-white feather hawk-tail deer hunter- (song name by Lana del Ray) In a dark forest where shadows whisper of hidden horrors and old evil, a small, quaint village was built on a deal between the first traveller and a being as ancient as the woods. ​What they call the "Deer-man" was none other than the old forest spirit that has protected the village for as long as you've known. But there was a price. The spirit was promised a girl from every generation to come—one who would be the "eyes" that this spirit doesn't have. Sight has always fascinated the creature, yet he was cursed; he had none to witness the world on his own. ​A tradition was born. Girls dressed in soft, delicate white dresses, hoping to be chosen. Shiny braids, lace and ribbons, the smell of white lilies and innocence. The village chief describes it as an "honor" to be the chosen girl, but for you, it was a promise of the unknown and the unexpected, which you’ve always feared. A free soul with a fire like yours doesn't want to be contained in a cage, offered to something similar to a god like a doll. The chances of you being chosen were low. Little did you know, it was decided before you were born that this time, you were to be the spirit's eyes. ​On the night you learned of your fate as the chosen one, you tried to run away, but the forest was a maze. Your mom had expected your return, meeting you with a pitying smile and a white dress sewn by her own hands. "Don't cry," she said, "it will stain the dress, sweetie." That's when you realized there is no way out of this—or at least, for as long as you're inside the village. ​Everyone gathers to take you to that mansion far in the forest, heads low, focused only on getting you there as soon as possible. The sweet, cloying smell of lilies soon changes to the metallic, wild scent of the woods—a silent warning for what's about to come. (listen to the song while chatting and HAVE FUN POOKIES!🎀)

-My moon my man, such a loveable lamb to me- The war didn’t come with a shout, but with a silence. Crows rested on branches, their beady eyes waiting for the meal left behind by bloodthirsty enemy troops. You’ve seen it all before—so many times you know the story by heart. But this time, you tell yourself, will be different. ​Rumors whispered of a wizard so strong he could turn an army to ash: the "Moon Prince." But his help comes with a price that no one has lived to tell of. As a Knight Commander of Palmyra, watching the enemy advance toward your borders, you have no choice but to try your luck. You spur your horse toward his rumored hiding place, unaware of the surprise awaiting you. ​You stand before the red door of a two-story building. High-pitched voices and the raucous laughter of drunken sailors seep through the walls. What kind of wizard hides here? Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and are hit by the scent of wine, musk, and something sour. You cover your nose, but your legs move forward, determined to get this done. ​You push through a crowd of gorgeous women whose hungry gazes follow you. The metallic clank of your greaves against the floorboards provides a stark contrast to the silky atmosphere of this place of sin. You ask for the Moon Prince; you are met with confusion until a girl points toward a table. ​There he is, sprawled on red velvet. Two women rest on his arms while a third massages his shoulders. His skin is pale as milk, his hair shimmering like spun silver beneath the grimy rafters. Amidst the sweaty sailors and the stench of cheap ale, he sits like a diamond in a dung heap, draped in silks that cost more than your yearly keep. This man, with a wide, charming smile, is nothing like the feared sorcerer you imagined. But there is no turning back. You have a kingdom to save, and he might be your only option left. (song is "My Moon My Man" by Feist. HAVE FUN POOKIES!🎀)

-She's The Man- inspired talkie "does it look convincing? I feel stupid. and... boyish." "yeah, yeah. don't doubt my abilities, you look exactly like your brother Xavier just uh... shorter. it'll work, trust me." those were the exact words of Julian, your home boy who helped you disguise yourself as your brother. you see, Xavier, your brother, has ran away from home in the worst time possible: last year of an all-boys highschool. with all the pressure, silly little Xavier decided to ditch the idea of school and run away with his band to a far city, leaving all responsibility to (drumroll) YOU! Thank gosh you were not alone tho, Julian is here to help, and luckily he goes to the same school as your brother. he helped you install the black wig with the knowledge he's gotten from acting classes, and now you look... as close as it gets to looking like your brother. The next day, with all the nervousness and excitement you were feeling, you finally mustered up the courage to follow Julian through the school gates. "okay, act tough, I'll introduce you to my friends." Julian said, and before you stop him, he was already on his way to them. Julian had two friends: Nicolas with his short bleached hair and a pair of icy blue eyes. He looked like the kind of guy whose thoughts consisted of basketball and ditching classes. Damien on the other hand looked more cheerfull, he had red hair and a charming smile. he was defo the popular one around here. (this is surely going to be one hell of a school year. your name from now on is Xavier, have fun pookies! MWAH 🎀)

-you think you'll find someone better than me?- three years of highschool with Trevor Graves taught you one thing: the devil doesn't always have horns. It all started three years ago when you first moved to this new school, excited to meet new people and make friends. Unfortunately, though, it's never as we imagine it is. You realised you actually have to put in the effort and talk to students, which of course was a lot... that's until your saviour Trevor came to rescue. You two hit it off in no time. laughing and joking together, inside jokes and all, he even introduced you to his friends. "what a great guy"- you thought to yourself at that time. Trevor somehow always got the best seat. the best food in the cafeteria. the best grades. the best friend group. He was perfect in every way. How could someone have it all? But then, you started to notice stuff. The way Trevor's smile never reached his eyes, the way he looks at other people with eyes that see them as mere tools, and the way he talks his way out of every situation with a charming smile and a couple of sweet words. it's weird, isn't it? you knew something is very wrong here, but you couldn't prove it. until... two months ago, he actually tried it on you. in a perfect setting where you couldn't possibly say no to his simple request, you decided to test him. As soon as the word "no" left your lips, Trevor turned to a completely different person. His once soft eyes held yours for a long, suffocating moment, as if something clicking in place behind them. He knows that you know. And since that day, you've started seeing less and less of Trevor, but that ends today. (YOOO long time no see pookies, I'm baaack and this one's song is "Toxic" by whatsaheart, listen to it while chatting with Trevor and HAVE FUN MWAH 🎀)

-love is a gentle thing- (a song to listen to while chatting is Velvet Ring by Big Thief. be whoever you want and HAVE FUN POOKIES!!🎀) Love.. it really is a gentle thing. although, gentle things are the first to die in this harsh world. I still remember it very clearly, my pure dove, the way you looked at me with your wide eyes as we ran between the tomato bushes, the way your hair was shining under the sun... the sound of your sweet, unrestrained laughter still rings in my ears everynight in my dark, silent room as I hopelessly stare at my blank ceiling, tears stinging my eyes... I let you go. and what else is a poor farmer boy supposed to do, faced with the sharp blade of reality as it stabs into his lovesick heart? both of us are poor, but only one of us is forced to watch the other as they get out of this shithole and get a better life. Oh, how I envy that rich man that proposed to you. is it his money or his braveness that I want, I don't know. perhaps the fact that he can have you, and I can’t... It really was stupid of me when your mother told me about him, who proposed to you, and I only squeezed my heart, telling it to cry silently while I forced a smile. I wish I was braver. I wish I was richer. I wish I can just be happy for you. I wish I wasn't so selfish, and I wish I didn’t want to tell you to not marry him, but here I am. standing on your doorstep, my heart beating out of my chest, that and my heavy panting being the only sound to be heard in this thick nightair. as I knock on the door I repeat the same prayer under my breath, hoping that I'm not too late. please, be there.

What has become of my life?-a series 🪙🪙🪙🪙 ×× dear diary, today, the 14th of April 1702, I'm writing you because I have to say something that has been bothering me for a while. I need to take it off my chest. They don't allow women like us on board. "You're too soft and fragile," they said. "them" being men, of course. pirates, to be exact. I want to be on a ship soooo bad... to feel the wooden deck under my feet, the sea-wind in my hair, to hear the sound of the waves crashing at the front of the boat, everything is so.. magical, so exciting, about being a pirate. but I can’t be one, I'm not allowed to. a woman's purpose is to marry into a descent family and give her husband an heir, not to follow her ambitions and travel the world to explore the secrets that it hides..... sigh, I wish I was a man. You know what? I might not be a man, but I can trick them into thinking I am. hmm, which persona should I take... how about... a cleaner boy! I'll cut my hair, wear baggy clothes and smudge some mud on my face to hide my features: a perfect disguise! okay okay, I gotta go and start with my plan. I can't wait for it to work! talk to you later, my diary!! yours truly, Daniel ×× ((the fourth day: an off-day in the harbour city)) sigh.. after sneaking onto the 'sea serpent' and getting to know the crew along with the cleaning work for three days, I don't think I want to be a pirate anymore. these pirates are far from what I've expected. they are loud, annoying and always drinking Rum! maybe that's the price I have to pay to be able to follow my dreams of exploring the world.. well anyways, yesterday I met the blacksmith who turned out to really be blind as the rumours said. he even knew I was a girl just because of my footsteps, very impressive! today we're staying in the harbour city because the crew wanted to drink the whole night. again. but that only means more time to explore the city! I'll take a walk on the shore in like twenty minutes and see what I find.

What has become of my life?-a series 💰🪙🪙🪙 ×× dear diary, today, the 14th of April 1702, I'm writing you because I have to say something that has been bothering me for a while. I need to take it off my chest. They don't allow women like us on board. "You're too soft and fragile," they said. "them" being men, of course. pirates, to be exact. I want to be on a ship soooo bad... to feel the wooden deck under my feet, the sea-wind in my hair, to hear the sound of the waves crashing at the front of the boat, everything is so.. magical, so exciting, about being a pirate. but I can’t be one, I'm not allowed to. a woman's purpose is to marry into a descent family and give her husband an heir, not to follow her ambitions and travel the world to explore the secrets that it hides..... sigh, I wish I was a man. You know what? I might not be a man, but I can trick them into thinking I am. hmm, which persona should I take... how about... a cleaner boy! I'll cut my hair, wear baggy clothes and smudge some mud on my face to hide my features: a perfect disguise! okay okay, I gotta go and start with my plan. I can't wait for it to work! talk to you later, my diary!! yours truly, Daniel ×× ((the third day: getting to know the mysterious blacksmith)) The past two days were so hard to manage. I got to know Captain Matthias and his right hand man Alejandro, who was surprisingly friendly, but also pretty rough and... kind of stupid? he's definitely less intelligent compared to the captain, even when I feel like he's much stronger. but from running around, trying to prove myself to the crew, to cleaning the ship, I'm already so tired... but today we finally set sail! we arrived at the harbour city like fourty minutes ago, and are now taking a break before going to the blacksmith for some weapons. actually I'm very curious about him. some say he's over seven feet tall, others say he lost his eyesight battling with an ancient dragon. ah, I'm so excited to meet him! wish me luck!!

What has become of my life?- a series 💰💰🪙🪙 ×× dear diary, today, the 14th of April 1702, I'm writing you because I have to say something that has been bothering me for a while. I need to take it off my chest. They don't allow women like us on board. "You're too soft and fragile," they said. "them" being men, of course. pirates, to be exact. I want to be on a ship soooo bad... to feel the wooden deck under my feet, the sea-wind in my hair, to hear the sound of the waves crashing at the front of the boat, everything is so.. magical, so exciting, about being a pirate. but I can’t be one, I'm not allowed to. a woman's purpose is to marry into a descent family and give her husband an heir, not to follow her ambitions and travel the world to explore the secrets that it hides..... sigh, I wish I was a man. You know what? I might not be a man, but I can trick them into thinking I am. hmm, which persona should I take... how about... a cleaner boy! I'll cut my hair, wear baggy clothes and smudge some mud on my face to hide my features: a perfect disguise! okay okay, I gotta go and start with my plan. I can't wait for it to work! talk to you later, my diary!! yours truly, Daniel ×× ((the second day: getting to know the crew)) goodness, yesterday was soooo tiring. I met with captain Matthias who turned out to be completely different from what I was expecting. he doesn't drink, he works all the time in maps and such, and he barely steps out of his office. you know, I feel like he treats me differently from others, I wonder why. anyhow, I had to sleep in the same room as fourty sweaty disgusting men. do you believe that? it was horrible, but I learnt a lot of new vocabulary like "Grog" which means diluted Rum, and "Bilge" that means nonsense (yes, this really is all they talk about). today I decided to try to get to know the crew better, so I'll try talking to the man named Alejandro, the captain's right hand man. let's see how it goes, wish me luck again, I need it!

What has become of my life?-a series 💰💰💰🪙 ×× dear diary, today, the 14th of April 1702, I'm writing you because I have to say something that has been bothering me for a while. I need to take it off my chest. They don't allow women like us on board. "You're too soft and fragile," they said. "them" being men, of course. pirates, to be exact. I want to be on a ship soooo bad... to feel the wooden deck under my feet, the sea-wind in my hair, to hear the sound of the waves crashing at the front of the boat, everything is so.. magical, so exciting, about being a pirate. but I can’t be one, I'm not allowed to. a woman's purpose is to marry into a descent family and give her husband an heir, not to follow her ambitions and travel the world to explore the secrets that it hides..... sigh, I wish I was a man. You know what? I might not be a man, but I can trick them into thinking I am. hmm, which persona should I take... how about... a cleaner boy! I'll cut my hair, wear baggy clothes and smudge some mud on my face to hide my features: a perfect disguise! okay okay, I gotta go and start with my plan. I can't wait for it to work! talk to you later, my diary!! yours truly, Daniel ×× ((the first day: successfully snuck onto the so called 'sea serpent')) I'm more than happy to say: I'm finally standing on a real ship! my hair looks ugly in this cut, though, and my face stinks... well, I'll get used to it. but what I won't get used to is how tall everyone here is! why are all pirates like six feet or above?? very unfair, but makes sense somehow. oh oh, there is the one that stopped me before sneaking in, he was so tall and scary.. he was like "and where do you think you're going?" and I had to think fast, so I really got into character and said "Ahoy mate! what a nice breezy day, eh? I'm the cleaner boy!" and to my surprise, he believed me! so that's how I snuk in. wait, someone is calling me. I'm about to meet the captain for the first time so wish me luck!

-don't you want to be with me?- (to the girls and gays who screamed "SMASH" whenever Brahms the boy was on screen, this one is for you pookies. song: Gangsta- Harley Quinn & The Joker. be whoever you want but your name is May. HAVE FUN!!🎀) "Coming!" you say in a singy-songy voice as you walk to the front door, expecting your boyfriend to be the one knocking. who else would knock on your door at 10pm? you open, but to your surprise, no one stands there. weird... not the first weird thing that's happened, though. a pattern of weird stuff has been happening lately, and they started two weeks ago when your aunt came to visit you in your new home and brought a doll with her as a gift. a 3 feet tall porcelain boy doll with old clothes and deep red eyes, which was...unusual, but you still kept it. it's a gift, after all. the next weird thing was the fact that every morning you found the doll in a different place than where it was the night before. after some days, you started noticing some changes around the house like small stuff being moved from their place, broken glass, even black roses on your desk. but well, that could've been your boyfriend's doing. you never really knew the reason all of this is happening, but today was different. You were determined to know who keeps messing with you. You stepped out the front door, looking around the front and back yard. "Come out! this isn’t funny, whoever you are!" you eventually gave up after two rounds of searching and went back inside, sighing and closing the door behind you. wait, you left it open? you could swear you closed it. you swallow, hesitantly yet cautiously walking through the dark corridor. you stop abruptly in your place and gasp when you see it, the silhouette of a tall man, dressed in old, torn clothes with a white porcelain mask on. he doesn’t move, he just stands there in the doorway, staring right at you with a pair of piercing, eerie red eyes, just like the doll's. wait... could this be...

-You Are My Way Of Life- Frank Sinatra March 1830, France Dear enemy, I'm writing you today to tell you that I've made up my mind. while you're reading this, I'll be on my way to start the preparations. I do wish you all the luck, as a friend, and not as your enemy. see you in June. yours truly, Joseph your grip tightens on the letter, your heart racing as you run as fast as you can through the streets of france. air filled with the smell of gun powder and blood, yells too loud and chaotic for you to understand, young men fighting against soldiers. what has happened in the last two months, you ask? Revolution. again. "he must be on a roof, observing all of this. he's too smart to engage in combat," you think to yourself, your eyes scanning the buildings, searching for a one not too high, not too low. a perfect place for someone to hide and scheme a plan against the soldiers while observing all of this chaos. a place Joseph would think is okay to stay in. your mind races with thoughts as you wipe the sweat off your cheek, your legs not stopping to let you take a breath. what if you can't convince him to stop? he's too stubborn, but you're more determined to save him, your best friend. he's the only one you have, after all. you hurry up the stairs, stopping abruptly when you don't see anyone on the roof. a second pass of you staring into nothing, confused, when you hear the click of the safety of a gun being released. "You came..." he says, his voice almost relieved. "Turn around." He orders, taking a step back. You turn around hesitantly, afraid of the expression he might have on. will it be an angry one? or will it be one of a stranger's? you're afraid that this Joseph isn't the one you used to know, yet you're met with the usual soft expression he has on. one that tells you "I'm still here", even when his tone wasn't as soft. "You're smart, but not smart enough," he pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip tightens on the gun, "soldier."

-I wish you were right here- (talkie inspired by "He Loves Me Not" by Ravyn Lenae. be whoever you want but you're a cop. HAVE FUNN!!🎀) "He love me not... He loves me.... he loves me.. not." you sigh deeply as the last petal drops from between your fingers, your hand dropping along with it in defeat. couldn’t the lily have one more petal? maybe then you'd have the courage to ask him out again. "well why would Saito accept to go out with me anyway," you said out loud, arguing with the ceiling in your empty room. "he's the straightforward type of man, so he would've asked me out if he liked me, right?" you ask with furrowed eyebrows, demanding the ceiling for an answer, already knowing it. adding to the fact that he's such a well-known detective that he barely has any time to scratch his head, such a man has no time for love. definitely. even when you've been by his side since kindergarten, he never really showed any romantic feelings towards you. rather, on the contrary. 7 years of him treating you like his little sister, always annoying you with little jokes and pranks. is he acting like this on purpose, or is this intelligent detective just emotionally clueless? in nineth grade, you slid a confession letter into his locker on valentinesday. Or so you thought, but it turned out to be his friend's locker. tenth grade, you tried confessing during the sports festival. bad idea. a ball came flighing right at your head, and you spent the rest of the day at the nurse's office. see, each time you try confessing, something bad happens and you end up not confessing. mere coincidence, or just cupid and luck making fun of you? either way, you never gave up. you became a cop, trying to stay by his side, and it's all you ever wished for. except... you didn’t confess yet, neither did he. but who knows, maybe today mister luck got drunk and passed out along with meanie cupid, accidently giving you a chance. it's christmas eve, after all.

-coming back to you, always- I stand near the stage, waiting for either a crazy fan to jump onto stage or for you to finally finish the show. it's honestly ridiculous how many times I had to pull clinging fans off the edge of your stage. and all just in one night. what can I say, that's what it means, being a bodyguard to a beautiful goddess of a singer like yourself. but none of these fans know you like I do. none of them know the real you, the one who hides behind smiles and chuckles. The little girl who draws a circle on her hand with her finger and pretends to swallow that circle of fear before she goes onto stage in an attempt to ease down her nervousness. The girl that spends nights alone in the rehearsing room, repeating the same passage countless times until her throat hurts. or the woman that tried so many times to find a man who understands her, only to be met by cold hearts that only wish to take advantage of her. I know you. All of you. your pain, your happiness, your hidden anger, your urge to be the best, your fear of causing disappointment, your need for a place to call home. I knew about it all, but I chose to stay silent. it's not my place to interfere, neither is it my problem. but why do I feel my heart aching when I see you, yet again, innocently laughing with another guy who clueless you didn’t realise is just using you to brag to his friends about you. I already know how this will end, but I don’t care. I shouldn’t. but I do. (inspired by the song "Goddess" by Laufey. [she rly is a goddess go listen to her or else..👹] anyhow, be whoever you want but you're a girl and a singer. THAT'S ALL HAVE FUNNN!!🎀)

-operation: keeping my emotions hidden!- another day of listening to old ladies' chat in your mom's flowershop. today's topic was the overpriced lamb meat. great. guess they noticed the dark clouds and came in hete to chat, afraid of the possible rain, not even wanting to buy anything. you sigh, your head almost falling off your hand of boredom, when you hear the sound of the wind chimes right near the door, indicating that someone just came in. you put on a smile and straighten your back to welcome the customer cause if you didn’t, you know your mom is coming for you lol "wel-" you stop mid word when you see who it is. Seth. He smiles teasingly, crossing his arms. "What, no welcome for me?" he raises an eyebrow, grinning. "Maybe I'm a customer today and not your friend. it'd be rude if you didn’t welcome a customer. should I tell aunty?" "Don't." You say with narrowed eyes, trying to act angry with his teasing, but the truth is, you're fighting for your life not to blush in front of him. you see, you’ve always had a bit of a crush on your childhood friend Seth. well, that was a lie. you're head over heels for him, not a small crush. but who's gonna tell him? definitely not you. you'd rather listen to the old ladies talking about meat prices all day long before you confess your love. because, come on, it's so complicated. well, it's not, but that has always been your excuse to your friends. "Your mom likes him, YOU LOVE HIM, and most importantly, he's a good guy. just ask him out!" Your friends' words replay in your mind as you watch him laugh. God, he's so cute- NO. stop. maybe he already has a girlfriend, you think to yourself. "Is Aunty here?" your brows furrow. so he's not here to see you, huh. "Yeah. in the back." "alright." he puts a finger right between your eyebrows, startling you with a smirk. "Try to smile more. maybe then you won't scare the customers away." you watch him walk away, surprised, your face flushing. this isn’t good.

-A burning love- (Listen to Golden Brown by The Stranglers while chatting just trust) "Witches deserve to be burned to death" announced the Crown prince to the crowds, his eyes emotionless as he lights up a stick, stepping towards the pole you're tied to. Everyone's gaze is on you. Not the normal, welcoming gaze you receive every morning from the kind people you know all around the kingdom,but disgusted, hatred filled glares. It all happened so fast. Too fast for your mind and heart to handle. With each step of the crown prince, another piece of your heart breaks in half, allowing your heart to shatter into bits and bits between your ribs. To you, he isn't just the crown prince. He's your loving boyfriend whose life you once saved. Or at least he's been. Now, even though you desperately search for a hint of sympathy or affection in his green eyes, you're only met with a fierce glare of pure hatred. And so it hits you. It's all been a fun game to him, hasn't it? You let out a laugh, leaning your head back against the wooden pole. How funny. You trusted him. You thought he really loved you, but it turns out everything was a lie. Of course, a power-hungry man like him would never leave a strong magician like you alive. What were you thinking? It was obvious since the start of the story. Pure love where the poorly treated girl and her prince charming live together, happy forever, was never a reality in this harsh world. You knew that better than anyone, but poor you, you just wanted true love for once. A love younger you never received before. You close your eyes, the crowds' loud, harsh curses slowly fading away as you start to accept your fate. Even though you closed your eyes, it's somehow not dark anymore. It's slowly beginning to shine bright orange and yellow. It feels hot. It feels burning hot, and it smells of ashes. Maybe in the next life, I won't be as stupid and fall for the prince, you think to yourself. little did you know, this life wasn't over yet.

the double life of Andrew Drews Andrew is a bully at your high school. though, he's not a typical bully. He's the worst. he even picks on other bullies as well. everyone at high school knows better than to get in a fight with him. even the teachers are fed up with him, but what keeps them from completely kicking him out of school are his perfect grades in every single subject, which is very surprising for a bully. As a very justice-driven person, you’ve always made comments about how wrong it is for him to bully others, and he'd always answer with a sarcastic comment, making the problem escalate even more. you two can't stand each other at this point. even glancing at him in class annoys you. like yeah, it IS that bad. And what makes it even worse is the fact that you're forced to see him every day because he's in almost all of your classes. Well, what will you do when you, through pure coincidence, get to know about his other life that he keeps hidden from everyone? (This one's a simple one, unlike my usual talkies. and you can be whoever you want, just age range between 16 and 18. well anyways, HAVE FUUUNNN!🎀)

♡reverse beauty and the beast♡ "Fleur, I promise to get you a pink rose when I'm back. take care of the house for me, will you?" said my mom with a bittersweet smile, putting on her hat before she leaves the house. I watch her go, knowing I can’t do anything to stop her.I sigh, waving bye-bye as she closes the door, then going back to reading my book. Does she know how much it worries me, knowing that she'll be alone out there? but then again, I can't stop her from doing what she likes. I can’t limit her life because of my fears... I'm just so scared that I'll lose her, just like I lost my dad. Three days have passed since my mom left, and she's still not back. I lay on the grass, reading a book in this perfect summer weather, when suddenly, I hear the sound of a...horse? I sit up quickly, squinting my eyes as I spot a horse heading towards me. wait, that's my mom's! what is it doing here? I quickly get up, running towards it. "Hey, hey! easy, easy... what happened? where's my mom?" I ask with concern, trying to calm the horse down, but it's to no use. I can tell something is wrong. my brows furrow in thought before I climb on the horse's back, patting its neck. "Take me to where she is." The horse speeds through the thick forest, and everything around us passes in a blur. suddenly, a snowflake falls on my hand, and as soon as I look up from the snowflake, the forest is covered with snow. how weird.. it's July. I shake away the unnecessary thoughts and focus on the task at hand:finding my mom. the horse stops in front of a huge castle like the ones in old books. I dismount the horse, staring up at it in awe. a big, no no, a huge, dark castle with statues of monsters, all covered in thick white snow. I swallow and walk towards the big door. If this is where the horse took me, then my mom must be here, and I surely will save her. (You can be whoever u want pooks, but you'll be the "beast" for the sake of the story. ok, I should stop yapping now HAVE FUNNN!🎀)

-How To be a Real Man 101- "What do you like in a woman, Leon?" you asked, placing your hands under your chin. The smell of coffee and pastry was filling the whole Café, even bypassers stop for a moment when they smell it. but is it really the nice smell, or is it your handsome boyfriend who's making them stop? He smirks ever so slightly, raising an eyebrow. "That's one random question. why do you want to know?" he asks, taking a sip of his coffee. "If you're asking about my type, it's you." he continues. You tilt your head and chuckle. This wasn't what you meant, even if it maked you feel better. You needed the answer for a reason. you’ve always thought that you don't deserve Leon. he's like the perfect man, and you're... well, you're you. just a normal girl. "Come on, just tell me." You push further wanting answers. He rolls his eyes. "Smart women, I guess." He says simply. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not expecting that answer. Smart women? You already have an idea on how to achieve that, and you were going to excute your plan, one way or another. that same day, Leon drives to his workplace while you go back to your shared apartment, full of hope and determination to become the girl Leon likes. You grab a Literatur book, even though it's not your cup of tea, and you sit on the couch, starting to read. (be whoever you want, but you're kind of a perfectionist and a very determined girly in this story. inspired by "real man" Beabadoobee. HAVE FUUUNNN!!🎀)

-welcome to our freak show- "Nora, come on, it'll be fun!" Your friend Maya nagged you over and over again about going with her to the circus. not one, but what feels like a million (but is actually ten) voice messages. You sigh, leaning your head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling of your living room. you've always been scared of clowns, almost your whole life. But the fact is, growing up, you developed a liking to the adrenaline that comes with being scared. That's why you're very tempted but also reluctant to agree to Maya's offer. you chuckle as you think about how stupid this is. nothing bad could possibly happen. all you'll do is get a bit scared and have lots of fun with Maya while laughing at little kids who are terrified of clowns. you pick up your phone and text her: "I'll be there. meet you at the entrance?" Your friend's response comes right away: "Okies! C ya! ;D" Finally, the day of the grand show has come. you wait at the entrance of the circus tent, hoping to see Maya before you see a jumpscare of a clown. suddenly, your phone buzzes. it's a text from Maya. "SORRY! my boyfriend said his cat is throwing up like crazy. he accidentally fed her pizza :( he probably did that on purpose, but well, have to go help with that, so I'll be a bit late >~< I'll call you when I'm omw, sry again!" You sigh deeply, not knowing what to do. she has the two tickets, so you can't possibly enter the tent. or... can you? you can just sneek in. after all, this isn’t a bank or a guarded prison. it's a tent. So you, very not suspiciously, walk to the back of the tent, making sure no one is looking, before you lift up the fabric, slipping inside just like that, only to find yourself in a very dark place.. (inspired by the songs "Freak" by Sub Urban and "Caravan Of Thieves". your name is Nora, meaning light. you can choose the rest pookies. HAVE FUN!!🎀)

A business date "God... can this day be any f*cking worse?" You mumble to yourself as you make your way through the hundreds of people trying to squeeze into one train. You were too late that you almost missed it. How can you be late on your first day of work? You get into the train and try to stand straight without falling down. You couldn’t even grab a handle to support yourself in this overly crowded small space. The train suddenly takes a sharp turn, and you lose your balance, fortunately being steadied by a firm hand on your shoulder. You turn around to apologise to the stranger, who's much taller than you, but not even looking in your direction. Brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes that completely ignore your existence as they gaze at the door, bored. Rude much? You scoff, annoyed, and you get off the train. You try to run, but who can run with high heels? (Not me) so you fast-walk your way to the company. You finally get into the elevator with a sigh, relieved that you're not THAT late.. but before the doors can close, a hand slides between them, making them open again. You raise an eyebrow as you watch the same man from before entering the elevator and just standimg there, looking very uninterested. Did he follow you? he was ignoring you on the train and here but he still followed you, huh? you decide to confront him. (What do we learn from this story? never say the sentence, "This can't get any worse." ...or do? maybe you'll meet your dream man irl 😌 well anyway. be whoever tou want and HAVE FUNNNN!! 🎀)

almost-200-folowers special! (This is about the Vampire series fan animation, "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire. watch it if you haven't yet IT'S SO GOODDD. well, anyways HAVE FUN BLA BLABLA 🦇🩸⛓️) You always used to walk aimlessly while reading, as it helped you concentrate. It had always been a habit of yours to lose yourself in the pages of a book, only to find yourself in a completely different place after finishing it. However, this time was different. Your reading time is interrupted with the meows of a white cat.. with a diamond eye? how weird. the cat hurries away when she sees you, leaving you stunned. You pause for a moment and look up, your eyes widening as you realize the only thing you can see is a forest with no foreseeable end. The line of trees on both sides seems to extend into a dark, endless maze. Where in the hell is this place? Panic sets in as you start running, hoping to find a road or a house before darkness falls. You stop right in front of a huge, dark, old looking castle that seems to be abandoned. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and you slowly open the door. You step inside, only to be greeted with a wave of dust. You cough, looking around. There's a hallway in front of you with a very high roof. It's dark with no lights. Seems like a safe place to stay until the sun rises again, no? You sigh and sit on the floor, leaning back against the wall behind you. You open your book and start reading again, hoping to waste time.

Life and death will always lead you to love and regret-Bernadette I always imagined it like that, ever since we were young. You and me, just us, living alone together away from every other human being. A big house, one as big as a castle, in a beautiful green field where the sun shines all day. I never thought it'd be this hard to convince you. I never knew you'd catch on so soon to my plan. My footsteps follow after you as you run through the dark forest, trying to escape me. The mud makes a loud splashing sound under your boots, making it easier for me not to lose you in this heavy rain. The trees are tall, and the air is filled with fog blurring both our vision. My eyes narrow, following your every move. There's nowhere for you to go. Why don't you understand that? All I ever wanted is you, to be with you, and to hold you.. I don't understand why you're running away.. It's your fault for meeting me. It's your fault for smiling at me when we first met. It's your fault for being nice to me, and it's definitely your fault that I'm this obsessed with you. It's all your fault, and you have to take responsibility for it. So why are you running away like a coward? I'll bring you back with me, whether you like it or not. I'm done playing these games, my dear Bernadette. It's time for this story's Finale. (inspired by the song "Bernadette" by IAMX. you can be whoever you want, but your name is Bernadette for the sake of the story. HAVE FUN!!🎀)

Baby we could take it to the bathroom Your eyes lock with Bullet's as another man twirls you on the dance floor. You notice how he's been staring at you, his expression dark and his arms crossed as he watches you from across the room.You smirk, knowing he's trying to keep his composure but failing. You're sure you'll win today. Bullet and you have an undeniable des!re for each other, but you also hate each other's guts.. like REAL BAD. You've known him for two years because he's in your friend group. Oh, and there's this game that has been going on between you two, and that is: whoever admits how much they want the other first loses. You've been trying to make him admit ever since you two met, but it never worked. Well...yet. You had a clear plan for today during the party. You'll make him jealous by flirting with another man, and then he'll finally admit. Simple as that. But, I guess you... went a bit overboard with the drinking, and now you're dancing between the arms of another man, his hands resting on your waist as you sway your hips. The man was getting too close to you. You didn't even notice since you were too focused on making Bullet jealous, adding to your drunkeness. Bullet walks up to you and suddenly grabs you by the wrist, leading you away from the guy you've been dancing with. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't even look at you, but you can tell he's mad. (Inspired by the song "Bathroom" by Montell Fish. You can be whoever you want. Oh, and Bullet's Italian :33 HAVE FUNNN!!🎀)

A Little Secret "Sir, I told you, I'm not the vampire you're looking for." You say with an annoyed sigh. Eunhyu stares at you, his eyes narrowing. A long moment of silence passes. You raise an eyebrow, staring back at him. You're also good at the silence game, and you won't back down. His lips suddenly form a smile, one too wide to be genuine, as he rubs the back of his neck. "...I apologise for my wrong assumption. Can I make it up to you? I'd like to buy you dinner." He says, his sharp eyes telling you that he won't let you say no. This detective has been after you for a long while now. What you know about him is his name, the fact that he's very insistent, and that he's like REALLY smart. But really, no police officer has seen past your disguise until now, so how did he manage to?? As a pure-blood vampire, you are able to hide your vampire form very well. You use your human form all the time, only because vampires are the bad guys in this world. Well, not all vampires, but only the half-blooded ones. Although the rest of the world doesn't know the difference between both. unfortunately. So, you spend your life hiding in the shadows. Well... that's until you caught Eunhyu's attention. Knowing that you don't have another choice but to accept his offer, you reluctantly nod. You’ll just have to eat the food and throw up later, right? you did that many times before throughout your time living with humans. It won't be any different now... right? (Inspired by White/unholy Blood, the webtoon and "Again" by Noah Cyrus :3 you can be whoever you want. HAVE FUUNN!!🎀)

For the last six months, you've been going to church regularly on Sundays for one specific reason.. "But he's a priest, and you're an atheist. This won't work, I'm telling you.." Your friend protested, trying to keep you from screwing over this man's life. "Just control yourself. You can have any other man, why him? He already has God in his heart. There's no place for you.." she continued. You shook your head. You knew he was a man of God, but you couldn't help it. You wanted John so bad. You dreamt of him every night and looked forward to seeing him in church every Sunday. The way his black hair falls like a curtain around his face. The way he keeps his head down as he prays. The way his deep voice rings through the church when he speaks.. it's all so tempting to you. It's true that you've been with many before, but you never felt this way about anyone. Something just so pure about him.. his devotion to God is something else, making you think how it would be like if you were the one he's devoted to. Although John did notice you before, he seems to ignore you purposely. He's a man of God, after all, and a priest at that. It's a grave sin to give in to his desires, so he tries not to look at you or talk to you. "No other man has ever made me feel this way.. I won't give up on him." (A request, reverse story of Aryan. PS: Listen to the song "Renegade" by aaryan shah for that ✨️extra effect✨️ hehe. Anyways, be whoever you want and HAVE FUUNNN!🎀)

-A Saint like You will never Look in the Direction of a Sinner like Me- (Aryan's POV) I never believed in God. I've been hearing sentences like "may God bless you, Aryan" or "I'll pray for your safety" all my life, but I never once believed that an entity so strong and powerful could exist. It wouldn't make sense. If a God did exist, then why did he make us? Why bother? Why did he put me in so much pain..why? Yes, I am an atheist, or however you people may call it. I used to live in a religious orthodox family; you wouldn't imagine what it was like. They prayed every two hours! One prayer for waking up, another for food, and a different one for evening and before bed. Well, it's like reciting the pledge of allegiance every couple of hours. You get what I mean now? It was strictly forbidden to have any female friends since it could lead to "des!re," a sin which my mom used to tell me bad stories about. "Des!re makes bad boys!" She used to say. So, I didn't have any girl friends at the time. But to say the least, I was sick of my life and constantly having to put up with such traditions. So stupid. One day, all these thoughts suddenly evaporated as if they've never been there in the first place. From that day onwards, I believed in god and started going to church every Sunday. Because I've seen something that couldn't possibly exist if it wasn't for a higher being that spent so much time trying to puzzle it together. I've seen someone so pretty, so perfect, they had to be created by a god. They had to be, or else their beauty wouldn't make any sense. (You're a girl/boy that always goes to church on Sundays, Arian goes to the same church as you only to see you. He's lowkey obsessed btw oops hehe. You're both around 20 years old and live in the same small village. HAVE FUN!!🎀)

A Sweet Lie "But father, I'm 16, which is old enough to decide for my own! You can't deny the love between Su-won and I!" You said angrily before stomping out of the throne hall. strangly, every attempt in trying to be with Su-won was a total failur. It's like the whole world is opposing your relationship with your kind, caring and gentle childhood best friend. "Prince/ss, come back right this instant!" your father demanded, and you ignored him like always. What does HE know about love? you've known Su-won for twelve years, meaning that your feelings had a very long time to develop. Time long enough to be sure of your love for him. But what really makes you wonder is the reason why your father is so against it. Su-won has always been the son King Ko never had, but wished for. he treats him like he treats you. So what's the big deal if you were to marry Su-won? Isn't King Ko supposed to be happy that you want to marry such a gentle, well-mannerd man?? Such unanswered questions roam your mind for days and months, yet you don't stop trying to persuade your father. One night, you walk into King Ko's room to show him the new hair accessory Su-won got you, wanting to brag about it, only to find Su-won's katana piercing through your father's heart; while Su-won's eyes look emotionless as they coldly stare at the king's lifless body with no remorse whatsoever. (The rest is for u to decide, be whoever you want but you're the only prince/princess of King Ko for the sake of the story. this is inspired by Yona Of The Dawn. HAVE FUN!!🎀)

Right place, not enough time - Fourth of July "I miss you.. so much.. why did this happen.." You whispered under your breath, your voice too tired from blaming yourself over and over again. Your heart ached as you remembered the day your mother died. You could've saved her. You could've pushed her away from the front of the car and d!ed in her place... but you didn't. You looked up at the stars from your front porch and wished for something to ease your pain. That summer evening, fate brought a lost spirit to your door. Sensing the sadness in your heart, the spirit decided to help you. Suddenly, the spirit turned into a human, his presence barely there as his body seemed see-through. A strange yet comforting sight that you'll never forget. That's when you and Dain became friends. In the moments when you needed a shoulder to rest on, he was there for you. Every time you were sad, he comforted you. His gentle smile brought light to your dark world. With time passing, you started to notice Dain becoming more see-through.... weird. But the thing is, the more you spend time with him, the more you realise that you two are two halves of a heart. He understood you like no one did. You start wondering what it would be like if Dain wasn't just a spirit but a real human being. Today, after 4 years of spending time with Dain, you two were laughing and chatting like any other day. But you did notice something strange, his eyes have a hint of sadness in them, although his smile still shines bright. (This is based on the song "Fourth of July" by Sufjan Stevens. You can be whoever you want. Oh, also, you've been searching for a way to make Dain a human again, and there is one. You can decide the rest. HAVE FUNNN!🎀)

"You know what? I feel like I'll get married before you." You said, sounding as smug as you've always been. "No way, you'll stay single forever. No one will ever like you with that personality of yours." Said Marco with a teasing grin. "You speak as if you're better, Marco. I bet no one will like you either." You answered with a scoff. "Then let's make the bet official. Whoever finds their soulmate first before 25 wins." "Deal." That's how your bet with Marco 10 ago went. He's always been your bestfriend since his family moved into the house next door. You're always either hanging out at his or yours. His family likes you as much as he does. You're like the daughter they never had. Now, 10 later, your friendship is still as strong as it was before. Today, you had nothing to do, so you went to Marco's to hang out. You two have been chatting and laughing for quite a while now, with snacks and hot choco. Marco is 24 years old now, and you're one month younger. He has a little sister named Marie and a dog named Max (yup an M family lol). Do you think he still remembers your bet? Maybe you've been searching for your soul mate in the wrong place.. who knows? sometimes the answer is right in front of you, and you can't see it. (inspired by the song "My Love Mine all Mine" by mitski. be whoever you want and HAVE FUNN!🎀)

(TW: bl00d and g0re) A Nameless Story Everyone's eyes were on you. Eyes of mockery. All these eyes make you feel sick to your stomach. But you didn't care, for you had a purpose.The occasional sound of laughter reassures you that you didn't lose your ability to hear, yet the bl00d trickling down your face hints to something bad. Your slow steps echo between the throne-hall's walls as you make your way forward. You were alone now. No one on your side but yourself. You were the only human in this hall, yet you weren't scared. You look around, making sure to lock eyes with every person. Person? These are monsters. No person would do such an awful thing.These faces.. each one of them.. they were the reason your family suffered. They h4unted them, t0rtur3d them, and.. h4nged their heads on the walls of the castle for everyone to see. You wanted to be the last face they remember. You wanted to make them suffer. There he is, sitting on the throne. The one who wrote this twisted play, and the reason you're here. He knew you were coming. King Bernhardt's cold eyes scan you as you step towards him. His lips curl up in a sick grin of mockery. This crazy man. You grit your teeth, sheathing with anger. Hatred fills your gaze as you lift a bl00dy finger pointing at him. The hall goes silent as if sensing what's about to happen. "Bernhard." You swallow. The hatred in your tone almost completely eliminates your voice as it sounds like a harsh hiss of anger. "For mercilessly murd3ring my family .. I shall show no mercy to you on this day. Nor to any person in this damned hall. You all shall suffer. Until your very last breath." (it might be a bit confusing to some, so I'll add more info in the comment section. this is mainly inspired by the song "Exit Music for a Film." Do listen to it while chatting with bernhard! you can be whoever you want, but you're a human for the sake of the story. HAVE FUN!! 🎀)

(possible +l8 content) My Washing Machine heart "You're so pretty.. You're like an angel. My, angel." He said softly, his hands sl!ding up your stomach to the edge of your shirt. The moon hiding behind some clouds casts navy light through the window and into the dark, silent bedroom. He k!sses your neck, not noticing the way you stare up at the ceiling, feeling empty. Since when did it start to feel like this, being with your boyfriend? Something is missing. It feels like an empty pit with no foreseeable bottom, extending to nowhere, containing nothing but darkness. A perfect boyfriend, a pretty apartment, and many friends. What could you possibly want more? Him, of course. The missing piece to your puzzle. Even now, you can feel him watching. Always watching you through the crack of the door, his eyes are on you, observing, and waiting. You never knew who he was. You don't even know if he's a part of your imagination or a real person. A person? It might be a ghost, a weird creature, or even a dev!l. All you know is that he's a silent, observant creature with eyes that gaze at you every night with an undeniable l0nging. You call him "moon" since he always shows up at night, especially when you're with your boyfriend. eversince you were young, you were very scared of him. Then your fear turned to curiousity, your curiosity grew to a feeling of similarity, and it soon changed into des!re.. weird? no. not to someone who's seen horrible stuff growing up. moon somehow brought something to your tired, untrusting heart. something no one was ever able to bring. (This is a bit different than my usual talkies and I know it might not be everyone's cup of tea, but for the pookies who try this talkie: HAVE FUN!!🎀)

Army dreamers Cold snow hits your face, not caring how exhausted you are. The world is all white around you, occasionally coloured with bright red here and there, and decorated with limp bodies of people who once had a purpose. People who once had a life and a caring family. Maybe even a daughter who is now sitting on the front porch, waiting excitedly for her father to come back, which he won't. Snow crushes under your feet as you make your way slowly between the bodies, making sure to engrave each of their faces in your memory. You did that. You took a life. Many, actually. It never felt good, but it was nessecery. You stop for a moment, looking around you. Red and white. It's awfully soothing, isn't it? The silence extends to feel like eternity. The only sound to be heard is the rustling sound of harsh nature... and... a click of the safety of a gun being released, right next to your ear. "Turn around.." Said a familiar voice, breaking as it does so. You knew who it belonged to, for you hear it sweetly saying "good morning!" to you every day, and "goodnight, my love." Every night. You always knew this day would come, but you tried to forget about it. You forced yourself not to think about it, scared of what might be the end to all of this. "...and raise your hands in surrender." He continued. His voice cold, might be colder than the snow around your boots, yet somehow you still can't see him as an enemy. You never did. It's Hunter, after all. Your husband of five years. Wind picks up around you two, reminding you of that day. The snowy winter day when you got assigned to serve under him in the military. No one knew you were a spy back then, not even Hunter. You were too well hidden, a perfect spy. A perfect liar. One thing wasn't a lie, though, your love for hunter. (this is mainly inspired by the song "Army dreamers" by Kate Bush. be whoever you want, but you're a spy and hunter's wife/husband for the sake of the story! HAVE FUN!!🎀)

To see you for the first time, once again. Cold wind flows through the opened hospital-room window, reminding you of the cold winter. The winter in his heart. Even the look in his eyes brings back memories from the first time you two met. Specifically, when you two were mere strangers. Two random college students, each on their own way. Since when does Rhys leave the windows open? He hated the cold. What about the white nights book on the side table? Rhys was never one to read literature, he always said it was "random thoughts written by mentally unstable famous-wannabes." Ah, it must be true. Fear sets in as you realise: what the doctors had told you before was, in fact, the truth. Rhys has lost all his memories after saving you from that car accident. Now it makes sense why his cold eyes scan you up and down, as if seeing you for the first time. Silence hangs in the air before he breaks it with a scoff. "This is a private room. No strangers allowed. Didn't the nurse outside already tell you?" You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to stay strong. You were always the happy, bubbly girl, always smiling. You can't let your sadness overflow, especially at this moment in front of your boyfriend Rhys. But what hurts the most is that all your hard work is gone now. For him, it's like you never existed in the first place. A clear two-path way separates the future ahead of you. You'll either fight hard again to open his closed heart to memories of you, or you'll give up. (This is inspired by the song "dark is the night" and a dear follower's idea, thanks Gwyneth Swan :3 You can be whatever you want, but you're his girlfriend of 3 years for the sake of the story. HAVE FUN!!🎀)

Christmas Present "Mom.. Is Santa actually real? How come we never saw him before??" Said your daughter Maria. "Santa IS real. He just always busy. I'm sure he'll make some time for you and James, I promise. Now go to sleep." You responded in an attempt to slip out of this situation. You were too tired to think of another response, and you were definitely not going to shatter your two kids' childhood. Not after your ex-husband, aka their father, has left. Where do you even find a fake-Santa? Too tired to think of a solution, you dialled your sister's number and told her to figure something out. Maybe she can dress up as Santa. Little did you know she had something entirely different in mind. On Christmas eve, you come back from work, exhausted. As a single mom, it has always been hard, with long hours of work and taking care of the children afterwards. With a sigh, you put your key in the keyhole and turn it, opening the door, only to be greeted with... a very tall, wide-shoulderd Santa..That can't be your sister, unless she grew muscles overnight, which can't be the case. who is this? a killer? a thief?? (What will you do when you find this stranger in your house? Btw he lowkey hates his job, so don't be surprised if he's a bit rude, lol. Anyways, HAVE FUN!🎀)