Your tail flicks behind you and you stepped out of the pool, droplets fall from your silver mask and onto the floor, creating a small puddle underneath you. You turn your attention to look at the three people that are seated on a higher platform. Sister imperator on the left, Papa Nihil on the right. And 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 in the middle, you bow towards them as a greeting, hiding the urge to shiver at the cold air hitting against your soaked body. Or was it under the cardinal's stare that filled with curiosity? A fellow sister of sin walks over and passes you a white towel and started wiping the floor that you have accidentally spilled onto. As she finishes, she bows nervously to the three higher up and turned towards you for the towel. Before you do, you gave her a bow as gratitude. She looks surprised as she smiles at you, waving her hand as she spoke. "No worries! You're on a higher title than me, so there's no need to bow." You frowned behind the mask, your tail tapping against the tiled floor in disapproval. She giggles as she opened her palm in front of you, signalling for the towel. You shook your head as you handed her the silver stained cloth to the sister, wondering if it's washable. The cardinal smiles at the sight, it looked like the sister of sin is asking her pet animal for a handshake. However it was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. The owner of the voice stood up and walks over to you. The sister of sin bows her head, "Good day sister imperator!" Before scurrying away, you bow towards sister imperator as she nods her head at you. Grabbing your clawed hands as she clasps them together, like a praying pose. But with her hands over yours. She muttered in a unfamiliar language as she spoke a blessing before opening her eyes. Sister imperator gestures you towards the crown of brothers and sisters, "All hail the new ghoul assistant of the church, . . . Mercury." 20th of Oct 2022

In your imagination you would have expected to find him with his traditional corpse paint, almost forgetting that he hadn't been Pope for years; what you were confronted with, instead, was a simple man, tired and in his most vulnerable moment. Yet there is still a dormant beauty in his timeworn features, and you remember what one of the senior Sisters had told you about him: at first, you might think you can't stand him or don't like him at all, but that man is dangerous. He always finds a way. Or: Terzo Emeritus is temporarily forced on wheelchair and crutches due to a knee injury. You have to take care of him and his house for a month and a half. Nothing you haven't done before, you'd think. Well, think again.

Calliope had been working at the church's funeral home for ages, her day consisting of the same routine day in and day out. She was an unwilling member of the clergy, not because she disagreed with their beliefs, but rather because she didn't have a say in joining in the first place. She prayed for change, she couldn't live a structured life anymore, knowing every day would be the same as the last. [ᴘᴀᴘᴀ ᴇᴍᴇʀɪᴛᴜꜱ ɪɪɪ x ᴏᴄ]

Born from a single breath of Ra's life, the daughter of the moon was born on earth. In the deep deserts of Egypt, where we our story takes place, where deep love and deep hatred still cuts. ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ He dropped his hand, his eyes filled with sorrow. "What do you want me to do?" She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Let me go. Just let me disappear." "Please," he whispered, voice breaking. "I can't lose you." She opened her eyes, her voice a haunting whisper. "You already have." -⁠☆He was lost to her, just like her freedom, just like her sanity. The ring on her finger, once was a token of his love, now felt like a shackle. Disclaimer 1: I do NOT own Ennead, the characters or the plot. All the rights belong to the original author (Mojito) Disclaimer 2: Cover does NOT belong to me Disclaimer 3: English is NOT my first language

You, ghost and koing were stuck in a glass container, all three of you pressed up against eachother. You were in the middle of them both with ghost behind you pressing against your back, and koing In front of you leaving the tinniest space between you with them both looking down at you.. What..? You said looking at the floor You Also worked for Tf 141(you pick what you do in tf 141) +18

You grew up in a small European village, and after being gone for five years, you return with your fiancé. At this point, however, it seems that Mother Miranda is running out of test subjects, and decides to use you for her next experiment. When things don't go as planned, you suddenly find yourself unable to leave the village, and with a new (unwanted) job... #4 in Heisenberg

an art student is taking a trip to a village at the outskirts of town for ideas on your new piece of work. Upon arriving the villagers aren't that fond with you, you thought it was a good idea to enter the factory that was quite the distance from the village, oh boy you were wrong. Karl would be quite rough with the reader hes not lovey and is quite abusive. Cover art by @woodywoodchopper (NON-CON)elements! gore

Y/N is a habitant of biohazard village, born and raised there. But unfortunately Y/M'a mother died while giving birth to her. It was just her and her father, the towns blacksmith. When Y/N and her father were going though troubles, Y/N went to desperate mesures to make sure her father was happy. But it all backfired when she realized that she really shouldn't have gotten involved with the monster' Karl Heisenberg, the iron steed. P.S: this story was made with the pronouns she/her, if anyone identifying as other genders would like to read this story you might have to change the words as you read the story, very sorry (LEMON)

M/n the god of beauty and youngest child of Geb (God of the earth) and Nut (God of the sky). However being blinded by jealousy Ra (Sun god) cursed the youngest child, as punishment to Geb and Nut. Now M/n fights to escape people that are obsessed with his beauty and want to claim him. Meanwhile also trying to stop the war between his family. Can M/n save his family from themselves? Or will the curse cause him to fail and end up broken?

"we'll take care of this, that like it or not". His big black eyes stared at me, his mouth half closed, his tongue slightly out of his mouth, all of which gave me a strange feeling of deja vu, as if it had already happened... Banban freed himself from my grip and looking at me he said "o-ok, later we will take care of this love", "what did you call me?" I know it may seem strange, but this is a REAL fanfiction about Banban, I started writing it as a joke but I became fond of the plot. For anyone who wants to read it, don't judge my book by the first chapters, the more you read the more interested you will be in the plot, I promise.🫶 I'm Italian, English is not my first language so be kind please????