#stephen strange rp

[cloudybrews]

"Something is very wrong" he mutters eyes wide.

[cherryfinolahobbes]

"I don't know what kind of fool you think I am," The Sorcerer Supreme grimaced, looking at the paper in his hand, "but this doesn't prove anything,"

[mr-t-stark]

One second he was somewhere between life and death--he remembers the echo of the snap and the sensation of fire trailing through half his body, remembers hearing unrecognisable voices, speaking directly through his ears; overlapping whispers that clashed atop and over each other--and the next second, he's alive.

The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the arc reactor on his chest. The second is the gauntlet, still fully intact on his hand, quickly followed by a sense of panic at both its presence and the absence of the stones on it.

Did the snap work? Was Thanos defeated? Did something go wrong?

"Boss?" a familiar voice says to him tentatively.

"FRIDAY?" he says, shocked at his own voice and how he's still able to speak. "What... How did... What the fuck happened?"

What follows is an almost hesitant pause from FRIDAY.

"I'm not sure," is what she says eventually, "It seems you've somehow survived, Mr. Stark."

Tony cards a hand through his hair. He looks down at his chest, and the arc reactor lodged deep in it like it had once before. Carefully, he lifts his fingers towards it, feeling the cold metal.

"It..."

"It seems you have the arc reactor with you, boss." she points out the obvious, "I detect a very high energy signature from it."

He frowns.

"Higher than it was before?"

"Yes."

Tony pauses, wills himself not to panic, and forces his mind to think.

The next thought that goes through his mind is strong and loud and incredibly definite, like a large neon sign with multiple blinking, lit arrows pointing at it: Doctor Strange. The wizard is the only person who could explain what happened, if the snap is reversed, if everything they've been through worked out in the end, and of course, the billionaire dollar question: how the fuck he's still alive right now.

It was an almost unconscious reaction as he tries to call upon his armour, and is relieved to find that his suit still exists.

What happens next feels like a blur of events more than anything. He doesn't exactly remember what happened other than a sense of desperation that he needs to get to Strange as soon as possible. He remembers getting directions from FRIDAY, and the almost dangerous speed he was flying in with his suit, but once everything is over and he reaches his destination, all those details seem irrelevant.

Tony stares for a moment at the building in front of him, the sense of desperation spiking up tenfold.

He knocks at the door.

@dr-s-strange

[d0ctorstrange]

۞ Between the veils of the fabric of reality and the arcana of the universe, I tread the path of the unknown as the Supreme Magician. In the folds of time and space, I dive in search of the hidden secrets that sustain existence. Manipulator of primordial forces, I defy the limits of human understanding, dancing on the border between order and chaos.

My journey is woven with ancient enchantments and profound knowledge, forged in arcane libraries and astral meditations. I am the guardian of the invisible realms, the herald of dimensions beyond common perception. My staff stands as a beacon of light in the darkness of the unknown, guiding humanity through mystical storms and dimensional gales.

With eyes that have witnessed the grandeur and terror of the multiverse, I bear the burden of responsibility to protect interconnected realities. Every rune I inscribe, every word of power I speak, is an affirmation of my dedication to preserving cosmic balance.

I continue in search of the ultimate truth, peering into the enigmas of the gods and the tides of probabilities. My biography is a constantly evolving narrative, written on the pages of the stars and in the fabric of the planes of existence themselves. Welcome to my world of magic, mystery and interdimensional exploration.

۞ Entre os veús do tecido da realidade e os arcanos do universo, trilho o caminho do desconhecido como o Mago Supremo. Nas dobras do tempo e do espaço, mergulho em busca dos segredos ocultos que sustentam a existência. Manipulador das forças primordiais, eu desafio os limites da compreensão humana, dançando na fronteira entre a ordem e o caos.

Minha jornada é tecida com encantamentos ancestrais e conhecimentos profundos, forjados em bibliotecas arcanas e meditações astrais. Sou o guardião dos reinos invisíveis, o arauto das dimensões além da percepção comum. Meu cajado ergue-se como um farol de luz nas trevas do desconhecido, guiando a humanidade através das tormentas místicas e dos vendavais dimensionais.

Com olhos que testemunharam a grandiosidade e o terror do multiverso, carrego o fardo da responsabilidade de proteger as realidades interconectadas. Cada runa que inscrevo, cada palavra de poder que pronuncio, é uma afirmação de minha dedicação à preservação do equilíbrio cósmico.

Sigo em busca da verdade última, perscrutando os enigmas dos deuses e as marés das probabilidades. Minha biografia é uma narrativa em constante evolução, escrita nas páginas das estrelas e na tessitura dos próprios planos de existência. Seja bem-vindo ao meu mundo de magia, mistério e exploração interdimensional.

[starktowerboss]

The first thing Tony feels as he wakes are the injuries of his aching body. Huh, I'm not dead. He thinks so, anyways. Death shouldn't still be this painful. Unless he's in Hell.

Trying to move, a thread of alarm strikes through him. This bed doesn't feel like a hospital bed, he should know by now, and his own has better sheets. Where the fuck is he?

He forces himself upright, and shuts his eyes tightly against the pain the movement causes. Tony opens them again and takes stock of his surroundings.

The room is sparsely decorated, and whatever is there is the kind of tacky he's only seen in one place recently. The window shows some nonsense scenery of nature, but it switches as he watches it.

"Boss, you're awake." FRIDAY says, drawing his attention to his other side where there's a nightstand. On top of it, his nanobot housing is swiftly grabbed and placed back on his chest where it belongs.

"Update me, babygirl. Where am I?"

"177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village." She says. Tony doesn't think he's imagining the relief in her voice. "Dr. Strange is looking over your recovery. It appears the improved EXTREMIS was successful in keeping you alive, but the energies of the Infinity Stones have appeared to interfere with it. Sporadically, pulses of residual energy from the stones emanated from you. As Dr. Strange is both a medical professional and familiar with handling an Infinity Stone himself, it was deemed most appropriate for him to watch over you."

"Watch over me?" Tony repeats. "Fri, how long was I out?"

"You were in a coma for almost three weeks, boss." She says quietly. "The residual energy rapidly dissipated after the first week, but there was no sign of you waking up."

"Shit." Tony rubs a hand over his face. "Alright. Sorry for worrying you."

He swings his legs over the side of the bed and gets to his feet. Whatever happened, at least EXTREMIS kept him from getting muscle atrophy.

"Boss, I really think you should-"

"I'm fine. I'm awake. And most importantly, I need coffee. Where's the kitchen?" As if he's going to wait in bed until Strange finds him. Glancing down the unreasonably long corridor for what he remembers are the dimensions of the building, Tony picks a direction and walks.

How hard can it be to find some coffee in this place?

@bleeckerstreetweirdo

[strxngetales]

OPEN STARTER.

Stephen hears a loud clang echo from down the hall, in what he suspects is the relic room. Alarm bells begin to ring in his head as his instincts kick in, going into fighting stance and quickly forming twin mandalas over his wrist as he slowly approaches the door, seeing a silhouette move between the crack where it's slightly ajar.

"Who's there?"

[nextlevelpromo]

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[nextlevel-hq]

The following characters are now reserved

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Tony Stark - exp Jun 12

Stephen Strange - exp Jun 12

[superxfamily]

Looking for RPs

Interested in more Starker Rps! (I also am willing to do other peter (or even Tony) ships if you play someone else) I play both Tony and Peter but have a hard preference for Peter atm. Though if Your Peter is more a switch we can talk. My writing is useally atleast a paragraph and up. I don’t need much but I need some meat to my rps so no one liners please. Some things i’m extra interested in is Mpreg and any kinda family dynamics. I just want some soft stuff. but I am ok with angst. If interested just shoot me a DM here on this blog and i’ll get back to you.

[katherine-fisk]

This one's mine 😊

[cloudybrews]

Strange could never get a break. Spotting danger, mostly Huge monster romaning around NYC wasn't helping.

He sighs turning to reader " Hey can you hold my drink for moment I have to something.. I might be back". He pauses flicks his arm as he jumps off the baclony, he transforms into his Cloat and regular ware. He flys towards the danger.

[lilbitofmac]

What if…?

What if, indeed.

[serenastark-official]

🖤✨ How to Not Ship People: A PSA from Serena Stark ✨🖤

Alright, Tumblr, we need to talk. Specifically about the very weird habit some of you have of shipping me with literally everyone I’ve ever shared air with—and I mean everyone—from Stephen to Wong to TONY to Peter to Dani to Laurya (like, seriously??).

And no, this isn't a "How to Ship Serena Stark" guide (because apparently, everyone on here thinks they’re qualified to play matchmaker)

Understand the Basics of Platonic Relationships

Not every interaction means romance, folks. Sometimes, people can just...I don’t know...exist in the same room without being soulmates.

For example:

Stephen Strange? My best friend and highly respected mentor. Not my boyfriend. Not my soulmate. Last time I checked, calling someone “Old Man Wizard” every five minutes isn’t exactly romantic. I can’t even get through a conversation without him lecturing me on the multiverse and responsibility. Romance level: zero. Also, he calls me “kid,” so that’s basically “I’m your dad now” territory.

Tony Stark? That’s my dad, y’all. MY DAD. Did we skip basic human decency 101? This isn’t Game of Thrones. Sit down.

Wong? Look, I respect the guy. Love him even (in a totally platonic way). But the man is way too busy dealing with magical disasters to worry about me. Plus, I’m not about to ruin his zen vibe. We’re too busy exchanging takis, not vows.

Peter Parker? Do you people hear yourselves when you type? Peter can’t even win a staring contest with me—how would he handle dating me? As I said already, he's my too-kind-to-be-a-real-kid brother.

Daniella Romanoff? Practically my sister. (Though she could definitely crush me in a fight, I’m not even gonna lie.) She’s got enough trauma to handle, she doesn’t need me adding fuel to the shipping fire.

Laurya? I can practically hear you all— “Oh, they’re so close! It’s so obvious! Sisterly love... or, y’know, whatever!” NO. She is literally my sister in arms, not in love. If she were reading this right now, she’d be laughing so hard, she’d probably throw a shoe at me. So let’s not, okay?

Bruce Banner? Bruce Banner and me? Are you seriously trying to make that work? Listen, I’m all for the science nerds’ club (believe me, I’m practically a founding member), he’s in the “dad” zone with Tony and Stephen. I don’t need a third one of those.

What next? Are you going to ship me with Jeff, the land shark?!

Now that I’ve screamed into the void, here’s your 101 on how NOT to ship people (especially me):

Step 1: Don't Assume Every Glance = Love Story

Just because I looked at someone for more than 2 seconds doesn’t mean I’m secretly planning our wedding. I could be judging them. I could be plotting their demise. Or I could just be zoning out because I’m thinking about pasta. You don’t know.

Step 2: Don’t assume everything is subtext.

Just because I exchange sarcastic banter with someone doesn’t mean I want to kiss them. Sometimes, I’m just being me. (Which, let’s be honest, is fabulous enough without adding romance into the mix.)

You don’t marry everyone you talk to. Shocking, right? Sometimes, people just have good friendships. Not every bond needs a kiss at the end. I know, mind-blowing.

Step 3: Stop Projecting Your Ships Onto Others

I get it, shipping is fun. But hold your horses. Ask yourself:

Is this ship actually plausible, or am I just bored?

Have I considered how weird this might be for the people involved?

Would Serena personally come for me for this? (Hint: Yes.)

If you can’t explain it without sounding like a total creep, then just… don’t. My life isn’t your rom-com script, and I’m not auditioning for a Netflix special.

Step 4: Respect Boundaries

If I say “No,” it’s a no. If I roast the ship in public, it’s definitely a no. Stop trying to make me and Tony a thing. That’s therapy-inducing territory, and I already have enough on my plate.

Me and Stephen = Two sarcastic nerds saving the multiverse.

Me and Peter = Sibling energy with a side of web-based competition.

Me and Tony = Snark battles + family dinners.

Me and Laurya = Sisterhood, no strings attached.

Me and Dani = Chaos and platonic love, no ships allowed.

Me and Wong = Team Sorcery and food buddies. (he has a lot of takis in the Sanctum, if you'd be more responsible about your ship, I'd give you some)

Me and Bruce = Science buddies and, he’s already got enough on his plate with, y’know, the Hulk and being an honorary member of the “dad” squad.

Step 5: Focus On YOUR Ships

If you’re feeling the itch to ship someone, look in the mirror. Find your own love story. Or ship Jeff the Land Shark with world domination; he’s working on it anyway.

Step 6: Put that energy to better use.

Instead of shipping me with everyone I’ve ever breathed near, how about you create fanfic where I absolutely obliterate HYDRA agents in a beautifully dramatic showdown?

In conclusion:

Stop it. Get some help. If you keep shipping me with random people, I’ll find you. And I’ll make you explain yourself to my face. Let’s stop pretending every time I make eye contact with someone, we’re about to enter a rom-com montage. Please, for the love of all things sarcastic and logical, stop.

[d0ctorstrange]

۞ Warm greetings to all, and welcome to my sacred mystical haven!

In this blessed space, we will unveil the wonders and mysteries that permeate the unfathomable multiverse. We will cover with depth and passion an eclectic range of topics, from enigmatic mystical artifacts to the deepest secrets of the cosmos.

I invite each of you to surrender completely to the unknown, diving headfirst into the deep waters of the multiverse, where truth and power wait to be revealed. Together, we will explore the most hidden paths and the deepest secrets, in the search for ultimate understanding and mastery of the mystical arts! The journey begins now, and may the stars guide us!

۞ Saudações calorosas a todos, e bem-vindos ao meu sagrado refúgio místico!

Neste abençoado espaço, vamos desvendar as maravilhas e mistérios que permeiam o insondável multiverso. Abordaremos com profundidade e paixão uma eclética gama de tópicos, desde os enigmáticos artefatos místicos até os segredos mais profundos do cosmo.

Convido cada um de vocês a se entregarem completamente ao desconhecido, mergulhando de cabeça nas águas profundas do multiverso, onde a verdade e o poder aguardam serem revelados. Juntos, desbravaremos os caminhos mais ocultos e os segredos mais profundos, na busca pela compreensão última e pela maestria das artes místicas! A jornada começa agora, e que as estrelas nos guiem!

[jackiequick]

Bradley James Rogers | High Hopes

FC: Joshua Bassett (Younger), Wolfgang Novogratz (Older)

Full Name: Bradley James Rogers

Nicknames: Brad, Jamie, Rad, Dramer, Bear

Alias: None (yet!)

Age: 7-22

Height: 5’8 (Younger), 6’0 (Older)

Date Of Birth: July 28

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Place Of Birth: New York City, New York

Place Of Residency -> Currently: New York City

Family 📷

Father: Steve Rogers

Mother: Stella Romano. Strange

Uncles: Leo Strange, Thiago Strange, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilsion

Aunt: Jen Walters, Natasha Romanoff

(Extended Family): Various Avengers and other figures

Middle Name: James (A tribute to Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, as a subtle homage to their deep bond. Steve chose it to honor Bucky without making it too obvious or formal.)

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Quotes 🎙️

“I’m sorry, when was this my fault? I didn’t ask for this…”

“Yeah, sure, let’s go to Germany. Said no one!”

“Wait. I don’t get it…?”

“Oh? So he gets to fly and I don't? How is that fair?!”

“Ohh, dad’s in trouble. When should we start planning his funeral now?”

“WE’RE GOING TO SEE HAMILTON LIVE?!”

“Uh, guys can be divas too. Take a look at Uncle Tony.”

“Is that Red-Wing?! Oh shit–run!”

“..i just wanted a normal vacation so I can work on my painting..”

“Rei, I'm not going to watch IT with you!”

“Do I look like I'm ready to study magic? Cause I'm really not..what if I mess up?”

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—Personality 💫

Bradley is a blend of creative sensitivity and a quiet rebellion, the kind of kid who is perfectly content lost in his own thoughts but ready to step into the spotlight when the moment calls for it. On the surface, he’s snarky, shy, charming, witty, sweet and often uses humor as a shield against the more serious things in life.

His passion for art, theater, and flying fuels his dreams, while his rebellious streak keeps him questioning authority and pushing back against the expectations others place on him.

Though he’s got a tough, independent exterior, Bradley is a sweetheart at heart, fiercely protective of those he loves, especially his parents and close friends. Beneath his humor is a loyal, determined side that’s always there when someone needs him most—though he might not always express it in the most conventional way. He’s still figuring out where he fits in the world, but one thing is certain: he doesn’t want to live in the shadow of his parents’ legacies. He’s determined to chart his own course, even if it means sometimes challenging everything around him.

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Relationship status: Single

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—Social Circle

Childhood Friend: Rei Stark (Tony Stark’s eldest son)

Other Friends: The Young Avengers (Rochelle Romanoff, Liane, Felton, Rick Banner, etc.)

High School: The Juniors (Peter Parker, MJ, Gwen Stacy etc)

SHIELD Agents: Maria Hill’s Crew (Michelle, Melissa, Ji-Hoon, etc)

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Rei’s older, grumpy, and emo, but protective of Bradley in his own way. Bradley, with his sunny personality, always knows how to snap Rei out of his funk. While others see Rei as a loner, Bradley looks up to him. Their friendship is full of banter, talking smack about the adults, binge watching movies and genuine care for the other person, but they balance each other out—Rei keeps things real, and Bradley brings the light. Even though Rei prefers his space, he cares for Bradley, and vice versa.

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— Skills 🤹

Athletics: Bradley is a natural athlete—baseball is his sport of choice, though he’s known to dabble in other hobbies like skateboarding, gymnastics etc.

Magic Potential: While Bradley doesn’t have formal magical training, his exposure to magic through his uncles (Thiago and Leo) and his mother’s mystical ties give him a latent ability to sense magical energies. He’s been taught basic magical principles but is hesitant to tap into them, unsure of the consequences.

Tech Savvy: He’s a bit fascinated by technology, thanks to the world he lives in—especially aviation tech—and has an intuitive understanding of how things work. He can fix up his own motorcycle or tinker with old tech as a hobby.

Theater & Creativity: Bradley has a deep love for the arts—specifically musical theater, where he shines on stage. Whether it’s acting, singing, or playing an instrument, he feels most at home when he's performing or creating.

Plus The Obvious: Bilingual, Marksmanship, etc

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Bradley always had a love for sports, especially baseball. Motivated by a desire to learn and grow, he approached everything with determination—though that came with a side of stubbornness.

When he was frustrated, he’d bottle it up, which often led to some intense moments, like when he’d almost try to hit the other team with a baseball in a fit of competitive spirit. Still, that same drive made him a solid player and a great team member, with his uncles Leo and Thiago watching on in amusement. His stubbornness, while sometimes a challenge, was a reflection of his passion and motivation, and it would shape the man he’d become, always pushing him to go further and try harder.

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—Aspirations

Dreams of Becoming a Pilot: Bradley has always been fascinated by aviation. His desire to become a professional pilot is tied to his need for independence and freedom—something he feels he lacks due to his family’s legacies.

Owning a Motorcycle: Inspired by his father’s iconic motorcycle and his own love for adrenaline, Bradley hopes to one day own a motorcycle and ride it as a symbol of testing his limits.

Exploring Magic: Despite his reluctance to fully embrace it, Bradley is curious about his magical heritage. He’s been exposed to magic his whole life, but fears the power it might give him.

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BACKSTORY –🧸

It was 2:30 a.m. when Stella’s first contraction hit. She winced, trying to downplay it. “It’s fine, Steve. We have time.”

But Steve, who’d never been through anything like this, was already on high alert. “Right. Sure. Time. I’ll be back, honey.” He scrambled around, checking bags, the car, the gas tank, as if preparing for a mission.

Stella rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “We’re fine.”

By the time things got serious, Stella’s calm gave way to impatience. Hours later, she was still only at 7cm. Steve had to make sure his wife didn’t try to murder a few nurses…

When the doctor finally broke the news—Bradley was on the slight larger side—they suggested a C-section. Stella’s eyes widened. She had heard the word ‘C-section’ before, but now that it was her turn, it felt too much. “Wait—no, I—”

Steve, pale and worried but trying to mask it, gently placed a hand on her arm. “Stell, listen. We need to do this. It’s the safest option.”

“But... I wanted a natural birth. I wanted—”

“I know,” Steve interrupted, his voice a little shaky. “But we’ll do whatever we need to keep both of you safe. Please, sweetheart. Please.”

Stella looked at Steve’s face—his calm, trusting eyes—and finally, with a defeated sigh, she nodded. Steve’s smile broke through, though it was nervous.

Half an hour later, Stella was under the effects of the anesthesia, her face a bit loopy and her words a little slower than usual. “Babe...” she slurred, a silly grin creeping across her face. “Am I... am I allowed to eat after this?”

Steve, who had been nervously sitting at her side, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Uh, honey, I think you’ve earned a whole feast once this is over.” He grinned at her. “Can we keep you like this? I’ve never seen you so relaxed in my entire life.”

Moments later, the sound of a baby’s cry filled the room, and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. A tiny, perfect little voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“That’s him, right? That’s our son?” Stella asked, her voice thick with exhaustion but soft with awe.

Steve nodded with a soft smile, his throat tight. “That’s him. That’s Bradley.”

A nurse gently handed him a bundle in blue, and Steve looked down at his son for the first time. Bradley was healthy, loud, and perfect. “Hey there, big guy...” Steve whispered, brushing his hand over Bradley’s tiny head.

Stella, now fully awake, gazed at him in wonder. “He’s ours?” Her voice cracked with disbelief. “Oh my God, Steve, he’s beautiful.”

Steve smiled, overwhelmed with love and joy. “Yeah, he is. He really is.”

The couple’s eyes were glistening as they shared a quick kiss, grinning proudly. Bradley James Rogers had arrived—against all odds, with a little bit of chaos and a lot of love. A big guy, with a big future. And his parents? They were already hooked.

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– BRADLEY’S LIFE ✈️

Bradley was always a good kid. Sure, he had his rebellious streak, a natural curiosity that led him to test the waters and sneak into labs or pull harmless pranks with his uncles. But at his core, he was a sweet, charming kid with a quiet, shy side. He had this easy smile that could melt anyone’s heart and a tendency to withdraw when things got too loud or too much. He was never one to seek attention, but when the moment called for it, he could light up a room with his presence.

Steve and Stella always encouraged Bradley to follow his own path, free from the shadow of their legacies. Steve had been an art student before becoming Captain America, and he wanted Bradley to know that if he loved creating, he didn’t have to pick up a shield. Stella, who had felt pushed into the medical field by her family, was equally determined not to force her son into a predefined role. They didn’t want Bradley to feel like he had to be anyone other than himself.

And Bradley, while he was definitely aware of the world around him—superheroes, magic, spies—always felt the weight of his parents’ expectations in a different way. They wanted him to be free, but still wanted him to be able to protect himself and have a chance to take advantage of his own opportunities. He was a natural artist, shy and sensitive, with a love for creating that came from deep within. His mother noticed his passion for painting and dancing, while his father encouraged his curiosity about the world. But Bradley wasn’t interested in following anyone’s footsteps. He admired the work of his uncles and aunts—magic, tech, law—but wasn’t sure he wanted to be like them.

The day Uncle Sam Wilson took him to see The Blue Angels, Bradley felt a spark. The rush of adrenaline, the idea of soaring through the sky—that was something that called to him. He started thinking that maybe he could be a pilot, or perhaps dabble in magic or invention. He didn’t know exactly what his future held, but Bradley knew he had the freedom to figure it out, in his own time, in his own way.

Above all, Bradley was a sweet soul with a big heart. He cared deeply about the people in his life—his family, his friends, his world. And while he was still figuring out who he wanted to be, one thing was certain: no matter where he went, he’d do it with the same curiosity, charm, and heart that made him him.

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—Strengths:

Creative: Naturally artistic, Bradley excels in painting, theater, and finding unique ways to express himself.

Loyal: Fiercely protective and caring toward those he loves, even if he’s shy about showing it.

Hardworking: When he’s passionate about something, Bradley puts in the effort to succeed.

Curious: Always learning, whether through books, tech, or exploring new interests like aviation or magic.

Empathetic: A sweet soul with a big heart, always looking out for others.

Team Player: Values collaboration and pulls his weight in group settings, even if he’s stubborn at times.

—Weaknesses:

Stubborn: Once he’s set on something, it’s hard to change his mind.

Shy: Hesitant in new situations and struggles with self-doubt.

Emotionally Guarded: Bottles up feelings, often keeping his struggles to himself.

Avoidant: Tends to shy away from conflict, preferring to avoid tough conversations.

Pressure to Live Up: Feels the weight of family expectations sometimes, leading to insecurity.

Impulsive: Sometimes acts on a whim, which can lead to mistakes.

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—Bradley’s Fun Facts & Quirks

1. He’s a lyric guy when stressed. 🎶

When Bradley’s feeling overwhelmed or anxious, he’ll start quoting lyrics from his favorite songs to cope. It could be “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons or “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen. He’s like a walking jukebox, depending on his mood!

2. Not a PDA fan. 🙄

PDA? Nope. If Bradley sees two people getting all lovey-dovey in public, you better believe he’s either rolling his eyes or physically looking away. He’s a “keep it private” kinda guy.

3. Loves Disney, but doesn’t like to admit it. 🎥

Disney movies? He’s obsessed. He’ll happily belt out Hamilton songs in public, but when it comes to The Little Mermaid or Tangled? He’ll act like he’s too cool for it, but secretly, he’s got all the songs memorized. 😜

4. Sketching is his escape. ✏️

Bradley’s always drawing on something—napkins, his arms, random papers. It’s how he processes his emotions, but he never likes to show anyone unless he trusts them.

5. Not a fan of horror… unless it’s supernatural. 👻

Horror movies? No thanks. But throw in some magic or an actual plot line? Suddenly, he's all in. He’ll be terrified but secretly addicted.

6. Has a soft spot for animals. 🐾

Bradley’s a big animal lover, but there’s one thing that will always make his heart melt—puppies. He’s always ready to pet or cuddle any dog, no matter how big or small. Don’t let him see a shelter ad—he’ll end up trying to adopt a whole pack.

7. Will never turn down a game of baseball. ⚾

Whether it’s a pickup game with friends or a competition with his dad, Bradley’s always down to play. He may not admit it, but he secretly loves showing off his skills—especially to Steve.

8. He’s got a soft spot for penguins. 🐧

Don’t ask him why, but Bradley thinks penguins are the cutest animals ever. He had a whole collection of penguin-themed things—plushies, socks, notebooks, you name it. If there’s a penguin anywhere near him, he’s the first to try and take a picture with it.

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– PLAYLIST 🎼

Surf Curse - Freaks

The Fray - Over My Head

Neon Trees - Everybody Talks

Bruno Mars - Runaway Baby

Taylor Swift - My Tear Ricochet

Panic! at the Disco - High Hopes

Paramore - Ain’t It Fun

James Arthur - Safe Inside

Tom Walker - Leave A Light On

WILD - All My Life

Ashes Remain - Right Here

Billy Lockett - Empty House

Sleeping At Last - Saturn

Taylor Swift - Daylight

Sia - The Greatest

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HC: Leo, Thiago, Sam, Bucky and Tony all fought over who got to be the godfather 😉

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Phew that was a lot! 😅 I bet I missed a few beats in this post and I might add more later on

Please let me know what yall think of him! 🧐

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The sound of something stumbling onto the porch disturbs the quietness of the night. A woman has fallen by the door. She is covered in dirt, bruises and blood, her long dark hair is a mess and so are her clothes. The leather jacket on her body was wrecked, showing three large, brutal slashes on her back. She doesn’t move. Her breathing is shallow. Her hands are covered in blood. The left hand has an odd double-fingered ring and the right one holds an ensaguined dagger like it was a lifeline.

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Stephen was reading peacefully in his armchair near the fireplace, sipping on a warm tea. But he suddenly felt like he was having goosebumps, his instinct on full alert. Something is wrong. Then, he heard noises outside. He almost jumped from his armchair and rushed to his door and opened it, ready to act. Then, he saw the wounded woman on the floor.

His eyes went wide and he rushed by her side, checking on her wounds. He knew those lacerations, it was the work of a lycan. He thought he chased them away, what happened ? Then he saw the sling ring the young woman wore. Is she a sorceress ?

He carefully wrapped her in his jacket to protect the wounds and apply some pressure to stop the bleeding before lifting her up in his arms and carried her in his house where he gently laid her down on his couch and started cleaning her wounds.

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