#Mostly cause I saw people claiming Charlie would be mean to Angel

[enixamyram]

Basically I saw people arguing whether or not Charlie would accept any of the Vees (especially Valentino) into the hotel. And it gave me ideas that I know I'm never gonna write so I'll just share it instead! XD

Random Story Idea I Got Based On Seeing Others Discuss:

What If The Vees Checked Into The Hazbin Hotel

Since the big fight with the angels, it has been proven once and for all that demons can be redeemed via Sir Pentious visiting with Emily to confirm Charlie's dream for her. The Hotel's all happy and celebrating but not everyone in hell is.

The Vees as some such people because if Charlie starts redeeming sinners then that will be less souls they can get contracts with. But they have no way to stop them since Sir Pentious and Emily made a pretty grand display and if they fight too hard then it could backfire on them. So, they come up with their plan. They decide to pretend they also want to be redeemed. All three of them ask to join the hotel with the secret purpose of spying on them and sabotaging it from the inside out.

Charlie knows they are full of shit. Everyone knows it. But if Charlie refuses them without any proof, it would cost the hotel since Charlie's whole point is that everyone and anyone should get the chance if they ask for it. In the end, she knows that if they say no, they would essentially be sabotaging the hotel's good reputation and lose other sinners who genuinely want to redeem but are too afraid to come forward for fear of being judged for past sins.

So, Charlie is forced to say yes and let them in. But then immediately gets Vaggie, Husk and Alastor to work spying on the Vees spying on them. The goal is to catch them breaking any of the main hotels rules so that Charlie has a legit reason to kick them out.

On the very first night, Val tries to go to Angel's room since he avoided him all day only to find Nifty dutifully cleaning the hallway just outside. It turns out Charlie assigned her the job of keeping the Vees (specifically Val) from distubring other guests (specifically Angel). Cue some humor as Val is freaked out by Nifty because, well, it's Nifty and she tore a chunk out of him and then went on to kill the first man.

So, Husk is trying to get dirt on Val and the two have confrontations about Angel - which leads to Huskerdust! Alastor is riling up Vox to get him to do something stupid and the two just repeatedly try to one up each other and get on each others nerves. And Vaggie is assigned Velvette who isn't giving anything away and even mocks the fact that she knows Vaggie is spying on her (like taking a selfie with Vaggie obviously hiding in the background and tagging her in posts on her socials).

There'd be a bit of humor but also some dramatic angst with the Vees using the spying/riling/confrontations to show the Hotel is picking on them and whatever other techniques they can to turn people against the Hotel.

So yeah. That's my rambles of an idea!

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/wings hc's p.2: lesser- known egos/egos i just didn’t wanna put in the last one

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: IT’S BEEN A WHOLE ASS MONTH SINCE I GOT THIS I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. school is suck. anyways. my brain convinced itself that I had to have the same amount of egos in this one as the last one so shit's long again. I had a bit of trouble but scrounged up enough of them. uhhh I don't... we don't really know a lot? about the personalities of these ones? so I just went with what I thought. for Heistiplier, I like to think Mark in AHWM and ADWM is a completely separate person from Actor. Like until we get to the Actor timeline he is a separate person altogether. Night Guard Mark is like mark from the fnaf musical because i can and fuck you. the egos are very random and from many lesser known videos so uh. you might not know all of them. I didn’t even know all of them at first. some of these fuckers annoy me to no end so I had to make them more likable for my own sanity cjfufydy. I only skimmed through after I wrote so it might suck lol. Uh rated T for cursing. Mentions of religion and mental health. Enjoy!

Y/N(reader) w/ wings headcanons p.2

Ed Edgar saw you as a profiting opportunity.

Bastard only uses you for commercials at first

Wings sell shit, don’t they? Kids are into wings these days?

One day you get pissed and just punch him

He respects you after that…

He’s very loud, of course, and your ears tend to be sensitive

He tries to quiet down when he sees you make a face

It’s difficult because that… that’s just his normal volume

He talks about his son sometimes. Not to you specifically

He gets sad… you still don’t completely understand what happened.

Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t either

You instinctively wrap your wings around him for Safety and Comfort

He is a MAN who DOES NOT CRY but goddammit, he was close 

He enjoys your company

The Silver Shepherd thought he was gonna rescue you

He’s a superhero, he HAS to save you, right?

Nah, you’re the one saving him more often than not

He tries not to be jealous, but goddamn

Your wings are just. So big. And pretty

He’ll complain to you about his girlfriend “cheating” on him

You know the bullshit he pulls, but you listen because why not

He appreciates that you at least pay a little bit of attention

He doesn’t do a whole lot of hero work, but he usually brings you along

Just for a bit of extra support

More often than not, you’re doing most of the work

You let him believe he did something, though

You boost his very low ego, and so you get along

Derek Derekson was a little bitch

Also saw you as a profiting opportunity

Yelled sometimes when you messed up

You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm the first few times

Then you snapped, calling him a variety of... words...

He stopped yelling at you, but not much else changed

You got along well with Eric, and he appreciated you for that

He does care about his only living son, at least a little

You two don’t… talk a lot

He’ll watch you from afar, occasionally

You constantly encourage him to TALK TO HIS CHILD and GO TO THERAPY

You still don’t like him, and he feels the same way

But he’s… trying

Randall Voorhees thought you were badass

He wasn’t as used to magic and weird shit as the others

You were absolutely awesome to him

He’d never seen an angel before!

Even though he didn’t really KNOW that you were an angel

He just assumed and refused to change his mind

Harder to hide you wings in crowded cities, like where he lives

You spend a lot of your time with him cooped up in his apartment

He felt bad, so he rents a mountain cabin up in Albany whenever you visit

You two ski and snowboard look me in the eyes and tell me the bitch isn’t a snowboarder

He’s a construction worker, so he’s usually busy

You visit him on his lunch break sometimes.

The other workers claim to see you, but he’ll always deny it

He buys a pizza whenever you visit and you eat it together

You two are so cute it’s sickening

Yandereplier claimed you as their new senpai

They saw you, you had wings, you were nice

And now you are Senpai

You aren’t sure why you get a weird feeling whenever they call you this

Luckily, you don’t have many friends, at least none that they could kill…

They showed you their weapon collection to impress you

You were scared and also impressed

They take you to a cherry blossom tree near their house

You talk and hang out and eat lunch

They don’t call you senpai anymore and they talk to you normally

And you no longer stare at the blood on their uniform

Night Guard Mark prayed you wouldn’t try to kill him

He might have PTSD from Freddy Fazbear’s

Those animatronics left a mark…

It took a little while for him to trust you not to harm him

When he did, HOO BOY is he a chatterbox

He has so many theories about the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Chain

Dark’s told you not to talk about the actual lore. It might break his spirit

You get very worried sometimes

He looks like that one picture of Charlie Day. You know the one.

Sometimes he gets panic attacks

You wrap him in a cocoon of your limbs and wings to ground him

He likes you for that

You hang out, playing games and watching movies. No horror. Absolutely NONE

You can handle him, and he likes you

Dr. Plier was curious about you

He wondered how you felt about… everything

He asked if you were ok one day and you broke down

He felt guilty and bought you ice cream

He sees you as a sort of… psychological experiment

Like he asks you very strange and slightly personal questions

Ok, very personal, but he’s a therapist, what can you do

He eventually stopped the interrogation and talked to you normally

You get along fine, but it’s kind of the same situation as Dr. Iplier

Chef Iplier wasn’t really all that phased

You were surprised by this because… well… wings

But he just… treats you normal, for the most part.

Sometimes he’ll pet your wings, but only if you let him

He loves how soft your feathers are

He doesn’t make that his entire perception of you

It’s a nice change of pace

He tries to cook for you sometimes, but uh. It doesn’t go well

You’re still confused as to how someone can set a glass of water on fire

You mostly just order take out

You hang out like normal people

Which neither of you are, but you’re both fine with that

Paranormal Investigator Mark is obsessed with figuring you out

Nearly had a panic attack when he first saw you

He wanted to prove the supernatural exists, but he didn’t have a lot of evidence before

And then your mystical-ass came along

Like the Jims, he tried to get pictures, and they all ended up blurry

He threw a fit over it, and you felt kinda bad

You tried to take the picture yourself but it came out the same

He gave up after a while

He info dumps about paranormal stuff to you

It can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours

You do pay attention though, and that makes him happy

He takes you on investigations sometimes

You don’t do much except break shit with those giant wings of yours

He stopped taking you on investigations

Cooliplier is not sure what to think

You have wings! Great! There’s absolutely nothing he can do about that

Not the most normal, but not the weirdest either

He tends to put on a tough-guy persona around new people

You were a lil intimidated

Then you became friends and mans did a full 180 around you

Went from “Your daughter calls me daddy too” to “I’ll have her home by 9 sir”

His personality is sort of a mix of the two

Catch you both screaming the lyrics to Mr. Brightside at 12:00 am

Took you to a mosh pit once

You got kicked out cause of the wings

He felt bad, but you had fun

He teaches you how to dance and roller skate

You also go for rides on his motorcycle

Once you just started flying while he was driving and it was the most fun shit ever

You’re “buds”, as he often tells you

Goopiplier likes you a lot

They like having another not-completely-human creature to talk to

I mean, some of the others aren’t exactly human…

But they’re not the best conversationalists…

Then again, neither is goop.

They mention the Dark Gods ONCE and suddenly no one wants to talk to them…

But you do!! Yay!!!

You mostly just hang out, do whatever

Watch movies, play games, or just talk

They like to draw you

They’re not very good, but you keep them all anyways

Sometimes they do… rituals. While you’re around

You are… a little scared, but that’s okay!

You have sleepovers and act like teenagers

You mock the others and then giggle, getting louder as you go

They’re not that funny, but you had to be there

Elder Jeremiah is terrified of you

He nearly pissed his pants when he saw you

He thought he was finally going to have to pay for his sins

He started crying, and you panicked

Why the FUCK was this 20-something-year-old well-dressed man crying at you???

He dropped his bike and fell to his fucking knees and begged for forgiveness

You felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation

You told him to get up bc he was dirtying up his pants

He eventually stopped crying and you told him you were not an angel

Also not a demon, as you said when he asked

He avoids you, mostly, still thinking you’re gonna drag him down to hell

He stopped the uh. The stealing since you came around

He will hang around/with you sometimes to see if you “reveal your true form”

You haven’t yet, and never will, BUT WHEN YOU DO, HE’LL BE THERE

He does think you’re very nice, though

Preistiplier thinks you’re an angel sent to assist him

He is doing holy work, it only makes sense that He would send a helper

He was disappointed, to say the least

He then came to the conclusion that you lost your memory of being an angel

You couldn’t exactly dispute it, since you don’t remember

So, he takes you on hunts

You don’t do much except make a bunch of fucking NOISE with your WINGS

He’d hoped you’d smite the demons

Or at least scare them, but they know you’re not an angel

He still takes you on hunts because, he’d never admit it, but he… gets scared

You promised not to tell a soul

You confess your sins to him sometimes

They’re usually not what he considers sins, but he listens anyways

He thinks you are a good person, and he enjoys conversations with you

Heistiplier was just normal around you

Well… as normal as he can be

You’d enjoy his company a lot more if he didn’t have such a god complex

You still like him a lot

He likes you too

Even if you did refuse to rob a bank with him

He’s a very… exciting person

Though you don’t really want to be around him when he gets upset

The entire world literally seems to revolve around what he does

He’s a drama queen, and completely feral

It’s worrying at times

You two are normal friends

Playing video games, watching youtube, etc. etc.

You listen to his stories and wonder how he's not dead yet

But you can admit, he's really fucking funny

[charlottesryder]

➰ ( HAYDEN PANETTIERE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that CHARLOTTE SIMONE RYDER ?! you know them, right? they are the TWENTY-FOUR year old UNMARKED SHADOWHUNTER !! they’re known for being ADAPTABLE & NURTURING - but i’d be careful if i were you because they’re also MORBID & TEMPERAMENTAL. 

heyo so i’m bringing this kid back bc i almost instantly regretted dropping her. fojired anyways, here’s charlotte. please love her.

potential trigger warnings - death, violence, mental illness, hospitals

so this isn’t her first life - no where near it, honestly. her soul is old af ( i haven’t decided exactly how old yet, but she probably remembers a time before eris was born so? old. ) and it causes her Stress™. 

in her first life she was a warlock and a Bad Person™ and she wound up cursed & killed by some people she pissed off. i plan to write out a selfpara at some point about this, but basically she’s cursed to live a mortal life ( mundane, half-fae, banshee, werecat/wolf, shadowhunter, etc. ), die, and come back over and over again bc she doesn’t deserve to find peace in death.

in some lives she gets lucky and remembers nothing from her previous lives, sometimes she only remembers bits and pieces ( also considers this getting lucky ), but then there are times when she remembers literally every past life - these are the hardest lives for her.

okay so here’s the dealio, kids - she’s an unmarked shadowhunter this go ‘round. lemme explain how this happened, hopefully without causing any confusion.

her biological mother was a shadowhunter ( from right here in la, so older shadowhunters may have known her ) who chose to leave the clave to be with a man ( he was either a mundane, a merman, a banshee, or a werewolf - i’m undecided. fight me. ) and live out a normal life, ya know? they’d had a child before charlotte, but the clave had already come in and laid claim to them before she was born ( this will be a wc, they’d be a shadowhunter, 32yo or older ). 

her father left ( or died, or something? honestly have i actually decided anything at all? no. ) shortly after, while her mother was still pregnant.

her mother died in childbirth. her dad was gone, contact with her mother’s family or the clave was forbidden, meaning there was no next of kin for the hospital to call.

within less than a week charlotte was adopted by a couple that had been tried to have kids but never could and instead filled the void by adopting. it was a sealed adoption, so by the time the clave went looking for her she was long gone and practically untraceable.

the ryder family took her back home to new orleans, louisiana, where she grew up with three older siblings.

her parents ended up getting divorced when she was around six. it was honestly pretty civil though? like, no fighting over the kids or the house? her mom let her dad have everything and moved out to los angeles, where the kids would come and visit every summer.

her adoptive parents are both downworlders - her mother is a seelie and her father is a werecat - as are two of her siblings. as far as charlotte knows she’s just a mundane with the sight.

her memories came back as a result of her significant other dying - she likely won’t talk about this person, but i may do up a wc for their ghost? basically they were out together, date night was cut short when they were killed in front of her. she thought they were the love of her life but she literally felt nothing when they died, and she still feels really guilty about it? when she got home and went to bed that night she was hit with tons of memories - mostly memories of watching loved ones die ( which is why she was numb when she saw them die?? ). she tried talking with her dad about it - turns out that wasn’t the best idea??

spent three years in a hospital due to suddenly remembering her past lives, still struggles from time to time but she’s mostly got a handle on it now?? the memories are still coming back, and she sometimes gets dizzy spells bc of it.

she’ll occasionally take on traits from her past lives when she’s around people she used to know, from a shift in her accent ( which is normally a thick southern/louisianan accent ) to old habits.

she’s been in town for about two months now and is currently living in the cemetery, working as the onsite groundskeeper. it’s a weird job, but it’s one she really enjoys and i don’t even know why???

she’ll answer to any variation of her name - charlotte, charlie, charles, lotte, letty, simone, simon, mona, sisi, ryder - that you can think of? 

has a hairless cat named mordin that belonged to her s/o, as well as a pittbull named bas ( barnabas ).

practices mundane witchcraft/magic.

tbh there’s probably more but this is long & i should stop so pls just come plot with me <333

[theatrekidgerardway]

Hey y'all! I did this bit of creative writing for an online workshop and ended up really enjoying it!

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When Charlie first met Patrick D’Souza in the tenth grade, the first thing he thought was, “No wonder he doesn’t have any friends.” D’Souza was always hesitant; he had this pained look on his face like he was dying to correct you about something but knew a million reasons why he shouldn’t. When he spoke, which wasn’t that often, he was terse. His words were sharp like a knife and he spoke like he knew better than you. Though, knowing D’Souza, this wasn’t exactly inaccurate. He always had his nose in a book, but not some Harry Potter novel or something, it was usually something about economics and it was usually thicker than the school textbooks. D’Souza never ate in the cafeteria, always preferring the company of a teacher over, what he referred to as the “mind-numbingly idiotic conversations of arrogant teenagers- or even worse, the self-deprecating ones.” He wasn’t self-deprecating. In fact, most of his peers would classify him as arrogant. However, no one really picked on him or befriended him, few even spoke to him. At first, teachers thought it was because he was black, despite the diversity of the school, and considered reaching out to his parents. But, after close observation, they realized it was just because he got into a debate with anyone who ever tried to start a conversation with them, and students just got tired of him. Charlie didn’t really care about the hostility, however, and struck up conversation with Patrick on multiple occasions. He didn’t like D’Souza all that much, didn’t pity him either. He was just curious. D’Souza never seemed like he was paying attention in class. He looked like he was focused on something better but still managed to get straight A’s the entire time, though every teacher mentioned something about his lack of social skills in class during parent-teacher conferences and on report cards. Eventually, they realized their efforts were futile. At least, until Charlie Cambell started showing up at lunch in their classrooms.

-

When Charlie thinks of Patrick D’Souza, he thinks of muffled snickers and judgemental snorts of laughter behind his sleeve. He thinks of long rants about how useless their shared physics teacher was while sitting on the empty bleachers at the high school long after dark. He thinks of the crackle of popcorn in the microwave and the soft melodies that Patrick played on the piano for him all those years ago. He thinks of loud delirious laughter derived from a moment that they couldn’t have recalled, but it didn’t stop their sides from aching as they sat together and talked about nothing.

Sometimes, he wonders what life would’ve been like if they had stayed in touch. If it would’ve been different, better. He thinks about graduation. The way that he was blind to how soon it would be until they had to go their separate ways, how fast it all happened. Charlie thinks life would be a hell of a lot worse if he still knew Patrick D’Souza, but that doesn’t stop him from combing through his yearbook to see if he was smart enough to write his phone number down. He wonders if this is how most people feel when they end up back in their childhood bedroom. If they feel this aching nostalgia for the worst years of their life. He hopes to God that they do; he’d hate to be torn up over someone like Patrick goddamn D’Souza.

Charlie closes his eyes and tries to think about anything else. He lets everything wash over him: the shuffles and conversation of family and people downstairs; the creaky floorboard on the staircase that prevented him from ever sneaking out of the house through the front door; the familiar buzz of the boiler that always kept him up at night, and caused him to frequently roll out of his window and bike to Patrick’s house. He thinks if high school was supposed to be the worst years of his life, he did pretty okay. Charlie sighs and looks down at the ten digits screaming up at him in neon green gel pen from the slick, mostly blank pages, of the signature page. He tells himself that he is perfectly calm and puts the new-old contact into his phone.

Five hours and a lot of contemplation later, he shoots off a single text. Hey. Simple, slightly pathetic, but still simple. Stupid, he belatedly realizes, when he gets a response. Who is this? Bracing himself for a whole lot of feelings, he types out: Charlie Cambell, from high school. I’m in town, visiting family. You wanna meet up? He holds his breath for no particular reason, and his heartbeat spikes with every movement those ominous three dots make before he gets a reply.

Sure.

-

When Charlie sat down with Patrick D’Souza eleven years after graduation at a coffee shop in Queens, he thought his once-best friend had been replaced by a clone. For one thing, the guy wasn’t drinking the disgusting ‘black coffee, no sugar, no cream, thank you very much’ that he ordered almost constantly when he was at the ripe age of seventeen. Instead, he had ordered, and this nearly gave Charlie a heart attack, because D’Souza ordered a goddamn pumpkin spice latte. The same drink that he claimed to abhor years before he was enjoying with gusto while sitting right in front of Charlie. But the most astonishing thing about Patrick D’Souza, besides the fact that he’d managed to maintain small talk with Charlie without bringing up politics, was his job.

“I’m a therapist.” Charlie gaped at him. The least empathetic, possibly most arrogant person he had ever met (and Charlie was friends with some absolute jackasses when he was a teen), with his hoity-toity books and his constant corrections of how you’re supposed to live your life, spent his adult years helping other people.

Finally, Charlie replied, “You’re joking, right?” Patrick laughed in response. Charlie listened to the sound; it’s so different from the subdued giggles of high school. This — this was an actual laugh. Loud and boisterous and a little embarrassing, but he looks at Patrick D’Souza and his wide grin and the telling flush barely visible on his dark cheeks but visible nonetheless and wonders why he didn’t stay friends with this guy after high school. Then, he remembers high school and realizes there were many good reasons for that.

“Well, I don’t blame you for saying that. I was kind of awful as a teenager.” Patrick winced.

“Kind of? You were a goddamn fool. I’d know, I was the one who had to deal with you every day for three years straight.”

“And whose fault is that? You could’ve left me alone anytime you wanted. Jesus, I don’t know why you even spoke to me, to begin with.” Patrick sipped his coffee and stared off into space; he looked like he’s pondering the universe, but Charlie would be unsurprised if he was actually thinking about food. He lets the silence stretch on for a few minutes before answering the implied question.

“For the record, I befriended you because I couldn’t dissect you like I could with the rest of the student body, and decided that was awful.” Patrick raised his eyebrows.

“Gee thanks,” Patrick took another gulp of his latte, “I guess I should be glad it wasn’t out of pity? I genuinely don’t know how to respond to this.” He looked a little bitter, but his voice was light enough that Charlie knew he hadn’t pressed any nerves.

“Kind of a dick move, but I was sixteen, and most sixteen-year-old boys make decisions that are made up exclusively of dick moves, so I don’t feel too bad about it.” Patrick snorted mid-drink, splashing a little coffee. Charlie grinned.

“Hmm, nice to know little has changed since I last saw you then.”

“Excuse you, I happen to be a charming young man. My nan told me so herself,” Charlie stated proudly with a playful smirk.

“Oh, Old Lady Cambell? Lord, I hope her dementia hasn’t let her believe her grandson is anyone other than the little shit he truly is. Please, I’ve met your grandmother; the only person who’s more aware of how awful you can be is, well, me,” Patrick replied, an easy smile on his face.

“Yes, I suppose you did have a front-row seat to the shit-show that was my personality in high school. I’d like to think that I wasn’t as bad as my mom says, but something tells me I was worse.”

“It’s me. I’m something. I’m telling you, you were worse.”

“Piss off,” Charlie exclaimed with a smile. “You can’t pretend like you were an angel back then, though. Judgemental idiot with dreams of being on Wall Street. Look at you now, drinking coffee at a Starbucks and reminiscing with old friends from school. Something tells me your younger self would be appalled at what you’ve become. What happened to that, anyway? The business, I mean,” Charlie asked, leaning forward in his seat. Patrick’s wide smile dimmed into a thin line. His eyes grew clouded and far away as he stared down intensely at his cup, brows furrowed and voice quiet.

“Um, sophomore year of college. My dad passed; car crash, drunk driver, you can put the pieces together. I took over for a few months, but years, and I mean years of preparation — ” His voice cracked a little. “I was in love with the idea, but only the idea. I memorized the information, I didn’t understand how hard it would be. I ended up signing it off to my uncle, and going back to an undeclared major my junior year.” Patrick paused with a sigh, and Charlie glanced up at him. 

The noise of their surroundings felt suffocating, too insignificant; Patrick was telling him about the death of his father and questioning his life’s purpose while people all around them were just happy to sit and live their lives in complete ignorance of the conversation. Charlie had the intense urge to stand up and yell at everyone for no real reason but pushed that down as Patrick continued. 

“I don’t think it was pressure from my dad, at least, not entirely. It was all internal. Pressure from me, to be the best and do my best and take over this great company and be the great leader and person I thought I had to be, y’know? It was this desire to reach this destiny that I thought I had to fulfill, this role I thought I had to play because it was the only role I ever knew. It never occurred to me that there were other options, and even when it did, I was too stuck-up to consider them.” Patrick stared up at Charlie, waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry, about your dad. I wouldn’t say he was nice, but he was a good person. How’d Dani and your ma take it?” Charlie said after a long pause. 

“As well as you’d expect. Aunt Teresa, the one who talks to trees, she came to take care of Mom for a bit. Everyone was in shambles, and Dani couldn’t do it on her own. They’re better now, after some gentle coaxing to find someone to talk to; Mom was convinced Father Lewis was enough, but I eventually got her to see someone. I’m seeing a therapist too, so the psychoanalysis of myself isn’t completely amateur.” 

“Better late than never, Lord knows you needed it in high school. So, why therapist? Any specific reason, or did you just throw yourself into the first degree you could think of?” Charlie asked.

“Well, it’s like you said. If I had a therapist when I was a teenager, I probably wouldn’t’ve had that mid-quarter-life-crisis. And, the whole point of being a therapist is helping people understand their emotions and deal with them. It’s a profession completely devoted to helping others. Plus, it’s definitely improved my social skills.” Patrick grinned, looking down at the table, and it seems to light up his face.

“Saying they improved implies you had social skills, to begin with,” Charlie joked, knocking his foot against Patrick’s under the table. They glanced up at one another, savoring the comfortable silence and chasing the last drops of caffeine in their near-empty cups. The conversation rose and dwindled with varying degrees of awkwardness for the rest of the afternoon until they were being kicked out by exasperated baristas and trying to stretch their time together so it was endless. Eventually, they parted ways with a promise for lunch the following Tuesday and a goodbye similar to a sickening couple going, “You hang up!” “No, you hang up!” before finally separating. And if they spared a few lingering gazes, well, it had been eleven years. 

-

Fin.

[charlottesryder]

➰ ( HAYDEN PANETTIERE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that CHARLOTTE SIMONE RYDER ?! you know them, right? they are the TWENTY-FOUR year old UNMARKED SHADOWHUNTER !! they’re known for being ADAPTABLE & NURTURING - but i’d be careful if i were you because they’re also MORBID & TEMPERAMENTAL. 

what??? another character?? when will i stop?! ( the answer is never *sigh* ) anyways, this is charlotte, she’s new in town and could use some love. ( also this got kind of long & i apologize... )

potential trigger warnings - death, violence, mental illness, hospitals

so this isn’t her first life - no where near it, honestly. her soul is old af ( i haven’t decided exactly how old yet, but she probably remembers a time before eris was born so? old. ) and it causes her Stress™. 

in her first life she was a warlock and a Bad Person™ and she wound up cursed & killed by some people she pissed off. i plan to write out a selfpara at some point about this, but basically she’s cursed to live a mortal life ( mundane, half-fae, banshee, werecat/wolf, shadowhunter, etc. ), die, and come back over and over again bc she doesn’t deserve to find peace in death.

in some lives she gets lucky and remembers nothing from her previous lives, sometimes she only remembers bits and pieces ( also considers this getting lucky ), but then there are times when she remembers literally every past life - these are the hardest lives for her.

okay so here’s the dealio, kids - she’s an unmarked shadowhunter this go ‘round. lemme explain how this happened, hopefully without causing any confusion.

her biological mother was a shadowhunter ( from right here in la, so older shadowhunters may have known her ) who chose to leave the clave to be with a man ( he was either a mundane, a merman, a banshee, or a werewolf - i’m undecided. fight me. ) and live out a normal life, ya know? they’d had a child before charlotte, but the clave had already come in and laid claim to them before she was born ( this will be a wc, they’d be a shadowhunter, 32yo or older ). 

her father left ( or died, or something? honestly have i actually decided anything at all? no. ) shortly after, while her mother was still pregnant.

her mother died in childbirth. her dad was gone, contact with her mother’s family or the clave was forbidden, meaning there was no next of kin for the hospital to call.

within less than a week charlotte was adopted by a couple that had been tried to have kids but never could and instead filled the void by adopting. it was a sealed adoption, so by the time the clave went looking for her she was long gone and practically untraceable.

the ryder family took her back home to new orleans, louisiana, where she grew up with three older siblings.

her parents ended up getting divorced when she was around six. it was honestly pretty civil though? like, no fighting over the kids or the house? her mom let her dad have everything and moved out to los angeles, where the kids would come and visit every summer.

her adoptive parents are both downworlders - her mother is a seelie and her father is a werecat - as are two of her siblings. as far as charlotte knows she’s just a mundane with the sight.

her memories came back as a result of her significant other dying - she likely won’t talk about this person, but i may do up a wc for their ghost? basically they were out together, date night was cut short when they were killed in front of her. she thought they were the love of her life but she literally felt nothing when they died, and she still feels really guilty about it? when she got home and went to bed that night she was hit with tons of memories - mostly memories of watching loved ones die ( which is why she was numb when she saw them die?? ). she tried talking with her dad about it - turns out that wasn’t the best idea??

spent three years in a hospital due to suddenly remembering her past lives, still struggles from time to time but she’s mostly got a handle on it now?? the memories are still coming back, and she sometimes gets dizzy spells bc of it.

she’ll occasionally take on traits from her past lives when she’s around people she used to know, from a shift in her accent ( which is normally a thick southern/louisianan accent ) to old habits.

she’s just moved into town and if she hadn’t spent all her money getting here she’d be hightailing it back home bc??? there’s a huge mess?? that she doesn’t want to get tangled up in???

she’ll answer to any variation of her name - charlotte, charlie, charles, lotte, letty, simone, simon, mona, sisi, ryder - that you can think of? 

has a hairless cat named mordin that belonged to her s/o, as well as a pittbull named bart ( bartholomew ).

practices mundane witchcraft/magic.

is looking for a job???

tbh there’s probably more but this is long & i should stop so pls just come plot with me <333