Reuuu

༘⋆ this is what's up! ༘⋆ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ name's Reuuu! | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i'm Bi + Genderfluid (any/all) | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ a minor who wants to write and do art ^^ | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ scorpio, 21st Nov | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ multifandom - just ask! | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ i write Forsaken! (would like to, at least) | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ FOREVER A JESTER TWO TIME MAIN + AZURE GLAZER | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ what CAN i write? - i think.. ׂ╰┈➤ fluff, oneshots, platonic, tropes, romantic, headcanons (might be ooc) + romantic hcs, only the slightest bit suggestive, you get me? i LOVE headcanons (genuinely suck at it though, so give me ideas or a topic) | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ what WONT i write? ׂ╰┈➤ again, i am a minor, so i will not be doing any sort of smut, and i have mentioned i will only do little to none for suggestive. ᰔ neither doing anything regarding a minor with an adult unless it is a parent writing. ᰔ yandere is a no-go too i genuinely suck at writing that. ᰔ anything to do with a male!reader for i cant capture writing as a male. ᰔ character x character/oc, i will probably be EXTREMELY ooc, and i wouldn't know how to personality-lise (new word) an oc, and unless the characters are both from Forsaken (which i CAN do) i am unable to do anything. ᰔ dni if you're some sicko who gets off to pedophilia/zoophilia, or are racist, sexist or homophobic just wastin' my time. | ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Other! ׂ╰┈➤ i could be REAL slow with requests since i am a newbie at tumblr (/gen suck at writing) and will definitely try my best to keep up with mainly writing off requests ect. Also, do forgive me if my writings are not up to your req standards, i'm still new to writing as well. i just wanna share some more content for Forsaken, as i've been looking around for more content on specific characters and was like "wait, i can just write my own what am i doin'??" #inspoLMAOA

kinda rushed but i hope this came out alright, personally i like this one

might not be the best oh gosh i like had several blackouts of how to use words throughout i thought i was cooked.

Forsaken. And not even death will you part.

1x1x1x1 x oldfriend!reader It wasn't perfect. Heck, it was far from perfect. It was hell. Fumbling around the cabin, you were drained. From what you've caught on, the so-called rounds kept coming one after another. Plan. Set up. Survive. Constant, continuous, Unchanging. The factor of time was different here. It has been almost 5 days since then. Since you were brought here. Brought here by it. You recognised a pattern. 3 rounds a day. Morning, afternoon, evening. 3 chances to get to know how the team works. 3 chances to understand the concepts of generators and objectives. 3 chances to learn the killer's kits. How they work. How to counter them. For better or worse, you kept a journal. A journal to keep you sane. To write what was on your mind; to write what could come in handy sooner or later. A sharp toll rung. Time to survive. ₊˚ ✧ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ This round's killer is: 1x1x1x1 Broken walls. Fire. Aroma. Work at a Pizza Place. .. A medkit? You take it in case. 1x1x1x1. You've heard that name before. Where? Your mind is foggy. You look around, and your sight leads you to a generator. Crouch and wire. 4 puzzles. 12 seconds down. 3 seconds per puzzle. Chains rattle in the distance. Screams echo through the map. One survivor is down. 7 to go. You wander. You stray. Right to Elliot. Limping, bleeding, exhausted. You hand him the medkit without a second thought. He thanks you, and heads up to the red truck to bandage himself up. More chains clatter. Closer. Danger. Warning. MØVɆ. Instinctively, you dodge. A flash of green. Sharp. With the intent to harm. To kill. You turn. Only to see piercing red. Glaring at you like daggers. Like a bow aimed for your heart. Like a knife held to your throat. You froze. Still. Unmoving. And only for a moment, you held his gaze. Her gaze of hatred. Disdain. Contempt. Betrayal. Only then, your eyes widen. Widen in recognition. "Dove..?" To be continued. bec im lazy LMAOA also i js realised i write short ass words and sentences so it kinda looks buns but when i write a paragraph it looks all cluttered tgt..

Days, months, years. They all felt the same. Just how long has it been? It had always known. Always felt. Always remembered. It knew what you'd become. Knew what you'd been through. Knew what you'd behold. And despite this, it still ac█ep██d you. It █ov█d you. It n██ded you. You'll accept ████, won't you? After all, do you really have a c█oi█e?