Good Morning Sunshine

justiceisanoncorrosivemetal:

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syx-blue:

Harrison’s direct forwardness drew a blush to Syx’s cheeks as well. One hand lowered over his groin nervously at the mention of naked at the same time. Sipping on his cocoa until the two were down he fidgeted, finally blurting out, “I feel I should add, in case it’s relevant? That I’m not… built?” he bit his lip, forcing out, “…like your husband is. Like humans are. At all.”

“Anyway!” he pressed on, full of nervous energy, “Seeing how it works will be highly essential. Trust being a major factor in all such endeavors,” especially since Harrison was making him sound far more experienced than he was, “Start small and build the anticipation?”

Flashing a wide grin at the pair to cover his own nerves, yet there was excitement building in his eyes as well. The possibilities were endlessly wonderful if this did work out.

“He knows,” Harrison said, taking a step closer to Syx.  He was still holding onto Wayne’s hand, so it had the additional effect of bringing the two men in his life closer together.  “I told him after my first kidnapping.  When you were surprised that I had a cock,” he added teasingly, enjoying the memory of flirting with the villain and getting to know the man.  

Impulsively, Harrison takes a step even closer.  Between his link with Wayne and his ability to read Syx, he can tell that both of them were a combination of nervous and interested.  He knew Wayne would love to see him with another blue man, even if they did start slow and vanilla.  Syx’s intentions (and interests) were even more clear.  And since this was his idea, it was only right for him to make the first move.  

With Syx sitting at the counter, he was at the perfect height so Harrison began to kiss his way up the other blue man’s neck.  

“Does this work?” he asks huskily, his mouth still lingering on Syx’s tendons.  He’s looking his mate in the eye, but the question is directed at both of them.

I am aware and am not repulsed by the idea in the slightest. [Not that he’s going to say as much to Syx, but Sheldon’s Wayne has more concerning equipment than a mere tentacle, even multiple tentacles aren’t as off-putting as the combination of strength and ridges. Tentacles are just fine.]

[Wayne blushes fiercely at the display, but takes a pointed bite of pancake instead of joining them.] Oh, it works just fine. I will say that it would be nice if our discussions of a threesome could once involve a chance to let the ‘yes’ sink in before jumping right into things with both feet.

Syx let his head tip back, body shifting with a soft moan. It was unfair how easily Harrison knew every spot he loved. But then it was just as easy for him to turn that knowledge back on Harrison. Hands sliding around the other man’s shoulders and onto the back of Harrison’s slim neck, Syx bit his lip.

“If we weren’t prone to jumping into things headlong I’d never have built my first giant mech and next to no sleep and a caffeine high,” he chuckled lightly, throat vibrating against Harrison’s lips, “Once the decision is made, what’s the point of delay?” 

Halloween Town

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

Bluebell’s eyebrows crept up her forehead, “Well I certainly have to agree to that part. A grand presentation and some good screams,” even if Mr. Ritchi never screamed for her. Well, except for special occasions. Leaning out to look at the others beyond Scarborough, she wondered, “So what all is going on in your Halloween party then?”

“Why, any Halloween fun you can think of!” Scarborough grinned. “The entire town’s the party! Bobbing for heads in the well, trick-or-treating all around town, scaring each other silly, and oh so much more wherever you look!”

“I’ve never actually been bobbing for…” Bell tapped her chin thoughtfully and almost corrected to apples, raising a questioning eyebrow, she echoed, “…heads… before. A good scare seems right up my alley.”

Clapping her hands together to let out the bubbling excitement growing in her, she bit her lip and looked over the strange woman before her and made the decision, “Show the new girl around?” 

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(( well i wrapped up one thread and Syx did something entertaining and horribly stupid long term so lets see how that plays out going forward. XD That said, I’m beat. I have tomorrow off so expect many more tags. Night all ❤ )) 

Trouble Cubed

|| @1000liveslived || Lyn ||

His problem was that the paranoid woman had given him painfully little information to work from, but if there was more than one Psycho Delic in town he was sure his version would know about it. With that in mind, Syx sought out Lyn. The Hell Cat had a temper and they often fought… but just as often fucked. Theirs was an odd relationship, but he still figured his chances of information were better with her than with Psycho. The man was sarcastic and fickle at the best of times. Syx had perhaps cubed the man one too many times in his youth…

Swinging by one of Lyn’s favorite hangouts, Syx settled the hoverbike on the roof and kept a look out. Sitting on the edge of the roof, he broke out a pack of smokes. Today was a day that needed them. 

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

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

@syx-blue

“Like ya haven’ been doin’ the same thin’, blue boy. Actin’ like ya won’ be needin’ any sor’ of help. Especially here.” Considering both she and her husband had a fairly good hand over what was their part of the city, his insistence on going it alone, to Rockatoo, was painfully misguided.

“Oh really? I have three words for you Mrs. Delic,” he pointed up, “Orbital Death Laser,” with that, he squeezed the trigger on the de-hydrate setting.

The answer she’d been about to give is cut short, a momentary register of shock on the woman’s face just before a small blue cube clatters to the pavement.

Sighing, Syx hit the cube with de-coupage to keep it from uncubing too soon and gingerly picked it up and tucked it in his cape pocket with as much care as if it was a live grenade. What had he gotten himself into? But being seen as weak, that he could be bent to another’s will, especially to the will of a much more violent villain was just not an option. He set the rules, he didn’t play by other’s rules. He’d made it on his own on these streets since he was 15. He’d always gone his own path, never siding with the big gangs. The trick was doing it right. He was hardly alone anymore… nearly a thousand functioning brain bots and a team of a hundred that were battle trained and kitted out. His Uncles and other criminal contacts loyal to him. Police and Prison Guards on payroll. Favors owed to him by other villains and heroes. No… if this Rockatoo thought him weak and in need of help, she and her team had another thing coming. Still… he now had a cube to package and send off and a lot of plotting to do…

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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

In truth the bigger lie was that he /was/ going to hurt her, but she didn’t need to know that. Megamind’s main plan was just to scare her and prove a point, though her being cubed was now a guarentee as he continued to roll the cylinder.

“You need to stop underestimating me, Mrs Delic. Why ever would I send you back to your dearest hubby if I didn’t WANT trouble? Oh I look forward to seeing just what you can do. And you, little miss I’m to good for this, brought it on herself.”

“Like ya haven’ been doin’ the same thin’, blue boy. Actin’ like ya won’ be needin’ any sor’ of help. Especially here.” Considering both she and her husband had a fairly good hand over what was their part of the city, his insistence on going it alone, to Rockatoo, was painfully misguided.

“Oh really? I have three words for you Mrs. Delic,” he pointed up, “Orbital Death Laser,” with that, he squeezed the trigger on the de-hydrate setting.

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rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

rocking-rockatoo:

queenrockatoo:

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

@syx-blue

Standing her ground, she looks more irritated than scared. “Wha’ happene’ ta ‘would’ hur’ a pregnan’ woman’, mm?” Rockatoo crosses her arms over her chest, staring Megamind down.

“I’m a the bad guy. I liiiied, its what we do,” humming he spun the chamber on the de-gun, “What shall it be, what shall it be? De-bilitate is aaalways fun. Oooh, but de-moralize, now that’s a real treat,” he snickered darkly and raised his brows, “but de-regulate… it won’t hurt one bit, but you’d rather be dead I promise.”

She immediately quashes her first response.

“No sense of honor, course no’. Ya really think ain’t nothin’ gonna happen if ya try somethin’?”

In truth the bigger lie was that he /was/ going to hurt her, but she didn’t need to know that. Megamind’s main plan was just to scare her and prove a point, though her being cubed was now a guarentee as he continued to roll the cylinder.

“You need to stop underestimating me, Mrs Delic. Why ever would I send you back to your dearest hubby if I didn’t WANT trouble? Oh I look forward to seeing just what you can do. And you, little miss I’m to good for this, brought it on herself.”

hel-inherbones:

syx-blue:

hel-inherbones:

Hel giggled at the silly man. “Fenny can’t clean it up. He’s a wolf and wolves don’t have hands!” She told the man. She leaned in a little closer. Do you want to know another secret?“

“Your brother is a wolf?” Megamind laughed and sat down next to the strange little girl, “That’s okay, my brother is a fish. He doesn’t have hands either.”

“I’m all ears.”

Hel’s eyes went wide when the man said his brother was a fish. “Does he live under water? Does he speak fish and human?“she asked. "Do you live under water too?”

Hel giggled again. “I can be blue too!” She announced. “When it’s cold outside my skin turns blue. But it’s okay because it’s supposed to do that. Not like mortals who died when their skin turns 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?”