Series Idea.

Series idea.

So I wanna write something with original characters, but I know that people here might not like it UNLESS...

Should I make it to where the reader can insert themselves in the story?

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Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

While I cannot do anything personally(due to certain restrictions on my part), I will happily respond to this so that other people who are capable can help you out.

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this alastor redesign i did like a while while back

Drawing of my oc!

I love her sm

Pray The Fear Away

“When I was a kid, I used to pray every time things got scary. I don’t even think I believed it’d work, but I did it anyway. Gave me something to believe in.”

Exams. (Pt. 3 of Story)

I'm trying to make a name fore the story. Please lmk suggestions!!

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Exams.

The time of year to write down everything you pretended to care about for the past several weeks on a paper in the span of one hour and fourty-five minutes.

X hated them. She was smart, sure, but the concept was so dumb to her. If they wanted her to care, they should teach her better.

And she’s a busy woman! Being the daughter of a famous business man puts a lot of attention on her. So now she’s pulling her second all-nighter in a row- studying. Her mind had finally focused itself on her work, and now hours have passed before she even knew it. She was so focused, in fact, that her brain didn’t even comprehend the figure in her room til it’s hand was laid on her shoulder, producing a jump from her.

“For fuck’s sake, Y! I was focused–” She starts,

“You’re killin’ yourself in here.” He interrupts with a statement, leaving no room for argument.

“Okay?? Did you need somethin’?” She asks, the lack of sleep causing a more snappy response than intended.

“Go to bed.” He says.

“No. I’ve still got to re-go-over the Civil War.”

“And when did it start?”

“1861.”

“Exactly.”

He picks her up and places her gently in front of the bathroom door, ignoring her insults and protests as he grabs her folded pajamas- the same ones he laughed at the first time he saw her in them- and places them in her arms.

“Change” He demands.

“But–” She begins to argue.

“X, I don’t say this lightly when I tell you you’re the smartest person I know. You are. If you fail, then the rest of us are doomed. Am I understood?”

She paused, and her face flushed a bit at his words.

“Yeah… Okay.” She nods and goes into the bathroom to change. While she does so, Y pulls her bed comforter and sheet back a bit for her to sleep in. He turns to X when he hears her small yawn before she crashes half on the bed as her other half dangles over the edge, feet poking the floor.

“Oh, come on..” Y mutters before picking her up and moving her on the bed, fully, this time.

“Night night, Y…” X mutters as she curls into her pillow.

“Goodnight, X.” He replies as he stands for a second til she’s sleeping, then exits.

“Mr. Z!” Exclaims Y as he sees X’s father, Z.

“Y,” Z greets. “May I know what you’re doing this late?”

“Just convincing your daughter to sleep, sir. Nothing more.” He answers.

Z glares at him, then sighs. “I’ll believe you, Y. But just know that even one word of you lying to me tonight will lead to you being fired. Am I understood?” He asks coldly.

“Yes sir.” Y replies as Z walks away.

Y peeks in X’s room to check if she’s still sleeping.

‘Thank heavens. Almost thought we woke her.’ He thinks with a relieved sigh, then walks to the guest room that is now his, humming a familiar song as he does.

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