Hi! My name is Cinny. I am a little woman who loves books, anime, manga, and video games. I enjoy 18+ content and like being part of multiple fandoms because there are too many great things to love. If I have yet to meet you, then I look forward to nerding out with you. If I spam your feed with randomness, I apologize in advance lol 🖤
Ships I’m following are: - TGCF (Hualian). - MDZS (wangxian). - BSD (SKK) - Orufrey (WHA)
(Other things about me: I speak English and Spanish. My favorite fruit is an apple. I like baking, but not really cooking. I don't have a taste in music. My music selection can range from old school R&B to hip hop to pop to rock to Spanish music. I just learned the meaning of 6-7. I have an existential crisis every day because why else are we on this earth if not to wonder why? Oh, and I have 2 cats and a pug.)
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I write fanfiction during my downtime. I like to write mostly fairytales and fantasy AUs because I love the spins of fairytale tropes with our favorite blorbos in them. I do love writing wholesome content, but you may occasionally find yourself clutching your pearls and seeing some nsfw/suggestive content here and there. Please avert your eyes if you are a minor and heed all warnings/tags in place. I do like to share wips of my writing, so if I have readers following, there is the potential to see future work spoilers.
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You called, and the first has answered. Consider this your prompt—1 of 3.
"You don't think I deserve him."
Do keep your wits about you, won’t you? The next two never arrive kindly. ♟️🕯️
Dearest Ghost,
It's been a while, hasn't it? Tumblr, oh so kindly, reminded me that your asks remain in my inbox, and, well, a quick passing glance at your prompt renewed my inspiration. I wondered what I would make of this prompt for a while, but now that I think about it, I know exactly what it wants. And so, my dearest Ghost, are you ready to venture into dangerous territory? Don't let fear rattle your bones.
Darling, Some Things Are Meant To Be (Snow White Daza x Prince Chuuya), 592 words. (t/w: physical abuse, psychological abuse, toxic controlling parent). Proceed with caution.
Mother Knows Best
“Oh, but you thought you could have it all, didn’t you?” She laughed. She cackled hard into the broken mirror, a chill running down his spine as he took shaky breaths to steady his rattling heart.
His head remained bowed, fists balling the fabric of his tattered, dirty dress. The stone floor beneath him dug into his knees, and he wanted to lift his hands to his ears to shield himself from her mockery resonating in his skull. But even as he closed his eyes tightly, shoulders tensed, she was still there. The image behind his lids. It took everything to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
He opened his eyes instead, gaze entranced by the cracks that crept out from beneath his dress, ignoring the polished maroon heels that had made their way into his vision. Long nails pulled his head back, and with a groan, he clenched his fists tighter into his dress, a gulp as he met the gaze of his hateful mother.
“You thought you could dangle your happiness in front of me? Flaunt the happy ending I always wanted?”
“You… don’t think I deserve him…,” Dazai manages through pants of pain.
“I know you don’t deserve him! Look at you,” she sneers, forcefully shoving him back, his shoulder connecting with the floor first, with another groan. “You are nothing but dirt beneath everyone’s feet. Nothing but rags. To think Guivre would smile down on someone like you. Bestow great fate upon you, HA! The fairest of them all? You’re a carpet to be walked on, and don’t you dare look at me like that! You disgusting creature!” She screams, raising a hand in the air, and Dazai knows better. He closes his eyes, an involuntary whimper as he anticipates the strike of a hand as quick as a snake. But it never comes. Instead, it’s her laugh again.
"Come now, dear. You don’t really think I would punish you,” she coos sweetly, and Dazai wants to cry. He hates this. The violence of a predator, but the cooing of a mother lost, and Dazai wanted to wrap her in his arms. To be embraced.
Her arms wrap around him, and the same fingers that pulled at his hair stroke softly through his sweaty curls, and he whimpers. He holds her close, forehead pressed into her shoulder as he shakes. Inhaling her perfume, he almost forgets the iced floor, her body shielding the ugly cracks beneath. He focuses instead on the fingers that soothe his conflicted feelings through confusion, sadness, and weakness. Oh, how he hates this so much, and his tears spill.
“There, there, dear. There, there. We wouldn’t want your dearly beloved prince to see you like this.” Droplets fall harder, as her words squeeze his heart into a deep constriction, and he forgets how to breathe.
Chuuya.
“Your prince has sent word that he’d like to see you again, my dear. Oh, but if only he knew you don’t want to see him again.”
No.
Dazai shakes his head as panic sets in beneath his skin, goosebumps rising on the hair on his arms. No, he does want to see Chuuya again. He wants Chuuya to come for him. He wants Chuuya to take him away. He wants to be in his love’s arms.
Mother, please. No. Please let me see him again. Mother, I –
“Good, dear. Good. You don’t ever have to see him again. I’ll let my mercenaries know. It’s okay, my dear. Everything will be alright. After all, mother knows best.”
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You've never heard of the old legend? It was once said that when the gods created the earth, the moon fell in love with Earth’s tidepools. Small craters with sea stars and creatures in their deep watery vastness. Little imperfections on earth that the moon found perfect.
And when Moon told Gods that earth was beautiful, the gods covered the earth in a mirror, so earth can see their beauty reflected in the sky everytime they open their eyes with the sunrise. And that's why the sky is blue.
CINNYYY WHAT DO WE THINK ABOUT WAN SEASON 2 ARE WE EXCITED IM SO EXCITED OH MY GOD I CANT WAIT ARE YOU GONNA WATCH ITNIM WATCHING IT AHSHDIJBRHDH SO BAOTJJOY!!!
Oh my gosh, I'm so excited!!! IM SO EXCITED!!!! IM WATCHING IT!!! I don't know when it's dropping BUT IM THERE, IM HOME I WANT TO SEE THEM I MISS THEM!!!
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I would like to begin with wishing our dearest mackerel with a very happy birthday — Happy Birthday Dazai Osamu!
And with that, hello and welcome to artist sign-ups for the Skk Big Bang event! (Finally, whew)
This is @wandering-tides along with @apatheticanvas91305 & @whathorselegs, and we'll be your host for this event!
Sign ups are open till June 30.
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You may check out the summary document here.
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷
What’s a Bang again?
A Bang is a type of fan challenge in which writers and artists work together to produce new collaborative content for the fandom. In a normal bang, like this, the writer signs up first and submits a summary of their idea, and then the artist claims the person they want to create for based on the summaries provided.
The theme for this years Bang is Angst/Whump - which is completely optional.
This event is open to all creators of all abilities, in any stage of their fandom journey – a fun opportunity for the Skk nation to come together and celebrate the various relationships between Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu in all its variations.
omggggg CINNNYYYYY!!! I just saw you on my dash it’s so good to see you!!!! I hope you’ve been well and life has been treating you kindly!!
Moments! Momo! Ah, I miss you (❁´◡`❁). It's so good to see you!
Thank you for your kind message! Life has been up and down for a while, a little more down stonks this year, as I crawled out of my trenches, but I think they are turning around now that we're in June. I've been around; here, there, and in my backyard mostly finding inspiration, lol. Written a few new things, waiting for WAN 2 to come for us in July so there's more BSD to talk about. I'm excited for that!
How have you been? How are things going for you? I hope you're enjoying your summer. Stay safe out there!
For the first time in so long, I have a WIP Wednesday! I'm on TIME!
This wip snip is for a hybrid catzai testing Chuuya's patience fic because we don't have enough hybrid catzai fics out there in the AO3 wild. We need more catzai. 👀
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Oh my gosh, hi hi Malaika :3 thank you for thinking of me! Goodness, pick five fics. I'm assuming they need to be completed? I'll list those ones along with their summary!
Temporary Bliss, rated: E, maid chuuya and port mafia dazai, 18 skk, 13k words
After working so hard for three years, Chuuya thought he would never find himself in another maid outfit again. Still, here he was—a white ruffle headband in his copper locks and a laced off-the-shoulder crinkled crop top that exposed the peppered freckles on his skin. Around his hips was a short black frilly skirt with an ivory apron attached that stopped at the upper portion of his thighs, the material swaying with his movements, teasing the hungry stares of those who had the blessing to witness his body. The lacy sheer stockings he wore hugged the curvature of his toned legs and contrasted beautifully with the polished black heels that signaled his walk of shame with every step he took.
It was so embarrassing, and honestly, way too early in the morning to deal with this shit.
Nothing Like Your Touch, rated: E, skk, rockstar Chuuya and Guitarist Dazai, 6k words
“Are you in my apartment, asshole?”
“Oh wow, Chuuya! That was quick. Your slug brain is keeping up!” Dazai giggles. “Don’t blame me. Blame your security. It’s so easy to convince them that I’m still part of your band with a counterfeit badge.”
“You really need to stop doing that. You were a temporary,” Chuuya grumbles with a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose. “What are you doing there anyway?”
A laugh and then once again, the phone is fumbled, as if placed away from them, as Dazai’s voice sounds a little further away. “What am I doing? Well, I said I was going to paint you a picture, but I also needed to hear the sound of your voice to do it.”
“Chuuya…” Dazai’s voice lowers, and a moan escapes his lips through the line. Just the sound of his name on Dazai’s lips, laced in lust and honey, gets Chuuya’s adrenaline pumping again. The scream of his fans has nothing against Dazai’s breathy moans.
“You better not make a mess on my bed without me there.”
A Tale of a Tail, rated: M, skk, warlock dazai and red mage chuuya, 12k words
Requirements?
A hand comes to his chin, and he hums thoughtfully. Surely, he could do it. It didn't seem all that complicated. If the “requirement” were self-imposed, then that means only Dazai would know the key to return to being human. So, technically, he can make the requirement something entirely easy, and he’d return to himself in no time.
An idea lights up in his mind, and a slow grin creeps on his lips. The little tickle in his stomach suddenly makes him giddy. The sparkle in his eye told him that he had just found his entertainment for the rest of the day. He surely had too much time on his hands. And this just gave him more of an excuse to annoy a certain raging redhead, and they’d be none the wiser. No one would know. He’d be able to deny all of it and say it wasn't him.
Dazai starts to chuckle like a gremlin in the dark.
On The Pier of Yokohama, rated: M, skk, mermaid chuuya, and captain dazai, 8k
If he had to describe what he was looking for, it would be a lighthouse for himself. Hence, he decided this would be the location for his final goodbye to a world that did not need him and that he felt he was not made for. He was a failed barge at sea that could not steer clear at the young age of thirteen. There was no light to follow, no captain behind his ship.
He knew it would be painful to drown, to hit the stone as the waves break, thrashing his body around, and to be eaten by ocean life. He thought of a million scenarios in his head of the pain he would feel by following through with this decision and why he shouldn’t do it, but not one of those thoughts screamed at him loud enough to stop his body from inching toward the ledge.
In his final moments, he recalls how the storm's flashes filtered through the water in photographic snaps, with a figure reaching out for him from above. He watched as the shadowy figure swam quickly against the current. It was as powerful a sight as the outside tempest: faint images of fiery red and wide, panicked blue eyes holding him close.
A small smile parts his lips to reassure the other with a thank you, and the world around him suddenly falls quiet…
City of Sand Castles, rated: G, kids skk becoming friends through play, 4k words
Chuuya crawls to the sliding tube tunnel and motions for Dazai to follow him. Dazai gulps, looking at the slide again, his head starting to shake ‘no’, but stops when Chuuya sits first, then tells Dazai to sit behind him with a pat on the plastic. “Come on, you can hug me if you want. We can pretend to ride a motorcycle.”
“A motorcycle?”
“Yeah, look. I’ll show you!”
So, he does. Dazai’s curiosity outweighed his nervousness, and soon, he found himself sitting behind Chuuya and wrapping his little arms around his tummy. He wanted to use his hands to hold Claude, but he feared letting go of Chuuya, so he again put Claude in his lap, sandwiched between them.
“Hold tight! Let’s start ‘er up!” Chuuya smirked back at Dazai and pretended to ignite his motorcycle, revving the engine with his little fists. The wind tunnels up the tube again, and Dazai feels like he’s riding a bike. He giggles this time, and Chuuya then asks, “You ready?”
Dazai beams back and says, “Yep!” Chuuya grins and pushes forward, then they both go down the slide with big grins and cheers.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2, completed
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Rating: Explicit, GDOV
Series: Part 1 of Of Polished Black Shoes and Ivory Frills
Summary:
“What if… we made a deal,” he speaks lowly, his knee brushing against Dazai's leg—a gentle nudge to test the waters of proximity.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…but I’m listening.”
Dazai cocks his head to the side, elbow against his desk, propping his head on a hand to offer Chuuya his undivided attention. He wore that devilishly taunting smirk that made Chuuya's heart pound every time he saw it, and the twinkle in his eye told Chuuya he was right where Dazai wanted him. Chuuya inhales slowly to keep his nerves steady, gripping the desk to anchor himself. He needed control. He needed this to be over. His gaze lowers to the floor as heat rises up his neck.
"If… If you don't send the pictures to anyone, I'll give you myself—just this one time. Just once! We'll call it even. No more maid duty. No more blackmail. We call it here. You got that?"
God, was it harder to say out loud than in his mind. He slowly lifts his gaze from the floor to judge Dazai’s expression. Dazai chuckles softly, and after a moment, he lifts a hand for Chuuya to take, seemingly making up his mind.
"Deal. Don't let it be said that I'm not a good partner."
