These only contain the main characters (Charlie, Vaggie, Cherri Bomb, Niffty, Angel Dust, Alastor, Sir Pentious) You can imagine yourself how you met them. I won't choose your species, gender, personality, etc... Those things are all up to you to choose. Tagged mature for; self-harm, addiction, violence/fighting and death scenario chapters. I don't do smut so no smut. A few sexual mentions for Angel Dust's parts in the beginning few chapters though, but it's never explicit. I don't own Hazbin Hotel. Hazbin Hotel is owned by Vivziepop and all the other lovely, wonderful people who made/worked on it.

Osc characters kiss eachother? Osc characters kiss you? You can make it happen here, just req a ship and if it follows my guidelines then I'll write a cute lil story abt it (I'm a beginner writer!!!)

You know about BFDI Oneshots. Object loves object, reader loves object, et cetera. But what if the relationship itself is too much? Too pressuring? Too unhealthy? This book focuses on Yandere or Yan! Objects / Readers / Hosts with unhealthy love for another. Impressive rankings: #1 on objectshowsxreader (17/3/25) #2 on objects (27/11/25) #8 on tpot (13/3/25) #1 on bfdia (26/11/25) #8 on objectshows (18/3/25) #2 on bfb (9/7/25) #12 on bfdi (1/9/25) #16 on yanderexreader (27/11/25) #28 on yander (27/11/25) I DO NOT OWN BFDI, BFDIA OR ANY OTHER BFDI OBJECT SHOWS. ALL CREDIT GOES TO JACKNJELLIFY.

I wrote this fanfic when I was 11 or 12, so read the earlier chapters at your own risk. As of May 9th, 2026, I will be rewriting each of the chapters!! They can be found at the end of the book :3 ⚠️THIS WILL BE CRINGE⚠️ The characters in this story are STILL they're object forms (as of the earlier versions from 2022. In the 2026 chapters, they will be humanized). Inanimate Insanity belongs to AnimationEpic / Adam Katz ALSO: this story has fruity piss colored objects falling in love. Read at your own risk. INCLUDES SOME. I say SOME: Lime or Lemon. There will.. probably be more. Nvm. Beware chapter 10. That part has SMUT.

Under the shimmering glow of the Starlit Kingdom, this years grand masquerade ball marks the convergence of fate, ambition, and forbidden desires. Beneath the dazzling lights and elaborate masks, whispers weave through the palace halls, where nobles and commoners alike chase their dreams, their secrets, and their own hearts. For one performer, the night is a chance to prove herself, to enchant the kingdom with acrobatic skills. But as the orchestra's music sways, so too does the tide of destiny. When the night ends and the masks fall away, what awaits (y/n)?

Dandy's World x Reader oneshots └── •✧• ──┘ "𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚." └── •✧• ──┘ ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 @Guava_cookiees888 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕗𝕡

A humanized school au called "inanimate insanity high school" cover art is mine. Cheesy moves to a new school makes a few friends but trophy seems to despise him can things go good between them?

A series of Inanimate Insanity and Battle for Dream Island Oneshot ships! Some of those including... Nickel x Balloon Fan x Test Tube Fan x Knife Fan x Trophy Marshmellow x Apple Lightbulb x Paintbrush Silver Spoon x Candle Mephone x Fan Knife x Trophy Trophy x Tissues Trophy x Cheesy Knife x Mephone Paper x OJ Suitcase x Baseball Bow x Marshapple Tennis Ball x Golf Ball Pin x Coiny Flower x Lollipop Four x X Four x Two Eraser x Pen Leafy x Firey Blocky x Woody Bomby x Nickel Leafy x Pin Tennis Ball x Nickel Evil Leafy x Fries Firey x Coiny Book x Nickel Book x Pencil and maybe more! I am taking requests for different ideas! Some stories I have drawn pictures for! So I hope you enjoy!

[HUMANIZED!] "...Alright, does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on," Paintbrush yelled sternly, rubbing their temples to stave off an incoming headache. "THERE'S A DEMON! THERE'S A DEMON IN THE DORM PAINTBRUSH!" Fan screamed, pointing his lightsaber (where did he even get that?) at the floor, swinging it around and nearing throwing it several times, his grip on the handle unsteady. Paintbrush turned their attention to the end of Fan's lightsaber, and on the floor was a small Cellar Spider, not completely motionless but certainly not hostile. I should've expected this, Paintbrush thought hopelessly, rolling their eyes. I am rooming with five-year-olds. . . OR: Paintbrush doesn't know if they'll pass their first year of college; their new dormmates certainly aren't helping. (A Lightbrush college AU.) This fic contains humanized characters, swearing, and the ships fantube and lightbrush. Cross-posted on ao3 under the same alias. [I do not own Inanimate Insanity or any of the characters from it. This work is fan-made.]

Climbing up the ladder, you pulled yourself into the dusty old attic. You didn't know where you were, you didn't know who you are. Your thoughts were a swarm of voices, so many voices of all different kinds. Are you one person? Are you multiple? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦? And yet, you explored the dark space you were in, like you were on autopilot. You were unable to control your movements, and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Everything in your brain was just noise. Meaningless, jumbled noise that drove you insane. You would've cried, you would've screamed for help, you would've thrashed and sobbed, but you couldn't. The voices grew louder, some sympathetic, most not caring. You had the feeling that the voices didn't know the effect they had on you, not until now. But why did they know now? You came to a sudden halt. The feeling of leather on your skin was enough to drag you into reality, if this even was real. A book. The voices had led you to a book. A book with a childish drawing of a blue creature on it, black text crudely pasted on it. You didn't understand what it said. The voices grew louder. Were they tired of you? Were you taking too long? Your arms move on their own. They were never really yours anyways. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜, 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟. The voices disappear, one by one. Their requests have been answered, and as they leave, they take a little piece of you. Piece by piece, voice by voice, you are ripped apart. There's nothing of the original you left. But the pieces of you slowly grow, each into their own person. You may not exist anymore, but they do. They will satisfy the readers now that you can't.