Hey Jon Ill Make Copies, But You Cant Go Into The Tunnels Anymore. Got It??

“hey jon i’ll make copies, but you cant go into the tunnels anymore. got it??”

“of course, yeah. understood. no tunnel adventures”

cannot express how much i dont trust jon rn. idiot..

hi and welcome to my blog, where god decided that my only fucking talent is to make devastating, gut-wrenching, heartbreaking angst of my favorite characters!!

the (current) favorite character is question is this motherfucker. i love him so much, i want to fucking throttle him, i hope he dies. (affectionate)

i typically write angst fics, but i also doodle!! occasionally i will whip out animations and rendered art if i feel like it.

my favorite flavor of angst tends to revolve around alastor trauma.. most, if not all, of my fics tend to be in the same au. it doesn’t have a name, tge lore is all over the place, and half of it is literally just headcanons. but i love it, so.

here’s my ao3! it only has one hazbin fic on it rn, but im making more..

i have so many aus/fics, i will make a masterlist of storts later. >>here<<

ummm anyway thats all?? idk what the fuck im doing

how the fuck am i supposed to comfort this bitch WHEN HE DOESNT LIKE SHOWING WEAKNESS AND HATES THE PERSON WHOS GONNA COMFORT HIM.

*rattles him* what do you require you asshole

guys how the fuck do intro posts work

oh look, it’s another snippet!! this one is longer, and mostly dialogue. i love me some dialogue <33

one of my favorite fics im working on, even if it’s really, kinda concerning.. this fic came to me in a dream!! i domt wanna spoil it too much, but i often refer to this as “the charlie pov fic”, and sometimes “the scars fic”.

snippet under the cut!

“And just what do you think you’re doing, Miss Charlotte?”

She did not shriek, or squeal, or jump a foot in the air. Anybody who said so was a liar. What she did do was whip around to face Alastor.

He looked like shit, honestly. There were dark circles under his eyes, his suit had barely-there wrinkles, like he slept in it or something, and Charlie swears there are spots of dried blood littering said suit.

“Well?”

“I was coming to check on you.”

“Oh, is that so? Didn’t anyone teach you to knock? Or did your father not do that, either.”

“Okay, he may not- Ughhh. I tried knocking, I really did, but then you weren’t answering, and I thought something happened and I just—”

“Did it ever occur to you that I might not’ve been in the room?”

“I mean, yes? But with how you were acting recently, I was just really worried that something happened. I just wanted to come by and apologize for the other day. I haven’t seen you at all since then..”

“Well, I can assure you that I am absolutely fine! You don’t need to worry about me.”

“supplement: i got lost in the tunnels” DUDE. JON. OH MY. IDIOT!! STUPID DUMB WHYYYY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

“hey jon i’ll make copies, but you cant go into the tunnels anymore. got it??”

“of course, yeah. understood. no tunnel adventures”

cannot express how much i dont trust jon rn. idiot..