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[notmrfantastic]

notmrfantastic:

“Oh, that story.” Reed tipped the cup up and drained half of it. “Ok, so. I’m not from here. Not this world’s Reed, which I think you already figured out. On my world, I’m kind of a fuck up. Well, turns out I’m a fuck up on a lot of worlds, but in mine…” He paused to look into his own cup. “I lost Sue, and Ben… and Sue’s brother. The accident that gave us our powers in so many worlds, just killed them. So, I don’t have that buffer between me and fucking up. I was doing an experiment with the Space Gem, trying to figure out a way to get rid of a bigger badder, and I ended up just making myself… spacially unstable. I kind of… pop in and out of worlds. I never know how long I will be anywhere.”

@theimperiusrex

“So you failed them”

Namor’s voice was growing more slurred and almost sleepy. He wasn’t upset. How many multiverses had he traveled? Too many to count and he had seen Sue and the others die again and again. It numbed him to the fact that they could die. Also the drink had really mellowed him out. He looked over at the man who wasn’t from here taking in his appearance, and then Namor snorted befoe quietly saying.

“I guess that is something we have in common. Come on Reed who is not Reed from here. Let us go for a walk. Or you will have to drag me out of here. I could use the sea breeze to clear my thoughts. What do you say?”

Namor needed sleep but he didn’t want it. He knew what nightmares would come when he closed his eyes.

Reed twitched, getting a sour look when Namor accused him of failing. Some things were consistent in all the Reeds. Still, he didn’t argue, and instead just shrugged. “I didn’t succeed, so there is that...” 

He rose when Namor suggested the walk, nodding. He waited until they were outside to glance as Namor and ask, “Who did you fail?”

[badspeeder]

@rurounidrift Blurr doesn't know exactly how to explain it. His optic flickered and he rest his chin in his claw. :: I get to kill people. I get to hold a debt on Ratchet for any favor whenever I need. :: And? And... he vented. :: And it's the right thing to do. ::

[forgottenstrategy-blog]

@ask-fire-emblem-olivia answered:

Olivia shook her head, panicking and clinging to a handkerchief she found under her desk. “I-I-I don’t know! I think Miriel w-was trying out a new spell and it misfired when I went outside m-my tent!” Olivia said, quickly tying the handkerchief around her now-tiny body. “My clothes d-didn’t shrink with me, a-as you probably saw…” Olivia mumbled, her face turning red.

Elysia was glad that Olivia had found an improvised covering, if only to spare the dancer the embarrassment. "Ahh... that's certainly a possibility." She wondered why Miriel would be practicing this sort of spell.She reached down and gently picked up Olivia in her hands, lifting her back onto her desk. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're all right."

[charismatickinslayer]

@tribredguardian

“A Drider? Hm, no, I don’t think I have. I’ve not come across any illustrations of them. I’m assuming since you mentioned ‘arachnaphobia’, they’re some type of spider creature?”

“Some type of, yes.” Reaching up to the pumpkin dangling from his horn, Malek retrieved a piece of candy, chewing it thoughtfully before continuing. “You are familiar with Elves, yes? Among them, there is a sub-race known as the Drow: the dark Elves. They are, as a whole, rather unpleasant. They owe their allegiance to a nasty sort of god, the spider queen, Lolth. Not pleasant business. If a Drow displeases Lolth, or at the least one of her equally unsavory priestesses, they may be transformed into a Drider: An abomination fusing a Drow torso with the lower body of a massive arachnid.”

[mybikeasmypride]

lost child

@theturkleader

The boy was running as fast as his short legs could carry him, skidding around corners and dashing through alleyways. He could hear his persuers thundering along after him. He didn’t know why they were chasing him, but he know they were going to harm him if they caught him, so he kept running.

He made several quick turns, which put a safer amount of distance between him and them. As he turned another corner he slammed into a man. He fell backwards with a startled cry. Looking up at the man, two thoughts raced through his mind. ‘He could help,’ and 'He’s one of them.’ Thinking quickly, he prepared himself to knock the man legs out from under him at the first sign of danger.

“They’re after me! I don’t know where I am! Please, help!”

The hurried, light-footed padding of feet was the only warning Alvis received before something small smacked into his side. He stared down at the kid and he immediately saw fear, hope, and distrust flicker through those round, dark eyes. The kid’s face was flushed and his breathy fast and shallow. He’d been running, no doubt from something.

Suspicions confirmed when the kid pleased for his help. His ears picked up the sounds of other rushed footsteps heading their way. The biker reached down and grabbed the kid’s hand, pulling him up before guiding him away from his pursuers. “How many, and are they armed?” he asked. 

[notyourlark]

vodomnir

Raiding ancient tombs had become somewhat of a common thing really, Vodomnir could no longer find it in him to be upset over it. Wandering explorers and curious mages had become more of an annoyance than an outright threat. The problem lied in keeping his little group safe. He understood full well how many of them adored getting rowdy with the living.

Although he did everything in his power to keep them in line, some of them ultimately disobeyed his commands. This was one of those times.

It started simple enough, really. A curious explorer had come into their barrow– no doubt they sought something. Although this one did have sticky fingers. Of course, one of the Draugr caught wind of it.. and they certainly would have none of that. Tensions had grown high.. and here he was again. Attempting to defuse a rather volatile situation.

The Dragonpriest growled at the Draugur, in an exchange of some very angry dovahzul. Vodomnir’s hands raised. He wouldalways have the last word, and they all knew it. They knew and respected that… But should the situation escalate, his words would not matter much.

“My dear, you are free to take what you wish. I have no qualms with it… however, I would request that you leave.”

This was most definitely not going well. The map she had been working with was inexact, a crude translation from the old Nordic, but it was all she had to work with. She was supposed to be looking for a a book, but ‘inscription’ may well have been the original verbiage. Besides that, there were surely no shortage of other errors. She may very well have been delving into this ruin only to be informed that which she sought was in another barrow halfway across Skyrim. But it was a lead.

All of these potential problems were variables she had accounted for. What she had not expected was encountering so much resistance. The last word on this place had been that the undead within were at war. Only, whatever conflict was supposed to be occurring had either concluded or never happened in the first place. If anything, these creatures seemed to be more organized than most.

She had been prepared to vanish on the spot when he arrived. Dueling with the undead was a waste of ammunition she would have preferred to avoid, and this offering was more than agreeable to her. Except, well, she still needed the book. And now, on top of that, her curiosity was piqued.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever met a corpse so amiable,” she joked cautiously, tone not betraying her racing heart, nor her readiness to fade into invisibility if the need presented itself once more. “Pardon me if that gives offense. I do mean it as a compliment.”