#is there another name for this ship i coulda sworn

[eeveekitti]

hi love

can you please draw sea bomb.... arti + hunter + riv pls

my beloved

i aint doing all my colored lines for these sorry chat

[innitnotfound]

On either month 11 or 12, whichever white heron is. (Which I'm 99% sure is 12 but WHATEVS)

Uhhhhh nothing *much* of note? I got another dark seal from the previous months battle tho, so that's cool

Uhhhhhhh I have Ashe, Sylvian, (Coulda sworn I made an update where I mentioned I got Ashe and Sylvian???? But whatev) Felix and Ingrid now! (Probably not *everyone* I got but off the top of my head) Hoping to get petra to ship with Ashe, plus she's probably just a good unit. and also Mercedes if I have the time. If not, no biggie

Also i'mma make flayn my dancer! It's just a good use for her :) I'm planning on making Dorothea the master magic class that I can't remember the name of

and now we get into spoiler territory! spoilers ahead for academy phase y'all

For starters, I don't actually think Tomas was always *Insert sorcerer dude's name here*? Like it mentions he was at the academy for 40 years (or something like that) on a reco, Went BACK to the place that recommended him, and then came back the year before we started teaching. I think somewhere in between going back to the place that recommended him and coming back, he was kidnapped and swapped out for what's his name. Solan or whatever. It's just.... 40 years is a LONG ass time to wait to betray somebody. I'm suspicious

Also I just have a fucking god living in my head apparently?????? Pog ig but I really said "I don't need your cult blessing" at one point so hopefully she doesn't take that too harshly 😶

I've been playing three houses, my thoughts so far:

I'm on chap 3 so no spoilers!!!

I was gonna go black eagles for the waifu for lifu edelgard (which ISN'T fucking pronounced ellegaard btw??? My brother has trouble reading sometimes so he told me how to say it and I was like "lol okay" and then I was talking to the students and they said her name and I was like "??? wtf") And then I met Claude's dumbass and I went "fuck"

Anyways I went for golden deer, sorry ellie 💔 maybe I'll romance you next time

Anyways I'm gonna recruit Bernadetta (she's my daughter) and Dorothea (Future Wife ❤️) in golden deer please that's all I want in life

I'm on the 6th month and in the middle of a battle. Marianne (Blue haired girl) and Claude are on C support. They do the stables together every Saturday(?) :)

And I'm on C support with Bernadetta my lovely daughter 💝 haven't gotten any support with Dorothea tho, so I gotta do that

TO BE CONTINUED BUT THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE SO FAR!

[cheese-induced-madness]

coulda sworn i had anon asks enabled. oh well.

i admit i kiiiiiiiinda went a little overboard with this one. I wanted to have the reader and wg reuniting as the focal point and i couldn't really do it justice with just one or two bullet points, so we're kicking this off with a ficlet and then whatever doesn't take place in the initial meeting will be tacked on as a sort of headcanon bonus round! so, without further adieu, please enjoy the first wordgirl fic i've ever written (never thought i'd write those words in my life):

First Contact

Fair City was particularly wary of alien ships suddenly landing on earth after the recent incident with Miss Power, so when you emerged from your own spacecraft on the planet that your long lost daughter now calls home, the reaction from the general public was rather... on guard. Not outwardly hostile from most people, but many were fearful when you floated gracefully from the cockpit in true Lexiconian fashion. Tense silence broke and gave way to hushed, nervous whispers as your feet touched the ground and you turned your gaze to the skies, a determined expression gracing your features.

You knew the name she had been given by the denizens of the world she protected. You knew she was brave and driven, and wouldn't hide away if she thought you may pose a threat. You just hoped she could hear you from wherever she was.

"I am not here to interfere with this world," you began, hoping to calm the fears of the crowd. "I am from the planet Lexicon, the homeworld of your guardian that watches this city. I am here to see her. I am here to see Wordgirl."

As soon as her name was spoken, she appeared at the head of the crowd in front of you, a trail of neon yellow light in her wake. Yellow, the same as all the light trails of juvenile Lexiconians. It hadn't even changed to red yet and she was already so strong. You weren't sure if you should be worried or proud. God, she was still so young.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as you saw the look on her face wasn't quite the overjoyed reaction a small part of you had hoped for. She was just as cautious as the humans in the crowd, but at the same time, she seemed confused, almost conflicted, like she didn't know exactly what she should be feeling or if she should allow herself to feel any of it. On her back was the monkey everyone on your home planet knew well; he was the most famed and skilled flight captain in the galaxy, and, more importantly, the one who had been taking care of your baby girl for nearly a decade. He was Captain Huggyface, and there wasn't a medal Lexicon could give him that could award him the recognition he deserved for everything he'd done for her.

Recognition flashed in the Captain's eyes. It had been so long since he had seen another of your kind, but he seemed to be able to tell you were the genuine article. You hear him squeak something to her, unable to pick up his words at a distance, let alone translate them, but when he's finished speaking, Wordgirl seems to have steeled her nerves, and she approaches you, floating a foot or so in the air higher than you. Perhaps she still wanted to remain intimidating in case it was all a deception? You couldn't really blame her for her skepticism.

She stared you down, a glimmer of uncertainty still evident beneath her hardened gaze. "Is it true?" she asked. "Are you really from Lexicon?"

You nodded, a patient smile on your lips.

She was still hesitant.

"Wordgirl, do you know who I am?" you asked. She shook her head, scanning your face for any trace of malice or hint of an oncoming attack. The crowd behind her began their hushed whispers once again, fascinated.

"I'm your mother, Wordgirl." You began to tear up. You've longed to say those words for so, so long. You've longed to find your daughter and tell her she had family who loved her. You've longed to tell her you've never given up looking for her. "I lost you a long time ago on Lexicon, but I'm here. I've finally found you and now I'm here."

Wordgirl drifted down, shock on her face and tears pricking her eyes. Her hands covered her mouth. For once, Wordgirl, the champion of language and the authority on vocabulary simply could not find the words to respond with. The Captain on her shoulders offered you a somber, bittersweet look, perhaps offering condolences that you were kept apart for so long, but relieved that you're finally reunited.

Wordgirl touched the ground, and you held your arms out for the first hug you've had with your baby girl in nearly 10 long years. The tears were flowing freely on both sides. The Captain hopped off her back.

She took a tentative step forward, and stopped, turning towards the Captain. He gave her a wise nod and a gentle smile. She bolted towards you and hugged you as hard as she possibly could. It likely would have crushed you if you didn't have the endurance of a tank and a skeleton harder than diamonds. She sobbed into your chest, tears staining the star insignia that emblazoned your outfit; The star insignia you both shared. You wondered if she'd ever want to come home and learn what it really meant.

Well, you supposed this world was her home. She had her own life here, and it'd be wrong to deprive her of it. Where she stayed didn't matter to you anymore. All that mattered was that there and then, she was safe and sound in your arms. All that mattered was your daughter knew her mother loved her.

-xXx-

Bonus Headcanons:

-Becky knows she can't leave her city unguarded, so as badly as she wants to see Lexicon for herself, she couldn't ask you to bring her to see her home planet if she knows there will be villains rampaging in the streets the moment she turns her back. Besides, it would be hard to come up with a believable story to her earth family when it's such a long trip.

-That being said, she has a million questions about what Lexicon is like. She wants to know everything: the culture, the food, the history, the art, everything she's missed out on. Bringing her a few souvenirs from home while you visit Earth would be met with immense excitement.

-She's more than happy to let you stay in her spaceship hideout if you need a place to crash (pun intended).

-It'll be a little hard for her to fully trust you, but give her time and she'll start to properly open up. She's still just a kid and she's been through a lot, so even if you ARE her mom, she still doesn't quite know enough about you yet to act like you are.

-It's also a little weird for her when she's already accepted that her Earth family is her "real" family. She's a little worried that she has to choose between you or Sally Botsford to be her "real" mom, but you quickly assure her that that isn't the case. The Botsfords are her family in the same way Earth is her home, and neither of those things negate her roots on Lexicon. You aren't replacing Sally and you aren't going to try, but you'll be in her life as long as she'll have you.

-After she adjusts to having you around, she really likes having someone else around that understands how hard the hero business can get. Bob is certainly patient and understanding, as well as having experience in crimefighting, but ultimately, he isn't quite superpowered the way you and her are. It's certainly ego boosting, but also isolating, and it's pretty grounding for her to have someone older and wiser that understands it.

-The villains absolutely dread your visits. They already lose to Wordgirl every single time, but if a Lexiconian child can keep an entire city's worth of villains in check alone, they shudder thinking of how hard they're gonna get taken down when there's a second much stronger, much older alien with way more experience, proper training, and the sheer unbridled rage of a mother whose child is being threatened. You're pretty much an eldritch mama bear.

-Dr. Two Brains is extremely careful to plan his cheese heists out as stealth missions until he can figure out your weaknesses. While he is totally game to face off against the new hero in town, he wants to be smart about it.

-Tobey is absolutely desperate to win your approval but will not at any point admit that it's because he has a crush on Wordgirl and doesn't want you to be a future obstacle keeping him from dating her (not that that's going anywhere any time soon).

-Chuck will keep the villain banter up most of the time but like a third of the time will treat the interaction like he's over at a friends house and talking to said friend's mom. Which you guess makes sense but it's kind of weird when he goes from laughing maniacally to perfectly polite and respectful in the middle of a fight.

-The Butcher is just happy you explain things to him the same as wordgirl and are relatively chill with the whole hero thing. Also if you are nice enough to him he might have a minor crush on you, do with that what you will.

-Ultimately, Becky is just happy to have another person to turn to when she's in hero mode. Being Wordgirl can be pretty lonely sometimes, so having family that knows both sides of her lifts a serious weight off her shoulders. She loves you, even if she didn't know anything about you for the longest time.

[deluxinn]

Amogus

This is @iinsectaa s fault :)

It was my first day on the job as an astronaut! Or rather just an outer space bodyguard/waiter/escort if paid enough because this is apparently a billionaire space sex party or some shit.

But I remain humble despite being tipped thousands of dollars just for being stepped over (sometimes literally,, sometimes in the bedroom) by these pompous individuals.

Therefore, when I see someone struggling to put on their space suit on top of their nice tuxedo suit, I’d help them! Though, I could have sworn I’ve seen them struggling due to having teeth way too big for a human. Nah,, that’d be what I call impossible. There’s a lot of strange things in space such as zero gravity, black holes, and satellites that have so much reflective surface that it’d fuck up the light pollution beyond repair but we’d never have anything like aliens!

So I’ve decided to keep it to myself after helping this individual put their helmet on. I gave them a good ol thumbs up because nothing could go wrong on this ride.

The party’s host Zeebos encouraged the service to walk around the space ship and do certain chores around the place because whoever worked the hardest would get a $100 bonus! You know, that’s really generous for a billionaire. And that’s what I like to call a fine investment into the discord nitro yous know what I’m saying?

Occasionally the rich asses would press a button, thus calling all the workers in the dining room in case they needed us so other than that, there’s no interrupting our work!

On my way to clear the dangerous asteroids (I also took the trash out, I don’t know if I mentioned that, because I’m a chore master), I noticed some red fluid on the floor. Well snap, I wasn’t aware they stored wine here. Except it wasn’t wine! It was a tad less fun.

It was blood! From a corpse! A stinky one at that. You know, they coulda had the foresight to put in the garbage shoot before I cleaned that. Now we have to wait till next garbage day so that was a little inconsiderate of them, to be honest.

In a shock, I took a picture of it for my instagram because that’s my coping mechanism. I forgot I had an instagram but I only ever used it for really traumatizing moments in my life so it’s on private.

Or not because I just got a like, and now I hear Zeebos running toward me with a crowd. Wowza! I wasn’t even aware he followed me (like on insta not literally).

“I can’t believe this! It’s the first line of dialogue in this story and I have to use it to call you out for killing one of my guests! This calls for a meeting! An emergency one!” He yelled.

We all gathered in the very nice dining room. It was a circle table which is very nice because it felt like we were all equals and there was no head. Obviously that wasn’t true though because I only have $3 and a murder accusation to my name but who am I to say?

Regardless, I knew exactly how to clear myself of any suspicion.

I pulled out a sheet of paper.

“So if you see here, at the start of the story it clearly states that I helped one of your guests out with a helmet because they’re an alien! Obviously, it was them.” said I.

“Objection!” A voice shouted.

“Or, this is a case of unreliable narrator. A very cheap and easy tool used to fool the ones involved, even the audience!”

“Okay that’s a fair point but also what would I have to gain for doing that? Killing people won’t get me a redemption code for discord nitro but shooting meteors might!” I replied.

It seems that I’ve won the argument so everyone returned to their activities.

I had to find that guest again and make them do a dna test to prove they’re 100% that bitch.

Someone beat me to the punch and had already asked, because the alien claimed another victim. They dashed quickly toward me to dispatch me as well, but they were just standing there.

“Uh, you’re not gonna kill me?” I asked.

“Yeah um.. Just give me like 15 more seconds okay? It’s like my first time.” The alien replied.

“Holy shit! It’s my first time too! That’s crazy. You know I feel like we got a lot in common.”

The alien laughed shyly then spoke.

“You know, if we take out all of them, you could get as many months of subscription as you want right? They’re so rich they’re practically begging and shouting ‘Ah, mug us!’ “

“Ah, mug us?”

“Yes. Ah, mug us!”

“Ahhh mug us.”

The alien had a good point but I feel like maybe something more moral would be better like stealing a millionaire’s credit card and sucking their bank account dry.

All I knew was…. Break time was over so there’s no time to continue this story.

The End?

[bertrumstrousers]

bet you thought I forgot but no I’m still here ™️

Bad Blood - Chapter III

“Good morning, sir.”

The half-asleep young man at the counter answered Bertrum with a quiet, “Hi, sir—how can I he—“

“I’m headed to Brooklyn. Would you be so kind as to set me up in a Pullman roommette, departing as soon as possible?”

Lacie piped up, “…me too. I gotta be sure he don’t kill nobody.”

Both the clerk and Bertrum glanced at her with puzzled looks—Bertrum wondering why she wanted to accompany him and the clerk wondering what prompted Lacie’s comment. The young man spoke up once more as he nodded a ‘yes’. “Gladly, folks.”

As the clerk stamped the rough green tickets with the departure time, Bertrum simultaneously leafed through his wallet for payment and told Lacie, “…you don’t need to come, dove. I won’t force you, but I won’t force you to stay here, either.”

“Bertrum, someone’s gotta be around to make sure ya ain’t do nothin’ stupid.” She gave him a firm pat on the back. “And like ya said—you’ll be there for me come Hell or high water. It’s only right that I do the same.”

The train station was nearly empty when the pair arrived for their departure. Bertrum recalled days where passengers packed onto the platform like sardines, waiting their turn to be canned and shipped off. Tonight, however, they only shared the space with a young gentleman impatiently checking his watch and a small family consisting of two parents and their quiet children.

“How long we gonna be up north?” Lacie grumbled groggily as she rested a weary head against Bertrum’s side. Watching her partner’s hurried packing and fussing about with luggage, followed by the surprisingly uneventful cab ride, sapped a great deal of the energy she had. The instant she saw the bed in the sleeper car, she decided, she was going to climb in.

“Not longer than a day.” Bertrum replied as he patted his partner’s shoulder. “Perhaps a full night’s sleep on the train this evening, a day spent at the studio, then a trip back home overnight. I don’t intend to allow Mr. Drew to keep me waiting.” Lacie felt his breathing quicken and his chest tense up under his coat at the mere mention of his old boss’s name.

“Real focused on ol’ Joey, are ya, big guy?” Lacie sighed before sitting up. “The man lives in your head rent-free, I swear.”

Bertrum fought back a rude comment in favor of a distraction that took the form of the approaching train.

“Ya got us a nice room, Bertrum.” Lacie had tossed her bag on the floor of the car beside the folding bed before fussing over the latch that held it in position. “Coulda sworn we’d be sleepin’ on some hard old cot but this’s a proper bed.”

“The porter ought to be glad—if the room wasn’t what I paid for, the whole train would know I’m upset.” Bertrum laughed heartily as he slid the partition door closed.

Lacie chuckled as they folded the bed out. “Ya interested in a nap or are ya gonna go keep yerself entertained some other way?” She had barely waited for the bedposts to settle on the floor before crawling onto the bed. “I was only half-done nappin’.”

“I’ll lie down for a bit myself.” He rested beside her. “I have an odd feeling this trip is the last time in a few days that I’ll be able to get a proper bit of sleep.”

Lacie knew if she pressed him, he’d answer with yet another mention of his disdain for Joey. Instead, she simply rested her head on his shoulder and “hmm”ed softly in agreement.

Lacie was shaken awake an hour and a half later by an impatient Bertrum who barely waited for her to fully awaken before he cheerily urged, “Dove, come along, it’s suppertime.” He tugged lightly on her shirt to make his point before using his reflection in the window to straighten his tie and fasten his waistcoat.

“Give me a minute.” She rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling. At some point, Bertrum had drawn the curtain over the train’s window, but the low spring sun still snuck through its corners. Slivers of light flickered against the opposite wall as the train blew past treelines and faraway buildings. Lacie’s eyelids grew heavy again.

“Dove.”

Lacie knew better than to ignore that voice. “All right, all right. I get it.” She sighed and rolled out of bed. With a quick brushing of her hair with her fingers and tying of her bandanna on to keep her hair contained, she turned to her partner. “You ready?”

Bertrum offered her an enthusiastic nod, light smile and gentle nudge towards the now-open partition.

The dining car had long since quieted by the time supper had ended. Bertrum had shifted his attention to the passing scenery as he patiently waited for his partner.

“So.” Lacie mumbled through a full mouth. “What’s yer plan for tomorrow.”

Bertrum whipped his head to fix an irritated gaze she didn’t expect upon her. He hissed a little too loudly, “Lacie, don’t speak with your gob full!”

“‘Scuse me?” Lacie growled back at him, though she did swallow her food to prevent any further argument. “Ain’t like you to snap like that.” She gestured at him with her empty fork, knowing well he’d likely have something to say about that too. “There’s somethin’ on your mind.”

Bertrum looked back out the window. Individual trees were no longer visible, only a deep green blur now that the train had at one point picked up speed. The past few hours had been just as much a blur to Bertrum as the passing landscape, and in that murky soup of emotion and rash decision, a deep regret had started to brew. But he couldn’t tell Lacie. He couldn’t tell her his second thoughts in the middle of their overnight trip, hours from home.

He’d have to keep that regret to himself, but the nagging thought kept creeping in. ‘Not admitting to your contrition is what got you so deep in Mr. Drew’s web in the first place. Just tell her.’

Bertrum shifted in his chair uncomfortably as he turned to face his partner again. Her deep brown eyes were narrowed at him, but he was unable to tell whether it was out of concern or anger.

“It’s…” Bertrum stalled by taking a few calming sips of water from the glass he’d left upon the table. “I’m having some regrets.”

Her expression softened as she set her silverware on a mostly-empty plate. “About?”

Bertrum stammered, much unlike him. “…I’m not sure how I feel about confronting Mr. Drew.”

“If I hear you say ‘Mr. Drew’ one more damn time, Bertrum, I guarantees I’m gonna scream!“ Lacie barked, drawing the attention of a woman quietly reading a novel at the other side of the dining car. “Fuckin’ forget about him!“ She slammed her hand on the table. “He’s makin’ ya miserable and I hates to see it!“

After fighting off the choking shock, Bertrum roared back, “That’s why we’re going to begin with, Lacie! I have a score to settle so I may stop being miserable!” The words poured out without a second thought, and Lacie’s visage made it obvious he’d made a mistake. “I just… I don’t know if this is too little too late! What if I’m wasting my time?!”

“Shoulda thought of that sooner.” Lacie’s voice put up a wall, impervious to any of his follow-up grouses. As quietly as she could, the reader with whom they shared the car packed up her things and slipped out the door. Lacie couldn’t blame her as she lightly slammed both hands on the table to push herself from her seat. “Bertrum, if you wanna make a scene, be my guest. I won’t get anywhere with you like this.” She walked around the table, placed her plate on his and gave the man’s cheek, flushed with guilt and embarrassment, a tender kiss. “I ain’t mad at ya, but I’ll leave you be for now.”

With that, Lacie too headed out the door, leaving Bertrum in the empty train car with his racing thoughts.

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and the Wolf Pt.20

Word Count: 1,885

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Harris (mentioned), Jackson Whittemore (brief), Matt (brief), Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: some angst, some fluff

A/N: ----- 

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“(Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N),” Isaac poked at your arm, following next to you at school, as you became irritated.

You let out a sharp exhale, grabbing his finger and bending it backward.

“Shit! Ow, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed.

You bent it a little more before letting go.

“What the hell was that for?!” he exclaimed, holding his finger.

“Why did you keep poking me?! If someone doesn't answer the first time, they want you to leave them alone!” you exclaimed.

“Fine. Sorry. Will you just tell me who the kanima is?” he begged.

“I already told you no,” you shook your head, continuing to walk to class.

“(Y/N), please,” he asked.

“No.” 

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?!”

“Shut up. No,” you rolled your eyes.

“What do I have to do to get you to tell me?” he asked.

“Nothing, because the second I tell you, you’re gonna go tell Derek,” you glared at him.

“Well…” he started.

You paused, turning to face him before raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms. You heard him whine before he sighed.

“Go to class, Isaac,” you sighed.

“Fine. Oh, and by the way, guess what I got on my chemistry test?” he smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“A 92!” he exclaimed.

“That's great! Good job!” you laughed softly, high-fiving him.

“That deserves a reward, right?!” he said.

“Yeah…” you started.

“Like telling me who the kanima is?!” 

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, pushing his head as you walked away.

---

You and Allison stood in the library, together next to the bookshelf while Scott and Stiles stood on the other side.

“And now we have to stay 50 feet away from Jackson!” Stiles groaned, complaining to you.

“You guys kidnapped him. What did you think was gonna happen?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we were under the impression that you were on your way to help us,” Scott crossed his arms.

“I know, I’m sorry. Something happened and got in the way,” you apologized, giving Scott a nervous smile.

“It’s fine,” he sighed.

“Okay, but what are we gonna do about Jackson?” Allison asked.

“Lydia translated the bestiary right?” Scott asked.

She nodded, pulling out her tablet and sliding it to Scott and Stiles through the shelf.

“Stiles was right about everything,” Scott sighed, reading the tablet.

“Mainly. The kanima is like a werewolf, but they can’t turn into one until,” Allison started.

“Until they basically sort out their past troubles,” you finished.

“Yeah,” Allison smiled at you. You had a small smile on your face before leaning onto Allison’s arm.

“Hey, were you at my house Friday? I coulda sworn I saw you,” Allison asked.

“Yeah, your dad needed help with something. I’m going to be around your house more often now, at least until Gerard leaves or dies,” you explained.

Stiles stuck his head through the bookshelf, looking at you.

“So that’s why you didn't show up when we called you?” he asked.

You pushed his head back, before nodding your head.

“Mainly, sorry,” you sighed.

“Whatever. Let’s just try to ask Lydia about Jackson’s dad,” Stiles said.

“What makes you think she knows?”, you asked.

“Well, they dated for a long time,” Stiles replied.

“Oh, I know, but what makes you think she’ll tell you?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I don't know, but I’ll have to figure it out,” Stiles sighed.

“Jackson doesn't have a restraining order against me. I’ll go ask him myself,” Allison said.

You tensed slightly, before turning to her.

“Jackson might… I’ll go with you?” you asked.

Allison nodded while putting her arm around your shoulder.

“Stiles, try not to bug Lydia too much,” you sighed.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Scott exclaimed.

The three of you glared at him, giving the same response.

“Take your damn Chemistry exam.”

---

“Are you mad at us?” Scott asked you, as you walked beside him.

You clenched your fist, gripping your backpack tightly as the group of you walked into the library.

“No, why would I be mad? I mean, I went almost my entire high school career without getting detention and you dipshits ruined it, but I’m not mad,” you said sarcastically.

You, Scott, Jackson, Stiles, Matt, Erica, Allison, and Isaac had all gotten detention, trying to hold Scott back from killing Jackson.

You, Isaac, and Erica sat at a table, while Scott and Stiles sat at another one. You could hear Jackson complaining about maintaining 50 feet from Scott and Stiles while he, Matt, and Allison were sitting together at another table.

“It’s Jackson,” Erica smirked, putting her hand out to Isaac.

He rolled his eyes, handing her a 20 dollar bill.

“You guys bet on it?” you laughed.

“Well, I thought it was Matt,” Isaac shrugged.

“You know, you and Stiles both have such a big problem with him. He, in no way, looks evil. Like at all,” the three of you looked across the room at Matt, who was currently eating some chips. He offered some to Jackson, who slapped his hand away.

“Okay then,” you turned away.

“I’ll text Derek when we get out of school, okay?” Isaac said.

“I don’t understand why you have to tell him,” you sighed.

“Because he’s my alpha, (Y/N).”

“He’s just gonna kill Jackson,” you scoffed.

“Why are you against killing monsters? Aren't you like a hunter or something?” Erica rolled her eyes.

“You’re a monster, we’re all fucking monsters. I don’t believe in killing or hurting innocent supernaturals,” you explained.

“Jackson isn’t innocent. He’s killed so many people, and he’s gonna kill more,” Erica spat.

“Not intentionally. If he had the right help, we could stop it,” you crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair.

“So you’re like the good one in the relationship?” Erica asked.

You raised an eyebrow, before seeing Isaac shake his head.

“(Y/N)’s also a dick. She just doesn’t show it as much as Derek does,” Isaac said.

You scoffed, shoving him slightly before he rested his elbow on the table. 

“You know, he really misses you,” Isaac said softly.

You looked down, away from everyone as you took a deep breath, feeling your chest ache slightly.

“Okay then, Isaac, get your chem textbook out,” you said, turning to him.

“Now?! But, I just took my test! And I did good!” he complained.

“So? Harris is a royal dick. Now….” your sentence drifted off, as you noticed Jackson squeeze his head, scrunching his eyes in pain.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, looking at him concerned.

“I just need to get some water,” he stood up, running out as Harris ran after him.

Within three seconds, Scott and Stiles ran to your table, both surrounding Erica.

“Erica knows how Jackson's parents died,” Stiles exclaimed.

You raised an eyebrow, before Erica opened her laptop, searching for the report.

---

After she showed the report to you, Stiles, and Scott, the intercom went off, and Scott was called to the Principal’s office, which couldn't be good news. The rest of you were reshelving books before you could leave.

You put your arm around Erica’s shoulder, grinning widely.

“You have a crush on Stiles,” you teased.

“What?” she asked.

“You like Stiles!” you whispered, only loud enough for her and Isaac to hear.

“What? Eww, no I don’t,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god! I can see it! Yes, Erica and Stiles, we need a ship name, stat. Isaac?” you turned to him.

He laughed, looking at you before Erica glared at him.

“Yeah, nevermind,” he shook his head.

“Boring. You two would be cute together,” you smiled cheekily.

“You’re so annoying,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god!” you tensed you hearing Stiles exclaim as the three of you ran to them, noticing a book laying on the floor.

You grabbed your knife, motioning for them to stay behind you as you walked slowly.

You saw Matt laying on the ground, his neck bleeding. You could hear a creaking noise from above you before you pulled Isaac down.

“Get down!” you yelled.

Stiles grabbed Allison and Erica, covering their faces.

You heard Jackson growl, sprinting on top of the bookshelves, knocking them down and breaking the lights on the roof. 

“Erica!” Scott yelled.

Shit

You heard her growl, before screaming out in pain.

You ran to Jackson, pushing him down as he stood in front of a whiteboard. He wrapped his hand around your neck before you twisted it away.

“(Y/N)!” you paused, hearing Erica crying out in pain.

Jackson took advantage of the distraction, pushing away from you before running off.

Damn it

You ran to Erica, seeing Isaac by her side.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, turning her into her side while holding her.

“Do a spell or something!” Isaac yelled at you.

“I can't! I don't have my powers anymore!” you yelled, frustrated.

“What? Yes, you do!” he yelled.

“Isaac, you know I don’t!” you yelled, holding Erica tightly.

“I thought-” he started.

“Just shut up!” you groaned.

“What the hell happened?!” Stiles yelled as he and Scott ran to you.

“Jackson… I think we need to take her to the hospital,” you said.

“No, Derek,” Erica interrupted, strained.

“Erica, you need to go to the hospital,” you said softly.

“No, Derek…” she groaned.

“Okay, Stiles and Allison wait for the ambulance. We’ll take her to the hospital,” you said.

“No, we should take her to Derek,” Isaac said, looking at you.

You felt your heart race but pushed it aside. Even if you wanted to avoid him, Erica needed him.

“Fine, let’s go, now!” Scott took Erica from you, holding her tightly as the three of you ran out of the library.

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You took a shaky breath, rubbing your arms harshly as you paced around the subway.

Derek walked out, looking at you.

“Is she okay?” you asked.

“She’s okay. Thank you,” he replied softly.

“I didn't do anything,” you shook your head.

“You bought her here, saved her life. Thank you,” Derek said.

You nodded softly, looking away from him.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he said softly.

“I have to go,” you turned away from him.

“(Y/N), please just talk to me,” he held your arm, holding you back.

“Go take care of your beta. I’ll see you around,” you pulled away from Derek, walking away.

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“Why did you think I had my powers back?” you asked Isaac, as the two of you walked outside.

“After the… thing happened with Derek when you came here, your eyes were purple. I thought your powers were back,” he shrugged.

“What? They were?” you stopped, turning to him.

“Yeah. Thought you knew,” he said.

“Wait… maybe that means that I can get my powers back!” you exclaimed, laughing softly.

Isaac laughed, looking at you.

“Being human is so boring! Humans are boring,” you exclaimed.

“It really is. Come on, wanna go get some coffee?” Isaac asked.

“It’s 11 PM,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Like that’s ever stopped you before,” he scoffed.

“Alright, smartass. Let’s go,” you laughed, holding his hand as the two of you walked away.

[jchallwritesthings]

The Story Previously Known As Visor, Pt. 8

(holy shit, 8 parts already)

“Oh, of-fucking-course it’s an Elite. Goddamn Steelers. So what the hell are you doing this deep in the desert anyway?”

“Patrolling for assholes. Guess you guys found me first, though.”

“So what’re you gonna do with us? If you were gonna kill us we wouldn’t be talking right now. So what is it you want? Scrap?”

“I want a suit. One of your elite’s suits.”

“Fuck you. You’ll never get one.”

“Really? If you guys were this easy, how hard could a Barbarian be? They’re just like the rest of you, only jacked up on all kinds of shit.” The Ryzer spit at Kai’s feet. “Fine, guess I’ll just have to go prove it.” She turned and started walking off.

“Wait.” It was a different voice. Kai turned back. The first biker, the one she’d shot in the leg, was awake. “I can get you a suit. I make them.”

“Shut up, Z.”

“Shove it, Ram, she was gonna leave us to die anyway. She just wanted info.”

“I’d listen to your friend if I were you, Ram. She seems to be the real brains of this operation,” Kai said.

“Damn women. Always workin’ tog-” Kai kicked him in the face before he could finish.

“Try that again, I dare you.” Ram shut up.

“Thank you for that. I’d had it up to here with his misogynistic bullshit. I’m Zoe, by the way. Friends call me Z.” She groaned. “Shit, my leg.”

“Well, Zoe, if you’ll allow me, I can patch up that leg of yours.” Zoe nodded. Kai helped her to her feet and brought her over to the Leopard.

“So tell me, how’d a cute girl like you end up with a crowd like the Ryzers?”

“Slave trade, actually. Some warchief bought me as a wife. When I killed him, they figured I’d be more useful to them as a fighter. When I started fixing shit they put me in a workshop. ‘Parently I got a blood debt I gotta pay off, though, from the chief, so every now and then they throw me into combat. Ow ow ow, that stings.” Kai had started cleaning the wound.

“It would sting a lot more if it wasn’t cleaned. Then it would sting so bad it’d have to be cut off.”

“Oh, shit, OK, I’ll stop complaining. I can fix cars and armor, but I don’t know shit about fixing people. Anyway, I was maybe 10 away from finishing up the debt when some asshole decided to get killed in a car bomb that I set off. Added another couple years to my debt. Figured at that point I’d be in it for life unless I got the chance to escape.”

“Well, I guess I’m your chance. There you go, should be all good. Here, lemme take these off.” Kai took off Zoe’s restraints. “Promise not to run?”

“How could I run away from such a pretty face?” She winked and got up. “I never caught the name that goes with that face, by the way.”

“I’m Kai. Why don’t you go on up and rest in the passenger seat. It’ll give you a chance to meet Jess, too.”

“Who’s Jess?”

“You’ll find out.” With that, Kai went over to the other Ryzers, all of whom were awake by now.

“Alright assholes, here’s the deal. You can either promise to help me out and get untied or keep being assholes and go in the box. Your choice.” Nobody said a word. “No? Alright then. Into the box with all of you.” She grabbed Ram and lifted him off the ground quite easily. “You first, tough guy. Let’s go.” She led him over to the back of the Ryzer car and pushed him into the metal container in the back. The other two got up and followed without being told. “You’ll get food and water in the morning, like the rest of us. Try to escape and I’ll know. Try to fight back and you’ll be walking home. If you change your mind and decide to help me out, let me know. Betray me and it’ll be your last regret.” She slammed the door shut.

“Fuckin’ Elites,” Ram muttered under his breath.

Z sat in the passenger seat of the Leopard. A small lizard, about the size of her hand, crawled up and looked at her with its head tilted.

“You’re cute. Are you Jess?”

A voice came from the console of the car. “That’s Max. I’m Jess. You must be Zoe.”

“Yeah, I am. Hi. Is this some kind of long-range communicator or something?”

“Not exactly, no. I’m an AIU.”

“Shit, I coulda sworn you were real. So, like, you basically are the car?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Haven’t always been, though. There was one time where I was stuck in a can opener for a few years. It sucked.” Both of them laughed.

“Can opener, yeah? I know the feeling. For a few years it was my job to personally feed patrons in the Scrap Palace who were too busy gambling away their scrap. We had some nasty characters come in. Pretty handsy too.”

Kai slid into the driver’s side. “Y’know, I’ve never been to the Scrap Palace. I hear the Kings run a pretty tight ship, though.”

“Oh, it’s nothing like the Ryzers. The Kings let me have days off, at least. With the Ryzers, it’s 24/7, all or nothing. Fuckin’ exhausting.”

Kai yawned. “Speaking of, I think we should turn in for the night. For real this time, though.” Jess laughed.

“Don’t want any more raiding parties coming after you?” she said.

“Don’t worry, we were the only ones in this area. You can rest easy tonight.”

“That’s good to hear. Jess, can you open up the canopy?”

“You betcha. Opening canopy.” The canopy unfolded, revealing the flexible solar panel-like fabric designed to recharge the Leopard.

“G’night Jess. G’night Z. We break camp at dawn.”

“Roger.”

With that, the duo went to sleep while Jess ran some diagnostics.

[edream93]

Please write a cute prompt about Harriet, Harry and CJ.

Hi anon! So this is getting to you kinda late. My writing schedule for this weekend was pushed back because I started feeling really under the weather and spent most of the day either napping or blowing my nose. Anyway, I hope you like it!

TW: There is mention of some blood.

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The Isle was a rough place, especially for the young. The first few years was all about survival. How to either be unseen or be quick enough to get the heck out of a tricky spot. If you were able to get past a certain age, usually into the double digits, that’s when you could start making a name for yourself. Even then, only a select few, the meanest, cruelest, most cunning actually made it out on top of the kiddie pile to even think of playing with the adults.

All of this to say that it was strange for six year old Calista Jane “CJ” Hook to strut as confidently as she did down the uneven muddy streets of the market alone. She was still too young to have been given (i.e. steal) one of her father’s coats but the quality of the worn but sturdy boots that were stuffed to fit her tiny feet along with the noticeably less amount of dirt that covered her face meant she was better off than some of the other unfortunate bastard sons and daughters of this Isle. It should have been warning enough…

CJ was supposed to be on one of her father’s ships waiting for Harry to come back from whatever he did with Ursula’s recently shrimp smelling daughter and take her to Dr. Facilier’s shop to play with Freddie. But even though she had pointed to where the hands on his pocket watch would be when he needed to pick her up multiple times, he had still not shown up even after being over an hour late.

He had forgotten her! (And it was probably Uma’s fault too since CJ knew the older girl could tell time unlike her brother. What was so great about Uma? She thought the prank that Mal had played on her way great and had hoped her brother wouldn’t want to play with the shrimp smelling girl and instead would decide to decide to go on adventures with her, his little sister. Instead, if anything, the incident made his friendship with Uma stronger, tighter, distancing himself further and futher from his baby sister.)

Having waited long enough, head strong young CJ decided to go on her own. After all, she had made the trip several times with Harry and a few more times with Harriet when the older girl was still living with them (CJ didn’t know that the empty gnawing pain she felt in her chest was due to both of her siblings abandoning her). She didn’t need anyone else.

CJ held her short frame as tall as she possibly could as she made her way through the crowd. It shouldn’t be too hard…

Right?

“Hey, look at her. Pretty lil runt ain’t she?”

“Ya lost little one? Need an uncle to…show you around?”

CJ frowned, staring up at the two grimy looking older men grinning down at her.

“Never go anywhere with a man who ain’t Mr. Smee or Harry, ya here me, Calista Jane?” a memory of Harriet firmly gripping her chin played in the back of her head.

“Ah, cat got yer tongue, poppet?” one of the man laughed, reaching out to grab her arm.

“And if they try to force ya, run like Barbosa’s ghost is after ya!”

CJ kicked the man’s shin hard, a howl of pain escaping his lips. The other man tried to grab after her, but the youngest Hook child slipped between his legs and took off.

“Get back here, ya lil wench!” the first man yelled, both men going after her.

The little girl ran and ran, turning up and down streets to get the two men off her tail. She finally ducked in an alley, hiding behind some wooden crates. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep quiet and remain hidden like Harriet and Harry always made her do when daddy had too much of his special juice and went chasing after Harry until either Harriet or Mr. Smee somehow managed to stop him.

The worn and taped boots of the men paused at the entrance of the alley-way.

“I coulda sworn I saw her turn down here,” one man, the man she kicked with a funny looking scar across the bridge of his nose murmured stepping into the alley.

“Lil tramp. Probably ain’t worth the effort of catching her,” he companion spat.

“Aw, don’t say that, mate,” scar man growled. “Those pretty little eyes of hers are probably worth a couple of pretty little pennies from the witches. They like to still do rituals and shit to their demon lord despite not having any magic here.”

CJ moreso heard rather than saw the other man shudder. She herself didn’t like the witches that she knew they were talking about. There were many types of witches on the Isle, Ursula, the Evil Queen, and Madam Mim being the ones that instantly came to mind first. However, there was another category of witches on the Isle, witches who were rumored to be the mistresses of Chernabog, who had willingly given their souls and beauty to the God of the Night in hopes that he would one day rise from his mountain and rain terror down upon their enemies. CJ remembered how even Harriet, her strong fearless sister, wouldn’t even dare to mess with them unless she absolutely had.

No, CJ thought, reaching for the small pocket knife she had stolen off of Harry earlier this morning when she had jumped on him to wake him up from another dream that he had made him sigh “Uma” and “fucking pixie” every now and again. She wasn’t going to be taken to any witches.

“And if ya can’t run…” Harriet’s voice reminded her.

Her hand trembled slightly as she waited for the men to step closer to her hiding space.

“Then stick ‘em with the pointy end!”

“I wouldn’t do that that if I were you, poppet.”

Eyes wide and unintentionally dropping her blade, CJ realized that scar man’s companion had snuck up behind her and was now hold a knife against her throat with one hand while the other hand pulled roughly on her tangled mane.

“You hurt me and you’re gonna be dead!” the girl shouted and hissed, trying to move back as the man with the scar knelt in front of her. “My sister and brother are the meanest kids on the Isle!”

“Oh shut up, lass!” the man behind her hissed, annoyed as he tugged harder on her hair causing tear of pain to form in her eyes. “Like we’re afraid of some no-name kids. Now be good. The witches would want ya alive but they wouldn’t be too put off if you were just a few minutes dead.”

“NO!” CJ yelled trying to scratch and bite her way away from these men. She didn’t want to be some ingredient in some witches seance. She didn’t want to be alone with these men. She just wanted to have an adventure with her big sister and her big brother…

“Ah damn! Ye fuckin’ idiots made the lil monster cry,” a familiar voice sighed tiredly.

“Get out of here lad! Ain’t nothing for ye here,” the man with the scar hissed.

The intruder stepped forward, a boy with a mess of black hair framing bright blue eyes that narrowed when CJ let out a whimper of pain. “Now, that’s where yer wrong. I don’t think ye understand whose sister yer messin’ with,” the boy grinned wickedly, holding up a polished hook in his hand, one of Captain Hook’s old ones that had been polished and fitted so that he could hold it in his less dominant sword wielding hand.

That was apparently enough all the two men needed to see as they connected the dots, gasping before pushing CJ as far away from them as possible, hoping that that would be enough to appease Captain Hook’s insane unpredictable son. Despite the Isle’s size, rumors spread quickly with nothing else for most to do other than just waste away. Even with only being just shy of eleven, the boy was starting to make a name for himself as a fierce and ruthless fighter with the manic laugh and what some could only see as an obsession with Ursula’s disgraced daughter.

“W-we didn’t know,” the man with the scar tried to defend himself to this boy not even half his age. “She didn’ look like yer father,” he said before his eyes widened, trying to backtrack. I mean, she didn’t have the Hook red coat. We thought she was just another runt.”

“They said they were gonna give me to the witches and then they pulled my hair!” CJ pouted crossly, looking irritatedly up at Harry.

The boy sighed, shrugging, looking at the men with a “what can you do?” look on his face. “Well gentlemen, runt or no, it seems you’ve woken a sleepin’ beast.”

The men began to beg at him but all Harry could do was shake his head.

“I’m sorry, but it ain’t up to me,” he said right before a sword protruded the front of one man before pulling back and doing the same with the other. Both men tried to staunch the blood with their hands but blood poured freely through their fingers, too quickly for anything to be done. Harry frowned, looking put out. “Ya couldn’t save one for me, Ettie?”

Harriet wiped the blood off on one of the dying men’s pants, looking nonchalant.

“Think of it as punishment for not looking at Calista Jane properly.”

“Think of it as punishment,” Harry mocked. “Davey Jones, what happened to your damn accent, lass? You abandon us for months to go play on the other side of the Isle with all ‘em land loving stuck ups and all of a sudden ya think yer hot shit!”

“I like it!” CJ exclaimed, beaming up at her big sister with nothing short of admiration, totally desensitized to the sight of two bodies bleeding out. Harriet smirked at her before a frown quickly replaced it.

“Calista Jane, what were you doing walking the streets alone? You’re too young and without reputation to go traversing the Isle by yourself,” the eldest Hook sibling reprimanded.

Crossing her arms and frowning, CJ stomped her foot. “But ya told me you did it when you were younger than me.”

Harriet frowned, stepping over the bodies and bending down to grab CJ firmly by the chin. They both had their father’s brown eyes despite Harriet’s much darker skin tone. “Because I didn’t have an older sister or even an idiot older brother (“Hey!”) to watch my back,” she said gruffly her accent that she had tried to rid herself of leaking through. “There’s a lot of bodies I wouldn’t mind seeing sent off to Davy Jones but I refuse to have ye be one of ‘em, Calista Jane. Not this young. Ye understand?”

Sighing, CJ nodded. Though Harriet could be really cool, there were a few times where she was no fun.

“Sowry,” she said with big fat tears waiting to fall in her eyes.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Oh come on ya little fish bait. If yer gonna try to throw a con over us, the least ya could do is realize no one’s gonna believe that baby talk crap at your age,” he paused, thinking. “Though they might think yer an idiot but that’s not really you acting then, is it?”

Harriet straightened up, smacking Harry hard behind the head causing CJ’s fake tears to immediately stop and the younger girl to break into wicked little giggles.

“Damn lass! That’s me head! I only got one of ‘em!” Harry hissed, rubbing the abused spot.

Harriet ignored him and turned back to CJ. “Let’s do a proper scam.”

CJ gasped excitedly, dancing a little in her spot. “All of us?”

Harriet turned back to look at Harry and CJ held her breath. Ever since the “Shrimpy” incident, Harry had been sticking even closer to Uma, having no time to run scams with his little sister.

The young pirate boy sighed, as if it would be such a chore but the eager look in his eyes told the truth.

“Oh, why not?”

[talkoverfrenchfries]

Hazbin Hotel: That’s Zu

 Hi, there. So I’m typing my, I guess, fanfic, today. It’s basically just ideas I have with a character that I ended up making three more characters for. At least three developed ones. Anyways, here goes!

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A figure is walking down the sidewalk, seeming to going out of their way to walk like they’re not scared but also that they’re minding their own business.

‘I don’t know why I’m even bothering to walk outside’, the figure thinks. ‘I mean, even a walk is dangerous. The worst part is probably the fact that, even if I get hurt, I won’t die. Why would I, anyways? I already did that and now I’m in hell.’

That thought is true. There was a red sky, a pentagram looming above in it, and the people around are frightening-looking demons.

The walking figure is no different. Red skin, antenna sticking out from his black, styled hair like that from the eighties, even a pair of pincers around his mouth, a pair of wings on his back, and a stinger from the small of his back if the demon in question choose to let them out. Of course, the stinger may ruin his shirt and even pants. After all, he likes to tuck in his rather bright shirts into his pants.

The figure kept walking until he noticed a building of interest. It was huge and looming and had all sorts of things attached to it, such as a ship and a carousel. He thought the place looked familiar, particularly where he sees a sign at the top. The demon sprouts out his wings and flies up. Soon, he sees what the sign says: Hazbin Hotel.

‘Huh, I coulda sworn I’ve learned about his place from somewhere,’ the demon thinks. He goes back down slowly but surely, feeling happy to get back to the ground.

When he did, though, the demon was suddenly face-to-face with two women, one of which had purple skin and a scary-looking face. Meanwhile, the other one looked so much like a human, it was staggering to the demon who landed on the ground. So many citizens down here in hell don’t resemble anything like the humans they used to be. It didn’t occur to red-skinned demon that he’d ever see another human in hell. Then gears began to turn in his head again, trying to remember something. This time, he was trying to remember where he’s seen or heard of this human-looking being before.

Of course, the red-skinned demon stopped when the human-like being started talking. “Hi, there! Sorry but I couldn’t help but notice you checking out the sign. But then I saw you up in the sky! That’s so amazing you can fly! Oh! But are you interested in checking into the Happy Hotel? It’s the place where sinners can become good and go to heaven!”

Now the red-skinned demon remembers where he’s heard of the hotel and the girl in front of him. This was the hotel thing he’s heard about with the goal of bettering sinners. Also, the girl was the princess of Hell, Charlotte Magne.

Seeing no point in being rude, he says, “thanks but no thanks. I was just walking by.”

The red-skinned demon tried walking away but he was stopped by someone wrapping their arm around him. He flinched but tried to keep himself under control. He found that immediately reacting to being touched with a kick or punch can get him into more trouble than anything else.

The red-skinned demon turned and saw that it was a demon in red and with deer antlers. He didn’t quite recognize this guy, either, but alarm bells were ringing.

Just like with the princess, this demon didn’t let the red-skinned one think for long. “Please, don’t be like that, dear boy. At least see what the inside has in store for you! It may be more exciting than you think!”

The princess spoke up, “Oh, if you’re going to go inside, then I should make introductions! I’m Charlie, this is Vaggie,” she said, gesturing to the purple-skinned demon as she said the second name. “And this is Alastor.”

“Wait, the radio demon?” It was then that the red-skinned demon now remembered where he’s heard of the demon who has his arm around him. He knew now that he had to get the hell away.

Charlie seemed like a little panicked, likely from realizing that, of course, the red-skinned demon would be intimidated at noticing Alastor in their presence.

She swiftly interjected “I promise there’s nothing to be scared of. The Happy Hotel is a good place for good people! Or at least we’ll work on the good people part of it.”

The red-skinned demon wasn’t really convinced.

Then he was asked a question by Vaggie, “What’s your name?”

The red-skinned demon didn’t hear that initially; he just heard a voice in his general direction. He turned and saw that Vaggie seemed like she had opinions on her mind but she wasn’t sure how to word or if she even should.

“Wait, what?”

The red-skinned demon didn’t realize it but Alastor was dragging him into the hotel, his smile never wavering all the while. Charlie happily followed, although that happiness was more genuine than scary.

“Your name, what’s your name?” Vaggie repeated, a little more upset than before.

The red-skinned demon didn’t want to say but he was already through the doors of the hotel. He hopes that there isn’t anything wrong in giving away his demonsake name.

“I call myself Zu; it’s spelled as Z-U.”

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That’s it for today! I hope I got Vivzie’s characters well enough. Speaking of which, Hazbin Hotel and all characters except for Zu and the three developed ones that followed are created by Vivziepop. It’s all amazing. In any case, I will continue, typing at least all the ideas I have for my OCs. Thanks to anyone who bothers reading this!