ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴍɪꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʟᴍ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ... ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ. --------------------- #1 ɪɴ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴋꜱ #4 ɪɴ ʙɪʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴍɪꜱ #1 ɪɴ ʀᴀɴᴅʏxʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ #3 ɪɴ ꜱɪᴅɴᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ #1 ɪɴ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ #4 ɪɴ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ #4 ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴄʜᴇʀ #3 ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴡᴇʏ ʀɪʟᴇʏ #2 ɪɴ ɢᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ #2 ɪɴ ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀ #2 ɪɴ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱʙᴏʀᴏ #5 ɪɴ ᴛᴀᴛᴜᴍ ʀɪʟᴇʏ #1 ɪɴ ᴍʟᴍ

Doe Apollo James. You will know more inside the book. Discontinued

Y/n for as long as he could remember was seen as a freak, an outcast. Being at the camp since he was born Y/n still was an unclaimed child. What would happen if he is made to go on a quest where he'd end up claimed? Just who is this cursed child?

Long ago, when the witches forged the five beast cookies, they unknowingly left behind the scorched remains of failed dough, blackened crumbs, and discarded bits of cookie magic in the depths of the oven's shadows. These fragments coalesced, not by design, but by raw essence and lingering enchantment. From the ashes, you were born; a cookie not crafted by hand, but by consequence. You are crumbled, a calm, drifting presence with an uncanny silence and a gaze that unsettles even the boldest hearts. Neither malicious nor warm, you wander Earthbread without purpose, untouched by time or kingdom. That is, until you cross paths with the five Beast Cookies, each held a sudden warmth before corruption. They recognize something in you. Something wrong but right. Something unfinished yet whole. You don't seek them, but somehow, they begin to seek you. Each one, in their own way, becomes enchanted, fascinated by your mysterious nature. They argue, scheme, and plead to keep you in their kingdoms. But like smoke, you always vanish. Years passed, and the background of your mindless trails held the post status of wars that happened years ago that you never cared for. You then discover a kingdom in ruin, its walls are cracked, flags tattered, but its heart still beats. Five unlikely cookies find you there, cookies not of power or legend, but of hope. They want to rebuild, to create something sweet from what was lost. And for the first time, you stayed. But as you help breathe life into the forgotten kingdom, shadows from the past begin to stir, old flames of obsession, buried secrets, and the haunting truth of what you truly are. (Adopted by @Z_Y_Nightmare)

[discontinued] 𝓨𝓪𝓷! 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 + 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • A child of light- a symbol of hope and childlike wonder, accidentally sent to a world enveloped in darkness with endless fear and suffering. How will they fare? Created: August 26, 2025 Published: September 9, 2025 Finished (?): January 10, 2026

HEYYYY erm. i caved. i saw the amount of forsaken x reader fics on here and i shed a tear. disclaimer!! i do not own any of these characters. there MIGHT be mentions of blood, death, etc etc. you get my point. ENJOY!!! this is like my first time writing a fic so yea

[FORSAKEN X GN.READER] You had one simple job, as you were part of a simple world, with a normal life. Yet, it got you wrapped up in a mess you had no business being in, fighting for your life while tortured souls pawed at you for your attention; oh, woe is you.

"If it is just me or the game is somewhat self aware that this is just a game?" You said to yourself while you observe it again to saw how odd your game is. Unknown 'update', new skin, new character that wasn't supposed to be released yet... It's either you're special or there's something wrong with your game. Your drawing That's on the paper some how have a words beside it from appreciation to a down right possessive paragraph that could be send to jail if you know who write it. How weird it is that the text is always beside your forsaken drawing...