Veggie's Multimuse

Side blog for reining-disaster containing the rest of my OCs. If I'm interested I'll follow you from there. All depictions of my OCs are gift art from friends, edits I spent painstaking hours on, from Heroes Forge, or art I drew, personally.

[veggie-tales]

Veggie Multimuse Account

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Jackson

Mark

Carter

Darius

Kiden

Lars

Mim

[veggie-multimuse]

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[veggie-tales]

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[veggie-multimuse]

"While I quite enjoy the permission to call you whatever I please, I must insist on your comfort. Are you a good girl or a good boy or something in between?"

He took the hand that moved up his arm and gently flipped it, kissing the palm, up to the wrist, and to the forearm, "I'd like to worship you in the way that you see yourself this evening, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your care."

Those words fell from his lips, breath hot on Tryck's arm. Despite the very obvious lisp, he was a smooth talker. A skill he'd likely developed on purpose to combat such a flaw in his voice.

"If you're done drinking, allow me to pay your tab. Not just the drinks I bought, but the ones you may have had before me? People don't fuck Orcs often, but they pay us to fight. I'm not short on coin." He chuckled.

[veggie-multimuse]

Kiden grinned a bit at her choice, nodding his head, "Good girl. Thank you for giving me what I need to get started worshipping you." He leaned in close, reaching back without looking at the barmaid as he dropped a bag of coin on her tray for his drinks. More than they cost, but he did not care. He was ready to get out of there.

"Wonderful." He tilted up her chin, "Then we're all set, my beauty." There was a light flush across his cheeks as he looked at Tryck, but it may have been from the alcohol. He cupped her face in his meaty hand and kissed her cheek, so very gently.

Once he stood, the orc stretched, body popping a bit before he reached out his hand for Tryck to take, "My dear, should I carry you over my shoulder? Some want that. It's the appeal of being the size I am." He winked. While he didn't like fetishists, a little play on him being the larger guy was to be expected. He was fucking seven feet tall.

[veggie-multimuse]

"I have a type. You fit the mold. You're a little bluer than usual, but the queerness is encouraged." He winked, turning to order one more drink for himself.

"I am a heavy weight when it comes to drinks. You can probably gather. Orc and all." He chuckled, "I also see you're not running away and you're not consistently referring to me being green or touching all over my ears or teeth, so... I very much encourage a night with you. I turn down fetishists." He explained, "Which means, you also fit the bill, there."

Kiden got his final mug, lifting it to his lips and taking a long drink, some of it dripping down his chin and neck before he pulled it back with a sigh, "So if you're wanting to come back with me, which terms should I use for you when I have you folded in half? I like to praise my partners."

The orc leaned forward, a low rumble in his chest akin to a purr. He had a smug smile on his face. He seemed to understand what he was saying and what he wanted.

[veggie-multimuse]

"While I quite enjoy the permission to call you whatever I please, I must insist on your comfort. Are you a good girl or a good boy or something in between?"

He took the hand that moved up his arm and gently flipped it, kissing the palm, up to the wrist, and to the forearm, "I'd like to worship you in the way that you see yourself this evening, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your care."

Those words fell from his lips, breath hot on Tryck's arm. Despite the very obvious lisp, he was a smooth talker. A skill he'd likely developed on purpose to combat such a flaw in his voice.

"If you're done drinking, allow me to pay your tab. Not just the drinks I bought, but the ones you may have had before me? People don't fuck Orcs often, but they pay us to fight. I'm not short on coin." He chuckled.

[veggie-multimuse]

"Oh... Shit..." He blinked, "You can talk to her." He smiled a little, looking at the interaction for a moment. He counted the seeds and determined the amount to be okay. He held off on the flirting for now.

The rat was small for her species. A runt possibly l, but extremely healthy. Not fat. Not skinny. She squeaked a few times in Tryck's direction before taking her seeds in her little paws and hopping back into Kiden's hands. Seems she just wanted food. She'd played them both.

Kiden snorted, placing her back in his pocket and rolling her eyes, "She's... Not much of a talker." He glanced at Tryck and looked them up and down with a smirk, "I suppose I'm not either, usually, but I'll make an exception for a blue gender-queer cutie."

Kiden finished off his large mug, setting it down more gracefully than one might expect a man of his stature, "So... How many more drinks until I can take you back to my room in the inn across the way?" He was forward. No point in beating around the bush. He liked Tryck. He wanted more.

[veggie-multimuse]

"I have a type. You fit the mould. You're a little bluer than usual, but the queerness is encouraged." He winked, turning to order one more drink for himself.

"I am a heavy weight when it comes to drinks. You can probably gather. Orc and all." He chuckled, "I also see you're not running away and you're not consistently referring to me being green or touching all over my ears or teeth, so... I very much encourage a night with you. I turn down fetishists." He explained, "Which means, you also fit the bill, there."

Kiden got his final mug, lifting it to his lips and taking a long drink, some of it dripping down his chin and neck before he pulled it back with a sigh, "So if you're wanting to come back with me, which terms should I use for you when I have you folded in half? I like to praise my partners."

The orc leaned forward, a low rumble in his chest akin to a purr. He had a smug smile on his face. He seemed to understand what he was saying and what he wanted.

[veggie-multimuse]

[This account is definitely shadow banned. I'm working on it now tho. Please like this if you're interested and lemme know which muse you like.]

[leneemusing]

HYPER SPECIFIC SMUT PROMPTS

note: some of these may include kinks and fetish dynamics which might be squicks for some (tw for power imbalances, dubious consent, breeding etc), proceed with caution and please feel free to cross out what you don't want to write when reblogging <3

ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

[ ARRANGED ] muses are in an arranged marriage and now have to consummate the union

[ EXES ] our muses broke up a few years ago, they run into each other at a party and end up having sex again

[ INFIDELITY ] our muses used to date but it didn't work out, they're now both in relationships but end up in an affair together. this prompt is for their first time entering the affair.

[ AFFAIR ] our muses have been having an affair and receiver tries to stop but ends up having sex again, claiming it's the last time.

[ POWER ] sender is receiver's boss and knows receiver has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing.

[ CRUSH ] receiver is sender's boss and knows sender has a crush on them. they decide to act on it late night during closing.

[ TEACH ] receiver is sexually inexperienced and approaches sender to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after they had a bad date.

[ TAUGHT ] sender is sexually inexperienced and approaches receiver to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after they had a bad date.

[ TUTOR ] muse A has been tutoring muse B in a subject they struggle with. after a long session which has both of them frustrated, they end up having sex on the table and ruin the books.

[ TUTORING ] continuing the above scenario, the tutor quizzes the pupil while stimulating them. every time the pupil gets a question wrong they are edged or punished in some way.

[ LEARN ] our muses are in college together, muse A is popular and socially adept but has bad experiences with keeping a romantic partner. muse B is shy and has a smaller friend group but the friendships are more emotionally deep than anything A has experienced. the two muses are in a study group together and strike up a conversation in which they come to a deal: muse B will help A become more academically cultured and emotionally sensitive enough to get the partners they want. in return muse A will help with muse B's social standing. they begin a sexual relationship under the guise of helping muse B come out of their shell but really muse A just has a crush on them all while B thinks they're being used.

[ FIGHT ] our muses are leaders on opposing sides of a war. they have known each other before the war and now their sexual tension is worsened while trying to negotiate a truce. while disagreeing on terms they have rough sex, each one trying to dominate the other.

[ BATTLE ] our muses are soldiers and on the eve of a battle they might not survive they have sex together

[ CAPTIVE ] receiver is sender's captive and has been trying to wear them down over time by connecting emotionally. they initiate sex in hopes it will buy them freedom. (up to you if it's genuine on both sides or only manipulation)

[ CAPTIVATED ] sender is receiver's captive and has been trying to wear them down over time by connecting emotionally. they initiate sex in hopes it will buy them freedom. (feel free to specific circumstances of captivity)

[ FRIENDS ] our muses have been best friends for a long time. lately one or both have had bad luck with dating and just want some comfort so they decide to have sex.

[ SPELL ] our muses must have sex for a magic ritual which requires multiple rounds from 3 am until sunrise.

[ HEIR ] muse A is the leader of the nation and has not been able to produce an heir (feel free to specify reason), muse B has been selected by their doctors and council to try and bare their children.

[veggie-multimuse]

"Tryck. Huh. I like that." He raised a brow, "I hope Tryck has a treat for me." His voice was deep, coming out with a rumble in his chest. His intentions were incredibly clear. He took another drink, humming lowly.

He smiled before looking down at his pocket, "Oh, yeah. Sort of. She's a rat, actually. Karina." He reached into his pocket and pulled her out of it, setting her on the table before taking out a small pack of seeds from his belt and handing it to Tryck, "Here. She's really sweet. You can feed her." He offered, "Just a few, though. She needs real food in an hour. Don't spoil her." He playfully chastised.

His hands when he touched her were so gentle. And this rat was fully grown and loyal, sitting, eyes bulging, tail swishing. He adored her, "She thinks you made a good impression~" he winked.

[veggie-multimuse]

"Oh... Shit..." He blinked, "You can talk to her." He smiled a little, looking at the interaction for a moment. He counted the seeds and determined the amount to be okay. He held off on the flirting for now.

The rat was small for her species. A runt possibly l, but extremely healthy. Not fat. Not skinny. She squeaked a few times in Tryck's direction before taking her seeds in her little paws and hopping back into Kiden's hands. Seems she just wanted food. She'd played them both.

Kiden snorted, placing her back in his pocket and rolling her eyes, "She's... Not much of a talker." He glanced at Tryck and looked them up and down with a smirk, "I suppose I'm not either, usually, but I'll make an exception for a blue gender-queer cutie."

Kiden finished off his large mug, setting it down more gracefully than one might expect a man of his stature, "So... How many more drinks until I can take you back to my room in the inn across the way?" He was forward. No point in beating around the bush. He liked Tryck. He wanted more.

[rpmemes-galore]

for those who’ve been hurt … sentence starters 

tw: victim-blaming / dismissing hurt.  change pronouns / wording as needed

“You deserved better.”

“You’ve lost a lot, haven’t you?”

“I mean, you hurt them a lot, too.”

“I won’t hurt you the way they did.”

“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being wary.”

“You never shouldn’t been treated that way.”

“They aren’t here. they can’t hurt you, again.”

“How long are you going to let this affect you?”

“I know you don’t trust me, yet, and that’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I want to earn your trust back. Please.”

“No, I’m not upset with you, why would you — oh.”

“You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

“Why can’t you just get over it? It happened so long ago.”

“You haven’t said a word since it happened. Are you okay?”

“You’re still healing. It’s only natural you don’t trust anyone, yet.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell someone what you were going through?”

“What happened to you was unfair… it’s okay to be angry about it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive them for what they did?”

“You’re a better person than they ever were, and this just proves it.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’ll always be here to listen.”

“You’re safe here. I know it’ll take you a while to believe it, but you are.”

“Just because they hurt you doesn’t mean everyone else is out to get you, too.”

“I know you’ve been hurt in the past, and I promise, I’ll never let that happen, again.”

“Cry. Scream. Break something if you need to. Just… you need to process this somehow.”

[veggie-multimuse]

Kiden choked a little, mid sip. A flush covered his cheeks for a moment, the red of his blood mixing with the green of his skin, making a lovely shade of brown for that brief flash that it was there.

He pulled back his cup and coughed a little. Usually people were pretty disgusted. He was honestly used to being rejected more than he was being successful, "Oh, shit. That worked." He laughed, leaning on his hand and smiling, "I'm Kiden. Don't know if it's what you were hoping, but I have... Other positive attributes, should you be interested. Do you have a name or am I flirting with someone mysterious?"

He turned to the barmaid as she passed by, politely ordering another drink for Tryck. As his head was turned, there was movement in his shirt pocket, a small pink nose poking out, sniffing the air. He didn't seem too bothered by the movement so whatever was there must belong.

[veggie-multimuse]

"Tryck. Huh. I like that." He raised a brow, "I hope Tryck has a treat for me." His voice was deep, coming out with a rumble in his chest. His intentions were incredibly clear. He took another drink, humming lowly.

He smiled before looking down at his pocket, "Oh, yeah. Sort of. She's a rat, actually. Karina." He reached into his pocket and pulled her out of it, setting her on the table before taking out a small pack of seeds from his belt and handing it to Tryck, "Here. She's really sweet. You can feed her." He offered, "Just a few, though. She needs real food in an hour. Don't spoil her." He playfully chastised.

His hands when he touched her were so gentle. And this rat was fully grown and loyal, sitting, eyes bulging, tail swishing. He adored her, "She thinks you made a good impression~" he winked.

[veggie-multimuse]

Closed starter for @writtenmisfits for Tryck

It was just getting dark as the Tavern began to fill with people. One of those people being Kiden. He took a seat and ordered a drink before turning in his chair to survey the scene. See, Kiden had been on a trip for a few days, now and had the itch to... Play. His goal was to find someone cute who looked as though they may also be there for something similar.

Kiden's golden eyes fell on a man. His skin a blue-ish hue and a very good looking face and body. He quirked a thick brow and ordered another drink before bringing his and this new one over to the blue boy's table.

The large man took a forward seat next to Tryck, sliding him the smaller drink he'd ordered for the man, "I hope I got your drink right. You look tough." He smirked, lifting his own cup and taking a long gulp, Adam's apple bobbing up and down slowly. He didn't seem afraid of rejection.

"Tell me to fuck off and I'll go. Otherwise, I'll stay." He winked.

[veggie-multimuse]

Kiden choked a little, mid sip. A flush covered his cheeks for a moment, the red of his blood mixing with the green of his skin, making a lovely shade of brown for that brief flash that it was there.

He pulled back his cup and coughed a little. Usually people were pretty disgusted. He was honestly used to being rejected more than he was being successful, "Oh, shit. That worked." He laughed, leaning on his hand and smiling, "I'm Kiden. Don't know if it's what you were hoping, but I have... Other positive attributes, should you be interested. Do you have a name or am I flirting with someone mysterious?"

He turned to the barmaid as she passed by, politely ordering another drink for Tryck. As his head was turned, there was movement in his shirt pocket, a small pink nose poking out, sniffing the air. He didn't seem too bothered by the movement so whatever was there must belong.

[memepocalypse]

Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

[veggie-multimuse]

Closed starter for @writtenmisfits for Tryck

It was just getting dark as the Tavern began to fill with people. One of those people being Kiden. He took a seat and ordered a drink before turning in his chair to survey the scene. See, Kiden had been on a trip for a few days, now and had the itch to... Play. His goal was to find someone cute who looked as though they may also be there for something similar.

Kiden's golden eyes fell on a man. His skin a blue-ish hue and a very good looking face and body. He quirked a thick brow and ordered another drink before bringing his and this new one over to the blue boy's table.

The large man took a forward seat next to Tryck, sliding him the smaller drink he'd ordered for the man, "I hope I got your drink right. You look tough." He smirked, lifting his own cup and taking a long gulp, Adam's apple bobbing up and down slowly. He didn't seem afraid of rejection.

"Tell me to fuck off and I'll go. Otherwise, I'll stay." He winked.

[veggie-multimuse]

Closed starter with @ourwrittenstories for Barabelle:

Kiden had fully known he was going to need people for this quest. When he grabbed it, it said there were applicants. He met the guy for the job, was told he'd be meeting people outside the treasure cave, and set off.

The large orc man wondered why this idiot didn't just go in and get the treasure, himself. And why he needed two strong people to get it, but he knew it was probably a monster situation. He was surprised this guy even trusted an orc to get the job done. People rarely trusted orcs. Half orcs maybe. But full orcs? Yeesh. He had a hard time getting work.

Seeing the young woman at the cave made the man take pause, "So... This is his mighty team? For his treasure? Two fucking people?" He asked with a quirked brow, accent posh, but with a heavy lisp coming from his mouth. His hands were in pockets as he approached her, trying to seem less intimidating, "Does this seem fucking shady to you, or...?"

[veggie-multimuse]

"Nifty." He repeated before he looked at the roach that walked around his stool. He gave a sympathetic glance to the little creature, "I feel a little bad for the little guys. But Nifty is sorta like all my barn cats I had. She has a job. I shouldn't get in her way. I'm sure it's good for the hotel."

He smiled softly, "Your room sounds fine. I'm still getting used to everyone here." He admitted, stepping over to a large portrait of a snake man in uniform. He hummed and tilted his head. He knew a memorial photo when he saw one and gestured to it, "Was he someone y'all loved? The portrait is untouched. Everything else here is a tad bit scuffed. But not this. Freshly polished." Observant. Even with one working eye.

@taleswritten

[taleswrittenmoving]

"Eh, don't feel too bad for 'em. They ain't really doin' much." Not that they're harming anything either but he recalls Charlie saying no one wants to stay in hotel where there are roaches visible and Nifty is all too willing to slaughter the little bastards.

"D'ya want to go now? I ain't got shit to do." Unless the other wants to get settled in, Angel doesn't really care either way. He follows the other to the portrait and falters for a moment, Angel's gaze drifts to the floor. That wound is still fresh.

"That's uh. An old friend of ours. Sir Pentious was his name and he was a huge asset in the recent fight between sinners and the angels that tried to slaughter us. He didn't make it. Sacrificed himself for us."

[veggie-multimuse]

Mark's heart broke a little as he looked over and saw how much this seemed to hurt Angel. He hesitated for a moment before gently taking his hand and giving it a soft squeeze, "Friends are special. Losing friends is hard. Gaining them with the idea that you might lose them isn't ever in your mind. All that to say... I'm sorry. He was clearly special to you." Mark's voice was soft, careful.

"Hey. Let's head to your room. Maybe you can give me a tour on the way." He suggested, attempting to lift his spirits, "Did you know-!" He smiled, "-I ain't never been in a hotel when I was alive! This is my first one! You think I'll get my own room?"

Just to add to the idea that he was attempting to make Angel smile, he tugged on his hand with a smile, "Come on! We can ask each other questions about ourselves. Likes. Dislikes. Like ahhhh... What's the word... Sleep over?"

@taleswritten

[rpmemes-galore]

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[veggie-multimuse]

Mark made a show of lifting his hands and making little wings around Angel, "I think you'd make a very pretty angel and not just by name. Such bright color schemes, that fluffy chest, surprisingly kind and curious eyes. Heaven not wanting you to boost their aesthetic is absolutely stupid decision." He smiled his little beak-like lips, ears in a relaxed posture.

"I feel pretty good here. You've calmed me down quite a bit. Though... The little one eyed gremlin running around murdering roaches is a bit unsettling. Does she... Just do that?" He wondered.

At the mention of showing the scenes, Mark nodded enthusiastically, "Oh! Yes please! I'm interested. If you don't mind, I'd like to see what it is you enjoy... Though you're a little out there with the sweet cheeks comment. I'm a bit lacking in the ass department." He joked and reached back to squeeze, "Yeah. It's the same in Hell. Confirmed. Flat ass." He stuck his tongue between his teeth and snorted.

@taleswritten

[taleswrittenmoving]

Lips curl into a grin, it's the first time anyone has ever said Angel would make a pretty angel. A porn star for an angel is not exactly something heaven would want so it's not something the spider demon is accustomed to hearing. Nor is he sure he even wants to go to heaven.

"Oh, y'mean Nifty?" Amusement shines in Angel Dust's eyes. He can see how she might scare the new guests, he'll have to talk to Charlie about that. "Don't worry, she's harmless. Mostly. She ain't gonna bother you. She might ask ya to watch her roach puppet shows but she ain't gonna hurt you."

"I wasn't talkin' about your ass, doll." Oh, Mark's rather cute. He almost wonders if he should be showing him this - would the guy get embarrassed when he sees how obscene the scenes can be? "As ya wish, I got plenty of films. We can view them in the living room or my room or yours or whatever you're most comfortable with, the entire hotel's seen me completely unashamed by now."

[veggie-multimuse]

"Nifty." He repeated before he looked at the roach that walked around his stool. He gave a sympathetic glance to the little creature, "I feel a little bad for the little guys. But Nifty is sorta like all my barn cats I had. She has a job. I shouldn't get in her way. I'm sure it's good for the hotel."

He smiled softly, "Your room sounds fine. I'm still getting used to everyone here." He admitted, stepping over to a large portrait of a snake man in uniform. He hummed and tilted his head. He knew a memorial photo when he saw one and gestured to it, "Was he someone y'all loved? The portrait is untouched. Everything else here is a tad bit scuffed. But not this. Freshly polished." Observant. Even with one working eye.

@taleswritten