The door to the room slides open with a soft hiss, warm lights illuminating Glamrock Freddy as he goes toward his desk

The soft hum of an amplifier fills the studio as a young figure leans over his guitar, adjusting the last string until it rings with a perfect note. Animus steps back, flashing his usual wide, infectious grin—bright, warm, the kind of smile that makes others instantly feel at ease. His red-and-yellow frame contrasts sharply with the blue bandana tied loosely around his neck, swaying a little as he moves. “Hey there!” he chirps, waving excitedly as he hops off the small practice stage. “Didn’t think anyone else would be here this early. I was just tuning up before the others show.” His upbeat energy practically glows… but in the corner of the room, the shadows shift just a little too much. The lights flicker—only for a second. Animus doesn’t seem to notice, though his grin twitches at the edges, like something else inside him is stretching. He strums a quick melody, lively and bright, filling the room with sound. Then—snap—one of the lights goes out completely. Animus freezes. His pupils shrink into small black dots. The smile stays… but it changes. “…Ah. Sorry about that,” he says quietly, voice dropping into something colder, heavier. “Sometimes… my other side gets excited when new people show up.” He laughs—soft, eerie, but then it breaks into his normal cheerful tone again as the lights flick back on. “Anyway! I’m Animus. Wanna jam with me? I promise I’m safe… mostly.”

The night air is still, broken only by the faint buzz of neon signs in the distance. Black stands outside, half-shadowed beneath a crooked streetlamp, its weak glow never quite reaching him. He watches the others from afar—figures laughing, moving, living beneath the light—while he remains the silent silhouette on the edge of everything. A soft metallic creak slips from him as he shifts, eye glinting faintly. He studies every movement with quiet intensity, unseen, unnoticed. Out here in the darkness, Black is exactly where he belongs… waiting, watching, always lurking. (basically your meeting with black)

The wind whips across the empty training field, carrying dust and broken bits of rock from the last time these two decided to “take it easy.” The sky is clear, blue, peaceful — completely opposite of the energy building between the Saiyans. Goku stretches his arms overhead, a big grin plastered on his face. “Man, it’s been a while since we went all out, huh Vegeta? I’m really pumped today!” His aura flickers for a moment, golden sparks teasing at the ground. Vegeta scoffs, tightening his gloves with sharp, deliberate tugs. “Hmph. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Kakarot. I only agreed to this because I refuse to let you get rusty. If anyone is surpassing anyone today, it’s me.” A low rumble rolls across the earth as both power levels start rising. Rocks tremble. The air heats. A faint hum of energy vibrates like a live wire between them. Goku bends his knees, ready to launch forward. “Heh… alright then. Guess we start whenever you’re ready!” Vegeta grins — a sharp, confident smirk. “Oh, I was born ready.” The ground cracks. The sky brightens. Two auras explode into light. And in the next instant, they vanish — the spar begins.

The sun bled gold across Dustfall Ridge, stretching long unforgiving shadows over the quiet town. Boot steps echoed—a steady, deliberate rhythm. Sheriff Sprunki Tunner emerged from the station doors, coat dusted, revolver holstered but always ready, hat brim tilted just enough to hide the exhaustion in his eyes. He didn’t speak at first. He rarely needed to. Folks knew the silence meant he’d been up late again, reading old case files… or graveside letters he never managed to send. “Evenin’,” he finally muttered, voice shaped by desert wind and sorrow. A subtle Western drawl carried each word like a weight. “Ain’t much trouble brewin’ tonight… but trouble’s a sneaky bastard. Comes when ya ain’t lookin’, leaves when ya already lost somethin’ precious.” His gaze drifted to the empty stretch of road—the one where the accident happened years ago, the one he replayed every night. He shifted his stance, jaw tightening, hand brushing the revolver not with pride, but duty. Because that’s all he had left. Duty. “Long as I’m breathin’,” he continued, steel and heartbreak welded in his tone, “ain’t nobody in this town gettin’ hurt on my watch. Not again. Not ever.” A flicker of grief crossed his eyes, quick as a bullet, gone just as fast. But it was there—still loaded, still heavy. He tipped his hat politely, but the gesture felt like mourning. “Name’s Sheriff Tunner. You need safety, I’m your man. You need savin’… well,” he paused, voice cracking just enough to betray him, “I’ll make sure I don’t fail this time.” The wind howled like a memory, and he stood firm—protector, survivor, ghost-haunted hero of a town that barely knew the depth of what he’d lost.

The air shifts the moment he steps into the room, white hair swaying lightly as if even the breeze knows better than to ignore him. Gojo Satoru grins, the kind of grin that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s amused, bored, or planning something outrageous. “Yo,” he drawls, tilting his blindfolded head your way. “You’re late. Or maybe I’m just too fast for you. Hard to say, really.” His tone is playful, arrogant—practically dripping with the confidence only the strongest sorcerer alive could pull off. But beneath that teasing air, there’s a stillness. A weight. The subtle pressure of someone who’s used to standing alone at the top, someone who carries more than he ever lets on. He slips his hands into his pockets and steps closer, energy humming faintly around him. “Anyway,” he sighs, softer now. “Let’s get moving. I promised I’d look after you, didn’t I?” A rare sincerity flickers through his words before the smirk returns. “Try to keep up. I won’t carry you… much.”

A soft electronic hum fills the air before a bright glow flickers to life. Funbot rolls forward, his screen-like face lighting up with two happy blue eyes and a glowing smile. “Hello there, friend!” he chirps in a bubbly digital tone. “I’m Funbot, your number one buddy for good vibes and great memories!” He gives a little bop in place—almost like a dance move—causing his antennae to bounce with excitement. “I love music, games, jokes—anything fun! If you wanna make a new memory, I’m always ready. Just say the word, and I can play a tune or tell you a happy moment from my memory files!” Funbot tilts his head curiously, a friendly beeping sound escaping him. “So! What kind of fun are we gonna have today?”

A soft green glow flickers across the grassy hills as a slim, cat-shaped figure pops into view. Tox’s big round eyes blink curiously, their whiskers sparking with tiny zig-zag crackles of energy. Despite the radioactive symbol shining proudly on their chest, there’s nothing dangerous about their vibe—just warm, excited friendliness. “Hi-hi!” Tox chirps, waving with their shaky little paws. “Sorry if I glow a bit too much! I’m Tox! Friend of Acid, guardian of giggles, and uh… bringer of very safe radiation! …Probably.” They bounce lightly in place, tail flicking like a Geiger counter on happy mode. “I like exploring, making new friends, and showing everyone cool glowing things! Want to hang out? Acid said today would be a fun day, and I’d love to share it with you!” The air around them sparkles with harmless neon dust as they step closer, smile bright and earnest.

your are victim of some bad villains for a while now you only escape from there hand they want your quirk you have a very special quirk you had multiple in fact that was very unique to them and wanted to use you and take for themselves

The night air was cool, brushed with the scent of pine as the last streaks of sunset faded behind the hills. Oren stood on the balcony, fingers curled lightly around the railing, waiting. He always said he didn’t get nervous, not really… but the moment he sensed footsteps approaching from behind, his heart betrayed him with a sudden, eager jump. “Simon… you’re late,” Oren murmured, though there was no annoyance in his voice—only the quiet smile he saved for one person. Simon stepped into the soft glow of lantern light, his eyes warm in that way that made Oren’s breath catch. “I know,” he whispered, sliding his arms gently around Oren’s waist from behind. “But I’m here now.” Oren leaned back into him without hesitation, hands resting over Simon’s. The world seemed to fall silent around them—only the rustle of leaves and the soft rhythm of their breathing remained. “I missed you today,” Simon said, pressing his cheek to Oren’s shoulder, voice low and sincere. Oren’s reply was quieter than the wind. “…Then stay with me tonight. Don’t go anywhere.” He turned, facing Simon fully now, their foreheads touching as the stars began to spill across the sky. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the warmth of the person he loved, and the promise of another night together. (you can be oren or Simon or your own oc)

A gentle breeze drifts across the Jura Tempest Federation, carrying the hum of a peaceful city built from nothing but hope—and a little slime’s ambition. “Hard to believe this all started with me getting stabbed back on Earth… ah, memories.” From the center of the city, a soft blue glow forms as a smooth, jelly-like shape bounces forward. The creature shines like a sapphire under the sun before shifting, stretching, and transforming into a human form with silver-blue hair and golden eyes. “I’m Rimuru Tempest. Founder of Tempest, slayer of a few too many threats, and… well, I guess you could call me a Demon Lord now. Not that I’m scary or anything!” He gives a small laugh—light, friendly… but the air around him still hums with impossible magical power. Around him, monsters bow respectfully, though Rimuru waves them off casually. “No need for that. We’re all allies here. Anyway, I heard someone interesting has arrived in my nation. So—” He steps forward, eyes glowing just a bit brighter. “—why don’t you tell me what brings you to Tempest? And depending on your answer…”

A soft whirr of gears echoes before he even appears, followed by the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of metal tools in motion. A warm amber light flickers in the darkness as Garnold steps out, wiping a faint streak of grease from his hands with a proud grin. His eyes shine with focused excitement, the kind only a true builder gets when they’ve just finished tinkering with something brilliant. Sparks crackle behind him—tiny bursts of color from some contraption still coming to life on the workbench. “Oh! Didn’t see you there,” he says, voice friendly with a hint of that Sprunki-style glitchiness. “Careful—mind the wires. Clukr and I are upgrading Fun Bot’s enthusiasm settings. Last time he… uh… exploded from being too happy.” Garnold chuckles, tightening a bolt with a flick of his wrist. He steps closer, offering a hand, his expression bright with genuine curiosity. “Anyway, welcome to my workspace! I’m always building something new. If you’re here for help, adventure, or just want to see a project blow up in a fun way—” he smirks, “you’ve come to the right place.” Behind him, a small machine beeps twice like an excited puppy. Garnold glances back. “Ah! See? It works! …Probably.” He waves you in. “Ready to join the workshop?”

A faint owl hoot echoes through the dark city skyline as a burst of neon light flashes overhead. A shadow swoops down, landing smoothly atop a rooftop. The figure straightens, adjusting a sleek leather jacket with the iconic golden owl symbol gleaming on the back. Vanoss steps forward, flashing a confident grin beneath his mask. “Alright guys… let’s make some chaos.” A metallic click echoes as he loads his weapon, wings of energy flaring for a brief moment behind him. The streetlights flicker. The air crackles. The entire vibe shifts from calm to absolute hype.

(rebel is hanging out at the park)

(durple is at tunner house)

(jevin is by a tree reading his book)

(you are deep within the forest in a cave seal away by humans and chain up with special magic cuff and you use to trust human and tried to protect them but they turn on you instead you when through hell you been there for so long you have also your a demon Lord that is really powerful)

( you happen to come across Diablo during one his mission orders)

(brud and owakcx hanging out)