#cynd1

[downs1de-has-moved]

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"Someone had scrawled graffiti in black marker on the metal: JUST DIE, it said."

"Like it is easy."

[2wanlake]

@cynd1 : ❝ you're hurting yourself, and you're not okay. ❞

"listen. i'm sure you're nice and all, but i really wish you would stop looking at me like i'm some sort of kicked puppy." odette huffs a breath as she wrings the water from her hair. no matter that moments before, cyndi had pulled her from the lake so she didn't drown. sometimes it happened. the swan didn't make it to shore before the transformation took hold. sometimes it turned her human when she was still in the water. luckily cyndi had appeared in time and dragged her out as she kicked and sputtered and screamed to be let go of. gathering the last shred of her dignity, odette stands on shaky legs but eventually draws herself to full height. she hates the sea legs she always gets. but she doesn't want cyndi to intervene more than she already has. she is a stranger, and she has seen enough. odette walks over to the large hollowed out tree where she keeps her things. she pulls on her pants and tunic before fully turning to address the other with a judgmental look on her face. "why are you here anyways? how did you just happen to be around to pull me out?"

syfy's the magicians season one starters

[luckhissoul]

@cynd1 asked : ⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours .

it's like blanket of them over the dark expanse of the sky. he knows the name of each other them, the positions. something that he had learned when he was a kid, over time it had grown into a distraction. one of the few that his parents would approve of. he wants to laugh at that but there's not much to be amused by lately. the last battle was looming closer and closer and he had to get the horn, he had to go back to rand, he had to - blood and ashes, but it seemed there was no end to what he had to do. responsibility was a rope around the neck. now that was something he almost laughed about.

he stands next to cyndi now. she had been with them on this trek for a few. styled maybe as something as a hunter of the horn. he had thought that all that was over with, the world had shifted so much from when he had been on the hunt, himself. hardly for the same reasons. he hadn't told her about his connection with it. but traveling with the band wasn't exactly the style most hunters took. did she guess that there was more to it? "the archer's out bright tonight." he says pointing up to the sky.

[anthrcpophagi]

💋

Send 💋 and my muse will describe what a kiss from yours might taste like.

that subtle lingering taste after eating cotton candy, when pink & blue sugar crystals stain your lips; alternatively, tender and mild flavored, soft texture like veal

[bijoupreciieux]

◤‧₊˚🩷🫧˚₊‧⁺˖◢  glinda  regards  the  newcomer  from  upon  her  regal  throne  with  a  curious  but  gentle  look  in  her  eye.  ❝ welcome  to  quadling  country  dear  cyn.  my  name  is  glinda  &&  i  am  the  sorceress  who  governs  over  this  part  of  the  land  of  oz.  ❞  she  introduces  herself  politely.  ❝  according  to  my  book  of  records  that  i  consulted  just  a  little  while  ago,  you  originate  from  the  land  of  kansas?  i  know  another  young  lady  who  hails  from  that  country.  ❞

starter for @cynd1 from glinda !

[bucketkicked-m]

sometimes plans go astray. / irene

“That they do…,” Irene mumbles, her cigarette shoved between her pearly whites. She lights up, frustrated, and stands there silently as she smokes a bit. Eventually, she turns her head to look at Cyndi, tapping the ashes from her cigarette off to the side. “Awful luck,” is all she vocalizes before she shakes her head and clicks her tongue.

A sigh leaves her before she takes one last drag, throwing it to the ground and grinding it up with her heel. Maybe something good would grow from it, she thought, as ironic as that was.

“You know, maybe I oughta take the day off… you got any plans?” It wasn’t every day the Grim Reaper herself decided to slack off a bit, but it was a bit understandable, seeing as her client had become a ghost. She thought she had way more time than she had. “You could say the whole situation killed my mood.”

[frageepruto]

@cynd1 said: i've always wanted to play the flute.

"you should have a go at it then," comes encouraging reply, wide grin on his lips. he will always support anyone who wants to try their hand at an instrument of any kind! it can be daunting, of course, but to him it is always well worth the attempt, even if it turns out not to be for you. it's how he found his beloved ukulele, after all!

"you may be a natural, after all! but you will never know if you never try."

[sosagely]

@cynd1 asked ; ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞

blue eyes narrow, teeth bared and shoulders bristling as a huff of air showcases her displeasure. ❝ how altruistic. ❞ sarcasm laces every word. she's been alive long enough to know that no one did anything out of the kindness of their heart: there were always strings attached. and kara had no interest in being anyone's marionette puppet. not again. there's a hum in the air as blue light flickers between her fingers. better safe than sorry. ❝ what are you? witch? vampire? siren? ❞ if she can see through the glamour, she had to be something supernatural: normal humans would be entirely unaware of the underworkings of the city. ❝ what are you after? ❞