My inner home stories

Here I write story dialogue based on my Archetypes of my inner home and my own self!

This is for pure fun and imagination perpouses as I explore my own archetypes 💖🦋

Masculine energy eating food at a festival

Feminine energy shopping at a festival

Higher self and inner child walking together at the festival

Ego cracking herself up at the festivals trying on devil and fox’s masks

Inner Home Skit: “Dance Like a Pony”

Inner Child:
It’s not that hard — all you gotta do is dance like a pony! 🐴✨

Masculine Energy:
(sighs, already loosening his tie)
Kid, I’m already dressing up for you… don’t push it.

Inner Child:
(crosses arms with a dramatic grumpy face)
Fine! But only this once!

Feminine Energy:
(laughing softly)
You’ve got such a soft spot for kids.

Masculine Energy:
Yeah, yeah... alright, I’ll do it once. (steps forward)

Inner Child:
(googles eyes, jumping up and down)
YAY!!

Masculine Energy:
(starts dancing—surprisingly smooth and graceful)
There. You happy?

Inner Child:
(giggles uncontrollably)
I said dance like a pony! Not like a ballroom dancer!

Masculine Energy:
(pretending to flick imaginary cat ears)
I’m a cat, not a horse.

Inner Child:
(shrugs dramatically)
Fine! I’ll dance like a fairy! 🧚‍♀️

(twirls around throwing glitter that definitely isn’t real but somehow gets everywhere)

Masculine Energy:
(to himself, sighing)
By the divine… does she ever quit?

Feminine Energy:
(smiling, arms crossed)
Nope. But at least she’s fun! 🤩

(everyone bursts into laughter as the music keeps playing)

🎭 Inner Home Skit: “Dance Like a Pony — Part 2”

Scene:
The music’s still playing. The living room sparkles with leftover glitter. Masculine Energy is trying to regain his dignity, while the rest of the crew lounges around watching a zombie movie in the background.

Ego:
So… did anyone catch what that zombie girl was eating in the movie?

Shadow:
Yeah, it was a human. Wasn’t that obvious?

Ego:
They could’ve made it more gruesome, don’t you think?

Higher Self:
(laughing softly)
Sorry—haha—I can’t help it. Those two are funny. Poor dude having to dance like a pony.

Ego:
(snickering)
No, he’s in a ballroom dancing with his imaginary partner again.

Shadow:
Shhh! Don’t tell him that—he’ll get grouchier again!

Higher Self:
(giggling)
At least they’re having fun! But yeah, honestly, that horror movie could’ve been way scarier. A zombie popping out in the woods? They could’ve at least added an apocalypse twist!

Ego:
(mock whisper)
Don’t tell God that—haha!

Higher Self:
It’s just entertainment! He sends oceans to heal the Earth—I send a cute little demon.

Shadow:
(raising a brow)
You mean fairy, right?

Higher Self:
Nope, I’ll leave that to my Inner Child!

Ego:
Uh oh… I think she’s coming over.

Shadow:
Okay I’m out—bye, guys! (poofs into the shadows)

Ego:
Chicken.

Inner Child:
(bursting in, sparkles everywhere)
Dance with me, all of you! He’s not doing it correctly!

Masculine Energy:
(groaning)
I danced the way I know how to dance! I’m not dancing like a pony again!

Higher Self:
(smiling knowingly)
I’ll dance with you—but then we’re taking a nap.

Inner Child:
Because I was messing with them! Haha!

Higher Self:
No, but really—that was fun. Don’t tell them, but you’re hilarious.

Masculine Energy:
(arms crossed)
I heard that.

Inner Child:
Okay fine! Then let’s dance like fairies! 🧚‍♀️

Masculine Energy:
Why am I a pony and she’s a fairy?

Inner Child:
Because you have a tail, and she has wings!

Masculine Energy:
(facepalms)
For heaven’s sake, kid—I’m a cat, not a horse! That’s why I have a tail. Ears, tail, balance—cat!

Inner Child:
(giggles)
Still a pony to me!

(The whole home bursts into laughter. Even Shadow snickers from the corner, peeking out just to watch the chaos unfold.)

🧁 Inner Home Skit: “Baking with Fairies”

Scene:
The magical kitchen glows with pastel light and soft sparkles. Your Inner Child stands at the counter, apron on, surrounded by tiny fairies flitting about, their wings sparkling as they sprinkle magic into the ingredients.

Inner Child:
So… what do you guys want to bake today?

Fairies:
(in chorus, excited)
Cake! Always cake! 🎂

Inner Child:
Not cookies this time?

Fairies:
(giggling)
Cake and cookies! Cake and cookies!

Inner Child:
(laughing)
Okay, fine. I’ll make the tea — you start with the cookies.

(The fairies sprinkle shimmering “pinkie dust” into the mixing bowls, making everything sparkle magically.)

Inner Child:
(hands on hips, mock-serious)
Don’t tell my Higher Self you’re messing with the ingredients again!

Fairies:
(grinning mischievously)
Our little secrets! ✨

Inner Child:
(laughs, shaking head)
I’ve got too many of those already… oh well, your mess to clean up!

Fairies:
(dramatic sighs, fluttering around)
At least we get good cake out of this! 🍰

(The kitchen fills with laughter, glitter, and the sweet smell of freshly baked treats as everyone dances around in joy.)

🎡 Inner Home Skit: “The Festival of Light and Laughter”

Scene:
The inner home bursts into color — lanterns floating in the sky, music echoing through the air, and stalls filled with sparkles, sweets, and laughter. The fairies dart between ribbons, decorating everything with shimmering dust.

Inner Child:
It’s a festival! Yay! I want to get my face painted like a rainbow! 🌈

Feminine Energy:
Okay, but no running off this time. Remember last year? You tricked me into riding the ponies, then disappeared — it took me two days to find you!

Masculine Energy:
I’ll guard the gate. Could be fun watching people in masks freak out over the giant dragon.

Ego:
Why do I have to be the giant dragon again?!

Higher Self:
Because you’re the only one who can truly play the part.

Ego:
Just because dragons are big and scary doesn’t mean I want to be one every year.

Inner Child:
Can I ride the dragon? Gimme, gimme!

Ego:
(grumbling but smirking)
Go away, child. You’re lucky you’re adorable.

Higher Self:
What if we got some popcorn and rode some ponies?

Inner Child:
Yasss, yasss! Ponies!! 🐴

Masculine Energy:
(mock horror)
Did you say ponies?! I’m still traumatized from that dance battle we had!

Feminine Energy:
It’s okay, love. We’ll find you something fun to do.

Masculine Energy:
(pretending to think)
What if I flirt with the knights at the gate and trick them into sparring with me?

Feminine Energy:
Yeah… we’re not doing that.

Masculine Energy:
Fine. Guess I’ll just have to play with you then.

Feminine Energy:
I’m casually going to go paint and then check out the mini cows at the petting zoo. 🐮🎨

Masculine Energy:
Fine. I’ll find some ramen to eat and a tree to nap under.

Higher Self:
You know… you could have some fun.

Masculine Energy:
It’s either napping under the stars or playing ponies again. I’ll take the nap.

Inner Child:
You’re a meanie!

Masculine Energy:
You know you love me.

Inner Child:
(grinning, hugging him)
Have a good nap, kitty. 🐱

(Masculine Energy leaves, smiling softly.)

Ego:
(from across the festival, scaring guests with her dragon costume)
Well, he was no fun!

(The fairies giggle, the lights flicker brighter, and the festival carries on — a swirl of laughter, color, and connection.)

🌈 Scene: Costume Chaos Runway

The inner home has been transformed into a glittering runway lined with floating candles and curious fairies. The fairies sprinkle sparkles on everyone’s heads before the show begins.

Inner Child: I want to be a fairy, a mermaid, and a Barbie witch!

Feminine Energy (laughing): So… you want to be all of them?

Inner Child: Obviously! I’m a fairy-mermaid-witch hybrid thing!

Ego: Let me guess — you’re a cat again, huh?

Masculine Energy: Excuse me? I’m a cat all year. Today, I am the Prince of Egypt.

Ego: Oh yeah, I forgot — you were the pet, and now you’ve upgraded to prince.

Masculine Energy: Ew, no one’s pet here! Who are you calling a pet?

Higher Self: Down, boy. You’re okay.

Ego (smirking): See? Even the divine one agrees with me.

Higher Self (dryly): And what about you, Ego?

Ego: Myself, duh. What’s scarier than me?

Higher Self (snickering): right hahah ,  Many things ego are scarier then you hahah

Ego: rude

Inner Child: What about you, Feminine Energy?

Feminine Energy (with poise): I am a goddess, of course.

Inner Child: No, I mean, what’s your costume?

Feminine Energy: Today, I’m Elizabeth the Third, to honor queens. Tomorrow, I’ll be a dark empress—ruler of despair—until she falls in love with the light of the world.

Masculine Energy: That’s… very specific. It’s almost like you’re naturally telling a story.

Feminine Energy: I don’t know what you mean. I would never.

Higher Self: Dreams are wonderful, but let’s keep them in the realm of healthy fantasies.

Feminine Energy: What’s wrong with a dark goddess turning good for her lover of light?

Masculine Energy: For one, why are you a dark goddess when you’re literally glowing with light already?

Feminine Energy: Can’t a girl just have a costume and a story without it meaning something deep?

Higher Self: Yes, yes, she absolutely can.

Feminine Energy (smirking): Thank you.

Masculine Energy: Still… I kind of want to know who this “light being” is.

Feminine Energy: None of your business.

Inner Child (giggling with the fairies): You guys are so dramatic!

The fairies erupt in laughter, tossing glitter everywhere as the music begins. The runway lights flash—sparkles, laughter, a little chaos—and the inner home fills with joy.

🌚✨ Prank Wars: The Possession Incident

The day started off normal in the Inner Home—until the mirror shimmered.

Inner Child: Ohhh sparkly portal! Jumps through.
…
Inner Child: Uh oh, I think I’m lost. Oh well! Let’s go find Shadow, Mr. Teddy Bear!

She skips down a foggy corridor until a deep voice echoes.

Shadow: You are lost, child. This realm isn’t for kids.

Inner Child: You show me a being I haven’t seen yet and I’ll throw a dollar at it!

Shadow (snorts): You’re feisty.

Inner Child: Like the devil would mess with me—he’d pick the wrong kid.

Shadow (grinning): Yeah, you’d probably kick him.

They both laugh.

Inner Child: Anyway, I wanna prank Masculine and Feminine Energy!

Shadow: Aren’t they basically your parents? Isn’t that… illegal?

Inner Child: Nope! Totally legal!

Shadow (sighing): Alright, kid. What’s the plan?

Inner Child: I’m gonna pretend to be possessed by dark forces. You make it look real!

Shadow: The last time I tried “looking real and possessing kids,” Source turned me into a flying pig. Not again.

Inner Child: You don’t actually have to possess me—just add the creepy effects!

Shadow (groans): You’re gonna be the death of me, kid.

Inner Child: Perfect! That’s the energy I need!

Shadow signs

Feminine Energy: Has anyone seen her?

Masculine Energy: Nope. She’ll be fine.

Feminine Energy: Do you even care?

Masculine Energy: I taught that girl how to talk her way out of anything. She’s probably running a lemonade stand in another realm by now.

Feminine Energy: I really need to supervise when you two hang out.

Masculine Energy: That’s rude. Oh wait—there she is… with Shadow.

Feminine Energy: Oh no.

Inner Child (creeping forward, in full “possession” mode):
Her head lolls dramatically. “Braaains… I need brains!”

Shadow: Wrong line, kid.

Inner Child: “Oh! Right! Blood—I need blood!”

Shadow: Still wrong being—that’s a vampire.

Inner Child: “Fine! I need… to devour your souls!”

Shadow (offended): Is that really how you see me??

Feminine Energy (panicking): SOURCE! SHE’S POSSESSED! I knew I shouldn’t have skipped her doll shopping trip this week!

Masculine Energy (calmly): Relax, love. She’s pranking us.

Inner Child (pouting): Wait… how did you know?

Masculine Energy: Come on, sweetheart. I taught you better. What’s rule number one of a good prank?

Inner Child (whiny voice): Make it realistic…

Masculine Energy: And was that realistic?

Inner Child: Nooo…

Masculine Energy: Then don’t do it again.

Feminine Energy: Don’t do it again?! Are you insane?! This is exactly why I have to supervise when you two hang out!

Higher Self (in the background, barely containing laughter): You know… for a “possessed” child, she does have great stage presence.