#realitieswarped

[raregcms]

@realitieswarped // from here

Teddy snorted a little laugh in his nose, shifting to wind his arm around Billy's shoulders. "Pretty sure it's in the 'witch-in-training' handbook. You start developing your phenomenal powers, you get a goth phase."

Yes, he was referencing The Craft, and yes, he was fully teasing Billy. It's one of his favorite pastimes.

[legion-transcendent]

@realitieswarped gets a Fantasy Verse starter.

   David has done his formal greeting. He stepped forwards. He bowed. He said the requisite pleasantries that are worth, quite frankly, jack shit. Then he moved back to his seat in the corner where he is expected to stay silent and just look like a prince. More ornament than person. Just as Emperor Charles Xavier likes it.

   One would think the hard part is over, that sitting in silence while bigger men and women do the work would be a simple thing. Well, it’s not. Not when your mind is almost always fine tuned to the emotions and thoughts of those around you, regardless of the spell binding your not insignificant power. Certainly not when raised voices put you on edge and the room is starting to feel too hot. Not when the lights are growing too bright, too blinding. Not when you want to tear off this too tight jacket and scream at everyone to shut up.

   David takes a breath, gaze dropping to his hands. They’re shaking. Shit, this is getting bad. He tries to focus on his breathing, on calming the beat of his heart, but it’s never that easy.

   Not here. Not now. I can’t embarrass father.

   But we’re already an embarrassment. He hates us. You know this.

   This is too important. … It’s our first time leaving Krakoa. It has to be perfect.

   It can’t be perfect! We can’t be perfect! … Let me drive for a bit. It’ll be fine.

   “No,” he hisses under his breath, hands clenching.

   Why is that guy staring at us?

   David raises his head, eyes locking with another prince’s. Prince William of the House of M. Queen Wanda’s son. This probably doesn’t look good.

[ogalactus]

@realitieswarped speaks : "Oh dear," he crouches down in front of the cosmic ... Frog, red cape pooling around him on the floor. "Need some help?"

another mortal dares to approach galactus in such a fragile state !! no squeak of warning is made this time, however, but instead a very harsh expression directed up to the ... ah, a sorcerer ! surely he would possess the ability to break this shameful spell. not a second is spared as they hop closer with a terrible attempt at a nod & brief squeak of agreement.

[halfterra]

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billy poses an excellent question, and excellent questions are, at the very least, worthy of half-decent answers. too bad the only one quill can give is lousy at best, and blatant equivocation at worst. "it's a ... soft yes." a work in progress, is what he means to say, but can't quite admit that he's so-far lacking in the plan department. his arms swing back-and-forth, palm smashing into his fist as those hardworking cogs in his brain try their best to produce even the slightest of opportune thoughts. look, it's not like he's incompetent; it's just that in order to put the whole "mysterious gem" puzzle together, he must first obtain all the pieces. ya'know, start with the corners & edges, and then work your way inside. elementary-level problem solving, stuff that should be easy - but is beginning to feel like hard work. "we found this -" the sentence trails off, and he lets it, one hand rifling through his trouser pocket to produce a thin, geometrical piece of metal. so small it might have gotten lost in the lining, if not for the fact that it audibly crackled with continued, tinny static. the device springs to life with a mere click - and the two are suddenly bathed in a lambent, red diagram, patterned by all manner of elaborate tracery. hundreds of planets, maybe thousands, accompanied by splendid little boxes all displaying information in a language peter wasn't sure he could read at this size. the image flickers, once, like a old film reel jumping at the end of its presentation and then, abruptly, switches off. darkness yet again. blink and you'd miss it. "'cept, as you can see, broken." pile of crap, complete waste of my time. the poor star-map is swiftly disposed of, sentenced to the floor to live out the rest of its sorry days with peter's dirty socks and rusty wrenches. he doesn't speak, for once, but the frustration is there. retrieving that goddman thing from hala was a nightmare. (suppose, that's what you get for being from the central world of the kree empire. stupid flarking map). peter shelves this particular blunder for another day. no plan and faulty loot? - his ego's taking quite the bruising. ah, on the topic of bruising, billy's swirly blue glitter circles. healing magic? they say curiousity killed the cat, and this cat's got a taste for the execution. call him nosy, he can't help it - the only flavour of wizardry that he's ever been exposed to was in the form of his good ol' buddy adam warlock, and god knows him and billy couldn't be more different if they tried.* *for a start, one of them might actually be a warlock and not just a dude with lasers for hands. "say, there's not like a - i don't know, just testing the waters here - magic way we could find the gem, is there?" the legendary outlaw has hit a tactical brick wall. so much for "master strategist" ...

[castsrunes]

“do i know you?” (maybe my comics 616 billy meeting agatha? He wouldn't know her, or at the very least this version of her) / @realitieswarped

SAPPHIRE HUES LOOK the other over, head cocked to the side. there was something strikingly familiar about him. an ache settled beneath her breast bone as she looked him over. “ i'm not certain you do, though there is something familiar about you. perhaps in some other life. ”

[invulnerablextouch]

[ LINDEN ]sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .

Rogue winced as she tried to sit up a little straighter to properly address the one person who seemed reluctant to leave her bedside. "You don't gotta worry 'bout me, Billy. I've taken harder hits. No big deal."

[kyberled]

❛ You’re a long way from home. I’m a long way from home too. ❜

That feels like an understatement. A long way from home. 

“Yeah, I certainly am.” He manages a smile. He leans forward and braces his elbows on his knees. A breath in, hold, and out. It's more of a sigh than an exhale, but not quite either one. He bunches the fabric of his sleeves in his hands, then lets go. 

“If I can be completely honest, I’m not even sure what galaxy I’m in. Everything feels so- different.” He frowns. The Force was confused. It was almost like it was as disoriented as he was. Twisting, swirling, oozing over him like some sort of dizzy molasses. The frown turns into a grimace and he shakes his head to dispel the sensation. It sort of works. 

“I don’t suppose you’d have any idea where we are? … Or how to get out of here, for that matter?”

[crimel0rd]

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ 「 LOST? 」 ❞ He didn't recognize this one. Still, a stranger around his operation no matter how small was a threat that could no go unattended. Gun is drawn and he places it between the other's eyes. ❝ 「 Run home, kiddo 」 ❞

@realitieswarped 𖦏 𝙎𝘾.