Tag: XD
[TXT MSG: How would you feel if I wanted to take you out? Dinner, drinks, dancing, the works? ]
[TXT: …what does this sort of outing require? ]
[TXT: that sounds perfectly acceptable ]
[TXT: >:3 though I do insist you at least attempt to outdo me in sexiness ]
[TXT MSG: I’m already planning to go all out with eye makeup. And leather. :-* ]
[TXT MSG: Any food preferences or allergies I should know about? ]
[TXT: If we are dancing after then I should avoid dairy and I really don’t like bitter, everything else I assume is a given because its not the sorts of things that get served at restaurants ]
[TXT: I shall begin my preparations for the date! ]
Trouble Cubed
Blowing a long stream of smoke out and stubbing out his cigarette on the rooftop, Syx contemplated how to approach this. Rubbing his hands over his face he moved to stand. On the edge, he looked down and decided on dramatic. pulling out the toe cable from the hoverbike, he secured it around a solid bit of building and repealed down until he could safely bounce off the wall and land in a clever pose. Cape settling back around him in what he hoped was a really fucking cool looking way, Syx straightened and jerked his chin at Lyn in greeting.
“That’s a horrible habit, Hell Cat,” as if he hadn’t just been smoking, his lips quirking in acknowledgment to the fact that he was sure she could smell it on him. Now able to better see her outfit, he gave her an appraising look, “While I completely understand the sacrifices we make for presentation, they make those buttons for a reason,” he arched a brow, she had to be freezing even if the exposed skin gave him horrible ideas for how to warm her up.
She heard the fluttering of his cape before she saw him drop down before her, her brows climbing in surprise. She made a low noise, purposefully bringing her cigarette up to her lips again to inhale the smoke, holding it in her lungs before blowing it up into the air. “Right,” was all she gave him in response, clearly smelling the smoke on his own breath.
She had been in the state long enough to have grown a bit used to the cold weather.. and if she were to get too cold, she would simply bring up her new little trick she had found playing with her fire. “I highly doubt ya came here ta give me fashion advice. An’ if ya don’t like it well..” She motioned upwards to where he had come from. “You can get yer happy ass back on yer bike.”
Biting his lip, Syx gave into that horrible little impulse that always caused these issues. Stepping forward he snagged a finger around that bottom button and tugged lightly, “No one said anything about not enjoying it.”
It was a struggle for a moment to recall what he’d come for instead of making an attempt to silence her horrible mouth with his lips, smoke and all. Closing his smoldering green eyes and quelling the kindled fire that always crept up around her… and it was a fiery passion no matter which way it burned on a given day between anger and lust.
Licking his lips, he restarted, “I have a problem I need your assistance with.”
friend: how many AU’s you want
me: Just fuck me up
Pre-established Relationship Meme – 💙 Complicated XD (((with Drago all its complicated.))
“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”
Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips.
“Do you even know where we are? Did we move when I wasn’t looking? Otherwise, your confusing sand storms and snow storms,” Bluebell replied with a raised eyebrow. Taking another chug from her beer she waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, mister one track mind.”
“Doom Syndicate is run by Psycho Delic. Tall ass purple guy with atrocious fashion sense. Looks like someone rolled him through a thrift store from the 80s. Mostly he sells drugs. Depending on which one you get it could be hard stuff or not. There’s a few running around? All the doubles and shit. One guy has some bitching clubs,” Bell laughed, “He has a whole crew of other super villains, but the roster changes based on who you get. Either way, they have the mistaken impression of their own power. It’s funny and I just like messing with them.”
-Yes, you moved some inches for the weight of your head. – Drago thought while rolled his eyes dramatically –
the things that interests him more, was the information, not the weather or her crazy experiments, to fake she has powers. – “for the description you re giving me, makes them look more like a common gang or a casual mafia. There is anything else that give them the title of villain? sounds pretty lame to me. “ Drago frowned, very dissapointed about it. “How many are they?”.
“Dude, the fuck separates a gang from a villain?” Bluebell arched her eyebrows, “Presentation! They’re the fucking Doom Syndicate. Gonna stick to the one’s I’ve fought cuz I know them best, k?”
She bounced up to her feet, pacing and gesturing as she spoke, “Psycho, he’s the purple one, smoke powers man. And drugs. He can fuck you up! Ever had an acid trip? Not just that either. Chlorine gas. Nerve toxin. Doesn’t have a limit that I know. Saw him drop a fucker with this fucking twisted grin as he and that bitch daughter of his were just laughing. Never even touched the guy but the dude just started choking and skin burst out into damn boils.”
“Then the rest of the team! So Hot Flash, flaming pink hair, you can’t miss her, rumor has it she burning a whole town down in Louisianna. To fucking aaaassssh. The whole thing. Personally, I’ve seen her fire and it scares the shit out of me. Bitch is crazy and she burned a bar to the ground cuz a guy slapped her ass. Fun to drink with, though, and damn can she kill a pool table. That was a fun night! Ha!” Bell laughed.
“I told you about the Crimson Fucker? That’s Psycho Delic’s daughter. Fiery Hell Cat, that one. More fire, bad mouth. Rather wild and totally fucking glued to her dad’s hip. Daddy’s little Princess,” she teased with a giggle, she actually really liked Lyn, but she was still going to tease her.
“Last but not least! The Destruction Worker! He’s their accountant, but don’t picture a nerdy little thing. He is really fucking good at manipulating number, though. Fuck me! I hacked their accounts once and daaaaaaaaamn I wish I could afford to have him do mine as well! But I digress. He’s a mountain of a guy, I swear he must take those things bodybuilders take, and again, flipping crazy. No powers, just tech. Trademark is JackHammers and an orange cone and destroying major buildings and bridges throughout the city,” she snorted. While she respected the man’s brilliance in finance, he was a short-sighted moron in villainy.
“Other than that, it’s mostly goons,” she shrugged, “Not sure about the roster of the other team. But standard seems to be three to five powerful individuals.”
doES ANYONE ELSE MAKE THE EXPRESSION OF THEIR CHARACTER WHEN THEY’RE DRAWING OR WRITING OR WHISPER THEIR DIALOGUE TO YOURSELF TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WORD TO USE TO DESCRIBE HOW THEY SAID IT BC I SURE DO
Can’t Get Enough
“HA! You’re full of it if you think I’m stopping at 102 and you’re damn straight I’m gonna make you count every kiss,” Bluebell chuckled, sliding down the wall, more relaxed now, “They ain’t all gonna be on your mouth neither~” she purred, running a finger around the lip of her cup.
“I’ll see about the pics,” she sighed, it wasn’t like she had any of her bots with her, “If not this time… maybe there will be a next time…” the idea was sort of nice the more she thought about it.
“Oh you devilish fiend! I guess i’ll just have to go along for the ride~” Wyn purrs in return and hums happily while laying on the couch, scratching idly at her stomach.
Next time, eh?
“Do you think they’ll go for it. I mean, it’s gunna be all peaches an’ cream ain’t it?” She asks, pulling a pillow under her head and gazing up at the ceiling.
“I mean if they don’t, well… Think we can get a toy to emulate that guy’s junk huh?” Chuckling, Wyn closed her eyes and tried to imagine Bluebell between a male version of herself and a male version of her lover.
“Damnit Bell i’m SUPER jelly like for real now.”
“Oh man, either waaaaaaay we gotta get some bigger toys baby,” Bell sighed happily, “I wanna use it on you too baby girl.”
“And I don’t know,” she chewed her lower lip, “I still gotta talk to them some more about it. Just needed to hear your voice, my sugar tits,” Bell smiled into the phone and groaned as she took another sip of cocoa, “Fuck how is chocolate always heaven? Ugh. And I knoooooooow you jelly baby. You always jelly o’ this sweet ass. I will be your wing man, we are gonna see what these boys got, k my honey baby sugar momma?”
Personal Investigation
“Brain bot numbering system? How would I…” Roxanne paled a bit, did she even know her Megamind well enough to know him from a double? She wanted to believe yes… but…
Shaking her head, she focused on Wayne instead, “It has to still be my Wayne. Even if he hasn’t wanted to have a movie night in ages…”
“Did you take him up on it? The movie night?” Harrison asked lazily. He was in no hurry and while he wasn’t unsympathetic to her distress, he figured someone ought to teach these newbies the rules.
“What? No, he was the one that turned me down,” Roxanne frowned, “Normally we’d watch romantic comedies and stupid campy stuff and eat ice cream and drink… it was a monthly ritual,” one that had been all but abandoned lately.
Not having the appetite for the rest of her donut, she rubbed her arms, “You really think that I could have been the only one to come here?”
13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?
13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?
Generally, Roxanne is an optimistic realist. She knows the world can be dark but she genuinely believes in the strength of humanity and that in the end what is right and just will triumph. In the specific, she has little faith in people not to be horrible assholes. Her work as a journalist has jaded her both with the horrible attitudes and prejudices of her coworkers and the insanity of behavior she’s seen from the public. She always tries to bit her tongue and take these things in stride with a smile.
This is one of the reasons she enjoys her time with Megamind. She doesn’t have to wear a fake smile around him. She is always in desperate need of someone to take out her frustrations and sass on. Mostly because being labeled a bitch at work would have serious complications.
14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?
Roxanne has always sought out the underdog stories and to expose corruption. One of her first passion projects was to expose the double standards in the public school for students of different backgrounds. She feels very strongly in the to have public spaces and affordable education. She rarely is given leave to report on the interests she wants, but she always does everything she can to support and report on the places of learning and public recreation in the city. Feeling that many of the issues in the city could be healed through getting people on more even footing through education and pay.
Faith wise… she’s undecided. She’s explored a lot of options but can’t settle on one. Her parents were Christian, but she’s leaned more towards spiritual in general. Not having found a fit in either Buddhism or Daoism.
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