in case you didn't know: I'm a Christian and proud of it. idc if that changes your opinion of me. I decided one way I can help spread God's word is to share what I learn everyday in my Bible study. on Sundays, I could write a simplified version of a Bible story or smth. I'm not forcing anyone to read this, so if it's not something you're interested in, just don't read it. there is no need to leave hateful comments. ONLY ON WATTPAD

Just some random Forsaken ships🥰 ( Not always ships, but mostly ) I had already done this with FPE but if I remember correctly I deleted the story. I won't do it this time😼 I guess • Angst 💔 • Fluff ☁️ • Smut 🔥 • Something special requested/headcanon.s ⭐ • Shit Post 🚨 • A/N 🎀 • Group Chat 🦴 ⚠️WARNING⚠️ - There may be spelling mistakes/miswording or things like that because I am French and my English level is not that perfect. - I'm slowly getting better ( Well, I think so ), so uh... yeah you're allowed to tell me my One Shots sucked at first. - I love shipping. Yuh uh well, that's just a fact. Whatever...

[thumbnail art by me , cross posted to ao3 under different name] If there is one thing Shedletsky knows true about Builderman, it's that he is one of the most technical people he has ever met. His brain is seemingly hard wired to create and fix machinery, which often leaves the man stumped on the more emotional aspects of real life. How long will it take Builderman to realize, not only Shedletsky's feelings for him, but his own feelings towards his closest friend? Well, since this is a 5+1 fanfiction around 5 chapters and some change. [CO-WRITTEN by marbl3d_a1d3n, we alternated chapters so if the writing style changes between chapters that's why. Hopefully it's not too jarring (especially since this isn't our first time co-authoring a fic like this]

TwoTime fails doing their final task to redeem their reward of a second life, they pay the price with a gloomy fate as their memories come to fade. ☆ .. Ships included: AzureTime (one sided dynamic) Paycheck (Dating, specifically conjoined with my other fanfiction; cash love) TW !! maybe slight gore angst (maybe a lot) I want to avoid mischaracterization but I'm afraid maybe there will be some GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES.. maybe overrated mid writing ig, a lot of rushed parts

Forsaken AU where The Spectre teleported everyone to a big house-like thing for a new game The Spectre wants to play. Everyone now has to get used to being around the killers/survivors. I am including some of the Admin-Only/Non-Released Characters as I see fit. :D

Love? Trust? Hope? Those were just scripts... until [Name] started feeling them for real. Wandering around, entering a world after another, they didn't know why they were doing this, nor why they were even here. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the desire to feel. To understand how each world worked, how players laughed, cried, lived. but at the same time, they felt like they were searching for someone aswell, someone who watched them get taken away into nothing. except, they'd soon find her once they got sucked into a Forsakened hell, where they would see what had happened to her, She looked into their eyes, shining with guilt, she knew. She knew what was coming for [Name], 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍. ________________ Forsaken x Reader HELL YEAH I FINALLY MADE MY OWN I LOVE THE OTHER BOOKS AND THATS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS yeah there's going to be drawings here aswell, all of them belong to me! :P Uhh I'm not exactly a responsible Writer nor have I ever written a full on book, so expect it for slow updates or alot of mistakes. PEACE OUT!

" It's finally the day.. " 7n7 always told himself and or doubted about how one could ever forgive him for his sins against Robloxia. But.. maybe, Just maybe. He had a chance. A week after C00lkidds arrival he knew what had to done. He HAD to give up hacking for him and his son's safety. His plan was to go up to Roblox HQ and try to get a proper Robloxian license from the Moderators themselves but.. something at the back of his head was pleading him not to go.

Being a killer in that forsaken place was... entertaining, at best. Especially considering that-unlike the survivors, who were painfully aware of every second spent in that hell-the killers had been stripped of any ability to perceive rounds. They just knew they were there for a single purpose, with no capacity to question it. And they had no issue indulging in it over and over again. But one thing they all agreed on was: the food situation in that place sucked. So, let's change that. ----------- Or: The Spectre thinks it would be fun to let the killers kidnap a certain pizza guy so they can eat a decent meal for once. (Elliot domesticating the killers one cooking lesson at a time). Or or: I made a crack fic to beat up writting block and poor Elliot has to suffer (ELLIOT-CENTRIC) ----------- Also on AO3

A god fell on my porch!!1!1 And idk what to do !1! 007n7 finds an injured god at his doorstep. [ChickenBurger] Inspired by Until the stars burn out by N1cti and other similar fics on ao3.