Controversial shipping asks

Ship that you have as an OTP: 🌹
Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑
Ship that makes you sad: 💔
Ship that you find disgusting: 💩
Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌
Ship that you secretly like: 💚
Ship that you used to have as an OTP: 💙
Ship that you find most sexy:👅
Ship that you can never see happening: 👎
Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤
Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘
Ship that is taboo: 💦
Ship that pisses you off: 💣
Ship you’re curious about: 👀
Ship that needs more love: 💖
Ship that is most misunderstood: 💢

Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

“Well it hasn’t stopped them from existing,” Bell laughed bubbly, “Some of us just love to live dangerously,” she purred the last word and rolled her hips. It was far too enjoyable to tease and flirt. It was almost a shame he was taking it all in stride. She winked at him and grabbed her crotch, one last try to make him squirm, “And yes, they do go aaaall the way up.”

Brows creeping upward, Ulric finally breaks out into laughter. It’d been a while since he’d dealt with this outside of Mira, and even with his own amusement he knew he wasn’t really interested in responding. “Must’ve taken a while to get all that inked, huh?”

Bell pouted, she’d really been hoping to make him squirm or embarrassed rather than laugh. Still, it was something.

Though the question did give her a chance to bring it back around to her seemingly non sequitur she’d started with, “Oh yeah, a day per tentacle. So, seven,” she bit her lip and raised a brow, “All total.”

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TXT] you know, like a mama bear but a fish

[TXT] and I mean that M is being mean and took my canon away

[TXT] I could find it if I wanted to, but i kinda feel sick now

[TXT] idk, you said you had a boa, what’s he like? I just have dogs? yeah, they prolly count as dogs.

[Text] Wait a minute

[Text] You’re one of the

[Text] Aliens. Right?

[Text] Sorry about that.

[Text] He’s pretty chill.

[TXT] do only aliens own canons? that doesn’t seem right. How else do you send you frienemies glitter?

[TXT] or do you know M? don’t let that sweet smile fool you!! or those big brown eyes!

[TXT] I’m still glaring at him but he refuses to acknowledge the fact

[TXT] what’s his name? is he big? is it fun to pet snakes?

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”

Regardless of not knowing what that tune is from, Azlariel finds himself idly keeping up with it in his own way, the quiet trilling he’d made a habit of taking on the same meter. Minion’s question cuts the sound off, however, trailing off into something more thoughtful. “Ha’e not known anyving elze.” Calculating the length of time takes a bit longer, however, eventually just shrugging it off.

“Not vat long. Zome time, vough.” he answers, the sketchiness of how time was measured here still not something the alien was entirely interested in figuring out more fully.

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.

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TXT] Bah! M wont eat them and he is just mama fishing me now

[TXT] If I shoot them out of a canon at the park, do you think people would catch them?

[TXT] apparently my canon privileges just got taken away

[TXT] now i’m bloated and bored

[TXT] tell me things?

[Text] Mama fishing?

[Text] And what do you mean cannon?

[Text] Uh. What kind of things?

[TXT] you know, like a mama bear but a fish

[TXT] and I mean that M is being mean and took my canon away

[TXT] I could find it if I wanted to, but i kinda feel sick now

[TXT] idk, you said you had a boa, what’s he like? I just have dogs? yeah, they prolly count as dogs.

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

Syx raised an eyebrow, “Which is exactly why I wouldn’t ‘cause injury’ in the first fucking place. Gods aren’t supposed to bleed,” he snorted, “Just because I get shook up seeing it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do it. I need to know that so I don’t fuck up and accidentally hurt him. As impossible as I once thought that was.”

“And I am not an idiot,” he smacked the pretzel out of his face, “I know just what those fuckers would do if they could,” his lips drew thin and paled at the unwanted memories, “There isn’t a human on this planet that could piece together my notes even if they were all written down. My technology would be just as bad in their hands as that information would be,” he mumbled like a paranoid man, biting the inside of his cheek to shut up. He’d gotten yelled at by his Uncles too often for his paranoia no matter how warranted Syx knew it to be.

The concentrated power of the sun bit had him rolling his eyes. He hadn’t tested it on Wayne though he had finished building it, “Like that would do more than cause a sudden bought of nakedness.”

[’Gods’? Good lord, he wasn’t kidding about putting Metro Man on a pedestal. They might have god-like powers, but they definitely weren’t at that level. She has been around true gods and knows where she stands on that matter.] Gods can bleed. They just don’t stay hurt or stay dead.

[She allows the hand he had slapped away to drop to the table, exposing the numerous needle scars at the bend of her elbow.] It’s not individual humans that are the problem. It’s organized groups that can restrain even a god.

Syx rolled his eyes, “It’s a figure of speech. You are aware of how the sheeple of the city see Metro Man, right? The statue they built? The whole worshipful museum.”

His eye lock on the needles, bouncing between those and her forehead, “You’re… talking from experience I assume?”