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rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

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

@syx-blue

“Big difference between thinking and knowing, skinny.” With that familiar and in her opinion tired line making an appearance, Rockatoo simply rolls her eyes in response. Dignifying that with a verbal answer wasn’t worth it.

“Oh very well, if you insist of a dem-on-stration, I shall provide!” he snorted, slipping back into English.

Megamind did adore the spotlight and a chance to show off when it was on his terms. Looking around for something worthy, he grinned at her and turned. Sprinting at a nearby brick wall he pushed off of it and jumped up, grabbing the fire escape. With a contortion of his body, Megamind hooked his feet on the railing and pulled himself up. Swinging over the bar, he perched on it smugly.

“Let me see” (Anna)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Huffing Syx tried to wave her off, “It’s fine really.” 

Actually, it was embarrassing as the bruises were revealed. As his tight suit was peeled back, dark bruises covered his arms and sides courtesy of a hard staff. Those weren’t the ones he didn’t want to show, though.

Wrapping his arms around her, Syx just sighed. This wasn’t going to get easier.

“This was being careful. Bruises are a good thing… really…” he kissed her head and pulled away enough to finish stripping. Hissing in a bit of pain as he pulled off his underwear and turned to head to the bathroom, hoping she wouldn’t notice the the bruise on his crotch. It was embarrassing. All the more because it was going to kill his sex drive tonight.

Seeing the true extent of the injuries he had suffered had Anna’s hand moving up to cover her mouth, her eyes widening fractionally. Rather than making a scene about it, however, she took a deep breath to calm herself, her eyes closing as she did. When they opened again, her expression of concern was clear as day before she turned. 

She left for a while, but when she returned she had an ice pack covered by a thin cloth. Handing it to him, she held her other hand out palm up, a couple pills in her hand. “For any swelling,” She urged gently. 

Syx took the pills but shrugged, “These don’t really work well on me.”

Pressing the ice to the worst of the swelling, he leaned his head on her, “I’ll be fine. I promise. They’ll heal before you know it,” he was covered in scars, she had to understand that wounds happened. She’d been covered in battle scars once too… but no more. They had disappeared with the ears. Something that was Emma and not Anna. A part of him hoped she was still his warrior woman. 

đź’™ (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

As he stood, Syx could smell the pain on her without even looking back. Hunching his shoulders more, he gave a half hearted wave. It was better this way. For them to not getting any closer. To keep from having to lie over and over again.

—–

The next time Syx was in the shop it was without his disguise. Without even a plan. Half delirious and stumbling he let himself into the tattoo shop. It was too hard to keep going and he couldn’t think straight from whatever Psycho had hit him with.

Slumping down in the parlor chair he idle giggled to himself as he browsed through tattoo art until he fell asleep. Still laying in the chair come morning as the sun rose.

The way Syx had left had affected Paige more than she would care to let on. All her life she had people who took her in, people who she let into her heart, only for them to crush down on her feelings and her heart. Because of it, the woman had developed an issue of abandonment.. and to her, it was exactly what Syx had done to her. 

That morning, she had to come in early because she had forgot her purse. Slipping her key into the door, she breezed in without thinking, without checking to see if anybody was there.. 

So when she saw Megamind himself sitting there, she let out a sharp scream, scrambling back as her heart leaped to her throat. Though the scream was mostly because he had scared the shit out of her, when she was not expecting anybody to be there. 

Syx jerk awake violently at the scream, heart racing. Falling bodily out of the chair, he hit his head on the way down, “OW! My giant blue head!”

Curled over, he cradled his cranium on the floor, “damnit,” coming out in a soft whisper. Straightening and looking toward the source of the scream, the blue alien tried to recall what had even happened last night. His memories where haze and disjointed, the bags under his eyes showing how badly he’d slept.

Finally recognizing the woman before him. He must have come to see his Uncle Mickey. It made more sense than the vague recollection of being chased by living shadows and haunting looking mannequins. He murmured, “Oh… heeey… Paige, I don’t suppose you know how I… got here?”

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Pulling his cape around him as if he could hide in it, Syx made himself small. Eyes closed and just breathing. A blue child. A blue hybrid child. He might have had one… the memory haunted him always. What if he had kept the egg? If it had been a child? 

Shuddering, he forced the memories down. It wasn’t just him. His species wouldn’t die with him. Feeling lost, Syx just stared blankly at his female counterpart. The whole situation so entirely different that he no longer had even the vaguest idea of what to do.

Still cautious, it’s with some hesitance first that Megamind almost reached out to Syx before he looks up and begins staring at her. At which she herself draws back, back straight and standing unconsciously taller; the blank look on the other alien’s face doesn’t give her any hints at what he was thinking at this distance.

Falling back on her old habit of bravado came easily, but not soon enough to prevent a confused-sounding “Is something wrong?”

Realizing just how badly cracked his mask had become, Syx tried to force his expression to better fit into his villainous role. Expression ending up looking far stiffer and pained then intended, Syx’s voice was harsh even to his ears, “Of course not! Why would there be?”

Jaw set he rose to his feet in a sharp movement. His cape drawn around himself as a protective shield. Home and Minion were the things echoing through his mind. Yet part of him swayed, wanting to spend more time with another member of his own species. The first he’d even known since he came to this miserable rock. 

“What happens now?” more asked to himself than to her. 

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Syx was still in too much awe to fully process what he was being told, eyes locked on the picture of the boy, “A new generation… not the last…”

Suddenly it was too much. The emotions of the day, the stress he’d been under. Eyes beginning to water, Syx wrapped his arms around himself. He wasn’t the last of his kind. A woman, a blue woman with a blue son, sat before him. Not alone. Never before had he realized just how lonely of a burden that thought had truly been.

Turned away just long enough to shut the hologram off, Megamind turns back to Syx just in time to see his reaction to the video. Not having expected quite that response, she’s taken aback, pushing back her own uncertainty in order to be able to speak up. “No, not the last.”

She sounds cautious this time, not knowing what would happen next.

Pulling his cape around him as if he could hide in it, Syx made himself small. Eyes closed and just breathing. A blue child. A blue hybrid child. He might have had one… the memory haunted him always. What if he had kept the egg? If it had been a child? 

Shuddering, he forced the memories down. It wasn’t just him. His species wouldn’t die with him. Feeling lost, Syx just stared blankly at his female counterpart. The whole situation so entirely different that he no longer had even the vaguest idea of what to do.

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

Harrison starts rubbing Syx’s back for comfort but he’s not sure how to respond.  

God their relationship was complex!  

While he’s certainly learned a lot about Megaminds and their Metro Mans over the last few years, he came to this planet alone.  Until he moved to Metro City, he’d never met another alien much less grown up with one.  And he’s certainly never spent a lifetime thinking of anyone as flawless.  He looks to Wayne for answers, hoping his level-headed mate will know what to say…..

[By his definition, being able to get through invulnerability at all, however temporarily or lightly, implies a flaw. Clearly Syx doesn’t think so, but Syx also sounds lovesick, so it’s quite possible that the man’s view is skewed. it sounds like Syx sound be giving the other hero a diamond, not comparing the guy to one. It’s tempting to say just that, but it’s not really his place to play matchmaking for a couple he doesn’t know well.]

Oddly enough, my hair is safe from such evil ploys. But I suppose that just further proves the differences between your Metro Man and myself. [Shrugging he gestures to Syx’s abandoned food, including the untouched coffee-cocoa.] There is no use fretting over something that is not an issue and letting in ruin your appetite. But, if you would like information in case it becomes an issue, feel free to ask.

Looking back at the food, Syx nodded. He needed to eat. Hadn’t had nearly enough food while he’d been in prison and the quality of the meals was always horrible anyway. Eating rather mechanically, he paused after a bit to take up his drink. Chugging half of it quickly after he took a steadying breath.

“Well you definitely stand out now,” he offered, trying to get out of his own head, his own thoughts. They spiralled too much. Syx worried his bottom lip, picking up his fork again, he wasn’t even sure what to say anymore. His head spinning. Finally, he managed, “Though even clothed I wouldn’t mistake you for my Wayne. At least domestically. If I fight Metro Man any more I’ll… just have to be more careful about making sure I get the right one… not that… I think that will happen… anymore…” 

There was hardly a point to the game now. His energy draining, he started eating again.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Syx howled in pain, clinging tightly to his beloved Anna. He couldn’t cry, not like humans, yet his eyes filled with unshed tears. Inner eyelids blinking them away and blurring his vision. His face flushed as he rubbed against her, seeking comfort. It had been the hardest decision he’d ever made. Ripping his heart to shreds and leaving him a mess. It was right and needed. It was horrible and he was a monster. Nessisary to move on. Regretted instantly. Heartache overcame him.

Syx shook his head as he curled into her, “I don’t. I’m a monster… I don’t even know why…” 

…why you’re here…

Wrapping his arms tight around, Syx made a distressed noise in the back of his thought. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing her too. It was a stupid thought, he could smell her love… but it was still there. The fear that she’d be over him one day. 

Shifting around to thread his fingers with hers, he managed to breathe, “I’ll be okay… I knew it could never last…” 

…nothing ever did…

Anna made a soft noise as she gentle began to rock Syx, returning the embrace with equal intensity, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “You are not a monster..” She murmured softly. 

“A monster would never care as much as you do. I don’t believe that for one second.. you, my love,” she urged, gently slipping her fingers beneath his chin to raise his head to face her.. though rather than make him look her in the eyes, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “Are extraordinary,” She murmured when she parted a brief moment later. 

“I fell in love with you for a reason.. you are mine and I am yours..” She murmured, returning to embrace him as tightly as she dared, as if she could mold him into her body and protect him that way.  

Close was good. Closer would be better. The only thing that separated them was clothing. Syx snaked his bare hands under her shirt, breathing out, “Yours.”

He wanted her love, needed it. The touch and sense of it grounding him to the here and now. His lips moving against her, seeking comfort more than sex. Reinsurance. Companionship. Love.

“I’m yours,” a chant on his lips, -I need you, I want you- “Please?”Â