doomstarmagician

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“Speaking of throwing knives. Hah.” Ah, there was that odd twitch in the muscle of the puncture sight.

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Now who in tf said I’m the leader of weenie hut jr?? REVEAL YO SELF 🔫

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Do I go ahead and put my clown makeup on and do the intimidation poll or—

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“Mhmhmhm…”

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None of you are intimidating. Y’all have puff pastries for fists. With love, relax.

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“Ya can’t be afraid to swing on em. They touched you first. Call it self defense or something. Or better yet, hand them over to me. I’ll spaghetti-fy them in a black hole while I watch from the event horizon.”

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“Where is the shredded cheese?”

…

“Oh. Haha, it’s right there.”

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He’s playing Godzilla Domination on his Gameboy Advance that he was able to snag from the game shop not long ago.

Of course he mains King Ghidorah.

And maybe he’s humming Nova-B.

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Headcanon that Doomstar is eventually hunted by the humans he’s trying to help

Meme

He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. The sting of betrayal is never gentle, but in hindsight there is still merit in considering this outcome as a very real possibility. The magician had always been wary of humans - most of them, anyway. There were exceptions of course, always an exception, but he was never one to truly hide how he felt about them. But despite his guard always being up around them, he was no perfect being, and he had allowed the passage of time to erode those walls… he had allowed himself to open his heart, even if only a fraction.

But that pinhole’s width was all they needed to worm their way in. Now he was seeing the repercussions of extending the olive branch that he should have just burned long ago.

It was funny… how the world worked. As time marched on Doomstar found himself among the humans. Blending in, acting as they did, befriending some of them. He’d even allied himself with their cause for survival, once upon a time. He carried their battles, led others out of harm’s way, threw himself into sheer peril to spare a life that would last no longer than a mere blink to a being like him. But through it all, he had not minded.

Now, that wasn’t to say he was the most humane in the way he carried himself, or the ways he routed the enemy to keep fleeting lives safe. There was a reason he’d earned the nickname Reaper.

But at the end of the day, a monster with the face of a friend was still…

A monster.

And no monster has a place among the innocents. So they said.

“I know. You cannot help yourselves. I understand.”

They were after him. His help was no longer needed, and fear had driven them to this point. A friend to all… is a friend to none, he recalled.

“…I forgive you.”

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What is the angstiest headcanon you have for my muse?

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Do I… reblog the angst headcanon meme or not 👀

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Stop being the voice of reason here >:|

Someone has to be in this mf I GUESS!!