I Think Your Oc's Are Great Tbh. Among My Favorites And They Come With A History And Culture Lesson For

I think your oc's are great tbh. Among my favorites and they come with a history and culture lesson for one of my favorite countries! Def among the better blogs I follow, also the length you give in your posts is good. You write some very long and very impactful dabbles and I have had the privilege of being included and referenced in them!

How's my portrayal?

🥹💖 I can't even, thank you so much. I'm incredibly glad you like this absolute nightmare of a bloodline I managed to build, furthermore that my intention of teaching people in...probably the most fun way about my country's history (be it impactful historical events or the endless string of never repeating curses) is also successful & well received.

With the youngest Véghváry here, it's more about accurate astrophysics (because I studied astro & atomic physics in highschool. Yeah Hungarian education is weird like that.) and vocal techniques despite the whole cosmic fuckery going on.

The two eldest carry the most historic significance, Karma is a study of loss & death and Cindy's human life is a show of Soviet Hungary (might include it a bit more), stark contrast from the glory the first two carries.

Thank you for mentioning them!!! They are my pride and joy and thank YOU for letting me do so. Actually I can't wait to throw Cindy at all 3 of your muses for entirely different reasons & I'm really looking for the moment when the fact that she's also a damned Véghváry gets revealed🤣

∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound.

"This brings back memories, just happy there ain't no holy shrapnel this time."

That interesting prompt list

“Wouldn't matter. A knife is a knife even if it's ‘blessed ’ by God's piss.” the naturally rugged voice snapped with irritation at the situation

A ring of fire still swirled within the bright jade; she was a good fighter taught by the best ever lived and died. Fever hot glare snapped to her bleeding side, gutted like a fish thanks to her effort to get away once the knife was lodged into her. What's worse, her leather jacket also suffered significant damage.

“Sure as fuck you don't look like the local doctor. I don't even think there's a doctor here or at least one that's not down for malpractice.” the entity usually had a bit more manners than this. Usually. When she wasn't showing signs of vulnerability such as bleeding a pool onto the fucking floor.

“But hey, pharmacies have snakes poledancing on their logos. So you might just be.”

The possibility only occurred now, a bit late considering the shimmery red was already coating his talons.

“By the way, I'm pretty sure my blood is radioactive.”

Unmistakable aura of confidence and unsaid power radiated from fiery green eyes, determining the possible outcomes of crashing a ‘party’ in a rather...loud way. Shoulders squared, chin tilted high as the towering lady was making her way to her, per moment not quite trusting in the aim of the enthusiastic approach. She was probably the twice of her height, if not more but Cindy's voice wasn't the only explosive thing about her.

Ah. She wasn't expecting such praise spill from the royalty's lips. Let alone politeness after her stunt.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I hope that is the correct title.” the rocker might be a recipe for disaster in social situations, but she wasn't the one to disrespect someone not only acknowledging but reveling in a taste of her talent

“That...wasn't much.” a tiny, almost shy smile “I'm comfortable in the 6th octave down to the 2nd.” she uncovered her borderline impossible range as if it was an everyday information

“Cindy. Cindy Flame ” for now she decided to leave out the numerous titles she's been called throughout millennias

“And the reason is that realms tend to both under and overestimate my caliber.” she gave the presumed Queen the cryptic answer; here they had no idea what she truly was. Those who did, expected an unapproachable entity demanding the most luxurious treatment; the contradiction of her statement was no lie

“I can escort myself out without company.” Cindy proposed “Although if the treatment is too harsh for a mere minute of interruption, there might be a different kind of show.” it was no threat, only her preference to not be dragged around and the possible reaction to it

phoenixborn​:

@infernal-feminae

Cindy landed in Gluttony this time, as she soon figured out. Not the designated location, but she never said no to a spontaneous adventure when it presented itself. She noticed a tall lady- ah almost everyone was towering in this dimension- conversing about a party; while she didn’t fancy eavesdropping the information was still better than aimless strolling. She still had $ouls, enough for a dress; sometimes she was slightly irked by the Fire’s inability to create one which wasn’t radioactive or at the brink of exploding.

Bold, sparkling, a perfect shade of bright rose red and double slits almost reaching her hips; extreme, eye catching yet still passing as elegant. She most definitely didn’t have an invitation, she simply stated she’s here to please the crowd- only realizing the implications after it was said. Ah. Well, at least it granted her entry with an understanding and interested gaze.

Now this was definitely not worth it. While Cindy had her favorite genres, she wasn’t deaf or ignorant of other talents. If the other happened to possess one. She was cautious about food and drinks, especially after the misunderstanding of what was she exactly doing here.

The latest company was the most persistent of all, at least his nonsense was a distraction from the disastrous ‘choir’ of violins clashing with the occasional piano slamming. Her eyes drifted across the room, only to meet with the lady’s who she has heard the information-

“Doesn’t that scar hurt your business?” the way too sudden question followed by the most lifeless notes she has ever heard from an opera singer made her realize she’s been too social for too long.

“Is that what you call an A5??”

She declared rather loudly, finally shaking off the clawed hand from her thigh with a “You, get off me. You,” she continued “choose a new career.”

Cindy searched for a song that could possibly fit in an operatic setting, and shamelessly she began a slow, intense rhythm of one single sentence,

“A familiar taste ” stirred deep in her chest, smooth, strong and warm, letting the sound vibrate through the room as if she didn’t need to breath

“of poison ” the transition to the bright high note from the starting point was a flawless glide upwards; not her highest just the top of her chest voice. She held the note effortlessly, ringing clear across the room even without a microphone.

“This is how it’s done.” she stated plainly after the second half minute demonstration

Now she definitely had Beelzebub’s attention. Making her way across the ballroom, other partygoers wisely moved out the queen’s way as she made a beeline towards Cindy. It seemed she had found her entertainment for the evening.

“I must say, darling, that was a stupendous display of talent and strength. Not many people can achieve that note, as you have just demonstrated.” The sin chuckled, casting a pitying glance at the opera singer that Cindy had just bested. Oh well. There went their career she was sure.

“Might I be so bold as to ask your name, my dear? I cannot recall ever seeing someone of your caliber in attendance at one these events before.”

Your portrayal? For OCs, I think they're great! You give them the no-nonsense attitude and have similarities to them yet they're distinct enough to keep my attention! Also your writing is ASTOUNDING, the way you write detail and your sentence structure is very much like reading a book and that's really amazing to me because I get engrossed in it <33

How's my portrayal?

Thank you so much! I'm secretly hiding two other OCs not tied to the four leading Véghvárys, hope I can finish them at some point too.

I'm glad they don't come off as too similar, while I thought a few traits (especially physical ones such as emerald eyes (except Cindy's are a lighter jade) ) help to strengthen the fact that despite the vast timeline, they are related which is quite important. But I didn't want to fall into the too similar territory either so thank you for confirming that!💖💖💖

The fact that you think of my writing such high regard is an incredible compliment. English isn't my first language and I'm happy to know that I've grown to this level. I'm glad that I can provide entertainment 💖

"Ah, pardon me, Miss... Do you know someone by the name of Rozália Véghváry? I'm... A ally and student of hers." (Wrxthfulguard)

@wrxthfulguard

No.

Absolutely the fuck not.

This has to be a cruel joke the world has pulled and now some unseen entity is laughing their asses off, staying hidden well aware she would send a blast of fire so hot that it would melt wolfram in a second.

So Cindy stared at the man as if he just insulted her mother's grave, breaths shallow, glare both sharp and bewildered.

“You sure it's Véghváry?” she eventually rasped, trying to gather a neutral expression and failing to notice how fluid Hungarian was on her tongue, not caught off guard by the long vowels nor breaking the word's structure

The name of the wretched woman haunting her since childhood. The famous, the legendary hero of the war! Perfect in every possible way and not a weak yowling singer.

“If so, date of death?” Cindy may have been...colder than she should be. Too lost in childhood traumas crawling to surface upon the mere mention of the name whom she shared blood with.

Hazbin/Helluva related headcanons

🔥 Cindy is a cosmic entity, the oldest sentient being (older than God) capable of traveling both Hell and Heaven. Because she doesn't belong to neither, most of the realms' rules also don't apply, such as the 'Sinners stay in Pride'; she can cross Rings without difficulty

🌌 Cindy, despite being the embodiment of Fire is actually at a quite disadvantage in Hell. The realm's 'sun' is nowhere powerful enough for her to draw enough energy from and the Hellfire underground is not at her command. Yes, she feels it. The fun fact with the Phoenix Force is that It is holier than Heaven and more damned than Hell. She would not be able to call on the Hellfire because it slinks away from her, nor she's able to consume it. She only could destroy it, which would require extreme amount of energy to the point of siphoning it from nearby stars (which are...not there).

🔥 That said, she is still capable of switching forms, Creation and Destruction; both of them strong enough to actually destabilize the whole pocket dimension. Obviously for Hell Creation, for Heaven Destruction works better. By existing in either forms long enough would eventually cause almost irreversible damage and as the barrier separating it from outer space is shredding, it's like a housefire getting backdraft from an opened door. If she truly wanted to, she could tear them apart.

🌌 But she will not. Better said, can't without ruining the balance. Heaven-Earth-Hell had fused together inseparably, the destruction of either pocket dimension would be catastrophic. While Cindy has the power for basic soul magic, her purpose is not eating them. Upon having no place to rest, souls would either wander as ghouls or try to return to their bodies which has died, resulting in a form of zombie apocalypse. Which she really doesn't want to deal with. So she tries her best to preserve balance, preventing realms to clash more than necessary.

🔥 Expanding on souls: she can see, tear them out and consume them to fuel her own powers; nothing more, nothing less. This is almost purely tied to the dark side of the Fire, Destruction. ( Resurrection, reshaping lost body parts are a different category & they fall under Creation) Her soul magic, if it can be called that is relatively primitive, only serving one ultimate purpose. She cannot make soul contracts, control or possess someone, do anything other with their soul besides making it nonexistent solely for her own benefit. Hellborns and Heavenborns have no 'typical' soul as they spawn inside the pocket dimensions connected yet separated from Earth. The higher ones have some sort of essence what she only can destroy but cannot consume. Sinners however, have a soul. Being in Hell doesn't meddle with her abilities regarding it, Cindy can clearly see parts of Rozália's (@infernal-general) missing, like it's been torn apart, torn into; determine when have the wounds occurred. Because of the Hellfire curse Cindy can't fix nor take, it is completely out of her control.