(Umbrella thing)

The two had been star gazing when the clouds rolled in, too far from the invisible car to make it back in time. The water turning the cubed food back into its proper form and thus unfortunately abandoned in their dash back to shelter. Anna held the picnic blanket up over their heads, Syx laughing stupidly as he leaned against her. They were both getting soaked regardless, “You know this just means we’ll have to cuddle for warmth.”

☂ (from Rigel)

YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

Syx hunched his shoulders as he slogged through the sudden downpour. The storm having come from nowhere. When the break from the rain suddenly appeared, he glanced up, first noticing the umbrella before the being holding it. He blushed, “Oh uh… thanks?”

✨ That’s not how you dance

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“Oh dear evil god, no!” Megamind waved his hands is exasperation, “You’re doing it all wrong! You can’t just wiggle your shoulders,” he rolled his whole head with an exaggerated sigh. Villains had no class or presentation anymore. It was one thing to have to get into a turn war and  show some wanna-be to show some respect it was another for said person to have a woeful presentation. 

“Listen, you can’t just show up on the street and call a fight! Where are the smoke machines? the music? the PRESENTATION!?” he flung out his arms, “And stop that! That isn’t dancing and it’s to soon to gloat you imbecile!”

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Syx scribbling away on his drawing pad. Going through every color of crayon he has. Sticking his tongue out as he cuts it out and combines it with glue onto another drawing. Grinning like an idiot when its all done and running to the Warden’s office waving it around, “Look look! I made this for you!” 

Presenting his parent with the colorful drawing of them together as a family on a colorful beach. A hopeful look in the little boy’s green eyes. Wanting all the normal things he reads about in books and sees in movies.

✨ 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.”