#{ main verse }

[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.

#hope this works! lmk if I should change anything #&(king arthur) #fish (monet) #main verse #closed starter #multipleoccupancy

[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."

#t: Homecoming #starsburned #Main verse #ic #I Hate Everything About You || Dazai

[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

#dr foster #main verse #omgggggg

[blackwatchxbandit]

@biolightflower Injured [continued]

The robot he had saved and protected many times came over tend to his cybernetic repairs, his arm only attached by some wiring attached to the nerves and artificial arteries. Echo instructed him to lay down and pulled out the extension of the table for the artificial arm to be placed on as she meticulously began securing the prosthetic back into place with local anesthetic to numb the pain.

Cole turned his gaze to Niran and gave him a half smile. He looked a little tired and pale from the blood loss, but other than that seemed unfazed by the surgical procedure. "I'm just peachy. Nearly losing an arm is better than losing a team mate. Lemme tell ya, Pharah's rocket suit is real fucking heavy."

#biolightflower #main verse

[dangert1ts-archived]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

hey check out this super cool art @therainbowinhell just drew of my Lute undercover in Hell :D

#ooc #main verse #art for me #FUCK this is just so cool oh my god thank you so much!!!!!!!!

[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;

#OCs #rockybloo #Hamara #Hamara Von Abel #Sweetheart #fanart #picture post #art #Main Verse

[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."

#baiika #muse: the penitent #main verse #dash commentary

[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."

#dirgeforthedead #main verse #temp tags #It's a cold day in hell when his love is made fun of at HIS table

[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."

#main verse #Obey Me! #Obey Me! Shall We Date? #Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All #om! shall we date #obey me shall we date #obey me #omswd #Obey Me! fanfiction #Obey Me! fanfic #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me! swd #Obey Me! Satan #Obey Me! Asmodeus

[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

#musings #v; flesheater #main verse #headcanons #about muse #ooc #muse igs

[flameandindifference]

"Unpack it?"

He's 10, he has no idea what that means.

#dancingdevildemon #main verse

[webslingerx]

Closed starter for @death-in-shift

“This the place?” The spider rappels down softly from the ceiling of the building looking around intently. Looking for anything that might be from Li’s henchmen. He was told there was a demon living here… somewhere. The place was clean, very tidy even organized, definitely not the normal thug-wannabe’s living space. Usually they were all dirty or disorganized to high hell but this one? Had a nice clean space. This meant it was either a boss or not a demon at all. Of course normal humans can have messy homes; his own home was but in this line of “spider” work, the thugs didn’t value clean spaces.

As he rappels a little further down, his senses go off softly. Not like he was in danger, but just telling him someone is near. Still upside down, he turns around face to face with his… demon member? Instead of attacking, he asks a mere question.

“So.. how long have you been standing there..?”

#death in shift #I hope this is okay!! #main verse

[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?"

#t: First Mission #lunargifted #Main verse #ic

[blackwatchxbandit]

Here, lean on me. I'll support you.

(@biolightflower)

He was snatched up and brought right to Lifeweaver Stumbling on the release but the other was right there to grab him. "My hero~" He smiled warmly. "Just a sprained ankle, I know you can fix it in a jiffy so I can get back out there in the fight."

#biolightflower #main verse

[dangert1ts-archived]

@therainbowinhell | closed starter

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Lute kept a wary gaze on the demons around her as she walked down the street, the disdain in her eyes hidden behind a pair of dark glasses. The Exorcist- though, of course, she didn't look much like one right now with her wings hidden beneath her dark clothing- had her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket, only the feeling of the dagger she had hooked into her belt underneath keeping her from being too high-strung while she was down here.

Her pace slowed for a moment as she passed a newspaper stand, the disguised angel reaching out to quickly snatch one of the bundles of paper before speeding up again as she started to glance over it, only keeping a cursory eye out around her now.

#ic #main verse #therainbowinhell #closed starter

[hanyo-inu-yasha]

@blossomingbellflower asked:

“What if I asked you to stay, would you?” What was she saying? Kikyou swallowed her irritation. “Forget I asked. It is best you return to the others.”

"Kikyo..." Inuyasha could not believe what he was hearing. This was at once alarming and frightful. It was exactly what he'd wanted to hear, only the words had come far too late... "Wait-!" he cries desperately, reaching out to take her hand. Although her touch is cold now, her worn and delicate fingers are still the same; at once terribly fragile, and incredibly powerful. His heart thrums madly in his chest, aching as it begs for what he knows he can no longer have. "How can I forget such a thing...?" he asks with solemn severity. "Or you, for that matter..." He looks deep into her eyes, begging to be heard, beseeching her to look into his heart, as she once did. "It's impossible..."

#ic #main verse #blossomingbellflower #screaming crying throwing up