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❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Syx is most sensitive on his neck and ears. His whole head is fairly sensitive as well and he loves touches done to it. His feet are sensitive too, especially the arches.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? already answered

☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty.

Syx had been trying to finish a draft for a modification to a hover bike, he really was…

His moans filled the lair. Anna’s clever hand had slipped inside his pajama pants and found his slit, fingers sliding in and out easily as she pressed kisses into his neck. Syx rolled his hips, needing more, always more. His pencil falling to the desk out of limp fingers as his head tipped back.

It seemed he’d been ignoring his Tiger and she decided to come claim what was hers.

☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3).

With a villainous swagger Megamind strode out in front of the hero, “I seems I have discovered your weakness old friend! There is no hope for you now he-ro!”

Megamind swept back his cape dramatically revealing he was wearing only the gloves and thigh high platform boots of one of his more dramatic costumes. He grinned devilishly, he was also wearing a strap on. Large and thick and blue. He stocked it idly as he gazed at the gorgeous man now staring wide eyed at him. 

Megamind strode forward with a sexy sway of his thin hips and pressed a finger to Wayne’s hairy chest, eyebrows waggling, “What ass is mine Metro Mahn. Face down ass up. Tonight evil wins.”

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Uptown Funk

Her long black hair cascaded down to her shoulder blades, bouncing about as she strutted along the sidewalk, her ebony ears perked fully forward. ‘Emma’ was dressed quite a bit differently today.. She had a white lacy tank top on, that was cut off to expose her bare midriff, a black tube bra peaking from the gaps in the white fabric. 

Strutting and half dancing, half skipping along the streets as she neared the warehouse district. Humming happily, she paused once just long enough to spin in spot with a laugh, entirely confident with herself and her body as she came in sight with Syx’s cameras. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” She exclaimed, laughing merrily. “Lets go have some fun!”

‘Emma’ did not wait patiently for Syx, and as soon as he came out, she took his hands and spun with him, laughing as she looped her arm through his. Strutting with him to the side walks and nearing the crowds she pulled away, spinning around him, just generally having fun as she did a sliding motion, spinning yet again before taking his arm with a large, goofy grin

My love for you transcends the limits of stringing together mere letters to form syllables, that construct words to create sentences. Feelings are meant to be felt, not spoken. The best way I can demonstrate it is to love you, and for you to feel my love.

Melly (05/10/15)

“I bought ice cream!”

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Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx froze, “James Woodridge? The prison Warden?” he could just see it. Perfect Wayne in daddy’s lap. Making daddy proud. Being a perfect son. Someone who could stand next to daddy in public. Someone daddy didn’t have to hide, “He adopted you?” publicly adopted him. The ice cream in his hand dripped down his wrist as he stared into space.

Wayne watched and furrowed his brow a little, taking a step back.

Okay, he could tell he’d touched a nerve by the way the blue man froze and stared off at nothing.

“Er, yeah. Let me have his name at least.” He murmurs, lifting his icecream and busying himself with eating it, wondering if he should leave.

Syx threw his ice cream to the ground in a violent temper tantrum, “No fuck you! Fuck you mister perfect! That’s my daddy!” He glared at Wayne, shoving a finger in the man’s chest hard. His face flushed red in anger and embarrassment over saying daddy out loud in public.

The minute that Syx lashed out at him, his reflexes from the job kicked in and in a split second, his ice cream was also on the ground and Syx would find himself pushed hard down on his front against his bike with his arms shoved up behind his back.

Wayne was about to go into his usual cop-spiel before he remembered he wasn’t a cop here and sighed, slowly letting the blue man up.

“Sorry… Old job habits. Look, I don’t know what’s going on now but i’m pretty sure I just spent quite a few bucks on those ice creams and now they’re both ruined.”

It was all he had, really. He didn’t want to try and deal with whatever emotional turmoil was happening here and now while he was waiting to have a date with his boyfriend.

Syx was quite used to getting man handled by police. What he wasn’t used to his getting handled like that by Wayne. Like most times when Wayne handled him with any force, Syx went limp. He couldn’t tell if he was scared or turned on by the difference. In his shock he lay against his bike once released, voice incredulous, “You’re a pig? Of fucking course you are. Making Daddy proud are you?”

“I bought ice cream!”

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Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx froze, “James Woodridge? The prison Warden?” he could just see it. Perfect Wayne in daddy’s lap. Making daddy proud. Being a perfect son. Someone who could stand next to daddy in public. Someone daddy didn’t have to hide, “He adopted you?” publicly adopted him. The ice cream in his hand dripped down his wrist as he stared into space.

Wayne watched and furrowed his brow a little, taking a step back.

Okay, he could tell he’d touched a nerve by the way the blue man froze and stared off at nothing.

“Er, yeah. Let me have his name at least.” He murmurs, lifting his icecream and busying himself with eating it, wondering if he should leave.

Syx threw his ice cream to the ground in a violent temper tantrum, “No fuck you! Fuck you mister perfect! That’s my daddy!” He glared at Wayne, shoving a finger in the man’s chest hard. His face flushed red in anger and embarrassment over saying daddy out loud in public.

“I bought ice cream!”

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Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

Syx froze, “James Woodridge? The prison Warden?” he could just see it. Perfect Wayne in daddy’s lap. Making daddy proud. Being a perfect son. Someone who could stand next to daddy in public. Someone daddy didn’t have to hide, “He adopted you?” publicly adopted him. The ice cream in his hand dripped down his wrist as he stared into space.

“I bought ice cream!”

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Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

“Oh, shit. You’re not Sheldon.” Wayne says as he walks up to Syx and stares down at him, blinking, a triple scoop icecream in each hand.

The man looked disappointed for a second before grinning and handing the blue man one of the iced treats anyway.
“Ah man, and here I thought you were my boyfriend dressin’ up for me. Oh well.” Wayne laughs and looks over the bike with a low whistle.

“Niiice. I’m Wayne by the way.” He had a feeling this blue man might already know that, but who knew?

“Your boyfriend?” Syx colored slightly but took the ice cream cone, it was a flavor he liked and he was willing to suffer the dairy intolerance issues for it now that it was presented to him. 

“How many versions of us are hooked up?” he muttered under his breath as he shook his head, “So boyfriend. You’re not Harrison’s, so who’s are you then?”

“And of course it’s nice, I built it myself,” Syx raised his chin proudly as Wayne admired his bike. 

“Oh, huh… I dunno. The only ones i’m aware of is Harrison and I. You’ve got a Wayne on your arm too, huh?” He asks, smiling happily at that and walking around the bike.

“I’m Sheldon’s. Sheldon Scott. I’m guessing if you’ve met Harrison he’s mentioned him at some point.” Wayne says, hand running over the bike seat as he travels around it.

Syx narrowed his eyes at the audacity of the man to feel he could touch his bike like that.

“Yes Harrison mentioned Sheldon. He’s a Scott like you,” he said snottily, but even as he did he questioned himself. This Wayne didn’t have the mannerisms he was used to. Mussed up hair, calm and laid back, simple clothing, and… assertive… Syx bit his lip, “Hands off the bike.”

“Me? A Scott? Hah, get real!” Wayne snorts and stops touching the bike when he was told hands off, and comes back around with his hand in his pocket, looking down at Syx with a smirk and taking a lick of his icecream.

“ The only way i’d become a Scott is if I married Sheldon and took his last name, and even then… Still not an appealing thing to be called in my opinion.” Nothing against Sheldon. Everything against his family.

Syx opened his mouth then snapped it shut with a slight blush, busying himself with his ice cream to give himself a moment. This Wayne was just so different. The fact that he seemed to dislike the Scotts as well was so… refreshing, “So Wayne what, then muscle head?”

“Rude.” Wayne smirks, enjoying his icecream for a moment longer before deciding to answer.

“Wayne Woodridge.” He says simply, a feeling that this Blue grew up in the prison as well hitting him hard in the back of the head.

“I bought ice cream!”

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Hearing Wayne’s voice Syx looked up, he’d been using his new found ability to wander around without the hollow watch to hide his blue skin, still marveling at it. He was wearing his studded biker leathers and had been leaning against his bike. 

He really hadn’t been expecting to run into Wayne though, or for the man to openly approach him. He tipped his head and quickly took in the differences, this Wayne was younger with a splash of lovely freckles over his cheeks. So not his and not Harrison’s… yet another Wayne then.

“Oh… uh, thank you?”

“Oh, shit. You’re not Sheldon.” Wayne says as he walks up to Syx and stares down at him, blinking, a triple scoop icecream in each hand.

The man looked disappointed for a second before grinning and handing the blue man one of the iced treats anyway.
“Ah man, and here I thought you were my boyfriend dressin’ up for me. Oh well.” Wayne laughs and looks over the bike with a low whistle.

“Niiice. I’m Wayne by the way.” He had a feeling this blue man might already know that, but who knew?

“Your boyfriend?” Syx colored slightly but took the ice cream cone, it was a flavor he liked and he was willing to suffer the dairy intolerance issues for it now that it was presented to him. 

“How many versions of us are hooked up?” he muttered under his breath as he shook his head, “So boyfriend. You’re not Harrison’s, so who’s are you then?”

“And of course it’s nice, I built it myself,” Syx raised his chin proudly as Wayne admired his bike. 

“Oh, huh… I dunno. The only ones i’m aware of is Harrison and I. You’ve got a Wayne on your arm too, huh?” He asks, smiling happily at that and walking around the bike.

“I’m Sheldon’s. Sheldon Scott. I’m guessing if you’ve met Harrison he’s mentioned him at some point.” Wayne says, hand running over the bike seat as he travels around it.

Syx narrowed his eyes at the audacity of the man to feel he could touch his bike like that.

“Yes Harrison mentioned Sheldon. He’s a Scott like you,” he said snottily, but even as he did he questioned himself. This Wayne didn’t have the mannerisms he was used to. Mussed up hair, calm and laid back, simple clothing, and… assertive… Syx bit his lip, “Hands off the bike.”

“Me? A Scott? Hah, get real!” Wayne snorts and stops touching the bike when he was told hands off, and comes back around with his hand in his pocket, looking down at Syx with a smirk and taking a lick of his icecream.

“ The only way i’d become a Scott is if I married Sheldon and took his last name, and even then… Still not an appealing thing to be called in my opinion.” Nothing against Sheldon. Everything against his family.

Syx opened his mouth then snapped it shut with a slight blush, busying himself with his ice cream to give himself a moment. This Wayne was just so different. The fact that he seemed to dislike the Scotts as well was so… refreshing, “So Wayne what, then muscle head?”