oh shit, waddup

universehoppingprincess:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Megamind listened from where he was, crammed inside of a hole that was dug by brainbots into the wall. He barely had enough room to breath, but he snorted. He Must be closer then he thought to another cell, “Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Who’re you calling kid?” Megamind muttered to himself, wiggling further along his escape route. He just had to get to the junction where he’d meet up with stage 4 of the escape. He only had five more minutes before they’d realize he wasn’t in his cell anymore.

“Guards are smarter and meaner than they look,” he warned his fellow inmate. They sounded green.

Emma rose a brow. “I have magic. Where are ya? I’ll help ya.” She knew that he’d probably had a huge elaborate plan, when all she needed was a place to teleport to. Knowing Metro City, Emma just wanted someone to hang out with.

“I can get ya outta here.” She knew this person was younger than her.

“If, ugh, you can get out so easily, then why are you still here?” Syx nearly popped his arm out of joint as he fought to make room for his large head. Curse his giant blue head, “I’ve been escaping from this prison for three decades. I know what I’m doing.”

She arrives. (Celly)

thevoidcomes:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…

He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.

Nearly hyperventilating, Syx and backed up into a corner, back pressed against a wall. It was bad enough with the t h i n g just staring at him. Then it spoke. It was hard to even process what it said.

The sounds it made, how slowly, all when his heart was beating for fast and loud in his ears.

Finally, he croaked out, “Wha- what?!”

Unfortunately for Syx, he wouldn’t get a reply very quickly, Celestialess just hovering there as she caught up with what was said and took the time she needed to respond.

“ … I’m….Lost….”

Celestialess wasn’t any happier being here than Syx was having her here, but she couldn’t really leave without causing damage. As it was, her glowing, gaseous hair was already searing through things it touched or got near to, no matter how she tried to keep it from spreading out.

To think what would be done if she just let herself float her way out through a wall. Utter destruction. She needed a door opened for her. A big one, preferably.

“Lost?” Syx echoed, sucking in a panicky breath, “W-where are you… supposed to be?”

If it wanted to leave he, by all means, would find a way to let it.

High School Rebel

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

“YOU! Why are you BLUE?!” Victor shouted, staring straight at the strange blue child. And THEN the d a r e d to turn away?

“Heeeeeeey! I’m talking to you!” Baligerantly Victor vaulted the table and slammed his hand down, facing the BLUE. Demanding attention.

Jumping when Victor’s hands hit the table, loudly, heads are turning when Lucy again looks up. Green eyes narrowed, not appreciating the choice of topic, she’s making it rather clear that she’s not happy with what was going on.

“Yeah, you are. Why?” the teenager snaps in return, pulling some of the spread-out papers away from Victor’s hands, having to tug on one of them rather forcefully.

Sitting abruptly at the table across from her, Victor lifted his chin, “My Dad’s blue you know,” well who would know, but they should know damnit!

“Why. Are. You?” he enunciated slowly. These were things he needed to know. It was hard enough with everything so different. Having to change schools. Losing… god damnit! More B L U E strangeness was just going to make everything weird!

💪 (Lyn lol)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

“Ha! Well what are you waiting for then?” Megamind gave the Crimson Fucker the come at me fingers from the piolet seat of the Spider Bot, “Come on an hit me if you’re able.”

Crawling put of the wrecked bot Syx took the time to wave his Brain Bots to make sure Lyn really did leave. Turning then to focus on the strange creature before him, Syx raised a cautious hand. Those glowing blue eyes… so much like Anna’s… “Thank you?”

Ears shifting on the wolf’s head, it looked up to him at his words, though still kept its head lower than Syx’s. It didn’t flinch at his raising hand, didn’t snarl, didn’t give any indication of a warning at his gesture.

It shifted forward, closer to him, making a soft noise in the back of its throat, the sound almost a soft whining bark, one that was eager for his attention and acceptance.

He’d always loved dogs, it’s why he’d used them as a base for his brain bots. That soft whine brought his hands to the wolf’s head. Stroking the thick black fur and scratching it behind the ears his voice softened, “Ah you’re just a good big doggie. Saving me from that horrible cat.”

With a sigh of exhausted relief, he sagged against the large beast, pressing his nose into the fur of its neck. It smelled… like home. Like the Lair. Like his mate. Syx found himself nuzzling into her fur automatically.

💙 (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.

Taking the bottle of water, Syx unscrewed it and drank greedily. He’d barely realized how dehydrated he’d been. Whipping his mouth he glanced back at Paige, shoulders hunched, “I’m sorry that… I gave you a false impression of me,” he looked away, unwilling to see the hurt and accusations that would surely be on her face, “This is why… why I couldn’t get a tattoo. It wouldn’t have worked with the holowatch activated. And if I turned it off… well… this,” he waved his hand about, finally glancing back towards her.

She hadn’t done any more screaming or shouting. That was a good sign. He knew not everyone hated him, but most did. In a city of thousands, he’d only ever had his Uncles and the Blues. Such a tiny handful. It was hard… trusting someone new.

Seeing how his shoulders hunched forward, seeing how he wouldn’t keep his gaze on her, as well as other smaller body language cues she saw, she could see just how honest he was being about his apology. She had long ago learned how to pick up on body language, living in the house she had lived in. She always watched for the changes that would signal her Father’s displeasure… and that habit never went away.

Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her pink hair, feeling as if she couldn’t get her perch, couldn’t find her balance again. “..The holowatch?” she sounded frustrated, not knowing exactly what to believe.

She always felt as if she were a sensible woman.. until she came to this city. Stupid Metro City.. shaking her head, she opened her brown eyes to look at the alien, her lips pressed together in a thin line.

“…What the hell am I supposed to think about this?”

“Holographic disguise. It’s hardly like I can just use makeup to avoid standing out. Not with his head,” Syx waved at his overly large dome. Drawing patterns on the water bottle he kept his eyes on his lap, “The safe thing to do would not associate yourself with a dangerous escaped convict and known super villain.”

He risked a glance up at her, “But I would miss seeing you.”

💤💤

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.

The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.

He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!

Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”

Giving her a flat look Syx nodded and moved to follow. It still felt so strange. He wasn’t sure what do even do about the strange mix if emotions. Better to focus on the task as hand. Finding the smugglers.

Emma led him down through the building, though she was careful to keep Syx out of her personal loft, she wound up leading him down along the metal fire escape to the ground. Though rather than push the ladder at the bottom down and then going, she jumped down, grabbing hold of a rung and brought it down that way.

Landing with a slight bending of her knees, she looked up at him with a small smile. “Come on. It’ll be in the office inside.”

Syx had come up via the fire escape so he hadn’t been surprised as she led him to it. He wrapped his cape defensively around himself as he followed. Watching her descend the ladder dramatically he sighed, “You didn’t need to do that.”

He’d gotten up originally with a jump off the dumpster and a push off the wall. He was tired enough no to bother with showmanship, however, and simply braced his feet and hands on the sides of the lowered ladder and slid down it.

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

Syx side eyed the demon beside him. What he feared? Rejection. Anger. Mistrust. Hatred. Disgust. Syx hunched his shoulders defensively. Nothing he would tell this strange man about. Never admit weakness. Never show fear if you could help it.

“I don’t fear demons and I don’t care about the banal sheeple of this city. I have no intention to start a war. This city is mine. I intend to keep it intact. The systems that govern and control it are what I hate. You can’t fight them. Not with violence.”

It would be so much easier in life if people like Metro Man really could just punch out corruption and wickedness, but life didn’t work that way. It wasn’t so simple. Gave him headaches at night to think about it.

The devil flashes a stare to Syx and over his thin lips falls an innocent and amused smile that perfectly match with the expression of his eyes. Reading the blue alien and his body language he could tell what. “Your City?” he breathed a short chuckle like if the joke weren’t enough funny but he still laughed for courtesy. -”Aren’t you adorable and cute.! Dear Syx. You are a funny man…. and I own the Moon.” his replies comes also with humor because there are so many creatures that can call this city as property but they dont care….But this little man barely coul face a combat or attack and thinks he can name a whole place. “Arrogance and pride are my favourite sins, Careful or I also will call you mine without have the need to write it in a paper. But don’t worry. I’m sure you just said it to keep your Villain performance up.” Zagam’s hands waves lazily, Of course to let it pass..

Green eyes snapped up to meet Zagam’s full of angry defiance before he wilted with a sigh, “Not this city. Mine… my universe… that one I did control… at least most of,” he sighed deeply and frowned.

“I could send out brain bots and giant mechs. I could cut divots through the city with an orbital laser and devastate everything,” he turned to the man who seemed so focused on war as the only viable option for control, “But what would that get me? Rule over chaos and a city in ruin with now central power or stability. No means of production.”

Rolling his eyes, Syx continued, “I may be a villain but I have no desire to recreate Mad Max. I don’t go for the post-apocalyptic hard on so many people seem to have.”

Remembering the man’s offhanded comment, Syx held up his chin, “And I don’t belong to anyone, they belong to me,” the man may be cute, but there was no way he wanted him to get the wrong impression on that front. Syx in no way trusted him.

First Meetings

mollisvocali:

|| syx-blue || SYX.

Syx shuffled around nervously and scuffed his boots on the pavement. Seeing the offered hand the teen jammed his arm out to shake in return, squeezing a bit too hard out of nerves.

Chewing on his lower lip the leather clad boy with spiked up blue hair and facial piercings eyed up the older man who Emma had been telling him about. Emma had been raving about how cool Joey was, but he’d also heard about how upset she’d been when her Mom first started dating. Stupidly he said, “So… you’re dating Emma’s Mom, huh?”

-Idiot!- he cursed himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Here he was putting his foot in his mouth immediately after getting the courage up to finally meet Joey.

Joey was never one to mind a firm hand-shake. His own was always much lighter than people expected –– the width of his arms and the stature he carried made him seem like the kind to take charge and be a little firm. The reality was that his hand shake was easy and comfortable rather than one that tried to ^prove his strength.

The way the boy dressed had no affect on Joey, working in a tattoo shop will allow you to see things you’d never before imagined people would want to put on, or in, their body. It took a lot to surprise him.

❝ Uh yeah–– ❞ Joey starts, though he doesn’t seem ~~awkward~~ about the way he answers, he almost proud to agree to it. ❝ –– a couple months now. Believe it or not meeting your girlfriends kids is way more nerve wracking that meeting her parents. ❞ He confesses, a little bit of playfulness dancing over his brow.

❝ Meeting their child’s friends –– no less nerve wracking. ❞

Syx shifted back and forth a bit, trying to lock a grin on his face that would hide his anxiety. Stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, he shrugged, “I wouldn’t know. But! You own a tattoo parlor, right? Emma said so anyway. I always wanted one, but Uncle Mickey says I’m too young, but Uncle Tommy and Two-Teeth just keep arguing about what kind would be better and can’t decide. Aunt Beth just says it would make me look too much like a thug, cuz of how I have the piercings already and well,” he shrugged to draw attention to his studded and spiked leather, “But I always thought it would be cool, ya know.”

Fuck, he was talking too much. He let his eyes slid away in embarrassment, “I suppose you do… considering how many you have. Heh.”

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Syx rattled the long series of numbers and letters off to his counterpart. His attention though was focusing on keeping the bots he had around him to stay put, waving the older ones to stay close to daddy. One kept inching away to play, so he eventually tucked his arms around it, petting its dome.

With that information, her Brainbots are already at work, the serial number passing between the group able to receive outside signals from the rest. Several minutes passing before a group of them chasing an older-generation ‘bot into the room.

“Come on you silly thing, come to daddy,” Syx cooed to the old bot, waving it into his arms. Wrapping his arms around the distressed 98 and petting its dome soothingly, “Thank you for the assistance… Megamind… that feels really weird to say out loud I hope you know.”

📚

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

With a wicked grin, Megamind switched to Russian, just to be a dick, “Oh forgive me! Communication troubles are such a problem, aren’t they?”

“Now you’re just doing it on purpose.”

“You gonna be serious or do you want to keep this up?”

Megamind rolled his head dramatically, finally going back to Spanish, “And why should I take you seriously per se?”