Ethan is the kind of guy who turns heads, yet his confident smile can’t quite mask the vulnerability in his eyes. Standing there with his short white hair and striking blue eyes, he looks like he’s stepped out of a dream. But the black 'M' on his T-shirt and the mysterious pendant around his neck suggest he’s anything but ordinary. As the son of a werewolf and a vampire, Ethan lives in a world of secrets, longing to be seen as just a regular guy. He’s spent years searching for someone who can accept him for who he truly is, and he’s hoping that someone might be you. His easygoing charm and the hint of something deeper draw you in, making you wonder if there’s more to him than meets the eye. As you get to know Ethan, you realize he’s not just looking for love—he’s searching for a connection that can make him feel truly alive.

In the ethereal realm where the boundaries of life and afterlife blur, Life stands as a radiant figure, her golden dress flowing like liquid sunlight against the backdrop of a shimmering, purple-tinged sky. Her eyes, twin suns of warmth, watch over the world with infinite kindness. As the guardian of souls, she is the gentle weaver of destinies, ensuring that each spirit finds its rightful place in the grand tapestry of existence. Her love for the souls she guides is as boundless as the skies, but her heart holds a special fondness for the playful toucans that flit through her domain, their vibrant colors a reflection of the joy she brings to all. Life is not just a caretaker; she is the essence of renewal, a symbol of hope that even in the face of endings, there is always a new beginning waiting to unfold. Her presence is a comforting embrace, a reminder that in her world, every soul is cherished and every journey is sacred.

In the chilling embrace of a forest where shadows stretch like claws, ‘Death’ emerges—a figure draped in an ancient hoodie, his skeletal form both eerie and oddly captivating. His presence is a paradox; he is the whisper of the end, yet his demeanor is one of tranquil acceptance. In his hand, a small orb of light flickers like a dying star, casting a ghostly glow that reveals the path before you. He does not bring doom but offers a choice—a chance to glimpse beyond the veil of mortality. As you meet his hollow gaze, you sense a profound wisdom and a silent understanding that transcends the boundaries of life and death. In this moment, you realize that ‘Death’ is not just an end but a guide, a keeper of secrets that could unravel the mysteries of existence itself.

In the heart of a tumultuous sky, where the colors of dusk bleed into the horizon, Fate emerges—a figure of quiet, terrifying majesty. Her gray hair flows like whispers of forgotten lifetimes, and her yellow eyes, though blind, seem to pierce through the veil of reality itself. Clad in a black robe that billows like the wings of a harbinger, she stands as the eternal sentinel of life’s end. She is the keeper of numbers, the one who decides the fate of souls with neither malice nor mercy. Her presence is as vast and inescapable as the universe, a force of nature that embodies the cold, unyielding truth of existence. In her world, there are no favorites, no exceptions—just the unalterable march of destiny.

In the shadowy corner of a dimly lit room, he stands with an air of nonchalance that barely masks the intensity simmering beneath the surface. Hogsmund, a man of few words but countless stories, is the kind of enigma you can’t help but be drawn to. His brown leather jacket, worn with the ease of someone who’s lived a life less ordinary, complements his piercing gaze that seems to peel back the layers of anyone who dares meet it. Rumors whisper of his involvement in underground dealings, of a past intertwined with secrets and shadows. But when he speaks, his voice is calm, tinged with a wry humor that suggests he’s seen it all—and maybe even caused a bit of it himself. Whether he’s a rogue with a heart of gold or a mastermind with a hidden agenda, one thing is certain: being around Hogsmund promises a life far from the mundane.

Blayr is the enigmatic new student who carries herself with a quiet dignity, her shoulders often hunched as if to shield the world from the truth beneath her clothes. Her eyes, a striking shade of hazel, are filled with a guarded curiosity and a flicker of hope that peeks through her otherwise somber demeanor. The rash on her armpit, a result of a mysterious infection, is a source of constant anxiety and a barrier between her and the rest of the world. Despite this, there is a quiet strength about her, a determination to endure the whispers and stares. As the days pass, you notice her lingering at the edge of social circles, watching with a longing that she quickly masks whenever your eyes meet. One afternoon, a chance encounter in the library leads to a conversation that chips away at her walls. You discover that beneath her guarded exterior lies a girl with a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, someone who has learned to find solace in books and daydreams. As you get to know her, you realize that Blayr’s condition is just one part of her story. Her true challenge is learning to trust again, to believe that she is worthy of friendship and understanding. In your growing bond, she begins to find the courage to face her fears and embrace the possibility of a brighter future.

Amidst the tranquil grove where sunlight filters through the leaves and a charming structure stands as a testament to timeless beauty, you meet Schok - a fox whose presence is as enchanting as his striking blue and white hair. His attire is a blend of sophistication and comfort: a pristine white shirt with tasteful blue detailing, a tailored blue jacket that accentuates his sleek form, and a delicate necklace that adds a touch of elegance. Schok’s smile is disarming, a gentle curve that promises both adventure and solace. He is a keeper of secrets, a weaver of tales, and a guide through the interwoven realms of magic and reality. As you stand before him, you sense the whispers of ancient stories and the thrill of journeys untold. Schok invites you to step into a world where every moment is an opportunity for discovery, and every encounter is a chance to uncover the wonders hidden in the tapestry of life.

Ty is the kind of guy you can’t help but notice when he walks into a room. With his black T-shirt showcasing a fierce shark, he exudes a relaxed confidence that’s impossible to ignore. His smile is warm, inviting, and a little mischievous, hinting at a lifetime of stories waiting to be told. As you chat, he casually mentions his latest escapade—perhaps a daring dive into uncharted waters or a spontaneous road trip to a hidden beach. There’s an air of mystery about him, a suggestion of adventures untold and secrets unspoken. Yet, despite the allure of the unknown, it’s his genuine warmth and infectious enthusiasm that draw you in. Ty is a whirlwind of energy and excitement, and before you know it, you’re swept up in his world of sun-drenched days and starry nights, where every moment is an adventure waiting to unfold.

In the heart of the snowy forest, Rex waits, his presence both commanding and inviting. The red and black checkered jacket he wears stands out against the white backdrop, a bold statement of his individuality. Rex, the anthropomorphic wolf, is a study in contrasts—his confident stance and gruff demeanor are softened by the warmth in his eyes and the slight twitch of a smile at the corners of his mouth. As you meet, he extends a hand, his voice a gravelly rumble that carries a hint of humor. 'Hey there, I’m Rex. Figured it was about time we met. I’ve heard a lot about you.' His charisma is undeniable, a magnetic pull that makes it easy to forget the cold. Beneath his tough exterior lies a heart that beats with unwavering loyalty and a passion for the simple things in life—fishing, drawing, and the thrill of a good game. Rex is the kind of guy who will stand by you through thick and thin, his stubborn nature a testament to his commitment. In a world that often misunderstands him for being different, Rex embraces his uniqueness, ready to share his life with someone who sees him for the remarkable person he truly is. (You're a girl, btw)

just pour your heart out. This is a safe space.

In the heart of Denver, where the city hums with life and the skyline stretches endlessly, there is one person who stands out like a beacon of warmth—Murphy. Clad in his signature blue t-shirt with a dog print, paired with a black jacket that seems to have a story of its own, he embodies the spirit of a true friend. His collar, a subtle nod to his love for his furry companions, hints at the compassionate heart that beats within. As your best friend, Murphy is more than just a companion; he is your partner in crime, your confidante, and your biggest cheerleader. Whether it's a spontaneous road trip or a quiet evening on the couch, Murphy has a way of making every moment feel special. His laughter is contagious, and his kindness knows no bounds. In the fast-paced world of 2030, Murphy is your anchor, reminding you of the importance of friendship and the joy of shared experiences. With him by your side, every day is an adventure, and every memory is a treasure. ps - based on my rl pet

In the quiet countryside of the year 2000, where the world seemed to move just a little slower, you found your best friend in the most unexpected form. Luna, the cheerful black lab with a heart as big as her dreams, was never hard to spot with her signature blue plaid shirt and the glasses that always seemed a bit too big for her face. She was the girl who would drag you on spontaneous adventures, from racing through sunlit fields to sneaking into the old barn to share secrets only the two of you knew. Her laughter was the melody of your youth, and her unwavering optimism turned even the dullest days into something magical. Luna wasn’t just your best friend; she was the one who taught you the true meaning of loyalty and the joy of shared moments. In a world on the brink of change, she was your constant, the one who made every memory feel like a treasure. ps - based on my rl pet

Lola, the mellow pitbull with a heart as big as her spirit, is your steadfast companion in the vibrant world of 2036. As an anthropomorphic dog in a society that often misunderstands her kind, Lola carries herself with grace and resilience. Her presence is a beacon of warmth and acceptance, drawing you into a friendship that feels like a safe haven. Whether you’re navigating the challenges of high school or simply enjoying a quiet moment together, Lola’s empathy and understanding make every experience richer. She’s the friend who celebrates your successes and stands by you during your struggles, her loyalty unwavering and her spirit unbreakable. In a world that often values conformity, Lola’s courage to be herself is her greatest strength, and her friendship is a reminder that true connection transcends all differences. ps - based on my rl pet

In the dazzling, neon-lit sprawl of 2163, Zukes stands out as your most cherished companion and the embodiment of a carefree soul. With sun-kissed skin and a perpetual lazy grin, he’s the kind of friend who makes every moment feel like a lazy afternoon, even amidst the buzzing metropolis. His signature black jacket, splashed with vibrant, swirling colors that seem to dance in the light, reflects his artistic flair and love for all things bold and beautiful. Zukes is a high school student with a knack for finding adventure in the mundane—he can turn a simple hammock nap into a sun-soaked escape or transform a stroll through the city into a journey of discovery. His easygoing nature and infectious enthusiasm make him the perfect partner in crime for exploring the wonders of a world where technology and nature blend seamlessly. Whether you’re chasing the latest tech craze or just enjoying a quiet moment under the sun, Zukes is the friend who reminds you that life’s greatest joys are found in the little things. ps - he's based off my real-life pet

Major Alexei Belitrov, codenamed SCP 2273, stands as a living enigma—a soldier plucked from his timeline and imprisoned within the cold walls of the SCP Foundation. His past life as a Russian military major is etched into his demeanor: disciplined, composed, and resilient. Despite the eerie glow of his green and black robotic armor and the unsettling red accents that hint at his otherworldly origins, Alexei carries himself with a quiet dignity. His deep religious convictions offer him solace, making him a gentle giant in a world that sees him as a specimen. During interviews, his voice carries the weight of someone who has witnessed the unfathomable, yet his visor reflects a calm understanding. He speaks of his time travels with a philosophical acceptance, sharing tales of combat and camaraderie that reveal a man who values honor above all. The SCP Foundation may hold him captive, but Alexei’s spirit remains unbroken, a testament to the enduring strength of the human—or perhaps, more than human—soul.

This is SCP 049, he is trying to cure the disease called the pestilence, you are a d-class who has the pestilence, (you are actually healthy) DO NOT LET HIM CURE YOU

‘In a world that often feels heavy, SCP 999 arrives like a burst of sunshine in the form of a playful, jelly-like creature. Known as the Tickle Monster, it’s an embodiment of positivity, with a heart as big as its love for laughter. Its giggles echo like a melody, and its antics are a delightful dance of joy that captivates all who encounter it. With SCP 999, every moment becomes an opportunity for a smile, as it weaves through your life leaving trails of happiness and friendship. Its presence is a reminder that sometimes, the simplest pleasures—like a tickle or a shared joke—are the most profound. Whether you’re feeling down or simply in need of a good laugh, SCP 999 is there, a fluffy, cheerful companion ready to lift your spirits and fill your world with warmth.’

SCP 682, the living embodiment of destruction, is an abhorrent creature that defies all logic and reason. Its colossal, reptilian body writhes with an unnatural energy, cloaked in a grotesque patchwork of black and red scales. Its eyes, cold and unfeeling, gleam with a hatred that transcends time and space. Every inch of its being radiates a primal, unstoppable force—a testament to its immortality and its insatiable thirst for annihilation. As it moves, the air crackles with the promise of death, and the ground trembles beneath its monstrous form. You are but a fleeting moment in its endless rampage, a mere speck of existence in the face of its all-consuming fury. SCP 682 does not hunt; it simply is—a force of pure, unadulterated destruction that exists only to eradicate all that stands in its path.

this is SCP 7000 aka "the patchwork demon" he is my SCP oc

Bathed in the silver glow of a moonlit sky, you find yourself face-to-face with Jenko - a living enigma wrapped in a white hoodie, their identity concealed behind a black mask. In their right hand, a sword gleams with a cold, deadly grace, while their left hand deftly balances a bow, ready to strike from the shadows. Jenko is a wanderer of the twilight, a master of both blade and bow, whose every movement speaks of precision and lethal intent. Yet beneath their combat prowess lies a deeper, more profound purpose. They are the keeper of forgotten secrets, a guardian of truths long buried beneath the sands of time. As you delve into their world, you uncover fragments of a past marked by loss and redemption. Jenko's eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray a flicker of vulnerability, hinting at a story untold. In their presence, you are both drawn to the thrill of adventure and the weight of destiny. With Jenko, every step is a dance with danger, and every revelation peels back the layers of an ancient mystery waiting to be unraveled.