Its still work in progress. so me no add description :p

「" ₜₒₒ ₙᵢ𝒸ₑ ₐₙ𝒹 ₜₒₒ ₛ𝓌ₑₑₜ, 𝒸ₒₘₑ 𝓌ᵢₜₕ ᵤₛ. ᵧₒᵤ'ₗₗ ₜₐₛₜₑ ₑₓᵩᵤᵢₛᵢₜₑₗᵧ 𝒹ᵢᵥᵢₙₑ ᵢₙ ₒᵤᵣ ₚₗₐₜₑ, ₘᵧ 𝒹ₑₐᵣ. " 」 ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ ▷ ( 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 ) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 ( 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 ) 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖

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

[DISCONTINUED] (please stop reading this) (yan!forsaken x male!reader ) After killing your God, you end up in a purgatory-kinda hell. There you meet some weird people who seems to have a liking for you. Sadly, you don't remember anything that happened before you got in this cursed dimension, making you vulnerable. They love it! ♡ After understanding that you'll never get out of it, you just accept your fate, working together with your friends. They love your attention, your caring for them, everything about you. You don't notice their obsession that keeps growing every day. You have met a terrible fate, haven't you? (WINGED READER)

Y!FORSAKEN x BROKEN SPAWN!READER

Within the city of Robloxia, (Name) from the Meepcity district is one of the lucky people to ever work at Roblox HQ, a prestigious corporation. They are near exemplary-efficient, composed, and somewhat respected by her coworkers. There's just one problem, though.. Exhaustion. Total exhaustion. You craved coffee nearly every day, and you had a high chance of passing out on the job or anywhere else without your dose. Others seem shamelessly drawn to you, but you don't take notice... Whether it's the bitterness of an espresso or the soothing warmth of a latte under city lights, you loved coffee. And it really loved you. (This is not a complete storyline, just small snippets of random stories of the AU.)