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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.

“I’ve only begun to look into it myself, but it would be a poor kept secret to say that Metrocity isn’t nearly pulling itself apart at the seems. Have you even looked at it?” Syx shook his head, “Duplicates of powerful and unique individuals, more magic and supernatural forces… This is nothing like my version of Metrocity. It appears to be pulling things in. I don’t have a separate city anymore,” he waved his hands around them, “My city was warped into this. One day I was just running into strange anomalies and odd readings. The next entire sections of the city had changed and I ran into an alternate version of myself!” 

“That sounds terrible creepy. Your spiece is destroying our dimension?” he asks a little amused. Not finding any way to be worried for the human race. -”Dear. I’m a demon. My world its in a different plane and for the moment nothing and anything anormal happened there since…..the era of the dinosaurs. “ He waves ahand freely to the air but then he suddenly remembers…- “I have a friend, she comes from another dimension too. Are demons attacking yours?” he asks just to be sure it isnt the same as Emma..

Syx slowed to a halt, blinking owlishly at Zagam, “Demons…? You jest surely…”

He’d only heard tales of demons from Hot Flash… never met one. He’d thought he’d know… and this one new Harrison… this was the demon Harrison was afraid of?

Oh SHIT! Syx’s face paled, the hologram mimicking it. 

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.

Syx shrugged, “It’s hard to lose old habits. It wasn’t so long ago that being blue in public meant that every pig in the area would point a gun at me,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets as they walked, “And not mine as in he’s not married to my Metro Man. The whole multi-verse thing just makes things confusing and complicated. Though for some reason there the vast majority of the duplicates seem to revolve around me or people close to me. I can only conclude that it must be my fault somehow, being the hyper-intelligent alien with a habit of making things that defy human science. A version of me likely caused this at some point. But it’s impossible to ever really know,” he was admitting a lot, but nothing that wasn’t easily found out or assumed. So he wouldn’t worry about it.

“Multi verses I think I heard about it before but never a whole full explanation. I hope you can enlight me with that. There are many of you and one of them caused you to land here, where one of you already exist? Would that turn you into a Doppelganger?  That’s quiet dangerous specially inside a dimension you shouldn’t exist… The other Wayne comes from your place too? then might affect others besides your own species?” Zagam followed calmly and even if his questions were just for curiosity that didn’t make him wonder if Belle was actually Bruce clone and not a sister like she seems to call herself.

“I’ve only begun to look into it myself, but it would be a poor kept secret to say that Metrocity isn’t nearly pulling itself apart at the seems. Have you even looked at it?” Syx shook his head, “Duplicates of powerful and unique individuals, more magic and supernatural forces… This is nothing like my version of Metrocity. It appears to be pulling things in. I don’t have a separate city anymore,” he waved his hands around them, “My city was warped into this. One day I was just running into strange anomalies and odd readings. The next entire sections of the city had changed and I ran into an alternate version of myself!” 

writing smut like

thisiswhymomworries:

3tno:

thisiswhymomworries:

how many synonyms for “penis” do I actually know?

and how many of those synonyms am I actually willing to use

tier 1 (most accepted, considered sexy): cock, dick

tier 2 (generally accepted): length, manhood, member, shaft

tier 3 (clinical, too formal, but not cheesy): groin, penis, phallus

tier 4 (cheesy, barely acceptable): [insert name] Jr., dong, junk, knob, prick, rod, tool, wand, wood

tier 5 (ridiculous, unacceptable, pls don’t): anything to do with beer cans, baby-maker, bishop, choad, donger, dragon, fuck wand, fun stick, hog, johnson, jimmy, lap rocket, little [insert name], love muscle/rod/stick, meat stick, one-eyed [anything], piston, private eye, schlong, trouser snake, wiener, winkie

tier 6 (you’re literally a fourth grader): baby arm, baloney pony, beaver basher, beef whistle, custard launcher, dude piston, flesh flute, heat-seeking moisture missile, krull the warrior king, luigi, mayo shooting hotdog gun, meter long king kong dong, pig skin bus, piss weasle, purple-headed yogurt flinger, purple-helmeted warrior of love, schlong dongadoodle, single barreled pump action bollock, spawn hammer, steamin’ semen truck, tan banana, thundersword, wang doodle, whoopie stick, wing wang doodle, yogurt shotgun 

(ง •̀_•́)ง

tight-beige-undies:

syx-blue:

“Ha!” Megamind crowed, shaking off the light blow Metro Man had given him. He was fully aware that the hero wasn’t even using a fraction of his strength, “You call that a punch, he-ro! Evil is impervious to your poor choreography.”

Metro Man watched as Megamind scrambled around, then pointed that arm at him and said something so cheesy even he had to raise his eyebrow.

Chuckling and floating forwards, he grabs the end of the arm and yanks it out of Megamind’s grip like it was nothing while grinning his usual grin.

“ Turns out it was no match for my disarming smile. Come quietly, Megamind.”

That was just cheating! Megamind snorted and hoped back a few steps, “You’ve greatly over estimated your charm, old friend! Your ridiculous good looks have no effect on a black heart such as mine. Besides,” he spun and revealed a small box, “I still have this! I shall never go quietly into the night.”

Hitting the button on the box which was just a remote he started up some music playing loudly. He paled as the song started up, “Wait no not that one!” blushing as he fumbled with the remote.