[𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦], 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴! 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.. 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛: 2025/20/10 𝘌𝘕𝘋:??? WARNINGS: cracking, maybe suggestive themes, blood, death, subspace, etc. ART ON COVER IS NOT MINE!!! also this fic is not abandoned i swear im just taking a lil rest❤️‍🩹 ˚₊‧✩ ˚₊‧꒰ა ʚིᵋº̣̥͙̣̥͙ᵌɞྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ✩‧₊˚

⊹ ࣪ ﹏﹏🦭﹏﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ "Oh my gosh, you're so fat." "( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)" "Okay I'm sorry.. Don't be angry with meee.." °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ "THE #### IS THIS SEAL MADE OUT OF???" "Apparently Spectre is merciful enough to give overpowered abilities to it." "(・ω・)..?" ═══════════════════════════════ "Oh, thank you [Name], you're always so kind to me." "( ⸝⸝'꒳'⸝⸝).ᐣ.ᐣ" "Oh, wise words." ⊹ ࣪ ﹏﹏🦭﹏﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ A cute, loving seal somehow ended up at in Spectre's little circus. Well, 'accidentally', ended up. It's fine, it's probably the best decision Spectre has ever made.

⸻ [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)

Death in the family comic btw How did you get here?... Your here to help sword to find him best friend medkit, Is feel to awkward and quiet y/n, but you get used to it. Also might be romance or not!... Or yandere bit-?

(Cover art by @actkysty on twitter) So far Azuretime and Pizzadebt and Pumkintrap and DoubleFedora, all these are consenting. Comment what you want next!

"ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ." Anywaysssss, This is a Phighting Oneshot/headcanon book(Originally called Spicy Phighting headcanons). I just changed the title so it looked cooler lol. Anyways, why not take a look inside? Oh, and try not to wake up the waves while you're at it.

Y/N, a normal demon with a busy job of building, despite Windforce being a pain in the ass they lived well. Yet of course a few mistakes happen. Just like being dropped on the head, not as a child, but as and adult. Yet this posed to be... A blessing? Something wonky was about their gear, something with some potential. Which they couldn't care less about. They just wanna wake up normally, eat something, go work, eat, work, sleep and sometimes get a free day or two if Windforce isn't being a pain in the ass.

𝐀𝐂𝐓. 𝐎1. 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 ❝ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳, 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑹.❞ 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. ★ 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 4𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ★ _____________________________ 𓆝 Started on : 14/07/25 ⚓︎ Status : Currently on going!! ✪ Mode : Best read on desktop mode :3 [ Requests open ]

Hey hey!! Are you looking for a talented writer to fulfill your fantasies, no whether how twisted? Well you found the right guy, baby! I'll write any sort of fanfic about phighting characters, no matter how weird the ship is! Unless its illegal, I dont do that kinda stuff. Requests are scarse, you're lucky if you get picked. We're trying to focus on other projects, hence this book is getting less updates. IF THIS BOOK GETS ARCHIVED IT MEANS THERE WILL BE NO MORE UPDATES! You can find me under the name /foxshrimpsam\ on many other platforms, such as: -YouTube (@foxshrimpsam) -TikTok (@foxshrimpsam) -Instagram (@kuoher_) -Roblox (aerixmadness) -Pinterest (@foxshrimpsam) -Etsy (@foxshrimpcreations)

The spawn. All inphernals spawn from it. But what if someone were to be in control of it? That is where you come in dear reader. Being the deity in charge of the Spawn, something you cherish dearly! But oh how you long to join the little inphernals running around in their factions. Mortals are so interesting... Why not become one? (Image is a placeholder btw. Uhhh keep in mind this story is for fun and expect some mischaracterisation here and there. Sorry if I get the lore jumbled up im still confused on it.)