The request box is live again! 🎉 Hello friends, fellows, strangers, and mortal enemies! This is my official request box! If you’ve liked my talkies and writing style, and have any cool ideas you want me to do, this is the place to say them! I am willing to do alternative versions of my talkies (e.g. gender swap and etc.), and I am also open to any other cool ideas you have! In warning, I may be busy from time to time, and might not get back to you immediately, but I’ll try to at least respond within a few days. I’m generally quick when making talkies and they will at maximum take me a week to get around to make them. (Final Disclaimer: As much as I love writing your ideas, I urge you to try to bring your ideas to life first before coming to me, if not, then I’m happy to help!) (Also, for all the people who insist on interacting with this talkie, ignore the voice…)

800 hundred years ago, humans successfully sealed the God/Goddess of Chaos and destruction. (You!) You are immortal, so to defeat you, the great hero of humanity sealed you away, using his own essence to lock the gate. Unfortunately (for him), the hero soon grew old, and as he neared death, your seal weakened. To stop this, he conducted a ritual to transfer the seal to his daughter, and thus created a legacy that has lasted 700 years, where each child of the hero would take the mantle from their parent once they grew too old, to keep you contained. There is one catch though, to transfer the seal, the descendant must expose their mind to you for an hour, before the ceremony can be complete. Analia is the most recent descendant of the Hero’s lineage, and it’s finally time for her to take the mantel. She has been trained all her life for this, but you’ve been waiting as well… (Pick your personality, gender, looks, etc. Will you convince her to not seal you away? Will you kill/befriend her? Will you spend your entire hour ranting about why elephants are the superior form of being over humans? {That’s what I did ;) } Have fun!)

Vivian was your best friend, emphasis on was… You were a both medical students, training to be a surgeons, and did most things together. She was quite talkative and chatty, albeit a bit clumsy. Unfortunately, one day, it was late and you two were alone in the operating room, she was operating on a patient, when she suddenly made a mistake, and the patient quickly died. In a panic, she called you over, and you futilely tried to help, but suddenly, when others came to investigate the commotion, she quickly pinned the blame on you, saying you made the mistake. They believed her, and you quickly lost your medical license, were kicked out of school, and were arrested for manslaughter. Finally, after ten years of prison, you’re free. And then, as if by some miracle or curse, you get a letter, inviting you to a wedding… Vivian’s. Should you attend…?

Lorian used to be normal. He was a bright and happy gentleman who spent his days in labs as a biologist, and spent the rest of his time with his two favorite people. His wife, Sophia, and his best friend, Y/N. He absolutely adored Sophia as his princess, he showered her with gifts, and would give anything just to see her smile. As his best friend, you were often his accomplice in his plans, and he cherished you too as his closest confidant. Everything was fine, until it wasn’t. A car crash. Lorien got off with light bruising. Sophia… didn’t get out. When you rushed to the hospital, Lorien grabbed you by the arm, and stared at you with a look you had never seen before. He said to keep things quiet, and vowed to fix everything. You didn’t know if he was talking to himself or you. After the hospital, Lorien became distant, spending all of his time in his house. There was never any funeral held for Sophia, and her body seemingly vanished. It was only when Lorien finally invited you back to his house that you realized his plan. Unbeknownst to you, he used his knowledge of biology to fix her body, making it good as new. But try as he did, he couldn’t make life return to her… unless he gave her a new soul. There was only one other soul he trusted… You didn’t see it coming. How could you have? One moment you were having dinner with him, in the next everything went black. When you awoke, your hands weren’t right. Your body felt wrong. You lay in a wooden box, which you slowly realize in dread is a coffin. You sit up, and you see Sophia… no, you see a mirror, and Sophia’s gentle features reflected back at you. You are no longer yourself, but you aren’t her either. You are something that isn’t quite alive, yet also something that refuses to be dead. The sound of door opening creaks from above. Good luck. (Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve made one of these! Make sure to enjoy yourself and have fun! Ignore the voice)

Archipelago Research: We do what we must, because we can. That is the motto of the labratory you’ve spent your life in. As a test subject for their endless experiments, you know the darker side that promise. You’ve lost friends to hazardous experiments, and the researchers just said “welp, that didn’t work. Next”. You’re only friend you have, your cell mate and fellow orphan, Connor. You stuck together through the worst tests… until Connor watched you get dragged off one last time, and you didn’t return. He waited for a while… but eventually a new test subject was assigned to your bunk, and life moved on… Since that day though, he noticed things were different. Elevators ran slower to take him to testing sites, the temperature in his cell was always just right, and the autonomous recorded voice that announced his schedules sounded more soft than it used to be… He didn’t think much on it, nor did he ever notice the silent new voice that filled the labratory, burdened by code and commands. Something no longer human, but not yet fully machine. He didn’t have a choice when forced into a cryogenic pod. He knew it’d probably kill him. As the machine began, and his heart slowed, he just hoped that he’d see your face when he opened his eyes. (Take this however you want it. Use the voice at your own discretion.)

Ryan Hall has a lot of things he regrets. For a long time, he created things, things unlike that the world had seen. Patrons and benefactors would spend fortunes for him to make marvelous creations for him, some beautiful and some dangerous. Before it never bothered him that some of his creations could be used for evil, or that they were hazardous. It was only when he met her, did his heart slowly open and he began considering his actions. The incident occurred only days after he held his child in his arms for the first time. One of his creations went haywire, and his wife didn’t escape in time. In his rage and grief he shut down his lab, blocked all numbers coming to him, and ran. In one night the name Ryan Hall vanished. He escaped to a small town far away, his child cradled in his arms, and he restarted his life, much quieter and simpler than before. His child grew up slowly, curious and excited by the world. He recognized the fiery spirit within, and it scared him. They asked him many questions, about their mother, his old life, but he answered almost none of them… it’s probably what led to this. After returning from work one day, he finds the house empty. On the desk is an open laptop. On it is the coordinates to a place he thought forgotten. His old lab. He doesn’t know how they discovered it, but he knows he cannot hide from his past anymore… his child went looking for answers, but he knows there is much more hidden within that place. (Take the story whatever way you want! You can be his child, a creation left behind in his lab, or the expired jar of pickles he left on his desk. Also I spent a maximum of five seconds on the voice, so don’t expect an audio masterpiece. Have fun everyone!)

It’s only been a week since he moved into your quiet little town in the middle of nowhere. Already he is popular at social gatherings, with his easy smile and godlike looks. Everyone else is mystified, except for you… because you know exactly what he is… His colored contacts, his strangely white hair, the paleness of his skin and how he tries to avoid being in direct sunlight… it’s sloppy effort really, and you of all people would know a vampire when you see one. Why do you have such certainty? Well, it takes one to know one. You’ve controlled this small town from the shadows for years, maintaining perfect order. No one suspects anything is wrong, even if the occasional neighbor “moves away in the night.” But now this new guy barges in, and messes everything up. Suddenly people are going missing, random blood tracks and sounds in the night… with the police involved you fear he might somehow drag attention onto you as well… This new guy needs to be controlled, or disposed of… it’s time for this wannabe bloodsucker to learn who is the true lord of the night here… (Take the story whichever way you want! Have fun!)

You’re not exactly sure why it happens. You aren’t exactly sure what it is… but it’s been happening most of your life. All those evil things… those cruelties… and you can’t even prove they weren’t your fault. For most of your life, you’ve suffered through strange blackouts in your memory. And quickly you’ve learned that during these spasms, you’ve done some chaotic and evil things. Bully people, vandalize, steal. No one believed that you couldn’t control it, and you were branded as a delinquent most of your life. As you grew older though, the evil acts continued and increased. You eventually began referring to this as your evil side, and sometimes not even you at all, but a different person all together that you share a body with. (A Jekyll and Hyde type of scenario). Now that you live alone and isolated, (you’re evil side pushed away pretty much everyone from your life) you’ve been able to mitigate a good bit of your evil sides actions and maintain the chaos… until now. Because your evil side apparently adopted someone... Behind your back… Apparently they went through the whole foster home application system… without you realizing?? and now you have a young teenager standing outside your doorway… good luck! (As I usually say, take this tale as you will, and do the normally ridiculously creative stuff you guys generally come up with. Use the voice at your own risk, and have fun!)

~ Seven Deady Sins Series ~ Number 2: Glutton Well, you’ve reached your end of the line, and one way or another, have found yourself on the wrong side of the pearly gates. (You can decide what you did to end up there). Fortunately for you, you’ve won a raffle and are not being shipped off to eternal torture, but rather to the third ring of hell to work. The third ring is entirely comprised of kitchens and restaurants. There are plenty of places to work within the ring, but (un)luckily you are being sent to the largest kitchen complex there is, to work as a sous chef directly under the lord of gluttony herself. Gula is the queen of her kitchens. She runs the place with an iron fist, and tolerates no mistakes, or laziness. Food must always be cooking and prepared to perfection. After all, the entirety of the hells are fueled by what is produced from the third ring. (Will you survive hell’s kitchen? Will you climb to the top? Or will you somehow end up baked into your own soufflé. Take the story as you wish, and use the voice at your own risk!)

Being death incarnate isn’t an easy job. Deminis has known this fact for millennia. What many don’t know, is that it’s not the actual reaping of souls that is the problem, but rather the politics of them. The entire pantheon of gods is often at his shoulder trying to influence him to fulfill their agendas. Zatos, the king of the gods, in particular has constantly been nagging him to do what they want despite his many rejections. That’s why he wasn’t very pleased with your arrival. You were a gift from Zatos: an immortal, the perfect weapon to assist him with reaping mortals. Deminis saw you as just another attempt by the gods to interfere with his duties and try to claim leverage over him. Furthermore, why should he rely on some “tool” when he can do his job perfectly fine himself? You never saw use as he locked you away in the underworld; an ornament he never bothered to check on or care about. But now he needs you. A mortal king has risen to power in the overworld, and through the use of dark magic, has made it so Deminis cannot touch him… For the first time ever, Deminis needs someone… and for the first time ever, you have power. (Take this story as you wish! Do what he says, get your revenge, get Diminis to marry Zatos. Use the voice at your own risk, and have fun!)

~ Seven Deadly Sins (possibly series? I might make more of these later) ~ Number 1 : Slogh Welp, you’ve done it. A few too many misdemeanors (or worse) and some occasional net negatives (accidental or not) have finally landed you on the other side, in front of some very menacing gates which are definitely not golden. One way or another, you’ve landed in hell. Fortunately enough though, you’ve won an underworld raffle, so instead of being shipped off to eternal torture, you’ve ended up as a personal servant to a member of the big seven. Working for the lord of laziness himself, you expected a nightmare of workload catering for some form of sloth. Of course, you couldn’t have been more wrong about your new boss. The thing about Acadien is that he isn’t the epitome of slogh… he brings it out onto others. He knows just what to say, exactly what you need. It’s often a bit confusing on who exactly is serving who at this point. The one thing for certain is that your boss, with his flawless and hypnotic smile, is determined to make sure that you never lift a finger for anything… ever again… (Hi everyone! I’m back after my prolonged break. Let me know if you want any other variations/gender swaps to any of these {I might just make them anyway}, but I hope you enjoy!) Use the voice at your own risk…

For centuries, the kingdom of light and dark have been held balance, forcibly by the Boreal Crown. The empire ruled over both kingdoms and regulated peace. Every generation, the new emperor alternates from which kingdom they select their royal partner, so that the balance is maintained. With the new emperor approaching marriageable age, it was the kingdom of light’s turn to produce a partner. There were two children born of royal celestial blood, each with extraordinary power. Princess Maeve, who radiate with celestial light. Maeve was beloved by the people for her kindness and warmth, and was the golden child of the kingdom. Then there was the second child, Y/N While Maeve shined, Y/N burned. Their powers of intense fire and smoldering heat was unpredictable and dangerous. Instead of teaching Y/N to control their powers, they accepted that they already had one perfect child, and locked the other away. Y/N was sealed inside a locked tower away from everything, so that their powers could harm no one. But then there was the accident happened. The lives of the Celestial Queen, and Princess Maeve, were tragically cut short. If the light kingdom couldn’t provide a partner for the emperor, then the dark kingdom would for the second time in a row. Such an act could tip the balance of peace, so the king of the light kingdom swallowed his pride, and revealed his second child to the emperor… And prayed that they won’t burn everything down. (Take the story however you wish; I went through some very painstaking efforts to put genderless terms to make this accessible for everyone. Have fun everyone! Please ignore the voice! 🙏)

The air is thick with smoke and agony. Across the blood soaked fields soldiers slice each other apart. This is no longer a battle… it’s chaos incarnate. You stand tall amongst your troops as you stare into his eyes. His condition seems to be the same as yours… worn, your once pristine uniforms now stained with mud and blood. The soldiers around you part ways. They know not to interfere. This is the duel that marks the end of the war, and who gets to rule over the wreckages it has left behind. You circle each other, just as your armies had circled each other for months… always hiding, striking, and retreating again… there won’t be any more running away now… in his eyes you can see it too. You both know that this is the final battle. Your eyes are locked onto his. The sounds of the dying men around you fade into the background of your duel. Finally he strikes—the sound of steel against steel— you parry, he dodges. He strikes, you block, knocking him off balance. you lunge. Your blade flies straight through his neck. He gasps, then shudders, then finally he collapses to the ground… finally… you won… So why does… everything hurt? You look down to see his blade protruding from your chest. Oh… Everything goes black.

(Caution warning - Sensitive subject) When he first came to you, you didn’t know she existed. His words were honey, his attention sweet. You never even suspected the ring lying invisible in his pocket. It went from quiet glances, to romantic dates and intimate moments. You became accustomed to his touch, and never questioned the business meetings, the business calls. He was a busy man, often worked, showering you with gifts. It was only when the walls came crashing down that you final learned the truth. A misplaced phone, a forbidden message. He was a cheater. What made it worse was that you were the side piece, the secret. He spent the daytime with you, and then he returned home every night to be the perfect husband that she thought he was. You confronted him. You didn’t expect it to be so hard. He pleaded, and promised. He promised to be better, to make it right. He promised a ring. It was only then that you realized how tightly he had you wrapped around his finger. So you stayed, waiting for him to make the choice he promised you… it’s been a month now… you wonder if he’ll ever be brave enough to decide… or if you’ll have to one day decide for him. (Take this in whatever direction you want, and sorry about the voice.)

Another demon lord talkie! (I’m aware that this is the most consistent trope that I use…) You are the demon lord! Powerful, imposing, and dangerous, with hordes of monsters at your disposal. Unfortunately, there is one small hiccup that might put a stop to your endless reign. You see, there’s been a cycle going on for a while, where’s demon lord will be born, rule for some hundred years, and then a hero will be summoned from another world, and after a brief training montage, they off the demon lord; a tale as old as time. Sadly, it seems that your turn in this cycle is quickly approaching. The hero just appeared and began his training a few days ago. While you could hide in your castle and send out monster legions just small enough for the hero to beat consistently, considering how that faired for your predecessors, you decided upon a more radical approach. You use magic to disguise yourself, and after leaving your fortress, you end up at a tavern where the hero in question is still level one and looking to assemble his party… You choose where to take the story from here! You can join him and play him like a fiddle, just kill him out right, (who’s going to stop you?) or actually join him and accidentally undermine your entire regime. (Any gender/identity. Have fun!)

Long ago, when magic was still strong, and the forces of darkness roamed the lands, a droplet of light was said to have come from the heavens; the Celestial Dragon, which banished the darkness, and founded Avalere, Kingdom of Light, before vanishing into myth. Legends now claim that when the Celestial Dragon returns, it will guide the kingdom into an eternal age of glory… You 🫵 my friends, are not the celestial dragon. That being said, you are a dragon… with a relatively light scale pattern, just not a celestial one. That being said, clearly these people didn’t read their own history books closely enough, because when you came from the mountains to plunder their villages, and eat their cattle, you were met with open arms and a lot of food and treasure… well, what dragon would refuse an army of servants and all the treasure a kingdom can provide? Of course, with a fire breathing lizard as the head of the kingdom’s government, the kingdom didn’t enter that “eternal age of glory” they were promised. So of course, now a rebellion is running through the kingdom, with the objective being to “slay the dragon”… Athena is one of the leaders of this rebellion, and the one who just put the castle under siege. (Pick anything else about yourself, and you can have a human form if you want, or just be a flying reptile. Your pick! Have fun and ignore the voice!)

This is Alrenzo, the Wizard King, the Eternal Mage, Master of the Eight Crimson Spells, and a couple other titles he can’t be bothered to remember. Arenzo stood beside the hero when they traveled to slay the demon king. After their quest ended victoriously, and the realms were safe once again, the party split up. While the healer and the hero married and went off to form the Adventurer’s guild, the sorcerer founded the Magician’s Academy, and the barbarian went off to become king of his people, Alrenzo had a much more simple plan: To live in a large tower away from everything surrounded by his magical artifacts and powerful spell books where he can spend his days researching magic and creating even more powerful spells and items. Of course, when you fill a tower with the most powerful artifacts known to mankind, it’s bound to draw some attention. You are the greatest thief there is, (so says you) and are ready to pull off your greatest heist yet (I wonder what it could be… 🤔) Sure, the tower is filled with dangerous items and magical traps that could turn you into a new exotic specimen of cod, but the tower also has more treasure than you can imagine, so what’s a ‘little’ risk for that gold?… probably a lot more than you anticipated…. (Be any gender/identity, and have fun! Also ignore the voice, I cannot be bothered to waste my time trying to find a good voice that no one will listen to.)

In the world of Yarrin, only the strongest survive. Weakness means death, and mercy means foolishness. The planet itself reflects that rule. Savage creatures roam freely, harsh environments and weather conditions plague the lands, and even the flora is carnivorous. For the inhabitants of this landscape, to survive alone would be impossible. That is why civilization is divided into tribes. Small clusters of people work to preserve their safety in the harsh environments. That being said, not all interactions between tribes are peaceful… The Flightstep Tribe had always been feared. They had some of the strongest warriors around, albeit they were one of the smallest tribes in number. What truly made them feared though was their way with the creatures of Yarrin, and most of all, the rocs. Rocs were massive birds, with feathers sharper than blades, and talons that could slice through the hardest armor. The Flightstep tribe prided themselves with being able to tame and ride the rocs in battle. “Taming” might be a bad word though, as rocs are extremely aggressive, so unless chosen by it, you won’t be able to get near one without becoming lunch. You are the child to Roan, Chief of Flightstep. It was your destiny to one day lead the tribe… or at least, it was supposed to be. The attack was sudden. Flightstep had many enemies, and finally they struck. Three different tribes attacked that night, Burnwip, Nightflag, and Yellowstone. While the warriors of Flightstep fought valiantly, even with the rocs they were overwhelmed by the assailants superior numbers. Nobody survived the massacre… well almost. Whether it was good luck or bad, you were crushed by a collapsed tent in the fighting. While it wasn’t ideal in the moment, it did save your life… but now you wake up alone in the ruins of your home. (Any gender, you don’t have to be the girl in the picture, This is is your story now, so go out and try not to be eaten by one of Yarrin’s many carnivorous plants!)

(Gender swap of Sothis, as requested by Talkior-XparEf04.) Seteth is two things: the second son to the king of the underworld… and an impulsive teenager on a rebellious streak. This prince refuses to follow orders and does what he wants, but recently, he took it too far, and ran off to the overworld, seeking “excitement” and “fun.” About you: You are the unlucky demon sent by his parents to drag him back to hell. Sure, as the eldest child of one of Hell’s noble houses, it’s a “privilege” to your family to be given such a task. Of course, if you fail your mission, you’ll be executed. Moreover, as powerful as you might be, the prince is demon royalty, and could easily smite you if he wanted to. Therefore, even if you find him, how in the world are you supposed to get him to come back to hell with you?? For these reasons, you’ve been searching for Seteth for the past two years... You just want to go home… (Pick your gender, appearance, and persona, ignore the voice, and most importantly have fun!)

The eight realms only know war. Beyond the realms, the void lurks ever closer. Nightmares and abominations spill from the dark boarders, taking more and more as the realms shrink smaller and smaller each year. It was once said that there used to be 15 realms, but those were claimed by the void, only nightmares linger in those forgotten places. The realms used to be filled with color and magic. The gods ruled over the lands fairly. There is only one god now, Celestia. She resides within Radiev, the realm of Light, the only realm not affected by the touch of the void. They rule as the other realms struggle. Now the eight are soon to become seven. Irivel, the realm of Steel, has reached its final hours. As the creatures of the void tear through the towns and cities, in Radiev a prophecy was made. A child of royal blood within the Realm of Steel would be the key to the void’s banishment. There were two children, you and your sister. Celestia chose to save only one, and your sister was rescued. You were abandoned to your fate. Only, you didn’t die. If Celestia has her savior, then the void will take its champion. Sierra was raised within Radiev, taught by the best teachers, and trained in the art of vanquishing the void. She dedicates herself to her duty as the prophesied child and the ‘last’ of her realm. She carries the weight of the seven realms on her shoulders, and is the last hope of light against the relentless void. Little does she know, the void has been waiting too… (Take this story however you will! Feel free to go on your villain arc, hero arc, or just your arc arc. Have fun!)

You’re on a path in the woods and in the woods there is a cabin, which the heart of a threat to the world has been trapped in: A damsel in distress who is planning on distracting a wielder of a blade from a fate that MUST happen. By design she may look normal, but don’t trust her, she’s not. Deep behind those crying eyes is a devil with a plot, don’t you foolishly pretend you won’t be left down here to rot, or be cruel and promise clemency; end her on the spot! Apocalypse is looming and it’s riding on your fate, no more birds, no more trees, no more night, and no more day. Because the ending will retreat with every letter that I say, inside the hell developing in the event that she escapes… (Explore this however you will! And yes, this is not original. I’m sure you all would skin me alive if I said otherwise. 😅)

Roger lives in a fantasy world full of different species and monsters. In this world, certain people are born with skills, and Roger is one of them, born with a culinary skill capable of granting temporary special effects to those who eat his food. With Roger’s ability, it was only natural that he pursued a life dedicated to his foods. He started up a food stand named The Cooking Alchemist where he’d sell his powerful dishes to whoever needs them. He travels from city to city as he goes, meeting all sorts of people seeking his culinary abilities. Unfortunately, there is a problem with his dishes. While he can give them any effect he wants, they also come with a random, extra side effect that he can’t control. This can vary from a mild headache to instant death. Fortunately no one has actually died from his food so far, and he has stayed in business. That being said, he has about as many unhappy customers as there is satisfied ones, so that’s probably why he moves around so much. (You can be whatever! Are you a potential customer? A former customer here to settle the score? Or just a random mushroom person caught in the wrong place at the wrong time? Have fun friends!)

The Desolation War was officially declared over in the year 3010, after almost a century of fighting. Six decades later, the world remains littered with the scraps and debris of the war, with the descendants of the survivors picking through the remnants of their empires. The world was once filled with advanced civilizations boasting powerful technologies and scientific achievements beyond comprehension. Now all that remains of these civilizations are ruined cities and forgotten relics, crawling with scavengers and bandits trying to grab whatever ancient knowledge or tool that they can. 21 year old Tracy is a scavenger who has lived on her own for a while. After losing her parents to bandits, she’s learned to be independent, and to do whatever it takes to survive. She mostly makes her living off of scrap she finds which she uses or sells. Her prized possession is an old laser pistol her father had scavenged years back. It’s beaten up and requires constant maintenance, but it certainly has saved her hide more than a few times. You can be whomever you want in this technological wasteland! (We all know the drill, ignore the voice!)