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Frowning at the rude tone of the boy, Lena awkwardly crosses her arms over the accelerator, the woman huffs.

"There's no need to be so pissy 'bout it, it's a genuine question. Technology is pretty amazin', but nowhere near enough to do thaaa..."

Her eyes widen as she trails off, having suddenly realized something. Perhaps the chronal accelerator had glitched? Sometimes it was very subtle, and now that she thinks about it, Lena has no idea where she is. She stares down at her chest, then looks back to the stranger.

"What year is it?"

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“Bloody hell,” Tracer breathes, hazel eyes glancing over the man’s legs one more time before looking to his face. “Sorry, luv, it’s just… is that a costume? Like, that’s wicked, I’m just blown away.”

Lena had seen quite and experienced a few odd things, and until just now, a genetically-modified gorilla from the moon had been at the top. But Winston had been shunted down to #2, thanks to this stranger.

Her first thought was a well done costume, but his legs just had to be prosthetics. They moved too nicely to be a mere leg cover, and were too small to be that, too.

The dracopire pursed his lips.

“A costume. Close. I had all this surgically grafted from a real-life purple lizard. Do show some intelligence, won’t you? Obviously this is not a costume.”

She smelled odd. His nose twitched at the scent.

“Shall I ask if those are your real eyes?”

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been ages since i've been on my tumblr

website's changed a bit!

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"Bloody hell," Tracer breathes, hazel eyes glancing over the man's legs one more time before looking to his face. "Sorry, luv, it's just... is that a costume? Like, that's wicked, I'm just blown away."

Lena had seen quite and experienced a few odd things, and until just now, a genetically-modified gorilla from the moon had been at the top. But Winston had been shunted down to #2, thanks to this stranger.

Her first thought was a well done costume, but his legs just had to be prosthetics. They moved too nicely to be a mere leg cover, and were too small to be that, too.

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He was used to being stared at. He did pretty much have that kind of abnormal form that seemed to rivet everyone’s eyes to him. Dracopires were pretty rare, after all; he and his father were the only two he knew of. So stares were fairly common, didn’t bother him much anymore

Unless the other person got too close.

“You’ll cut that fancy eyegear if you get any closer to my scales, miss.”

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guess whos back

back again

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Do you get hyperactive from caffeine?

very! i actually try my best to avoid it, i get all jittery and annoying#ic; tracer talks, #mainverse;, #anonymous, #headcanons

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*puts a rubber ducky on your head*

quacks at anon#ic; tracer talks, #mainverse;, #anonymous, #((i have 2 other asks apparently, #((i had no idea thanks to the shit tumblr app

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fun stuff would be this blog but work is stressing me and i feel like everything i write sucks right now

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semihiatus

very stressed feeling like i cant write

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I can’t imagine that one day, children will learn about video games and iPhones in history class.

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Reblog if you RP using Discord

Message me if you’d like my username.

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       A  LA  MORT ::  hey  !!  my name is bacon  —  & i would love you if you LIKED & REBLOGGED if you would want to interact with a revamped widowmaker from blizzard’s overwatch, written by what is most likely the most pathetic memer you will ever meet, since these seem to go around fastest — it’ll be a trip yo B) ;) ;* previously :: @fluerfanee-archived !! 

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heya!

i was asked to help my boss with a convention last-minute, which is why replies haven’t been done. really sorry, guys! i’m not gonna be home until monday, MAYBE sunday if we rush.

if you’re out at Tekko, come say hi!! i’m working at the huge steampunk booth that has only 2 people. (i’m the tiny blonde.)

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heya!

i was asked to help my boss with a convention last-minute, which is why replies haven’t been done. really sorry, guys! i’m not gonna be home until monday, MAYBE sunday if we rush.

if you’re out at Tekko, come say hi!! i’m working at the huge steampunk booth that has only 2 people. (i’m the tiny blonde.)

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heya!

i was asked to help my boss with a convention last-minute, which is why replies haven't been done. really sorry, guys! i'm not gonna be home until monday, MAYBE sunday if we rush.

if you're out at Tekko, come say hi!! i'm working at the huge steampunk booth that has only 2 people. (i'm the tiny blonde.)

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          In all honesty, this was probably the first time Noctus was actually glad to see the cops and look one in the face, but there was no way he’d miss that annoyed glare. The number of people that grumbled at him and snarled behind his back?

… Oh well, this was a new world where he had to worry about snipers instead of bullies and wannabe-heroes.

“Erm, yeah, my name’s Noctus.” The edgy-looking boy repeated the British, precious cinnamon roll. “So um, let me apologize for the uproar of phonecalls I may of caused when my experiment went awry. Long story short, I tried to use a type of magic I never used in over a decade and… yeah, ended up being thrown from my home and into Earth. No, i’m still human but… just residing in another Earth-like planet.” Noctus took a pause, he needed a breather, and wish he knew why he was so light headed.

“I can atleast promise if I get my hands on some clock-making tools and some spare watch hands, I can repair what I got and return home quickly, quietly and peacefully.”

“So… wanna help a stranded boy out?”

When the inter-dimensional traveler begins speaking to the police officer, he pulls out a notepad, writing down the synopsis of what he’s being told. He gives Noctus an unbelieving look when he mentions magic, but otherwise doesn’t seem to react to anything he says.

“Now,” the officer says gruffly, “You’re gonna have to stick around here a while. Can’t just drop in and leave like that, kid. Especially since your clocky doodad- whatever you said it was- makes me think that some people are experimentin’ again, when they shouldn’t be.” He makes a note of shooting an angry glance at Tracer, who merely grins and waves.

Stuffing the paper pad back in his pocket, he continues. “So, you’re gonna be here for a while, mate. Hope you got somewhere to stay while we figure your mess out and make sure Overwatch isn’t up t’anything; you’re lucky you’re not sleepin’ here.”

“Chronomancy is confusing...”

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         Remnant, this is my goodbye. More like a good riddance, really. No, seriously, fuck off Remnant, you have nothing to this lovely place.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine, I met much worse in my past travels.” Reassurance given to the hyperactive Brit, he sat next to her and… yeah he still blushed.

“I guess I… owe you for welcoming me here with somewhat-open arms, so erm… gimme a sec.” Noctus took out a flask-like item from under his flank-cape, uncapping it and drinking from it, letting a few gulps get down before setting it back down and just holding it. Of course, since it was rootbeer, a quick burp followed by a quick ‘Oh, ‘xcuse me’ to escape his barely open maw.

“So, Remnant, a place I called home for… what I believe to be 21 years. Full of fairytale-related heroes and monsters, and weapons that you wouldn’t believe could be turned into a gun and be used against the massing, monstrous hordes. Honestly, if you can name the item in question, it was probably turned into a weapon. If you can name the fairytale character, we probably have that stereotype there. If you have any questions… well, you can ask them if you think we’re in a good place for them cause… I’ll have quite a bit to explain, will I?”

“Aw, thanks, hun. And ya don’t need to tell me everything at once, you know.” She doesn’t, however, stop the man from readying to give her the rundown on his home dimension; Lena only holds back a snicker at his belch before sitting on her hands to make herself stop fidgeting so much.

Listening closely, she hums for a second, then speaks.

“Well then! I dunno if this is really the best place t’be asking those questions, so maybe when we’re done here-”

At that moment, an officer comes over and taps Tracer on the shoulder, giving Noctus an annoyed glare, but quickly masking it. “Ms. Oxton, you said you had a friend that needed to tell us something?” 

She squeaks in surprise, turning to look up at the man. “Oh, yeah! Noctus, can you chat with’m for a bit, let them know what all is going on from your end? I’d probably get everything mixed up, heh.” The cop lets out a loud sigh, folding his arms and watching Noctus.

“Chronomancy is confusing...”

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... have i accidentally slipped into another timeline again? is the world run by birds, and not humans? that sounds so cool.

well i don't even really know myself. i just know it's a young kid's show and the artstyle disturbs me a bit.

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wait. why are you measurin’ in bird years??

Because I’m a bird?

…Showing me a picture of the character doesn’t give me a good grasp of the show itself. But for the record, it looks like two-year-old human garbage.