: A Study in Self-Inflicted Rot : Sweetness is survival. It is armor. It is the sickly-smooth deception that coats your tongue and numbs the bitterness of everything else. Sugar dissolves faster than sorrow if you take enough of it, if you let it crystallize inside you, layer after layer, until the ache in your chest is drowned beneath syrup-thick denial. You understand this. You don't just crave sugar; you *depend* on it. It is your coping mechanism, your medicine, your personal anesthetic against the sharp sting of reality. You gorge yourself on confections like a dying thing trying to pretend it isn't starving. Because to stop-to let the sweetness fade-would mean facing the aftertaste. And the aftertaste is always bitter. You devour candies as if the act itself could force joy back into your body. As if you could replace the pieces of themselves that have long since been hollowed out. Sugar in your veins, caramel on your tongue, a thousand different flavors melting into one singular truth: You're always running. Running from the sour sting of regret, the sharp pang of grief, the dry, choking sensation of a throat too tight to cry. Sugar is easier. It coats the throat, soothes the burn, keeps the tears at bay. After all, if you're drowning in sweetness, you don't have to taste the salt of your own sorrow. But here's the thing about overindulgence: it rots. Teeth decay, stomachs churn, and even the strongest tolerance has its limits. You know this. They *have* to know. And yet, you push further, take another bite, another handful, as if each new dose of sugar will finally be the one that fixes you. As if it will finally make you *whole*. But deep down, beneath the saccharine veneer, you know the truth. No amount of sweetness can undo the bitter.

[ Rewrite of "I'll Phight for you!" ] [ Modern!AU of Phighting ] A mission we give to you: observe one reality. As above, so below. If you falter, you'll have nowhere else to go. An angel who has eyes on many- And many eyes on them. You walk a blade's edge between heavens and earth, a silent observer bound to a singular thread of reality. You are not permitted to interfere-only to witness. Your wings, once radiant with divine light, now remain tucked and dulled beneath the weight of secrecy and exile. Marked by a brand that glows faintly beneath your skin, You are always watched: by those above, who expect obedience, and those below, who sense something not quite human. Your presence pulls attention like gravity-subtle, inescapable. Each step you take in the mortal world is recorded, measured, judged. The smallest act of compassion could be seen as rebellion. The faintest attachment could unravel the veil of detachment you were ordered to maintain. You were told to observe. But how can one only watch when everything around them begs to be touched, to be changed, to be saved? The mission was simple. Reality is not.

cover art by: me! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘚, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? (HIGHSCHOOL PHIGHTING AU)

cover art by: me! TW: MENTIONS OF GORE AND FUNGUS. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘯𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. #8 on phighting tag #2 on robloxphighting tag #3 on phightingroblox tag

YAYAYY this story now allows both phighting oneshots and OTHER Roblox games! Obviously including Phighting, Block Tales, Item Asylum, Regretevator, possibly even dandys world and many more !! [edit 6/11/24] - ohh yeaaa wow! I come back in 2024 to write phighting oneshots? Crazy !! 😱😱 ok no but I love phighting and I love the game. This will consist of mostly canon characters, like the Faction ones, NPCs and also maybe SFOTH if I can be bothered! X3 Also adding in a couple AU characters I found,, like there's this duo on TikTok I found and this person gave perms to make any sort of FANART for them, so .. this counts, righttttt? OH! and I might only be doing the more 'male' characters (I know they're all basically Agender) since, idk, but I'll try if anyone requests anyway ;3

【❝𝐎𝗵 [𝐍𝗮𝗺𝗲]! 𝐒𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝐃𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 [𝐍𝗮𝗺𝗲]❞】 ❥･•┊[Name] is a robloxian who is unemployed of a job. [Name] grew restless and restless before ending up in a different world they weren't accustomed to because of The Spectre. [Name] ended up in the world of Forsaken as a survivor like a group of survivors who came before them. [Name] who was full of determination when they first came in the world grew restless the longer stay with grief, sorrow, fear, hopelessness, hatred, and many more 【❝𝐒𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲, [𝐍𝗮𝗺𝗲]! 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂!❞】 ---------------- GENDER NEUTRAL! READER x YANDERE! FORSAKEN! STARTED: Mar.22.25 ENDED: (Ongoing)

"ɪ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴏɴ! ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ!" "ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ." "ɪs ɪᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴡɪsʜ?" "ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴊᴜsᴛ...sᴛᴀʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ." ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ~✦~ A fanfic that was made for fun! please don't read if you find it cringe or weird or if you don't like it, it's completely understandable! uhmm there's some warning about some too like swearing gore ig? smut? idk I don't really like porn, always please enjoy as this fanfic was made for fun🙏 I'll see you soon!

A book of One-shots based off of my Three Roblox Books: - I'll Phight for You [ Roblox PHIGHTING! ] - SWEET TOOTH [ Roblox TR:UD ] - Lemons [ ROBLOX Forsaken ] ================================== Requests are always Open!

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 you thought it would only be a normal journey but boy you were wrong..so wrong. during these journeys turns out you had some mysterious company, you could also say a companion overtime they fall in love with you, but do you feel the same? this book is inspired by another book, a book by @Brianacharlizepelaez! check out their books its very awesome sauce and if one day @Brianacharlizepelaez sees this im gonna cry cause they're my favorite blocktales author :3 anyways enough ranting have fun!! 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

"What, are you just gonna sit there and look pretty?" Sullivian snarled, whipping his hat off and swatting you with it. The sudden motion made you recoil, your hand instinctively coming up to block the attack. It took you a moment to process his words, and your frown deepened. "Excuse me-?" You paused, a sharp edge to your tone. Then, with a quirk of an eyebrow, you added, "You think I'm pretty?" His scowl faltered for a split second, and you caught the faintest flicker of surprise in his expression before he quickly masked it. He shoved the hat back onto his head, pulling it low over his eyes as if it could hide his embarrassment. "That's not the point!" he barked, his voice gruffer now, though a tinge of red crept up his neck. "Quit twisting my words and focus. We've got bigger things to worry about!" You tilted your head, the corners of your lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, so you do think I'm pretty," you said, deliberately poking at him. His frustration boiled over, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. "Will you stop with the pretty thing already?!"