How Would Your Muse React To Meeting Hello Kitty?

How would your muse react to meeting Hello Kitty?

Cindy is probably the most cat person you will ever encounter, so positively I'm sure.

Although...at first she may associate to a marshmallow & those taste real good when toasted.

I have a dick and a knife and one of them is going inside you

“...Do go on, I'm listening ~”

Did something happen to your old blog?

No no absolutely not! It stays up as an archive: @archivedfirstfire and I'm never going to delete it because of the amount of memories, chats my first blog holds.

I decided to make a new blog as I was resurrecting Cindy, because it became too cluttered with verses that evolved into separate characters with their own blogs, outdated information plus a faceclaim change.

Nothing happened I only needed a fresh start, otherwise everything is the same. If you're a personal blog who followed my old blog or perhaps a writer, feel free to follow me on this blog; not much has changed, Cindy is still...the way she is.

“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.”

Oh now that finally seemed to do the trick- what in the fuck.

“No I can't. Or rather, won't. Because I'm with the other two sisters are busy ensuring that the piece of shit who drugged her doesn't fuck her.” phoenix wings flared with barely concealed disappointment laced anger

“You must know how she willingly wouldn't touch alcohol or any drug because she goes batshit insane if she does. And how control obsessed she is, the last thing she wants is not being aware of her actions. You must know, since you know you two are somehow married.” and the insult to be the messenger of the literal Messenger of God

“Shouldn't you descend from the fluffy clouds with weapons blazing and gut the man who assaulted your wife instead of leaving her alone? Because for some fucked up reason your pussy brother came up with, she can't kill that parasite without endangering her army. ”

If the lethal Véghváry bloodline could put aside their differences, arguments to shield the one in trouble, why couldn't her literal wife come to her aid?

“I can't explain the cowboy, nor want to excuse it, it's my job to do so. But have you told her you love her? Have you helped her through an episode when the power possessing her was consuming her sanity? Have you shared her grief when Heaven massacred her soldiers, her family? Have you ever openly stood by her side?” maybe she indeed could explain the cowboy then.

Cindy snatched the divorce papers from the angel, the edges only slightly singed despite her swirling emotions.

“Maybe this indeed for the best. Now if you excuse me, I have an intoxicated sister to protect from a fucking predator.”

the-eternal-fire​:

“I wouldn’t say lovely…more like interesting. Especially when her eye catching cowboy fiance showed up!”

The Archangel was silent. She slowly turned to face Cindy with calm expression. Too calm. “…I see.” Was all she said. 

Gabriel produced a sheet of paper in her hands and held them out to Cindy. “Can you do a favor for me? Next time you see Rozy tell her I want a divorce.” 

She honestly didn’t mind if Rozalia wanted other partners. What truly hurt her, was the fact that apparently Rozy was going behind her back this whole time. A relationship couldn’t thrive on mistrust and lies after all. Might as well end it right here and now.

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.”