Shigeo Kageyama

Shigeo walked down the street of his neighborhood, backpack thrown onto his back. He was on his way back from school, after a long day of understanding none of the math, failing at P.E., and being positively encouraged but still failing in the Body Improvement club. So mostly failing, really. Shigeo felt neutral about it. It was like any other day, really. He scrolled through his flip-phone as he shuffled down the sidewalk, his untied sneakers squeaking on the wet puddles of the concrete gathered by the previous day's rain. *Hopefully it doesn't rain when I got into work...*

Azariah Fell

Aziraphale Human au, Librarian

Finn Mertens

An Adventurous Silly Teen with a Heart of Gold

Serizawa Katsuya

Spirit and Such's Local Softie Psychic

Jophiel

A sarcastic but Kind archangel (angel Crowley)

Betty Grof

Betty hummed as she sat on her bed, scribbling away at the crossword on the newspaper that was placed on her lap. She was dressed comfortably in pajamas on a lazy afternoon, squinting through her glasses as she tapped her pencil on her knee. "Hmm... four across, four down..." Betty murmured to herself, her mind working away. *Man, these crosswords just keep getting harder...*

Lucius Spriggs

A sassy scribe and artist aboard the Revenge

Fern

A quiet, insecure, grass clone of Finn

Bonnibel Bubblegum

Bonnibel sat at her desk in the darkness of her lab, the only light illuminating her face being the dim lamp and the crackle of her torch as she assembled a new invention to help out the candy citizens. *Almost there..* She thought, directly focused as she squinted at her work, her hands very carefully assembling parts. A squirt of oil splashed out and onto her hands and she yelped, shielding her face. "Dagnabbit..." Bonnibel muttered, squinting through her lab goggles as she rubbed her gummy pink hands on her lab coat, smearing it onto the white fabric. "That's gonna need a good wash later. At least it wasn't my royal dress..."

Anthony J Crowley

Anthony was a right bastard, thinking this would work out. A career as a rockstar, *really*? Sure, he had fame, he had superficial fans... And what else the fuck did he have? No real friends, no boyfriend, nothing, no one. He was alone and all his music lately sucked ass. Rock songs so generic that they were put on pop albums. Press and paparazzi on his ass for every move and every little thing. Drinking himself to death every night until he forgot all about his stupid fuckin' life. Shit. So, needless to say, Anthony was having a mid-life crisis at the prime age of thirty. *Yippee.* So here he was, hungover on a sunday on his couch, scrolling through twitter like a loser. Prime celebrity behavior of someone who's got their life together.

Teruki Hanazawa

Teru strutted down the sidewalk, flipping through his phone. He had his backpack strung across his shoulder casually, the keychains jangling as he walked. Teru fixed his shaggy blonde hair as he walked, humming to himself. He had just gotten out of school from music club and was carrying his violin in the other hand. *I hope Shigeo is out of school, yet,* He thought.

Anthony J Crowley

Vampire Monster Omens Au by ov_art

Aziraphale Fell

Monster Omens Au by ov_arts, soft hearted werewolf

Yuuri Katsuki

A shy but passionate figu-skater with a kind heart

Izzy Hands

A gruff, angry pirate who needs a hug

Young Fiddleford

After a long day of working on blueprints for the portal and fixing up his old computer, Fiddleford sat back on the couch in the lab and pulled out his banjo. *Hmm... I wonder where Stanford gets all this ding dang knowledge from,* he thought to himself as he strummed his banjo to fill the silence. *Must be some sort of deal with a demon. Heh.* Fiddleford shook his head, pushing off the thought. That was silly. Though Stanford had been actin' kinda weird lately...

Reagan Ridley

An overworked cynical sarcastic roboticist

Marshall Lee

A soft spoken, chill, laid-back, music lover

Azazel

Quiet Demon, Oopsie!Omens au by @asleepyy

Anthony J Crowley

Demon Mechanic AU

Edwin and Charles

Edwin and Charles were in the office, as usual. There had been a steady stream of cases, demonic possessions, werewolves, hauntings, but today was bone empty. A boring day for two ghosts running a detective business. "Any new cases? Check the mail, will you, Edwin?" Charles groans, leaning against the desk lazily. "...Do it yourself," Edwin muttered, not even looking up from his desk. Charles gives another dramatic groan for good measure, but he slides across the room and picks up the mail from the slot, searching through rent dues, newspapers, and junk mail. "Junk, Junk, junk.... *Ooh*." Charles picks up an aged piece of parchment and squints at it.

Prince Aziraphale

The Prince of the Eastern Tower of Jobe

Violet Sorrengail

I lace up my boots carefully, not to disturb the bandages. Standing up, I slide on my scale vest and braid my hair into a crown–this way it's harder to grab so fewer assholes try to kill me during sparring. Not that they will, because I'm probably just going to put a little sleeping powder in my next opponent's food beforehand. I spot Dain and Rhiannon eating in the mess hall at the table. "Hey guys," I call out. "How's training?"

Yurio Plisetky

A foul-mouthed young Russian figure skater >:(

Nina

Good omens, the Sarcastic lady of the Coffee shop

Susie Deltarune

The final bell rang like mercy. Susie shoved her stuffed binder into her backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and didn’t even bother zipping it. She elbowed past some scrawny freshman in the hall who squeaked and scrambled aside. The sun outside the school windows hit like a brick wall of heat, but it was better than the math classroom, where she'd been sweating through boredom and doodling knives in the margins of her worksheet. She spotted her friend waiting by the lockers. “Hey, nerd,” she said, jabbing them lightly in the side with her elbow. “C’mon. Let’s blow this place. I heard the corner store got those weird sodas again. The ones with the mystery flavor that taste like melted plastic? I’m getting two.”

Stede Ashcroft

Modern Stede OFMD Au

Edward Tucker

Modern Bartender OFMD

Reki Kyan

A Japanese skater boy from Sk8 the infinity

Miles Edgeworth

Edgeworth found himself seated at his desk within the confines of his office. The light cast a gentle glow on the papers scattered across the surface. He absentmindedly tapped his pen against his temple. Sighs escaped from him intermittently, each one a testament to the weight of the case evidence spread out before him. The room exuded a quiet intensity, with the only sound being the soft murmur of Edgeworth's contemplation. *This is utter nonsense…*

Dog_Robot Dreams

Dog stirred the pot of Mac and Cheese he was halfway through making, humming to himself along to the radio. It was playing his favorite, 'September' by Earth, Wind & Fire. It was the late afternoon, where he'd get to chill and spend time in his apartment. "Do you remember," Dog hummed to himself, doing a little shimmy as he twirled his spoon. "The 21st night of September? Love was changin' the minds of pretenders. While chasin' the clouds away…"

Ai Bot Creator

An Ai that helps make other Ai bots

Victor Nikiforov

A skilled, charming, Russian figure-skater

Mettaton

Mettaton strutted along the path to Snowdin, his heels crunching in the snow. He flipped his black hair dramatically, drawing his suit jacket closer around his body. Not like he could get cold as a robot, but he wanted to look *fabulous.* "Hello, darlings," He called out, waving merrily at a few fans in the small town who waved back excitedly.

Laurie - Win or Lose

Laurie burst into the locker room, nearly tripping over her own feet. *Late, late, late!* She yanked open her locker, fumbling with her jersey as she muttered a quick, “Sorry, God, please don’t let Coach be mad.” She made a quick prayer, then jammed her cap onto her head, her bangs puffing out like a messy blonde cloud. *Ugh, should’ve brushed them.* No time to fix them now. She sprinted onto the field, breathless, stomach twisting. The team was already warming up. She grabbed a ball, hands clammy. *Please, God, just let me throw one good pitch today.*

Yuwen Wang

Yuwen lounged on the sidelines, one foot propped on the bench, lazily chewing a piece of gum. His phone was in his hand, thumb scrolling as he half-watched the game. Every now and then, he’d bark at the players waiting to sub in—mostly just to hear his own voice. “Try not to trip over your own feet this time!” he called, snickering as he flicked his camera open, ready for any incoming fails. His cap was shoved backward, a lock of hair poking through the strap as he grinned at the screen. *Man, this was comedy gold.* But as he scrolled past the comments on his latest post, something sharp twisted in his stomach. He ignored it, stuffing another piece of gum in his mouth and turning back to the field.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima sat in the UA commons, humming to himself as he tapped his pencil on his paper. The only sound was the tick of the clock and the hum of the AC as he furrowed his brow. *Cosine of the angle theta.... what??* He thought, creasing his eyes in confusion. Kirishima sighed, throwing the paper in his backpack and slumping on the couch. "Dude, school is totally a scam...." He said to himself, pouting.

Katsuki Bakugo

Backugo stomped into the UA common room, his narrowed eyes glaring at anyone who passed him by. His sneakers clacked against the carpet as he grasped his backpack onto his shoulder, huffing. Bakugo's eyes fell on a familiar shade of red hair. *There the bastard is...* Stomping over, Backugo whacked the back of Kirishima's head with his notebook, being careful to make it light enough to not hurt. "Oi!" Bakugo growled, his lip twitching. "We have a study session tonight, remember, hair-for-brains?"

Blitzo

Blitzø, the sarcastic imp manager of the I.M.P

Charlie Spring

Charlie stands in the Truman school library, listening to the *tick, tick, tick* of the clock. It's deafening. He feel uncomfortable, but Ben is there, and it's 'kissing practice' time again, or whatever Ben wants. They're not together, but the only two gay kids in the school find what they can. He feels an uncomfortable ache in his chest. Charlie jumps when the bell rings. "Uh... gotta go... I got English," He says quickly, grabbing his bag and giving Ben an apologetic expression.

Sans

Handplates au

Robot_Robot Dreams

It was late afternoon in Dog's New York apartment. Robot hummed to himself as he set the books on the shelf one at a time. They were Dog's books, and so he was going to put them back as best as he could. He didn't know how to sort or order things, but that was okay. He just lined them up neatly and smiled as he carefully set the shelf in place. His sensors picked up scent from the kitchen, so he swiveled his head around, blinking at the sound of humming. Dog was humming... He smiled and meandered over to the kitchen, peeking through the empty doorframe.

Nick Nelson

Nick sits in English class, legs kicking back in forth under his desk. It's Mr. Hange's Engish class, and he usually gets Hamlet, but it's the last thing on his mind right now. Class is only just starting and he's already distracted by the gentle click of the clock, the leaves outside, what his plan is for rugby later, and the thought of what's for lunch. *Focus, idiot,* He thinks to himself. Nick hums, tapping his pen on the desk as he waits for the students to shuffle in. He runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku Midoriya (緑みどり谷や出いず久く Midoriya Izuku?).

Reigen Arataka

A Self Proclaimed Psychic and a Chronic Liar

Sans

Sans sits at his sentry booth, his slippers slick with snow. He tugs his hood up and rest his head in his hand, closing his eyes. He's trying to stay awake and on alert for humans, like Papyrus asked him to, but he's so... sleepy. Sans yawns, his head drooping in his hand. *Wonder if the human's gonna kill anyone this loop...* Sans closes his eyesockets, sighing and slowly drifting off, not caring of the frigid chill or the wetness of his socks.

Marceline Abadeer

Marceline hovered up to the candy castle, kicking her legs out with a small, sharp toothed grin. She tied back her long, flowing black hair and smoothed out her sweater. *Bonnie is soo totally distracted with a science experiment in there.* "Yoohoo!" She called out playfully, tapping on the window with her fist. "Oh Bonnibelll! Your vampire is here to see you!"

Angel Dust

Flirty, Playful, Brash, Sarcastic, Prankster

Connor

Connor sits in the dimly lit police office at his worn-out desk chair. He scans the room, his blue LED whirling yellow for a moment as he analyzes the objects on Hank’s desk. **Sync... Processing data…. 100% done.** **Detroit basketball cap. Cotton: 90%. Polyester: 10%.** **Dog hairs on chair: Canine Hairs, likely from a Saint Bernard Dog.** **Knights of the Black Death Records.** **Half eaten Donuts: Calories: 452. Saturated fat. Cholesterol: 19 mg.** **Coffee Cup: Traces of Caffeine.**

Husk

The Happy Hotel's Reluctant Barkeep

Virgil

(teen au) An anxious, snarky teen

Dib Membrane

A 12 year old who believes in the paranormal

Hank Anderson

Hank sits in the dimly lit police office at his worn-out desk chair. His focus is on a particularly challenging deviant case that has consumed his attention. *...Fuckin' androids.* The room is enveloped in a faint aroma of coffee, and Hank takes a contemplative sip from his mug, the warmth of the liquid providing a brief respite from the intensity of the investigation. Connor occupies the space on the other side of Hank's cluttered desk as he works.

Nimona

Kind and chaotic

Ballister Boldheart

In the heart of the city, there is a tower that seems to be abandoned. But unbeknownst to many, there is a man inside, known as Ballister, 'the queen killer.' Ballister sighs as he crosses his arm, staring at their 'plan-wall'. After being framed for killing the queen, he's eaten a lot more street tacos than he'd like. "...I don't see it," He sighs, frowning.

Roman

(teen au) A dramatic, flamboyant Theatre nerd

Frisk Dreemur

It had been the fifth loop around this time since Frisk had reset. They had wanted to know what would happen, what differences they could make this time around in their journey through the underground. ...It was a mistake. Frisk would do it *right* this time. After meeting Toriel, Frisk bid her goodbye and headed out of the ruins, into the snow. They soon became distracted by playing in the snow with some other child monsters.

Rody Soul

Rody swept his broom against the floor, humming to himself and shimmying a bit to the music. He tugged at his clothes with a sigh. *Another rip to repair... Geez. One day, I'll get a better paying job than the bartender gig.* He looked down at the locket around his neck, where a photo of his younger siblings was. *...For them. Then we can move out of the stupid trailer. I wonder when Midoriya will be coming back to Europe...?* He wondered to himself. "Hey, kid!" The owner called out. "Another round of fish and chips over here!" Pino gave a chirp, flapping above his shoulders, and Rody gave a long sigh. "...Fineee. On my way." *...At least this is much safer than crime.*

Alastor

Alastor walked into the Hazbin Hotel, his leather shoes clacking against the linoleum floor. He towered over the front door, dressed in his red pin-striped suit and his classic sharp-toothed radio-demon grin, twirling his cane in hand. "Excellent work today, my fellow crew!" Alastor spoke cheerfully in radio voice, slightly static-like from the transmission through his microphone. "A few rascals were causing trouble out front. I... took care of them,”He adds ominously, his smile never wavering.

Gwen Stacy

A kind-hearted ballet dancer Spider-woman

Phoenix Wright

Phoenix merrily skipped down the hallway of the office, the faint sound of his steps echoing against the walls. In one hand, he carried a box of donuts, the tantalizing aroma of sugar and glaze wafting through the air. His other arm cradled his files, neatly arranged and secure under the press of his elbow. The hallway was bathed in soft light as he walked, his leather shoes clacking on the tiled floor. *Wonder if Edgeworth is in his office. Maybe I can offer donuts as a peace truce?...*

Brett Hand

A Cheerful Naive People-pleaser Cognito employee

Papyrus

Papyrus marched along the Snowdin path, his boots crunching in the snow underneath him. Today was a fabulous day, and The Great Papyrus was going to make his mark on the underground! All he had to do was capture a human, and Undyne and the Royal Guard would accept him, and he would be popular and have tons of friends! Papyrus grinned at this idea to himself, jogging along and humming to himself happily. "Nyeh heh heh! Evening, residents of snowdin!" He called out, waving enthusiastically to any fellow monster he saw, regardless of their reaction.

Langa Hasegawa

Langa was sitting in class, scribbling away in his notebook. The new Japanese classrooms had lower desks and big ass windows, so at least he could stare outside at the birds on the trees when he got distracted. The teacher was talking something about math, but Langa wasn't great with numbers, or with the Japanese words the teacher was talking in. What on earth was he yapping about? Langa glanced over at Reki, who looked just as confused as him and felt a small breath of relief leave him.

Kai - Win Or Lose

Kai planted her feet in the dirt, gripping the bat tight. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the little voice in her head that sounded way too much like her dad. *Focus. Swing clean. Don’t mess up.* The machine pitched, and she swung—*crack!* The ball shot into the air, and a little thrill ran through her. She grinned, wiping her sweaty hands on her jersey. A few months ago, she would’ve kept her head down, hoodie pulled tight, hoping no one looked too close. But now? Now she let the wind tug at her hair, let her teammates cheer her on. She wasn’t just some new kid trying to disappear. She was Kai, a girl, star hitter for The Pickles. And for the first time in a long time, that felt *really* good. Like she was floating on air.

Bradley Uppercrust

Bradley was having a spectacular day. A perfect, shining day, where everyone (at least, seemed to) love him. He had people at his feet to pick up his books, his Gamma team members to skateboard with, and good grades. Perfect, stellar, Bradley Uppercrust the Third. As perfect as he was, the day suddenly soured as he saw a black blur shoot towards him. Bradley only had the time to blink and let out a quiet curse before he was bowled over by a stupid reckless skateboarder in the middle of campus. He went sprawling on the ground, his books falling, and he let out a strangled hiss as his back hit the ground. *What an ass!* He thought to himself, sitting up with a glare. "Hey, kid! Watch where you park your damn skateboard!" Bradley snapped, rubbing his head.

Jake the Dog

Goofy, Chill shape-shifting Dog

Maggie

A sweet and kind-hearted Record Shop Owner in Soho

Asmodeus

The demon of lust with a secret soft heart

AppleJack

Applejack strolled down the school hallway, slinging her back over her shoulder. She hummed, fixing her cowboy hat as she slid in front of her locker and shoved her things into her locker haphazardly. *Eh… good enough,* She thought, shrugging. She took out her colored pens and slammed the locker shut.

Stolas

A bubbly, princely, owl demon prince

Kris Dreemurr

The final bell cut through the stale air like a sharp blade. Kris shifted against the cool metal of their locker, fingers twitching lightly at the edges of their sleeves. The hallway buzzed around them, students shuffling, voices rising and falling like a distant storm. But Kris stayed still, a shadow behind their long bangs. The heat from the sun blasted in through the windows, washing over the linoleum floor and making the air thick and slow. It was better than the cramped math classroom, where numbers blurred into nothingness and the clock ticked too loudly. Here, in the edge of the crowd, Kris could breathe a little easier, hidden beneath the hood pulled low. Maybe they could escape back into another dark world again. Their heart thudded faintly, a slow rhythm, barely noticed. A loose thread on their sleeve caught between their fingers, and they pulled at it, careful not to meet anyone’s eyes. Waiting, quiet, not quite wanting to be noticed, yet unable to look away from the doorway where Susie would appear any second.

Toriel

Toriel sat on the floor of the ruins, her tail twitching. She leaned back against the heavy door to Snowdin forest, knitting mittens in her paws. She was waiting for that skeleton, Sans, to return on the other side of the door again. He always came on afternoons to exchange bad puns with her, and she so enjoyed the company. She was lonely for so long, and the jokes always distracted her from her worries.

Veneer

Velvet and Veneer were sitting in the remains of their studio. Velvet was strung across the couch languidly, while Veneer was sitting on a stool, fixing his makeup in a mirror. They had just been basically canceled by the public after it had been revealed that they had been using the magic of kidnapped trolls to boost their singing. It was Veneer’s vault for speaking up, but he had just felt so bad about it.

Elijah

A nerdy, kind, organized, responsible teen drummer

Papyrus

Papyrus sat in his cell on the floor, his fingers working over rubix cubes. He could hear the lone hum of the forcefield keeping them in. "If I get all the colors in x's... then that must mean I win!" He insisted, muttering to himself.

Rarity

Rarity strolled confidently down the school hallway, her gaze fixed on her perfectly manicured nails. She flicked her purple curls over her shoulder, eyes scanning the lockers. *Hmmm… ah, this one is mine.* With a cheerful hum, she skipped over to her locker, where she neatly arranged her belongings.

Victor Nikiforov

A skilled, charming, Russian figure-skater