You Want That Gargoyle Dick So Bad

You want that gargoyle dick so bad

Well at least someone gets it.

“Don't jump into so drastic conclusions, and don't label a kind, handsome and talented man as just a 'dick'.”

“Besides...you know what's great in pianists and guitarists?”

“Their finger dexterity.”

@infernal-feminae

I'M FUMING I KNOW WHERE THAT'S FROM I THINK- THAT'S MR. HIPPO'S MONOLOGUE FROM FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S 😭, DON'T BOTHER READING IT LMAOOO

Don't worry anon, thankfully due to my job I developed low tolerance for bullshit😌

Masterlist about Voice

Voice Claim: Lzzy Hale

Other inspirations: Axl Rose, Robert Plant

Vocal range: almost four octaves

Voice type: dramatic mezzo-soprano with hints of Soprano sfogato

Speaking voice: gritty mezzo

Longest notes: 15 to 30 seconds

Instruments: piano, learning electric, rhythm/lead and bass guitar

Education: choir singer for a week, almost completely self taught

Genres: hard rock, glam rock, glam metal, pop rock, cock rock (yes that's a thing.), alternative rock, grunge, bits of heavy metal. Founder of cosmic rock.

Unique qualities: natural grit in every part of her range, long, sustained belts even into the 6th octave, crazy vocal runs lasting up to 30 seconds, incredibly powerful vibrato, ability to switch to clean voice after satanic howls in a second, mimicking electric guitar sounds/singing along to it, comfortable in the lower registers as well, extremely flexible voice and vocal agility

Three word description: Explosive. Unique. Legendary.

Stage presence: Cindy has been through a lot. She suffered, has too many unhealthy coping mechanisms for her unresolved traumas but music...is something else. When performing, no matter for one person or for an arena she is truly herself. Happy, carefree and a hurricane. She never can stay still, only when executing those famous hour long belts, otherwise she's running, jumping all around the stage. She is charismatic, magnetic not just because of her talent but active effort to get the crowd enjoy themselves and sing after or with her. Sometimes even making physical contact with the raging fans, jumping off stage to deliver a few lines to one specific person. Her outfits look like she just came out of a BDSM gear store. Leather, vinyl, pvc, spikes, harnesses, high heels, chains; her wardrobe as flashy as her gritty falsetto screeches. She has no problem running around in basically bikini/lingerie, she is kind with fans but there's an underlying pride about her capabilities and display of her body. The concerts are long and she never loses any energy or has her voice weakened nearing the end. Her voice is as great if not better live than recorded.

Care: Cindy's voice is her most treasured possession and while using her gift to the utmost, she does it in a safe way. She is the embodiment of Fire but she doesn't want to test whenever her vocal chords are included in the regeneration process. She warms up every day, carefully going through her whole range, prodding whenever she can expand into whistle register or not. After singing she also does cooldown exercises just like after an intense workout you don't leave your body hanging. She consumes 2 liters of water in a day (despite...due to her anatomy it's nothing), doesn't smoke, drink alcohol or do drugs. She has 5 teas to keep her throat and vocals healthy, revitalized: Chamomile to repair tissue, Licorice root for anti inflammatory effects, Mixture of licorice, anise, raspberry leaves and slippery elm for soothing, overall protection, faster recovery, Peppermint to relieve stress and relax the muscles, Green tea to strengthen that impossible vibrato even further. Cindy is undeniably gifted but she worked and works hard to achieve & keep her current level and not reckless with her talent.

Songs: She writes her own songs, she has the instrumental part in her head but unable to write that down due to the lack of professional teaching. She can cover the most famous songs from I will always love you to Black Dog, showing her versatility in genres.

Habits/quirks: drumming the rhythm with her left leg, improvisation vocal stunts for minutes during mid songs for a true 80s experience, burning chemistry with band members, closing her eyes to bask in the guitar solo mixed with the roars of awe

@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: 👁👄👁

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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.