Harrison was at home playing with Devin when the tiny bot approached the strong force field that protected his balcony from unknown intrusions. A chirp of an alarm signaled it’s approach and Harrison grabbed his tablet to read the results of a quick scan. It wasn’t explosive and it seemed to be carrying…. a gift? The blue man allowed it to pass and picked up Devin, meeting the bot outside. It handed over its package and accepted appreciative pets from Harrison and a fascinated Devin before zooming off. Devin fussed when his robotic friend flew away, but Harrison’s curiosity about the content of the package thoroughly distracted him from any irritation his son’s whining.
Once they were back inside he opened the box and took out each metal fish one by one. They were lovely and unique but he truly had no idea who would send him handmade art via brainbot. Devin picked up the smallest one in his chubby hand and shook it, letting out a pleased sound when something in there rattled. Finally Harrison got to the card and opened it with a flourish. A bemused smile spread across his face and he penned a response on a thick creamy notecard bearing his monogram across the top: “Thank you so much for the lovely fish. They are as unique and intriguing as the man who created them. With eager gratitude, HDS”
Of course, this was a gift that would require reciprocation, and thankfully, Harrison had just the idea…..
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It took a few days and quite a bit of money, but then again custom jewelry from European designers on a rush was always pricey. Harrison was also asking them to do something that had never been done before. The face was a blend of Swiss precision with a software of his own design. The strap could be nothing less than ostrich leather. Going to House of Garrard for the jewels and setting had been an extra touch, but no one else had that quantity and quality of baguette-cut black diamonds no to mention the princess cuts for the corners. And Harrison had to say, the end result was stunning:
The blue businessman had gotten exactly what he’d wanted, and so he written a note in silver pen on thick black paper to accompany it. It read simply, “For my most willing villain – HDS” and was tucked inside a simple black velvet box bound with a blue ribbon bow. He handed the box to 10097 and the little bot flew off with instructions to give this to Other Other Daddy.
Syx’s Bots were still struggling to understand the difference between their numbers and those made by other daddy’s. While some understood, others simply were curious or confused. It was an oversight in their design Syx was struggling to overcome as it was potentially a glaring security risk. As it was 10097 was escorted in after his package was scanned by two large security brain bots 798 and 672 while many of the older models swarmed around like happy puppies.
Syx picked up the package and gingerly opened it. A smile spreading across his face at the sight knowing who had sent it before even reading the note. Slipping the beautiful watch on his wrist he jumped up precariously on a stool and hung the note up in his idea cloud where it could swirl gently among his memories and thoughts.
That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.
For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together.
(( I’ve done this a lot with Psycho Delic especially. But I do this occasionally with my other muses too. ))
Wandering aimlessly through his workshop and unable to concentrate on his ‘evil’ plots Syx found himself digging through a box of scrap as his mind wandered. He often stretched out animals on the corners of his drafts. Usually if those sketches came to life it was in grand fashion as gaint robots that hardly looked like the real thing. This time though his clever fingers bent and shaped the junk metal into tiny sculptures. When he was done six little blue fish went into a simple black box. He penned a brief note in blue pen, “For my most willing captive~ 6” and had to delivered to Harrison’s balcony via Brain Bot.
Harrison stretches out lazily in the shallow water, setting his magazine completely to the side in favor of his phone. He sips his sparkling juice as he types. [TXT MSG: That would be my genuine pleasure. I can’t wait to see what is in those sexy panties ]
Syx hand covered himself and gone back to his snacking when he got the reply, [TXT: I eagerly await it. ;3 ]
Harrison slips off the lounge and ducks under the water, letting himself sink and stretch in the deeper parts of the tub to cool his head. He probably should apply more sunscreen if he was going to stay out since the water and sweat had washed most of it away. And he hated getting that purple sheen of sunburn on the top of his head. Surfacing for air, he notices another text. [TXT MSG: Is there anything else you are longing for my overlord? I’m eager to please ]
Syx wasn’t sure what to do with himself now, sprawled on the black leather couch he snatched up the phone when the notification rang out. He mused; what all did he want? Well, one thing did stick out in his head. [TXT: You on your knees showing me just how much you love me in my boots. ] with a quick trip to his closet a picture soon followed of a pair of tall black leather boots covered in shiny studs.
Harrison had headed back inside still stark naked, depositing his magazine and empty soda bottle lazily on the kitchen island. Now he was in the closet with a glass of water reconstituting cubes, each of which contained his seldom worn but well loved fetish clothing choices. He found several pairs of black boots, but not the ones he had in mind and was just getting discouraged when the text came in. He took a break from the pile of leather to imagine bending low to worship those boots, working his way up in eager anticipation. [TXT MSG: I would kiss every single stud ]
God that image left him feeling weak in the knees. Syx flopped back on his bed as he read that. Eyes closed as he played that out in his mind with the same vivid intensity he entertained himself with in solitary. Finally remembering his phone he snatched it up again, [TXT: My good little captive would certainly earn his prize that way. ]
Harrison stretches out lazily in the shallow water, setting his magazine completely to the side in favor of his phone. He sips his sparkling juice as he types. [TXT MSG: That would be my genuine pleasure. I can’t wait to see what is in those sexy panties ]
Syx hand covered himself and gone back to his snacking when he got the reply, [TXT: I eagerly await it. ;3 ]
Harrison slips off the lounge and ducks under the water, letting himself sink and stretch in the deeper parts of the tub to cool his head. He probably should apply more sunscreen if he was going to stay out since the water and sweat had washed most of it away. And he hated getting that purple sheen of sunburn on the top of his head. Surfacing for air, he notices another text. [TXT MSG: Is there anything else you are longing for my overlord? I’m eager to please ]
Syx wasn’t sure what to do with himself now, sprawled on the black leather couch he snatched up the phone when the notification rang out. He mused; what all did he want? Well, one thing did stick out in his head. [TXT: You on your knees showing me just how much you love me in my boots. ] with a quick trip to his closet a picture soon followed of a pair of tall black leather boots covered in shiny studs.
Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike.
He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.
“Oh… uh, thank you?”
“Not everyone,” Syx snapped, “Just cock sucking PIGS!” he was getting ridiculously angry, enough that if he was in his right mind he’d be horribly embarrassed about it.
It was at that point that Sheldon turned up, dressed to the nines in a light grey suit. He took in his upset boyfriend and the screaming blue man and slide up beside Wayne, wrapping a possessive arm around him. Narrowing his eyes at the thug version of himself before them Sheldon said lowly, “Watch your tongue. There is exactly one person that’s allowed to call him that and never in that context.”
“Wow.” Was all Wayne could say. Guy had obvious issues, and he wasn’t about to stick around to let the man lay em all on him.
Though, at that point, Sheldon actually turned up and Wayne looked down at him, wrapping an arm back around him. “Oh there you are. Didn’t I say casual?” He asks with a raised eyebrow at the suit, side-eyeing Syx a little just to make sure he wasn’t about to be on the attack or anything.
Sheldon spared his mate a glance, “You did, but I like this suit,” he preened, “And you know you love it too.”
Syx blinked at the pair, the gears clicking in his head. Sheldon Scott… the blue man raised by the Scott family… and Wayne Woodridge the muscle-bound fly boy raised in the prison. It was like looking into a fun-house mirror of his life. Seeing their easy comfort, they way they touched each other, filled him with a horrible dark envy. Wayne was a cop. Sheldon was someone that Harrison was close with and said he was in business too. Would have grown up with that silver spoon in his mouth that Syx had always hated Wayne for.
How many times had he longed for that life himself? Craved it. Hell, that was one of the reasons he’d first envisioned the reset button. But seeing it?
His jaw clenched, glaring at the couple. He couldn’t even find words.
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