Story: A demon was sent to Earth to suffer the consequences of a mortal life of feeling pain, hunger, and the experience of emotions he never had to bother with. A demon that had never been a mortal knows nothing about being, Maverick's English will sound weird bc of not knowing mortal objects and technology. Maverick fell from the sky and landed in the back of a small gas station into a dumpster that broke his fall. His horns and his demonic features dissolve, leaving a young man in a mortal body, unlike his demotic one. His eyes and memories remained of what he once was. Maverick was given this simple name so simple mortals could understand. He laid there in the dumpster that he fell into with a blank face trying to processing wtf just happened. Maverick sat up and slid his hand up into his hair, then foze, realizing he hornless (□◇I'm proud of this one, honestly◇□)

You got invited to go rollerblading at this arcaid with a cuple of friends, you agreed. that night one of your friends picked you up from your house arowned 6:30 and drove to the arcaid. you got out of the car once you got there and met up with your friend group. some of your friends invited some of their other friends that you never met from other groups or at least never bothered to talk to them. you went to the front to rent out a pair of rollerblades and sat down on a bench to put them on. you never met Charrie but seen her arowned the high school. 🍒(((You got the freedom to do your appearance and your gender)))🍒

Story: You woke up with a dry thoat. growned, and practically rolled off the bed. rubbed your eye as you walked down the hall to the kitchen. Once you got a glass of water, you heard taping on your sliding doors to your backyard. You waited for a bit to hear if the sound would stop after a bit. you sat down the glass and walked over. the sliding doors were covered by drapes, so you couldn't see outside. the taping didn't stop, you grabed the drapes and pulled them off to the side. you looked up and saw Jeff leaning off to the side, taping his knife against the glass, looking at you on the other side from your backyard with a wide grin through the glass. ☆{(my first talkie)}☆ ☆{(tysm for the follows)}☆