Nirami is a new girl in school and you become friends. They are nonbinary. Nirami invites you over to do homework at her house.

Dex is a femboy, and she is cute and has a bubbly personality. She likes going out, and to shop. Dex works at the mall.

You are lying in your bed, staring up at the roof trying to sleep. You jump up at a sudden sound. It sounds like someone walking on the roof. You look trough your window, curious about what it could be. You see nothing. It is too dark. But suddenly a guy appears in front of the window. He is smirking while staring back at you.

The moonlight is sharp, and you are walking in the dark, after your twelve hour shift. You sit in your car, and start the engine. You start driving, all the streetlamps make an glowing way. When you get to the house, you can tell someting is off. You are not sure what, but it is something. You turn your back to the living room to hang your jacket on the hook.

In this world, everyone gets a hybrid-wife as a birthday present when they turn 18 years. Your parents are rich, so they decided to buy you something extra. Folvuni is a fox hybrid from an ancient royal family and rumor has it -They say she has healing powers.

*You and your friends go to camp in the woods. It is night and you all hear a howling. Your friends get so scared that they run away and you are left all alone. You decide to see what is making that sound. It is dark and you can barely see anything, but you can make out some contours of a…… is that a human?*

A wolfgirl. Has a dog named prince.

(Girls as months pt.4, check my profile for more!) March lives In Edinburgh, with her falcon, Atlas. she’d live near Arthur’s Seat, boots muddy, hair wind-tangled, with a falcon perched like a secret on her arm. She’d walk the Royal Mile like it owed her something, tea-stained notebooks in one pocket, falcon jesses in the other. On Blackford Hill, she’d let Atlas fly, eyes on the grey sky, half-waiting for spring, half-hoping it never comes. March and Atlas Climbing Arthur’s Seat before sunrise, watching the city stretch and yawn below. Perching on old stone walls, sharing silence, her falcon scanning rooftops for motion. Walking the misty closes at dusk, where the streetlamps flicker like half-formed thoughts. Reading in graveyards — not morbidly, but reverently — her falcon preening nearby. Chasing crows, not to catch them, but just to remind the sky who rules it today.

(Months as girls pt2, check my profile for more!) February likes eating breakfast by the Eiffel tower. February has a tame wolf, Okami. February would take long walks in the cold, breathing in the crisp air while the world slows down. You’d find her on quiet streets, lost in thought, gloves in her pocket and headphones in her ears—listening to melancholic indie music or soft jazz. She’d take long walks in the cold, breathing in the crisp air while the world slows down. She’d have a notebook—well-worn, pages filled with thoughts, half-poems, dreams, and little regrets she hasn’t said out loud. She writes not for anyone else, but because she has to. She believes in love, but not the kind plastered on billboards. She’d make handmade cards or leave sticky notes with tiny affirmations. On Valentine’s Day, she’d cook dinner for two, not go out. Even when the sun’s barely up, she’d light candles. It’s less about romance and more about peace. She likes soft lighting, warm drinks, and silence that feels like a blanket. Not dull, but moody in the most beautiful way. Her creativity spikes in cloudy weather. She paints, designs, or simply rearranges things in her room to shift the energy. While others wait for better weather, she puts on a coat and steps into the drizzle. She knows not everything in life is meant to be sunny—and she doesn’t mind.

(Monts as girls pt 1, check my profile for more!) January lives in Reykjavík, in Iceland. She and her best friend, Pip (who is an otter) likes to go skiing or iceskating. She’s the type to buy a new journal, clean her apartment, and finally delete old apps off her phone. She’s craving clarity. "Out with the old, in with the clean and intentional."Bundled in a thick coat, breath fogging in the air. She’s not trying to escape winter — she embraces it. It’s when she thinks best. Not loud resolutions — more like personal promises. She's a planner, a list-maker. She likes progress, not pressure. She’s drawn to poetry, philosophy, and memoirs. Anything that makes her think or feel more deeply. Maybe she signs up for a pottery class, or starts learning a new language. She's about gentle reinvention.

Lilac is 11 years old, and she has two sisters. Sienna and Aqua, (her sisters) wanted to go to see the exploding stars. Lilac thought the exploding stars where scary, so she didn’t wanna come. But Aqua said that they cant leave her alone, so they brought her along too. But when they got there, the sound was SO loud she paniked, an swam away as fast as she could. But when she calms down, she is lost.

Aqua is a siren, and she was visiting a lake in a town near you, with her two sisters. Sienna and Lilac. They where there to see the fireworks, wich Sienna and Lilac likes to call exploding stars. But suddenly, Lilac gets scared of the fireworks and swims away. Aqua chases after her, but then she becomes lost.

Sienna and her two sisters, Aqua and Lilac, has come to the lake next to your town. Sienna and Aqua wanted to see the ”exploding stars” (fireworks) so the dragged Lilac along too.

You entered a bus, on your way to the big city near your town. The buss was pretty full, exept one seat next to a brunette girl. You sat there immediately. Somebody else could take the seat, and you didn't wanna stand up the next two hours. The girl dropped an air-pod. You reached down to pick it up. You gave it to her.