"𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕪." Not used to writing like this, but i hope its good! There is also a little bit of Doomclock in there ;) cover art by: @6killerz on X

You were new to your job, tasked with studying anomalies and caring for the creatures that didn't immediately attack when approached. You loved your work and held no ill feelings toward Urbenshade-after all, they protected humanity by capturing the dangerous anomalies and creatures that could wreak havoc in the human world. But everything changed when you met Z-13, known as Sebastian Solace-a human mutated by Urbenshade into a monstrous, over three-meter-tall sea creature hybrid. He despised everyone and everything... until he met you. For the first time, someone treated him like a human being-acknowledging his emotions and showing him a kindness he hadn't felt since being trapped in this nightmare. What happens when a mutated fishman's gaze lingers longer than it should-watching, waiting, never quite letting go? When his presence becomes an unshakable shadow at your side, blurring the line between protection and possession? And when the quiet moments between you begin to hum with a tension that neither of you fully understands, the boundary between care and something far more consuming starts to fade.

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa. Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act I, Scene 2.

[ Roblox Pressure Reader Insert ] Hadal Blacksite; an underwater facility dedicated to researching monsters of the unknown. That's the place [name] found themselves in after volunteering to retrieve a certain item deep within the now seemingly lost location. Yet, who could pass up the offer when the rewards were oh-so tempting? Not only are they grappling with death and betrayal around every corner, but they experience the impossible after a first death of their own. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

!! READ DESC !! Other version of saviour is posted! 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃.. A person from the real life world gets.. transported? or should I say.. Forsaken in a survival game!! (pun intended). [𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆], a regular person living their life, going to school(University), yadda yadda.. suddenly became (un)lucky enough to be the one who gets teleported to Forsaken. Or.. will Forsaken be teleported to them? But.. with a twist! This might become slightly a crackfic because of how much I lack of sleep when writing this:') ── Well, let's see what these folks will do if they fall for our lovely little MC, [𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆]!! ──── I'm newgen when I created this book, so, IM SORRY FOR PUTTING NOOB'S AND TWOTIME'S PRONOUNS AS HE/HIM. This is a GN!Reader x Forsaken. If I accidentally add another pronouns as Reader, I apologize! Some characters are either aged down or their age stays the same so that they could PERCHANCE have a chance with [𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆](You)

A person with supernatural abilities is abruptly brought to an unfamiliar place, and is forced to run from evil. With their abilities mysteriously hindered (for balancing), will they survive? What if the comradery they once longed for becomes too much for them to chew?

[ > ' Call Me By My Name - Cherry ' ] 《 🪷 》 " Will she call you by your name? " ° . [ NAME ], a guitarist who has a bright future ahead of them. ° . Wanna know more? Well, click read then. [ > ' Y! Forsaken x GN! Reader. ]

[Yandere Forsaken x Reader] You aren't sure of where you are - or who you are, for the matter. The place you find yourself in is odd. Sometimes you'll be in a random location with generators waiting to be fixed. Other times in a cabin isolated from any civilisations, populated by the robloxians you see ever so often during what they call as a "match". You wonder why they are forced to be chased down by the... killers. You can see why they're called as such - their appearances too abnormal to give off anything but warning bells, presence far too heavy to feel safe. Too bad it seems that you are resigned to being a mere spectator, unable to be seen by anyone - or, well, the ones you want to be seen by. A part of you wonders if things will ever change. Or if you even want them to in the first place. After all, isn't it best to be safe than sorry?