#threads: apocalypse

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@mistcken

"-- Oh yeah, about that money? Look, could you come back next week for it? The wife's really been on me about some stuff lately, and - I mean, you know how it is. So anyways, you guys know I'm good for it and I'll DEFINITELY get you next time. "

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@wintercosmickillsx liked for a starter from Apocalypse

"Sinister. How unexpected. "

In the grand scheme of things the knowledge and gifts that he had bestowed upon Nathaniel Essex had been grand and world changing - had been everything he'd promised and that the scientist had wanted. The treacherous little wretch. It still stung deeply - he had put faith in the man as puppet - and betrayal was what he received in turn.

The sheer willpower it took not to brutalize the man in this moment, until his eyes and diamonds weren't the only thing red about about him, was truly astonishing.

"You are exhausting." His eyes narrow, "But - you are no fool." It takes two steps for him to be looming over his own errant creation. "- and as much as it irks me, you are a prime example of my teachings. Impossible to extinguish no matter how the exterminator may try."

"I'll give you audience. " His head cants, ever so slightly, to the side, "I'm feeling kind today - let's see if it's a lesson I've accepted in error. Speak, one of the things of which you're best..." He lowers himself, becomes level with Sinister. " - Before I decide to make good on the vow I promised to you. "

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@defyxoblivion liked for a starter from Apocalypse!

“I will never apologize for the harshness in my lessons - I have, however, been recently convinced that my methods and expectations were, perhaps, somewhat unfair.”

It definitely wasn't an apology - no, he didn't believe he had anything to apologize for. Even in being unfair or cruel? His lessons were still taught and made gospel even if they hindered the potential of others. Weeding out the weak. But survival of the fittest wasn't as black and white as he'd found himself previously believing.

It was never that he had looked down upon Saal - or rather , he had. But it wasn't because of who Saal was. He had become a strong, intelligent man - everything that En Sabah Nur could have hoped his son could be. It was in what he believed to be the man's glaring weakness. His kind and peaceful nature - something that he had weed out of himself long ago.

The concept wasn't foreign to him - in fact it was what he had dreamed and strived for a time. Lessons he learned during his many years.

"But-"

A massive hand is offered - an offering of something that had previously felt so malignant to him - peace - acceptance. A symbolic act - he wants to accept him for who he is. Not just the parts of himself he sees in him. It still left a strange taste in his mouth and it left him feeling wholly uncertain. It still felt like weakness - but if he had shown this hand to others? It only seemed fair to give the same to his own flesh and blood.

"-Perhaps you could explain things to me from your perspective - and I'll listen without predetermined notion. If you have time to walk with me, of course. "

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@drculs

"Count Dracula. "

It took a special sort to cause the warlord to hesitate - and Vlad Dracul was one of them. It seemed forced subservience was something that Nur was keen to not experience again. The role of a dog didn't suit him.

He'd been reborn in body since then - most recently blessed by the the Five of Krakoa before their nations fall - so the impurity of the vampire's influence failed to taint his blood any longer. His rejuvenation chamber having provided ample aid before then.

But the rage that had filled him from the moment it happened? That had been festering for over a century and made more virulent when the vampire had disrespected him. Tit for tat - but it didn't mean that he need take it in stride.

"How disappointing to know that I failed to cull you like the vermin you are. " His head cants to the side ever so slightly, "I'll be sure to make no such error again." What's the saying? Third time's the charm?

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@wintercosmickillsx asked:

❛  i've been a good boy today. ❜ (for Apocalypse from this asshole)

He knows he's lying, and knows that Apocalypse knows he's lying.

Dom /Sub Sentence Starters

The movement is slow and menacing despite it being nothing more than the turn of his head. There's something unnerving in the way those crimson eyes gaze at Sinister - almost as though he's looking through him. Lies, especially from the mouth of this devious little brat, were unacceptable.

"Odd, I don't believe I heard you correctly..." It was probably easy to forget how quickly he actually moved for a man of his immense size. It's nearly like being hit by a tidal wave - he's rushing into Sinister, his massive hand catching around his throat to thrust him harshly into the nearest wall. He holds him in place - thumb and forefingers curling into a makeshift collar. He scrutinizes his features for a moment. Then? He leans in, uncomfortably close - almost nose to nose. It's easy to tell he's still calm - for however much that's worth. "--You've been a what?" There's a threat beneath his words.

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@drculs asked "places a gentle kiss upon his cheek — apocalypse ."

To the eyes of someone who, perhaps, knew the tyrant a fair amount less intimately? It would have seemed as though a wave of irritation had crossed those harshened features. But it was no doubt that the other immortal knew better - it was in the way those deep red eyes do not harshen or blaze with rage and the way those dead blue lips do not deepen their scowl.

A massive hand raises to touch against the other man's face and, with a surprising gentleness, hold the Lord of Vampires in place. A tilt of his head and blue lips capture his - gentle - or at least as gentle as Nur could muster. When the embrace breaks, there's a satisfied curl of his lips - still close and keeping the other at a hold.

"-was there something you needed?"

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dracula vc @ apocalypse: kys!!! 😍

"Who the Hell gave you my number?"

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@screentones liked for a starter from Apocalypse

It wasn't that he was unaware of Evan - it wasn't that he had witnessed the rise of so many others under the banner of his name. Children, horsemen, clones - but there was something undeniably different about this one.

There was great power that radiated from him - but not the power that came in being of En Sabah Nur. Evan's power thrummed with a wholly different frequency. But one that was familiar to the warlord - perhaps it was hard to recall fully why - but he'd get there.

"Hm."

His steps - slow, heavy, and even - follow around the much smaller mutant-child in a short circle. Eyes of hellfire gazing harshly with the unwavering heft of judgment behind them.

"Even with such different circumstances - without the shaping I received and the harsh lessons branded through many millenia... you hold something great within you. A strength that is all of your own." Dark blue lips part in what appears, though it is not, to be an aggressive smile. The memory has fallen in place. "Impressive. ... I recognize it even now - so very long after you tried to save me from my own shaping."