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The nickname "pretty boy" belongs to our oc Braven cos he is absolutely the prettiest boy in the world. A horny brat who knows he's the prettiest person to ever exist

He truly looks like a twink but is actually bisexual and his love interest is the girlbossiest girlboss to ever girlboss

Also theyre pirates. And evil

- Izzy 💛

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ANOTHER COMMISSION BITCHES!!!!!!!!

Done by @d0rianw1lde

THE TWINSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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I just love the theme of our blog rn, I styled it this way to fit the vibes for the first book in the trilogy (A Song of Spirits)

It’s set in autumn and the vibes are so warm and welcoming

It’s a warm cup of tea, it’s a tarot spread with your favorite crystals, it’s a delivery crow carrying a secret letter from your sworn enemy, it’s having The Spirts support you as their beloved daughter while you start a passionate affair with said enemy. It’s breaking onto an enemy ship and getting kidnapped and tortured. It’s performing a seance in the middle of the night to commune with your goddess and having your current boyfriend tremble with fear by a vision he thought you saw.

You know. Real welcoming and cozy stuff ☺️♥️

-Grace ♥️

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REASONS TO FOLLOW OUR WIP BLOG:

The main characters are all evil and horny and we all know that tumblr loves evil horny hot characters

Fantasy,,,,,, but with the main setting being 1940s-themed fantasy?

Seven deadly sins!!!!!!!

PIRATES!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dark romance??? And dark fantasy??? Combined?????

EVIL FOUND FAMILY!!!! THEY WILL BE A FOUND FAMILY AND THEY'RE ALL EVIL AND IT'S DELICIOUS

Two writers,,,,,,,, double the slay

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I LOVE EVIL EVIL PIRATE OCS WHO LOVE AND HATE EACH OTHER AND HURT EACH OTHER AND KISS EACH OTHER AND MORE!!!!!!!!

if u like it. follow

-Izzy 💛

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It's interesting to co-write a story with someone because me and grace have very obvious writing styles, even when we do silly roleplay, so it'll be fun to watch the writing styles merge!!!

- Izzy 💛

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I wanna do a tag game for osas….. doesn’t matter what it is…… something that can be done when we only have 1k words and three pages written…….. if u even care……… pls I starve

-Grace ♥️

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a cereal killer? no they don't eat breakfast they're a regular killer

(about every oc)

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You WISH you were us!!!!! (so obsessed with our own ocs that we roleplay them writing letters to each other)

-Izzy 💛

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Of Sinners and Sims - Volume 3 *Spicy Edition - 18+*

Last Post

In a creaky little room, just above a little bar, two of the world's deadliest sins, Envy and Pride, slink away as raging lovers in the night. There, they hide, in the shadows of the blinds, as the city dances on without them. Soon, there are no words, only moans and their names in one another’s mouths while their bodies move as one.

Roleplay Snippet below the cut!!

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Another whine slipped from Katty's loose tongue. Her lips parted, jaw hung slack, while she panted like a dog. Thoughts were a desert for the waters of instinct to carve his name into her skin.

She reached back. Wrapping her arm around his neck, Katty guided his head to the crook of her own - the curve leading down to her shoulders. She kept one arm pressed against the wall, steadying herself as she peeled her weight from brick back to her own two feet. That endeavor, however, lasted only for as long as Braven's lips hovered just above her skin. As soon as Katty took her fingers to those raven black curls of his, his head fell, and his lips followed the groove of her skin: from ear to shoulder, and back again.

Katty stumbled. She fell back onto him, but the next thing she knew, she was pressed back against the wall in the same position they held before. Her fingers dug into stone, clutching the bricks with a tender fervor - as if they could replace the feel of his chest.

If Katty hadn't resembled a drunk woman before, she certainly did now.

All she could focus on was Braven.

His pulse ran through her blood, his breath ran hot against her neck. His hair tickled her neck, sending the best kind of chill to her spine.

His lips…

With her lily-white skin pricked by a rose, her body shook - trembling in his arms, with desire curling, writhing in her guts. Her eyes glazed over all they saw when they weren't batting like the wings of a still butterfly. Her breaths were thick and slow, in perfect contrast to her overworking heart.

"Braven..?" Katty half-moaned. "Please tell me… you want this… as much as I do."

Braven hummed, tasting her skin with his lips, pressing kisses and bruises to every spot he could reach. He nipped at the crook of her neck, leaning against her and pressing his hardening cock to her ass. "What do you think, Katalina?" he whispered.

His hands squeezed her hips, ready to tear way the fabric and reveal her to him in his entirety.

Nothing had ever tantalised him more.

"Fuck," he hissed, fingers sliding up under her shirt and grabbing at the soft, bare flesh below. "Fuck. This is a bad idea. I bad, fucking idea."

Braven nipped at her throat, one hand tangling in her hair whilst the other under her shirt.

"But I don't give a shit about that. I want you, Katalina. I fucking want you."

Katty came undone with his lips nipping sweetly at her neck. All her breaths turned into whines or moans - rarely were they breathy pants anymore. Far as she was concerned, Katty abandoned her sense of conscience the moment she pressed her lips to that bottle of wine at the bar - the fiend that started all this.

Though, was it really a fiend if it led her to this?

This was the place where primal urges - starvation and want - drove needy whines, and the dance between labor and reward colored all in an iridescent haze, where the slightest bit for friction felt so, so fucking good.

Katty had been here before, of course, but she couldn’t recall the last time the Spirits, and every worldly beast they watched over, seemed to sing all the while.

The night was alive.

With air simmering with fiery flames and the harmonies of lightning, stardust trickled down on Katty’s skin. Her heart flirted with the divine mutterings calling to her, and, if she strained her ears, she could almost decipher their words.

All is right. All is right.

All is right.

Katty bucked into Braven’s touch. She arched her back, allowing him full access to her chest, her hips… whatever part of her he fucking wanted. She rolled the shoulder above the tit he caressed, so that her shirt would shy away from her lacy bra strap.

Katty’s lips moved to the beat of words: I want, I want… yet she couldn’t squeeze any of them out. Her arms fled to his body. One buried itself in the forest of his curls while the other guided his hand back down her body, caressing every part of her figure.

The lace of her underwear was long since soaked, and her guts howled for any kind of friction they could get.

Only now could she summon the strength to form words, and she urged, “take me. Fuck, I’m… I’m yours.”

Katty trusted him. She trusted him with her weight as she gave him her body, moving her hips slowly against the tent in his pants.

Braven groaned, rutting his hips against her ass, his hardening cock begging to be thrust inside of her. He knew she was wet, fuck, he could almost taste it, could almost feel her swollen clit between his desperate teeth, tongue lapping up all that she had until she had come more times than she could count.

Fuck. Just the thought of it almost made him finish in his pants.

Braven grabbed Katty by the hips, spun her around, and pushed her against the wall. One hand of his was on her tit, squeezing and feeling the hard nipple below his tongue. And his lips met hers, devouring her hungrily. With his other hand, he slipped fingers under her waistband, and toyed with the lace of her panties.

"Fuck," he groaned, nipping at her lip. "You're mine, Katalina. You're fucking mine."

He kissed her hungrily, and slipped his hand around to squeeze her soft ass, slipping under the panties to do so.

"I'll take you right here if you beg for it."

Katty ignored his taunt, instead gripping his head with a wild fervor and smashing her desperate, needy lips to his. She kissed him with all the passion that brewed in her body: quick, hard, and rough. Saliva dripped from their lips in the few, rare cracks forged for air, before, like a moth to flame, they reunited.

Katty needed him. That's all she knew. She needed this man and she was his.

At last.

Katty burned. She quivered and trembled in the wake of desire. She gasped and she moaned, and she gripped the collar of Braven's shirt. Delicacy dressed her touch as she slipped her hand beneath it, feeling the grooves of his chest. Jewels and scars and muscles rolled beneath her fingertips. God, how Katty wanted his bare fucking chest over hers while he thrusted into her, each of them reveling in the mess they made of one another… She wanted it, she needed it more than air.

Between this and his hands, large and firm, squeezing both her assets with just the right about of force, Katty already squirted in the lace of her panties. Mindlessly, and with a moan, she rolled her hips against his dick.

Pleasure spiked through her. Teeth gnashed. Fingers turned to claws gripping Braven's shirt.

Braven groaned, his sounds mingling with the melodies of her pleasure, rolling through the cool night air as if nothing existed but the two of them, as if the world had faded away and all that remained was the Katty's cunt, waiting to be fucked and filled with cum. He bit her lip, and the moved to bite her neck, teeth grazing delicate skin that only had her trembling more.

And his hands slipped downwards once again, sliding under her trousers but over her panties and pressing against her clit, his fingers already soaked by how wet, how fucking wet, she was. And Braven chuckled against her.

"Already so fucking wet for me," he groaned. "Come on, tell me what you want me to do."

His breaths traced the lobe of her ear, his fingers pressing harder.

"Tell me how much you need me to ruin you."

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A SERIES OF VIBES FOR OUR WIP!!!!!!!!

- Izzy 💛

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Never be ashamed of roleplaying with your friends. Some people mock it but me and bestie grace have fun and it's turning into AN ACTUAL BOOK OMG YOULL LOVE IT FOLLOW FOR MORE!!!!!

- Izzy 💛

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okay but, our book's main ship is named "bratty" and thats a good summary of their dynamic

- Izzy 💛

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THE FIRST PART OF THE FIRST SCENE OF OSAS our wip IS WRITTEN IT IS THREE PAGES AND 800 WORDS

Now to write the rest of this giant scene...

-Grace ♥️

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Our OCS as irl Singers:

Who would the mcs of our novel be if they were singers or a band in our world?

Katty - Rose Betts + Caro Emerald (folksy songs with a heavy jazz influence)

Braven - Brendon Urie (a low voice singing mournful ballads or weaving stories through his music)

Delvan - The Cog Is Dead (steampunk vibe, factory songs with rhythmic machinery sounds )

Morannah - Ayesha Erotica + Lil Sis Nora (slutty dance music)

Amory - Fallout Boy (pop punk, alt, rock, songs with energy)

Osienna - Melanie Martinez (mature themes hidden behind a whimsical aesthetic)

Flint - no singer, only static humming from a long-forgotten radio

-Grace ♥️