[TXT MSG: How would you feel if I wanted to take you out? Dinner, drinks, dancing, the works? ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

[TXT: …what does this sort of outing require? ]

[TXT: I always make black look spectacular! ]

[TXT: I mean i know that being blue isn’t going to have the cops called on me anymore but well what if people stare a ]

[TXT: fuck i didn’t mean to send that! ]

[TXT: Of course I’m perfectly capable of attending this rave thing! It’ll be exceptional! ]

[TXT MSG: Wear whatever you will feel comfortable in. If anyone stares it will probably be because we’re so sexy and good looking :-3 ]

[TXT MSG: And if its too much, we can leave any time.]

[TXT: that sounds perfectly acceptable ]

[TXT: >:3 though I do insist you at least attempt to outdo me in sexiness ]

[TXT MSG: How would you feel if I wanted to take you out? Dinner, drinks, dancing, the works? ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

[TXT: …what does this sort of outing require? ]

[TXT MSG: You and me getting dressed up and going out. Together. Kind of like a date? ]

[TXT MSG: I’m asking you out on a date ]

[TXT: Ah yes well that part sound good ]

[TXT: date, yes ]

[TXT: more just, dressed how? Like in the movies sort of date or in private where no one will stare at me sort of date? ]

[ TXT MSG: I actually found a shirt that I thought would look stunning on you. Black of course. A gift. And whatever else you want to wear. I’m sure you’ll make it look good ]

[TXT MSG: I was thinking a semi-private dinner, then after going to a club or a rave party? I love to dance where its loud and dark >;-) everyone is looking at you but no one can see you at the same time ]

[TXT: I always make black look spectacular! ]

[TXT: I mean i know that being blue isn’t going to have the cops called on me anymore but well what if people stare a ]

[TXT: fuck i didn’t mean to send that! ]

[TXT: Of course I’m perfectly capable of attending this rave thing! It’ll be exceptional! ]

[TXT MSG: How would you feel if I wanted to take you out? Dinner, drinks, dancing, the works? ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

[TXT: …what does this sort of outing require? ]

[TXT MSG: You and me getting dressed up and going out. Together. Kind of like a date? ]

[TXT MSG: I’m asking you out on a date ]

[TXT: Ah yes well that part sound good ]

[TXT: date, yes ]

[TXT: more just, dressed how? Like in the movies sort of date or in private where no one will stare at me sort of date? ]

[TXT MSG: How would you feel if I wanted to take you out? Dinner, drinks, dancing, the works? ]

[TXT: …what does this sort of outing require? ]

💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.

Slipping out of the vehicle, Syx headed straight for the door, giving it a very specific series of knocks.

When the door opened, the large burly tattooed man informed them, “Ya know I can see ya through the camera’s right, little Blue?”

Scowling, Syx crossed his arms, “Uncle Freddy, please,” he whined, a light blush rising to his cheeks, “Megamind or at least Syx in front of company.”

“Ah come on kiddo! Ya said yerself she’s part a the gang, hey?” Freddy Fast-Fingers through an arm around Syx’s shoulders and steered him inside, “Come on girly. Don’t normally got a reason ta do breakfasts. How ya feel ‘bout a good proper quiche? Though it’ll be light on the dairy cuz a this one, huh?” he elbowed Syx casually.

Paige seemed amused with what it was she was seeing and hearing as Syx knocked on the door, smiling just a bit as he did so. Though as soon as the door was opened to the massive man, she immediately tensed and withdrew almost entirely. She placed a polite smile on her lips, one she used when she needed to deal with people like this at work.

“..Part of the gang?” She prompted, her tone a bit more reserved even as she followed them both into the door, looking around wearily. She tried to not fidget with everythign that was happening, her heart picking up in her chest despite the friendly nature she saw between the family.

“Uhm.. I’m fine with anything..” She assured Freddy with a quick passionless smile.

“Part o’ the Blue’s girly,” Freddy laughed heartily and gave her a friendly slap on the back, “Blue here told me you work for Mickey-dickey,” he explained, using a nickname for the tattoo parlor owner, “Well you kids come right on in.”

Opening the back room to one of the private dinner rooms that were almost exclusively used by the criminal elements of the city, Freddy pulled out a chair for Paige, “Back with some food for ya’ll in a giffy.”

Sighing, Syx accepted that his Uncle wasn’t ever going to change his tune, “Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Freddy.”

Sitting down across from Paige on the small table, he looked at his gloved hands in debate. He hated eating with them on… but he wasn’t sure about having them off either.

Bank Heist

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

“I thought you said you weren’t a medic,” Megamind grumbled, but he moved the cape aside to let her see the wound, “Think it went through. Sounded like a high caliber.”

Gritting his teeth as he breathed through his nose he added, “Try anything weird and I am holding a gun.”

“I’m not.” Scarborough took a closer look and nodded. “Hm…I think you’re right about that. One less thing to worry about.” She giggled lightly at his warning. “Well, weird for you and weird for me are probably two very different concepts. However,” she said, pulling out a metal tapestry needle from her pocket, “all I was going to do is cauterize the wound.” Focusing, she summoned a flame and heated the needle until it glowed red.

“Oh evil gods,” Megamind flinched back, hissing when his back hit the wall, “Fine, fine.”

Whole body tense, he folded up a wad of cape, “Get it over with quick,” he spat before shoving it in his mouth and biting down hard. Breathing through his nose as he scrunched his eyes shut and braced for the pain.

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

Letting the brain bot go, Syx sat down on the concrete edge on the break water near what he was now duding Evil Lair. It had a nice ring to it. Flopping back to look up at the stars, movement caught his eye. Blinking, the blue teen rolled over to peer at it more closely. It was a… a… baby? It wasn’t human… it wasn’t blue either. If anything it was more… fish like. Finned fingers and gills? But it had a decidedly baby look to it.

Syx’s throat closed up. Baby. He might of… he should have… visions of a smashed egg danced through his mind with a horrible regret and pain that throbbed in time with the scars on his wrists. Swallowing hard, he scrambled up to his hands and knees. Kneeling before the small child he whispered, “Hello?”

Syx appearing and coming closer that quickly prompts a hiss of warning, bared teeth along with out of surprise and fear. It’s the older being’s blue skin that catches the child’s attention next, trilling softly and in his own language giving a similar greeting. Though he didn’t understand Syx’s own, the words so far beyond his comprehension.

Watching Syx out of the corner of his eye, his focus is flickering between Syx and the water, debating on if it would be wise to try and run for that promised safety.

The kiss had Syx pausing, just kneeling where he was with his hands open, “It’s okay… no one will hurt you…”

The little one looked so scared and he couldn’t help but recall his first days on this planet. The being had to be alien, right? Did it have a parent it needed to get back to? Or was it alone?

“It’s okay,” he murmured again, unsure what else to do.

Bank Heist

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

“Fuuu-” Megamind hissed and slid back down the pillar, “For all the stupid things,” but the truth was that the madman was hold up and wasn’t moving anytime soon.

Blowing out a breath, Megamind looked at her suspiciously and pressed a gloved hand over the wound, “Very well, what are you proposing Miss…?”

“Scarborough.” She knelt beside him to get a closer look at the wound. “And I can get that bullet out and stop the bleeding, but you’re going to want to hold very still.”

“I thought you said you weren’t a medic,” Megamind grumbled, but he moved the cape aside to let her see the wound, “Think it went through. Sounded like a high caliber.”

Gritting his teeth as he breathed through his nose he added, “Try anything weird and I am holding a gun.”

Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

|| @azlariel || adoption meme || cont. ||

Fear, that was the first thing the little alien remembered feeling on his arrival – fear and being overwhelmed. Too many new sounds and smells, his surroundings equally unfamiliar. The time since, he’d kept himself as safe as possible, hiding during the day and only emerging at night. Even that, however, wasn’t always safe.

That night, for instance, he’d caught bits and pieces of the same harsh sounding language common here close by and heading closer, the sound of which had set him scrambling away from the scavenged source of food he’d found. Deeper into the warehouse district he went, though that name for the area wasn’t one he would have known.

The scent of something different, unfamiliar, near one of the buildings with chemical-smelling patterns on the side, overrides his usual caution when accompanied with the need to get away, darting toward the strongest source and through a wall that to him glowed bright enough to see even with the electric light surrounding it.

Syx and Minion had made a home for themselves. It wasn’t much, but at 16 the blue teen was proud of himself. They’d transformed the old dock warehouse into a rainproof shelter. It would be too cold once winter set in, but for now, it was enough. He’d siphoned electricity off the nearby grid and resurrected old machines from the scrap yard. He had a fabrication shop and small robots. Three of them now that were fully functional and learning. They were floating piles of junk with big teeth and the heart of puppies. Or more accurately, the brains of puppies. And Syx loved them.

Petting the glowing dome of number two, he walked out by the water to look out over the lake. His clothes were finally starting to fit him better, Minion had been learning to tailor from one of his Uncle’s wives. His boots were large and steel toed, jeans snug but ripped, and his shirt still large and baggy and layered. But he no longer looked homeless and in his mind… he wasn’t anymore.

Now inside, that unfamiliar scent is stronger. The little alien freezes just long enough to figure out where it was freshest, tracking Syx through the Lair that way. Dodging the strange floating machines as best as he could, or at least trying to. Like everything else, with them being new and an unknown, he was understandably wary.

When the trail leads outside again he hesitates a second time before the much more familiar scent of water drifts in along with it. That marker, the safety it promised, partially overrides his fear and he finally darts into sight.

Letting the brain bot go, Syx sat down on the concrete edge on the break water near what he was now duding Evil Lair. It had a nice ring to it. Flopping back to look up at the stars, movement caught his eye. Blinking, the blue teen rolled over to peer at it more closely. It was a… a… baby? It wasn’t human… it wasn’t blue either. If anything it was more… fish like. Finned fingers and gills? But it had a decidedly baby look to it.

Syx’s throat closed up. Baby. He might of… he should have… visions of a smashed egg danced through his mind with a horrible regret and pain that throbbed in time with the scars on his wrists. Swallowing hard, he scrambled up to his hands and knees. Kneeling before the small child he whispered, “Hello?”

Little Fish Baby

|| @azlariel || adoption meme || cont. ||

Fear, that was the first thing the little alien remembered feeling on his arrival – fear and being overwhelmed. Too many new sounds and smells, his surroundings equally unfamiliar. The time since, he’d kept himself as safe as possible, hiding during the day and only emerging at night. Even that, however, wasn’t always safe.

That night, for instance, he’d caught bits and pieces of the same harsh sounding language common here close by and heading closer, the sound of which had set him scrambling away from the scavenged source of food he’d found. Deeper into the warehouse district he went, though that name for the area wasn’t one he would have known.

The scent of something different, unfamiliar, near one of the buildings with chemical-smelling patterns on the side, overrides his usual caution when accompanied with the need to get away, darting toward the strongest source and through a wall that to him glowed bright enough to see even with the electric light surrounding it.

Syx and Minion had made a home for themselves. It wasn’t much, but at 16 the blue teen was proud of himself. They’d transformed the old dock warehouse into a rainproof shelter. It would be too cold once winter set in, but for now, it was enough. He’d siphoned electricity off the nearby grid and resurrected old machines from the scrap yard. He had a fabrication shop and small robots. Three of them now that were fully functional and learning. They were floating piles of junk with big teeth and the heart of puppies. Or more accurately, the brains of puppies. And Syx loved them.

Petting the glowing dome of number two, he walked out by the water to look out over the lake. His clothes were finally starting to fit him better, Minion had been learning to tailor from one of his Uncle’s wives. His boots were large and steel toed, jeans snug but ripped, and his shirt still large and baggy and layered. But he no longer looked homeless and in his mind… he wasn’t anymore.