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[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy . King Arthur gets robbed 🤷‍♀️

It wasn't the first time that Fish had to travel the universes to indulge Dimitri's newest whim. In fact, she was sure that his requests were becoming increasingly ridiculous. After asking her to bring him the Apples of the Hesperides because he was craving apple pie, he had now told her to fetch him the Holy Grail, no less. All because he couldn't be bothered to wash his goddamn mugs. You'd think that after 20.000 years of being alive, the man would do his chores.

She was hoping for an easy trip. Get in, get the Grail, get out. Simple enough, right? Especially with a magical door that led to virtually anywhere. The only problem was that she didn't really know where the Holy Grail was kept, in this big castle. And the more she roamed the place, the more likely she risked getting caught. She was pretty sure that if a guard saw a woman with a sword and a pair of jeans, they'd think she was a witch or something.

She climbed an endless flight of stairs for the umpteenth time that night, finally finding herself in a dark, secluded room atop a dungeon. And finally, here it was. Dimitri's newest mug.

"Bingo," she said to herself, too enthralled in her victory to hear the footsteps behind her.

[sins-of-warriors]

@a-den-of-demons Christina moaned and groaned as they pounded her, her body shaking as they filled her with cum. She came with them, arching her back hard as she was overflowing with cum, her stomach a bit bloated as the cum was so much. Her pussy dripped cum as she couldn't hold it all in, the cum in her mouth all going down. She looked at Tryn, a grin asking what next.

Olaf gave a loud laugh as he look at the woman eagerness "Are you sure you don't have some troll blood on you... most already pass out up to this point" he kept swinging his hips making his manhood tease her inside "Well I my turn to give her a shoot..." Tryndamere return a smile while grabbing her by the shoulders and taking her to the soft bed with no hesitation he plunge his barbarian cock into her and began to rock her body.

"oi oi oi, She is not only yours to enjoy today..." The blonde chuckle and move to the other side, letting his cock fall down and slap her face moving up and down rubbing her lips and letting it's musk flood her senses

[indirecticn]

to say he was compromised was to put it lightly. so, loki didn't say it. he didn't even let himself think it, actually. he took that word and shoved it into some deep, dark hole in the recesses of his mind and said good riddance!

because saying it meant admitting to why he was compromised and in what way.

and that meant he would look too deeply into this little weekly habit of his of fucking off to the city he once was hellbent on destroying. well, not destroying so much as... okay, yes, destroying, but to be fair it hadn't really been HIS idea and if you asked him now he would easily say he was a different person then.

literally.

torture and mind stones tend to remake a person, divinely powerful or not.

looking at his visits as anything more than something to pass the time between his personal projects would be absolutely detrimental to his mental health.

so, he went with the flow, the natural pull of his life that called for him to spend more time in new york and thus more time with her. she was probably the only person who could truly keep him from going numb and dumb with boredom these days, too.

also, there was that thing about whether or not her illness was because of the aether, a little thought he had yet to share with her and likely would not.

loki had been on his way to the hospital when suddenly the perfectly blue sky cracked and crackled with an acutely formed thunder storm. was thor back from being off planet?? he followed the energy to where it appears a skirmish was happening with a pair of enhanced individuals trying to rob a bank.

but that... was NOT... thor.

"what the.... who-" loki was at a loss for words, mouth dropped open as he watched her gather the assailants, disarm them, and neatly tied them up by bending a fallen metal sign post around them.

"uhm-" he wasn't the only one watching of course, but he WAS the only one who stepped toward her to engage. "who in the HELL are YOU and how did you get that!"

by gods.. she was holding mjolnir!

@dr-foster

[frost-eyed-autumn]

Homecoming || starsburned

@starsburned

Standing outside of here now was a weird feeling. It wasn't as though he'd ever been to this place before - Dazai's place, the one he'd taken up in after leaving the Port Mafia. He'd never once visited it or even given it a glance, hardly even knowing it existed. Even when he did learn about it, he never made a point to come by.

Yet, standing here now was surreal in a way. The Black Lizard and a scattering of their men were on standby elsewhere, watching and blocking off every street and alleyway leading in and out of this city block, to make sure no one they didn't want could get through while the two of them worked. Not the police, not civilians, and certainly as fuck not the ADA.

The latter was highly unlikely at this hour anyway. The deep hours of night had always belonged to the Mafia; that never changed. Once morning hit, it wouldn't matter if they knew. Everyone here would be long gone with a job well done.

But...

"You're really sure about this?"

Dazai, dressed to conceal his identity as just another Port Mafia grunt, stood beside him. Chuuya's hands were shoved into his pockets, his coat customarily hanging off his shoulders with the sleeves dangling loose.

They'd discussed it at length ; Dazai's leaving the ADA. More importantly, faking his death so that he could do so without hassle. They didn't need those Agency toddlers getting some kind of bullshit in their minds about staging some rescue operation over something that was inevitably Dazai's choice and Dazai's choice alone. As much as Chuuya would deeply enjoy the Agency giving him an excuse to crush them, he knew better than to instigate anything if it wasn't on Mori's order.

Everything was set to make this night happen. They'd discussed every step at length and how to make it look convincing. Both Dazai and Chuuya had plenty enough experience killing people, so it wasn't hard to imagine just how a murder scene should look.

The biggest complication in all of that would be potential civilian witnesses, which was the largest hole in their plan they would have to cover, and the part they'd spent the longest discussing, but they'd come to a reasonable way to handle that too.

"You know, once this is final, there's no going back. I have no doubts the Agency would be fine taking you back and I'm sure you could come up with a convincing excuse for your absence if you ever decide you liked being with them better after all,--"

After all, the Agency were soft and, frankly, gullible. If Dazai fabricated some story about how he'd been attacked and taken prisoner or held against his will, likely they'd believe it. It wouldn't be hard to trick them into letting him come back with few, if any, questions.

"--but the Port Mafia isn't going to let you get away with betraying them twice. Matter of fact, I'd hunt you down and kill you myself, for real this time. You'd better be absolutely certain this is what you want."

[hells-greatestdad]

Don't mind him, he is looking at photo albums from when Charlie was smol and missing those days

[hazbinsandweirdos]

"You look like my first husband."

[gremlinboykevin]

BLACK SKIN W/ PINK HAIR SUPREMACY

BLACK SKIN W/ PINK HAIR SUPREMACY

BLACK SKIN W/ PINK HAIR SUPREMACY!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I love this kind of design, and @rockybloo 's gorgeous girl is a GREAT EXAMPLE :')

And my girl Hamara would honestly ADORE her! ;A;

[toomanydamnmuses]

@baiika replied to your post “Why is it that his captains are always handsome...”:

Momo; STOP FUCKING YOUR CAPTAINS WE'RE GONNA GET STABBED AGAIN

​

"You mean you are going to get stabbed again. I was only stabbed once, at the end of the war, if it can really be called that. I'd call it more of a slash or cut, myself. Besides, my first Captain wasn't the brains of the operation if you might recall, and captain Otoribashi doesn't strike me as the sort."

[triinitas]

STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. [ Malkuth and Zorah! ]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ SCENARIOS --

' shit, shit, shit. '

Her heartbeat was rapid and pounded in her chest like a war drum. No one had discovered her, yet. It seemed her streak of luck was coming to an end. She couldn't allow that to happen. With a deep, slow breath she calmed herself. ' No use in getting agitated. '

The tiefling was crammed into a crate within the quarantine storage. No one had been down to check on those goods for the entire voyage, thus far. Her destination was Golden Hazuz, where she intended to locate an ancient tome of foreign magicks as recommended by Grandfather.

Now someone was shuffling into the room. Zorah could hear their clumsy steps and pained grunt as they ran into something when the ship rocked. A frown played over the warlock's lips. Dark mist gathered in the confined space she inhabited. Ready that, once the stranger came close enough, she would open the crate and grasp them with Hold Monster.

It was not long before the time came. Her preparations were triggered. Zorah shoved the coffin lid open and inky black tentacles erupted from the shadows to grab hold of the unsuspecting woman. She was pulled up off of the floor by a few inches, arms and legs ensnared by the spell. A single tendril of shadow wrapped its way around her face, as well, to prevent her from speaking. Confusion flickered across the tiefling's face for a moment before satisfaction settled. This stranger was an insect in a spider's web, and the joy of ambushing was never lost on Zorah. It was just.. odd that such an innocent-looking woman would find herself caught in the quarantine storage. Was she also a stowaway? What were her intentions?

She slowly unfolded herself out of the coffin, her joints popping. She'd been in the damned thing overnight, and her body ached. She gazed curiously at the woman tangled up before her while rotating her shoulder.

"Who are you?" she asked, tone low. Her shoulder popped back into place. "Were you hoping to find me, darling? Don't scream." The last command was uttered harshly, an undisguised threat dancing behind each word. Then the tendril across the woman's face slithered off, allowing her to respond.

[meniwame]

Starter for @streetscfrage

A new world.

New to them, anyway. Drishya had been wandering the cosmos for some time now, trying to get the hang of this. . .being alive situation they suddenly found themselves in. A whole new experience, a brand new perspective that they couldn't have even concieved before. A new world full of people and places and cultures to live through. . .

The awe they felt at the sprawling bustling civilization was not diminished no matter how many times they stumbled upon a new place. But it was set aside for a moment as they sat atop an awning of a market street, fiddling with the new form their camera had taken, thinking of what they wanted to capture.

It wasn't as if they had an assignment, no specific person, place, or thing to ensure got back to the higher ups. But they did have to capture something.

The rustling of their puffer jacket, strangely out of season in the summer heat, rustled quietly as they seemed to figure out a setting on their device, leaning forward, as s wildlife photographer might, to begin snapping pictures of anyone who caught their eye.

It's not until a particularly imposing figure makes themselves known in said marketplace that they perk up. The would be paparazzo began following his movements with their lens, shifting their body to and fro to capture whatever angle fascinated them.

If nothing else he was an interesting subject for how many people seemed genuinely pleased by his presence despite what some mught consider a less than approachable face.

Maybe they could learn something from this one. . .

[banefulbenevolence]

dirgeforthedead asked:

"I can't tell if you're being silly or serious."

Black eyes narrow a bit as he looks at his companion, as lovely as she is, with no shortage of consternation. "I said what I said, and I meant it. No. More. Silverware. At. My. Table. If eating with your hands is good enough for you, my sweet, then it's good enough for the patriars we sup with."

[sins-of-warriors]

Titfuck B2

(tackles hugs Heeeey welcome back! also *BONK* first rule of multi-muses blog? ¬_¬)

Tryndamere grunted as he felt the Shivana's large breasts play with his harden cock, it didn't take much for the half dragon to make him this hard with her body but he love every second of it "Having fun.. down there hm? ... you shall know by now... how dangerous this could be.." he chuckle reaching for her horns to stroke softly as she moved her body.

[pantichrist]

₊˚⊹♡            this  isn't  the  sort  of  place  you  would  usually  find  her,      but  curiosity  can't  be  helped  and  when  you're  already  a  dead  girl,      𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠  𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡  𝑡𝑜  𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒.      she'd  stepped  inside  the  door  and  had  felt  eyes  on  her  from  that  very  moment.      𝖆  𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕  𝖔𝖋  𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈  𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞  𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙  𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖗  𝖔𝖎𝖑  𝖆𝖓𝖉  𝖇𝖚𝖉𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗  𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖙𝖆𝖕.      she  seats  herself  at  the  bar,      one  fishnet  clad  thigh  rested  over  the  other  as  she  leans  against  the  wood  top  and  smirks  at  the  eyes  that  are  all  but  burning  a  hole  through  her.         "s'a  lotta  motorcycles  outside."        she  says,      that  thick  jersey  accent  𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢  𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑,         "this  some  sorta  club  or  somethin'."        a  raise  of  her  brows,      intrigue  painted  upon  a  babydoll  visage,        "always  wanted  ta'get  on  one'a  those  things.      think  i'd  like  it..    goin'  all  fast  an'  shit." / @mayhemr

[frost-eyed-autumn]

First Mission || lunargifted

@lunargifted

"You've got eyes on them? Good. Keep them in your sights. We're about ready here as well. As soon as I finish the briefing, we'll move in."

Clicking the little red button on his phone, he stashed it safely away in his pocket once he was done with his phone call, swiveling to face his small platoon of men properly. Among them was the weretiger brat, his first actual job with the Port Mafia that didn't entail desk-work and filing papers.

Really, this briefing was more for his benefit than anyone else's. All of his regular men underneath him could practically run a job like this in their sleep with their hands tied behind their backs. He trusted all of them to do good work with or without his leadership at this point, but Atsushi was the wild card in all this, and it would definitely test his limits.

"Alright, weretiger, listen closely. This is an important job for the mafia so I expect good results from it." No pressure. Really. "There's a small cargo boat parked out just off the coast. Seems legit on the surface, but its a smuggling vessel. We've got intel that one of our enemies is stockpiling illegal weaponry in preparation for a gang war. Pretty standard stuff for us, but suffice to say, we can't let it go unchallenged, so we're going to head out there and filch it from them, right in front of their faces."

It was a simple enough operation, but his Gravity and water didn't exactly work so well together. While he'd definitely figured out some effective ways to get things done despite the limitation, he still hated these jobs with a burning passion. The ground and sky were both his playgrounds he could manipulate with ease, but the sea was another matter and ever determined to spit in his face.

"Now normally, something like this would be called in and handled by the Coast Guard, but if we manage to get a hold of those weapons first, it'll cut some of our costs on our own weapons imports while also preventing a blood bath in the streets. You following so far?"

[adelha-mathilde]

Tea Time In the Devildom (Obey Me! fic)

summary: Adelha is enjoying tea with some of her favorite friends in the Devildom. While her kitten gets spoiled with attention.

characters: Adelha Mathilde (OC), Asmodeus, Satan

content: casual talk, established relationships, fluff, some sad talk

The afternoon was peaceful as Adelha served tea to her guests. Satan and Asmodeus looking glad to be with the Fae woman to openly tell her about their most recent adventure. Namely helping their pact human with several chores around RAD to then avoid getting lectured by Lucifer. Satan looking quite pleased as he kept Adelha's kitten in his arms to pet and cuddle at his leisure. The Avatar of Wrath looking all but melted as the kitten gave him face licks.

Asmodeus took out his D.D.D. to record the moment as Adelha chuckled. Satan openly nuzzling his face as the kitten did so back. Adelha watched with amusement to openly smile. "The princess is getting her daily dose of cuddles. Honestly. You all tend to spoil her too much." Asmodeus gives a giggle to then make a comment of his own. "Much like how you spoil us? Be fair, Addy. We are highly aware of how you shower many of us with special gifts or snacks. Especially for my beloved pact humans. Even Lucifer has commented on how you ease their stress with the little surprised you leave for them."

Adelha feigns ignorance to sip at her tea cup and hum a thoughtful notation. "Why my dearest Asmodeus. I have little idea what you might be talking about. Solomon tends to need magic ingredients for me to send shipments to Purgatory Hall all the time. While your beloved little sheep needs various things for school as much as their personal health. How else would they find human lotion or toothpaste or vitamins if they didn't source such from my apothecary shop?"

Asmodeus snickers to finally set his phone down and openly stare into the Dragon maiden's face. His smile more of a smirk at this point. "Playing coy now are we, Addy? Such flawless execution leaves me captivated. But I know that look and that tactic. You cannot fool me, my sweet." Satan finally sets the kitten down and on his lap for the little ball of fluff to enjoy some back rubs. The blonde taking up his tea cup to sip at the contents before speaking up. "A dragon both protects and nurtures their treasures. This is something we have come to understand from watching you and several other of the Fae that are of the dragon lineage. But your treasures are not objects or relics. They are individuals who think and feel. So you gift us your tokens of love for us to be nurtured by. For example. Asmodeus told me about the flower wreaths. The ones that are meant to be a tribute to Lillith."

Adelha goes very still at this to then sigh. Asmodeus looking into his tea cup for a few tears to fall. Which has Adelha immediately reach over to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Satan watched this to then nod his head. A warm smile there on his lips as Asmodeus wiped at his eyes with a tissue. "See. You did not ever know Lilith. Yet you make the most splendid flower wreaths for us to hang next to her painting. Simeon told me that every wreath we get has a wish woven into the framework. One that is a spell to give those who knew Lilith joy in her memory and peace at her absence. A spell that has left a trace of love in the entire house. You did that for us. Out of love. So know that we are grateful."

Asmodeus nods to then lean over and give Adelha a tight hug. One that she returns to shower Asmo's face with warm kisses. Which has Asmo hum in delight to look very happy. "Yes. We are so glad for the love you share, Addy. Which is why we all plan to bombard you with just as much love back. Now then. You simply must tell me where exactly you've been getting that human skin lotion. I have a mind to surprise our beloved sheep with a new scent."

[exquisitexagony]

stole this idea from @miidnighters but here's Arthur & Sami's instagrams if they had one i feel like sami might have one for acting reasons but arthur definitely would not have one, but that's ok because i just wanted to do a what if anyway lol