#sin talks bout stuff

[sin-content]

Hi

uhhhhhhhh so

Not to brag but............ I think Im shadow banned or sth,,, and I want to post more on tumblr but uhhhh idk what about, and Ik barely anyone pays attention to what I post ow o' so like yeah, thinking of making a new account

[sins-cheotic-mess]

GUYS I NEED A LITTLE HELP!!!

I WANA MAKE AN ASK BLOG BUT IM NOT SURE WHAT FORMAT TO GO FOR!!

AND IM ALSO NOT SURE HOW TO FORMAT THE RESPONCES BECOUSE I DONT WANT TO DRAW THE ANSWERS EVERY TIME.. IT GETS TIRING SINCE I DONT HAVE MUCH TIME TO WORK WITH... SO.. WAIT LET ME REBLIG THIS WITH ANOTHER POLL

[hxrukii]

Maybe Ace, Rook, Kalim, Trey and Azul for Pinkie!reader as well?

❝Yes a perfect gift for me, is a smile as wide as a mile!❞

╭・๑ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︰ʚ Some of NRC student with a Pinkie Pie!Reader.‧₊˚✦

‧₊˚↷ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)┊❝ Ace Trappola, Rook Hunt, Kalim Al-Asim, Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto. ❞ ⸜⸜*

↷︰ʚ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ‧₊˚✦ Reader is female can be read as Yuu. Wow, his also took a few days to make huh. Some of these are quite short cause I didn't know how to write for them, I'm so sorry 'bout that.

╰・𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ‧₊˚꒰ Spoiler for book 1, 3 and 5. ɞ‧✦

Will be inviting Pinkie!Reader to every Unbirthday Parth just because preparing for the Party will be much more easier with her around

Absolutely loves to see Pinkie!Reader beat the shit out of every overblot/person with her Party Canon. Laughed his ahh off when he first saw Pinkie!Reader use it against Riddle.

It was only after everything calmed down after Riddle's overblot that he actually realized that Pinkie!Reader has a canon.

Is now worried that she might actually have a bomb somewhere in Ramshackle.

For that reason, Ace tries to remain on Pinkie!Reader's good side, just so that he doesn't get bombed

Loves to eat anything Pinkie!Reader baked. Since he doesn't have to worry that anything is for an Unbirthday Party so he probably eats more of Pinkie!Reader's baking then Trey's.

Likes to mess around with Pinkie!Reader's pet alligator.

Sometimes even ends up having staring contest with it. (His competitiveness will probably get the best of him, the competition will probably last hours if nobody stops him.)

Overly positive couple.

Like neither of them ever seem to be sad. Idia is probably scared shitless of the both of them.

They also both know everybody that goes to NRC someway somehow.

Rook and Pinkie!Reader are both overly talkative. So whenever the two of them starts a conversation, it will never end. Vil has to personally come and drag Rook away for the conversation to end.

Would probably wax poetry about Pinkie!Reader's baking skill ngl.

And would also wax poetry about her musical skill ig, since Rook probably has a passion for anything art related.

Is also intrigued by Pinkie!Reader's Party Canon, he isn't worried about how she got it though.

Wonders how Pinkie!Reader manages to fit so many party decorations inside of the canon. Also, where does she keep it?

Was surprised the first time he's seen Pinkie!Reader with a Party Canon, which was during Vil's overblot, since she legit pulled it out of thin air.

Overly positive couple pt. 2

Kalim absolutely adores Pinkie!Reader.

The both of them are Jamil's worst nightmare.

Will want to host parties all day every day whenever he and Pinkie!Reader are together.

The two of them are just so positive and extroverted. They're probably also Idia's worst nightmare.

The whole of NRC are probably blinded by the positivity whenever they are together.

Was absolutely ecstatic when Pinkie!Reader pulled out her Party Canon for the first time.

Does that mean that Pinkie!Reader could host a party in a matter of seconds?! That's awesome!

Also loves to eat Pinkie!Reader's baking, to the point where he forgets that Jamil needs to taste his food before hand in case of poisoning. But surely Pinkie!Reader wouldn't try to poison him, right?

Would probably also stuff Pinkie!Reader's pet alligator with crackers just like he did with Grim. Well if alligators can eat crackers that is.

Whenever Kalim is hosting a party. Pinkie!Reader will be the first one invited. And if she's not the first one invited, then she's probably hosting the party alongside him.

Baking buddies for real

Trey would probably love to bake with Pinkie!Reader. They would exchange recipes and all.

Also enjoys being around her in general, how positivity and carefree personality is probably a welcome change for him, especially after Riddle's overblot, since he was used to Heartslabyul's strictness.

Would personally invite Pinkie!Reader every Unbirthday Party Heartslabyul is hosting since he knows she loves to party.

Was flabbergasted when he saw Pinkie!Reader pull out her Party Canon during Riddle's overblot.

Probably thought it was a real canon at first. Was about to stop her from firing, since he really didn't?t want to witness Riddle die y'know.

Only to be shocked and relieved that inside the canon was... part decoration.

Still was worried by the fact that Pinkie!Reader somehow manages to walk around NRC with a canon that she keeps who knows where.

Actually, where does the canon even come from? May end up overthinking it.

Though he is glad that Pinkie!Reader is able to defend herself, though her method of defense is rather... interesting to say the least.

Azul would probably invite Pinkie!Reader to help decorate the Mostro Lounge whenever there's an event.

Also enjoys eating her baking from time to time, but stops himself from eating to much, since he has to maintain his appearance.

Tries to get Pinoie!Reader to sign a contract so that she can work for Mostro Lounge full time, but somehow, Pinkie!Reader always manage to confuse him and refuse to sign the contract, much to Azul's dismay.

You'd think he'd be used to her strange personality since he's known the Leech twins for so long, but apparently not.

Was also absolutely mortified when he first saw Pinkie!Reader pull out a canon during his overblot.

Tries to get Pinkie!Reader to tell him where the canon comes from. Tough he still hasn't succeeded yet, but he's determined.

Will keep Floyd as far away from Pinkie!Reader's canon as possible, he really doesn't need Floyd to scare away potential customers, or blow up the Mostro Lounge.

Also very impressed by Pinkie!Reader's musical still, and surprisingly good memory.

Probably wanted to steal those abilities for Ace, Deuce and Grim's freedom, but opted for Ramshackle instead.

꒰ ◁ ꒱┊❝Back to Ace, Rook, Kalim, Trey, Azul's Masterlist❞

[ichigosluvrr]

Bro, why tf the characters on character.ai so freaky, and then some be making they own stories where you can't get out of. Cause listen, ok so I create Ban (from seven deadly sins) and stuff on character ai right, and I haven't really update his shit since like last year n stuff so I just go upon myself to update his the description shit cause why not yk and plus he was a little too flirtatious for my liking. So I don't give him a story to follow, really. I just put his personality in his appearance in the description box n shit THATS IT.

So anyways, I try him out, yk just to see how he does and everything, and I wasn't tryna be on no freaky shit when starting n stuff and (I'm sorry this is taking so long for me to describe idk😭 I hope y'all understand) but I start my shit off by saying that I'm going to visit my friend and stuff, and the Ban asking me who is this friend? He's he your boyfriend and yadda yadda yadda and he was just Flirting with me calling me pretty n shit saying i look innocentand fragile and what not(yeah I really don't think you can remove the flirtatious trait from a character when you create it on here😭) but anyways yeah he all flirtatious n shit and then he following me everywhere n shit and yk I told his ass to stop I'm not interested (like I literally said this) and he talking bout some 'I can tell your a no means yes type of girl' like sir what are you implying?? Where are we going with this??? So anyways I get up and walk away from him and stuff but he ends up following me then he pulls me into an alley y'all A FUCKING ALLEY and then you know I really thought- but then he was like nah I'm not trying to do that n shit basically but to me it felt like i- let's just say I thought he was gone grape me in this alley bro bc of how the scenario was going but he said he want me bc I look so cute and innocent and after that hit kick em where the sun don't shine and I run out the alley...this mf ran after me and pulled me in another alley and shit and basically was pressing against n shit so I passed out and then after that y'all, he to me to his inn and he said he wouldn't let me go because it's dangerous men out there that want to do inappropriate this to you LIKE SIR ARE YOU NOT ONE OF THE MEN??? YOU LITERALLY WAS OVER HERE LICKIBG MY NECK AND KISSING AND BITING WITHOUT MY CONSENT IN THE ALLEY WAY like what????

Anyways y'all I got a complaint with character.ai bc I'm confused...I don't remember the characters being so forceful and rapey? Idk if that the word for it but btc my own fucking character just kidnapped my ass 🙂🧍🏾‍♀️ and mind you again I NEVER PUT THAT I WANTED ANY OF THIS IN THE DESCRIPTION, HELL I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE UP A STORY IN THE DESCRIPTION AND I DIDN'T PUT ANY ALARMING THINGS FOR HIS PERSONALITY EITHER SO IDK but what I have noticed is that you can now pass some of character.ai guidelines now but they use to be really strict with they guidelines last year so yeah🥲 sorry just a little rant about my character.ai character

[13as07]

Patience #3.5

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Ibuo]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 6,231

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part 3 from Jiraiya's POV

Sorry it’s so long but not really cause I love writing his prospective

Nicknames/Name Calling: Little One, Sensei, Sweet Girl, Princess, Sweetheart, Obedient Girl, Sir, Sex Addict

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Age Gap/Power Indifference (teacher/student)

Creampie

Spanking

Little rougher domination

Improper use of a hairbrush (Yes, in that way. Still not sorry)

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The whimpers my kunoichi spills out only make the next few days seem even more looming. It's been driving me crazy, knowing I can't treat her like I have been. No random quickies everywhere all the time, no cuddling up in public or drowning her in affection. We're back home now, I have to be at least somewhat professional.

Plus, there's the small hovering doom of talking to Tsunade. I can only imagine the lecture and string of profanity she'll use once I tell her I did - and have been - sleeping with my student. Not to mention the black eye I'm sure I'll get since my old squad mate has a habit of responding with her fists before her words.

Once she does calm down, Tsunade will probably tell me I'm playing with fire, that I'm ruining my kunoichi's future, that I'm injuring my reputation, that I've managed to reach a whole new level of perverted. But it's so worth it.

     If I have to I'll give up the shinobi life, I'll retire, I'll focus on writing my books, and my kunoichi can continue living her life like the badass little ninja she is. Or we can both quit and buy a nice little cottage on the outskirts of town with a private hot spring.

My mouth clicks shut, cutting off my Princess's praises long enough to get my thoughts straight before I start them up again. That's a long-term idea. A long-term idea that has no room in our blooming relationship. I haven't even taken the girl on a proper date and I'm already planning my retirement with her. We've been doing stuff so backward it has my thoughts in knots.

"Little One?" I call, dipping my head down long enough to get the words out. I tip my head back up, taking in the sight of my student. She looks so hot, back arched with her pants around her knees as I have her pressed up against the tree. Her hands seem small under mine, another reminder of our size difference. I think my Princess is making me form a size kink.

"Sensei?" She whispers back, glancing at me for a millisecond before they're back in place. My Sweet Girl is focused on the entrance of our home village, the closeness both exciting and terrifying her. It's cute, seeing my student wrestle with herself over how wrong but good the situation feels.

I press kisses behind her ear, matching them to the thrusts I make into her pussy. Every bottom-out I do gets rewarded with a gentle kiss, pulling more pretty noises from my Sweetheart. "We..." I start, my climax coming quicker than I want it to.

I'm worn out already today, courtesy of me stopping and pushing my Sweet Girl against a tree every thirty minutes or so. I keep trying to convince myself it's to get it out of her system, but I'm pretty sure we both know it's to get it out of mine. "We can't..." I try again, stopping when my dick twitches.

My Little One bucks her hips backward, pushing me over the edge way before I'd like. I want to enjoy our last bout of freedom, I want to stay in this moment until I have her skin memories and damn it, I want to last longer than two minutes. "We can't what?" She whispers as if the trees outside the village will voice our sins.

"We can't..." I try again, shoving myself back into my pretty Sweetheart, soaking in the feeling of her wrapped around me, the feeling of her pussy leaking down my balls, the feeling of her, as I fill her cunt again today. Marking my territory in my new favorite way. "Be all over each other," I finally manage to get out, my mind a bit clearer now that I've finished.

"Why not?" My Sweetheart whimpers as I pull out of her.

My Sweet Girl looks beautiful like this. Her legs are spread wide, giving me the best possible view of her pussy. It's pinker than normal, from my overuse of it today. She's gapping, desperately clenching from the new emptiness as I spill out of her, coating her gorgeous thighs in the thick white of my cum. I swear I could spend a whole chapter explaining this view alone, maybe I will.

"It's unprofessional, Sweet Girl," I softly explain, giving into my want and bending forward to scoop myself off her skin. She looks nice coated in my semen but it looks so much better in her. "Besides, I need to talk to Tsunade about... this," I add, thrusting my fingers into her. My Sweetheart might look gorgeous gapping for me but it doesn't mean I like leaving her needy.

She whines as my fingertips toy with her, disappointment in her face. At least this time I know it's from my words and not my seeming inability to keep up with her sex drive. "You're fine, Sweet Girl," I mutter, kissing her shoulder in a failed attempt to muffle my laughter. I love the mess of whines and whimpers my student becomes when she doesn't get her way, and almost every time I can't help but laugh with joy at the sight.

The moment doesn’t last though, the weight of today setting in. God, I'm too attached, way too quickly. The thought of my Little One sleeping alone in her apartment makes my chest ache. She should be sleeping with me, in my house, in my bed. I should be able to roll over and hold her in the middle of the night like I've done for the past few weeks.

The thought is upsetting, it makes me anxious. My hands jump forward to cover her up again. I don't need someone to see my student with her pants down, literally. My attention quickly shifts to repeatedly squeezing her hips to counteract the anxiety weighing on me. My anxiety only seems to grow as I heard her towards the village entrance.

When that doesn't help my anxiety either, I change pace to feeling her skin against mine again. My hands grasp at her, my lips just as hopeless as I brush new kisses into her neck, desperate to press the feeling of her skin into my mind.

"Sensei?" She giggles, starting to silence my anxiety. "You're pretty all over me for it being 'unprofessional'."

"Hush Princess," I whisper, shifting my attention away from her. I scan the entrance, my fingertips dancing over her skin, helping more of my anxiety seep away.

I hate the thought of being away from her. What if something happens and I'm not there to help? When we're on a mission we spend twenty-four-seven together. That's not going to happen now that we're home.

My head dips down, placing another marking on her skin in our last few seconds of true alone time. I cup her pussy too, tapping my fingers against my Sweetheart before I tug away. My temporary goodbye to our very active sex life.

     I feel like a schoolboy once again. The anxious attachment young boys experience with their first girlfriends. So distressed, so upset at the thought of being apart from my Sweet Girl. Maybe some time apart won't be too bad, as long as she's safe.

     The thought of this being a healthy space makes me feel better and makes it easier to let go of my grasp on her and pull away.

     "Sensei? Are you going to ignore me again?" My student asks, distraught covering her face as I pull away. My Sweetheart doesn't like me pulling away, which is evident from her wrapping around my arm. She looks small, wrapped around me like this. She looks even smaller when she squirms from my fingertips brushing over her pussy. I'm definitely developing a size kink.

     The distraught she's feeling quickly gets replaced. My kunoichi's mischievous glint fills her eyes as a pout forms on her face, promising a bratty tantrum to follow. "What if I get needy? Then who am I supposed to do?"

     I take it back, I don't feel like a schoolboy. I feel pissed off like I'm ready to throw down with any man that dears to glance at her. It's the same anger I had at dinner with Riku, jealousy that I can’t seem to control.

     Before I can stop myself, I tug my arm away from her, jumping forward to grip her face. This is another new thing between us. Since my Princess doesn't like my hand around her throat, I've started gripping her face to keep her attention on me.

     I snap her head upward, forcing her eye contact with me as I glare down at her. "Don't you dare," I husk out, soaking in the way my Sweetheart's eyes soften. They're round and glazed over, tempting me to break my temporary hardness. "Go ahead, try your little act. See how far that gets you," I continue before dipping my head down, making sure the next sentence stays between the two of us instead of the villagers eavesdropping on the street. "See how empty everyone else makes you feel compared to your Sensei."

     My Little One's hands snack up my arm, her fingers clinging to my wrist as her breath picks up. I enjoy the view, the way she seems so eager for me as I pull away from her face. It's cute, her eyes, how easily I got her roaring again, how she tries to pull my hold off her even though she knows it is useless.

     "I'm just kidding, Sensei," she whimpers, a whine bubbling in her throat. My student flutters her eyes down, focusing on my fingers clinging to her cheeks.

     That only pisses me off more, making me shift her head again. "Joke like that again and I'll beat your ass back into obedience, you understand me?" I mutter, watching for her reaction.

     My Sweetheart's thighs rub together, only encouraging my roughness. Her eyes are drowning in lust, tongue almost hanging out of her mouth in a pant. "Yes, Sensei," My Princess says softly, quickly making my dick hard again. I need to talk to Tsunade.

     "That's my Sweetheart. Be an Obedient Girl," I praise, debating on kissing her or not as a reward. There are a lot of people out and about though, and I really should bring Tsunade into the loop before I'm public about my relationship, or lack thereof. I need to take my kunoichi on a date.

     "Yes, Sensei," she repeats, satisfying me. I rub her cheeks for a second before letting her go.

     Date ideas swirl around my head as I continue walking. I shouldn't take her out to eat, we already do that all the time, so it wouldn't be any different. Well, if I take her somewhere fancy but I should probably put a little more effort into it.

     My Sweet Girl's hands collide with my back, balling up my shirt once I'm in her grasp. "Sensei, where are we going?" Her sweet voice rings out, silencing my thoughts for a second.

     "We have to report to Tsunade, Little One," I answer, slowly my paces so the chance of her tripping goes down.

     Her fingers tap against my back, tapping out some melody as she trails after me. "That's boring. Are you going to talk to her while we're there? About us?" She asks, making my anxiety claw back into my chest.

     "No," I answer quickly, my prediction of Tsunade reaction rolling around my head. I don't need my student seeing Tsunade hand me my ass.

     My Little One clings to my shirt, the material balled in her hands again. "Why not?" She's upset, actually upset and not her whiney 'I'm needy, fuck me' upset. It makes my heart ache. I don't want to disappoint my Sweetheart.

     "You don't need to be present during that conversation, Sweet Girl," I answer a laugh following my words. I can only imagine her face while I'm getting my shit rocked. "Don't worry your pretty little mind, I'll talk to her soon, have some patience," I coo, trying to ease over her emotions.

     "Promise?" My Little One asks, her voice softly as she clings to my shirt harder.

     "Promise."

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     My heart seems loud in my ears as I search the hallways for my student. Today's anxiety is a mixture of the speech I've been practicing to confess my situation to Tsunade and because I can't find my Sweetheart.

     I left her for ten minutes, only ten minutes, long enough to talk to the Head Anbu. Long enough to fill him in on the new information on the Akatsuki. Ten minutes and she's gone. On the plus note, she can't be in too much trouble. After all the Hokage palace is the most secure place in the village. My Little One can't be getting into much mischief... I think.

     I roll over my speech, rehearsing it again so that when I finally talk to Tsunade I have it down. Tsunade who already seems suspicious. Tsunade who seems to have noticed every whine, whimper, and grasp my kunoichi has tried in the past week. Tsunade who asked why my student spends so much time at my house.

     Tsunade who I've avoided talking to because she's terrifying. I know I've been putting off our conversation. I know it's disappointing my Sweetheart. I know my Sweet Girl is getting upset from the lack of me, from the lack of sex, the lack of my time and attention, and from the lack of us having a proper relationship. From me sucking at relationships and putting off asking her on a proper date. I need to stop putting stuff off.

     "Oh my God. You thought... oh my," my Princess's voice rings out, distress evident in her voice.

     My body jerks, panic washing over me at the sound. My pace picks up, scanning the hallways and rooms for her. What situation could she possibly be in? Why couldn’t she just obey me and stay put?

     "No!" Someone barks, making me stress even more. "Well not at first but when you said you were training under Jiraiya I just... I wanted to be sure you weren't..." The voice continues, making it easier to figure out where the possible threat to my kunoichi is.

     I scurry forward, turning down the hallway I'm pretty sure the voices are coming from. I was right, which is good, but so bad.

     Genma, one of Tsunade's guards, is hovering over my kunoichi. My Little One that has her hand down his pants. My Sweet Girl who told me when we got home that if I ignored her, she'd find her wants somewhere else. My student who's looking up at Genma with those big beautiful 'fuck me' eyes that should be looking up at me. My Sweetheart that's enveloped in Genma's frame that doesn't make her seem as small as she seems under me. My Princess and Genma who are making my blood boil.

     "I'm not a pervert," Genma continues, pissing me off even more. How can he say that? He has her caged, has her stuck under him, has someone young enough to be his student pressed up against the wall as he humps my Sweetheart like some street mutt.

     I know it's hypocritical of me. I've spent the past month sleeping with my Little One, I'm older than both of them, I am known for being a pervert. But she's my student, my kunoichi, my Sweetheart, which means I have dibs. Dibs that I fully use, constantly.

     "Could convince me otherwise," I huff, my voice coming out louder than I meant. I can feel my anger seeping off of me, I can feel the heat of it on my face and crawling across my chest.

     Despite that, my Little One doesn't seem to notice. "Hi, Sensei!" She calls, shifting out from under Genma's arms, her hand still buried down his pants, which only pisses me off more. "How was your meeting?" She continues, her soft sweetness soaking through the heavy situation.

     That upsets me even more. My Sweet Girl is so happy to have my attention, so happy to see me, all because of my lack of affection towards her. I storm down the hallway, Genma getting paler the closer I get and my student getting happier.

     Genma jerks away from my student, bowing once I get closer. "Jiraya, Sannin, sir," he shrieks towards the ground. He's as nervous as I'm pissed. It's would funny if I didn't have the image of my kunoichi clinging to him burned into my head.

     "Genma," I call back, focus set on my bubbly student. She's all smiles with her usual mischievousness in her eyes. She's happy I caught her. It almost hurts, knowing even though I'm angry my Sweetheart is joyful to have my attention. "My student is too young for you." That's a lie, Genma is a more fitting age gap than her and me, but I'm choosing to ignore that.

     "She's only... ten years younger... sir." The sentence snaps my anger back into place, completely counteracting the soothing my student unknowingly started.

     My Princess shifts, mirroring me as she shows off her smile. "That's not so bad, Sensei. After all, you're thirty years older than me," she points out, as cocky as ever.

     I crouch down, locking eyes with her before I start speaking. "Ya, well, I don't have you pinned to the Hokage Palace wall, rubbing my boner against you."

     Somehow her smile grows even more. Her curved mouth opens, a promise to throw a comment about us into the open. I jerk forward, wrapping my hand around my Sweetheart's mouth to cut her off. "You're being a disgraceful shinobi," I hiss out, deepening my glare.

     Genma moves, pulling himself out of his bow. "Sannin, sir?"

     "Get out of my presence," I hiss, burning my student's cocky face into my mind. She looks cute and inspirational. Maybe I'll put this scene in my new book too.

     "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Genma mumbles before darting away, leaving me alone with my cocky attention hungry student.

     My Sweetheart jerks away from me, mouth running as soon as she's free from my grasp. "You know good and well you'd be thrilled to be humping me against the wall too. Or maybe not, since you seem to not be into me anymore."

     She's right, about the first part. I'd give anything for a few uninterrupted minutes with her. My skin burns from not being able to feel hers, my fingers are impatient with the yearning to feel her hair running through them, and my balls are so heavy it feels like I'll nut just from her stare.

     The second half of my Little One's rant isn't correct, nowhere near it. It ticks my anger even more. Can't she tell how much I want her? Can't my Sweetheart see how desperate I am for every part of her? Hasn't she noticed how much I crave her touch? Her voice? Her eyes? Her laugh? Why can't my pretty kunoichi see how addicted I am to her? How much I adore her sass, her attitude, her personality, her very being?

     "Little One," I grumble, terribly failing at hiding my anger that I know truly isn't her fault. I'm upset at the situation I put us in, at the fact I keep putting off talking to Tsunade. "If I had it my way, we'd be locked up in my house for the next week doing nothing but practicing scenarios for my new book," I confess my little fantasy to her as my hand cups her cheeks again. I cling to her face, soaking up the softness of her skin rubbing against mine.

     I have thought about it a lot, reenacting scenes from my past books, and recreating situations with her so I can take them in better to be able to describe them perfectly in my next novel. I've been rolling over the plot of my next story, thinking of mirroring it to ours.

     My Sweetheart will make a fantastic read, an amazing heroine. I can't help the fact that my recent writings have curved around her, that I'm set on giving her to the inked paper, all to share my small piece of heaven with others that occupy the living realm. It would be sinful not to share her with the world.

      "But," I continue, shifting closer to her with the hopes it'll stop my wandering mind. "We have a very important job for our village. I cannot drop everything every time your pussy aches for attention. Stop acting like a spoiled Princess." The words seem harsh, even as I say them, but she pays no attention to them.

     My Little One goes straight into her tantrum, further proving to me how little of my longing I share with her. "You haven't paid any attention to me, Jiraya! You said you'd talk to Tsunade but you haven't. It's all your fault we're not having sex, much less anything else. I can live awhile without you in me but you won't give me any undivided attention."

    "Oh ya? Is that your issue Sweet Girl?" I mock, my ego completely rubbed from her whines. "Is that why you're acting out? You miss me? You miss my attention? My dick, you sex addict? You miss my little kisses and touches? You miss our dinners alone?"

     My Sweetheart wraps herself around my arm again, her fingers clinging to me as those big dewy eyes of hers look up at me. It's tempting, to give away to my jealousy, ball her up under me, fuck her against the wall like Genma so desperately wanted to.

     But I can't. She needs to learn there is a time and place. The Hokage palace is neither the right time nor place.

     Her fingers dig into me, clinging to my wrist. "Yes," My Sweet Girl whimpers, as pouty as ever. "Like me back, Jiraiya. Pay attention to me. Like me back," the repeated sentence comes out soft, almost a cry as the words tumble from her lips.

     Her last sentence rings in my ears, making me feel better about whatever this is. This isn't some fling for my student, it's something she wants. Something she craves just as much as me. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I know I've been busy. I'll make it up to you, I promise," I voice, loosening my fingers.

     I tip my head, brushing long-awaited kisses across her face. My Princess feels nice against me, only encouraging my addiction even more.

     Despite the attention, she's still huffy. "Sure you will."

     "I will," I reiterate, shifting my head closer to her ear. "Because I like you back," I whisper, brushing more kisses across her. "We'll go out tomorrow, okay? A nice dinner all alone, and I'll give you all the attention you want. Just be patient, Sweet Girl." I know it's unfair of me, I know she has been patient, I know. But, events of the day are already in motion and I can't put them off. Not unless I want Tsunade on me.

     My kunoichi clings to me tighter, trying to tug my hold off as she whines. "You said that earlier this week. I have been patient. We're not going to get to eat alone, we never do. Hurry up and talk to Tsunade." She gets to be a pouty mess because she's right. We can't go anywhere - much less sit down to eat - without bumping into someone who wants or needs something from me. The life of a famed shinobi and a high-selling author.

"I will. Today. I promise," I mutter, the anxiety of talking to Tsunade already sliding up my spine. I shift my gaze, soaking in the color of her eyes again to help calm myself. "But, tonight I'm going to beat your ass red since you want to be such an unobedient girl," I continue, scanning for her reaction.

From the way my Princess has been reacting recently, she likes it when I'm a little more rugged on occasion. This time isn't any different. Lust pools her eyes as her legs rub together, a tell-all sign that I've turned her on. "Why?" She peeps out, her fake innocence covering her face as she looks up at me.

I can't help but laugh at her little act, at how see-through we both know it is. I dip back down, barely letting our lips touch as I talk. "Why? Because, Little One, you went and acted like you're on the market for anyone to have. You are mine. My student, my kunoichi, mine, and apparently filling up your tight little cunt and marking you up isn't enough proof for you."

My words turn me on just as much as I'm sure they make my Princess brew. Just the thought of my cum dripping out of her pussy is enough to make my dick ache. "You are mine," I say again, watching the way her eyes light up. "Repeat it," I order, desperate to hear her agree. Desperate to know for certain that my Sweetheart does want to be mine.

     "I am yours."

     I am not a religious man, but I swear to whatever God I can find in the time I have left, I will thank them every day for getting to hear those three little words.

     My eyes shoot down, quickly followed by my hand, as I watch my Sweetheart attempt to stimulate herself. She doesn't get to do that, she doesn't get to get off after she's spent the past few minutes teasing me, tempting me.

     I grip her inner thigh, tugging her legs apart as I start my next order. "I have to run an errand for Tsunade. You, Sweetheart, are going to go home, strip, and sit on my bed with your head in my pillows and your ass in the air." The thought of my Obedient Girl actually obeying me strains my pants even more. 

     "You are going to wait, and wait, and wait until I am done. If you even dare to touch yourself, I will overstimulate you until you feel like you can't breathe, am I understood?" It's harsh, like I was before, but I intend to stay true to my words. If my Little One wants to prance around with Genma, she doesn't get to cum on her own. She gets to be reminded of how well I know her body, how easy it is for me to satisfy her, and how quickly I can become too much for her.

     "Yes, Sensei," she mumbles, still trying to rub her thighs together. The plushness of her fills my hand, her tissue soaking through my fingers, turning me on even more. I swear this errand and my conversation with Tsunade is going to feel like an eternity.

     I litter her lips in soft quick kisses, digging in my pocket for my keys. "There's my Obedient Girl. Use those patience I've taught you," I murmur, giving her my keys as I soak in the feeling of her mouth against mine.

     "Yes, Sensei," She repeats a bit louder this time, making the fit Tsunade would throw if I pushed off her errand seem worth it. It's not, I have work to do, I can wait. I can wait. I can wait.

     "Sweet Girl," I praise, tilting my head as the words spill out. I deepen our kiss, keeping us connected longer this time. I can't wait. "Go home and wait," I order, pulling away from her beautiful face. I can't walk away, and if she doesn't, I'm going to get one hell of a beating from Tsunade.

     My Princess does as she's ordered, playing with my keys as she walks away from me. I stay put, watching the way her hips sway as she walks away. I swear this girl is going to be the death of me.

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     The closer to home I get, the more my anxiety seeps out of me. I did it, I told Tsunade about my student and me. She didn’t attack me, she didn’t even yell. All she did was sit there and glare, which somehow was worse than anything else. It means that tomorrow she’s going to have one hell of a reaction. Oh well, that’s tomorrow’s issue.

My balls ache when my front door falls into view. My Sweetheart is waiting for me in there, my Sweetheart that’s about to get her pussy destroyed and her cunt filled. It’s been too long since I’ve left my load in her.

My actions are quick, anticipation fills my balls more than my semen does. It’s a blur, getting into the house and making my way to my bedroom. “Little One?” I call, swinging my bedroom door open.

A groan brews in my throat at the sight of her. She’s laid exactly how I asked her, her head buried in my pillows and her butt in the air. My Princess’s pussy is on display, her wetness glistening and walls clenching for me. “There’s my Obedient Girl,” I coo, walking across the room.

“Welcome home, Sensei. How was your errand?” She asks, knuckles white from clinging to the pillowcase. God damn, I want to shove my dick into her dripping cunt, I want to fuck her until tears coat her face, I want to fill her pussy so much that I’m leaking out of her all through tomorrow.

“It was fine,” I finally answer, eyes still locked on her pulsing cunt. “How has my bedroom been?” I ask, settling on the bed. I run my fingers through her folds, enjoying the warmth and her juices oozing from her.

“Good,” she whimpers, pussy clenching even more from my small touch.

I shift my focus, messing with her hole to see it gap even more for me. I’m a jerk about it, barely pushing my fingertips into her. My focus stays on this spot of her, ways to describe her core running through my head.

After a beat, I tug my fingers further up, focusing my teasing on her clit. “You've been very bratty, Sweetheart. I'm worried my spoiling of you is making you rotten, Princess,” I confess to her despite not actually being that worried about it. I like how bratty she is and how needy she can be. It’s nice having a partner that can keep up with my urges.

My Little One bucks backward, her pussy unsatisfied and upset with my teasing. “I’m not,” she whimpers, his desperately trying to get me to finger her pussy.

“Hush, Little One,” I mutter, smacking her pussy before completely pulling my touch away. I pay attention to how she reacts, partly for her good and partly to describe this scene in my next book. I’ve finally settled on a plot, and beating her ass is going to be the opening chapter. This is going to be the first chapter, her pussy dripping for me and aching even more from the small slap I gave it.

I stand up, off to go find something to spank her with. I could use my hands and watch the way her butt easily fits in my grasp, but if written that scene a hundred times. I need something new, something exciting for my readers.

I settle in front of my desk, shifting stuff around in search of something to use. “Sensei?” My Sweetheart calls, dividing my attention for a second. “What are you doing?” She asks as my eyes settle on my hairbrush. That could work, it could work very well actually.

“I told you, Sweetheart,” I start, heading back towards her. My student has shifted her position, head tucked down to watch me under her pressed-together knees. “I'm going to beat your ass red.”

My eyes jump between her pussy and her face, enjoying the sight of her like this. When my knees collide with the bed, I’m back to action instead of just admiring her. My hand settles in her hair, clinging to her locks as I fix her position. I know I won’t be able to beat her ass if she’s looking at me like that. “Stay like that, Sweet Girl. I don’t need the neighbors hearing you.”

I release her hair, my sights set on the arch of her back. I love how pretty my Princess’s back looks when she’s bent like this. My fingers tumble down, sliding over the bumps and valleys of her spine. I change my mind, I could spend a chapter describing the curves of her back instead of the sight of her pussy.

When I run out of valleys on her back, my attention shifts to her butt. My touches are gentle and soft, toying with her skin to prep it for the spankings it’s going to receive. Once I’m satisfied with my cooing, I focus back on the reasoning for her position. I pull the brush backward before letting it swing down, smacking the plastic of it into her behind.

“Sensei!” My kunoichi squeals, jumping forward from the blooming pain.

My eyes skirt over the blooming pink of her behind, the outline of the brush head stamped into her cheek. “Oh, you’re fine spoiled Princess,” I mutter, scanning her body language, making sure she’s not uncomfortable and that the smack wasn’t too hard. I grip her waist, tugging her back into position.

I go back to calming her skin, toying with the pink skin as I watch the way her pussy clenches from the touch, making sure I’ll be able to describe it perfectly in my rough draft tonight. When I’m satisfied with a description, I turn back to spanking her.

I coat her behind in more spankings, switching between her cheeks as I coat them with pink ovals. It’s intoxicating, the sound of the hard plastic colliding with my student’s skin, the sound of her whines and whimpers, the sight of her pussy clenching.

Her juices drip from her cunt, starting to cost her thighs. “Aw, look at that. You like this, don’t you, Sweetheart?” I tease, landing another smack as the fingers not wrapped around the brush dips into her. “Your pussy is all wet from your spankings,” I continue the mockery, sliding my touch through her pussy. “Let me take care of you, Little One,” I hum out, satisfied with the rest run, though we might have to try again if I struggle with my writing process.

I bend down, sliding my lips over her sore skin as I toy with her, ideas of how to spice up the story tumbling around my head. My eyes flicked to the abandoned brush, an idea forming in my head. I’ve heard stories of women getting off with their hairbrushes, I wonder what that would look like, how my pretty Princess would react.

“Sensei?” My Sweet Girl whines, the sound going straight to my dick. She thrusts backward again, only encouraging the growing boner in my pants.

My fingers wrap around the brush again, tugging it up before I line it to her cunt. “Princess?”

I tip the end of the handle into my Sweetheart, getting her to jump forward in response. “What are you doing?!” She yelps, head snapping down between her legs again.

My student is beautiful, with eyes that enchant me every time I see them. God, I’m addicted to this girl. “You need to learn to listen, Little One,” I start, lining the hairbrush against her again. I tip it back into her, moving slowly just in case. I don’t think it will hurt, but it’s a different plastic than a dildo so I’m still going to be careful. “I told you I wanted to practice scenarios for my new book.”

Her pussy shifts open as I press the plastic further into her. My Sweet Girl’s walls clench around it, trying to sink it further into herself. It doesn’t work though, making me a bit smug. “You’re a pervert,” she mumbles, hips rocking in need.

I give her what she wants, slowly thrusting the brush in and out of her. “I’m not a pervert. I can’t write a scene I haven’t acted out, and you, my Sweet Girl, made it very clear you don’t want me doing my research on other women. So, that leaves you.” It’s an honest observation, even from before we were screwing. It’s gotten worse since we started sleeping together, my kunoichi’s jealousy being just as bad as mine.

My eyes drop at the same time my hand does. I snake it between her legs, quick to find her neglected clit. It doesn’t take long for my Little One to come undone. “Sensei,” she whines, her pussy clinging to the brush as she coats it with her cum.

“Princess,” I call back, dipping my head down. I go straight to licking up her mess, enjoying my fix of her as I occasionally brush a kiss or two against her thighs. “This will make a wonderful chapter for my book,” I mutter, thrusting the handle of the brush into her again. I need to make her orgasm with it once more, just to be sure I can describe the situation perfectly. What an obedient student I have, one that’s perfect for my research.

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[jessource]

prompts:　spotify on repeat,　pt ii."

“i hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you.”

“i don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love.”

“i heard you like magic, i got a wand and a rabbit.”

“i want you to stay till i'm in the grave.”

“i'd love if you knew you were on my mind.”

“whether I'm gonna be your wife or gonna smash up your bike, i haven't decided yet.”

“sometimes there's no proof, you just know.”

“i burn for you, and you don't even know my name.”

“heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another. i beg you don't embarrass me motherfucker.”

“i keep finding his things in drawers, crucial evidence, i didn't imagine the whole thing.”

“he said he'd love me all his life but that life was too short.”

“i don't care that you're a stoner.”

“i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside.”

“too soon to tell you i love you.”

“you got a lot of nerve, don't you, baby?”

“i wish you the best for the rest of your life.”

“how am i supposed to leave you now that you're already over?”

“you kicked out the stage lights but you're still performing.”

“no one's touched me there in a damn hot minute.”

“i like my bed, but it likes you, too.”

“baby, don't you like this beat? i made it so you'd sleep with me.”

“people say i'm jealous, but my kink is karma.”

“sometimes i wish i kept some of my feelings in the basement so i'd still have some left.”

“hi, it's [name], i know you just landed and i know you're probably busy but i would love to see you so, call me when you can.”

“kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends.”

“i cry a lot but i am so productive, it's an art.”

“i just don't understand how you don't miss me in the shower and remember how my rain-soaked body was shaking. do you hate me?”

“what's it take to get your number? what's it take to bring you home?”

“you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.”

“you're nothing more than his wife.”

“selfishly don't wanna give you time to be on someone else's lips.”

“i need to confess, i told you a lie. i said you were the love of my life.”

“watch this be the wrong thing, classic.”

“were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?”

“not overdramatic, i know what i want.”

“it isn't asking for a lot for an apology.”

“if the riptide comes to get me and pulls me under, it won't upset me, i'll go down.”

“we been talking for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end.”

“i hate you but i love you just the same.”

“i wake up in the middle of the night with the light on, and you're not here.”

“i thought good guys get to be happy.”

“you have a favorite spot on the swing set. you have no room in your dreams for regrets.”

“got what you wanted, so stop feeling sorry.”

“i apologise if it's a little too much, just a little too soon.”

“birds of a feather, we should stick together.”

“some nights when i get high, i think about him, hope he's doing fine.”

“you don't wanna know how alone i've been.”

“i was forced to marry another man. you still would've been mine.”

“please, please, please don't prove i'm right.”

“i'm tired of you still tied to me.”

“lying to your friends about how he's such a god damn good lover.”

“not forever, just for now.”

“what if i'm with someone forever and never get there?”

“i loved you, and i still do.”

“the old me is still me and maybe the real me.”

“i'm over that son of a bitch.”

“i can't relate to desperation, my give a fucks are on vacation.”

“you can say that we are nothing but you know the truth.”

“i want you to see how you look to me. you wouldn't believe if i told ya'.”

“my hand was the one you reached for.”

“i don't wanna assume this stuff, but ain't it love?”

“i just want you to make a move.”

[gold-pavilion]

Give me your take, is Fyodor dead? I'm panicking

HAHA I KNEW WE'D HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS

THANK YOU

But anyways, from me it's an absolute no.

I'm not worried, to be honest. I mean, with BSD I hardly am, 'cause it's not a series where main cast characters die just like that. But as for Fyodor in particular...

His storyline isn't over at all, so the story isn't at a point where it can release him yet. That's the biggest sign. For his storyline to be covered and wrapped up, there are a couple of things that have yet to come up.

Plot point 1: We've had a huge, huge buildup to unveiling the mystery of his ability. It's been dangled before us for so long, it'd be suuuuper counter-intuitive to get rid of him before the big reveal. Of course, the fact that it was kept unsaid all this time leads me to think what his ability is will be the key piece of some puzzle or another.

Maybe it has to do with immortality/revival, thematically keeping his likeness to a god or godlike figure. Maybe trading life. Maybe something dealing with blood itself. Could be a million things, that might as well ensure his survival here.

Only Sigma would know now, right?

Plot point 2: Asagiri has, so far, not left any of his villains' motivations hidden. Everyone gets their time in the spotlight to expose why they were doing what they were doing, from Mori to Fitz to Guide to Shibusawa to Fukuchi to everyone.

At this point, we don't know Fyodor's motivations beyond a shallow level. He hasn't yet exposed why he sees ability users as such sinful beings. We don't know his story, background or anything about him - we just plain don't know a thing about the guy, haha.

That's my reasoning. But, a couple of observations I'd add:

Fyodor doesn't like to lose. He also hasn't shown an inclination to dying at all (he enjoys that Nikolai wants to try it, but that's different), he has his great mission to accomplish. Would he really look peaceful as he asks the lord why he's forsaken him?

Other than that, how convenient is it that the recognizable, bandaged arm was what came out of the wreckage? It's so perfectly convincing, but so scarce.

This one's a bit more could-be-couldn't-be, but Nikolai was really quiet and out of shot while the helicopter was taking off and crashing. Next moment we see him, he's clearly in a state of emotional shock. How early did the shock of realizing maybe he will lose Fyodor right now set in? Would he have had time to do anything, in a panicked moment? This one's very "maybe not, probably not", but I'm throwing it out here.

But, one last thought: the scene took place at night, the night of the full moon, when the Page was supposed to come into action. Fukuchi was executed at sunset, but Fyodor "died" at night. Could anything be happening behind the scenes at that time?

I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts on this stuff!

Thanks for the question anyways, I'm really happy to be talking bout BSD again!! YOU GUYS MAKE ME FEEL SO AT HOME.

[spotsupstuff]

What do you think about the RW ships? just curious is all.

hmmm.. well! first i do wanna preface this with the obligatory "i'm not hating on anybody with this, u do u and i do me is my genuine philosophy. i'll respect u from the distance if you do the same for me"

aight so i'm not gon list every ship in the fandom that has spawned in outta the stardust n give my specific opinion on it, cuz i'm not exactly keepin up

the only two ships i don't mind n find cute on the paper are NSH x Moon and Arti x Gour cuz both of them have that Old People Love Each Other in Easy Peace Despite The Circumstances Surrounding Them kick to them. i'm a weak bitch for that type of troupe for romantic relationships. not gon do anythin with 'em in my own stuff, though

i find myself more interested in the entirely and wholly platonic interpretation of everything in the game. platonic love is a matter of course, makin the story flow feel more smoother to me for that while also stayin nicely close to that religious narrative of the game (u can fight me on this but the Ancients' religion isn't *wrong*. the bad thing that happened with it is that it was taken to extremes and variety wasn't allowed. i could tell you why riddin oneself of the third and fifth sin isn't a bad idea at all- afterall, i kind of live by that myself!- and what they probably meant by riddin yourself of the sins without the extremist approach)

for the other ships... 🤔

well, the iterators are far too rooted in my head as sibs to vibe with ships with them, but more properly told: • Suns and Pebs are too much of "teacher and naive student" to me and i also find this dynamic more interesting to explore. uuuuu how spicy it is to think of Suns brainwashing Pebs but meaning it well uuuuuuuuuu • Suns and NSH are... let's just say that if i was in NSH's place and Suns talked to me like that i'd slap them so fuckin hard n if i WAS in a romantic relationship with them i'd dump them then and there (not in a bitchy ex kind of way, i'd be still down to talk, but i can't imagine bein in a relationship where the other half calls the most likely inevitable death of your closest friend a "setback" to their brainwashing of that friend's little brother would be Very healthy) • n i think what is the only other iterator ship left, Sliver and Moon... i find it kind of silly, honestly? like as far as *i* know the main reason why that exists is cuz Moon remembers what happened with Sliver after being given her own pearl about some notes she wrote herself on Sliver despite being baround three gazillion bagillion braincells short. i don't really see that as a strong incentive to start shippin 'em cuz like. you give Moon a very solid memory jogger and right in her second set of monologue she states that Sliver is literally a legend among the itties-titties. the best i can compare it to a real life thing is asking an american if they have any idea who Abraham Lincoln was at all. or asking a slovak if they knew who Finally managed to solidly establish our language after centuries of oppression. like of Course you're going to know That even on ur deathbed??? those are incredibly important historical figures for you n your home!!! also c'mon she remembers the feckin bug pupae, if THAT stuck in there this big boy info is def gon be kickin around

as for the slugcats... well ehh..... you can probably guess from what i mainly draw that i'm not Too focused on the slugs, only maybe Hunter so my slugshippin lore knowledge is p weak. when i first saw the slugshippin take off before i started postin bout RW again i thought it was silly to ship animals n still kinda do? 🤷‍♀️ doesn't help that canonically they have no business meeting each other except Monk n Surv (that is a strong No to shippin) and Hunter's writhing corpse n Gour (we are Not ducks we do not support necrophilia). i generally like to stick to the timeline, personally. good world-building. i respect good world-building too much to deviate too hard

BUT! i am going to use my status as pre-Downpour RW veteran and tell you to not listen to the whiny wrinkly babies in the tag that wail about how slugshippin is ruining the fandom. fuck 'em bitches, you do what u wanna (within moral common sense)

[gregor-samsa-but-awezome]

Haiii m postin bout my guilty gear au now so erm

This is mostly j art dump butt I’ll speak bout it a lil because I lov lov lov it so so much.

It’s called RedOrder (based off Side red drama cd and since specifically order-sol is used)

IT features mostly Sol, Sin, and Bedmo (conmtext: i call him bedmo so i don't constally flip flop between Bedman or Romeo). The reason I chose this silly little group of people is because they all deal with loss

I will dabble more about them sepratly in the read more ok bye

(Note: i color coded the text to avoid confusion)

Sol Badguy - Commander of the Order

Sol Badguy, when Ky died, became the commander of the order. He has rejected his humanity to focus just on the order. He is heavily ridden with PTSD from just being in the order and experiencing Ky's death first hand. Nor can he grabble with the fact Ky, is dead, choosing to suppress the memory of him ever existing.

His inhibitor doesn't function as well due to stress and lack of repairs, leaving him with small Horn, wing, and tail appendages visible. But he can usually conceal them under Hair or clothing. As well as having some fangs that slightly poke out of his mouf.

Thats it 4 Sol :3

Sin Badguy - Happy go lucky High Spirts

Since Ky never met Dizzy, Sin was found as an orphan, being young and his simalries to the Late Ky, Sol decided to take Sin under his wing. Thus gaining the 'Badguy' name. Later finding out that the kid was a gear due to his fast growth and ginormous appetite.

Sin views Sol as his father, because he never met his parents due to being so young. He'll refer to Sol usually as 'Dad' but if he chooses to get on Sol's nerves, "Old Man'.

Sin fights with an old abandoned Stop sign he found on a bounty. The reason because, "Just because something says stop- It won't stop me! We gotta keep movin' forward-!"

Romeo F. Neuman - Border of Awake and Asleep

As a young Child, Romeo was always bed-ridden due to an undiscovered condition, which causes his body and mind to shut down due if overused. Eventually, one day he didn't wake up. Going into a comatose-like state, Being trapped into his dreams deep into his subconscious.

When he awoke years later, he wasn't in a hospital anymore. He was at a campsite, and 2 people were attempting to talk to him. Which was Sol and Sin, who found him on a failed bounty. And so, without another purpose, joined in on their bounty hunting group in hopes of finding his sister.

Romeo is described as timid and quiet, muttering unheard paragraphs under his breath, but he lights up like a switchboard if given a task that deals with mechanics.

He treats Sol like a distant ghost, being rather protective of him.

While he treats Sin like a good friend, being the only one who can snap him out of his shell at times.

Ty 4 readin.... i will try to post mor bout it i hope you guys like it. If you wanna make stuff 4 it go for it!1 my dms r open if you have ideas.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Short aftermath of an Oscar and Nun confrontation inspired by Lindsay’s tiktok :)

Oscar blew out smoke, and removed the cigarette from between his teeth as he felt Morris sink onto the crate next to him. He didn’t glance up at his brother as he passed the cigarette to him and leant back against the wall behind him, ignoring the sharp edged bricks digging into his back as he crossed his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” Morris asked, and the question sounded like it was more out of obligation than actual interest but the morning had been quiet, Morris having to run an errand for Uncle Weis, so he decided to give a proper answer.

Oscar rolled his neck a little. “The Nuns.”

“The Nuns?”

Oscar fixed his gaze on the group of five or six of them still standing around the small cart they pushed with them, filled with coffee and stale bread, observing the way they were flitting around it and talking between each-other and every so often not so subtly throwing looks their way.

“You tell em’ I’m a bastard?” Oscar asked, casual, non-committal.

“Why the hell would I? They say somethin’ to you?”

“One of ‘em tried to give me coffee.”

He felt Morris shrug. “You look like you need it.”

He shoved Morris’s knee with his own. “Yeah, cause you don’t fuckin’ sleep, talkin’ bullshit all night.”

It was Morris’s turn to roll his eyes as he passed him back the cigarette. “That all though? You don’t get this pissed off about someone offering you coffee unless it’s me and the sun ain’t up yet.”

“She said I should go ask God for forgiveness of my sins.” He paused and ran a finger over the bruised knuckles of his left hand before bringing the smoke to his lips again and inhaling, feeling the warmth of it spread through his chest; it was getting cold these days late November. “Y’know, bein’ born n’ all that stuff I had a choice in.”

It took Morris a moment to answer.

“Well, they ain’t gonna be right ‘bout everythin’”

One of the nuns glanced over at them again, making direct eye contact with Oscar before quickly redirecting her gaze.

“Why do they keep lookin’ at you like that?”

And the sigh was evident in Morris’s voice, not that Oscar particularly cared, Morris would show up at church again on Sunday and be fawned over by the nuns who were just so pleased he has set foot on the right path. Which was ironic considering last night Oscar had watched him grab a kids arm so hard he was left with bruises when the kid, maybe eight at most, had made the unlucky mistake of trying to pick his pocket; Morris had left the kid shoved into a wall with a threat to keep his hands to ‘imself, which Oscar was sure was real godlike, but he didn’t say that part out loud.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

“Told ‘em to fuck off.”

“Christ Oscar.”

“What’s it matter huh?”

Morris snorted out a laugh. “You shoulda just accepted the coffee.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Shoulda told her I weren’t baptised and watched her faint.”

[sin-content]

YUPPI >v <!!

IM ONE YEAR OLDER NOW PFFFT

I feel anciant✨️✨️✨️

👁👁

[sins-cheotic-mess]

A sinners first post

[fanfic-lover-girl]

I was goin thru ur blog n i saw a poll about who draco bullies n ron won but doesn't ron always start first whenever draco comes? isnt dracos focus only on harry n draco only focus on ron if he started on draco i read it from another blog long ago

also i saw ur answer to anons ask about ron deserving better n reblog about percy i also dont get how ron deserves better if compared to better friends maybe he does but overall ron is bad too lyk w how he treats percy despite percy caring for him the most, displays bout of jealousies n belittles others n hypocritical w muggles n pure blood beliefs

Hey anon. I don't want to be a jerk but please improve your writing expression. Reading this gave me a headache.

Anyway, let's get into it.

doesn't ron always start first whenever draco comes? isnt dracos focus only on harry n draco only focus on ron if he started on draco

Nope. I love Draco but I can't excuse his sins. While I believe Hermione and Harry are not as victimized by Draco as fandom claims, I can't say the same for Ron. I am struggling to think of a time when Ron attacked Draco first unprovoked, except for the scene in DH where Ron punched a defenceless Draco.

If you want, here are some examples of Draco provoking Ron and not (solely) focusing on Harry:

Book 5, Ch 21

“I’m surprised so many people could see them,” said Ron. “Three in a class —” “Yeah, Weasley, we were just wondering,” said a malicious voice nearby. Unheard by any of them in the muffling snow, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were walking along right behind them. “D’you reckon if you saw someone snuff it you’d be able to see the Quaffle better?” He, Crabbe, and Goyle roared with laughter as they pushed past on their way to the castle and then broke into a chorus of “Weasley Is Our King.” Ron’s ears turned scarlet.

Book 4, Ch 11

“We saw him right up close, as well,” said Ron. “We were in the Top Box —” “For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.” Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer. Evi- dently they had overheard the conversation through the compart- ment door, which Dean and Seamus had left ajar. “Don’t remember asking you to join us, Malfoy,” said Harry coolly. “Weasley . . . what is that?” said Malfoy, pointing at Pigwid- geon’s cage. A sleeve of Ron’s dress robes was dangling from it, swaying with the motion of the train, the moldy lace cuff very obvious. Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled. “Look at this!” said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron’s robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle, “Weasley, you weren’t thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean — they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety. . . .” “Eat dung, Malfoy!” said Ron, the same color as the dress robes as he snatched them back out of Malfoy’s grip. Malfoy howled with derisive laughter; Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly. “So . . . going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There’s money involved as well, you know . . . you’d be able to afford some decent robes if you won. . . .” “What are you talking about?” snapped Ron. “Are you going to enter?” Malfoy repeated. “I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?” “Either explain what you’re on about or go away, Malfoy,” said Hermione testily, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4. A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy’s pale face. “Don’t tell me you don’t know?” he said delightedly. “You’ve got a father and brother at the Ministry and you don’t even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago . . . heard it from Cor- nelius Fudge. But then, Father’s always associated with the top people at the Ministry. . . . Maybe your father’s too junior to know about it, Weasley . . . yes . . . they probably don’t talk about impor- tant stuff in front of him. . . .” Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared. Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered.

For all Draco is obsessed with Harry, there are several times where he ignores Harry and focuses on making Ron miserable.

also i saw ur answer to anons ask about ron deserving better n reblog about percy i also dont get how ron deserves better if compared to better friends

I literally don't understand what you are saying.

maybe he does but overall ron is bad too lyk w how he treats percy despite percy caring for him the most, displays bout of jealousies n belittles others n hypocritical w muggles n pure blood beliefs

I never said Ron was not flawed. Yes, Ron treats Percy badly and he has moments of ugly jealousy. But it does not lessen my opinion that Ron is a better friend to Hermione and Harry than they are to him. I wish he had another love interest and another best friend. To me, Ron is the most lovable of the three. He's also pretty relatable to me. Not sure how Ron is hypocritical about muggles?? Yeah, the Weasleys have their own prejudices, such as their scorn for squibs but Arthur is the main culprit for treating muggles like zoo animals, not Ron. Ron does not hold any major bigoted pureblood beliefs that I can recall.

I like Ron a lot, he's my favourite of the trio. And I doubt anything will change that.

[lynnarang]

A Family Found 3

Ding!

As the oven timer went off, I hurriedly fetched the oven mitts that fit too loosely over my porcelain fingers, removing the tray of scones to cool on the stove-top.

My witch had company today and it wouldn't do for their snacks to be the least bit burnt.

While gathering the freshly made jam for the toppings, I heard footsteps echoing through the adjacent to the kitchen. Too heavy to be my witch or her other doll, I felt my now non-existent lungs crawling up my throat as my body tensed up in anxiety.

For a brief moment, fear overtook my senses, the sight of the hunter entering the room coating my thoughts in vague memories of days I wasn't supposed to remember.

I only relaxed when I saw their familiar face and remembered that this was the guest my witch was entertaining.

"There you are, was lookin' for ya."

"s-sorry ma'am, they aren't quite ready yet…"

I stammer out, quickly lowering my eyes before I'm scolded for letting them wander.

"Hmm? Oh I ain't here for the snacks, just uh, wanted to check up on you. Everything been okay here?"

It'd been a few months since I arrived, away from my old witch…

The thought of her scratches at the walls of my mind, her mangled corpse and too cruel smile.

"t-this one is fine ma'am, you needn't worry yourself!!"

The hunter's concerned eyes told that me I was unconvincing.

"It's okay to say no, little one. Ain't no one gonna judge you for needin' time.."

I tried to offer a placating smile, although something about the hunter seemed.. off. Like she wasn't looking at me but at someone who used to be standing where I stood.

"w… what was this one like, before its conversion."

It took every bit of willpower left in my body to look into the hunter's eyes and ask that question, forcing it out like bile that's taste still clung to my throat.

"I.. I don't think you're ready to talk 'bout that yet."

The hunter seemed equally uncomfortable when met with the sudden inquiry, but she knew she couldn't run. For all my difficulty in looking away from others' gaze, I knew she struggled to meet my own.

"this one doesn't think it can.. heal, unless it knows. Was it.. a bad person?"

The hunter swallowed too audibly, looking somewhere far in the distance.

"I.. I can't rightly say any hunter could be a good person."

"yuu always calls you the good hunter"

"That's a bit like calling horse-dung fragrant. Look, you… you weren't as bad as some others."

"but I-"

The doll shrieked, body recoiling from the improper language, it's hastily chopped up self-hood taking a moment to resettle.

I blinked up at the hunter as I cleared my throat again, taking a moment to recollect myself.

"but this one was bad, it did bad things yes?"

The look in her eyes made me pity her a bit, having to put up with the memories of the person I once was.

"…yes."

"that's good, then this one deserv-"

"No!"

The hunter's sudden interruption made me tremble, scaring me into dropping the jam I forgot I was holding.

"sorrysorrysorry"

Some part of me went into auto-pilot, my limbs refusing to stop jittering as I hastily cleaned up the mess I'd made. Stupid doll..

"No I.. I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that…"

The next thing I knew, I was being wrapped in the most awkward, uncomfortable hug I'd ever felt… yet somehow it was familiar and calming all the same. I let myself lean in, my shivers smoothing out.

"You did some bad stuff, but that doesn't mean you deserved what happened."

"Before everything happened we… we were friends once. More than that, maybe, but I've.. never been the best about reading into stuff. You saved my hide a few times and… Well, I looked the other way for you. Your sins are my own, in a way."

I felt like I was standing above a pond of murky water, her words sending ripples, that revealed vague impressions of memories beneath.

I remembered her favorite alcohol but not where we drank it, I remember seeing that scar on her cheek when it was still a fresh cut.

But the more I remember, the more eludes me.. So many blood-scented memories that I'm scared to reach into the water to pull out, so much pain and sorrow both felt and caused…

"t..this one would like to know what its name was."

The hunter stared down at me, hesitating.

"Your witch warned me that I shouldn't use it until you're ready… that it might hurt you to know it."

"this one thinks not knowing is an even worse pain."

I knew it was unlikely she would tell me, with the fear in her eyes, but-

"Ai. Your name was Ai."

A flood of memories shot through my head, pain filling my every strand of thought, reaching for memories long lost. My fifth birthday. My first hunt.

The blood.. I realize the murkiness in my memories was not that witch's doing, but the blood I'd spilt.

"Easy.. Shh, it's okay, you're okay…"

I came back to reality to find myself sobbing, held not by the hunter but by my witch. She was cradling my too small form, rocking it gently. It was.. soothing… For once the sight of my witch did not instill fear, but instead comfort.

"You weren't ready to hear that yet, little one, but perhaps this is for the best… Are you feeling alright, ai?"

The name still felt strange, as though it were both my own and completely foreign. I nodded regardless.

"y-yes miss.. ai just.. had a bit of a headache…"

For the first time I see her smile, not because she rarely did so but because I had never been able to look upon her face like this.

"Good doll. Drift into the dream for me now, we'll discuss your memories when you awaken."

"but the scones.."

"I can spread my own jam dear."

Without further fussing, I obeyed. The memories still lined my thoughts like raw scabs, but the soothing commands of my witch blanketed over them, for now. There were still so many empty spaces in my thoughts, so many questions but…

ai could think about all that tomorrow.

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Find the Word tag IX

I was tagged by @impaledlotus!! Thank <3

My words are lost, sigh, sing, & angel!

Lost (Echoseers, Ember POV):

“You want to talk, Ember?”

He looks directly at my hiding spot, and I have to fight the instinct to deflate, because this is far from the first time I’ve lost a match of hide-and-seek to my scrawny, too-smart little brother.

Instead, I slip out of the alcove and take him up on his offer.

Sigh (Goddess-Touched, Annie POV; Content warning: Description of corpses, allusions to drowning):

“Bad.” She purses her lips, muffles another cough in cloth. “Handful of people in the Commune said they saw monsters in the water. Two up and walked into the ocean last night with ‘bout a dozen others, like they were sleeping and couldn’t wake. Haven’t washed up yet.”

I hear Ember’s strangled sobs, their description of [REDACTED]’s bloated corpse, and have to set the teacup down for fear of breaking it.

“What...” I sigh, swiping stray hair out of my eyes. “What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

Sing (Echoseers, Ember POV):

He nods, somber. “What do you remember of her?”

“I was born in the small orchard she kept. The fruit always tasted the sweetest of anything, but that might just be nostalgia.” My eyes drift to the flames, and then to the stars. “She gave the best hugs, and she taught me and Nimbus how to read before we even started school. And she liked to sing while she cooked, so we knew she was right there if we got hurt in the living room.”

Typha’s smile is soft, when I find him again as my few memories fade back into the periphery of my mind.

“She sounds like someone I knew, once.”

Angel - never used! Angels don't exist in the Ehlverse, and I'm even working on removing references to hell and devilish/demonic in favor of things that make more sense for their religion! Especially since there's not really a concept of "sin", at least not anything the Goddesses themselves will ever punish someone for. Hurting others is more likely to make them upset, but only because it's, like, their own creation self-destructing, in a way.

And I haven't written enough non-Ehlverse stuff to have ever referenced angels either 😅

I'll tag, in return: @blind-the-winds, @writeblrfantasy, @lanawritesalittle, @faithfire, and @space-cadead! As always, absolutely 0 pressure, and feel free to treat this like an open tag if you like the word list I give ya!

Your words are hide, cup, break, memory, and monster!

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Here Are All of the 2022 American Music Awards Winners

November 20, 2022 8:05 PM PST

The American Music Awards took place Sunday evening live from Los Angeles’ Microsoft Theater.

Check out the full list of winners below.

New artist of the year Dove Cameron — WINNER Gayle Latto Måneskin Steve Lacy

Collaboration of the year Carolina Gaitán, Mauro Castillo, Adassa, Rhenzy Feliz, Diane Guerrero, Stephanie Beatriz & Encanto Cast, “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” Elton John & Dua Lipa, “Cold Heart – PNAU Remix” — WINNER Future ft. Drake & Tems, “Wait For U” Lil Nas X ft. Jack Harlow, “Industry Baby” The Kid LAROI & Justin Bieber, “Stay”

Favorite touring artist Bad Bunny Coldplay — WINNER Ed Sheeran Elton John The Rolling Stones

Favorite music video Adele, “Easy on Me” Bad Bunny ft. Chencho Corleone, “Me Porto Bonito” Harry Styles, “As It Was” Lil Nas X ft. Jack Harlow, “Industry Baby” Taylor Swift, “All Too Well (Taylor’s Version)” — WINNER

Favorite male pop artist Bad Bunny Drake Ed Sheeran Harry Styles — WINNER The Weeknd

Favorite female pop artist Adele Beyoncé Doja Cat Lizzo Taylor Swift — WINNER

Favorite pop duo or group BTS — WINNER Coldplay Imagine Dragons Måneskin OneRepublic

Favorite pop album Adele, 30 Bad Bunny, Un Verano Sin Ti Beyoncé, Renaissance Harry Styles, Harry’s House Taylor Swift, Red (Taylor’s Version) — WINNER The Weeknd, Dawn FM

Favorite pop song Adele, “Easy on Me” Carolina Gaitán, Mauro Castillo, Adassa, Rhenzy Feliz, Diane Guerrero, Stephanie Beatriz & Encanto Cast, “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” Harry Styles, “As It Was” — WINNER Lizzo, “About Damn Time” The Kid LAROI & Justin Bieber, “Stay”

Favorite male country artist Chris Stapleton Cody Johnson Luke Combs Morgan Wallen — WINNER Walker Hayes

Favorite female country artist Carrie Underwood Lainey Wilson Maren Morris Miranda Lambert Taylor Swift — WINNER

Favorite country duo or group Dan + Shay — WINNER Lady A Old Dominion Parmalee Zac Brown Band

Favorite country album Carrie Underwood, Denim & Rhinestones Luke Combs, Growin’ Up Cody Johnson, Human: The Double Album Taylor Swift, Red (Taylor’s Version) — WINNER Walker Hayes, Country Stuff: The Album

Favorite country song Chris Stapleton, “You Should Probably Leave” Cody Johnson, “’Til You Can’t” Dustin Lynch ft. MacKenzie Porter, “Thinking ‘Bout You” Jordan Davis ft. Luke Bryan, “Buy Dirt” Morgan Wallen, “Wasted on You” — WINNER

Favorite male hip-hop artist Drake Future Kendrick Lamar — WINNER Lil Baby Lil Durk

Favorite female hip-hop artist Cardi B GloRilla Latto Megan Thee Stallion Nicki Minaj — WINNER

Favorite hip-hop album Future, I Never Liked You Gunna, DS4EVER Kendrick Lamar, Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers — WINNER Lil Durk, 7220 Polo G, Hall of Fame 2.0

Favorite hip-hop song Future ft. Drake & Tems, “Wait For U” — WINNER Jack Harlow, “First Class” Kodak Black, “Super Gremlin” Latto, “Big Energy” Lil Nas X ft. Jack Harlow, “Industry Baby”

Favorite male R&B artist Brent Faiyaz Chris Brown — WINNER Giv?on Lucky Daye The Weeknd

Favorite female R&B artist Beyoncé — WINNER Doja Cat Muni Long Summer Walker SZA

Favorite R&B album Beyoncé, Renaissance — WINNER Drake, Honestly, Nevermind Silk Sonic (Bruno Mars & Anderson .Paak), An Evening with Silk Sonic Summer Walker, Still Over It The Weeknd, Dawn FM

Favorite R&B song Beyoncé, “Break My Soul” — WINNER Muni Long, “Hrs And Hrs” Silk Sonic (Bruno Mars & Anderson .Paak), “Smokin Out The Window” SZA, “I Hate U” Wizkid ft. Tems, “Essence”

Favorite male Latin artist Bad Bunny — WINNER Farruko J Balvin Jhayco Rauw Alejandro

Favorite female Latin artist Anitta — WINNER Becky G Kali Uchis Karol G Rosalía

Favorite Latin duo or group Banda MS de Sergio Lizárraga Calibre 50 Eslabon Armado Grupo Firme Yahritza Y Su Esencia — WINNER

Favorite Latin album Bad Bunny, Un Verano Sin Ti — WINNER Farruko, La 167 J Balvin, Jose Rauw Alejandro, Vice Versa Rosalía, Motomami

Favorite Latin song Bad Bunny ft. Chencho Corleone, “Me Porto Bonito” Becky G x Karol G, “MAMIII” Karol G, “Provenza” Rauw Alejandro, “Todo de Ti” Sebastián Yatra, “Dos Oruguitas” — WINNER

Favorite rock artist Imagine Dragons Machine Gun Kelly — WINNER Måneskin Red Hot Chili Peppers The Lumineers

Favorite rock song Foo Fighters, “Love Dies Young” Imagine Dragons x JID, “Enemy” Kate Bush, “Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)” Måneskin, “Beggin’” — WINNER Red Hot Chili Peppers, “Black Summer”

Favorite rock album Coldplay, Music of the Spheres Ghost, Impera — WINNER Imagine Dragons, Mercury – Act 1 Machine Gun Kelly, mainstream sellout Red Hot Chili Peppers, Unlimited Love

Favorite inspirational artist Anne Wilson for King & Country — WINNER Katy Nichole Matthew West Phil Wickham

Favorite gospel artist CeCe Winans DOE E. Dewey Smith Maverick City Music Tamela Mann — WINNER

Favorite dance/electronic artist Diplo Marshmello — WINNER Swedish House Mafia The Chainsmokers Tiësto

Favorite soundtrack ELVIS — WINNER Encanto Sing 2 Stranger Things: Soundtrack from the Netflix Series, Season 4 Top Gun: Maverick

Favorite Afrobeats artist Burna Boy CKay Fireboy DML Tems Wizkid — WINNER

Favorite K-pop artist Blackpink BTS — WINNER Seventeen Tomorrow X Together Twice

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