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.

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!“

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.”

Not Allowed

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

The bullies had no desire to face off with the woman they’d regularly seen doing the routines Haylee did. They backed off, but not without parting shots, “Well I guess now we know why she looks like that. I should have known a real woman wouldn’t have those arms,” they dismissed at Haylee, “The freaks all grouping together.”

The other woman thrust her chin up, “Don’t even think about ever coming in here again you sick fucks! I’m reporting you right now. Management will ban your ass!” as they left, Belle could still hear their voices as they called her a guy as they complained to each other.

Sobbing into her knees, she bit into her finger hard, rocking in place. She needed to dress, needed to move. But she couldn’t. She wanted to scream, but she forced it inside. Even breathing was hard enough. Too much. It was all too much.

Despite what it was the group of females were saying, Haylee didn’t budge, nor did she even bother replying to what was being said. There was not a chance in hell she would even entertain them with some kind of comeback, knowing that doing such a thing would only cause more harm than good. After all, she had tried talking so many times to get out of whatever discipline was coming to her, tried to talk her way out whatever fresh torture would come her way whenever she had done something wrong. It could have been the smallest thing, quite honestly… though even to this day, she couldn’t even stand the sight of marbled cake without feeling a rush of something akin to panic.

Sighing softly, she could hear the choked noises from behind her that had some of that hardened outer shell she wore softening, reaching immediately for the towel that had been discarded before she stepped forward and gently covered the girl’s shoulders.. she had seen the way Belle had dressed, saw the way that she held herself until this point…

“They’re ignorant,” Haylee spoke quietly, hoping that with the towel covering her and Haylee’s body providing a sort of block from the outside world it would allow Belle to calm down further.

Belle accepted the towel gratefully and wrapped it around herself. She was beyond thankful that the woman who’d stepped in hadn’t tried to touch her. Normally she could put up with it, but not as near breaking as she was now. Making a whiney noise, Belle grabbed the edge of the towel and bite into it. Her feet stamping on the tiles where she sat curled into a ball.

She hated this. Hated how she couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t make her voice connect to her mind. The way everything she felt was just too much. Her mind sparking into static and silence that defied description. Chewing on the towel and digging her fingers into her thighs to the point that she left behind the marks of her own nails, Belle finally found her voice again.

Sniffling and wiping her nose roughly with the back of her hand, her eyes wandered over Haylee’s feet and arms, anywhere but her face, “Thanks.”

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TXT] do only aliens own canons? that doesn’t seem right. How else do you send you frienemies glitter?

[TXT] or do you know M? don’t let that sweet smile fool you!! or those big brown eyes!

[TXT] I’m still glaring at him but he refuses to acknowledge the fact

[TXT] what’s his name? is he big? is it fun to pet snakes?

[Text] You said fish, right? Isn’t there someone like that?

[Text] Don’t think I do

[Text] Noodle, not really and I think so?

[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? 👀

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Minion nodded, his little body floating up and down in the tank. That would help explain the difficult the other found English… But than again Minion always wondered if he’d find the language here so easy without the obvious modifications he had. Lost in thought, he started humming again as they finished their walk. He’d enjoyed the sound of Azlariel’s voice.

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.

1000liveslived:

There was absolutely no denying the fact that their relationship was the furthest thing from being normal, nor even healthy, quite honestly. Constantly dancing between bickering, being friendly and tumbling between the sheets, it was always a toss up to just what would happen between them whenever they ran into one another. It wasn’t something Lyn really thought too much on, though of course Jim did know what all went on (~~even if he didn’t like it~~). Even if she didn’t know what it was that was goign on between them, it didn’t stop her from creating some kind of bond with him… and she thought she had made that much clear.

Though now, she wasn’t so sure. She hated the fact that her eyes closed as he cupped her cheek, hated the fact that she leaned into the touch she craved so deeply. She didn’t even react in the slightest when he spoke the nickname generally only Jim used… but then again Syx was among the very few she would tolerate calling her that. She was just about to pull away when he kissed her, taking in a sharp breath through her nose, exhaling heavily when he pulled to press his forehead against hers.

His question wasn’t met with an immediate answer, sighing out slowly with a low noise in the back of her throat, “..Fuck if I know… I jus’ know… if ya need somethin’ ta change.. I can change.. I can..” she murmured, her words quiet as she kept her eyes closed. Behind her lids she could see the images of her Father, Char, Bell… and Syx.

“Fuck…” Syx blew out a breath, “I… don’t know what to do…” he worried his lower lip between his teeth. His emotions in turmoil. Shifting, he pulled back just enough to get a breath of air that didn’t smell of Lyn. To try and clear his head.

With his legs curled beside her, the blue alien let his thoughts vocalize into the air between them. As he rambled softly, he ran his fingers over the fabric of the sheets below them.

“My mate is Anna… you met her at least once… the black wolf? She… knows about this. About me and you. But… this is still… half the time we’re at each other’s throats,” he rubbed his hands over his face roughly, “I’ve slept with all of five people, Em. But all the others I at least had it okayed beforehand, the fact that no one is the only one… even if in the end it fell apart because of that… Except you. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen. Wasn’t supposed to happen again. And again.”

He blushed lavender, his fingers brushing her leg, “You drive me insane. You push every one of my buttons. Somedays I swear I want to hit you until we’re both bleeding… somedays I just want to bite you and feel your teeth on my skin in turn,” his eyes darkened, oh the marks they’d leave on each other, “but this… it can’t be healthy…” he sagged, “But the truth is, your nicotine. I can’t quit you.”

Childish Escape

1000liveslived:

Should Bell have pulled from Lyn’s grasp at all, she would have immediately released her… though as it were, the feline girl merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Ya don’t have to trust me at all, girlie,” She informed her, releasing her grip on her as she spoke. She didn’t care if Bell took her offered help or not, she wasn’t about to stick around long enough to be anywhere near this place by the time the cops got there. She had heard the sirens before Bell did, her urgency in the actions to get away fueled by the subtle sounds her ears could pick up before most others.

“Yeah yeah that’s what I thought,” Lyn mused, smirking just a touch before letting the sound of her chuckle die down, looking over at the girl with a raise of her brow. “Tha more you threaten me, girlie, the less inclined I am ta help you. Now, unless ya wanna be handed right over to the boys in blue, I suggest you get that stick outta your ass before you really piss me off,” she was already skating on thin ice. Lyn was honestly growing very tired of the tough chick act, and wasn’t likely to even think twice before she showed just how bad of an idea it was to piss her off.

“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!

Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”

Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”

“If ya say so, bu’ I think ya overblowin’ jus’ how high.”

“You’ll find, Mrs’ Delic, that you’re the one underestimating ME!”

Blood and Bonding

1000liveslived:

Glad for the support he was offering her, Lyn sure as hell wasn’t going to admit such a thing to the man she held a relatively complicated relationship with. Her own arm tightening around her, she merely nodded with a soft sound in the back of her throat as he gave her whatever excuse he gave her. She at least kept up some of her appearance as she glanced over at him, merely grunting as he led them out into the hallway.

“Don’t worry…” She murmured, keeping her voice down. She used his support to keep herself more stabilized than what she could have accomplished on her own, maneuvering through the hallways with him quietly. It was quite honestly slow going, the active guards that were moving about that hadn’t been harmed by her firewall racing about to try to find them… and to no avail. It wasn’t all that much of a secret, that should Syx and Lyn both find themselves on the same side, there wasn’t a whole lot that they couldn’t accomplish. Though it generally took something as large as this to get them to stop bickering to begin with.

It seemed to take ages before they finally got outside of the prison building itself, the sunlight causing Lyn to squint a bit with an unhappy noise. “…Almost there,” she breathed, more than ready to get the hell out of there and get to her Dad…

“Just keep your head down,” Syx hissed softly, he recalled all too easily that the towers had snipers. Normally he felt safe that they’d be using the tranquilizers… but with Lyn by his side… that was now questionable. Hopefully, the invisibility field would keep doing its trick.

Another patrol swept through as they had to freeze motionless and pray, this one far too close. Syx worried most about the blood, the dogs might track that.

His arms pressed against Lyn, mostly to hold her up rather than to hold her back, Syx’s stomach dropped out. A guard looked right at them! Or at the vague shimmery outline. Every muscle in his body tightened, praying Lyn still had enough in her to fight the group in her state. He could at most fight two at a time if he was lucky, this group was too big. Just FUCK!

They the guard looked away, pointing the opposite direction to his fellows. As the group moved away and the hammering of his heart in his ears faded, Syx realized he recognized that man. One of the guards on his payroll. Oh, thank fuck! Sagging with relief, he motioned for Lyn to move again.

Bringing them to crouch right next to the first fence, the blue man whispered into his companion’s ear, “Right here, just one more fence after this,” he bit his lip, “Can you manage the sewers… no, no, nevermind. We can use the second extraction point. Walking further would be better than ladders…” and the possibility of her open wounds going septic from the things in the sewers.