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Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

“Tomato, tomato,” Syx shrugged off, pronouncing the word the same both times. He squinted up at her over his shoulder, “I mean… donuts are nice… but why would you assume that?”

Winding through the crowd proved not to be difficult at all. It turned out being blue and flanked by a huge woman with a dog meant they were given quite a bit of breathing room. Far more than he was used to since he normally only shopped (during business hours) in disguise. 

When they made it to the soft pretzel stand, he held his chin up, expecting to be refused service. He made sure to flash the cash before the cashier could even question him, “Two of your finest pretzels. With butter and cin-o-” he glanced at Wendalyn, “Cinna-men,” getting closer but the word still felt weird on his tongue today, “And please tell me you have the cream cheese.”

He was actually rather shocked when the woman took his order without defiance or questioning him. It was still so strange for his skin not to immediately get him kicked out of everything on principle. The cashier looked up to Wendalyn, not sure if the two were together but guessing so as they had walked up together.

[The butchered phrasing makes her roll her eyes. In this case, it’s not worth correcting him for not mispronouncing one of them.] My Megamind favored doughnuts above all other pastries.

[His twitchy behavior almost earns him another eye roll, but when he actually tries to say cinnamon correctly, she can’t help but give him a small smile. Prehaps this one isn’t as spitefully hopeless as the one she had grown up with. It’s almost cute.]

[Wendalyn waves off the cashier’s questioning look.] My order is separate from his.

[It doesn’t take the cashier long to get Syx’s order together and to accept his payment. Wendalyn has an even simpler order of just a plain pretzel. Once they both have their food, she gestures towards the various tables open to sit at.]

Taking his food, Syx leads the way to a place to sit. He picked a place where no one could come at him from behind, but also made sure the side for his companion to sit in had enough room for her size and dog. Ripping a bit of the pretzel and grinning at the hot steam that escaped, Syx dipping it into the cream cheese and munched on it happily. The dairy would upset his stomach later, but god was it delicious.

“So,” he waved a piece of pretzel around as he spoke, “Which one is yours anyway? I know of a few now. Let’s see…” he ticked them off on his fingers, “Female hero, tongue ring guy, two that wear suits… but I know you can’t mean either of those,” he tipped his head, feeling like he was missing some other options. His eyes flicked to her scar again, but he bit his tongue on the question for now. 

His leather jacket sleeves were getting in the way and leather didn’t really roll up… why had he gone gloveless today? He sighed internally, recalling his parting touches with Anna before coming here. That had been the reason, but now re regretted his exposed wrists. Fuck it all, he’d just leave the jacket on and just suffer through it. 

Sweet Treats

lotuseaterdragora:

syx-blue:

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Minion was currently teaching Anna more about baking and Syx had been forcefully shooed from the kitchen by his fish for his crimes of stealing cookie dough. Also for the fact that last time he ‘helped’ bake he set the toaster on fire. They weren’t even using the toaster nor was it plugged in. The blue genius still swears that Minion purposefully booby traps the kitchen. 

Syx had gone for a ride of his bike which after driving down the lake shore had brought him to the pier. But that proved boring fairly quickly, the lake not enough to hold his attention today. Which ended in him wandering the aisle of the supermart and glaring at anyone to he felt was staring at his skin or head. He’d gone out just in his studded leather jacket, tight black pants, his trademark boots, and a black t-shirt proclaiming ‘Alien Sex Fiend’ which he’d worn for Anna as a joke that morning and had forgotten about until he’d gotten to the store.

His little shopping basket was filling up, mostly with things Minion hated having in the Lair or at least looked at Syx disapprovingly for eating: twizzlers, every-flavor-jelly-beans, maple pop tarts, pixie sticks, and oreos. As it was, the blue alien was also contemplating a pack of smoke, not for now… but maybe for later. He really shouldn’t… but still… he added a box of chocolate covered raisins to his basket.

Shopping. He loves shopping. well. Not Really. He hates it. But there was no case in complain now that he was inside the store with a floating basket at his side, while calmly, he selected the next cereal box. Super colorful or super healthy…………….Let’s go with Colorful. Healthy sucks. 

Alixon stayed at home with the excuse that would be faster if he goes alone. The true was that the three kids now can explode things and she doesn’t want to pay more…..Or maybe was because the last time a kid tried to step on her foot with the fucking supermarket chart.  

Cereal, milk, cookies, cookies dough, tea, syrup. Just buying the brands he knows he has issues to copy yet. He can make with magic the exact copy of it, but it doesn’t have a sense if it doesn’t taste the same too. 

Wearing his heavy leather pants. long boots, mohawk hairstyle, and black ripped shirt with Arab letters, he continued with his task…

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.

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

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“Mrs. Delic… Literally all you’ve been is talk. I’m ready for show anytime.”

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“Ya of all people know tha’ i’ takes time ta ge’ things together.”

“Well the longer you take the likelier I’ll be horribly disappointed by the results. I do have quite high standards, Mrs. Delic.”

Starlight Picnic

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Awash with relief, Syx wrapped his arms around her. His kisses intermixed with his bubbling laughter. Rising he grabbed a hold of her and lifted Anna up as he spun around with mad excitement. She said YES!

Falling with her back to the soft earth, he pressed his forehead against hers, pressing butterfly kisses over her face, “You’ve already been my mate… but you’re so much more. I- I just don’t have words. I don’t think it’s possible to be happier than I am right now.”

He hoped she could tell. Could sense his love. He just didn’t have to words to explain and no language on Earth seemed enough. Maybe something not from Earth… his lips pressed against her ear he whispered a soft prayer of love in his native tongue that he barely understood. But this his Mother had said to him, over and over filled with love in her heart to him in his crib before the end of the world, “ <I love you and everything will be alright because you are loved.> ”

Anna truly didn’t think this was something that would occur to the two of them, more than content with how their relationship was to begin with. She had never considered the idea of marriage, and honestly believed Syx to have the same mentality. Though she was more than happy to be wrong in this moment, happily embracing him in turn as her own happy laughter mingled together with his. She would be whatever he needed her to be… and if that meant he would be her husband, she would happily embrace the new title. 

She made a pleased noise as he pressed her forehead together with his, her warmer clothing he insisted her to wear providing a barrier against the chill of the ground at her back. Her hands roamed along his back, able to scent the pure love that permeated the air around them from their mingling emotions. She was very aware of just how happy he was, daring to kiss him to show just how much she agreed with him. “I am over the moon..” She whispered to him, just before he spoke in his native language. 

Vibrantly colored eyes opened to gaze at him, shimmering with emotion, able to feel the significance in this moment… “..That was beautiful..” She whispered, tilting her head a bit in a more animal like manner, “What did it mean?” she prompted, unaware that he may not know. 

Syx ducked his had, “It uhh… Doesn’t translate well,” he didn’t have the context of understanding of his native language to even begin to hope at translating it. He traced his blue fingers over the warm brown of her neck, “It’s something mother used to tell me.”

Kissing her neck again he murmured, “It means love and promises and hope for the future,” sitting in the sandy earth, the stars above them, Syx curled his arms around Anna and threaded their fingers together, “Because right here, like this, with you, the future is a beautiful thing.”

azlariel:

syx-blue:

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“Oh!” Minion brightened, “If English is a problem I know Russian, French, Korean, and Japanese fluently. Not nearly as many as Sir, but I am fairly decent at a few others too if that helps.”

Chuckling a bit he added, “It is a bit exposed out here, isn’t it?” he twirled around in his tank, “We can certainly go somewhere less in the open,” he hummed thinking about the area around here, he’d been planning on just going back to the Lair, “Any suggestions?”

The amount of different languages on this planet still caught the alien by surprise when the subject came up. “No, voze are… not needed.” More because Azlariel didn’t know them himself, partially because keeping up in English as it stood took some work. When he had a better grasp of that language he’d try something more.

“Ha’e a plaze vat can work.” Not near home, but close. Useable, as well.

“Well, as long as you’re sure,” Minion shrugged one large padded shoulder. Hefting up the container of fish, he bobbed in his tank with a toothy but friendly grin, “Lead the way.”

It’s the food that Azlariel focuses on first before realizing that Minion had continued speaking, and he pulls his focus back to the other alien. Nodding as well, it’s with continued checking to make sure Minion was following that he turns, begins heading in the direction of the place he had in mind.

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.”

Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

Bluebell popped her hip out and placed a hand on it, “Oh yeah. Can’t really even tell the normal tentacles from the mating once until he reaches out and sticks it in,” she traced one of her tentacle tattoos with a finger, “Oh course the whole thing is rather risky for the male. She likes to eat him when it’s all over.”

She’d been in the shop to plan out a new tattoo, the tentacles were still so new but she already wanted more ink. But this time something more symbolic and sweet for her loves. Plotting out that idea was proving far harder.

While Bluebell was talking, Ulric closes his eyes momentarily, having to reorient to the way her voice looks before responding. His usual lopsided grin in place. “Sucks to be an octopus then, huh?” he asks easily, taking the chance to once again take a look over what he could see from the front.

Not having a design in particular in mind, the hybrid figured he had plenty of time to figure that out. More so with it being a joint decision, when the time came.

“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.”

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

teenage-and-blue:

“I’m not your sidekick!” Lucy is quick to remind, stumbling along behind Bluebell as she’s tugged forward. “Wait, Lair?”

She was going to get to go to one of those, now? Her reluctance is almost completely gone by now, letting Bluebell take the lead.

“Well I can’t be the sidekick,” Bell huffed, “I’m older than you. That’d be silly.”

Leading the way back to her bike, she suddenly lit up, “OH! We could be a league! Aaahh, but you can’t have a league with only two members,” slowing to a halt, she crossed her arms and scowled at the ground next to her bike, tapping her foot rhythmically, “Alliance? Duo? Dastardly Glitter Twins? See this is why sidekick worked better.”

Lucy’s protests from earlier die quickly at the sight of Bell’s bike, focusing on that more than the other’s continued musing over what to call her. “What kind is it?” the teen asks suddenly, examining the machine as closely as she could.

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.

moanaialiki:

syx-blue:

Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”

Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.

“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”

“My ANCESTORS.” Moana answered simply with a small grin. “Our ancestors of the Pacific Islands were navigating and sailing across the seas way before the vikings. We used techniques with the simplest of technologies. The things my ancestors could do was amazing.”

There’s the obvious excitement in her voice, eyes LIGHTING UP at the pride and joy she felt for the RICH history that she shared with so many from the Pacific Islands. Though she would have to tone it down just a bit for the sake of Bell.

“And CALCULUS doesn’t sound that bad. But I never had much problem with MATH before.” She admitted with a small shrug. “As for the HISTORY bit, it really does DEPEND on WHEN and WHERE you’re learning from. History itself is interesting and EXCITING, but there’s a lot of frustrating and not so pleasant moments that’ve happened.”

“It’s not hard,” Belle shook her head, “It’s boooooooring,” she dragged out the word and tipped her chain back, “I already know this but they refused to let me test out of it. I only failed the classes in highschool because the teachers are assholes and the homework is stupid,” she scowled and pouted. It was just painfully tedious and pointless. She at least wanted a challenge, not busy work. The teachers never took well to her correcting them either.

“But that! That sounds really cool,” she bounced, eyes lighting up, “I’ve never even been on the ocean in a boat but Dad took me to visit the tide pools before. The ocean is so different from the lake. But I’ve been out on that a lot!” her grin split her face, happy to have a interesting thing to talk about, “What kind of stuff did they use? Like you can’t row in deep water and get anywhere… So sailing? Yeah? I’ve always wanted to go on one of those huge sail boats,” she rambled before biting her bright sparkling painted lip when she’d likely been talking too much.