Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“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.

“Like the watch? They’re different of course, the watch is hard-light projection, combined with the invisibility field that I use on the car. My security on Evil Lair is just a normal hologram that hides the physical door. I’ll leave it open for you, otherwise, you’d never get through the bio-scan,” Syx rattled off then gave him a wry smile, “I’ll have to call the Brain Bots off and reset their protocol after you get there. It requires a bio-scan. Just watch out for the teeth, they’re rather playful.”

“I will pretend I understood everything you said, dear. and not that you porpousely speak weird to make me feel bad and confused.” Okey, indeed it was somehow rude.Zagam thought, glaring at Syx with his eyebrow up. But he smiles anyway and steps forward.  

-” Teeth. just like my demon gods. I think that its the only part I might enjoy. “

Syx bit his lip as Zagam said that, oh enjoying biting could have wonderful connotations. His eyes darkened a but despite how he tried to keep his mind from wandering to other thoughts, “I might enjoy that too.”

“Ah, I mean…” he looked away, looked up at the devil, “See you then,” a small smile playing at the corner of his lip, “And I seem to have that affect on everyone. The confusion.”

Our muses in a thunderstorm.

the-explosive-existence:

kmcp8reporter:

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The storm raged over Metro City, lightning cracking overhead. Dashing for the cover of an awning, Roxanne cursed the fact that her mode of transportation was a little yellow scooter. The gas mileage was great and it was so easy to get around the city… until days like this. Hunching in her dark jacket, she rubbed her arms to stay warm, making idle conversation with the woman next to her, “I hate these freak storms this time of year. The weather has been so bad this fall.”

“I dono. It’s electrifying to watch.” The blue stranger replied in trance, dressed in a man’s orange rain coat, locks and long thick braid soared out from her collar with the stirring energy in the air, filling her up, radiating intensity.

The sky cracked again, followed by thunder. The explosive existence laughed luxurious, glancing over on the new arrival under the shielding stair case and eye’s wived wide, intrigued. “oooh, aren’t you the reporter Roxanne Ritchi?”

Roxanne wasn’t ever surprised when people recognized her, it came with being a local celebrity, “That’s me, Channel 8 reporter and professional ‘damsel’,” she gave a wry grin, damsel coming out with a sarcastic roll of her tongue, “You have me at a but of a disadvantage, though.”

Turning to the woman her paused as she saw a sliver of blue skin in a flash of lightning, her eyes widened. Trying to cover her shock at a female blue person, and that said blue person had hair, she chided herself. Of course there where more, Harrison had already told her such.

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT: *I drink up every drop you give me, licking you clean before I pull off. Turning around and kissing you deeply, enjoying my taste on your lips* good boy~ ]

[TXT MSG: *I collapse underneath you, sagging against my bindings and trying to catch my breath as your mouth replaces your tentacle on my messy face.  I strain weakly to return your kisses, practically boneless and utterly yours*]

[TXT: *nuzzling into your neck exhausted* we should clean my poor captive up, such a mess~ *kissing along your jaw and starting to work the knots off* ]

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of
depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they’re angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐(‘～`；)┌ : When your muse can’t answer something, what
do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent
about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when
very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the
head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

(‘A`) : What does your muse do when they’re alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( … ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn’t expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse’s laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

ooc updates

(( to help with my stress levels but to still have fun rping, I’m going to be queuing most of my threads until my car situation is dealt with. number per day will depend on the blog but most will be 2-5 per day. ^^;; I do really want to write with everyone and it’s my favorite part of the day, it just takes me a lot longer to write right now. So i have to slow down. ))

cfmusings:

                                           Strike me down?
                                            I’ll get up again.
                                                                             I am not invincible,
                                                                            but I won’t give up either.