omg sooooo I’m writing again? So something good from all of this and it’s NaNo soooooo yeah, have a rough 6k story I wrote in one day because fuck life rn.
Rating: G
but tw for descriptions of the perspective of a clinically depressed characterSummary: The entire movie, but from the POV of Metro Man
( because I was thinking so much about him and I am depressed as fuck right now, also I have so many head canons for him I’d yet to explore )A Different Perspective
by Silver Spider
Tag: drabble
Sneaky girl
Bluebell was in a mood. That made it sound like it wasn’t her normal state of being. Still, it remained that the teen was feeling restless. Navigating by moonlight and street lights, she followed what was now a familiar route. Seeing the pine woods approaching Bell followed the deer path that had become her secret place. Bouncing along with her headphones in and player tucked in the pocket of her ripped up jacket with the modified giant hood. When the trees parted into the clearing, she crouched low and set up the device in her backpack to cause the cameras of the security to fog with static. Hiding the device among the ferns she paused at the tree line and plotted her course. When she was sure no one would see her she sprinted for the fence, leaping to scale it like a monkey. Dropping to the other side with a parkour roll the blue teen rushed for the decorative trees. Peeking around she scanned the building for the correct window, judging which rooms were lit.
Her goal was on the second floor. The window open. Excellent. With a wicked grin, she delighted in how well her infiltration was going. Taking a deep breath she dropped to a sprinters stance and took off across the gravel path, leaping when she reached the wall. Pushing off the wall she leaped, her fingers just catching the ornate brickwork. Her combat boots gave her extra grip as she clutched onto the wall, fingers screaming in protest. Teeth gritted her reached up for the next hold, legs spread to find purchase as she scaled the wall. Huffing she finally pulled herself up into the windowsill, wiggling to get her legs inside.
Ungracefully she landed with a thud inside the window, with a soft hiss as she rubbed her shoulder. Looking around she wondered if anyone in the manor heard her. Holding her breath as she lay awkwardly on the floor. Waiting…
With a sigh of relief when no shout of alarm was raised, Bell shoved herself up to her feet and eased over to the door to the hall. Peeking out into the Scott Manor, she still marveled at how fancy everything was. In her spiked and studded clothing, she was an eyesore to its perfection. Not for the first time she had to resist the urge to draw curly mustaches on all the portraits. She had a sharpie on her and everything! To restrain the desire, she paused and looked into a shiny vase and drew one on herself again. A proper villain ‘stache!
Doing a quiet “bwahahaha” the beginning super villainess crept out into the hall towards the stairs. Edging up them and tiptoeing through the quiet manor house until she heard the music coming from her goal, the large bedroom in the East Wing. She held her breath, edging open the door as quiet as possible. The Heroine, her nemesis lay just inside… the perfect sneak attack!
Wynette Scott was laying on her stomach on her bed, chewing on the end of her pencil as she stared down at the papers and school books before her, feet kicking idly. She was distracted, thus giving the Great and powerful Megamind the advantage! Especially as the heroine was dressed in barely more than underwear (pink hearts, not the Belle was looking at that perfect ass) and an angel wing tank top that barely fit her broad torso.
Bell watched the hero sigh in frustration, chin dropping into her hand, the time was now!
Vibrating with excitement and energy, Bell stalked closer and closer. It was a fight, not the giggle and give herself away until she was in jumping range. Leaping wildly out, Bluebell landed on the larger girl’s back, “Not even cute undies will save you now, Hero!”
A gasp and yelp sounded under her as Wyn moved under her, shock turning to a playful growl. An inhuman sort of growl that sent shivers through the blue alien. Large hands grabbing her, Bell was spun and pinned to the bed beneath the heroine, now able to see the horrible wicked grin Wyn was sporting.
Metro Chick cooed, “You may have gotten the jump on me, but you’ll never overpower the likes of me~”
Bell wiggled under the heroine, sticking out her green painted bottom lip as Wyn easily overpowered her. She looked rather ridiculous, evilly so if she said so herself, with poison green lips and glittering gold eyeshadow and now a sharpie mustache. Thrusting out her much smaller chest, the blue alien smirked smugly, “What makes you think I’m not right where I wanted to be? Bwahahahaha! You’ve fallen right into my trap!”
Wyn raised an eyebrow as she looked over Bell and licking a thumb and tried to rub it off the mustache.
“Why do you even do this with permanent marker you numbnut.” Wyn snorted.
“Because I’m evil and you’re the helpless damsel!” Bell protested from her spot pinned under her secret girlfriend, “How else am I supposed to twirl my mustache while you’re tied up helplessly?”
“You can’t twirl this one either,” Wyn pointed out, sitting up, straddling the smaller girl with her arms crossed over her broad chest.
“Can too!” brilliant rebuttal, Bell chided herself.
With a sparkle in her eye, Wyn leaned down, lips hovering over Bell’s, “Prove it. I’m sure you brought the rope, right?”
Maybe tonight would go as planned after all…
“Or! Maybe I’ll tie you up!” Wyn said brightly.
“Oh come ON! You don’t have the mustache for it!”
It was a good night.
🎤
{{ going to use this as an excuse to write a human!au drabble }}
The twins had been reconnecting. Tony still felt in a whirl that he even had a sister much less a twin that he hadn’t seen since he was three. Having ended up going to the same college, and in many of the same engineering classes, the two had become fast friends. But that wasn’t nearly good enough for Belle. She wanted to embrace this with both arms up and covered in glitter.
Which is how Tony ended up going to the karaoke bar with her on Friday night. It had taken quite a few drinks before Tony was even willing to set foot on the stage with Belle giggling madly and clinging to his arm in her own nervous self-consciousness. And of course she picked Time Warp. Rocky Horror was a favorite of his and he knew all the words by heart, so there went his excuse for mumbling the lines.
Laughing, Belle pressed her face into her twin’s back. Face strained, Tony hissed back, “This was your idea. Sis.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she bit her lip, bouncing, “Is it starting? Is it?”
Once the music began, Belle about shouted him deaf, “It’s astounding! Time is fleeting! Madness takes its toll!”
Feeling like a fool, Tony tried to keep up. Presentation. If you acted like it was okay, people would believe it. He rushed as his lines came again, “It’s so dreamy. Oh, fantasy free me. So you can’t see me. No not at all.”
Belle swung her hips, eyes nearly closed so she didn’t have to see the crowd. The fact that it was a song to dance to, Tony was grateful for. He was a shit singer, they both were, but they could dance. They slid through the moves silkily all while Tony barely sang loud enough and Belle shouted every line.
When it was all over and they slipped off stage, Tony wrapped his hands around his beer like a lifeline, “Why did you take Riff Raff?”
Belle snorted and flipped her curly blue hair, “You’re clearly a Magenta. Embrace it, brother.”
|| Meme: If my muse were a god || @bengalisms ||
Syx sat cross-legged at the tiny altar and took a deep breath to ground himself, “I don’t know if you can even hear me. Would any god on this planet listen to me?” he sighed looking down at blue fingers, he wasn’t sure why he even decided on this god of all the choices on this planet, except… “Blue skin. Only the gods are supposed to have that, right?” he rubbed his hands over his large head, “If it helps, I ‘fell from the heavens’ not that I think that helps at all,” he sighed heavily and twisted his fingers together, “I… I’m anything but holy. I’ve done so many horrible things.”
“I hated the god and justice that they rattled on about in prison. Why would their god care about me? How could he even be real? But good will? Mercy? I have to believe in that,” he clutched at his offering, it was painful to think of parting with it, but he needed to. He was a father now. He needed to set an example for his child, “I have to believe that humanity can get better, will get better. I’ve raged against it, shouted and ranted until my face was purple. I did things that I regret so much… hurt people I hadn’t meant to… out of pride and pity and wanting to destroy what I thought was unredeemable. Metrocity… Metro City, there is good here. It can be better, but there already IS good here. It was always just so hard to see when I was so angry.”
As he spoke his hands started disassembling the object he held. Small tools twisting and moving as he shed the outer casing and began removing wires and carefully pulled out the power supply.
“How do I come back from that?” he looked up at the alter, bright green eyes pleading, “Rajiv. God of Good Will. I don’t know if I have gods of my own. If they died when-” his throat closed and he couldn’t finish the thought, “But I have to believe in something. It might as well be in what I already believe in.”
From the debris of the dismantled object, he began freeing pieces and placing them on the alter’s base. When he was done he began piecing together the remnants again. When he was done it was a shell of what it had been, awkward with so many parts missing. No more destruction. No more pain. No more death.
Staring down at his gutted de-gun, only de-hydration remaining, a small smile crept onto his face, “Non-violence.Only for good. I doubt I could ever be a hero, but I can at least not be a villain. The rest is being destroyed as I speak. The death ray, all the guns… I won’t destroy the bots, but dogs are allowed to have teeth,” he bit his lip but he couldn’t bring himself to remove the bear trap jaws of his creations. Be bowed his head forward, “I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but I will do my best to be a worthy being. Worthy of the only home I’ve ever known, even if I wasn’t born on its soil.”
Syx has died – Anna
Anna hadn’t been there for him.. wasn’t there for her mate as she promised him she would be. He had died on her, left her alone.. and the worst part? They wouldn’t give her the body to bury her as her instincts demanded her to do. Driven forward to do what she felt in her heart to be right, she had launched herself into the morgue of the city.
She didn’t care about any of the silly mortal men that were there, their screams not touching her as she tore through the building. Their flesh tore easily beneath her claws, a flurry of fur and furry as she fought to get to her mate. She didn’t care about the bullets in her body that they managed to get off..
It wasn’t until she got to the room Syx’s body still rested in that things got far more complicated. She staggered in, a blood trail following her as her breath labored in her chest. There was a keening noise in her throat, her sorrow rising even further until she stood over him.
She threw her head back as she let out a mournful howl, the noise echoing off the walls.. but at the end? A gunshot rang out, stopping the noise entirely, and moments later? She collapsed entirely. Her last act was to reach forward for her mate, needing him even in his death..
It was soothing to know that she would be joining him soon
Syx has died (for Lyn XD)
Pausing, Lyn took all of two seconds to process this information, before nodding and dismissing the man with a flick of her wrist. “Alrigh’. Thanks fer tha info,” she murmured, waiting until the man was gone before turning to head for the bar.
She wasn’t entirely sure what it was she felt, honestly. She felt oddly… numb. She normally knew just how to react to everything, knew how to handle a situation. But this?
Pouring herself a drink, she slowly tipped it back, mulling over the news slowly in her mind.. and found she would miss the blue bastard..
Modern! Emma introducing her weird friend Anthony (;P) to her brother.
“Syx, Jesus, come on it’ll be fine!” Emma urged, beaming from ear to ear as she practically skipped in a circle before facing her best friend. Her blue eyes were alight with amusement as she giggled happily.
“..Yeah yeah, its easy for you to say,” the man grumbled, sighing as he straightened his leather jacket out. Emma wasted no time opening the door, revealing a man somewhat taller than her, relying heavily on a cane. Looking up, the man’s green eyes widened a moment.
“Sam! Hi!” She greeted, him clearly not expecting Emma to have just shown up.. chuckling, he rose to his full height and put his weight onto his good leg to embrace his sister.
“Sam, this is Syx, my friend I was telling you about. Syx, this is my brother Sam,” she mused, stepping aside as the younger man drew himself up with as much confidence as he could muster.
“Hey,” he greeted, raising his chin high. Sam chuckled, inclining his head in a simple nod, “HEllo.”
(( poor baby so awkward XD ))
📼 (Anna lol)
He heard the sound before he even entered the room. The bright blush already on his face. On the big screen was a video recorded by a brain bot from a while back, Wayne between Syx’s legs. The sounds of their lovemaking filling the room, tinny from the speakers.
Laughing nervously, he’s not entirely sure how Anna will take the discovery. Syx rubbed his arm, “Oh uuuh… going through my videos? Six-five-two tends to record things where I want it to or not.”
“Daddy! Can I see the alligators? Pleeeeease!? Mom said to ask you.. I wanna feed them!” The child’s eyes held a faint glow, reaching for Syx’s hand
Syx adored his little child. They had no idea their gender, it was nearly impossible to tell at that age considering the twist of genetics. They were forever previous to him though, “Did she now?” Syx pulled his child up into his arms, “Well my little one, let’s go see if they are up and playing. If they are you can throw down their kiddle.”
“Dad! help me!! The teacher told me I can’t assist school anymore.” he was upset and threw his bag to the floor with anger, leaving a hole in a second. “Tell her it was an accident!” He waved his hands, angry with the teacher and with himself yet unable to control his powers he made a wall fall into pieces and now all the school fears him and no kid wants to be his friend. “I’m not gonna hurt anyone, I want to be normal…I can’t even use the video games i always breaks them” he began to cry.
Syx pressed his hands against his son’s cheeks leaning down to kiss his forehead. He’d never know how difficult it could be to not be able to control you body and it’s powers. Wanting to be normal, wanting people to like him. That he understood. Failing to ba able to, he understood that as well. Hating that his child was forced to go through the same issues.
Sighing Syx wrapped an arm around his boy, “Humans… they can be horrible sometimes… but you’ll learn. It just takes time. And patients. And stubbornous,” a mischevious grin flashing across his face, “If it makes you feel better we can egg the horrible woman’s car? Or I can just go have a very serious talk to her.”
That would happen either way. He wouldn’t allow a child of his to be bullied out of school be a student or teacher. He’d pay for the damages, he always did. No, that woman would definitely be getting a visit from Mr. Blue.
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