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💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

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. 

Paige paused when his expression shifted, feeling as if he suddenly looked almost.. defeated? Frowning, she shifted to come closer to him, putting a hand on his forearm in a gentle touch that she didn’t really think about until the action was already done. 

“Why not?” She asked, frowning softly. The concern for his sudden shift in attitude was clear in her expression, her pink hair slipping from behind her ear to fall into her face

-Because the holowatch won’t project your ink work. Because you’d be tattooing my skin and never see it. Because if you knew I was blue you likely wouldn’t be my friend because you’re normal, with a normal life.-

Syx closed his eyes against the harsh thoughts. Blowing out a breath he said, “This skin of mine doesn’t take ink well,” not a lie, not really, “It wouldn’t show up right.”

Paige frowned softly, “Well.. some people are like that,” She agreed, though it was far from being something she couldn’t work around. “You know I can still do it, even if your skin doesn’t take ink well. But you’ll have to understand you’ll have to come for a couple sittings to get it to look the way it should,” She offered, tilting her head. 

“Because that scene,” seh motioned to his arm, “Would look bad ass on you.”

Syx just shook his head, eyes closed tightly, “Won’t work. No way around it,” not without turning of the holowatch, not without having to tell her.

Looking away from Paige, Syx finally asked, “What if… I wasn’t so normal?”

💤💤

1000liveslived:

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…?”

Emma had heard the sounds above her home when she came back from her closing shift at the bar down below.. and despite the bone deep weariness she had, she made her way to the roof. Seeing a man who looked an awfully lot like Sheldon had her heart picking up, her body acting before she could think when she saw the thrashing man. 

She jerked back when Syx woke with a start, both ebony ears turned back, but still visible. They were quite a ways from being pinned to the back of her head. Her light blue eyes were filled with concern for the stranger.. she knew it wasn’t Sheldon, but the similarities of them were far too close for her to simply ignore it. 

“Are you alright?” she urged, her tail moving to curl around her as it laid along the ground. 

Heart still beating too loudly, Megamind sat staring blankly at her. He’d forgone the overly large cowl and cape, opting for the suit with the tall tight collar. To aid with stealth he’d worn spikeless gloves, giving his villainous attire a much softer look.

Logically he worked through what he could see. His first though was the Crimson Fucker, the face and hair was right. The expression was that of Anna… when he first met her… when she told him that her name was, “Emma?”

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.

“Oh dear evil gods,” Syx exasperated, “How do I explain villain politics? We aren’t enemies, more like rivals that don’t see eye to eye of a vast number of issues. The enemy of my enemy is sometimes my friend. Other times you want to punch his stupid teeth into his horrible purple face because he’s a crass bastard with no style!” he ranted, smacking his fist into his open palm, “So yes, I much prefer dealing with Flash then I do Psycho. I have a peace treaty with the group anyway,” he rolled his eyes, “Not that it stops his daughter from harassing me constantly.”

– Zagam chuckles, taking a hand to his lips to look less rude  for his reaction. Is just that all Syx aspect didn’t says he is a villain , but who knows! maybe he is but hide it very well. “So the definition of villain is follow a criminal line of acts and behaivors but you simply looks so correct, even here now guiding me in a personal tour to a museum. I’m sorry but it’s quiet unexpecting. “ He knows villains, but those are more the cruel monsters one doesnt want to ever see. Even he for being a devil could scre more when he is angry. – “And just for curiosity…… and you don’t need to answer, what was your most evil act?” eyebrows up but soft amusement hoping at least hear about a full genocide or similar…

Syx stopped and looked at the man beside him somewhat startled. He’d been enjoying a day off, relaxed from keeping up appearances… but he was talking to a devil he reminded himself. Dropping into a serious expression he crossed his arms, “Who do you think your talking to?” he held up a hand, “I know I’m hardly the only blue genius in Metrocity anymore. Very well, a proper introduction then.”

Head held high Syx rattled off, “Megamind, criminal genius and villainous mastermind. Nemesis of Metro Man,” he placed a hand on his chest and offered Zagam a truly evil looking grin, “Though if you want for true criminal behavior you’ll have to look under Mr. Blue or the prison yard,” his bright green eyes hard, “They still tell the tales in hushed whispers on the man who’s blood I soaked the yard with.”

Rapists and pedophiles and serial killers, but he’d killed them all. In a blind rage more often then not. He started walking agian, hands in his pockets, “I’m under no delusions about what I am. I’m a civil monster, but a monster none the less.”

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 just shrugged, he knew little about demon’s but he filed the information away to think on later, “Hot Flash, she’s the main fire wielder of the Doom Syndicate. You can’t miss her. Hot pink hair that’s always exciting and on fire,” he waved his fingers over his head as a demonstration, “She’s not bad really, as long as she’s in a good mood. I get along with her better than the others.” 

Zagam breaks and released a soft laugh, the simple idea of a lady with pink fire in the head was like the old devil joke. He would kill to see that and wonders also what kind of woman is that.. – “Oh.. i’m sorry. you just told me something funny..” he apologed carefully offering him a lightly smile. 

“You told me she is with this Psycho and they are enemies and now that she is not that bad. Do you like her?’”

“Oh dear evil gods,” Syx exasperated, “How do I explain villain politics? We aren’t enemies, more like rivals that don’t see eye to eye of a vast number of issues. The enemy of my enemy is sometimes my friend. Other times you want to punch his stupid teeth into his horrible purple face because he’s a crass bastard with no style!” he ranted, smacking his fist into his open palm, “So yes, I much prefer dealing with Flash then I do Psycho. I have a peace treaty with the group anyway,” he rolled his eyes, “Not that it stops his daughter from harassing me constantly.”

the-explosive-existence:

syx-blue:

Now she was just teasing him! Huffing and smacking the list away from himself, Megamind glared at her. 

Then the list registered. She had a kid. A baby. Crossing his arms, he told her, “The part with not messing with families or kids applies to everyone. I won’t ever harass your family if they are non-combatants.”

Fanning pad to her face this particular info got the blue women’s attention, If regretting she showed him the note’s however it didn’t show, for now playing in her head like a chaotic street light. Why did she do that!?
Clear throat and put note’s back in her pack again, looking his was seriously.
“I lived without this law for year’s and my kid have been safe. Ether that or the ‘laws’.” Lift her hand’s waving bunny ears against him. “Already existed you here or not.” She huff leaving arm’s on her sides again.

Closing his eyes briefly and feeling better with his bots around his, Megamind breathed through his nose. His nostrils flared as he worked on calming himself, “Look if even the hell child that Psycho adopted can follow the rules,” granted the D.S. in general only grudgingly or laughingly followed their peace treaty, “They can’t be that difficult.”

💤💤

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…?”

What is his relationship with his Roxanne back home? Strictly professional or more?

(( ehehe sooo I’ll have to write some drabbles or short stories for this sometime, but I’ll outline it here ;P ))

Syx considered their relationship always that of a professional arrangement of super villain and kidnappie. However, he chose Roxanne because she was smart, resourceful, and level headed. He was admittedly very attracted to her after the first few kidnappings but knew nothing could ever come of it. 

Things took a bit of a bitter turn when it appeared Roxanne and Wayne started dating. It was bad enough that he couldn’t have either of them WORSE that they found love in each other because of him. He was jealous and envious of it and it crept into the banter sometimes.

“Let’s stop wasting time and call your boyfriend in tights, shall we?”

Over the years, their relationship changed. It was always professional, but it became more… friendly. Roxanne would type out her monthly schedule with note of important dates. There would be annotations of ‘today has to be perfect’, ‘manditory meeting’, ‘reshudule?’ and other codes that they slowly developed. Notes for days that no kidnappings would happen. Notes for days that would be really good for a kidnapping to get out of a dreaded appointment or stupid story.

She wouldn’t ever bring up the edits and suggestions added to her date book, though she knew by the notes left if it was Megamind or Minion who’d read it. And Syx would never admit that the kidnappings were in any way coordinated.He was careful to make sure she never truly knew in advance so that she would always have plausible deniability. 

Still, there were many a glorious battle called off for cocoa. Days that had Minion breaking in to give Miss Ritchi homemade chicken noodle soup and make sure she went to bed. Gifts that appeared on her balcony for her birthday. When an ex broke her door, Megamind broke his arm. And times when she got to see past Megamind to the soft dork underneath. To the bitter and jaded man underneath. 

Just enough to think that there was far more to Megamind than she knew. To make her want to know more. To make her trust him.

It also helped that she knew since kidnapping three that she was never in danger unless something when horribly wrong and even then he always got hurt worse than she did. Hell, she got hurt worse as an investigative reported jumping fences and sneaking into places than she did strapped to his ‘torture’ racks. He had safety mechanisms and fail-safes built into everything she ever saw. Most of the machines didn’t even work right. At first, she thought he was just a failure, but it didn’t take long to realize it was by design. 

For his part, Syx always cared for her. She was smart and kind. Never had she made a big deal about his appearance and always showed interest in his work. He enjoyed their banter as much as he did the banter he had with Wayne. They were both part of the game. It could never exist without both of them. Never be the same. Syx cared about her, Roxanne was special to him and he would protect her from any threat. He would say it was just because she was his exclusive victim but over the years their banter turned much more flirtatious. Never crossing the line, but it was just as flirtatious as what he had with Wayne.