Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“She can change shapes? We really aren’t sure what the limits are because of the memory loss, but she can turn into a full wolf or a werewolf sort of thing in between. Her mindset seems very… wolf-like? No matter what form. Also blue glowing eyes, they’re… heavenly,” Syx sighed, “And she is. She knows about the entirety of the four other people I’ve had sex with and her only stipulation is knowing I’m coming home to her in the end. And well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he recalled his predate well wishes from his mate, “She did mark me before I left, but I deeply assure you she both knows about you, is happy for us, and wants to meet you.” 

Seeing Syx so happy as he talks about this woman can’t help but make Harrison smile.  Its how he feels about Wayne.  He may love Syx and enjoy the relationship they’re building, but Wayne is home.  He’s not sure he could be with Syx like this without his mates love and support.  

“We’re a lucky pair,” he says, somewhat a non-sequitur as his words don’t necessarily explain the train of thought that got him there.  “To have found such wonderful mates.  I can’t wait to meet yours.  She has good taste in clothes so I like her already.”  He squeezed Syx’s hands one last time with a cheeky grin, then let them go to slide his plate and drink over to where he was sitting.  This is where he wants to be now, next to this charming man he adores so much.  

As they slide apart, Syx laughed, “She certainly does, though you’d hardly know from what she normally wears. Which is next to nothing,” he winked, “Which is a lovely sight all by itself.”

Very content to have Harrison beside him, Syx shifted his leg to brush against his date’s as the villain took another bite of the meat. This was proving to reassure many of the worries Syx had wondered about. More than lust and definitely love. One compatible with them both having separate lives and separate mates. But still intertwined. Never in a million years would he have guess that his future would have lead him to this beautiful moment. A smile playing over his lips, he echoed, “Very lucky indeed.”

Wolf m!a

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Sucking in a breath of surprise through his nose that came out more like a snort, Syx shifted to accommodate is now wolfy black mate. Nuzzling into her fur, he let out a small ‘woof’ and soft comfortable grumbles. She’d always smelled so wild and free and so very Anna in her wolf form. With his new nose it there was so much more to that now. In some ways far less than he could smell before, in others far more. He could smell himself on her, the sheets she’d slept in, the Lair and the things she’d touched, hints of the food she’d had. Her emotions and her Anna’ness were still there… but much of the subtle detail was lost. 

Burying his nose into her fur, Syx snuffled his mate. Moving his nose around her with interest as he sought what his senses could no longer give him. And to marvel over all the olfactory information he was now getting.

It was the gentle nuzzle of her mate in this form that drew her to further relax, tilting her head off to the side to give him further access to whatever he may want to do and wherever he would want to sniff. It was all these actions that caused something magnificent to happen, the scent of pine and forest growing so strong she could suddenly picture it clearly in her mind. A place that felt so strongly of home she could feel the dirt beneath her, could hear the birds singing overhead. She could feel the sensation of her pack, could feel the rustling of her fur as her mother brushed by much like Syx was doing with his nose now… 

She felt so alive, she felt so whole, a piece of her falling into place before the memory faded and remained at a reachable distance. Unaware to it, she had tears running along her fur, making soft whining noises in the back of her throat before she nuzzled against him and licked at his jaw with almost anxious actions. Taking in a breath, she shifted forms once again, breathing out heavily as she soon moved to embrace Syx, eyes closing tightly. 

“Pack…” she whispered the word, knowing it to be true. 

Syx distressed at her whining, whimpering softly back as he washed her face and pressed his body against hers. She meant the world to him no matter what shape she had. She was part of his home. Like Minion, he revolved around her movements in their lives like gravity. She was home. Where ever they were was home. 

Never did he wasn’t her to be sad. His senses were thrown off in his wolf form, but as he washed her face he could tell it was far more complicated than just sad or happy tears. And pack… that seemed like a good word. He still wasn’t sure what sort of social groups his people formed, but the idea of having all his loved ones together, being near them in larger number than the standard human family unit… that sounded wonderful. 

Park Busker

kmcp8reporter:

mylittlepandora:

-The next song was worse than the first one and Pandora walked faster towards him. Homeless or not he honestly can pick another spot to make people feel bad, not where children are happy and try to play. God lord, They don’t deserve to hear the man’s personal agony. –

“Excuse mee!!” She called loudly over to him, waving a hand – “Hey you!!” – But what she found when she turned around on the last tree made her stop in her tracks. Pandora froze, and immediately frowned, her lips pursed aside in distrust.. A wave of different feelings melted inside her chest, unable to decide if she should run away or shoot him in the middle of the head.  It was him! From all the people in the world. Him…Metro man..but for all the science and virtual energy! What happened to him!!. It was like see a Hippie in disgrace. He? playing the guitar.-

Her expression changed abruptly. Her stare yet distrustful before her thin arms crossed front her chest. “What is exactly happening here?“Was he dying? Harrison Drake kicked him from the tower? Maybe he got amnesia and now was in terminal state. She can’t figure out why.. maybe he was faking the whole actiong. The worse is that no one seemed to notice who he is for real!!

The elderly woman who’d been enjoying the music dropped the bills quickly into Wayne’s open case and scampered off upon seeing the look on Pandora’s face. Wayne was incredibly oblivious at first, continuing his mournful song. Strumming another note, Wayne tipped his head back and let the sun hit his face, his voice filled with overflowing emotion. The song took on a near frantic swell, chaotic as his heart. 

Finally noticing the intensity on the pink haired woman, Wayne turned his head towards her. He was so used to wearing masks, his face only ever reflected his true feeling when he was lost in thought, so his friendly mask slid into place. He flashed a charming smile like a familiar glove. Even if it was far more uncomfortable and exhausting than it once was. His eyes still shown with his weariness, but his smile was as brilliant as ever. 

His little Blue buddy used to call it nearly predatory, there was something about the larger alien. He was in truth as inhuman as any of the blues, humans just refused to be aware of it. Wayne was certain they did see it. There was a reason few wanted to actually befriend him. To spend a lot of time with him. Something that was off, unsettling. It was why his Mother was so insistent he learned to be a charming boy, to win them over. It had worked… but only as admiration. The charm and smiles had won him few real friends… and those were all gone now. 

“I’m taking requests if you have something in mind, little lady,” Wayne offered, twanging the guitar string again. He noticed her stance but refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t do that anymore. Done, hands washed of the whole mess. It never did any good. 

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Nodding, Syx’s cheeks colored a light lavender. He thread his fingers with Harrison’s as he spoke, “She’s the calm to my chaos and the hammer to my stubbornness. I’m thinking I’m going to ask her to be my Evil Queen. She’s already been living with us and just, god Harrison. She’s perfect and gorgeous. She loves me and she accepts this,” he held up their squeezed together hands, “She even helped pick out my outfit for tonight. And yeah,” his blush darkened, “We haven’t talked about it in earnest, but we both want kids. Well, she tends to put it as growing our pack. It’s a wolf thing.”

“Is-is she part wolf or something?” Harrison asked, blinking a few times in surprise.  He’d been ready to ask if she knew about him, figuring from Syx’s dislike of dirty little sex secrets that she did.  But it was a long way from knowing a thing to helping dress your lover for a date with another man.  “And she really is okay?  With us?” he added, trying and mostly failing to hide his anxieties over it.  

“She can change shapes? We really aren’t sure what the limits are because of the memory loss, but she can turn into a full wolf or a werewolf sort of thing in between. Her mindset seems very… wolf-like? No matter what form. Also blue glowing eyes, they’re… heavenly,” Syx sighed, “And she is. She knows about the entirety of the four other people I’ve had sex with and her only stipulation is knowing I’m coming home to her in the end. And well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he recalled his predate well wishes from his mate, “She did mark me before I left, but I deeply assure you she both knows about you, is happy for us, and wants to meet you.” 

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”

There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”

Harrison’s cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment but having Syx steady his fluttering hands helps.  He remembers to breathe for starters.  “Anna…. that’s your…. girlfriend?  She lives with you?” he asks.  He’s never been entirely clear about the nature of that relationship and now seems as good a time as any to clear things up.  “And things are serious enough with her that you’d consider having a child with her?”

Nodding, Syx’s cheeks colored a light lavender. He thread his fingers with Harrison’s as he spoke, “She’s the calm to my chaos and the hammer to my stubbornness. I’m thinking I’m going to ask her to be my Evil Queen. She’s already been living with us and just, god Harrison. She’s perfect and gorgeous. She loves me and she accepts this,” he held up their squeezed together hands, “She even helped pick out my outfit for tonight. And yeah,” his blush darkened, “We haven’t talked about it in earnest, but we both want kids. Well, she tends to put it as growing our pack. It’s a wolf thing.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner. 

With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”

Harrison couldn’t help but get a little choked up at that.  The idea of Syx with a little blue baby?  Oh god it was adorable.  And another blue playmate for Devin?  A little one that he play big ‘brother’ or more like big cousin to?  The mental picture made his lower lip wibble.  

“Whenever that day comes, I will be happy to help in any way I can,” he replied heartily, nudging Syx back.  Then he suddenly realized how that sounded.  

“I mean, with the scientific end, the genetics and logistics of having healthy blue babies,” he rushed to say, moving his head away as he tried to wave his hands in the gesture of no.  One child was enough at this point in his life and as much as he loved Syx, he couldn’t imagine raising a child with anyone but Wayne.  “Not necessarily with the sexual conception of a child, I mean, assuming that’s what we’re talking about and not some kind of in vitro unless that’s what you want but I’m not sure if that’s what I want–” he babbled, unable to get himself out of the awkward hole he was continuing to dig.  

Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”

There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

“I-” Bell narrowed her eyes at Lucy, “Noooooo… no you DIDN’T! I haven’t gotten the balance figured out yet! It kept corkscrewing anytime I got above 10 feet!” she turned to the other girl, practically vibrating, “Tell me you didn’t! Hooooooooow?! You gotta shooooow meeeeeeeee.”

She grabbed Lucy’s shoulder and steered her to get on the bike, swinging onto it herself, “Come on, come on come on! I gotta see it too!”

Digging her heels in, the teenager is laughing anyway, resisting getting on Bell’s bike. “My place is next door, you don’t need to worry about that,” she explains through laughter, pointing to what looks like a storage warehouse more than within walking distance.

“It’s inside.” Thank god for the large doors she could use to get in and out while on the bike.

Bell looked between Lucy and the bike, “Well fine then! But it’s not nearly as fun to walk.”

She pouted a bit, having been looking forward to showing off her bike first, but the excitement of seeing this hover bike negated a lot of that. Not wanting to leave her bike out in the open for what now was seeming to turn into more of a thing than the smash and grab that had been the original plan for the day, Bell wheeled her bike around. Planning to park it in Lucy’s garage. 

“Alright! Reveal this mystery onto me!“

Feathers and Spikes

ever-so-humble:

kmcp8reporter:

“It was quite a shock when I was told to come down here to report on Megamind,” Roxanne laughed easily, “I’ve never seen the action from this angle,” she looked demurely at the heroine, “It was a pleasant change of pace.”

“Well, yes, being on this side of the rope, as it were.” Hearing a similar sentiment from this Roxanne is oddly nostalgic, pulling herself back into focus as Megamind tries to keep from getting lost in the memory from before. Now wasn’t the time. “So I suppose now is the time for more serious questions?”

Roxanne gave a bright laugh, very relaxed around this person who was a total stranger but very familiar despite herself. Her fingers ran over her mic absently as her lips curled into a warm smile, “I do have to say, skipping the ropes was lovely.”

“Oh right, duh,” she chuckled, scoffing at herself. The post-heroic interview. Her cameraman sighed ‘finally’ under his breath. Straightening her shoulders, Roxanne turned to the camera and waited for her cue, “With me is Metro City’s defender, Megamind, who has once again saved our fair city from disaster at the hands the latest round of super powered ruffians.”

She turned back to the heroine, “Megamind, do you think we’ll be seeing more of their like in the future? Should the citizens of Metro City be prepared to see them roaming the streets once more?” Roxanne raised a thin brow, the revolving door of the prison system being an unfortunate reality in the city.

Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

Bell pouted, she’d really been hoping to make him squirm or embarrassed rather than laugh. Still, it was something.

Though the question did give her a chance to bring it back around to her seemingly non sequitur she’d started with, “Oh yeah, a day per tentacle. So, seven,” she bit her lip and raised a brow, “All total.”

“Seven days?” Now he sounds impressed. “Must’ve been some work, huh.” Both in size and design, from the sound of it. “Haven’t gotten one that size myself.”

Yet, at least, whether that would change in the future or not Ulric would have to find out when the time came.

“Oh. My. God.” Bell groaned in frustration slapping her own cheeks, “I don’t know where to even go with this anymore.”

The blue woman, sagged in defeat, “Yeah, yeah… it’s the biggest tattoo I’ve ever got and it hurt like a bitch, but I figured it’d all be worth it in the end,” she glared sullenly at the man who was endlessly thwarting her fun, “But some people are impossible.”