"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

i like to write short little trashy poems and decided to share them, some are vents, and some are love poems,

For Fawn, life was normal. As a 21 year old college student living on her own, she's doing pretty decent with the cards she's been dealt. Who knew that one dusty old box from 1925 could rattle her world and take her back in time to experience first hand the bloody past of old New Orleans? In a panic to fix her mistake, she shakes hands with death himself, and seals her fate. Now, her clock is running down, and time is not on her side as she races to figure out a way home. ** Any art in this book belongs to me. The cover belongs to me. Fawn belongs to me. Alastor and any other hazbin hotel related character belongs to Viv.

this is a story that im just gonna write in my spare time its about Y/N a centurie old demon who is extremely strong since she was nearly a pure soul except she had killed herself making her end up in hell. heads up this will have graphic description and a small amount of smut here and there