Feathers and Spikes

ever-so-humble:

kmcp8reporter:

Roxane laughed, “Yeah, I could see that,” one hand on her hip as she cocked it. She’d worn a rather flirty dress for the day, a red and white thing that clung to her curves. Her face showed more worry than she’d wanted it to as she admitted, “I was actually scare for you acouple times there.”

It was so different from watching Metro Man fight. Never had she had cause to worry for that invulnerable man’s safety, only that of the civilians that might get caught in the cross fire or hurt by the disaster. She often worried deep down about Megamind getting hurt in his fights, but most of the time when he did it was from his own machines. This was the first time she’d seem Megamind in a fair fight, a real fight. Even if this wasn’t her Megamind, “You kicked their asses good though. I was impressed.”

Taking a quick up and down examination of the dress Roxanne was wearing, Megamind’s natural bravado kicks in, feeling the need still to show off while in public. “Of course I did,” she exclaims, playing it up for the crowd that was starting to reappear from where they’d hidden when the fight started.

Hearing that Roxanne had been worried, though, she draws it back somewhat. Not yet realizing this one wasn’t wearing the matching ring she’d designed. “I would hope you were.”

Sliding into an easy smirk at the bravado, it reminded her so much of Megamind when things were going his way, “Is the goal always to impress me, then?”

“You make a much better hero than you do a villian,” she ducked her head a bit, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She remembered the cameras and held herself back from saying more, “It’s refreshing.”

Lovely Asks

Lavender: Name something that relaxes you.
Polaroid: Post a picture that makes you feel good about yourself.
Vinyl: What is some of your favorite music?
Incense: List your three favorite scents.
Roots: How do you ground yourself or recharge?
Silk Sheets: Any ways you treat or spoil yourself?
Paintbrushes: Do you have a creative past-time?
Scars: Share something difficult you’ve been through.
Rainstorms: What helps you fall asleep?
Bones: Name one strength and one weakness.
Teacups: Favorite beverages?
Sealing Wax: Have you ever received a letter or written one to someone else?
Dragons: What makes you feel powerful, what breathes life into you?
Soup: Comfort food?
The Moon: What’s your favorite thing to do at night?
Klosh: If you could go back to any three era’s what would they be?
Lace: Your favorite things to wear?
Pocketwatch: If you could be immortal or have an extremely long life span what would you pick and why?
Honeybee: Name something positive you have done for yourself or someone else in the last two weeks.
Typewriter: If you had to come up with ten words to describe your life story so far, what would they be?
Blue Hair Dye: One thing you like about your appearance?
Felines: Something that makes you feel better after a hard day?
Poetry: If you have one, name a favorite book or poem.

[TXT: *kidnaps you and throws you over my shoulder* (well Minion’s shoulder) ]

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

dark-blue-mondays:

[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]

[TXT: well I eagerly want to know what creativity is in that beautiful head of yours. What wonderfully devious things you could come up with for us. What fantastic fantasies you have~ ]

[TXT MSG: My favorite has me draped in cock jewelry and a pair of nipple clamps on a fine chain, your captive little slave to help you do delightfully wicked things when you finally capture the hero.  Or being bound beneath you while you ride my blue cock as long and hard as you like until you cum all over me. Just to name a few… ]

[TXT: oh ho ho~ I’m sure I can come up with something to satisfy that and the thought of you covered in jewelry is absolutely sinful ]

[TXT: a few ideas for my gorgeous captive >:-) ]

Personal Investigation

dark-blue-mondays:

kmcp8reporter:

The part about losing everyone had Roxanne taking a mental step back. She’d gotten stuck on the growing up in prison part and had skipped over the part about questioning why a small child would be alone. The fact that he was so damn stubborn reminded her of Megamind again. Completely fucking unreasonable. Her point was valid!

“You say that like I don’t care,” Roxanne snapped, “I can report until I’m blue in the face,” she mentally cringed at the expression the second it was out of her mouth, but pressed on, “but no matter how much I report on about the homeless problem, the disastrous state of the prison system, inherent prejudices, or police violence, NONE of that matters if no one is listening or in business and politicians are actively trying to cover it up. Very few of us have the ability to throw around millions without blinking to try and fix things.”

Roxanne raised her chin, staring at him with defiant blue eyes, “You also aren’t the only person in the world to have a shitty childhood. Congratulations on it only turning you into half an asshole.”

Well that was it.  Harrison couldn’t deny that he’d been snide, but he hadn’t resorted to personal insults.  If this Roxanne Ritchie insisted on being both willfully ignorant and such an insufferable know-it-all, then he was glad he hadn’t had one of his own.  

“The point you seem to be willfully missing Miss Ritchie is that I did not, for the most part, have ‘a shitty childhood’,” Harrison retorted, complete with air quotes.  He kept his voice even and collected but his gaze was still steel.  “You know painfully little about what it’s like to be ‘blue in the face’, Roxanne.  So I will take my leave of you, because I don’t believe its fair to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person.”

With that the blue man tucked the donut box under his arm, turned on his heels, and walked decidedly in the opposite direction.  He might be half an asshole, but this Roxanne certainly confirmed Sheldon’s story about his Roxanne being a judgmental bitch.  

Arms crossed she held her ground as he walked away. The man was a defensive rich asshole and her life was far better without him. As a parting remark, she added, “You know, I’d far rather be kidnapped by Megamind, smelly bag and all, than put up with you. At least Megamind actually manages entertaining insults. I’m not the one bereft of wit.” 

She should stop. She really should. She knew she should. But damn it, she always held herself back, around Megamind and Wayne was the only time she didn’t and faced with blue… it was hard to break that habit especially when her blood was as hot as it was currently.