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THAT 10 YEARS LATER MEME D:
Okay, officially? I love this meme to death. I know that some of you have been doing amazing creative things like writing fic and drawing things---I've seen a bunch of it on my flist already.
SO. Can we make this a post to collect all these amazing multiverse things we've been doing? I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING.



SO. Can we make this a post to collect all these amazing multiverse things we've been doing? I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING.



Re: LOL FOUR AM WHAT /doesn't bother to proof read
BUT TEDDY CAN'T HELP BUT STILL WANT TO TRY AND FIX HER
SHE IS STILL THAT BROKEN GIRL WHOSE LEGS AND ARMS HE BROKE TRYING TO MAKE HER STRONGER ;A;
sob i love it too rikos going to burn me in effigy orz kah;sfkalwhefabad
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riko please don't kill us. BILLY HAS TO BE THE GOOD WITCH.
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Nico kissed the top of his head as she passed, not surprised when she didn't feel any warmth coming off his skin. When he shut down, now, he really shut down. There was nothing there, and that terrified her. He forgot words, sometimes. He could communicate with any security system the government could churn out to stop them, but he was slower to put expressions to emotions and divine their meaning.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax, and choked on a sob instead. The air inside the apartment tasted like rust; Tommy had come in a bloody, twisted up mess of muscle the night before and it'd taken too many magic words and prayers to put him back together. She still had little dark crescents of his blood under her nails. She needed to clean herself---needed sleep---needed a shower---just---just needed.
Nico didn't have to give up any blood anymore to make it work---didn't need to call the staff or say any words. She had long since gotten to the point of mastery where it was just breathing and concentration, pulling and pushing against what was inside her and around her and beneath her.
"E.T. go home," she said, because the words matched the notion closely enough to mesh into a spell. Concentrate, pull, and release; the room fizzed and snapped with hectic red energy.
Victor didn't move, even as long arcs of red magic danced and crawled over his cold skin. His hunched body melted away, left in the apartment they'd been squatting in, and she had to blink her eyes against the light that swelled up to meet her.
She'd skipped time zones. It was seven a.m.---never knew how she knew that, but she always did now---and dawn spread a milky ambience over the clean little kitchen she'd ported into. Billy was leaning against the counter, eating dry toast and coffee. His hair was bleached out this month, so he looked just like his twin aside from the eyes.
Billy's eyes were so much older than Tommy's.
He smiled, gesturing with his crust.
"Toast? You look like you could use some."
Nico didn't bother with a hello or an explanation or even a request to be allowed into his little bubble of surreal calm. She just curled into him, thin arms around his chest, and started to cry.
Re: :[
...that is eerily consonant with how I see Vic living now.
/works harder on arts
Re: :[
/WAITS PATIENTLY ON ARTS