Phoenixborn - 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁 Bathing In Ashes

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◇ Indi. Mutuals Only. Female-centric multimuse RP blog.

◇ Featuring: DR. OLIVIA OCTAVIUS from Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse.

◇ Crossover + OC Friendly

◇ Dark and mature themes present. 18+ Only (Sinblog: @sinfulparadise)

◇ PROMO TEMPLATE

◇ Penned by Hannah

Body temperature already feverish from excitement, at the touch it still climbed a few degrees higher along with a content crackling sound coming deep within. Already molten into the embrace, two toned hair swayed gently as she turned her head to press herself even closer.

“Yeah” breathy but confident, accompanied with a teasing wiggle. The leather panties had a relatively bland front -compared to what she usually wore-, the extra addition was the zipper at the backside “How do you like it?” her voice carried smug confidence, the cat of a woman arching further into Erebus

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@phoenixborn liked for a spicy starter!

"That new?" Erebus whispered huskily, coming up from behind Cindy to rest his chin on her shoulder. His hand rested on her hip, idly playing with the hem of her panties, while his other hand settled on her stomach, pulling Cindy flush against him. "Can't remember ever seein' you in that before."

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌. 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

         here is a small collection of tiny detail questions to ask about someone’s muse, some questions have multiple parts! feel free to add/change as you see fit <3 potentially nsfw. if a multi, please specify the muse!!

how long are their nails? do they paint them?

what is their hair texture? do they take good care of it, if they have any?

what are their favorite fabrics? least favorite?

what is their skin texture?

do they have a skincare routine? if yes, how involved is it?

what does their sweat smell like?

body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax?

name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without.

does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets?

do they get hay fever? if so, how bad?

do they have any sensitivities to smells?

do they have any sensitivities to tastes?

do they have any sensitivities to textures?

is there a sound that drives them crazy? ( like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, cardboard boxes, etc?)

what is their favorite genre of music?

what is their favorite flavor in food?

what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.)

what household chore do they absolutely hate doing?

what household chore do they like doing?

do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces?

in a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partners’ clothing? or are they the ones having their clothes stolen?

do they have bumper stickers on their car? if so, what kind? (bonus points for pictures!)

do they have a comfort movie? book? tv show?

if forced to wear socks, what kind do they prefer? ( ankle? crew cut? patterned? plain? )

what do they do when they are deep in thought? ( bite their nails? twirl a strand of hair? lick their lips? just look off to the side? nothing too exciting because this is a highly specific question? lol )

what is their favorite snack food?

what do their hair care products smell like?

how dedicated are they to their favorite color? must everything they own be that color? do they even care that much?

what does their perfume smell like, and how much do they put on?

do they prefer the overhead lights on in their house? or are they an ambient lighting/holiday lights around the house kinda person?

❗HORNY COSMIC HORROR IN YOUR AREA❗

and she's approaching fast-

The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would've joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth's linger close to her chest.

Observant or maybe she wasn't couldn't downplay her reactions enough in this state.

A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.

“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn't a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”

Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.

“It's not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain

“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven't been in one since I've- since...this isn't a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn't it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life

@strikers-saloon

The entity only could stare wordlessly at the cowboy as if he had grown a second head.

“….I…it’s warm enough thank you” she eventually arrived to the very intelligent conclusion, snuggling closer to the pillow and deeper to the blanket to prove her point. Wrath had a great climate, enough even for her to feel comfortable without burrowing three blankets under.

“…You are very considerate” jade hues told the tale how unfamiliar was all of this; maybe she was allowed to rest for one night

Cindy considered the offer, although wary of the amount of information could flow once the gates opened. A crash followed by a cackle downstairs caused a tiny jolt and a tighter squeeze of the pillow.

“Pride is an absolute shithole full of predators and I feel like I can’t get the filth off me.” she hissed venomously, voice now more steady. Of course humans find a way to ruin everything

“The amount of women, men running to me for help while chased by scum every day…and of course I take care every one of them very fucking permanently. How could I ever turn someone away- no that would never happen. That’s who I am, that’s what I do.” both on Earth and in Hell. Only that in here it was draining due to the lack of direct access to the cosmos.

“But that’s not the shit part, saving people I mean. It’s that…” a laugh that was somehow filled with sorrow

“I know can’t count on anyone doing the same favor for me, just because it’s the right thing to do.” she gestuted at the injury “Not like that’s a surprise.” now that sentence held the most secrets, full of bite, knowledge and the worst: experience.

“You are something else. In the best meaning possible.” then it occurred to her she probably hadn’t even introduced herself, only crashed into his establishment

“Bit late introduction I know, I’m Cindy. Pride’s number one rapist killer but I also specialize in murder other criminals.” she let go of the comfort pillow briefly to stick her hand out from under the covers for a handshake