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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

v( ‘.’ )v – Something they’ve always wondered about

Syx has always wondered what his people would have really been like. When he was little he would fantasize about there being survivors that would come and rescue him. Now as an adult, he just wonders if he would even be recognizable. He’ll never be human
 but how alien is he really? He was raised on earth, by humans. That fact has drastically altered his behaviors, morals, desires, and personality from what it might have been. From WHO he might have been. Is he more human or more alien? He’ll never really have any way of knowing. 

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Syx sat on Harrison’s lap, the man’s mate watching them. When his gloves were pulled free and tossed aside Syx leaned his forehead against the other blue man’s. Breathing softly as Harrison shifted them to press a kiss against his wrist. More so then with anyone else he knew what Harrison felt for him. The bond between them, through their shared race and perhaps more. Not alone. Loved. Cared for. Never alone. Never again.

(Scar meme with Anna)

Her body had once been covered in scars too. When he’d first met her. When she’d learned herself they had melted away. An inky tattoo had taken their place along with deep mental wounds worse then Syx could imagine. The idea of losing all of your memories or yourself, made the villain shudder. Especially with how much he cherished his nearly perfect recall despite the horrors it sometimes inflicted on him. 

When she kissed his stomach, her tongue tracing old scars, Syx drew in a shuddering breath. Her lips pressing to one with a very surgical nature. He stilled against her with a soft sound, focusing on the love she had for him to try and replace the connection with hurt and pain. They could heal together from their wounds. Healing each others scars with kisses.

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Syx and Wayne had been cuddling after sex. Syx with his arms curled around the larger man, cuddling his head to his narrow chest. The big spoon despite their difference in size. He hadn’t thought much of it other than to hum in pleasure as Wayne took his hand and kissed his palm when those lips pressed against the ugly scar on his wrist, though Syx froze. He still struggled to get used to that. The flicker of remembrance that shot through him. His arm went limp in Wayne’s hand, but he didn’t pull away. Pressing a kiss into his hero’s hair instead. 

He remembered that old desire of children to have their parent kiss their wounds. Recalled asking Warden for that very thing. Idly he wondered if there would be enough kisses in the world to erase those scars. The wound they forever held in his mind.

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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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đŸ·: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

bwahahaha >_> i mean oh no, never <_<

Syx’s entire strategy for dealing with the entire world is manipulation. Make sure the entire world sees Megamind as nothing but an easily caught goof. Show off enough dangerous weapons that the other super heros and villains take him seriously. As Mr. Blue he twists the other gangs against each other. He manipulates his own Dad to make sure Warden can never be seen as helping him, keeping their relationship antagonistic despite how much it pains him now to do so (in his youth he meant ever word but at a 30 something he just wants forgiveness). 

So yeah, he will manipulate people for what he thinks is best. Too much. He needs to calm the fuck down and stop micromanaging the world or at least trying to.

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who’s harmed them or the people they care about?

Oh ho ho ho yes. depending on the level of hurt caused is whether the person will be the target of blue graffiti, tied up and dangled or alligators, or have their throat stood on with a laser pointed to their head while Syx talks to them like they’re a idiot child. 

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

Yes. Syx has killed before and would again. Depending on the person is if he’ll feel bad later. He wouldn’t hesitate or feel bad about killing pedophiles, rapists, or serial killers. Others if he accidentally killed them in protecting someone he would dislike that it happened but overall not feel to terrible if it was genuinely necessary to save someone. 

Outside of that he would feel gut-wrenchingly horrible for killing and because of that he has a storage room filled with permanently cubed ‘problems’. People he doesn’t want to kill, but can’t let go either because the police couldn’t arrest them or couldn’t keep them. He doesn’t want them on the street
 so they just disappear.

đŸŽ¶ – share a song you think the asker would enjoy 🍡 – share your favorite recipe with your followers

đŸŽ¶ – share a song you think the asker would enjoy 

🍡 – share your favorite recipe with your followers

Chocolate Chill

Ingredients:

half an onion
3-4 cloves of garlic
1 lbs stew beef
splash of Worcestershire sauce
can of black beans
can of diced tomatoes
can of tomato paste
diced sweet potatoe
handful of frozen corn
other diced veggies such as celery or red pepper

Spices:

1 T Smoked Paprika
1 T Parsley
1 t Basil
1 t Oregano
1 t Cumin
Πt Cayenne pepper
Πt Cinnamon
Πcup Cocoa

handful of chocolate chips

Directions:

Saute the onions and garlic,  add the

Worcestershire stir a bit. Add beef and cook till just brown and seared on the outside. Add beans, tomatoes, paste, and all other veggies except the corn. Mix together all the spices and add them in. Cover and cook on very low heat for at least 30 min to an hour, check veggies and meat and make sure stew beef is tender and veggies are cooked through. Add in corn and chocolate chips. let cook 5 min. 

Let sit off heat until cool enough to eat. Or don’t ;D

Serve with corn bread. Makes enough for 4. 

Also this is soooooo much better the next day after the spices have intensified overnight.Â