Date Night

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Cheek coloring brightly Syx covered his mouth with his hand, “Am not.”

Shoulders shaking as he shook his head at getting called out, he realized he was still biting his lip and made an effort to stop. But at least it was being called cute.

“I’m no cute,” he raised his brows and failed utterly to look serious, “I am a villain, a super villain,” he waved a fork for emphasis, “and super villains aren’t cute. I wear far too many spikes to be cute…” he looked down at his utterly spikeless outfit, “Well… maybe not today… but normally!” he waggled the fork with conviction as if it was a finger, his brows raised high on his forehead, “Not that I’m arguing against getting kissed,” he added suddenly with a renewed flush as his brain caught back up to the ‘threat’ he’d been issued.

Stabbing the fork into the new plate of food, he questioned, “Is… is this even all food?”

Harrison laughed.  Oh yes, definitely adorable with that little blush and covering his mouth.  “Oh you’re cute alright,” he replied, unable to resist a tease.  “The cutest little supervillain in all of Metro City.  Spikes and all.”  

Taking a fork he stabs a bit of fish and takes a bite.  The sound he makes is practically a moan of ecstasy.  “Oh it’s food.  Delicious food.  Eat up my overlord.  You’re going to need the calories if you’re going to keep up with me on the dance floor tonight.”  And he waggled his eyebrows at his companion.   

Syx moved into a full pout at getting called cute again. He wasn’t cute. Incredibly handsome but not cute. 

“There is no possible way I won’t wipe the floor with you and sweep you off your feet, Harrison,” he gloated, his lower lip still jutting out as he internally debated over the greater need of spikes and maybe getting is piercing redone. Cute! Ha!

Cutting a bit of fish and sticking it in his mouth, he was about to continue rambling about which of them was and wasn’t cute, when the taste hit him, “Oh! Oh wow!” he blinked down at the dish, “What sort of fish even is this? And I still don’t trust that grassy stuff…” he poked it suspiciously with his knife even as he took another bite of fish.

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ominouslymathematical:

FUCK ME I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA FOR A SITCOM EVER HOLY SHIT

TELL ME MORE 😀

TWO ALIENS LIVING TOGETHER, TRYING TO INTEGRATE INTO HUMAN SOCIETY, BUT EACH THINKS THE OTHER IS HUMAN, SO THEY BOTH HAVE TO TRY AND ACT AS HUMAN AS POSSIBLE, BUT NEITHER GETS IT EXACTLY RIGHT, BUT NEITHER OF THEM CAN TELL WHAT’S WRONG

I adore this.

Can I suggest their steadily worried human neighbour who has to deal with issues and comes up with wilder and wilder theories every week but is never correct (ghosts, demon possession, poisoning, lizard people, government conspiracy but aliens? Don’t be ridiculous).

Also all the info which they have access to is several years out of date so at least one of the aliens doesn’t understand why it’s not the 80s anymore.

WELL DANG THAT’S BRILLIANT

ANOTHER IMPORTANT PART OF THIS SHOW WILL BE THE STRAIGHTBAITING

YES. ALSO ALIENS WHO ARE BAFFLED BY GENDER. ONE OF THEM IS SLIGHTLY HORRIFIED AND TRIES DESPERATELY TO PLAY ALONG. THE OTHER JUST FINDS IT HILARIOUS.

A tired government worker has been onto the aliens from the start, but doesn’t want to report the aliens in because it would mean more work, plus they find the aliens kinda endearing, so they keep pretending to be convinced by the aliens’ excuses for being weird and finds excuses not to be looking when the aliens slip up.

(Daddy anon) hey dude sorry for sending that I didn’t know u were uncomfortable with that! I had only meant it as a joke and I also think that lg/dd relationships are gross when they’re taken too far.

{{ ah, thanks for being understanding. When it comes to anons I tend to assume the worst and I’m far more used to the people who take it ‘too far’ and I’m especially nervous of drawing that sort of crowd because I’ve seen how they treat people. ^^;; but I do appreciate the sentiment if the wording was changed. }}

Open: Wanna-be Princess

“No, no, no, you don’t understand. I am totally Princess material! See. Just look! It’s all in the binder,” Belle waved her hands wildly and filled to the relevant page, jamming a finger down on the list of relevant facts, “Orphaned at a young age, one parent and it’s my dad so I got the no mom thing going,” she tapped her chin, “I know that’s not mandatory but it certainly adds to the checklist. Oh! And here, here, look,” she pointed excitedly, “Most of my birth records where lost, I could totally be lost nobility from some far away nation! I just need to go on an epic quest of self discovery!”

Her boisterous pose fell, “I mean… I can’t sing… But I can dance! That has to count. Plus I’d add to the diversity! There aren’t nearly enough black non white princesses! And, and,” she flipped through more pages, “I’d be a bunch of other firsts for them and I have the dress and everything. I’d sparkle like the stars and GLOW TOO!”