#Donna Strange

[mckiwi]

Y’all ever think about the fact that Stephen probably had to do a whole unit over drowning and water rescue while in med school.

#me for my first aid class rn #donna strange #stephen strange #doctor strange #dr strange #marvel

[airas-story]

The Ice

Stephen stepped out onto the ice, slowly and carefully, listening for any warning creaks.

It felt solid beneath him—an illusion, always an illusion—and he kept moving, slowly but surely toward the middle of the lake.

He felt alone, isolated on this frozen lake, surrounded by trees whose leaves had fallen and were now covered in a layer of frost and snow.

His breath came out in gusts of white, too fast and too quickly, a sign that he was not as composed as he wanted to be.

For a moment the ice seemed to creak beneath him and the cloak fluttered, as though moments away from pulling Stephen away and to the safety of the lake’s bank.

“No,” he told them, quiet but firm. “I have to do this.”

The cloak went tight around his shoulders, a firm embrace to protect Stephen from the cold.

It was a failed attempt. The icy cold inside his chest was far worse than the cold of the wind that nipped at him.

The dream—nightmare—the past few nights haunted him. It had been brought on by a rip between their dimension and the nightmare realm. The rip had been repaired, but that didn’t make the dream any easier to bear, now that it had been stirred up again.

It was an old nightmare, one that he’d thought he’d left behind years ago, as age and time had scarred the rip in his heart.

He closed his eyes and he saw the nightmare again.

Stephen, Donna whispered, the sound as chilling as an arctic wind. Her face was pale and her lips blue from where they’d frozen. Her eyes were empty, so very, very empty. Why didn’t you save me?

He swallowed. I tried, he thought. I tried. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry it—I—wasn’t enough.

It was the first and greatest failure of his life. The first real one, the one that had lit the fire beneath him that had demanded excellence, perfection, that had demanded that he never fail again.

Because the first failure had almost killed him.

Now, now he’d failed so many, interminable times, that his old fears felt almost laughable. Almost.

Because this? This was something he’d never be able to laugh about.

He reached the middle of the lake, and for a moment he could see them spinning around him. It was him and Donna, playing tag on the ice. She’d been it and he’d been racing away from her. He could hear them echoing like ghosts in his ears. Laughing.

The memory was visceral. A part of him thought that if he reached out he could catch her as she raced past him, that he could pull her close and keep her safe.

But he couldn’t, the figures running past him were nothing more than memories, and the laughter he could hear echoing in his ears was nothing more than his heart’s own haunting.

He’d been laughing when the ice had cracked. Had been laughing when she’d fallen through the ice.

It had been years before he’d laughed again.

He knelt slowly, could feel the cold of the ice against his knees where it seeped through the fabric of his pants.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He was talking to a ghost, a phantom from years past who couldn’t hear him, would never hear him. “I miss you,” he added. Because it was true, because after all these years it had to be said, because after all this time he had to let her go.

For a moment he could imagine her in front of him, eyes warm and smile so real it ached. There was never anything to forgive, the haunting whispered. I love you.

Stephen held onto it as though it were real.

He wondered what sort of woman Donna would have become. She had always been so brave, so fearless. She had lived bright and vivaciously. She had loved so fiercely.

The world was a darker place than it could have been, without her in it.

He didn’t know how long he knelt there, trying to put to rest the grief, trying to let go of the nightmare.

Donna was gone.

Stephen remained.

A shiver ran down his spine. It took effort to move, to push himself back to his feet.

In the end, the cloak helped him make it to his feet. He let out a heavy breath, watching the cloud of white disperse into the air.

The sun was starting to go down, Stephen noted as he stared up at the sky. How long had he been out here? The cold seemed to have penetrated through to the deepest layers of him. The wind nipped at his skin, his lips chapped, his cheeks frozen.

He made the slow trek off of the ice, listening once again for the cracks of the ice beneath him. The ice creaked, a low moan. The cloak flared again as though to lift him to safety, but it was unnecessary. The ice held firm beneath him.

Still, the cloak seemed to be pushing for him to move more quickly. To make his way off the ice.

He stepped onto the bank, firm ground beneath him and the cloak seemed to slump in relief.

“It wasn’t that scary,” Stephen murmured to the cloak gently. “It’s just ice.”

It was more than that, it was so much more than that. Both he and the cloak knew it, but Stephen wouldn’t put it to words, and the cloak couldn’t.

He turned away from the ice and felt the nightmare haunting him fade. Perhaps not gone, perhaps never gone. But for a moment, there was peace.

#stephen strange #fic #donna strange #nightmares #kind of weird writing a non IronStrange #I'll be back on my IronStrange train soon

[doctorofmagic]

They're the same picture.

#donna strange #chaotic babies unite!

[fanartka]

I have a story in my head where Stephen found a way to his sister Donna. Maybe to another world, where it was not she who died, but her brother Stephan. Or maybe once a year, with a special arrangement of stars, her soul may appear to him along with a cloud of fireflies. And they can spend time together, talking, Strange can entertain her with some kind of magical performances, and in the morning they leave, calmed and happy.

#donna strange #strange family #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #ai doctor strange #ai art #imagine #idea for fic

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

[excerpt from an upcoming Stephen Strange x Hope Collins fic]

🎄Wrapped Up In Christmas Memories🎄

(Indulge me, if you will? Not sure if I'll be able to complete this story by Christmas, let alone the New Year ~ but the need to write this part is strong upon me, while my loves for Stephen and for Story compell me...)

genre: angst, catharsis, healing...and above all, love ❤️

characters: Stephen Strange, Hope Collins (OFC); established relationship

word count: 1.2k-ish

...Beverly Strange had been a music teacher before she ever became a farmer's wife. And for most of her life--despite how stony her husband grew over the years, grimly implacable in the face of what he found to be frivolous--she had done her best to fill their household with music. It was no fluke that Stephen developed such a great love for music that his prodigious intellect maintained a mental catalog of music trivia encompassing multiple genres.

Beverly had given private piano lessons as much for fulfillment as for the extra money the family had needed in lean years on the farm. Until the birth of Stephen's younger brother Victor, she had volunteered as Choir Director at the community's small Lutheran church. Stephen could remember spending many an afternoon in the weeks leading up to Christmas and Easter in the choir loft, coloring quietly and humming along while Beverly conducted practice. Once her youngest child, Donna, had been old enough to sit in a church pew under Stephen's supervision (for their father rarely attended weekly services) Beverly had resumed a place in the choir and was often featured as a soloist during the holidays. Stephen had been damn proud watching his mother sing her favorite carol, 'Oh, Holy Night'; how straight she had stood, free of his father's angry shadow, and of how flawlessly (to him, anyway) her notes had risen--in his child's mind he had been sure they had reached Heaven itself.

Most of all, though, he had always been proud to see when some parishioner or another was moved to tears by the purity of her rendition. Decades later, he could easily recall that feeling if he allowed himself to remember, could hear her in his mind--but the pain of Donna's death and the toll it wreaked upon his mother usually precluded him from indulging in such sentimental recall. Beverly's music had fallen mute the day his sister had drowned; she had never sung in church again, nor had Stephen ever heard her sing in their own home in the too short years that followed before her grief prematurely aged her into an early grave.

Stephen himself had adopted a stoic mien in the wake of losing Donna, internalizing the blame he felt for failing to save her, and by extension, their mother. Nearly two decades later, it still hurt too damn much to remember the first--and very rare--people who had loved him unconditionally, as both had been lost to him well before their time. And as his most vibrant memories of them included Christmastimes, he had turned his back on all but the most superficial of holiday celebrations.

He kept his painful thoughts and memories buried deep and had only confessed them to Christine (whom he realized in retrospect was the third soul to have loved him unconditionally) one sloppy, drunken night two months after his accident. She had given him what solace she could, gently urging him to not be so hard on himself, reminding him that both Donna and Beverly would wish for him to seek some healing, and staying with him until he drifted into a dreamless sleep. When she returned to check on him the next day, he had closed himself off again, rejecting her concern as unnecessary. Brushing off the incident as impertinent to his current life and goals.

But now...oh now! A wee bit at a time, Hope--who loved him as unconditionally as his past dear ones--had been chipping away at that wall. Reintroducing Christmas into his life by osmosis, without a hint of pressure for him to embrace the season. As she'd promised four weeks ago, she'd gone about her Christmasing without the sort of fuss that might bother him. With each little Yuletide advance she had made in the Sanctum, he had found himself relaxing and accepting, smiling in concession, happy to play witness to her happiness in the season.

Christmas was still a week away, and Stephen had begun contemplating what sort of gift he might manage for his own Who-girl. He hoped to find a gift that spoke his heart clearly, but each idea that came to him fell flat soon after he thought it up.

Settled comfortably in his study this evening, he was delving into a freshly discovered manuscript that appeared to have been penned by The Ancient One when she had been apprenticed to Merlin, during his tenure as the Londinium Sanctum Master. Though it should have been a fascinating read, Stephen found himself distracted by the question of what to give Hope--and by the carols she was playing in the living room portion of his quarters. Celtic Woman, he told himself with no effort to recall the facts; released October 2006, peak chart position number one on Billboard for US Worldwide Albums. The trilling of the all female group was pleasant enough, but not at all conducive to the study he was attempting.

Meaning to simply ask Hope to lower the volume so he could concentrate, Stephen removed his reading glasses, leaving them to rest atop the open manuscript and then headed the short way to the main room of his suite. The fragrances of cranberry and evergreen greeted him as he drew near, for she'd made a substantial investment in candles for the season, and they were clearly alight as she wrapped presents. Hope was deep in her element and happy to be so.

The music paused between tracks, and when it resumed, it stopped Stephen in his. The opening strains of 'O, Holy Night' filled the air, and in a heartbeat they landed upon him, sending him back to his youth, well before he had known loss and heartbreak. To those crisp, cold Nebraska evenings when his heart had swelled with love and pride to see his mother sing. Unprepared as he was for those powerful images and sounds to fill his senses, Stephen backed away, his eyes prickling with tears of mixed grief and recollection. Tears he'd put off for far too long in his quest to avoid the pain. And yet he knew that just several feet around the corner was the very soul who had given him the exact comfort, love, and strength he'd needed to complete the dreadful journey he had undertaken to save this Universe from Thanos--and that she'd be only too glad to learn this part of his past and help him find healing.

By some remarkable coincidence, or as if she'd heard his thoughts, Hope's answer came unbidden, her voice blending in as though it had been meant to be a message for his ears alone.

'Sweet hymns of joy, in grateful chorus raise we..., ' she sang as his heart seemed to crack open in bittersweet relief. 'Fall on your knees, O hear the angels voices...' Stephen wrapped his arms across his chest while he wept to remember the love and warmth that had been his in the little church and in every moment spent in his mother's company. How had he made himself ignore such a miraculous gift? Surely the joy of it far outweighed the sorrow. How foolish to have gone so long without allowing himself such comfort.

The carol now drew swiftly to it's close, and still his Hope sang sweetly, following the notes faithfully, unaware that she had reawakened a dormant part of his heart. 'O night,' she crooned, in happy harmony with those recorded singers, 'O night divine!' He swiped his tears away with both his palms, deciding he must tell her this part of his story. His reasons for divorcing Christmas from his life. And that he understood at last that every day of this beautiful season, she'd been patiently showing him that love was stronger than even grief...

[to be completed - once I finish the beginning as well!]

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#my writing #Wrapped Up In Christmas Memories #Stephen Strange #angst #though the complete fic will have plenty of fluff #catharsis #Christmas #Christmastime #Christmas at the NYC Sanctum #established relationship #Hope Collins #OFC #OC #Stephen Strange x Hope Collins #Beverly Strange #Donna Strange #The Wizard and the Artist #doctor strange fan fiction #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange fan fiction #stephen strange x ofc #stephen strange x oc #Strangebatch #My Eternal Muse #Benedict Cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch #mcu fan fiction #mcu fanfiction

[shydaydreamer28]

THIS is the real Dr. Strange - tragic & depthful.

How he lost his sister here is even worse than in the comics & explains why he put up "a wall" and became the asshole who doesn't want to care anymore.

Looking at the BTS extra on the DVD, these were people who actually knew & cared about Dr. Strange's character & lore.

The 1 film gave him alot of depth & explored his lore which MCU is allergic to. And who also made his entire emotional arc -

"Boohoo the ex I was never there for, mistreated, and was using for emotional validation doesn't want me."

Lmao, good Lord.

I recommend this Doctor Strange to any fans who have yet to watch.

This may also be the most powerful Dr. Strange - even more so than Supreme given a special ability he has that allowed him to do what no other Strange has.

What is this ability & feat? Watch to find out...😈 mwuhahaha

Lol

#marvel #marvel comics #doctor strange #stephen strange #dr. strange #comics #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #dr. stephen strange #doctor strange the sorcerer supreme (2007) #sorcerer supreme #sorcerer #sorcerers #donna strange #April Strange

[emmajh97]

We Meet Again...

Based on a little story I wrote about Stephen reuniting with his sister ☺️

#marvel #Doctor Strange #Dr Strange #Donna Strange #What If...? #art #fanart #fan comic #Stephen Strange #Multiverse of Madness #America Chavez #Wong

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

The Tragedy of Donna Strange

This article in Marvel.com is everything and more. I love Ben.

Benedict Cumberbatch: “The loss of Donna is basically the bedrock of his motivation as a character. [...] Stephen Stranges in any universe share a 'psychological birthmark' where they try to control death through their ‘artistry, arrogance, and skill.’

“We meet him as a neurosurgeon, somebody who thinks he can control the situation through sheer determination, ego and ability. To an extent, he’s right; but what he’s really trying to do is triumph over death. He’s trying to defy medicine and science, and solve problems that result in people living rather than dying.

“Having failed to do that as a young person, as a teenager with his sister drowning in front of him and being incapable of resuscitating her, that’s a pretty dark place to begin a career in medicine. It almost always feels like it’s righting a wrong, and that’s a deep scar. That’s something he still holds right up until this moment in the film where he realizes, ‘Okay, I have to face my fears. It’s not always possible for me to control the outcome of things.’ I learned that when I was young but I didn’t learn it; I buried the trauma, and it manifested in this need to try and master everything. Whether it’s with a scalpel in brain surgery or whether it’s with sorcery in the Multiverse, it’s not always the best way to think that you can try it through sheer will, effort, and ego driven necessity to control. It’s a very interesting bit of his backstory to reveal.”

#doctor strange #stephen strange #multiverse of madness #donna strange #mom spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Donna dying in a frozen lake ... Sinister Strange's universe being flooded in a perpetual blizzard ... I am having so many emotions, none of them good.

#stephen strange #incorrect-ironstrange #donna strange #multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness spoilers #dsmom spoilers #doctor strange spoilers #sinister strange

[dazesanddoodles]

summer polaroids</3

#donna and fen…. oh i’m sick #the sisters ever! #they’re so important to me #fen needs glasses CANON! #lmk if you want the donna lore of the fen universe (aka lmk if you want to be sad) #can’t believe i forgot to post this back n august #donna strange #stephen strange #fen au #dazndoodraws #doctor strange #dr strange #dr stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #desi stephen strange #bangladeshi stephen strange #transfem stephen strange

[hithertoundreamtof23]

Whumptober day 4

Prompt- Shock

Rating- G

Young Stephen Strange and his sister, Donna, help their father put up an electric fence.

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #shock #fanfic #doctor strange #hurt stephen strange #electric fence #young stephen strange #Donna strange #electrocution #hurt/comfort

[therese-lokidottir]

"We were playing on a frozen lake. She fell through the ice. I couldn't save her."

#stephen strange #donna strange #doctor stange #fan art #my art stuff #edits

[doctorofmagic]

I do feel a little sad that we aren’t seeing Sofia Strange’s story be canonized/rewritten yet. If they were gonna give Stephen a baby it should have been her…

I mean, Donna Strange is cute and I love her. I just can’t help feeling that little itch…

Same, same, although Sofia does exist in one of the many futures as seen in Wastelanders: Doom (2022)!

Aside from that, last DS chapter left a hint that maybe Sofia will come, not as soon as we could have had, but probably after Donna grows older (imagine two magical babies in the Sanctum? Chaos, pure chaos!)

As for the panel reference, it's from Axis Revolution #1 (2014).

Don't take this story too seriously tho. It's from that event where good heroes became evil. Stephen is a prick and Wong poisons him in return, y'know, the old toxic yaoi haha

Thank you for passing by and apologies for the late reply! Have a wonderful day/night!

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #doctor strange #stephen strange #sofia strange #donna strange #marvel comics

[fanartka]

#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #palmerstrange #christine palmer #ai doctor strange #ai art #or maybe #Donna Strange #Stephen and Donna Strange #bro and sis

[halfbloodbatacademy]

Strange watched his sister drown right? And he has photographic memory, yes??

He remembers every single, tiny little detail of his sister’s death.

Every second is etched into his memory and the only way he could get rid of it was to detach himself. To work himself to save as many people as possible. He was so insistent on being able to use his hands, went through all those surgeries and rehabilitation experiments, and ended up becoming the sorcerer supreme, because it was his only way of not having to remember.

You want more? Sure.

Doctor Strange saw millions upon millions of timelines at once in Infinity War, trying to find a way to stop Thanos and only being left with one option. A few months later, and he was sent spiraling through the multiverse, trying to save a kid’s life.

What if he knew there was a variant out there that still had Donna?

A variant where he didn’t fail to save his little sister’s life. A variant that just wasn’t a failure.

I still have more.

Strange doesn’t talk about his parents, not in the MCU or in the comics. Most of the avengers have had mentions of their family circumstances, from Steve’s mom working her ass off to get him his meds and Bucky having to make money for whatever reason his father couldn’t, to the assassination of Natasha’s mother and the accident that killed Peter’s parents.

But Strange doesn’t talk about his. Why?

What if they blamed him??

Obviously not to the extent that Wendy blamed Marc, but Strange was always smart. What if he could see it? Like… he just knew???

No matter what his parents told him, he left and never reconciled with the guilt.

I’d kill for some information about his parents tbh.

Also, this is all like 100% unlikely I just chose sadness today

#doctor strange #doctor stephen strange #sorcerer supreme #kamar taj #stephen strange #wong #mcu phase 4 #marvel mcu #marvel #phase four #phase 4 #donna strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #america chavez #benedict cumberbatch #xochitl gomez #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #doctor strange 2 #darkhold #sorcery #witchcraft #the book of vishanti #baron mordo #chiwetel ejiofor #ancient one #tilda swinton #chthon

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Siblings Reunited 💫

(A little story continuing on the idea that Stephen's Sister Donna becomes sorcerer supreme in an alternate universe...)

"Halt, multiversal traveller! You are not allowed to trespass here!"

America Chavez looks over at the one who commanded her, "Wooah, so the Stephen in this world is a chick! Nice!"

The woman goes wide-eyed, "What did you just say...?"

"Oh yeah-- you probably don't go by 'Stephen', huh? So what is it, Stephany?"

"...my name is Donna Strange. Stephen is... was the name of my older brother."

America frowned, "Oh man... another world where he's dead, huh? Dang. Hope those Illuminati weirdos aren't around, too."

"You know, as much as I enjoy having my private life pried into by peculiar young women from other universes--" Donna summons mystic weapons to her hands, "--I think it's time for you to go."

America waves her arms defensively, "WAITWAITWAIT-- okay-- I'll explain-!"

Donna raises a brow in a 'I'm listening?' gesture.

"Yes, I'm an multiversal traveller. My name is America Chavez, and my mothers have been flung into another dimension. I need to master my powers if I want to find them." America pulls up a hologram of her memory, for reference, "See?"

Donna inspects it, "Hm... I'm not sure if they're in my realm, but I'll keep a lookout."

"You know... it's actually a Doctor Strange from another universe that's helping me master my power."

"I inferred as much..."

"And in that universe, it's Stephen Strange."

"...yes...." Donna frowned, handing back the hologram.

"Don't suppose you'd wanna...?" "No! I can't risk causing an incursion!"

America got a smug 'Come on~' look on her face. Donna internally second-guessed herself at least seven times, before finally caving in-- "All right. I'll accompany you back to your universe... but only to tell your Strange that he needs to keep a tighter leash on you!"

America fist-pumped, "Sweet! Follow me!"

...

Donna visited Kamar-Taj frequently, so it was easy for her to tell this one was different from her own. The architecture was a darker color... and also much worse for wear.

She didn't get much time to marvel at this new dimension before... she saw him...

"So how did it go?" Stephen Strange asked, to which America replied with confident finger-guns, "Great! I actually wound up where I was aiming! AND-- I made a new friend!" she motioned behind her.

Stephen Strange looked up-- and locked eyes with his alternate. Her outfit was very similar to his own, red Cloak of Levitation and everything... except that face... it was so familiar...!

Stephen didn't get a chance to fully process who he was looking at, because she started lunging towards him! He gasped, bracing himself as she grappled him--!!

No... it wasn't a grapple... it was a hug. A desperate, heartbroken hug... tight and warm as the young woman buried her face into his chest.

Stephen was awkward, not exactly consenting to this, "Uh...?" he shot America a disgruntled look. But America just snickered and shook her head at Donna, 'Just gonna tell him, huh?'

"I- I'm sorry...!" the woman finally pulled away, "I just... I thought I'd never see you again." she smiled up at Stephen.

Hearing her voice plus getting a good look at her... it finally clicked.

Stephen's expression widened, "...Donna?"

She nodded, "Hi, Stephen."

He put a hand on her shoulder, "It really is you..."

She nods, "Yup."

"And you're a sorcerer in your universe...?"

"The Sorcerer Supreme, actually."

He grins widely, "Really?! That's amazing." he laughs... or is it crying?

Stephen regains his composure, "But uh... I assume I'm...?"

"Gone." "Yeah..."

Donna sees how this version of her brother is more aged... the years have taken their toll on him, not just physically. His eyes seem colder...

"Same for me in this universe, huh?" she asks. Stephen nods.

"Well..." Donna looks over at America, "I came here to warn you to keep America's portals in check! We don't want her causing an incursion..." Stephen replies punctually, "Of course."

"And also... I came to tell you..." Donna takes Stephen's hands, "...that I don't know what happened to your Donna. But if she's anything like me... she still loves you, even from the afterlife. She'd be glad to see you helping people like America."

Stephen nods failing to stop the tears this time, "And if your Stephen was anything like me... he'd (chokes up) he'd be so proud of you right now. He'd tell you... that he loves you, too."

The two Strange siblings give each other one last look... before being annoyed by their respective Cloaks wiping away their tears. "Stop that!" "H-hey..!!"

They go their separate ways... America's star-shaped portal closing between them.

"Aaw how sweet...~" America clapped, "Makes me wish I had popcorn."

Stephen grumpily turned away at that... the embarrassment of something so personal being presented to everyone was finally washing over him, "J-just go back to your practicing...!" he insisted.

But in spite of outward appearance... he smiled on the inside. Both he...

and, in another universe, Donna.

#emmajh97's posts #marvel #doctor strange #Dr. Strange #Donna Strange #What If...? #alternate universe #AU #America Chavez #Multiverse of Madness