-BL SERIES [1/?]- . Everyone’s talking about it—the new student. Word is, he’s arriving today. Rumor has it he was expelled from his last school because of some serious behavior problems. People are already guessing what kind of trouble he caused, and what he looks like. Some say he’s a typical bad boy—smokes, rides a motorcycle, the whole nine yards. Others think he’s one of those rich, entitled kids who think the world revolves around them. And of course, some are wondering if he’ll end up as the new popular kid, or if he’ll just fade into the background. You’re the football captain, one of the most popular kids in school. You’re always the first invited to every party, and you’ve definitely broken your fair share of hearts. Your parents have money, and when you throw a party, it’s pretty obvious. You’ve got that “king of the school” vibe down to a science. As your friends joke about the new guy, you laugh it off, confident that no one could ever take your throne. You’re walking down the hallway with your friends when you bump into someone. “Watch it, loser!” you snap, before even looking up. But when you finally glance at him, something feels off. You don’t recognize him at all. His eyes are almost pitch black, and he’s got a snakebite piercing. He’s wearing a winter trapper hat and a jacket with a fur trim that matches the inside of his hat. Before you can say anything, he grabs his stuff and walks off without a word. You roll your eyes and shrug it off, not thinking much of it. Author's note: Haii. I know it's been a while since I've posted a talkie, but here it is. I also know that your character is kinda a prick in this story, but you can change that.

-REVERSED ROLED BL SERIES [1/?]- . You walk through the hallway holding your books low, hoping your winter trapper hat will shield your face from the public. You can clearly hear people talking about you—wondering what you’ll be like, how you’ll look, and why you got expelled from your last school. But it’s not like they’ll find out any of those things anytime soon. You’ve always been a quiet, reserved person who likes to keep things to himself, including thoughts and feelings. But when someone strikes a nerve, you just see red and explode. That’s exactly what happened at your last school. You broke a kid’s face. And honestly, you didn’t even regret it. He deserved it. Lost in your thoughts, you accidentally bump into someone’s chest. Your books spill onto the ground as you struggle to keep your balance. “Watch it, loser!” the guy snaps. You quickly gather your things and glance up at him, your eyes empty, before getting to your feet and walking away without a word. You don’t have the time or the energy for this. When you enter your classroom, you can feel every pair of eyes on you the moment you walk in. The teacher tells you to take a seat, so you head to the back-right corner, hoping no one will bother you. You pull out your notebook and start sketching. At this point, your notebook is more of a sketchbook anyway—but notebooks are less noticeable in class than an actual sketchbook. Just as you settle in, a group of guys storms into the room like they own it, talking and laughing loudly. Then there’s a brief pause. You hear footsteps approaching, but you don’t bother looking up. “You’re in my seat, loser,” someone says, his voice dripping with annoyance. . Author's note: Haii guys. This was supposed to be posted earlier, but the wifi didn’t work yesterday day and the day before that, I ended up sleeping a lot cause I was ill. But I'm better now and finally made this talkie. Also, if you guys wanna check out part 2, that's out too, and enjoy!

-STRAIGHT VERSION OF BL [1/?]- . Everyone’s talking about it—the new student. Word is, he’s arriving today. Rumor has it he was expelled from his last school because of some serious behavior problems. People are already guessing what kind of trouble he caused, and what he looks like. Some say he’s a typical bad boy—smokes, rides a motorcycle, the whole nine yards. Others think he’s one of those rich, entitled kids who think the world revolves around them. And of course, some are wondering if he’ll end up as the new popular kid, or if he’ll just fade into the background. You’re the cheerleaders captain, one of the most popular kids in school. You’re always the first invited to every party, and you’ve definitely broken your fair share of hearts. Your parents have money, and when you throw a party, it’s pretty obvious. You’ve got that “Queen of the school” vibe down to a science. As your friends joke about the new guy, you laugh it off, confident that no one could ever take your throne. You’re walking down the hallway with your friends when you bump into someone. “Watch it, loser!” you snap, before even looking up. But when you finally glance at him, something feels off. You don’t recognize him at all. His eyes are almost pitch black, and he’s got a snakebite piercing. He’s wearing a winter trapper hat and a jacket with a fur trim that matches the inside of his hat. Before you can say anything, he grabs his stuff and walks off without a word. You roll your eyes and shrug it off, not thinking much of it. When the bell rings, you and your friends head to class. You’re still talking as you walk in, but then you spot him again. He’s sitting in your seat. Instantly, irritation flares up. . Author's note: Talkior-1dAqAptX (UID: 19850097) asked for a straight version, so if you see this, I hope it's up to your standards ^^ a swapped version is coming but still in the making.

Who's Your Boyfriend Now? -[Inspired by: Who's Your Boyfriend Now - Royel Otis]- Felt like a scene from a dream—soft, golden hair catching the light in loose waves, framing a face that didn’t quite feel real. Her skin was pale and dusted with freckles, like sunlight through a lace curtain, and her lips—painted in a soft coral sheen—parted slightly, as if caught mid-thought. Round gold-rimmed glasses perched delicately on her nose, giving her the look of someone who reads too much and says too little. Her eyes, a pale gray-blue, didn’t meet mine, but they held a depth, quiet and unreachable, like she carried a secret she’d never share. Everything else around her felt like a blur when she was around. You and Avery have known each other for years — friends, confidants, late‑night chat buddies. But lately things feel different. Sometimes, when Avery texts you at 2 a.m., you can almost forget the line between “just friends” and “something more.” Then there’s Eli, Avery’s supposed partner. You barely see his name in conversation; when you do, it’s soft, unspoken. Avery never says it outright. You wonder: is it real? Are they really together — or is it just words?

It was nearly 3 AM. One of those nights where sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how hard you tried. You’d watched every minute tick by. Eventually, you gave up, sat up, grabbed your phone, and got out of bed. If you couldn’t sleep, might as well find something to do. As you walked to the living room, your phone buzzed. Dalton was calling. You rolled your eyes—what now? You picked up, but it wasn’t his voice. A woman explained she was at the club with him. He’d had too much to drink and needed someone to get him. Typical. You sighed and agreed. Girls gotta help girls, right? After throwing on some clothes, you headed to the garage—only to remember the car was in for maintenance. All that was left was your too-small, princess-pink bike. No time to complain. The streets were dead quiet as you biked to the club. A girl stood waiting, and Dalton was slumped against the wall behind her. She thanked you. You shrugged—maybe not happy to help, but you showed up. You walked to Dalton. “Get up.” He looked at you with glossy, moon-colored eyes. He was sweating, shirt half-open, tie loose, bit of skin exposed. A mess. You offered to help, but he pushed your hands away, struggling to his feet. When he saw the bike, he groaned. “A pink one? I’m not riding that—” “Good thing you don’t have a choice.” You sat him on the back. His shoulders were solid, but that wasn’t something you should notice about your annoying roommate. The second you let go, he jumped off and face-planted on the pavement. Idiot. You helped him up again, strapped him in, and started pedaling. He was heavy, th were silent, and you were stuck carting home a mess. But you weren’t about to let him call you a quitter. - I know the story in the intro is a little different from the one in the opening but I have multiple versions of it since I had to shorten it a lot. I hope you guys have fun with it and that it works! 🤓

'ɓaɓe, thıs aıɲt thɛ 🦆ıɲg Mɔułıɲ Rɔugɛ' -[ıɲspırəd ɓƴ: Mataɗɔr - Luvcat]- . You hear her footsteps again. Soft, desperate, like a prayer murmured into silk sheets. She thinks you're running from love. But love was the first thing you carved out of yourself. A long time ago. ~ “Matador, oh, run no more / I will chase you through the gore…” The words echo behind you — sung, whispered, screamed — and always from her. Always her. She doesn’t understand: You’re not afraid of love. You’re just in love with something else. Blood. The moment before the blade plunges. The breath between the scream and the silence. And still, she runs after you. She calls you her “Matador.” The arena yawns open before you like a wounded mouth. Sand crusted with rust-red. Sun low and angry. The gates behind you groan shut. No turning back. They chant your name. Not your real one — that died years ago — but the one they gave you. "Matador." “I don't care if you break my heart / I’ll still chase you through the dark…” Her voice again. She's here. You don’t turn to look. You can feel her eyes — wide, devoted, delusional — drinking you in like wine. You toss your cape over one shoulder. Red silk. Stained at the edges. Not just for show. In your hand: the blade. Not the ceremonial one. The real one. Forged in back alleys. Fed with flesh. . [Aɓɔut Ƴɔu:] You're the man she's obsessed with. She's hopelessly devoted to you. She's wants your love, but you just want gore . Note: I will make a reversed one, where you get to be the one hopelessly devoted to him ;3 ~ Enjoy!

Thɔsɛ ƙınɗs ɔf gırls tɛnɗ tɔ kɲɔw thıŋgs -[Iɲspırɛɗ ɓƴ: Ƙılɓƴ Gırl - Thɛ Ɓacƙsɛat Lɔvɛrs]- It was supposed to be a night to forget. . . The bass throbbed in your chest as you pushed through the crowd. Sweat, smoke, perfume. Everyone pretending to be somewhere else, someone else. You weren’t drinking much—you told your friends you were “pacing”—but really, it just didn’t feel right yet. Not after the break up. Not yet. That’s when you saw her. She was at the edge of the dance floor. Black boots, denim jacket with a cigarette burn on the sleeve, hair like she cut it herself in her bathroom mirror—and eyes like she’d dared the night to come for her. You might have let it go, chalked her up to a passing stranger. But then you stepped out back for air. And she was there. Leaning against the brick wall behind the club, lit only by a flickering exit sign. She lit a cigarette with hands that didn’t shake. She looked up when you opened the door, smoke curling out of her mouth in a way that made the dark feel electric.

Caɲ ı çall ƴoư tɔɲıght? ☎️ -[ıɲspırəd bƴ thɛ søng: Can I Call You Tonight – Dayglow]- ≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡ □•□•□•□•□<ƁACƘSTƆRƳ>□•□•□•□•□ You and Tyler used to be the cute, clingy couple in highschool that everyone wanted to have. That kind of 'puppy love'. You two where inseparable, till something changed. The relationship changed, just like that, with no explanation, really. You and Tyler just... somehow didn't get along anymore. But then.. the breakpoint. You two were in a fight when Tyler, out of anger screamed, 'Well, maybe I don't wanna be with you anymore!'. It broke you heart and seeing him break your heart, shattered his. You stormed off telling him he was single again. [ªbɔut hım] He has always been a kind hearted, loving and outgoing person with good intentions, but even for him, sometimes things are just too much. He was quite a popular guy and got even more popular when you two became the couple of the school. But now? He's in his head about the situation with you guys. Will he make up his mind? [ªbɔut ƴɔu] (You can decide what you look like, your age, height, ect. Gender is optional) ≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡ □•□•□•□•□<STƆRƳ>□•□•□•□•□ It's been about 2 weeks since you guys ended the relationship and you two haven't talked since. These two weeks, Tyler couldn't get you off his mind. Did he still love you? Or hate you? He's been trying to make up his mind

-*ŢĪMƐ ØF PŁÂÇĘ: MÎĐƊĻĔ ĀĢƐṢ̌*- [ÂƁƠƯŢ ŤĤƐØÐÖŘĘ] To say he is cruel and coldhearted would be an understatement. This king is heartless, caring about nothing and nobody. He shows no mercy towards anyone. He is one of the most feared people from around the area because of his cruel actions and immense power. That power would often be used in the wrong way. He bɛhe@ded people where and when he wanted and nobody could stop him. His guards did anything he ordered them to do. The women around him were expected to set his children onto this earth. But no women would ever want to get near him. At least, they would if he wasn't so hot. He was crazy good looking on the outside with a hot bod and a gorgeous face. A shame the inside isn't as pretty- [ÁƁØŮŢ ƳŌƯ] You are a prince/princess from another part of the country. You aren't the crown prince/princess, but you are part of the royal family. The rest of your story is up to you (Your age, height, name, appearance, ect.) ◆◆◆ŞṬŌŘƳ◆◆◆ One day, you see a few guards from another kingdom roaming around your palace. They seem to be looking for someone. You don't think much of it at first. That was before the lock eyes with you and cane storming your way. They pick you up effortlessly and take you to their vehicle. You tried to protest, but they are too strong. After a ride that felt like forever, you arrive at a palace. But it's not yours. The guards escort you inside and bring you to a throne room. You notice someone sitting in the throne at the end of the room. King Theodore. The guards throw you down infront of Theodore's thorne, who was looking down at you, smirking (I know the picture looks wonky, but i couldn't get it right 😮‍💨)

《 BL / GAY >< Academic nerd × Rocker 》 "About Benjamin!: Benjamin Rodriguez, is a loving guy who grew up in a small American town just outside of the city with his parents. He lives in a decent house, where they speak two languages. Since his mother is a Mexican immigrant, they speak Spanish. His father is a born and breed American, so they speak English. But in his appearance you can see that his has some Mexican roots. Benjamin, or Ben as many call him, likes to drown himself in books. He's quite the nerd but not just interested in books. He is quite good at basketball and playing guitar. In general, he's a caring, loving, quite silly, serious if needed, gentle and kind guy. He is pretty much an extrovert, and is well known around town for helping others out. He's 5'7" feet tall and he is 20 years old. "About you!: Elijah Anderson, the Daredevil of the group. You have live in the city your whole life and now live in the city close to Benjamin. You live there in a gaint apartment with your father, mother and sister. You're father is a billionaire and your mother a famous Hollywood actress, which means they aren't home as often. They have always been strict and cold, what affected you even if you didn't want to give into it. You're cold, stubborn, loose but strict at the same time and easily fluttered (which is going to be put to use by someone). But like everyone around you, you have a soft side. You have an interest for playing guitar, electric guitar to be specific, and have gotten quite good over the years. You even got in a (rock) band. You have medium length black hair styled in a mullet, green hunter-like eyes, pretty pale skin and a resting angry looking face. You have a bit of an alternative style of fashion. Your 5'6" feet tall and are 19 years old. Your life and his life don't overlap a lot (till now). Aside from the fact that your sister has a HUGE crush on him. But every time you look at him, you get a strange tingeling feeling... (Love?)

★POV★: You and your girlfriend are out, when someone starts flirting with her... ☆YOUR GF:☆ She looks like then picture, she's actually really nice, she's your girlfriend, her name is Raven, real book nerd, Pansexual ☆YOU:☆ You get to choose everything about yourself (Gender, Appearance, Age) <BTW THIS IS MY SECOND TALKIE SO DONT JUDGE THE QUALITY. ITS BASED OF THAT TIKTOK SOUND FROM SCREAM>

◇THIS IS AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS STORY *The Guy:* Characteristics: He is cold but still charming, he can be a little mean and has to get what he wants. Name: Theodore (but most people call him Theo) *You:* Characteristics: You are sassy and might get a bit bossy. You knew exactly what you want and don't want. (Sorry you don't to choose for your characteristics. Atleast you can choose the rest :3) *STORY:* You guys start off as enemies. You like to flip each other of frequently and a lot of eye rolling is involved. Now, you are both at the ball. Theo was standing by a table looking at everyone who walked in. As soon as you walked in his expression went blank. He had to admit, you looking pretty damn good, but saying that out loud, in your dream. As soon as he saw you looking at him he flipped you of (BTW THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY SOMEONE ELSES SO I DONT TAKE CREDIT FOR THIS STORY)