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Doctor Strange (2016)

#cool #doctor strange #mcu #stephen strange

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“I will give you the power you seek,” the Fae lady said, “but in exchange, I will take your firstborn child.” “Alright, so when do you want to meet my parents?” “Wait, what?” “When do you want to get married?” “Hold on, now…”

#that would actually be a fun little plot #writers #writers on tumblr

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“counterspell” or as i like to call it “Nuh uh”

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The mysterious Golden Bullet

Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era

And to this day…

#the thing I love about Good Omens is you can put them in any era and it not be an AU #doesn’t matter what time period. they were there. #good omens #crowley #aziraphale

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Yall someone on reddit made a list of reverse writing tropes as prompts and I'm losing my damn mind over them:

I want to write something for each and every one of these. I already have ideas for some of them holy shit I love these 🤣

#writing prompts #reverse trope writing prompts

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Always the writer, never the reader.

#felt #and that’s if I have time to #writers on tumblr #writer memes #fanfic

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The reason behind Stephen’s tendency to self-isolation

Today I’d like to invite you to analyze Stephen’s behavior behind the act of isolation. As we all know, to be the Master of the Mystic Arts and Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme implies already a certain level of detachment. Stephen is quite aware that his soul and mind are on a superior level, while his body is a temporary vessel that allows him to live in this plane. Even his existence was neglected when he overcame Death herself. He doesn’t fear dying anymore.

For this very reason, Stephen’s only connection to this world is his bonds of affection. All these beloved people he holds dear give him a safe ground to walk before the inexplicable magnificence of the universe. When you face entities daily and have seen the world reshaped several times, the only thing that can keep your feet on the ground is precisely these special bonds. It gives him purpose and the sense of reality. They are his anchor on a storm of chaos.

But there are also many elements in his mind that act as an opposite force to his safe harbor, such as guilt, self-loathing and fear. Stephen sometimes is portrayed as an egoic man, yet this is just the shallowest of his many layers as a character. For those who know him deeply, it’s pretty clear that he doubts himself as a person quite often. He’s a brilliant neurosurgeon and the most powerful sorcerer in this dimension, but his subjectivity? His capacity for standing relationships? That’s where he crumbles. He strongly believes he’s a failure and doesn’t deserve affection. He doesn’t deserve to be loved. And it pains him. It pains him to know that he’s the source of suffering for those he loves the most.

Stephen wants to be good so badly, yet he can’t see goodness within. Not after what he has done through the years. He performed dark magic, he has been corrupted by it. He walked dark ways in the name of the greater good. There’s this unshakeable, endless feeling of filthiness, of repulse. And that, that he’s able to stand. After all, his self-loathing is there to assure that his hands are dirty and, for that, he deserves to feel pain. 

But what he can’t stand is when he hurts people he loves the most. Every time he disappoints them, it hurts him deeply, an irreversible scar craved into the core of his very soul. Because it proves that he’s a failure, that he doesn’t deserve to be loved. And as he keeps hurting them over and over and over and over, the more he falls into the darkness, fear, sorrow and guilt. These feelings are like claws, gripping and squeezing him. And whenever he can’t breathe anymore, that’s when he runs in order to punish himself with isolation.

He’s terribly, hopelessly afraid of being responsible for their suffering, whether in the form of physical harm or emotional pain. He couldn’t forgive himself. So he’d rather be alone. It’s “easier” for him to live alone because this way he won’t hurt those people. And yes, it’s incredibly painful to be lonely, but not as painful as having his fears confirmed, especially when they constantly whisper that he’s incapable of being good, that he hurts anyone that comes closer, that he’s indeed a bad person.

Stephen doesn’t go for isolation because he doesn’t want people around him. He goes for it because this way he can’t hurt them. It feels like being locked away from others as if you were a menace, a threat. That’s how little Stephen thinks of himself. And every time a dear person walks away, it confirms these convictions. No matter how hard he tries to change, no matter how much he gives up on himself, it all ends the same. And it scares him deeply because when you deal with a situation which provides the same result, and you’re the only pattern among several variables, it only proves you’re the problem. You’re the source. And you must be isolated in order to guarantee the safety of the rest.

It’s only logical when there are all these negative feelings inhabiting one’s mind. And Stephen is a rational man. It’s also valid to point that this behavior is very common in people struggling with symptoms of depression, which is even sadder for him. After all, how could he explain the matters of the heart when he has seen beyond the matters of soul, mind and existence itself?

Stephen is a really, really deep character. And I do hope that someday he finds his way to happiness, acceptance and love. Yes, maybe he’s not entirely good, but again, who is? He’s the perfect example of balance in the real life. And that’s precisely what makes him the best hero of all. He deserves the world.

#reblogged before will reblog again #i love him so much #stephen strange #doctor strange

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Clea Strange

The huge wave of AI generated aberrations that are invading the Clea/Strange tag made me do the impossible and actually pushed me to finish this big illustration that was 90% done in 2022 and just needed some final adjustments to be finished 💜✨

I previously published only the movie version but this was how the illustration was meant to be, featuring a whole range of looks Clea had through the years! Clockwise around MCU Clea: the first, "Steve Ditko" version, the straight-haired Clea from the 70s, the super curly 80s version, the most recent post-DoDS "witchy" look, and the beautiful look from the 2016 Annual look.

This was a massive effort and after two years there are things I would redraw from scratch, but I still hope you'll like it 💕

Please do not repost without credits! Comments and reblogs are welcomed!

#clea strange #fanart #marvel

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

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ok so I was looking at the list of conspirators for the assassination of Caesar on Wikipedia (not exactly super reliable but I’m gonna roll with it) and guess what I found

Peter Capaldi plays caecilius in the fires of Pompeii and at some point during the episode I think he says something about moving to Rome (but don’t quote me on that it’s been awhile since I’ve watched the episode). but, the most important thing is

THIS MAN STABBED CAESAR

And if Donna and the Doctor didn’t save him or his family, then history could’ve turned out completely differently because one person was missing from the let’s-kill-Caesar squad

I desperately want to know if this was one purpose and no I’m never getting over it

#doctor who #peter capaldi #julius caesar

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'It's Not the Years, Honey - It's the Mileage'

a Whumped Doctor Strange one-shot

Inspired by a couple of pre Multiverse of Madness articles comparing Stephen Strange to Indiana Jones😉😁

genre: whump, hurt/comfort, light humor

rating: general audience

characters: Stephen Strange, Tess O'Neill (Healer of Kamar-Taj, OFC); established relationship; Cloak of Levitation

word count: 1.9k

It was supposed to have been date night, but Stephen was overdue. Three hours overdue. Again. Tess had taken these things in stride, right from the start. After all, you can’t be lucky enough to be the significant other of the Sorcerer Supreme without being incredibly patient, understanding, and flexible. Besides which, he was always so adorable when he finally found his way home, sincere in his apologies, and more often than not, presenting her with a fresh bouquet, which he managed to conjure even before he uttered a single word. Tonight’s transgression was bound to be a two dozen roses mea culpa--and she just knew he’d make them her favorite: pale pink American Beauties.

Not that he ever needed to. His company was dear enough recompense for any time he kept her waiting. Except for the worrying, of course, but Tess had quickly adjusted to that, and so far she hadn’t made any complaint, no matter how late her Stephen managed to show up. She’d rather spend their precious time on more pleasant pursuits--and on showing him however she could, how happy he made her simply by being...him. 

And so, Tess had adjusted down their plans. First, from dinner out and a movie, to take-out and the latest blu-ray release. And then from that, to something she could whip up, quick and easy, in the Sanctum’s smaller kitchen. Stephen was bound to be hungry when he arrived, and she had a hearty pot of stew simmering on the stove and a batch of honey cornbread ready to pop into the oven while he cleaned up. 

Tess had just given the stew another stir, when she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned to find Cloak looking battle singed and...well...harried. How this being without a face could express such a wide range of emotions was a continual wonder to her--but right now her immediate reaction was to ask if Stephen was alright. 

Cloak’s collar shook a clear ‘no’, and then it tugged at her arm, to get her moving. She turned off the stove and moved the stewpot to another burner, and followed Cloak down the grand staircase. And there sat Stephen on the third step, head bowed and shoulders hunched, his bloodstained tunic rent in several places. Tess’s heart leapt to her throat, though she tried to remain calm, realizing that he needed her as a Healer tonight, far more than as the woman who loved him. 

She dropped to one knee in front of him, noting that the shelf of his jaw bore a dark bruise, and that he had a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose, a black eye and a split lip. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching her sure hands towards him, studying his wounds with practiced eyes, evaluating which she should address first. Thankfully, the blood on his clothing was dried, so that Tess concluded he wasn’t actively bleeding. “What happened,” she asked quietly, concerned to see him breathe shallowly, as breathing any deeper appeared to make him wince. 

“You don’t wanna know,” he muttered, as she placed both of her palms on his chest and closed her eyes, searching for any internal damage. 

“Ow...ow...ow...owwwwwwww,” he grumbled, “Is this really necessary?” 

Cloak was flitting back and forth, giving the closest approximation of pacing as possible. “It certainly is, as well you know...Doctor.” To that he only grunted, then followed with a heavy groan when she palpated his lower ribs and abdomen. “Stephen,” she informed him patiently, “You’ve got at least three cracked ribs...” 

“I know,” he replied curtly, “Don’t you think I know that?”

Tess tried to placate him. “Of course you do--but there’s no need to be pissy about it. It’ll just take a simple healing spell to start them knitting properly together.” 

“I...know,” he repeated through gritted teeth, attempting to stand. Cloak had to swoop in to keep him from landing hard on his bottom. 

Tess rose and wiped her hands on her denim capris. “Cloak, can you get him up to the infirmary, so I can take care of him properly?” 

Cloak nodded, but Stephen had other ideas. “No infirmary--just get me to my room...” 

Honestly, doctors really do make the worst patients, she thought, although she held her tongue, telling Stephen instead, “Nope. It’s the infirmary for you.” He huffed, but didn’t speak up. “And that’s Healer’s orders, Stephen. I outrank you in this, at least for the moment...” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled dismissively. He handed her his sling ring, “We can portal there--it’ll be quicker and a less bumpy trip than relying on...” He wagged his head in Cloak’s direction. 

Tess had to suppress a chuckle, as Cloak’s reaction to that perceived insult was to turn its back to Stephen. “Alright,” she sighed, slipping his ring on and bringing the golden circle to life. She returned to his side and offered him a hand to help him stand up. “Just lean on me, and we’ll be there in a jiffy.” 

She could feel his aversion to appearing so needy, even as he braced himself with an arm across her shoulders, but knew well that it wasn’t on her account. Stephen generally disliked showing weakness to anyone, although as their relationship had blossomed, his trust in her had been enough for him to reveal much of what he hid from the world behind sarcasm and bravado. Tess had always taken such precious trust as both a privilege and an honor. Stiff lipped against his pain and leaning on her heavily, they hobbled through the portal and Tess led him to sit on the nearest bed. 

The infirmary was empty but for them, and she took a moment to close the portal, and then rushed to gather her supplies. Disinfectant and a basin of warm water, along with a washcloth and the softest, fluffiest towel she could conjure, for after she got him cleaned up. And bandages. Lots and lots of bandages. Tess returned to Stephen’s side to find him struggling to remove his tunic. She set down her things, telling him, “Here...let me...” 

“I’ve...got...this.” he grunted, though it was clearly hurting him to raise his arms above his head. 

“No. No you don’t,” she corrected him gently, “Please--just let me do my job, Stephen.” 

“Alright...alright...” He did his best to relax as she worked the garment over his head and off. Tess gasped at the network of contusions across his shoulders and upper chest. “Dammit, Tess...that hurts!” 

“I know, darling. I know.” To her relief, most of his bruises appeared superficial. “Let’s start by getting you cleaned up, okay.” Stephen nooded, and closed his eyes as she washed the cut on his nose, and several shallow scratches on his cheeks and chin, finally seeing to the split on his lower lip. 

Next, she addressed the wounds on his back, circling behind him and perching on the edge of the bed. She was relieved again to find that they were rather shallow as well, and made quick work of cleansing them. Tess chose that moment to speak to him as his woman, rather than as a Healer. “You know--you’re extremely fit for a man your age, darling. But it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more careful out there.”

“It’s not the years, honey...” he snorted, “...it’s the mileage...” Stephen had stiffened despite her gentle approach, but when she applied the disinfectant, he hissed out a string of very un-Stephen-like curses. 

“Don’t be such a baby,” she muttered, her patience beginning to strain.

“I’m not,” he responded petulantly. 

Coulda fooled me, she thought, but bit back that retort. A few minutes more and she had his wounds properly bandaged. Tess set aside the basin and the towel, telling him, “Now let’s see about those ribs. Do you think you can lay back? It’ll be easier that way.” 

“Of course I can,” he barked, “I’m not an invalid, you know.” 

No, you’re just the crankiest Master of the Mystic Arts that I've ever encountered. Bravest and most selfless too, so I suppose I can forgive your churlishness.

He winced when she placed her hands on his shoulders, helping to ease him onto his back. Closing her eyes again, she skimmed her hands above the skin covering his damaged ribs, whispering the charm needed to bolster his body’s natural healing ability. Satisfied that she had succeeded once she could feel the spell take root, Tess pulled her hands away and opened her eyes. Stephen’s were closed, and his face had gone slack with a look of relief. Good enough, she concluded, hoping he would sleep a long while to aid in healing. 

Still, she thought she could do a little something to speed the reduction in the nastiest of his contusions--and it would be best to try while he was asleep. She reached tentative fingers to Stephen’s right shoulder. His eyes flew open with a start, “Owwwwww...that’s still tender, you know!” 

“I’m just trying to help...” 

“Well...I don’t need a nurse anymore,” he groused, “I just want to sleep.” 

“If you let me see to these now, you’ll feel much better in the morning...” Tess trailed her fingertips along his jaw, channeling her own energy into relieving his pain. “Any better?”

"A little,” he pouted, “But it hurts...almost everywhere...”

There seemed to be no pleasing him this way--but still, it was her nature to try. Exasperated, she blurted out, “Well, dammit, Stephen--where doesn’t it hurt?” 

Looking defiant, he showed her his elbow, “Here.” Tess laid the softest kiss she could upon it. 

“And...and here,” he added, pointing to his forehead, his whole demeanor softening in response to her tenderness. Cautiously, Tess leaned in and planted a loving kiss there. Momentum had turned in her favor. 

Stephen pointed to his un-blackened eye, “Um...here?”

Tess smiled softly, watching his eyes flutter shut, and then brushed her lips as lightly as she could upon his eyelid. There was a moment as her face hovered over his, and the look when he opened his eyes made her heart start to melt--for within their mercurial depths, she saw both gratitude and an apology for his childish behavior. Stephen tapped his lips and murmured, “Here.” 

She wondered if he felt her indulgent smile as their lips finally met, but before too long their kiss had gone from chaste to something deeper and more enduring, as he relaxed completely under her loving ministration. When she finally pulled away, Tess found that her kiss had worked a magic of its own, and her beloved Stephen was out like a light. 

Tess arose and draped the sheet across him lightly, then levitated the next bed over and landed it flush against his. Her hunch was that he’d sleep through the night, but she wanted to be close by if he should need her. 

Come morning, she awoke to find him gone--can’t keep a good Sorcerer down for long, she mused--but in his place, he’d left three dozen pale pink American Beauties, and a small piece of handwritten parchment. It was brief but to the point:  

Thank you, honey. For everything. Love - your Stephen xx

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#other people’s writing #doctor strange fan fiction #Doctor strange

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1) David Tennant is nominated for Macbeth for Best Actor Olivier Award

2) Well, well, well, look who has been announced as one of the presenters :)

The Olivier awards will take place on Sunday 14 April at the Royal Albert Hall and broadcasted via ITV :)

#david tennant #michael sheen #the way those two are just a set at this point

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The perfect line by @xenocorner Follow the artist and share their artwork!

Color by me

#bro this is so cool #the choice of colours omg- #also the sparkles and and patterns and the suit highlights and the dagger i'm- #stephen strange #doctor strange #marvel fanart

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“You’re supposed to be a myth.”

Throwback to my take on Wanda finding the Scarlet Witch temple/statue based on MoM posters and trailers, because I just realized I never posted this here

#marvel #marvel fanart #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #multiverse of madness

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Not gonna specifically tag anyone…but reblog if you feel like it and put yours in the tags.

#m. k. eucalyptus #the grey cat #nice