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WARNING: Owner is an adult and posts random thoughts so BEWARE of adult content and spoilers. tag #n sfw Into Jojo part 5 Golden Wind at the moment (You can send requests or honestly anything. I'm a writer and artist. I will vibe with you.)

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🤩Masterlist🤩

General tags: ask, answer, my post, my thoughts, my drawing, n sfw

🌈AU🌈

Monster lab au💯 NSFW

Hunger games au💯

Gun n rose au🔫

Noir au🔫

Happy farm au✨🍇🍷

Poly la squadra x reader au💕

Classic monster au⚔️

Masked Demon AU 😈

💖My ocs💖

Dolcetto​ -​ the margenta haired waitress and singer

Durante -​ the green haired low-ranked member of another mafia family

Morelli -​ the head of another mafia family

Barolo -​ Dolcetto's brother

Rosso -​ Dolcetto's brother

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Happy pride month!

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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Bad news: I have things to do. My laptop has been broken. Can't write Wildest Dreams

Good news: Original Work ideas go brrrrrr. Brain juice spinning. I'm ITCHING to rant.

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Are you okay?

Thank you for checking in ☺️. I was just rambling. I will be alright.

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'Kidnapping' (Sorlato x Reader) - Reupload

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Fandom: JJBA Part 5 Pairing: Sorlato x Reader Reader: GN Length: ~2.0k | Poly Drabble Set Warnings: Jokes about Kidnapping

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A lazy afternoon with Gelato and Sorbet turns into an impromptu getaway with quiet conversations, old hideouts, and the unspoken understanding that comes from staying too close to dangerous people for too long.

Part of my collection of Poly!La Squadra x Reader stories.

Banner Art by ちゃー子 on X

You perched yourself on the armrest of the loveseat, reading over Melone’s shoulder with a bored indulgence. The fabric scratched faintly through your clothes, and the armrest creaked every time you shifted, protesting your balance. You knew very little about the different star signs and blood types and their effect on Babyface but listened curiously anyway, nodding with slow understanding as he tried to explain. It was difficult to understand the nuances of his stand but though you struggled, he was always patient.

However, this warm afternoon, you wouldn’t have much time to learn before you found yourself swept from your seat. Gelato held you up bridal style, the biggest smile stretching across his face. His blond hair, scruffy as ever, fell into his face. The dark bags under his eyes were, thankfully, the only injuries he’d carried back from the job.

“Look what I just found! It’s been so long that I don’t think I remember who you are anymore. Oh, oops. There goes your name. It just fell out of my head.”

You laughed and shifted, draping your arms over his shoulders. “If I don’t know who you are, this is a form of kidnapping, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, it definitely is,” Gelato said with a grin you could describe as bordering on manic. “Don’t even bother struggling. It’s completely futile.”

You smiled back and tilted your head to the side to bid Melone a quick goodbye as you were carried toward the front door. Melone didn’t even look up at first. He only lifted a hand in a lazy, dismissive wave like he’d seen stranger things than a cheerful abduction. Sorbet stood outside their shared car, his expression impassive as ever and his sunglasses pressed high on his face. The sunlight was blinding. You squinted against it and wondered if you were actually being taken somewhere. It surely felt that way.

“I’m being kidnapped,” you complained once you were brought close enough to Sorbet.

He chuckled and stepped away from the front door, made his way to the trunk and popped it open without a word.

Gelato wheezed with laughter and almost dropped you. You tightened your hold around his neck and tried not to fall while you stared, unimpressed, at Sorbet.

“We don’t keep kidnapped people in the backseat,” he said, his voice cool like he was reciting a rule everyone should’ve known.

Gelato grinned at you and popped you down in the trunk. You considered hopping out but it wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, their car had plenty of space to carry weapons around normally so you could fit with relative ease.

Sorbet continued to hold the trunk open to allow you out but you stared up at him, ever defiant.

“Well? Where are we heading?”

Gelato cackled. “Nowhere far. You staying in there, then?”

“It’s comfortable.” You shifted to prove your point, making a show of settling in like you belonged there.

You were on your phone for most of it. Whoever was driving was careful not to take any sharp turns which you appreciated. The trunk was a little claustrophobic but you actually noticed there were airholes drilled into it from the sides and well, you didn’t want to think about why but you appreciated it. Light threaded through the tiny holes in faint dotted lines, wobbling across your hands every time the car vibrated.

Either way, it was nicer than being shrunk down and riding around on the dashboard like Formaggio liked to do to you.

The car rolled to a stop about ten minutes later and when the trunk opened, you winced against the light. It felt like the sun had only gotten harsher since you’d last seen it.

“We didn’t think this through very well,” Sorbet commented as he stared down at you. “We passed law enforcement on the way over. Would have been interesting to explain if they noticed.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just tell them it’s a kink thing and they’re interrupting,” you joked. “That’s what I did the other day with Melone. Made them super awkward.”

“That’s an awful idea,” he said but he offered his hand to help you out. His palm was cool when your fingers met it, a firm grip that pulled you upright like it was nothing.

You’d missed the two of them. They rarely separated from one another, having been together for far longer than anybody else. Most jobs saw them both missing for the full length and you often missed them greatly, made all the worse by how they didn’t really enjoy large groups for the first few weeks after they returned.

You stretched and draped your arms over Gelato’s shoulders with little hesitation, smiling up at him with doe eyes. “So, where have I been kidnapped to?”

He grinned, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. “If I told you that, I wouldn’t be very good at this whole hostage thing, would I? Part of it is making sure you don’t know how to run away.”

You looked around, sure you might be able to tell where you were but despite not driving for very long, your environment didn’t seem in the least bit familiar.

This part of town wasn’t nearly as built-up as the industrial area you were used to, more small and sparse buildings with empty yards and rusted machinery. The chain-link fences had seen better days. Weeds pushed through cracks in the concrete with quiet determination, and somewhere a loose sign tapped against its post in the breeze. Faintly, you could hear waves crashing against the beach and a child squealing in excitement. If you did need to escape, you truly had no idea where you’d go.

Thankfully, you were very safe.

“Abandoned warehouses?” you asked.

“They’re just the best.”

It wasn’t truly a warehouse though you had no idea what it truly was because even as Sorbet pushed open a nearby door, you found no hints to your location. Everything had been gutted from within and it looked mostly empty. None of the lights turned on and graffiti littered the interior though from the dust, few had set foot in the main rooms for many years.

Gelato bounded up creaking stairs that made your hair stand on end but eventually you reached an upstairs room with a chain lock and boards across the entrance that Sorbet pushed away with ease.

It was a small space inside. Oil lamps sat on the shelves and rays streamed through a floor to ceiling window with views of the ocean. The style suggested it had been built many years ago and the wood rot suggested it hadn’t been properly treated in a long time. But there were pillows and blankets in the corners and a comfortable couch.

You recognised a hideout well enough by now but few had such a nice view.

Gelato sprawled out on the floor like a cat in the sun and you wasted no time in joining him, dropping down to steal a pillow before you basked in the rays. Dust motes drifted lazily above you, spinning in the light like they had nowhere better to be.

Sorbet took a seat on the couch, his gaze out the window and onto the ocean beyond. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and then did nothing else.

“You guys really do have these places all over the city,” you commented as you lay on your stomach with Gelato’s arm resting over your back.

“Of course. We all need places to lay low in case,” Sorbet said, his voice low and quiet. “You’re now the only one who knows about this specific location. Everybody knows about one or two but there’s no mixing. That way, we always know who to blame if an area becomes compromised.”

The slight threat hung in the air but you smiled to chase it off. “So paranoid.”

Gelato played with a few strands of your hair. “No paranoid, just cautious. You can never fully trust somebody in this line of work.”

“But I don’t work with you.”

His eyes glinted with excitement. “I know. That’s the fun part.”

Sorbet’s touch startled you. You hadn’t heard him move but even in the few seconds it took you to look at Gelato, he’d sat beside you; his fingers grazing your cheek. “You’ve been around this group for far too long to be so comfortable in this situation.”

“And I plan on being around for a lot longer,” you said as you leaned into the touch.

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “That’s a very bad decision but hardly one I have room to criticise you on. I made the same one many years ago when I first met Gelato and found myself joining this organisation.”

“I have plans to work for Passione,” you said though the words were sour.

You’d never worked for the gang and none outside of the assassins knew you existed and yet… should somebody find out. Should somebody be in the wrong place at the wrong time, you may not have a choice if you wanted to keep your heart beating. It was a thought you despised and one that had kept you up many nights.

Still, you pushed it away before it could ruin your relaxation under the sun. Gelato ran his fingers through your hair, twirling the strands between his fingers. The ocean was loud, the warmth was honest, and Gelato’s fingers in your hair were steady.

“It’s a good thing we’ve gotten much better at keeping things under wraps then,” he said. “Still, if you do end up joining, maybe I can tell you more about where I was before I got involved with this silly job.”

“The part where you were in the military, the part where you were arrested or…”

He laughed and gave a strand of your hair a small tug, pulling you to face him so he could kiss your cheek. “Who told you all that, hm?”

“You have,” you reminded him. “Every time you have a sip of wine and forget that you want to be secretive.”

“Unfortunately correct,” Sorbet hummed. “You do get a rather loose tongue when you’re around alcohol dear.”

“That’s why I don’t drink it when working.”

You tilted your head back to look at Sorbet whose expression remained impassive. “What about you?” you asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever learned how you started in Passione.”

“It was so boring it’s erased itself from my memory,” Sorbet mused.

“Accountant to assassin?”

“Something like that.”

You had asked many times in a bid to learn more about Sorbet but he would rarely give any information about his life before Passione. You knew small bits that you’d managed to gather from the others but never from the man himself. The most he’d shared was a passing phrase about how his first job involved a shootout in a casino.

Curious but knowing you’d get nowhere, you asked about the job they’d just returned from and Gelato eagerly launched into an excited retelling about everything that had happened since they made their way out. Sparing details had never been in his nature. He used his hands when he spoke, painting the air with gestures too big and too animated, like he could scare off the memory by making it ridiculous.

You allowed your eyes to close and let his words wash over you, pleased to be with them once more.

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Happy New Year

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Now I know why my fic isn't that well received. La Squadra x reader? Nice. Smut? Nice. GOSH THE ANGST. BACK PEDAL. BANK PEDAL. EMOTIONAL TORTURE.

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My mind: think of that scene, that scene, and that scene

My brain: Those are.....10+ chapters from the current one

Me: Don't remind me. Ugh until then I'm stuck with you

Melone: Di Molto👅

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Hello 👋 I'm good, mostly. Thank you for checking in.

Though I'm not sure when I will be ready to write the next chapter. Lately I notice that my emotional threshold is lower. I can't stand even a bit of dark elements. I bought a ton of cozy books but they came with minor dark elements, and I went "Nu uh. I can't stomach it"

And Widest Dream is for those with strong stomachs XD. Jokes on me. I can't jump to fluff moments.

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LA SQUADRA SHITPOST

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Thank you so much anon. Extra appreciation on my bad day 🙏

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*In the middle of pouring questionable potions into a cauldron* Oh. OH. *cover the cauldron* Haha. Glad to hear you find the smell good. *hide an angst potion*

Yeah, I planned to show how they behave around each other. They're a group of hardened asassins so I don't think they're that lovey dovey. But they're all they have yknow.

Sorbet and Gelato UGH. These two are making me pull my hair. But they're their own content warning. We know what we signed up for 😭😭😭.

In my opinion, my fanfiction being treated like a book is actually flattering. I'm an author at heart and I love when people comment how much they love my fic. Those who take extra time to review and give feedback? Respect.

Thank you for always wishing me well! May the blessing return tenfold!

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less bothered yay

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Hello, Anon. Thank you for your kind words. If you mean the constructive criticism comment, I don't find them rude and condescending at all. They didn't try to tear me down and I can feel their words are filled with care. If they didn't care, they could have just closed the tab and disappeared. But they took their time to write basically an essay for me. For a fanfiction? That's huge. I understand their point too because I have dabbled with heavy topics which are sensitive. I didn’t mean to make the scene romantic. But since it's x reader fic, it might cause confusion. I didn’t approve of what they did.

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Hello anon! Thank you for dropping by. I'm glad to hear that you enjoy their POV. Like I said, I tried to limit our POV for suspension but from now on, we gotta see more about them!

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Hello dear anon, waking up to your message is such a delight 🥰. My lifespan is extended.

Where do I even begin? Wildest Dream is my pride and joy. The fact that you like it so much you want to send me a message? The fact you read it in less than two days? My goodness. I can't stop smiling ☺️☺️. Oh, please send your friend my regards ❤️. Thank you both of you for enjoying my fic so so much.

I'm so glad that you like Illuso's design the most! He's the one who gave me a headache the most 😅. This man is just so dramatic I need to give him a whole makeover. But drawing them was so fun! There were old drafts of them in full body clothes but I can't post them yet due to spoilers 🤫

Warning: mention of mental issues and suicidal thoughts

I do do do want to continue the story. As I said, it's my pride and joy and unironically one of the threads holding me to this world. This year feels like my dark era😢. In dark time, my thoughts went "I haven't finished my fics yet" "I gotta finish my tbr." I almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but they really saved me. The irony is I have had hard times reading and writing and drawing. Growing up, I love reading writing drawing. They're not just hobbies but part of me. But now reading feels like a chore or at worst feels like I'm wrestling myself. I just can't focus. It's not just a slump, it's like my creativity and my brain are dead. They just don't function like they used to. I was so stressed over it for months now. Combined with my other life problems, I decided to take therapy, something I should have done much sooner. I hope things will get better soon, but I remind myself to be patient 😇. My trauma isn't built in a day, so I shouldn't rush healing. (I need to come back to this message on my bad days).

Again, thank you for your kind message. It resurrected something inside me. Indeed.

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Hello dear anon💖

I haven't been active on this blog for a while. So glad to see that some people still enjoy the content here! Thank you for your kind words. I need it. 😊