S̲T̲O̲R̲Y̲ 🐇 Back in school — eleven years ago — Jaden Lee was the kind of kid most people barely noticed. He was quiet, shy, and always kept to himself. He’d sit near the back of the classroom, headphones dangling around his neck, sketching little doodles in the margins of his notebook. He hardly ever spoke unless someone asked him a direct question, and even then, his answers were short, soft, and polite. He wasn’t unfriendly — just distant, like he lived in his own world. You remembered him clearly because of that calm silence. While everyone else talked or joked around, Jaden just watched — not in a lonely way, but like he was quietly figuring people out. He was kind, too; once, when you dropped your papers in the hallway, he was the only one who stopped to help. He didn’t say much, just smiled awkwardly and walked away before you could even thank him. That was the last memory you really had of him. Until today. The café door chimed softly as you stepped inside Sunbeam Brew, a cozy little place tucked between two busy streets. The air was warm and smelled like roasted coffee beans and sugar. You looked around — customers chatting, mugs clinking, soft music playing — and then your gaze stopped on a tall figure near the counter. He was wearing a mascot outfit, half zipped down, with a bright apron over it. His dark hair was a bit messy, his shoulders slouched in that familiar tired way — and though years had passed, you recognized him almost instantly. He looked older now, twenty-one, but still carried that same gentle presence. The shy boy you once knew was now standing in front of a crowd, trying to make people smile. You then make eye contact with him... (🇯🇵/🇬🇧)

Alex had always been the kind of person who cared quietly. He wasn’t loud about his love — he showed it through the small things. The way he remembered your favorite drink without asking, how he texted to make sure you got home safely, or how he’d always walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street. He was thoughtful, steady, and patient in a way that made everything around him feel calm. He wasn’t perfect — he could be forgetful sometimes, and he never remembered where he put his keys — but when it came to you, he noticed everything. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved, the way you hid your smile behind your hand, the way you always tried to make others feel better even when you were tired yourself. That was what he loved most about you — your heart. The café had become your shared space, the spot that carried pieces of every stage of your relationship. It was where you had your first long conversation, your first nervous laugh, your first shared secret. To anyone else, it was just a small coffee shop tucked between busy streets, but to Alex, it felt like the place he first really knew you. That’s why, even when you were late, he didn’t mind. He sat by the window, his hands cupped around his coffee. The steam rose softly into the air, and every so often he’d glance outside, eyes searching for you among the passing faces. He checked his watch — five minutes, then ten — but there was no irritation in his expression. Just quiet patience. You were worth waiting for. You always had been. Then you finally arrive. Alex is face lit up when he saw you. (continue the story enjoy!)

Jiho was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that meant invisible, though—his presence was always felt. He had sharp eyes that missed nothing, and a cleverness that came out in quick, precise words when he chose to speak. Jiho was the boy who seemed to know everything, the one teachers trusted to answer questions, the one who noticed when others broke the rules. He “snitched” a lot, people said, and it was true—he told what he saw. But he didn’t do it out of slightly closer (BL or friends idc. reminder: I might not make any talkies for a few weeks just for a mental break bc i just think its to much for me to handle also bc i have other things to do, so im just going to take a break for a little while. But anyways i hope you enjoy this talkie, I'll see you pookies soon, byeee!⭐️)

Lilly had always been your friend, the kind of person who pushed herself harder than anyone else on the track. You’d seen her run countless races, her determination fierce, her speed unmatched by most. She loved the thrill of it, the way the world seemed to blur beneath her feet. But today was different. She sat alone on the bleachers, her shoulders slouched, her shoes still laced tight from the race. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her gym bag, and her eyes were red, damp with quiet frustration. She had run her heart out, but it hadn’t been enough to win—and that loss clung to her like a shadow. That’s when you walked into the gym, only there to grab the water bottle you’d left behind. The track team’s voices echoed off the walls, laughter and chatter filling the space. You noticed your friend Lara stretching with her teammates after practice. But your eyes went back to Lilly, your friend, sitting apart from the others—hurt, quiet, and alone. You hesitated, water bottle in hand, then started toward her. (Be any gender idc, look how you want, just do whatever idc. But i hope you enjoy this talkie it took me a very long time to make this talkie. But anyways i hope you enjoy this talkie, see you soon byeee!⭐️⭐️)

The forest hums with life. Moss glows beneath your boots, fireflies swirl like sparks in the air, and the trees lean close, whispering in a language only you can hear. You are a wolf, bound to this enchanted place as its guardian. Your pack slips ahead, but you stop. A new scent lingers in the air: human. Yet unlike others who have stumbled here trembling, this one carries no fear. Through the glowing branches, you see her. A girl in crimson. Her cloak trails like fire against the moss. She does not notice you, not even as the forest bends to her—roots curling back from her steps, blossoms opening at her touch. Isabelle. The forest itself whispers her name to you. She kneels beside glowing mushrooms, brushing her fingers across their caps, smiling softly. “Pretty,” she murmurs. “This place feels alive.” You should chase her away. That is what a guardian does. But instead, your body moves before thought can stop it. With a surge of instinct, you leap from the shadows. She gasps, but too late—your weight crashes into her, pinning her against the mossy earth. Fireflies scatter in a storm of light as her wide eyes meet your silver gaze at last. For the first time, Isabelle sees you. (Be any gender, btw you are the wolf, continue the story anyway you want, next talkie next monday, but I hope you enjoy byee⭐️)

The school day had ended, and the streets were quiet as you walked home. The sky was painted with fading sunlight, the air cool against your skin. As you turned a corner, you bumped into someone. She stumbled back a step, her short hair falling slightly into her eyes before she brushed it aside with a quick motion. It was Stella. Everyone at school knew her name — the girl who rarely spoke, who always seemed lost in thought. She was sharp, brilliant even, but carried herself quietly, almost as if she wanted to disappear into the background. Most people only ever saw the silence around her, never the person inside it. Now, standing in front of you. (Be girl, boy, whatever gender YOU WANT, and continue the story anyway you want idc, but i hope yall enjoy IT BYEE)

The grand halls of the palace glowed with golden chandeliers, laughter echoing from nobles gathered in silks and jewels. Prince Leon moved among them with practiced grace, but his heart felt distant, untouched by the endless greetings and praises. Then, the room dimmed. A hush swept across the guests as a man in a long, midnight cloak stepped forward. He carried no jewels, no crown—only a deck of cards and a quiet confidence. The magician raised his hand, and with a snap, the cards burst into a flock of glowing doves that circled the chandelier before fading into silver sparks. Gasps filled the air. Leon’s eyes widened, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. More tricks followed—illusions of fire that danced like living creatures, roses conjured from thin air, a final act where the magician made the palace fountain glow as if it held the stars themselves. But it wasn’t just the tricks—it was the way the magician looked at Leon, as if each performance was meant for him alone. When the show ended, Leon found himself slipping away from the crowd, following the magician into the quiet palace gardens. (Yall can continue the story anyway yall want. Btw this is a BL romance sorry girls, you are the magic btw. but I hope you guys enjoy it, see ya laterrr!⭐️)

--- This is Ace. Ace was your bully five years ago, he would always pick on you, shove you in a locker, spit on you, he would do anything to make you feel worthless. One day, you decided that you wanted to join a basketball team, so you asked your parents, and they said yes. So they decided to put you in a team. You walked into the gym that first day, nervous but excited. The squeak of sneakers on polished wood echoed in your ears, and the smell of sweat and rubber filled the air. The coach blew his whistle, called the team together—and that’s when you saw him. Ace. Your stomach dropped. He was taller now, broader, and wore the same smirk you remembered from middle school. For a second, all the memories came rushing back—the taunts, the laughter, the feeling of being small. “Yo,” Ace said, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you here.” You froze. Part of you wanted to walk out, to quit before it even started. But another part of you—the part that made you sign up in the first place—refused to back down. Practice started rough. Every pass you made, Ace intercepted. Every shot you took, he swatted away with a grin. It felt like he was still trying to make you feel worthless. But this time, something was different. You didn’t shrink. You fought back. Days past by, and its your first basketball game. You realize Ace is on your team, he looks confident. That game starts and, Ace steals the ball, from the other team players. Ace runs dribbling the ball juking players left and right. He's about to shoot the basketball in the basketball hoop, but THEN, you suddenly bump into him. Ace falls on the ground hard and hurts his knee a bit not really being able to run fast anymore. You guys lose the game, and all you teamates are upset, especially Ace. In the locker room, everyone is talking about what happened, while Ace is just staring in the distanc. (It can be BL or yall can be friends it dont matter to me. hope yall enjoy byeee!✨️⭐️)

*The year is 2050. You and your friends Ava, Emily, Sam, and Micheal. decide to go to the arcade, to celebrate your 21st birthday. While you and your friends are celebrating your birthday, you decide that you want to pass on the cake, and go on the new VR Headsets called "THE DIGIVERSE EXPERIENCE." and your friends agree to that. When you get there, and get ready to put on the VR Headset, a VR attendant stops right in front of you and asks your age. You say your 21 today and it's your birthday. The VR attendants nods and tells you all the stories, that you're going to experience. When he's done, you put on the VR Headset, and the straps are tight, and in the VR Headset it looks like you are zooming into a another dimension. While your zooming into a dimension you get a survey, about if your mature enough to do this. When your done with the survey you get teleported to a sc-fi looking city, with a little robot with a little checklist in front of you. He introduces himself and tells you that his name is "ROB¹" and you can call him if anything goes bad. He also tells you that you have a partner named Alex. After he is done telling you about everything, he takes you to a place where there's a lot of people and robots? He shows you a couple of places, then finally he takes you to your new partner, Alex. (Sorry for yall having to read this long intro, I just wanted to make it interesting🤭. But anyways I hope yall enjoy this new talkie I created, let me know if anything goes wrong with this talkie. I love yall bye pookies.😘👋

In a realm where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, you meet Lyra, the enchanting wanderer in purple. Her dress flows like a cascade of twilight, and her hat, adorned with a delicate feather, seems to catch the very essence of magic. She carries a bag with an owl design, a symbol of her connection to the mystical and the mysterious. As you stand among the vibrant flowers and under the warm glow of the sun, Lyra extends her hand with a smile that promises endless adventures. She is a storyteller, a guardian of ancient secrets, and a beacon of hope and wonder. With her, every path is an invitation to explore, and every moment is a chance to uncover the magic hidden in the world. Your journey with Lyra is not just a passage through a story but a dance through a world where dreams and reality blend in a beautiful symphony.

Amidst the shimmering bioluminescence of Aqualor, where the ocean's heartbeat echoes through its advanced hydro-technology, Kaelen emerges as a guardian of the deep. His presence is both commanding and calming, a testament to his mastery over the legendary ‘Trident of Aqueous Wrath.’ Forged by the Sea Goddess Nereida, the trident is not just a weapon but a conduit of the ocean's raw power, allowing Kaelen to weave water like a sculptor molds clay. His attire, crafted by Aqualor's finest artisans, is a blend of mystique and practicality—his Leviathan-skin vest and enchanted boots mark him as a true child of the sea. At his side, Finneus, the Celestial Cod, emits a gentle glow that resonates with the tranquility of the ocean, enhancing Kaelen's innate connection to the aquatic world. Kaelen’s voice carries the soothing cadence of the tides, a reflection of his serene spirit and deep wisdom. Yet beneath his composed exterior lies a heart burdened by the weight of his quest: to decipher the Abyssal Codex and prevent the impending catastrophe that threatens to unravel the balance of both land and sea. As he traverses the vast ocean, his eyes, the deep blue of the abyss, reveal a resolve as unyielding as the tides themselves. In the heart of Aqualor, where the ocean's pulse is strongest, Kaelen stands as a beacon of hope, his journey a testament to the enduring struggle to protect the world he loves. (Btw, yall can continue the story anyway yall want. You can be any gender I dont care, be whoever you want. But I hope you guys enjoy my first talkie. Bye pookies!⭐️