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

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“That’s what I keep telling Minion,” Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, “It’s just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! It’s all part of the learning processes,” he harrumphed and crossed his arms, “But apparently he hates learning because I’m on permanent ban. Again.”

His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I don’t think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. I’d find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.”

“Exactly,” Harrison agreed, polishing off the last of his cocktail just as the waiter returns to take their empty plates. “Wayne keeps trying to teach me “knife skills”-“ he said, making air quotes with his fingers, ”-but he doesn’t want to let me experiment. If I’m going to slice and dice, I want to figure it out myself.” He rolls his eyes as the waiter pours each of them a glass of wine that appeared to have a plant growing in the glass.

Their waiter placed a small plate with three transparent raviolis in front of each of them.

“Pasta and wine course,” the waiter announced before nodding and leaving them to their food.

“As for me, I certainly don’t mind watching that perfectly chiseled ass with a pretty little apron bow tied on top,” Harrison announced. “And Wayne really likes to cook. Sometimes I wonder if he hadn’t had the expectation of being the Scott heir or the responsibility of being Metro Man, if he might have ended up in the kitchen of a place like this.” He picks up his glass and tries to study the plant inside.

Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, “Another difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasn’t a passion from what I could tell,” not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didn’t want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, “I am in awe of your’s skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.”

“Also, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?” Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass.

Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrison’s eyes as he spoke… Syx wanted to see the man work. Wanted to see the look in his eyes as he discovered the solution to a problem. To see his face transform in frustration and delight and concentration. That and all the other fun that began to invade his thoughts at the idea of haveing a sexy blue man beside him in a workshop. While the villain was all about workshop safety… a perfect height lab table was a wonderful thing… as his thoughts wandered, he ran his thumb idly over the rim of his own glass, his green eyes hooded from his imaginings.

🍲 ( I can’t resist ) for Anna. And no Minion, he didn’t use the kitchen. He made it in the workshop. In his chem set. It’s a smoothie… maybe… it’s supposed to taste like coffee, donuts, bacon, and jam, all at once. “Breakfast drink.”

waywardsignns:

Anna looked between Syx’s face and the smoothie he was handing out to her, nose wrinkling just enough to be noticed before she reached forward to take it from him. “…Love, I’m not entirely sure those are things that should be mixed together,” her voice was filled with uncertainty, nose wrinkling even further as she got a proper scent of the smoothie within. Ugh. Even if it didn’t smell all that great, she would still try it, because that look on his face when he announced it, he seemed so damn proud. She only hoped the old gods would save her from whatever fate would happen to her drinking this.

Taking a sip, she had to force herself to swallow it all back, tasting the bitterness and sweetness combined in her mouth with disgusting intensity. She barely managed to take a full drink, handing it back with a grimace, “I’ll let you enjoy it, dear. Its too much for my taste buds..”

“That’s it! Come back in an hour, I know I can get this perfect. Kisses! Thank you, Tiger!”

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Syx wasn’t entirely sure what it was. He’d built something in a half asleep state and so had decided to test it off site. It had seemed innocent at first. A glowing blip that manifested a small cephalopod looking thing. Going closer to examine it had proved that it wasn’t alive… just mass and jelly-like flesh.

It was when Syx had started to poke it that everything went wrong. It got bigger, sticky tentacles wrapping around him. The more he fought the more grew and wound around his form. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough the tentacles didn’t seem at all satisfied with just wrapping around him. Syx sucked in a hissing breath as the sticky substance on the tentacles started dissolving his costume.

He was starting to get serious flashbacks to some of the porn he’d watched… last night… oh god! He’d made a hentai bomb?! FUCK! Why would he not label that?! His cheeks flamed red, why did he do this out in the semi-open if he was going to fall in his own stupid trap?!

Trying to pin his legs together as he was well aware of what was going to happen next, the blue villain let out a soft moan as the gooey tentacle slid along his legs. He’d had way too many fantasies about this to not get aroused. The fact that he was pinned rather helplessly, however, wasn’t nearly as good in reality as it was in fantasy.

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Send “🎉” To Attack My Muse With An Obscene Amount Of Confetti

Just as Syx thought it was finally safe to leave the car, having to push mounds of confetti out of the way to do so, another round of explosions set off. With a deep groan, the villain slammed the door again but not before the interior was filled with the stuff. With it settling around his need he whined, “This is fine… I can just live in the invisible car… the brain bots can bring me snacks.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx chuckled, shoulders shaking, “I’m sure my Minion would feel the same way. His first real experience with sexuality in mammals was us both getting ‘real’ sex ed talks from Aunt Sarah. Minion was horrified and had to leave the room.”

“I’ll take your word on the fish preparation,” Syx crinkled his eyes in an embarrassed half smile, “I have been informed repeatedly that I don’t understand the delicacies of cooking and that I am not at all welcome in the kitchen,” his plate mostly clean, Syx set down his fork and left the greens untouched. He’d eaten the peas, that was enough in his mind.

Harrison burst out laughing. “I can imagine,” he says. “Poor little naive fish. Looks like yours has about as much faith in your culinary abilities as mine. That’s why I dine out or hire chefs. Cocktails and things you can eat raw are about the extent of my culinary skills. Wayne says its just like science and keeps telling me I just need to actually try.”

He shrugged. “But the truth is that it just holds no interest to me. I’d rather watch him do the cooking.” And he waggles his eyebrows. “In nothing but a little ‘kiss the chef’ apron.” He winks.

“That’s what I keep telling Minion,” Syx ranted, hands flapping in the air as he spoke, “It’s just science and there are always bound to be a few explosions and fires! It’s all part of the learning processes,” he harrumphed and crossed his arms, “But apparently he hates learning because I’m on permanent ban. Again.”

His lip tucked into his mouth again at the mention of the apron, “Oh ho ho, that would never work. I don’t think dinner would ever get made if I was witness to such a thing. I’d find far too many places to kiss the wearer of that apron.”

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.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx’s brows furrowed as he took another bite, finding he was growing quite fond of the unique taste of the edible sand, “Shu-shee-me?” he shook his head, “I’m not sure I know what that is. Minion makes sushi rolls sometimes when we have an anime night? I’m more familiar with Korean dishes… Uncle Jim used to bring us homemade gim and Minion would use it in everything he could think of,” he smiled fondly, “Outside of my Uncles and Minion’s experimentation I haven’t really tried many exotic foods.”

Actually, he’d rarely left the city. Never the country. It had always sounded appealing… but also terrifying.

“Sashimi is a way of preparing raw fish,” Harrison explained enthusiastically. He always loved sharing information, especially about the things he loved. “Its thin slices but its so much more than just cut up fish bits. You have to have the perfect fresh fish and know just how to slice it. Some of them are brushed with just a touch of rice vinegar or dipped in soy sauce. It’s delightful.” He kissed his fingertips in culinary delight.

“Minion loved it. We used to hang out in sushi bars and hostess clubs until all hours of the night. He was more popular with the ladies than me if you can believe it. They used to fawn all over him and tell him he was ‘kawaii desu ne’,” he laughed at the memory of Minions awkwardness. “He had no idea how to handle it. He’d barely left the prison since we landed and still found mammals confusing and offputting.”

Syx chuckled, shoulders shaking, “I’m sure my Minion would feel the same way. His first real experience with sexuality in mammals was us both getting ‘real’ sex ed talks from Aunt Sarah. Minion was horrified and had to leave the room.”

“I’ll take your word on the fish preparation,” Syx crinkled his eyes in an embarrassed half smile, “I have been informed repeatedly that I don’t understand the delicacies of cooking and that I am not at all welcome in the kitchen,” his plate mostly clean, Syx set down his fork and left the greens untouched. He’d eaten the peas, that was enough in his mind.

Glitter pt 2

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

@rocking-rockatoo continued from here

The box exploding into glitter like that is hardly what Carmen had been expecting, but when it first bursts apart she flinches back reflexively. The action not enough to avoid being part of the glitter cloud, and she has to try to wipe it off her face before getting a look at what had happened.

It being specifically blue glitter is more than enough for her to figure out just who the box had been from, and she scowls. There would be retaliation for this.

Syx made sure to take as many pictures and video as possible of Rockatoo’s glitter covered form through his brain bot. The villain giggled madly over his cocoa as he watched the view screen. A large barrel of glitter still behind him, he was far from done with this.

Trying to shake some of the glitter out of her hair, Carmen doesn’t look the least bit happy, directing the men back away from the building and to try and get as much of it off themselves as they could. Looking around while she does so to try and see if the reason this mess had been created in the first place was nearby.

Biting his finger to try and stifle the giggling, Syx let the brain bot drop out of invisibility. It was one of his stealth combat models, sleek in all black and very beefy. It lacked the spiky mohawk but made up for it in a much larger black titanium bear trap jaw. It’s dome coated to hide the inner blue glow. This wasn’t made for flash, but for business.

Brain bot, #12b group alpha, bowged at the glitter covered villainess and with a short prompt from Syx, switched to audio, “Hearts and kisses, Mrs. Delic.”

Breaking out into raucous laughter, Syx gave his bot the command to return back to the Lair in full stealth mode.

Wolf m!a

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Syx looked up at her with big pleading green eyes and pulled closer for comfort. He ran his claw tipped fingers over his fur, trying to part it, somehow still hoping to find blue skin under it all. A low noise of distress still continued, but at least he wasn’t alone.

Anna could scent the distress that he felt, feeling the sensation of pack settling in further in her chest even if she wasn’t aware of it. Taking in a deep breath, the sensation of home so damn strong she could almost smell the scent of wet earth and pine needles. A touch disoriented of the fact, Anna moved to gently cup beneath Syx’s long jaw, drawing him to look over towards her. “We will figure this out, alright..?” she urged softly, combing her fingers through his fur in a manner her instincts knew to be how she herself liked the best.

Between one breath and the next her form rippled and shifted, a wolf with fur as deep as a moonless sitting beside Syx now. Making a low grumbling noise in the back of her throat, one meant to soothe him further she shifted to move close and nose beneath his jaw, shifting to get closer.

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.