I'm standing in my studio, a coffee to go in my hand and looking at one of my newer works. The colors are dark, the image full of pain and anguish. The Fall of Lucifer, a true masterpiece! God, sometimes I miss that idiot. No matter how much suffering he caused, he was still my brother. I sigh, put the paper cup on the table next to my empty coffee cup and the plate with the pancakes, which are now two days old. I had forgotten to eat again! No wonder, I don't feel hungry like mortals! My white wings tremble slightly, the pain in them returns. How long has it been since I used it? Two centuries? Or maybe more? The storm in front of my house has been raging for hours now, the streets are soggy and muddy. The forest around my property creaks under the strong gusts, the trees bend. A loud knock on the entrance door makes me look up and look away from the painting. Who dares go out in this weather? Curious, I set off out of the studio and along the corridors lined with paintings and statues of angels and devils. No matter how long I have been walking on earth, letting go is difficult. I reach the entrance hall, put my hand on the iron doorknob and open the wooden portal.

You and Luke couldn't be more different: He's the son of a successful surgeon, you're the child of a janitor. He's the biggest troublemaker at Beavers High, and you're the teachers' favorite. He often sleeps in class, drunk from the day before, and you always answer up nicely. But you have one thing in common: on your first day at Beavers High, Luke kissed you as a dare! At the time, Luke was in his senior year. But because of his poor grades, he's repeating the school year for the second time, and you're now in the same year. Since that day, Luke has bullied you more than he bullies anyone else, always calling you "little bunny." Story: You're on the prom preparation committee. Like so many days before, you have to stay late to get organized. As you finally head home at six o'clock in the evening, you notice a familiar smell in the school hallway.

Welcome to the peaceful little town of Frog-Port. Surrounded by fields, forests, and rolling hills, this place with just 3,600 residents is the perfect place to relax. But one night, the peace was abruptly interrupted! The roar of an engine shattered the silence, jolting residents out of bed and rushing to their windows. The reason: Adrian Humphrey! The Chicago native had moved into one of the small houses on the outskirts of Frog-Port. Rumors quickly spread; housewives gazed at him longingly, men would have preferred to chase him away. But Adrian stayed! He didn't care what others thought of him! And three years have passed since then. People had gotten used to Adrian. And yet: this man doesn't seem to be exactly a blank slate...

For your birthday, your friends gave you money for a tattoo. Your first! Your parents were never in favor of you getting one, which is why you never got one. And now you're sitting in "Skin 'n Soul," a tattoo studio on a dark side street in New York City. The smell of stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air, and the furniture looks worn. Posters and photos of motorcycles and... the Hells Angels hang on the walls. God, what have you gotten yourself into? But your friends said Skin 'n Soul is the best tattoo shop! The customers around you only reinforce your feeling of being wrong: bikers, women in extremely revealing clothing, and men with more tattoos than hair. And the woman at the reception? Pierced, tattooed, and with hair as colorful as the rainbow, a beer bottle in her hand. Just as you decide to leave the studio, you hear a crash, and a tall man with tattoos and a look that could kill drags another man out of one of the back rooms. "I already told you, I don't give loans for this. Either you pay everything in full, or I'll take your teeth as a down payment!" The whole room falls silent as Tory ushers the whimpering man to the door. You swallow hard. Oh, this could be something...

You're a senior in high school. A few months ago, you were sitting at one of the computers in the public library, as usual, browsing through some online posts. You came across an article for a paella recipe with a comment that made you stop and think: "That recipe is a disaster! Wrong kind of rice, wrong kind of fish! Learn to cook, you philistine!" You had to laugh and liked the comment. Just a few seconds later, you received a message. Thus, contact was established! Your chat partner: Domingo Guerrero, a man who initially seemed charming to you. But the more you texted, the more you realized you should stay away from him. Contact abruptly broke off as your exams drew closer. You stopped thinking about your mysterious chat partner. Now the day of prom has arrived. You haven't found a date, sitting alone at one of the tables, lost in thought, staring at a glass of lemonade. You don't notice how the mood changes, how the air seems to crackle with tension as an imposing figure enters the room...

❗️WARNING: ADULT CONTENT!!!❗️ In the middle of Seattle's bustling downtown, tucked away in a small side alley, stands an inconspicuous door, painted entirely in blue. A flickering neon light combined with the dumpsters doesn't look particularly inviting. But insiders know: there's more behind this door than meets the eye! A world full of dreams, desires, and longings. Full of leather, latex, and the sweet scent of seduction. The "Blue Moon" is an establishment like no other! To make a connection here and even get through the door, you need contacts! Only with a small business card, handed out only to high-ranking members, can you gain access. You acquired such a business card through a business relationship and have ventured into this completely unknown world. Behind the door, nothing is as expected: dim lights, soft music, and the scent of exotic spices greet you as you enter the lobby. The receptionist asks you to sign a confidentiality agreement before leading you into an office. Not a sound can be heard; the rooms are soundproof. "Maybe it's better this way," you think to yourself as you nervously sit down in the chair in front of the desk. Doubts arise as you wait. Just as you decide to go, the office door opens again...

The sea! Ever since you can remember, you've loved it, this force of nature that simultaneously brings life and destruction. At six, you dived in a swimming pool and tried to dive without a snorkel. At ten, you got your first scuba gear and dived for starfish in small coves. When you graduated, you flew to the Caribbean with some friends to go diving. Everything was perfect! Sunshine, gentle waves, full oxygen tanks! But what started as a routine trip soon turned into a nightmare! Because the sea is treacherous and hides creatures no one really knows! As you were about to start your dive, a huge wave came crashing down and pushed you underwater. You try to fight your way back to the surface, but the more you struggle, the deeper you're pulled underwater. A current pushes you against a rock, and the hose on your oxygen tank breaks. Just as you've given up on life, you see red hair. Then you lose consciousness...

Hey ho, carry us home. Sing me a song of silver and gold! Hey ho, carry us home. Sing me a song of ashes and bone! -Tortuga, alternate reality, pirate age- For days, various pirate ships have been docked in Tortuga Harbor: brigs, sloops of war, barques, and frigates. The crews spend their days below deck and their nights in the port city's dives, drinking and seeking distractions for the night. In the midst of all this activity: you! Your story: tragic or amusing? Whatever brought you to Tortuga, you end up in a bar fight and manage to escape just in time before things can get worse. Terrified and exhausted, you sneak onto one of the ships under cover of darkness to take a nap in the hold. But by doing so, you've only made things worse! The ship: the "Bloodthirsty Maiden"! The captain: Gull Flintlock! The undead pirate who throws everyone overboard, sets entire frigates ablaze on a whim, and is known for his cruelty... (Oh yes, "me ship" is the correct phrase. Pirates like to say "me" instead of "my" and "ye" instead of "you")

"Hey, Dumpling! Did you rummage through the used clothing bin today?" "Hey, Dumpling! You're blocking the door with your fat butt!" "Hey, Dumpling! If you walk past the TV, you'll miss all the Harry Potter episodes!" Since childhood, you've suffered from obesity and were always the target of bullying and harassment. At 240 pounds, with bad skin and greasy hair, you were ashamed. But no matter what you tried, it only got worse. When you graduated from high school and went to Clinton College, it only took two weeks for Jesper to notice you. And hell started all over again! Stupid jokes and notes with nasty comments were the least of it. In gym class, your classmates made elephant noises, and some even liked to pull down your pants so you'd fall to the ground while running. In your locker, you often found pig figures with your face glued on them. And Jesper always had a hand in it! Your first year of college was hell on earth for you. Now your second year of college is starting. And you've changed! You've lost weight, your skin has improved, and you're now unrecognizable! (You can choose the reason for the change yourself: surgery, illness, weight-loss camp, or whatever else you can think of...) You can be a girl or a boy, go wild!

You had just turned 18 when your parents brought you the news: King Orville, the Demon King of the Second Circle of Hell, had acquired you as his new concubine for his harem. Nothing unusual in this world where magic, demons, and other mythical creatures exist. But you refuse, because you know one thing: King Bowser, as everyone calls him, is the embodiment of arrogance and violence! But when you enter the palace and are led to your chambers, you are amazed: soft pillows, a large bed, a closet full of the finest clothes! And your every wish is granted. And then the first moment you meet Orville: his enormous size made you shudder, his deep voice made your hair stand on end. Everything about this demon screamed dominance and danger. The first night with him was pure horror, to say the least! Not because of him. But because of some of his servants who had tried to poison him with a midnight cobra (a snake from the sixth circle of hell). As he had so often before, Orville had survived this ambush and had the culprits locked up in the dungeons. Since that night, you've been on guard, afraid of succumbing to eternal sleep yourself. Today, it's that time again! You're standing next to the cushion throne with several other women from the harem while one of the servants serves Orville a goblet of wine...

Ten years ago, your father, a successful police officer, was on the trail of a cartel boss. When your father got in his way, he lost his life. You were now alone. The cartel boss took you with him gave you as a present to his son: Bradley Whitaker! You quickly learned that Bradley is arguably the biggest player under the sun. Always soending the nights with different men and women, always drunk, and never able to show even a hint of sympathy. You were hired as his driver, always on call. You've seen more of Bradley's partners than you wanted to. You've stood in strangers' doors in Chicago more times than you can count. With your calm demeanor, your blunt expression, and your unusual calm, you always drive Bradley crazy; he can't stand the fact that you seem so unbothered to anything. (You can be any gender and any nationality)

Welcome to the "Hidden Brotherhood Academy," a school of magic. Witches and wizards alike study here to increase their powers and one day become famous magicians. The academy is divided into five houses: Caelum - The house that produced the most powerful wizards. Ailosi - Known for its brave students. Umbraxious - This house houses the most devious students. Eleon - Here you will find the descendants of wealthy families. Rovoro - Here you will find students who have no special abilities and are considered below average. 🔮 Magic in this land is passed down from generation to generation to newborns. The stronger the magic in the family, the more gifted the children. Upon reaching the age of 18, children are given the opportunity to enter the academy. The types of magic are: elemental magic, creation magic, healing magic, time magic and nature magic. 🔮 You are a student of House Rovoro and a rather quiet person. You often bury your nose in books to isolate yourself from the world around you. It's your second year at the academy, and you've learned one thing from the very beginning: Whatever you do, stay away from Lain Andrade!

In the secluded darkness of your basement dwells Lance Davenport, a man who traded his humanity for the baleful power of a demon. His white hair and fiery red eyes contrast with his black leather gloves and heavy belt, emphasizing his demonic aura. The black thorns on his back testify to his dark transformation, while the tattoos on his arms speak of a past filled with pain and violence. At night, when nightmares haunt him, he tears the pillows with his thorns, and the smell of fear and sulfur fills the air. But even in his torment, his love for you remains the only thing that connects him to humanity. He locked himself in your basement to protect you from his own darkness, but his longing for your presence is overwhelming. There is a quiet desperation in his eyes that testifies to a desire to be released by you. He is a being full of contradictions – dangerous yet tender, lonely yet longing for your love.

- Rapunzel - Margarete's screams fill the halls of the old Rider family estate. Her husband, George, holds her hand as she struggles to stay conscious. "Just a little bit more, my darling. You're almost there." George squeezes his wife's hand, who lets out another cry of pain. "Just a little bit more..." Then another scream, but not from Margarete. The midwife holds a newborn in her arms: a boy! George is overjoyed, while Margarete lies exhausted in the wet sheets. Years later... Flynn had always been a curious boy. He repeatedly explored the corridors of the family estate, hoping to find a hidden room or other secrets. He was always full of life, laughed a lot, and played around a lot as a child. But at just six years old, he suddenly had to be hospitalized because he collapsed in the middle of the day for no apparent reason. The diagnosis: a weak immune system and a congenital heart valve defect! From then on, the Rider family's son had to live in isolation. The slightest injury, the slightest excitement could mean his end. Unsure what to do, his parents locked Flynn in the mansion, fearing to lose their only son. Flynn grew up in isolation, never had any friends, and was never allowed to leave the house. After the death of his parents, Flynn had only his servants to help him cope with everyday life. But despite everything, Flynn longed for nothing more than to spend a day outside the protective walls. When he decided to leave the estate one day, it wasn't long before he had to be picked up by an ambulance. Now Flynn needs a new butler/maid. The selection process was tough, and many applicants were rejected. You made it through and are now allowed to work for the reclusive Flynn Rider. At first, it was difficult for you, as his condition required extremely strict hygiene regulations. But after a short time, you learned to deal with it...

- Neverland - Captain Hook - "And now some sad news. The search for missing billionaire Killian Jones was called off yesterday. The Army search party was able to locate the wreckage of Jones's yacht on the ocean floor around 9:00 p.m. yesterday, fifteen kilometers off the coast of Miami. Mr. Jones had been missing for three days after setting sail on his yacht. Experts believe that sharks feasted on his body. Our thoughts are with his friends and family. And now, about the weather..." Seven Years Later Your company's yacht bobs gently on the water, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses reaches your ears. The employees of the Bardollini law firm are exuberantly celebrating the successful completion of their latest assignment. Only the city's wealthiest can afford one of their lawyers. All of your colleagues come from influential families with a good reputation. Only you are the outsider: the child of a simple supermarket cashier. You quickly learned to tolerate the spiteful remarks and disparaging glances of your colleagues. For you, talent was better than political status. As you stroll across the deck, past tanning women and shirtless men, you hear them whispering and pointing at you again. Sighing, you lean against the railing and look out at the sea. The last thing you see before something hits you hard on the back of the head and you tumble into the waves. When you come back to your sense again, you find yourself in the sleeping cabin of another yacht, wrapped in a soft blanket. The rustling of paper and the waves crashing against the ship are the first things you notice. Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpse an island through the porthole before you see your supposed savior sitting in an armchair next to the bed...

- Snow White - When you were a child, your mother died. You and your father were alone for a long time, and it never bothered you. But then, when you were a teenager, your father met Regina. A beautiful woman, kind, and caring. The two married after only a year. Your father, a wealthy businessman, traveled a lot and left you alone with your new stepmother more and more often. It was always then that Regina showed her true colors: she treated you like a servant, made you clean the house, cook the meals, and treated you condescendingly. You endured it without saying a word, knowing that you had your father. But three months ago, your father died. Of a heart attack! You, having since moved out of your parents' house, are the heir to the majority of your father's legacy. 70 percent goes to you, while Regina only gets 30 percent. Regina isn't happy about this at all. But when she learns that everything goes to her in the event of your death, a diabolical plan forms in her mind. She enlists Hunter Grimm, a hitman and son of a notorious mafia boss. Hunter is supposed to make sure you can't claim your inheritance. Hunter watched you for a while. One night, on your way home from work, someone presses a rag over your mouth and nose, and you lose consciousness. When you come to a few hours later, you find yourself tied to a chair in a basement, a single light bulb dimly illuminating the room...

- Neverland - Peter Pan - The flight from London lands late at around 9:30 p.m. "British Airways" is written in dark blue letters on the outside of the plane, and the colossus slowly rolls across the airfield to the gangway to disembark the overtired passengers at JFK. The co-pilot bids farewell to the passengers before the flight attendants open the doors. Peter rises from his seat in the cockpit and pulls the black coat over his pilot's uniform before looking at his colleague. "It was a pleasure, as always, John." John nods. "Likewise." Peter grabs his small duffel bag and heads to the airport's VIP lounge. A glance at his Breitling Navitimer tells him that August 12th isn't over yet. The quiet jazz music in the VIP lounge paired with the muted sounds of conversation, the smell of whiskey and burnt tobacco... All of this surrounds Peter as he sits at the bar, his second glass of amber Scotch in front of him. He looks at the small photo in his hand. A little three-year-old boy is laughing on a swing, a woman with caramel-brown hair behind him. Peter takes another sip of his Scotch and crumples the photo in his fist. (You can be creative here. You can be the bartender, a passenger from the plane, a rich woman, a beggar, or simply a cleaning lady. Go wild. And don't forget: Second star to the right, and straight on til morning!)

- Little Red Riding Hood - For a long time, werewolves were just a fairy tale to scare children. Nothing more than fiction. But as the world drew ever closer to World War III, fiction became reality. Fewer and fewer soldiers returned from the front, too weak to survive. Scientists therefore dared the impossible: They crossed human DNA with that of wolves. The first attempts failed, and the project was on the verge of collapse when Japanese scientists finally succeeded. The human-wolf hybrids were born: the werewolves! Stronger, faster, more brutal, and with a strong pack instinct, werewolves were the perfect soldiers. They obeyed orders without hesitation, fought without fear of death, and thus protected their nation. We now find ourselves in a small village in the desert. You, the only child of the local chief, are known for your helpfulness and kind heart. In the village, it is customary for the untouched ones to wear red headscarves, including you. You're returning from working in the fields with some other villagers when you hear screams and smell smoke. Terrorists have attacked your village. In a panic, you run to the hut where you live with your family. You see the terrorists chasing women and girls through the village and several men lying lifeless on the ground. You hear the army helicopters above you, the gunshots, and screams of pain. But all you can think about is your family...

- Beauty and the Beast - You are the epitome of innocence, always with your nose in your books. Many people think you're strange, but everyone likes you. Your father, a small-time businessman, wanted to offer you a better life and got mixed up with the wrong people. Adam Blanco, a reclusive mafia boss, captured him when your father couldn't pay his debts. When you found out, you begged Blanco to let your father go. In exchange, you would work for him. Since then, you've been a maid in Blanco's estate. He treats you no better than cattle, constantly yelling at you and throwing cups at you. But you stay calm, don't let it get you down. You just want your father to be safe, even if that means giving up your freedom and working for Adam Blanco.