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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.

[adelha-mathilde]

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?"

[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.

[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."

[fleursmortes]

@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.

[missing-muses]

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?

[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. . .

[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."

[adelha-mathilde]

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.

[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

[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.

[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?"