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“Daddy! Can I see the alligators? Pleeeeease!? Mom said to ask you.. I wanna feed them!” The child’s eyes held a faint glow, reaching for Syx’s hand

Syx adored his little child. They had no idea their gender, it was nearly impossible to tell at that age considering the twist of genetics. They were forever previous to him though, “Did she now?” Syx pulled his child up into his arms, “Well my little one, let’s go see if they are up and playing. If they are you can throw down their kiddle.”

“Dad! help me!! The teacher told me I can’t assist school anymore.” he was upset and threw his bag to the floor with anger, leaving a hole in a second. “Tell her it was an accident!” He waved his hands, angry with the teacher and with himself yet unable to control his powers he made a wall fall into pieces and now all the school fears him and no kid wants to be his friend. “I’m not gonna hurt anyone, I want to be normal…I can’t even use the video games i always breaks them” he began to cry.

Syx pressed his hands against his son’s cheeks leaning down to kiss his forehead. He’d never know how difficult it could be to not be able to control you body and it’s powers. Wanting to be normal, wanting people to like him. That he understood. Failing to ba able to, he understood that as well. Hating that his child was forced to go through the same issues. 

Sighing Syx wrapped an arm around his boy, “Humans… they can be horrible sometimes… but you’ll learn. It just takes time. And patients. And stubbornous,” a mischevious grin flashing across his face, “If it makes you feel better we can egg the horrible woman’s car? Or I can just go have a very serious talk to her.” 

That would happen either way. He wouldn’t allow a child of his to be bullied out of school be a student or teacher. He’d pay for the damages, he always did. No, that woman would definitely be getting a visit from Mr. Blue.

✨ tell me a story about nipples and cheez its

Megamind lay sprawled on his couch. Staring at the glowing lights. He’d only managed to get half undressed and had left the double layer of jeans on. But he was inside and that was what mattered. Minion had given up on wrangling the teen and had left him giggling on the reclaimed sofa.  Megamind tossed another cheez it into the air, trying to catch it in his mouth, orange dust and crumbs and missed crackers laying all over him.

He’d had his first serious run in with the purple drug lord. Laughing the older man had sent the feisty teen away as high as a kite. Minion shored up the boards and tarps that protected them from the gusts of wind blowing in from the lake. Their lair tucked away in the lower floor of an abandoned building with open holes where the department windows used to be offering scant protection on their own. He wished Megamind would put his coat back on or get into the sleeping bag, but the blue teen kept throwing off all his attempts.

Waving another handful of cheez-its in the air Megamind ranted for the fifth time, poking at his purple nipple, “But they’re weird right? Like why do I even have them? Like, but they are fun ok, but why?”

Minion sighed, “Yes Sir, mammals are strange.”

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✉: What is something your muse would write about?

Other then his inventions and drafts it would be about the state of the judicial and prison system. He’s written full essays and thesis on the topic, sent opinion pieces to the papers and news. Written government officials. All under pen names. Anything to draw attention to how badly broken the system is. How many good men had forever labeled criminals for stupid crimes. Turning productive members of society into dead weight on the system or permanent thugs just to survive. He is very passionate on this topic.

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✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

Syx’s favorite scent is well worn leather. The couch Warden had when he was growing up was old leather. It reminds him of softer times in his life.

A box of chocolates is placed outside of Syx’s door in a basket that also contained honey whiskey.. though the sticker on the whiskey bottle was custom cut into the shape of a black cat…

Minion eyed the box of chocolates and alcohol with suspicion but blushing Syx carried them into Evil Lair. Handing off the bottle to Minion to be put in the liquor cabinet he took the chocolates to the couch, his goofy grin just growing. Tossing the lid to the brain bots to play with he settled down and popped on in his mouth, quickly becoming lost in happy recollections.