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PATH TO NOWHERE
English is not my first language.
I write weirdly. Especially my grammar. That happens when you read MTL for 7 years.
Specialized in cracks.
what if.. what if aisno official bands au live stream fic
honestly i don't know what i am doing with this series
finally have time to continue writing (._.)
YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE ME — GAROFANO
pairing: garofano x reader
summary: you're chosen as the test subject by an entity with a cutie system as your companion, traveling world after world but the premise is that...— no spoiler (〃´▽`)
cw: blood, just tiny bit
main next
you wake to something soft.
not fabric. not earth. skin.
your cheek is pressed into warmth that yields when you breathe, plush and alive, rising and falling in a slow rhythm that doesn’t belong to you. it takes a second too long for your mind to catch up. to understand why your face sinks when you shift, why your nose brushes against a curve that is unmistakably human.
breasts.
full, warm, impossibly gentle. they cradle your face without intention, without shame, like the careless comfort of being held before you learned what danger was.
garofano part 1 done 😙
tmrw it is
oooohh I just read the first part of your Inhuman series and it's sooo interesting (*´・з・) can't wait to read the rest especially Shin's part she's just so dear to me 🤌 *twirling my hair when I see the implied cannibalism*
yesss comrade shin + cannibalism is sexy. can't wait to write them all doing evil 😍
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? — ZOYA
pairing: zoya x reader
summary: you're chosen as the test subject by an entity with a cutie system as your companion, traveling world after world but the premise is that...— no spoiler (〃´▽`)
main next
"say... are you sure she's inside this room, cutie?"
[yes, please don't doubt the system]
hearing the voice inside your mind, you couldn't help but sigh, "i didn't sign up for this."
[of course, you were chosen, you had no choice]
"..." even if the attitude is unreliable, that basic information should be reliable, right..?
INHUMAN [SERIES]
reader: none of them are normal
reader: are you sure you sent me to the right world?
cutie system: according to the data collected, i am 99.9% not mistaken
reader: what about the 0.01%???
cutie system: 🤷♀️
reader: 😦
summary: you're chosen as the test subject by an entity with a cutie system as your companion, traveling world after world but the premise is that...— no spoiler (〃´▽`)
notes: this is basically a PTN AU with mostly the MOTHERS but zoya is an anomaly, she's a father. i'll add more if inspiration hit me in the head. a little warning, content might get a little bit dark starting from garofano parts. sooo.. this idea came to life because i've been too engrossed in chinese novels, especially quick transmigration (QT) hehe. it can be QT and also standalone. please be patient since this is my first time writing a series, update is uncertain when.
ZOYA
where do you think you’re going? the frost paralyzed your steps, rendering you powerless, then she appeared before you.
GAROFANO
you're not allowed to leave me. full, warm, impossibly gentle.
JELENA
be obedient, and i will not take your soul.
OAK CASKET
don't resist, don't hesitate, don't make me force you... gulp it down...
SHIN
i'm going to eat you up piece by piece, so you'll belong to me completely.
mbcc love post is no longer as freaky as before how am i supposed to make it into spicy fic 😔💔
JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MBCC (in a nutshell), DAY 6
summary: short crack fic, menace no.1 Du Ruo, menace no. 2 Hella, blunt Nino, poor Chief, mastermind EMP was gone after one mention
EMP: The next person that comes through the door will be your partner!
Chief: I didn't sign up for this..
Chief: Also Du Ruo, weren't you here earlier? So why did you go through that door again?
Du Ruo: Oh, I just walked out the door and came back in. As simple as that.
Chief: ...
Du Ruo: Well, looks like we're in this together.
Chief: ...
Do you have any twitter accounts or maybe bsky? It's so lonely without you and your content 😭💔
whoever you are im so sorry for pending this in my inbox for months. i was very very busy with university 💔
and yes, i do have accounts for both but i'm not that active nor do i post contents there
i'll be back to write some stuffs, probably in a month after i finish my comprehensive exam, which is a nightmare for someone who struggles with stringing words together irl hehe
feel free to send asks tho 😘
Since Cinnabar is also one of my favorite Sinners as well, I want to ask you this question (not a request); do you think Cinnabar is an equestrian / horse girl? I personally do think she's one in my opinion. Cinnabar would be so gentle with horses & she would definitely take you out on a horseback riding date. Both of you sharing / riding the same horse as Cinnabar wraps her arms around you; making sure that you feel safe & protecting you.
Cinnabar's favorite horse breed is the Friesian; a handsome prince does deserve to ride a handsome horse after all. It would be so cute to see Cinnabar braid a Friesian's black, majestic mane. Dressage is something that I feel Cinnabar would be really good at; she would win so many Dressage competitions.
Anyway, thank you very much for your writings; they're so fun to read through! : )
i swear i saw this ask on someone's blog before BUT I AGREE IT'S CANON
even tho i didn't buy it (fake fan spotted 😔), cinna's attire is one of my favorite. IT'S SO DREAMY. but if i do own it, I'll probably just stare at her in daze OUGHH her smile is just too gentle in that attire, makes me want to jump into another dimension now just to ride horses with her 😭
WORTH MORE THAN EVERY GIG.
Written by Sloane.
Posted — 02/7/25
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
TAGS : f4f/wlw , partial & mentioned nsfw , angsty , mentions of blood & wounds , arguing , cussing , etc
WORD COUNT : 2.0k
“Lock your doors.”
“Always remember how I knock.”
“I don't want to come back home and find you dead.”
These words were something that Angell never fails to remind you everyday especially before she goes to work. And each time before she says goodbye, you get nothing but a brief side hug—if not a hug or if she's in a bigger rush, you only get a half-hearted nod before she hastily makes a beeline for the door.
The life of being a hitman’s lover. She's gone for almost the entire day, returns home when you're asleep—heck that even the weekends can't provide a little escape, she's either asleep for hours or preoccupied with that computer of hers. Apparently, being a hitman's lover is not for the weak. And you had to learn that the hard way.
YOU WANT HER, DON'T YOU?
have you ever imagine how would it be to have yourself on your knees while she just sits there with that soft, gentle yet knowing smile? that kind of smile that tells lies so convincingly it feels like she’s the one cornered, as though she’s the victim, not the one holding all the strings.
that smile of hers is never cunning, never sharp. it’s tender, fragile even—crafted to make you believe she’s small, vulnerable, and unassuming.
she watches you now with that same expression, her head tilted just slightly as if in quiet curiosity. the way her eyes follow your movements betrays something deeper, though.
she must be fully aware of how much you wanted her right?
what a little cunning fox, don't you think so?
you shifts closer, your chin barely brushed her knee before you pried apart her crossed legs.
treasure that you’ve been craving since you laid your eyes on her.
advancing closer and closer..
soon enough, her hands finally move. one hand hovers above your head before gently resting there, almost as if to steady herself. but then, her body tensed when you lean in further, the slight arch of her back pressing her more firmly into the chair as though she could retreat without actually moving.
then—
a quiet, breathy moan escapes mira’s lips.
IS IT ME OR YOU WHO'S YEARNING SO BADLY?
It happens so suddenly when her hand gently reaches for the back of your waist, a gesture so natural it feels as though it was always meant to be there. And like a cat longing for gentle caress, she leans in, her forehead brushing softly against yours.
Then her lips find yours. It’s not rushed or forceful—just a soft, lingering kiss.
But it makes you weak in the knees, your heart pounding uncontrollably. Whether it’s from the sudden affection or the way her strong arms lift you effortlessly, carrying you down to the familiar, soft couch where you two used to cuddle on—you can’t tell. But there’s no time to think when her gentle approach shifts into something different. Something that sends a numbing touch through your nerves.
Even the grace of her goldfish you take care for pales in comparison to the way her fingers move, tracing the soft dint of your back. Oh, how perfectly the shape of her fingertips fits into that dimple, as if they were made for it.
.
.
.
And then they fucked, the end.
BE KIND TO YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL.. OR NOT.
For as long as she could remember, Cinnabar had been a guardian angel, watching over countless souls throughout the ages. She'd seen it all—children with innocent dreams, elders with lives full of wisdom, lovers with stories both happy and tragic. She had been there through moments of triumph and despair, guiding, protecting, offering the solace that only an unseen presence could provide. Each life was a fleeting glimpse of the human experience, and she'd borne witness to more endings than she could count.
But this time…
Cinnabar's wings twitched, feathers ruffling as a flush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she desperately tried to calm the warmth pooling beneath her skin, but it was no use. Nothing in her celestial existence had prepared her for this—for someone like you.