What kind of games did they play?
Syx played mostly board games with his uncles. One taught him chess and he liked that quite a bit. He didn’t discover video games till he ran away from home. Then he and Minion stole a lot of arcade machines.
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Childhood Headcanons
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- What was the town/community they grew up in like?
- What kind of relationships did they have with family/family figures?
- Any childhood injuries?
- Favorite sweets?
- What kind of games did they play?
- What kind of education did they have? Favorite subjects?
- What kind of TV shows/books did they watch/read?
- What were bedtimes like?
- How did they spend their Sundays?
Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.
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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.
Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.
“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.
“Always,” Harrison replied emphatically. He’s always been a big fan of aftercare, both giving and receiving. It helps ground him after a scene and frankly leaves him less likely to freak out over whatever they had just done.
“I can never get enough cuddles,” he confessed. “I’m greedy like that.” And with that he grinned wide and playful. “Here, move,” he instructed, wiggling the pair of them around until Syx is sitting next to him instead of straddling him. Less sexy, but it makes it easier for Harrison to wrap his long blue arms around the other blue man and pull his head to his shoulder. Resting it there, he lets out a soft happy hum. Somehow this seems better to him, less sexual and more like when he cuddles on the couch with Wayne. Intimate not erotic.
This was good. Syx settled into Harrison’s side, looping his arm around the other man’s middle in return. Nuzzling into Harrison’s neck and pressing a kiss to it. Seeing the mark he made earlier, he kissed his lover’s neck again with a happy hum.
“Mine,” he claimed simply, a fact he was certain of despite all the other uncertainties in their relationship. Comfortable and relaxed like this.
Harrison let out a happy hum as Syx snuggled into his side. Perfect.
He’s not entirely sure how he feels about being claimed by Syx. It’s certainly not bad to be wanted, though usually he’s the one to do the claiming, not the object to be possessed. And he didn’t know how Wayne would feel about it.
“Then you’re mine too,” he decided, tightening his grip. “My sweet villain.”
“Yours,” the words fall off Syx’s lips without a thought. He craved more skin contact, fingers itching to pull away their layers of clothing just to press his hands against more blue skin. This was still good however, just being snuggled against Harrison.
To claim and be claimed, it sent a thrill through him. Content, he sighed, “I’m yours,” he felt no issues with the fact they were both already claimed, that the claims were in no way mutually exclusive, “and your mine.”
A Muse’s Confessions
😃- someone they’re friends with but would never admit it
😠- someone they secretly hate
😭- last time and thing they cried about
😘- someone they wouldn’t mind kissing
😯- someone they don’t like talking to
😲- something/someone they’re scared of
😓- their biggest phobia
😵- something that confuses them
😶- something that bothers them
😳- someone they actually admire/look up to
👻- what memory haunts them the most
😆- someone they love being around
😊- their best memory
😐- the most embarrassing thing they’ve ever done
😤- someone they want to fight
😍- someone they love
I just finished a YA novel and the real twist of this one is that there’s not a conventional love story. Instead, there’s some real potential for some kind of poly relationship and I’m so down for that possibility. Because let me tell you this novel was headed the way of traditional hetero YA novels and it did not end that way.
nileserpent said: what book was this?
It’s called Mechanica by Betsy Cornwell. It’s a retelling of Cinderella, but also kind of Steampunk-ish. It’s good.
(( oh man that sounds fun! I’ll have to check it out. ))
💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)
With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.
Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.
Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.
“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.
Syx Face Claim
(( Finally decided on the gorgeous Anthony Mackie as my face claim for Syx when he’s using his holowatch. Only the afro is a bit bigger and the goatee more like the one Syx normally sports. But otherwise perfect and I love him. ;-* so I’ll prolly post more pics. sorry not sorry. ))
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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.
Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.
“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.
“Always,” Harrison replied emphatically. He’s always been a big fan of aftercare, both giving and receiving. It helps ground him after a scene and frankly leaves him less likely to freak out over whatever they had just done.
“I can never get enough cuddles,” he confessed. “I’m greedy like that.” And with that he grinned wide and playful. “Here, move,” he instructed, wiggling the pair of them around until Syx is sitting next to him instead of straddling him. Less sexy, but it makes it easier for Harrison to wrap his long blue arms around the other blue man and pull his head to his shoulder. Resting it there, he lets out a soft happy hum. Somehow this seems better to him, less sexual and more like when he cuddles on the couch with Wayne. Intimate not erotic.
This was good. Syx settled into Harrison’s side, looping his arm around the other man’s middle in return. Nuzzling into Harrison’s neck and pressing a kiss to it. Seeing the mark he made earlier, he kissed his lover’s neck again with a happy hum.
“Mine,” he claimed simply, a fact he was certain of despite all the other uncertainties in their relationship. Comfortable and relaxed like this.
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Syx fell into Harrison’s arms, relaxing with a soft sigh before leaning in and nipping at the other man’s ear and kissing his cheek, “Why hello.”
Syx leaned into the touch, eyes closed. He brought his own hand up to cover Harrison’s, it was complicated yes, but so right. They might both have their own loves. Harrison mated and with a child. This was too special not to explore. Needing few words to understand the emotions of the other, easier than with Wayne or Anna or anyone else Syx had ever been close to.
He let out a soft laugh, “It’s stupid and illogical. Harder than it should have to be, harder than I wish it was,” his anxieties always getting in the way.
There always lingered the fear that his lover might run out of patiences for him. Might reject him for say no or resisting too much. There were so few he’d ever even let get that close and he couldn’t picture any of them treating him like that… yet the fear lingered. Coupled on top of the scars of his past it made his wants so difficult to achieve.
“The desire is there,” Syx gave him a delicate smile, “the challenge is getting mind and body on the same page as the heart,” threading his fingers with Harrison’s he added, “I want this too. Us like this,” kissing each knuckle. To have a real relationship and not just a game, “Both is good.”
Syx’s words might not be making linear sense, but Harrison doesn’t really need them. His future lover is pleased, somewhat anxious, and then feels guilty for being anxious. Those are all emotions Harrison can easily understand. Especially when Syx links their fingers, blue woven in with blue. God, Harrison never tires of the sight. The knuckle kisses elicit a half-lidded smile from the businessman to the vulnerable villain in his lap. It seems that Syx is of the same mind, wanting something more than just sex games.
“I bet you’ll be beautiful when it happens,” Harrison blurts out, picturing it so clearly. “On your back or riding me. I want to see your smiling face when I make you cum all around me.” The words may be dirty, but he isn’t trying to tease. He’s actually being quite sweet.
Syx reddened further, his cheeks turning a deeper rose. Chewing on his lower lip as he looked at Harrison through his lashes. With a twisted sense of mangled logic, he could readily admit that Harrison was beautiful, knew they were nearly identical in most ways. Knew that Wayne considered him beautiful, and Anna too. Yet still… it was hard to internalize. Getting easier though.
Squeezing Harrison’s hand he leaned his forehead against his… his lover… that would be okay to claim, and sighed happily.
“I’m looking forward to that. To knowing how you smell and taste and feel when you fall apart,” letting out another nervous chuckle, “I do hope that cuddling like this will be an option afterward whether it was hard or soft,” he always needed this, craved this. To be wrapped up in his lover’s arms, soft and vulnerable after.
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