silver-spider-art:

Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
‘Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take!

-Numb,

Linkin Park

Next part in my Soundtrack series for Megamind.

1 /2 /3 /4 /5 /6 /7 /8 /9 /10 /11 /12 /13 /14 /15 /16 /17 /18 /19 /20

Regrets…

syx-blue:

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

teenage-and-blue:

“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities.

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?”

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

“No you’re not!” Lucy shoots back, sounding more certain of that than she honestly feels. Standing up a little straighter to look more confident, too. Narrowing her eyes after Bluebell’s next comment, she’s tapping one foot against the floor.

“Do I look like I’m wearing one?” is her return question, keeping a close eye on the older blue woman.

“Well no…” Bell scowled and crossed her arms embarrassed, “I just… didn’t expect to see someone else who was blue…” biting her lip, she look away, “I’m not gonna rob a sister. Blue pride.”

Rolling a shoulder as she debated internally, Bell finally holstered her de-gun, “You don’t have to call me Megamind. It’s Bluebell.”

The tension carried in Lucy’s shoulders eases when Bluebell holsters the gun she had been holding, even if the teen herself hadn’t been fully aware of it.

“Makes things easier,” she admits, hands clasped behind her back. “You’re one of the other ones, then?”

“The fuck should I know?” Bluebell threw up her hands, “One of the other whats?” she huffed at the other girl, “I just said I don’t know any other blues.”

“This is stupid,” she complained, “I’m going to turn the power back on,” turning, she dropped the goggles back in place and headed back the way she came.

Blood and Bonding

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

“Ha! Good thing too fuzz brain, you’d-” Syx grunted under her weight “-a horrible hero.”

“NOPE!” he shouted at the wall of fire appeared, “That is essential for the escape plan. Even if my damn tool went and got herself shot, I still need you,” he certainly wasn’t going to admit any sort of feelings toward the woman.

He blamed his biology. The sex had screwed everything up in his head. It was less that he’d stopped hating her and more that… he couldn’t picture his life without her a part of it. She was his now, for better or worse.

Tightening his arms around her side, Syx took a deep breath and readied himself, “Alright, buckle up and here we go!”

Dragging her with him, Syx took her good arm and wielded her finger like a gun, knowing full well that wasn’t how that worked but the guards didn’t. Pointing their hands at a hall to the side, he said, “Bang!”

“Ah, fuck you!” She spat out as he called her a tool. She wouldn’t dare admit to him that him dismissing her as something so low wounded her, and more than just her pride. That was easily ignored.. or at least for the most part. Damn it!! Why did things have to be so damn complicated.

She did her best to keep herself moving along with him, the blood from her wound trailing down her body, soaking her clothing that they had put her in. If she would have thought further on the actions they were doing, she probably would have laughed..

As it was, his exclamation was accompanied by a flurry of flames from their hands, though they didn’t burn him in the slightest. It was more difficult without her usual motions, took more concentration.. but it succeeded. The guards yelled out in fear, trying to use their mob shields to protect themselves.. only to have it burn. Emma kept the flames from burning the fools themselves, but it would at least keep them at bay.

It was far less that Syx thought of her as a tool, then it was to mask feelings he hardly wanted to acknowledge himself. The flash of hurt he smelled on her, he quickly tried to bury. There was no time to consider such things while they fought for their freedom.

With the guards distracted by the flames, he pulled her down another corridor. One free blocked gates. His inside man having done his job. Considering the high risk the officer took, Syx would have to compensate him well, his job and more would be lost if he was caught. With the way clear, they entered the office wing. With the ease of memory, he pulled them into the Warden’s office. He would know the way blindfolded.

“We have to be fast. This is going to burn this method in the future. Your bleeding everywhere will let Warden know we were here,” he complained as he dumped Lyn on the couch were daddy had read his stories when he was little. Reaching up he pulled loose the picture of the Metro City Lighthouse to reveal the hidden safe. Within was hidden an item that Warden had confiscated a decade ago. Warden didn’t think his son knew about the stash, but he did. Just saving it for an emergency.

“Keep an eye out,” he ordered as he started cracking the safe.

❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞

teenage-and-blue:

kmcp8reporter:

kmcp8reporter:

Roxanne paused, looking towards the young blue girl. Yet another blue person she’d run into now. Well, supposedly there were any number throughout the city.

Shifting her purse strap back up onto her shoulder as she turned, Roxanne lifted an eyebrow, with a soft laugh, “Am I Roxanne from channel 8? Yeah.”

Roxanne smiled back at the girl uncertainly holding one arm, “Not everyday you meet someone from television?” she hazard a guess, but considering the blue skin she had to wonder, “Are you… related to Megamind? Or…?”

Taking about doubles and duplicates and gender swapped versions and parallel universes made her feel crazy. So related seemed a safe in between that had multiple interpretation.

“Mm-mm,” Lucy answers, to both of Roxanne’s questions. “Not really related to, um.” Hard to explain how that wouldn’t really work, at least in a way that wasn’t confusing. Roxanne seemed pretty nice, anyway, for someone with that kind of well-known presence in the city.

“Why?” May as well ask.

“I just haven’t met many others here that… well…” actually acknowledge the strange multidimensional nature of the city, she finished silently. Speaking with Harrison had at least made her feel less crazy. A deep regret settled in her stomach, she blamed her poor sleep for her snappish tone with the man. She could see in hindsight that she’d stepped over several lines. Yet the idea that he could be complacent in the concept of children being raised in prison still unsettled her greatly.

Focusing on the girl before her, Roxanne smoothed her hands over her skirt, “Mostly I only know my Megamind. As far as blue people go,” she really hoped that term was appropriate, “If you don’t mind my nosy reporter instincts, I’d love to get the chase to talk to you. Completely confidential, of course.”

Halloween Town

scarboroughskellington:

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

Bluebell arched her eyebrows at the girl, that smile really made her feel like this had to be a dream, “Halloween town huh?” rocking back on her heels with her hands on her hips, she decided it was best just to roll with it for now, “Megamind, Incredibly Criminal Genius Handsome Mistress of all Villainy of Metrocity.”

She rhymed the city name with atrocity, as in her mind, that’s what it was. Her chin held high, she grinned widely, showing her real teeth under the painted on ones, “But you can just call me, Megamind.”

Scarborough cackled again, grinning gleefully back at the other. “That’s quite a title you’ve got for yourself. And I’ve never heard of a place called Metrocity before. Sounds like a terrifying place.” Of course, to her, terrifying was a good thing. After all, this was Halloween. Terrifying was what they aimed for.

Looking around Bell wondered, “You guys really go all out for Halloween, huh?” her arms crossed she tapped a booted foot, “And I do my best to make sure the dissidents of the city are properly in the spirit,” she replied smugly, “Otherwise things would just be boring!” which in her mind, was the bigger crime.

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

teenage-and-blue:

“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities.

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?”

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

“No you’re not!” Lucy shoots back, sounding more certain of that than she honestly feels. Standing up a little straighter to look more confident, too. Narrowing her eyes after Bluebell’s next comment, she’s tapping one foot against the floor.

“Do I look like I’m wearing one?” is her return question, keeping a close eye on the older blue woman.

“Well no…” Bell scowled and crossed her arms embarrassed, “I just… didn’t expect to see someone else who was blue…” biting her lip, she look away, “I’m not gonna rob a sister. Blue pride.”

Rolling a shoulder as she debated internally, Bell finally holstered her de-gun, “You don’t have to call me Megamind. It’s Bluebell.”

📚

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

“Thank ya!”

“Attempt better nex’ time, mm?”

“You’ve yet to give me a reason why I should ever bother to entertain this offer again.”

“For one? A chance ta talk wi’ my husban’.”

“And does he actually accept dinner meeting invitations? Because I’m not doing this song and dance again.”

Starlight Picnic

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

“The best company,” Syx agreed, humming at the kiss. He put on his own helmet, a custom built full face mask that when activated shimmered until it made the illusion of a normal sized head. It was a low intrusion camouflage, just so that they didn’t draw unwanted attention.

Revving the bike until it purred between their legs, Syx tore out of Evil Lair. The door activated and closed behind them as he turned the bike out towards the highway to leave the city. With a mad laugh, he sped, taking the turns low and steep. Enjoying the adrenaline of the ride and his mate’s arms around him.

Anna couldn’t help the delighted sound she made as they raced through the streets. She trusted him fully, knowing he had full control of the bike as they took the corners too fast and perhaps lower than anybody else would feel comfortable on. Herself? She adored it. She knew should anything happen, she would protect him, as she always would. She wasn’t sure how it was she knew her body was far more durable than other humans.. but she knew it to be true on instinct alone.

She kept a firm hold of him until they came to a stop, making a soft breathless sound of laughter as she took the helmet. She got off first, reaching up to ruffle her cropped hair back into place before smiling to him. “Step one complete,” She mused in a somewhat teasing manner, chuckling softly.

Swinging off the bike once he’d parked in the quiet secluded location in the wooded area, Syx took off his helmet and reached out to tussle his mate’s hair as well. Ever since their first ride together he’d adored her adrenaline loving nature, having someone to thrill with him over the speed and danger on high-speed travel was better than he’d imagined. His arms wrapped around her, his lips against her neck, he purred, “Dangerous tiger.”

Pulling back Syx wondered, “Am I even safe? taking this beast back to the forest?” he waggled his brows at her, a delightfully wicked grin spreading on his face. fingers hooking the edge of her pants, he pulled their hips together, “I’ll get eaten alive.”

Biting his lip, he danced back enough to start grabbing the stuff from the saddle bags. Tight leather covered ass in the air as he bent over, looking back over his shoulder at her, “My wild tiger.”

“Trick or treat,” Dana said.

shitpostingrick:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dana, shall we get you home?”

Dana held his hand and nodded.
“Yes!”

Offering his hand to her, Minion asked, “So where is home?”

syx-blue:

Can it be, I’m not meant to play this part?

Now I see, That if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.

Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?

Somehow i cannot hide, who I am, though i tried.

When will my reflection show who I am inside?

-Reflection, Mulan Soundtrack

School sucked, ok?