Forsake Me, Forsake Me Not

Welcome to the Forsake Me Not AU blog!

For the uninitiated, Forsaken is a horror and Roblox Myth based game on Roblox, and Forsake Me Not is an AU of said game.

⚠️WARNING: THIS BLOG'S CREATOR DOES NOT PLAY THE GAME, SUPPORT THE DEVELOPERS, OR EVEN LIKE OG FORSAKEN. They are MAKING THEIR OWN CONTENT, because they liked the concepts and characters and want to take them for themselves- fuck the og, mine now.⚠️

The AU was primarily made to contain all the headcanons of it's owner, but has since gradually grown into a story about overcoming the lowest points in your life and retroactively fixing the angst and problems that crop up in the original forsaken story through trial, connections, forgiveness, and little bit of divine intervention.

Some posts about the AU will continue to be made on @captain-heartstrings blog, but will be reblogged here for the sake of keeping all the posts together!

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Sincerely, Your all powerful Spawn,

See I'm like at a passive point now.

I'm not really following much of whatever the fuck is going on with them because I hate their story choices (To clarify, not the people, just their story choices, because to my knowledge the developers themselves havent done anything heinous). I know it's just gonna piss me off, so looking at it on purpose is like. Pathetic. But obviously since I'm making this au and liked what they had originally before they fucked it sideways I still get content about it passively on my dash.

Which is that those guys do not care about an end game. It doesn't matter if the players and fans want a cohesive or complex story by the end of forsaken development. When all the lore is revealed and all the killers are out.

All the developers care about is making everyone as MISERABLE as possible forever for shock factor. And they will Butcher perfectly complex characters to get their angst-slop over and over if they have to. To keep attention on the game.

Twotime will become another Itrapped with the way they're characterizing the un-genuine love between him and Azure as being a direct result of the cult, and Azure will be more fleshed out at the expense of a character people already loved. Which is not how you're supposed to write characters. If you have to ruin a character to flesh out another? You're doing it wrong.

Three cheers to continuing to hate the developer's story choices and never playing the game.

??? Well atleast I know I'm not being accused of using AI.

I've never heard about this Tumblr AI censoring kissing though. Tumblr DOES have an AI that's supposed to flag inappropriate content (Thats been a thing for about...2-3 years now though, its not recent) but it doesn't do a very good job of it. There's actually multiple posts poking fun at it for that.

Kisses are normal when it comes to couples, does the AI not know that people kiss?

Blinks.

Ai? What...??

I....censor kisses sometimes because I think the concept of not knowing exactly what's happening makes the action more romantic. In the same way that I like when characters with hats pull their hats down in front of the kiss to give the couple privacy. It's cute to me.

Feeedd Idoom for the pride month

If you do what's your thoughts on the game??

pretty please

I'll admit that I am severely under educated on the may madness crew. Sometimes when lore goes undocumented, contradictions pile up and it understimulates me to have to sort through what's real information and what's fake. This isn't my specific brand of hyperfixation sooo...

To prefice: EVERYTHING about Itrapped, Caleb, and Ellernate in Forsake Me Not is SUPER fictional, these are not how the actual people act, I don't know how they act and I dooooont wanna look into it fuck you. My source is that I MADE IT THE FUCK UP-

As stated before, Itrapped is the figure head of the trio and the whole operation for hackers- though usually only in looks- sortof like the face of the rebellion (Often described as the prettiest of the three, dead ass). He's impulsively emotional. Greedy. Egotistical. But he's also a smart charmer in terms of what to say to get his way. Not nessicarily smart like Caleb in tech and hacking things- he's not bad. Just ya know. Not as good LOL.

Caleb as mentioned, is INCREDIBLY tech savvy. Intelligent. Logical. The guy with the plan and the skills to execute it on his own if shit goes south. He's also fucking shit at talking to people because he's an impulsive liar. He doesn't deal in half trueths like Itrapped or tricking people- he just lies. He lies about everything. All the information is for him and his friends- and sometimes just HIM alone. Information is power- and lies are a poison.

Ellernate is not only the skeptic- but in my head the most trickster coded of the three of them. Often insiting chaos is their main goal and jokes are their main form of communication. I've also decided to make him the best fighter of the three cause the other two have something else going on. Feels important this mf has something to his name.

Given all that, the three are sortof like this:

Itrapped is the distraction and talker.

Caleb is the planner and executioner.

Ellernate is the muscle and fight-junkie.

anywho, how would those three deal with being on public transportation? Strange question, but I want to know how they would cope with and/or react to the horror that is public transit. (I have beef with trains and buses.)

Well technically...they just wouldn't.

My build of 1xAzuretime is sort of based in the concept that Azure is a fae who doesn't know how big societies work because he lived in the forest, and Two time was raised in a cult...in the forest, and 1x probably has the MOST city etiquette of all of them from his time with the admins.......BUT is borderline an illegal criminal and would be flagged down by every moderator and admin under the sun if spotted, not to mention, would rather starve than willingly go into places with lots of people. Their usual travel method is on foot, through the woods, never near any big civilization.

BUT lets say hypothetically they HAD too get on a public transport- or maybe in the future 1x gets a pardon.

I guess i'd assume they probably always go together everywhere to avoid most issues. Two time and Azure are attached by the soul if not the hip. And lets face it- with someone as vulnerable looking as Two time (they're not actually vulnerable, i picture them as sort of the embodiment of 'im weak and helpless, underestimate me'. But this is really awful, because they pretty much stab anyone if they're spooked enough bc of the traumaaaa </3.) 1x would come along just to ensure they both stay out of trouble. People naturally give the girl a wide space anyways just cause of how she looks- let alone the fucking GHOST VIBES that Azure gives off now.

Itrapped: I wanna fight this bull....but i can't fight among my followers...

NAH CHAT YOU DONT GET IT THEY LIKE IT THAT WAYYYY 💔💔💔

it's vitally important for their dynamic to be composed of them nearly killing each other for the dramatics.

Fight in the Streets

An Idoomed blurb

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The idea was Itrapped’s.

Which meant it was, objectively, a false mask. Trying to hide what it was really from the moment he said it outloud.

“We should… go out,” he had said, casually, as if suggesting a minor adjustment to a supply route, a simple stroll around Robloxia, as if they were mere Robloxians and not a wanted ex-admin and hacker combo KNOWN for their deadly rebellion against the admins. “Publicly. Outside the den.”

Doom had stared at him like a horse fly dared to try it's luck with a bull instead. Mildly perturbed. Insulted. As if he were that stupid to nod along and agree.

“…Why.”

“To observe civilian patterns, blend in a little more when we have to go back to the banlands for saving missions” Itrapped replied smoothly.

“That’s not what you mean.”

Itrapped tilted his head, you could hear the smile despite his mask. “No. It isn’t.”

Silence.

Then, grudgingly, almost out of character for the bullheaded knight: “Fine,” Doom said. “One evening.”

Itrapped clapped his hands together, a sign of finality, like a deal with the devil honestly. They chose a marketplace in a much smaller experience, far enough from admin patrol routes to be tolerable, busy enough to blend into.

Itrapped looked much like his usual self, all things considered. The man was already pretty fancy on his lazy days. His usual navy attire was colored a more modest brown, yet still noble, cloak pristine, jewelry catching light in subtle glints. Tail feathers folded neatly, controlled, combed, every inch of him composed and intentional.

Doom... also looked like himself, but never in any world like this was that a good thing...

He’d left his armor behind, even the iconic helm that covered his face and made his horns more prominent, but his hair was a freaking mess. Like a fluffy, recently buzzed, bedhead that had grown out just enough to annoy the bird who had invited him out. And there was no disguising the size of him, the horns, the galaxy sheen of his skin. Even dressed down, he drew attention like gravity.

People moved out of their way instinctively, whether they recognized the two or not.

“Subtle,” Itrapped murmured.

“You said no weapons and armor,” Doom replied. “You didn’t say I had to shrink.”

“I assumed you would have worn something a little more covering to make up for it.”

“You assumed wrong.”

Itrapped huffed.

They walked. For a while, it almost worked.

They passed stalls of avatar accessories, glittering and pretty things, glowing, detailed, worn and untouched. The air smelled faintly metallic from robux coin, threaded with warmth and movement from the traders and Robloxians around them.

Itrapped paused at one stall, picking up a small charm. It appeared to be a necklace of some kind, blue, his favorite shade of icey, cold, crystal.

“Overpriced,” he said immediately with the click of his tongue.

“You haven’t even asked the cost.” The knight had growled a bit, his hooves shaking the table as he came to stand beside him.

“I don’t need to.”

Doom leaned down, inspecting it with the eye of someone who had worked with metals for a long time, and knew a good, sturdy, trinket or weapon or armor when he saw one. “It’s well-made.”

Itrapped shot him a look, offended at his undermining attitude no doubt, though it's not as if anyone could see under that mask. Doom knew. “You would say that.”

“And you would complain about it.”

“That's because Im right.”

The vendor, wisely, said nothing, and Doom… bought it anyway.

Itrapped stared at him.

“…Why.”

Doom shrugged. “You kept looking at it.”

“I was evaluating its flaws.”

“You can do that while owning it.” The knight had said, as he carefully held the prince in place and clipped the new necklace under the folded collar of Itrapped's white shirt, dangling just under his cravat.

“…You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” Doom said, watching him closely, “you’re not demanding a refund?”

Then… perhaps came the first REAL problem of the night, both sparing Itrapped from needing to reply and also fucking both of them over in the process.

A moderator check In, just a casual stroll through the stalls- clearly it wasn't meant to be anything strenuous. Perhaps a pull of some items- a tap to a merchant to tell them their shop license has expired. Nothing big. But…

They noticed Doom immediately.

“Hey,” one of them called, stepping into their path. “You look…familiar.”

Doom didn’t stop walking.

“Dunno what you mean moderator...”

The enforcer bristled, obviously not liking the way the larger man brushed past him, as he and his 2 other law enforcers stepped back into their path quickly “Do you have a form of ID? Account number perhaps?”

Itrapped sighed softly. “Handle it quietly,” he muttered, still following at the bull's side.

“I am,” Doom replied, trying to whisper down to the bird who was quite a ways down from him. Not very subtle.

“Your version of quiet involves structural damage, and a need to cancel the rest of our night…”

“Only if they continue asking me these dumb questions.”

They persisted.

A hand reached for Doom’s arm.

Itrapped moved first.

It was subtle, a shift, a step, a flick of his wrist- and suddenly the moderator was on the ground, disarmed and confused.

The other two froze.

Doom looked down at the fallen figure, then back at Itrapped.

“You said quietly.” no longer whispering at how blunt the other was being.

“That was quiet.”

“You dropped him.”

“He tripped.”

“He did not trip.”

Itrapped tilted his head, and then looked back at the other two with the man, again, unable to see his face…but you could practically FEEL the malice dripping off him. “Prove it.”

Doom stared at him.

The remaining moderators backed away, and the one Itrapped tripped scrambled to his feet and followed after.

“Not worth it,” one muttered.

They left.

Silence returned.

Doom exhaled slowly. “Was that escalation nessicary? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”

“They touched you.”

“That is not justification.”

Itrapped turned to face him fully now, tail flicking once.

“No?” he asked softly, innocently, nothing like the hatred filled voice he had used before. This was a voice he used to get out of trouble, a sweet, thick with fake worry and medicine-like burn that left most breathless.

Doom stepped closer, undeterred. He'd seen, heard, felt it all before.

“You’re picking a fight,” he said.

Itrapped’s voice was light, pushing on, piling on the innocent act “I am setting boundaries.”

“By provoking me? Telling me not to fight snd then doing so yourself?”

“By observing how you respond to conflict and acting accordingly.” Dragged out. Long. Complicated.

Doom’s eyes glowed faintly.

“You want a reaction.”

A blue eye blinked into view the void of Itrapped's mask to meet Doom’s, confessing the real reason for tonight's little outing.

“Always.”

And there it was.

The point where the date stopped pretending to be anything else.

A shove- not hard, just enough to test footing.

Doom didn’t move.

Itrapped tried again, sharper this time, aiming for balance rather than force.

Doom caught his wrist.

Fast.

Too fast for most to track.

“Careful,” Doom rumbled.

Itrapped twisted, slipping the hold, stepping inside Doom’s space instead of away from it.

“Or what,” he murmured.

Doom’s grip shifted- from restraint to something more deliberate, hand settling briefly at Itrapped’s arms.

Too long to be accidental.

People had started noticing.

A small circle formed- cautious, curious, sensing something volatile brewing. A fight. Itrapped struck again.

A quick, precise movement aimed at Doom’s center. Doom blocked easily, but instead of ending it, he stepped into the momentum, grabbing hold and lifting the bird up and over him- nearly trying to throw the man into a table. Only for Itrapped to catch himself on the arm itself and try to choke the bull out with his legs

The fight kicked up 3 notches instantly as the growing crowd of people saw Doom back up and nearly slam the man into the wall of a building to get him to let go. Itrapped responded by stepping up and over the other’s head, sliding across the ground, feathers just barely missing getting caught between the rock and the hard place that is Doom’s terrifyingly sharp horns.

The wall nearly breaks- cracks at minimum from the force of the impact, and the soles of Itrapped’s shoes surely suffer from the slide he has to endure to catch himself as he lands from Doom’s height in front of him.

“You’re smiling,” Doom said, as rocks from the wall fall off his shoulders

“I’m winning,”

“And you like that?”

Itrapped’s tail flared, flicking up with a mesmerizing breath that cascaded across the growing group of onlookers.

The next movement wasn’t clean, obviously spurred on by the emotions that the Bull had pulled from him. Itrapped drove forward, Doom met him, and suddenly it wasn’t controlled anymore- it was motion, pressure, contact, far from harmless. A table overturned as the tackle happened- people rushed to get out of the way- and the shattering of wood actually frightened most of the crowd into fleeing.

Doom’s hands- despite the tackle- had found purchase on the Prince’s hip and against the ground to avoid fully crushing him. Itrapped looked rather disheveled, his hair had fallen out of its braid from the tackle, and laid splayed underneath him.

Itrapped’s breath hitched as Doom leaned in. Stopping the bull just short.

“People are still watching-”

“Let them.”

Itrapped went very still.

Then- he laughed.

Not sharp. Not mocking. Genuine.

It rattled his thin body from underneath the bull- as they laid in the street, broken table underneath them- their shoulders shaking. Boisterous laughter filling the street as people moved around them.

“That was terribly corny!”

He choked out between his laughter- causing the bull to grin.

“Well you're a terrible date!”

The two laughed now. Thunderous. With the fight over, most street goers paid them no mind- like the most interesting part of their night had passed and it was getting late. Leaving the two of them alone on an empty street when they collect themselves and dust their clothes free of any woodchips.

“We're never doing this again.” the bull complains gruffly.

“Once a month shall suffice." the bird counters, adjusting his vest.

Allow me to answer some of my inbox...WITH SOME FICS FOR WRITING PRACTICE :D I've talked about most of the ones who's interactions matter the most- but you're always welcome to interprete any interactions I don't mention however you want till I clarify otherwise lol. Here's an interaction I've never talked about tho for fun!

Hang/Hate out With Me

1xAzuretime, Coolkidd, and 007n7 blurb

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He hated this. No matter what that stupid bird said there was no way he would ever admit that this brought him any other feeling, except the blinding white hatred of a thousand suns all blisteringly hot and forcing his mutilated skin to sweat, so much sweat.

Why did they have to be outside?

It was not really a question for his mind- he knew why they were outside. He watched as a red crimson blur shot across the yard he had watched Azure put together so lovingly. The undead fae chasing after the little red beast only moments after they pass the creation of hatred.

If they were inside, the kid would surely have destroyed something by now…which, while it wouldn't have affected him- it would certainly have upset Two time, which by process of connected souls would upset Azure…and 1x doesn't have the mental stamina to deal with both of them being upset at once. Horrendous.

So he's forced to stand on the porch, watching as his partner…traveling companion… plays, with that hellspawn…CHILD.

He sat on the porch of their log cabin. Far enough from the whole interaction to stay out of the play-mode- far enough even to see Two time leap from the trees and gently tackle the kid in a show of playful avian on goat robloxian hunting. Causing them to collide with Azure- sending all three of them tumbling into the grass. Laughing.

There is a laughter that settles deep in the chest of the man in front of him, sitting just across the table that 1x had settled in on the porch of the forest log cabin. It's the father of the kid now playing in their yard.

A hacker. Ex-hacker. One of the best really.

You see… 1x has a small problem. While the necrobloxicon had healed their bodily wounds so long ago- sometimes it….really did feel as if the pain remained. It wasn't something that he'd been very willing to admit to having any issues with- even in their own head the idea was a weakness.

This pain made you strong.

Made you who you are.

Made you undefeated.

It took years of living with Two time and Azure to understand that…pain was little more than an inconvenience that needed to be fixed. It made no one stronger if left over longer periods of time…

That was something he had learned from his previous, stupid, and RECKLESS master…if he dared to call him that. That stupid chicken. That damned man.

Unfortunately having someone look as deeply as the cause of such pain took an expert in the code of life. Those that only existed among admins…who would surely turn the creation in without a second thought. But a hacker? Ex-hacker or otherwise…they would be just as eager to remain anonymous among Admins as 1x, and just as skilled at code as the finest doctors…

So this…this is how 1x found himself meeting the great 007n7 once a month. Looking after the father's kid as payment. Stocking the tea the father liked so much so he may rest after the examination…due to the trek it takes to make it all the way out here.

But he didn't enjoy it. No. He hated it. He only did it to fix an inconvenience. Not to stop the worried looks he got from Azure or Two time. Not to ease any anxiety from the pity the father spared him during the exams. Not to enjoy the presence of a child who does not fear him…

No. He hated this. Surely.

I just wanted to ask what are your plans for the other characters? You don't have to draw them or even answer if you don't want, ai'm just curious as to what you're considering for them?

Blinks.

I'm pretty sure I've covered every character....did I miss someone? I know someone once asked me about Veeronica and Nosferatu to which I said the vampire doesn't exist cause I don't like him and Veeronica doesn't have any lore in regards to HOW she forsakened so in my mind she just, didn't.

Like. She becomes defunct. And takes up a rebellious skater life style. That's it. She's now a skater on roblox running around skating and doing whatever.

I wouldn't really say he has a 'soft spot' for Twotime- I'd argue he has a softspot for every Robloxian he's ever met/helped/or affected, all in equal measure.

He's a god- but not an intentionally malicious one- one that views this world sort of like everyone on it is their toy they've cherished and loved since childhood.

That isn't to say he doesn't have a handful of very special thoughts dedicated to certain members of the forsake-me-not cast- but it means he wishes to see them all succeed and gives them all the same amount of help.

I've often commented that he sees his son, Specter, in Coolkidd and 1x and their relationships with their fathers. He envys a true love like Twotime and Azures and eventually 1x. He cheers and lights up the sky with shooting stars when Noli and 7n7 reconnect. He cries when Chance and Mafioso have Lucky. He nudges Itrapped and Doom to make moves on eachother. He lessens the load of work Builder and the other admins have to do.