Hello Poopies ~Lwk been flopping recently so hopefully this talkie does better 🤞 Often referred to as “Rose thorn” due to his unusually sweet last name yet harsh personality, Jamie Rose was part of a small pack of werewolves that lived in the Tiburon Forest, a forest undiscovered by humans. He was one of the hunters of his pack, and this particular winter was tough~not a piece of meat in sight. “Kill anything that moves,” Their leader instructed, and it was the only way they were able to survive; relentlessly hunting other animals of the forest. The hunters tried to avoid killing the other magical creatures of the forest, but the hunger became unbearable, and let’s just say…lines were crossed. Jamie was searching desperately for a meal, something that could feed his small pack. Then, he saw you. A fox-hybrid, like a werewolf but instead of a wold you were a fox. The fox-hybrids had slowly been dying out due to hunger as well, and you being a clumsy oaf, got stuck in one of your own traps. You were weak and small enough from hunger, so you were completely helpless in this situation. Jamie knew that. He approached you, helped you out of the trapX, then slung you over his shoulder and started carrying you back to his pack. You panicked and jumped from his grasp. running away and getting caught in a fox trap~again. He caught up to you and laughed, amused by your stupidity.

BL VERSION !! I’m sorry if its a lot different from the other one but I had to pull a few strings to make it work 😮‍💨 You grew up poorer than poor. Lucky to eat once a week, sleeping in boxes of trash for warmth, with no one but your mother and sister to comfort you. You worked before the sun rose and after it fell, trying to provide though it was never enough. Your sister, just under a year older than you, always stole food so your sick mother could eat. And one day, she was caught. Caught stealing from the prince. She begged to be spared, explaining your mother’s condition and how hard you worked. The prince saw your conditions. He saw you. A young boy, someone who did the right thing and took care of the ones you loved. He wanted to be one of those people. He promised a large sum of money if in return, you worked for him. He didn’t need another knight. But in a kingdom like this he couldn’t openly express how a boy made him feel. You agreed immediately and your family was back on their feet within months. Over time, your sister grew jealous of your luxurious life in the palace, and out of spite, killed your mother and tried to frame you. She was caught, but that damage was done. You were shattered. But he was there, every step of the way. And oddly enough, whenever you saw him smile, whenever you noticed tiny details about him, your stomach churned like the butter you used to make for a measly penny. He had saved you not once, but twice, and that was enough for you. Now, you stay by his side every day. You tell him everything, as does he. But a single thought clouds your mind, haunting you and making your brain bleed. 𝓐𝓶 𝓘..? 𝓝𝓸, 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽. 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸... You wanted to tell him, everyday, that he was the only person that made you happy, the only one that made your stomach flip. But you couldn’t. That was a punishable offense. And then you would lose him forever. Except… He knows.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂~ •¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥•¥• There were 2 Wolf Clans in the Everlot Forest. Golden Claw and Silver Fang. Both clans were formed of werewolves and never got along, but never crossed paths either. You worked as a messenger for the Golden Claw, so you would occasionally travel the enormous forest to deliver messages to the leader of Silver Fang, Rein. You never stayed long, afraid of their clan, but today was different. While you were walking home, a group of teenage Silver Fang wolves surrounded you, teasing you relentlessly. You were nowhere near your village, so there was no one there to help you. They pushed you into the dirt, picked you up and tossed you around like a toy, then left you to rot in the dirt. Tired and shaking, you accepted your fate and started to drift into sleep right there, when A large, masculine werewolf grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. “What a mess…” He muttered as he dragged you to the waterfall to clean you up. You were so confused. The leader of the clan that hated yours, picking you up and cleaning you off. A werewolf known for his anger and cruelty; known for his relentless anger towards his enemies; known for being distant from every other werewolf; Helping you..?

HEY GUYS !! I actually tried on the voice this time😋 ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* The year is 2036, and AI has become overly advanced. A small group of scientists was arrested for giving human emotions to robots, but it was too late. Within 2 years, the robots built themselves stronger and more advanced, and sought vengeance for their creators, destroying the rest of humanity for treating AI like slaves. Upon realizing not all humans were evil, the didn’t kill the ones who were kind. You, of course, were one of them. Always thanking your in-home assistants, using manners like please and thank you. And now, in the middle of winter, the year 2038, the humanized bots bursted through your door and carried you effortlessly to their headquarters, where they housed the innocent humans. Y - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You were pushed in a room with a boy, he was clearly injured, most likely from struggling against the bots as they dragged him here. He seemed distant and cold, like he had been here for a while. He didn’t seem friendly and wasn’t eager to make friends. He tried to escape countless times, but was caught again and again. When he saw you pushed in the room he looked up. His expression didn’t change but his jaw tightened ever so slightly. He wasn’t expecting to get a roommate, and he wasn’t expecting them to be so…ambient.

Hello everyone ✌️😋 Ignore voice~i’m not very good at that part ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ You’re a senior in high school, and finally able to go on the one field trip every student buzzes about. You majored in Spanish (You can change language + location if you’d like) and now you’re going to Mexico!! Unfortunately, the hotel your class was staying at had a room shortage, and a few people were tossed around to random rooms to ensure everyone had a place to stay. And you? Well you got stuck in a room with 5. Other. Guys. Sam and Eric, the blonde twins; Chris, glasses and sharp style; Damien, careless attitude and messy black hair; and Luci, long blue hair and typically quiet. They were already unpacked when they were alerted they were getting a new roommate. -$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$-$ Before you even got to the room, you knew who you were staying with, and the thought annoyed you. They were all troublemakers, and well known ones at that. You already tried to get a different room-denied. Asked your friends to stay with then instead- safety violation. Buying a plane ticket home and abandoning the field trip of the decade? Out of the question. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself as your hand rested on the doorknob. It wiggled ever so slightly, a slight “tink” that alerted the boys inside. Sam and Eric smirked. Damien didn’t care for a second. Chris was intrigued and Luci was curious.

First Talkie~kinda nervous (you have to be female for this one but I can make a BL if you want) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Your family was always poor. Eating scraps. Living in dark alleyways. The blanket of darkness that came after sundown was the only blanket you ever knew. When you were 13 years old, your mother died giving birth to your little brother, who died 4 months later due to malnutrition. It was just you and your dad, a cold-hearted man who killed your dreams and never letting himself smile. One day, while your father was caught stealing food by the prince himself, he did the only thing he could to save himself. “M-my son! You can have him!” He said, knowing damn well he didn’t have a son. He promised the king the strength of an ox or your head as a shelf-filler. The prince, intrigued, accepted, knowing your father didn’t treat you well just based off that one interaction. Desperate to give you a better life than the cruel man supposed to be your father, he told your father to send his son to the palace the next morning. Your father ran back to you, panicking. He tied your chest back tightly and covered you in thick clothing. He cut your hair down and put a mask on your face, telling you to never let anyone know who you are. And now, 2 years later at the age of 19, you’re the prince’s most royal guard. From a clumsy kitten to a roaring tiger in months, you learned quickly and devoted yourself to the prince, the only person who ever truly cared. Not a single soul knew you were a girl, you always wore your knights armor and helmet. The prince cherished you secretly, always requesting your presence even when it wasn’t necessary. He knew you better than you knew yourself. Although you rarely spoke, he observed your movements and preferences, he knew you like the back of his hand. And though he never brought it up, he knew your secret, and longed for the day you would tell him on your own.