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Which of your muses gives the best titjobs?

Well, Menchi does have the best tits for it. Though she heavily favors the girls. But some futas have gotten that experience.

Then Kisala is the one that likes giving them and has the tits for it.

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Hi, I made a backup account

@shinzenbi-owlixx

Now I'm going to take my random oneshots and throw them into Google Drive--oh shit I forgot I have sideblogs, not important! They can always be remade!

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My mind is just a Professor Bakugou with his dumb little girlfriend Owlixx (dumb Owlixx). He'd have to try dumbing down an explanation for her and it's usually an hour before she finally gets it; to which she then forgets. Just complete opposites, but that's what they like about each other. Dumb little Owlixx listening to Bakugou talk about his day and what his lecture of the day was, not understanding a single word as she happily nods along. Bakugou doing her hobbies with her and listening to talk about her weird-ass dream she had, then trying to find a meaning for the giant robot worm and the 37 chickens flying jets.

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Eternal Night

The ring of a bell was all that was heard, as the graced archangel fluttered and began her rough descent from the heavens. It was only a few seconds, her sister and a lower angel raising their bows as she turned, arrows hitting her top left and bottom right wings. To only make it worse, before the lower angel could fall, he was slain by the enraged father-figure of the dear archangel. The sister fell to Earth, white wings painting black, while the father-figure fell further, skipping over the stage of fallen angel and heading straight to the demon stage.

Dear archangel plummeted, skin searing in the process. She didn’t know why she was falling, she didn’t see what happened. Though now, she stares up at the heavens she fell from, lost feathers glowing in a trail behind her. Risking harm to her face, she glanced to the Earth, the sight of angel-hungry demons on the battlefield all to be seen. Where she is now, between the heavens and Earth, lit by the setting sun and rising moon, she uses all the power she can muster. With hands clasped together, she spoke.

“Grand One, grace the fallen and slain, those that cannot grace themselves anymore. Protect dear Maximillian as he’s the last, as I feel Valiria in the Forest of Sins and Saemon in the Blood Lake. And do not assist me, Grand One, as this is my fate and I will live to it, whether ripped apart by the enemy or impaled by the spears they raise. I trust the next commander with all I am, as they’re sure to do the best they can. Thank you, Grand One.”

A pair of strong arms caught the now unconscious archangel before she hit the ground. Demons crowded around to see, before a deep growl forced them back. The royal and commanding demon held the tiny archangel, glancing at her injured wings and burnt skin. He didn’t think it possible, the two angels had actually gone through with it, and they took a third with them. And now, he held the commanding archangel of the angel’s army, all his. His prisoner.

An evil grin formed on his lips, “Look at this, look at this, Commander Owlixx out of the heavens. Or, should I be saying prisoner Owlixx?”

Laughing evilly, the demon king turned and headed back to his castle, carrying the dear archangel. A cell awaits her in the dungeon, one where she will have no escape. A prisoner, a pet, is all she is now. She lives for the demon king now, eventually tending his ash blonde hair and staring into his red eyes. And he’d tend her cascading blue hair and stare into her ice blue eyes. She will stay with him forever, and she’ll provide him with children to take his place one day. Their forbidden life will be beautiful, and the archangel wouldn’t fall as they wouldn’t marry. Yes, he could see it now.

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Chapter 2: Training Ground Fix-Up [Sent by God]

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Word Count: 1,295

{ “No! I don’t need your damn help, I can do it myself!” }

Tired voices filled the morning air, dawning light gently touching the training grounds where Yuuei’s army was told to meet. They complained, being woken from their sleep by an oddly-aggressive girl. If it wasn’t the aggressive knocking, it was the door being kicked down. And now they sit on the dewy dead grass, staring at the blue ball of energy before them. Just watching Owlixx made them tired, how could she be so energetic waking up so early?

“What’s wrong? Never been up this early before?” Owlixx said, stretching her arms with a bamboo staff she had over her shoulders.

“Why would we wake up this early? It’s pointless!” Someone in the back said.

“Come here and repeat that.”

“Fine.”

A man stood from the back of Brigade A and walked to where Owlixx stood. His hair was messy black and his eyes as brown as the dirt covering him. How could someone get so dirty after showering? Or did he not shower and took a mud bath instead. The man bent down to spit his words in Owlixx’s face.

“It’s pointless to wake up this early!”

With a crack from the bamboo staff, he was on the ground, the girl that attacked standing above him. Her bright eyes now held an icy glare, her cheerful smile turned a dangerous smirk. And her voice, her voice that graced the heavens now froze demons in their place.

“What’s your name?”

A chill went down the man’s spine, “K-Kokoro Yukimura.”

“How old are you, Kokoro?”

“T-twentyseven.”

“Since you kindly volunteered yourself, give me the army’s age range.” She smiled.

“The army, they’re, uh, they’re in their early twenties to their mid-forties.”

“Really?”

Kokoro only nodded in response. Sighing, Owlixx turned to face the army, “You have people in their forties, and yet none of you know how important it is to wake up early?”

“Well, we never had to go into battle, you see.” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I can tell! Listen, you may think it’s unimportant, but when you’re going to war, you’ll need to move before the enemy can. And before you start your comments, I have more war experience than this city combined.”

The green-haired leader of one half of Brigade A raised his hand, “How do you have so much experience? Oh, I’m Midoriya Izuku, by the way.”

“Great question, Midoriya. I’ve been in many wars, big ones, this one would be a pellet compared to the sun.”

“So...why are you here?”

“It’s my job to be here. That a problem?!”

“No no, not at all.”

“Good! Now, everyone up, we’re fixing your training ground up. A good training ground means better training.”

Grumbles and groans filled the air as the army stood. They began to get separated into groups, the two brigades being merged in them. Different parts they have to do; removing the training dummies, picking up sticks, removing rocks, raking the dead grass, and reviving the grass. Bakugou, Midoriya, and Brigade B’s leader were left with Owlixx, their job unknown.

“So, what is it we need to do?” Midoriya asked.

“I’d tell you, but it seems I left what we needed with a friend. I’ll have to call them.”

With a sharp canine tooth to her thumb, Owlixx wiped the blood from her now bleeding thumb on her palm. She touched her palm to the ground and with a sudden shockwave, Captain stood behind her with a large bag in mouth. It’s dropped with a thud before Captain flies away, waving a claw at Owlixx to say goodbye.

“Boys, we’re going to make new training equipment.”

They stared dumbfounded at the girl, who was opening the bag Captain dropped off. She pulled out various materials, fabrics and cotton, rope, whatever it was they would have needed. It’s as if she knew that the training grounds were a mess. Brigade B’s leader crouched down and took a rope in his hand, inspecting it.

“So, why’d you select us to be grouped with you, young lady?” He spoke.

“Monoma-”

“Not letting her answer is rude, isn’t it, Midoriya?”

Owlixx laughed, “Young lady? I’m far older than you’d expect!”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Growing old doesn’t exist, or at least it’s rumored down in Kami no Mura.”

“My my, someone from the village of god~.” Monoma cooed, “Are all the ladies down there as young looking as you?”

“Aah, Fumimiko is the only one that comes to mind. She’s nearly seventy and looks twenty!”

“Can you two shut the hell up so we can get this over with?!” Bakugou shouted.

“Rude.” grumbled Monoma.

The brigade leaders sat around the materials, watching how the small girl quickly made a brand new training dummy. Her speed was astonishing, quickly and carefully filling fabric and tying it off. By the time she had three, the leaders barely had one together.

“Ah...maybe I should teach you what to do.” Owlixx chuckled.

“No! I don’t need your damn help, I can do it myself!”

“Kacchan!”

“Shut it, Deku!”

“Calm down, boys, calm down. Look, I’ll do it slowly so it’s not helping, but if you want to watch you can and see how I do it.”

The three watched, though Bakugou secretly, as Owlixx slowly made a training dummy. They copied the specific way she folded the fabric over each other and how she added wooden rods as a way to keep it in place on the post. The careful amount of cotton selected to fill the parts, the folding over and rope tying. And yet, their three didn’t look as perfect as the one Owlixx had made. This sparked a fire in them, now competing to make the best training dummy. Soft giggles escaped the girl as she watched them.

The sun dipped close to the horizon, nearly touching it. The final groups were finishing their tasks as Owlixx set up the new training dummies. The once ruined training grounds were now nearly new, the grass being the only thing needing done. Bakugou and Midoriya stared at the work they did, proud though refusing to voice it. Monoma, on the other hand, was greatly thankful to Owlixx as the training grounds looked beautiful. A strange emotion filled the red-eyed man, quickly walking over to the blue-eyed, hands crackling in anger.

“You damn extra-!”

“Wo-o-oah Bakugou, why so angry?” Monoma grinned, “Think I’m taking your girl?”

“Girl-? What?! No!”

“Then why did you waste the energy to come over here to yell?”

“I don’t need a damn reason!”

“Of couurse!” Monoma looked at Owlixx, “See you at dinner~.”

Aggressively, Bakugou pushed Monoma away and tried to calm himself. Counting? Didn’t work. Picturing Midoriya in pain? Didn’t work. Angrily, he turned to face Owlixx.

“You’re having dinner with him?” He growled.

“No. I believe he said that to piss you off… Seems it worked.”

“If one leader has dinner with you, the rest do! Got it?!”

“Yes, you big strong man yelling in my face. Quiet down or I’ll beat you like Kokoro.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Owlixx grasped her bamboo staff, “I would.”

“Tch.”

“So why did you come over here?”

Bakugou ran a hand through his hair, tugging as he thought. He wasn’t sure why he did, he just moved. Something about Monoma speaking to Owlixx enraged him. Though he can’t just say that, she’d think he’s weak and pathetic. Soon, a reason was thought up.

“Only one smart blond gets to speak to you.”

“Is that right? What about Kaminari?”

“He’s an absolute moron, he’s fine.”

Owlixx just laughed in response, soft and sweet. A laugh that brought confusion to the army. Someone laughing so sweetly because of Bakugou? That’s impossible, they’ll have to dig into this and see the true reason.

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She Hates It - 1

Reed: Owlixx, why'd you unfollow that person?

Owlixx: They mentioned weed

Reed: Damn-

Owlixx: No matter what someone says, I will not like it or like seeing things about it.

Reed: Jeez, calm down, put- put the spider legs away, PUT THE LEGS AWAY- [Reed "dies" later that day]

[dj--owlixx]

Did I commission Owlixx from Sent by God? Maaybe.

At some point she needs seen because there's tooons of AU Owlixxs (I, personally, am the Mascot Owlixx and the others are all OC Owlixx)