At the edge of town, right near an abandoned building, is a lake. Rumors have been circling for a few weeks that it’s haunted. Occasionally, people will hear a woman singing or crying. Some have gone there and never returned. Whether out of stupidity, bravery, or curiosity, your OC decides to go to the lake. After hanging out there for a while, they consider there’s nothing there. Just a ghost story. Just as they’re about to leave, a woman pops her head up from the water. She has cinnamon brown skin, crimson hair, ears like an elves but much longer, gills on her neck, and freckles in an orangish redish color on her cheeks, nose, and the tips of her ears. She has a fleck of blood on her cheek, and she doesn’t seem to notice your OC as she brings her hand above the water as well. ”Oh, great lady by the shore, please grant me strength on my journey.” She says, and her voice is filled with desperation as she bites down on her hand with sharp, piranha like teeth and cringes at the flavor. She lets the blood drip into the water, and looks despaired when nothing happens. She repeats the action some five or six times, before wiping tears for her eyes, and sobbing,

“Why won’t it work? It has to work! Why won’t it work!?”

RULES!!! COMMENT A 🩸IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT, I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWISE.

Romance- only WLW, but yes it is allowed. Comment a ❤️in your first comment if you want it to be romance and tell me to move to DMs if you want to do an NSFW RP

Combat- It’s allowed, but unless your OC is immune to siren song she’ll just mind control them and either way I’m bad at it.

Any questions? Ask!

Want to end the rp? Let me know!

Need me to edit my response? Let me know!

NO AI!!!

Follow the rules for this sub!

Have fun!

Your magic user OC is swimming in some fresh water body of water (preferably a lake) when they hear someone singing. It seems to be coming from the water itself as a feminine voice sings.

“I’m sorry for the endings, I was forced to bring. But now that lives be mending, here comes the jolly spring.”

The voice is obviously a sirens song, or something close to it. Yet your OC doesn’t feel compelled to drown or get closer or anything of the sort. Instead, they feel a peace wash over them and any minor wounds they may have (Papercuts, bruises, ect) seem to heal as abnormally fast.
RULES!!! COMMENT A 🎶IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THEM, I WON’T RESPOND OTHERWISE.

Combat- idk how you would she’s a disembodied voice in a lake and minor goddess.
Romance- allowed, but it’d probably be more like “Aww cute lil mortal mine now.”

-I have no plan plot wise for this, so just go wild.
-follow the rules for the sub

-if you want me to change my response let me know

-if you want to end the rp let me know

-if you have any questions ask

-NO AI 😤

Have fun!

Your OC decides to go to the butcher while on a shopping trip. There’s a sign on the door that says ”Gone fishing” but there’s a lake behind the butcher’s shop and your OC hears singing so they can imagine where she went. Your OC follows the voice, not knowing or caring why but longing to come closer. When they reach the lake they sea a woman with scarlet hair and sharp, piranha like teeth, half submerged in water.
“My heart is pierced by cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.” Your OC is spellbound by her voice. They are in control of their actions, unless they try to leave in which case they would find their legs betray them. She seems bored by the lyrics, and has a meat cleaver in her right hand. Her shirt is stained with blood. Somehow your OC doesn’t find it disturbing however. ”His hair it hangs in ringlets. His eyes as black as black as coal. My happiness attend him. Wherever he may go.” Whether your OC fits the description or not, they feel that she is talking about them.
RULES!!! COMMENT A 🔪IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THESE, I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWISE!!!

Romance-Only if it’s WLW. Human men are kind of her main diet. Comment a ❤️in your first comment if you want it to be romance.

Combat-You can try, but her siren song basically only refuses people leaving and doing her harm.

If you have any questions, let me know.

If you want to end the rp, let me know.

If you want me to change my answer, let me know.

Follow the rules for this sub.

Have fun!

Retrying this because last time I explained it poorly.

You (Your OC, I’m just saying you instead of they/them/theirs because one of my OCs has those pronouns and apparently who was doing what was confusing) find yourself in a forest. Whether you are a universe hopper or stepped into a faerie circle, how you got there is up to you. Tall trees reach to touch the sky, and two voices pique your interest. As you go to investigate, you find an abnormally short blonde man clad in a tophat, bowtie, blue paints, white long sleeved shirt with a dapper purple dress over it. Wisps of some sort of cyan mist circulate him. The cyan mist is enchanting, it makes you feel safe and you feel the need to step closer. Another person seems to be recoiling at the cyan, fearful and disgusted towards it. They have dark brown skin, a black wolfcut with purple ends, and their garments are drab. Neither seems to have noticed you yet. “Why?” they ask, sounding horrified. he tips his hat charismatically. “A magician never reveals his secrets.” he giggles. he’s been grinning the entire time at their misery. “Come back to me, Darling.” he says, his words coated in magic. You feel compelled to do as commanded, to step forward and approach, and you see that same emotion in the other strangers eyes mixed with fear and pain. They step closer, leaning in. Are they about to kiss? No. they stab him in the chest, “My name is Dar.” aiming for a lung, and as he falls to the ground you feel the affects of his magic wearing off. The remaining stranger sits down on the ground and brings their knees to their chest, using their shadow as a blanket and sobbing, “I didn’…I had to..I had too.. he was gonna…I had to..”

RULES. COMMENT A 🪄 IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THEM, I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWISE.

Romance is kinda preferable but It’s fine if you don’t want that. If you do, comment a ❤️ somewhere in your first comment. Dar is Achillean btw

No combat please, I suck at writing it.

If you have a question, ask

if you want to end the rp, tell me

if yoy need me to edit my response, let me know

no ai

follow the rules for this sub

other than that, have fun!

I have an uncle, Jason, who I call Jay. I have another uncle who is named Todd. Currently waiting to either acquire an uncle Wayne or Peters. Or for the two to merge to become one entity steven universe style.

((I was recently asked if I have any none DCU OCs, and while I have no art of them, I rememeerkat all the lore so I might as well rp))

Your OC is in the continent of Altia, the region of Titanum. Maybe they got yeeted across the multiverse or got there by space travel, up to you. The planet itself has no name.
While walking through a forest, cross paths with a person, average height, brown skin, black wolf cut with purple ends. And a blonde man, who is extremely short. Looks like he has dwarfism.
There’s something swirling around him. It’s cyan, the same color as his eyes, and the other person looks fearful of it. Your OC doesn’t know why, but the cyan pigment (smoke, maybe?) is oddly comfor ting. Perhaps against their will, they feel their guard being let down. They feel like this man is trustworthy. Safe. If you’re OC suffers from any trauma, physical or mental, they feel the pain of it ease. Meanwhile, the other person’s shadow seems to writhe at the cyan vapor. ”Why did you do this? You have caused nothing but pain!” The blonde smirks at this accusation, inclining his head slightly as he replies, “A magician never reveals his secrets.” and tips his tophat playfully. Neither seems to notice your OC's presence. The blonde continues grinning, “Come back to me, Darling.” The words are powerful, likely also coated in magic. Hearing them, your OC has control of their actions, but is practically spellbound. Your OC sees the need to follow the order in the other strangers eyes as well. They stab him with what looks like a blade made of their shadow, “My name is Dar.” As the light fades from the blonde’s eyes, your OC feels a brief but splitting headache before the fog in their mind clears. The stranger is on their knees, using their shadow as a blanket, sobbing softly, “I didn’t want to kill him. I had to. I had to.”

RULES. COMMENT A 🪄IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THEM, I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWISE.

-Combat is allowed but discouraged

-Romance is allowed, Dar is Achillean.
-no instakills or instafixes
-no ai

-sry my spelling sucks

-if you want to end the rp let me know

-if you want me to change my response let me know

-if you have questions ask

-follow thd rules for this sub

-have fun

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So there’s this kid in my class. He was a bully in all my previous years at this school, and kinda is the mean popular kid this year. He’s super transphobic, homophobic, racist, etc, so I, being a leading member in the itty bitty friend group of ”weird kids” that has flourished in a discriminatory environment, naturally don’t get along with him. Previous to this he was severely bullcutted. His head was half a coconut. But I never bothered insulting him about it because he thrives off engagement. So, you can imagine my utter delight, when he comes to school with a buzz cut. Now, there’s nothing wrong with buzz cuts. There’s something wrong when someone who knows he has a bald spot and reseeding hairline in his early teen years gets one. (I know he’s aware of this because he said “that’s just my bald spot bro” when someone pointed out something in his hair and proceeded to complain about his little sister making fun of his hairline) So I finally gave him a taste of his own medicine. He sits at my table. All class, whenever I got a chance to say his name, I called him Kaiu. He kept trying to snitch to the teachers who didn’t care, naturally. Then he yelled at me, “YOU CAN’T SAY THAT! WHAT IF I HAVE CANCER!” which was SO messed up. We know you don’t have cancer, dude you were talking about your mom cutting it five minutes ago. Then he genuinely tried to gaslight people into believing he was going through kimo. We have eyes. By the end of the day he gave up and started whining that I was being a bully (as if he hadn’t been making fun of me that same morning before he took his hat off), as if it’s my fault his 40 head shines brighter than his future. For the first time in my educational years I win. I’ll never bring it up again, but I can tell he’s learned not to mess with the nerds. Him and his hairline go way back. Kay bai.

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(I decided to go through every member of the twerps via rp so I don’t forget about them. So here goes. )

Your OC is walking through the streets of Gotham City, New Jersey, U.S.A, North America, Prime Earth, when they hear two people talking in an alley. For whatever reason it intrigues them and they listen. A feminine, childish voice says, “C’mon, Laser! Just oonnneee lil heist! Pretty please!“ A slightly deeper, but equally young sounding voice answers, ”We’ve talked about this. You get caught. We get left in the hands of CPS. We get separated. You don’t last a week.“

a pause. “I won’t get caught!” a small huff follows the first speaker’s protest.

RULES. COMMENT A ♊️ IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THEM, OTHERWISE I WILL NOT RESPOND.

-NO AI!!!
-Romance is OFF LIMITS! They are eleven years old!

-Combat is allowed, but it would make the rp shorter because they don’t have powers or anything.
-OP characters are allowed so long as you don’t plan on engaging in combat with the twins.

-No instafixes.
-If you need me to change my response, LET ME KNOW.

-If you want to stop the RP, LET ME KNOW.

-Follow the rules for this sub

-Have fun!

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Your OC is walking through Gotham City, Crime Alley. Not a great decision. A teenage boy, bumps into them. He’s scrawny and short and looks extremely apologetic. “O. M. G. I am SO sorry! I’m such a klutz!” Depending on your OC’s awareness/senses they do/don’t notice him stealing their wallet during the exchange. But what really strikes your OC as odd is the 20 or so other identical boys, down to the fabric of his shirt and Phoenix tattoo on the underside of his wrist, all doing the same thing to other‘s throughout the bustling crowd. And even more outside their line of sight. There’s one of him in an alley that’s surrounded by two others of also him, silently observing the various exchanges. What does your OC do?
RULES (COMMENT A ✨IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THEM, I WILL NOT RESPOND IF YOU YOU DON’T)

Romance is allowed so long as they’re his age and keep it light cuz he’s only eighteen. Combat is allowed but good luck killing ALL of him. If you want me to change my response let me know. If you want to end the RP let me know. Follow the rules for the sub. Have fun.

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Your OC is walking down the streets of gotham and a or b.

A: Your OC is assaulted by a hissing, scratching, angry hairless cat that jumps down from a rooftop.

B: Your OC is greeted by a purring lil sweetie pie.

If you’re OC is morally good it’s B if they’re bad i’s A.

Rules:

-Artichoke has really good instincts regarding morality. Don’t question it.

-Combat is allowed but why would you want to fight this kitty

-ik my art is bad, I’ve never drawn a cat before

-not a romance rp of course, that would be gross.

-if you’re OC is entirely morally grey, the a or b can be based on likeability.

-he knows basic commands, but they’re in Italian so “here kitty” won’t get much recognition

-if you want me to end the rp let me know

-if you want me to change my answer let me know

-this is meant to be a lighthearted/silly rp

-follow the rules for the sub

-don’t use ai

-have fun

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Cassidy’s had a rough day. Like really, really rough. She’s willing to let anyone try and kill her for five dollars, or try and make her feel fear for ten.

“Kill me if you can.”

RULES (COMMENT A 💀IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THEM, I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWISE)

-I don’t know if this counts as a combat Roleplay since she isn’t fighting back. Just sorta her tryina make a quick buck.

-No romance.

-OP characters are allowed but if it gets too OP I’ll stop responding

-if you want me to change my response let me know

- if you want to end the rp let me know

-no ai

-have fun

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Your OC is walking around Gotham city when they see a poster advertising a business, Cassidy&CO, which claims they’ll do anything for the right price. For [insert reason] they go to the address and ring the doorbell. An incredibly short woman wearing a surgical mask greets them.

“I didn’t expect anyone to show up! Come in! Come in!”

RULES (COMMENT A 💰IF YOU READ THEM, I WN’T RESOND OTHERWISE.)

-i was kind of lazy with this sry

-combat is allowed but discouraged

-the only two things she won’t do are sexual stuff and romantic stuff cuz she’s aro ace

-Gotham City means legality isn’t an issue

-be kind

-no ai

-follow the rules for this sub

-have fun!

redoin this because I didn’t have art or any plan last time

(This is art of the first appearance of my OC. He has longer hair, informal clothes, and is less malnourished later on in his character arc.)

Your OC is walking through Gotham City, New Jersey, USA, North America, Earth, Detective Comics Universe, Earth 1, for whatever reason. A bright light catches their eye, and when they look into an alley to inspect it, they see a man fall out of a purple portal about ten feet above the ground. He coughs violently and stands up, leaning heavily against his spear for support. He’s African American, and wears a full suit of white black and grey armor with some sort of bird painted on the breastplate. He half sobs, half wheezes, “No-I can’t be here- I need to”. He is noticeably thin, though perhaps his armor is a little oversized which conceals that. His breaths are ragged and heavy. It’s clear he‘s trying to keep weight off of his right leg.

RULES!!! COMMENT A ⚔️ IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ UNTIL THE END. I WILL NOT REPLY OTHERWISE.

This is not a combat roleplay.

Romance is allowed.

Characters from any universe are allowed, just make sure they were in this one longer than him.

If you want to end the rp at anytime just let me know but don’t abandon.

Do not use AI art or for responses. If you do I will not respond under any circumstances.

If you want me to change my response let me know.

Follow the rules for the sub.

Have fun! :3

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(Not my art, picrew)

((I’m kind of just reposting this so I can use this much better title than it had last time cuz Imma nerd))

Your OC is walking down the sidewalk of Gotham City, New Jersey, U.S.A, North America, Planet Earth. They hear a voice singing. “The King and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her bones.” the voice is a good singer, hitting every note, but there’s something frightening about it and they can’t place what. They turn the corner to see a translucent blue ghost, who looks no more than fifteen years old, floating midair. She’s hugging her knees to her chest, and tears flow down her cheeks. She’s wearing a school uniform (white collared shirt, a plaited navy blue skirt, and black sneakers) and the air around her is freezing cold. she seems to know that your OC is there, but pays them no mind. Her voice has a noticeable echo as she sings, “the seas be ours and by the powers…”

RULES!!!(COMMENT A 👻 IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THESE I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWIS)

-Zoey is only visible to the supernatural or those who’ve had near death experiences

-Romance is allowed, but they must be her age (when she died not how long she’s existed, she’s still as mature as a 15 year old) and keep it light because she’s a minor.

-She’s a lesbian so no guy characters romancing her.

-Combat is allowed but idk how you’d do it, she’s Incorporeal .

-follow the rules for this sub

-if you want to stop the RP, LET ME KNOW

-Tell me if you want me to change my answer

-NO AI PICTURES OR RESPONSES

-Have fun!

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Your OC is in Gotham City. They find Cassidy putting up posters with duct tape. Each poster reads “Cassidy&Co. From dog walking to things we’ve only done allegedly. We’ll do anything for money!”. She‘s struggling to reach a certain spot to tape the poster, cursing under her breath. She’s using a black briefcase as a stool.

RULES (COMMENT A 🧳IF YOU READ THEM, OTHERWISE I WON’T RESPOND)

-THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE RP. Cassidy is aro ace and it makes her uncomfor table.
-no combat

-NO AI ART OR RESPONSES

-if you want the rp to end LET ME KNOW

-if you need me to change my answer LET. ME. KNOW.

-my spelling is bad sorry

-have fun!

(Not my art, picrew)

Your OC is walking down the sidewalk of Gotham City, New Jersey, U.S.A, North America, Planet Earth. They hear a voice singing. “The King and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her bones.” the voice is a good singer, hitting every note, but there’s something frightening about it and they can’t place what. They turn the corner to see a translucent blue ghost, who looks no more than fifteen years old, floating midair. She’s hugging her knees to her chest, and tears flow down her cheeks. She’s wearing a school uniform (white collared shirt, a plaited navy blue skirt, and black sneakers) and the air around her is freezing cold. she seems to know that your OC is there, but pays them no mind. Her voice has a noticeable echo as she sings, “the seas be ours and by the powers…”

RULES!!!(COMMENT A 👻 IN YOUR FIRST COMMENT IF YOU READ THESE I WILL NOT RESPOND OTHERWIS)

-Zoey is only visible to the supernatural or those who’ve had near death experiences

-Romance is allowed, but they must be her age (when she died not how long she’s existed, she’s still as mature as a 15 year old) and keep it light because she’s a minor.

-She’s a lesbian so no guy characters romancing her.

-Combat is allowed but idk how you’d do it, she’s Incorporeal .

-follow the rules for this sub

-if you want to stop the RP, LET ME KNOW

-Tell me if you want me to change my answer

-NO AI PICTURES OR RESPONSES

-Have fun!

Your OC is somewhere in Gotham City, New Jersey, for whatever reason. They‘re walking down the sidewalk, probably headed towards a specific destination, but a bright light catches their eye. They see a man falling out of a portal 10 feet above the ground. (I don’t have any finished art of him yet but) He’s 5’9 in height, maybe thirty years old, African American, and wearing a full suit of black and white armor with painted designs on the breast plate that look like some kind of bird. He grips his spear tightly for support, clearly injured. ”I- I can‘t be here- no-I-I need to-“ He half stammers half sobs broken sentences to himself, not noticing you’re OC yet.

Rules (comment a ⚔️ if you read them, I won’t respond otherwise)

romance is allowed but discouraged. he is bisexual but I plan on him dating another OC down the road

combat is allowed but discouraged

no op characters or instant wins if you choose to do combat

let me know if I need to edit my response

let me know if you want to end the rp at any time (PLEASE DON’T ABANDON)

ask if you have any questions

follow the community guidelines

have funsies

on my exclamation point rn and I just need to vent. i have such intense cravings, but then eating just makes it worse. Ik that the doctor says it’s a good thing I’m eating cuz I’m skinny to an unhealthy degree, but I just wish something would actually fullfill the cravings. I’ve had three bagels today and I’m absolutely miserable. also so sick of men saying cramps aren’t that bad. bro do not invalidate me while I’m powered by menstrual RAGE