#sainthey

[lcvedriven]

What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

i wish i knew not to be such a people pleaser, because i really, really tried. there's still a part of me that tries, but i think that's just who i am - i hate confrontation, hate feeling like i'm making someone uncomfortable.

but you're not going to make everyone comfortable and you shouldn't, you've got to set your own boundaries and say who and what you will and won't write/write with. that's important, and if other people don't like that ... then they can leave. there are other people to write with, you don't have to go against your boundaries/morals.

#sainthey #( ask box. ) ooc.

[crowshoots]

    @sainthey​ liked for a lyrical starter.  

   “ you never learned to drop the act. ”

#from make a move by icon for hire! #oRIGINALLY i was going 2 intend this for yuri bc ive seen his name (although u have multiple yuris LMAO) around ur blog recently #but also this cld go for either sasha or alina if u wld like. oR or ... if theres a particular oc calling 2 respond to this. we can plot :] #or just wave a vague hand around and ignore the 'idk how these two meet but theyve met now' #facts are for the unimaginative. / ic. #i like walking the streets free. / v. undetermined. #sainthey

[philomelia]

(     @sainthey​ sneaked into a restricted place     )

‘‘     you’re too pretty for ketterdamn.    you don’t look like has sucked the soul out of you yet.     ’’      cassie thinks of the darkness beneath her eyes,   the frown lines working behind her lips:     she is a shadowed bloom to alina’s natural light.     fingers catch on alina’s chin,   pressing her this way and that way with a soft hum   (beauty had not struck cassandra since she left the little palace   ...   she had resigned herself to the abandonment of such trifles   --   art is only worth as much as the heart lets it be).     ‘‘    sadly,  i was not blessed with the ability to change your opinion,    but i can give you an outfit that isn’t   ...   all this.     ’’      cassie gestures a hand vaguely to alina’s being.      ‘‘     and i can hide that light in your face.    make - up truly is a wondrous invention.     ’’

#sainthey #𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐢. verse two ... o' saints in my bleeding mind! #not Quite the prompt but. getting ready for the prompt

[siennabook]

😏 @sainthey / aлександр !

          ❛  я  не  говорю  по-русски.  ❜  но  cиенна  хочет  научится  этому.  он  может  научить  её.  😏  ❛  это  большой  и  важный  язык.  ты  согласна?  ❜  

#sainthey #𝘜𝘕𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌 / inferno. #𝘈𝘙𝘊 𝘐𝘐𝘐 / doctor. #🤡🤡🤡 #'ты согласна' GIRL SHUT UP 🤡

[goddealt]

@sainthey liked for a thing!

Will had told Max that Joyce wanted to stop by and check on her. Ordinarily, she would have tried not to cry, but given everything that’s happened, she’d let it happen. She loves her mom, really she does. But Joyce has always represented a stability that Susan never quite got the hang of. So no, Joyce isn’t her mom, but Max can’t help feeling just a little bit safer when Joyce enters the room. “Hi Mrs. Byers,” Max says softly, assuming it is Joyce and not one of the nurses.

#temporarily iconless #sainthey #sainthey ; joyce #im emo!!!! man #hhhhh #anyway this is perfect thank you for liking : #oh i was gonna do a crying emoji but commas #rip #oh wait!! :'( #there #st spoilers / #st spoilers #st 4 spoilers / #st 4 spoilers

[fenixburnedarchived2]

@sainthey​ bullied me into this <3 

With two glasses in her hand she walks towards her brother, who’s waiting for her at the edge of the roof garden. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight”, she admits, the hint of a smile on her face. No, Aleksandr hadn’t told her that he’d attend the concert or the party afterwards, but once she’d joined the other guests here, Ulla had easily spotted him in the crowd. She’d recognize him anywhere, due to a bond that feels so much older than either of them. “But I suspect hearing me sing and celebrate is not the only reason you came, is it?” 

#sainthey #❈ 「 𝐈𝐂 」 ulla morozova . #idk it's just vibes <3 #missed them sm actually 🥺🥺

[spxnglr]

❝ If you’re here for me, you’re going to have to wait. I’m not finished yet. ❞

@sainthey​ gets a one-liner for Death.

#𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙽' 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽. (MAIN) #sainthey #Death: *appears* Egon: No

[eldestwheeler]

       ❛  when  hope  feels  like  a  four  letter  word,  that’s  when  you  say  fuck  it  and  live  uncensored.  ❜  advice  he’s  been  living  by  lately,  granted  when  he  heard  it,  it  was  phrased  a  little  different.  

@sainthey​  ❤

#sainthey #❛ &. my blue and green they turn to red. ( starters. ) ❜ #i love all ur characters so i couldn't decide and left it open to whoever it fits most with fjdkslafds

[badgeworn-arc]

.  .  .   OR  MAYBE  HOME  IS  JUST  TWO  ARMS  WRAPPED  AROUND  YOU  WHEN  YOU’RE  AT  YOUR  WORST.           armageddon  knocked  on  a  door  both  refused  to  open  for  neither  fret   the  end  of  a  world  that  has  ended  and  began  again  in  the  morning  over  and  over.      there  were  still  moments  where  he  finds  himself  waiting   for  the  other  shoe  to  drop  ,   for  the  warmth  they’d  gathered  beneath  the  blankets   and   between  tangled  limbs  to  be  ripped  away   and  replaced  with  that  bone  aching  chill  the  nights  in  kamchatka   left   buried  in  him.        it’s   been   three  days   and  it  still  hasn’t  come.     maybe  it  was  time  to  start  believing  in  those  miracles  again.      ━        he  thinks  he’ll  know  every  inch  of  her  by  the  time  they  leave  this  room  and  for  a  moment  he   allows  himself  to  think  selfishly   about   a  world  where  they  never  had  to  leave.    his  body  ached   from   every   single    time   they’ve  had  to  carry  the  world  on  their  shoulders  and  his  heart   longed   to  see   the  girl  he’d  left  behind  in  indiana  ,   but  god  did  spending  the  rest  of   his  life  mapping  out  constellations  made  from  freckles  that  spattered  across  fair  skin  while  soft   fingertips   traced  every  new   mark  he’d  earned  as  if  to  commit  them  to  memory  sound  so  damn  good.         hopper’s   lips   find   her  shoulder  at  the  same  time  her  fingers  find  a  spot  on  his  hip.

❛     that  one’s  not  from  russia.      ❜    he  murmurs  as  he  covers  her  hand  with  his  own  and  brings  it   to  his  lips  ,   kissing  each  digit  individually.      the   story   behind  it   far   less  gruesome  than  any  of  his  other  mementos.   it  involved  beer  and  teenage  stupidity  in  the  form  of   hopping   fences.        a   soft  smile  crosses  his  lips  as  he  let  her  hand  go,  allowing  his  own  to   take  inventory  of  her  own  battle  scars.    some  he  knew  the  stories  behind  ,   he’d  been  there  when  they  happened   .     .     .   others  he  could  put  together  with  context  clues.    it’s  only  when  rough  fingers  find  a  crescent  shaped  mark  just  below  the  other’s  ribs  does  he  shimmy  down  in  order  to  get  a  better  look.    his  thumb  swipes  it  one,  two,  three  times  before  he  leans  in  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  raised  skin     ━      the  audacity  to  look  surprised  when  it  remained  even  after  he  pulled  away.     ❛       what’s  the  story  behind  this  little  guy  ?     ❜   another  kiss  before  his  gaze  settles  on  her,   chin  propped  up  on  her  thigh.           ❛      c’mon   .   .   .   i’ll  tell  you  mine  if  you  tell  me  yours  .    .   .    ❜

*         BYERS    ,      JOYCE    @sainthey​    prompted   :     ❛  28 .   a  kiss  over  a  scar .      [     kiss  prompt.   ]

#he actually has a phd in joyce byers and not knowing will kill him thx #sainthey #╰ ‘ 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘐 𝘉𝘌𝘎𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘠𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘌 … ’ › answered.

[lcvedriven]

joyce will take hop's face in both her hands, rest her forehead against his & whisper very, very quietly how proud she is of him

he'll hum and close his eyes, try to steady himself with her hands on his face, on the point of contact between their foreheads. try to make his heartbeat resemble something like a normal rhythm instead of the erratic, frantic timing its had since the prison flew away behind them.

it won't last long. his heart will skip a beat and his breath catches.

"me? you."

#sainthey #( ask box. ) jhop. #soft. #st spoilers

[rahbid]

TARGET   :   UCHIHA, OBITO. LOCATION   :   @sainthey​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   OTHERWISE PROMPTED. ENCRYPTED   :   FURTHER DECODING NEEDED.

DECODED   :    neither of them is completely naked, jezebel's shirt is halfway gone, obito's pants pooling somewhere around his knees. all in all one might get the impression of a rather rushed affair & it isn't, technically, & yet the chose the least comfortable position to be in. the rough stone wall digs into her back, her ankles are crossed behind his back. there are better places to do what they have in mind but jezebel did that little squealing noise when obito held her up with just one arm wrapped around her middle, free hand playing around inside her pants .... he would rather lose that arm than admit there'd be more comfortable & practical ways (or that this does not happen as effortlessly as he'd like to believe)

RESPONSE   :   

         he touches her and she swears she sees god. it's all new sensations, like eletricity crakling beneath her skin. her jacket is discarded on the floor, thin shirt bunched up and tucked under her chin to prevent it from getting in the way. he shoves her skirt up her thighs, eliciting another delicate noise from her lips   (   reddened, nearly bruised from how hard she'd kissed him   ), this time in the form of a gasp rather than a squeal. she knows this is not the perfect time nor place, but the second his hand so much as grazed her clothed cunt, she was in unspoken agreement   ---   she'd rather lose an arm than give this up.

        she knows no one is coming, but there is an excitement to doing this outside of their own bedroom anyway, even as she feels stone dig into her back. the marks it leaves behind will be temporary, a stinging reminder of their tryst when they share a shower later. and god, the way he holds her with one arm, as if she weighs nothing at all   ---   it makes her dizzy, makes her head swim with lust and pure desperation. without even fully realizing it, she's begun moving her hips against his hand, pushing his fingers needily into the most sensitive spots, encouraging him to stroke delicate circles around her clit. it is clumsy, his arm is probably going numb from being pinned to his side by her leg, she knows she could slip down at any second and yet, she simply does not care. her desperation is tangible and from that alone, it's not long before she's letting out a choked, whimpery gasp and her teeth are sinking deep into the flesh of his shoulder as he feels wet seep through the soft, cotton fabric. 

        ❝   wait  ---   ❞   she half sounds disappointed at finishing, as if it all ends there. her clit is raw from stimulation and when he grazes it again, even her painless self can feel how it makes her wince.  

        ❝   i want more   ---   ❞   she isn't entirely sure what she's asking for, nor how to ask for it. the world beyong her sheltered life is still so new, but what she does know is she trusts obito and she wants him, hungrily, greedily.  she wants him the way the characters in her book want one another   ---   quickened heartbeats and the delicate grazes of hands. how the tension builds and builds until it explodes. this has been a long time coming and yet, the detonation still threw her off and in all the fire of it, she wants to be burned.

        ❝   please?   ❞   added very softly, as if she were asking for something much grander than for the man she loves   (   and who loves her   )   to fuck her already, as if his pants aren't already around his knees for it. greed had always been a sin, so too was lust and both she indulges in now with a voracious desire, hips angling to tease the tip of his cock with her cunt.

#usfw #lemoncw #sainthey #「 ACCESS FILE :// OUTGOING. 」: target eliminated˒ mission success.

[philomelia]

(    continued with @sainthey​ from here     )

the question is as thorny as any other challenge.    cassie bites her teeth against impulse   (this is rare and should be noted:    cassie spills words as if they are meaningless,   as if she can undo whatever damage that they leave in their wake).    her eyes droop into a glare,  bottom lip plucked forward in question.   ignore what you do not understand and you will face the price.    her mother’s voice had never been a gracious warning in her head   ---    necessary,  though,  especially when her teeth are digging into her tongue.     ‘‘   only as interesting as any other human.   which,  to you,  i imagine is not very interesting at all.     ’’       she smiles,   as if her answer was anything more than words.   speak as she might,   language alludes her:    her heart seems to rally against it.     ‘‘     i wouldn’t waste your time.     ’’

#sainthey #𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢. verse one ... o' shrill - voiced nightingale! #i cannot stop myself replying to whatever u post. it's my truth

[pyreshegone]

🍒  +  my url? 🥺👉👈

FAWN ILY!!!! 💕✨️ absolutely love you and your characters and everything you have done with them whether they're canons you've added ur ✨️spice✨️ to or your lovely ocs 🥺

#✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: ooc / and i think it's going to be a long long time #sainthey #mobile.

[ruinrisen]

@sainthey​    𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃     :      love confessions﹕ sender  confesses  their  love  to  receiver .  /   hello from hinata hello

those soft words muttered betwixt fingers that fold against her lips sink into gaara’s very existence , collapsing years of barriers & stubborn avoidant tendencies in one fell swoop . he can tell she’s shaking , but it’s a bit of a relief as he can feel himself shaking too . eyes are wide & his heart is heavy as it pleads that he does not deserve this . that this is not real . that he should not believe this . that this is all some sort of fantastical game made up to feel less afraid of him .

he wants to recoil , to fold into himself , to wrap himself in a blanket of grainy sand , & his sand sweeps beneath their feet as silence permeates every inch between them . frowning for a moment , he swallows hard , his fingers pulling at the cloth that dons his inner elbows . he’d scoff at the idea that she might hold such tender feelings for him if he knew it wouldn’t hurt her feelings . however , he’d rather not spit on the courage it’s taken for her to admit such fragile affection . 

they’d spent so much time together , after all . excitement forming in each other’s eyes when they were allowed time together : free time , missions , even a simple mission to each other’s village without the promise of seeing one another , they’d found a simple familiarity in comfortable company . gaara frowns & it’s obvious how much commotion is stirring beneath the surface of a displeased surface . he’s trying to sort it all out , but nothing about this makes any sense . but , in hindsight , he should have seen it coming . not that he knows enough about that four letter word to have expected anything beyond simple companionship with the slightest bit of yearning . 

their silences are usually soft , comforting , like a hug from the atmosphere with reassuring whispers . this one is cruel & complicated & broken . 

perhaps , she herself doesn’t understand the words that spill with so much effort from her soft , soulful lips . there’s guilt that bubbles up from within his chest & he can feel it like a chokehold in his throat . he wants to give her the chance , he wants to accept what she feels & allow the both of them to blossom into  .  .  .  something scary , unknown ; a path he’d be willing to take with her . but the simple idea of someone  .  .  .  loving him  .  .  .  it was almost too much to take . 

so he draws in a fragile breath & he cannot meet her eyes . they’ve grown to know each other quite well , & he knows that with honesty comes pain but with lies come resentment . he’d air something truthful & delicate as he speaks , his voice traced with lines of concern & confusion .

                                                                        ❛   hinata .   ❜

there’s no way she could have meant what she just said .

                     ❛   you said  .  .  .  -- you don’t mean  .  .  .   ❜

                                                               .  .  .  me ?

a single tear makes its home on his jaw . to go your whole life as an unlovable husk of a monster  .  .  .  surely , this is not happening . but if even for a second , he’d like to believe her .

a gentle hand places itself upon her shoulder . 

        ❛   you know who i am . who i was . does that not hinder your  .  .  .  feelings ?   ❜

#sainthey #➤ 𝐂𝐇 : in . #➤ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 : there’s no harm in learning each other slowly . (sainthey) #[ um ??? im emo #my teeth are falling out of my mouth #the way he can't even believe her rip to my heart ]

[fenixburnedarchived2]

@sainthey​ gets a Dominik starter ! (for Yuri)

For a moment his fingers just linger on the spines of the books. Sometimes Dominik still feels like a ghost in this palace, old memories mixing with the new ones he’s making. He takes one out and turns around, realizing that he isn’t alone in the library as he’d assumed. “Apologies. I thought nobody else would be here at this hour.” 

#sainthey #❈「 𝐈𝐂 」 dominik kosyak . #OK BUT i just think with their backgrounds they could actually get along 🥺👉👈

[quarrytm]

@sainthey​  ,  continued.

             years  and  years  of  leading  the  hackett’s  summer  camp  led  to  knowing  what  went  on  in  the  mind’s  of  teenagers  and  young  adults.  he’s  spent  enough  time  with  the  campers  and  counselors  alike  to  know  they  didn’t  always  think  things  through,  that  they  liked  to  rebel,  even  a  little  bit.  they  liked  to  have  fun.  which  meant  emma  wasn’t  the  first  person  he’d  seen  sneaking  out  of  the  years,  and  she  definitely  wouldn’t  be  the  last.  it  was  really  just  bad  timing.  chris  couldn’t  sleep,  so  walking  around  the  campgrounds  seemed  like  a  good  option.  when  he  spotted  emma  creeping  out  from  her  cabin,  he  had  to  grin  a  bit  and  shake  his  head  before  approaching.  pulling  her  up  into  his  office  seemed  like  this  could  be  a  bad  meeting,  but  the  last  thing  mr. hackett  wanted  to  do  was  make  her  think  she  was  in  hot  water.  rather,  he  wanted  to  teach  her  a  valuable  life  lesson.

‘ you’re  not  in  trouble,  emma.  y’think  i  don’t  know  what  you  kids  get  up  to  when  i’m  asleep? ’   chris  gives  a  half  sigh  half  chuckle,  the  man  straightening  a  stack  of  papers  on  his  desk.   ‘ all  i  want  is  a  little  honesty.  it  goes  a  long  way, ’   chris  truly  thought  it  was  the  best  policy,  too.   ‘ it’s  not  always  safe  for  you  guys  t’be  out’ve  your  cabins  at  night.  you  should  think  it  through  next  time,  maybe  take  a  buddy . . .  to  th’bathroom, ’   knowing  smile  rests  on  thin  lips.   ‘ loud  and  clear? ’

#hi <3 hop u don't mind #sainthey #chris.