I'm always thinking about this idiot
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@already-know-this-story said: Something tells me Scourge would have more than 39 ppl tho
If it's in the 39 ppl range, the message is probably more like "gm wifey" and half the people in it are dudes.
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Scourge would do this, except not leave the gc.
He might not realize it wasn't sent separately.
He might not even stop to think it was a big deal
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I have missed a lot of dynamics on here but right now I want to say I love those two
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"...finally, some friggin' appreciation." It's never easy to tell when his tone is sarcastic or entirely sincere.
You can feel the pointed eye contact even through the mask as she just hits the play button.
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"Every day I travel this great big multiverse, and I could destroy any given planet. It's in my fuckin' wheelhouse, I could handle it easy. But I don't do it. And I feel like I don't get thanked enough for it."
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Not a full person. A shell, a husk of a person, the cast-off excesses and impurities of the real deal in the prime world, an inhabitant of a mirror world that does not stand on its own. Cursed from before the moment of conception, doomed by fate to only imitate and never act of his own accord. The king of shit.
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@fstbmp asked: AH, you've read MY inspiration <3 KJLBASJKHDVSABJK
I've spent the morning imagining Al Ewing's Immortal Sonic ghfdjkg
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Reading Immortal Hulk and realizing the regenerative body horror (Mirth inspired I readily admit) I have him do is very similar to a certain green brute.
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@fstbmp asked:
"I hope the royal majesty does not require appointments for an audience." It's said after a pillar of flame had crashed down in the room, revealing the God-Emperor within with a snap of fingers dispelling the fire.
"You are surprisingly hard to track down, for one that so readily came to me. I wish to repay my debt for injuring you so wantonly, so I came to speak of what I could do to make such grievances right."
(Me suddenly in your inbox with a gun: your move missile)
"Gah, sweet frickin' Anarchy-" Sol's sudden manifestation nearly sends the speedster tumbling onto their backside as they pop into the castle with that miniature inferno. Scrambling back into some degree of composure, Scourge blinks as he takes a moment to actually process these words through the shock of the
The injury to his ego stings far worse than the long-since healed burns at this point, and there is an inclination, an impulse, that makes him want to lash out over the reminder of that humiliation - but that memory gives him just as much reason to hold that back, and their acknowledgement of his title smooths things over. "...first thing you can do is maybe give a guy like a minute's notice before ya show up from outta nowhere like that."
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Contrary to the expectations of the public, he's alive. Though he is in a "damn bitch, you live like this?" state of being. This castle is a wreck.
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"Where the hell are you? Pick up the phone. Hello, Scourge? Pick up!"
"Hold on, hold on. Sorry, one sec. What?"
"I've been trying to reach you. Where's your drop phone?"
"I've been busy."
"Clear your social calendar. We have to cook."
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"Legendary fumbler. His ass does not appreciate quality."
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Somehow, allowed in the kitchen. Hubby privileges.
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...what if his singing vc was Christian Borle?
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Apologies for the massive activity drop - Scourge muse is taking a nap but I'm hoping to get back to writing him soon. I have a plan for April Fool's Day that I'm still going to commit to though.
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@pompedia said: but no i don't wanna tread on toes or anything DFHDHSDFHSDFH like to me that is Y'ALL's thing?? Yknow??
Don't worry, every copy of Scourgamy is personalized!
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