Roxanne Ritchi (and Wayne)

"This is Roxanne Ritchi, reporting live~" This is an RP blog for a pre-movie Roxanne Ritchi and a post movie Music Man who crashes on her couch a lot. MULTI-VERSE setting for most rp. It's is a side blog to syx-blue. Status: HIATUS

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[setepenre-set]

A Little Wicked .💋👑

(song for Temptress Roxanne)

[citizen-of-the-fandom]

Best part? This song is exultant and indulgent and triumphant, but the last two lines could be a whisper as she wishes she DID have someone to call her honey and mean it.

[the1theycallfanboy]

“You know, little buddy, there’s a yin for every yang. If there’s bad, good will rise up against it.” ― Metro Man

This is the updated version of the Megamind moodboard series! Find other characters in likns below (if uplouded): Megamind • Minion • Roxanne • Metro Man • Titan

[the1theycallfanboy]

“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty! Can I go home now?” ― Roxanne Ritchi

This is the updated version of the Megamind moodboard series! Find other characters in likns below (if uplouded): Megamind • Minion • Roxanne • Metro Man • Titan

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Fan Fic by Spider

omg sooooo I’m writing again? So something good from all of this and it’s NaNo soooooo yeah, have a rough 6k story I wrote in one day because fuck life rn. 

Rating: G but tw for descriptions of the perspective of a clinically depressed character

Summary: The entire movie, but from the POV of Metro Man ( because I was thinking so much about him and I am depressed as fuck right now, also I have so many head canons for him I’d yet to explore ) 

A Different Perspective by Silver Spider

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[thestarsaresilver]

There's a significant chance I'm way, way off or everyone figured this out a long time ago, but

At the beginning of the movie, Metro Man is addressing the crowd and he says, “The greatest honor you’ve given me is letting me serve you, the helpless people of Metro City. And at the end of every day, I often ask myself, who would I be without you?”

He’s trying to tell them. He’s hinting at what’s been going on in his head. It goes right through them, but if you look closely at his eyes, you can see the sadness. He’s admitting he’s looking for his own life beyond the title the population has given him of “hero.” He wants to know who he’d be without them.

And I want to hug the poor guy.

[syx-blue]

{{ all of this. This is my head canon and the reason I wrote A Different Perspective. }}

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Fashion clothing for women | Dresses | Street Style | Shoes | Accessories … For more outfits and style follow me!  Belaste

[displacerghost]

I need your help. Why do you need my help? Because you’re the smartest person I know.

Took a bunch of screenshots snooping on Roxanne’s apartment. (Notice no photos of any family, friends, pets, vacations? Just Metro Man and Metro City. Could just be animators choice/maybe she keeps personal photos elsewhere/whatevs, but it fits the headcanons that she’s a pretty lonely person. Also, she clearly likes plants and candles). She has what are probably textbooks on her coffee table and kitchen counter, as well as a bunch of notebooks. Deciphering the science/math/physics/jelly doughnut scribblings, no doubt. She’s clearly doing the same thing with the chalkboard and giant noteboard in the background. She is a glorious, brilliant nerd and I love her.

[ofmymuses]

Character Aesthetic  ➙ requested by anon ;; { the journalist }

journalism is just ORGANIZED gossip.    – edward eggleston

[arielrpt]

Character Aesthetic ➔The Nerd

“That’s the wonderful thing with nerds: they’re enthusiasts. Not having a life means you get to love things with a passion and nobody bothers you about it.”

[arielrpt]

Character Aesthetic ➔The Journalist

“Journalism will kill you, but it will keep you alive while you’re at it.”

[incorrigible-groupie]

That moment when Metroman realize he is going to disappoint

the girl who believes in heroes and the man who always believes in him.

[azilsito]

a pic i did a while back of roxanne as megamind’s evil queen ^_^

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Roxanne had to at least admit as fluff pieces went, it could be worse. A local inventor was making headway into robotics with greater practical applications. The city was far more filled with such scientists now to the point that Metro City seemed to be on the verge of becoming thee place for innovation in the field. Buuuut Roxanne hadn’t managed to get an interview with the man himself, just his wife. She tried to burry that disappointment as she knocked on the door. A stay at home mom. What fun. Still, Roxanne was a professional, she put a bright, friendly smile on her face as the door opened.

Having advance notice in order to prepare beforehand, opening the door to what was, to Veda, a more than familiar face this time doesn’t have her immediately nervous. She smiles automatically, hoping the expression looks welcoming. “You didn’t have trouble finding the building, did you?” she asks, tone light while asking.

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“Mrs. Sharma?” Roxanne smiled warmly, “And only because GPS is an amazing modern invention,” she laughed lightly as she adjusted her grip on her equipment, “Though not nearly as impressive as what I’m sure you’re used to,” smooooooth segue Roxanne, she groaned internally, “Are you ready for me?”

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mylittlepandora:

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The elderly woman who’d been enjoying the music dropped the bills quickly into Wayne’s open case and scampered off upon seeing the look on Pandora’s face. Wayne was incredibly oblivious at first, continuing his mournful song. Strumming another note, Wayne tipped his head back and let the sun hit his face, his voice filled with overflowing emotion. The song took on a near frantic swell, chaotic as his heart. 

Finally noticing the intensity on the pink haired woman, Wayne turned his head towards her. He was so used to wearing masks, his face only ever reflected his true feeling when he was lost in thought, so his friendly mask slid into place. He flashed a charming smile like a familiar glove. Even if it was far more uncomfortable and exhausting than it once was. His eyes still shown with his weariness, but his smile was as brilliant as ever. 

His little Blue buddy used to call it nearly predatory, there was something about the larger alien. He was in truth as inhuman as any of the blues, humans just refused to be aware of it. Wayne was certain they did see it. There was a reason few wanted to actually befriend him. To spend a lot of time with him. Something that was off, unsettling. It was why his Mother was so insistent he learned to be a charming boy, to win them over. It had worked… but only as admiration. The charm and smiles had won him few real friends… and those were all gone now. 

“I’m taking requests if you have something in mind, little lady,” Wayne offered, twanging the guitar string again. He noticed her stance but refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t do that anymore. Done, hands washed of the whole mess. It never did any good. 

-For where to start? First at all, not a request. Totally. He would turn Happy song into a ballad to Death. She frowned and continued staring at him with full distraust and a hard desire to make the tree behind him collide against his head. - “No” she answered finally. “No songs.” then she crossed her arms, trying to decide if she should ask nicely or accuse him to exist.-

-“Metro man? What truck hit you? Not that one could really hurt you but…..” she waved her hands to gesture towards his aspect, like expecting for this enough signal to get an explanation. Even his hair was a complete mess. His clothes? A Hippie Yoga instructor probably… This was too odd for her taste. No matter what he could tell her. He is Metroman. She just scanned his face’s structure and the crane and facial features say it’s him.  Her system shows Wayne scotts, Alias Metro man, in the front of her internal screen…

Wayne’s brows knit and he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, “Well... singing is really the whole point. Usually people like music?” 

He just wanted to not be alone. Normally people just listened and he could enjoy just being near people for a while. What she followed up with had laughing easily. He was shocked in truth, he hadn’t been called Metro Man is so very long, but deflecting it had become ingrained.

“I do sorta look like him, don’t I?” Wayne grinned easily, “It’s the chin I think,” setting down the guitar, he shifted into his most charming mask. He was rusty, but his mood was decent enough that it wasn’t too painful. The mirth on his face never could reach his eyes. Holding out his hand to shake, he added, “Wayne. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?”

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