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"I hear your whisper through the dark" Ask : 3/5

[sourle]

Introduction post

Yellow! I'm Sourle! You can call me Ax too!:³

I use They/He/She/It

Other accounts

Main acc (YellowAxo)

FNAF acc (SillySour)

Wattpad (Localdeimos_simp)

Request: CLOSE

Request: 3/5

On-work: 3

read more for rules

This account will focus mainly on Writings and such, if i post some arts that means it's for a fic or one of the fic scene.

Fandoms i'll write for

[Open] means I'm writing for the fandom.

[Close] means I'm not writing for the fandom at the moment.

Side information: I write for any fandoms as long as it's within my comfort zone

LMK (Lego Monkie Kid) [Close]

Phighting [Open]

Phighting is a game that focuses on combat and Action. It's a team based third person combat. Many events are played called 'Phestival'.

Is a ROBLOX fighting level game, created by Boggio, on 19 Feb 2022.

Forsaken [Open]

Is a ROBLOX 1 v 8 survival game created on 28 July 2024.

Forsaken has two character genres, Killers and Survivors. As a Killer you have to hunt all the Survivors until no one else is alive before the time [4:00] ends. As a Survivor you have to survive the killer, avoiding their attacks or hiding and waiting until the timer ends.

Rulez!

• No NSFW.

• No pedophilia nor incest.

• I will be NOT be accepting a request that's out of my comfort zone.

• Please don't be rude to me I'm trying to take my time on things.

• Please don't spam my inbox. It's annoying.

• This account is heavily X reader only!

• I do accept Canon x Canon as long as it includes x Reader

• I sadly will be only doing Male reader and GN reader. Since I'm much more comfortable writing in those perspective.

[sourle]

YFAT rewrite soon

Ew, who let this dude in my inbox

[that's my alt, dw]

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Happy pride month to all of you!

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I feel like making my own novel game but I don't have the resources to do so, just a concept laying around in my USB disk

[feekins]

Has this been done already or

[sourle]

Is it true that Yfat! Reader doesn't regret their actions and thefore doesn't feel any guilt over it?

Reader does feel regret for what they've done in the past though ever since they went through rehabilitation they mostly forgive themselves for what they did.

[sourle]

I just want to ask will u write more about your YFAT au

I really like it and your writings:3

Retry

RPG!

Warnings: None(?)

note: It's been a while since I used this header

Running, surviving, feeling the same pain, over and over again as the game played itself repeatedly. You don’t know when it begins, WHY it begins but it hurts. It hurts so much, each time, every match, every game they play.

You didn’t wish for this, you didn’t hope for this. But, how can you be mad? How can you be so hypocritical? You yourself caused this before, you brought pain upon innocent people.

Is this a payback by the world? Did you really deserve this?

You don’t know. You don’t understand.

Each slash, each wound, each blood dripping down.

Each agonizing seconds that passed.

Yet, you’re not alone in this forsakened place. There’s others as well, fated to the same looping pain you’re bound to. You don’t understand their story, You don’t know their story. They never bothered to share. Not that they talked with you often.

You recognized some of them, you came with them here. Builderman, Shedletsky, Dusekkar. Familiar faces in an unfamiliar place. The rest? Maybe someone named 007n7 and Elliot but that’s about it.

You vaguely remembered Elliot. You remembered giving him the same grief you experienced. Maybe that’ll explain the rooted hatred?

007n7, a fellow you once knew. The one who introduced you to the very thing that brought you down and spiraling. Yet you casted him away once he’s no longer a part of that program.

Maybe you do deserve all of this. Trapped in a place with people who you barely recognize and those who despise you.

Maybe.

The cabin was silent, a match just started and a few were picked for it. Luckily you’re not one of them. You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning on the armrest of the worn out couch in the main room of the cabin. The fire danced in the fireplace, lighting up the room with a warm glow. You feel tired, your body is aching from the constant chase. At least now you can rest yourself.

A soft rustle of cloth moves beside you before a weight is pressed on the couch. You glance to the side to meet the dark shadow of a hooded figure. They tilt their head at you before raising a hand to wave. The small movement makes you chuckle, it’s endearing. A small thing that’s a contrast to the atmosphere.

“Hi, Taph.” They straighten up when you reply to them, showing you that they appreciate your acknowledgement of them. “You didn’t get picked as well, at least I have someone to talk to.”

They let out a soft mumble as they nod. “Oh, I do love your company.” A grunt from them. “... I’m being genuine.”

Taph seems happy about that, they lean further on the couch. Moving closer to sit next to you.

“Woah hey, am I interrupting something here?” A lilting voice filled the air. The owner of the voice leans over the backrest, between you and Taph.

“Hi to you too, Chance.” “Hey,” Chance purrs as he turns to face you.

“Lucky you didn’t get picked as well.” Chance chuckled at that, they rested their arms on the backseat. “Well, lady luck loves me that much.”

“Let's not forget your gun exploding last time.” You teased as Chance gasped and fake a hurtful look on his face. “Oh, such brutality!” You two chuckled as Taph mumbles in humor to the joke.

You gave them a smile which they returned with an.. uncomfortable look. Except for Noob, they just shyly waved back.

The grandfather clock chimed indicating the round had ended. This time, everyone survived. Taph raised a hand to greet those who had returned from the match as Chance acknowledged them with a nod.

Well, at least it's not as bad as it used to be.

[sourle]

Finally, it's a bit dusty... nevermind

it's been there since last year

[sourle]

I just want to ask will u write more about your YFAT au

I really like it and your writings:3

Retry

RPG!

Warnings: None(?)

note: It's been a while since I used this header

Running, surviving, feeling the same pain, over and over again as the game played itself repeatedly. You don’t know when it begins, WHY it begins but it hurts. It hurts so much, each time, every match, every game they play.

You didn’t wish for this, you didn’t hope for this. But, how can you be mad? How can you be so hypocritical? You yourself caused this before, you brought pain upon innocent people.

Is this a payback by the world? Did you really deserve this?

You don’t know. You don’t understand.

Each slash, each wound, each blood dripping down.

Each agonizing seconds that passed.

Yet, you’re not alone in this forsakened place. There’s others as well, fated to the same looping pain you’re bound to. You don’t understand their story, You don’t know their story. They never bothered to share. Not that they talked with you often.

You recognized some of them, you came with them here. Builderman, Shedletsky, Dusekkar. Familiar faces in an unfamiliar place. The rest? Maybe someone named 007n7 and Elliot but that’s about it.

You vaguely remembered Elliot. You remembered giving him the same grief you experienced. Maybe that’ll explain the rooted hatred?

007n7, a fellow you once knew. The one who introduced you to the very thing that brought you down and spiraling. Yet you casted him away once he’s no longer a part of that program.

Maybe you do deserve all of this. Trapped in a place with people who you barely recognize and those who despise you.

Maybe.

The cabin was silent, a match just started and a few were picked for it. Luckily you’re not one of them. You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning on the armrest of the worn out couch in the main room of the cabin. The fire danced in the fireplace, lighting up the room with a warm glow. You feel tired, your body is aching from the constant chase. At least now you can rest yourself.

A soft rustle of cloth moves beside you before a weight is pressed on the couch. You glance to the side to meet the dark shadow of a hooded figure. They tilt their head at you before raising a hand to wave. The small movement makes you chuckle, it’s endearing. A small thing that’s a contrast to the atmosphere.

“Hi, Taph.” They straighten up when you reply to them, showing you that they appreciate your acknowledgement of them. “You didn’t get picked as well, at least I have someone to talk to.”

They let out a soft mumble as they nod. “Oh, I do love your company.” A grunt from them. “... I’m being genuine.”

Taph seems happy about that, they lean further on the couch. Moving closer to sit next to you.

“Woah hey, am I interrupting something here?” A lilting voice filled the air. The owner of the voice leans over the backrest, between you and Taph.

“Hi to you too, Chance.” “Hey,” Chance purrs as he turns to face you.

“Lucky you didn’t get picked as well.” Chance chuckled at that, they rested their arms on the backseat. “Well, lady luck loves me that much.”

“Let's not forget your gun exploding last time.” You teased as Chance gasped and fake a hurtful look on his face. “Oh, such brutality!” You two chuckled as Taph mumbles in humor to the joke.

You gave them a smile which they returned with an.. uncomfortable look. Except for Noob, they just shyly waved back.

The grandfather clock chimed indicating the round had ended. This time, everyone survived. Taph raised a hand to greet those who had returned from the match as Chance acknowledged them with a nod.

Well, at least it's not as bad as it used to be.

[sourle]

REMEMBER YOUR FCKING REQUESRS DUMBASS

Hello my alt that I made because I forgot my password

[sourle]

Changed the yfat lore once more to accommodate some plot holes

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i forgot how to draw

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I’m low-key wondering if you’re ever going to reveal why yearning for a touch reader was an exploiter/hacker and like destroyed half the Earth because till this day I’m so curious like generally what could’ve have happened for reader to just decide “yeah I’m gonna destroy everything”

I didn't give quite a clear answer last time

I'm not gonna say much since Reader's past is a part of the actual fic that's on the work (I'M TRYING TO FIND THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF 5 CHAPTERS WHERE IS IT)

but the motives behind reader's reign was due to the corrupt in the robloxian system.

[sourle]

ughuhguh

[sourle]

Let's give Taph a Lil bean YFAT Reader to take care of

I can just see them both give each other snuggles after Taph comes back from a match and is very tired

He loves it

[sourle]

uaghajdh

[sourle]

Sorry I sent that when it was open I guess that was on the same day you close it 

I closed it like... Weeks ago?

I suppose Tumblr only registered it now lol

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Silly request I had in my brain forsaken x reader who can turn into a cartoon and is able to turn other things and people into cartoons as well with her paintbrush like tail has toon logic because I want this to be silly and plus I think reader would be really great at distracting the kids she is silly and she loves entertaining kids because back at her home. She was a mix of a babysitter as well as a jack of all trades and includes entertainment and performing, so she’d be able to distract them

Requests are closed! Please read the pinned post, thanks!

but I will indulge on story ideas,

Reader being a cartoon-ish character is such a funny idea to me. I love the toon skins for the survivors and killers and they're amazing

Reader would be similar to the cartoon skin, having a brighter color scheme and outlines that appear depending on how the others look at them from. Now regarding the toon logic, it would be pretty funny if Reader could just hide by a single pole for the three or behind one of the lamppost

other than that, nothing changed, your silly personality ONLY affected c00lkid, Bluudud, and Pr3ttyprincess. other killers would just treat you as any other survivors

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Idk why, but i have a feeling that Jane doe would act like a mother figure for Yearning for a touch! Reader. Idk, she just gives me these vibes of 'Mother of the group' type of person, who would act supportive and motherly toward youngest ones.

I can see this! I can see one of Jane way of mourning is to care for others who shares the similar pain of lost like hers.

Jane does not see the Reader like how the Admins painted over them, she knew about their past but when she saw how determined you were to change she believes you