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@infernal-general

@phoenixborn

@phoenixduelist

@lightningdamned

@deathshadowed

Love you Jasmine 💗

Well, it seems that your journey has ended. Very sorry about that. It-it was always going to end this way, of course. If it weren’t by me, it would’ve just been by some other, y’know, terrible thing, just–you could not imagine how terrible it would be-just-I get scared thinkin’ about it. Glad it’s not me. Reminds me of a-of a time I was speaking to my good friend Orville. We were–we were sitting on a park bench watching the pigeons. I was on the left; he was on the r–wait, was I on the right? Or left? Anyways, it doesn’t matter. We were sitting on there watching the pigeons. And uh, -II said to Orville, ‘Friend, those birds are frozen, and he kinda looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I reminded him that it was winter, y’know, and often birds will sit in a tree until they freeze then-then they y’know they sort of fall to the ground ‘til the sun warms up a-and they can y’know move around again. So I said to Orville, ‘you might as well save those breadcrumbs until the birds thaw, ‘cause they can’t very well enjoy them in the condition they’re in.’ To which he asked what I meant, and asking what condition the crumbs should be in before he threw them to the birds–assuming that I meant the birds couldn’t enjoy the breadcrumbs in the condition that the crumbs were in, when in fact I had meant the birds could not enjoy them in the condition that the birds were in, considering that the birds were frozen. Y’know so he took a moment and then threw his last handful onto the ground. I said to him, ‘Orville, why did you just throw the breadcrumbs to the birds when I just told you they’re frozen?’ To which he responded, ‘the breadcrumbs are not frozen.’ Again, misunderstanding my words. I didn’t mean to say that the breadcrumbs were frozen, when I said, ‘I told you they’re frozen’, I’d been referring to the birds. Y’know, in hindsight what I should’ve said was–and this would make perfect sense, ‘Why did you throw the breadcrumbs to the birds when the birds are frozen?’ He misunderstood upon my correction, statin’ that he didn’t know what else to do with the breadcrumbs, and that perhaps, y’know, when the birds thawed, they’d still be able to eat the crumbs. So I-I said to Orville, I said and this is what I said to him, I said, ‘Orville, the birds may be dead

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That your girl? 👀

Yes💖💕❤💗💖💗💕

@winters-club

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

@phoenixborn​ said: For Erebus, kiss after a successful performance because it would take a millennia so tiny cosmic horror also climbs large gargoyle

sender kisses receiver’s 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. 

How did he go so long without performing? He had been afraid he had lost his inspiration completely. Still, he can’t take all the credit. He wouldn’t be on this stage right now if it wasn’t for her.

Besides, what would an artist without his muse?

He turned to Cindy to share a look that said ‘we did it!!’ 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.

M57, Ring Nebula

@winters-club

Cindy: I don't know what's the fuss about souls, I just kill the dude and rip his soul out to fuel my fire.

Velvet: 👁👄👁

Cindy: Aftercare especially after rough sex is a must and those who refuse to do so deserve a knife in the dick.

Hysteria: 👁👄👁

Cindy: Yes I can burn underwater and DON'T touch that because it's a neutron star in disguise.

Baxter: 👁👄👁

Cindy: I can draw power from the stars and technically I could have sex for a year.

Verosika: 👁👄👁

Cindy: I have vocal range over 4 octaves, natural grit, octave jumps without any magic

Vy: 👁👄👁