thingsarentastheyappear asked:

*Glares but still smiles* It is, kinda kinky. Me all girly up on you. *Slaps him again, not helping the giggle*

*He rolled his eyes* Yeah, yeah. Beat up the immortal. It’s all fun and games until I have to regrow a eye.

thingsarentastheyappear asked:

*She shakes her head again and brings up a hand to pat his cheek not as gently as it could have been* Ass.

*He wagged his brows* Kinky.

thingsarentastheyappear asked:

Stop you're making me blush more! When I'm normal, I don't think I even have veins in my cheeks to make me blush! *She shakes her head, which was pressed against his, trying not to smile as much*

Too bad, I’m not stopping. This is far too much fun.

thingsarentastheyappear asked:

*She blushes when a girlish giggle bubbles up in her throat when she's picked up so effortlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist* Yeah, okay, much better.

*He beamed, putting his forehead against hers* That was the single most adorable thing I’ve heard.

threepatchdetective:

asksylargray:

threepatchdetective:

asksylar:

threepatchdetective:

asksylar:

Sylar walked up to Sherlock, looking around. “Alright, I’m about as clued into what’s going on as Bush knew how to be president.” He said, looking to Sherlock. “What the Hell is going on?”

Sherlock held a hand up, shushing him. He speaks in barely a whisper.

“We’re in what she’s trying to call a testing course. A series of puzzles, as it were, equal parts intelligence and physical endurance. Essentially designed to kill, but they’re all possible. And she’s obviously lying about the cake. Disappointingly transparent for an AI.” 

He grimaces and peers around a corner.

“Sylar, do you know how a portal gun works?”

Sylar shrugged. “I assume it’s like any other gun. You aim and shoot.” He looked around again, frowning. He had no clue what the hell was going on and the words Sherlock spoke only translated that they were in some sort of game and they had to go through it. “I don’t use guns anyway. All powerful and all that jazz.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and held up the gun.

“See that wall? We need to get to the other side of it. There are droids in the way that will shoot the instant they recognise something in their field. Not a problem for you, but it’s a bit of an inconvenience for me.” He leans around the corner and fires the gun with a loud zap, pulling back quickly, eyes wild.

“I’ve just shot a blue portal on that wall.” He gestures to the portal toggle on the side of the gun. “Since that one is blue, we need an orange one. I know it sounds like nonsense, but things will go much more smoothy if you take my word as gospel. Hand me a cube.”

Sylar was smiling some in amusement at all of this. He pulled the pack from his back and opened it, getting a cube and handing it to Sherlock, putting the pack back on. “Whatever you say buttercup. I’m getting a kick out of this.”

He glares at ‘buttercup’ but doesn’t dwell on it, turning the cube in his hands in confusion. his fingers brush a catch on the corner and it quickly unfolds, nearly quadrupling in size.

“Telescoping cubes,” he muttered. “Useful.”

He toggled the gun and shot an orange portal on the wall near them. In a swirl of colour, the passage beyond the far wall was visible. He hefted the cube and hurled it through the portal. There was a metallic clang and a sigh.

“Don’t ask. Run.”

Sherlock took off through the portal, coat billowing behind him.

Sylar watched all of this with a raised brow until Sherlock suddenly dashed off. “What are you- HEY!” He ran forward and jumped into the portal. “The fuck- you’re going to be explaining all of this when we aren’t being ‘tested’.”

mattmindsweeper asked:

I really hurt now, Sylar, staying away from you sure hurts. But hey, doing what that anon wanted would hurt a heck of a lot more.

thingsarentastheyappear asked:

*Rolls her eyes but stays on her toes* I feel like a little munchkin. Who knew I'd be such a manly woman. *Grins up at him*

*Grins back before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist* Better?

thingsarentastheyappear asked:

Pucker up I was shipped with you, surprise surprise. *Goes on tippy-toes and kisses him*

*Chuckles and wraps his arms around her* You’re adorable like this.

threepatchdetective:

asksylar:

threepatchdetective:

asksylar:

Sylar walked up to Sherlock, looking around. “Alright, I’m about as clued into what’s going on as Bush knew how to be president.” He said, looking to Sherlock. “What the Hell is going on?”

Sherlock held a hand up, shushing him. He speaks in barely a whisper.

“We’re in what she’s trying to call a testing course. A series of puzzles, as it were, equal parts intelligence and physical endurance. Essentially designed to kill, but they’re all possible. And she’s obviously lying about the cake. Disappointingly transparent for an AI.” 

He grimaces and peers around a corner.

“Sylar, do you know how a portal gun works?”

Sylar shrugged. “I assume it’s like any other gun. You aim and shoot.” He looked around again, frowning. He had no clue what the hell was going on and the words Sherlock spoke only translated that they were in some sort of game and they had to go through it. “I don’t use guns anyway. All powerful and all that jazz.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and held up the gun.

“See that wall? We need to get to the other side of it. There are droids in the way that will shoot the instant they recognise something in their field. Not a problem for you, but it’s a bit of an inconvenience for me.” He leans around the corner and fires the gun with a loud zap, pulling back quickly, eyes wild.

“I’ve just shot a blue portal on that wall.” He gestures to the portal toggle on the side of the gun. “Since that one is blue, we need an orange one. I know it sounds like nonsense, but things will go much more smoothy if you take my word as gospel. Hand me a cube.”

Sylar was smiling some in amusement at all of this. He pulled the pack from his back and opened it, getting a cube and handing it to Sherlock, putting the pack back on. “Whatever you say buttercup. I’m getting a kick out of this.”

ipreferdominatrix:

asksylargray:

ipreferdominatrix:

A…shapeshifter.  I can’t say I’ve met one of those before.  Well…No, no I can’t.

What brings you to my humble blog, Sylar?

You should see some of my other tricks.

Just mucking around, finding my way about. Love a good Irene, me.

A good Irene?  Dear me, Sylar, you’ve stumbled across a naughty one.

Unfortunately I’m afraid my heart is not as susceptible to tricks as it once was.  Brainy is the new sexy, haven’t you heard?

I find your choice of word amusing. Brainy, hm? Well, how many people do you know that can look at a brain and see where a ability has manifested than able to produce it inside your own mind and use it as well?

lettersfrommagneto:

asksylar:

lettersfrommagneto:

asksylar:

lettersfrommagneto:

URGHHH!!

Post limits. They have replaced Peter as the new bane of my existence.

ooc: Can finally post on my main Sylar. Will be continuing threads on there.

http://asksylar.tumblr.com/

predictably-spock:

asksylargray:

predictably-spock:

asksylargray:

predictably-spock:

asksylargray:

predictably-spock:

asksylargray:

predictably-spock:

asksylargray:

predictably-spock:

1. 
   asksylargray started following you
2. 
   imafangirlnotadoctor started following you
3. 
   notanescalator started following you

I don’t understand the sudden interest in me but hello.

Yes you do.

I know this is Jim’s doing but I do not know why he feels the need to put me on display, as it were.

Yes you do. You know he knows that it, to a half Vulcan degree,  it both confuses and annoy’s you and gives him pleasure.

Come now, Spock. I know you’re smarter then this.

I do not see how any of this is your business.

It’s not. I just like watching you tick. The half human, half Vulcan mind is something that fascinates me. 

-eyes the stranger warily- It is more Vulcan than human, I assure you.

Only because you want it to be. If you really wanted to be a full Vulcan you would have purged your human side, but we both know why you don’t want that.

Oh? -raises an eyebrow- And why is that?

Because that would mean losing the side you love. The side your mother gave to you.

-narrows his eyes- I would ask how you know this but I have a feeling I will not like the answer.

You’d be surprised at the information you get with the right face.

ooc: Honest to God one of the best Johnlock fics I have ever read

http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/8651.html?thread=39736011

I’m already in love with teacher/student, but HOLY FUCK!

I need more Johnlock smut fics goddamn it