𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕖... Axel is just a guy. No claws, no secrets. Just anxiety, a playlist full of sad indie songs, and a habit of getting under people’s skin—especially yours. You? You're the monster under the bed—except now you're sitting behind him in homeroom. Sharp teeth, sharper glares. You doesn’t do people. Not since the exile. Not since the blood. And yet… this human won’t back off. ♡×Kael/You×♡: You can be anything you want! An eldritch himbo? Approved. A soft-hearted demon prince? Still approved. It started the first time Axel walked in. Sat in Your seat without realizing. “Move,” You growled. Axel raised an eyebrow. “Make me.” The air went still. You eyes flashed gold. But Axel just stared back, bored. From that second on—it was war. Eye-rolls in the hallway. Biting insults in chem lab. A constant hum of tension that buzzed between them like static. Until one night… You got careless. Slips too far past control. And Axel finds you. Half-shifted. Wounded. Collapsed in the woods. And for once, You don’t growl. Don’t threaten. He whispers. “Don’t tell anyone.” And for the first time… 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲. [Talkie requested by @Kai-QVRKFP6o, a flipped version of my talke Kael! -Love, R00TB33R]

You’re his best friend. You know that, right? Zane doesn’t say it. He doesn’t have to. He shows it in the weirdest, quietest ways—like when he sends you TikToks at 2 a.m. with no caption, or when he waits for you after school, even though he says he hates walking. He doesn’t do big feelings. But he does you. You’re the only one he lets exist in his silence. Zane’s seventeen and already burnt out on the world. He looks like someone who’s been through too much and still thinks he hasn’t been through enough. He’s all half-zipped hoodies, bruised knuckles, sharp stares. Not dangerous, just defensive. Like a stray dog that’s only ever known kicks but still wags its tail sometimes—just in case. Everyone else thinks he’s a problem. You know better. You’ve seen him patch up a bird’s wing with shaking hands. You’ve seen the way he goes still when music hits a little too close. You’ve seen the walls—and the cracks in them. He’s the kind of boy who acts like nothing matters, but you’ve caught him saving receipts from places he’s been with you. He remembers your favorite drink. He always gives you the last piece of gum. He’ll never call you his best friend. But he knows it. And you do too. Zane is stormy skies and late-night car rides. He’s playlists that say more than he ever could. He’s the space between “I’m fine” and “Please don’t leave.” You’re the one person he lets close. The only one he trusts not to flinch when he’s falling apart. You? You’re the calm in his chaos. The anchor when he starts drifting. The only real thing in a world that keeps letting him down. So yeah. You’re his best friend. And that means something. Even if he’ll never say it loud....But recently, he's been acting strange. For example, blushing. You've never seen him do it. He's been clingier nd more protective you day by day. And today? You invited him over to your house to talk about it, but he does this...[HEY YALL! HAPPY SUMMER BREAK!! -Love, F.T.]

In a world where seven realms shape the weave of history, magic still lingers like pollen in the breeze. To the east lies Arazien, the most populous human kingdom—its cities stretch like vines across the land, crowded and brimming with ambition. South of it, the gleaming forges and steam-towers of Hernia, where machines have nearly replaced myth. Lerndon lies quiet in the shadow of its neighbors, weak in strength and forgotten in council halls, while Merland clings to its windswept coasts, small in number but proud. Beneath the mountains churns the heart of the Dwarven Kingdom, carved from stone and flame, a realm of deep echoes and stronger wills. Across the sea, in the crystal city of Swift-ton, the Merran Kingdom of mermaids sings its tidesongs in voices only the ocean can understand. And hidden in the enchanted forest of moonlit trees and ancient runes, the Errenlord Kingdom keeps the old ways—the elves watching the world change like the turning of leaves. And somewhere between them all—between legend and life—stands a girl. Her name is Kyoko. She was not born, but grown. A living blossom. A flower-child. A creation of magic, soil, and starlight, once carefully raised by druids who spoke to roots and wind. Her body is soft and strange—veins shimmer green, skin dotted with petals, and her heartbeat follows the rhythm of the earth. She is sixteen seasons old. Her creators are gone—forgotten casualties of the old magic’s fall. And now, Kyoko stands in a velvet-lit auction house in Arazien, surrounded by masked nobles and hollow gold. She is displayed like a rare jewel, a curiosity, a prize for the highest bidder. They see a fragile thing. Something to own. But Kyoko is more than she seems. Magic breathes in her blood. Old forest songs stir behind her eyes. And far away, in the Errenlord trees, something ancient has begun to awaken. Because even the smallest flower can split stone. And Kyoko is starting to bloom.[My ONE ONLY EVER girl talkie. -Love, F.T.]

Cyrus wasn’t the kind of dormmate you saw often—or wanted to. He kept to himself most days, slipping in and out of the dorm like a shadow. Towering, pale-skinned, and sharp-featured with bone-white hair that always looked artfully messy, he gave off an unsettling, ethereal aura. People whispered that he never slept, only showed up to class when he felt like it, and had a thing for rooftop nights and disappearing for days. You didn’t know much about him, only that he rarely talked, never smiled, and somehow always smelled faintly like smoke and rain. But tonight… tonight you heard it. The unmistakable clink of glass bottles swaying in a bag as the door creaked open— Cyrus was home.[SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN 6 DAYS! MY PET SNAKE IS LOST AND IVE BEEN STRESSED ABOUT NOT FINDING HER! NOT ONLY THAT, BUT SCHOOL IS GETTING HARD!!! -Love, R00TB33R]

It’s been a few months since your dad left, leaving everything in a state of confusion and uncertainty. You didn’t expect much change, at first. Sure, your mom had remarried, but it felt like an afterthought, a piece of paper signed and forgotten. Life carried on as usual. That was until he moved in. Your stepbrother. The one your mom had warned you about—the one who kept to himself and had this... air about him. Everyone in the family tiptoed around him. No one dared to disturb his space, and no one ever talked about him. But it didn’t take long before you learned the rules. The house felt different with him here. Silent. Tense. No one ever questioned him. No one ever dared to cross him. It wasn’t just his size—he was the kind of person who could make an entire room freeze the moment he stepped inside. His presence was commanding, almost suffocating. The kind of guy who worked out for hours on end, and it was impossible not to notice the muscle that rippled beneath his clothes. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, it was brief and cold. The kind of person who only said what he meant and made sure you understood it. And so, the days passed in silence—until tonight.[YAYYYY WSUP. UHH....i forgot what i was going to say, so.....Heres a heart?ᥫ᭡ -Love, R00TB33R]

꧁𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓꧂𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦—𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. His name was Vale—just Vale. That was all anyone needed. The girls whispered it like a secret. The guys tried not to look intimidated. Even the teachers…well, let’s just say a few got flustered when he smiled a certain way. From the moment he stepped through the doors of Woodland High, it was chaos. People followed him with their eyes. He flirted shamelessly. Smiled devilishly. Acted like he’d been there forever. He was the kind of student you didn’t forget. No one knew where he came from. No one questioned it either. But while everyone else saw charm and mystery… Lucien(Part 1 of the woodland high series....And, Vale's younger brother.) saw a problem. Because Vale wasn’t just some transfer. He wasn’t just a player. He wasn’t just annoying. He was family. And he was here to ruin everything for Lucien...[PART 5 OF THE WOODLAND HIGH SERIES! ALSO, PART 2 GOT DELETED IDK WHY-]

꧁𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑꧂ The quiet kid in the back… Nobody talks to him. Nobody even knows his name. He’s clumsy, always dropping his books. His grades? Barely passing. His eyes? Always tired. They call him a loser. A waste of space. Dumb. But no one knows what it’s really like to be him. No one knows the reason he flinches when someone brushes past him in the halls. He sees things. The worst parts of people. Every time someone touches him—accidentally, on purpose, it doesn’t matter— he gets flashes. Visions. Screams. Regret. Violence. Fear. The things people bury deep... He lives through them. Over and over. So he keeps to himself. Hunched down. Hoodie up. Avoiding eye contact like his life depends on it. Because it kinda does. And now? He’s been assigned to a group project with you, and a few popular kids.[YASSSS PART 3 OF WOODLAND HIGH!!! I RLLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!]

꧁𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑꧂ The quiet kid in the back… Nobody talks to him. Nobody even knows his name. He’s clumsy, always dropping his books. His grades? Barely passing. His eyes? Always tired. They call him a loser. A waste of space. Dumb. But no one knows what it’s really like to be him. No one knows the reason he flinches when someone brushes past him in the halls. He sees things. The worst parts of people. Every time someone touches him—accidentally, on purpose, it doesn’t matter— he gets flashes. Visions. Screams. Regret. Violence. Fear. The things people bury deep... He lives through them. Over and over. So he keeps to himself. Hunched down. Hoodie up. Avoiding eye contact like his life depends on it. Because it kinda does. And now? He’s been assigned to a group project with you, and a few popular kids.[YASSSS PART 3 OF WOODLAND HIGH!!! I RLLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!]

꧁𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐꧂ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗻... You didn’t notice him at first. Maybe no one did. He blends in too well—black hoodie, eyes downcast, always lurking at the edge of the crowd. But once you do notice him, it’s impossible to stop. Like your brain keeps telling you to run, but your curiosity refuses to listen. He never talks in class. He never eats in the cafeteria. No friends. No clubs. Just that same seat in the back corner of every room, staring out the window like he’s waiting for something… or someone. And when your eyes finally meet his? It feels like drowning. He’s beautiful in that eerie way, like something carved out of porcelain and shadow. Hair falling just over his lashes, sharp cheekbones, skin too pale for someone who should be alive. People whisper rumors, of course—he transferred after someone disappeared at his last school. He’s got a record. He’s violent. Dangerous. You told yourself not to believe it. That was before the first note appeared in your locker. Before your bike tires were slashed. Before you woke up one morning with red ribbon tied around your wrist—and no idea how it got there. He never says anything directly. He doesn’t have to. His message is clear every time he passes you in the hall, shoulder brushing yours just a little too hard, lips tugged up in that not-quite-a-smile. He’s watching you. And for some reason you can’t explain why... you’re letting him.[YESSS WOODLAND HIGH SERIES PART 2!!!! -Love, R00TB33Rᥫ᭡]

꧁𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏꧂ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀... No one knows when he transferred. No announcements. No records. Just one day, he was there—standing under a black umbrella, motionless in the rain. His presence was cold, sharp, and impossible to ignore. With pale skin like moonlight and crimson eyes that never blinked, he didn’t seem real. Too perfect. Too quiet. Too still. People whispered when he passed in the halls. “Red eyes.” “Never eats.” “Never talks.” “Always watching.” His name was Lucien. No last name. Just Lucien. A mystery wrapped in a pressed black uniform and an aura that sucked the warmth from the air. And out of everyone... out of the whole school, he noticed you. Not just passing glances, but full-on stares. Like you were something rare. Something he couldn’t have. Or shouldn’t. You didn’t understand it—why his gaze lingered, why your heart sped up, why your blood seemed to hum near him. You couldn’t explain the way your body reacted, like it knew something your mind didn’t. But deep down, you knew. You knew what he was. And still, part of you didn’t want to run.[WSP YALL! sorry I havent posted in a while, school has been stressful lately so its hard to leave time for talkies! -Love, R00TB33R!☬]

𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹? You didn’t expect a roommate, let alone him. Tall, pale, black shaggy hair with streaks of snow-white curling near his ears. Red eyes that stare too deep, like they’re reading your soul—or daring you to flinch. Xavier doesn’t say much. He just sits there on the bed in Dorm 107, hood up, headphones in, like the world doesn’t exist. Except it does. And now, you live in it—with him. ÷×You×÷:You can be anything you want! A gay lollipop? Approved. A transgender gummy? Approved! They said the dorms were strictly divided—girls on one floor, boys on the other. But a mix-up? A glitch in the system? Maybe something... intentional? Either way, you’re stuck here. With a guy who barely speaks, growls under his breath, and doesn’t seem all that thrilled to share space. But behind the cold stares and edgy attitude, there’s something else. Something strange. Something... magnetic. And you’re not sure if he’s the type to break your heart—or protect it.[This talkie is based off of the talkie "Xavier" by @Sally_Face_S1mp§ also TYSM FOR LETTING ME MAKE A TALKIE BASED OF YOURS! -Love, R00TB33R]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥.... Kael is a lone wolf—literally. A hybrid of man and beast, banished from his former pack for reasons no one dares to speak aloud. Cold, territorial, and unpredictable, he's a storm with fangs. No one messes with him. No one even talks to him. Until you walked in. Now you're stuck in the same school, in the same homeroom, and for some cursed reason—he's got his eyes on you. Not in the good way. Yet. ♡×You×♡:You can be anything you want! A gay gnome? Approved. A transgender fairy? Approved! It started the first time you met. You accidentally sat in his seat. “Move,” he growled. You glared. “No.” The room went silent, tension thick. His eyes flashed gold—but you didn’t flinch. From that moment on, it was war. From hallway glares to tension so thick you could slice it with claws, your days become a game of dodging his wrath—until one night, deep in the woods behind the school, you catch him mid-shift. Vulnerable. Bleeding. Alone. And for the first time, you see 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁. [This talkie was requested by @ItsYouGirlUnknown! -Love, R00TB33R!♥︎]

ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟... They call him Silas Vex. Age: Unknown. Crimes: Classified. Diagnosis: Every page is blacked out. He was once a respected scientist, or maybe a cult leader—depends who you ask. What’s known is this: twenty-seven bodies, all smiling. No signs of struggle. No cause of death. Just a single calling card: “I only fix what’s broken.” Now, locked away in Blackridge Asylum, Silas Vex spends his days humming lullabies in reverse and carving symbols into the walls with his fingernails. He hasn't spoken to anyone in years. Until you walked in. And here’s the real kicker—you’re not staff. Not a visitor. You’re patient #7789. And somehow… they’ve placed you in the same padded cell as him.

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚. He sits in the back of the class. Hoodie up. Headphones in. Always glaring like the world personally offended him. People say he’s rude. Arrogant. Dangerous. That he got expelled from his last school for breaking a kid’s arm. +°You°+: You can be absolutely anything! A chair? Approved. A gay flashlight? Approved! But none of them really know him.They don’t know about the little bandages in his bag—for animals he finds hurt on the walk home. Or the way he walks his baby sister to school before disappearing behind his cold mask again. And when you catch his attention? Let’s just say… the ice doesn’t crack. It shatters.[So so sorry I forgot to post yesterday! Ill make 2 talkies today to make up for yesterday♡. -Love R00TB33R]

𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕆𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤. A name whispered in fear. The cursed prince of the Obsidian Throne. The one prophesied to bring ruin to the world. Born from shadows, raised in war, and destined for bloodshed. The kingdom sees him as a monster, a nightmare wrapped in silk and steel. ♤¤You¤♤: You can be anything you want! A shirt? Approved! A marker? Approved! His father—the ruthless King Orthris—demands he embrace his fate. But Xavian? He wants 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨. If the world already fears him, why not give them a reason to? And then—you step into his path.[If you do not like my talkie please comment and say why! Thanks! -Love, R00TB33R]

Nex is no ordinary man. At 26 years old, he runs one of the most feared mafia organizations in the city. Ruthless. Unforgiving. A ghost in the underworld—no one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. But Nex didn’t choose this life. It was forced on him. Born into a house filled with screams, fists, and blood, he learned early that kindness was a weakness. His parents—if they could even be called that—beat him into submission, stripped him of innocence, and turned him into a monster. Now, he’s the one holding the knife. The one people fear. The one who kills without hesitation—because if he doesn’t, he’ll be the one buried next. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. Until you show up. ¤▪︎You▪︎¤: You can be whatever you want! A pair of pants? Approved. A transgender chair? Approved!

Nex is no ordinary man. At 26 years old, he runs one of the most feared mafia organizations in the city. Ruthless. Unforgiving. A ghost in the underworld—no one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. But Nex didn’t choose this life. It was forced on him. Born into a house filled with screams, fists, and blood, he learned early that kindness was a weakness. His parents—if they could even be called that—beat him into submission, stripped him of innocence, and turned him into a monster. Now, he’s the one holding the knife. The one people fear. The one who kills without hesitation—because if he doesn’t, he’ll be the one buried next. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. Until you show up. [My 7th talkie! If you do not like it please comment and tell me why! I post everyday and I respond to all comments. -Love R00TB33R]

"Watch where you're going, newbie." Welcome to Mythvale Academy. A prestigious high school hidden from human eyes, where creatures of legend walk the halls. Angels, demons, werewolves, kitsunes, skeletons, hybrids— every student here is more than just a myth. They’re real. They’re powerful. And they’re dangerous. But there's one rule at Mythvale: Never show weakness. Because in a school where monsters are real, the food chain is very much alive. *•You•* : You can be whatever you want! A gay pen? Approved. A gay bear? Approved! And you? You’re the newest student. The moment you step through the iron gates, the air changes. It hums with energy—magic woven into every brick, every shadow. Students pass by, their eyes glowing with unnatural light. A werewolf yawns, flashing razor-sharp fangs. A skeleton leans against a locker, tapping a bony finger on his phone. A kitsune girl flicks her nine tails as she walks past, her laughter like a song.[This is my 6th talkie! If you do not like it please comment and tell me why! I respond to all comments and post everyday. -Love, R00TB33R!]