Female Lean Bisexual Noises With An Utmost Chaos Of A Pansexual Muse

Female lean bisexual noises with an utmost chaos of a pansexual muse

Pride may still be half a month away, but I'm changing my icon early in solidarity with @winters-club

An important psa:

If there is one thing you all should know about me, it’s this

                                   I am ALYWAYS a up for AUs

And when I say always, I mean always. I have more AU ideas than I can count. Check out my verses page, or ask if I have a particular verse already. If I don’t chances are that I will get excited and make it happen. Never feel shy or bad about throwing an au idea you’d like to do at me, or if we’re mutuals just write me the starter, or send the message. I will sit in my chair and probably scream a little bit because OH MY GOSH AUUUUUUUSSSSSS!!

We can do one long thread, or we can do several short threads. We can have several threads in the same au! It doesn’t really matter as long as you’re happy, and I’m happy, and we get to have fun!

If you ever have a 'weird, unhinged, strange, etc' idea: always tell me. I might just make a genius plan from it with a few changes.

@infernal-feminae

The general shift in her mood expected during this time yet it never failed to catch her off guard. Hell shackled her powers...to a certain extent. Nothing she couldn't rip free if she wanted, both the chains and control was an illusion during these days.

The usual pride only found in traces in her walk, only the steeled clacks of resolve to not crumble, to not lash, out to not break. even further Strangely sweet scents beckoned, called her; Cindy's curiosity getting the best of her. She...had to visit, so she might just investigate the source of floral scents instead of aimlessly walking.

The shop seemed more like a small garden of how Eden possibly looked like. How...was that possible to cultivate life, a blooming one in this ring? Or in Hell at all. Arms safely wrapped around herself, a frail defense, a weak source of comfort and mostly to not accidentally ruin any of the beauty with the slightest touch.

Rich raven hair and small statue caught her eye among the flurry of colors, a nervous swallow; she couldn't risk to knock on anything.

“Excuse me Miss...do you-” voice tinted with her distinctive rasp along with the usually well hidden pain

“Do you happen to have violets?”