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Toobo

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Hi, Toobo here o/ Discord: https://discord.gg/ZrQnj3B4sm YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@Toobo89

2019-11-18 JoinedGlobal
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All the Threads That Lead to Death

Iona Vale died—as a human. On a rain-soaked road, the beautiful and terrifying goddess Mary Noel offered her another life. All Iona had to do was make one promise. Find something worth living for. Reborn with a thread around her soul, Iona now walks between the present and the Dream of the Future—a silent, post-apocalyptic world where humanity has vanished into eternal nothingness. Iona has no desire to prevent that future. To her, humans are cruel, corrupt creatures undeserving of tomorrow. But Mary is fading. So Iona hunts. For the goddess she worships, she takes souls from the present and carries them into the ruined world of her dreams—an offering, a congregation, a kingdom raised from the ashes of mankind. Iona would gladly become Mary’s apostle, her monster, her beloved—anything, as long as it keeps her goddess alive. Then she meets Katie—a quiet, tormented young woman whose stubborn will to survive awakens something Iona thought she had left behind on that rain-soaked road. For the first time since her death, Iona has found a human she cannot bear to lose. As rival gods tighten their threads and Mary’s promised apocalypse draws near, Iona must learn what love truly demands—devotion, possession, sacrifice, or betrayal. To save the goddess who gave her a second life, she may have to destroy the woman who finally gave that life meaning. "All the Threads That Lead to Death" is a dark yuri urban fantasy about divine obsession, human attachment, and the terrible things people do in the name of love.

Toobo · LGBT+
16 Chs

Miho the Killer

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t. Discord: https://discord.gg/ZrQnj3B4sm

Toobo · LGBT+
99 Chs