✨ That’s not how you dance

“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.”

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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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Uptown Funk

Her long black hair cascaded down to her shoulder blades, bouncing about as she strutted along the sidewalk, her ebony ears perked fully forward. ‘Emma’ was dressed quite a bit differently today.. She had a white lacy tank top on, that was cut off to expose her bare midriff, a black tube bra peaking from the gaps in the white fabric.

Strutting and half dancing, half skipping along the streets as she neared the warehouse district. Humming happily, she paused once just long enough to spin in spot with a laugh, entirely confident with herself and her body as she came in sight with Syx’s cameras.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” She exclaimed, laughing merrily. “Lets go have some fun!”

‘Emma’ did not wait patiently for Syx, and as soon as he came out, she took his hands and spun with him, laughing as she looped her arm through his. Strutting with him to the side walks and nearing the crowds she pulled away, spinning around him, just generally having fun as she did a sliding motion, spinning yet again before taking his arm with a large, goofy grin

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drabble for this song- Miike Snow: Black & Blue

Syx didn’t know her name. How could he when she didn’t know her own? She was formless and drifting. Normally he’d be the one walking through life as a zombie and needing help. It was a new experience being the one helping someone else.

Talking her hand he led her through the Lair again, sitting her on the sofa he’d dragged near his drafting bench. Evil plans had taken a back seat lately. He drew other things instead. Ideas that had been bouncing through his head. He ranted and waved his pen around in circles as he described what he was thinking about. Every now and then she seemed to come aware and ask a question or offer an insight. With a wide grin he hung on every word she gave him. When she faded away again he revolved around her as if she was the sun. He was no stranger to deep pain. The world was cruel so he surrounded her with whatever she needed to find herself again.

Until one day when he got lost in his work, drafting paper a mess of tight calculations and detailed drawings. A cup of cocoa appeared at his elbow, a soft hand at his shoulder. He could have cried as he looked up into her bright and thoughtful eyes, “Welcome back Tiger.”

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1000liveslived-aa:

Send 💕 for a drabble about our muses based on the song I am currently listening to

The times that she had been able to spend with Syx had been incredibly fun for Emma, and this night was no different. Opting to go with him to a much different area, into a club where the music pulsed around them, she couldn’t help but smile broadly as the two wove their way through to the dance floor.

Shifting, Emma began to dance, letting her body go free and dance without care of how she looked or how provocative she was being with Syx. The style of her dancing matched the style of the song, grinding up against her newest friend.