𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬!𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒙 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆!𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈!killer!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 . [] 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡. [] [] 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫- 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. []

You've spent your whole life hiding what you really are: a vampire who has survived by staying far from robloxians... and far from trouble,almost.Because you cant kill hunger. But everything changes the moment you die. Or at least, you think you did. You wake up in a forsaken place a place where death doesn't end you, monsters hunt you, and the survivors are far from harmless. Some stare at you with fear. Others with fascination. And a few... with obsession. Because blood calls to blood.But in here, secrets become hunger. The killers want your blood. The survivors want your trust. And every single one of them wants to keep you close. Not my characters,nor my game. (/ω＼ )- "just one bite... I trust you." ..... ཐི ₍^. ̞.^₎ ཋྀ -"w-why would you want that?"

The world trembled, the moonlight swayed, The wind arose where shadows played. The maiden's song, a soft reprise, A lullaby beneath the skies. The flowers bloomed, their gentle glow, Could heal the hearts of those in woe. Her skin like snow, her grace divine, A beauty pure yet edged with spine. For though she smiled, serene, composed, Her charm could cut, like thorn of rose.

Between killers, rituals, and the Spawn's silent whisper - you can't tell if you were saved or cursed. The sigil burns beneath your skin. The knife carves your path. The matches decide your fate. [Y/N] was just another Robloxian - working, living, surviving day by day. But when a sudden attack left them unconscious, they woke up in a place that wasn't their home. A cabin. Strangers. Whispers of matches that decide life and death. Nothing about it makes sense.

【 Description 】- ♟️ 「 READ ME 」 Without (trying) to spoil too much, reader/[name] considers themselves to be cursed, having bad luck and an "cryptid or monster like appearance". Being alone and to themselves was natural to them, if not expected. they've witnessed how cruel people can be, again and again. Besides It's what they're used to, being by themself in the comfort of their own home. Because no one can pick apart your flaws or stare at you when you keep to yourself right? Then that LOSER GOT FORSAKENED!! And it's HELL ON EARTH!! 【 Other important stuff 】- ♟️ 「 INFO 」 - Info is on page one. - this MAY be bad as I'm not a writer and english isn't my first language. - This is going to be cross posted on tumblr (no where else, I only have this app and tumblr.) - slow updates (Most likely once a month if that) - highkey spam abc in chat if you want that YURIIII

Hello! Uh hopefully I can finish this before I get yeeted by another future fandom

જ⁀➴ ❝XOXO Kisses hugs!❞

> 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

You're searching for a Forsaken x reader oneshots? Well, you found one. It has everything! Fluff, lemon, smut, and many others! You name it!

this uh thing is on the roblox game Forsaken (check it out you might like it!) edit of oct 12 25, IF YOU SELF PROMOTE, YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED. i'v had that happen so much fucking times i'm sick of it