#strangcrdoctor

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for strangcrdoctor : sending some love for @strangcrdoctor. the grasp they have on stephen strange as a character is just amazing! i love reading their threads and headcanons, and seeing how they've built and developed him. my dash wouldn't be the same without them! <3

[worldknowshername]

@strangcrdoctor gets jessica jones

“Christ. Your beside manner is shit, Doc. Did people really pay you for that gloom and doom bullshit?”  Jessica wasn’t actually complaining. She wasn’t stupid enough to come to Strange for comfort. If she wanted comfort, she would’ve stuck with the doctor she was paying. Comfort was futile; a tiny bandaid over a wound that needed stitches. A relentlessly cheery smile telling her she’d lost her fucking spleen.

She fell more than sat in one of the chairs in his sitting room. The one that seemed least likely to up and dump her in another dimension or whatever. The room was already spinning; she didn’t need to add magic on top of it. She curled her feet up under her, boots and all, and lay her head on the arm of her chair like a small child. “Fuck. I need a drink.”

[sevenbulletsavior]

@strangcrdoctor  /  continued from x

Stephen’s body had been warm - a solid, comforting presence at her side - and Karen had been drifting in and out of a light sleep as they lay there, tangle of limbs and splayed hair. When he shifted, when the warmth suddenly left her side and Stephen was gone, Karen’s eyes had snapped open and she’d looked up to him. The request had been simple, bordering almost on a demand, but his own reply made her smile.

Tea? Tea sounded nice. It would be even better to have while curled up together in the bed.

“I suppose I’ll give you bathroom privileges this time,” came the half-hearted tease, the blonde shifting on the bed enough to turn on the lamp on the nightstand before she sat upright, adjusting the pillows behind her. “I got more honey earlier this week. Will you put some in mine?” 

She knew he would, but she wanted to ask anyway. “I won’t get tired of lounging with you so you better get comfortable when you get back. We have a long night of lounging ahead.”

[xagentcarter]

@strangcrdoctor​ liked.

She greeted him with a sigh and a half-hearted smile. In one hand was a cup of tea; the other held the day’s paper, folded open to the obituaries. She had underlined someone’s name.

“Good morning,” she offered in quiet greeting, her demeanor overall meek, before sipping her tea. 

[monarcha]

@strangcrdoctor​ 

“It’s not that the myths are wrong, exactly. Simply biased. Penned in such a way as to make yours truly the enemy, the scapegoat, because of course I am the only one who could possibly do wrong. It’s ridiculous, but it’s also neither here nor there; there’s nothing I can do about it.” Loki  shrugged, cavalier and casual. “Besides, I got what I wanted. Can they say the same?”

[laughingmagi]

 @strangcrdoctor​​ said: “  i think there’s more inside you than everyone else would believe.  and i think that’s how you want it.  you like to be underestimated.  ”

     “Of course,” John replied, eyebrows faintly quirking along with a knowing smirk.  “Gives me a fairly solid advantage, anyway, I’m just some twat from Liverpool.  In any case, y’should know as much that when it comes t’certain entities. They couldn’t possibly imagine a mere mortal could outsmart them.”

[cupidquinn-moved]

     “Ever wonder if it ain’t true?” Harley asked. Impromptu. A rare dark night of the soul. Honestly she’d blame this big creepy house if she weren’t y’know, already certifiable. “That ya gonna wake up one day and it’ll all be a dream?” Her voice lowered even more, quiet and surprisingly serious. “Wouldja be relieved or disappointed?”

@strangcrdoctor​ // starter

[hydrasweapon]

@strangcrdoctor​ gets a starter for our plotted thing!

                      He’d thought Hydra had burned the stench of wartime London out of his memories, but he is mistaken. As soon as the smell of smoke, fire, piss, and misery hits his nose, he’s right back in the middle of the second world war, his posture changing, his mind full with military shortcuts. He needs two hours until he finds today’s newspaper that tells him he finally got it right. He’d done two jumps already, missing the right time completely and probably fucking up some time-space-continuity, but he doesn’t particularly care about that. Of course, he never intended to go back to London, but he is too scared to try another jump. He takes care of his appearance first, his Winter Soldier training helping him with acquiring a military uniform, so he won’t stand out in the bombed-out city in jeans and a fucking leather jacket. Then he finds shelter in a half-destroyed building, considering his possibilities.

                      He could try to make it to the continent and then to the fucking Alps. Europe is still Nazi-infested, so that will take a fucking long time, maybe too long to actually get there in time and save his own ass. He could wait for Steve and tell him the god-honest truth. That would probably screw the timeline beyond recognition since he couldn’t shut up about the whole Valkyrie stuff. He could also just try to talk to his younger self, but every science fiction time travel novel he ever read had told him how bad that would go. Well, he could also wait for the evening before the mission in the Alps. He could disguise himself and pay a visit to young Sergeant Barnes. It wouldn’t take much, maybe just breaking a leg or an arm. That would heal up nicely without much trouble, but he’d be unable to attend that fucking last mission.

                       Bucky worries on his lower lip, trying to find out if him not being on the train would somehow result in any of the other Howlies dying. Before he comes to a conclusion, though, a glimmering, golden light appears next to him, growing bigger and bigger, and with anxious fascination, he recognizes one of those crazy portals they used to get from Wakanda to the second battle against Thanos––​

[vjestyca]

@strangcrdoctor​ said:  " you know, it's ten times easier to relax when i'm not reminded of the killers out to get us. "

—          ❝ i am well aware, ❞     she replies, the slightest twitch of a smile on her lips.  a reach of her hand to grab a flute of champagne or wine off a passing caterer, which she then passes to stephen.     ❝ drink.  blend in. ❞     one of them had to be drinking, everyone else was.  a flicker of her gaze to him, a hand lifted to his elbow if only to play up their act.     ❝ remember, you are the sorcerer supreme and i am the scarlet witch, we are not so easily killed. ❞

[existentialflirt]

@strangcrdoctor​

From the mouths of centuries-old babes, he thought. Still, he knew that at heart she was actually quite accurately diagnosing a persistent issue in both of their lives... just with slightly different shapes and executions. Stephen at times felt like the Sanctum and his phone were grand-central station for every hero, demi-hero, and Village grandma that needed something witchy done.

But the silence, the dead, echoing silence when he wasn’t being bothered, was somehow always worse.

“Maybe,” he granted. Folding his book closed, he wandered over to the couches assembled around the hearth, sitting down on his usual armchair. “But whenever I think that, i have to remind myself that I’m rather a stodgy old bat to begin with, and that I shouldn’t look gift company in the mouth. What about you? Who has been speaking over you of late to have you so irritated about this particular issue?”

     “It’s too fast,” Anya --well, she was Anyanka again, now wasn’t she?-- sighed. Usually she’d be too scared to voice such a thing aloud. This place, though. It was so still, seemingly warded from the outside world. Each and every one of them. “I think maybe I’m out of practice.”

     She paced, chewing the very tip of her thumb anxiously. Anya didn’t remember this being so difficult. It certainly wasn’t brain surgery. Woman wronged, wish made, punishment enacted, wash, rinse, repeat, ad nauseum. In fact she was having trouble remembering how much fun she used to have. These days it just felt as though she were constantly trying to meet her quota.

     “I...It’s not like I can’t do it,"Anya insisted, sounding for all the world like she was trying to convince herself of than anyone else. “It’s just...I dunno. Maybe I was human for too long.” 

     Oh, she could practically hear D’Hoffryn scoffing at such a excuse. She’d been human for only a few years, hardly any time at all. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t lived as a human before, even when she’d been a demon the first time around. All those times had only even been cover for her work as a vengeance demon, however. Living truly as a human, if only for that brief time, had changed something in her. Ugh, it was probably something stupid she’d done, like make friends and fall in love. 

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for strangcrdoctor : i would love to send my love to @strangcrdoctor. Kae is a magical (pun intended) writer and a beautiful human being. ever reply is a work of art and i am constantly in awe. be it the threads or headcanons, everything is so beautiful it always warms my heart!!!

[cheeseburgersandwarbirds]

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Oh Gosh!! I just want to scream “NO YOU!” but I’ll also take the compliment. Feed My Ego, Please? -- Well Written Muse

[sevenbulletsavior]

@strangcrdoctor​  /  continued from x

How long had it been since Karen had seen Stephen? Since he had willfully sequestered himself away from society, a pariah to the world at large? Too long...too long and yet when she laid eyes on him again, when she saw that muss of hair that was so familiar and the trembling hands, her heart had fluttered like some schoolgirl who was struck suddenly by Cupid’s arrow. Perhaps it was nothing more than a dream, a wish she held to so vehemently that he would return to her, and perhaps it was his ghost she saw...but she followed anyway. She’d followed and watched him in silence for a moment before she finally spoke up.

The words rang true; there was no lie there, no uncertainty, and as he turned to face her, as he turned and laid eyes on her once more, Karen felt that pang of loss that struck her so hard when he first disappeared.

Did he feel the same way still? 

A glance was given back to the gathering and then another step forward was taken, physical distance put between herself and the gathered group. “Their like only wish they had me,” she corrected Stephen, moving forward with another step to reach a hand up at his wayward hair and brush it aside affectionately. “I’ve never truly belonged to them. Not even now.” A ruse, a façade Karen wore so well because it was required of her. Blue eyes searched his features, studied them, and then her hand dropped to take his, to press it to her breast to feel the heartbeat there.

“I’ve always belonged to you. That has never changed, Stephen. And it never will.”

[xagentcarter]

@strangcrdoctor​​  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

shuffled: “(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons” by Nat King Cole

“I love you for sentimental reasons. I hope you do believe me -- I’ve given you my heart.”

[delusionland]

@strangcrdoctor [ billy & doc ]

Billy looks either way. 

“SometimespeopleaskmehowmymagicworksandItellthemsomethingpoeticandcoolbutIdontreallyknowhowitworksdoyouknowhowyoursworksordoyoualsojustmakestuffup? Like you know. Sometimes I feel like I’m just saying things and doing things and it just works somehow? Like what i want just happens... For no reason? Like it just magically works?”

Billy lets that statement hang in the world like a big dull knife to his future self. He will be cringing about this for a long time.

“I mean, of course it’s magic, duh, magic is magic, but like... Do you know what I’m trying to say, Dr. Strange, sir? I feel like I’m just throwing darts at a board and seeing what sticks sometimes! It’s ridiculous! Why is magic so weird. Awesome, but weird. Do you know what I mean?”

“Also, nice to meet you, I’m a big fan, my name is Billy and I’m kind of an Avenger, too!” Billy sticks out his hand with a smile. “Can I have your autograph for my boyfriend and also a selfie to prove to myself and my bio-family later that this is real?”

[laughingmagi]

 @strangcrdoctor​

He could feel it too. The ripple of temptation that flickered up through his skin like the first threats of a tide coming in. The power he channeled, that he could so easily pull in, pushing at what remained of his wearied control had been a risk he'd been balancing for a long time. Rather like stacking sand-bags against the natural flux of the Mississippi River Delta - a putative stop-gap for an inevitable demise.

"I would give every last ounce of my soul to make sure you wouldn't," he breathed out, something hitching in that traitorous air. "If... when that happens, that will be the only day I will ever ask you to walk away from me and never look back and wonder.

"I would rather have you alive in the world than be the thing that kills you. I would pay any price for that."

     John smiled wolfishly, his bright blue eyes reflecting an unearthly glow. A bit of magic or a trick of the light, it was easy to be reminded that this was a man who was the personal enemy of the Devil. He wasn’t one bit afraid of that crackle of magic. Stephan was powerful and he respected that, but John was no novice either.

     “That’s so American o’ ye,” John laughed. “Wot makes y’think ye’d lose control? Maybe I’d like t’see ye stop wrestlin’ with ghosts.”

     When he stepped in closer, into his space, where his power felt like gravitational pull.  A hand grazed Stephen’s hip and he leaned in to breath against his mouth.

     “Wot makes y’think ye’d hurt me?” John continued softly. “F’that matter wot makes y’think I’d walk away if I saw the worst in ye? I’m kind of a monster too, remember?”