You Mean That Giant Purple Ballsack Hollering Every Nonsense Obscenity He Can Come Up With?

“You mean that giant purple ballsack hollering every nonsense obscenity he can come up with?”

“Place startin’ to look like the ad column of a lonely-hearts magazine. Everyone bein’ so cute and sharin’ their wants and likes. Quite adorable really.”

You don't like cock vore?

Questions of filth

“ I actually don't know what's that, and I don't even don't want to know. Cocks are overrated.”

So the feeling of familiarity was mutual. She noted mentally at the quite drastic change in his demeanor. As soon as the words ‘we have met’ left his lips, the rest of the world stopped existing. The pull was stronger, the picture oh so slowly clearing but still not enough. Yet she knew he wasn't lying, she felt it.

Shock, awe replaced the anger along with a twinge of sadness foreign yet part of her. An uncertain step forwards, part of her history was standing within arms reach she wasn't always alone, a secret of cosmos which hasn't opened up for her fully.

“I...I remember you...but barely.” she whispered, threading through the smoke “I liked you.” I. Not ‘she’. Cindy willingly let it slip

An another step closer, tiny brilliant golden wisps framing her form in search of answers, of her past.

“I'm no host. I am The Fire.” if anyone had called her a mere host, the reaction would've been vastly different. This time the proof wasn't a merciless rain of cosmic fire or a gruesome transformation, but her eyes: still vivid jade green, but underneath shone the whole universe, the almond slits glistening windows of what the Force has created.

She was searching for him, he must have been important to bring forth such emotions without even truly trying. She wanted to, ached to reach for him; physical connection would help, but...she was unsure. After all, she wasn't exactly the same woman, the only thing linking Cindy to the host was the incredible power in her veins.

“I don't see her...only you.” it was still faint and fleeting, no matter how the galaxy eyed woman tried to concentrate on the slippery past

When the memory began to clear, an another cough rose in her throat, the thick black smoke chasing away what she has achieved, leaving her on the edge of the abyss with unreachable knowledge.

“Fuck your car sideways Seviathan.” there was no bite in her tone anymore, his name slipping with such ease that Cindy didn't even notice

the-eternal-fire​:

Her nonexistent patience after almost getting ran over evaporated as quickly as soon the entity opened his mouth. Still, she waited close to the wreck, waiting for him to stumble out and also keeping a careful eye on the ever growing puddle, ready to unceremoniously yank him away in the worst case scenario.

An eyebrow raised as the young man peacocked himself almost back to perfection after the crash.

“Oh? And you think I give a shit?” her weight shifted to her left to add a little unnecessary flair to the statement before the other part

“Be fucking grateful I’m not continuing with your face.”

Oh he had other thoughts besides himself; that’s a surprise. Before she could spit an introduction, the fuel and remaining sparks of her fire met with a dangerous, hungry sparkle and fused together in a devastatingly loud explosion. The civilians.

Cindy hasn’t mastered this trick fully but it couldn’t wait; thankfully it was her fire. Flames shifted to take place of the jade green of her eyes, reflexively stepping in front of the dumbass driver. The charred remains of the car fell back to the concrete with a metallic shriek, but the fire stayed in the air, as if contained in an invisible bubble. Flames tried to curl, to expand, the trapped energy violently rolling against the barrier.

“You better fucking shut up until I’m done.”

Deep controlled breaths, nimble dance of fingers and the unseen mental concentration to calm down the roaring destruction and call it back from where it came from. Flames eventually slipped from the invisible container, slipping into her body with a directed flow until all of what the explosion produced returned to the Fire herself.

“Cindy Flame” a winded cough, producing a cloud of charcoal black smoke from her lips “Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom.”

“Also known as The Fire.” she added both as a small boast and explanation of her previous displays of power

“And who are you? Why are you familiar?” Cindy asked almost accusingly, her ability to ‘see into the past’ was a heavy exaggeration. She occasionally had ghostly visions, images of smoke, either too thick to see through or too thin to make anything out. She had some knowledge of the Fire’s path before It arrived to her, to Its final destination; from the whispers she began to understand that this reckless, arrogant shithead had crossed It’s path enough to leave an impression. The question is friend or foe?

Oh this bitch. He guessed a part of him didn’t care that much, being filthy rich had it’s advantages but he didn’t feel like explaining to his father how he ruined this car in particular. He was about to snap back but his attention drew to the car exploding, giving an indifferent ‘huh’ from the eldritch for once seeming to brief into thought.

This situation felt familiar. This girl felt familiar. These flames felt familiar. It wasn’t just a case of she looked like someone he saw on TV, or he did something similar that results in a different expensive car going up in flames, it was deeper than that. She said she was a cosmic entity right? Eldritch beings were extremely similar in that regard, even Lucifer himself couldn’t handle pure insanity, dread, and chaos given the closest thing there was to a physical form.

Time, the rules of hell, and the mechanisms of the world never quite applied to him. Or any of his family. Not in the same way it did to other demons at least. But something universal to most higher powers beings was energy and the more he thought to actually sense it the more familiar it felt. The confusion and him going through what (and who) he had done in the past couple of decades ran through him. However it all hit him faster than his own car crashed into her the moment she reabsorbed the flame.

Old memories flashing through him, old feelings making his chest ache and who he run into, what the situation was before him.

Oh- oh no. OH SHIT-

There was a change in demeanor, was he scared? Not quite, more like nervous. This wasn’t quite like running into your ex though it was certainly just as if not more awkward. He was a literal fish out of water here, having no idea how to explain this situation, if she would even believe him.

“Well we have met, actually that’s an understatement, we were quite close. Though the fire looked different years ago with a different name to boot…..different hosts just like she said.” he chuckled dryly, “Seviathan Von Eldritch. Nice to meet you again.”

Are there any characters in your fandom or faceclaims you refuse to RP with? Who and why? Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?

Spill the tea sis 030

Spicy mun questions

Are there any characters I refuse to rp with: No.

Are there any faceclaims I refuse to interact with: Yes. Amber Heard. It is in my most blog rules, I've always been a Johnny Depp supporter and personally dealt a lot of narcissistic, manipulative people like her ic (not in a relationship). Her face brings forth too many memories which results in being frustrated with no way to release it. Also those who still support her are TERFs claiming to be feminists. So keep that skank & her supporters away from me.

Tropes you won't catch me writing:

Coffee shop au. I fail to see the appeal to write such realistic thing without spice. Throw in some 'the barista is secretly a spy and their target stops by mornings' then we can talk.

Any 'damsel in distress' plots. All 8 of my muses are lethal in their own way, while most of them are mentally unstable and not unbeatable in a fight; they are not helpless & will go down bloody and feral. It is more than fine to have two muses aid each other in a fight/war with a fair amount of worry but acknowledge what they are capable of.

I'm pretty sure this is probably dead but to be sure: yandere 'love stories'. It doesn't align with my muses' personalities and if on the receiving end they would flat out kill their stalker.

Male hero saving the day in the final fight while my muse(s) stay unconscious the whole time. I've seen enough of that shit in movies.

The whole 'everything is either good or evil' thing. Cindy is a serial killer. She kills -quite brutally- rapists, murderers, pedophiles, kidnappers, traffickers, abusers, mob organizations without regret. And she acknowledges she's a murderer without trying to twist it into something else or justify it further than saying exactly whom she kills. And her soul is at peace with that.

Her nonexistent patience after almost getting ran over evaporated as quickly as soon the entity opened his mouth. Still, she waited close to the wreck, waiting for him to stumble out and also keeping a careful eye on the ever growing puddle, ready to unceremoniously yank him away in the worst case scenario.

An eyebrow raised as the young man peacocked himself almost back to perfection after the crash.

“Oh? And you think I give a shit?” her weight shifted to her left to add a little unnecessary flair to the statement before the other part

“Be fucking grateful I'm not continuing with your face.”

Oh he had other thoughts besides himself; that's a surprise. Before she could spit an introduction, the fuel and remaining sparks of her fire met with a dangerous, hungry sparkle and fused together in a devastatingly loud explosion. The civilians.

Cindy hasn't mastered this trick fully but it couldn't wait; thankfully it was her fire. Flames shifted to take place of the jade green of her eyes, reflexively stepping in front of the dumbass driver. The charred remains of the car fell back to the concrete with a metallic shriek, but the fire stayed in the air, as if contained in an invisible bubble. Flames tried to curl, to expand, the trapped energy violently rolling against the barrier.

“You better fucking shut up until I'm done.”

Deep controlled breaths, nimble dance of fingers and the unseen mental concentration to calm down the roaring destruction and call it back from where it came from. Flames eventually slipped from the invisible container, slipping into her body with a directed flow until all of what the explosion produced returned to the Fire herself.

“Cindy Flame” a winded cough, producing a cloud of charcoal black smoke from her lips “Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom.”

“Also known as The Fire.” she added both as a small boast and explanation of her previous displays of power

“And who are you? Why are you familiar?” Cindy asked almost accusingly, her ability to 'see into the past' was a heavy exaggeration. She occasionally had ghostly visions, images of smoke, either too thick to see through or too thin to make anything out. She had some knowledge of the Fire's path before It arrived to her, to Its final destination; from the whispers she began to understand that this reckless, arrogant shithead had crossed It's path enough to leave an impression. The question is friend or foe?

@winters-club

Cindy discovered the hidden portals to Hell fairly early, although she never had enough time to explore due to her demanding job and other activities. The thrill of falling haven’t failed to cause a better mood for the adrenaline addicted spirit, the landing wasn’t too difficult; sure she could’ve made it more dramatic to announce her arrival. Not yet. A gut feeling whispered and since her death she learned to fully trust it.

She always landed in the outskirts, she often crossed paths with a tall, horned, well built woman who seemed to come from a different century, especially with that red cape. From whispers Cindy learned she was a general or commander; depended on who she asked.

The city was growing in an alarming rate, the always pumping music became borderline unbearable even when she wasn’t near the center. And of course most of it was trash. Still, Cindy enjoyed the little adventures to a different realm, carefully taking mental notes about every new and old, gotten used to the enthusiastic catcalling; it was tolerable until it got physical.

She waited patiently until the traffic lights switched, halfway through she helped to pick up fruits from the torn bag for a tiny red skinned woman; an imp now she knew. Music blaring wasn’t unusual, especially this deep in the town, so she paid no mind until it was rapidly approaching as a bright green blur.

Her reflexes were outstanding and inhumane but the lightning quick calculation of the situation left her unsure whenever it will be enough. Cindy did not fancy being ran over because some idiot decided to ignore the lights and expected her to jump aside.

Milliseconds before the collision her fire flared bright as a protective shield, the car’s front melting upon contact before bouncing off and skidding away a good ten meters. The barrier had swallowed most of the impact so at least the car hasn’t done flips and maneuvers belonging to a Fast and Furious movie.

But oh she was furious. Steel heeled boots thundered on the street as she called her fire back and crossed the distance. The driver’s door was already half off its hinges, it wasn’t too much of a feat to rip it clean off and send it flying.

“ Who the FUCK you THINK YOU ARE- wait I don’t give a fuck.” she half leaned into the car to growl at the driver. Judging by the remains of his car it was a luxury model so he either must be someone rich or important, or both. Only that Cindy Flame wasn’t famous for respecting either of that.

Her anger was briefly calmed by something akin to a light breeze, despite it was impossible due to the surroundings and the lingering heat of her fire. The driver was…familiar. She…has met him but…not like this.

“Get out.” Cindy snapped, the softer tone than before roughened by urgency

“The fuel tank is leaking and when it comes in contact with my flames, it won’t be pretty. And no, you’re not safe even if you are resistant to fire because my fire is cosmic. Now, can you move or walk?” she asked as she reached into the wreck