
Wildfire roaring in my veins, the entire universe blazing in my eyes.
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I'm going to break the rules a little cuz honestly I can tag five blogs but they all have the same mun so
@infernal-general
@phoenixborn
@phoenixduelist
@lightningdamned
@deathshadowed
Love you Jasmine ๐
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Man you should turn anon off for a bit if you want, tbh. These asks are seriously getting way outta hand.

Nah I'm having a blast๐คฃ as long as it's not harassment or discrimination or something similar I'm fine. But thank you for looking out for me! ๐
Me liking starter calls while my headache is making my brain explode:

๐๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐.
@lightningdamned

A literal Game of Thrones winner when alive, best swordfighter, the most dangerous, unpredictable double-triple crosser of all time. Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse.
@infernal-general

201 year old war general with assassin training, weapon proficiency along with her own body being the most lethal one. Wielder of the Hellfire, master of warfare. Second Horseman of the Apocalypse.
@deathshadowed

Death personified, harbinger of decay. Best marksman in history without a missed shot. Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse.
@phoenixborn

Unapologetically chaotic little shit, wicked good acrobat and packs some insane kicks. A literal cosmic horror, one of the oldest entities ever existed.
You want that gargoyle dick so bad

Well at least someone gets it.
โDon't jump into so drastic conclusions, and don't label a kind, handsome and talented man as just a 'dick'.โ
โBesides...you know what's great in pianists and guitarists?โ

โTheir finger dexterity.โ
@infernal-feminae

Of course they had to play Sweet Child O Mine. Not because of the beyond iconic guitar solos but parts where Erebus also could utilize his range. Cindy was a wildfire, a vocal terror running all around the stage in ecstasy; a true reminiscent of Axl Rose and the embodiment of untameable 80s rock n roll. With one deep breath she finished the song, drawing out the last word for almost a half minute, spicing it with a few vocal runs as she was slowly descending in pitch.
The response was deafening roar of amazement, raw euphoria in her veins. She only could witness this once, when she was alive. Lightheaded, dizzy from the happiness of having her dream fulfilled, she didn't even think just took off towards Erebus with an overjoyed laugh.
She was agile, her clothes never really hid her muscles; it wasn't much of a surprise that she succeeded in securing a spot with her legs tightly locked around him, one arm around his neck, the other hand lost in his hair. Everything faded into the background the moment their lips met, kiss born from shared talent, passion and attraction; Cindy was glowing.

And for once she couldn't say anything after parting, but she didn't move from her spot at all. She only could stare with stars sparkling in her eyes, her gentle radiance gently enveloping them.


VARYING KISSES PROMPT
@phoenixbornโ said:ย For Erebus, kiss after a successful performance because it would take a millennia so tiny cosmic horror also climbs large gargoyle
sender kisses receiverโs lips, to congratulate, in a club
It was an exhilarating feeling. Completing a song, watching the audience cheering for them, screaming their name as if praying to some deity. Erebus had almost forgotten what that feeling felt like. Christ, he could become addicted to this all over again.ย
How did he go so long without performing? He had been afraid he had lost his inspiration completely. Still, he canโt take all the credit. He wouldnโt be on this stage right now if it wasnโt for her.
Besides, what would an artist without his muse?
He turned to Cindy to share a look that saidย โwe did it!!โ only she was right in front of him and then she was climbing him. The gargoyle was still coming down from his high to really question what she was doing. But before he could think to ask, Cindy was kissing him.

He could have sworn the entire world ceased to exist in that one moment. The only thing that mattered in that moment was her.