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remember kids

its only illegal if u get caught

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            Indignation reigns in his expression, a prideful rage boiling the blue of his skin as he fails to back down in the face of her threats -- perhaps it’s simply that old habits die hard, and on some level, to Megamind, it still feels as though he’s a villain; and another villain imposing upon a city that it thusly spoken for -- well, it’s just plain rude! But villain or hero, it was all the same in the sense that it boiled down to the same outcome; regardless of what he was, this city belonged to him, and he wasn’t about to let some interloper usurp him!

            ❝-- Au contrair, madame! I’m afraid you’ll find it will be YOU who does the losing today!! MINION! Unleash the brain bots!! ❞

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“ HANG ON TO YOUR CHROME DOME BLUE-MAN; BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO POUR utter hell on your parade! ” familiar motions ripple through from her arms like she’s rehearsed it and then some; it’s not an unfamiliar song and dance. as if she’s going to let some… some alien thing mess around with the likes of her and foil her plans to cleanse and purge the city from the meatbags. “I wasn’t able to get this done in Gotham — I sure as heck won’t fail here. One last time; MOVE IT OR LOSE IT BUSTER!”

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     The alien’s eventual answer was a little SOAPY for her tastes, but Helen couldn’t find any FAULT in what he had verbally laid out for her; in the depths of her HEART, she had even found it slightly ENDEARING. More than any hot-seat subject before him, Megamind had been willing to peel back his virile skin and expose the viscid IMPERFCTIONS underneath; hell, he had practically FLAUNTED them. Since Roxanne was obviously, in Helen’s mind at least, a woman WITHOUT IMPERFECTIONS, she appreciated his willingness to show his flaws. In her experience, those that had ADMITTED to their defects always came closer to CONQUERING them than those that FAILED to.       Helen’s face, of course, remained as cold as a BOULDER. She performed a simple NOD at the conclusion of his statement, pursing her lips as she analyzed him one more time. Had she collected all she NEEDED ? Interviews had NEVER been this short.. then again, in general, interviews had never gone this WELL, either. Slowly, her legs uncrossed and hands unfolded, a physical gesture that signified a distinct FINALITY to the interview.

     “ ALRIGHT, Blue BOY, I can’t LIE to you: you’ve done WELL. ” Her head cocks instinctively. “ Better than almost ANY participant I’ve seen BEFORE. ” ( Helen always considered JEFF from senior year a one-that-got-away type fella, but Roxanne didn’t see it that way, so. ) “ One more question, though. This one’s IMPORTANT. ” Helen allowed one more, lingering PAUSE to enter the dialogue.

                       “ Do you LOVE her ? ”       Helen didn’t mean “ are you crushing on her ” OR “ do you appreciate those rockin’ hips ” –– she was asking if Megamind genuinely LOVED Roxanne. Would he be there for her in every season ? Through hardships ? Adversities ? This was ALWAYS the last and most important part and, while no one had ever reached it so QUICKLY, Helen was just as serious about it as EVER. This was, after all, her BEST FRIEND in the WHOLE WORLD. If she was handing her off to a MAN, he better damn LOVE her.

            With an ego as resilient Megamind’s, it would have been impossible for him not to inflate somewhat at her insinuation that he had done well, by her standards. Of course he had, the voice of his inner hubris boasted -- he was an incredibly handsome genius after all. But thankfully, her follow-up question ( the one she insisted would be the last hurdle for him to vault ) brought his lofty self indulgence succinctly crashing back down to Earth like a flaming meteorite. 

            LOVE?? Did he love her?? -- how could this woman possibly expect him to answer that so -- so candidly?? He hadn’t even been able to admit it to his best friend, the only companion he’d ever had, the one he’d shared everything with since his very first memory?? -- Hell, when Minion had accused him of falling in love with Roxanne, Megamind hadn’t even been able to admit it to  h i m s e l f  -- he’d been far too steeped in fear and denial; fear that he was the only one whose feelings were genuine, as she had fallen in love with someone who, on some level truly existed, and on another level entirely ...did not. Fear that she never would have loved him if she’d known who he really was ...and for a time, a fear that, when she did discover his treachery, she had proven that fear to be valid ( do you really think that I would ever be with you? ). 

            ...but was there anything to fear now? The storm in the pseudo-villain’s mind began to quiet as he processed the thought. Had they not reconciled the mistakes made between them -- his deception and insecurity, and her visceral ( but in his honest opinion, entirely reasonable ) reaction? Once the initial hurt had passed, and in the face of his unwavering determination to fix all the mistakes he’d made ...she had come to see him once again through the same eyes she had looked at Bernard with. She had come to understand that the Bernard she had known, the man he had shown her was, in truth, the man he was -- the one he couldn’t show to anyone, but had tenuously and with the innocence of a youth, entrusted to her warm and accepting heart, even if the only way he’d been able to do so was from behind the guard of a holographic pair of glasses and a tween jacket and turtleneck. They stood now, together ...so why was there any need to fear any longer? 

            Perhaps, he mused, a part of him always would be somewhat afraid -- afraid of the possibility of losing her. But that prospect hadn’t been sufficient enough to bar him from falling head over heels in the first place ...so in the depths of his heart, he knew that it wouldn’t be enough to keep him from continuing to try, not now that he’d come further than he’d ever thought he would. All of this inner struggle played out plainly across his face for Helen to observe -- from the initial panic and mortification of the insinuation, to the misgivings and insecurity that came with admitting to something so incredibly un-villain like in its vulnerability. But finally, his expression shifted as he settled on an answer and folded his leather-clad hands in his lap, glancing up to deliver her a response that lacked his usual embellished long-winded verbosity ...but was more than compensated for by its utter resolution.

            ❝ – Yes. ...Yes, I do. ❞

                                                                   I always will.   

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Honey doesn’t take to his laughter, partly because it’s mean-spirited, but mostly because it’s plain patronizing...which—she’s used to, actually. She’s in a STEM field, after all. …And she kind of gets it—she’s the least physically intimidating person on her team, those are just facts. Even Hiro has Baymax.

But—wait, what is she doing? Why was she rationalizing his rudeness? He has no idea what she’s capable of, and that’s an advantage, which she needs since…well, he has a giant robot. Doesn’t matter, she’s not going to take his guff.

“Megamind, got it the first time!” she quips. Honey dashes backwards down the sidewalk over the icy roadblock she’d created, strides lengthened by the chem-ball assisted bounce in her step, away from the herd of Metro City citizens stampeding to safety. 

“I don’t think terrorizing regular people is very ‘mighty’, villain or not!” She flourishes an exaggerated finger quotes, movement impeded by the new polymer ball in her hand, this one a florid violet. She pitches it at his back and it explodes like a sparkler, loud and crackling, but ultimately harmless—especially against the metal shell of that robot.

Turn around, turn around, turn around.

Honey bounces in place like a cartoon kangaroo, hand over the screen of her bag. Another ball, bright orange, pops out.

“I’m a part of Big Hero 6—if you haven’t heard of us, that’s okay! Megamind doesn’t really ring a bell either!”

It’s not a zinger, not even an attempt at one. She sounds painfully earnest, and maybe that’s what makes it worse.

            Any and all semblance of the notion of sparing the poor, defenseless little citizen from his terrifying evil is completely obliterated by the epiphany that she was not a defenseless citizen at all; a comprehension that came in confederation with an explosive force against his back that launched his robot forward, sending its metal feet staggering apart in an effort to stay upright. The arms of the giant, hulking metal monster flew out at its sides in an attempt to keep its balance, and Megamind lurched in the cockpit before regaining his center of gravity and immediately whirling around in an effort to find the troublesome little woman. 

            ❝ --Gah!! What the -- big hero who now?? ❞

            Had he heard her correctly? An up-and-coming young super heroine? Megamind would be outright false if he’d denied being made just a little bit giddy by the suggestion. Of course, super villains weren’t supposed to be excited by the prospect of new super heroes -- but it meant the endurance of an epic, the perseverance of the oldest and most legendary battle known to man, as old as time itself -- good versus evil! The younger generations were taking up the helm, and Megamind couldn’t withhold his enthusiasm in its entirety as he whirled around to face the bouncing sprig of a girl -- what were her powers? What was her super hero name? Just because he already had an arch rival of his own ( a perfect and professional one, at that ), that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun -- besides, in all fairness, she’d started it.

            ❝ -- is that so?? Well, don’t worry -- I intend to make certain you’ll remember it from now on!! Let’s see if I can’t make it Big Hero 5!! Mwuahahahaha !!! ❞

            The super villain let fly his most heinous evil laugh as he lifted one of the robot’s arms, leveling in her direction. The metal pincer-like fingers folded back, and the hand opened like the maw of a great metal beast, transforming into a cannon-style weapon. An unearthly glow began to surge forth from the depths of it, like fire brewing in the throat of a dragon, and all at once a lazer blast of blue lightening ripped from the mouth of the cannon and tore down the street in her direction, ripping up the asphalt and tar and sending chunks of city road hurtling into parked cars and shattering unfortunate shop windows.  

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“And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.”

— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily (via books-n-quotes)

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    It was honestly surprising, really. Despite being dressed head to toe in black leather and his skin being a chilly shade of blue, there was something almost warm and bright about the way that his eyes lit up–something that nearly made Renet let out a loud snort-laugh. She managed to contain herself, her expression remaining bewildered instead of betraying her amusement ( more due to the fact that she was still stunned and not from any sort of strict self control, of course ). He acted almost like a small child, excited beyond belief about a present or the idea of visiting a toy store.

    –Dare she say it was almost endearing?

    Renet’s tongue was on the verge of loosening right then and there, the mere idea of being able to show off her abilities and not get reprimanded for every little mistake burning beneath her skin. But, as her lips started to part, she remembered herself, pulling the scepter close to her chest and closing her mouth tightly. No, she couldn’t just say and do whatever she wanted. Her teeth began to grind together as she tried to think.

    Obviously she couldn’t take… the blue guy–she really needed to get his name–on a joyride across time and space. And she certainly couldn’t give him the Time Scepter. Well, technically, she supposed she could, since the damn thing possessed a will of its own and wouldn’t do anything it didn’t want to do. But that didn’t mean she could just throw it out and leave it somewhere without worry. It could still be a huge pain in the ass in the wrong hands, regardless. Just up and leaving was an option too, but it didn’t give her any answers. There wasn’t even an inkling of an idea in her mind of what had dragged her out of her hop, and no guarantee that if she tried to leave she’d even be able to.

    So… what to do?

        ❝–Uhhhh, it–er–yeah? This is, uh, the–the Time Scepter. I mean, I can still sorta travel through dimensions and time without it but… it’s, like, a lot harder. In the, uh, right hands it makes it easier,❞ Renet explained, stumbling over her words as she stared into his unbridled excitement. Biting at her bottom lip in consideration, she tilted her head and continued. ❝As for showing you–I’m usually not supposed to, like, use it in front of people in the time stream? Plus, since I got dragged here against my will, I’m not sure what would happen if I tried to travel with it again. But, uh, I guess–I guess I could show you something else it can do besides that if you… want?❞

            Her hesitance to explain the method of her power was practically palpable, and consequently came as a grave disappointment to the super villain. Here she was, a marvel of science standing before him, proclaiming that her very existence there in front of him was a great defiance of space and time; that she had achieved what he’d thought infallibly impossible by the laws of physical science -- and she couldn’t tell him how she’d done it?? She was literally holding the holy grail of modern science, and she couldn’t share its capacity with a fellow scientist?

            ❝ -- huh? -- well, I ...wait. You said that you don’t know how you got here? That some ...fluctuation in the time space continuum, some irregularity disrupted you and forced you out here? ❞

            His brow creased in consternation, and he turned then with a sweeping flourish of his cape, crossing the floor of the massive warehouse over to a veritable wall of computer monitors. He deposited himself in a high-backed black leather chair that sat poised before a large control panel, gloved fingers flying over the keys as he opened a plethora of programs and began running what appeared to be diagnostics.   

            ❝ -- If the phenomena landed you here, then it’s likely that it occurred somewhere in the immediate area -- and it’s unlikely that any of my inventions caused it, considering I haven’t activated any of them yet today. So what could cause something like what you’re describing? A massive spike in electricity? The devolution of a black hole? What am I looking for, Miss ...? ❞

            It had only just occurred to Megamind that the pair of them hadn’t thought to properly introduce themselves. Then again, in all likelihood, it probably wasn’t normal to lead with “Oh hi there, nice to meet you” when someone quite suddenly apparated into your evil lair uninvited.

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on my way to steal your girl

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I really love this drawing of Megamind talking to Roxanne through the phone. It paints up a picture of many enjoyable conversations through the phone, both late nights and everything in between. And just look at megaminds genuine smile! And the way he casually leans over on the table while playing with his keys, showing that they’re most likely talking about casual enjoyable stuff! Also, another thing: if you look at megaminds arm, theres wires connected to it. Now, if you look at his hand and at the keys, and then look at the background, you see a huge metal hand in the same pose as megaminds hand. And the robot thing above the metal hand is in the exact same placement as the keys. So i think that megamind is talking to roxanne in the disguise as Bernard, meanwhile he tests out the movements of his robot suit that he later uses to fight titan with. “..and that means that the latest-What was that noise??” Megamind cringes as he watches one of his inventions accidentally fly straight through the walls of evil lair. Ops. “eh, uh, that was my…dog” He replies distractedly as he watches his brainbots eagerly play with the scattered parts of the unfortunate invention. “Oh, Bernard! I didnt know you had a dog” “try about one thousand.. ” he mumbles to himself. “ha, what?” she laughs out on the other end. The drawings belong to Dreamworks animation!

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I was on a walk with my dog when...

Megamind vc: IT'S DESTINY!

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How to make a villain likeable:

Make him adorably obnoxious with no dignity

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Megamind has this incredible arsenal of equipment and weaponry, but I think his biggest weapon is his heart. It’s his sheer will to do the right thing when he realizes he’s made a horrible mistake, to right it. And I think that that’s equal to all the gadgets that he has.

Denise Nolan Cascino, Producer, during the “Inside Megamind’s Lair” special feature (via jakkubrat)

i remembered this out of the blue & needed to bring it back because TwT

(via jakkubrat)

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Hands by LordSiverius

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“Honey— have you seen my black pumps? I need them for our date tonight with Helen and Bob.” She called from her bedroom, waist deep in her SLIGHTLY disorganized closet. “They’re the cute ones with the red on the underside. Did I leave them at your place?” Since the other couple were meeting at her place, she thought it best they both got ready at her apartment. Still— getting her boyfriend in anything that wasn’t leather was a challenge. But she had a secret weapon.

            The former super villain poked his enormous blue head through the aperture of her bedroom door, one brow raised curiously as he swept his gaze about -- the black shoes with the red underside? He mentally sifted through his recollections of all the times she’d worn those as he rooted about her room in search of them ...that one particular kidnapping near Christmastime, during that sit-down interview she’d done with Metro Man for channel eight -- and, most recently --

            ❝ – ah, no. I distinctly remember, you wore them to dinner on Saturday. While you did leave them at the Lair, I had Minion bring them to you the following -- ah! Here we are. ❞

            He bent down to crouch at the foot of her bed and re-emerged then, clutching a black box in his gloved hands; the same box he had placed the shoes in to be delivered to her. He slipped the cover off and, sure enough, there were the distinctive pumps she’d been searching for. Turning his spiked shoulders, he held the box out to her with a triumphant smile.

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(Txt) ok so I found this old photo from ur villain days. (Txt) stole it from work to frame at home bcuz u look so cute. (Txt) ur not gonna turn me in, are u hero? 😘 (Txt) pretty sure I remember u sayin u like bad girls. 😈

[ text sent ]Oh, on the contrary, Miss Ritchi ~ While you may have a point regarding my personal tastes, I’m a hero now. And I’m afraid theft is very much a crime. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson when I get back to the Lair tonight ~

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Megamind: Are you suggesting that I occasionally stray from the rule book?

Roxanne: I’m suggesting that you may not own a copy of the rule book, and if you do posses one, you’ve certainly never opened it.

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“Honey?”

She hops from her wrought iron seat and waggles her fingers at the seriously exhausted-looking barista.

“Me! That’s me, that’s mine!” she calls out, bumping past the late-morning crowd of jogger moms and their baby buggies, all clustered around the mobile cafe. He sets her takeaway cup on the counter.

“Weird name,” he remarks as she reaches for it. Honey’s narrow shoulders bob up, smile turning up a notch.

“Not my real name,” she says, uncapping her tea to add milk.

It starts with a tremble Honey doesn’t acknowledge. Quakes are common back home, constant and totally unimpressive. She stirs in milk and sugar and flicks the stirrer into a recycling bin. The second—the second bucks the ground underfoot, splashes her hot tea across her hands and wrists, and these are the moments when Honey really wishes she had a superpower. Clairvoyance, maybe. Or prestidigitation.

A flock of pigeons explodes into flight, warbling their way airborne. Her paper cup rolls beneath the stand. Joggers and baby carriages scatter around them, all dashing away from the rumble.

“Not again,” the barista groans, hastily unloading the register.

“I’m guessing this isn’t an earthquake,” she says, shaking off her hot, stinging hands. The ground grumbles.

…Citizens of Metrocity!

Honey whips towards the booming voice. The mech is, well, intimidatingly large, and definitely not of the huggably Baymax-ian variety, but she’s faced bigger…with her team, who all had their own set of strengths, and were currently absent. But still. She can do this. Her stomach swoops.

“I wish,” he says. He jerks his head, backing away. “Hey, I—uh, you should maybe follow the soccer moms. It’s about to get—”

“Wonderful idea! Thanks!” She pulls her chem-bag from around her shoulders. The barista takes off, and Honey drags out her SFIT hoodie, pulling it inside out before she yanks it over her head and tugs the hood over her hair. She sprints towards the robot.

She knew San Fransokyo’s sister city had its own set of problems, but she thought (naively, hopefully)—and her friends had assured her—that taking a couple of days to present at the National Chemist’s Association with Dr. Chatterjee would go off without a hitch. She fumbles with her phone, shoots off a text. This is definitely a hitch.

Think, think, think—

A bright blue chem-ball pops against the asphalt, ice snarling from one sidewalk to the next between her and this Megamind guy. Buy time. She needs to buy time.

“Hey! Cool it! Maybe? For a second!” she shouts. Honey ducks behind a screaming car, fingers flying across the face of her bag. Improvise, adapt, overcome. She pops an orange ball beneath a wedge heel, then another. Buoyant foam bubbles under foot, freezes like rubber. She gives them an experimental bounce, then pops back up like a meerkat.

“I didn’t mean to pun! Metro Man might not be here, but I am!”

God, she feels naked without her suit, her helmet, her friends, but he doesn’t need to know that.

            His malignant laughter is cut short by a bright blue explosion at the feet of his massive machination, and the villain throws the levers controlling the robot’s ambulation, sending it scrambling back in shock as he fiercely searches for the source of the interruption. Was that -- ice? Metro Man didn’t possess ice powers, as far as his data showed; the hero had never displayed such capabilities to him in all the years they’d been at this grandiose game of theirs. 

            ❝ – hey! Who threw that!? ❞

            He demanded, sounding much more like a cross school master looking to scold the student tossing spitballs across the classroom than a super villain intent on destroying a populated metropolis. The answer to his indignant query came in the lithe form of an exceedingly tiny girl, who proceeded to not only hinder his evil doing, but to subsequently toss out a shrapnel of witty banter to boot! I’m here, she said stalwartly, as though some run-of-the-mill bookworm was going to pose a challenge to him. Did she intend to play hero? Certainly not -- she was obviously no Metro Man. And Megamind had nothing to gain by harming ordinary citizens -- he only threatened them to bait the super hero into battle, because ...well, that’s what villains did, wasn’t it? His laughter rang out through the panicked streets once more, much more condescending this time as he took in the sight of her standing there, prepared to oppose him with nothing but a satchel slung around her hip and shoulder.

            ❝ -- Ohohohoho !! My my my! Is that so? And who exactly are you? Foolish girl -- YOU DARE challenge the mighty MEGAMIND??  ❞     

            -- then again, it suddenly occurred to the self-proclaimed epitome of evil; just where had that ice come from?