Author: syxblue

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“Well, do you have a mode of transportation then? Because I’m taking the car.”

“If i’ means goin’ somewhere wi’ ya?” Though she did appreciate the offer of food, as far as that went. “No’ now I don’.”

“I don’t get this at all. What did you expect? The restaurant to be right next to us? How do you even get around the city? OR EVEN GET HERE for that matter?”

“Do you honestly think I’m going to harm or kidnap a pregnant woman?”

azlariel :

With that quick motion Azlariel immediately freezes, trying to keep himself out of sight. Though that effort is abandoned not long after it’s first attempted, gait slow still as he steps out of hiding.

Minion closed up the lid to the box now filled with fish and turned to the stranger. Well, that was certainly new… A fish man? Swap monster? Alien? Mutant? 

Setting aside the ice chest, he gave the being a little wave, “Hello?”

Halloween Town

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

Looking around in wonder, Bluebell was glad she never went anywhere without her de-gun on her. Just in case. Still… nothing her looked terrifying, more just… unsettling. Like watching that girl’s head spin around. That was… yeah that was fucked up.

Placing a hand on her hip, Bell looked up at the taller girl, “Digging the gothic princess look. Just don’t tell me you’re the witch of Halloweens past. Because I am not interested in changing my evil ways.” 

She was still somewhat worried one of the candies she’d eaten earlier was laced with something. Maybe Psycho Delic had gassed her as a holiday prank?

Scarborough arched an eyebrow, then threw back her head and cackled, grinning her skeleton grin. It fit just as well on her own rag doll face as it did on her father’s skull. “Oh, Branwenn, you were right!” she exclaimed, talking to the raven on her shoulder. “This one really is new to Halloween Town!” She flicked a lock of auburn and jet yarn-like hair over her unoccupied shoulder and turned her attention back to the costumed being. “If I were a witch, I’d be flying about with them. I’m Scarborough Skellington, Princess of the Pumpkin Patch,” she said with another joyous cackle.

Bluebell arched her eyebrows at the girl, that smile really made her feel like this had to be a dream, “Halloween town huh?” rocking back on her heels with her hands on her hips, she decided it was best just to roll with it for now, “Megamind, Incredibly Criminal Genius Handsome Mistress of all Villainy of Metrocity.”

She rhymed the city name with atrocity, as in her mind, that’s what it was. Her chin held high, she grinned widely, showing her real teeth under the painted on ones, “But you can just call me, Megamind.”

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT: all that lovely blue skin of yours showing through those black straps will be delicious~  ]

[TXT MSG: I would make quite a lovely little harem boy for you in that, wouldn’t I?  You might have to use your talented tongue to lick between each eyelet of lace…. ]

[TXT: I’d lick every inch of visible blue skin, nibbling the wide open areas on your sides and back and legs and neck, working my way up and down your body~ ]

[TXT MSG: God I would love being all yours to nibble.  *sighs and nuzzles your forehead with my own, wanting the affection and attention from my overlord* ]

[TXT: *nuzzles you back* my arms are aching for you to be in them rn my captive ]

“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

shitpostingrick:

syx-blue:

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“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

“Absolutely precious,” Minion cooed.

“Not normally, no…” Minion shrugged. The warehouse district was hardly a place for children. Speaking of which, “You aren’t alone, are you?”

Dana looked down.
“Yes….Please don’t tell daddy.”
The child had wandered off to this remote location.

“How far away is your daddy, little Miss?” Minion really didn’t like the idea of a child wandering around in the evening alone. Especially not on a night like this with so much potential for young punks and candy thieving. Candy was a precious thing to a child after all.

Also, it was a bad neighborhood. Even if Sir and him suppressed the worst of it. 

Can’t Get Enough

syx-blue:

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

“Shut up.” Wayne groans, hiding his face against Sheldon’s chest once more and grumbling in embarrassment.

When she began that, Wayne went even redder and grabbed a couch pillow, chucking it at her with a frown.

“That’s gross, don’t even go there.” Wayne growls, then when Sheldon brought that up, he bit his lip and hummed.

“Well when it was wrapped around me and I had my hand down there, felt a fair few bumps~” He purrs against his lover’s skin and slips a hand down inside of his robe to stroke his slim hip gently.

“Reminds me, I never really counted yours~” He knew how old Sheldon was, but really he just wanted to tease and work his lover up, in front of Bell.

Sheldon let out a soft whine, rising up with his hands on Wayne’s shoulders, “You’d best do a thorough job, just to be sure,” he gasped, cheeks flushed as he looked back towards Bell, “You could always… help him keep the number straight.”

He had a feeling that she wanted to see him just as much as he did her. To see a tentacle that wasn’t his own… god, he never thought he’d have the opportunity. 

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Biting her finger, Bluebell sat in rapt fascination, one hand wandering between her legs as she got comfortable. Just cupping herself as her eyes darkened, “You are naughty boys.”

Smirking, she commented, “You got plenty of bumps yourself there, big boy. Gotta say, I love that pretty ring too~”

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT: all that lovely blue skin of yours showing through those black straps will be delicious~  ]

[TXT MSG: I would make quite a lovely little harem boy for you in that, wouldn’t I?  You might have to use your talented tongue to lick between each eyelet of lace…. ]

[TXT: I’d lick every inch of visible blue skin, nibbling the wide open areas on your sides and back and legs and neck, working my way up and down your body~ ]

Attempts To Be Made

syx-blue:

humansofmetrocity:

syx-blue:

“Then you are going to be painfully disappointed,” Megamind huffed, not really sure what was up with Roxanne today. Maybe it was a hormone thing? He was aware from his uncles that women occasionally grew odd and required chocolate, though Aunt Sarah always rolled her eyes. Yet she did always accept the chocolate. Best not to question it really. 

Taking Roxanne’s shoulders, Megamind lead her over to the invisible car, unsure if this was easier or harder to do when she was awake. Opening the trunk of the invisible hudson, there was revealed to be, as he said, a good deal of rope and the kidnapping bag along with a spare tire and a bag of groceries he’d had to grab on the way over. He needed his damn poptarts after how today had been going. Especially considering he’d be spending the next week after the battle in jail with the crap food there. Maybe less if the escape plan went well.

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“The bag is not up for debate, Miss Ritchi,” Megamind lifted an eyebrow, “Though if you continue to coo-oporate, we can skip the ropes. At least until we arrive at the site for my glorious battle with Metro Mahn,” he played up his accent with a villainous chuckle. Dear god, he hoped Wayne was at least in form today. Then maybe he’d at least have something go right.

Roxanne glances at the groceries but sees nothing too easily accessible, suddenly sorry she’d skipped lunch in anticipation of cooking a big one-pot meal that night. She curls her lip at the burlap bag and turns to her “captor” with a frustrated pout, “Did you at least wash it this time?”

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She gingerly plucks the bag between thumb and forefinger, then goes to claim the front passenger seat and buckle in. Rolling the bag up into a blindfold, she ties it around her head, taking care to leave her nose and mouth free and not mess up her hair too much. “Will that work?” A quick swipe over her shoulder ensures the mic is still in place, capturing their conversation and any other audio clues. “You ever thought about building a self-driving car? Then you could blot out the windows to keep your ‘lair’ a secret on the way.”

Megamind sighed dramatically, “Miss Ritchi, if the bag smells it’s your own fault. The only head that’s been inside it is yours,” and they did actually wash it a least every other month, but not every kidnapping. He just couldn’t see the point. It was hardly ever used for crying out loud! Scowling at her makeshift blindfold, Megamind shook his head, grumbling under his breath, “If it gets you in the car.”

He did still grab a length of rope and taking her hands tied them together. The knotwork was professional and kept any pressure off her blood vessels and tendons while still restricting movement. For good measure, he looped the other end to the dash of the car so that she was no longer able to reach up high enough to remove the blindfold. The movements, however, had him leaning over her as he worked, his breath on her neck, “With your cooperation, Miss Ritchi, we can be on our way.”