The Gang; A List Of Houseguest (ocs)

The Gang; a list of Houseguest (ocs)

Amasa, the Dorky Demon

Ingrid, the Protective Sister

Annie Rose, the Shy Mouse

AJ, the Mom

Charles, the Proper Giant

Melanie, the Curious Halfling

Samuel, the Angsty Halfling

Minhyuk, the Quiet Nerd

Siren, the Slutty Vampire

Eunmi, the Princess

Lilith, the Underloved Demon

Side ocs;

Kana, the Magical Girl

Satan, the Trickster Lord

Eve, the Mother Angel

Minyoung, the Newborn Death

Vanelope, the Clusmy Trickster

Naomi, the Bitchy Vampiress

Mastema, the Schizophrenic Angel

Quincy, the unemotional Angel

Different AU ocs;

Winter, the Wounded Soldier (Apocalypse)

Zoey, the Kawaii Zombie (Apocalypse)

Winston, the Living Glitch

AJ walks around what she could only see as a black, empty space. There was no end, no walls. She couldn't even tell if there was a floor she planted her feet on. How long had she been there? Surely more than a day. A week? A month? All she knew was, Lilith was going to pay for breaking her promise. Who knew what she did with her body. Who knew if it was even noticed that Lilith was hiding behind her smile and she was trapped there. AJ heaved a sigh before turning on her heels and pacing back to nothing. 

okay lets just talk here so im not jumping between two chats

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Eunmi. She wouldn't even care. Walking in late to a date with Hanuel with a coffee from Starbucks

Which OC is late for everything?

Melanie sits at the bar counter, separating the kitchen from the living room, watching her parents cuddled on the couch. She stares at the woman pretending to be her mother with judging eyes. She shakes her head as she wonders how her father could be this oblivious. It’s gone on too long at this point. Melanie hops off the stool and walks over to her parents. She stands in front of the t.v., looking disappointed at her father. Mel crosses her arms as she asks, “Dad, you can’t seriously notice?”

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This would be Minhyuk.

Writing Prompt #980

Dressed in only in my bathrobe, hair still dripping water, I frowned up at the smoke pouring out of my house. It wasn’t my fault I didn’t know that you shouldn’t leave for a quick shower with food still cooking on the stove.

I was certainly not looking forward to the lecture coming from both the firemen and my mother once she got home.