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emeraldmage:

pieceofbraddock:

emeraldmage:

pieceofbraddock:

emeraldmage:

pieceofbraddock:

emeraldmage:

Hello. I am Thomas Maximoff son of the scarlet witch.

Thomas… Maximoff…

Ohhhhh, you’re another dimension one, are you?

I guess you could say that. And before you say it no I am not a speedster and yes this is my natural hair color. 

Don’t worry, strings let me know what I need to.

So, you’re in love with the crazier me from another dimension. Interesting. 

Sorry, I tend to eavesdrop. Or well… something of that kind. 

I’m Jamie Braddock. But the original me is elsewhere. At least from this dimension.

I…what. I am not in love with anyone. He’s not crazy either…But I see…you must be Billy’s Jamie then. The one he wants to marry?

-laughs- Sure sounded like it. Or some textbook analysis case of it. 

He’s more off his head than me. But not as much as the other me… -frowns- In any case, yes, yes I am that one.

I don’t know…I have never felt like this before. Is that what love feels like?

Everyone is a bit off their head. Some just hide it better than others.

Love’s different for everyone… and there’s different intensities. It’s up to you to decide. 

I suppose that’s true… hmmm

trulymadasahatter:

pieceofbraddock:

trulymadasahatter:

pieceofbraddock:

trulymadasahatter replied to your post: “Now isn’t this a spot strange?”

“Look at you. Prim and proper. Should I call you Junior?” He grabbed a bundle of quantum strings and examined them. “Unbloodybelievable. Now that I see you, I don’t trust the strings. You can’t be me.”

“Now, now. There’s two me’s from the same source. Have you met the other me, yet? He dumped all his unwanted emotions for Billy and Teddy into me so he could remain… unattached. Me? I’m funding wars and starting corruption in several countries. And I am most definitely you though my body was made by my counterpart.” Flicks the elder’s strings, “And I’m not as crazy as you OR him. Glad to be out of that body. He has numerous… personalities trapped inside that head. And don’t you dare fucking call me Junior, you fool.”

The flick forced his form to waver between a man and something out of a horror movie. Jamie just went with it until the strings stopped vibrating. “Aren’t you a firecracker? If you keep up your illegal activities, you’ll piss off the twins. Baby Bri will just walk away, but Baby Betsy will—” He mimicked thrusting a sword through his clone’s head and then, like he’d done nothing, paced around his chair. “So you’re a clone of a clone of me~ What fun. I think you’re breaking down my DNA a little too much though. You seem a little defective,” he teased as he strummed a few of the younger man’s strings.

“Ahhh, you act like I care. That’s the other me, wonderboy, he’s the one who cares. Not me. And I know all about it. I’ve met those dimensions versions. IS that what happened to you?” 

His eyes narrowed, “I’m not a clone… exactly. I’m a reality structure with the same memories and feelings of the original. And my original is NOT a clone of you. He’s another dimension’s counterpart of you.” 

Rolled his eyes as his strings wobbled, “Can you just not? How old are you?”

He plopped a top hat onto his doppelganger’s head for his own comfort. Jamie folded his arms over it and ultimately laid his head down onto it from behind the other man. “What happened to me is simple. I woke up. I was sleeping and I woke up. As for what you are; you’re a tomahto. The other one can be a tomayto.” His head rolled to the side in thought. “My age—I don’t know.”

“You intrigue me.” He ran his hands along the rim of the top hat. “Mmmmm, been a while since I wore one of these.” Tilting his head up a little bit, just catching a glimpse of the other him, “I see, so you’re that one. You’re further on in the timeline too, lovely.” 

wrathofwiccan:

I’m not defending him! I’m saying it’s stupid to not ask him for help when he could solve your problem!

… -sighs and brushes fingertips over Billy’s cheek.- Would you… prefer it if I combined with the my old me?

trulymadasahatter:

pieceofbraddock:

trulymadasahatter replied to your post: “Now isn’t this a spot strange?”

“Look at you. Prim and proper. Should I call you Junior?” He grabbed a bundle of quantum strings and examined them. “Unbloodybelievable. Now that I see you, I don’t trust the strings. You can’t be me.”

“Now, now. There’s two me’s from the same source. Have you met the other me, yet? He dumped all his unwanted emotions for Billy and Teddy into me so he could remain… unattached. Me? I’m funding wars and starting corruption in several countries. And I am most definitely you though my body was made by my counterpart.” Flicks the elder’s strings, “And I’m not as crazy as you OR him. Glad to be out of that body. He has numerous… personalities trapped inside that head. And don’t you dare fucking call me Junior, you fool.”

The flick forced his form to waver between a man and something out of a horror movie. Jamie just went with it until the strings stopped vibrating. “Aren’t you a firecracker? If you keep up your illegal activities, you’ll piss off the twins. Baby Bri will just walk away, but Baby Betsy will—” He mimicked thrusting a sword through his clone’s head and then, like he’d done nothing, paced around his chair. “So you’re a clone of a clone of me~ What fun. I think you’re breaking down my DNA a little too much though. You seem a little defective,” he teased as he strummed a few of the younger man’s strings.

“Ahhh, you act like I care. That’s the other me, wonderboy, he’s the one who cares. Not me. And I know all about it. I’ve met those dimensions versions. IS that what happened to you?” 

His eyes narrowed, “I’m not a clone… exactly. I’m a reality structure with the same memories and feelings of the original. And my original is NOT a clone of you. He’s another dimension’s counterpart of you.” 

Rolled his eyes as his strings wobbled, “Can you just not? How old are you?”

wrathofwiccan:

pieceofbraddock:

-scowls- I don’t trust him.

I know you think it wouldn’t be… a problem but… I don’t like the other personalities, Billy… I don’t.

Maybe you should trust him if you want to stay in your own body … 

Too bad. Not happening.

Why are you defending him?