"Ah, Pardon Me, Miss... Do You Know Someone By The Name Of Rozlia Vghvry? I'm... A Ally And Student Of

"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.

❗HORNY COSMIC HORROR IN YOUR AREA❗

and she's approaching fast-

The fact that his popularity was low among Archangels came as a slight surprise, she thought some of them are happy to have this...trash on the rampage.

“I'm well aware what is he. Your daddy's first failure and continuing to live up to that.” the Eternal Fire's wings flared in irritation, one fucker and a crowd of sheep. Heavenly.

“If Heaven makes a move, he will pull and play the victim card flawlessly, despite almost everyone who matters aware of the rotten core. Like a shitty parody of the Roman Empire.”

“If one of my dear sisters manage to fry him alive or cut his head off or just plainly shoot him without any fancy; then the perfect opening presents itself, ‘proving’ Hell's hostility while they would be doing a fucking favor.” Cindy sighed as she was drawing close to the conclusion

“It has to be done by a neutral party. By the one who doesn't take either side out of the three but focuses on the long term peace and stability.” oh Hallelujah motherfucker.

“Fuck!! Why do I have to do everything myself?? Isn't Serin'th enough, now this fucking sociopath who thinks he shits gold; why the bloody fuck hasn't anyone killed him before he festered to this?”

@phoenixborn​ said: For Gabriel I’m sorry & yes she just flew to Heaven like it’s normal.

“You know, Adam’s constant attempts to destabilize Hell gives me an impression of micro dick energy, but most importantly worry that imbecile is incapable of understanding that the holy trinity Hell-Earth-Hell cannot be broken, these two pocket dimensions managed to fuse inseparably with Earth. So with either gone, souls good or bad, would have no place to go to and my purpose is not eating all of them. The most likely outcome, as weird as it will sound is: the souls will try to return to their bodies but since that pretty much died, it would create something close to a fucking zombie apocalypse. Which I’m definitely not having, so someone take his guitar away before I shove it so far into his fat ass that the headstock comes out of his fucking mouth.”

“Honey, you’re preaching to the choir.” Gabriel sighed. At this point, she wasn’t even surprised to see Cindy randomly show up in Heaven again. But she was still wary about being set on fire again.

“But do you think that even if you explained that to him that he would even care? He doesn’t care how his actions affect others. He’s only out for his own self-interests and thinks he can do whatever he wants. Believe it or not he’s not exactly popular among the rest of us Archangels.” Still, if Cindy ever planned on following through with her threat Gabriel wouldn’t try to stop her.

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🤣

Warm glare of the sun never failed to lift her spirits, preferring to bask in it than hiding in a musty classroom or an echoing, empty lecture hall. Apparently, she wasn't alone sharing this thought at the sight of the crowd already taking almost all space. Whistles and cheers accompanied confident steps, a brow raising in amusement behind the trustworthy retro aviator sunglasses; so her live show last night was memorable not only lucrative.

Figuring out an alternative solution when asked for a kiss, she snatched a clean napkin, pressing the thin paper to her glossy red lips, the imprint striking contrast against the white. Cindy quickly moved on with an airy chuckle before they could recover from shock of actually acquiring a physical item (which smelled like cherries) from her.

“Later, ladies and gentlemen!” she called, crimson tipped hair a blazing supernova in the sunlight. No one could catch a glimpse of dulling jade behind the protection of black lenses.

Despite the heat, leather jacket draped across broad shoulders, the tight miniskirt with a slight thigh slit was a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen; yet the young woman still managed to move with catlike effortless grace. She made sure to avoid future distractions, deciding to sit at the least occupied table which was still bathed in the desired sunlight.

Cindy flashed a quick, polite smile to the girl already sitting there, taking a seat the opposite side. Her backpack was...a mess and a black hole; no that was her makeup kit not the pencil case carrying highlighters in every color possible along with matching thin and thick gel pens. The notebook was quite heavy, already half filled with information sorted with precision, by topic cut into segments with a set system of signaled by the use of pens and colors.

Sunglasses slightly tipped lower, where was the neon yellow highlighter? She was sure she has put it on the table-

​Plotted starter for @phoenixborn

Esther had never been the most social person. She was certain her parents were hoping college might change that. But here she was, sitting at a bench on the outskirts of the quad, as far away as possible from the other crowded tables toward the center filled with noisy students. 

She rolled her eyes before returning her gaze to her sketch book to look at her messy half-finished design. Her next assignment for her class was due by the end of this month and she was no where close to being done. Not only did she have to come up with a design, but she had to make it as well. Of course now was now the time her creativity took a nose-dive.

A sigh was heaved out as she closed her sketch book. Maybe she just needed a break and come back to it later.

∗ 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.”