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@eyes-blazing asked "send " REST. " for the sender to sit beside the receiver and rest their head in the receiver's lap without explanation. (feel free to specify why in the inbox!)"
Kol's attention shifted when he felt the other sit beside him, looking towards him. He surprised himself when he didn't flinch out of habit as his company laid their head in his lap.
He reached down, running his fingers through their hair. "Long day?" He asked softly, blue eyes drifting back to his computer screen where his homework assignment was begging to be finished.
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@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.
#hope this works! lmk if I should change anything#&(king arthur)#fish (monet)#main verse#closed starter#multipleoccupancy
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Continuation of this starter thread with @leviathan-of-envy here:
The maiden chuckles to be sure the food is set out properly on a fold out tray for the hungry gamer to dig in. Her gloved hands soon pouring him a fresh and steaming mug of green tea. The mug being one with little goldfish swimming along it's blue background. Her words warm and holding a lilt to the tones. "I was asked to not tell who it was that placed the order to my kitchen. But I am glad you are so openly enthusiastic about my cooking, Leviathan."
Adelha then turns to look over the room and hum a soft sound of approval. "My word. So many fish. I would think you were saving up to build a new aquarium in the Devildom. It's rare to see such a display of colorful creatures in one place."
The maiden then turns back to Leviathan to give him a cheerful smile. "I know someone that tends to get word of rare and exotic fish. if you ever wish to add to your fish tanks, I wouldn't mind asking ahead for you. But I am much more curious about what game took up all of your attention. Was it that Devil Kart racing game I see many a demon or vampire playing these days?"
#main verse#Wandering Dragon Verse#Obey Me! Verse#meeting a shy nerd named Leviathan#Adelha is impressed with all the fish#what game was Leviathan playing?
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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.
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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
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He heard the word Physical come out of Mori's mouth and if you see him skulking around? No you don't. He doesn't exist. He's off somewhere in an undisclosed location on a totally top secret job all week. Who needs a physical anyway when you're a fast-healing human wrecking ball?
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My poor baby bean. She is so fussy and uncomfortable right now because she has a cold. I can’t do anything about it because she is too little for medicine.
I feel like such a bad mama, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten a cold if I dressed her warmer. Or did I get her sick? Can a cold be passed through nursing?
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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. . .
#IC {To Be Watched Is To Be Loved}#Main Verse#streetscfrage#went a little insane but its mostly set dressing#dont worry abt matching length!
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Don't mind him, he is looking at photo albums from when Charlie was smol and missing those days
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"You look like my first husband."
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@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."
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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.
#answered#zorah answers#dcviated#main verse#i hope this is alright !#i flavored the appearance of her spell to be similar to the hadar spells#bc she has every hadar spell that she can know so far lol and loves them#so it felt right#stowaway#zorah & malkuth
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❛ i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met. ❜ post russia #2 yaknow
ɪᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ that didn't want to run. Not because he didn't reciprocate her feelings. But because damn right he did, he loved her. He'd known from the moment those hydra agents had walked into his cell and threatened to hurt her, if he didn't corporate. The feeling had weighed heavy on his chest, and in that moment he could have ripped their hearts out. That's when he knew the feeling he had shared for Kira all this time had been in fact love. @str3lok
So he felt the desire to run, not because he didn't love her. But because he was fucking terrified that he loved her too much. The type of love that would have him burning down cities. The sort of love that would have him putting his life on the line to know that she would be okay. And that was a dangerous sort of love. It made him feel desperate, out of control, and Ian had spent the majority of his life trying to push away the parts of himself he didn't like. The dark parts. The parts that wanted to hurt, the part's that made him like Zola.
What he slipped up? What if he hurt her, because he was being reckless, because he couldn't control himself? What if he was destined to be some self fulling prophecy? " I - " he began to say, a lump forming in his throat, from the swell of emotion he was expressing. " Kira - I - I've been in love with you since the moment SHIELD paired us up for the first time. I'm sure their regretting that one. But I don't. I've never felt the way I feel about you for anyone. And it scares the shit out of me. "
He feels raw. He's laid himself bare for her to see. But as scared as he felt, when push came to shove he knew he could trust her. Trust her to protect his heart, rather than break it. " I may not always do the right thing. Or know what to say. But you make me want to try to be better. Not just for you, but for myself. " H͟e͟'͟s͟ ͟ ͟n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ ͟ ͟b͟e͟e͟n͟ ͟ ͟w͟i͟t͟h͟ ͟ ͟a͟n͟y͟o͟n͟e͟ ͟ ͟b͟e͟f͟o͟r͟e͟ ͟ ͟w͟h͟o͟ ͟ ͟m͟a͟d͟e͟ ͟ ͟h͟i͟m͟ ͟ ͟f͟e͟e͟l͟ ͟ ͟l͟i͟k͟e͟ ͟ ͟h͟e͟ ͟ ͟w͟a͟s͟ ͟ ͟w͟o͟r͟t͟h͟ ͟ ͟s͟o͟m͟e͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟.͟
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Satan gets the idea for the entire family to go horseback riding. So they go with their pact human to ask Adelha if her clan has a farm. She says yes to then get dragged along. Despite Adelha looking very hesitant.
They end up at the home of Adelha's beloved teacher, Claude Gaugain. Who has a neighbor that raises horses. So they all go to get riding lessons. But Adelha is doing her absolute best to avoid riding with them.
Lucifer finally asks Adelha if she knows how to ride. Which has her go deadly quiet as Claude explains she has zero skill at horseback riding. Despite her valiant efforts to learn over the decades. Proving she is unable to do so when she tries to ride a mare out of the barn to then have her topple right out of the saddle and into a pile of hay.
Mammon finds this hilarious. Only to have him get his seat cushions nipped by a temperamental mare. So Mammon ends up sitting out for a spell due to not wanting his more important bits chewed on.
Adelha and Mammon do help with keeping the couple of golden retrievers and their half dozen puppies from bothering the horses. Leviathan ends up falling off his horse and right into a big puddle of mud. So he is very unhappy. But Adelha just nudges Leviathan into the main house to get him set up for a leisurely scrub in a luxurious bathtub. Mammon going along to get some TLC for his sore rump.
The day is spent with the family either learning how to ride horses. Or simply enjoying the fresh air and playful puppies. Ending with a fancy dinner party back at Claude's home for them to all soon pass out in the living room on sleeping bags in front of a movie.
#main verse#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me! shall we date?#obey me: one master to rule them all#obey me! one master to rule them all#obey me
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@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
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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."
#dirgeforthedead#main verse#temp tags#It's a cold day in hell when his love is made fun of at HIS table
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