#the muses respond

[paradise-in-k4]

"Koa! Sorry to interrupt your duties!" It's the young Mistress! "I just thought that since you're a part of the Scarlet Devil Family too, I'm giving you a present too! Ta-dah!"

It's… a casual outfit! Hope it's to her liking!

"You know, since you have off days… Y-You do have off days, right?"

“Oh…! Lady Flandre. I must’ve been too swept up in trying to keep the mansion’s party going despite that accident. But this present…”

Koakuma unwraps the gift she got, her eyes shimmering with excitement as she sees what her present is.

“Awww… Flandre, you shouldn’t have! Oh, look! It even has little folds in the back for my wings! This will make my trips to the village feel more pleasant on my time off. Thank you so much! I’m gonna go try it on right now~!”

[moonlight-prose]

I just wanna sit in Logan’s lap and admire his claws and watch him blush 😩

okay but picture this with worst!logan: the concept of body worship is not lost on a one logan howlett. he is the man who will lick and bite and tease each patch of skin to prove his love can emanate beyond mere words. he is the man who will caress the small of your back in public but sink his teeth into the stretch marks across your hips in private. body worship to him is an every time you are together deal. it's a way of life for him.

until that fateful night. you find yourself perched in his lap on the couch, wade is gone, althea has bingo, and the apartment is yours. alone as a movie aimlessly drones on in the background. your kissing him and it's messy and logan can feel his body scream to pin you down against cushions he slept on mere hours ago.

the taste of you is heady on his tongue. a direct shot of adrenaline that kept made him long to pound into you until the legs on the shitty piece of furniture broke. until your screams were heard by the annoying neighbors next door. he's aching and desperate and you're not making his internal war any easier.

his claws are out long before you start grinding against his lap - your fingers tugging at his hair, mouth moving along his throat. he fights to reign them in. the terror of harming you clawing at his chest. but then you pull back. you reach for his hand with a sparkle in your eye, and press a kiss to the cold metal.

your tongue slides along the dull edge, hips shifting to sit directly on his already pulsing cock, and logan feels his sanity snap. the moment you suck on the tip with a soft mewl he cums loud. he's harsh when his hips jolt up into yours - his hand ripping free from your grip to plunge silver into leather. a way for him to steady his movements as he practically humps you.

it's a type of body worship he's never experienced before. admiration for what's made him so cruel - love for the one part of him he loathes. he goes to scold you. explain how fucking wrong that could have gone. but stops dead at the sight of your smile, eyes glazed and chest heaving.

he knows his face is red; crimson bleeding down onto the skin of his chest. he knows he's never blushed this hard before. and yet when you press a kiss to his cheek, softly murmuring how much you wanted to do that again, how he looked beautiful cumming in his jeans, he feels the weight on his chest begin to lift.

[spineless-lobster]

I think my favourite headcanon that I have is that zag loves I’m gonna claw out your eyes (and drown you to death) and mel loves hymn to zagreus, and sometimes they annoy each other by trying to sing their respective songs louder than the other

[littlewrensx]

starter for @ofmymanymuses from Olivia.

"Oh..." She thought everyone would be asleep by now. Pulling the oversized shirt down so it wasn't totally obvious she was just in her panties. "Um, sorry. I didn't realize anyone was up. I was just wanting some water." Blushing, she made her way to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Can't sleep?"

[epiphainie]

i used to be on the buck wouldn't have a specific kind of fear/anxiety over his significant other being in a dangerous line of work train (a la ali was with him) because all his loved ones are in the same line of work and he's seen the absolute worst happen to them already but i think one thing that would really get to buck about tommy in particular would be the fact that he's not there when that thing happens. because so much of buck's worries manifest as guilt over him not being able to save/protect the people he loves and that baseline fear of the 118 getting hurt will always be there but i think it's alleviated a little bit by the fact that buck is there to watch their backs anytime they clock in, so he's not entirely powerless when the next bad accident occurs. but with tommy he's entirely helpless and that is something new. the closest thing to compare is maddie but maddie's work is not (nominally, relatively) dangerous

[suniside-crossing]

Octavia's 2025 New Years Eve Party

The Celebration Suite, Pride Ring 9:00 PM

The large room has been transformed into the perfect venue for a New Year's Eve party. There are enough tables for everyone to sit at, circular in shape, covered in deep blue tablecloths and set with clear iridescent dinnerware also edged in gold.

The real magic — quite literally — is the ceiling. It's been transformed into a midnight sky, complete with twinkling stars. If one looks hard and long enough, they might just catch sight of a shooting star or two streaking across the faux sky.

Along with the sitting/dining area with the tables, there's several long banquet tables lining one wall, filled with various horderves for the partygoers to enjoy at their leisure. Anyone bringing food to the event (like @lcftcult ) can find a spot to put their dish(es), and Husk ( @travelers-of-the-multiverse ) has graciously provided drinks (both alcoholic and non) at one of the tables.

A stage is situated at the back of the room, raised enough above the rest of the room to let whatever musicians (including @siempreminta's Freya) may be performing there to get their sound out to everyone for them to enjoy.

Security is also set in place, courtesy of Vox ( @rradiio ) and Don ( @wrxthfulguard ). If any trouble breaks out, they will be on hand to handle it post-haste.

As for the hostess herself: she's there to make sure as many people feel welcomed as possible, dressed up in her own star-studded outfit just for the occasion. Everyone that comes into the suite is greeted with a formal little bow and a happy smile.

"Welcome to the party! Please, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the party. Fireworks will be set off precisely at midnight. Until then, feel free to eat, drink, and be merry!"

[dunmeshistash]

I wish kobolds and their culture were referenced more in the manga.... I find so little about it. Thank you for sharing the info and your musings!!

Thanks! Me too... I could never have Ryoko Kui's self control to keep the story focused lmao Kobold's live in another continent so it does make sense that there isn't much about them, also since Kabru said they don't seem to have much contact with other races, which makes sense since they're apparently kidnapped and sold as slaves.

[blackarrcw]

╰┈► 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙! 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖-𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚: 𝑇𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑛 (𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒), 𝐵𝐵𝐶 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝐻𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙, 𝑀𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛, 𝑒𝑡𝑐; 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝐴𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑠, 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒! 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑂𝐶 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦; 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖-𝑙𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒, 21 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑢𝑛/𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 — 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠! 𝑁𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎/𝑥𝑘𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑.

𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃: Jaidyn 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: Faramir; Prince of ithilien ( testing. )

[inkshadow]

continued for @gildedcagc from the source

"i don't know." it was just a doubt that surfaced every once in awhile. despite how much they've grown, their dynamic was still very much the same since they were younger: ciara with her fiery and ballsy personality and elliot following her five steps behind. sure, he's learned to hold his own around her since but that sort of stuff just doesn't go away. "gimme another kiss, that was nice."

[mothwingwritings]

I remember this post question on someone's blog and managed to save the post before I lost the blog, and want to share it with you. hoho!

"I don't know if you've watched JOJO, but there are characters in there, pillarmen, and the digestive acid secreted by their bodies has a psychoactive toxin and those people whose bodies have been invaded by pillarmen (Santana infiltrated a soldier in a lab) describe the sensations as "wonderful".

And I want to offer a strange thought slightly inspired by the Pillarmen to tie in with Jack.

Imagine that after sitting on pills and drugs for so many years, Jack's blood could become "toxic" in some way? Jack's secretions(saliva/blood(semen??) etc) could themselves become a drug to the reader. He kisses her, the reader gets saliva and drug enzymes, which relaxes her a lot and later gives her a euphoric state.

Either way yandere Jack has the reader hooked on his own drug and she is incapable of escape"

Anon the mere thought of what you are commenting is doing things to me I can't quite articulate but to suffice to say, I love it. Jack Hanma cover me in fluids, please, I promise I won't be weird about it. :)

(Sexy stuff below so 18+ please)

Just like... reader drugged out of their mind off of him, love sick eyes staring longingly up at him while his sweat and cum cover you, your tongue lulled out of your mouth waiting for the next hit. Your breathing is erratic, your body shaking with anticipation as you whine and squirm, pleading with your eyes to give you release.

He smirks down at you, gripping your chin in a tight pinch. "Want more, baby?" he coos in a deep voice, basking in your complete addiction of him.

You nod eagerly, or at least as much as his hold will allow. This makes him smile as he gathers saliva in his mouth, spitting it in a fat, warm trail on to your awaiting tongue.

"There you go," he says, wiping the remaining spittle from his lips with the back of his hand, "Just a taste before the next course. We can't overdo it now, not when there is so much more in store for the rest of the night."

[paradise-in-k4]

Oh look Renko, some authentic Gensokyo Christmas Carolers!

♪Have a holly jolly Christmas It's the best time of the year I don't know if there'll be snow But have a cup of cheer♪

♪Have a holly jolly Christmas And when you walk down the street Say hello to friends you know And everyone you meet♪

♪Have a holly jolly Christmas And in case you didn't hear Oh by golly ~ Have a holly jolly Christmas This year♪

“Carolers? If they’re here with a song written for Christmas, then that must mean… It really is Christmas Day, and they’re even more lively than the carolers back in Kyoto!”

She could be seen listening to the music of the carolers as they sang around the village. A song of an era long past… but since the Hifuu duo entered Gensokyo, she’s now living that past for herself with Merry and a parallel Marisa. Seems like she’s really enjoying it too.

“Merry Christmas to you too!”

[moonlight-prose]

since you kindly offered this brilliant piece I have a thot for you. giving logan nasty nasty head as he’s trying to eat dinner 🤭

note: i sat with this for several hours after we hung up and i could not get it out of my head. he's a munch. we know this. it's a fact (disney grow some balls and say it outloud). but my god is he a whore for some good head. give him sloppy toppy and he's wrapped around your finger; he's yours, ready to put a ring on it and drag you to the courthouse himself.

Dinner is a quiet affair in the Howlett household. It's mixed with soft conversation and intimate jokes. Comments about your days, hands held over the table as candle wax dripped over the yellowed cloth. It's warm - domestic.

But on nights when adrenaline ran a bit too high and wine began to drip heat down your spine, you found that you couldn't resist the pull of him.

He sat in his usual chair, legs spread and eyes tracking your movements as you left the kitchen. A bottle of wine in one hand, his whiskey in the other.

His grin is soft. A docile man who'd been tamed by the lover he never expected. And you can feel the heat begin to curl around your stomach. Tugging on the nerves that thrummed beneath your skin. He'd never realize how far gone you were for him; how every move and choice depended on whether or not he'd smile your way.

"Smells good sweetheart." His voice is low, the grit of husk behind each lilted drawl.

You could feel warmth flicker to life beneath the supple skin of your cheeks as his gaze continued to track how you sat in your chair. Eyes dragging down the figure clad a t-shirt that had seen better days and jeans with a gaping hole in the knee.

There was no denying you dressed for comfort. Logan still felt his cock stiffen at the sight of you in dark washed denim though.

The smile is pulled from the depths of your chest. "I couldn't decide what to make."

You know you sound flustered. You know your voice is higher than normal.

You know he caught it by the sharp glint of his teeth poking through an already crooked smile.

"I'll eat anythin' you make," he admits with a soft clack of his fork tapping his plate.

The double meaning isn't lost on you. In fact it shoots a hole right through your chest, floods your body with that syrupy thick heat that you feel drip down to the tips of your fingers. His nostrils flare - eyes glancing down to the table that covers your lap - before he's filling his mouth with food.

Honestly you can't even recall how it happened. The entire ordeal a hazy cloud of lust that had you slipping out of your seat, and dropping to your knees beneath the table. His eyes went wide as your hands pushed at his legs, forcing them to spread. And when he made no move to stop you, the rest clicked into place with ease.

Logan smells of his cigar he smoked after work. He smells of spice and the musk of sweat and leather from his jackets that hung in the hall closet.

He is everything you could possibly want in a husband. Everything you asked for checked off with a flourished hand and a welcomed smile.

"Baby what-" He chokes on his food when your hands undo his belt, the button of his jeans, and pull him free with a choked whine. "Oh fuck."

That. That's what you were looking for after a day filled with his absence. The stifled moan at the back of his throat when your tongue licked up his cock - whining when the taste of him burst across your taste buds. You couldn't deny yourself him when he let you suck on the head, spit trailing down your chin and into his lap.

His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, fingers tightening around his fork, and it isn't until you've got him halfway down your throat does he understand what you want.

The clink of metal scratching porcelain sends heat down your spine. He moans around a mouthful of food as your head bobs, mouth sucking him in deeper, further, until he hits the back of your throat and makes you gag.

"You're fuckin' filthy for me aren't ya," he mutters, thumb rubbing into your skin. "Makin' me eat while you get dinner of your own."

Your eyes roll back, pussy clenching down hard around nothing. Because fuck he's right. You'd stay on your knees until pain flared up. You'd keep him down your throat until you lost the ability to speak.

You'd suck him dry morning, noon, and night to hear the noises that slipped past his lips.

"'M gonna give you want ya want baby," he grunts.

His hips rock up off the chair, hand pushing your head down further until your nose was buried in the dark hair tinged with the musky scent of him. It's wet and messy and spit has formed into globs that roll down the expanse of your throat.

You're so far gone all you can do is give a choked moan, body trembling as your lungs screamed for air.

That's the fucked up part though. You'd die on his cock if it meant getting to please him.

He cums with a harsh snap of your name, chest heaving and plate long forgotten. Shudders roll down your spine, slick pooling between your thighs as he spurts down your throat. Spilling out the sides of your mouth.

"Eat your dinner sweetheart so I can have some fuckin' desert."

[keischreiber]

Thinking about how Reiner's decision-making as a leader is influenced by a need to a) fulfill a mission; and b) for the sake of someone else.

So when it comes to making decisions that are solely from himself he's lost and unsure of what to do, because his mind spirals back to how those decisions will affect the people around him.

You tell him that it's fine to be scared; but he needs to take the first step of truly deciding things for himself.

He understand you, but it doesn't make it easier.

"You can hold my hand until you feel it's safe enough to let go. And even if you do, I'll be behind you to push you up when you feel like you'll fall back."

That's what you promise him.

He is overwhelmed with emotion; never having felt this kind of support. It was different from they type of support he received. Different from his mother's who had expectations for him beyond himself, different from the military who had expectations for him to be the perfect warrior, different from Zeke who had expectations for him to remember that his failure was the reason everything happened in the first place, different from his friends whose expectations of him were slowly being rebuilt after the shared experiences of both loss and gain, different from the kids whose expectations were for him to be the role model that could be followed...

You didn't have any other expectations of him other than for him to be himself.

And that was what scared him. What if who he was, who he REALLY was, was something irredeemable... with damage too broken and shattered to be fixed. Once he puts down his mask of being a soldier... of being a warrior... of being the Armor... what the hell was he left with other than the child who he had chosen to cast away for the sake of what his mission needed?

"I... can you—"

He was struggling to say what he wanted. Not knowing where to start and fearing how it would end.

"I want you to stay by my side." He blurted it out. Selfishly. Greedily. As firm as he can be, letting his heart and every fiber of his being bleed out the last remnants of courage that he could muster.

His expression's filled with guilt and apprehension. What was he going to put you through? He knew it won't be easy being with him. But he wanted you there.

It was his first big decisions that he made solely for himself.

And that decision was to have you in his life.

[apollos-boyfriend]

TRICK OR TREAT:D

treat!!!

[sanguineserrations]

[walkingstackofbooks]

My vision for endgame Data/Julian which has consumed me ever since I watched Picard 😅

A few months after the Dominion war, the Enterprise docks at DS9 for a short while allowing Data to meet his long-time pen-friend, Julian, again. Julian's not doing well, but since he seems to enjoy Data's company, Data decides to take a couple more weeks of leave to spend some more time with his friend. However, Julian starts becoming more and more withdrawn and anxious, and after an incident one evening where he becomes agitated to the point of storming out, Data reaches out to Deanna to see if she can give him any insight into his friend's behaviour. She has some ideas, but also suggests that Data ask Keiko, and after talking with the O'Briens, Data believes he understands what's wrong. When he asks Julian if he's correct in thinking that his impending departure is what's upsetting the doctor, Julian's surprise at the question is enough that he answers truthfully - yes. To Data, the solution is obvious: if Julian is distressed by the idea of someone else leaving him, then Data will not leave. (Julian begs him not to make promises he cannot keep, and has a minor breakdown when he realises that Data is deadly serious.) After a lot of conversation, some favour-cashing, and the fortunate coincidence that one of Beverly's doctors was beginning to look for a promotion to CMO, Julian ends up transferred to the Enterprise: technically a demotion, but after so long having so much on his shoulders, it's actually a relief.

While on Enterprise, Data and Julian get closer and closer. Their relationship brings some difficulties when it becomes public, though: some see the fact Julian's dating an android as proof that he's not really human; others wonder how Data's affection can be real, and feel that if he were as human as he wants to be, then he wouldn't be dating an augment. Julian's parents definitely berate him for wasting all the gifts they gave him by marrying an android - if only he'd talked to them before the wedding, they could have adbised him against it! - making him a zillion times more grateful Data talked him out of inviting them every time he started to feel guilty about it. But that's by the by. They're together, happily married, endgame Julian/Data achieved, right?

... Wrong. I hate Nemesis, but imagine Julian following Data down before he throws himself into space, knowing he could probably stop Data from doing this if he asks. Data saying, "I know I promised never to leave you," and Julian shaking his head and barely being able to choke out the words "It's okay," and then Data's gone. And Geordi's trying to reassure Julian (Geordi's trying to convince himself...) that Data will be alright, he's got the emergency tranport unit, and they get back to the bridge, and Picard transports in, and Data's still on the ship that's blowing up, and Deanna's asking what happened and Julian's sliding down against a wall, horarsely whispering "I let him go..."

20 years later... Picard season one. I haven't quite decided when I want Julian to appear, because the idea of Julian fighting for android rights is everything to me, but also I kind of like the premise of changing as little as possible in canon... (Maybe Julian had tried to be part of the movement for android rights, bu the media had really latched onto his augment status and used it as another reason to discredit the movement, and so he'd withdrawn from it, as it seemed his presence was doing more harm than good….) So the Picard crew all return to the Riker-Troi household after the final showdown and Deanna welcomes them in with a "Guess who we finally managed to get in contact with" and bring them into the lounge where Julian' anxiously waiting. And of course the initial introduction is awkward and Julian's talking a million words a minute until Will pokes him and then over the next few days he's trying to keep his distance so that Soji doesn't feel that she needs to let him into her life... And meanwhile Soji is still, you know, coping with ALL the feelings and trauma that the last - what, week? - have given her and so she has no idea what to do with this man, who was apparently her father's husband, especially as she has no clue how he feels about the whole suddenly-having-an-android-stepdaughter thing. But eventually they do manage to have a conversation (/are forced to talk it out) and they get on so well and Soji realises how much Julian genuinely wants to get to know her for her sake and while Julian's terrified at the prospect of having a daughter, he's also delighted (and Will and Deanna make them both stick around for a whole while, 1. because they do enjoy having them both around, 2. because Kestra adores Soji, and the two are pretty good for each other, and 3. because, while they have kept in contact with Julian over the years, they also know how long he's been on his own for, and they want to make sure he's got a solid base and people to lean on. As much as Julian wants to be a good father, Soji deserves more than one traumatised, lonely man doing a best that would quite possibly not be good enough...)

Picard season 3. Julian and Soji are visiting Geordi at the museum when the Picard crew come along, and are swept into the action... Julian learning that Data's alive - kind of... Julian tenderly kissing Data before they take down the partition, telling him he has to win so he can meet their daughter... The two of them barely having time to reunite before having to rush off to their respective duties in saving the ship... (I have VISIONS of Soji and Julian working desperately together to find a cure for the transporter virus, while Julian's augment physiology has done something weird to make it that he's turning, but very, very slowly. Julian making sure that Soji is armed, and making her promise to shoot him if he turns too quickly. Soji telling him he has to keep fighting it and refusing to think about what it might come to. Julian realising he's about to lose control and getting Soji to restrain him. Soji despairing that she won't be able to find a cure by herself - she's not a doctor doctor like he is - and Julian reassuring her that he believes in her, she just needs to do her best... but most importantly, if she doesn't find it, it's alright, it's not her fault, and he loves her. Resistance is futile. A phaser shot.) And afterwards, when Soji's found the cure and it's been distributed, Julian wakes up to find Data sitting next to him and Soji hovering nearby. He tries to scramble up and leave to help the rest of the crew, but Soji informs him that just as he took longer to turn, he took longer to get better, and he's the last one to wake up from it. And then she makes to leave, to give the two of them some time alone, and Julian tells her that's nonsense, she needs to meet Data, and Soji says that it's fine, they've been talking while he was asleep, and Julian replies that now he feels left out, so she definitely can't leave, come here, sit by me, I'm not letting either of you out of my sight.