Warning: Serious Drunken Smut and Lemons coming up. Denizens Of Hell... The idea I had behind this is I'm only going to write when I'm good and drunk! (which is... pretty often). You're free to request something, but be warned! I'm not into all that pedophily shit. So I ain't doing that. All Lemons will be marked with a 🍋 Be Tee Dubs. I don't the art I use. I'm a dirty little google thief. All characters depicted, unless otherwise noted, belong to Momma Vivzie. So yeah, let's make it fucky.

Alastor X F.Reader - Not In Canon - NSFW - Viewer Discretion Is Advised I do not own the art displayed and all characters of Hazbin Hotel are owned by Vivziepop. Author Note: WELP GUYZ, I'm gonna give this a good ol' try and see if you all like it. Not a big fanfiction writer, so hopefully we can figure this out together! ^_~ ---- This isn't how you imagined your life would go, nor that it would be taken from you so quickly. Life is fragile and it's fleeting. Like time itself is always speeding up, year after year until... It stops. Frightened after having been ripped suddenly from the world of the living, you're now in a much more sinister place that's unimaginable. Filled with terror, anarchy and bloodlust, you'll have to learn to navigate this existence, and quickly. Still reeling from your untimely death, you haven't had a chance to process death, what you've become, or what you're capable of. An unlikely cast of demons is willing to help you, but at what cost to you? --- "My dear, don't be shy! Turn that frown upside down! You're in great company this evening, surely you can find solace in that!" Alastor swept one arm up, open handed, gesturing in a wide birth, as though unveiling paradise for me to be mesmerized by all there is to behold. "...This is hell. Actual hell. Literal hell. The definition. This is ridiculous. You're---" The words were forced, choked out through a contracting throat. Each word burning as I spoke them. I walk to the radio sitting on the lobby desk, shaking my head as though it'll help to will the words out. I reach for the off switch, my mind begging for all of this madness to end. The chaos in this lobby is dizzying. Before I slide the switch to off, still choking on my words, I'm interrupted. Alastor's voice isn't cheery anymore. The static rasp deepens, his every word reverberating in my body.. all I can do is freeze in place. "Darling, Let The Radio Play."

Hiya folks, this is some oneshots of our favorite Strawberry Pimp, Deer Daddy, Deer boi, etc etc. Be warned whenever I write angst it usually ends in fluff so if you want really angsty stuff, ya better comment it specifically that you want extreme angst. Though, whenever I do that I spend a ton of time really sad about the ending. Requests might take awhile for me to do, but now that I have nothing to do requests are free until I say otherwise. Enjoy casual, curious, and or cringed out readers, while myself and the thirsty fangirls scream over fangirl stuff. Request can be Fluff, Angst, Lemon, Lime etc etc.

Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop!! CHaracters: Angel Alaster Sir Pentious Picture is not mine

Aw shit here we go again. Preferences for the characters of Vivziepop's Hazbin Hotel! All the characters belong to her and all writing here belongs to me. The characters will include: Charlie Vaggie Angel Dust Alastor Husk Cherri Bomb Katie Killjoy Tom Trench Sir Pentious (More characters can and will be added as more episodes of the show come out) Highest Rankings #1 - Hazbin Hotel Preferences #1 - Hazbin Hotel Scenarios #6 - Hazbin Hotel #6 - Hazbin Hotel x Reader #8- Vivziepop #43 - Hell #1- Girlfriend Scenarios #120 - Youtube #2- Boyfriend Scenarios #9 - Preferences #81 - Scenario

This book is finished! This is book one, a second one will be made! This is all for fun so please no hate. This book will include Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel, Portia, Lucio, Valerius and the Devil. I used Merdeces and Melchoir for the cover because I like them a lot and red flowers for the cover since red flowers means love. I used a dark tint since this book has some serious angst sometimes. I don't own The Arcana. The characters are from the game The Arcana, made by Nix Hydra.

Oh look...another Creepypasta Zodiac Book... Sigh.

It's just a glitch on the computer. Nothing major. It happens to everyone. Everyone gets a virus now and then. Right?

In the gloom of night, standing like a guardian before the front doors of Freddy Fasbear's was the imposing form of William Afton. "You don't intimidate me, Mr. Afton." You cast him an unimpressed expression, turning your back to him. "Being non-threatening is my specialty." He purred, moving in closely behind you and leaning over your shoulder. "You wouldn't believe what I get away with." He watched you closely as if he's decoding and analyzing your expressions. "Go home, y/n." William said quietly, his words severe and devoid of kindness, each punched with intense foreboding. "Go live your life while you still can. You're dismissed." CW: Contains Major Fnaf The Fourth Closet (3rd novel) spoilers ahead. This fic is based on the official novel's lore and set before them on the timeline in 1988. William is younger so he acts differently than his older self. There are brief hints of self harm and suicidal thoughts Chapter 6 onward, as they pertain to the official canon lore. Disclaimer: This story is not meant to be an example or a healthy relationship and should be enjoyed as fiction. Readers are discouraged from emulating the behavior or actions of this story.

this is what I do when I'm bored and not reading or watching tv