-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!🎀)