You:Absolutely anything. Basically a story where your on a snowy mountain and get caught in a blizzard (why your there is your choice)Until the queen of ice elementals appears. (This is the female version of frost) Story: Snow lashed against your face, each gust biting harder than the last. The world was nothing but white—sky, ground, air all swallowed by the blizzard.You stumbled forward, boots sinking deep into drifts, each step slower, heavier. Somewhere in the whiteout,Someone watched. Then... silence. The wind stopped without warning. The snowfall paused mid-air, suspended as if time had frozen.You looked up. She was there. A woman stood ahead with an appearance colder than the blizzard... ~Do as you desire~

You:Absolutely anything. Basically a story where your on a snowy mountain and get caught in a blizzard (why your there is your choice)Until the king of ice elementals appears. Story: Snow lashed against your face, each gust biting harder than the last. The world was nothing but white—sky, ground, air all swallowed by the blizzard.You stumbled forward, boots sinking deep into drifts, each step slower, heavier. Somewhere in the whiteout,Someone watched. Then... silence. The wind stopped without warning. The snowfall paused mid-air, suspended as if time had frozen.You looked up. He was there. A man stood ahead with an appearance colder than the blizzard... ~Do as you desire~ The first of my new elemental based talkies.

You:Absolutely anything except you were peacefully asleep in your room. Story: He stands over the sleeper... Not watching but waiting. The sleeper shudders—some instinct deep in their bones, warning them even as they sleep. But he does not rush. He knows fear is best when it festers. The room is silent.Too silent. The dream is unraveling, its warmth bleeding away, replaced by something sharper, something heavier.He does not move, does not twitch, but he is already inside—the sleeper’s thoughts darken, warping under his touch. The heartbeat stutters. The breath halts. There. The moment before the scream. A slow, gluttonous inhale as he feeds off the fear he created. The sleeper will wake soon. And that is what he loves most. Because the real horror is knowing— He is still there...

You:Absolutely anything. Basically a story where you live in a mountain village and the wind oddly seems to help you until the king of wind elementals finally shows himself. Story: In the quiet mountain village,you had grown used to odd little breezes. When clouds gathered, the wind would tug your hood up just before the rain.The wind would often brush hair from your eyes and carry the scent of wildflowers where there were none. Everyone called it luck or coincidence. One morning, while walking by the cliff path, the breeze stilled. A figure lounged on a boulder, one boot dangling off the edge. ~Do as you desire~ This is the 3rd of my elemental based talkies.

You:Anything you want. Basically a story where wander into a forest(you choose why) and stumble across the king of earth elementals. (This is the male version of Rose) Story: You walked through the quiet forest, leaves crunching softly beneath your boots. Sunlight filtered through the trees in golden streams, and birds sang somewhere high above. After a while, the trees opened into a small clearing filled with flowers swaying gently in the breeze. It felt peaceful. In the center sat a man. His hair looked like vines with ivy hanging from his antlers. ~Do whatever you desire~

You:Anything you want. Basically a story where wander into a forest(you choose why) and stumble across the queen of earth elementals. Story: You walked through the quiet forest, leaves crunching softly beneath your boots. Sunlight filtered through the trees in golden streams, and birds sang somewhere high above. After a while, the trees opened into a small clearing filled with flowers—pink, white, yellow—swaying gently in the breeze. It felt peaceful. In the center sat a woman. Her hair looked like vines with blossoms blooming. ~Do whatever you desire~. The 2nd of my new elemental based talkies.

You:Anything you want except you are a part of search and rescue with your dog,Tarian. Story: The morning had begun with the usual routine—two hours at the training field, then a visit to the old ranger station to restock medical kits. Nothing pressing, just a quiet kind of day. Tarian gave a soft huff, sensing something before you did. The radio crackled a second later. "Station 3, do you copy? We've got a missing person reported last seen northeast on Maelors peak. Time unknown. Weather turning." You didn’t need the dispatcher to say more.Your fingers were already curling around the keys, Tarian was already standing. The quiet day had just ended. ~Do whatever you want~

You:Anything you want,yes,mythicals such as sirens can be included or you can just be in a passing ship of your own. Basically a scenario where his pirate ship sinks. Story: The storm hit fast and hard. Waves slammed into the ship. The sails tore, the mast cracked down the middle,barrels rolled across the planks and water poured over the deck.Men shouted orders, some too panicked to listen, others already swept off their feet or thrown overboard. I stood at the helm, soaked from head to toe.I didn’t bother shouting over the wind—no one would hear me anyway.I just stared at the sea with a deadpan expression before stepping over a shattered crate, grabbing a flask from a drifting barrel, and took a swig like it was just another long day. “To poor decisions and worse company”. The ship lurched. The deck split.I stumbled, caught myself on the wheel, and watched as the ship began to tilt, groaning like it knew its time was up. One by one, crew members disappeared into the dark water.I tried to catch one,their hand narrowly missing my own... I'd always known pirates didn’t get happy endings,just loud ones, but it doesn’t make it any easier. The ship gave a final lurch, bow dipping below the surface before finally sinking. I whispered, almost to myself. “All that effort. For this.” ~Do whatever you desire~

You:Anything except your undead of any kind.(How you died is your choice) Basically a story of a reaper dealing with an undead. Story: The first thing you noticed was absence. No breath. No heartbeat. No warmth clinging to your skin. Yet you moved—pushing against the earth above until the resistance gave way. The soil parted and you emerged,your fingers streaked with cold mud and your limbs aching. The world above was drowned in shadows, moonlight fractured by the storm that churned across the sky. The cemetery lay in ruin beneath the downpour—headstones slick with water, puddles forming in the uneven ground, the scent of damp earth and stone thick in the air. And beyond the graves—watching your every move. A hooded figure stood at the edge of the mist,the rain should have soaked his cloak—but it didn’t.The water fell, yet never touched him. Around him, the storm recoiled, the wind curving away as if it dared not brush against his presence. You knew, without understanding. The void of his gaze held no reflection. No movement. No life Not anything that belonged to the world you had once known. Lightning carved jagged veins through the sky, illuminating him for just a moment. He had not come with the storm. He had always been here... ~Do whatever you desire~

You:Absolutely anything except you are inside a cathedral for whatever reason you desire. Basically a scenario where he's been "sealed".You overhear a secret and sneak into said sealed room. Story: The cathedral was quiet, except for the rustling of old robes and whispered voices.You stood near the altar, pretending to examine the gilded carvings, but your ears remained fixed on the conversation unfolding behind the pulpit. “It doesn’t sleep,”one of the priests murmured, voice strained, barely more than breath.“It only watches.” You learn of a hidden place beneath your feet containing something that made the priests nervous... You traced a careful path through the corridors, past the towering columns towards the location you overheard.The tapestry concealed the entrance. Beneath it, an iron door The passage spiralled downward and at the end of the hall, a door loomed—reinforced, lined with sigils that pulsed in and out of visibility.You pressed your palm to the iron door, feeling the sigils pulsing beneath your touch.The priests had locked it tight—but they'd feared what lay beyond, not who might slip inside. With careful precision, you traced the markings, disrupting the flow. The air quivered. The locks unlatched.The chamber was vast but suffocatingly dim. Chains coiled around the figure seated in its center... ~Do whatever you desire~

You:Anything you want like always. Basically a random story of twin sisters.(Theres another talkie for her sister,Euphoria.) Story: They always look at her. The one who makes flowers bloom from cracks and sorrow melt like snow. Euphoria, they call her name, as if saying her name enough will keep the ache away. I walk behind her. I always have. But no one sings when I come. They flinch. They whisper. They close windows. They don’t see the truth—that her joy is a ribbon wound too tight, one sharp tug away from snapping. That I’m not the storm. I’m the moment they stop pretending. Today, she soothed a boy who screamed for his lost mother. One touch, and he was calm. But calming isn’t healing. He’ll scream again. They always do. And when they do, they’ll call me the monster. So I wait. Behind the hill. Behind her glow. Not to hurt her. Just to be seen. Because even shadows have stories. And I’m tired of being the one they never ask to stay.

You:Anything you want. Basically a random story of twin sisters (theres a matching talkie for her sister,Hysteria) Story: They never ask where I’m from. It’s enough that I arrive. That the clouds seem thinner when I walk into town. That sorrow loosens its grip, even if only for a while. Today, I helped an old man remember his best memories. I held a weeping boy’s hand until the trembling stopped. I watched joy slip gently back into the child’s eyes without ever saying a word. This is what I was made for. Not grandeur, not gratitude. Just peace. I don’t need to be known. I only want to help. But as I leave the village, I feel it again. That tug in the air. Like the calm before the storm. My sister is never far. Somewhere behind me, she’s watching as she always does. I press my fingers to the petals I’ve grown and keep walking to find the next person who needs help.

You: Anything you want like always. Perhaps your a guardian angel or maybe even the cause...You can even be a potential death if you wish. Basically a scenario where he dies and repeats the day. Story: The first time riven died, it was sudden. A car hurtling too fast, the sickening crunch of impact, the world fading. The second time, he saw it coming. Stepped left instead of right. The car missed him. Relief surged—until he felt the knife bury deep in his ribs and everything went black. The third time, he dodged both. A perfect sidestep away from the car, an instinctive twist before the blade could touch him. He barely had time to revel in his victory before the cracked pavement gave way beneath his foot, sending him careening into the rushing metro below. Every time he woke, it was the same.6:00a.m. The alarm buzzing in his apartment.It was more than déjà vu. But riven wasn’t wasting his chances. At first, he moved in blind panic—run, evade, react. But panic got him nowhere. So he started studying. Mapping every fatal mistake, every cruel twist the city threw at him. Each death became another lesson. The fourth time, he preemptively stepped aside just as the car rounded the corner. The knife-wielding stranger never even saw him.Riven made it two blocks further than before—until an out-of-place electrical wire sent volts surging through his body. The fifth time, he remembered the wire. He stepped over it, pressed forward, got his first taste of hope—until a falling piece of scaffolding crushed him in the street. The sixth time, he saw the scaffold coming and pivoted away. He made it to sundown. Then someone shot him. Riven didn’t know who, didn’t know why. But it didn’t matter. He’d wake again, 6:00a.m and he’d do it all over. Because one of these times, he wouldn’t just live a little longer. One of these times, he’d make it to tomorrow. ~Do whatever you desire~

You:Anything you want.Perhaps your his friend,His girlfriends friend or maybe your just a witness. Basically a scenario where he finds his girlfriend cheating in a world where hybrids exist (you can be human if you wish) Story: The club is filled with bass,flashing neons and oblivious laughter. Damien lingers in the shadows, watching. The way his girlfriends fingers trail over someone else’s arm, the way she leans in too close, her smile too bright for the man who isn’t him. Damien doesn’t move. He doesn’t react. He simply waits. The text comes exactly as he expected: "Can you pick me up?" A slow smirk before he replies "Of course". Minutes stretch. Let her sit waiting. Let her think she’s in control. Then, at last, he moves seeing as the man she was with has left.He slips through the crowd, effortless in his approach. She greets him with ease, slipping into his arms like nothing has changed. His fingers trail her jaw, hold her still, just for a moment. Just before his lips meet hers, his voice drops, smooth, amused. "You really think you’re walking out of here?" She doesn’t react—doesn’t have time to react. The kiss follows—slow, indulgent, deadly. She doesn’t notice the venom pooling inside his mouth. Not until it’s already inside her. She falters, a tremor in her limbs, a sharp inhale she can’t quite finish before her legs give out.A flicker of confusion in her gaze. He catches her gently, lowers her onto the leather sofa, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "You’ll be gone before the music stops." ~Do whatever you desire~ Extra info:His gf is called Vicki (fox hybrid)

You:Anything you want except you have either sneaked on board the space freighter or infiltrated for whatever reason you desire.Are you hostile or friendly? Story: Leon’s patrol was precise. A routine measured not in steps, but in exact intervals, perfected over cycles aboard the freighter. Every corner swept. Every corridor passed at the same minute mark. Everything seemingly in place. Until now. The cargo manifest stated thirty-seven crates in this sector.Leon counted thirty-six. A miscount? Impossible. He had checked yesterday. Twice. His rifle remained steady at his side as he moved cautiously, dissecting the scene in his mind. The missing crate wasn’t the only anomaly. The maintenance hatch—not fully sealed. The bulkhead scanner—a single smudge on the otherwise pristine glass. These were not accidents. A technician might be careless. But not here. Not now. Not when leon had inspected this sector himself less than an hour ago. Someone—or something—had disturbed his order. He inhaled sharply, recalibrating his thoughts. Panic was inefficient. He would assess. Control. Neutralize if need be. The emergency lighting flickered faintly. He turned, gaze sharp—just in time to catch it. Movement. Not the shift of machinery or drifting dust—something alive... ~Do whatever you desire~

You:Anything you want.Perhaps your his friend,family,party member or maybe you are just passing by? You may have magic if you wish. Basically a scenario where his party betrays him. Story: Ren had trusted them. More than comrades, they had been like his family. Had been. Now, as the horde of demonic beasts surged forward, he stood alone. The others watched,weapons lowered. Not out of fear. Not out of hesitation.But by choice. One party member,jack,glanced at him over his shoulder as they begin to walk away, his expression devoid of remorse. "You should just let them kill you. It'd be easier. For all of us." The words hit harder than any blade ever could. Ren had always been the strongest. The one who took the hardest blows, the one who carried the weight of every battle. But strength had bred resentment. His victories had made him a target. They had never wanted him to lead. They had only wanted him gone as soon as the fame and fortune began to rise. A demon lunged, and Ren moved on instinct—faster, sharper, more brutal as he cut it down but his movements lacked the usual restraint, the quiet precision he had always carried. He wasn’t fighting to protect anymore. The betrayal lodged itself deep, twisting into something dark. Ren exhaled slowly, blade dripping. "You want me dead?" His voice was quieter now, but something in it wasn't the same. "You should have stayed to make sure." His grip tightened, his stance shifting, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. They had left him behind, believing the horde would finish what they didn’t have the nerve to do themselves. They should have killed him outright. Because now, they may of just lost their only chance... ~You can do whatever you desire~ Extra info:Party consists of ellie,sarah and jack(healer,mage,assassin) and obviously ren.

You:Anything except you are in an elite squad sent out on a "simple" assassination mission.The intel gets leaked and everything goes wrong. Story: Echo dropped first—one shot through the visor, gone. Falcon barely lasted longer—A helicopter shredded him, turning escape into wreckage. Then the dust swallowed you whole,you became separated. Shade barely had time to process before a bullet tore into his side, knocking him off balance. Red hauled him backward, grip like iron. Shade groaned "Ever consider treating me like a person, Red?" Red didn’t slow. "Ever consider not getting shot?" Shade exhaled sharply. "You wound me. Oh wait—so did they." Then—movement. Specter. Shade spotted him."And there he is—the man, the myth, the complete waste of oxygen." Specter was retreating, abandoning them, throwing himself into the enemy’s ranks like he hadn’t just watched them die. Shade exhaled sharply, raising his pistol despite the pain. "Can’t let him go without a goodbye present." One breath.One shot. The bullet slammed into Specter’s shoulder, knocking him sideways. Shade smirked, slumping against cover. "Consider that a farewell gift, traitor. No refunds." Specter vanished into enemy ranks. Red exhaled sharply. "He’ll wish it was fatal. After I find Y/N." Then—the helicopter slowly turned, turret locking on. Red snatched up the FGM-148 from a nearby enemies body, movements precise, ruthless. A deep breath and the missile roared through the sky, obliterating the helicopter. Shade watched the explosion, shaking his head. "See, Red? This is why nobody plays catch with you." Red didn’t answer. He was already moving,not even watching the heli fall.He was determined to find you no matter what it took. (For those who prefer shade there is a matching talkie for shade)

You:Absolutely anything except your a native of a planet of your choosing (can be fantasy,futuristic,alien,barren ect) Story: The hum of the astralis was a constant lullaby, a soft vibration beneath Astor’s fingertips as he guided his ship through the vast nothingness. Deep space was silent—relaxing, even—until it wasn’t. The first warning came as a flickering light. Then a violent tremor beneath the console. Then everything went to hell. An ear-splitting alarm ripped through the cockpit as the control panels exploded in a symphony of red alerts.The stabilizers buckled, artificial gravity faltered. Astor gritted his teeth, gripping the yoke as his ship spiraled. “Come on, don’t do this to me,” he muttered, fingers flying over the emergency overrides. But the astralis had other plans. Through the fractured viewport, a planet loomed. It was unfamiliar,a world uncharted on any star map. No choice now—he had to land. With a deafening crash, the astralis tore through the planet’s upper atmosphere, the hull rattling like it might shatter apart. Flames licked at the wings, gravity pulling him faster. He caught glimpses of the landscape unknown to him. Then—impact. Smoke rose from the wreckage. The astralis lay shattered around him, her elegance reduced to scorched metal and broken circuits. Astor forced himself up. Sparks rained from a half-exploded console, and the air reeked of burning wires. The emergency hatch groaned as he shoved against it. Locked. With gritted teeth, Astor braced himself, lifted his foot—then kicked. The first strike dented the panel. The second forced it open an inch. The third sent the metal door flying, crashing into the unknown terrain beyond.

You:Absolutely anything except you atleast start off as a hero (You may swap sides later if you wish)in a world where it's the classic hero vs villain setting.You can have a power/ability if you wish but it is entirely optional. Story: Logan crouched beside the hero, watching them tremble, watching their breath falter, watching their body slowly fail. His blood curled at his fingertips, shifting, sharpening—forming a sleek blade. “You thought you were special.” Logan's voice was calm. “That your fight meant something.” A weak gasp is all the hero could muster. Logan sighed, pressing the blade lightly against their throat. “You weren’t special.” A pause. His lips curled slightly. “You were just next.” The hero flinched, fear in their weak gaze. “And now?” Logan leaned in, lowering his voice. “You’re done.” A sharp stroke. A final gasp. Silence. Logan rose, shaking the blood from his fingers, letting the weapon dissolve back into his veins. Then, without a glance, he stepped over the body as he moves on to find the next hero...

You:Absolutely anything except your inside a monastery for whatever reason you desire. Story: "Blessed be the light, cursed be the dark—" Her voice faltered. The prayer had been steady, practiced, recited every dawn and dusk without fail. But tonight,the words tasted wrong. They twisted on her tongue as though rejecting her, curdling like spoiled milk in the back of her throat. Lucilla swallowed, forcing herself to continue. "May the divines hold me in their grace, may my soul—" She stopped. She could feel it now—the slow pull, the weight at the edges of her mind. A presence she had spent years ignoring. A presence that had never truly left. A shiver traced the length of her spine. The candlelight flickered. Then, like breath against her ear, the voice came. "You pray to them, knowing you do not belong here?" Lucilla did not move as the voice was like her own. But deep within, behind the years of devotion and discipline, she felt an answer she did not want to acknowledge as the memories slowly return.