#victor strange

[noxioussalad]

[thesetwoidiots]

Eugene, to Stephen: *Quietly* Son, I understand wantin' to show off how powerful ya are now that you're a magician and whatnot-

Stephen, just as quiet: Sorcerer, Pa.

Eugene: Whatever. But didja have to "fall in love" with a Stark of all people? Sure, he's smart in his own way, but he don't have a lick of sense when it comes to this lifestyle!

Stephen: Now, Pa, that isn't true-

Eugene: *Gestures to Tony, Who's Failing Spectacularly to Wrangle and Kill a Hog*

Stephen: ...Okay, so maybe he has a bit of a dilemma going on, but he's trying.

Tony: *Nearly Gets Trampled by the Hog*

Victor: *Swoops in and Kills the Hog* Dinner's set!

Tony: I meant to do all that!

Stephen, sighing: Oh, Tony...

[doctorofmagic]

HE'S A GOOD BOI Y'ALL 😭

Doctor Strange #17 (2024)

[heckcareoxytwit]

Bats was telling the history of Men and Dogs to Baron Mordo and the magic snakes in the middle of the ritual when the God of the Dogs appears to them. As the Dog God asks why he had been summoned, Bats replied that the world had gone dark from the vampire invasion and he needs his help in saving Doctor Strange and Wong. The Dog God agrees to Bats' plea to help him out. Outside the Mirror Dimension, Wong has been exhausted from running and he is cornered by Victor-Doctor Strange (Victor Strange's spirit possessing the body of the vampirized Stephen Strange). Before Victor-Doctor Strange could bite Wong, the mirrors shatter around them and the Dog God with Bats' face appears before them. While Bats-God is engaged in a battle with Victor-Doctor Strange, Wong sees a couple of magic snakes and Baron Mordo. Even though Wong is glad that he's saved, he is not happy to see Baron Mordo. Bats-God bites Victor Strange's spirit and extracts him from Doctor Strange's body. Doctor Strange is freed from not only the evil spirit, he is also cured from vampirism. As Victor Strange is finally defeated, the Dog God leaves Bats and bids his farewell to the ghost dog. Much to Wong's dismay, Baron Mordo takes the defeated Victor Strange to the portal.

Doctor Strange v6 #17, 2024

[doctorstrangehands]

Stevie (Pilot Chapter)

note: this will go to ao3 at some point

Tuesday, November 18, 1997

Stephen Strange woke to the sound of his mother’s soft voice carrying through the haze of sleep. “Stevie, sweetheart, time to wake up,” Beverly called, her tone warm and soothing as the faint creak of the old farmhouse’s wooden floors announced her presence. “Happy birthday, darling. Seventeen today.”

Stephen groaned, burying his face deeper into his pillow. His mother’s words were meant to comfort and celebrate but only reminded him of the weight that pressed against his chest every waking moment—especially on mornings like this. He didn’t want to be seventeen. Didn’t want to face the milestone without her.

“Stevie, don’t make me come in there. Breakfast is almost ready, and you’ve got chores before school.” Beverly’s voice held a playful tone, though Stephen could hear the tinge of annoyance in her voice.

“I’m up,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“Good,” she replied with a satisfied hum before her footsteps retreated down the hallway.

Stephen sat up reluctantly, the thin morning light filtering through the curtains of his bedroom. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, but no amount of effort could dispel the heaviness that lingered. Today was supposed to be a celebration, but all it felt like was a cruel reminder of everything he’d lost.

It had been almost ten years since Donna died. Almost a decade since that bright, laughing girl had been taken from him. His baby sister, his partner-in-crime, the one person who had made this lonely, dusty farm feel like home. Gone, just like that and yet he was still here.

He ran a hand through his dark hair and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floorboards sent a shiver up his spine. But the shame and guilt that simmered inside wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. He’d been the one who had lived, and every year that passed without her felt like another year stolen from her memory.

Stephen glanced at the framed photograph on his nightstand. Donna, grinning ear to ear, her arm slung around his neck as they both beamed at the camera. They couldn’t have been more than six and seven, their faces smudged with dirt from a day spent exploring the woods behind the farm.

“You should have taken me,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he stared at her frozen smile. “Not her. Me.”

He’d screamed them at the sky so many times, cursed a God he wasn’t sure he believed in. If God was real, then why had He let Donna die? Why had He taken the best part of Stephen's life and left him with this aching emptiness?

“Stevie, come on!” Beverly’s voice called again.

Stephen forced himself to stand, dragging his feet as he crossed the room to pull on his jeans. He twisted around to throw on an old band t-shirt and flannel shirt. He caught his reflection in the small mirror by the dresser. Haunted eyes stared back at him, too tired for someone so young. 

“I should’ve died,” he muttered, the words bitter on his tongue. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, glaring at his reflection. “God, you’re cruel. You took her and left me. Why? What’s the point of this?”

He turned away quickly and was unable to bear the sight himself. As he headed downstairs, the smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee wafted through the air. The familiar scents tugged at something inside him, a faint reminder of what he still had, but it wasn’t enough to fill the void. Nothing ever was.

The kitchen smelled of butter and toast, a warmth that should have felt comforting but didn’t quite reach Stephen. He stepped into the small,cozy room and was immediately greeted by his mother, who pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Happy birthday, Stevie,” Beverly said softly, with a smile. Her hazel eyes sparkled with affection, though there was a shadow of worry behind them, as there always was these days.

“Thanks, Ma,” he replied, his voice barely above a murmur. He slipped into his usual seat at the table, keeping his eyes downcast.

Eugene Strange sat across from him, his presence as heavy and still as a stone. He held a cup of coffee in silence, the lines on his face deepened by years of sorrow and bitterness. He didn’t look up and didn’t acknowledge Stephen’s arrival.

Victor, who was sitting beside their father was busy fiddling with a fork, his youthful energy barely contained. At thirteen, he still had the roundness of a child’s face, but his sharp blue eyes seemed to take in everything. When he noticed Stephen sit down, he smiled faintly. “Happy birthday, Stevie.”

Stephen gave him a small smile in return. “Thanks, Vic.”

Beverly set a plate of eggs and toast in front of him with a carefulness that felt almost ceremonial. “There you go, sweetheart. Eat up. And happy birthday again. I love you, Stevie,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Love you too, Ma.” Stephen said quietly,staring down at his plate.

The scrape of Eugene’s fork against his plate was sharp in the silence. Stephen’s shoulders tensed, waiting for the usual wave of resentment to come crashing down. His father didn’t speak, but the way he stared briefly at Stephen—hard, cold, accusing—was enough.

Eugene hadn’t forgiven him. Stephen doubted he ever would.

He remembered the day Donna died as if it were yesterday. The shattering of the ice, the water, his frantic screams, the overwhelming helplessness as he fought to save her and failed. He had done everything he could, but it hadn’t been enough. Eugene… Eugene saw it as failure.

Beverly moved around the kitchen, humming softly as she worked. She was the glue holding the family together and the only one who still spoke of Donna with warmth instead of blame.

“Don’t forget to pick up the mail after breakfast, Stevie,” Beverly said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “And maybe take Victor with you. ”

Victor nudged him under the table with his foot, grinning. “I’ll race you to the mailbox.”

For a brief moment, Stephen let out a small chuckle. “You’ll lose,” he said, trying to match his little brother’s energy.

Eugene’s fork clattered against his plate as he stood, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the floor. He didn’t say a word as he left the kitchen, his presence vanishing like a storm cloud.

The silence he left behind was suffocating. Beverly’s hum lowered for a moment before she regained it, her back turned as she tidied the counter.

Victor looked at Stephen again, his smile dimming. “Don’t worry about him,” he said in a low voice.

Stephen forced another smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, don’t worry about him,” he whispered.

As he picked at his breakfast, Stephen’s thoughts drifted to Donna again. To her laugh, her bright eyes, the way she used to call him Stevie and jump on his back. He missed her so much it hurt, and that hurt only deepened the rift between him and his father.

Beverly sat down beside him, her hand brushing his. “You’re a good boy, Stevie,” she said softly, her voice was full of a mother’s love. He had the unshakable belief he didn’t feel he deserved it.

“Thanks, Ma.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

[why-i-love-comics]

Doctor Strange #12 - "Ghost Story" (2024)

written by Jed MacKay art by Danilo S. Beyruth & Kj Diaz

[comicwaren]

From Doctor Strange Vol. 6 #012, “Ghost Story”

Art by Danilo S. Beyruth and KJ Díaz

Written by Jed MacKay

[burningfudge]

Oh. My. God.

Doctor Strange (2023) #17

[nerds-yearbook]

Doctor Strange's vampire youngest brother Victor "Vic" Strange was introduced in Doctor Strange Sorcerer Supreme 10, cover date of November, 1989. He was created by Roy Thomas, Dann Thomas, and Jackson Guice. ("The Vampire Strikes Back", "The Book of Vishanti: The Curse of the Darkhold Part II - The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans", Dr Strange Sorcerer Supreme 10#, Marvel Comic Event)

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump Day 9: Necromancy

Title: your soul lives in my heart

Rating: Gen

Words: 403

Summary:

Stephen learns of Victor's death.

read it on Ao3 or under the cut👇

Stephen had found out that Victor had been killed in a hit and run shortly after Dormammu.

Wong had told him over breakfast, trying to be as gentle as possible. Stephen knew that Wong was trying, but the pain still dug it's claws deep into his soul. He and Victor hadn’t gotten along very well as children, but he had reached out to Stephen after he published his first paper. Victor had known that Stephen wanted to be a neurosurgeon, and after he had cut his family off, Victor had read everything on neurosurgery, watching the medical field like a hawk just to find his brother. They had reconnected that way, and Victor had been there when Stephen was at the height of his career, and he had been there, knocking some sense into him after his crash.

They had lost contact again when Stephen had found Kamar-Taj. Stephen has missed him, then way too wrapped up in his new life to reach out, and now Victor was dead.

Stephen had stared at the wall behind Wong, feeling tears start to drip down his face. Wong offered him a tissue. Stephen whispered that it was all his fault for not reaching out, for not being a good older brother. Wong awkwardly pulled him into a hug and Stephen cried until his hollow tears died up, leaving him with an aching determination.

He shook Wong’s concerned questions, and his comforting presence, off and made his way to the library. Somewhere, hidden in the back of the library, was a room where the forbidden texts lay. Nothing was truly forbidden in Kamar-taj, but some things were too dangerous to be kept in the public view, so a room was designed to hold the lost rituals.

Stephen knew that there had to be a book on necromancy. Calling forth the spirits of the dead. Resurrection. He knew because he had put it there.

Wiping away another wave of stubborn tears, Stephen unlocked the door. If he could single-handedly defeat a cosmic being feared among the multiverse and survive, something that most hardened Sorcerers were unable to accomplish, then what was stopping him from resurrecting his dead brother, consequences be damned.

Besides, Victor was the only one to have loved him, to have supported him through his self-made hell. And if he could fix Victor, then he could fix Donna and finally, his family would be complete.

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[gotham-at-nightfall]

Doctor Strange #16

[thesetwoidiots]

Beverly: Stephen!

Stephen: Mom! *Sees Eugene* Father. *Sees Victor* Victor.

Victor, obviously just as disgusted: Stephen.

Tony, trying to prevent an argument: Tony, Peter, Morgan!

Peter and Morgan: Hi!

[doctorofmagic]

Victor will pay for toying with Wong's love for Stephen 😭

Doctor Strange #16 (2024)

[geekcavepodcast]

“Crypt of Shadows” Returns for 2023

Crypt of Shadows is a one-shot of scary stories for Halloween.

In addition to a framing story hosted by Victor Strange, the younger brother of Doctor Strange, from writer Al Ewing and artist Paul Davidson, stories in the 2023 edition of Crypt of Shadows are:

a Deadpool story featuring the Living Mummy from writer Cavan Scott and artist Devmalya Pramanik,

a Scarlet Witch tale featuring a new villain called the Bricklayer from writer Steve Orlando and artist Paul Azaceta,

a Werewolf by Night and the Hulk story from writer Sarah Gailey and artist Eder Messias, and 

a Daredevil and Man-Thing team-up from writer Declan Shalvey and artist Alex Lins.

Crypt of Shadows #1, featuring a cover by Leinil Francis Yu, goes on sale on October 18, 2023.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Leinil Francis Yu’s Cover of Crypt of Shadows #1)

[heckcareoxytwit]

Wong is trying to figure out what to do with the vampirized Doctor Strange while the astral form of Doctor Strange is away. Meanwhile, Victor Strange takes advantage of the situation by possessing the body of Doctor Strange and makes him attack Wong. In the middle of the fight, Wong recognizes the entity who possessed his best friend as Victor Strange the evil brother of Doctor Strange. Wong learns that Victor Strange and evil-Blade are seemingly behind the vampire attacks on all over the world. Despite all his efforts in kicking and punching, Wong could not bare to stab the vampirized and possessed Doctor Strange with a stake. Victor-Doctor Strange lets him go and laughs at Wong as he begins to play a sadistic game. Unknown to Wong, he is watched over by Bats, Baron Mordo and the snakes who are trapped inside the Mirror Dimension. Bats, Mordo and the snakes gather around the magic circle as they vow to save Wong, Doctor Strange and the world.

Doctor Strange v6 #16, 2024

[tomoleary]

Jackson Guice Doctor Strange: Sorcerer Supreme #14 Victor Strange (1990) Source

Colorist uncredited