{User}. An ordinary robloxian, stumbles upon a house with swords that change, basically everything they know. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┊ ✩ ┊ ✧ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊★ ┊ ✩⋆ ┊ ┊ ⊹˚          ✩⋆ ✮ INTRODUCTION SUMMARY: {User} stumbles upon an abandoned house with the SFOTH swords, meets Telamon, and gets sent to the Inpherno as Telamon's successor. READER X PHIGHTING -------------------------------------------------- this series isn't really supposed to be serious ok

"ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇʜᴇɴᴅ, ᴡʜᴏ's ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ! " ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ! " ✧༺♥༻✧ To which the story involves you, Blackrock's Head Scientist. Of course, who wouldn't recognize you? Even if you had a few problems here and there, but you could care less other than making the whole Inpherno under Blackrock's reign and your little mad experiments. But one day, as you were mind your own business. Suddenly, an entity from another world took you in its game as nothing more than a puppet to entertain and new faces to meet and discover this new world you were on! Surely, you made it clear you saw everyone around you as expendables and nothing more, besides, you didn't know that your unique origin and abilities caught the eyes of many around you in this new world! So will they end up being with you until your very death by fate and keep their love with you? Or Will they be leaving and used by you as nothing more than a experiment and slowly rot away from the Poison? Cover made by me, in Pinterest! first book so please, respect it! 𓏲𑁘 𓏲੭ Started: 07/25/25 Ended: ???

Y!Phighting x White Lily Cookie!reader ⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹ [𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬], 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑵𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬, 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑶 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑫𝑺. 𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹, 𝑨 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬. 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 ⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹ Creators note here, hi! Our superstar is currently on hold due to the current Forsaken situation. Please do be patient until things calm down!! For now, enjoy this!

⸻ [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)

RE-WRITTEN UNDER THE SAME NAME AND COVER!!! Burning. That was the last thing they felt. An agonizing, painful burning. Where were they now? It feels calm, but extremely cold. They weren't used to the cold. It promised they'd never feel cold again. That the only thing they'd ever feel was the aggressive burn of flames. They'd think about it later. For now, at least, it felt like a good idea to rest their eyes. They couldn't see anything around them anyways. Welcome to my first xreader fic, and my first fic in general. The photo on the cover is found on google, but I added the text.

sea bunny! reader x forsaken; pressure!reader x forsaken reader is gender neutral "I'm... not under the sea?" After being felled within the Black Hadalsite, (name) is unethically transported into the Forsaken realm. im writing this with three hours of sleep and a dream i'll update the description later i swear!!!

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.

You lived to serve. It seems like no matter where you go, you're stuck working in customer service. From Robloxity CIty, the little town of Robloxia, to the afterlife. But now trapped in eternity (unsure if you were even alive anymore) with the clingiest beings in all of Roblox, you're beginning to doubt that the customer is always right... --- Slow burnish various yandere story with a gender-neutral reader. Cross-posted to quotev under the same username! Cross-posted to AO3 under hardcorenawesome

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.)