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[luckyshotwrites]

DO I SMELL PENNIES WIPS?

A BUNCH OF WIPS I MADE FOR DIFFERENT COVERS, FUTURE CHAPTER ART, OR FUNNY STUFF REGARDING WIDFALI! Goodluck guessing which is which. :P Also, sorry only the night crew cast this time around!

THANK YOU FOR VIEWING AND YOU BETTER HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAY! You can also tell which I worked on more. xD

[prettyboykatsuki]

just some notes - depending on what ends up winning, i might not specifically write this with a character in mind but an oc monster (just because if i feel like i cant write a character that fits i wont write it at all).

no matter what it will be x reader / reader insert as usual though but it might not be anime man monster and just Monster so keep that in mind

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Not to keep making polls, but I am anyway:

Mostly just trying to get a gauge on what people are interested in if anything. Aita is an animal spirit, Luka is a half demon, Yijun is a full demon but with mixed bloodlines, Vladimir is a vampire, Angel is the first incubus, and Thistle is an animal spirit if that helps anyone. :catnod:

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[ihavecringyocs]

Let's make an Oc!

Part 1/7

[miru667]

14 o0o

14) Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Omg so many. Soooo so many. Food is very important to her. She grew up on gelatin and cardboard in Thneedville so she's very grateful now for any real food she gets to eat. Some specific memories include:

-a onceler offering her her first real milkshake (she cried because it was so good)

-first time trying beef jerky from Theo (she cried on radio)

-making 50 cakes in Som's lerkim in one day because Rett was finally gonna come back for Christmas

-observing the way Som eats pancakes starting from the middle and how Theo rolls his up like a newspaper and then she decided to do both with hers

-announcing she was eating soylent green and everyone on the radio was like 😬

-pouring water on her curry because it was too spicy for her and everyone yelling at her for ruining the curry LMAOOOO

-eating expired tomato soup which led to hallucinations involving platypus ghosts. It took her a long time to get over her fear of tomatoes after that

-first time trying canned pumpkin (she cried and sobbed for 10 minutes. She was inconsolable. Theo then promised to make her pumpkin pie if they ever returned to his hometown, which they did...4-5 yrs later)

-BREAD PARTY...her first time ever trying bread! She'll never forget that smell. She cried, obviously

-first time making vanilla ice cream at home and trying it (she...yea, you get the idea)

-Theo teaching her how to hunt for grubs in tree stumps and cook them over a fire and Som was so disgusted by that so she and Theo purposely chewed really loudly for him to hear and then later on she tried sneaking a cooked bug into Som's soup because he was sickly and needed protein but Som was onto her hahaha

-Hudson teaching her how to extract a conch from its shell and make conch fritters and then they ate them together on the beach dock and then the conch shell was haunted and told her she will die

-Kay teaching her how to make a PROPER meal over the radio with the ingredients she had because her own concoctions were an insult to his ears just to hear

-Bean teaching her how to make bread in person ;-; I think that session unlocked the baker in her and now she's so excited to try to make more foods she couldn't before

-Bean not making fun of her for her pumpkin ramen was also just so so so so good and encouraging for her cuz everyone else on twitter was going to burn her alive for it

-her first meal in the underworld kingdom of Tenebris. It was the biggest feast she had ever seen in her life. What the hell

-her first REAL pizza, made by a vampire. Pizza quickly shot up to one of her favorite foods of all time

THE LIST IS JUST!! ENDLESS AAAAAAAAAA I have to stop here cuz I gotta go take my car out for maintenance haha

List of OC Questions: [link]

[batfamilysays]

NUMBER NEIGHBOR

in which damian wayne meets his number neighbor

old draft of oc x damian

wc: 3468

GOTHAM CITY

TINSLEY'S APARTMENT 

06:32 PM

Friday comes too quickly and Damian is nowhere near ready.

His lips are still busted open from the preceding evening’s scouting and his hairs grown out far too long, hanging in tufts right below his brow and curling the daintiest bit in a mess of matte black. Small dark rings kiss his tanned skin and tug at the lids of his jade eyes, dulling the color every so slightly to a muted green.

Nothing is right.

Every article of clothing in his wardrobe suddenly seems inadequate for meeting the girl he has been anxiously anticipating ever since he sent the text. He’d probably still be trying to decide on what garment to wear had it not been for Jason chucking a pair of jeans at him and telling him to leave.

Damian isn't dense, he recognizes he's quite aloof at first, he knows his demeanor is unsettling, so as he stood in front of her apartment complex, arm raising to knock, his mind begins to wander.

Was this worth it?

Was the prospect of her getting hurt enough to make Damian turn around, could that ever-growing cavity in his stomach be filled by someone else’s presence? Someone, he doesn’t care about half as much as Tinsley? Someone who didn’t fill it with maddening butterflies and a troublesome warmth. Or could perhaps Damian be allowed this? Allowed this small wedge of pleasure in a world that seemed to grant him nothing but iniquity and desolation?

Fortunately for everyone involved, he didn’t have time to decide for himself as the door swung open and a pair of arms encased his torso with enough force he stumbled back against the hallway’s stained walls and knocked his head against the plaster with a disquieting thud!

An instinct burned into him since childhood shouts, screams at him to push whomever this was away, and retaliate with tenfold that amount of brutality. Yet somehow he can’t quite hear outcries, they seem muffled against the vanilla and honey redolence that embraces him, filling that basin in his stomach to the brink with warm marmalade and crystalized sugar.

“Damian!” such a faint voice whispers, so soft the Wayne almost doesn’t catch it over his shooting heart at the close proximity with the girl he was only just now identifying as Tinsley Nolans, his number neighbor, ‘“Oh my god this is such a surreal experience.”

Hesitantly Damian returns the embrace, his hands engulf the shorter woman in his arms and the scent of her fragaria shampoo and conditioner saturating his senses in a wonderful mellow mix. Her hair blinds him and Tinsley couldn’t help but notice how delicately he was touching her, it was as though she was glass and he was a man destined to shatter it.

It was as though the lion had fallen in love with the lamb.

“You smell really good.” Damian says through a sigh, only belatedly realizing just how awkward that was after the words leave his throat, “Oh my god that sounds so creepy I didn’t mean it-”

“You smell really good too,” It wasn’t what Tinsley had planned to say but if it would make Damian less uncomfortable she was okay with scraping her original sappy speech - besides he really does smell good, “Like mint and smog.”

He knows the smokey fragrance is from the gas bomb he had used the night prior on a few of the riddler’s henchmen, but Damian lets that thought drift peacefully from his head as her hands began playing with the fabric of his shirt, her lips moving in small puffs as she says, “It’s really crazy to see you, it’s like I’m meeting my best friend for the first time.”

The reply he goes with is cheesy, but he can’t find it in himself to care, “I am seeing my best friend for the first time.”

Drawing away with a grin Damian allows himself this one self-indulgent act, allows himself to drink in the slightly shorter girl in front of him, her sandals adding at least an inch in height with their white chunky heels and strappy bases. Tinsley’s hair was laying in long strands across her shoulders, each perfectly curling at the end and crooking up at the base of her neck. A flannel was thrown indolently around her shoulders to add a bit of warmth to the grey cropped shirt and ripped black jeans and Damian couldn’t help but inhale at the peaks of bronzed skin that appeared with every movement she made.

Shaking his head Damian attempts to refocus on her smirking face, a smug look gliding across her eyes like koi fish swimming their deft routine. With the quick realization, he hasn’t said anything for a good two minutes, Damian quickly spouts out, “You look um-nice Ley,”

“You don’t look too bad yourself edgelord,” She adds a playful wink and loops their arms together with comfortable ease, almost as though she knows that’s how they’re meant to be, connected, “C’mon let’s go I’m dying for taco bell,”

Damian, without reluctance, permits his body to decompress, the tension and nerves seeping out with every warm glance she offered and the soft touch of her skin against his flesh, “I don’t know how you can stomach that garbage,”

“Tsk. Such a rich boy thing to say,” Stopping briefly to pop her head inside the flat Tinsley yells, “See you tonight!” To her mother - who roars a warning to Damian - and resumes dragging the much larger man down the corridor with her.

“I’d be careful with what you say, I’m the one with a license after all,” Damian simpers and extracts the keys from his pocket, wagging them in front of Tinsley face teasingly, satisfied with himself as she lets out a childish huff and pouts in a fashion he finds sinfully adorable.

“I regret telling you that wholeheartedly, besides I’ve got my redo in two weeks soo I’ll be the one driving you places, “ Tinsley snatches the keys from his arm and dashes down the hall, only turning back around for a second to stick out her tongue and wink, emitting a boisterous, “Race ya!”

With a playful roll of his eyes, Damian pursues her, knowing full well he can catch up to her with ease if he so chooses to.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he watches from behind as Tinsley twirls and titters as if a ballerina executing a routine only she knows of. Damian wasn’t religious by any means, but this - this was something eternal, something sacred. That carefree expression etched into her face as she reaches the end of the hall, those teasing insults she spews at him while walking to the elevator, the warmth of her skin against his own as she places the keys in his hands and climbs into the passenger side of the car.

It prompted a feeling to froth in Damian’s chest, a feeling he never wanted to be rid of, a feeling that made the pit in his stomach seem not so deafening after all.

GOTHAM CITY WAYNE MANOR 07:02 PM

Driving back to the manor was an experience - to say the least, and Damian found himself learning a few different things. 

Firstly, She was a wretched singer, throughout the complete car ride her bellows of off-key glee songs left Damian to regret not insisting control of the aux. 

Secondly, She really was awful on the road, she screamed every time the car went over train tracks and went on and on about being crushed by two trucks and becoming a truck sandwich if Damian ever got too close to other cars.

Lastly, Damian is absolutely smitten with her.

The sky had turned frigid in the half an hour it took to arrive at the manor, it lays across them like a white blanket of frost and punctuates each of their breaths with puffs of grey- something Tinsley took benefit of when doing her red hood impression with the mock smoke of a cigarette. 

Damian walks up to the house, his hand interlocked with Tinsley’s for what he would never admit to being for anything other than warmth. 

The manor really is quite fantastical, with noble pedestals of brown and beige driving up to the roof, complex patterns incised into the granite walls and alabaster steps, each window a darkened hue that makes them seem all the more ambiguous than Tinsley already thought them to be. 

A key is fitted into the cold doorknob and Tinsley smiles as Damian yanks her inside, a small yelp leaving her lips as he does so with a probably unnecessary amount of force. Though, in his defense, he didn’t want to waste any time that could be spent inside with her instead of in the freezing night.

“I cannot believe you live here…” Tinsley allows herself to drink in the magnificent interior design, her heart swelling when she directs her gaze back at Damian, whose own eyes have been locked on her the whole time, the same expression coating his eyes when looking at her that she had looking at the structure, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Damian swears his heart skips a beat, and so he rather than confront the emotions and pressure fabricating in his gut he releases her hand and walks over to the couch, his back turned to the dejected expression Tinsley holds.

“Soooooo,” Tinsley trails off and plops onto the almost comically large couch, the pearly white cushion sinking under her weight and fluffing out around her head, “I’m still a firm believe we should order Taco bell and watch Twilight.”

Setting next to her Damian kicks off his converse, facing her with one eyebrow raised, “Ah yes cause I’m a well-known vampire fanatic.”

Tinsley sits up and punches his shoulder without any malice, her fist barely being felt through Damian’s thick jacket, “Ya know what buckeroo it’s good! Yeah, the acting is less than subpar but the story arc is great!”

With a swift flick of his wrists, he grabs her hands in his own, “Doesn’t an 18-year-old end up with a literal fetus?” 

Though Damian may not have been the biggest movie watcher he had read his fair share of cheesy romance novels - for research purposes of course - and twilight was most certainly included in that list.

“That’s not canon!” She argues, twisting so she was on top of him, arms still pinned to his.

“Didn’t the author write it?” Damian easily flips them a second time, the urge to be tender overwhelming despite the usual harshness in his fighting. But this wasn’t a fight - not really - and he needed to get used to that. Because with Tinsley it never would be a fight. 

Scrunching her eyebrows together in thought Tinsley groans, pouting out her bottom lip as her list of arguments ran out, so instead a simple “Shuddup!” would have to suffice. 

It was only then did Damian realize the position they were in. Tinsley pinned under him, her brown hair a makeshift halo under the fluorescent yellow lights and casting a yellow glow to her face, which almost seems to radiate pure rapture as she beams at him, such heat and affection it makes Damian want to cry. 

He’s a murder. And murders don’t deserve this. No matter how much he wants too. 

Getting up Damian turns his attention back to the screen, face heating up as he flicks the screen on, “So what do you want to watch?

GOTHAM CITY

CITY ROOFTOPS

12:57

Wind ruffles through his matte black hair and the cold brings his jade eyes to tears, the stinging of wetness against his eyelids burning like chlorine and sunscreen on a blistering summer’s day. Everything seems to anger him nowadays, the way the sun sets far too late on the horizon, how it barely caresses the moon and instead engulfs it, not a bit of fragility in the proficient routine they continuously dance. Even his telephone appears to be in opposition with him, invariably buzzing to life with sweet texts from the one person he refuses to be in contact with but so desperately desires to. 

Perhaps he was a bad person, Damian, had mulled over this thought all of last night, the words replaying in his head until they didn’t taste correct on his tongue or sound right for his ears. They reappear at the forefront now, when he is dawned in his vigilante attire and perched on Tinsley’s rooftop with the claim to be patrolling for crime when everyone knows that was most certainly not the reason for him being there. 

Seven Days. For seven days Damian has ignored every one of Tinsley’s persistent calls and texts, the fear of falling too deep for a girl who could most certainly do better than him devouring every bit of his soul. Eventually, the calls had trickled out and the texts became sparse until she finally cut him off altogether. He wanted to blame Tinsley at first, wanted so badly to make their devastating separation her fault when in actuality it was all Damian.

He had been the one terrified of getting hurt. He was the one who was scared she’d leave him. He was the one who knew she could do better. He was the one everyone abandoned. He was the one no one wanted. He was the one who had fallen in love with a girl on the internet. 

Everyone had tried to help in their own ways, Bruce had tried for days to figure out what was wrong, even threatening to take him off duty if he didn’t tell him. Dick had taken him out for ice cream in the hopes of cheering him up. Jason took Damian to shoot things, Duke spared with him to let him relieve stress, Stephanie had bought him cat toys for Alfred, Barbra had gotten him a fresh set of katanas, and Tim had sat down and just talked with him. In a way Damian couldn’t explain, this warmed his heart and filled the bits and crevices of the basin in this stomach (Especially Tim who - in a weird way -  Damian was closest to)

None of the attempted persuasions worked though and eventually, Damian stopped checking the messages and the hole in his chest expanded tenfold, so large and opaque he was fearful it would swallow him whole if he didn’t find something to fill it, this would likely prove to be challenging seeing as though only two people had ever been able to completely fill the irksome hole.

His mother was the first and most prominent, but after using him for years she threw him out, discarding the son to his father after training him to kill and feel nothing but a wave of numbness. After training him to be a monster. His father hadn’t wanted him at first, he was the product of manipulation and abuse, why would anyone want that? But Bruce had to take him, despite his original wishes, and even if Dick assured Damian that Bruce did love him the youngest Wayne couldn’t find it in himself to believe that.

Tinsley Elowen Nolans was the second. But now that she was gone Damian felt as though the hole had grown in size, the only parts in him unconsumed by the darkness where the spots reserved for his family. He knew that if he had simply allowed himself to open up to Tim, Dick, Jason, even Duke that they could possibly fill the cavity. But he didn’t want their warmth. He wanted hers.

Except he couldn’t have hers. 

He watches silently as Tinsley walks up to the building, fiddling with her yellow keychain to find the correct one to unlock the apartment complex doors. This was the usual routine she took, what wasn’t usual was what she does next. Damian quirks a brow under his mask as she takes out her phone and types a quick message, only understanding when his phone beeps with a message

TINSLEY

i miss you.

He shouldn’t have checked his phone, not when Tinsley was collapsing to the ground with quiet sobs escaping her lips. Her hair had been thrown into a lopsided ponytail and her mascara was starting to smear down her face with every trail of snot and whimper of inner torment. Damian wanted nothing more than to forget their fight, forget his stupidity, and jump down and make her forgive him, make her stop hurting, make her stop caring about him.

It was exceedingly critical for him to help her, comfort her. However, just as he goes to support her something pulls him back, maybe his insecurities, maybe the knowledge he was still in his uniform. Or maybe a sympathetic group of orphans who look at him with too much pity. 

With a scowl Damian shakes Dick’s grip off his shoulder, turning towards them with harsh eyes, blinking away the small tears that had managed to form in his irises. A disgruntled cough leaves his throat and he adjusts the black fabric of his mask to cover his bleary eyes, “Tsk. What is it? Don’t you all have neighborhoods to patrol?” 

“Bruce - I mean Batman,” Stephanie corrects after a glare from Cassandra, “Told us you refused to patrol any town but this one and

it seemed suspicious so Tim and I looked into it and that building,” She juts out a thumb to the sobbing girl and blue apartment complex, “Is not-so-coincidentally the same place Tinsley lives.”

Huffing Damian crosses his arms, “You’re right, it is a coincidence. Now shouldn’t you be swapping spit with that ugly bastard,” despite the words he isn’t trying to be malicious - he was just genuinely upset with the situation he has found himself in and is lashing out in the only way he knows how. (Okay and maybe he said it a bit to be mean)

“Robin we just want to help,” Barbra tries, dawned in her Batgirl suit, “With everything that’s gone down we don’t think it’s healthy for you to be ‘patrolling’ here. You’ll never be able to move on from Tinsley if you’re constantly seeing her.”

“Oh please he isn’t trying to move on, he’s trying to get her back.” Jason cuts in, rolling his eyes and clicking a finger against his red helmet, “Which is the right thing to do considering she made him less … well ... him”

“Red hood don’t be mean,” Dick scolds, a pitiful smile on his lips as he turns to Damian and engulfs him in a forced hug, “Whatever you need we’re here for you little D.”

“I need you all to leave me alone!”

Tim steps forward and pries Dick off of Damian, mumbling a barely audible, “He doesn’t want a hug, you’re making him uncomfortable” before turning his attention back to Damian, “Okay well anything except that.” 

“Robin, what happened between you two anyway?” Cassandra finally asks, easing the question on everyone's mind with a few words, “You seemed so ... I don't know … happy? Though I have to admit I’m slightly relieved you aren’t gushing over your phone during training sessions anymore.”

“Black Bat, you straight up skip training sessions what the fuck are you on about?” Duke’s eyes go wide as Cassandra throws a knife at him, his hand shooting up and catching it with ease, “Okay damn girl.”

Cassandra snatches her knife back and throws a glare at the yellow-suited man, “Watch it Signal.” 

“Can we please get back to Robin and his saga of love?”

Damian can’t help it, the tears push heavily against his eyes and finally break free from the trap of his green irises, small uneven blobs of wetness trailing down his face and plopping onto the ground with a deafening noise. It wasn’t that loud, but Damian's fuzzy head and fast-beating heart augment the noise tenfold.

Everyone goes silent, possibly from a shortage of anything to say, or perhaps from seeing such a austere boy collapse down into pitful bewailings in front of them. His legs buckle and the dark haired man fallsl to his knees, arm covering his face in pure agony as every text he ever sent replays in his mind, a broken record forcing him to relive what he’s done.

So much pain he doesn’t notice the same rag tag group of orphans engulfing him in a hug

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[luckyshotwrites]

Can you do Lev with🔞please, thank you!

This is for this ask game! And if you missed part 1

FOR CONTEXTS AS TO WHY LEV IS WEARING THIS... xD Day 22 - Life Festival Day 1 (Oct. 7th Friday) Part 4 Lev gave Lynette a bikini to wear as a "joke". So she thought it would be funny to do the same after she won a bet. BUT, he isn't one to backdown from a challenge...(@vore-toast for the idea for this!)

HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANON. (I am trying to go through all of these as fast and as best as I can. xD THANK YOU FOR THE SUBMISSIONS).

[luckyshotwrites]

HII LEV ANON AGAIN!! BUT THIS TIME QUESTIONS FOR THE OTHERS!!!

SO Of all the workers in widfali, who’s the craziest sleeper? Who’s the calmest sleeper? And who’s the heaviest and lightest sleepers? How does Beatrice feel about humans; does she genuinely care for them? I know she has like a lot of people that love her, so does she love them back? How close are Zilla and Zane, and why do they have different eating habits? And lastly, who’s the best with horror, and who’s the worst?

Once again sorry abt the rant of questions! But all these characters have a special place in my heart ❤️ I love widfali

Lev Anon! XD Oh gosh, if that's the name you so choose. Lol. Nice to see ya back!

Craziest sleeper: Lynette, even though it hasn't been shown much she used to get into terrible shenanigans as a kid sleep walking. She climbed a tree once, fell down some basement stairs, and the likes. She is a danger if she goes to sleep too stressed or is in a new place.

Calmest Sleeper: June, he doesn't make noise, doesn't move, he's just a puddle of goo, and has been referenced to feel like a cozy water bed.

Heaviest Sleeper: Once they are out, Lev, believe it or not. Even though he sleeps for a couple hours a day, once he's asleep, he's out like a light. He's generally hard to get up, but his sleep rhythm is so on point that he'll wake up once he has exactly enough. Try to wake him up before that at your own risk.

Lightest Sleeper: Drake unfortunately, given his knack for hearing heartbeats. He gets woken up by them easily as well as other small noises in his room. That's why it was such a hassle for him sleeping in the same room with Lynette.

Beatrice's love for humans?: (As spoiler free as possible). Simply put, she loves their admiration, and treats them all gently. But she believes herself to be better than them in every way, so she doesn't love them per say, she's happy they know their place is all.

Zilla and Zane's closeness: As they are fraternal twins, they did everything together. So they do know almost everything about one another. As they've gotten older they've taken up a few differences in interests including eating habits. (And more regarding them will be coming up sometime later so I don't want to spoil too much! Sorry!!)

The best with Horror related anything: A tie between Lev, Drake, and Claudia, none of them really flinch or get scared when watching horror movies. Actually, Drake prefers them. Lev likes to watch them during dates on occasions to induce a little more fear when he has fun with them. And Claudia likes really any type of movie, she thinks they're really cool as she's never seen anything like it before.

The worst with Horror movies: Lynette and a little bit Zilla. Though it's hard to tell on Zillas face, she'd squirm or get worried if a gorey scene comes on. While, Lynette even before meeting everyone was easily spooked. She usually hides for most horror movies or is simply there for the snacks.

I HOPE THESE ANSWERED YOUR QUESTION!

Don't apologize for ever asking questions, I enjoy getting them, and I'm really glad you love my story...you have no idea how much that means to me. ❤️ I hope I can keep giving you content to enjoy! AND YOU BETTER HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAY (NONNEGOTIABLE!)

[luckyshotwrites]

Glad to see your able to go back to your normal posting schedule!

And I’ve got another question for the widdali cast:

(If they went to school) were they popular in school? What were they like in school? (Smart, social, an athlete, etc.) and what kind of people would they want to be friends with?

-Lev anon

YO YO! SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. I WANT TO DO SOME ART OF EVERYONE YOUNGER. xD But it seems like it'd take more time! I will put it out soon! ALSO it's always a pleasure to get some of those questions from ya, my friend!

I'm gonna answer for the main cast (night crew):

Fun fact, Alexander, Drake, and Lev were homeschooled for a majority if not all of their lives. Claudia learned a lot on the fly or from her previous "life" (her mom), and Zilla (also Zane) educated themselves most of their lives. Lynette was the only one who went to school, normally. Though, as it has been mentioned. She did not finish high school, she got her GED later.

I can tell you this will be what if's though! (Popular level 1-5, and Renowned Level 1-5)

Lynette:

Sterotype: Similar to as she is now, a cheerful doormat. She's generally very social, the setting she's in doesn't allow her to shine in a lot of these aspects unfortunately. She used to be seen as "popular" not in the sense of snobby, but a lot of people around school knew of her. However, she wasn't really invited out anywhere and because of some things that were going down in high school, she found herself pulling away from hanging out. WHEN the Paytons did not move.

Popular Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (She'd be someone people would feel like they'd want to talk to and expel their feelings too).

Renown Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Simply because she's friendly and says hi to everyone, keeps tabs on them).

Desired Friend: Lynette wouldn't be picky with who she's friends with, but she'd at least want people that treat others nicely and with respect.

Alexander:

Sterotype: He'd be an athlete for sure. He'd have to constantly keep himself in shape, so working out on sports would make it a lot easier. However, I'd imagine he'd have to take the hunger suppressants quite frequently when he'd be in games. Which could have bad long term effects on his body. (If monsters had school systems like this, the C.P.P.A. does have home schooling programs, but nothing to a full-blown school extent).

Popular Level - ⭐⭐ (His bluntness would lead to people staying away).

Renown Level - ⭐⭐⭐ (Known as a star football player (most likely) because for his frame and height).

Desired Friend: Alexander would probably want to be friends with those who play with him. Outside of that, it can be up in the air but someone to train with would be best.

Drake:

Sterotype: He'd be most likely known as a rebel or fighter. He used to have a bit of a temper growing up. (Funny for Drake I know, more with that will be explained when we get to his arc). I can even imagine him being more of a bully too. If he was as he was, a vampire beast in a school of humans, he'd most likely get the people that are "too" well off. He'd end up in the principals office a lot.

Popular Level - ⭐ (Known for being a bully and hard to deal with).

Renown Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Most people would know to avoid him).

Desired Friend: He wouldn't care much for friends, he'd be fine being alone/doing stuff by himself. (At least that's what he'll say). In regards to what kind of friend, someone who doesn't question him.

Claudia:

Sterotype: A class clown/prankster. If she was able to go to school, I'd imagine she'd want to do some of the most ridiculous stuff to either impress or rile up people. She'd want to get a lot of laughs out of others so she'd go off the wall to a certain extent. Which much like Drake would land her in the principals office, for different reasons of course.

Popular Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Pretty funny 9/10, would laugh at her pranks again).

Renown Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (She'd come with a warning label).

Desired Friend: Someone to help her with her "crimes". She'd want another to do these things with, plot with her, maybe even give her some advice for the future. Just generally someone who's company would boast hers or that she can joke around with.

Zilla:

Sterotype: A mix of the punk/skater kids. Zilla loves to sing rock and she'd love the styles of both as she wears a lot of torn jeans, leather, etc. However, grade wise she'd be an overachiever in secret. She wouldn't want to ruin her credit with her group, but she's very studious and smart. So she'd catch onto schooling quite quickly. She'd be hiding a secret life between the groups.

Popular Level - ⭐⭐⭐ (Generally laid back, though she would be conniving to an extent too, so I would expect popularity is up in the air).

Renown Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (She'd be known for her garage/out in the middle of nowhere outside concerts).

Desired Friend: Those that match her style or challenge her mentally. I can imagine her dressing up in a totally different outfit and sneaking off to play boardgames or chess. Or hanging out with the band kids to hear them play instruments and get the rhythm.

Lev:

Sterotype: Popular kid, no doubt. Lev would integrate himself into several groups just to try things out, going from club to click. I can also imagine him being an overachiever along with Zilla. Though, he'd show his expertise. He'd be analyzing what he can from each group and gathering things he can use later against them if needed. He'd also probably end up in the principals office as well for "starting" fights. Peoples partners flirting with him back would cause others to try to beat his ass. Unfortunately for them, he's good at being a matador.

Popular Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (He'd be wellknown and generally well-liked by a lot of people as he can be persuasive).

Renown Level - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Everyone would know or hear rumors about him).

Desired Friend: He wouldn't really care as to who, as most individuals would consider themselves friends with Lev given the fact that he hands out with them a lot.

AND THATS A WRAP. xD I would do MORE trust me. But I shouldn't push it. THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE QUESTION AND I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY. YOU BETTER HAVE A BOMBASTIC DAY, NONNEGOTIABLE AS ALWAYS!~