Tag: syx blue
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✉: What is something your muse would write about?
Other then his inventions and drafts it would be about the state of the judicial and prison system. He’s written full essays and thesis on the topic, sent opinion pieces to the papers and news. Written government officials. All under pen names. Anything to draw attention to how badly broken the system is. How many good men had forever labeled criminals for stupid crimes. Turning productive members of society into dead weight on the system or permanent thugs just to survive. He is very passionate on this topic.
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✘: What are your muses pet peeves?
Syx gets super pissy about people who waste food. Seeing someone throw something out that is still perfectly usable, instant mini rant.
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✿: What is your muses favourite scent?
Syx’s favorite scent is well worn leather. The couch Warden had when he was growing up was old leather. It reminds him of softer times in his life.
Tell me why!
Does everything that I love get taken away?
From me!
Why?
Does everything that I love get taken away?
You take me to the edge
Push me too far
Watch me slip away
Holding on too hard
Tell me
Why?
Does everything that I love get taken away?
From me?
So we meet again, my noble heroic friend
Our feud has brewed forever, but tonight it will end
And then there will be nothing left of you but a memory
My old foe, arch-rival, nemesis and my enemy
I can’t quite contain or explain my evil ways
Or explain why I’m not sane
All I can say is this is your warning
I can’t quite contain or explain my evil ways
Or explain why I’m not sane
All I can say is this is your warning, duality
A box of chocolates is placed outside of Syx’s door in a basket that also contained honey whiskey.. though the sticker on the whiskey bottle was custom cut into the shape of a black cat…
Minion eyed the box of chocolates and alcohol with suspicion but blushing Syx carried them into Evil Lair. Handing off the bottle to Minion to be put in the liquor cabinet he took the chocolates to the couch, his goofy grin just growing. Tossing the lid to the brain bots to play with he settled down and popped on in his mouth, quickly becoming lost in happy recollections.
I swing both ways ;)
Violently. With a bat. Come get some motherfuckers.