syx-blue:

Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”

He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.

“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.

Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.

“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.

“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.

hel-inherbones:

syx-blue:

Megamind chuckled at her exuberance, “Minion can speak seven human languages,” he informed her, “And I can stay underwater far longer than humans,” he wiggled his fingers with a waggle of his brow, “Semi-Aquatic adaptations, far superior.”

The mortals comment caused a raised eyebrow, “What special little one are you to turn blue?”

Little Hel’s eyes were very wide in awe. “Seven is a lot,” she said, nodding. “I don’t speak that many.” Hel poked the silly blue’s skin. “What are semi-aquatic adaptations?” she asked. “Is that good?”

Hel grinned. “I’m a Jotunn!” she declared proudly. “That means Frost Giant in English. At least, I think it does. Jotunn doesn’t translate very well though.”

“It means I can see underwater easier and don’t sweat,” Megamind oversimplified to the small child. He raised a brow, “You don’t seem very giant or very frosty to me. You must be a mini Jotunn.”

Childish Escape

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

Eyes twitching to the other girl in the shop when she spoke, Bluebell caught the motion from the corner of her eye as the cashier lunged. Her finger squeezed the trigger nervously, “Fuck!”

As the little blue cube that was the cashier, and the gun he’d started pulling, fell to the ground in a clatter, Bell swung the de-gun around to the last person, “Shut up! Look what you did! I had things under control and now I have to crack the damn safe myself!”

Stomping a foot petulantly, she huffed, “Don’t even think about it, girly! I’m an unstable alien with a ray gun. Got it?”

Lyn balked as the blue being suddenly pulled the trigger, brows raising in surprise with how jumpy the damn woman was. Was this her first time doing something like this? She could only assume so, with how erratic she was behaving. She couldn’t help but be confused at what was even going on, even when the gun was pointed right at her.

She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she raised her hands in a mild show that she wasn’t going to be trying anything. “Yer not the first unstable alien with a dehydratin’ gun…. ya do realize that, right?” she prompted dryly.

“..Look, whatcha after, here? Cuz ya got ‘bout five minutes till the police get here.”

“What?! No way!” Bluebell huffed and stomped her foot, “I timed this area! They take twenty at least cuz this in Snake territory and the f’king pigs are all fat on brides!”

Jaw clenched she glared hard at the other girl, “And don’t tell shit lies, it makes you look stupid,” starting to stuff aff the food and hygiene products she could reach into her bag. Utterly ignoring the money in the register, her only focus was necessities. She shouted back, “I ain’t telling you shit!”

ghoulgubler:

psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want. want to spam me with memes? break your ask limit. want to send me random messages? break your ask limit. want to leave me love? break your ask limit. anything. everything. it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome. you always have permission. i mean it.

Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Trying to psych himself back up, Syx looked around to bedroom and spied what Wayne had pointed out. Biting his lip, he crossed the room and ran a finger over the mounts. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded, “Handy.”

He wondered who was in the harness more often, from what Harrison had told him in bits and pieces, he guessed it was more often used on the hero.

Cocking a hip, he grinned as he took the opportunity to get a good view of Harrison in Wayne’s grip, “Let’s get this beautiful little captive in his restraints then,” he bit his lip, nervous and excited as noticed the bulge, “And you out of those jeans. That can’t be comfortable.”

His own hand smoothed down is hip as his stomach fluttered. He felt so sensitive as he shifted his stance, eager for the start of touching and exploration and just as cautious about this happening with new people, especially as the one he was partially familiar with was nearly out of commission with lustful submission.

Even in his lusty haze, Harrison is well aware of being scooped into Wayne’s arms. Instinctively he curls into his mate’s chest, as he has a hundred times before. Wayne’s great big arms always make him feel delicate and small, and in his submissive state, he relishes that feeling more than usual. The familiar gesture and smell of his mate helps to ground him amid the scent of runaway blue lust, and he searches Wayne’s face for….. something. Part of him is well aware that this is a big new experience for his bashful boy, and he takes advantage of his free hand to rest it over Wayne’s heart.

“Is… is this okay?” he asks Wayne as they enter the bedroom. He is loving every second, but he doesn’t want to push his mate too far. “Colors if you’re not okay?”

[He smiles appreciatively down at his partner. It’s reassuring thing that his own worries are able to still get through to Harrison, but it also makes him concerned that he’s accidentally going to muddy the whole thing with his perpetual insecurities.] Yeah, everything is green, love. You just wait here and maybe entertain Syx for a moment while I get things ready.

[Gently setting Harrison or the bed Wayne turns his attention back to Syx. Almost challengingly, he strips out of both his pants and his underwear, going against Syx’s suggested order of doing things. It’s only not a challenge because it makes more sense to Wayne to be naked first and isn’t done out of spite. He gives Syx a second to see what he has to offer before striding off to retrieve their main cache of toys.]

[It overly takes a few moments for him to come back with the box and hop weightlessly up onto the bed with the restraint straps. This is where the naked first part comes into play as he gives them both a great view of his muscular backside while he reaches up to feed the straps through the brackets and down to equally sturdy eyelets hidden just behind either side of the headboard. And just like that the wrist restraints are ready.]

Syx nodded subtly as he picked up on the safe words, that was a good plan. He had more familiarity with it in reading than in practice, but it seemed straight forward. Watching Wayne undress, he bit his finger with an appreciative murmur. The man’s cock was quite a bit more human looking that what he’d known from his own Wayne, but that would just make it easier to take. He was practically drooling at the thought of forcing that length down his throat.

As Wayne set about hooking up the harness, Syx moved to get a good view, one hand wandering between his legs to stroke his slit. Eyes hooded he leaned over Harrison and took the blue man’s chin gently.

“I can’t wait to see you all tied up for us,” his fingers traced the length of Harrison’s long neck as he claimed his lips with a kiss.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

Syx’s motion has the child shying away a step again, solid-black eyes focused on the blue teenager. Different, true, but whether that difference was safe he didn’t know.

Had to take that chance, focus momentarily flickering away toward the water before trilling softly and stepping within arm’s reach.

“Ah!” Syx involuntarily shouted as the little fish baby came closer. He put his arms out to intercept it, “Hey, hey now.”

While trying to catch the toddler? in case he bolted, Syx missed Minion’s arrival. In his rough and bulky suit, his steps were loud and heavy as came up holding a coat he planned on forcing on his ward, “Please don’t tell me you found another dog, Sir.”

At first he goes still, eyes wide and staring at the being that had caught him like he wasn’t certain what to do. Heavy footsteps from behind, however, has him immediately squirming, the soft trilling louder now and sounding scared again.

Whatever the source of the new voice was, he wasn’t sure of it being a good one.

“Argh! Minion help!” Syx tried his best to contain the flailing child as he looked up in panic to Minion.

Minion’s eyes flew wide and dropping down he chided, “Careful Sir!”

Using the coat, he wrapped up the flailing child in the large folds of fabric, “Shhh, shhhh, we aren’t going to hurt you,” he tried to comfort.

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

“Hey,” Bell pouted, crossing her arms stubornly, “What’s that supposed to mean?” she arched a brow at the younger girl, “And look at your makeup and then look at mine. Your presentation is horrible.”

Clapping her hands together as she returned to bouncing, “But I have all sorts of stuff back at Evil Lair! Glitter in every shade you can dream of! Even glow and the dark makeup! I haven’t found a use for it in costume much, it sort of defeats the point of sneaking and I never fight Metro Chick in the dark… but damn it would be cool,” she rambled, getting distracted again.

“What do you think it means?” she shoots back, letting Bluebell talk herself out. It’s glow in the dark that catches Lucy’s attention, though, the prospect piquing her interest. “What kind of glow in the dark?”

Bell rolled her eyes, “All the kinds, obviously. Lipstick, eyeshadow, glitter, nail polish,” she rattled off.

A smirk drew up her lips and she bounced on her toes seeing the other girl get excited, “Coooome ooooooon! You have to let me do your makeup!”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares. After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake?

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

“There’s something underneath?” Harrison asked, his face lighting up with excitement like a kid on Christmas. “Besides your mmmm sexy blue chest?” Now he’s curious, and it takes a considerable amount of self-control not to reach out and feel for himself.

“Mmhmm,” Syx hummed with a shit eating grin at Harrison’s reaction, “A special surprise. What’s a date without some fun little surprises?”

He reached out and ran a finger under Harrison’s lips, “And what do I win?”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

A slight blush rose to Syx’s cheeks at the idea of doing this openly in public at all. His confidence only went so far so the deal was easy to make. Nodding he added, “Rules are a good thing.”

Some rules were meant to be broken, but only those that were broken or oppressing by design. He spent most of his time walking a very careful tightrope with rules. In this case, the shameless man under him seemed to always be pushing him past his comfort zone. Just being at these places for this date was leaving him in horribly uncomfortable territory.

“I accept your rules,” the villain grinned smuggly, feeling he couldn’t just meekly accept such a proposition, “Besides I won’t need to touch you to have you squirming in your seat,” he leaned in with a wicked grin, “Games need rules and victory conditions. The loser is the first one to break down and touch the other.”

Harrison can’t resist reaching up to rub his thumb on that sweet little blush. Oh this man drives him absolutely mad in all the best ways!

“We’ll see just who is squirming,” he replied arrogantly, patting Syx on the cheek. “I want to add an addendum to clarify that we’re talking sexual touching. Because there’s no point in going out on a date if I can’t hold your hand. What do I get when I win?”

“Agreed,” Syx leaned into the touch marveling that he still felt so starved for touch even though he had Anna in his life. But then, blue on blue was special.

He hummed, sitting back enough to look Harrison over thoughtfully as he stocked his goatee. Chewing his lower lip, he wondered if he dared. His stomach fluttered, but he was always one for bold dares. After all, what was the point if there wasn’t something at stake?

“I’ll take off my shirt so you can see what’s underneath when we get to the club,” and he’d still be more covered than Harrison considering the mesh shirt his date had on.

Trouble Cubed

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

“Fuck,” SYx muttered, “Well your friend needs some life lessons about negotiation tactics and how to give threats,” talking more to the ground than to Lyn. He’d grown comfortable enough around the other villain over the years to let her see the real him. To see him weaker and frustrated. There were things he still would never trust her with… but that number had dwindled in ways that scared him some days.

Biting his finger as she listed the powers, he reasoned, “So cubing won’t work on him… my protection will be the same I use on you dad, so that shouldn’t be an issue…” he tapped his chin, “What’s old Jimmy Boy think of him anyway? I thought he’d take it harder than I did finding alternates?”

Especially as it sounded like this guy was somehow the evil version, which was a worrisome thought. For all their fights and disagreements… Jimmy wasn’t the worst thing. They were killers and Syx really didn’t trust them… but they were manageable for the most part and Jimmy did have morals. He could come to some agreements with the man.

Lyn nodded slowly as Syx went through his thought process out loud, waiting with an arch of her brow. She shifted her weight onto one foot as her tail shifted behind her in a rather graceful curling motion before stilling again. She crossed her arms over her chest, the action opening the deep V of her coat a bit more to show the white lace top she had.

“Well.. he reacted bout as well as ya can expect. Calls him Double Bubble a lot. I wasn’t there for tha actual talk.. Dad didn’t wanna show me in case shit went ta hell-” it was fairly often that Jim used Emma as his secret wild card.. several people knew who she was, and what group she was a part of.. but her powers? Those were either wildly dramatized or undermined… nobody truly knew just what Emma was able to.. Syx included. She had never went full on with him, and likely never would unless things truly went to hell.

“Tha guy is a bit of a fucknut from what Dad says.. but there is at least enough of a interest in what tha dude does ta work with ‘im,” she mused, though she was very careful with what she said. Everything she said was true.. but there was far more to it than just that… and it was hinted at as Emma mentioned Jim’s interest in it

Syx stopped his pacing and narrowed his eyes at her while he thought through what she had and hadn’t said, “They have overlapping business but not exactly overlapping. And in Jim doesn’t like him much, then he’s either annoying or even too crass for the drug lord.”

He mused out loud, knowing full well that Psycho would complain about him using the drug lord’s name so casually.Though they both did it to annoy the other, “But not enough to want to fight him.” Syx sighed and crossed his arms, “Great,”

He wasn’t really surprised, Psycho was a very cautious crime boss. Which was the main reason the man spent so little time in jail. He avoided doing anything directly whenever possible which was why he employed people like Destruction Worker.