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Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

“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.”

Her frustration prompts a look of sympathy, one that Ulric doesn’t hide in time from being seen. But that sullen glare has him trying to keep from laughing. “Mira says the same thing.” Not in the same tone, obviously, but it was still familiar.

Bell huffed again, arms crossed, ❝Then I should go show her, she’d prolly appreciate it!❞

oikosheart:

mortal: unknown

Belle chewed on her lower lip as she stood before the woman, twisting her fingers in nerves and looking down at her toes. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Trying again, she managed, “… hello?”

               Goodness,
she seemed more nervous than Hestia was—deciding the other was no threat, the goddess
assumed a kinder demeanor. “Hello… sorry
if I was staring.”

Belle clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels, “I was supposed to find something useful to do…” she trailed off.

The young Egyptian girl had been raised in the temples. She had dedicated herself to the temples rather than marry. She kept her eyes on the ground, eye contact was too difficult and it was safer to avoid anyway.

Starlight Picnic

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Syx melted into her kiss, his free hand drifting gently behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair. The feel of it always delighting him. And her love. The smell of it, of her, he seemed to be able to read so many more subtleties the longer they were together. So many little flavors of it that he hadn’t gotten before. A faint bouquet that was all that much sweeter becuase he had learned to read her. 

Wild and earthy and free. She reminded him of cardamon and dark chocolate. Campfire cooked marshmallows and the smell of the wind right off the lake. It’s why he had to take her here. Where the wilderness met the Lake. Where his life met her nature. Under the stars, he came from and on the Earth she was born from. 

Syx would always be a city creature, but the woods always had a fascination… Even more so when he was wrapped up in his dear Tiger… No, his Evil Queen. His lips moved with a greater urgency as he rolled over the top of her, his kisses trailing down her neck to suck on the tender skin. Clever blue fingers worked their way under the layers of warm clothing, seeking skin. The fire of her, so hot to his cool touch. With his palm pressed against her side, he moaned softly into her mouth, “Anna…”

And then he recalled that the gift was only half over, “OH!”

Bouncing off her with a giddy smile plastered all over his face, he waved his hands about wildly, “I have more! I’ve been working on it for ages. Oh where did I put that?” the blue genius started digging through the pack, “Because you can hardly be an Evil Queen without a costume!” he looked over his shoulder and quickly added, “Not that you have to go out and commit dastardly evil schemes with me, but if you wanted to. And if you DO then we can put branding on this!”

The sensation of his fingers threading through her short hair sent a rush of desire through her, his actions meaning far more than words ever could. The gentle touch made it clear that he loved her so deeply, showed her that she was precious to him. There was so much to her mate that was before her that she got the true pleasure of seeing, so much to him than any of those silly humans below could ever imagine. He was passionate and charming with many different quirks that truly made him unique in his own special way. He was hers… he was her mate regardless of who’s arms he might lay in. In the end, Syx would come home to her, in the end her scent was marked so deeply into his skin that he would never have a doubt of who truly held his soul. 

The instant he rolled to hover over her she turned right along with him so her shoulder blades rested flat against the earth beneath them. They were a beautiful mix of nature and mechanics, his own scent mingled together with the robots that he worked with and the various scents of the workshop he spent a good portion of his time in. Though beneath that, there was a unique scent she couldn’t quite place, one that was wild and untamed just as she was, one that never failed to put her at ease or rile her into a state as she was now as their lips began to move urgently against one another. She pressed further into him, making a noise of need in the back of her throat as she adjusted her hold on him to bring him closer yet… 

Only to have him suddenly pull from her. Blinking her eyes open, her lips remained parted as if she were preparing to kiss him again as he bounced away with his usual energy, even if it was a bit more exuberant than usual. Forcing herself to calm down a bit, she merely smiled a small smile, watching him as he rattled on. 

“Well, if I have an outfit now, you should absolutely show me. You can’t just tell me you have it for me and not show it to me, love,” She teased, smiling as she brought her thumb to her ring finger and began to fiddle with the ring that rested there. She was definitely curious enough, though definitely not enough to forget about her desire she still felt. 

“Aha!” Syx cried in triumph and pulled out the cubes. He held them out to her and with a drop of water they reappeared. He showed off the thin strappy bikini first, “Now this doesn’t really look like much but it’s a special fabric me and Minion have been working on. It can stretch to fit any size or shape without braking down it’s elasticity. So wearing this, you’ll be covered regardless of what you change into and it will shrink back with you.”

He was giddy as he bounced and showed off what he’d been spending so many night perfecting, “I could have made it fully covering but considering fur and different limbs I was hoping the straps would give it the greatest versatility and still be relatively comfortable,” he shook out the cape, “This is for warmth and modesty. It is fully covering and has a deep hood and if we sized it right it’ll hit mid-thigh, buuuut,” he hit a button on the neck and the whole thing collapsed onto itself and formed a simple collar with a glowing blue pendant, “the material won’t provide any real protection, but it’s light and uses a very special variation of the de-hydration process. It rearranges just the molecules of this fabric. There aren’t many times when someone would need disappearing clothing, but this way you can go wolf without anything getting in the way!” his goofy grin split his face as he leaned towards Anna, awaiting her reaction. Truly hoping he’d done well in guessing what sort of things might be most useful to the woman who had so quickly become the most important person in his life.

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

“Heh… Well… technically? I mean-” Syx fluttered his hands about wildly “-I do keep escaping. Warden said I was up to…” he looked up in thought, “99 life sentences? Destruction of property, disruption of the lives of Metrocity’s sheeple, death threats against the city’s hero…” he ticked off on his fingers, “there was was a public indecency accusation in there somewhere but that was total rubbish. I wasn’t the one who was naked, Metro Man was. Yes. I caused it, but how was I supposed to know that was going to happen?”

“But mostly I’m in Ultra Max solitary for the escaping part,” he shrugged. He’d always just assumed that was common knowledge.

Paige looked to Syx with a blank expression, watching him as he attempted to explain away whatever it was that he did. Perhaps it was fairly common knowledge what he did, though Paige was still having a hard time connecting Syx to the Megamind that she actually heard about. Granted, she thought Megamind had been some big, elaborate joke that was going on for too long and too far by some man that really needed a reality check. Luckily enough, Paige never did have a problem with admitting when she was wrong. 

Even still, she sighed and rubbed her hand over her face, careful to not catch her piercings before looking at him again, “…Well then,” She mused slowly, “This is… certainly a lot,” She admitted, chuckling almost breathlessly. “Too bad its a bit too early for a drink just yet,” She teased. 

Syx rubbed his hand over his face with a sigh, “Yeah… I won’t hold it against you if you do anyway,” he shrugged helplessly.

Freddy returned at that point, “Here you kids go. Ain’t gonna be like any quiche you ever had before, I guarantee. Eat up before it gets cold.”

Grinning wish pride, he laid down the plated slices. The quiche was in a perfect tart shell with bacon, fire roasted tomato, asparagus, the egg perfectly fluffy, and utterly dairy free for Syx. He served it with potato wedges coated in seasoning and garlic and fresh orange juice. 

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TXT] M is a mama fish, yea

[TXT] he’s pretty one of a kind

[TXT] noodle! is he spaghetti? little pile o spaghetti noodle? 👀

[Text] So you are one of them right?

[Text] Seems like everyone is around here.

[Text] When he’s feeling lazy, he is!

[Photo]

[TXT] I’m not one of anything! I’m one of a kind!

[TXT] okay maybe not totally anymore but no one is as fucking sick ass as me. Im a magical glitter phenomenon!!!

[TXT] omg he’s an adorable lazy noodle

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

Keeping some attention on Minion following behind him, the route to the small off-shoot of the lake is one Azlariel knows well. Though he’s careful to pick a way through to it that would be easier for the alien following him.

The spot itself is relatively out of the way, but quiet, the second making it easier to find fish there.

Looking around the more secluded area, Minion found a spot to set the cooler chest down. Turning around in his tank to take it all in, he mused, “This is a lovely area. The water looks nice here.” 

He rarely took the opportunity to really swim in the lake. He had his huge tank back in the Lair after all. It was far better heated and without the worry about what he might run into. Still, sometimes it was tempting. 

“Would not ha’e let be overwize.” He sounds proud over the comment, more focus paid the water now that they were close enough for that. Small areas, at least, he could keep relatively clean.

Azlariel turns just enough to see the other alien. “Ha’e not zeen be’ore?”

“Oh I don’t tend to get out much just to explore,” Minion shrugged, “I did more of that when I was little, but it was mostly in the city. The lake is nice, when I have the free time,” which wasn’t very often. He always found himself with something he needed to do for his Sir… and now Anna as well. It left a fond smile on this toothy face.

nattjeger:

syx-blue:

“So fisticuffs or a giant canon? Either way, something is going to burn up on entry,” even theoretical or hyperbally, it was proving entertaining. 

“I will do a double back flip up to launch myself up to that hot motherfucker and fistfuck it until I become the sun itself.” He slurped loudly his drink until the pouch completely shrinked.

“The sun is defeated.”

“Alas, now we must forever fight in the shade. Distraught, how will the moon ever glow again?” Syx fluttered his hand to his chest mornfully, “They were lovers you know.”

The Game

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

#782 bobbed up and down, bowging at the bots that were treating it like an intruder. It recognized that they weren’t his group, but also struggled to recognize fully why he was not allowed to complete his mission in finding ‘not-Daddy-female’. Luckily his target came to him.

He dipped down before Girly and because Syx wasn’t 100% sure if his and Girly’s tech would be totally compatible, the bot started playing a brief video recording. The screen appeared projected on a nearby box. 

“Greetings hero! I, Megamind, humbly offer a parley over… MINION, what time is it? Lunch? I guess lunch, to you, Megamind. That still sounds weird. Anyway! The point is that I’m in need of a new heroic nemesis and I’m taking auditions? That really doesn’t sound right but that what this is. I really feel I’m far too sophisticated in my game to accept any newbie hero off the street and as you are one well familiar with the game, I’m extending an invitation to you as well. I eagerly await your response, ciao ciao.”

As soon as the projection starts playing, Megamind is paying careful attention to it. The offer itself intriguing, and one that brings a slow smile to her face. Turning to the Brainbot again after, that same smile is still apparent.

“Let him know the invitation is accepted,” she responds, waiting for the ‘bot to dip in a nod. “And to name a place that would be neutral ground.” Hopefully one that would be satisfying to both of them.

Just what this would result in she anticipated finding out, more so for the chance to match off against someone with a similar thought pattern. How those staged fights would go was for now an unknown. One Megamind was looking forward to turning into a known.

Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot. 

Whichever you prefer:
1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code
2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room
3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks

Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“I still have some of the sunfish I cooked for you, but he may like uncooked better,” Minion mused. Seeing the little guy staring up at him, the hench-fish moved closer and knelt. He offered his arms but didn’t make any move to grab or pick up. He didn’t want to startle the little guy with unwanted touch, especially if his skin turned out to be a sensitive as Minion’s scales. He flashed a bright friendly smile filled with teeth, “Why hello there.”

“Didn’t we get a bunch of those little fishy fish things that you put in a tank,” Syx gestured around forgetting the name of the type, “he could have some of those.”

Minion cringed sheepishly, “I got hungry.”

As soon as he can, the little alien reaches up to place both hands on the side of Minion’s tank. Carefully, as if he was on the edge of bolting still, and the feel of the glass has him giving a brief flash of teeth in frustration. Not used to something being between him and what was obviously water.

Trilling another question, his focus flickers away toward Syx again, solid black eyes focusing on the teenager.

“Oh!” Minion can understand the confusion with glass, he recalled that from his days as a little fry. The fish ducked his tank lower and touched the top. The nearly invisible seam moved at his touch. It had taken them forever to figure out how to mimic even a degree of the technology that had gone into the perfect sphere Minion had been sent to Earth in. In the end, all they had really managed was the trick top and nearly shatter-proof glass, “See, the water’s inside.”

Syx knelt near them, watching the baby and his life-long friend, “I wish I could understand you, little guy,” he sighed, “We’re trying to help. Promise. You need water too, right? Like Minion?”

He looked up at his friend, “Should I just get some of the cooked fish then?”