Author: syxblue

Pre-established Relationship Meme – 💙 Complicated XD (((with Drago all its complicated.))

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

“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.”

Attempts To Be Made

syx-blue:

humansofmetrocity:

“Okay, you know what, Megamind,” Roxanne tilts her head and contemplates whether she really wants to get tied up, and ruin this nice new powder-blue blazer she just got with her leftover birthday cash, “For the sake of playing along, I’m going to pretend that ‘rope’ is actually code for ‘chocolate,’ and then come see what you have in the trunk. And where it is exactly that you want to go.”

image

“And that you’ve somehow managed to make a code that isn’t entirely literal.” The bemused reporter chuckles softly, still not sure how a man who can build the things he does still can’t figure out how to obfuscate his intentions at least a little. At least it makes her job easier. She shakes her head and shrugs, “Lead the way to your invisible parking space, I guess?”

“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.

image

“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.

Attempts To Be Made

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

humansofmetrocity:

syx-blue:

As Megamind tried to shift his grip as she moved, thwarted by not using his full strength on her as after all he didn’t want to hurt her, he blushed as his hand touched something soft. Oh evil gods above. Trying to play it cool he, placed his other hand beside her head, locking green eyes with her blue.

image

“We are forgoing the knockout spray on this kidnapping, Miss Ritchi,” he explained as if it was the plan all along, “I shall, however, require that you withhold your screams of utter terror until we are properly in position for the main event. We wouldn’t want your boyfriend in tights crashing the party early, now would we?” 

image

Roxanne can’t help but roll her eyes. Why oh why do people insist that she’s dating Metro Man? “You do realize, his super hearing can pick us up, whether I scream or not. But there’s a party? You would have to have something pretty enticing in order to get me to just… come along willingly.” She reaches up to brush his arm out of her way, freeing up the other one in the same motion. Tucking her fingers into the shallow pockets of her jeans, she turns to head back on her way with a sly glance over her shoulder. “You’d need something chocolate, at the very least.”

“Oh ho ho, only if said party is the terror of all Metrocity!” Megamind did one of his best evil laughs before scowling at her, “I will tie you up if I have to Miss Ritchi. I do always keep rope in the trunk of the invisible car.”

image

Leaning in close, he couldn’t help but purr, “And you know how good my knotwork is, temptress. Don’t think I won’t.”

“Hi! I’m Dana!” A tiny alien smiled up at him. “How are you?!”

shitpostingrick:

“Daddy says that stealing is bad only if I get caughted. I didn’t get caughted.”
The child struck a pose.
“I’m gonna…be a evil viwwan!”

shitpostingrick:

syx-blue:

Megamind pulled up short, blinking down at the small child? a hand drawing up to his chest as he peered dow at her. Black cape pulled around him, the blue man rocked back on his heels, “My! Aren’t you interesting!”

“Megamind, Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy,” he boasted with a smirk, “And I’m deplorably bad, which is good. For the sake of bad.”

“Daddy says that stealing is bad only if I get caughted. I didn’t get caughted.”
The child struck a pose.
“I’m gonna…be a evil viwwan!”

“Stealings bad even if you don’t get caught,” Megamind explained holding up a finger, “But not getting caught is the most important part.”

image

As she posed, he couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face, “And is the little villainess does get caught, the other important thing is knowing how to get out of a pair of handcuffs.”

♋

1000liveslived:

sincerest-flattery:

syx-blue:

Send ♋ For Our Muses To Swap Bodies!

He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened. 

Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair. 

WHAT?!

Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.  

@sincerest-flattery

“It.. please say it is.” Veda speaks up, voice sounding thin and thready as she stares at the pair in front of her. One of them looking as familiar as a simple glance in a mirror, the other someone she doesn’t know.

She flinches away at first when nudged by the nearby Brainbot, hesitating before reaching out one shaky hand in order to take the wrench it was holding. Surprised by it actually having weight, at first, before turning away in order to throw the oddly-heavy object. Though her first attempt is clumsy.

@1000liveslived

With whoever it was occupying her mate’s body being highly unhelpful, Anna merely sighed, rolling her shoulders just a bit. She didn’t mind at all that Syx stepped closer to her, looking over at him then to Syx’s body. 

“..Whatever it is we will figure it out,” She assured them both. “Just… give me a second,” She held up a finger, licking her lips a moment as she tried to think. “..If this was magic.. perhaps I can try to scent it?” She prompted, looking over to Syx as she spoke, unsure if it would even work..

@syx-blue

Syx shrugged helplessly at her, “Your guess is as good as mine, tiger. All my senses are fucked.”

Bolstering up his courage, Syx marched his ass over to the person in his body, “Who are you anyway? And what is wrong with me? This isn’t how humans feel? Is it?”

It couldn’t be. Everything was easy and light. He never even lost his breath running over here. This body couldn’t be human. It just couldn’t be. 

@sincerest-flattery 

Attempts To Be Made

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

humansofmetrocity:

syx-blue:

“OW!” Megamind jerked, and wrestled for control to get her into the shadow of the alley before yanking her arms around to try and pin her to the wall. Strength at least was on his side, though thin he’d learned to fight dirty in the prison yard and his alien biology made him stronger and more durable than he looked.

image

“Ha ha ha, Miss Ritchi,” he deadpanned, “We both know how well that worked out last time,” he tried to think of his quirk of anatomy as a biological blessing, not having external genitalia to be vulnerable to such attacks and not something that just made him freakish and alien.

“Oh,” Roxanne visibly relaxes at the sound of her attacker’s voice and turns her back to the wall. “It’s you. Just means I’d have to find a different soft spot.”

image

Roxanne tries her best to cross her arms over her chest, around the intrusion of the villain’s strong grip. She succeeds in accidentally pinning his hand under her arm on one side, and surreptitiously reaching for the switch to her hidden microphone on the other side.

“What do you want, Megamind?”

It’s not lost on her that the blue-skinned genius seems to be using more physical force tonight than usual, though she declines to comment rather than skirting awkwardly around a hastily-worded query. 

As Megamind tried to shift his grip as she moved, thwarted by not using his full strength on her as after all he didn’t want to hurt her, he blushed as his hand touched something soft. Oh evil gods above. Trying to play it cool he, placed his other hand beside her head, locking green eyes with her blue.

image

“We are forgoing the knockout spray on this kidnapping, Miss Ritchi,” he explained as if it was the plan all along, “I shall, however, require that you withhold your screams of utter terror until we are properly in position for the main event. We wouldn’t want your boyfriend in tights crashing the party early, now would we?” 

Attempts To Be Made

humansofmetrocity:

syx-blue:

Readying the can of knockout spray, Megamind shook it up. The sound of the rattle proved that this was yet another thing that was going to pile problem after problem on his week. The can was empty.

Muttering under his breath, “Horrible creation of science! How hard is it to pack a refill?” he angrily tossed the can away, only to flinch at the noise it made. But it was far too late to come up with a new plan now, there was Roxanne! Cursing internally, he dodged out of sight, heart pounding. 

It had to be now. Dashing out from the shadows, he grabbed Roxanne from behind. With one hand over her mouth, Megamind pulled her back into the alley.

Roxanne looks up as she tucks her phone away, swearing she’d heard a soft, muffled rattling sound? She nearly jumps out of her skin when it’s followed shortly by a hollow metallic clang, no more than a few feet away. “Is somebody out there?  I warn you, I know-”

But the wary reporter’s threat is cut off with a gloved hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist, dragging her back into the shadows. Her worst fears confirmed, Roxanne screams as loud as she can through the fingers, then bites down on one of them and throws a kick back behind her, struggling to duck under the arm and break free.

“Let me GO or the next kick goes somewhere soft.”

“OW!” Megamind jerked, and wrestled for control to get her into the shadow of the alley before yanking her arms around to try and pin her to the wall. Strength at least was on his side, though thin he’d learned to fight dirty in the prison yard and his alien biology made him stronger and more durable than he looked.

“Ha ha ha, Miss Ritchi,” he deadpanned, “We both know how well that worked out last time,” he tried to think of his quirk of anatomy as a biological blessing, not having external genitalia to be vulnerable to such attacks and not something that just made him freakish and alien.

Attempts To Be Made

humansofmetrocity:

syx-blue:

|| @humansofmetrocity || 

Megamind had been having an off week, nothing had quite gone as planned. Delay after delay as he fought to get first the parts he needed and then had the contraption literally explode in his face. So there was downtime and healing and Minion being a worried nanny. But damn it! He desperately needed to get this plot moving!

As Minion was putting the final touches on the slap dash ‘tourture’ device Roxanne would be strapped to today, Megamind prepared to kidnap Miss Ritchi himself. This was the easy part. He just needed to surprise her and get her in the car. And hope to god she wasn’t in a bad mood or wearing stilettos.  That was a lesson he only needed to learn once.

image

Back against the wall of the alley where he’d parked the invisible car, he waited for her to exit the news station. According to her work schedule that he’d hacked from her computer, she should be done from work about now…

Roxanne is just wrapping up for the night, having put out a few queries for interview appointments with the Mayor and the warden of Metro City Prison on Tuesday and Wednesday, respectively. She’s just replying to a text from her mother as she logs out for the night and elbows her way out the front of the station door, waffling over how firm to be with her response. She really does NOT want to get dragged into Thanksgiving dinner at the old family friend’s house, an hour away, but it’s not like she has an actual excuse to use.

Roxanne sighs and sends it off, leaving it as a “maybe.”

Readying the can of knockout spray, Megamind shook it up. The sound of the rattle proved that this was yet another thing that was going to pile problem after problem on his week. The can was empty.

Muttering under his breath, “Horrible creation of science! How hard is it to pack a refill?” he angrily tossed the can away, only to flinch at the noise it made. But it was far too late to come up with a new plan now, there was Roxanne! Cursing internally, he dodged out of sight, heart pounding. 

It had to be now. Dashing out from the shadows, he grabbed Roxanne from behind. With one hand over her mouth, Megamind pulled her back into the alley.

Attempts To Be Made

|| @humansofmetrocity || 

Megamind had been having an off week, nothing had quite gone as planned. Delay after delay as he fought to get first the parts he needed and then had the contraption literally explode in his face. So there was downtime and healing and Minion being a worried nanny. But damn it! He desperately needed to get this plot moving!

As Minion was putting the final touches on the slap dash ‘tourture’ device Roxanne would be strapped to today, Megamind prepared to kidnap Miss Ritchi himself. This was the easy part. He just needed to surprise her and get her in the car. And hope to god she wasn’t in a bad mood or wearing stilettos.  That was a lesson he only needed to learn once.

image

Back against the wall of the alley where he’d parked the invisible car, he waited for her to exit the news station. According to her work schedule that he’d hacked from her computer, she should be done from work about now…