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[doomtorious]

[doomtorious]

Hum of amusement left his lips, insolence, ignorance, very amusing. "I could help you," he corrected, "but your attitude speaks volumes --your tiny mind could barely comprehend the esoteric knowledge entombed in the books of Doom,” metal crunching as his fists clenched, hollow tin-can aches from accusatory finger, “you know nothing of the cost of knowledge."

FUNNY, this was the same response she got when she had asked a friend if she could CRASH on their couch for just a week. The immediate declination is not encouraging, but she pushes nonetheless: "I know you can't help me, but your BOOKS might. I'd like to see your library."

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@overclocks // liked.

"It is too late," immense power, immense heat, a machine, there was always a machine -- and in some respects, the discoveries were to be admired, the craftsmanship, the machine was never just a machine with Dr Doom -- it was a work of art, his Sistine Chapel, entombed in runes, metals infused with properties out-with the periodic table, pure alchemy, from nothing came something and it was all him.

"I seek council with beings beyond your comprehension. You cannot stop me."

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@dxsole // cont.

Yes. It would appear he was filled with rage at the mere existence of this blemish on reality. Some woeful personality that stumbled upon greatness, who was too foolish to understand what he held in his hands. Power and sciences he had mastered when he was merely a boy. And he dares to reduce him to mister.

Like tin-cans, crushed under intense weight, metal crinkled and shifted to, all too quickly, grasped the scientests' neck -- he shouldn't have been able to do that, shouldn't have been able to grab that which does not exist. Man between the worlds, Doom saw him for what he was -- pathetic, weak. Frequencies, strings, singing their songs -- all you had to do was make sense of the indiscernible, bend reality to your will, no biggie. All he wanted to do was apply some pressure, to the mistake before him, and it only took a fraction of his power -- still, more than should have been exerted to simply grab someone by the throat.

"You know not who you address, with such abandon," calm, measured, despite the vice grip, "I am Doctor Doom. You may weave between realities, but I have torn it down, and built it in my own image. I was a man, once, but I cast the shackles of this body -- and became the God-King of forgotten lands, you know not who you address because I decree it -- rotten fool, what did I do to you to earn such disrespect, such ire, from a man who I could shred like paper?"

[doomtorious]

“You misunderstand my intent, wilfully I presume,” the witch before him was avoidant, to eager to focus on him, and his perceived villainous intent.

“I think you lie, Wanda Maximof. I see only half your face. I see only the good you have forced to the surface." Servant came to his side, his head tilted, muted whispers. He allowed the silence to sit for a moment. Then he addressed the servant: "have him killed."

His attention turned back to Wanda, mad eyes peering out shimmering armour. "What lies beneath, I wonder, what power grips your everlasting soul? Could you do what needed to be done, should I try to rip it from your still-beating heart?” Relaxed back in his chair, "your parlour tricks are of no use if you are asleep at the wheel. You squander what you have."

“Oh, do we really believe it’s a good idea to start on how one is stitched together?”

A wave of her hand, not entirely irritated yet. What else was one to expect from Doom. “Please. I’ve not hidden who I am in a long time, and I’m not expecting any profound messages from you. But if you’ve got a monologue all planned, please, be my guest. I’d hate to deprive you of the pleasure of your own voice.”

[doomtorious]

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together. logan!

meme // accepting.

It was embarrassing. Degrading. Not the first time he had been imprisoned like this, still, to lose, to be placed in cuffs, removed from his armour, to be vulnerable, to be breakable, it put him on edge. Something his cellmate couldn't understand.

"Stop that." Quiet, listless, removed from his usual animated self. He was licking his wounds, after all, lying down on the bunk, broken springs and dubious stains. "Such an irritating little man."

[doomtorious]

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

meme // accepting.

"And yet here you stand, for even my enemies understand there is not an intellect to rival that of mine." Dramatic turn, pointed finger, "I shall aid you, Johnny Storm, but not until you KNEEL before DOOM!"

[doomtorious]

u better watch out : )

dear diary. today i fucked up.

[doomtorious]

@nonempyreal // liked.

"This is a cold and indifferent universe we reside in. Why would you think me any different?" A pause, a moment, "you will not find what you're looking for here."

[doomtorious]

@dusktrip // liked.

The castle was quaking, his lands smouldering, and still he cried: "this is not the end for Doom! Breach that door and it shall spell your demise!"

[doomtorious]

@iobartach // liked.

Cast your eyes to neon future, picture the year 2099 -- for lesser minds, this place would have been incomprehensible. For a moment, Doom stumbled, atoms stitching together, body becoming tangible once more, electricity sparked through his brilliant mind as it came back to life, as the flesh and the meat all began to work again, coming alive like a sputtering engine.

He was not alone, on that rooftop, staring at garish city-scape.

"You knew of my arrival," Doom announced, finally, after a few moments, "speak of how you obtained this knowledge."

[doomtorious]

"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

[doomtorious]

btw I am a busy bee tonight but if uv liked or sent me memes or I’m due u a reply they are on their way that is a Guarantee

[doomtorious]

@writteninscarlet // liked.

"How long have you been stitched together with hexes?" Pensive stare, piercing dark eyes beyond proud brow of his mask, "I see you for what you are, witch."

[doomtorious]

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party (with bucky)

meme // accepting.

"Halt!" He had demanded, in the chaos, in the madness, "what master do you serve?"

But it was too late, the walls were already caving in, they were already here. Falling rubble, he grabbed his broomhandle -- these fools weren't worth his magic -- he fired off a couple of lucky shots, bullets ricocheted around rib cages, two bodies on the floor. Bullets bounced off his armour, tore his regal robes, he boosted his boots, a sharp exhale of fuel from his boots, forearm crushing the skull of another faceless enemy.

The castle walls were shattering, shaking against the weight of something. Men, like ants in their mound of dirt, flooded the tight hallway. Strong hands clasped around windpipe, and he pulled until he felt it disconnect, all the while firing his side-arm down the hall. That rumbling, bricks and mortar pulled apart, something more in the mess of noise, something bellowing.

Perhaps the mauser was too low-key.

With a thought, a flick of the wrist, small nozzle fell from his wrist, spark ignited, and he held his arm out. Heat. Flames. Burning and screaming. It bought them some time.

"I know you," yes -- of course, he couldn't see him right in the dark. "Winter soldier." Regarded the other for a moment, that thing down the hall rumbled and groaned, "what awaits us is perilous and may result in our imminent death."

Arms of eldritch terror clawed along the wall, creature summoned by mad wizard, something to ensure their demise, a trap within a trap.

"We have no option: work together, or perish!"

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@positivelybeastly // liked.

The table went on forever, stacked with food. Beef, deer, an entire pig, apple in it's mouth, at the end of it, Doom. "It is no easy feat, to get past all my security measures. You must be hungry. Please. Sit down, eat."

[doomtorious]

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

bad day // accepting.

In acts of war, sometimes, one must be patient. He would wait, patiently, plot destruction. His generals would gather in their masses, rally before dawn, he was sure of it. So what was there left to do, but wait.

This place was hot. Could feel the sweat in his hair, even though it was night. He had always ran cold. Couldn't stand the heat, when he was a boy. Now, he was more than willing to stew in his spite for a while. Lick his wounds. Doom would not allow himself to feel defeat for long.

"What will you do," asked in contemplation from the shadows, crouched in the corner, examining the night sky out the bars, "when we are free?" It was inevitable, he knew her to be a formidable mutant, even if she was simply a pilot fish, who would reap the spoils of his imminent escape.

"You will make right the circumstance behind your capture, no doubt, but what will you do once you are free of that, hm?" Stood tall, in the pale moonlight, "when your soul is at rest, what will you do?"