I Headcanon That Cindy Doesn't Pay For Streaming Services And Pirates All Movies

I headcanon that Cindy doesn't pay for streaming services and pirates all movies

Make a headcanon for my muse

Damn fucking right she does.

She already does way enough service to the community by murdering the trash 8-10 hours a day, let her enjoy movies and series in peace.

Status: approved ✅

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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.

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

‎ ‎ "I never get why folks always wanna fight me. Listen. Just because I'm fluffy does not mean i'm soft~"

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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?”