Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

Still strongly contemplating getting a pack of smokes, not that he was planning on smoking them… not right now… but… Those thoughts swirling through his head, he turned a corner in the aisle without looking and smacked into a solid form.

Arms cartwheeling, he shifted into a defensive stance instinctually. His hand moving towards his de-gun before he even saw what or who he hit. When his eyes registered, he froze, mouth open, “Huh…?”

The guy was unlike anything he’d encountered before, but nice outfit certainly.

Dragora barely felt the little bag of bones touching him. If the dude crashed against him, he just felt it like if a courtain brushed slightly his side. A soft humm and his gaze moved away from his list, to rest on the blue man’s face. Drago’s lips’s pursed aside, looking at the alien with light interest. Scanning him, from up to down, trying to recognize him. At the end he noticed that it was not Harrison or Sheldon.

The corner of his lips melted into a slight half smile. Eyebrow up, half turning to face him. “Well well. When you crash on someone usually one say sorry. Not Huh” – Drago smirked, checking again the Alien attire. “No suit and tie…” he left the list back inside his pocket “…Finally a rebel” he added with a soft chuckle. Odd. The alien was odd. His tail waved with interest, wondering if also was cocky and arrogant like the rest. “Let me guess…. A DeGun, somewhere on your pants?” he tilts his head aside to confirm it.

Straightening, Syx crossed his arms, he really didn’t want to get kicked out of the shop for pulling a gun or have to flee from the cops. It was hard to enjoy a sugar snack on the run. Not that the thought didn’t have its own appeal… but it would detract from his ability to return to Anna in a timely manner.

“Sorry is for people who are sorry,” the villain snorted, “And that does greatly narrow down who you know. As far as I’m aware, versions of myself that lack my amazing fashion sense are far more rare,” he waved a hand over his leather-clad form. He really didn’t like that the stranger knew about his de-gun, but that was far from unexpected. It was his weapon of choice. He thrust out his chin, “And considering there are far too many of me that go by Megamind in this city, you can all me Mr. Blue.”

He fixed the man with a defiant gaze, he’d reclaimed that mocking moniker. His eyes daring the other to mock him for it, “And less rebel and more super villain. Titles are important,”

He was aware that he just announced that to the whole store… oops. Well, maybe the police run was going to be on the bill for today anyway depending on how the staff reacted if they overheard that.

“And you, my fine man?” he added with a sassy tongue pop.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Syx sighed heavily and Minion made placating gestures. Refocusing on the child, the blue teen tried to let the little baby as much freedom of movement as possible without letting him escape.

“You can’t understand English, that’s clear. Or just can’t speak it?” Syx rubbed his large forehead with one hand, “Either way, I can’t understand you.”

“It does appear to just be a baby, Sir,” Minion reasoned, “We were scared when we got here,” though it was only a guess influenced by their own experience to assume the child was new to earth. Or even a baby for that matter.

“And hungry,” Syx mused, “Do you need food? What do you eat?” the sharp teeth so similar to Minion’s gave him an idea, “Fish?”

Syx’s question earns a narrow-eyed look of confusion, taking the time to enjoy his physical freedom by giving himself some space between himself and the other aliens. Focus flickering between the two of them before he actually gets a better look at Minion, recognition removing the narrow’eyed look for a wide-eyed one.

Turning then to the taller alien’s suit, he reaches up, wanting to get a better look at the fish inside the dome.

“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.”

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

Belle bounced on her toes, “It’s sweet, right?” she clapped her hands together, gladly gloating over one of her pride and joys, “It’s an YZF-R1, an ‘06. Normally they only got a 172 hp crank but I rebuilt most of this from scratch and got it up to 190. Better suspension and rear stabilization too. I could own a race in this bad girl,” she patted the side of the bike lovingly, “I gave it a metallic electron blue pearlescent paint. It’s also equiped with the de-regulator and a earlier vision of the invisibility generator for evading the cops. They always insist that 120 mph is too fast,“ she laughed.

Checking over the bike one last time to get a closer look at the paint job, Lucy looks away and toward the older blue woman with a wide smirk. “It’s a great bike. If you like being stuck on the street,” she trails off, dropping that little lure to see if Bell would pick it up.

“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!”

Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

“Well it hasn’t stopped them from existing,” Bell laughed bubbly, “Some of us just love to live dangerously,” she purred the last word and rolled her hips. It was far too enjoyable to tease and flirt. It was almost a shame he was taking it all in stride. She winked at him and grabbed her crotch, one last try to make him squirm, “And yes, they do go aaaall the way up.”

Brows creeping upward, Ulric finally breaks out into laughter. It’d been a while since he’d dealt with this outside of Mira, and even with his own amusement he knew he wasn’t really interested in responding. “Must’ve taken a while to get all that inked, huh?”

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.”

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Minion followed along, humming Happy to himself. As they went along his curiosity grew, “So have you been in the city for long?” Minion really felt he would have noticed a creature like this before now, “I’ve been here since I was barely older than a fry, but the city has changed recently. I’m not really sure I’ve always been in this city, if you know what I mean.”

Regardless of not knowing what that tune is from, Azlariel finds himself idly keeping up with it in his own way, the quiet trilling he’d made a habit of taking on the same meter. Minion’s question cuts the sound off, however, trailing off into something more thoughtful. “Ha’e not known anyving elze.” Calculating the length of time takes a bit longer, however, eventually just shrugging it off.

“Not vat long. Zome time, vough.” he answers, the sketchiness of how time was measured here still not something the alien was entirely interested in figuring out more fully.

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.

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

“You know… the good bad,” Syx gave a helpless sort of shrug and waved a hand as he spoke, “Not I’m going to murder you, evil, just…” his gaze wandered to the direction his Uncle had left by, “The sort of bad where you have to decide between following the law or surviving.”

With a look of faint confusion, he tried to explain what to him seemed obvious, “Good bad is taking care of your family and protecting your people. It’s not giving up just because some jerk sheeple in a fancy suit tells you that you’re worthless. It’s rejecting the faulty ethics of a corrupt city where everything is stacked against you and making a life despite it,” he waved his hand around at the restaurant around them, “It’s surviving despite the law, and the government, and the corrupt cops, and the hateful assholes. It’s not letting them turn you into something you’re not. Not giving into them.”

He sighed, fidgeting with his fingers, “I… haven’t always been able to hold to that idea as closely as I’d like… but I always shoot for good bad and not evil bad,” because he felt like that might need clarification as well, he added, “Evil bad, not bwahaha I’m evil, like I do, but like… serial killers and murderers and sadistic thugs. True evil is the people who don’t give one fuck who they hurt. Not just that they don’t care, they enjoy it.”

His eyes were hard and distant, “In prison terms… if you know those? Good bad is min-sec, white collar or those that got jailed for drug possession or minor theft. True evil is ultra-max. None of my Uncles were ever higher than medium,” he bit his lip and looked back to his hands, “You’re already sitting with the only person in my extended family to ever be in max.”

Paige was quiet as Syx obviously struggled with whatever it was that he was trying to convey to her, brows slightly furrowed as she began to tap her tongue ring against the roof of her mouth without thought. She did listen to what he was saying, though she found his explanation a bit odd. Weren’t they all trying to make a life despite what the government tried to do? Weren’t they all stacked against…? It was something she certainly felt about herself, having gained a bad set of cards from the very beginning of her life. Struggling with an abusive household that held a hint of neglect, Paige had been surviving from the very moment she could walk…

All through his explanation she didn’t interrupt him, letting him talk as he saw fit, trying to figure it out in her own mind as he attempted to explain it. While it certainly shed some light on how it was this man thought, it still confused her to think that so many people in this world were apparently this… good bad combination? She certainly felt as if she was, but she had done nothing actually illegal in the process. Did that make her just good? She wasn’t entirely sure, and quite honestly the entire ordeal was giving her a headache.

Though his admission that he was in max prison had her frowning, brows furrowing, “Max? I thought you said you were good bad? Why would they put you in max prison..?” she was so damn confused, and that was evident in how she was looking to him. Didn’t he just say that true evil got the max? He wasn’t true evil though, that much she was for certain. She had lived with evil, lived with a cruel man… from what she saw, even on the news, Syx was not cruel.

“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.

Friendship Scribbles

1000liveslived:

⚜ Bluebell ⚜

Bell bit her lip and ducked her head, a light lavender blush covering her cheeks. She’d meant to say something silly, but now nothing would come out. Squeezing her friend’s fingers she finally forced out a laugh, “Y-yeah, heh. We totally need to get matching tattoos. That’d be so fucking badass, right?”

Lyn merely watched as the blush rose to her friend’s cheeks, something that she wouldn’t draw attention to … at least not yet, anyways. SHe’d bide her time with such a thing as she always did, finding herself laughing lightly as she returned the affectionate squeeze to Bell’s hand as well. It wasn’t all that uncommon for the feline to use physical acts like that to wordlessly show her affection, rather than actually speaking it out loud. It was the words that Bell spoke that drew that laughter out more, tilting her head back just a touch before grinning.

“A course it would be! Anythin’ I get tattooed on my would be bad ass,” she teased, winking before reaching forward to poke Bell’s cheek. “Ya wanna go an’ do it now?” she prompted, only partially joking.

Bell laughed brightly, “Fuck yeah you’d look bad ass. The baddest ass,” she waggled her brows, giggling madly.

“Would your dad be pissed? I fucking know mine would be, ha!” the young blue woman flopped back, staring up at the ceiling, “Damn, just imagining the look on his face next time I get slammered. He’d be the only one to know what it even meant to, ahahaha,” she held her sides laughing, though she really doubted she’d be brave enough to go through with getting that idea done. It would involve trusting the tattoo artist an awful lot.

Propping her chin on her hand and looking up at her friend, Bell mused, “But, yeah. Ink would be so fucking sweet.”

Trouble Cubed

1000liveslived:

⚜ Syx ⚜

Syx turned and gave her an incredulous look, “Oh god, no. One Doom Syndicate fighting another? I’m not suicidal. The whole city would look like a Mad Max film,” he shuddered at the devastation a full out super villain battle between powerhouses like that could potentially cause, “I want to forestall a major battle, not cause one.”

He sighed heavily and frowned softly at her show of concern, putting a hand halfway out towards her before dropping it and looking away, “I will,” he gave a half-hearted laugh and a shrug, “You know me, I always bounce back swinging.”

That last bit, though, “Fear?” his frown deepened, he was better at avoiding his darkest fears than facing them, “…how so?”

She watched him with an intelligent gleam in those pale eyes of hers, watching him react as he did. She knew this was likely hard for the blue man, and oddly enough she found herself almost sympathetic towards him. Not enough to openly help him and side with him, but certainly enough to soften her a bit in a manner that he would see from time to time ~~(when they weren’t bickering)~~. Much like her Father she preferred to keep a low profile… though should push come to shove, she would certainly intervene.

The question had her lips twitching just a touch, “Dad works on pleasure and happiness, yeah? The fine things in life. Call ‘imself a witch doctor fer a reason… works ta fix the ailments…,” she was speaking in riddles and she knew it… but it was how she needed to handle this right now. Where Jim used his powers to put people at ease, relax them and make them feel happy.. from what she understood and what he had told her, Jon used his smoke and powers to draw out the fear and terrify people. She hoped that Syx would catch her drift in where she was going with this, giving Syx information by explaining to him what her own Dad did with his powers…

“Yeah, so?” Syx looked at Lyn in exasperation waiting for her to finish the thought but she never did, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re as bad as a Sphynx.”

“There… there are a lot of ways I could interpret that,” he sighed heavily, but waved a hand dismissively at the thought, “Yeah, neutral, I get it. Hell Sphynx,” he shook his head but pulled himself together as he prepared to leave. He had so much to do.

He softened and bit his lip, “Thanks, though, Emma. It’s more than I started with.”

Not Allowed

glittergcld:

Haylee’s life was one that thrived on routine, something she insisted to keep a sense of normalcy in her when everything else would fall apart in an instant. Moving from town to town, never staying long enough to make friends by her own design. Sure, if she actually tried and talked to people, she would make friends, would be able to have some kind of connection with people, but the fact of the matter was, was her own paranoia in everything prevented her. She kept what she thought to be a healthy distance from anybody and everybody, unaware that such a thing would make her starved for any kind of interaction, even if such a thought terrified her.

It was because she was so insistent on keeping to herself, that she didn’t really pay much attention to what was around her as she got into the locker rooms, making sure to keep her eyes averted from everybody else’s as she concentrated on slowing her breathing down after her typically hard workout. It wasn’t likely a good thing that she pushed herself as hard as she did, as often as she did.. but feeling that exhaustion in her body was familiar, almost comforting in a manner that she didn’t even think about.

Walking towards the showers to wash away the sweat that continued to run down the strong columns of her back, her entire body glistening with sweat, she wasn’t entirely aware of everything going on even if she did hear the raised voices. She had always been good at managing to keep to herself, keeping out of other people’s business. She didn’t want to get involved, didn’t want to make herself known…

But when the blue haired person made that panicked noise and jerked from whatever was happening, Haylee couldn’t just turn a blind eye anymore. Feeling a pit rise in her stomach, she quickly moved forward, lips pressed together in a thin line with her displeasure, enough emotion rising through her to have a flicker of it in the false color of her green eyes… but not enough to truly break through the almost doll-like appearance of her. Rather than physically pulling the woman away from the other, Haylee placed herself between Bell and her tormentor, hands already fisted in case she would need to defend herself.

“That’s enough…” she urged, her heart pounding in her chest despite the way she held herself in preparation. She was fairly well known in this gym, enough so for the woman to hesitate when she saw Haylee. The woman with vibrant red hair didn’t make it a secret that she knew mixed martial arts, practicing it every single day in the gym they were in now.

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.

glittergcld:

sincerest-flattery:

syx-blue:

Minion spun in his tank, blinking his big brown eyes, “Holowatch?” he tried hopefully, maybe there had been a malfunction… both sets of eyes were green… he squinted at the not-Sir… no those were definitely the right eyes. What was going on here?

Syx pressed himself into Anna and drew in a tight breath, “Minion,” he felt so weak and helpless, “I need you?”

Despite his confusion, Minion responded to the plea. His large furry arms wrapping around both Anna and true-Sir, “It’s all right, Sir. We’re home, Sir. Everything will be better in the morning, you’ll see.”

They were words he’d said so often, like a ritual.

@sincerest-flattery

Muddling through to find an answer, right now, is far more difficult than Veda was used to. Something that makes the difficulty in putting words together worse, though just how that worked she wasn’t able to make sense of.

“I- Veda,” is finally forced out through clenched teeth, the woman tense and wanting to bolt. Despite that she’s still frozen in place, the mix of familiar and unfamiliar here enough to keep her from doing so. Minion’s question, for now, earns that same wide-eyed and near-frightened look.

@glittergcld

Hearing the weak sound of her mate’s voice in the female body, Anna feels a protective sensation rising within, arms tightening around him moments before Minion came to wrap his arms around them both. She made a low grumbling wolf-like noise in her chest, pressing a long and firm kiss to the top of his head. She relished in the sensation the two of them brought to her, the sensation of her pack surrounding her soothing her like nothing else could. Taking in a deep breath, she soon pulled away and looked to Minion.

“Can you take him and look with him through the footage? See if there is anything we can find from there?” She urged, her voice quiet and calm as always before turning towards Veda. Smiling a small, gentle smile she motioned with her hand extended palm up, “If you’re hungry, I would be happy to make some breakfast for you as well. I would appreciate the company, if anything,” She urged.

In her mind, she couldn’t have Veda running off and ruining anything that could potentially get any information… and these two standing where they were now, and Syx prone to more outbursts, she needed to get them separated.

@syx-blue

It was horrible, the dull feeling in his senses. He couldn’t smell the way Anna felt as she wrapped around him. It was disorienting and it wasn’t until it was gone that he realized just how essential that sense was.

He made a sound of protest as Anna separated herself from him, but what she said sounded right. He should check the video feeds… Even though Minion would be perfectly capable of that himself, Syx wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw it himself. Anna knew him well in that. But… but as logical as it was… He started at his mate as she approached the other person wearing his face. He feeling in his gut wasn’t something he was used to. Was… Was this what jealousy felt like? He didn’t want her with who ever that was… that Veda person. She was his. His mate.

He wouldn’t have left at all if it weren’t for Minion’s bulk and gentle mechanical hands, “I can draw you a bath after, Sir?”

@sincerest-flattery