Gods know better.

"I am Doom. Destroyer of worlds ...What gods dare stand against me?" - FF #13

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i’m trying to get some drafts here, so like this for a starter. 

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statesangria:

she rolls her eyes at his comment,  anything but subtle,  before folding her arms over her chest.  “ now,  don’t go tellin’ me y’er the new  KING  or somethin’.  i feel like i woulda known if lizzie died yet, ”  she scoffs.  “ mind  enlightenin’  me? ”

“Latveria. I am the sovereign of Latveria.” His words were spoken through clenched teeth, his accent thickening with every second. When he had agreed to meet with a cousin contact in London, he expected them to be briefed, but clearly they were not.

“You are fortunate that your assistance is necessary for the next phase of this assignment. Have you ever attended a royal event, agent?”

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statesangria:

brows knit in confusion,  she looks herself over once again.  well,  she  thought  that she was dressed appropriately—  this is what she wears in  NEW YORK,  anyway.  then again,  kingsman is far more  elegant  than new york.  “ y’all  BRITS  do own  respectable attitudes,  yeah?  jus’ be thankful my tits ain’t out and i left the boots at home. ”

“I am not British.” The amount of Offended that Doom felt at her assumption could not be quantified. Granted he spoke impeccable English due to his association with the tailors, but--

He clenched his fist beneath his desk. Americans.

“Do you have any idea to whom you are speaking, American?”

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@statesangria

“You Americans do own respectable clothing, yes?” Statesmen. Horrific, outlandish, loud Americans that supposedly did spywork. Doom was starting to regret not severing the agreement with Kingsman after they resurfaced from the bombings. 

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doom quietly collecting outcasts of “proper western” society into latveria and protecting them is a thing tbh and i wish canon would stop pushing this fact to the wayside and making him out to be an uncaring cookie cutter tyrant

or turning him into iron man

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Doom: No one is allowed in Latveria ever--

Loki: hi.

Doom: No one besides maybe Loki is allowed in Latveria ever.

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collectortaneleer:

Taneleer chuckled. “I can’t deny that.” He admit. “But my involvement is often sparing. I don’t make a habit of altering the course of the universe, only…preparing for it.”

“I am Taneleer Tivan. The Collector.” Normally he would’ve had an assistant introduce him, but he’d chosen to travel alone. “And if my information is correct, you are Victor von Doom. King of one of Earth’s many diverse civilizations. Latveria, is yours.” It was interesting to see one of the planet’s royalties so close up. Truly he didn’t blame the man for his obvious discomfort, but he had nothing to fear from the curious elder. “It is a pleasure to meet the king of this land himself. I’d been prepared to deal with…more naive inhabitants of this planet.”

"You underestimate the people of this world.” He had not the faintest clue if he was to know the name of Taneleer Tivan, but his title was more than enough for Doom to know he had to have care with the intruder.

“Though none can compare to Doom, some are close in competence.” Hands clasped behind his cape, he eyed the Collector with equal measures of contempt and curiosity. 

“Why do you make yourself known to us, Collector? You know more about this world than we do about you. You could observe from afar rather than in person with more accuracy and with less distraction.”

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CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 2 SENTENCE STARTERS PT.1

from episodes one through eight – feel free to change pronouns/add names/ect!

“Why are all these big men making speeches to me?!” “So was she like a person that you shrunk down into a hummingbird?” “She is who she is, baby. Just like you."  "This big guy has me worried, nobody’s able to hit shit.” “My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined." "I don’t want to alarm anyone, but that was fucking efficient." "I’m willing to part with these here pickles." "You ever chugged a bunch of insecticide that’s a bad day.” “Oh my god ! They probably weren’t wearing any underwear, were they?" "Every time I try and show off it never works.” “What can of establishment do you take me for?” “Well my social anxiety is getting the best of me I’m taking a walk good bye.” “Nope. I hadn’t considered that terrifying thought, but thanks.” “Did you say I’m fucking irritable?!” “I’m a dirty hobo and I reek like yesterday’s garbage." “I don’t care but now I feel guilty.” "I’m either a clown or I’m a toad killer!” “Your days are gonna be the days that you’re gonna have” “I’ve got a problem with authority.” “What? Where am I? Who are you? Why are you following me?!" “House Keeping! Is anybody locked in here?” "Do you think they charge an arm and a leg?” “I think there’s something evil afoot.”  "…I’ve been called worse.“ "I have an intelligence of fourteen, I know what I’m doing.” “A handful of wandering destinies slowly begin to intersect.” “Any magic kills a goblin instantly." "Yea sure, they’ll totally kill me… you can leave.” “This ain’t my first rodeo baby, thank you.” “That’s a badass motherfucker, that’s all I’m saying.” “Yeah. I’m so about it. He’s so cool.” “I screwed the pooch. I think ya’ll need to fucking join us.” “Let’s take them on. I feel like I’ve never felt. You and me, let’s take them.” “Why are you big men making these weird speeches to me?!” “Why did you drop a ball bearing down there?” “Let’s /try/ later. Why don’t we do things we’ve done before?” “He was burned alive in front of me…” “I have killed people before in defense. But not like that.” “Look over here…. you look like a nerd.” “I don’t move at the speed of your thought.” “It’s murder time in the campaign.” “Before we can get to that, I just have to say you’re, respectfully, terribly flithy.” “Oh, you’re just an excitable little friend there, aren’t you?” “ ____?! What have you done to ____?! What have you done to _____?!” “Ho, ho, ho! Well, that’s just impressive.” “That’s adorable and I’m not gonna lie, I like it better.” “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disrespect your invitation.”

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strangcrdoctor:

“No, Doctor. I won’t.” Stephen didn’t necessarily want to hazard denying Victor that he had the right to be annoyed, but letting him into the Sanctum was another matter entirely.

“Because as many things as Dormammu might want that exist in the Sanctum, you could find uses for a thousand more. I come when you call because I can’t avoid that you are a highly competent magician and I have to respect you for that - but never mistake that patience as being a reflection of my trusting you. We may work this out here, narrow the criteria, and then see. But I’m sorry, Victor. We might be on a dinner and drink basis, but that doesn’t mean you get to demand me take you home.”

He knew Strange would be difficult, but it did not mean he felt any less annoyed about the lengths he had to go to obtain the information he desired. Doom straightened, arms crossed, gaze hard.

“And if you have Doom’s word that no artifact will leave your Sanctum from the trip?” Doom hated compromises. They always sounded too close to begging, but in this case, he thought it warranted. 

“In deference to our past associations and mutual respect for one another, Doom would prefer to be invited to your home over another alternative.” 

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hello, yes, it’s me crmen. 

i was going to make a nice lil promo for DOOM here, but to be honest? this walking garbage can in a tacky green cloak doesn’t deserve one for what he’s put us all through.

that said, pls follow for more 616 and even mcu (?!!!) greatness.

wow what a great promo, i say to myself

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that was a fucking marathon trying to write why are you like this vic 

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hraunwyf:

“Say it back.”

Her insistence surprises even her, but it’s there before she can even think about it, much less suppress it. Yet, here he is, having had his moment of weakness in giving her the ring, in letting himself touch her hands, meet his eyes, and perhaps that is enough for him. 

It isn’t enough for Loki. She’s lived most of her life by half-measures; this is the one thing where she can and should be demanding.

“Say you love me, Victor.” There’s a steel that wasn’t there before, when she had been afraid of being denied—but if he denies her now, he denies everything he’s just done, and Loki’s gaze holds his with a grip of iron. It’s taken so long to have him; she won’t let go. “If you’re going to keep me a secret from the world like this, at least be honest with me when it’s only the two of us. Tell me you love me.”

“Baronness...” It was rare for Doom to be caught off-guard, but Loki had a talent for catching him at such moments of weaknesses. She was an anomaly he coaxed into his home, not realising the danger he was putting himself into until the very moment he placed his mother’s ring on her finger.

He still could deny her. He could even evict or execute her. That would be all in-character for Victor von Doom and no one would question him.

But would he? Could he?

“For you, I would declare wars and win them in your name. For you, I would raze this world, break it and bring it into submission if you were to ask...” Doom rose from his seat, dark eyes never hers as he moved around his desk to her side.

“For you, I keep my heart open and I have come to accept Eleanor as my own. For you, Loki, I would cast aside my masks, my royalty, my very power and place them at your feet.” He dropped to his knees.

“I am a fool and a coward before you. I do not deserve any of your love and regard, and yet, you give it freely. Loki, my baronness, you have held my heart in your grasp for longer than maybe I even realised until now...” he was a rambling mess, the picture of a nervous young man he once was and not the ruthless and decisive ruler he had become since then. Funny how three small words could bring him to his knees, could make him tremble beneath that unyielding heavy armor, could make a coward and a fool out of him.

Pausing for a moment, he swallowed almost audibly as he raised his hands, palms up, for her to take. 

“I love you.”

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remember when doom started his convo with @hraunwyf over a hypothetical marriage 

me neither 

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collectortaneleer:

It seemed this human was capable of seeing more than he’d thought. The technologies of Earth really were advancing faster than he’d thought. 

“To visit.” To collect. “This planet’s cultures and histories are so quick to form and die that I feel my…personal observation may help some of it survive.”

“Just observation?” Doom tensed. The readings he had on the alien made him hesitant to raise his hand against him. It was an uneven match, to say the least, and he needed more data. 

“You seem like the type that includes meddling as part of observation.” Arms crossed over his armored chest, his eyes made it clear he would not tolerate any protest of his assessment. “Who are you, visitor?”

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collectortaneleer:

“A king of Earth would dismiss a potential ally so quickly? But for what reason, I wonder.” Taneleer wouldn’t be set away so easily. 

“Doom does not take kindly to those that enter Latveria uninvited.” He did not even think it possible until a few moments ago. If what his armor told him was true, he saw his visitor more as a threat than a potential ally. “Why do you come?”

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strangcrdoctor:

“Well that’s not helpful to either of us unfortunately. I have a lot of powerful artifacts, many of them from the multiverse and the Dark Dimension that he could want on any whim, let alone a whim to kill over.” He still wasn’t sure why Dormammu would come to Doom for help, aside from the fact that Doom was one of the few “villains” known to have his summons responded to, and Stephen was far from comfortable with lingering on that notion.

“I am sorry that you’ve been dragged into this, but it’s as much a mystery to you as it is to me why Dormammu would seek out your specific assistance with this,” he admitted, and it was as good of an apology as Doom was going to get given the circumstances.

“Indeed.” His eyes darted from Strange to the screen only he could see through the readings from his armor. “Doom does not enjoy leaving mysteries unsolved.”

His eyes slid back to Strange once again and he dropped his arms back to his sides, fists clenched with decision. “You will take me to your Sanctum and we will see what the Dread Lord desires.”

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hraunwyf:

The touch of the gold on her skin is like an electric shock, like a realization. Even if it couldn’t be everything she wanted right now—even if, really, it could never be that way, it meant the world. Victor had given her refuge when she was lost, a home when she was desperate, and, though it took so long, he had given her friendship and then love when she was alone in the world.

And now he puts his mother’s ring on her finger and calls her Baroness, and it seems as though it doesn’t matter quite as much whether or not they ever reveal it to anyone. Family, he says, and maybe that means a little more than just being his wife.

She doesn’t know exactly how, or how long, but she knows Victor, too, has been alone for far too long.

The simple band fits perfectly, there on her ring finger, and she stares at it for a while too long, before braving his gaze one more time. He can try to avoid what he wants; Loki, for her part, knows there’s a future of secrecy ahead, and that now she has to take what she can and where she can.

“I love you, Victor.”

Her words caused his stomach to go into knots, his racing heart to leap and bound before sprinting far ahead, beyond what a human heart ought to be able to. He did not withdraw his hand, his calloused, fingers resting upon hers with a gentleness a tireless tyrant like him ought to have.

Bloodshot eyes did not meet Loki’s for a moment. They instead rest upon the gleaming trinket upon her finger, the contrast of his hand with hers. To think this goddess before him used to be...

No, it did not matter. The past did not matter, not as much as it did before.

“Ah.” His exhale caught, ruining any facade of calm he had tried to maintain throughout their exchange. His hands dropped back to the smooth, cold surface of his table, but his eyes finally lifted, if for a second to look at hers. Bloodshot though they might be, there is genuine warmth behind those dark pools.

“You give me more than I deserve, Baronness.”