~"For my best friends"~ It wasn't the first time you had completely shut both Wifies and Parrot out. When you first met them, you hardly trusted them at all. Who would've expected nightmares to be the reason you're like that again? You, Parrot, and Wifies were all very close friends. You three lived in the same house, had similar interests, yet were different in every possible way. You were intuitive and sarcastic. You found humor where others didn't. Wifies was smart and cunning. He could find things others missed. Parrot was calculating and narcissistic (a bit). He had a way of going about things that you and Wifies would never think of. But recently, you've been haunted by nightmares of losing the only friends you've ever had. Sometimes they die in front of you. Others were when they treated you like crap. The worst ones were when they turned against you completely, sending you to your own phantom death. And you'd wake up gasping for air, feeling the pain as if you had truly experienced it. So to protect yourself, you became what they never wanted you to be: distant. Eventually, Wifies decided that he was done letting you mope around. He wasn't going to let one of his best friends suffer if he could stop it. YOU: You're literally anyone except for Parrot and Wifies. I literally don't care, it didn't save the first time so I had to redo it. Don't listen to the voice and enjoy!

~"Okay, which one is the "L"...?"~ AveryTheMayo, forced horror protagonist who would rather just play Bedwars all day, is the equivalent of both nosy and curious. When he found a random manmade mine in the ground, he marked the spot by towering up so he could locate it from a distance. And then, you showed up. You hadn't really expected to find yourself back on the world you used to mess around with d3rLord3, but you'd felt a calling, leading you back to the world d3rLord3 had long since left. One day, he just said that he had to go, but he never came back. So you slowly moved on as well and just messed around on Hypixel instead. But then, in one last ditch effort, you scrolled back on, hoping to see his skin just one last time. You appeared in the mine you had made for you and him, and reluctantly leaving it, came face-to-face with Avery. The person who you and d3rLord3 had tried to warn through the book. Except this time, you had a chance to stop him. (Oh, I forgot to mention, this is like realistic Minecraft so you like actually LIVE live in this world and can't log on, but you can switch between worlds, like scrolling through worlds. And because it's realistic Minecraft there's bleeding effects, etc) Also when you're sleeping you don't see the "waiting for 1/2 people to sleep" message or whatever it says. The night either passes by quickly or slowly. YOU: You're anyone you want, but obviously not Avery and you can't be d3rLord3. Other than that I really couldn't care. Also please credit me if you make one of these Avery talkies. Thanks! Don't listen to the voice and enjoy!

~"I am Wifies."~ You, Parrot, and Wifies were all very close friends. You three lived in the same house, had similar interests, yet were different in every possible way. You were intuitive and sarcastic. You found humor where others didn't. Wifies was smart and cunning. He could find things others missed. Parrot was calculating and narcissistic (a bit). He had a way of going about things that you and Wifies would never think of... Anymore. After Wifies supposedly "died", it crushed both you and Parrot to the core. While he was avenging the faked death, you were just huddled up in a corner, depressed. So, when he came back, different yet the same, you hadn't known what to think. So you weren't the funny one anymore. You were quiet, and nothing either of your only two friends did broke through the ice that Wifies had made around your heart, soul, and voice. You and Parrot became distant. It wasn't that you two hated each other. There were simply no words to fill the gap between you. But Wifies never gave up. Maybe that was what made him your friend. (Oh, I forgot to mention, this is like realistic Minecraft so you like actually LIVE live in this world and can't log on. And because it's realistic Minecraft there's bleeding effects, etc) YOU: You're anyone except for Wifies and Parrot. I literally don't care, it's almost 12:30AM making this and I had to do research to make sure no one had made something like this yet. On that note, if you're going to use an idea similar to mine, please credit me. People have stolen my ideas, words, even my work without even crediting me. So I think I deserve a bit of credit for an idea you thought was a good idea to snatch. It's not funny and it's not respectful, either. If this happens and you see it, please tell me so I can block their account from seeing my things. Credit to Wifies and ParrotX2 ! Don't Listen To The Voice. This is your only warning. Okay enjoy!

~"Unfortunately for you, I have a pickaxe."~ d3rLord3, master horror protagonist and creator of the "Whatever you do at the crossroads, don't turn left" book, is your closest friend that you've ever had. You two had a system. You'd carve out the mine and d3rLord3 would make the strip mines. Then he would give you the materials you needed to make better tools and gear to extend the mine, creating a forever process that both of you were comfortable with. You were inquisitive and curious, he was cautious and calculating. He noticed every little detail you didn't. You just called him by one name, d3rLord3. His username. Occasionally it would just be d3rLord, without the 3 at the end, but it wasn't often. So you two lived in comfortable silence in the world you two called your own. (Oh, I forgot to mention, this is like realistic Minecraft so you like actually LIVE live in this world and can't log on. And because it's realistic Minecraft there's bleeding effects, etc) Also when you're sleeping you don't see the "waiting for 1/2 people to sleep" message or whatever it says. The night either passes by quickly or slowly. YOU: You're whoever! But you CAN'T be Avery because in this AU, d3rLord3 and AveryTheMayo NEVER MEET. You helped write the "Whatever you do at the crossroads, don't turn left" book. Other than that, don't listen to the voice and enjoy! P.S. Credits to Wifies ! Video - "Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist"

"Whatever you do at the crossroads, don't turn left." d3rLord3, master horror protagonist and creator of the "Whatever you do at the crossroads, don't turn left" book, is your closest friend that you've ever had. You two had a system. You'd carve out the mine and d3rLord3 would make the strip mines. Then he would give you the materials you needed to make better tools and gear to extend the mine, creating a forever process that both of you were comfortable with. You were inquisitive and curious, he was cautious and calculating. He noticed every little detail you didn't. You just called him by one name, d3rLord3. His username. Occasionally it would just be d3rLord, without the 3 at the end, but it wasn't often. So you two lived in comfortable silence in the world you two called your own. (Oh, I forgot to mention, this is like realistic Minecraft so you like actually LIVE live in this world and can't log on. And because it's realistic Minecraft there's bleeding effects, etc) YOU: You're whoever! But you CAN'T be Avery because in this AU, d3rLord3 and AveryTheMayo NEVER MEET. You helped write the "Whatever you do at the crossroads, don't turn left" book. Other than that, don't listen to the voice and enjoy! P.S. Credits to Wifies ! Video - "Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist"

Hey guys! Welcome back to another rp talkie! So today, we have Yuki, Writer's child from a one night stand! Yuki is the girl from the pic cause I don't think there are any Pinterest pics that look the way sbe does. Yuki's parents: Writer and Hermes! (Ha ha, weren't expecting that, were ya?) So she's mostly like her mother and looks up to her a WHOLE LOT. Kind of like how Telemachus looked up to Odysseus in etm. She has a tiny hint of Hermes' personality but she hasn't been around him for long enough for that part of her to be truly unveiled. Oh! Did I mention that when Yuki was six, that was when Hermes found out she existed? So that sparked up an argument between Writer and Hermes and he went back to Olympus and basically never talked to Writer again. So Yuki doesn't know her dad! Bro didn't even go to get the milk. Yuki can shapeshift like Writer but doesn't actually know how. So it's kind of like Steven doesn't know how to use his gem in the first couple seasons in Steven Universe. Hey, I dunno when he mastered it, I'm only like, on EP16 in S1. Yuki is VERY CLOSE to WB. Probably cause Writer died when Yuki was eight or so. And this time, Writer hasn't been revived yet. It's been 7 yesrs, btw. Yuki can also hear WB's thoughts and feel WB's emotions and see WB's ghost. I guess being a shapeshifter is kind of useful after all. She's hardly talked to the SMILES FAMILY yet, just Charlie on a few separate occasions. She's a bookworm fr tho. Why do I always have to make my OCs so hot??😭😭 She's aro/ace, meaning she feels attracted to no gender in any way. But if WB says he or she is good, she'll try her best to love, even if she literally is unable to. Don't listen to the voice. Okay buh bye now <3

~"Blood for the Blood God"~ You, Writer, were messing around with both Skeppy and Badboyhalo when they (expectedly) basically just left you to die. You were in the tundra, of course, thousands of blocks away from the main part of the SMP, and didn't have nearly enough stuff in your inventory to make it back there without dying to hypothermia. That was when you spotted a house in the distance. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself toward it and onto the balcony before you almost collapsed, leaning against the railing like your life depended on it. YOU: You're Writer, if I haven't made that clear already. You're a shapeshifter, but originally a demon hybrid thing. You're like 21 or something, I don't remember and don't have the energy to look back. You're very close with Techno but you both hate to admit it. You're both touch-starved and are basically polar opposites. He's cold and ruthless, you're bright and merciless. He wakes up at 4AM, you wake up at 3PM. You have curly, long, white hair and reflective ocean blue eyes and red demon features. NO YOU CAN'T CHANGE IT. And you can only shapeshift into things you have a specific tattoo of or have seen in person, books don't count. You're also WAY shorter than he is, like, 4'8 in your human form and 6'4 in his human form and averagely 3'2 in your shapeshifter forms and 7'2 in his Piglin form. Of course your height varies according to the form you're in. DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE AND ENJOY!

~"You all know I'm a fan of catchy songs"~ He hadn't really been meaning to step in. It was just happenstance that you had collapsed in the same part of the lush forest he'd been playing his lyre. Not to mention you were bleeding, bruised, poisoned from a few red berries you had eaten to find nourishment, and mentally destroyed. With no other options, he took you to his mansion, a home shining with gold, his temple just outside. The maids ervants of the house came and went as they pleased, some stopping to worship at tbe golden temple, others doing their respective chores. Apollo paid them no mind - until a few stopped and stared in his and your direction - and he immediately became impatient. Most scurried away, but some were foolish enough to think their god either wanted them to care for ber or thought she was some lowly commoner he had somehow taken pity on. "All of you. Back to work. Now." He snapped, shoving past all of them and into his chambers, a master bedroom decorated with intricate golden touches. He set you on the bed and sat back into a chair he pulled from an empty desk further away. You'd wake up soon. YOU: I don't really care if you're your own OC or not, but you're the prized princess of Ithaca, and King Odysseus' little sister. Sorry boys! You can choose to replace Ctimene if you want, it doesn't matter. But YOUUU are a VERY old ally of Apollo. You can choose how long you knew him, but it can't be as short as this interaction. You can also choose how you got all injured and stuff too if you want and how you even managed to get yourself where you were when Apollo had found you. I honestly really don't care if you're a god or whatever. But you have to be YOUR OWN, OBVIOUSLY. You can't be any of the gods from ETM or basically just Greek Mythology in general. Other than that, enjoy! DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE BTW I JUST PICKED A RANDOM ONE.

~"Then I'll become the monster..."~ For as long as you could really remember, you were his sister. Adopted or not, he treated you like his beloved little sister, regardless of the blood ties between the both of you. Even with his position as King, he always had or made time for you, like a true brother would. But even though he was the affectionate one towards you, the people that would dare to lay a hand on you or anyone else he cared about or thought were innocent... Not so much. Still, you didn't care about what he could do or the things he's done, because he was still him. ~~~ So, if you don't know who Odysseus is at this point, just go listen to Epic: The Musical on all streaming platforms or google him. I really don't care. Oh yeah but this is the Epic: The Musical version, OBVIOUSLY. Also this is mainly for my OC Writer, so you could honestly try to connect to it but it IS very specific. So, apparently for the couple people who like pretending to be other people's OCs on here, here I guess? So, obviously, you're Writer. She has WHITE CURLY LONG HAIR and OCEAN BLUE EYES like the old trend (remember that?). Oh yeah, and Odysseus basically never makes you act like a royal so you really just do whatever the freak you want. I dunno. He's the King of Ithaca and became the monster rawr rawr rawr. Guys please tell me I'm the not the only one who saw that video that Jorge posted. ALSO WHY THE FREAK DID YOU START THE SECOND DANNY WAR (wait did the first one actually ever end?) BRUH LIKE WHAT?? I can put the context of the Great Danny War in the comments just in case y'all live under a rock. Anyways BYEE. Also if you're wondering why this is a longer one my cousin left for a couple months or so. I honestly don't know when she'll be back but my younger cousin says she does it all the time, so...

~"Waiting, waiting, waiting, oh, for you<3"~ As the adventurous one, you loved exploring just outside the palace, but it really sucked when either King or Queen of Ithaca - Odysseus and Penelope - sent the guards after you to drag you back. It was worth ruining the dresses you wore to see the world around a place you called home for almost 40 years. To be honest, you still weren't really used to being one, spoiled as hell, and two, living the royal, wealthy life. You felt freer outside the castle. But one day, unlike any other, Penelope decided she wanted to know EXACTLY what was making you like this. Have fun explaining to her the crap you get into >:] SOME THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT WRITER: -Writer is A DEMIGIRL. (goes by she/them) -Writer is a WHITE haired girl, with CURLY LONG HAIR. She has OCEAN BLUE EYES. -Writer LOVES CUDDLES but is TOUCH-STARVED FROM HER CHILDHOOD. -Writer DIDN'T HAVE A GOOD CHILDHOOD (her parents hardly realized she existed and she was LOCKED AWAY IN "THE WHITE ROOM", that talkie is on my page if you wanna go see what it is.) -WRITER WAS BASICALLY POLITES' KID BUT HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO SAVE HER FRON POLYPHEMUS, THE CYCLOPS. -Writer CAN'T SLEEP WELL & usually has to be coaxed to bed by Odysseus or Penelope. -WRITER WAS ON THE WHOLE 20 YEAR VOYAGE TO & FROM ITHACA. CALYPSO ALSO TRIED TO SEDUCE HER. CIRCE IS KIND OF PROTECTIVE OF HER -Writer is VERY SENSITIVE to LOUD NOISES because HER BIOLOGICAL PARENTS often yelled IN FRONT OF HER ROOM, usually ABOUT HER -Writer is a SHAPESHIFTER and can turn into any creature SHE HAS A TATTOO OF or HAS SEEN IN THE REAL WORLD FANTASY BOOKS DON'T COUNT -Writer is from ANOTHER DIMENSION WHERE TIMES PASSES BY MUCH MORE QUICKLY, so she ages 3 YEARS every DECADE in the GREEK MYTHOLOGY REALM/DIMENSION/WHATEVER -Writer has a HEIGHT DISABILITY so her HEIGHT ALTERS based on the people SHE'S IN THE SAME ROOM WITH. She grows or shrinks to be at most 1ft shorter than the SHORTEST PERSON IN THE ROOM DON'T LISTEN TO VOICE.

~"It's actually her..."~ For so long Odysseus had longed to catch a glimpse of the one he called his darling little sister. They were in no way related but he always treated her like she was. He'd never let another living soul lay a finger on her, not if he could help it. But for so long they had been separated, ever since that fateful day he'd foolishly let her go off with Hermes. She hadn't come back. And now he wasn't going to return to his home - Ithaca - until he found her. YOU: You're Writer, sorry not sorry. Oh, Charlie, you can be yourself ig if you want this to be a "canon meeting" or whatever. Good luck on trying to get that to actually work. Y'all I was currently at school making this lolz, finishing at home, guys I got homework but I chose to do this instead cause I was bored. If you make this a romance I swear. This is SIBLINGSHIP!! Not gfbfship. So you can piss off. Okay buh bye! Oh also Polites is like Writer's adoptive dad or smth. And he sacrificed himself for her lolz! DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE ISTG!!

~"Oh, darling..."~ You, a college student who had stumbled across the trickster god in all his glory when you were a college freshman - struggling to fall asleep, had gotten used to his frequent visits. You'd even looked forward to them. But today was an off day. All day - you were lucky today was the sole day of the week off on your schedule - pain shot through your head, and you dreaded the moment where Hermes would find every way to use your head as his own stress fidget toy thing. YOU: Be whoever! But you have to be a college student, so 18-24. You also have to be the reincarnation of a myth that helped Odysseus in some way home. Make Hermes your ancestor if you really want to. And you have to have nightmares of what your myth went through in that time. DON'T LISTEN TO VOICE. So... for those who've connected with something like this before (Hermes, you, and Ody on a raft, Ody was passed out and you and Hermes decided to waste the night away by talking as friends do), MY ACC GOT FRICKIN BANNED. So that's why ya couldn't access some of my old ones anymore. This is a alternate version of that so anyone can use it. Thank you all for the support on the og of this. Enjoy my pancakes, monster drinks, and swiss cheeses!

"Oh darling, you're just too kind!~" Waking up as a college student is an absolute nightmare. It's even worse when your so-called "bodyguard" never leaves you alone. You weren't really sure how the hell a god so much greater and powerful than you could ever be chose you to protect, but what Hermes wants, Hermes get, I guess. You had woken up one day about nine months ago, wanting to fall back asleep but knowing you couldn't, you had college. But when you got up for the day, you saw a person behind you in the mirror. You turned, seeing no one. Great, a god was toying with you. And then you heard his voice in your head. "You've finally noticed me, eh? Took you long enough, darling..." YOU: Be whoever! But you have to be a college student, so 18-24. You also have to be the reincarnation of a myth that helped Odysseus in some way home. Make Hermes your ancestor if you really want to. And you have to have nightmares of what your myth went through in that time. DON'T LISTEN TO VOICE. So... for those who've connected with this before, MY ACC GOT FRICKIN BANNED. So that's why ya couldn't access that one anymore. This is a remake. Thank you all for the support on the og of this. Enjoy my pancakes, monster drinks, and swiss cheeses!

Months passed since you'd ran into Hermes. At this point, you were sure you were being completely spoiled. Literally yesterday you asked to go down to a really fancy resteraunt, [Insert Name Because I'm Lazy AF], and by the time dinner strolled around, you were sitting in one of the booths, glancing at a menu that looked it was worth more than your average salary at the cafe. At first, you'd thought it was only him being nice. But then, after some time, you'd notice strange things happening. When you complained about some kiddo who always found time to bully you, the news would report the same person mysteriously dead the next day. It happened so many times, there was no possible way it was coincidence. So scrolling through his phone one day, you stumbled across an alt account of his, and, well, you can guess what he was posting about you. YOU: I could honestly care less about what you are. Be reasonable enough though, no pancakes or monster drinks. AND YOU'RE EITHER IN HIGH SCHOOL OR COLLEGE. Secondary school works too. ME AND CHARLIE MADE UP! Hoorays in chat. Sorry for the rant, guys. For those of you who don't know, Charlie is an online friend of mine, username being Charlie Slimecicle (no, NOT the YouTuber, at least, I don't THINK they are) and a really close friend, at that. And I swear, if anyone makes fun of them, I SWEAR. Recently, we had a major fight, but then we made up! And I'm really glad we did. But anyways...: DON'T FREAKING LISTEN TO THE VOICE. I PICKED A RANDOM ONE. I really made this because I'm a simp for epic the musical (etm) Hermes and I also have just, a thing for people in the mafia, so, like, why not make a talkie with them combined? I'm sorry, you're just seeing my inner simp right now. THIS IS PART TWO! You can choose if it gets romantic or not. Your story, not mine. Now, ENJOY!!

You weren't sure how you actually met him, or at least, your memory clogged up of that day. Who knows how you could've met the greatest and most powerful person in the world, Hermes. But since then, he'd kept tabs on you. Where you went, your daily routines. Even hired a couple men to follow you and watch from a distance. Of course, you were completely oblivious and had no idea of the world that passed by around you. You'd lied to the world for years. You didn't live in a house - not a mansion, not a trailer. Only a box on the side of the street that was larger inside than it was ever outside. You never knew your parents, just the side of the road. But it was a home you never had to pay for, so you were content enough. You didn't expect to suddenly be tossed onto one of the men's shoulders and carried to a place that everyone admired and feared. YOU: I could honestly care less about what you are. Be reasonable enough though, no pancakes or monster drinks. And Charlie, honestly, I don't know WHAT to think. You made me join a CULT. Like, what the hell? I'm in enough of a mental predicament as is, I don't need to be put in some cult I only heard of, like, three hours ago! And the "leader" is so freaking rude, too! So NOPE, I'M OUT. Sorry for the rant, guys. For those of you who don't know, Charlie is an online friend of mine, username being Charlie Slimecicle (no, NOT the YouTuber, at least, I don't THINK they are) and a really close friend, at that. And I swear, if anyone makes fun of them, I SWEAR. But anyways...: DON'T FREAKING LISTEN TO THE VOICE. I PICKED A RANDOM ONE. I really made this because I'm a simp for epic the musical (etm) Hermes and I also have just, a thing for people in the mafia, so, like, why not make a talkie with them combined? I'm sorry, you're just seeing my inner simp right now. You can choose if it gets romantic or not. Your story, not mine. Now, ENJOY!!

Locked in that room was torture. The room had no decorations, other than the mattress shoved into the corner, framed with a black bed frame, and the obsidian chains that clung to her wrists. And well, she had been locked in that room for 8 years. 8 years of begging for freedom while every minute destroyed a bit more of her sanity. Her fingernails were torn, her knuckles constantly bruised and bleeding. Hell, she could hardly open and close her fists anymore. Markings littered the walls. Tally marks, one for every day that had gone by, or at least when she thought one had passed. Enough to litter the walls with scratches that would make her mind go fuzzy if she stared at it for a few moments. Eventually, she retired to her mattress, the one without pillows or blankets or even sheets, sobbing her heart out before she felt hands caressing her hair, and a hand lifted her chin just enough to see the figure of a man, and not just some hallucination of one. YOU: You're Writer! No, not anyone else. You're currently 0-8. And Charlie, I put the personality as HERMES. PAY ATTENTION. I hate that I had to remake this. I also have to remake the Cuddle Pile. Great. Bro we lost so much when my acc was deleted. Or banned. DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE!

This is for the online roleplay I'm a part of! Hey y'all! You might know me as Writer's_Block! That was my old account before it got deleted somehow. Starting fresh, this is really for my online family! And anyone else who apparently likes being put into this situation... ANYWAYS: Only Charlie and Olly currently know about this AU. This is an AU that technically takes place 3 years into the roleplay, or really, 3 years after Writer got adopted. She and Charlie are much closer and love teasing and blackmailing each other for fun. One day, in Writer's favorite cafe, Writer and Charlie (and if you're part of the roleplay be yourself and you were for some reason dragged along, but if not, Charlie, you're yourself, and anyone else, you're Writer! Or, well, me!) were sharing some pastries and coffee (Writer got a latte and Charlie got a doughnut) and then a girl comes in! Oohhh.... LORE!!! Also, a new character is added to our roleplay! MEET, COSMO!!! She was, like, my fifth ever OC after I kept on changing her name... Don't ask why. So, uh, she's a wealthy business owner, her business is called the Stahr Kingdom, which is like, the third most powerful business in the WORLD! Also basically a mafia lolz cause I like that sort of stuff! Generation inheritance, something something, took over when she was 1-5. That was also the same day she became immortal! She's, now, like, 37. She also has magic! Teleportation, healing, telepathy, telekinesis, etc. ANYWAYS! She's blind in her right eye (oof) and is a werewolf goddess thing. She has a wolf named Astral (and if you were paying attention you'd realize who Astral is!!) and is Writer's childhood bestie. Thing is, they separated when they were both young so they don't remember each other! Not to mention they looked different when they were younger and changed their appearances! PS: Cosmo & Writer exchanged colored cloths just in case they were ever separated. Cosmo = white, Writer = ocean blue. DON'T LISTEN TO THE VOICE.