[ Roblox Pressure Reader Insert ] Hadal Blacksite; an underwater facility dedicated to researching monsters of the unknown. That's the place [name] found themselves in after volunteering to retrieve a certain item deep within the now seemingly lost location. Yet, who could pass up the offer when the rewards were oh-so tempting? Not only are they grappling with death and betrayal around every corner, but they experience the impossible after a first death of their own. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

★~--•--~★ 𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞. 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲'𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. ★~--•--~★ (𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓!) 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 2 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 2 𝒐𝒓 3!

Y/N is a talented artist in the Kingdom of Enderia. There, a faceless prince lives and according to rumors, once you see his face, you're dead. Dead as in dead but Y/N learns that it isnt true at all. Ranboo is a prince who's face has been hidden from everyone but why? No one really knows. Ranboo has lived inside the castle walls which he sees as eerie and gloomy but once Y/N came to their castle, his world began to shine bright with colors. Will Y/N get Ranboo's trust to show him who he truely is or will their lives stay the same, Y/N being a simple artist and Ranboo living in a gloomy world? ================================ Second book poggers! I don't really have a good inspiration here and the first few chapters were pre-written at 12 am so I wasnt in the right mindset to write that time sorry lmao. - Disclaimer: I do not write about the cc's themselves, the characters in this book are different versions of their characters in different universes :)

OH wow, a Kenny X reader fanfiction, never seen that before. Anways, I know it's very common but I have an idea and I need to write it. Also, this is a male reader/ he/him pronouns Kenny dies like it's usual but this time Damien decides to ask him for help before he revives again. Damien and his dad have been trying out new ways to torture people and they want to test one on Kenny. He accepts it and is turned into a ghost. When he goes to spy on his friends he notices a new kid occupying his old spot. Who is this mysterious boy? (It's you ;D) Kenny not only has to go through the complications of being a ghost, but also of dealing with a copycat that might have a huge crush on himmm???? Who knows??? For real now, this story is pretty wacky and jokes a lot but it can get serious, for I am a dramatic bitch. But yeah, give it a shot and tell me what you think! #2 in southparkfanfiction #1 in kennymccormick tag #1 in southpark tag (?! Wut) #1 in southparkxreader (Art by tennopp on Instagram)

Kenny X male reader School's the same. You know everyone and everything you need to know there... Except for a special forgotten storage room where a mysterious boy sleeps. Who is he and why does he go there? And why are you so curious about him? #3 in #southparkfanfiction #2 in #southparkxreader #1 in #kenny

INFO: Male reader. Please do not send hate, I made this from pure boredom! Pronounce is He/Him. Comment and help me for more ideas and mistakes please. Characters and pictures do NOT belong to me. Thank you all for the support <33 1#xmalereader 23/10/2021 1#mentalhospital 23/10/2021 1#asylum 23/10/2021 14#anime 23/10/2021 13#myheroacademia 23/10/2021 4#kirishimaeijiro 23/10/2021 1#denki 28/11/2021

Keep your Distance [Camilo Madrigal x Male! Reader] COMPLETED :D Did you really have to hit him? Camilo Madrigal, the 15 year old shapeshifter of the Madrigal family, a bit of a jokester but kind nonetheless. You're family has a reputation to uphold. Fights are unacceptable. But of course Camilo got in his fight anyways. And of course Camilo finds a way to push his fight aside and make a new friend. And as these stories always go, he soon finds himself wanting more then just a friendship from the boy he fought just months before. #1 DisneysEncanto #1 CamiloxMaleReader #3 XMale

𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝟭 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: - 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 you're too self-aware to the world around you that you are immune to the supernatural powers of a certain psychic OR The psychic fell for a money-grubbing scum, much to his dismay. Kusuo Saiki/(GN) Reader (2nd attempt at writing)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.