#sinnerspeaks

[poor-sinner]

"d'aww. Aren't you the cutest lil' thang in this hell?"

•A familiar voice coos out, followed by his face being grabbed and kneaded like dough by her clawed hands - Ire smiling widely and displaying her sharp teeth.•

@fallfrom-grace

Stepping back, he turned to the voice - HER voice - but moments later, she was already invading his comfort zone, touching his face. Tiny little cuts from her claws were already being left on his cheeks.

"fuck- stop touching me-!" he complained, lightly shoving her away and pulling his face away from her grasp.

[sinnersweetie]

I swear Miniladd singing will be the death of me...

I mean like...seriously. if any of yall were on his live stream last night, you would've heard it. He sounds like a fucking angel ♡

[poor-sinner]

*Something feels a little off. The ground shakes beneath you just slightly.

You hear a crack, from beneath you.

And then you fall.

Youre falling for quite a while, the temperature rising rapidly, before...

You hit the ground. Youre not injured at all- but nothing seems to have broken your fall.

...Oh. You're in rOT. Thats not good

A serpentlike creature is perched above you, atop a wall. Disgrace.*

@a-sinner-named-jules

As he fell, wind rushing past him, he closed his eyes in fear.

As it got hotter, his holy robes adjusted, keeping him at a safe temperature. A moment later, he hit the ground.

He got up, looking around. The landscape looked completely unfamiliar to him.

He failed to notice the serpentine entity. At least, until it was too late.

[poor-sinner]

*You hear footsteps behind you. Hooves clicking along the concrete, the faint rattling of chains echoing through the maze.

It sounds like its directly behind you, but when you turn, it stops, and you see nothing.

Its cold.*

@toleave-towander

...he felt a strange sense of deja vu. He shuddered, feeling eyes on his back.

He stayed quiet, slowly reaching for the B.R.I.C.K. in his pocket.

[poor-sinner]

so fearful...

( with no warning, no fanfare, two targets open in front of john's eyes, as well as two closed eyes. one of those eyes opens, staring pointedly- the shadows swallow this entity, so any humanoid form is left hidden, probably on purpose.

it seems to be studying him, not yet attacking...if itll attack at all. )

[@forevision-html - from ina]

"!!!"

John froze, petrified. His pupils were already pinpricks. He didn't dare speak.

He made eye contact with the shadows.

Oh, Genesis. He felt like he was going to die.

[poor-sinner]

YOU

are quite possibly one of the most unhealthy, sopping-wet-cat-coded looking sinners I have ever met.

(no offense)

And I really really wanna fix you up and get you therapy and adopt you in a sibling way

but not only am i a child but i have prettyyyy limited resources...

So! A little

gossip

is gonna have to work! (๑>◡<๑)

- @factswithseesay

"...o...kay? I don't know how to feel about this..."

The sinner anxiously scratched at the back of his neck. He didn't want another 'accident' to happen... but Seesay seemed more trustworthy than anybody else he'd met, as they hadn't harmed him on sight.

"...just. Don't involve me in anything dangerous. I don't want to get hurt..." Again, he thought.

[poor-sinner]

WARNING: THIS BLOG MAY SOMETIMES CONTAIN ARTISTIC DEPICTIONS OF GORY SCENES, AND IS THEREFORE "NOT FOR KIDS". (16+) I DO NOT SUPPORT SIMON OR HIS GF (THIS IS A BLOG FOR FUNSIES). DO NOT TRY TO DRAG ME INTO DRAMA!

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[CURRENT EVENTS]

AGONY. - Ire found him, and has used him for her entertainment.

ABOUT THE SINNER

THE SINNER'S PRONOUNS: he/him

THE SINNER'S FEARS: Merinthophobia, hemophobia, aichmophobia

This version of John is immortal, and often finds himself in less-than-preferable situations, usually ones that cause him extreme pain and/or suffering. He is a lot less brave than the canon John. Ire has a special hatred for him, though he's not sure why.

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POST INDICATORS ⤵️

#sinnerspeaks - asks/posts

#yeowch! - something bad or gory is happening

#[text] - blog runner is speaking

Red text involves the sinner's tears.

(violence, gore, helplessness - things that make him cry.)

Pink text involves the sinner's fears.

(restraint, Ire - things that make him afraid.)

Purple text highlights the sinner's name and pronouns.

(John, the sinner, he/him/his.)

Blue text involves the sinner's feelings.

(cold, sad, scared - things that make him weak or miserable.)

Green text indicates that something is holy.

(Flashlights, lanterns, robes, anything created by Him.)

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DM INDICATORS ⤵️

[None yet. Still figuring this out.]

REFERENCE SHEETS ⤵️

[Wounds will turn into scarring over time. Questions about wounds/scars are welcomed.]

[Oh, yeah. I have boundaries for where injuries can be.]

Green - entirely ok to go for (e.g. gutting, stabbing, other forms of injury)

Yellow - can injure, but not seriously (e.g. deep cuts, but not to bone)

Orange - light injury (e.g. skin deep cuts)

Red - cannot be injured in any way

[The reason for this legend is because sometimes I can feel 'sympathy pains' and I would rather not have a headache while trying to sleep.]

[poor-sinner]

*You hear an odd, electric buzzing coming from somewhere in the forest. It jumps falls in pitch occasionally, but the humming never breaks.*

@join-the-hive

(its hiving timeee)

"...wh-who's there?!-"

He looked around. Nothing seemed to be there.

His gut was telling him to run, but his legs weren't obeying.

Something- no, many somethings- were out there. Watching.