If I suddenly stop responding to a thread or an ask:
It’s most likely:
- I didn’t see it
- My muse at that time is tired out and needs rest
- I’m tired and would like a break from the thread for a bit
- I’m swamped with other threads or asks
- I’m not entirely in that certain muse role at the time
- It’s in my drafts and I’m planning to respond to it when I can
- I’m having real life Issues and/or other issues with MYSELF
- Malfunction in the activities or tags or even skype itself
Not because:
- I’m ignoring it
- I dislike your muse
- I dislike you
- I’m pissed at you
- I’m disgusted
- You didn’t follow me back
PLEASE remember that you are NOT a nuisance. Just because I don’t reply to messages, asks, or threads at the time; it doesn’t mean I hate you. It just means I’m taking care of other things and am waiting as well to get back to you!
Date Night
Syx frowned softly and picked up his drink, sipping it and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste. He let himself get far too worked up over this sort of thing.
“Lots of things… most of the places I own are in the ghettos and run down neighborhoods. Low rent housing, corner stores, food banks, shelters… that sort of thing. Usually built on the site of a recently destroyed building as part of the city’s Disaster Repair Plan. Somehow the money and the blueprints just magically appear while I’m conveniently behind bars,” he fluttered his lashes innocently.
“Honestly, my Uncles run the vast majority of it. I’m just the face. If you ever walk into a shop that has my signature in the window or graffiti on the walls, it’s mine. Under my protection. Which basically just means that if someone robs it then either me or one of my Uncles pays them a visit and lets them know why they shouldn’t do that again.”
He held up a hand, “No it’s not a protection racket. The only thing I get out of it, especially when it started, was just people willing to actually sell to me and Minion. By the way, Nancy down near Evil Lair, she has an amazing butcher shop. Top quality from local farmers. She deals in other things too, but that’s where Minion buys all our meat and fish. Just never cross her, she’s mean with a butcher knife,” Syx laughed, though he blatantly realized gallows humor might not be best, “And uh… welcome to my inner circle? Only Anna and the Blues know all this… and now you.”
Harrison chewed on his bottom lip as he listened. He had asked, it was only fair. And honestly, none of it sounded that bad. It seemed like what Syx had told them when they first met and Harrison smiled softly at the memory. He’d thought that day that this little villain was quite the hero, even if he knew Syx would never admit it. Some of the more illegal aspects still gave him pause….. but at least he knew Syx was standing up for what he believed in.
“Thanks for letting me in,” he finally said, extending his hand across the table for Syx’s. “I can’t say I entirely understand this criminal underworld, but if you’re willing to be patient with me…. I want to understand you. You’re a much better man than I think you give yourself credit for.”
Sliding his hand into Harrison’s Syx chewed on his lip, blushing slightly as he can down from his rant. He was really living up to the villain cliche of monologuing…
“I wish the word was different. I can’t even begin to tell you all the times I tried to dream up a different version of the world… it’s not uncommon you know? In the community… there are tiers of villainy,” he opened his mouth again, then thinking better of it, closed it again, “It doesn’t matter… I just hate how the world works. Sometimes I still get so angry at this rock of a planet… then I remember the people that live her that I love. And that love me back.”
Looking into Harrison’s eyes, he squeezed the man’s fingers, thumb running over his knuckles, “I just want the city to not be the same monster that chewed me up and spit me out. To be Metro City and not Metrocity,” he purposefully made the distinction in the name as he said it, rhyming the slurred name with atrocity, “For the next generation.”
m!aHuman
Bell scoffed, “I thought I was more famous than that. The blue normally gives me away,” she preened and posed, “Megamind, incredibly gorgeous criminal genius and mistress of all villainy.”
Offering a hand to the fallen woman, the villain added, “And fuck yeah. If you’re going to pose dramatically on roof tops over the captured damsel and do battle with the city’s defender you need two things: a good evil laugh and know how to roll with a hit and fall.”
Golden eyes blink about the, in her opinion, pretty sorry excuses for trees, before looking back at the uh….mistress of all villainy. Can’t help but quirk a brow at that. “I’m….not from around here, so..” she shrugs. That’s a reasonable excuse she thinks. And not actually all that much of a lie either~!
She finds herself squinting at the girl again uncertainly and then down at the offered hand.
“I see…Is this some ploy then? I can’t say I’d make a fantastic damsel, just so you know,” Xhuuya takes the hand regardless, hauling herself up with a few cracks and a groan. “Ah nope,” she slouches slightly after failing at her attempt to straighten her back.
Bell huffed and put her hands on her hips, though the pose looked very silly while kneeling, “Oh puh-lease. You’re all beat up. That’d be silly. Besides I only kidnap Roxanne… or Richard… or whatever they are today,” she fluttered a hand dismissively, the oddness of gender that seemed to follow her timeline never seemed to bother the blue villainess, “You’d make a horrible substitute and besides my next great battle isn’t until next week and it’s gonna be out near the lake where lot of people can cheer and boo, not in the woods. What’s the point of that?”
“Also that sounds like it really hurts,” Bell cringed, “Are you sure you’re not broken?”
❓-character gets a strange question. Don’t you mean like 90% of your asks from me. ?
Megamind stared at the interviewer with his mouth open, his eyes shifting to look sidelong at the exit as he began to seriously regret agreeing to this interview in the first place.
“Uhh… you know… let’s just have fun with this? Just think of the most improbable thing you can think of… times six. And I’ll get back to you.”
Standing up abruptly, the villain started edging out of the room. Lacking a smock bomb he just threw his cape before him and backed away…
Send me a 🍲 to give my muse a home-cooked meal.
Bonus if you specify WHAT the meal is, of course!
— ❝ i survived,
but i P A I D for it.❞
{{ my mood tanked bad today and just dragging. I might not be around much. But my massager is still on and if people wanna send me funny things, that could be nice. I’ll try and be back later or tomorrow. }}
Minion nodded, his little body floating up and down in the tank. That would help explain the difficult the other found English… But than again Minion always wondered if he’d find the language here so easy without the obvious modifications he had. Lost in thought, he started humming again as they finished their walk. He’d enjoyed the sound of Azlariel’s voice.
Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.
The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.
Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.”
He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting.
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