I will be unpublishing all Sebastian fics until further notice. I deeply apologise if anyone loves rereading them, but thinking about keeping them up makes me sake. I despise Zeal, and I refuse to support the game in any way.
If, and only if, Zeal either gets arrested, or the game is sold to a more responsible owner, then I will be bringing them back. But until the scumbag faces jail time, and I hope he does, I will not be writing or keeping my writing up about Sebastian.
The sky darkened from a beautiful orange to a midnight blue, the moon rising to its full height. Hostile mobs slowly began appearing around the land, but you were too tired to care.
You trudged back to your home, bruises, cuts, and scrapes littering your body. You had been mining for what felt like years, trying to find some diamonds to prepare for your Nether adventure when gravel broke beneath you, sending you plummeting down a couple of feet.
While the fall wasn't initially bad, it was the hostile mobs that made the situation worse. Witches, Zombies, Skeletons, any thing and everything coming after you. Your shield had nearly broke within the first few minutes.
When you resurfaced, you not only survived, but managed to snag over 30 diamonds. While not a total bust of a mining day, it was certainly a tiring and painful one.
Swinging your front door open, you kicked off your boots and set them down beside the chest, closing the door behind you. Setting your armour onto your stand along with your weapons, you dumped your bag onto the dining room table. You'd go through it in the morning. Right now you were just so exhausted.
The sound of pitter patter echoed through the silent home as you walked, making your way towards your bedroom. Stepping inside, you made your way towards the wardrobe and changed into some comfortable pajamas. A shower could be done tomorrow - when the pain lessened.
Extinguishing the lanterns of their flames, your room slowly darkened, the curtains pulled back to allow the moon light inside. It was just enough to keep it lit enough to keep the mobs away.
"God.." You groaned, making your own to the bed in the corner of the room. You crawled onto the mattress, burying yourself in the thick, black blankets. You laid down on your side, curling into a fetal position to alleviate the pain shooting through your sides and legs.
"I'm in so much pain... Stupid creeper.." You grumbled angrily beneath your breath, stifling a yawn. You've never felt exhaustion like this, not in a long time.
Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on falling asleep, letting your body succumb to the exhaustion clinging when the mattress dipped behind your figure. Fur brushed against your back, a small chittering was heard just by your ear.
A normal person would have freaked out and panicked, but not you. No, for this wasn't a monster, but your stalker-boyfriend. A shy being who basked in your attention and gifts, Lenny wasn't like any other entity in your world. He would give you gifts, odd, and gross ones, but as an Arachnid, he didn't know better.
His arms wrapped around your mid section, nuzzling his face into the back of your head. He crooned, careful of his claws. It seemed he thought you had already fallen asleep, how adorable.
He often snuck into your room whenever you went to bed, and you never caught him in the act, but knew he was doing it. The way the mattress was ruffled, the small clumps of fur remaining where he once laid. Tonight you finally got to experience it.
Shifting just slightly to get more comfortable in his arms, Lenny froze, his body tensing up, his fur rasing up just slightly. He seemed to realize that you weren't asleep yet, the urge to run pulsating through his veins, screaming at him to get away.
Just as he began unwrapping his arms around you, your hand shot down to gently grab his larger one, halting him in his movements. "Stay, please..." You whispered softly, your eyes still closed. His heat was seeping into your exhausted figure, slowly lulling you into a deep slumber.
Your tone, tired and exhausted, convinced Lenny to not leave. He tightened his hold around you just a little more, his legs intertwining with your own. He curled around you possessively, protectively, his chest vibrating in happy grumbles, almost like he was purring.
His eight eyes blinked, glancing down at your figure. His eyes raked the injuries all along your arms, a twinge of anger flashing. Those mobs, how dare they harm you... He would deal with them tomorrow. For now, you needed his warmth, his presence,and who was he to deny you?
"I eoh ooh..." He whispered softly in an attempt to say "I love you", a phrase you spoke to him once the two of you became an item. He couldn't speak, but he was trying his hardest. For you.
Nuzzling his head onto yours, he closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, succumbing to slumber himself. No one would harm you here, not while he was around.
I've been busy, with work and school, trying to get my life together, but I planned on coming back when I was reaady.
But unfortunately, I will never be ready.
100+ followers meant so much to me. This GAME meant so much to me. It was so much fun interacting with you guys and making art for you (even though I found my artstyle to be shit at the time) and while I can always ignore everything that's going on. I can't. I cannot turn my back on a fellow survivor.
YourFriendZeal is a rapist. YourFriendZeal SEXUALLY ASSAULTED his music producer. And I helped funded it. I put in good word for this game. I told Ren to stop "vagueposting" about Zeal. God, I told them to stop vagueposting.
I stop playing the game months ago, especially due to the unfair glitch bans. Now, I don't associate with the game at all. I am disgusted. my heart hurts for Ren.
If you couldn't tell, this account is permanently dead. I can't play as Sebastian like this. I will be making my own games and characters. You can find me on @misomaniacsoup on most platforms, including this one. You can also support Ren @NoLongerNull on Twitter.
I'm sorry to everyone. I'm especially sorry to Ren. Goodbye.
What Zeal Did to Me at RDC 2025 Written and compiled by the person to whom this happened. Edited with the help and support of my friends.
But that doesn't mean you should go out your way to has the rest of the Development Team, for they (probably) didn't know what was happening until now.
In light to the crime Zeal commited, I will not be writing about Pressure until further notice, or until the game is bought by someone else.
As for those who have requested Sebastian x reader content from me, I will unfortunately not be answering them - I know you have waited so long, but I feel sick thinking of writing about anything Pressure related after reading the document.
I finally redesigned my blog. I really, really like it. It shows my current hyperfixation right now.
In addition to this; I will now be writing about The Knocker, and August Marcus Robertson aka Man From the Shadow!
I'd love to write about Lenny, but I'm still learning his personality and lore, so until then, only these two!
hi! I read ur forsaken sentinels & child!reader post and was wondering if I could rq something like that for the support characters? also ur writing is peak and I hope ur having a wonderful timezone!!! :D
"Innocence in Hell" pt 2
Child! Reader x supports
Tags: Canon violence, slight swearing, possible OOC
Note: I'm a little rusty with this, so please forgive me if its not like my usual writing!
Elliot
When the round ended, Elliot thought nothing more. A simple hour break before they were brisked out and made to run for their lives once more to satisfy this.. God's cravings.
What he did not expect, was to look to the left and see a child, no older than 6, standing here, looking petrified.
- His eyes widened in horror, shock, fear, and anger. Shock and horror that a child was here in this realm, fear for their safety, and anger at the Spectre for bringing an innocent kid into this miss.
- He would approach with his hands up, a gentle smile plastered on his face. He made himself look as none threatening as possible, which was always.
- He knelt down to your level, chest tight. You reminded him of Mia…
"Hey there, it's okay!
"It's a very scary place, but I'm here to help!
"Want to hold my hand?"
- Hand in hand with you, Elliot brings you to the other survivors, determination brimming in his eyes.
- Taking you with him once the round begins isn't the best choice he's constantly targeted.
- And he doesn't think he could pull you along when he uses his rush hour. He had to leave you with someone.
- Guest was an obvious choice, he could block and defend you. 007n7, as much as he disliked him, the ex-exploiter could teleport you to safety.
- Builderman, Jane, and even Dusekkar were other candidates for this, the other sentinels? No, they needed to keep the killer away.
- After every round, he would always give you the first slice of pizza and just a little bit of Cola.
- If he could hate fully, he would hate the Spectre. Not for their sake, but for yours. You were just a kid; you didn't belong here.
Builderman
Like clockwork, once the "morning" arrived, he would head down to the main cabin and discuss plans with the other two admins; how to help the others, how to potentially escape this forsakened realm, and how to ensure no other Robloxian gets sucked in here.
But when he entered the main area, he had expected to see Shedletsky there, maybe even Noob or Veeronica.
What he didn't expect to see was a kid.
- His eyes widened, staring down at your smaller figured huddled up in the couch, a blanket loosely draped over you.
- Dusekkar explained in his rhymey ways that he found you when he entered the building, and you were so scared, so afraid.
- A frown etched onto his face, turning his attention back towards you.
- He walked forward, and slowly knelt down to your level, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"Hey kid, what's your name?"
"Do you remember how you got here?"
"Are you hungry?"
- Builderman wasn't the best with kids, that much was obvious.
- He only had once kid, and that was John Doe, one of the unfortunate killers on the other side.
- Sure, he turned out great before the corruption got to him, but he wasn't sure he could do this again. Raise a kid, especially in a hell hole like this.
- He could easily pass you off to the other survivors, but something about the way you looked, the way you looked at him with so much trust in your eyes made his answer obsolete.
- So, he made it his mission to keep you safe.
- Every round, he brought you with him, hiding you in the corner as he built sentries to trap the killers, or hiding you behind the dispensers whilst he ran to set up more traps.
- He trusted the other survivors to protect you while he was setting up stuff.
- At the end of the rounds, he would pull you close to him and sink into the couch, exhausted from the running.
- Once he gets out of this realm, he's going to teach this 'God' a piece of his mind.
Jane Doe
Spending hours at a time down below the cabin in her make-shift office, Jane spent countless hours pulling up files, reading into them, and trying to make sense of everything around her.
When the door opened, she figured it was just going to be Guest or that blasted Builderman, ready to get her out of the office and upstairs for some fresh air.
Yet when she looked up, eyes cold and tired, she expected to see an adult. Instead, she saw you, so scared and on the verge of tears.
- Her eyes widened in horror, the shadow from her hat unable to hide away the emotions gleaming in them.
- She stood up abruptly, the chair toppling over and crashing to the ground behind her.
- You flinched, a whimper leaving your lips, your small body trembling like a leaf.
- She slowly walked around the desk, and sank to her knees in front of you, hands reaching out to wipe the tears streaming from your eyes.
"How did you get here, little one?"
"I'm so sorry for scaring you.."
"Come, you look cold… Let's get you upstairs…"
- She brought you upstairs to the main cabin and sat you on the sofa, wrapping you in a blanket.
- She was gentle with you, a mother's touch as she readjusted the blanket, speaking in a soft, comforting tone.
- When other survivors discovered you, it was Jane who took over explaining, all the while she kept rubbing your back.
- During the rounds, she would either keep you behind her as she throws her crystals and hits the killers with her axe,
- or pushes you to another survivor, telling them to keep you hidden and protected.
- She fights and supports the others even harder, knowing now they had fragile cargo.
- She refused to have your innocence be cut away, refusing to have another soul be corrupted like her husband's.
- She will fight to the death to keep you safe, even if it's against her own husband.
Dusekkar
Dusekkar was always used to the unexpected. Unexpected rounds, unexpected changes to what little of his power remains.
But not unexpected children popping up in the main cabin as he sat there, pondering for the foreseeable future.
- The flames inside of his pumpkin burned bright for a split second in shock and surprise.
- Of all things to happen, he never could have imagined a child being one of them.
- He stood from where he sat, dusting off his robes and levitating from where he once was, making his way soundlessly to you.
- Slowly, his feet touched the ground as he crouched to your level, the flames burning steadily now.
"Of all my days, A surprise I say,"
"A child so small, so puny and thin,"
"How did one arrive in a place so grim?"
- His rhyming definitely confused you a lot - normally adults didn't rhyme as they speak.
- But his voice was soothing, and his temperature was warm.
- Slowly, you opened up to him, explaining in your shakey voice how you got here, your name, and where you're from.
- He nods slowly, absorbing all the information you have given to him.
- He stands to his full height, offering you his hand, and bringing you along with him.
- He took you straight to the other admins, who were as horrified and puzzled as he was.
- They feared another Robloxian could be pulled in, but they never expected a child to be brought to this hell.
- Dusekkar volunteered to keep you safe, and safe indeed you were.
- He kept you with him at all times, levitating off the ground as he shielded and used his beams for his friends.
- His beams struck true every time he hit the killers, slowing them down temporarily, but enough to make a clean get away.
- Any time he had to leave you, he'd leave you with either Builderman, Guest, 7n7, or Jane Doe.
- He forbids you from going to Two Time. He does not need that cultist to corrupt your innocent brain.
- After every round, you are so tired.
- Dusekkar brings you to bed every night after dinner and reads you stories in his rhyme.
- He has never been one for children, but you are a welcome exception.
Taph
The demolitionist was always the quiet one, literally. Speaking through signs or emoji's, he kept to himself quite often, only ever opening up the most to the Admins, Guest 1337, and some others.
He never pictured himself with someone who could match his love for explosives, until you fell into the picture, literally.
- His wings ruffled and fluffed up as you popped out of thin air, crashing onto the ground in a heap of pain.
- His shoulders were tense, headwings fluffed and feathers falling.
- He approached you, crouching down to your level and helping you to stand up.
- Lifting his hands, he signed;
'Are you okay?'
'That was quite the fall.'
'How did you get here?'
- Unfortunately for him, you only understood a little bit of his sign language, leading him to repeat via emojis.
- Once you answered all his questions, he nodded his head, stood up, and grabbed your hand.
- He brought you all the way to Dusekkar and Builderman, gesturing to you all the while signing away.
- The two admins were shocked to say the least, and concerned.
It was beginning to pull other people in, and its first other victim was a child.
- While the initially took you off his plate and watched over you, during the rounds was another story.
- The match was chaotic, and they had no choice but to leave you with Taph.
- The moment he pulled out his tripmine to set up, your eyes practically sparkled in interest and joy.
- From that moment on, you were his little helper, setting up traps, setting down mines, and even luring the killer into the said traps.
- He got scolded by Guest and Dusekkar for this, but he knew you wanted to help him.
- And so, help you did, minus being the bait, that was his job.
- Now the killers had two demolitionists to look out for, and none of them were happy about this.
Just curious have you posted a list of what you will write and what you won’t write? I think it would be important in case we accidentally request something you can’t write!
I believe I have not - I have forgotten about this. Thank you for reminding me that I should do this! I will be using this ask to answer:
What I will and will not write:
I will write:
- SFW
- mild suggestive works (15+)
- Angst
- Fluff
- Crossovers **if** I know of them. An example is my Na'vi reader x 007n7
- heavy topics: depression, anxiety
What I will *NOT* write
- Smut, absolutely not. I want to keep this blog 15+ friendly
- Self-harming and suicide. I'm sorry but I refuse to write such heavy topics
- Fandoms I'm not in
- Crossovers I'm not knowledgeable in, which may be a lot
Hello! Thank you for informing me! :) i was not aware that there was a guideline for writing fanfics, i apologize. I simply just request a griefer x reader wherein it's a slow morning and raining outside so they kinda just cuddle and give each other love lololol again thank you, i hope you'll have a good day/night :)!
"Can we stay here, while the world passes by?"
Griefer x gn!reader
Tags: Griefer, gn!reader, sleepy mornings, rainy days, cute, possible OOC
Notes: So sorry for leaving you all! Finals is next week, so I had to lock in. I plan to keep on writing! Sorry if it's not as good as before
The pitter patter of rain echoes throughout the dim room, the gentle breeze blowing outside as the branches sways. The sound of rain drops falling from the roof and landing in puddles creates a soothing, soft melody. Inside the room, soft breathing could be heard accompanied by light snoring.
You laid on your side, Griefer right behind you, chest to your back, arms locked around your waist, face buried in the back of your neck. The blankets held you both snug, trapping the warmth even as the cooler air threatened to take it away.
You breathed out softly, slowly stirring awake. Your body was sore from your recent fights, muscles protesting as you shifted on the mattress. A groan was heard behind you, cutting through your groggy, exhausted mind.
A soft, exhausted smile stretched onto your face. It felt nice to be in his arms again - relaxing, in bed, away from the reality of the world. You hadn't gotten a lot of rest in recent days, especially after going against your own hatred, against the fake Builderman... The mere thought makes your skin tingle.
You shake the thoughts away, gripping the blanket just a little tighter. No, you shouldn't think about that. You should be relaxing, sleeping, not pondering about previous and future battles.
Lost in thought, you didn't notice the mattress shifting, nor the shadow appearing above you. It was only when lips pressed against your temple, the brush of leaves against your skin, that you snapped back to reality.
You turned your head, becoming face to face with your beloved. His hair was a mess, curled and standing in every which way, the leaves in his locks entangled.
"Y0u'r3 sp4c1ng 0ut 4g41n," he said gruffly, flopping down partially on top of you. You grunted from the sudden drop of weight, a soft laugh leaving your lips. "Sorry, a lots on my mind.." you softly said, raising your hand to gently run your fingers through his hair.
He simply hummed, leaning into your touch. "1t'5 t00 e4rly t0 b3 w0rry1ng 4b0ut stuff," he said, wrapping his arms around you once again. He pulled you closer, his leg tangling with your own. You could only sigh, his warmth making you relax once more.
The pitter patter of the rain continued to echo throughout the room. It's been a while since it's rained in Turitopulis, at least this heavy. It's as if the world was telling you to rest, to relax, just for today. And who were you to deny that?
"I know.." You agreed softly, readjusting in his arms. Now you were both facing each other, wrapping your own arms around his torso. You breathed in his scent - the smell of witches brew and the faint smell of his cologne filled your lungs. A comforting smell that always helps to relax you.
"..1t'5 n1c3," he began softly, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back. "T0 h4v3 y0u l1k3 th15, n0t rush1ng 0ut th3 d00r th3 m0m3nt 1t'5 sunr1s3." His grip around you tightened just a little, as if afraid if he lets you go, you'll be out that door again.
But you're not planning to, not when you finally found an opportunity to rest.
"It is," you agreed, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. "I should do it more..." He simply hummed, holding you tighter against him. The rain continued as sleep slowly reclaimed you once again. A lazy morning, a rest that you have earned.
Griefer placed one final kiss on your temple. "Sl33p w3ll.."
I feel bad for leaving you guys starving. Seeing you request stuff really puts a smile on my face! So, I'll be showing the upcoming one-shots that I'll be working on after the Na'vi reader one!
UPCOMING ONE-SHOTS!!
Griefer x Reader
Forsaken Supports x child!reader
Artful x killer!reader
Sebastian Solace x chubby! reader
Griefer x reader on her period
Another Human Sebby with my own choice
Again thank you guys for being so patient! One-shots will unfortunately be spacey, but I promise I'll post them! Finals is coming up, and then 2-3 months of summer!!
Hello guys, as the title says; I'm alive! I'm sorry for having just dipped from existence. After my Christmas vacation, I was, quite literally, dropped into so many projects for my college. I will be writing again soon, don't worry!! As a sorry, please enjoy this snippet of my Forsaken x Na'vi reader!
Guest, who was talking with Elliot by the fireplace, was the first to react to the sound. He stood up quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern at the sound. It sounded like someone fell, collapsed.
"Everyone is accounted for?" He asked in a stern tone, a habit from being in the war. Noob nodded his head, shrinking in on himself. "007n7 is in his cabin.. a-and Two Time went outside just a few minutes ago." He said loud enough for him to hear.
This made the soldiers eyes narrow. "Wait here," he ordered everyone. He began walking towards the sound, turning the corner towards the Survivor table, and stopped dead in his tracks. "What in Robloxia?"
Hii it me again! Can I please have a Vampire! Mafioso with Peasant Maid! Reader where Reader works for Mafioso in exchange for food and shelter after being evicted from their previous village (countless accusations of witchcraft despite being human and mistreatment due to being a peasant) with some spooks, scares and romance involved? Thankies!
and if you don't mind I added a drawing of how I drew Vampire Mafioso just to show it off (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
ft my OC
"The deal with a vampire"
Vampire!Mafioso x afab!reader
Tags: vampire, blood, peasant reader
Notes: I forgot to add the scares and spooks, and wanted to finish with this piece. I hope you still like it! Also tumblr is really pissing me off, so not in its usual format.
The pitter patter of rain hit the windows, dripping off the pains and landing into puddles beneath the windows. The wind howled in the night, the leaves and branches swaying.
You sat at the desk in the grand office, sorting through the papers your beloved had tasked you to do. It was simply debts that people had yet to pay, for they borrowed things, and had to pay it back with a price.
It made you wonder if he would do the same to your previous village..
You had been cast out, shunned and shamed by the people for witchcraft when really, you were just doing the most mundane of things.
They had labeled you as a witch, and wanted to burn you at the stake. But you managed to escape, and stumbled upon the dark manor far from the roads of your once beloved village.
And who owned the manor? None other than Count Mafioso, a feared vampire that no one dared to hunt, not while his henchmen lived.
At first, he wanted to kill you for discovering his home, but when you pleaded with him to let you live, to let you live here and serve him in exchange, he decided against ending your life.
When you first began, it was mundane tasks - clean the manor, watch while he was out, organize the papers while he was away at night.
It was just orders at first, for both of you. But after months went by with this set up, slowly feeling of romantic interests grew between you.
And now, you were in a relationship with the Son Sonnelino.
"What had your mind in such a hold that you did not hear my men nor I return?" His voice cut through the fog of your thoughts, a hand gently grasping your chin and lifting so you eyes met his gaze.
You breathed out softly, a smile etching onto your face. "I was simply thinking about our time together, dearest."
He hummed, almost like he didn't believe you, before dipping down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. "It better be that, and not of those village idiots who casted you out, merely for being different."
While it was you who had been casted out and nearly burned at the stake, it was he who held the grudge the tightest. He wanted to make them pay in blood, in screams. After all, if they had succeeded, he never would have met you, never would have felt his cold heart beat once more.
"Don," you softly said, your hand reaching up to grasp his hand. "While I love the idea, I don't think it would be wise... I want you to be safe out there. Who knows when there'll be a vampire hunter."
He sighed at the concern. A part of him wanted to brush it off, but deep down he knew you were right.
The hunters were slowly growing by the month, and he had been doing well staying beneath their sights. Not like he couldn't just kill them immediately, but he listened to you.
"You worry far too much, piccolo coniglietto," Mafioso leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests to cage you in, his red eyes boring into yours with such intensity your breath hitched.
"But for your sanity, I will be careful.."
He dipped his head down, pressing a soft kiss onto your neck just beneath your jawline. Your breathed hitched once more, hands moving up to grasp his shoulders.
He trailed kisses downwards, listening to your heartbeat, your gasps, the way your fingers tightened on his cloak, his bunny ears twitching with every breath.
Raising his right hand from the armrest, he moved the fabric of your dress down, revealing your collarbone and shoulder, where he lightly nipped.
You squeaked at the action, feeling the graze of his fangs against your skin. He chuckled at that, giving one final nip before standing stall.
Grasping your hand, he lead you out of the chair. He walked with you until you both were at the large window overlooking the garden, the gates, and beyond. He stood behind you, hands on your waist as he gazed out at the dark and vast surroundings.
"This world will never harm you again," he began, voice full of promise and protection. "Not while you are mine. Those who touch a single lock of your hair, they will be dealt with faster than a man could blink."
His grip on your waist tightened fractionally, his claws digging into your skin just a little before he relaxed. You breathed out softly, leaning back against him. You tilted your head up, turning your gaze from the window to him.
"I know," you spoke softly, raising your hand to cup his cheek. "And I know you'll protect me.. But I wish for you to stay safe as well."
He rumbled out a soft laugh, leaning into your touch. You were so warm compared to his cold, icy skin. A comfort for the both of you.
"I will, Mio caro.." his lips pressed against your palm, a silent promise.
"I will stay safe, for that was our deal in the beginning... And I will love you, until the day the world finally breaks and turns to dust."
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