Sad Ghost, Smutpeddler
@sadghost.bsky.social
Worker drone who wrote things until capitalism hollowed me out. Anarchist. He/him. Irish.
Fiction and poetry here: https://nutsboltsnarrative.wordpress.com
Aggressively kinky erotica here: https://dirtymessylove.wordpress.com
Fiction and poetry here: https://nutsboltsnarrative.wordpress.com
Aggressively kinky erotica here: https://dirtymessylove.wordpress.com
I am but a humble pervert trying to be helpful and also gas you up, as is deserved.
Sorry for the noise the typo in the last version of this was bugging me
Sorry for the noise the typo in the last version of this was bugging me
November 23, 2025 at 3:59 AM
I am but a humble pervert trying to be helpful and also gas you up, as is deserved.
Sorry for the noise the typo in the last version of this was bugging me
Sorry for the noise the typo in the last version of this was bugging me
Not the target audience but fwiw the high contrast is really nice for emphasis and vibe. I do think colour works better with your more elaborate fits and any angle that really shows off your eyes.
That said, your gaze here is at once the most confident and most desirous I've seen it.
That said, your gaze here is at once the most confident and most desirous I've seen it.
November 23, 2025 at 3:48 AM
Not the target audience but fwiw the high contrast is really nice for emphasis and vibe. I do think colour works better with your more elaborate fits and any angle that really shows off your eyes.
That said, your gaze here is at once the most confident and most desirous I've seen it.
That said, your gaze here is at once the most confident and most desirous I've seen it.
ugh I should've put this in a Tumblr draft first it's gonna be so tedious to transcribe.
November 23, 2025 at 3:35 AM
ugh I should've put this in a Tumblr draft first it's gonna be so tedious to transcribe.
Did you know that I am constitutionally incapable of not following a throwaway joke to its conclusion.
The joke in this case was about a sect of martial artists in Hell who attempt to achieve enlightenment through bimbohood, followed by the thought "would there be a corresponding himbo sect?"
The joke in this case was about a sect of martial artists in Hell who attempt to achieve enlightenment through bimbohood, followed by the thought "would there be a corresponding himbo sect?"
November 23, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Did you know that I am constitutionally incapable of not following a throwaway joke to its conclusion.
The joke in this case was about a sect of martial artists in Hell who attempt to achieve enlightenment through bimbohood, followed by the thought "would there be a corresponding himbo sect?"
The joke in this case was about a sect of martial artists in Hell who attempt to achieve enlightenment through bimbohood, followed by the thought "would there be a corresponding himbo sect?"
And so that her trip wasn't a total waste, she invited him to blow her back out before returning to the monastery to tell the other acolytes how she'd achieved the empty mind state for nearly forty minutes.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
And so that her trip wasn't a total waste, she invited him to blow her back out before returning to the monastery to tell the other acolytes how she'd achieved the empty mind state for nearly forty minutes.
"Miss, I don't know which Prince Ontology is, but it sounds like I ought to kick his arse for you."
Belindra met his eyes with wide open gaze for a moment, wrapped her fingers around as much of his wrist as she could, and sighed heavily, looking down into the fire.
"Thank you, Turel."
Belindra met his eyes with wide open gaze for a moment, wrapped her fingers around as much of his wrist as she could, and sighed heavily, looking down into the fire.
"Thank you, Turel."
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"Miss, I don't know which Prince Ontology is, but it sounds like I ought to kick his arse for you."
Belindra met his eyes with wide open gaze for a moment, wrapped her fingers around as much of his wrist as she could, and sighed heavily, looking down into the fire.
"Thank you, Turel."
Belindra met his eyes with wide open gaze for a moment, wrapped her fingers around as much of his wrist as she could, and sighed heavily, looking down into the fire.
"Thank you, Turel."
"Do the Principles themselves allow this? Is it a big joke? That himbos just happen?" Belindra seethed. "Is fucking masculine privilege just down to the ontology of our universe?"
Seeing she was upset, Turel's brows furrowed, and he gently set his cup down and placed a meaty hand on her shoulder.
Seeing she was upset, Turel's brows furrowed, and he gently set his cup down and placed a meaty hand on her shoulder.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"Do the Principles themselves allow this? Is it a big joke? That himbos just happen?" Belindra seethed. "Is fucking masculine privilege just down to the ontology of our universe?"
Seeing she was upset, Turel's brows furrowed, and he gently set his cup down and placed a meaty hand on her shoulder.
Seeing she was upset, Turel's brows furrowed, and he gently set his cup down and placed a meaty hand on her shoulder.
"They are! And, I should note, we're all bimbos! All of us past novice, anyway! We work and train and yes okay it is a lot of fun most of the time especially when the travelling acrobats pass by but you and every master I've heard about just... do it!"
Turel sipped his tea, waiting for her to go on.
Turel sipped his tea, waiting for her to go on.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"They are! And, I should note, we're all bimbos! All of us past novice, anyway! We work and train and yes okay it is a lot of fun most of the time especially when the travelling acrobats pass by but you and every master I've heard about just... do it!"
Turel sipped his tea, waiting for her to go on.
Turel sipped his tea, waiting for her to go on.
Bel's practice was fraying. "Do you know how many squats we do? My mentor can swallow a whole horse-length without gagging and even she isn't on your level! How is it fair for you to just... do it!"
Turel seemed troubled, but mildly.
"Can't say, miss. Sounds like everyone is doing their best."
Turel seemed troubled, but mildly.
"Can't say, miss. Sounds like everyone is doing their best."
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Bel's practice was fraying. "Do you know how many squats we do? My mentor can swallow a whole horse-length without gagging and even she isn't on your level! How is it fair for you to just... do it!"
Turel seemed troubled, but mildly.
"Can't say, miss. Sounds like everyone is doing their best."
Turel seemed troubled, but mildly.
"Can't say, miss. Sounds like everyone is doing their best."
He smiled, pleased, and Belindra was calmed in spite of herself. Then she rallied.
"So you just... you just became enlightened? You just... like that, gave yourself over to the way?"
Turel nodded.
"Probably. Don't let your tea go cold."
"But... my teachers trained for years just to get close!"
"So you just... you just became enlightened? You just... like that, gave yourself over to the way?"
Turel nodded.
"Probably. Don't let your tea go cold."
"But... my teachers trained for years just to get close!"
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
He smiled, pleased, and Belindra was calmed in spite of herself. Then she rallied.
"So you just... you just became enlightened? You just... like that, gave yourself over to the way?"
Turel nodded.
"Probably. Don't let your tea go cold."
"But... my teachers trained for years just to get close!"
"So you just... you just became enlightened? You just... like that, gave yourself over to the way?"
Turel nodded.
"Probably. Don't let your tea go cold."
"But... my teachers trained for years just to get close!"
"Exactlyyyyy," Belindra replied, in proper ritual fashion. "So like, how did you learn that?"
Turel sipped his tea.
"Well, I tried getting angry but that didn't work and made me ma sad. And then I was sad. And then I just stopped worrying and tried bein' nice."
Turel sipped his tea.
"Well, I tried getting angry but that didn't work and made me ma sad. And then I was sad. And then I just stopped worrying and tried bein' nice."
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"Exactlyyyyy," Belindra replied, in proper ritual fashion. "So like, how did you learn that?"
Turel sipped his tea.
"Well, I tried getting angry but that didn't work and made me ma sad. And then I was sad. And then I just stopped worrying and tried bein' nice."
Turel sipped his tea.
"Well, I tried getting angry but that didn't work and made me ma sad. And then I was sad. And then I just stopped worrying and tried bein' nice."
"You seem so at peace, and like, so unbothered in this dangerous place?" she said, changing tack.
"No sense getting all worked up about things you can't put your hands on," he replied, casually lifting the boiling pot in his bare palm and pouring tea into eartheware cups.
"No sense getting all worked up about things you can't put your hands on," he replied, casually lifting the boiling pot in his bare palm and pouring tea into eartheware cups.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"You seem so at peace, and like, so unbothered in this dangerous place?" she said, changing tack.
"No sense getting all worked up about things you can't put your hands on," he replied, casually lifting the boiling pot in his bare palm and pouring tea into eartheware cups.
"No sense getting all worked up about things you can't put your hands on," he replied, casually lifting the boiling pot in his bare palm and pouring tea into eartheware cups.
Turel scratched his wide jaw and shrugged.
"Same way as anyone else, prob'ly, but only when the sun's out. Or there's an imp-cage or somesuch."
Belindra understood she was dealing with a true master, but still had to suppress some frustration. She giggled once more, exhaled, and thought.
"Same way as anyone else, prob'ly, but only when the sun's out. Or there's an imp-cage or somesuch."
Belindra understood she was dealing with a true master, but still had to suppress some frustration. She giggled once more, exhaled, and thought.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Turel scratched his wide jaw and shrugged.
"Same way as anyone else, prob'ly, but only when the sun's out. Or there's an imp-cage or somesuch."
Belindra understood she was dealing with a true master, but still had to suppress some frustration. She giggled once more, exhaled, and thought.
"Same way as anyone else, prob'ly, but only when the sun's out. Or there's an imp-cage or somesuch."
Belindra understood she was dealing with a true master, but still had to suppress some frustration. She giggled once more, exhaled, and thought.
"You... looked down?"
Turel nodded.
"Paths tend to be on the ground," he said, soberly, "except in some towns where they're not, but those are easier to see."
Belindra blinked, and then giggled in accordance with her training.
"No, like, how did you become enlightened?"
Turel nodded.
"Paths tend to be on the ground," he said, soberly, "except in some towns where they're not, but those are easier to see."
Belindra blinked, and then giggled in accordance with her training.
"No, like, how did you become enlightened?"
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"You... looked down?"
Turel nodded.
"Paths tend to be on the ground," he said, soberly, "except in some towns where they're not, but those are easier to see."
Belindra blinked, and then giggled in accordance with her training.
"No, like, how did you become enlightened?"
Turel nodded.
"Paths tend to be on the ground," he said, soberly, "except in some towns where they're not, but those are easier to see."
Belindra blinked, and then giggled in accordance with her training.
"No, like, how did you become enlightened?"
"Would you like some tea?" he said, placidly, after a long moment of silence. Belindra accepted the offer, and they sat outside the hut beside a small fire to await the boiling and steeping.
"So like, how did you find the path?" she asked.
Turel answered; "I looked down?"
"So like, how did you find the path?" she asked.
Turel answered; "I looked down?"
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
"Would you like some tea?" he said, placidly, after a long moment of silence. Belindra accepted the offer, and they sat outside the hut beside a small fire to await the boiling and steeping.
"So like, how did you find the path?" she asked.
Turel answered; "I looked down?"
"So like, how did you find the path?" she asked.
Turel answered; "I looked down?"
Perplexed, the noble bimbo tilted her head and tried to make sense of this man whom she'd been told had attained Divinity by the path of emptiness; his mighty thews, thick belly, and kind eyes, and very pointedly not at his trousers though her training screamed otherwise.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Perplexed, the noble bimbo tilted her head and tried to make sense of this man whom she'd been told had attained Divinity by the path of emptiness; his mighty thews, thick belly, and kind eyes, and very pointedly not at his trousers though her training screamed otherwise.
Spake the acolyte: "Are you, like, enlightened master Turel?"
Beaming, shining with sweat, the master looked up from his labours and replied "I'm Turel, but I don't tan so good now you mention it."
Beaming, shining with sweat, the master looked up from his labours and replied "I'm Turel, but I don't tan so good now you mention it."
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
Spake the acolyte: "Are you, like, enlightened master Turel?"
Beaming, shining with sweat, the master looked up from his labours and replied "I'm Turel, but I don't tan so good now you mention it."
Beaming, shining with sweat, the master looked up from his labours and replied "I'm Turel, but I don't tan so good now you mention it."
She found him in a rude hut where the bronze karst of a far-flung principality of the Hellsun was gnawed by a parasite-kingdom left in the passage of The Beast, tearing logs in twain with his bare hands.
November 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
She found him in a rude hut where the bronze karst of a far-flung principality of the Hellsun was gnawed by a parasite-kingdom left in the passage of The Beast, tearing logs in twain with his bare hands.
So the Sixth Circle is now ruled by The Tumour Logic, a demonic paperclip optimiser, and nominally managed by a board of dipshits trying to steer it.
November 23, 2025 at 1:56 AM
So the Sixth Circle is now ruled by The Tumour Logic, a demonic paperclip optimiser, and nominally managed by a board of dipshits trying to steer it.
You've probably heard this a million times by now, but it was a really excellent performance. Elevated the character enormously.
November 23, 2025 at 1:52 AM
You've probably heard this a million times by now, but it was a really excellent performance. Elevated the character enormously.