Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”
Omfg
MY TIME HAS COME
so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.
im no Florist but I thought I’d try my hand at such a beautiful gift of absolute loathing
Lies.. all of it was lies. Every supposed memory that she had, down to the home she lived in and the name she had carried. She had run as far away from the pair that now haunted her waking nightmare.. the entire reason she was now in the situation she was in.. though to blame them was entirely unfair. Anna found that she didn’t really care, though.
Each moment after seeing that horrible blonde haired woman was just one thing after the next.. realizing her life was a lie, coming home a home that was no longer actually true.. the building was dilapidated, run down enough she wondered how it was she had lived in it to begin with.. she had searched for nearly a half hour after that, convinced that she just had the wrong address.. but she didn’t.
She couldn’t figure out what to do, where to go, who to turn to.. nobody was true to her. There was nobody, she was alone, entirely alone..
She had been slumped back against the place she had previously called home when she recalled a single person.. she had met him after the fact.. Syx. Syx was there.. Syx wasn’t a lie..
Standing, she made her way numbly to the warehouse district. Her entire body posture screamed of defeat with her shoulders slumped, barely picking her feet up as she walked and her head bowed. Her tail and ears were limp as well, the tail dragging along the ground @syx-blue
When Syx got the alert that his car eared love had entered his territory he’d perked up and started straightening out the Lair for company. With a wide grin, he’d thrown open the fire exit to call down to her, his face falling when he saw her posture.
With a panic and growing dread Syx scrambled down to the ground level and rushed over to her, “Hey,” he touched her shoulder gently moving to wrap an arm around her.
“Oh evil gods, what happened?” the emotions coming from her made him sick to his stomach.
Syx wandered over to find something to sit on and rubbed at his face, suddenly exhausted. He summed up, “So you’re me. There are more then one Wayne Scott and Roxanne Ritchi now. There is a multi-verse thing going on. But wait! There must be more then just the two of us because I’m surprised and you’re not. You’ve done this before, correct? Of course I am. Dear Evil God! This is going to be a nightmare,” he grimaced, “I’ll have to warn Wayne about this too. The bumbling idiots bound to blunder into something and make a mess of it,” as much as he chided the hero, Metro Man wasn’t actually stupid, but he also wasn’t likely to ask as many questions as Syx was.
One of the more adventurous Brainbots hovers closer once Syx is seated, Megmaind herself continuing to stand. She’s quiet, letting her double work himself through the situation he was now in before speaking up. “Yes, I have, and it’s not just them there are more than one of.” Unfortunately, in some cases, a flash of irritation passing over her face in the case of one of them.
As far as his Wayne went, that topic caught her attention. “Then yours is here as well?” Interesting. Something she’d have to alert Metro Man to if the other hero didn’t already know.
Syx frowned, “As far as I know everyone I knew is here, or rather that ‘my universe’ appears to have been invaded by yours or well this multi thing anyway,” catching her concern he groaned, “Oh fuck,” he dropped his face into his hands, “There’s going to be more than one Doom Syndicate now isn’t there?”
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
Syx blushed at that, “I would call them toys but I doubt the city does,” he looked out around them, it still made him nervous being out without being disguised. He was twitching to turn his watch on, not that anyone seemed to care about him being blue, “Normally the things I make are… on a much grandeur scale,” he did like showing off though, lived for it really.
Zagam tried to reach for the small bot to caress the border with a fonger still curious for the materials it was made of, his attention was also on the blue man who face blushed in a funny purple tone. He likes when people does that for a simple comment.
“Do you have those here exposed? If they are as amazing as this one here I pretty much would love to see them”
The little bot twirled and bobbed, the A.I. was simple but Syx always made his bots playful and the little creation enjoyed the attention.
Syx laughed awkwardly, “If I brought out any of my larger creations I’m afraid it would shut down the block and draw unwanted attention,” he rocked on his heels, “Quite a bit of my old stuff has been collected over the years, I believe I heard they were going to make a museum?”
He frowned lightly, “I think the museum might already exist now…” though it was likely filled with a different Megamind’s work, he was still struggling to fully wrap his head around the multiverse thing.
Syx hunched his shoulders as he slogged through the sudden downpour. The storm having come from nowhere. When the break from the rain suddenly appeared, he glanced up, first noticing the umbrella before the being holding it. He blushed, “Oh uh… thanks?”
Syx cocked his head to the side, curiosity growing, “It’s Michigan, hard to say what it’ll decide to do,” he’d lived on the streets long enough in his youth to know just how cruel Michigan could be, “What was the place you came from like? Where did you come from?”
“I lived in Hilton head island of South Carolina…All my life actually. This is the first time I’ve moved from the state.” He informed him happily. “And back where I was has been great. I once lived by the beach shore…where Jeff has raised me along with his family. And It’s been nice there.” He said, then gave a sigh. “I’ll admit that I’ll miss my home…but changes happen, and it’s maybe best to look for the good to come of it.”
Looking over the obviously inhuman man, Syx observed cautiously, “So you’ve always lived among human too?”
He shrugged though as they continued walking, “I really haven’t spent much time outside of Metrocity. I always rather doubted anywhere else was significantly different. Besides it’s my city, I know these streets,” even when he hated the city and it’s people, he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
WHAT’S YOUR MUSE’S PLANT PERSONALITY? TAKE THIS QUIZ AND POST YOUR RESULTS ( repost, don’t reblog! )
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DANDELION You Are: Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.
FENNEL You Are: You’re quiet, sometimes shy, with a tendency to be reserved. You have a humble, kind nature and often find yourself taking care of others. You can be known to hold things in, and you don’t always speak up for yourself. This tendency to hold things in can lead to disturbances.
PASSIONFLOWER You Are: Deeply concerned about others and the world around you, you have a developed sense of what’s right and just. You’re a bit of an idealist and strive to see your vision of perfection realized in the world. On occasion you get out of balance, and you may feel a deep sense of unease and be prone to worry—especially at night, tossing and turning over all that is wrong or that needs fixing.
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