#cherryfinolahobbes

[cherryfinolahobbes]

A quick digital doodle while I’m in the drawing mood cause I’ve missed my babies <3

#cherry close to my heart #fanart #oc #mcu oc #Wong #Wong marvel #mcu #marvel #Stephen strange #Wong x ofc #ofc #digital sketch #my art #cherryfinolahobbes

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

closed thing for @cherryfinolahobbes

Natasha sighed, plopping down on the bench at the lovely kitchen table, setting down yet another book and an empty cup of tea that she clearly hadn't made. This was the first time Natasha entered the kitchen today.

"I need a break Cher. I think if I read one more theory about a smoke clearing spell my head is gonna start to smoke." She chuckled, still holding the pages open, because who was she kidding? Natasha was in love with every single thing she saw and red.

#cherryfinolahobbes

[feminacanitphilomena]

@cherryfinolahobbes (for Cherry)

Fall was Maggie's favourite time for baking. She had started up in earnest and spent her free time baking up a storm. Mostly because Tony had been declared missing after a mission. He'd texted her but then never came home.

She barely slept and started spent her nights in the kitchen where she would bake to try and keep her mind off of missing her lover. Tonight was no exception and she was elbow deep in making some apple based sweet treats.

#cherryfinolahobbes #feminacanitphilomena

[rebelw1thacause]

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Jasmine was happy to hear that Stephen had mentioned her before. A part of her was worried that he was still in love with his ex. That she was just the rebound girl until Christine came back. Maybe Stephen did feel something for her, even if he hadn’t made it official yet.

“Intrepid reporter, huh?” Jasmine asked, feeling flattered. “The intrepid reporter got stuck having to review Winnie The Pooh: Blood and Honey and Stephen promised that he’d suffer through it with me?”

#i want to make a difference (ic) #i won't be silenced [reply] #mcu/x men verse #adult verse (never thought i’d be so tired) #wong #cherryfinolahobbes

[thexgangsxallxhere]

Wong couldn’t help himself as he walked to the two women. The two women that held equal parts of his heart. He usually gave them their space to be affectionate towards one another without imposing, but seeing them, he was drawn towards them like a magnet.

Cherry and Natasha were lost in a kiss, soft and tender. Cherry noticed him first, pulling from the red head. Cherry’s own pale cheeks were flushed pink with whatever attention Natasha had been giving her.

“I’ll be with you in a moment, Jaan” he promised Cherry with a smoky tone that sent the pink color in her cheeks out to her ears.

Hooking his fingers around her chin, Wong brought Natasha’s mouth to his for a deep kiss that wasn’t harried or frantic, but there was no meekness to it either. He and the Widow were far past that stage.

Nat was surprised when Cherry drew out of the kiss they had been lost in. Then she looked up and saw the reason for this. Grinning, she shifted to better look up at Wong. As his fingers hooked under her chin, she shifted a little to lean up into the kiss he drew her into. Oh...this was exactly what she wanted from him. He was so firm with her, and she loved that about him.

Groaning softly, she reached up to press a hand against the back of his head, keeping him close to her. His lips were far from shy against hers. It took her breath away, and she was more than willing to put up with the dizziness to keep being kissed like this.

"...Hi," she laughed quietly.

#a hunk of hulk of burning fudge is our favorite #cherryfinolahobbes #red in my ledger

[strxngemxgick]

@cherryfinolahobbes asked: *a box wrapped with blue paper with shiny gold stars. Opening it is a riotous amount of white paper confetti. Inside is a small, personal size of apple cobbler, a pair of very sleek (very expensive looking) leather gloves, a bundle of incense, and several vinyl records along with a party hat that matches the wrapping paper with a gold pompom on top*

Happy Birthday, Stephen.

I know you don’t like to be fussed over, so you can blame Cherry. She wouldn’t let it rest once she learned today is your birthday.

She hopes you enjoy the cobbler. She promises she tried to not make it too sweet and the gloves are from her as well. She worries about your hands as it’s getting colder.

The incense are the last I have. They belonged to the Ancient One and I thought you should have them. I used them during the  Blip when things felt at their most dire. I hope they’ll serve you. I found them very comforting.

Also, I thought your vinyl collection needed expanding. I can’t have you rattling off the same facts to me over and over. Enjoy it.

I hope you let this day be a happy one, Stephen. We hope it is a tradition we can continue.

Meme Random Asks /// Always Accepting

He shouldn’t really be surprised by the sight that greeted him when he returned to the Sanctum that evening. It had been a long day, universal peacekeeping eating up the bulk of the day. He’d managed to spend a few moments with Natasha in the early, early hours of the day, and he’d had just enough time to drop off a gift for Strange before getting back to work, but even that was more than he had expected from the day. It was a sign of the changing times, and a reminder of the way their little makeshift family had cemented into place. 

He hadn’t gotten the chance to see either Wong or Cherry before he’d been called away, and knowing Cherry’s big heart and Wong’s more private supportive, caring nature, Stephen had come to expect at least a note left on his desk when he returned to his little sanctuary. But it was the extent of the gifts he had been given that made him pause. It was unbelievably thoughtful. He certainly expected as much from those two. He pulled each part of the gift from the organized box with care, fearful of dropping anything with his trembling hands, sore and weak after a long day. He set everything out, eyes roving over each item as he read through the note that had been left in Wong’s neat scrawl. He drew the cobbler up to his nose, inhaling deeply with a shuddering sigh and a hunger he hadn’t realized he had felt. He held the gloves in his hands, feeling the leather between his fingers before slipping them on, finding comfort in the warmth and compression. He picked the incense out carefully, rolling the familiar sticks carefully between his fingers before setting it aside. He had to resist the urge to light one when he felt his eyes growing embarrassingly wet, both over the memory of the Ancient One, and the subtle sharing of Wong’s own vulnerability. 

But the vinyls... 

The Cloak was already setting up the record player Stephen kept. Mostly for display, but occasionally, Stephen enjoyed the break in silence. The Mamas and the Papas filtered quietly into the room, the familiar harmonies of “Monday Monday” encouraging his shoulders to relax as he dropped to sit. 

And he let himself breathe.

#cherryfinolahobbes #summoned /// answered #across the multiverse /// rp

[stars-wandered]

@cherryfinolahobbes​

She wasn’t sure when when she’d became the Sorcerer Supreme’s unofficial shadow, following behind Wong like ducklings would in the wild, but there was a sense of safety in that. America didn’t really know anyone at Kamar-Taj, she barely knew anyone in 616 at all and besides Stephen, Wong was the only other person she really spoke to. 

It had turned into a trend for her to watch how he worked, tuned into how the golden glyphs would spark to life and glow between his finger tips and attempt to copy the same movements with little to no success. Learning from him was easier than learning from the other Masters at Kamar-Taj, maybe it was because she actually wanted to try hard and impress him that she studied harder with the older sorcerer around. Perhaps once again it came down to familiarity and comfort, either way it seemed to be working decently enough. 

“I haven’t really learned too much about this place yet,” The brunette spoke up as the young girl followed him through the outskirts of the grand courtyard. “How exactly does it all work? Are people born with magic or can anyone come here and learn it? Are there families here? Is this place magically protected and hidden from the rest of the world or could you just waltz in whenever you like?” Each question came one after the other in rapid fire succession, trying to put the pieces together as her inquiries honed in on details she’d been trying to pick up on since she’d been observing how the inhabitants of the place when about their day to day activities. “Do you people just choose not to fly places? I’ve noticed that a lot in other universes that Terrans just walk everywhere. Is it out of convenience?” 

#cherryfinolahobbes

[ironifiicd]

@cherryfinolahobbes​ continued from HERE

“Look I’m not an asshole I’m willing to do you a favour here, you don’t need to pay me back.” The Stark inventor gave out a simple shrug in response, knowing that what the sorcerer needed him to do probably wasn’t difficult. Stark Industries had satellites able to track people and objects in all corners of the world, if he wanted to his eyes could be everywhere. “Tracking a specific frequency is no problem as long as I have the details of exactly what you’re trying to search for, I need something to go off of.” Leaning on the table behind him does he then use his free hand to bring his coffee mug to his lips, giving the sorcerer a hard stare as the Iron Man attempts to read his features for exactly what Wong was getting at. “Is it something that I’ll be able to locate for you here on Earth? Or is this some extra or intraplanar kinda deal?” 

#cherryfinolahobbes

[goldenfingerprints]

@cherryfinolahobbes​ asked  “ i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting “

There’s a tired sigh that leaves Strange in response to Wong’s words as the sorcerer stops what he’s doing to put his full attention into their conversation. The two of them had spent a decent amount of time together before but often times it had been business related, making sure things were going smoothly and what not. It wasn’t often they’d really had a moment to themselves, especially since he’d come back and so Stephen wasn’t surprised by the turn their conversation had taken. 

To be honest, he agreed. 

“I know. I don’t think I really understood the extent of this role until the Ancient One died, if I’m being honest.”

It was exhausting. The constant struggle to keep Earth and every one on it safe from any mystical threats and after Thanos, well... Wong deserved a break, more so of the two of them. He’d had to shoulder the burden of guiding the sorcerers that had remained through the Blip, and even still they were dealing with the fallout of everyone returning. He can’t imagine it’d been easy. 

Stephen himself was still reeling from it all, the feeling of dying, even if it had been painless - it was something that was going to stay with him, that’s for sure. Not to mention, he carried the weight of having given up the Time Stone, causing the deaths of millions, even if they were temporary. And then there was Tony Stark, and all the other lives that had been irrevocably lost in the fight with Thanos. But that was his own burden to bear, Wong had enough of his own.

“I’d suggest a break, maybe I could take over for a week while you go on vacation.” A poor attempt at a joke, really, because he knew very well neither of them were going to get a break.

And he’s hesitant when he continues, still trying to determine how Wong is handling things.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

#closed starters #cherryfinolahobbes #hope this is okay! #v; other things to give your life meaning

[librarianofthesanktum]

Wong found Zelma behind a large tower of books. He felt a little nostalgic for his own library high in the mountains of Katmandu.

“Do you need a hand, Zelma?” He asked, having a moment free and knew that trying to sort Strange’s library was a chore.

"A hand would be amazing. I swear, these books have a life of their own. Every time I put one away it reappears but in a completely different place. The Sanktum is messing with me... Next time I meet the villages wizard and he invites me to sort his library, I'll run and never look back." She complained, pushing her glasses back onto her nose as she stuck her head out at Wong from behind the wobbly looking stack of books. "He's a mess. I've never seen a library this bad. And I've worked in an Archive called 'the plague parade' you can probably imagine." She pointed at a stack of books. "Could you magic the top ones down for me?"

#cherryfinolahobbes

[thewonderingsorceress]

@cherryfinolahobbes​ liked for a friendship starter~

“I’m here!” Ella said in a raised voice as she walked in, holding up a bag. “And before you ask yes I brought lunch. Sandwiches from that food truck around the corner.”

#cherryfinolahobbes #v:tbd #//let me know if you'd like something different.//

[cherryfinolahobbes]

From concept to finish! My skeleton sumo wrestler <3

He underwent a lot of changes but I am thrilled with the outcome.

Halfway debating if I should make a YouTube so I have a place to put my full speed paints as IG doesn’t like them.

#ooc #sumo #sumo wrestlers #sumo wrestling #sugar skull #day of the dead #skeleton #rikishi #speed paint #speed drawing #procreate #my art #cherryfinolahobbes #enjoy!

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

🫂

Wong found her in the parlor. A low fire burning in the hearth.

He found her pale faced, clammy and tears streaming down her cheeks. What had propably been a late night for the sorcerer supreme was a short one for the widow, haunted by a different nightmare today. One she could never tell Strange about. She looked up like a startled deer as Wong gently closed her arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

He had seen her demons, knew about the nightmares. Wong had been stuck in her mind and knew of her horrors. Not this new one however, but she took the hug, leaning against her friend, greeatful for the comfort.

#hug meme #just all the hugs today #cherryfinolahobbes

[soviet-ghost-story]

❂ = wiping blood off their face

(Your muse’s reaction to catching mine meme, from Wong)

Technically, Manhattan wasn't his usual territory - not that Bucky was some sort of personal guardian of New York City in general, but as an enhanced individual with Avengers status living within the five boroughs, he felt as though it was sort of his responsibility to try and show up when shit went down and he was nearby. In this case, it was, regrettably, a bunch of monsters from unknown time and space, and honestly, he missed the days when the only bad guys he knew were just terrible human beings. He gave chase at a ridiculous speed towards the battle, moving against the flow of people trying to escape the combat, and zeroed in on the figure of a man in purple and gold robes picking himself up off of the ground. While it wasn't Dr. Strange, that was fine - Wong was, after all, the Sorcerer Supreme these days. "Hey! Hey, I'm no sorcerer, but I'm occasionally not too bad in a fight. You okay?" Bucky slowed his pace and knelt to offer Wong a friendly hand, and watched as the sorcerer wiped blood from his face. He smiled a bit, then turned to look at what they were facing. "Right. So. What are we facing, and what's its weak spot?" He wasn't supposed to carry a firearm, but he'd pocketed one and a couple of knives before he made his way across town from where'd been for lunch.

#era: recovery #cherryfinolahobbes

[thexgangsxallxhere]

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(Whichever muse you like from Wong)

Send 🌡 to visit my muse while they are sick

Nat never got sick. In 97 years, she hadn't gotten sick since she was a child. This was ridiculous; the serum should make it impossible for her to get sick. Still, here she was, curled up miserably in a cocoon of blankets and blowing her nose like a trumpet.

She was going to find whoever gave her this clearly deadly virus and stab them in the eye.

After the world stopped spinning when she stood up.

As she continued to wallow in her misery, she blinked when she heard the door opening to reveal Wong. Groaning, she flopped back against her pillow dramatically.

"I'm hideous, don't look at me."

@cherryfinolahobbes

#a hunk of hulk of burning fudge is our favorite #cherryfinolahobbes #red in my ledger #//nat is so dramatic

[strxngemxgick]

@cherryfinolahobbes asked:  ⏰ 👤 (for Cherry)

Meme /// Accepting

(This one... also got long.)

The first time he had met her was at the funeral. 

As first meetings go, it was on one hand not his best, and still not his worst on the other hand. In fact, it hardly could have been called a meeting at all, considering how they hadn’t even spoken. He could feel Cherry’s grief across the yard, loss weighing heavy on her very soul. the look in her soft eyes would have been completely devoid of emotion, if not for the overwhelming pain in their depths. The way she nearly crumpled under her grief was enough to be gut-wrenching, Stephen unable to keep from peeking at her as Rhodey - Colonel James Rhodes, he had to remind himself, given their actual lack of connection - practically had to support her as Pepper - Miss Potts - had sent her touching tribute to Tony Stark down the river.

Wong, too, was suffering, unable to help the woman who had apparently helped keep the normally steadfast and stoic sorcerer together during those five long years. He could see the near need that drove him to move to her side, though he respectfully kept his distance as she sobbed through her mourning. Despite the will of his heart which ached for her, he remained close to a very selfish Stephen, who grieved the man that he had come to value and care for, even if he had never actually gotten to know him. 

And as much as Stephen wanted to encourage Wong to approach her, as well as offer his own condolences for the woman that Tony had mentioned so many times in those millions of unrealities, he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He couldn’t find his voice, his legs so weak that he could barely carry himself through the gateway that he had created after offering Stark’s widow his shaky well-wishes. 

The next time he saw her, Stephen considered to be their first actual meeting. 

It was uncharacteristic of the Sanctum to open its doors without his permission. As private and introverted as its master, the Sanctum Sanctorum tended to keep itself cloaked from the perception of most passersby, and certainly didn’t welcome them inside. So to hear the normally sealed door open on its own, when sorcerers tended to default to the usage of gateways, was mildly alarming. Lounge pants and sweatshirt shifted into traditional robes, and the Cloak of Levitation settled on his shoulders to carry him from the library and through the halls. No one in the foyer, he noticed, brows knit with growing concern. Whoever they were, they were on the move. But he could sense them, their life force like a shadow in his periphery. It accompanied the soft clanging of pots and pans down the hall. The kitchen, then. 

He was more surprised than he really thought that he should be to see Cherry puttering away in the kitchen, as caught off guard by his appearance as he had been. They startled near simultaneously, a little yelp coming from her as one hand lifted to his heart, as if he might keep it from pounding out of his chest. Panic mingled between them, both cowering back from the other as fight or flight took hold and was slow to let go. But even still, Stephen thought, seeing her had grounded him more in reality than anything else had since his journey through time.

He knew the odds of her being in the Sanctum, knowing what to do and where to go. 

There was still fear in Cherry’s eyes as she found her voice, small and apologetic. “I’m sorry,” she practically whispered. “I was, just... I can-.”

“You were looking for Wong,” Stephen finished for her, before she could offer to leave. He already knew, and the Sanctum welcoming in a supposed stranger made so much sense. Wong had said, after all, that she was nearly the sole reason that the New York Sanctum still stood on its mystical foundation. He smiled kindly at her, hoping to reassure her. His eyes found pain in her gaze, veiled by her politeness. She still carried her agony from losing so many precious to her all at once. He imagined that she could see the expression mirrored in his own. “I’m sorry; he’s not here now. He’s back at Kamar-Taj.” He didn’t miss the disappointment, and just a bit of shame in her expression, and he was quick to follow up. “But, he should be back any time now; he’s been visiting, often.”

That, at least, seemed to help her perk up. Not much, but just a quirk at the corner of her mouth. A tiny smile of relief and affection.

“I’m Stephen, by the way. Stephen Strange.”

“Wong’s told me a lot about you,” she said softly.

He smiled. “He’s told me a lot about you, as well. He speaks very highly of you.” That much, he noticed with no shortage of interest, brought a tinge of color to the apples of her cheeks. “Welcome back,” he assured her, wanting to remind her that she was welcome. All sorts had been uprooted after the Snap had been reversed, losing their place in an unsteady world. He didn’t want to include her in that list of people. Not her, who had come to make Wong so happy. Who had meant so much to Tony.

Despite the shine in her eyes, that, too, made her smile.

#cherryfinolahobbes #summoned /// answered #this also got long! #i hope this is okay!