just a bunch of my fandoms + my OCs.
Includes my OCs, Hazbin Hotel, TADC, RTC, Total Drama At The Movies, My Little Pony
Alex: *sobbing, in complete agony.*
Scarlett: *rubbing her temples.* no no, stop crying, I need to keep explaining the Five Nights at Freddy's lore! *Taps whiteboard with pointer stick.*
Alex: *SOB*
Julia: alone on a Friday night~?
Julia: god you're pathetic.
Caine: Kaufmo abstracted? Why didn't anybody tell me? ;P
Pomni: I've been calling for you all day! For this exact reason!
Angel Dust: I mean, you can't really blame me for trying.
Vaggie: to commit murder? Did you really think you wouldn't get in any trouble?
Angel Dust: I don't really do fear, or impulse control, or focus, or sticking to one subject for too long. Can I have a soda?
Roxy: *scared of pregnancy and late on period* mm-mm, there's no way that this means nothing, there are two things that are never late, Swiss watches and my cycle.
Husk: shit, are Swiss watches really never late?
Narrator: from a young age, Silas's mother knew two things about her son.
Child Silas: *Sitting sideways in a chair, eating a popsicle and watching Sailor Moon.*
Narrator: the second thing...
Emily: I'm just your typical Christian girl.
Emily: I like gospel music
Emily: and long skirts
Emily: and eating out hot broads on a Friday night
Chilli: hey everyone. Today my brother pushed me, so I'm making a Kickstarter to put him down.
Chilli: *starts their PowerPoint presentation.* the benefits of putting him down are; I would get pushed less.
Emily: *drunk, clinging to Silas, crying.*
Silas: *awkwardly patting her head, frantically looking for someone to help.*
Alastor, tipsy: my daughter listens to fucking rock and/or roll music, I failed as a parent.
Agatha, sick of dealing with his shit: Daddy, I'm also a lesbian Wiccan.
Alastor, tipsy: SHE LISTENS TO ROCK AND/OR ROLL MUSIC.
Pomni: I CANT REMEMBER MY NAME!
Jane Doe from Ride The Cyclone: *sips cup of tea* first time?
Scarlett: *sighs* guess my family's really never going to accept me.
Alex: oh well, too bad, bye bye family.
Husk: *drops his phone on Angel Dust's foot* shit, sorry.
Angel Dust: I've been wearing heels for decades, you could drop a pay phone on my foot and it wouldn't hurt.
Shoshana: unlike you people, conservatives have never tried to cancel something just because we didn't agree with it.
Gina: Uh, queer marriage?
Angel Dust: Queer folks in general?
Alex: breaking gender roles?
Enola: gender affirming surgery?
Husk: comic books?
Agatha: rock and roll music?
Alastor: ENTIRE ETHNIC CULTURES??
Constance: *sprinting away* AHHHHH AHH AHHHHHHHH!
Jane Doe: Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?
Roxy: *Smacks Angel Dust on the back and gestures at Husk* got him all warmed up for ya
Alex, reading comments on a post me made: 'Men should never wear dresses.'
Alex: first of all, it was a skirt and blazer set. Second of all, I looked prettier than you.
Angel Dust: being a gay guy with a mafia family back in the thirties is like being a caveman with a laptop. Yeah, you can play with it, but there just isn't anywhere to plug it in
Chilli: ladies, if you're anti-feminist I better not catch you wearing pants, having a job of any kind, monetising your social media (it is a job), being unmarried by 25, not having at least two kids by thirty, disobeying men in ANY WAY...
Shoshana, a GenZ conservative who hasn't read a history book since eighth grade: the nineteen fifties. When men could expect to come home to a clean house and a hot meal and women could stay at home baking, sewing, and rocking their babies to sleep.
Niffty, a woman from the fifties: The nineteen fifties. When you'd get diagnosed with insanity if you were a white person who cared about civil rights and acid was getting thrown into pools black people were using. (Both of those are true.)
