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WE HAVE OFFICIALLY MOVED

as of Jan. 5th, 2025 this blog will be archived; all threads, headcanons, lore drabbles, and inbox shenanigans will continue on the new blog (same @).

like I touched upon in my PSA from last week, I have already followed everyone over there that I wish to continue writing with and who I genuinely believe want to write with me.

Please note: If you have not been followed by the new blog, but legitimately do want to write with me? Please reach out either on my IMs here (I'll still be signed into this blog for the next couple weeks in case), or on my Discord if you have it! We can discuss best path forward and go from there.

Thank you for reading, and to mutuals on the new new? I'll see you over at the Krusty Krab 2!

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

decemannos-m

WE HAVE OFFICIALLY MOVED

as of Jan. 5th, 2025 this blog will be archived; all threads, headcanons, lore drabbles, and inbox shenanigans will continue on the new blog (same @).

like I touched upon in my PSA from last week, I have already followed everyone over there that I wish to continue writing with and who I genuinely believe want to write with me.

Please note: If you have not been followed by the new blog, but legitimately do want to write with me? Please reach out either on my IMs here (I'll still be signed into this blog for the next couple weeks in case), or on my Discord if you have it! We can discuss best path forward and go from there.

Thank you for reading, and to mutuals on the new new? I'll see you over at the Krusty Krab 2!

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

decemannos-m

WE HAVE OFFICIALLY MOVED

as of Jan. 5th, 2025 this blog will be archived; all threads, headcanons, lore drabbles, and inbox shenanigans will continue on the new blog (same @).

like I touched upon in my PSA from last week, I have already followed everyone over there that I wish to continue writing with and who I genuinely believe want to write with me.

Please note: If you have not been followed by the new blog, but legitimately do want to write with me? Please reach out either on my IMs here (I'll still be signed into this blog for the next couple weeks in case), or on my Discord if you have it! We can discuss best path forward and go from there.

Thank you for reading, and to mutuals on the new new? I'll see you over at the Krusty Krab 2!

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

decemannos-m

MONDAY (JANURARY 5TH) WE WILL BE OPENING THE KRUSTY KRAB 2

for all relevant details please consult the PSA from earlier in the week.

decemannos-m

TWO HOURS REMAIN.

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

decemannos-m

MONDAY (JANURARY 5TH) WE WILL BE OPENING THE KRUSTY KRAB 2

for all relevant details please consult the PSA from earlier in the week.

decemannos-m

less than 24 hours remain

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

shout out to my fishing G.O.A.T @timendeath for drawing my propaganda.

#when the director yells cut ( ooc )#timendeath #muse : jubilee #muse : magik

decemannos-m

MONDAY (JANURARY 5TH) WE WILL BE OPENING THE KRUSTY KRAB 2

for all relevant details please consult the PSA from earlier in the week.

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

MONDAY (JANURARY 5TH) WE WILL BE OPENING THE KRUSTY KRAB 2

for all relevant details please consult the PSA from earlier in the week.

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )

opa1ites

𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁. like something inside her has finally clicked into place. a dream. of course it is. hell doesn’t usually make her feel like this. reality doesn’t stack coincidences this neatly, doesn’t keep shoving them together under mistletoe and missteps and teleportation errors like some cruel romantic farce. and lucifer — rambling, flushed, trying to logic his way into temptation — feels less like the king of hell and more like a figment stitched together from irritation, and something she absolutely does not unpack. her shoulders ease a fraction. just a fraction. ❝ …yeah, ❞ she says quietly, more to herself than him. ❝ that tracks. ❞

dreams are where discipline loosens. where the rules go quiet. where an exorcist doesn’t have to be perfect because nothing carries forward. no reports. no adam. no heaven watching over her shoulder. she exhales slowly, then steps closer again, unhurried this time. ❝ if this is a dream, ❞ lute says, voice low and even, ❝ then it’s not about morality waking us up. it’s about the mind exhausting itself. ❞ she reaches down, grips the front of his coat — not rough, but not gentle. ❝ fucked up dreams like this end when the tension breaks, ❞ she continues. ❝ when the question finally gets answered. ❞ her gaze flicks to his lips. back to his eyes. ❝ and apparently, ❞ she adds flatly, ❝ my brain decided you were the question. ❞

she leans in just enough for her forehead to brush his, breath mingling, restraint beginning to tempt fate. ❝ fine, ❞ lute murmurs. ❝ we treat it like a dream. ❞ a beat. ❝ but don’t confuse that with me losing control. ❞ she releases his coat and straightens slightly, still close, still very much in his space. ❝ this ends when i decide it does, ❞ and for the first time since this began — she looks almost calm.

decemannos-m

Wait, holy shit that worked?!

Lucifer finds himself both relieved and bewildered that someone of Lute's status and position was able to at least see the framework of his outlandish deductions... even if she had come to a slightly different means in which to test their jointly composed hypothesis.

Heart increases in its beats-per-minute, unsure if excited or afraid of the woman returning to invade his space... her breath introducing itself to his, a forehead against another, Lute's voice but a whisper... as if a plethora of walls were slowly crumbling away to reveal her true desires.

The Big Boss still moves like he had an auto-pilot setting toggled, operating on instinct... such an intimate scenario, dream or not, was something he hadn't experienced ever since the disappearance of Lilith, ❝ O-of course! Wouldn't have it any other way...❞ the laugh still proves sheepish, his gaze meeting hers once more... waiting in a joint partnership of both fear and anticipation of what she had in store.

It would prove fortuitous that Lucifer would not have to be kept in suspense for long, as the sudden familiarity of a weight pressing down on his legs would soon come... his lap straddled once again, only this time with slightly less resistance from both parties involved in the exchange, ❝ You'll have to uh... pardon the ol' gears downstairs... ❞ whimsy attempts to make an appearance in his speech, ❝ ...it's been... gosh! Like, twenty years...? I kinda lost track of time after awhile. ❞ a chuckle, reflecting on how despite his ex-wife only being gone for seven years time? The dry spell in their once marriage had persisted for far longer than that.

Yet, despite that humble admission to ring rust? There were some basic instincts that still poked their head in this moment... as mildly sweaty palms rest themselves over the small of the exorcist's back for additional support.

#opa1ites #muse : lucifer #the plot twist is gonna hit so hard and I can't wait LOL *evil laugh*

decemannos-m

decemannos in the big 2026

As we get ready to kick off 2026, I figure that it as good a time as ever to post a road map of what we all can come to expect from good ol' Destined.

Firstly, I wanna start off by listing my two big goals for writing this year:

I want to revive the Helltaker RPC (working on it with the ever amazing Oreo <3)

I want to do more threads/explore more interactions involving non-sexual nudity some of my muses take part in.

Secondly and finally, I want to talk about big news:

Due to a lot of inactive blogs, unresponded threads, and my tags on this blog being royally destroyed by classic Tumblr defects?

I will be moving to a whole new blog but same handle, carrd, most of the same roster, same assets, same headcanons, etc.

I am committed to this blog (that is to say the @ and the roster), and will continue to dedicate my creative energy into it, but I also want to curate my space to be filled with people I actually write with... you know?

The blog is already made (different @ for the time being but will change to decemannos once I take care of all the admin), and I think I have followed most everyone I want to take with me on the journey over; if you think I may have missed you, please feel free to reach out to me privately and we can talk.

As part of the new blog, I will no longer be following people first to avoid some of the reasons from happening again.

The transfer won't happen for a couple weeks, so threads, inbox memes, and the like will all continue here in the meantime as usual; with mutuals on the reset blog carrying over all these things.

If you reached this portion of the post? I appreciate you taking the time to read, and if you have any questions or concerns you are more than welcome to message me.

Until then?

Tomorrow comes

-Destined

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )#I'm starting to move over headcanon and open starter posts #Looking to officially move sometime in the next week

*gestures to new Fortnite muses*

the things I do for my friends

#when the director yells cut ( ooc )#delete later maybe?

YOU. hi destined ur such a cool and awesome guy >:) your super fun to be around and i LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

NULL MY BELOVED YOU ARE SO PRECIOUS AND FUN AND AMAZING AND I LOVE GAMING WITH YOU! THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND!

I hope you have the most fantastical of New Year's and I cannot WAIT to get into more shenanigans with you in 2026

*smooches your forehead*

@timendeath

#close encounters of the destined kind ( inbox )#timendeath #when the director yells cut ( ooc )

decemannos-m

decemannos in the big 2026

As we get ready to kick off 2026, I figure that it as good a time as ever to post a road map of what we all can come to expect from good ol' Destined.

Firstly, I wanna start off by listing my two big goals for writing this year:

I want to revive the Helltaker RPC (working on it with the ever amazing Oreo <3)

I want to do more threads/explore more interactions involving non-sexual nudity some of my muses take part in.

Secondly and finally, I want to talk about big news:

Due to a lot of inactive blogs, unresponded threads, and my tags on this blog being royally destroyed by classic Tumblr defects?

I will be moving to a whole new blog but same handle, carrd, most of the same roster, same assets, same headcanons, etc.

I am committed to this blog (that is to say the @ and the roster), and will continue to dedicate my creative energy into it, but I also want to curate my space to be filled with people I actually write with... you know?

The blog is already made (different @ for the time being but will change to decemannos once I take care of all the admin), and I think I have followed most everyone I want to take with me on the journey over; if you think I may have missed you, please feel free to reach out to me privately and we can talk.

As part of the new blog, I will no longer be following people first to avoid some of the reasons from happening again.

The transfer won't happen for a couple weeks, so threads, inbox memes, and the like will all continue here in the meantime as usual; with mutuals on the reset blog carrying over all these things.

If you reached this portion of the post? I appreciate you taking the time to read, and if you have any questions or concerns you are more than welcome to message me.

Until then?

Tomorrow comes

-Destined

#cruising on a high horse ( psa )#I'm starting to move over headcanon and open starter posts #Looking to officially move sometime in the next week

opa1ites

𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒’𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈. one blink she’s bracing for impact, reflexes screaming, wings flaring as she lunges to catch him — the next there’s heat. light. displacement. and then — plush. soft cushions beneath her knees. unfamiliar velvet under her palms. the scent of brimstone and polished wood and something faintly sweet flooding her senses all at once. she inhales sharply. lucifer’s manor. that realization barely has time to settle before she becomes acutely, mortifyingly aware of everything else. him beneath her. solid. warm. frozen just as completely as she is. her legs straddling his hips by sheer accident, pressing far closer than doctrine ever allowed. and worst of all — their lips. again.

she jerks back with a sharp gasp, one hand slamming into the sofa beside his head to steady herself as the other braces against his chest, shoving herself upright immediately. ❝ absolutely not, ❞ she breathes, voice low and shaken despite herself. her eyes are wide now, blazing, scanning him like she’s confirming he’s real and this isn't some fucked up dream. ❝ this — this is not happening. ❞ she scrambles off him in one swift motion, boots hitting the floor as she puts space between them like it’s oxygen. her wings snap tight again, jaw clenched, cheeks burning gold, hotter than hellfire itself.

❝ you — ❞ she stops, cuts herself off, fingers curling into fists at her sides as she forces composure back into place piece by piece. angels do not fluster. angels do not end up kissing the devil twice in under a minute. and yet. her gaze flicks back to him despite her better judgment — sprawled, stunned — and something in her expression flickers. not softness. never that. bewilderment. ❝ …next time, ❞ she says sharply, straightening to her full height, ❝ you will stay down. ❞

decemannos-m

To be perfectly honest? Even with all of his PURE ANGELIC POWER! ? He still couldn't perceive what about this whole agonizing ordeal was in reality... was it the real life? Was it just fantasy?

The kisses felt real, if the fierceness of black lipstick smeared on both his and her faces were anything to go by...

...and the weight of her body sitting atop his groin area was absolutely real in the sensations it caused; the blood rushing south to Georgia was more than a clear enough indicator of that.

Did he wake up this morning? He doesn't remember having coffee, a routine occurrence for him; nor does he recall even getting himself dressed... so maybe this really was all just a really really REALLY lucid dream? That certainly would prove fucked up, but then again... this was Hell, who's to say dreams couldn't be fucked up down here too?

Yeah! Let's chalk this up to a dream, right? I mean... afterall, The Morningstar was divorced married! So there was positively zero way that he could be ACTUALLY engaged in this stuff with another woman, right?

Which meant, at a certain point his brain would fully perceive this as the mind wander that it was and his moral compass would kick in before crossing over the threshold of zero return!

❝ But... what if... this DOES happen?! ❞ not really the greatest start in pitching your theory there Luci Boi, and the volume of flush in your cheeks isn't really helping either,

❝ Think about it! I-if it's a dream, then naturally our moral compasses would kick in eventually and wake us up, right? ❞ slightly better middle act... but can you bring it home, Big Boss?

❝ So, if we keep going, eventually we'll wake up and then it'll be like nothing ever happened... right? ❞ if any other person on the planet, living or dead, were to pitch such an asinine idea? They would have been laughed at and dismissed... or in Lute's case? She would have probably gutted him like a duck; when it was Lucifer pitching it?

Well it's just stupid enough to where it might just work...

#opa1ites #muse : lucifer #THIS IS THE GREATEST PLANNNNNNNNNN!

stabbyresources

Send me 🫦 to have a New year's kiss at midnight.

Could be romantic, playfull anything you want.

If you can't see he icon send "New year's kiss" instead

#let's get down to business ! ( memes )#specify which muse!

Sometimes, good things fall apart...

...at least, that's the saying goes... right? Mal hadn't freshened herself up on ancient wisdom and sayings in like... ever.

Not like it would have done her any sorta good: twenty-two and already divorced? I guess, deep down? There really was no such thing as a fairy tale ending for the daughter of Hades & Maleficent.

At least, she still had a roof over her head: a quaint one bedroom apartment owned by her B.F.F, Evie, who also was fresh off a cinematic break-up of fantastical proportions.

Speaking of... The Evil Queen's daughter had just entered the room, ❝ How'd the meeting go? ❞ is the inquiry casted by Mal: who could be found currently laid out across the plush cushions of the sofa... her bare figure absorbing the rays of the sun whilst she flips aimlessly through job boards via her mobile phone.

closed starter for @opa1ites starring Mal.

#opa1ites #muse : mal #monitus : nudity

opa1ites

𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. for a heartbeat — a fragile, treasonous heartbeat — she forgets the weight of hell, the laws etched into the bones of creation, the unseen hands that have always hovered just close enough to remind her what endings are allowed. all that exists is justice’s hands framing her face, familiar and reverent, and the warmth of a kiss she has replayed in quieter moments more times than she would ever confess.

when their lips meet, it’s unhurried. centuries fold in on themselves, contradictions resolving into something painfully simple. lucifer’s breath ghosts against justice’s mouth, wine-sweet and real, as if daring the universe to intervene. it doesn’t. not yet. her hands rise instinctively, fingers curling into the leather of justice’s gloves, grounding herself in the proof of her existence. the kiss deepens only slightly — enough to promise, not enough to cross a line she knows too well. when lucifer finally rests her forehead against justice’s, her eyes remain closed.

❝ you say things like that far too easily. ❞ her voice is low, almost unsteady, stripped of command and crowned instead with fear she rarely allows to surface. ❝ and one day, hell might believe you. ❞ she exhales, slow and trembling, thumbs brushing gently along justice’s jaw as if memorizing her again. ❝ don’t wager your life for me again. ❞ a softer murmur, aching with sincerity. ❝ i’ve already taken enough from you. ❞ and yet — she doesn’t let go. their bodies sway together as the music carries on, lucifer resting her brow against justice’s once more, allowing herself this stolen eternity measured in breaths instead of eras. ❝ if armageddon ever comes… ❞ a faint, almost-smile curves her lips. ❝ then i suppose i’ll be grateful you chose to spend the quiet before it with me. ❞

decemannos-m

The warmth of the other is nothing short of enthralling, the former High Prosecutor willingly allowing her very essence to become ensnared by its refined intensity... the music shifting in the process, the song changing; the sway of their bodies persisting all the same, ❝ What good is a High Prosecutor if she's not loyal to her Queen? ❞ words prove themselves to be that of a whisper; lips brushing tenderly across the lobe of the C.E.O's ear.

You're mine...

Whilst palms cascade down Lucifer's figure once more? Justice selfishly steals herself another kiss on the lips... but not before she leaves a trail of momentary pecks along the line of the other's jaw.

Your lips belong to me...

Hands come to a halt across the small of the Queen's back... allowing Justice to find even deeper purchase on her majesty's lips; permitting the exchange to last for several seconds more. A demonic tail coils around the C.E.O's wrist... moving the other's hand until it came to hover over where The Awesome Demon's heart would sit.

...for eternity.

❝ I've missed you... Lucifer. ❞ the fullness of the name drop showcases the genuine nature of her words... for all the adventures up with the humans? Nothing compared to these moments she could steal from the universe.

Demons hate each other...

...but there's always one exception to any rule.

#opa1ites #muse : justice #heaven is cruel for keeping them from saying those three simple words T.T

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