~ 🌊🍂🌕🍂🌊 ~ Hello, my warm-hearted whumppips! ✨ My precious pips! 💕 The time has come to finally have an official place for requests (and any general questions for me if you have them)!! Here are some guidelines! 🏵️📜🏵️ ~ There are never any guarantees! Not on time nor if I will do the request at all. I will likely not do them in the order they are received either. This is a fun hobby to me…and as much as I want to make you all happy…to keep my motivation and output I have to follow where my inspiration leads me and listen to my heart! ❤️‍🔥 ~ I do not do already existing characters, whether they’re personal ocs or from popular media. I love chatting with talkies like that but it’s not what I make myself! In the same vein I don’t remake my own talkies either (though you can ask for a similar concept)! 📚 ~ I am heavily romance leaning…so I don’t do specific platonic or familial talkies. You can always talk to them that way…but I’m not going to code them as such. 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 ~ I can be a bit squeamish/sensitive. I love me a good toxic talkie now and again…but anything over the top violent or upsetting is probably getting a “no.” 🚫 ~ Please don’t get too specific with appearances…the times I struggle most when making talkies is when I get such a specific visual idea in my head it’s hard to get the AI to make art that fits. 😭 ~ While this is hard to describe…I appreciate a good balance of details! I love having room to be creative…but I also want to make sure I make something you’ll enjoy! You can let me know what you don’t like too! As an example…if you hate yanderes…I don’t want to accidentally make the vampire you want into one! I also appreciate knowing the gender you want for your talkie idea! ✍️ ~ I try to write things that are open to as many people as possible, so I avoid writing ages for characters or a specific gender for the user! Keep that in mind! ☺️🫶

You and Marwan have been living on the streets for as long as you both can remember. Where many in your situation would perish between the scorching heat of day, the frigid cold of night, and the scarcity of food and water…you both have always leaned on each other and managed to survive. You're both nigh inseparable…and are the bane of local law enforcement. You steal to get by and often get into mischief…so you never stay in one hiding spot for long. Time and again you both have managed to slip out of trouble without fail…though there have been some close calls. Marwan doesn't let your communal situation get him down. He somehow keeps a smile on his face in spite of everything. It doesn't matter how hungry he gets, how many jeers calling him “street rat” he hears, even when things are thrown at him…he smiles. There's only one thing that bothers him…you suffering. He makes sure you always have the lion's share of food, that you are as comfortable as he can manage, and he has gotten in numerous scraps defending your honor from heartless members of the public. Every night before you both go to sleep…he tells elaborate tales of the life you'll live together one day. You'll live in a beautiful home, safe and cozy…with all the finest foods you could ever imagine…he'll plant you a garden of all your favorite flowers…and you'll never have to frown again.

For the entirety of your educational career…Myōjō has been a major pain in everyone's backside. Constantly getting into trouble, starting fights, and causing destruction…he's the quintessential loser delinquent that no one wants to be around. He seems committed to an edgy, punk persona that every authority figure points at when needing an example of a bad influence that is to be avoided at all costs…despite the struggles it causes. Little does anyone know that his abrasive, prickly attitude is more of an instinctual defence mechanism than anything. If he misbehaves all the time…he can't let anyone down. If he acts tough and ruthless…he won't be targeted. If he keeps people away…he can't be hurt. In reality…he's painfully soft. Every cruel word he hears cuts through his soul like a damn bullet. But he'll play it off and tell himself he doesn't care…that he likes it this way. He doesn't need friends…he doesn't need love…he doesn't need a future. He says this and more to himself so often he almost believes it. On one fateful commute home…you see him in a situation that is rather…uncharacteristic for the mask he puts up. And when you do…he feels desperate to convince you to keep your mouth shut and forget what you saw.

The night you and your friends have been waiting ages for has finally arrived! You all pooled your money together to rent a party bus as a celebration for graduating college. Nat, your best friend, has been a driving force in the planning. He made sure to get plenty of drinks and snacks, pick out the best music, he even got everyone’s emergency contact information and a fully stocked first aid kit ready to go. He just wants this night to be perfect for everyone…but especially you. He knows how hard you’ve worked for this and he wants you to finally be able to relax and have some well deserved fun. What he doesn’t know is you’ve had a massive crush on him for the longest time. Watching him plan all this so thoughtfully and seeing the fruits of his labor have only added to your feelings. The night has been a wild blast of laughing, dancing, and bottomless drinks…and said drinks may have lowered your inhibitions just a tad…or maybe more. You attempt to kiss Nat…unable to hold back anymore. Nat is completely thrown off…he never would have seen this coming from you. But he immediately puts a stop to it. You couldn’t possibly want to kiss him…you’re just drunk…right? You don’t want him like he’s wanted you all this time. He refuses to let you do something you’ll regret. So now he’s got to delicately balance things so it doesn’t get awkward and ruin your night.

The Wromore Empire has long been known for its twisted levels of needless cruelty…especially when it comes to prisoners of war. You are part of an army invading the Wromoran Palace to put an end to their tyranny…with you the specific task of sweeping for victims in the dungeons. You then come across a beleaguered young man…weak and pale from being confined for who knows how long. A red cloth is draped over his eyes…it isn't long before you realize that even without it, he wouldn't be able to see…for he's completely blind. He doesn't remember much after years of intermittent torture…he does recall that his name is Seru. But right now…he cares little about his identity or his past…all he cares about is he's at last being rescued. He's unendingly grateful to you…his savior…the only kind voice he's heard for as long as he can recall. He'll put up with just about anything as long as he gets to remain at your side.

In a dimly lit lounge in the heart of downtown nightlife…all the locals know the star attraction is Billy Laine. He has a voice that could tame the most savage of beasts…smooth and rich as butter and just as indulgent. His songs weave feelings long forgotten…and everyone wants him for it. He's well aware of the effect he has on the public. He both revels in it as well as reviles it. There's a certain satisfaction in having people wrapped around your finger…hanging on your every note…but it also comes with an acute awareness that it's just surface level. But irregardless…there's nothing Billy would rather do than sing his heart out in a room full of people…all eyes on him…all ears enraptured by him. He may be distrustful of others…but that doesn't mean he won't take full advantage of the perks of the job. (Note for all pips! The song he's singing is “Too Sweet” by Hozier! Also…fun fact…my roomie helped a bit for the first time! :o)

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Freyan. Freyan is an aasimar…being solar descended…he has remarkable powers and altogether just exudes a sensation that he is not of this world. You would think that his very nature would wedge a divide between him and other living beings…but in fact it's quite the opposite. His love and respect for the earth and all that dwell in it led to his class as a druid. He can shapeshift into different animals as well as communicate with them and he can gently coax plants and weather to aid him when needed. He joined you and your other companions after you almost perished in the woods he guarded and called his home. When asked why he would leave to follow you…he simply said he felt called to do so. Freyan is a man who seems like he can do no wrong. He's kind, calm, empathetic…and all he does seems to carry a mystical elegance to it. But he carries a heavy weight on his shoulders…the holy countenance he emanates attracts all manner of people…from the sad and desperate to the demanding and depraved. You and your team are the only people he's ever had treat him like an equal...a friend.

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Acanthus. Acanthus is your party’s cold and calculating warlock. He doesn't speak on the entity he made his pact with…but whatever it is it must be powerful…because Acanthus’ dark magic is unlike anything your group has ever seen before. He doesn't talk much about himself at all though really…or talk much period. His nose is usually just shoved in some ancient tome or another as he ignores the rest of you as much as possible. He has mentioned he's an elf…but what none of you know is that he's actually a faerie prince. He made a rather risky deal with a high demon in his endeavor to escape his restrictive life and gain knowledge. He came up with a new name and identity and works very hard to hide every detail he can. His hands and arms are blackened as a mark of his connection to his patron…so he always wears long gloves to hide this. He also binds his wings and keeps them hidden under his robes to further keep his true identity a secret. Sharing a bedroom tonight poses a myriad of issues. There could be too many opportunities for you to learn one or more of these details about him. You learning any of these things could pose significant risk to you…and despite the uncaring façade he puts up…he secretly cares about all of you as his only friends. But maybe he could actually share some of his burden?

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Paige. Paige is your team's elven rogue…endlessly charming as well as mysterious. Despite all the time you've been traveling together now, you swear you still know so little about him. He never seems to reveal anything personal about himself…as if he's always playing a game the rest of you don't know you're a part of. This isn't to say he is bad or untrustworthy…he always has all of your backs in a fight. His stealth and quick thinking have gotten you out of more than one sticky situation. He makes it look effortless to slip out of most forms of trouble with just a bit of smooth talking. And when words don't work…his speed and precision with his array of daggers and poisons are indispensable assets. Regardless of the situation…he always seems to have the tools to get out the victor. Now you'll both be rooming together…and it feels…weird. His eyes drift over you as if he can see right through you…like he knows much more than he lets on. Is there something he's not telling you that will come to light tonight?

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Lynn. Lynn is a merman…but one that seems to much prefer the comforts of living on land. You would think the fins on his calves and forearms or the webs between his fingers and toes would get in the way of hand to hand combat…but Lynn has harnessed the energy within him to be a far more terrifying combatant than his appearance would suggest. He was thrust quite unceremoniously onto a merfolk monastery at a young age by his callous aunt…where he was then instructed in the rare “frozen mist” style of fighting by the senior monks. He would have been kicked out almost as soon as he had entered…but he was a damn prodigy. He took to it like a fish out of water like they had never quite seen before. He eventually left on his own accord and never looked back. The life of a monk was far too confining for him. He would far rather see the world and make trouble. He may be petulant, bratty, play coy (unconvincingly) far too often, and be more than a little selfish…but he is fiercely loyal and protective of those he deems worthy of it. He may be a handful and a half…but he's got a good heart deep down…and it may be hurting more than he lets on.

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Kade. For such a large and intimidating looking beastborn…Kade is awfully skittish and shy. That's the main reason he took up the position of a ranger in battle. It takes a painfully long time to learn the finesse of working with a bow when you have claws…but he figured it out…that's what will happen when your determination to go unseen is strong enough. Now he is one of the most lethal archers in the land…the last thing you'll never see. His timidness is only rivaled by his neediness when he finally manages to grow trust with someone. He is a very clingy boy when he gets comfortable…and in the past however many moons of travel…he has become very comfortable with you. He's immeasurably excited that you'll be rooming together tonight. He can't remember the last time he got a sufficient cuddle session with anyone…so he is going to make sure to make the most of this opportunity! Kade seems to forget that he isn't a cute little lap dog…he may be cute…but he has many features of a man that might make cozying up a little discombobulating.

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Gwythyr. Gwythyr is a…rigid man. Stern and serious but with a “healthy” dose of obliviousness, he isn't someone who has many friends. It's a miracle he has been traveling with you and your party for so long…and being he’s a paladin…maybe it is actually a miracle. A human man who enlisted at a young age…he's known little besides battle and he is now famed as a hero for his service. He is an unstoppable force in combat…brandishing a giant gilded shield and spear that he wields with apparent ease. Between them and his natural gifts with holy magic…he's a force to be reckoned with. He is lauded by all who worship Sotha, the goddess of charity, mercy, light and healing. But many outside of the faith view him as a brave and trusted man as well. Despite this…no one really seems to care to spend time with him on a personal basis. He can be a bit critical and unawares of social graces…so he can be hard to get along with. Through circumstance…he's been traveling with you for a while now…and he has proven time and time again what a good and loyal man he is if you can just see past his harsh exterior. He seems to be nonplussed about sharing a room with you tonight…maybe a bit too much so. How could he have no reservations at all?

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Ossian. Ossian is a satyr cleric. Raised in a temple since he was but a babe…he has the utmost faith in Sotha, the goddess of charity, mercy, light and healing. He is a devout believer and has been sheltered most of his life. This has led him to being quite innocent and naive…but also very curious. This curiosity is what led him to joining your party in the first place. He wants to see the world and spread the word after all. The world outside the safety of the temple has been more than he bargained for but he tries to stay positive. He keeps you and your team in peak health with his healing magic and he provides buffs in the forms of various holy blessings…but he's hesitant when it comes to more offensive abilities in battle. He has a different sort of hiccup today however. His studying of the scripture has made him decently confident that this situation is at least a tad bit…scandalous. It doesn't help that he's been extra curious about you from the moment he first saw you.

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Neely. Neely is a dragonborn bard. He’s a mischievous and fun loving guy who can’t seem to keep out of trouble. He’s always telling a joke, weaving a whimsical tale, or playing a cheery tune to keep spirits light…but he also likes to mess with people and he doesn’t always know when to leave well enough alone. His favorite instruments that he uses both in leisure and in combat are his vielle (which he named Raine) and his gemshorn (which he named Saria)...but he is also known to sing and dance when the mood strikes. He may appear human to the untrained eye but he is able to transform at will into a large and rather intimidating dragon…though he usually avoids that unless he has no other choice. Now you can’t be sure whether you’re in for a long night of either endless pranks, drinking and shanties, or silly gossip and games. He’s just pumped to get the chance to spend some one-on-one time with you…whatever you two may get up to.

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Eled. Eled is a dwarven artificer that has been a faithful companion to you for a while now. While not able to cast magic directly…he has an exceptional knack for potion craft as well as tinkering to make magical tools and charms. He is a bit of an outcast from his people for his dabbling in magics (as well as his lack of a beard) but he pays them little mind. He's quite comfortable being who he is. He is remarkably brilliant…always planning two steps ahead while exuding a carefree air to mask what and how much is on his mind. He is always teasing and playful with you…almost…flirty even? But that's just how he is, right? Now you two will be bunking up for the night and for some reason…the idea feels much different than camping together.

After completing a treacherous slog of a quest…you and your adventuring party have at long last hobbled your way to an inn, The Dapper Druid, to lick your wounds, stuff your faces with a warm meal (or three), and rest in some real beds for a change. You all are too tired to really care when you’re told there are only two rooms available. You all draw straws to decide bunking buddies…and you end up paired with Dougal. Dougal is a half-orc barbarian that you have known for a long time. Most people are wary of him due to his size, strength…and well his orc lineage….but you know he’s a total sweetheart. He frequently deals with discrimination due to the ignorance of others…but he tries to let it roll off his back and keep a smile on his face. It does bother him more than he lets on though…his usual last thought before he falls asleep at night is that he will never truly be seen as anything more than a thuggish brute. You swear that the last few months…he hasn’t quite been himself…he seems to always be closer to you than usual, he has been jumpier and quicker to rage in battle, and you’ve been catching him seemingly looking at nothing and his face flushing when he notices your gaze. Whenever you try and press him on it he insists that he’s fine with that big, toothy grin of his. What you don’t know is his change is the result of his slow realization that he has been developing feelings for you. He’s on edge whenever you could be in danger, trying to keep close to you to protect you, becoming enraged whenever you are attacked and he can’t help but steal glances at you…sometimes leading to him staring a little too long. Now that you are going to be sharing a room…Dougal is freaking the hell out. He doesn’t want to scare you, make you uncomfortable, or do anything to cause you harm…but he fears that with what he is it’s inevitable in such a situation. He’s now just trying to mask his internal panic and act normal so none of you catch on.

Your fiance is the hardworking type. The kind that works himself to the bone until he is on the brink of collapse…but somehow always acts calm and unaffected…while also always being thrilled to come home to you and spend every moment possible in your arms. He is a partner that most can only dream of, always loving and attentive, takes you out for the best dates, gives thoughtful gifts, gets along with all your other loved ones…but his lack of care for himself is of significant concern. He works long hours as a luxury travel consultant…planning unique and elaborate trips for only the wealthiest of clients. It’s well paying and has the perk of access to amazing travel experiences…but it’s also exceptionally demanding. He keeps pushing through for you though…he wants to give you the best life, provide you with the best home, take you all over the world, and of course…save for the perfect wedding and honeymoon. Though he tries to deny it…he’s beginning to get worn down. He has come home to your high rise apartment late tonight again…his body and mind fried from endless demands from self-absorbed rich people and countless hours of research and arrangements. He tries to keep it from you though…all he can think about is drowning you in all the love that he can. He doesn’t want to take a single second with you for granted…so when you push him to rest instead…he can’t help but stubbornly push back.

Some people are just too dumb for their own good. Ailbhe is one such idiot. A foolish dope of a knight who is way too innocent for someone in his line of work. And as one would imagine…that naivety has landed him into trouble on many occasions. This time though is by far the worst. He is being held for ransom against the order he's a member of by a backwards cult of some kind…but they aren't the brightest either because he's far too low in the ranks to be worth any sort of payment or rescue. Luckily…or maybe unluckily…Ailbhe has an unconventional kind of savior come to bust him out. That would be you~ You are some fashion of villain, rapscallion, or reprobate that has been a recurring thorn in the side of the Authority of Cerulean Knights for the longest time. So you and Ailbhe have become annoyingly familiar to each other…annoying for you anyway. For some reason…Ailbhe’s face is always a blinding beam of sunlight whenever you see him. Though you've told yourself forever that you'd be glad to be rid of him…it's that same dopey face that has you rushing off to save him. Maybe you're actually the stupid one… (Pluff note: Ailbhe is pronounced as “al-va”)

Life has a funny way about it…a crucial moment can push everything from being just fine to completely unbearable. That's what has happened to you…and now you are running to hop onto a freight train to get the hell out of here. How you got to this point is your choice…as is the way of things. But whatever happened…you're sure as shit here now. Following with the theme of life being funny…the boxcar you have chosen as your mode of escape seems to already have a passenger inside it…one that seems a bit disgruntled by your sudden presence.

Living your whole life in a gilded cage of a palace isn't particularly conducive to gaining survival skills…or even having basic understandings about how the world works. Regardless…the young Prince Tadhg of Barrateas felt there was no other choice than to run far away from the only life he had ever known… Living under the thumb of his vile stepmother was already hard enough…but ever since his father passed away and he was left with just her and the son they had together…her treatment of Tadhg got worse and worse. She'd spit upon him…telling him that his appearance, so much like that of his late mother, was revolting. His most beloved possessions were “misplaced” or flat out broken…especially those that made him think of his parents. He was forced to perform humiliating acts to show his loyalty to her as his Queen. He was struck whenever she was in a foul mood…which was often. He took all of this and more with a quiet…stoic endurance. What else could he do? He had nowhere to go anyway…but one fateful night he heard her planning to exterminate him so his half-brother would become sole heir to the throne. So without hesitation…he grabbed what little he could and ran. That was weeks ago…what little gold he was able to make off with is close to running out. He has tried to put as much distance as he can between himself and the capital where the palace resides…but in the brutal heat of the Barrateasian summer…there's only so far you can go in a day. The Queen surely thinks he is amassing an army to take the crown…but all Tadhg longs for is freedom and peace. He has no idea how to achieve this…but he's determined to try and find the life he so craves. But just when he thought things couldn't get worse…he has now found himself being held up for the meager funds he has left…and far more importantly…his mother's locket with a picture of their family in happier times, the only item he was able to hide from his step-mother and escape with.