#pocketbats

[vampiresshipping]

Platonic Pocketbats!

Me and my friend have talked a lot about pyro-bat and have a few hc's for him, but then I introduced her to my own OC (not vsmp related just a vampire)

This duo is platonic, and we just think they would be really good friends, and they both likes to go into pockets (which is where the name comes from)

I dont know if this counts as a ship, but I wanted to share if it could be!

platonic/queerplatonic/etc shipping is perfectly fine yes! :3

[slowly-lifting-the-pen]

Your Pocketbats have arrived!

She didn’t trust this Scott Goldsmith for even a second. She was trailing behing him, keeping a safe distance in case. He had requested to speak to her alone, ripping her of her sire.

It was dark down in the crypt, her eyes still adjusting to the black space. His boots made a hollow sound that jumped all over the stone walls, sending shivers down her spine. Jazz didn’t get to think much, before something tugged at her dead heart.

The bond which she sahred with her, was tugging at her, sending alarms ringing in her ears. Then, she felt a violent snap in her chest, so powerful it hurt.

Sensing her presence stopping behing him, Scott turned around, took one look at her, and smiled a poisonous smile.

"What did you do?" She demanded. Pulling herself together, she dared to get up into Scott’s face, taking him by the collar. "Where is my sire?"

She was full on screaming now, because the pain in her chest was only getting stronger.

"We need nothing to Jack." Scott cooed, plastering on his charm. Her grip tightened on him, ripping the delicate fabric under her claws.

"His name is Pyro, and it does not belong in your mouth." She was seething, raging at the thought of a planned trap to hurt her sire. "Now, tell me. Where. Is. He?"

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The stone floor was ice-cold. His breath was rigid and scares (he didn’t need to breathe, so why couldn't he stop) Shelby had lured him away from his fledgling. (her own blood sister)

Outside the room, voices could be heard, screams came and went. The scent of blood (rotten to the core) reached his nose, and he thought of the worst.

Had they gotten to her? Had Scott taken his fledgling from him for good?

They didn’t notice to door opening, and the pool of moonlight streaming in. They didn’t hear the footsteps, or the gentle voice outside their own head. They only heard a sigh, before a weigh was pressed into his side.

He calmed. They knewqho this was, before their brain had even seen them. Jazz. His fledgling was okay.

She was okay, they would be okay. They tried to not look at her claws, stained red. She had saved him. She actually cared.

Closing his eyes, he finally stopped breathing and laid his head on hers. They sat their for what felt like an eternity. She only moved once she was sure they were okay.

POCKET BATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love them so so much!!!!

Pyro being saved and protected for the first time, oughhhhhhh

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Now that chapter 2 is officially done and ready, i wanna work on something new. And you get to pick, yay!

1. Pocket bats (jazz and pyro) a lil something cooked up with them. A lil, what if pyro was her sire 👀

Or

2. I get to dump all information about a new firelocke au, Abolish being a florist and pyro a super villain

pocketbats, not even a question, I love Jazz Jayson so much

Oc and canon dynamics are so interesting!

[slowly-lifting-the-pen]

Pocketbats!

Jazz looks cursed from the side, she’s a front profile bat only T^T

POCKET BATS!!!

The parallels between Pyro and Jazz will make me sick

(not even starting on the Owen and Jazz parallels....)