#pray for my inking stage

[queerscape00]

Just in case I ruin him 🥲

#pray for my inking stage #drawing #art #artists on tumblr #cute art #cute toad art #toad #frog #cute toad #cute frog #pencil drawing

[tobitenkit]

people will warn you about the pain of getting tattoos at any possible opportunity but nobody warns you about how having a healing tattoo is thee most itchy you will ever be in your entire life and you aren't allowed to scratch it

#this brought to you by me being back in the itchy stage again #i'll sit in that chair for six hours no problem!!! but that ink starts flaking off and my skin starts itching and i am. losing my mind #its so worth it but the itchies should be up there with the ouchies warnings for people #anyway. i'm in hell. save me tattoo aftercare ointment #🌿 #pray for me when i get my knee done i am going to glue mittens on #tattoos

[onexeyedxtwin]

[Tag dump... Again... Save me.]

#the other ink demon: claudius the inkubus #don't remeber it; don't return to it: musings/isms #abandon the scenery: aesthetics #a pretty line of white noise: wardrobe #i try to pray for a new reality: desires #honey i'm home: ship aesthetic #pack up your bags and throw out the toys: inventory #a vivisection of me done by god for all to see: character study/about #center stage: ic post #outofink #tumblr please... #remember my tags please.

[thecoochiefairy]

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖔��𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞

━━ 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑦 .ᐟ getou + gojo.

warnings 𑄽𑄺 9.7K word count. sex in a church, priests getou + gojo, talks of religion; catholic/christianity. third person omniscient pov, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, sweet sex, hair pulling, squirting,creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, masturbation, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, a lil degrading, condomless sex, kissing, spanking, aggressive + cocky getou + gojo, minors aren’t welcome!

song to play while listening; 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 ; 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ ; surprise ;) once again, dedicated to my life, my love, my soulmate @hellavile . a lil’ fun fact, i am a christian girlie. but…i just couldn’t help myself. enjoy.

SITTING THROUGH THIS ENTIRE SERVICE WASN’T ON HER TO-DO LIST. YET, SHE FELT STUCK IN HER SEAT. Her eyes trail along the crowded room, seeing heads are bowed as they intimately whisper to themselves, guiding their own sense of mind in devotion to them. Not necessarily them, but at least that’s how she perceived it.

She feels like she’s the only person that isn’t taking this time to pray. Shit, she might be. Instead her eyes stare directly to the stage of the cathedral, eyeing the two men who seem to lead this congregation. She had been here only a handful of times, seating herself in the back as she curiously listened to sermons, wondering if they’d even stick with her. They hadn’t. She wanted to understand why such powerful words wouldn’t berate her mind outside of this building. Maybe she truly wasn’t a believer. Or maybe she was just distracted…by them.

She eyes them one by one. The one standing to the left stares stoically into the crowd with his darkly hooded eyes, pale skin and onyx hair longer than she could imagine. It was elegantly tied into a low bun today, a tendril of it separating from the group with his every movement. He’s covered in an all black suit, her eyes noticing the ink that swims beneath the wrists of his blazer, crawling all the way to his neck, hiding beneath the material of his clothes. A pair of tiny silver balls sink into his right eyebrow, a piercing she wouldn’t assume to be on a man of his stature. His eyebrows are constantly furrowed when he looks around, an almost disdain to his face.

They were like night and day standing next to each other. On the right, his calm expression seems more welcoming. His eyebrows don’t furrow as he stares, icy blue eyes striking into her chest without his attempt. His hair is as light as angels wings. His body is clean of any marking or holes, frame captured in a matching black suit. They were complete opposites. Another thing she noticed, despite the innocent physical stature of this man, a mischievous glint sat in those captivating eyes. More mischievous than a tattooed and pierced-man could ever hold.

It constantly piqued her own curiosity on why anytime she came here that instead of listening to them speak, she just watched the way they moved. It was a confidence, a leadership that clearly brought people together. A dominance. She wondered if they were dominant in other parts of their life, too. As she brings herself out of her thoughts, she notices two pairs of eyes have taken attention of her, regardless of being all the way in the back. She brings her eyes back down to her notes.

Members begin to exit as they’re released from service, her eyes following the line of people that stand.

“All new members are welcomed to meet the Priest,” a voice announces from the side of the stage. Her attention pulls back to the podium they stand beside, shaking people’s hands, kissing babies, she could’ve rolled her eyes. They were like celebrities.

There were multiple opportunities for her to meet the leaders of the church, but to risk the embarrassment of admitting that she was instantly enthralled by them, she would quickly duck her head out minutes before everyone was released. But she knew in order to strengthen her relationship with god—the whole reason she was here—she needed to stop being a wuss.

Gathering the miniature Bible and her notebook, she keeps them in one hand as she picks her dress slightly off of the ground, standing as the last person in line. The line had now shortened as everyone was beginning to leave, her head turning back in hopes that she really wouldn’t be the last person. Her luck was also shit.

She takes a deep breath as she lifts her stiletto heel onto the stage, bringing her face to meet the two men she thought so much of. They were just as intimidating up close. They both stare intensely at her, starting from her heels, to the black long sleeve top she wears that clings to her full breast and small waist. A pair of wide hips and an elongated torso are camouflaged underneath her snug black skirt.

As she strides up to them, her equally onyx hair is in an updo, a pink butterfly keeping it clipped together. A thick piece is curled and flowing on the side of her face with every step she takes. They both take in her curvy figure, following all the way up to her heart shaped lips, star shaped diamond pierced within her face, nose ring shining in the light. She definitely wasn’t anyone they’d seen before.

Her almond shaped eyes sparkle at them as she places her hand out, “That was a great sermon, Father,” She lies.

A tattooed hand reaches out and takes hers within his larger palm as he replies, “I appreciate that. And your name is?”

“Solana,” she replies softly. Her eyes come down as she sees he hadn’t released her hand yet.

“Beautiful. It fits you,” he observes, she’s not sure it’s a compliment as he remains serious, “Are you a new member? You don’t look like a familiar face.”

“Uh…not necessarily a member as of yet. I’m just…scouting for a new church,” She corrects, still seeing he’s holding her hand, “I’m a bit surprised to see that the Priests are so…young. I didn’t catch your names.”

He finally releases her hand, blue eyes twinkling beside him in amusement as he then joins the conversation, “Suguru’s two years older than me. Meaning he’s old. I’m young, I’m Satoru,” he takes her hand, his grip more softer than Suguru’s.

“Father Satoru?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Not yet, I’m mentoring him. For now he’s a Deacon, but most of the people in the church refer to him as Father Satoru,” Suguru replies, ignoring Satoru’s age comment.

“Oh, so you’re the one that runs this place?” She questions.

“With an iron fist,” Satoru interrupts. Suguru looks over at him with a slightly annoyed scrunch to his face.

“My father was in charge before me. It was passed down sooner than I thought due to him becoming sick,” Suguru explains, “What did you like about the sermon?”

“Tell him what’s in your notes,” Satoru points out. Solana looks over to him, hating that she was intuitive about the mischief in those damn eyes. She chuckles.

“It wasn’t much. Nothing to really tell,” she explains, keeping her attention to Suguru.

“Tell me then. I’m curious,” he prods.

Shit. Honestly, she was just being polite. She didn’t want her first introduction to be playing Devil’s Advocate.

She then speaks, “Well…your topic today was the temptation of lust. A constant debate of whether it’s someone’s true test of keeping their vows to god—I’d say people are just human with helpless desires,” She recites, “You see, I’m trying to build a personal relationship with him. Coming to church was a mere curiosity. I had a feeling that some things being said I wouldn’t necessarily agree with, hence me taking notes.”

Suguru’s eyebrows raise in mild surprise, “So I’m assuming you’re not entirely a believer, then?”

“Trying to be, Father,” she corrects briefly, “It’s just hard. Some things seem entirely unrealistic…I don’t mean to be nosey, but looking at all the work you have on your body that seems to travel beneath your clothes, there was a time you weren’t entirely a believer either, was there?”

Satoru grins, Suguru now raising a single eyebrow. It didn’t shock him for her astuteness.

“Sorry…” she mutters, a small smile on her lips, “I come from a time where church was extremely small-minded and traditional. To see you and all of your physical differences from a regular Priest, it’s just a bit shocking. May I ask, how do the older members perceive you?”

She then wants to face palm herself as she hears her own words. Solana curses, “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. I mean—crap—I mean— I was just referring to your tattoos and piercings,” she mutters.

“You seem more fascinated by my appearance rather than the sermon itself, Solana,” he calls her full name, wanting her attention.

“‘Fascinated’ wouldn’t be the word, perhaps, bewitched? Beguiled?” Satoru taunts.

“None of the above. But I’d say you’re a bit presumptuous, Father Satoru?” She mockingly replies.

“Would you rather I use the word curious, then?” Suguru asks.

“I could just be a curious person in general. Maybe I’m just bored, don’t assume too much about me,” Solana shrugs, “Plus, isn’t curiosity a sin within the Bible?”

His dark eyes pierce into hers. “Hm. That’s true, I shouldn’t assume. But curiosity is a virtue, not a sin. Though I imagine members in my congregation might disagree. I’ll have to bring that up in the next service.”

She tilts her head, “Seems like I might miss that service, then. I don’t recall agreeing to come back…” she thinks to herself.

“Cute,” Satoru eyes her up and down, “You’ll be back.”

“‘Shed light on the proud, haughty, and insolent behaviors that underlie arrogance,’” She recited, “Proverbs. Curiosity may be a virtue, but narcissism isn’t,” She speaks, referring to his assumptions of being captivated by him. Sure, damned her if she was. But he didn’t need to know that.

“The non-believer has read almost every inch of the Bible, it seems,” Suguru leans against the podium, his face twitching.

“…But then again, perhaps you’re merely trying to impress us. A girl as beautiful as you knows how to get your way,” Satoru adds.

“Is it working?” She then asks.

“Nah,” Suguru responds.

Solana raises her eyebrows, “‘Nah?’ Is the Priest off of the clock?”

“Talking to you? Might be, you’re trouble,” Satoru replies.

“Says the unorthodox Priest and his vexing Deacon.”

Satoru puts his hand over his chest, “Offensive.”

“You and Satoru gonna’ keep flirting or are you gonna hand me that notebook of yours?” Suguru asks, Solana bringing her eyes back to him.

“Mmm, I won’t. I have to get going soon and prepare for work.”

“Where do you work?” Satoru asks.

“I work from home. I’m a Cam Girl,” She calmly responds. When the both of them have frowns come upon their face, she looks between the two as she continues, “You know, the ones that take their clothes off and—“

“Alright.”

“I’m aware of what it is.”

They both say this at the same time, Solana amused at their dismissiveness. She’s surprised at how open the conversation is, even with their hierarchy, they make her feel as comfortable as possible. They felt like two male friends in the span of one conversation. The thing was, she didn’t want them as just friends.

“Clock in, do what you gotta do. But you’ll be here again next service with a new set of notes for me, I expect you to pay attention to my sermon. I’m a bit impatient. Cool?” Suguru asks.

“But—“

“Good,” Satoru cuts her off, “Welcome, member.”

“I never agreed—“

“Who asked?” Suguru questions. Satoru shrugs his shoulders.

Solana looks between the two men, silver crosses around their necks, a facade they played all too well in front of everyone else. This was the first time in her life that she didn’t have a man wrapped around all of her fingers, instead she was wrapped in each of theirs.

“Fine,” She doesn’t argue, pressing her hands behind her back. She can feel her face becoming warm.

“Huh,” Satoru crosses his arms, light hair swaying as he tilts his head to look at her.

“What?” She asks.

“To be this… ‘Cam Girl’ you mentioned, I’m assuming you’re usually the one in control. But now you seem…so submissive,” Suguru observes. The intensity in his eyes was something she didn’t see in Satoru’s. This man was much harder to read.

“We make her nervous,” Satoru states, not questions.

Her mouth goes slightly agape as they ricochet off of each other. She has no time to reply or find a smart-ass comeback. She can’t help but become a little irritated with this newfound characteristic of herself—intimidation. She puts on a fake smile as she nods her head towards the both of them, turning as she makes her way down the aisle towards the exit.

“We’ll be waiting for those notes, Solana,” Satoru calls.

“He’ll be waiting. I expect them in my hand,” Suguru finalizes, she doesn’t notice his eyes falling down to her ass.

She hoped that these two would be the complete opposite of what she imagined them to be before their meeting. Angelic, innocent, pure. But as she spoke with them, watching as they observed her every move, and told her what she was going to do, she seemed to be wrong. Devilish, guilty, impure. To make matters worse, she was going to do exactly what was asked of her. Motherfuckers.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

A couple of weeks had gone by. It was the same routine, sitting in the back of the service as she listened to Suguru preach, taking her own interpretations of his words. She noticed the brief looks he’d give over to her. Satoru winked. As service ended she would politely speak to the both of them as she handed Suguru her notes, unable to fully make eye-contact. Here was the issue. The first time she saw them, all she could think was how badly she wanted them to fuck her. She thought it was a mere attraction. But as every interaction surpassed, the thought became worse. Was she losing her mind?

She was coming to know the two men that everyone adored. As she wished that she only adored them, she felt cursed with vivid dreams and fantasies she couldn’t rid herself of. Every time she looked at Suguru’s perfect face, long onyx hair, gauges in his ears, eyebrow piercing. The tattoos that hid beneath his clothes. Satoru’s light hair and cocky-son-of-a-bitch smirk. On the other hand, her reactions weren’t something that went unnoticed. The sudden flush of her cheeks intrigued them as they noticed her out of the corner of their eye.

She wasn’t like the other women that swooned over them, falling victim to their charms without any fight. She had always kept an arms length from the two, seemingly unaffected by their charisma and allure that drew others to them so easily. At least she pretended well enough.

They could sense her hesitation, the slight quiver of her bottom lip as they watched her from the front. She always kept her gaze away from them, eyes focused elsewhere.

A shiver came down her spine anytime Suguru shook her hand, the thought of that hand slamming down against her ass as he spanked her. Anytime Satoru looked her in the eyes, she imagined him staring down at her as she moaned in pleasure beneath him. Anytime they both spoke to her, she could hear them within her ear, whispering dirty blasphemies. She’d seen handsome men before. Why the hell were they so hard to remove from her mind? It had to be the forbidden fact that they were the church's chairmen, and she was only a member. It aroused her.

They noticed with more interaction that she distanced herself farther. The way her eyes always darted away, the flush in her face. She was always so…hesitant and reserved.

These qualities made her all the more enticing, Satoru found her obedience adorable. Suguru was losing his patience.

Nonetheless, every interaction showed how completely opposite they were. There were times that she assumed Suguru was the least bit interested, but then she would notice the looks he gave her. Like a predator patiently awaiting for its prey to look away before it made its attack. Satoru spoke with confidence, offering his hand when Solana was too afraid to reach out for it. But she couldn’t lie, there was a sense of arrogance to him. A cockiness where he knew the things she was feeling. Almost as if he could read her every thought.

As another service ended, she stood behind a group of women that spoke to them, waiting for her turn. They all turned towards her, eyes wicked and wanting to drain life from her presence. Just like they stared, she raised an eyebrow as she stared back, turning her head and watching until they walked out of the door.

“The hell are they looking at?” She twists her head.

“Solana,” Suguru calls, an irritation to his tone.

“Oh. Okay. The fuck,” she muttered to herself, apologizing in her head for the curse. She then brushes off the interaction as she speaks, “Good morning, I was just bringing my notes to you, Father. Didn’t mean to send away your groupies.”

“Groupies?” Suguru repeats.

“I’d say more devoted members,” Satoru corrects.

“Same difference. They all have more than one way of getting on their knees for either of you,” She fires politely.

Satoru raises his eyebrows, “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she turns her head back to Suguru. He noticed the way her dress clung tightly to her frame, the subtle way it emphasized her hips. The way it highlighted her figure was almost distracting, almost intoxicating. He fought back the urge to stare, to ogle, to fantasize...

“How are you today?” She asks him.

His eyes flickered for a moment with amusement. She was so different from the rest of the women who came to this church. Instead of replying, he tilted his head to the side and took in a few seconds before shrugging. "I feel fine." he spoke, his voice still rich with annoyance. But there would be no breaking his poise, no cracking his self-assured exterior.

Although at times she couldn’t stand Satoru’s more extroverted character, she sometimes wished Suguru was a little more open with her. It frustrated her as he was always short, but his eyes told something different.

“Good,” she replied softly. She then pulled her notes from the pages between her Bible, lifting her hand out to him.

He reached out to take the pages from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. He noticed how her hands trembled slightly as if she were nervous, how the tips of her fingers were lightly stained black from the ink. His glance scanned the room filled with his congregation, people chatting away with one another, exchanging pleasantries as they exited the church. But he couldn't help his gaze, constantly drifting back to Solana.

“I apologize for my indignation, Father,” Solana shakes her head.

"No need to apologize." he spoke. And for a split second, another hint of amusement crosses his face as he notices her blush reemerging after she offers an apology. It was always so innocent, that flush of red on her cheeks, almost comparable to a little girl.

He couldn't help himself from wondering whether she was truly as timid as she seemed on the outside.

“I…what’s so funny?” She asks, realizing as he looks to be entertained.

“Your…covetousness…it’s cute,” Satoru replies.

“Nothing,” Suguru says.

He wanted to reprimand her for the foul mouth she had, imagining how red her face would be if he slammed his palm against it, gripping her chin as his dick shoved into her mouth. None of that appeared on his expression.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you guys at the next service,” she nods, keeping her eyes away from him. This time as she stared at them, all she could see was Suguru taking her against the podium, her screams filling the cathedral as Satoru held her face, cockily grinning at her demise. She swallowed as she turned around, quickly walking away.

Suguru watched her leave, his eyes following the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. It made him want to grasp and hold onto her. A vision of him grabbing her by the arm and dragging her back to the church made itself prominent in his mind, his voice whispering all of the things he’d do to her. Yet as always, it was just a vision.

But his eyes still lingered on her.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

Another week had gone by as she sat towards the back of the church. Her mind continued to run with images of Suguru and Satoru, just wanting to feel their lips against hers. This service they wore identical short sleeved turtlenecks and their usual cross necklaces, Suguru showing off the numerous tattoos down his arms, Satoru’s arms bulging through his top. She imagined those arms holding her up as they thrusted into her. The minute their eyes followed over to hers, she flew them back down.

They took notice of the way her gaze continued to dart away each time they looked in her direction, seemingly fearful. It was a far cry from the way the other women looked at them. In fact, it was almost as if she avoided their gaze on purpose.

She needed to do something about this. It felt like a sickness in the mind at this point, no medicine curable for her disease. As their usual routine played out, she handed Suguru her notes as he brushed his fingers against her hand, chills coming down her spine. The way her body responded to simple physical touches made him want to see what else he could do to crack her. His eyes watched as she darted away from them once again, he was becoming more and more agitated by her timidity. Satoru shook his head as he chuckled, Suguru making a mental note that the next time he wouldn't be so easy to dismiss her.

When she made it home that night, she forced herself to get dressed and do her makeup, planning a scheme as she made her way to the bar. She planned to erase them away with a good one night stand, twisting her drink in her hand as she stared over the crowd of tipsy eyes. She then found herself the perfect victim, a handsome smile seductive as he watched her.

She didn’t have it in herself for the small talk, or to waste any time. Their clothes shredded off as they fumbled into Solana’s condo, kissing messily as they landed on the bed. As she expected a full amount of pleasure to fulfill her, this random stranger rushed through the entire interaction. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripping the packaging harshly with his teeth. His lips against her neck felt sticky, attacking her throat in a way that was almost painful. She spread her legs as she awaited for him to bring his mouth lower.

He scrunches his face as he asks, “What?”

She frowns, “You aren’t gonna….?”

“Oh—nah, I don’t do that shit. I don’t really know you like that,” He responds, almost laughing at her question. She coughs as he then flips her body over to where she’s on her stomach, pressing her face into the sheet as he slides on his condom.

Before he continues he then asks, “I’m a little soft. Wanna give me some head?”

“Um, no?” She muffled through the blanket.

“Whatever,” he smacks his lips.

She hopes that the sex might cause them to create a better chemistry, awaiting for that incoming pleasure as he’s inside of her. This is all she needed, it would rid her of the annoying thoughts of Suguru and Satoru. As she thinks this, an overload of pain shreds through her lower abdomen as he enters her, realizing that she’s barely aroused. Even in the times that she wasn’t fully aroused, she’d be soaked at the thought of incoming pleasure. Not this time.

He pushes her head into the blanket as he thrusts wildly, giving her no air to breathe or even intake any type of pleasure—if there even was any. She grits her teeth as she tries to adjust herself, yet he grips her in place as he hastens, “Chill. Chill. You’re gonna fuck up my groove.”

She turns her head slightly as she tries to stare at him, his arms keeping her held down as he asks, “You like that?”

“Mhmmmm…” she responded, releasing a fake moan for him.

She closed her eyes as she became angry. All she could think about was Father Suguru and Satoru…

Before the blink of an eye, she suddenly hears the man behind her shout, “Oh, Sasha!” releasing within the condom he wears, pulling himself out as quickly as he went in. Bastard. She had told him her name.

She was frustrated beyond belief. The entire night had been unfulfilling, the way this random man had touched and kissed her was almost laughable when compared to the fantasies she had. His scent was uninspiring, his touch lacked a certain warmth. This man was boring, mundane, and unsatisfying. Her mind was elsewhere, all she could think about was Suguru. His smell, his voice and his touch. Then she thought about Satoru. She wished it was him instead of this random man who grunted above her.

The man's grunts and moans were almost amusing to her, but the sound of his snoring even more so as he collapsed against the bed, knocking out beside her. In all honesty, the man was more of a nuisance than anything. She didn’t even have the energy to kick him out as she turned over on her back, staring up into the ceiling as she continued to create those fantasies in her mind. She tried to relax, but his snoring filled her bedroom, drowning out any other noise.

Her mind began to flicker images again. She closed her eyes as she imagined the both of them crawling onto the bed with her, hands all along her body. She slowly brought her hand down between her legs, bringing a finger over her clit as she rubbed softly, biting down on her mouth as a small sense of pleasure rippled through her. She was always good at making herself cum, but tonight was like no other. She couldn’t finish. She wanted to throw a tantrum, banging her fists along the sheets of her bed. She turned on her side, hoping sleep would be better than any of this bullshit.

Waking up the next morning, she turns over as she sees this man still asleep in her bed, hoping he went into cardiac arrest. She relaxes within her sheets, assuming it was still early in the morning. As she picks up her phone to set her alarm, she sees it’s an hour after eleven. Her body springs up. She curses, “Shit! I’m late for church.”

She pushes the man out of her house, locking the door and blocking his number as she speeds to get ready. Solana pulls her hair into a claw clip, unable to have the patience to style it. A navy blue long sleeve clings to her upper body, yoga pants and matching heels, pulling her glasses over her face as she’s too impatient to put on her contacts. She grabs for her Bible and notebook, speeding out of the house and towards the church, hoping she’d make it in time.

She felt like a child in trouble. Sneaking her way into the crowd as she stands in the back, keeping her head down as she sees that everyone else has their head down in prayer. As she raises her eyes, she sees both Suguru and Satoru sitting on stage as another member speaks to the crowd. They immediately stare over her.

Their gaze locked onto her as she entered the church late, having somehow missed the sermon in its entirety. They looked almost…disappointed. But it had nothing to do with her punctuality.

Everyone begins to walk in different directions as service ends. She also realizes that she has no notes to give Suguru today as she awaits to speak with him. When she walks up to him, she immediately begins to apologize, “I’m sorry for my lateness, Father.”

His gaze was like a hawk. He said nothing as she apologized, instead he watched her lips move as she spoke, admiring the way they moved, how they'd look covered with his.

"That's alright" he finally spoke, his voice a deep and seductive rasp, "Don't worry about it, though I'm curious, what were you doing that kept you so late?"

“You haven’t missed a sermon since we officially met you,” Satoru points out, arms crossed over his chest.

“I was up a bit late last night watching tv, overslept. Indulgence, I suppose, Father,” she briefly explains.

She places a flyaway hair behind her ear that falls from her ponytail, wondering why a couple of members stare at her weirdly. She had never noticed the large hickey that was upon her neck, or that the stranger she’d slept with had given her one.

Suguru raises an eyebrow at this excuse. His eyes drift to the blotched spot on her neck, Satoru shaking his head. He noticed the way she fidgets nervously, taking in the fact that she hadn't noticed the mark herself. The look of slight amusement and disappointment were once again evident on his features.

"You were up late… watching tv,” Suguru repeated back to her, mocking her excuse.

She looks around, confused in everyone's eyes. “….Yes, Father,” she nodded, softly responding.

"Ah, I see..." Satoru’s smile widens, "And what was it that you were watching on tv that kept you up?”

His gaze remained locked on hers, his tone shifting to teasing and playful. She wanted to punch him.

“Documentary. Very uh…informational?” She tries to find her words, gripping the notebook in her hand.

“Very informative, huh?” Suguru questions.

“Why so many damn questions?” She becomes irritated, seeing they’re now playing with her.

Satoru shrugs, “Boredom peaks curiosity,” He reminds.

In reality they were just trying to tease her, to make her squirm as she tried to lie. There was definitely no documentary she watched, that much they both knew.

“I suppose you don’t remember getting this as you watched your show, right?” Suguru asks, lifting his hand as he dragged his thumb along her throat. Solana’s mouth parted as she froze, realizing he was referring to a hickey.

“I…I don’t…”

“You d—don’t?” Satoru mocks.

She glares as she thrashes Suguru’s hand away from her. He pulls away, placing his hand behind his back.

“Your show didn’t seem too...satisfying” Satoru eyes, grinning.

Suguru’s gaze remained on her neck nonetheless, his eyes slowly wandering to her face as he waited for her response. Would she admit what really happened? She refused to give them the satisfaction.

“Nothing to say?” Suguru prods.

“No,” she quickly replies, feeling her body becoming hot. A mixture of anger and arousal fills her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to punch him, or fuck him. Maybe both.

“Fine. See you next time, then?” Satoru’s voice is sweet, more fake than anything.

As they begin to walk away from her, Solana closes her eyes. Embarrassing herself like this was enough to realize it was time to come clean, hoping this would rid her of all the vivid images of them. She just wanted them to stop. She places her own hand over her neck, remembering the hickey

She squeezes her notebook harder as she states, “Wait, Father Suguru…I had a question for you.”

His expression shifted to one of curiosity, he could sense her sudden nervousness in speaking to him.

"Go ahead, what's the question?"

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I have something I need penitents of. Would you…be here later tonight for a confessional?” She questions.

The sudden question surprised him. He expected this game to continue. Yet, she had requested a confessional, a place where one could go to share their deepest and darkest secrets with a priest. It was obvious that what she was hiding more than sleeping with another man, there were darker things at play.

He nodded shortly, "I’ll be here. Satoru will be in the presence of his first confessional and listen in, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s…fine. That’s perfect, actually,” she nods.

“Perfect?” Satoru questions.

She realizes how she spoke. She wanted to kick herself. She then ignores the smile on his face as she speaks, “I will see you guys later then,” turning as she nearly runs out of the church.

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

She stood in the mirror, staring at herself in her bathroom. Nightfall had come quicker than she hoped for it to, her heart swelling with fear of all the possibilities to come from this admission. Her midnight hair fell around her face, almost straight, still having a bit of body to it. She stared at the black dress she wore, turning in the mirror as her entire back was shown, washing her vision over the religious tattoo on her spine. Did it mean anything to her?

She slipped on her golden chromatic heels, hot pink irises seated atop of the thin straps. Her skin smelled of vanilla and a mixture of mint, always wanting to present herself with a sense of confidence. That confidence was nowhere to be found as of right now. Where had it gone?

All of these thoughts entered her mind as she drove down the road. What if she told them how she felt? Would she be banned from the church, shunned by the congregation? Declared as a personified sinner?

Unlike a regular church service, the entire cathedral is empty. The pews travel as far as the eye can see, walls a dimly lit champagne color. Her eyes fall to a mahogany wooden shed, two large crosses carved into the doors on both sides. It looked bigger than a regular confessional box. As she slid the door open to her side, she entered to see that it was big enough to fit almost five people, turning her head to see there was a large mirror across from where she would be seated.

As she looks through the wall that separates the two sides, she sees a pair of silhouettes, seeming as Suguru and Satoru are already there. Her heart beats faster.

She sits herself on the bench connected to the walls, bringing her eyes over her own reflection. Looking at herself suddenly makes her uncomfortable. She can see them on the other side, their eyes not facing her. It makes her feel less judged.

She asks, “May I know why my confessional has a mirror, Father?” She asks softly.

His silhouette moved as she spoke, the sound of her voice was more alluring than he had expected.

"The mirror is meant to allow you a clear view of yourself as you confess your sins. It’s intended to remind you to face yourself,” Suguru explains.

“Your face will be forced to stare directly at those sins as you speak of them. It’ll lead to self reflection,” Satoru adds.

She lets out a breath, nodding more to herself. Silence now fills the space, a tension she hadn’t expected to be so thick casts in between the wall separating the three.

“Speak your penitent,” Suguru’s deep voice demands.

A fear creeps up her spine. She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. Fuck it, she figured.

“Bless me, Father. For I have sinned…” she speaks, lightly crossing her hand over her chest.

Both Suguru and Satoru previously watched her as the confessional door slid open, watching her reflection as she sat inside, the dress she wears already making them think there was so much more to explore. They could only imagine what secrets hid under her loosely flowing hair, the tattoo on her back, and the way that dress draped off her form - highlighting the perfect curves of her body.

"Go ahead" Suguru spoke through the small slit in the confessional, his eyes gazing at her reflection in the mirror as he awaited her words.

“Right. Okay,” Solana takes another deep breath.

“Well…when you asked me about how my night went, I lied about what happened. I…had sex with a man I met at the bar…” she confesses softly.

“The sex was meaningless—and boring—if that’s appropriate to add. I thought that it would help me shake this feeling I’ve been having for a while. This…itch that I haven’t been able to scratch…”

Suguru listened. He didn't seem shocked, he didn't even seem disappointed—if anything he was unsurprised by it. As she mentioned the sex being meaningless and her inability to shake the "itch,” Satoru couldn't help the smirk that covered his lips.

They knew precisely what she was thinking yet stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.

“I…” she breathed in, “Ever since I joined this congregation, I’d been having these…feelings. My mind filled itself with these vivid images and fantasies of sexual endeavors that become filthier as they continue, and I’ve been trying to parish them away. But…I can’t,” she speaks, unable to look into her reflection as she keeps her eyes against her lap, looking over to the wall that separates their bodies. She’s glad she can’t see them.

"Is there more that you want to confess?" Suguru spoke, his voice firm.

“Yes….” She spoke, “These…images, fantasies, I….I’d been having them of you and Father Satoru. Ever since I came here, I thought you were both immensely attractive. But I didn’t think that allowing myself to be physically attracted to the both of you would cause all of these imageries. I would imagine myself having filthy sex with you—anytime you stood in front of the congregation. For that…I’m sorry,” she keeps her head down.

She awaits for his voice, preparing for the disgust of her words. Instead, she hears nothing. Absolutely nothing. She lifts her head to look on the other side of the box, seeing that it’s now empty. Shit, did she really mess up that badly?

“…Father?” She then calls, hearing nothing in response.

She waits a few moments, still hearing nothing. She feels terrible. She shouldn’t have come at all—Maybe she should’ve just never returned to the church. As she stands to leave, her heart jumps out of her chest. The door to the confessional opens and quickly shuts, both Suguru and Satoru now standing in this space with her. Trapping her with them. Her breath catches in her throat as the door slams shut, the air in the cramped space becoming thick with the heat of three bodies.

Their gaze fixated upon her as they lean against the wall of the confessional box opposite of her, their frames dominating the confined space.

“Tell me exactly what you’re apologizing for, Solana,” Suguru firmly initiates.

“I don’t think I should be having these thoughts about…wanting to have sex with the both of you. And I do,” she swallows, “Your church members already have this idea of me. I see the way they look at me when I come in here. I could only think what you or Father Satoru would have to say—especially after my confession.”

“I think you’re honest,” Suguru observes.

They can almost see the relief weigh off of her shoulders at his response. But as she looks between them, it seems to be more that she’s missing.

Satoru then speaks up, “Poor baby. This has really been bothering you, hasn’t it?”

“It has,” she softly agrees. “So—“

“So we’ll just fuck you, then.” Suguru states, promises.

Solana’s eyes go slightly wide as she stutters, “What?”

“That’s what you want, right?”

Satoru fully extends, coming forward as he hovers his frame over her smaller one. She steps back as she nearly trips over the bench, holding herself steady as she feels Satoru’s hand come upon her hip, making sure she doesn’t fall.

“I—“

“I know that’s what you want, Solana. I just need to hear you say it,” Suguru speaks up, capturing her throat within his palms, digging his fingers lightly into the skin. She now has both men holding a part of her, her body completely on fire at their simple touch. They were inviting her into a dangerous situation. She could admit—she wanted every part of it.

“Yes,” She muttered softly.

“Look at me and say that,” he grips her face tighter, forcing her eyes to look into his.

“Yes, fuck me,” she repeated, more firm. Meaning it.

“Good,” Suguru leans down, slamming his lips along hers.

Her throat mewls at the warmth of his mouth. She’d never had a man kiss her like this. He had a grip on the back of her neck as he leaned down, sensually thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth for her to catch it, eyes closing as she moaned softly at the feeling. His lips were warm and his tongue was even warmer as it danced within her mouth, exploring every possible crevice— every space that it had access to. His grip on her only tightened, trapping her completely in the embrace of his hand as his body pressed closer to hers.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Satoru asked, harshly pulling her away from Suguru’s mouth. He stuck his tongue out which caused her to lean forward, sucking his tongue within her mouth, his lips plush and soft as he smashed them together, softer and more sensual than the first kiss she shared. It’s like he was trying to absorb her scent, inhaling the mixture of vanilla and mint. She was like a drug.

“Look at how responsive she is…” Satoru taunts, bringing his mouth down to her throat, sucking the skin into his lips. Solana’s eyes fluttered shut as she whimpered softly, hearing Suguru’s voice as he replied, “We’ve barely touched her.”

Satoru now stands behind her as Suguru stands in front, both beginning to remove the vestments they wore. They then help her remove her dress, their eyes hungry as her brown nipples perk out, figure even better without clothing. Solana’s eyes come to the mirror behind them as she sees his back is covered in ink, shadowing any of his olive toned skin. His hair that was in a half bun began falling around his attractive face, it felt almost too intimate to stare. Satoru stood behind her, skin clean and soft, body sculpted perfectly to her touch. They were fucking beautiful. Hands roamed all around her body, lips along her chest, while another pair bit into her shoulder. It was overwhelming in the best way.

“Hold her up. You want my tongue?” Suguru’s eyes raise to hers, she quickly nods.

“You’re forgetting to say please,” he reminds. Satoru places his arms under the back of her legs, effortlessly lifting her up as her back is now against his chest, legs bending upwards in the air.

“Please,” she becomes slightly irritated at how he wants things his way. Her breath hitches as Satoru somehow pulls her arms with her legs, keeping her firmly stuck in his hold.

“Wanna try again?” Suguru raises an eyebrow as he hears her attitude. He lightly smacks his palm against her face, shoving his fingers down her throat as he brings his face close to hers, dominance pooling into her veins.

“I’m sorry,” her voice is small as she inhales deeply from his actions, wanting more from him, “Please, baby. I want your tongue.”

“Next time I won’t be so nice,” he promises, traveling his soaked fingers down her body, rubbing her puffy clit. She wanted to clasp her thighs closed, Satoru behind her as his tongue drags along her ear, teasing her as she moans prettily. Her sounds are like angels singing, even as condescending as that might’ve been.

Suguru takes his index and middle finger as he sinks them inside her, moaning with Solana as she pulls him in deeper, her walls gripping him as if never wanting to let him go. She brought her eyes up to the mirror and watched as his fingers shoved in and out.

Satoru’s now in her ear as he chuckles sultrily, “Look at that, baby,” he talks to her, “I think she wants more.”

“I want more,” she mewls, “Please.”

“Give her what she wants,” Satoru commands.

Suguru leans down as he removes his fingers from her, capturing her clit within his mouth as he sucks softly. He goes slow, allowing the pleasure to hit every nerve within her body, rotating his head in circles as his tongue drags all along her core, saliva creating against tastebuds.

She leans her head against Satoru’s shoulder as she begs, “Kiss me,” he does without argument.

Suguru’s tongue doesn’t slow down, diving in and out of her, fucking her with his mouth as he moans against her, kissing her clit passionately in the same way he made out with her.

“Tastes so fucking sweet, baby. This some crazy shit” he groans, spanking her skin as Satoru holds her hips up higher, Suguru’s tongue delving deeper.

“Suguru…oh—shit,” she whined, wanting to grip his hair yet her hands were still trapped. Her back arches as she could only see the back of his head from the mirror, watching as he pleasured her. Satoru’s grip was tight, ensuring that her body didn't move around or move away from Suguru, arch becoming stronger.

He snaked his hand up to her face, pulling it downwards as he spoke, “Watch me.”

His breath was hot against her opening as he maintained eye contact. "Look at what I'm doing to you... Look at how you’re moaning from just my mouth…” he talks to her, slamming his palm along her thigh, watching the skin become red as he rutted his lips against her core.

Her hips swayed against his face, hair around her neck making her hot. She responded petulantly, “I’m watching, baby…I promise…”

“Good.”

He brought his free hand up to her chest, cupping the breast within his hand, squeezing and kneading the soft skin. She felt her lower stomach becoming tight. Her abdomen stiffened as she gripped Suguru’s hair, filthily spouting within his mouth. She was unable to hold herself back as her eyes rolled in her head, shuddering as she watched him dipping his tongue inside her, eating like she’d be ripped away from his hold at any second.

He stands up, gripping her face as he kisses her, sucking her lower lip before he pulls back, “Tell me who you want to fuck you first.”

“You, Suguru.” She whimpers.

“Fuck her, Satoru.” Suguru easily denies.

Satoru drops her legs that feel like jelly, her feet now flat on the ground. Hands bend her over whilst pushing her back inwards, watching as it perfectly arches. Light eyes took in the way her hips curved perfectly in his hands. He lowers himself down as he brings his mouth between her legs, Solana lightly jumping at the intrusion. She has no time to react as she feels a hand on her chin, pulling her eyes upwards to look at Suguru.

“She doesn’t deserve to have her pussy ate again. You remember how bad her mouth was?” Suguru reminds. Solana’s eyes close as Satoru gently laps between her folds, fondling the skin of her ass.

“Put something in it, then. This isn’t for her,” Satoru commands, attaching his mouth back onto her.

“I’ll ruin her throat,” he responds back.

“She’ll love it.”

“I know she fucking will,” Suguru gruffly responds, wrapping his free hand around his length as he forcefully opens her mouth, shoving himself to the back of her throat. Her mouth feels full, no room to adjust as he collects her hair in his fist, yanking her back and forth against his hips. She salivated, going to wrap her hands around him as Satoru gripped both of her wrists in one hand behind her. Suguru pulls her down farther, Solana choking as he slammed his tip against her uvula, her eyes watering at his movements. But Satoru was right about one thing. She did love it.

“Look at you, baby,” Suguru moans, gritting his teeth as she hummed against him, bobbing her head lightly from the little control she had. Her lips were becoming a pouty red. She could feel his nails digging within her scalp, tilting his head down to watch as he fucked her face roughly.

Satoru extends to his full height, taking himself within his hand, placing the other on Solana’s hip to angle her properly. His tip taps along her clit, kissing the pulsing throb. She became more aroused than before.

He slides himself in, Solana’s eyes fluttering shut as she moaned against Suguru’s length that was still driving within her mouth. She slows down the pleasure she gives to him, feeling as if Satoru is just as big as Suguru, if not bigger. He stretches her, her lower abdomen burning from the feeling, a stronger sense of pleasure overcoming the pain.

He starts off slow, only pulling halfway out as he pushes in deeper the second time, Solana shouting as he spanks her, “Open up for me. I’ll fuck you good.”

She tries to relax, Suguru holding her head as he asks, “When did I tell you to stop?”

Taking the both of them was something she didn’t imagine struggling with. Satoru places his hand on her shoulder as he pulls her back against him, the back of her thighs creating a squelching sound from how wet she already was. He keeps his other hand wrapped around her fists, moaning lowly as she grips every inch that deeply pounds into her. Her eyes remained closed as Suguru pounds her face on the other end, her jaw painfully twitching yet she opened her mouth wider, moaning at every movement.

“She feels fuckin’ amazing,” Satoru grunts, “Keep fucking her mouth. It makes her more wet.”

“Fuck her harder,” Suguru counters.

And they did. Satoru snaps his hips into her, the rhythm perfect as her mouth meets with Suguru’s hips each time. She moans with every thrust, body trembling each time Satoru slams his palm on her ass, each time Suguru slams his palm on her cheek. She mewls again, her body nearly relaxing in this position, lower abdomen trembling.

“She’s gonna cum,” Satoru eyes, never stopping his movements of fucking her.

“She better fuckin’ not,” Suguru threatens.

“Come fuck her. She wants you more. Don’t you?” Satoru pulls her upwards, her feet nearly off of the ground as he wraps both of his hands around her throat from behind. Her hips bounce against his own, her eyes closing as she whimpers, “Satoru.”

“Call my name like that again, baby. Maybe I’ll believe you. What happened? I thought you wanted Suguru?” He talks to her, clasping her throat under his palms, throwing her body back and forth against his length, Solana gripping his fingers that have a tight hold against her. She grunts in response, her voice trailing into a whine as she cries softly, “No, baby. I want you, too. Feels so…fucking…good…”

“I know,” he agrees.

“Oh, you don’t want me no more?” Suguru then asks, wrapping his fingers atop of Satoru’s that still sit on her throat, helping as he drags her down, slamming her back down onto Satoru’s hips.

“Can’t ever forget you, Suguru. Come fuck me, baby. I miss you,” she babbles. Her voice causes Suguru to grunt, kissing her aggressively at her pleads.

Satoru finally releases her. Suguru then effortlessly pulls her up to him, bringing her legs over his shoulders as he stands at his full height. Her body shivers as she feels hit tip, fat and throbbing against her opening. Her eyes close as he slowly slides her down, her mouth dropping open as he feels huge, stretching her so far that she thought she’d tear. His eyes flick down to hers to watch, Solana able to see her own pleasure within the mirror. She sees his perfectly sculpted back, resting her arms along his neck as her nails connected against the ink upon it, digging her fingers into his skin.

His hips moved slowly, the small movements he made were almost methodical as he leaned more into the sensation of her body meeting his. With his back fully visible to her through the mirror, she was able to completely take in his physique, watching the way that his muscles flexed as he moved. They watched each other, seeing him slowly thrust himself into her body, back still as stiff as a board yet with Solana in his limbs, he had a slight sway to him.

“Oh…my—“ she breathes in deeply, unable to speak as she stared into his face, nodding her head since her voice couldn’t do anything to help.

“You’re not so shy anymore, are you?” Suguru taunts her, lifting her body up with ease as he sinks her back down. Their bodies continue to move in rhythm, his hips picking up speed as he moves more intensely against her. She struggles to hold on, nails digging into his back as she brings her eyes down, watching his length go in and out of her. She was completely enthralled by him.

“Stop it…” she panted.

“She can’t take it. She’s going to take it,” Satoru speaks behind them, lightly kissing her neck as he grips her hair in his fist, pulling her up slightly.

“C’mon, pretty girl. You did so well taking my dick. You want more, huh?”

“Yes,” she bites her lip, groaning at his words. The back of her thighs slam against the front of Suguru as he grips her ass tightly in his palms, her skin clapping with his as he becomes rougher with every thrust.

“Then watch him. Look how he’s fucking you. I think you like the way he handles you,” he pulls the ponytail he’s created in her hair, Solana seeing as Suguru’s length disappears and then reappears again.

She listened. She watched intensely between their hips as he pulled out slowly, slamming her back down quickly. Fingers gripped his arms as she tilted her head down to watch, hair falling around her face. Her eyes rolled entirely to the back of her head as she spoke. She cried softly, “Oh my god…” groaning as if she were annoyed, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me just like that, I love bouncing on your dick like this, baby,” she hiccuped.

Her face was completely red. As she scanned Suguru’s eyes, she could see a sudden cockiness within him—and slowly, a grin spread across his face. It was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.

Both men laugh arrogantly, Satoru reaching around as he rubs her clit, Solana’s head falling back against his shoulder as she couldn’t stop herself from moaning.

“Calling god now? Shame. Seems like she needs more penitents,” Suguru laughs, humored at the loss of her pride.

“He can’t help you here…” Satoru talks within her ear, echoing into her mind.

It was as if she was drunk, babbling against the both of them, allowing them to have full control over her. Her head continued to spin, eyes captivated of his strength, legs over his shoulders flailing with every movement. Her nails dug into his back, free hand shoving her own fingers into her mouth as she sucked, moaning loudly against them.

“I’m gonna….”

“Cum. She’s gonna cum. Let her,” Satoru finishes.

“Nah. I’m not with the sweet shit. She better wait,” Suguru shakes his head.

He pulls out of her, Solana shivering as they quickly change positions. She looks down as Suguru is now beneath her, Satoru placing his length in front of her face.

“Come sit on my dick. I’ll make you squirt like this,” Suguru demands, pulling her down. He wraps his hands around her waist as he’s already shoving himself into her.

“Wanna feel your throat, baby,” Satoru speaks sweetly, separating her mouth as he pushes his tip past her lips. She complies, growing more horny by the second as she circles her hips atop of Suguru, taking her hand as she wraps it around the base of Satoru, sucking him within her own pleasure.

“Even through all this…you’re still so good…” Suguru grunts, spanking her.

Satoru strokes her face gently, seeing as tears drop from her eyes, not knowing how much longer she was going to be able to handle the both of them. She grips her own breast with her other hand, Suguru snatching the hand away as he replaces it with his palm, squeezing as he thrusts upwards into her.

“Relax, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” Satoru asks from above, rubbing her face to relax her, Solana nodding as she sobs softly, unable to do anything but take what was given to her.

“You’re lucky you have him. I’d make you cry like a fuckin’ baby,” Suguru spits.

“She already is. She looks so cute,” Satoru tells him, “You can cum, baby. I’m close too.”

“She’s creaming. Never had dick like this, have you? You’ll want more. You’ll be back,” Suguru promises once again, holding her firmly as grinds her against him, Solana’s hips involuntarily wining.

“Imagine what the congregation will think when they hear how good you take my dick. How you whine for more. Satoru was right, you are fuckin’ greedy.”

That was enough for her. Neither of them stop as she thrashes atop of Suguru, sobbing loudly as she orgasms, core squelching as she gushes against his length. Suguru laughs, spanking her so hard that it leaves a bruise.

As both men continue their non-stop fulfillment of pleasure, they watch as she relaxes, just wanting to be so good for them. They felt satisfied, able to break her in the way they imagined. Both men grunt, Satoru moaning as he holds Solana’s chin, pulling back as he shoots against her beautiful face. Suguru moans after, pulling out of her as he pulls her forward, cumming along her ass, gripping the flesh in his palm.

They all pant against one another, Solana wanting to feel embarrassed. She wanted to feel like this was the biggest mistake she’d made in her life. Yet, she felt the complete opposite. She felt trapped within these men, and she damn sure didn’t want out.

“I think you two might be the devil…” she breathes heavily.

“What if we told you that we were? What if we told you we were the worst people you’d ever met?” Satoru teases, Suguru chuckling in response.

“I think I might believe you.”

“Good,” Suguru replies, Solana jumping as he pulls her down by her neck, lips nearly touching hers as he speaks a deafening sentence.

“‘Cause we’re not done with you yet.”

#getou suguru smut #getou suguru fanart #getou #getou suguru x black female character #black stories #reading #writers on tumblr #black #black women #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo smut #gojo x black female character #anime oneshot #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #black characters #female writers #writers of color #getou x gojo #getou and gojo

[galvanisticpoe]

୨୧ SNIPPETS OF POE'S LOVE LETTERS

genre: fluffy! poe can get dramatic but it's not. angsty.

synopsis: excerpts of love letters poe would write to his significant other

ෆ "Beneath the shroud of an ever-curious mind, I pen this missive, drawn to unravel the enigma that is you. Your vitality, like riddles in a novel, beckon me to partake in this whimsical dance of words. You remind me of my own literary indulgements, in which I as the author strive so hard to make difficult metaphors, and yet; you are the author of your own parchment, effortlessly well-crafted. Pray forgive my peculiarities, for within the labyrinth of my thoughts, I strive to convey sentiments that transcend the mundane."

ෆ "I am a writer of macabre, but for you – a writer of ethereal love."

ෆ "But amid the verses of admiration, there lies a shadow of trepidation. Beneath my pen's relentless quill, I wonder if my somber tales would find their place in the luminescence of your ever-optimistic gaze. Shall my melancholic musings be a storm cloud that darkens your radiant sky? Or might they, too, find solace in the tender haven of your understanding soul?"

ෆ "How I envy the ink that dances upon the parchment of your laughter. You unravel the knots that bind my reticent soul, revealing the hidden corridors of my affection. Your vivaciousness renders my brooding countenance into a playfully ponderous smile."

ෆ "A master of deduction, I have often pondered the enigma of your heart, for within its chambers, I yearn to unearth the secret cipher of your affection. In this noir realm of ours, where shadows play upon the stage, I seek to be the puzzle piece that fits perfectly into your intricate design."

#edgar allan poe #edgar allen poe #bsd fluff #edgar allen poe fluff #edgar allan poe fluff #poe fluff #poe x reader #bsd poe x reader #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd poe #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs poe #love letters

[amherstdice]

your dice all look so cool!! i'm curious what your process for making them is like?

Thanks! The process is lengthy and tedious 😅 I try and plan/think about the set I want to make before hand, and lay out my materials. I guess it depends on if it's a straight pour or I'm using dice blanks. If it's blanks, I have a small blank dice mold that are the numberless dice that fit into the larger dice later that I have to make first. Then I have to mix a 2 part epoxy resin (after I put on my gloves and mask of course). I pour that out into small cups and add any colouring that I need for those. Then the pouring process begins with any design that I'm aiming for, whether it's pouring blanks or blanks and also a proper dice set. Either way, all of the resin-filled dice molds go in a pressure pot for 24 hours while they cure/have bubbles pressed out of them. After 24 hours I open the chamber and pray everything turned out fine. If so - I have to leave them for another 24 hours to fully cure, as they're still slightly malleable in this state. If I'm designing blanks, especially if I'm putting texture/paint on there, then I carefully either paint the dice blanks or put on a texture (usually a tape of some kind). That's a pretty tedious procedure, especially for cutting excess tape from every side of every die. Afterwards the dice blanks go into my main dice molds with resin and back into the pressure chamber.

From THERE, it's time to sand, polish, and ink. I have a 6 stage sand/polish method with grits of sand paper and zona paper ranging from 1000 grit to 15000~ 'grit' (white zona paper).

Afterwards I ink the dice, which is another hour or so. Then once the ink dries, I go back and polish the set again to get the dice nice and shiny on a mini pottery wheel I've set with more zona paper and polishing compound. After that I wipe off any excess polish compound and the set is done!

Not counting the waiting time, each set of dice takes about 8~ hours from start to finish to complete, hence why handmade dice are generally more expensive (and of higher quality) than like... chessex or whatever.

Hope that explanation makes sense! I'm always happy to talk about the process, as it's lengthy and complex.

#dice #dnd #dungeons and dragons #amherst dice #handmade dice #amherstdice

[pegasusgemini]

<Lord of The Mysteries> Multi-Character Audio Drama - Special Episode: -Spoiler Title-

<SPOILERS AHEAD> For the end of LotM Book 1

Special Episode: Klein's Niece (Translated by u/windvally) on Reddit

Release Date: May 28th, 2021

Platform: Himalaya Audio Book APP

Re-post: Feel free to post this on Reddit etc., so the script can be read by others.

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Klein's Niece POV:

Today, I greeted Mr.Fool~

I told Dakye about this, but he didn’t believe me. (TL note: The name sound like “Dakye” [达克耶], no script to see the actual Chinese word used for the name, so I can only guess. Seems like an alias used by Leonard)

I wasn’t lying to him though. ヽ(ಠ_ಠ) ノ

Ah!

That’s right!

At the time, why did I not tell him what Mr.Fool looked like?

He has......scribbling noise

He......has.....scribbling noise

Eh? The ink ran out? scribbling noise

Huh, it’s working again~ (^.^)

scribbling noise

Anyways, Dakye is a big dummy!

All he does is reciting weird poem lines.

The book he lent me last time, <The World’s World>, was not enjoyable to read in the slightest!

disappointed humpfh

Forget it! I will listen to auntie, from now on I will never bring this up with someone else again, that I’ve met Mr.Fool.

Today’s dinner, we are having Mr.Fool’s holy meal. (TL note: I know there’s words like Sacrament/Communion/Mass etc., but those are christian terms. I will just use holy meal for the sake of simplicity.)

That’s what father said: “This is a holy meal.”

But aren’t these type of food what we normally have in our family anyways?

Ummh......

Lamb boiled with soft tofu.

Beef soup.

Mashed potato.

Fried Tussock fish.

Stewed rhubarb.

giggles There’s also sweet ice tea!

Sweet ice tea taste so delicious~ ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)

Mmh......After we finished the holy meal, my father was once again busy discussing about curly baboons. He won’t play with me.

Uhm......That’s why, I am not telling him ~

~ that I had ice cream this morning!

Mmh, the little big brother who gifted me ice cream was really nice. (TL note: Basically, probably Will. She calls him “little big brother”, a Chinese term used for a boy/male older than you but within the same developmental stage as you. And often not used on people past 40 years old. It’s not used for family members or friends, only for neighbors and strangers that you have good impressions of)

Mmh~~~ hiccup

Mmh...I am really full.

Auntie said, if I pray to Mr.Fool before I go to sleep, there will be angels descending into my dream world and giving me good dreams.

Mmh, Mr.Fool is so great! I have decided to give this a try.

scribbling noise

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Fool.

Have a good night!

closing diary noise

<end>

#lotm spoilers #lotm #lord of the mysteries #lord of mysteries #klein moretti #Mr. Fool #Praise be to Mr. Fool #leonard mitchell #Will Auceptin

[snek-panini]

At long last, I've finally finished a new book! And it's actually not a fanfic this time! This is a bind of Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days. This was supposed to be my fourth book for Binderary, but I didn't finish it in time. Procrastination's a bitch. Fun fact: the first thing I ever bound was a public domain short story called The Machine Stops, but since it was the first it is...not a good skill showcase. This one is so much better. More pics and process talk under the cut!

Close-up of the cover, and a pic of the spine. The blue bits are cardstock, and brown ones are faux leather left over from when I bound Pray for Us, Icarus. The images and author's name are in black embossing ink. Something weird happened with the texture on these--the author's name came out nice and smooth and solid like always, but the stamped images have a bumpy texture to them and some leather visible through the powder. They were done with rubber stamps on an ink pad and the text was done with an embossing pen, so I think it's a difference in the ink. It's a nice texture though, so I don't mind. I had originally thought to put the title on the front, but I really liked both stamps and I like how it came out.

Top view and endpaper. I'm really pleased with how the case fits; that's been something I struggle with on a lot of projects and I think I'm finally getting it down. The endpapers are a floretine print that I bought from Hollander's and cut to size. They got a little wrinkled when I cased in, especially in the back. It's my first time working with this kind of paper and I used too much glue. I also tried stitching them to the text block this time, but I don't think I'll bother with that again. I didn't like how flimsy the single-sheet signature felt next to the thicker ones in the text block. Fun fact for those who've seen an adaptation of this story but not actually read it: there is actually no hot air balloon in the book, even though it's in all the adaptations. There was a movie made in the 1950s which added the balloon and it's been in every version since then.

Title page and chapter header. I've been saying for a while that I wanted to up my title page game, and I really love how this looks. The image here is a free vector pulled from Seekpng.com. It's the same image on both pages, the one on the chapter header is just smaller and in gray instead of black. I've also chosen a name for my bindery, largely because other people had names for theirs and I thought it was cool and wanted my own. It's Paper Snake Press, you can see it at the bottom of the text. I want a logo too but haven't gotten around to making one yet. 2d art is, uh. Still not a strength for me.

The text I used was pulled from Project Gutenberg. Typesetting it was and interesting experience, surprisingly different from typesetting fic. When I do fic I keep the editing very light, just really obvious things like misspelled characters' names and quotation marks that are flipped the wrong way, but it always needs something. This one didn't need any of that, which was nice. It also has way longer sentences and paragraphs than fic, and I thought that might be a product of its age, that writers just wrote longer sentences and were more verbose in 1873 than they are now. But then this week I started working on another fic that has the same features, from someone I've suspected for a while is a published author, so I wonder if it's actually a professional author thing instead of a shift in reading tastes over time. I'm not really going anywhere with this speculation, I just thought it was interesting.

I have two more works-in-progress printed and waiting. One is an author copy and just needs casing in, the other's in a halfway stage and has a lot to be done, so it might be a bit before I have more books to post. But there's a whole stack of things I've typeset that I'm waiting to print, so there are good things coming.

#bookbinding #snek makes books #around the world in 80 days #jules verne #it feels weird to tag an author #half my usual tags are fandom tags #they don't go on this post

[abuffzucchinisvariousposts]

Mushroom Cloud - Original Poem

Wrote this one a while ago but didn't feel like posting it because it's like "too personal" or whatever but hey that's part of the fun? My mindset has changed so here's probably my best writing as of today

A mom, a dad and two kids

In a man-made pandemic

One wears no mask and catches custody 

Another is scraped away of his savings and declares alternating weekends

One believes in all kinds of ailments and ointments, poignant appointments, all perpetually anointed until medicine or man's expiration

Another deemed antagonist by Ursula herself, ink dressed swimming in an ocean of fluctuating temperatures, forces him into an oxygen bubble with no words in edgewise

Her ocean is polluted, her judgement clouded as hallucinogens are diluted in its rivers

Certain doom is set in stone, syringe-spiked boulder rolling as toxic chemicals burn, mushroom tea bag set to soak in scalding hot waters

Blaring sirens narrate a hundred insistent trips to the hospital, she shouts and wails, tales of bombs going off inside of her, telling her son in her living room that the fuse is lit, that she has few months left to live

Telling her son in her living room that even the aftermath of a nuclear family will soon be blown to pieces, an essential pillar crashing down to submerge a coliseum where two people who hate each other very much fight to the before-day death over someone else’s fate, to submerge it in gasoline and liquid plutonium

She describes her lungs slowly severed as a thousand poison particles ricochet inside of her as fast as light itself, burning holes in her as she burns through cigarettes, and tears a hole in her son’s heart as she tells him she doesn’t want to put herself through anymore hurt to live even a minute longer

The two kids go to live with their father, filled with misplaced guilt and grief and anger and something else that is definitely toxic as numbness greys out blood-red insides

The father is a hero, he saves two children from a burning building that not even the arsonist knows is on fire yet

That fire is the heat of a kettle, burning old tea tainted by bad judgement and psychedelics

The tea breeds a wretched and weary-eyed witch hunted by shadows so visible and engulfing only to her sharpened pupils, so serrated they could cut initials on a sports car

Her psychosis speaks in launch codes, she screams but of what she is not fully aware, sobs over familial falling outs while spewing fallout of her own through melted lips

And as all this is happening, tucked into the bottom bunk of bunker bedrooms two children curl up dazed by the stench of radiation, eyes paralyzed wide open

One son is filled with unwavering hatred stemming from a smell so familiar to home

Another son just wanted the people he cared about to get along, just wanted to pretend for a little longer that on her the shadow has not overwritten the self, that he could still see good in her and not just a melted ribcage out of a horror film

That son recalls memories torn from books and toms littered with glitter, promised fairy dust fueling the second stage of grief and leaving animals to rot and die

Memories of picketing with her against his will, protesting against explosives too lately-lit to be defused, fruitless fighting for frailty and fragility's susceptibility to entropy, being dragged into a war zone to watch sunburned suffrage

Memories before she was the spur of her own self-destruction

This mushroom cloud-induced zombie of a mother is sick and tired, every breath her last, clutching her chest as a tangled mess of green red and blue wires connects itself to a timer, reading numbers that make no sense as if being spoken from a manic geiger counter

Her self is poisoned, mushroom-clouded, a zombie praying forgetfully for forgiveness on vaporised ears because you can’t reverse a nuclear explosion

And the awful truth of it all is that

In a way, she was right, a bomb went off and killed her

What was left is just a fallout mom, a toxic waste of breath projecting her half-life onto her children, internally mutilated by the decaying wrath of her own mushroom cloud judgement.

#original poem #poem #poetry

[r0-boat]

OH GOD OH FUCK

Another sexy dream and this time I remember and wrote everything down

I even remember the mystery man's name. FUCKCKCK

Dr.Sterling ( that was his name in my dream vccdfg)

You were a student at a prestigious College. You have graduated a year ago and now you're coming back to your College to attend an event where they will come back the old students as well as welcome in new ones.

The school follows a certain dress code with uniforms that are expected to be worn upon school grounds.

Scrambling to find your old uniform cursing under your breath at the for the mandatory

Cursing louder when your neck scarf was nowhere to be found.

"Fuck it... who would care"

You took your usual seat you're signed one.. a chair with paper stuck to it written with your name is Green ink.

You saw him... short slicked back back light brown and green eyes a man in his mid-30s... yours heart racing. It's him up on the stage wearing his glasses and that face that made him look pissed off constantly

Dr. Steerling a strict rule stickler, with his class being one of the hardest to be in according to the other students. He was also pretty much this University's pride and joy since attended School top of his class and even graduated years early.

And the man you had a crush on since coming here. He was good looking, he was built had a good face is thick and nerdy glasses just made him more appealing to you. To restrict his lessons were hard and his assignments were harder, but he never treated any of his students less than what they were. You are all adults all with your own lives he never questioned further on an assignment missing or late. Students who are suffering in this class he would pull aside and ask if they needed help...

But it was in this class where his stickler nagging self truly came to be. God forbid your textbook that you bought yourself has any creases in it Or if a segment was too easy he would purposely make it harder. Thinking that this would help his students and not have them cry in their dorms trying to figure out to write a paper on quantum theory due tomorrow.

Your eyes met his for Split Second before grabbing and speak into the microphone.

"Welcome new... and returning students, welcome... as you may know this University Prides itself in being..."

Your friend sitting next to you rolled his eyes. "Really... this speech again you have no idea how many times I heard that when I missed homework"

" well that's because you missed so many he stopped thinking it wasn't your fault"

You whispered

At this point Steerling has gotten off the stage and is walking around.

" this isn't High School I don't want to see any unruly Behavior, on school grounds. Those in Violation of this will be punished-"

Dr Sterling goes over every single rule to the new students, solidifying their exact thoughts of what kind of teacher he would be and hoping praying not to have his class later.

During his whole speech you couldn't help but notice how his eyes would wander to you.

After his speech another teacher takes over while he walks with a paper in his hand over to your row.

"Ah ___ good to see you again"

He says handing your piece of paper...

A dress code violation referral, in the classic pink color your friend tried to hold back their laughter.

" when we say full uniform we mean all of your uniform"

Pointing to your neck your scarf being nowhere to be found.

"Come with me, I'll walk you to your car... I need to talk to you"

Uh-oh your heart filled up with panic.

He takes you out of the Auditorium and into the parking lot. " it's been a year"

Your anxiety and fear immediately disappearing upon hearing his now shaky voice.

Sterling clears his throat pushing up his glasses.

" it's been a year since you've graduated..."

You nod.

You're poor ex Professor was sweating trying to find the right words to say

" i-i um... I've wanted to... See you more, outside of school I mean but I never really got the chance to-"

You smile " you were never one for small talk huh"

You kept walking before turning around realizing that he has stopped in his tracks.

He sighs looking at the ground before adjusting his frames his green eyes Pierce into yours

" do you how much I've yearned

For you?"

He says taking one step.

" Surely you noticed how often I looked at you"

Another step.

" the way you would stare off into space staring out the window ignoring my lesson. I would have called for your attention back if you weren't so cute!"

SLAM

He has you pinned against your car feeling himself press against you.

The pink paper that was in your hands now crumpled and crushed.

Sterling stares down at you his glasses sliding off his face. Realizing what he has done

"Oh God...i... I apologize I didn't mean to-"

His tongue immediately invaded your mouth playing and dominating yours his kisses getting hungrier and hungrier. His lips moving in tendon with yours

Abandoning the paper in you wrapped your arms around his neck smashing your lips against his chapped ones seeing his eyes roll back at just your lips broke you with ease you got him onto the nearby grass Thanking yourself for parking so far away from everyone else

His tongue invaded your mouth playing and dominating yours his kisses getting hungrier and hungrier.

You broke the kiss his neat hair now disheveled, his glasses uneven, his dress shirt wrinkled, and his coat stained with grass

"Yes! Yes! Oh Sterling, I've wanted you for so long."

Hearing you mutually confess your attraction to him something with him him broke.

His hand came down under the back of your neck grabbing it pulling you closer and whispering " do you have any idea how Wild you have driven me?"

" ever since you stepped foot in my classroom oh God that perfume I don't know what it is but it made you so irresistible, it was like an aphrodisiac"

His chapped lips bruise yours again

" that sent drove me up the wall every day, ha...ha you're even wearing it now."

Sterling gripping your ass pulls you closer to grind his hips against you feeling his restraining bulge in his pants.

You couldn't hold back a moan at the friction he felt so big against you

At this point the two of you are kissing so hard your lips started to hurt.

" please doctor! I need this I need you please I need you inside-"

You heard him growl at the use of his title like this obediently begging for you to be fucked. Sterling needed you to, needed to bully his cock as deep as he could and fill you up with everything he has.

However they were still in public in the back of the school no less.his hand clapped over your mouth

" orientation is almost over at this point. forget your car, get in mine I'm going to drive somewhere secluded and I am going to take you. do you understand me?"

#ro.chatting #smut #mmmmmmmmmmmm #I woke up before we fucked I'm so sad

[inksplashgirl]

Dancing with the darkness

the choreography is heartless

I arabesque across the abyss

tearing myself from Death's kiss

waltzing on the edge of the end

limbs trembling as they extend

shadows splash across my skin

tearing my mouth into a grin

a marionette on a lonely stage

silent strings become my cage

my audience sees the passion

not the depressive assassin

I'm choking on twilight insecurity

frantic to escape obscurity

drowning in midnight ink

eyes wide open, unable to blink

certain every year is my last

praying one day the storm will pass.

#writing #my writing #poetry #original poem #original poetry #art #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poem #poets on tumblr #poet #poems on tumblr #poets of tumblr #creative writing #writinginspo #poems #creativewriting #writing inspo #original #my poem #rhyme #depression #poet on depression #poet on tumblr #poet on mental health #mental health #this is depressing #tw depressing stuff #poetry on tumblr #writer

[theheartbreaker04]

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Hello traveler. If you are seeing this, that means you are in the astral plane between universes. We have many destination you can explore. Why don't you take a look around. You might find something you like.

At the moment we only have FNAF and BATIM / BATDR Universes but a Pokémon universe is under development and will be open to the public sometime soon.

For now we come to our first stop.

FNAF AU

As of now I only have three AUs in this particular fandom, but these hold a very important spot in my heart, because these were my first ever alternate universes. So with that here they are in a Nutshell.

1.) Main AU - This AU was the first I ever made, and is the one I most commonly work on. It's not a big difference storywise, but I try my best to fill in any holes in the canon plot. Of course there are a few differences like Michael's backstory is a bit different, William's past and motive, stuff like that.

2.) Novel AU - Like the title says, this AU takes place in the novels in a world where William builds toys and animatronics. It's not much different, but big enough to be called an AU.

3.) Movie AU - This is my most recent FNAF AU and is barely past the conception stage. The basic premise is: A few decades in the future a film company starts filming a movie about the old legends of the Fazbear killer. Unfortunately the actor that is playing William digs too deep into legend and awakens it. Slowly he is driven insane by shadow Bonnie enough that he begins to recreate the murders. This is as far as I've gotten and haven't planned anything out.

Now that's all of my FNAF AU's. I actually have a spreadsheet of AU lore for my main au, I might share that at one point. But now, let's get into my current hyperfixation.

BATIM / BATDR AU

Yes, much like everyone I've gotten back into the Bendy fandom with the Dark Revival. For this I currently have three separate AU's, one with art! So let's get to it!

1.) Main AU - Once again, this one doesn't have much changed , at least in the first cycle. In this AU Audrey is actually the creator of the cycle but is unaware of it. As she travels through, she is given her powers by the ink demon himself, and it slowly begins to consume her. With every banish she becomes more heartless, and creatures become fearful of her. After fighting Shipahoy Wilson Audrey is able to regenerate herself, and fuses with the demon. But, instead of taking the demon's body, her true form comes to light. The true ruler of the cycle. Demon Audrey. With her true form unleashed, she is heartless, and banishes Joey out of pure rage. She is almost unstoppable, but love finds a way. When Demon Audrey attempts to banish Henry, baby bendy runs in, and turns into a more pure version of the Ink Demon. This fight forces Audrey to turn into her beast form, but she stood no match for the new demon. With Audrey now gone, the cycle begins to crumble, finally ending the cycle of pain.

2.) Unamed AU - This AU is similar to my main AU, but warrants its own category. The basic summary is Henry does his usual first cycle, and defeats the demon. But with the ink demon dead, somebody must take his place. After a few weeks, Linda (Henry's wife) gets fed up on waiting for the police, and enters the studio herself to try to find her husband. After encountering a few creatures, she finds herself in the throne room where Henry's satchel was left. Quickly the ink demon approaches her, but he looked familiar. It was Henry. He had taken the demon's place.

(this art piece was a Collab between me and a friend. Linda was their part)

3.) Children of the Ink - This is a AU me and a friend came up with for an RP, so it's a little all over the place. Basically it is a cycle that has grown enough to allow offspring. There are several children running around the cycle, so here's a list!

Lucifer - Offspring of the Ink Demon, created through the ink machine.

Sebastian - Son of Sammy, created after he prayed to have a child of his own to teach the ways of the Lord. In return, Sammy gave up his very own banjo.

Jack Jr - Offspring of The Projectionist (Norman Polk) and Dot. This one is still being worked on how he was created, but he's here, and obviously named after Jack Fain.

Daisy & Zac - These twins (male and female respectfully) are offspring of Twisted Alice (Susie Campbell). Their father is unknown (which I'm thinking either Joey or Sammy) but unfortunately, Daisy is the only survivor of the two. Not long after birth, Zac was eaten by the ink Demon.

Audrey - In this AU, Audrey is not fully intended to be Joey's daughter, but still refers to him as dad. She was created to help subdue the demon, and stop the chaos. She is the ink demons opposite, and equal as she was created with color instead of pure black ink.

With that, the main story is being worked on but I have somewhat a plot in mind that doesn't make much sense. Basically Audrey is considered the mother of ink, and cares for the children after a war between the angel and the demon kills most of their parents. There is also a second part that Wilson captures Audrey and Lucifer in order to experiment with Audrey's colored ink, and create a new ink demon with Lucifer. His plan works and he forces Lucifer to kill his own father. Somehow the rest of the children band together to save him or something, I don't know.

Anyway, here's the art for them

Anyway, that's all I have! I hope you enjoyed reading about my AU's. Soon I'll post more about each of them individually. If you want to, go ahead and ask questions and I'll be happy to reply!

Now go and have a good day!

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #art #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #pokemon #fnaf au #batim au #batim ink demon #batdr #concepts

[martinacollenderplaywrightblog]

Jen

By Martina Teeny Collender 

In memory of Jenni Ledwell who died on 25.04.23

If I'm ever lucky enough to be a mother, I hope I'm half the mother you are.

You have raised Sadie with such honesty, bravery, integrity and love it's breathtaking,

Heartstopping.

We're both daughters but you're so much more kind and caring in all and everyday act of kindness you did for you beloved mammy; I hope to be like you one day if I'm strong enough;

Brave enough.

You graced the stage,

With such dignity and talent,

You bought audiences to their feet in standing ovations,

Night after night,

Week after week,

You empathic skill bought characters to life in the most truthful way,

In the way of theatre life,

In beauty,

And in grace.

You're a master of the pen,

And you put the ink to great use,

Using your voice to be a voice to the voiceless,

You speak about what other hearts are too afraid too,

You write with an urgency and command every heart to drink in your every word,

You command every soul to hear your sentences tied together beautifully with your passionate words. 

You're a warrior,

Fighting for every injustice and cause you see,

You're a force to be reckoned with,

And I pray I never found myself on your bad side,

You were to feared in your power,

You took to the streets and helped whole communities rise up in power to do the right thing,

The brave thing,

The right thing,

Jen you always did the right thing. 

You adored animals so much,

I know the Rainbow Bridge is reaching out to you,

To love and care for you in death,

As you did for them in life,

There was not a creature on this earth,

You didn't touch with your love. 

Jenni, 

When I grow up,

I want to be like you.

And I know you're life on earth was troubled,

Only you could know the pain,

You never complained,

You lived and loved,

With such dignity and bravery.

It's time to rest now Jen,

The lights are coming down,

Last orders have been called,

It's time to hang up the dancing shoes.

My darling,

I'll never get used to saying goodbye to you,

So for now,

I'll just say,

Farewell,

Always in my heart,

You will be.

#poetry poem writing prose #writing #poem #poetry #quotes #mentally tired #coping with grief #love story #grief poem #martinacollender #stages of grief #dealing with grief #grief #grieve #grief journal #grieving #grief poetry #griefjourney #griefandloss #lost friendship #death of a friend

[ogre-decay]

Stage freight

I've been mixing drinks and messages stirring up old mixed feelings Follow me down these secret passages with brackets round the less-appealing white ink words that were wrote for you I pray you can can't find the meaning So turn the page, I'll get off the stage & take a seat out in the styx /Chorus// cos when you play, & when you sing, I am adrift, oh I am taken, I am lost amongst the stars or below the sea for all the places I have been your song it goes with me // V2 It's just a catch-up with some friends It's only a minute down the road It's just a white x on the ground No need to carry such a load, oh Could you just say a couple words? & do it so much better than I could so take the stage, I can't promise I'll act my age when I'm sitting in the front row /Chorus/ /Outro/ You are the last of the hunter-gatherers It's such a shame that I can't share your pain

Cos each time you change

I just stay the same

[longlivelevi]

If my constitution

eventually melts away and my grip on everything becomes loose - setting the stage for an endless fall that can only result in one thing, let it be known I did my best. I tried my hardest. I can hardly percieve life, truly. I barely understand anything about it. I gave my entire heart to what is impossible to understand for me. Life itself and all it contains. I don't understand any of it. I genuinely don't. And I pray for days I eventually do, some days I do. Some days I can play the role of human being and feel an embrace deeper than love itself.

But those days are extremely rare. Most days I feel coldness - one that burns me alive. And I often wonder what I did to deserve any of this. I live in a world of perception. And it's quite easy to percieve me as a... failure. I can hardly speak the words I want to say. I can barely breath. It's like being trapped in a gilded cage adorned with the most beautiful ornaments. Why do you forget me so, violently? I asked for it, but I had hoped, you loved me enough to do the right thing. To lend out your hand in my time of most desperate need. But instead, you abandoned me.

Now, I am left with the only things that has held me together - passion, love for a world much bigger than I. The lost and hopeless, I find myself in their eyes. And I do what I can to impart hope for them. They deserve to walk this world with hope, with happiness. A ghost like me only serves to haunt, to bring about beginnings and ends to karmic cycles. When once I was awed by my writing, now I am haunted by the heartbreak it has taken to get the ink to spill like this.

[autisticmao]

GENRE: angst

FEATURED: akehoshi, hokuto

WARNINGS: self deprecation, su*cide

PROMPT: isara writes out a letter, venting his farewell

WORD COUNT: 804

It's odd what would happen if I always put a smile on my face. Always reacting in the way that most people around me would plead for. Seeing that glint of satisfaction in everyone's eyes when I'm dragged to my knees after a tiring day of nothing but work. Letting them think they have full control over my mind and ways. Seeing their mistakes being piled onto me as they pray for at least a little forgiveness with every breath they make.

But under the fake smiles and obliges was a mistake. A figure who has lived through all of the sins.

I'm forever drowning in the ocean, begging for a fight against the current, but nothing could stop the salt water.

I'm a shell that is so broken and useless for a snail to never use again.

I always use my lungs for you. Breathing every vowel of encouragement. The words I say to you are the truth, but I'm a cruel sin bowing to the king of deception when it comes to myself.

There are so many promises broken between us. All because of me. I let them fall like the shattered mirror pieces they were.

I can't do it... not any longer.

Not after recognising all my mistakes. All the lies I let shine like the fake star I am. The flashlight who dreamed but could never achieve.

I loved being together with you two.

Hokuto, Subaru.

You guys were like the blanket I needed during the winter.

Our relationship together in the romantic sense was like being some spies going out for a high-top agency now going on an undercover mission.

Being together in that sense was great. But realising my mistakes had opened my eyes. I should have never agreed on saying 'yes' to you both.

There's been so many ways I have let you both down, and I'm sorry.

I'm... sorry.

When it came to arguing with you guys about some subjects, I tended to speak out loud for how wrong either of you were.

Instead, I'm the one in the wrong.

The lies of the demon in my head, always fighting the urge of the broken souls all around me.

The path that I took of pain. Holding my fists tight as I crawl through these very thorns of the broken system that is my own soul.

You're both the world combined that took the sunlight away for all its glory. To achieve the end of this route.

I have tried telling you guys the truth of my ways, but my words always seemed to turn you both away, leaving me on this stage of darkness that no person would dare to sit down and watch for.

A theatrical mask has begun to slip off my face.

The truth always lies in the shadows, falling to a freeze of something new. To follow down into the vortex.

I'm trying to think of all the things you did for me, wanting to reverse the replay.

I can't stop thinking about it. Letting the shadow overtake the mind, keeping it in its hold...

I have gone above my head. I've let myself raise from the dust I was once, but now it's time to let destiny cut the strings of this puppet.

There is nothing holding me back. This redemption was helpless.

I'm just taking in all the desperation and having it burn my world.

So get ready, because I'm joining this game of ice and fire.

Let's have the world cease my existence. Let's watch this very river turn red.

The misguided taste is slowing my heart.

I love where I'm going now. You can dive back into the normalcy you guys wished for. I know you couldn't breathe through the air because of me. I was stopping everyone because of the way I am. I'm not like you guys. You guys are highlighting the streets, but I'm fading.

The shadows took me in as another victim, trapped in this broken cell as I have this pen run dry from its ink against the paper that I write to you.

Where do you think the faded ones go? What is at the end for all of those who were broken flashlights?

I guess I'm going to test the waters and see.

Hokuto, Subaru.

Even Makoto and everyone else all around...

This is a promise I know I can keep. I'll fall into the river just so you can walk across the broken bridge.

I'm ready to fall now.

Let's not forget, though...

...Goodbyes are nothing but lies.

Open your eyes and steady your stride.

This is only a passing through a scene. The next cut of action will focus on only you.

I'm the oceans tide that is pulling back for you, the sand, to be seen.

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