Personal Investigation

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“That’s different,” Roxanne squirmed on the bench uncomfortably, she didn’t want to think too hard about the strange relationship that had grown with the super villain in her life, “It’s hardly like I spend time with him socially. It’s still only kidnappings. Just… sometimes those kidnappings don’t actually result in epic battles.” 

There had been at least ten called battles a year lately. Whether due to malfunctions, weather, conflicts, or overlapping with other disasters. Megamind always claimed he didn’t want to share the spotlight with a fire, but both Roxanne and Wayne knew he just wanted Metro Man’s attention to be where it belonged, saving people. 

“It’s not- I mean-” Megamind was hot, a blush crept onto her cheeks faintly, “I do like men. It’s not the same. Accepting that he’s a decent person deep down and hoping that he wouldn’t break your heart,” she finally admitted, looking away, “Bad boys might look appealing, but how do you excuse their behavior? How do you justify accepting that they’ve stolen or killed? It would be one thing if they repented, changed, but how could I ever have a relationship, a friendship even, with a man who spends half the year behind bars?”

“You say you know Megamind, or Megaminds. Have you ever seen them behind bars?” she rounded the questions back to Harrison to get the focus off her own fragile heart.

Harrison didn’t realize how much he pried into the personal life and heart of a stranger until he heard that response.  It was real, honest, and frankly entirely rational.  After all, its one thing to have a friendship with a villain and quite another to spend days or weeks or months with a lover behind bars.  He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’ve never visited any of the Megaminds in jail, but I’ve seen one of them after, specifically after a stint in solitary.  He was wrecked, emotionally and physically exhausted.  I had to hold him while he slept,” the blue man confessed solemnly, licking his lips and choosing his words carefully before he continued.  “I grew up in a prison Miss Ritchi, so convicts don’t frighten me.  Orange jumpsuits, bad food, shivs, and guys named Tito are as much a part of me as my business or my designer suits.  Prison is long stretches of boredom interspersed with periods of extreme stress.  I don’t think anyone does well in that environment.”

Roxanne could see far too clearly how hurt and broken the Megamind she knew might be after getting out. Especially is the time she’d interviewed him was a common day for him behind bars. What Harrison described, however, had Roxanne balking. 

“Grew up in prison?” she had to have misunderstood that, “No one grows up in prison. You mean you spent a lot of time in juvy?” that wouldn’t account for the orange jumpsuit or shiv comment. Frowning she tried to find some logical reason and fail. Brows furrowed in confusion she implored him for an explanation. 

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

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

[TXT: Why choose? >;)~ Or maybe you could even help ]

[TXT MSG: You are perfectly wicked.  I’m at your service any time my overlord ;-3  ]

[TXT: Oh I will have to devise something truly grand for you and your hero. I’m aquiver with anticipation already ]

Personal Investigation

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Roxanne blew out a breath and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Lack of interest wasn’t the problem at all. Too much interest was the problem. 

“It doesn’t matter what he could be, it matters what he is. People are defined by their actions, all of them. Whoever he is in private, he’s also a convicted felon and a super villain. You can’t just ignore that,” just because he’s cute. Just because he looks stunning in leather and makes her heart race. Just because he intrigued her more than anyone she’d met in a long time, “Besides, if he was going to change his ways, he’d had plenty of years to do that. I could never let myself fall for someone like that,” not again.

“But you’ll hang out and drink cocoa and do makeup with him?” Harrison raised a quizzical eyebrow.  He wasn’t trying to pry into her personal life, it was just that natural blue curiosity to understand how everything worked.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re free to spend your time with whomever you want doing whatever you like.  I’ve certainly had my own cocoa and eyeliner nights with the Megaminds in my life.  But they’re my friends and I chose those friendships with them just the way they are, villainy or not.”  He gave a casual shrug.  

“If you’re just not into aliens, that’s fine.  Not everyone is.  Or even men,” he added at the last second, thinking that both Sheldon’s and Girly’s Roxannes were both somewhat queer.

“That’s different,” Roxanne squirmed on the bench uncomfortably, she didn’t want to think too hard about the strange relationship that had grown with the super villain in her life, “It’s hardly like I spend time with him socially. It’s still only kidnappings. Just… sometimes those kidnappings don’t actually result in epic battles.” 

There had been at least ten called battles a year lately. Whether due to malfunctions, weather, conflicts, or overlapping with other disasters. Megamind always claimed he didn’t want to share the spotlight with a fire, but both Roxanne and Wayne knew he just wanted Metro Man’s attention to be where it belonged, saving people. 

“It’s not- I mean-” Megamind was hot, a blush crept onto her cheeks faintly, “I do like men. It’s not the same. Accepting that he’s a decent person deep down and hoping that he wouldn’t break your heart,” she finally admitted, looking away, “Bad boys might look appealing, but how do you excuse their behavior? How do you justify accepting that they’ve stolen or killed? It would be one thing if they repented, changed, but how could I ever have a relationship, a friendship even, with a man who spends half the year behind bars?”

“You say you know Megamind, or Megaminds. Have you ever seen them behind bars?” she rounded the questions back to Harrison to get the focus off her own fragile heart.

Pre-established Relationship Meme – 💙 Complicated XD (((with Drago all its complicated.))

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“Okay no wait!” Bluebell waved her hands wildly in the air, bouncing on her toes, “What if, just picture this, a swarm of robotic bees in a sandstorm! In fucking MICHIGAN! Yeah?” she grinned widely as she bounced down on the couch, tossing a beer overhanded at the djinn, “Don’t tell me that wouldn’t be fucking sweet. The looks on their faces alone I tell you!”

Cackling with wild energy she could hardly sit still, spilling beer as she gestured with both hands. The young blue villainess was clad in a studded leather pants and a cute skull tank top, her makeup as over the to dramatic as it always was with severe winged eyeshadow and dark purple lips

Drago drank from his bottle and frowned when heard the weird idea of Bluebell. Shocking his head to her he made a gesture with his lips. “Why there would be bees in the sand? if you say scorpions or Egyptians beetles…..” he raised a shoulder in a shrug. Why Michigan…?  – “Michigan……Michigan..” He drinks again, not saying no to the next beer. The criminal bar was new and he didn’t mind speak to creatives. Alixon already mentioned the DS but he still didn’t have the chance to meet the assholes.

“Oh man! Woman!!! stop wasting the beer!!” he complained! but smiled as well. this was so odd.  !I will insist with the beetles!”

Bell rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her beer, “Metrocity’s IN Michigan, duh. Did the booze go to your head already?”

She waved a hand wildly about at Drago questioning her about the bees, “Because people would expect scorpions, that’s why! It needs to be unexpected,” she stuck out her lower lip in a glower, “Fine beetles then. They at least still fly.”

“Hmmm, yeah. I can break out the metallic paints and they can be all jewel toned and shit. Ha! That’ll be gorgeous,” she flopped back over the armrest as she continued her rambling over future plottings for causing chaos for her amusement to the citizens of the city, “I should get Minion to design an outfit to go with it. The feather cowl just won’t mix with sand.”

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

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

[TXT: jealous boy~ *rolling to put my weight over you as I rub our foreheads together* if you ask sweetly, I’ll share my videos of the time I glued Wayne down and had my wicked way with him ]

[TXT MSG: *smiles up at you* pretty please darling with sugar on top? *captures your mouth in sweet kisses before you can answer*]

[TXT: *stroking my fingers over your cheek* only because my sexy boy asks so nicely~ ]

[ *attached video file shot from a brain bot of the entire encounter, edited for Syx’s enjoyment* ]

[TXT MSG: HOLY SHIT!!!!!! O-O]

[TXT MSG: Can I share this with my Wayne?]

[TXT: >;D like that did you? And you can share with yous~ but only if you tell me his reaction. ]

[TXT MSG: Will do my overlord. You’re a fucking god with that crop. I don’t know what to want more, you to use it on me or to watch you use it on my Wayne ]

[TXT: Why choose? >;)~ Or maybe you could even help ]

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

It was, of course, that exact moment that Sheldon came around the corner holding two coffees.  Frozen in complete disbelief at the sight before him, his fiance… his proclaimed very gay fiance… with his hands down a blue woman’s pants who apparently was near orgasm. Mouth hanging open he finally snapped to, “Wayne, honey? You can tell that one isn’t me because of the poor fashion sense and the boobs. Just in case you were confused.”

He did have to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful even with the over the top makeup.

Bell rolled her eyes over to the voice, a blue man? Oooooh this just kept getting better, “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” she thrust her hips back hard and winked, “I’ll give him back when I’m done~” 

Oh god. Of all the times for Sheldon to come back…

Wayne froze up and looked right to Sheldon, face beet red and he swallowed, beginning to stammer.

“N-no, Sheldon it’s… She stole my wallet and- Ack!” Wayne gasped when Blue thrust back against his crotch again and Wayne finally managed to get a hold of his wallet, yanking it out and backing up quickly from the woman.

“Look, you. Piss off.” Wayne growls, wiping his wallet on his shirt and frowning deeply, face still red, feeling mortified beyond belief. Looking up at Sheldon, he walks over to him and takes the coffee meant for him with a long, steadying and calming breath,

“She groped me. I thought it was you, blue hands and all that.” Wayne mutters, glaring over at the woman.
“Stole my wallet and put it down her pants. That’s gross you know!” He shouts at her.

Bluebell, laughed as Wayne jerked away, “Ah come on now big boy! My trouser monster doesn’t bite,” she winked and grabbed her crouch lewdly, “It just wants to be your frand~” tossing her head back she cackled, “You’d think gay men were allergic,” she ran her hands over her curves, “Don’t worry baby boy, I won’t taint you.”

Sheldon raised a sculpted brow at the whole exchange, “She stole your wallet? How in the world did she steal your wallet?“ he looked between the two with a frown, torn between bafflement and confusion at his mate’s reactions. Focusing on the crass woman, he snorted, "Do you have no shame?”

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

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

[TXT: jealous boy~ *rolling to put my weight over you as I rub our foreheads together* if you ask sweetly, I’ll share my videos of the time I glued Wayne down and had my wicked way with him ]

[TXT MSG: *smiles up at you* pretty please darling with sugar on top? *captures your mouth in sweet kisses before you can answer*]

[TXT: *stroking my fingers over your cheek* only because my sexy boy asks so nicely~ ]

[ *attached video file shot from a brain bot of the entire encounter, edited for Syx’s enjoyment* ]

[TXT MSG: HOLY SHIT!!!!!! O-O]

[TXT MSG: Can I share this with my Wayne?]

[TXT: >;D like that did you? And you can share with yous~ but only if you tell me his reaction. ]

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Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Bell moaned blatantly, playing it up, “You really know how to treat a lady. Aaaah! Haaaarder~”

God, this was well worth the man handling, just for the reek of his embarrassment and frustration. It was getting hard not to laugh. Of course, it helped that she did like some rough treatment. She wiggled her hips to make his attempt to get to the wallet harder. She really wanted to feel that dick again, that boy was packing! 

“Oooh! Officer!” She cried out in her best porn voice.

“Jesus christ would you hold still?!” Wayne snarled, flushed deeply as the moans got right under his skin and he quickly dug his hand into Bell’s pants, attempting to grab his wallet without touching anything and he so wanted to gag the woman but he only had two damn hands.

“I’m serious if you don’t hold still-” Wayne growls deeply in the back of his throat, almost animalistic in his frustration because he was currently fighting with a damn woman, in public, with his hand down her pants.

How in the hell did it come to this?!

It was, of course, that exact moment that Sheldon came around the corner holding two coffees.  Frozen in complete disbelief at the sight before him, his fiance… his proclaimed very gay fiance… with his hands down a blue woman’s pants who apparently was near orgasm. Mouth hanging open he finally snapped to, “Wayne, honey? You can tell that one isn’t me because of the poor fashion sense and the boobs. Just in case you were confused.”

He did have to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful even with the over the top makeup.

Bell rolled her eyes over to the voice, a blue man? Oooooh this just kept getting better, “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” she thrust her hips back hard and winked, “I’ll give him back when I’m done~”