#muse| cherri

[ducknotinarow]

He's looking 'respectfully'. "Nice, uh, nice outfit you've got there. Really pulls your look together." He lifts a hand to run his fingers through his hair, being careful of his horns. "Name's Steve, by the way." ( for Cherri cause awkward Steve time :'3 )

| Muse interaction

Even with how trashed all of Pentgram city looked and was nothing did beat the view of looking out over the city, sat up on a roof top of some old apartment complex or maybe it was a hotel even? Hard to say it had a lot of rooms most cleared out long again not a trace of furniture in many of the rooms. Was a good place to stay low at if you needed somewhere to hide after starting up some riots and picking fights. But as fun as causing trouble was, it was nice to just sit back and relax like so. Eyeing the large population sign in her view, it be a good while till the next extermination took place. Arms moved to stretch up high about her head before she stood up and start making her way down the fire escape.

Had to admire some humor in the fact for. A place meant to be the land of enteral suffering how mundane it was with things like a simple fire escapes even. Almost surreal even when you thought on it. Hopping down once she got down a sway to her hips as she started to walk out the alleyway. “Now what to get up to tonight is the question.” She said to her self digging for her phone to scroll through it nothing from Angel who usual hang out bud. Guess he was busy with well who knows what really. Hanging her lip just a tad as she went to lower her phone looking away from the scree just second before she coiled into a whole other being. A few steps back as she stumbled an needing to gather her baring. fucking only having one eye could really mess with her. Looking to find another demon letting her eyes glance him over a moment, uh something about his look was pretty familiar once she had a chance to check him out. Soon her expression soured though as she set a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to the same leg. She was expecting an apology, instead they stopped and went about obviously looking her way.

eh she can’t blame the guy she is natural bombshell after all.

"Nice, uh, nice outfit you've got there. Really pulls your look together."

Hmm lucky for him she was one to accept compliments in place of apologies.

“Name’s Steve, by the way.”

“Steve?” She questioned, nothing wrong with the name just she was used to the odd names people used down here was all. “was it?” She repeated hazing him a bit since he did just say it. “Think ya forgot your manners bud.” Moving to walk by him let her shoulder bump into his own not to pushed him or anything just to make a bit of a statement before she turned around to look his way once again. “Sorry hard to judge my distance with the one.” She played it off with s she gestured up to her eye just now. “Ya new or something I haven’t see you around. And I don’t often she many with my kind of style sporting around this lame ass place.” There was a compliment somewhere in all of that. “I’m Cherri by the by. Must be your lucky day cause I was looking for something todo and since my pal is busy I’m looking for company. If you can keep up that is.”

#muse| cherri #gamblealife #muse interaction #stay qeued #((I mean they from the same time they would have things in common uwu)) #((She will bully him though XDD)) #[ CherrixSteve tag tbd]

[thedustyshehnai]

the hold this album has on me

#hozier #would that i #cherry wine #beautiful #aesthetic #music #from Eden #sedated #in a week #nature #deathcore #muse aesthetic #take me to church #like real people do #work song #someone new #to be alone

[verum-artifex]

It's not a goodbye, just a creative pause! 🌸✨

#ArtifexAstra #ArtMagic

#illustration #digital illustration #manga #aestheitcs #art #bloom #cherry blossom #blossom #anime #anime fanart #black art #beautiful #artists on tumblr #melanin #black girl moodboard #glasses #sleeping beauty #lol #muse #meditation #sleep #bloomcore

[chellychuu]

If you have fashion dreamer, let’s be friends! I’d love to style an outfit for you! ^^

#i based my muse off my OC cherry lol #fashion dreamer #cute #pink #cozy games #cozy gaming community #video games #nintendo

[ghosts-of-the-apocalypse]

Rarepair Hazbin ships I absolutely love with no context

Rosie X Camilla 🌹🩰

Rosie X Sera 🌹🪽

Cherri Bomb X Velvette 🍒🤳

Cherri Bomb X Molly 🍒💝

Adam X Arakniss 🎸🕷️

Lute X Arakniss 💀🕷️

Adam X Vox 🎸🔌 (but like it's only as a one time fling) (I propose the ship name electric guitar)

Stolas & Rosie 🌌🌹 (platonic friendship)

Emily & Sir Pentious & Molly 🩵🐍💝 (platonic friendship)

Mimzy X Husk💃🥃 (ex's but where Mimzy low-key still has a bit of a one-sided thing for him)

#plz if you also ship any of these SEND ME EVERYTHING!!!! #there needs to be a sapphic Cherri Bomb ship out there called Cherry Chapstick istg. the potential we're wasting!!! #hazbin hotel #rosie x carmilla #rosie x sera #cherri bomb x molly #cherri bomb x velvette #adam x arakniss #lute x arakniss #adam x vox #rosie #stolas #emily #sir pentious #carmilla carmine #husk #mimzy #lute #arakniss #adam #cherri bomb #molly #velvette #musings and random thoughts by ghost

[chrollohearttags]

we need to bring back muse diaries. I feel like I need to share a daily monologue of these lil bastards running around in my head and every terrible thought they’ve caused.

#again I don’t write my stories #these characters do dumb shit and I write the incident report #like all my AUs interacting all at once #and if you don’t know what a muse diary is #you too damn young to be on this blog #cherry chats 🍒 #it was cringe #but damnit were we free #simpler times

[biteofcherry]

What do you think enforcer Steve does for Valentine's Day? 💝

*doing depraved things to you is included in all options

#valentine's day musings with the hotties #enforcer!Steve Rogers #steve fic: cherry #Steve Rogers x reader

[apollos-boyfriend]

POPPING BOTTLES MATPAT OFF YOUTUBE FINALLY!!!

Maybe the channel will turn into something good, maybe the channel will completely die in 6 months.

i really do hope it turns into something good. because there’s a genuine reason why game theory was so beloved in its beginning and why so many people (myself included) have so much nostalgia towards it. and yeah, not all their old videos were great either, but they weren’t plagiarized. they weren’t directly contradicting canonical points for the sake of being “out there” and “different”. i really do hope the channel(s) can slow down and take its time to focus more on the love of theory crafting instead of the shock value of being different

#muse talk #anon #as much as i hate #i was a fan!! i loved their old stuff!! #i still hold the portal theory fondly #and a lot of their scientific/mathematical stuff too! #but now it’s like. you are deliberately ignoring lore to make your theory #you shouldn’t cherry pick

[helluvahotelx]

semi-plotted starter for @micsmasmuses

Cherri hummed, thumbing through the cash she'd picked up from the wallet that had landed beside the pile of meat that she assumed used to be another sinner. It was yet another territory dispute, and she'd won.

She didn't hear the other approach. She might've pulled out another bomb if she had. Too busy looking through the money, with some music playing in her ears.

#micsmasmuses #{{ muse: cherri bomb }}

[ducknotinarow]

"It's time fer a drink, you 'n me, sugar tits." ( Angel & Cherri :3 )

|muse interaction

Back to the cold brick walls, and arms soon folded over her chest. As she turned her head left and then right. lacking any other eyes' did mean needing to fully look around like so to see better. But there was no sign of Angel. Cheeri peaked at her phone it had been a bit since she last heard from Angel. She never liked that, sure he got hung up with the fans and whatever else stupid Val had him doing but the radio silence is what got to her the most. She purses her lips and set her phone down. They had plans to meet up today, just hang out nothing big of course but still. She should have had a clue she wouldn't see him since it felt like she was ghosted since last hearing from the spider. but at the same time that also likely meant something happened.

She was hoping with Angel staying at the lame hotel place the news spoke about maybe he was safe from Val? Letting her head tip back to touch the bricks. "where are you dick." she mutters under her own breath

"It's time fer a drink, you 'n me, sugar tits."

She blinked nearly missing his voice, taking a second to look them over before saying anything. He seemed to be fine at least. "Jeez bout time, haven't heard from you in a few weeks thought you died on me finally." She joked a bit as she gave a playful jab into his arm before finally moving from her perch on the wall "or is that lame place your sticking to grounding you from phone calls now?" she added on but despite what she was saying she was beyond relieved to be seeing them with her own eye. He seemed fine at least. That damn place better hopes it stays that way she doesn't care if some princess runs it she'll blow it up if anything happens with him there. "Come on let's get our drink on I haven't had a drop in a few hours now! and I feel like I'm bout to kill over!" She jokes a tad as she started to make her way inside linking her arm with one of his. Nearly dragging him inside with her inside as they breezed right by the bouncer of the club they wanted to check out. Hey, she was with a quote on quote star and well she didn't care much for if they were on some list. Besides if you act like you belong they didn't often say much.

"See this is why you gotta get away more often so we can hang out like this." She chimed once they were in and was able to scope things out. Seemed like most places. Loud music, people who think they know how to dance, and lots and lots of alcohol to guzzle down. Which of course was the first step. The bar! Making thier way over as they got up to place orders for drinks she took a moment better look Angel over. They seemed fine but for all she knew they hadn't talked because something bad happened that he wanted to hide from her.

"Soooo, how the new digs?" that was a casual way to suddenly bring it up. "I mean been a while so like what they making ya slave away with em or something?" she asked curious growing she would outright act on it but she just had to make sure. "Or you just like crashing there? what the deal?" she soon followed up with. "Ya know so I know if I can grab ya whenever I want to be hella lame if you weren't there when I do you know?" saved it. "Cause I mean gotta know where to grab ya in case I need help again right? and I'm sure you need a break from the goody-good acts there. Or whatever you do there." She soon shrugged her shoulders up "but if the place is lame maybe you should leave it too and we'll just become roomies." She made it out like a joke and maybe it part it was but only because she ran the streets to try and cover the area she was hoping to build up under her own name as a wanna-be overlord herself. Wasn't safe enough to keep him with her in case Val got a stick up his ass and went looking for them.

"Eh nah be hard for ya to keep up with me" she teased after to cover her meaning. Drinks set to the counter for them finally. She grabbed at both and set the pace "Come on we got all night to start having fun now."

#muse| cherri #gamblealife #[ lets have some real trouble gamblealife] #muse interaction #stay queued #(shes loud right now lol XD)

[fat-nintendo-and-sonic-girls]

MUSE LIST

ISABELLE

ANKHA

CHERRY

PEACH DAISY ROSALINA

THE SQUID SISTERS

OFF THE HOOK

DEEP CUT

Amy rouge and blaze (I know they aren’t nintendo girls but I’m counting them here)

Zelda

Purah

(And I’ll probably add more at some point)

#new blog #muses #zelda #purah #off the hook #squid sisters #splatoon #animal crossing #isabelle #ankha #cherry #amy rose #rouge the bat #blaze the cat #bloating #girl farts #giantess #shrink #farts #farting nintendo girls #size difference #full #inflated belly #body inflation #fat slob #slob #gassy girl

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

No Place Like Home

a romantic Doctor Strange one-shot based on this prompt:

rating: general audience

pairing: Stephen Strange x Hope Collins (OFC)

genre: romance, fluff

word count: 2.3k

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Stephen had never expected to be living his best life so soon after the darkness, despair, and psychological devastation of the thousands of years he'd spent searching for the path to victory over Thanos. In the weeks following The Return, he had suffered in silence, believing it was his lot, especially as he could not forget all the lives he couldn't save, which resulted from that catastrophic battle. Only Wong had any clue as to the pain, guilt, and sleeplessness that Stephen endured, and he had tried in every way possible to alleviate it. But it was the unexpected return of the woman that Stephen had fallen in love with over the course of his lonely, agonizing journey, that had wrought the miracle that allowed him a happiness he never could have imagined. By mid-July, she had practically moved into his suite of rooms at the Sanctum, which was the sweetest sort of icing on an already delicious cake.

Of course, it wasn't a perfect life, but it was damn close. In the months since their reunion, Hope had become the most necessary part of his days (and nights), and when his work took him far from the New York Sanctum, Stephen carried a perpetual but somehow pleasant ache in his chest. It was good. Oh, so good. To not only love someone in the depths of his soul, but to know without doubting, that he was deeply and unconditionally loved in return. What more could any man hope for?

He reminded himself of this fact often as the pace of his work began to intrude upon their time together. Hope was patient and understanding, not only because of her love for him, but because it was her nature—and as one of those who'd lived in the aftermath of a world made somber by The Blip, she like so much of humanity, had learned to appreciate every new moment with the loved ones they had believed were lost forever. Still, it bothered Stephen with each missed date, each assignation cut short. And he began to wrack his brain for some solution to the problem, or at least to find a way to treat his woman to something special as a proffer of consolation.

One evening after an especially tiring day—he'd been part of a team sent to exorcise a clutch of demons infesting the Acropolis, that had been playing havoc with tourists and townspeople alike--after which he'd been required at Kamar-Taj for deliberation over assignments for freshly promoted Adepts. Hope could easily see how incredibly exhausted he was. But as Stephen had been determined not to miss another evening in her company, she simply decided to put her foot down.

"Look, you can't keep doing this, darling." He was resting his head against the sofa back, with his eyes closed, while one of her favorite sit-coms streamed on the television. Stephen only grunted, already half asleep. "This burning the candle at both ends. You're burning yourself out..."

"No, I'm fine, sweetheart. I'm just..." he yawned despite trying his best not to,"I'm just resting my eyes."

Hope snuggled a little closer, though she firmly maintained her point. "No. No, you're not. You're exhausted and you know it. And I'm afraid I'm not helping—you should be in bed this very instant."

Though his eyes remained closed, Stephen already knew the stubborn look she wore just from the tone of her voice. He hummed in his throat, and replied with a smirk, "Only if you'll come with me."

Sitting up, she gave an exasperated sigh. "I knew you were going to say that!" Hope laid her hand on his arm, "As much as I appreciate the invitation, I think it's best I spend tonight at my place. You need a full night's rest Stephen. A full night of restorative sleep. And as pleasant as sharing your bed is, we both know it's rarely...restful..."

As physically spent as he felt, Stephen couldn't help but enjoy her inuendo. He sat up to face her squarely. "I promise, for tonight anyway, all I'm gonna do is sleep." He threw in a pout he knew she couldn't resist. "Pleeeeease? I miss spending time with you, and it's not fair to you to have such a part-time boyfriend. So, I'd rather take any time we can get together, even if I'm...unconscious."

"Oh, Stephen, what am I going to do with you?"

Tenderly, he cradled Hope's cheek in his hand, watching her resolve begin to melt . "Let me hold you while I fall asleep," he insisted", And I'm certain I'll get all the rest I need."

True to his expectation, Stephen slept more soundly than he had in weeks. And he dreamt of many things; such uninterrupted REM sleep was rare for him, and his weary mind cycled through much of his recent experiences. Though he couldn't recall all of them upon awakening the next morning, one dream in particular stood out because it featured Hope. They had walked hand in hand through one of the marketplaces adjacent to Kamar-Taj, and she had been enchanted by all the sights and sounds, all the vibrant colors and rich scents and exotic flavors, that Kathmandu had to offer. She had gazed in awe at the snowcapped Himalayas and marveled as he'd pointed out Mt. Everest and shared the story of how The Ancient One had stranded him there in a bid to get him to finally tap into his mystic abilities. In the end, he and Hope had stood eagerly before the main gate to the compound, for he wished to share with her all that was important to him there. But he'd awoken before they'd been able to enter grounds.

Stephen's first impulse was to share the amazing details of his dream with Hope, but he found himself alone and given the time—mid-morning—he guessed she had already headed off to work. A supposition confirmed once he threw on his bathrobe and headed to the smaller of the Sanctum's two kitchens and found she'd left a travel mug filled with hot coffee on the counter, and a note beside it telling him a veggie omelet with a side if bacon was warming in the oven for him. And don't work too hard today, Stephen, she had added. You need to set some limits for yourself so that you don't get burnt out. If I have to, I will speak to Wong about it myself; there's no reason that some other wizard (or two or three) can't pick up the slack so that you can take better care of yourself! Or let me do that for you...

Of course, he ended up back in Kamar-Taj to teach an evening class, on Kathmandu time, and then back in Greenwich Village to oversee the monthly inventory of ancient relics. All the while, the images of that dream remained with him, softening the edges of his work day and making him long all the more for a chance to spend the kind of quality time with Hope, as he had in their dream sojourn to Kathmandu.

Only as he finalized the inventory figures, plugging them into the spreadsheet that one enterprising Adept had created to make the task easier, did Stephen realize there was nothing but taking the initiative of inviting her, keeping his dream from becoming reality. Refreshed as the very thought of sharing that very important piece of his life with her, he zipped off a text asking Hope if she wouldn't mind spending the remainder of the evening with him in the Sanctum. This was something he was looking forward to asking her in person, already sure that her spontaneous, brilliant smile and the twinkle in her remarkably blue eyes, would signal her answer in the affirmative well before she uttered 'yes'.

He had portaled them to an alleyway on the outskirts of the compound as a matter of discretion, but also because he wanted Hope to get a feel for the community and the environs surrounding the sacred grounds of Kamar-Taj. And in keeping with his dramatic nature, Stephen wanted her to experience the full reveal of the place he'd come to love best on earth, and that could only be achieved upon entering the main gate.

As he had expected, Hope was excited about this new adventure, commenting on the colorful market stalls they passed, as well as upon the wealth of green and growing things that marked the humble homes and small gardens wedged between the mish mosh of buildings that had grown up around their destination. "I've never seen such pretty little gardens growing at such close quarters," she exclaimed, "The Nepalese must have true green thumbs!"

"Ah, I was hoping you'd appreciate that," Stephen replied, and then went on to explain, "Because it's really a matter of magic..."

"You mean everyone here practices the mystic arts?"

Hope had slipped her arm through his, which in this place held a magic of its own for him. He laid his free hand atop hers and leaned a little closer, dropping his voice confidentially, "Actually, it's magic in the soil and water and air. Centuries and centuries of residual magic emanating from Kamar-Taj, which these plants have absorbed through their roots. In fact, the flowering & fruit trees and vegetable plants within the compound blossom year-round as a result, and over the years the effect has spread out from Kamar-Taj into the ground of the surrounding neighborhoods. Even those residents who are unaware of what we do here—thinking that we're a monastic order of sorts, dedicated to religious study—understand their bountiful gardens are related to their proximity...and consider themselves blessed to live this close."

"Deciduous trees, however..." he added, feeling the beat of his heart pick up its steady pace with delightful anticipation of Hope's reaction to this place that had healed him in so many ways, "...still experience the vibrant colors of fall before shedding their leaves, but they remain on the branches well into the new year–unless there comes wind and rain of hurricane proportions." With that they stood before the double doors of the intricately carved, two-story gateway. Stephen laid his palm against the thick, aged wood and spoke a single word. Reverently enough that he felt Hope lightly shiver at his side. "Shamballa." They heard a loud creak and then the doors swung open before them, allowing him to usher his woman inside.

Hope inhaled in amazement, but remained silent otherwise, as she took in vision all around her. Masters and students alike walked the clean swept cobblestones toward various buildings, while others lounged about the edges of the courtyard in small clusters of twos and threes. Stephen picked up on the soothing tinkling of chimes beneath the quiet conversations around them and the occasional decorous burst of laughter. Hope had tightened her hold on his arm as he led her forward, his goal an ancient tree of cherry blossoms that held place of pride among all the other growing things. He brought them to a stop just several feet from the low retaining wall that surrounded the tree's base.

"Oh my gosh...oh my gosh, Stephen! It's gorgeous...all of it. Gorgeous. Like something..." Hope did a slow spin, taking in the view all around, "...out of the myth of Shangri-La..."

"Not too far from it," he grinned, drinking in her reaction as though it was his own first time seeing the weathered, venerable buildings along with the verdant gardens and flowering trees, set against the glory of the pristine, snow blanketed mountain tops in the distance, beneath a spotless blue sky. "Kamar-Taj is a quiet gem in the mountains' shadows...a place to seek peace and tranquility for those blessed enough to find the path."

"If this were my home, I doubt I'd want to leave...well, at least for a very long time, anyway."

Stephen nodded. "Yes, for the longest time, it always felt more like home to me, than the New York Sanctum. When I've felt out of sorts or as though I'd lost my connection to the energy that is the basis of all magic, just returning was enough to restore me..."

"Was?" Hope wore a sly little smile, as though she already knew the answer to her simple query.

He took both of her hands, focusing his sight on their twined fingers. "Indeed. But my concept of home has changed considerably since Titan." He stepped into Hope, raising her hands to rest on his shoulders before settling his on her hips. "Home has become more than a place, sweetheart—because home for me, is now wherever you are." She blinked up at him guilelessly, moistening her lips in the prelude to a kiss. A warm, late summer breeze swirled around them, rustling the branches of the majestic cherry blossom tree, sending loosened petals fluttering artfully about them.

Hope's soft giggle enchanted him as, inevitably, petals landed on her dress and in her hair. "And it seems this place means to welcome you, sweetheart. In the prettiest way possible," he mused, reaching to brush the pretty, pink blossoms from her auburn hair.

"Wait," she asked softly, her eyes alight with the love that now sustained him in ways he'd never dared imagine could be his. "Leave them for now, Stephen. Please. I've never been kissed in a place of true magic, and it would be foolish to miss this chance like something out of a fairy tale."

Ever willing to cede to her requests, Stephen cupped her cheeks and drew her close and kissed her long and deep—not giving a second thought to the eyes around them that took note. While thinking that perhaps...someday...if they should marry, there could be no sweeter place on earth to undertake those vows. And promising himself that if there was no breeze that day, he'd be certain to stir enough of one to shower her in petals if it would please her well.

Author's Note:  I'd fully meant to have Stephen be called away to duty—a meeting with Wong & the other Masters, or some such—so that when he returned at dusk, ready to apologize for missing out on their time together, he'd find Hope busy at her own work. Adding the perfect hues of pink and blue (for his robes) to her latest drawing, wherein he stood looking quite amused with petals caught in his jet black hair. In addition to a Blue Morpho butterfly alighting upon his shoulder. But I couldn't quite fit it in without disturbing the romantic ending to this piece. But please do feel free to imagine such a sight for yourselves!

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#my writing #No Place Like Home #romance #fluff #cherry blossoms #doctor strange x ofc #stephen strange x ofc #Stephen Strange #Hope Collins #Stephen Strange x Hope Collins #Doctor Strange #doctor strange fan fiction #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange fan fiction #stephen strange fanfiction #Strangebatch #My Eternal Muse #Benedict Cumberbqatch

[aestheticbyais]

“WHAT UP, HOES! Hahaha!”

Cherri Bomb character aesthetic.

#aesthetic #aesthetic board #aesthetic boards #muse aesthetic #character aesthetic #hazbin hotel #cherri bomb #hazbin hotel cherri #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #animation #cartoons #adult cartoons

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → the blonde took a shot straight away, it was actually pretty, she likes when her throat burn because of that. "this is not hell or the drinks but they are not so bad, still strong." and she really enjoys that, she needed something like that.

@hiddenpxpercuts (sir pentious)

#Muse; Cherri Bomb #alcohol tw

[chrollohearttags]

writing machine broke…🧍🏾‍♀️

#I have no idea what to write tbh #cherry chats 🍒 #all these drafts and no muse for any of them #like help

[ducknotinarow]

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs ( & For Cherri :3 )

| Force My Muse to Spill Their Secrets

Cherri had to say when it came to living in hell it was a blast. Free to do as you wish? Who could pass up on that? Running around causing havoc just because eit was a Tuesday and she felt a little extra spontaneous and had a few extra bombs she was just itching to get to tossing. Course her favorite was when she got to cause trouble with her best friend Angel Dust. So many people in hell could be so ducking lame but not Angel, and he had been in hell far longer than herself. Where so many were old and stuffy blaming it on when they died and couldn’t change their ways Angel was a blast, pun intended there, to hang out with. She thought as the two of of them had drove behind a car listening to the sound of glass shattering. After the explosion from one of her bombs had gone off. She looked overt watch the Spider demon laugh away second eat of arms were slung around their sides as they were just near about ready to bust a gut.

But as soon as the fun had started it came to an end.

—————-

Walking through Pentagram city once they had given the slip to the loser shop owner whose place they had just finished blowing t bits, hey that’s what they got for trying to talk trash about the strips on angel’s outfit or Cherri’s torn-on-purpose style. Some people just seemed to think that had a say on what others wore, eh guy is just jealous they couldn’t pull of these trends clearly. When Cherri finally noticed the look on Angel's face as they had their face buried in the screen of thier phone. "You okay there Anges?" Cherri went to ask as they shoved the phone back into thier pocket watching how the look on thier face changed like a flick of light. They crossed thier topped arms and well Cherri knew from the look alone it was Val who messaged them just now. She reached out a hand and gingerly set it on to her friend's arm. "Hey just blow 'em off we can go cause more trouble? I know some goons trying mess'n with my turf." She knew better though soon as Angel went to give some dumb spill about how he should go in tonight at least he'd been blowing work off a lot.

Sure Cherri could try and talk them out of it, drag him away maybe even but she knew how this would go. As the familiar limo pulled up despite the smile on Angel's face as he climb in. She could feel a pit in her stomach. But waved them off and watched the car pull away.

"Oh Angie" Cherri said under her breath as she lifted her hand to her moth and chewed on her nail. "If it weren't for that fuckers status then maybe I could help ya more..If i could just become one of em? then maybe I'll be able to get you away from him finally."

Maybe it was a foolish thing to wish for but she knew better than most what angel dealt with being with that stupid moth, Valentino. She dropped her hands down and started to check to see how many bombs she still had on her. Enough to get by for now. "I ain't got much of turf, not yet at least Angie but I tussled with an overlord already once before. I can take on more soon once I got enough ground under my name. I'll get you away from him we can..we can ran it together laugh and cause as much trouble all we want."

#muse| cherri #gamblealife #[ lets have some real trouble gamblealife] #make my muse fess up meme #meme anaswers #stay qeued #((If she becomes more powerful she can save her bestie ;3;))