#atimebomb

[fearlessmuses]

🔬 ───── wanda had been with him for a bit now and he found himself often drawn towards her in a manner he could not ... completely explain. he supposed he could relate to her and there was a level of respect he did not have for most people. she was one a hero shot down by her own fellow heroes all because of some complex choices. he could see her side though, more than most people might. "well wanda tell me .... " his voice trailed off slowly. "have you been able to make yourself at home and become comfortable here?" he asked the infamous scarlet witch. he'd kept to himself in this place but he was not lost on the prosect of heroes and everything. he'd tangled with his own .... heroes. he'd been villain to some, he considered himself so much more. but is past experiences were what helped him to understand wanda.

@atimebomb ♥ for a starter from victor von doom for wanda maximoff

[shefatalesarch]

HE SAW THE NEWS AND EVERYTHING ELSE. it wasn't hard to put a few things together that in his time certain ... children left in care that was not his own were findng the means to their power. maybe he should have been there, but at the end of the day, he was no hero. he was the opposite certainly. to most people, except some of his own ... people. although not all of them agreed with his way of thinking either. "i think it's about time you found this place." his sanctuary, was a haven for someone like her now wasn't it. the former hero turned .... villain. much like her own father he supposed. "we should talk, wanda."

@atimebomb ♥ for a starter from erik lehnsherr for wanda maximoff

[thetricksterslove]

@atimebomb - Fandral  (moved from old sideblog)

“Oh, but I know you, Fandral the dashing,“ Sigyn said, her words dancing and her feet nearly as light as she darted around to step in his path. Decades had been spent searching for a way back to Asgard - but an Asgardian would suit just as well, particularly one who, at least in the years she’d known him, had been her husband’s friend. “Are you still sworn to help sweet damsels in distress? I’m hardly a damsel, but my tale is most distressing.“

[labwebs]

@atimebomb​’s Harry has to deal with two Peter Parkers

Peter’s blood ran cold when he saw the notification on his phone. Sure, most people wouldn’t have alerts on for a website that spent most of its time attacking them personally, but like it or not the Bugle was usually the fastest when it came to reporting strange and unusual goings-on in the city. Strange and unusual... like a man dressed in green and riding around on a hovering glider. Scanning quickly through the article, Peter got a decent idea of where he’d been spotted and then sprung into action. Current project tossed aside, he suited up.

Swinging through the city, a million possibilities ran through Peter’s mind. He’d been trying to keep an eye and ear out for this universes’ version of people that he’d either met or heard about during the whole multiverse debacle. True, he didn’t have much to go on apart from names but he hadn’t yet come across anyone with the last name Osborn who had a biotech company or anything similar. Dr. Octaivus had said that Norman had taken an experiment too far when working on government contracts. Surely something like that only happened once a company was more established, right? So how had he missed that? 

Landing softly on the roof of the abandoned warehouse (it was always an abandoned warehouse) that the Bugle had mentioned, Peter figured he would find out soon enough. A cold pit of dread formed in his stomach as he started his search. He knew this had to be someone else- someone different from the Norman Osborn that he’d accidentally brought to this universe before. But the Goblin... No, he had to keep his anger in check. This was someone else. Not who’d killed May. Not who he’d nearly torn to pieces. Man, he wished the other Peters were here with him now...

Elsewhere in the city- nearby but not close enough to have heard what was going on already- an older and slightly taller Peter Parker stirred and groaned. The shift between universes was never a particularly good feeling. Especially when coupled with a building suddenly being in the way of his swinging and not having enough time to avoid a direct collision with a brick wall. Shaking it off as best as he could, he shot a web up at the tallest nearby building. Best to get his bearings- see where he wound up in the city this time...

[erosoftitan]

Thanos! [@atimebomb ]

The redheaded Titan stared at his scattered reflection in the moving water of a fountain as dull music played. He was beyond bored. Eros was no stranger to opulent palaces and was usually quite flattered when people showed a covetous interest in him. But he was an Eternal, and therefore even without intense training he was quite strong, and he was an empath, and those who wanted his powers were vulnerable to them, and didn't think about how far they could go. So he was caught off guard and now he was stuck here. It wasn't like the accommodations weren't nice. But a gilded cage was still a cage, and this six-foot-one, 190-pound muscle-bound bird wanted out.

These people were magic users. They'd managed to trick him with a handshake, slicing the tip of his finger. Before it healed they got the drop of blood they needed to cast whatever spell they had developed for him, and he could no longer float the inch or so off the ground he often did. The cosmic energy throughout his body felt like it was being leached, funneled; it wasn't mind control, but was rather control over his pleasure powers specifically, like he was some kind of . . . toy.

He hated it when this happened.

And to top it off, the people who had taken him were leaders of an army. Without his normal Eternal physique and without control over his powers he didn't stand a chance and he didn't know who did.

Just then the music got his attention. He stood up and went to the source - a radio?

Yes. Eros immediately set about dissembling it, seeing what it was made out of and jury-rigging it to send instead of receive.

The only thing was that he wouldn't be able to change the frequency, so his message would land where it landed.

"Pardon the interruption," the voice would politely say in any radio tuned in to its frequency. "I am a civilian being held in the central palace of Duthos City on Latturnus five. Does anyone have a moment to give me a hand?"

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@atimebomb​​   →   peter (3) & harry (♡)

               ❝   shut   up,   you   did   not.   ❞      peter   grins,   head   shaking.      he   doesn’t   believe   harry,   NO   WAY.      ❝   proof   or   it   didn’t   happen.      anyone   can   just   SAY   they   did   it.      i   want   pics,   or   video,   or   eye   witnesses.      i   need   SOMETHING,   otherwise   you’re   lying.   ❞

[midtownshope-a]

⦀    ⦁    ❀        𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒    𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒    𝐎𝐅    𝐆𝐖𝐄𝐍    &    𝐌𝐉.

ft.    @atimebomb

[penguinpositivity]

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