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

A sharp cock of chiseled hips at the positive answer, in contrast of the lazy smirk slowly stretching across ruby lips.

“Well then, do I have to climb you for it or are you feeling courteous enough to spare me from that?”

“Wouldn't say no to tongue wrestling though.”

Lets get some NaCl-y on Munday!

Lets get salty on Munday!

What’s the worst role playing experience you’ve had?

What would cause you to leave a fandom?

Why did you leave your last fandom?

What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?

Have you ever had to block someone or cut off contact with them?

Your view on Mary/Gary sues?

Things that you will not tolerate?

Has anyone hurt/betrayed you?

Your view on minors interacting with muns that are older than 18?

Your opinion with ships between muses that include a minor and a legal adult?

Have you ever received anon hate?

Your opinion on people giving canon characters mental illnesses?

Your opinion on straight shipping?

Your opinion on muns making canon characters Trans/ gender fluid etc.?

What is your biggest pet peeve?

How much does it take for you to get angry/upset? How long does it usually last?

Something that you find unforgivable?

Have you ever felt like something off about someone?

What’s the worst thing that has happened to you in the rping community (Within an ooc situation)?

Wild card: The mun discusses any situation/problem they want.

Her voice was kind. That was the first conclusion; melodic, pleasant to listen to with an interesting lilt to it. Jade flickered towards the mentioned object, a quick glance at the now seemingly harmless fingertips. It would be awfully rude to ask the lady for such mundane task, on the other hand so is accidentally burning down her shop because she's a mess.

Pathetic.

Instead Cindy decided to occupy her mind with other details instead her own misery as she reached for the violets which had a slight blue tint in their petals.

“Everything is so...heavenly. No, that's not a good comparison. Heaven is barren compared to all this wonder.” she was quite surprised she managed to form complete sentences, the possible hints of what she exactly is slipping without care. She probably won't see the flower lady ever again...even though she seemed to radiate familiar tender kindness.

“That would be all...I made sure there are some left for others after me. I just...need plenty of violets.” the entity glanced at the small bouquet protectively yet gently cradled in her hands

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@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?”

Scarlet turned when the bell hung above her door rang, signaling the arrival of a customer and smiled pleasantly at Cindy. Her brows rose slightly, not expecting for the sinner (at least she assumed the woman was a sinner) to look so...human.

Still, the poor thing looked scared? No, that wasn’t the right word. She looked like she might fall a part at any minute. While her first instinct was to ask if the woman was okay, Scarlet did not have a chance to voice her concern before the fiery-haired woman had asked her a question.

Blinking owlishly, it took a moment for the imp to process Cindy’s question. “Oh, um--yes! We do carry violets. There is a vase of them on that shelf to your left, honey. You’re welcome to pick as many of them as you’d like and I can wrap them of your ya.”

Migraine thought: 90% of the time, human Striker fanarts make him look like a young Hungarian bandit from the early 18th century & it has me double checking with a scrambled mind.

Hungarian bandits (betyár) were basically cowboys with swords and whip instead of revolvers so-

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JASMINE MY BELOVED!!!! Your writing is just god-tier. Your characterization, your world-building, your headcanons!!! All so fucking detailed and thorough that I’m honestly kinda jealous!

You have so much passion for the world your created for your murder gals that I love it when you reveal another of your lore to me whether it be in one of our threads or in the DMs. Also, you’re just one of the best people I know. I love talking to you and I can’t imagine not writing with you, or not knowing you. You’ve become an important fixture in the RPC for me and I hope it stays that way for a long time.