You are [Name], a being of shadows, a well known person in your small village. A woman shielded by the shadows and blessed by the stars, seen and watched by what you call 'chat' . You were minding your own business, maybe doing some petty theft...but that doesn't matter! You only took some strawberrys...anyways.You were running, running from what? The village guards, what a silly one you were :]. "SHIT-! CHAT IM I COOKED?!" ART IS NOT MINE, CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE FORSAKEN DEV TEAM AND [Name] BELONGS TO YOU, THE READER! Heh so like this is my first fic so please be nice🙏

"A deity caught between love and madness, life and death." In a world where obsession turns to madness and devotion knows no bounds, you are the Spawn Deity-an entity beyond mortal comprehension. You control the cycle of life and death, where existence is fleeting, and the process of spawning and respawning is your domain. To most, you are a myth, a power too great to comprehend, but there are those who see you as something far more-an existence to be revered, feared, and worshipped. Though some reject the notion of your power, dismissing you as nothing more than superstition, there are others who understand the truth. To them, you are not just a force of nature-you are a being to be worshipped. They would do anything to keep you close, to ensure that you never leave their world. Their devotion becomes an obsession, and in that obsession, they twist their love into something dark, dangerous, and consuming. To love a god is to surrender to chaos, and in your presence, that chaos becomes their reality. Your influence bends the world around you, shaping fate and drawing those near you into a dangerous dance of devotion and madness.

{{ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ, sᴏʀʀʏ!}} "ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ! sᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ! (ᴡᴏᴀʜ!) ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ! ɪɴ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ! ᴏᴜᴛ-ᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ? ᴄʟᴀssɪᴄ, ᴇᴄsᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ, ɪᴛ's ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇ!" . . . . . . . After a good ol' battle with Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk, his sidekicks and daughter quickly rushed over to him. Just as he warns Pure Vanilla and his friends, a portal appeared behind them, and they left. But for Y/n (or c/f), she wasn't in the spire of deceit... Instead, she's in a forest..?? (Forsaken or crk doesn't belong to me, I made the cover and added a little details) (READ TO FIND OUT MORE! 0_o)

Forsaken X Male Reader This book is a male reader insert, I'm sorry to disappoint any female readers, however feel free to read anyway! Lots of slow burn, evil gay shit ahead... Lowercase on purpose. I didn't make forsaken :3 ─────── ─────── ─────── thrown into an endless game of cat and mouse where your life is on the line, with no recollection how he's gotten here in the first place, how will y/n find his place amidst this chaos and group of misfits? will he prevail and hold on to that glimmer of hope that there might be a way out, or falter and succumb to the corruption of this forsaken realm.

Took a picture of the beach sky (THIS IS IN NO WAY TO MOCK, HARASS, DEFAME, OR SLANDER ANY PERSON OR GROUP. THIS IS PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.)

> yan!forsaken x gn!reader Once an associate and esteemed weapon of the Sonnelino family, Sicario now treads alone - straying away from their grasp, avoiding them like the plague. To which, this leaves their boss, Mafioso, utmost displeased. - ts is js writing practice lol - based on forsaken roblox - slowwwww updates

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ " 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.. " ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ.. ╰┈➤ a poor and traumatized girl, was just a robloxian in the games right? despite that, she'll always feel empty. ever since the death of her friends, she's been grieving. she didn't deserve all of that. why did she ever deserve it? she was just a fashionable and girly girl. nothing more than that. after getting eaten by her stalker, aka. a liar, she's gotten into a purgatory hell. but, why isn't she screaming like the others? well that's because she's always been used to being killed. or eaten. she was self aware, as a robloxian inside a game - called ( names ) wardrobe and other games. She was forced to endure everything, all because the player was curious and wanted her to suffer. all just for the content and commentary, isn't it amusing? such a "pure" and "lovely" soul now torn and dirty. love and obsession blooms in between, while ( name ) gets more paranoid with them. she doesn't want people going after her. she's afraid. she's like a rabbit - she knew love came with sharp teeth after all. ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ " 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚎 ? "

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ " 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚..! " ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 "𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧" 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝. 𝙊𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣.

"You aren't one of us, believe it or not you never were" You, a retired roblox admin. The one who oversaw all and helped create models so that robloxians could flourish and start to build themselves and show others their own creativity. While also helping create models, you were tasked with also overseeing players games, making sure they were safe and friendly for everyone. Therefore, it would be reasonable to check out games that were still in development. Until you entered a game you shouldn't have. The tree, it sounded, it beaten, it wasn't just a virus, it was an entire ecosystem. It talked to a player, you pushed against the glass, why couldn't you stop it? What and were did it all go wrong? Was it the moment you joined out of pure curiosity? Or Was it the moment you passed out? <--------------------> ☆Forsaken x GN!Reader☆

ʏᴀɴ! ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ × sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ ᴋᴏᴄʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ • • • • • • • What happens when a soft, ethereal looking girl wakes up in 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡