⸻ [Name], an inphernal pretending to be just another face in the crowd. Perfectly normal, totally harmless, absolutely nothing suspicious going on. Right? Wrong. Turns out, [Name] isn't your average citizen at all. Somehow-don't even ask how-they managed to stumble upon a weapon crafted by none other than Telemon, the god of creation himself. Yeah, that Telemon. Creator of the Sword Deities, the one who abandoned the lands, the walking myth that no one's supposed to even mention without the sky cracking open. And what did [Name] do upon finding this divine relic? They picked it up. Of course they did. Because apparently curiosity is a death wish. Telemon, in all his celestial boredom, reached out telepathically (as gods do) and basically said, "Congrats, kid. You're holding my power now. Keep it quiet." And somehow, [Name] actually understood what he meant. So now, they hide behind a fake name, weapon and disguise - R.P.K., the "Radical Purple Keytar." A cover story wrapped in rhythm and glitter. The keytar became their mask, their symbol, and, somehow, their truth. Because if anyone ever found out that [Name] had direct contact with Telemon? Yeah. That would be the end of the show. "I told you I'm normal. I just happen to have godpower, a cursed relic, and terrible decision-making skills." ⸻ This book is still in beta and will get rewriten/updated time to time. Warnings: Vulgar Language, gore (?), (will edit warnings later on the chapters)

(𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎!𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · "𝗞𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗮 𝗵𝗮! 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘!" · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · ⤷𝙰 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎...

Reader's lore is going to be based on bassie. Credit to 0TheofficialCoffe0 for this story idea.

note: shark hybrid gender-neutral/androgynous/intersex reader there are swear words btw and mature content, such as descriptions of gore, smut, non consensual-touching (most is hugging), and cult mentions will happen in the story.⚠️⚠️ it was one of those days. the breeze was the wrong type of good. their shirt was a little too tight. their pants were a little too loose. their socks bunched and ended up drooping to their heels. they dropped their drink and it spilled everywhere before they even got to drink it. their sour cream during lunch squirted on their hand. so they decided to just.. stop. they stopped caring.stopped trying. stopped swimming. felt at peace. until they were pulled into an eternal limbo and met some people who taught them how to be their- AHHHHHHHHHHH *crunch munch crunch* STOP BITING ME.

book cover cr ;; knighthelmet on pinterest (please check em out. I love their art.) Alright! I've finally gotten the motivation to ACTUALLY write this. I love seeing my two favorite fandoms interact instead of sending each other death threats. ♡ KEEP IN MIND ♡ I wanted to write this wayy before reading any x [character]! Readers. However, I didn't plan/plot a lot of chapters, so if you see something similar to 'SWEET AS CANDY' or even fuckin 'Life With Creepypastas', I am pretty sure that you guessed that some of the chapters were based on certain stuff you find my comments in. oughjhh vee my wife.......... oughhh.....

'Spending centuries traveling between worlds, everything was boring from your point of view, nothing seemed interesting, until a world created by another entity catches your attention, Forsaken.' "Good luck surviving here!" - [______] [!] This story will have; 18+ Scenes(Maybe.), Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Blood, Gore, Death, Mentions of abuse, ABUSE!(Not much.), Psychopathic Behavior, Suicidal thoughts and much more, be alert! If you don't fell good reading things like this, just don't read! [!] I'm just doing this for fun! The characters are not mine, they are from the Forsaken studios!

Uh... This is what I meant when I said I'm a multifandom. And uh... I decided to came back and only posts whenever I have free time🌷🙏🏻 I'm in my diploma year now☹️ so can't post much...

❝'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒓 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈❞ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ The Specter had grown bored of the same game of cat and mouse every round. The pure fear every survivor felt every round thrilled them, sure, but it was no longer enough for them anymore. So why not throw a hopeless child into the mix to see how they stir things up? Meliorism ❝The belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.❞

(Read desc!!) 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃.. we see where [Name] had started of before a disaster had struck. what type of disaster, you may ask? well, come read and find out~. this is a GN!reader x y!Forsaken. reader may seem feminine at times and I may accidentally use she/her pronouns, but keep in mind that it's a typo :'), and Dusekkar might RARELY appear on this book. but mostly he won't be mentioned because I'm afraid to mischaracterize him TT

Under the shimmering glow of the Starlit Kingdom, this years grand masquerade ball marks the convergence of fate, ambition, and forbidden desires. Beneath the dazzling lights and elaborate masks, whispers weave through the palace halls, where nobles and commoners alike chase their dreams, their secrets, and their own hearts. For one performer, the night is a chance to prove herself, to enchant the kingdom with acrobatic skills. But as the orchestra's music sways, so too does the tide of destiny. When the night ends and the masks fall away, what awaits (y/n)?