❝ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥; 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ ┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐ Talia Cardazo knew life wasn't fair; she had experienced such a sentiment firsthand. But despite the harshness of life, and whatever came beyond it, she wouldn't let it break her; she told herself that if it did, then what would become of her? One day, her only true friend expressed her desire to rehabilitate the scum of the land, wanting to help people better themselves and get a second chance to achieve the seemingly impossible; earning a spot in Heaven. Of course, Talia was more than eager to offer her assistance; it sounded like everything that she'd ever dreamed of, helping others in a place where such a concept was completely foreign. But if there was one thing that she had learned from her time in such a place, it was that nothing in Hell ever went as planned. People would come and go into her life, and she didn't know if she would be able to watch them try to leave; especially one whom she had grown attached to in a way she had never anticipated. After all, where those demons were attempting to go, Talia was more than certain that she could never, ever follow. ¸.*♡*.¸ : ̗̀➛ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀; completed : ̗̀➛ 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺; hazbin hotel, pilot - s.1 └───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #1 - alastorxoc #25 - hh #14 - radio #6 - smiles [ --- ] 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 5/9/24 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃: 10/18/24

Their planet was forgotten--Destroyed, someone had told them. They were taken a very long time ago, taken and held down and beaten to submission. The more time they waste, the worst. One day they'd grow too weak to do anything--one day they wouldn't be able to even stand. Then, their leg broke. Moon thinks they broke more than that. And when they no longer felt it hurt, they knew they had waited too long to do anything. It was already too late. Until it really isn't. (In which you get hit by a car, punch someone in the face, and self-sign yourself as a caretaker to two aliens.)

In an opulent mansion, Isabella and Alexander, forced into a loveless marriage, exchanged vows. Their eyes held immense hatred, a shared secret behind practiced smiles. Weeks passed, their interactions remained cold and formal. Then, Isabella uncovered Alexander's dark deeds, thrusting them into a treacherous world of deceit. "Promise me you'll never speak of this," Alexander whispered urgently. "I can't ignore it," Isabella said. Their lives unraveled, and they became unwilling partners in a dangerous game. Betrayal loomed, and Isabella finally admitted, "I hate you more than anyone." "The feeling is mutual," Alexander retorted. Their marriage, born of obligation, had become a crucible of secrets and lies. They faced dark forces, and just as they stood on the precipice of their perilous journey, Alexander's voice dripped with menace. "I promise you, Isabella," he hissed, "before this is over, you'll wish you'd never been born."

For years, Skeppy has felt as if someone's been watching him in his own house. He could feel eyes peering at him from within the dark, but whenever he opened his eyes he was met with the undisturbed interior of his bedroom. As a joke, his friend Vurb suggests he writes a note to the "demon observing him." Skeppy, having nothing better to do than meme the non-existent entity in his room, writes a note with Vurb's guidance and places it on the floor beside his bed. It was a joke. That's all it was supposed to be, a silly joke that wasn't supposed to result in Skeppy befriending any hellish creatures -- and yet there he was, eating gluten-free muffins and roasting a demon's ability to do his job. ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ A/N: Skeppy and Bad's friendship is absolutely wholesome and this fanfiction does NOT intend to shove the concept of "Skephalo" down their throats. Each character will be referred to as their usernames (with real names being referenced on occasion.) This fanfic does not perfectly reflect the mentioned CC's actual behavior. I dunno why, but I feel more comfortable putting twists on a "character" than copying and pasting an individual into a story. It's my way of separating fictional interpretations from the real deal. Also, if Bad or Skeppy were to express any form of disdain towards this shitty piece of literature, I won't hesitate to tear it down like my family tore down my dreams of being a veterinarian ;) I literally saw a shitpost Skephalo comic and was inspired to write this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Cover not mine, made by Katiculla on Twitter.

(BOOK 1) Centuries after the events of the original Warriors series and the downfall of the four clans, Warriors: Black Rain takes place in a forest once again divided; RainClan, MistClan, ThornClan, and MapleClan now rule, with mystery and majesty hiding in every shadow. Every day is filled with adventure and discovery, but the shadows of the past hold many secrets. One cat, torn from blood to clan, must choose her path, and choose it wisely. If she chooses wrong, the balance of the entire forest could be at stake. A fan-made Warriors book series. Book One of the Warriors: Shadows of the Past series. *Original Warriors books by Erin Hunter* *ALL ART BY ME: NOT FOR PUBLIC USE*