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Letting his tentacle curl against her pussy for a bit as his breath mingled with hers, Syx finally pulled off with a groan of need. Pulling her up with him, he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her to his chest, moaning into her ear, “I have suspicion hooks in the ceiling~” the idea taking hold in his mind, “Perfect for such a naughty little tiger.”

Him pulling away from her made her make a soft noise of protest.. she didn’t want him to leave! What was he doing?! Her protest was cut off as he pulled her with him, the breathy noise he made into her ear making her sound out a low noise of desire, rolling her hips instinctively as he did.

“..yesss..” She practically hissed the words, wanting anything he could offer to her.

Leading her deeper into the lair, Syx found what he would need. His lips gliding over her skin as his hands worked the ropes. Anna’s arms were tied behind her back, the intricate ropes and knots designed to support her weight without pinching or cutting off circulation. With her arms and chest secure the blue man bit her neck as he walked her backwards and attached her to the first hook.

Commands given the a few brain bots made sure everything over head was secure and that they’d jump in if anything went wrong. That set, he ran a finger over her lip, “Evil gods you’re beautiful.”

|| @azlariel || like for a starter ||

Net fishing was illegal in Michigan unless you were one of the Native American Tribes, but even if he wasn’t the hench fish of a super villain, Minion hardly felt those rules applied to him. The law refused to register him as anything other than an animal, though the Warden had managed to get him registered as an endangered species at the very least. So as far as the alien fish was concerned, they could shove it. He was a fish hunting other fish and this just made thing so much easier with his busy schedule.

Humming Crazy Train to himself, he wadded his gorilla suit out into the water of the lake and found where he’d anchored the tie. A small floating bottle making where the net was as he dragged the circular net contraption back in.

Feathers and Spikes

|| @ever-so-humble ||

When Roxanne was told to go downtown and cover the Megamind fight, she’d been flabbergasted. Not that she’d been asked to, but that she hadn’t been kidnapped. At the very least as Hal drove them the the site of the battle in the news van, she was glad the villain was active again. She hated to admit that she’d been growing worried.

For the first time in years, when the camera clicked on, Roxanne was speechless. Her mouth hanging open as she watched Megamind fight off another villain. No… not another villain… Megamind was the… hero? She felt as if her whole world had just tilted on its axis. Hal’s snapping fingers brought her back to reality, “Uh, earth to Roxanne? I mean, like, cameras rolling here.”

Snapping back to the task at hand she launched into routine, mind preparing the Metro Man spiel and on the fly word swapping in Megamind, “This is Roxanne Ritchi reporting live from downtown as Metro City’s defendor, Megamind, battles-”

As she gave her running commentary, she watched the blue hero, wondering just how different this person would be from the one she knew. When the battle was over, Roxanne tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and approuched with a hesitant smile, “That was an intense fight, huh?”

|| @teenage-and-blue || like for a starter ||

Bluebell turned on her holowatch and checked her disguise in the mirror before heading out of Evil Lair. She’d donned a blue studded leather jacket and ripped up grey jeans, completing her look with spike covered high heels. With her degun strapped under her jacket, the young super villainess headed out for a day of pranks and five fingered discounts. Gleeful, she put her earbuds in and hopped on her bike, tearing out of the wearhouse district without a care in the world.

♋

1000liveslived:

sincerest-flattery:

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He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.

Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.

WHAT?!

Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.

@sincerest-flattery

There’s a look of short-lived wonder on Veda’s face, one replaced by recognition and upset shock once she actually realizes just who she’d switched with.

By that point she’s staring at Syx and the brainbots with panic creeping into her expression that Veda is trying to ignore, gaze darting from first one brainbot to the next.

“H-how am I- supposed to… ?”

@1000liveslived

Anna wasn’t pouting. She definitely was not pouting. Nope. Not at all. Climbing from the bed that she had woke up to empty in, she stretched out, as naked as the day she was born as was her usual method of sleeping. Moving about, she slipped her skimpy clothing on that consisted of a tanktop that hung off her bare breasts and shorts that might as well have been underwear.. and nothing else.

She began to pad out of the room barefoot, yawning widely as she made her way to the last place she had left Syx.. and immediately froze. She lowered her hand, looking between her mate and the woman with a bot currently dangling from her elbow.

“…Uhm.. we have company..?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked over at who she thought to be Syx still. She wasn’t entirely bothered. If Syx didn’t truly want the woman there? Well? Then he would make a simple order and be rid of them. No real cause for concern.

@syx-blue

“Anna! Thank the evil gods!” Syx looked over towards his mate pleadingly with his switched body. The similar green eyes the only thing reminiscent of him in the blond, fair face he had now, “Call them off!”

Brushing the bots off of him he cooed, “Daddy loves you but, NO BITING! Bad 36!” looking back at the person who was wearing his face, he demanded, “You! What have you done to me?”

@sincerest-flattery

Personal Investigation

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“What?” Roxanne squeaked, “Married? To Megamind?” her face colored red at the idea, only in her darkest fantasies. Ones she denied in the morning, “I-I mean, wait, female? There’s a girl Megamind?”

Her eyes widening as she tried to wrap her mind around it, Roxanne gasped, “How ridiculous are her outfits?”

“Think more peacock feathers and rhinestones than spikes,” Harrison confided, his bright green eyes shining with amusement at her obvious embarrassment. Yet another Roxanne who clearly had more than professional feelings for the blue villain in her life. He could hardly blame her since he was itching to crawl into bed with Syx himself. “Though the spikes to do make the occasional cameo. Her thigh-high stiletto boot game is exquisite.”

“They have two kids, one adopted and one biological. Though you might be slightly scandalized to hear how that happened,” he smirked, knowing any reporter as curious as Roxanne Ritchi won’t be able to resist the inevitable follow up question.

Her mind sputtered as she pictured Megamind in feathers and stiletto boots, her imagination hardly changing him other than removing the beard. Realizing she’d frozen open mouthed, she shocked her head and held up a hand, “Wait, wait, wait, slow down. Why would two people having a kid be scandalous?” her brain caught up. Right. Woman. This was two woman. She tried to add breasts to the mental image she’d been painting, “…how would to women have a kid? I mean it could easily be biological one of theirs if they used a sperm donor,” he reasoned.

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

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“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

“Like the watch? They’re different of course, the watch is hard-light projection, combined with the invisibility field that I use on the car. My security on Evil Lair is just a normal hologram that hides the physical door. I’ll leave it open for you, otherwise, you’d never get through the bio-scan,” Syx rattled off then gave him a wry smile, “I’ll have to call the Brain Bots off and reset their protocol after you get there. It requires a bio-scan. Just watch out for the teeth, they’re rather playful.”

“I will pretend I understood everything you said, dear. and not that you porpousely speak weird to make me feel bad and confused.” Okey, indeed it was somehow rude.Zagam thought, glaring at Syx with his eyebrow up. But he smiles anyway and steps forward.

-” Teeth. just like my demon gods. I think that its the only part I might enjoy. “

Syx bit his lip as Zagam said that, oh enjoying biting could have wonderful connotations. His eyes darkened a but despite how he tried to keep his mind from wandering to other thoughts, “I might enjoy that too.”

“Ah, I mean…” he looked away, looked up at the devil, “See you then,” a small smile playing at the corner of his lip, “And I seem to have that affect on everyone. The confusion.”

Our muses in a thunderstorm.

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kmcp8reporter:

The storm raged over Metro City, lightning cracking overhead. Dashing for the cover of an awning, Roxanne cursed the fact that her mode of transportation was a little yellow scooter. The gas mileage was great and it was so easy to get around the city… until days like this. Hunching in her dark jacket, she rubbed her arms to stay warm, making idle conversation with the woman next to her, “I hate these freak storms this time of year. The weather has been so bad this fall.”

“I dono. It’s electrifying to watch.” The blue stranger replied in trance, dressed in a man’s orange rain coat, locks and long thick braid soared out from her collar with the stirring energy in the air, filling her up, radiating intensity.

The sky cracked again, followed by thunder. The explosive existence laughed luxurious, glancing over on the new arrival under the shielding stair case and eye’s wived wide, intrigued. “oooh, aren’t you the reporter Roxanne Ritchi?”

Roxanne wasn’t ever surprised when people recognized her, it came with being a local celebrity, “That’s me, Channel 8 reporter and professional ‘damsel’,” she gave a wry grin, damsel coming out with a sarcastic roll of her tongue, “You have me at a but of a disadvantage, though.”

Turning to the woman her paused as she saw a sliver of blue skin in a flash of lightning, her eyes widened. Trying to cover her shock at a female blue person, and that said blue person had hair, she chided herself. Of course there where more, Harrison had already told her such.

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

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syx-blue:

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

[TXT: *I drink up every drop you give me, licking you clean before I pull off. Turning around and kissing you deeply, enjoying my taste on your lips* good boy~ ]

[TXT MSG: *I collapse underneath you, sagging against my bindings and trying to catch my breath as your mouth replaces your tentacle on my messy face. I strain weakly to return your kisses, practically boneless and utterly yours*]

[TXT: *nuzzling into your neck exhausted* we should clean my poor captive up, such a mess~ *kissing along your jaw and starting to work the knots off* ]

Personal Investigation

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“What? No, he was the one that turned me down,” Roxanne frowned, “Normally we’d watch romantic comedies and stupid campy stuff and eat ice cream and drink… it was a monthly ritual,” one that had been all but abandoned lately.

Not having the appetite for the rest of her donut, she rubbed her arms, “You really think that I could have been the only one to come here?”

Harrison sat up straighter and let his arms fall to his sides. “There’s no way to know without talking to the Wayne and Megamind you believe is yours, but its certainly possible. I’m not trying to freak you out,” he adds, reaching out to pat her on the leg.

“We have nicknames for a lot of us just to keep us all straight. Did I tell you one of the Megaminds is female? And that she married her Roxanne?” he asks, trying to change the subject with salacious gossip and wiggling eyebrows. “My Wayne calls her Girly or Femme.”

“What?” Roxanne squeaked, “Married? To Megamind?” her face colored red at the idea, only in her darkest fantasies. Ones she denied in the morning, “I-I mean, wait, female? There’s a girl Megamind?”

Her eyes widening as she tried to wrap her mind around it, Roxanne gasped, “How ridiculous are her outfits?”