-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!! 🎀)