#lustful dealings

[sinfulzones]

Continued from X @atangledesire

"I see no reason why it can't be both. I'm sure you agree nothing beats seeing the real thing after all." Breeize wasn't even trying to hide it, though it's not like anyone of the crew was either. Well, expect the one taking the photos, though supposed they were more than likely numb to such things.

"Well, maybe we can re-work your contract so you'll leave with more of a cut from the profits in exchange for a private show. Currently it's fifty-fifty, though I suppose I'd be willing to give you an extra five percent." Breezie normally never went half on the profits, though Wave was a tough nut and knew what she was doing when the first worked out the contract for this photo shoot.

[popfizzles]

Some concepts for the missing bad-ending sins? I will probably do some tweaks here and there, BUT the ideas are now on paper :) yay!

Some notes under the cut:

Greed and Envy are full time repossession men. Sometimes they do some work here and there around the Casino (like bouncing, or working certain tables), but their main job is to go around and rough up toons whose souls are overdue.

Gluttony probably works with the Tipsy Troop around the kitchen/bar. Gluttony is all about indulgence, and you better believe that the food in Inkwell Hell is going to be SO GOOD.

Sloth sorta just lazes around all over the casino. She looks cute, what more do you want from her?? Patrons buy them drinks, spend more money, and Sloth is too relaxed to really care either way. 😌

Wrath works behind the scenes, in research and development regarding souls. However, most of their "work" is just a lot of torture and pent up rage under the guise of science. Oops.

Lust is a lot like Sloth. Customers buy her drinks and spend more for her, but she's a lot more animated about it! But, she can come off as too much, and very overwhelming, especially when compared to Sloth.

Pride is in training directly under King Dice to be a manager. Very clean and put-together, the neatest sin. Will turn their nose up to regular patrons attempting to speak with them, and will be short with other employees.

[sinfulzones]

It wasn't often someone like Sonic would enter her lovely casino city, though it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Breezie. So much so that the hedgehog had persistently asked the other hedgehog for a private meeting which finally paid off. That said, she forgot just how fast he could move and had beaten her to his office which she discovered by entering and seeing him there. Though she had yet to be notice, and that gave her an idea. That idea was getting a handful of heroic hedgehog ass.

Breezie couldn't help but laugh lightly at Sonic's reaction, taking a moment to calm herself down. "Forgive me, though how could I resist not getting a good handful of your ass. After all, you're the famous Sonic, and I doubt I'd ever get the chance again," the hedgehog said as she walked past him to her desk. She walked around sat down in her chair, then motioned for the other hedgehog to sit in the chair across from her.

"So, tell me what brings you to my Casino City Sonic? I surely hope it isn't because the world is ending again as I doubt I could profit as well as I did the last time." Breezie was still a bit at odd with the Freedom Fighters because of her refusal to simply sell them the Chaos Emerald. "Though I should remember my manners. Perhaps you'd like something to drink." The hedgehog would pull out a bottle of champagne. "Unless the big time hero doesn't drink champagne."

}ASS GRABBIN' O'CLOCK{

@sinfulzones asked: 🍑Breezie to Sonic

He's an adventurer, which means he likes to check out new places or revisit places he's been. That's why he's returned to Breezie's turf. He doesn't often visit here, both because he and Breezie have an... Odd relationship. They'd never dated, but she did once try to use her charms to get her way with him. And he's always felt like she's had it out for him in some way, if only because she didn't like him.

He also doesn't often come here because he, sometimes, has a bit of a gambling problem. Not totally destructive, but a little too obsessive. This time though he's come without money so he can't even gamble if he feels like it. Which he does.

Regardless, ever since basically the moment he sped into the area, she had made it very clear she wanted to talk to him in private. That's why he's in her office specifically, him thinking she's actually stepped out for the moment since he arrived without her being there. That is until he felt a hand grab his ass. That had him jump in shock and spin around to face her.

" Jeez! Breezie, a little word of warning ahead of time? "

[mblue-art]

care. reassurance.

[cry-ptidd]

Expression study ft Laura and Alucard who look just about fucking miserable

[shootingstarrfish]

cutest bunny boy

[seductive-suffering]

The rage.

It’s fucking real.

I hate you.

I hate you because you made me love you.

And all I know how to do is love you.

That’s it.

Breath in.

I love you.

Breath out.

I hate you.

I hate that all I can do is love you.

[ruvviks]

// ocs as patron saints. [x]

tagged by; @katsigian, @deadrlngers and @devilbrakers, thank you so much!!

tagging; @mojaves, @dickytwister, @ordinarymaine, @claudiawolf and YOU!

– PATRON SAINT OF RELICS.

patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

hindsight carries the gun of his deceased father, the last memory he holds of the past and of what used to be his family; he is alone, a vessel for all that used to be, carrying the burden of remembrance like a chain around his neck. he has made himself easily digestible, to fit in, to not stand out; yet the past clings to him tighter than the present and forces him on his knees, forced to worship a twisted and faux idyllic retelling of a place he can no longer get back to.

– PATRON SAINT OF HEARTBREAK.

not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

erytheia is a grave domain cleric, and has witnessed more burials in her lifetime than any being ever should. she has seen the countless ways in which the best of her abilities still did not suffice, her healing more than often merely prolonging a life rather than saving it; and she carries the consequences of it wherever she goes, the faces of those who were left behind, the broken hearts and wails of sorrow like a symphony in the dead of night, chasing after the trail of blood left by her bleeding heart.

– PATRON SAINT OF BLOOD.

patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds.

juniper is full of life, full of passion. her heart hungers and beats viciously within her ribcage, threatening to burst out; all of which shows in her unexpected ferocity in battle, as well as in the way her hands hold the waist of her lover, whoever is within her reach when her desire threatens to spill over. a mouth that kisses as much as it bites, and teeth that graze vulnerable skin and dig into tender flesh; she is a predator, and gods save whoever becomes her next prey.

[bitchfitch]

hm. So. These shelves I'm building are 8 ft long a piece right. They also need 8 1x2 boards to build them. Give or take. 7 full boards and 7 1ft long supports. I suspect I'm going use an additional 3 boards per shelf to make all the like bracing pieces. 11 total. per shelf. which I need 6 of to make 3 2 segment long shelves.

So the amount of wood to buy would be 11x6 for 66. right? 70 in case of a dud board or mistakes. you know I got the cheap crap stuff.

I did not buy 70. I made. a really serious math error.... I wanted a long ass work surface to go under those shelves anyways I guess. and it'll be Work. but still way cheaper than buying something pre built.

[popfizzles]

Every so often, Lust finds her way into Wrath's lab uninvited.

She's more intrusive than Wrath likes. Their patience varies from day to day, especially depending on what their daily tasks are, but...

Wrath would always appreciate some help... removing her.

[thaunknowndreadhead]

Men of God, this is why you NEED to FLEE sexual immorality

1 Corinthians 6:18 "Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body".

This verse is where Paul explains why believers should avoid sexual immorality, and how it is different from other sins because it is a form of self-harm. It also can destroy families and relationships when practiced outside of marriage.

Dear God I pray that anyone dealing with sexual immorality are able to find their way to your mighty Word so that with Your Word they may be able to defeat and avoid satan and the traps and distractions that attempt to pull them away from you Lord. I ask Lord please clear their hearts of any darkness or uncleanness that lies within. May your Word keep and protect and help anyone dealing with such a battle in their mind and body. Lord I pray for their strength and safety so that they may be able to start and or continue to serve and praise you with whatever gifts you have sown within them. In Jesus's name I pray. Amen.

[slugbeaker]

there's something so haunting about the ghouls of amnesia with how 'hunger' is so associated with them. mainly because of how they were left behind after the other world fell. because it's not like they're ACTUALLY hungry for flesh

(or at least that's how it seems given the bodies left behind in areas they inhabit like the fortress or bunker)

"Hyena maybe, but damn big one...didn't finish its meal..."

any bites taken out of people seem to be solely to cause further pain and torment in order to maximize vitae potential, with vitae being the essence the ghouls/harvesters are ACTUALLY 'hungry' for

"They were trying to help, but they saw my face, and I could taste their fear."

once that supply of vitae (being allowed to hunt) ended after the fall of zerzura it's unsettling to think of how long they've just been left with that insatiable hunger for something they're unlikely to ever receive again. ignoring the rare occasions people stumble across their nesting grounds and such.

idk, when it comes to monsters they make me very sad. former humans, with varying degrees of self left, endlessly starving, doomed to be these predatory creatures for...however long it takes ghouls to die without vitae? ouch. my heart. 😢😢😢

[gabv1el]

Amid the chaos, a quiet moment

[seductive-suffering]

I. Will. Never. Recover.

I may smile.

I make joke.

But my foundation is destroyed.

I am grieving, I am suffering. I am broken.

And I will NEVER not love you.

You held me then, you hold me still.

[icanbeyourgenie]

[ A very scared Zelda hiding under Aeron's desk, in the Captain's cabin, after a violent attack ]

“Ah, there you are.”

Aeron was still covered in blood when he found Zelda. He didn't think the girl would hide in his own quarters, since he was, after all, the reason she was so terrified. At least partly. He had searched in other hiding places in vain, and ended up figuring out that the girl would come out when she felt like it. He went back in his cabin to clean the blood. Aeron had no problem getting blood all over him. But when said blood started to dry and become crusty, that was a truly unpleasant sensation.

When he saw Zelda flinch and stay under the desk, he decided to wait a bit and resume what he originally came for. He got over the bassin and started cleaning off the blood. He took off his shirt and started searching his closet for a clean one. In the corner of his eyes, he could see Zelda starting to relax. Her breath getting more even. What a perfect opportunity for a joke.

“Usually seeing me shirtless takes people's breath away, but it gave yours back. I'm not sure how to take it.”

He was quite amuzed, and he figured Zelda would be too if she was still not recovering from the shock. When he finally put on a clean shirt, he came closer and sat on the floor, at the foot of his bed, just in front of the girl's hiding place. Their eyes locked for a moment and he could see she was still terrified.

Aeron didn't expect her to react this way. He sometimes forgot that most people weren't used to the same degree of violence he became desensitized to. They were in the middle of a perfectly fine conversation about a mad hatter who was particularly fond of tea when a few of his crew came to interrupt rather vigorously. Protesting about how a girl on a ship was a bad omen, how Aeron was distracted ever since she got here. He was distracted, but a mutiny wasn't something he would allow. (And clearly these mortal boys didn't meet his mother if they think girls were weak). So it got bloody really fast. Two died at the hand of the fae. One by being sent overboard in a particularly sharky area, the other with a sword through his chest. It lasted only a few seconds and had the rather efficient effect to remind the others that they shouldn't go against their captain. But Zelda had been mute ever since. And then she went away.

“Do you want me to drop you at the next port we'll land in?” Aeron asked, which had the effect to snap back the blonde to reality. She looked at him again.

“What?”

“I could do that if you wanted to.”

“...... Do you want to get rid of me?” She asked in a little voice.

“No. That's not what I want. But Zelda, staying here means you can't freeze when I get violent. We were lucky the past weeks, but if you stay you'll witness more deaths. More violent that these ones.”

“I didn't mean to freeze. But I got scared.”

“Which brings me back to my original question. Do you want to leave?”

“No. I... I don't want to be alone.” She almost stopped shaking now. She confessed that to him one night where she came into his bed and he changed her nightmare into a dream. “Why choose to be a pirate? If it's so... violent.”

He smirked. “I don't mind the violence. Most times I actually enjoy it. But I don't think violence is in your nature.”

“Didn't you say that most faes had a talent for violence? Maybe it's why I'm a changeling and my parents got rid of me.”

“I don't think you're a changeling, because I don't think you're a fae.”

She locked eyes with him again, confused. “But you said-”

“You lied earlier.” He had not realized this sooner, because she had been mostly honest with him, but today she did lie. “When John came closer to us with his knife and you said you weren't scared. You were. That was a lie. A great one, it's what you should say. But still a lie.”

“It was just a small lie... Something I said on instinct.”

“Faes can't lie at all. Not even a little. We bend the truth but we can't lie. Which means that you're an elf.” She raised an eyebrow and he laughed. “I don't know how I didn't notice this sooner. Usually you guys live in the trees now.”

“What's an elf? You didn't talk about elves.”

The was a lot to unpack there. Talking about elves would mean talking about the war, and he had a feeling she was not stable enough for this conversation. She had come out of under the desk to sit next to him, the curiosity calming her. Even with dried tears and blood, she was beautiful. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do more than just kiss her. But he just sighed and answered instead.

“I didn't think it was necessary. I'll tell you about elves tonight. But then you'll need to decide what you want to do. Tomorrow we'll arrive in Egypt. We'll stay there for a few days, there's a few repairs I have to do on the ship.” He was actually excited at that prospect. He always loved mechanics. “You'll have until we leave to decide if you're ready for that life or if you want to try to find peace elsewhere.”

“.... Your crew don't like me, Aeron.”

“I don't give a fuck what they think.” He slowly touched her cheek. He didn't know why, he just did it, and then pretended to wipe a tear away. “They'll warm up to you eventually and if they don't, I don't care. As long as you stay with me, they won't touch you. But I can't protect you from everything. So if you decide to stay, we'll have to teach you some basic self defense skills. And maybe get you a sword. I have a feeling you'll do great with a sword.”

She was smiling now, and it was truly unfair because Aeron wanted to kiss her again. They almost kissed a few days ago, when he called her intriguing, but they were interrupted. And she responded quite well to his flirting. But he understood enough to know that he shouldn't do the first move. Even if they got closer now, and she took his hand, and she said in a happy voice:

“You think I could use a sword? You don't think I'm weak because I ran away?”

“I called you intriguing didn't I? I'm only intrigued by strong people, know that. I'm not a generous or good person. If I thought you were weak I would've asked you to leave already.”

“But it's not what you want.” She said, repeating his words from before.

“No, it's not what I want.”

“So what do you want?”

She had whispered those words. It was a sign of how close they were now. Their sides were almost pressed together and she didn't let go of his hand. She was looking at him with those deep green eyes that made him feel light-headed and her lips looked so soft. They were in dangerous territory, but he always loved danger, so his smirk grew wider.

“You don't want to know what I want.”

“Tell me anyhow. Please.”

It looked like a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge. “Fine. I want you to stay with me. I want you to want to stay with me. I want us to get you actual proper pirate clothes when we land so you can stay, and lead us to some more treasures and adventures. And I want to kiss you.” He paused a second, just to examine her reaction. “But I won't. You have my word. Not until you do it first.”

It's when he let go of her hand. He was used to flirting, probably harder than that, but he was not used to want to kiss someone that much. It was unsettling. Which is why he got up before she could answer.

“I'll let you change now. I'll go assess the damages I'll need to repair. Take some time to make up your mind.”