DREAD LORD.

indie dormammu.

[dcrmammu]

❛ Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up. ❜

“I’ll give you a hint. If I’m trying to incinerate you in the Flames of the Faltine, I’m likely very irate with the concept of your continued existence.”

[dcrmammu]

“It’s not about what I want, it’s about what’s needed, and I can provide it.”

   Dormammu’s burning at a temperature more commonly found on the surface of small stars as he weighs his options. He has no teeth to grit, but one could hear them grinding against each other in the ethereal realm of nonexistence.

“…Name. Your. Price.”

   He says it with every ounce of disdain he can muster. Negotiating with his most hated enemy is humiliating enough, but him being so damn smug about it, at least in Dormammu’s eyes, is what makes this all the more agonizing.

[dcrmammu]

“Powers are NOT the most important thing; you have to have the guts to stand up to the enemy with or without them.”

“The naïve ramblings of a weakling. You know as well as I do that in order to stand against someone with power, trickery and subterfuge are the best weapons. Your concept of ‘bravery’ is suicidal stupidity.”

[dcrmammu]

iillud:

              “I’ll speak frankly for your sake, then.”

         It takes a great deal of self-control not to allow his eyes to roll a bit.     Impressive: that he’s lasted this long. As ever, he’s balancing between     intelligent care and the urge to IRRITATE, and thus, arrives at the appro-     priate middle ground. He would love to claim that he is NEVER desperate,     but they’d both know the mistruth in that.

         “Something has come to pass that has permitted the reach of Mindless     Ones into the fringes of my realm, and I don’t believe that your control slips     without your permission.”

         Ancient magics they ARE; but age is irrelevant in all ways. He’d never     underestimate such a being, nor their thirst for vengeance and conquest.     There is a real look of KNOWING on the sorcerer’s face.

              “Tell me what you know of this.”

“Ah, the Mindless Ones? I wonder how much destruction they caused before you banished them away.”

   The space around them seems to echo Dormammu’s chuckle of sadistic glee. How he would have loved to see cities burnt to rubble, bodies ripped apart by the engines of destruction. He only wishes that he could peer into the memories of these beings and watch the carnage, but sadly, they have no mind, and therefore no recollection of anything they do.

“As odd as it may seem, I was not the one to orchestrate this attack. Given that you do not believe me, I will tell you three things. Firstly, the Mindless Ones are not creatures of my own creation, and I can only unleash them upon a helpless populace, and not control their actions. Secondly, I have recently decided to enter what you would call an ‘armaments business’, and have given limited use of Mindless Ones to those who would grant me something in exchange. Finally, and most importantly: if I was the one attacking your realm, Strange, I would want you to know exactly who was about to crush you.”

   He isn’t lying. Though he may deal in subterfuge and trickery on occasion, when he begins an invasion into another realm, he wants his enemies to witness him and cry out in terror before him. As of now, 

[dcrmammu]

disregard canon, get money

[dcrmammu]

“Killing half of a universe?”

“A fool’s goal. Were he to enslave them all, he might have had the makings of a worthy servant. Alas. It seems that this Thanos is a lost cause... I will have to focus my attention elsewhere.”

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iillud:

              “Dormammu,”

         His voice rings in the infinite, unending space, for it does no good     to permit anything but utter strength, utter PRESENCE. Truly, it is ne-     cessary especially NOW: nothing solid, nothing with any consequence,     touches this realm. Still, the confidence is almost TOO MUCH: a retort     to the anger with something daring.

         Only a shade; only an imprint. They are familiar with one another in     these forms and, yet, how many eternities have passed?

         “To seek would be to have lost,” Strange answers, head inclining not     in any nod of respect but to OBSERVE the familiar unfamiliarity of the sp-     ace around them. He is here for a REASON; yet he withholds it. “–and     neither of us have.”

“Speaking frankly is truly a foreign language to you, Strange.”

   The Sorcerer Supreme has always resorting to trickery and deception in order to keep Dormammu from his prize. That’s not to say Dormammu is above similar tactics, but he prefers to let his opponents know exactly who and what is orchestrating their doom. His annoyance slowly turns into a sickening smile as realization and hope evict anger from his thoughts for but a moment.

“I can only imagine that the situation is truly desperate for you to come to me in my own realm.”

   Though he is forbidden from observing the realm of Earth, barred by ancient magics, he sincerely hopes that his lifelong foe has come to make a deal.

[dcrmammu]

@iillud

“STRANGE.”

   A roar of fury echoes throughout the Dark Dimension, as torrents of magical flame scorch the populations of entire planets to ashes. The subjects of the Dreaded One experience this suffering on a daily basis, but this is too soon. Their master is angered. The presence of another is in his realm, that of the being which stands in between him and his most treasured prize. It takes Dormammu a moment to coalesce into form, his fiery countenance taking shape in his armor. It appears that this is an illusion, a message, and Dormammu cannot smite it. For this reason, he has calmed himself, but only slightly.

“For what reason do you seek me.”

[dcrmammu]

“Eons has it been since my last arrival, and I come back to find a world in disarray with barely any magic, and Laufeyson of all people taking the mantle of Sorceror Supreme.”

“Am I being... joked with?”

[dcrmammu]

YA BOIIIIIIIIIIII

[dcrmammu]

christ. i need. to use him again.

[dcrmammu]

oH SHIT BOYS I’M TOP TIER IN MARVEL INFINITE

[dcrmammu]

i am in a dormammood.

i need to do things with him; have him destroy a universe out of spite and then reshape it in his image; just something.

[dcrmammu]

i’m going to go play magic the gathering later tonight but if you want something short i can write a starter maybe. or an evil speech. i haven’t done one of those in a while.

[dcrmammu]

“How long has it been since I last graced this realm.”

“Evidently, not long enough.”

[dcrmammu]

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don’t get me wrong I’m super happy that arthur and nemesis are back and we’re finally getting t'challa and gamora (in her armor!) but like…where the fuck is taskmaster?? daredevil??? if they were going to put in gotg characters why not have drax as well?? where’s moon knight??

also lemme have my boy cyclops i played him since children of the atom and he hasn’t been around since mahvel 2

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wait no his voice sucks in infinite CAPCOM GOD DAMMIT YOU SHITHEADS YOU RUINED IT ALL