✧*.⋆ MUNDAY QUESTIONS:
- What made you choose this muse?
- What do you think about muses on Sideblogs?
- Do you have any pets?
- What is your favorite music?
- What do you think about your writting?
- If you face your muse, what would you tell them?
- Do you accept any kind of anons?
- What do you think about people that hates you?
- ( if the mun have a fc ): Why you choose this fc for your use?
- What connect you with your actual muse?
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Good Morning Sunshine
Immediately Harrison drops his fork into the pile of whipped cream and reaches out to put a steadying hand on Syx’s silky back. He knows the fear that comes with loving a working hero.
“It’s okay,” Harrison said reassuringly. “Most of the anons are just sadistic pranks and none of those injuries were life threatening.” He doesn’t say anything about Waynes invulnerability being offline for months after Rapunzel’s death or Lady Safeword. Those are Wayne’s stories to tell if he wants. He looks to Wayne hoping his next words will also reassure their guest.
Easy, easy. Not everyone here has dealt with as many of Anon curses as I have. And that includes the heroes. [Wayne is curious about this ‘Anna’s curse’, but now might not be the time to ask about it. Plus Harrison might already know, so he could get his answers without upsetting the other blue man.]
[It’s about then that Wayne realizes he cares. He still might not trust Syx to the same degree that he does his own Megamind, but he trusts him enough not to completely close off reassuring information.] Magic Anon spells are always short term and do not kill or seriously maim. Like Harrison said, they are pranks. And… and to be perfectly honest, all of my most dangerous injuries are because of how my invulnerability works. The claw marks, the puncture mark though my side, the jagged strip on my ribs, the scars on my fist, none of that had to do with magic at all. So, unless your Metro Man has a similar flaw in his invulnerability, he should be fine. Safe.
Frowning lightly, Syx leaned into Harrison’s touch as he listened to their explanation, “Pranks? There’s some sort of twisted god out there fucking with people?” he was too distressed to bother controlling his tongue, the curse slipping out, “What do you mean… flaw? Wayne doesn’t have a weakness, not that I’ve ever found. There are things I’ve found that can temporarily slow him down or disorient him… I’ve made him bald a few time,” he snickered despite himself at the memory, “His hair is far less invulnerable than the rest of him.”
“I’ve never even left a scar of him,” his nemesis had left many of Syx over the years, even if the large man had always regretted it. Just part of the constant imbalance of their relationship. No matter what they were to each other, they were always out of balance, “Wayne is… a flawless diamond… I once thought if I threw myself against him long enough I could… leave a mark? Do something… but I can’t… and I don’t think I ever will,” he found himself admitting softly as he looked away from the others.
Good Morning Sunshine
Ah the scars, the blue man should have known his mate was talking about his scars. Harrison doesn’t like what they represent, the moments of fear, pain, weakness, and vulnerability. But his mate wears them well.
Syx’s anger is also a surprise. He wouldn’t have thought the other blue man would respond like that, as though Wayne’s scars are some kind of personal affront. Harrison idelly wonders if this Megamind feels protective of ‘his’ nemesis or if it could be something more…. But again he says nothing. He wants to see how this will play out.
[The surprise is expected, as is the ‘what’ and the ‘how’, and even
the anger, but he wasn’t expecting it to be a vengeful anger. No, Wayne
had figured, at worst, it would be a jealous anger.][He glances
back to gauge Syx’s rage. Shrugging, he stirs the cocoa into the small
amount of coffee in one cup and pours the rest into a second cup. With
both he and Harrison keeping calm about the situation, it will force Syx
to calm down as well.] Most of my scars are because of those pesky
Magic Anons taking my powers for a short time and causing me to fall
through a roof. I rather literally asked for the claw marks. As for the
rest…[Turning around to bring the two men their mugs, he
exposes more scars. Claw marks on his left arm, thin white scars on his
right arm, and few oddball ones around the edges of his chest.] Well,
life just happens in a city like this.
“Magic?” Syx made a distressed noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head. That could happen? “Oh, evil gods…”
His eyes slid out of focus, “But then Wayne… that could happen to him too…” Syx’s arms wrapped around himself, “That’s not allowed to happen. Not to mine. I couldn’t…” he wouldn’t be able to take it. Not his invulnerable hero, “It’s hard enough with Anna’s curse…” he murmured softly, closing in on himself.
Good Morning Sunshine
Harrison took a large forkful of what was almost entirely whipped cream, watching the both of them. He wanted to give them both space to feel each other out without pushing…. at least not now. And he is curious how exactly Wayne could make himself ‘stand out significantly’.
[After getting both the cocoa and the coffee started, Wayne turns around to find the whipped cream nearly gone. What he isn’t sure about, is whether or not they are going to be full from the stacks currently on their plates or if they are going to want more.]
[He lifts a brow at Syx. Here again, he would like to know what is going on inside that giant blue head. Clearly it had something to do with this other Metro Man, but none of that is what he would expect for a man thinking about a lover.
Harrison, on the other hand, is easier to read.][Even without their bond, it’s clear that his husband just wants to kick back and see how things unfold. Not using super speed, but still moving faster than the blink of an eye, Wayne unbuttons his shirt and hangs it on one of the cabinet doors, then resumes making the two drinks. To the two blue men, it would seem like he simply turned back around and his shirt just vanished. It exposes the myriad of flat white scars and the long raised pink claw marks across his back. He’s willing to bet money, a lot of money, that no other Glaupunk has scars like his. Wendalyn’s aren’t even similar, even if she has him beat in severity.]
Syx’s fork clattered to the table, “What the hell…” his eyes grew wide at the sight of those scars, his heart lurching unbidden, “What!? How in the evil gods is that even possible?”
He hadn’t even realized that he’d stood as his brain automatically tried to reject what he was seeing. Wayne was invulnerable. It was the one truth he’d always know. Counted on.
Anger followed soon after, teeth clenched. His heart didn’t care that this wasn’t his Wayne. How dare anyone lay hands on Metro Man? Hurt him?! It was unthinkable. Syx demanded, “Who?”
Headcanon Meme Time!
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
“Are you okay?”
“There are a lot of threads, I’m doing math with the plot.”
“So it’s a story-problem?”
💙 ( >_> they’ve never met <_< does it anyway )
Hel froze when she felt the blanket placed onto her shoulders. The sudden weight was comforting, but unexpected. She wasn’t sure what exactly was happening. She turned to look at the blue man. For as moment all she did was stare at him, then she nodded her head in his direction, clutching the blanket closer around her body. “Thank you.”
Syx gave a one-shouldered shrug as he stepped back. He wasn’t entirely sure himself what had moved him to the gesture, but… but he knew too well how much even a passing kindness could mean. How much a blanket could mean.
Half turning away, he told her the same that had been said to him ages ago, “Just pay it forward sometime.”
more out of context sentence starters.
of course feel free to change pronouns as necessary. and yes, these are actual things i have heard / said
- “Your 2 year old kid is tanner than me”
- “YEAH!! FUCK THE CORPORATION!! STICK IT TO THE MAN!! DONT LET YOURSELF BE TETHERED BY THE CHAINS OF CAPITALISM ANY MORE!!“
- “Are you rapping in French?!”
- “Don’t tell dad I just did that.”
- *gives you puppy eyes while holding a mango*
- “I hat him so much. LOOK, that’s how much I hate that character, I can’t even type right.”
- “ACCEPT MY AFFECTION YOU ASSHOLE”
- “I liked making jokes about being a corporate sell out.”
- “Generally people say ‘bless you’ when I sneeze but, sure, ‘ew’ works too”
- “You think this is a game, mom?”
- “Wow, you have surprisingly good hand writing”
- “It’s bad man… I have a pair of socks that remind me of him.”
- “I’m getting a headache and that’s not good”
- “If I hear the name Kardashian one more time I’m going to flip my shit”
- “Is the tea okay??”
- “Get in the bush”
- “[name], do NOT dance”
- (Sadly) “he’s a waffle”
- “I will never die. I AM DEATH”
- “[name]’s in a permanent mid-life crisis”
- “Oh god, it depresses me when people eat pizza with a fork and knife.”
- “I just quacked at them loudly"
- “No, you should take the last one”
- “Fuck you and your goldfish"
- "To tall people we short ones still look human so we are probably creepy fetuses crawling amongst them while they scream ‘’ANOTHER ESCAPED THE WOMB’ "
RP backup 