#timeisbrain

[templeofvengeance]

"Dr. Stephen Strange's life changes after a car accident robs him of the use of his hands. When traditional medicine fails him, he searches the world for healing and hope, eventually landing him in the temple of Khonshu, god of healing, the moon... and vengeance. He becomes the Moon Cleric, a defender for those who travel at night-- but is this a divine boon, or a Faustian bargain?"

[@timeisbrain didn't even give me these brainworms they just kinda happened due to them existing. I can't interact with like any characters without imagining them MK'd up. Version with and without my illegible chicken scratch notes

I couldn't think of a good name, I think of 'clerics' as healers but that's entirely because of d.ungeons and dragons, so. Dr. Moon is funny because it's what H.unter's Moon calls himself in the comics when he's in his public-facing mode. It's just also kind of a dumb superhero name isn't it.]

[nanostark]

~ @timeisbrain || Valentine's Date Night ~

"I'm here to get my ass slapped." Tony announces himself with a grin as he steps into the Sanctum, hand smoothing over the front of his blazer. He's taken his meds, did all the physio, had F.R.I.D.A.Y give him a pep talk - Tony Stark's ready for a night out. It's not that he's nervous - He doesn't do nerves on dates - It's more that he feels rusty. Between aliens attacking and half the world crumbling to dust - Dating hadn't been a priority. "Hey, Wizard of Oz -" He looks around, hands clasping behind his back. "If you're lucky the Yellow Brick Road won't be the only thing getting laid tonight."

[asgardianhammer]

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@timeisbrain

[ ϟ ]—– Soft, nigh-tender hums are inaudible to the mortals, but they are there nonetheless, beneath the cool surface.

----- Midgard... feels... human... but where? -----

Energy is also familiar, not quite bouncing and as lively just yet, growing in strength and frequency whilst thunderer approaches the door.

----- Hm... we have been here before.... for certain... we have -----

Then, as if something is startled, there is the final sensation, the current of whatever was crossed expanding, grazing the smooth side of the hammer.

----- Oh.... oh! Not this again.... ----

[qapsiel]

"Want to play battleship tonight? Promise not to stop firing until I hit your G1 spot." ( im so so so so sorry, cas. )

                               CASTIEL IS ALWAYS UP FOR SOME BOARD GAMES. It's endlessly fascinating how many of them humanity came up with. The angel loves to have a certain set of rules and act accordingly. Without missing a beat, he pulls out the cardboard box containing the Battleship equipment. "You only have to fire once to hit the G1 spot," he points out. "And it's very unwise to tell me where you want to aim beforehand. Now, I won't place any of my ships there." It seems like the coat is a way better opponent than Stephen.

[rppcsitivity]

♡     𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗬    𝗙𝗢𝗥    𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡     ♡

❝   @timeisbrain  your  take  on  Stephen  is  complex  and  detailed,  absolutely  amazing  to  read!  Writing  him  is  no  easy  feat  but  you  do  so  beautifully.  You  are  a  joy  to  talk  to,  an  incredible  writer  and  a  light  in  this  rpc!   ❞

[historiavn]

HE KNOWS FULL WELL WHO THIS MAN IS — after all, how on Earth could he not? Nevertheless, though, common courtesy is still in order, and so Isaac pulls himself together, inclining his head as a gesture of respect towards the Sorcerer Supreme.

❝ It is a PLEASURE to meet you, Doctor Strange. ❞ Isaac says cordially, the warmth of the sun woven into his voice. He hesitates, and then extends his hand for the other gentleman to shake. ❝ My Pa’s spoken of you before. Chief Justice Isaac Roosevelt, at your service. ❞

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[softlymay]

~ @timeisbrain || liked for a little starter ~

"Mister Stra - Sorry -" May corrects herself, Peter's voice coming to mind. "Doctor Strange - Hi -" She adjusts her satchel as she rushes to catch up with him. Eyes take him in, a soft breath leaving her. "Wow - You are - Real. Sorry, I know that sounds stupid, it's just different, seeing you here in the flesh and not flying around up there -" She gestures to the sky, a soft laugh leaving her before her hand extends towards him. "May Parker. We haven't officially met but I believe you know my nephew, Peter. Sorry to just accost you like this but I had a question."

[spideysnaps]

~ @timeisbrain ||

❝ Everyone, BE QUIET! That's Spider-Man! Oh boy, a real-life superhero. ❞ ~

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Peter swings down onto the ground, dropping immediately down to his haunches, eye level with Bats. "Holy shit, a talking ghost dog - Hi! I'm Spider-Man."

[agentsterling]

@timeisbrain

Sterling always liked to be prepared. Recent developments, however, made it feel impossible to be so. Every time Sterling, SHIELD, or even the world felt comfortable a new wrench was thrown in the works and it felt like they had to relearn what normal was.

Currently, Sterling's new normal involved magic. A lot of magic.

An amount of magic he was woefully ill equipped to handle or defend himself against. He had ways of escaping ropes and bindings. He had contingency plans for various styles of capture. He'd learned from the best how to hold his own in a fight until help arrived should he need it. He'd withstood torture with physical mortal weapons. He had no idea, however, how to escape magical bindings. He had no idea how to fight being magically thrown around or attacked with spells. He had no plans of attack or defense and, lets face it, he had a horrible track record with magic. It seemed every time he came in contact with it something awful happened to him.

When it had been suggested to him that he see Strange, Sterling had initially and immediately rejected the idea. There was no way a sorcerer as important or as powerful as Doctor Stephen Strange himself had the time to help him, nor would he probably want to help an agent of SHIELD. Sterling had absolutely no illusions about how people felt about them despite their best efforts to rebuild. Their reputation was forever tarnished in the eyes of most everyone who mattered. Still, they continued to try and help. He'd briefly met Strange when evacuating civilians during a city wide battle. Strange had even blocked incoming debris, allowing him to hurriedly guide a small group of people through the streets to safety. Still, he'd never expect the man to remember him or think fondly of his work.

Sterling wandered into the Sanctum completely expecting to be rejected and, at worst, kicked out.

"Excuse me?" He called out into the seemingly empty building. His voice echoed eerily around the vast room and up the duel staircases. "I'm looking for Doctor Stephen Strange if he has a moment."

[lastavenged]

Anton and Aleister drape themselves over Clea’s shoulders, making a heart with their tails at her eye level.

❝ BE OUR VALENTINE? ❞

❝ Allow us to eat your enemies, Sorceress Supreme? ❞

The duties of Earth's realm varied from that of the duties she already oversaw from the Dark Dimension. At times, Earth's cries for help could feel trivial from her home of the Dark Dimension. A sorcerer supreme of the Dark Dimension demanded of her power to ensure the splintered realms weren't swallowing whole pocket realities while Earth's asked much more of her energies. Such as silencing the whimpers of Victor von Doom or defending the planet from an odd invasion or three.

When she had first came here years ago, with an ache it fills her heart as the sorcerer who brought her here was ABSCENCE claimed by death (by not for long if the warlord had anything to do about that); she found it odd that so many would vie for the power and title of Sorcerer Supreme, that Earth was an appetizing plane of existence to want to conquer. Holding Earth's power now, feeling its life force just at her fingertips with the title she now held, she understood.

The sorceress collapse to the couch, a hand stroking down the Cloak of Levitation to soothe it as he futtered and adjusted to her exhaustion. The home is quiet, too quiet for her liking, devoid of shouts of exclamation from Stephen losing another game to Wong. Speaking of whom, she had not spied for over a whole day but the desire to search for him is lacking. Bats hasn't apparated either. There's no dire concern for either of their presence, though they bought a great comfort and Clea assumes Bats may be dragging Wong out of the Bar with No Doors again.

It slips her mind what Earth holiday it was, time escapes her still, while two serpents find their way upon her shoulder. All she need do is think of it and her shoulders and neck warm for the cold-blooded dears. ❝ Mh? ❞ She hums, looking between the two of them and then at their tails in the heart. VALENTINES. A silly Earth holiday that she had always been amused by, always dragging Stephen along with her to indulge in the pink colored sweets that'd filled every bakery in the city when this time of year came around. It's empty, hollow this year, with the death of whom should be the proper master of this Sanctum.

A hand comes up, two fingers under the chin of Anton and turns her head to kiss the top of the snake. ❝ Of course, my darlings. I'm all yours. ❞ She about to remind them that they can't go around eating people, even if the Warlord believes it would solve a lot more of their problems. However, the one of whom would protest is not here. ❝ I think that's a brilliant idea and I know where to start. ❞ Stephen's not here to protest, so she won't be hearing any complaints if some lesser evils ended up in the belly of Aleister and Anton.

[eyeless-smiles]

@eyeless-smiles asked: "Quit tempting me with that third eye of yours."

@timeisbrain

❝ Then quit tempting me into finding a way to PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE, NIGHTMARE. ❞

The Corinthian's tongue traces across his teeth whilst he samples the flavour of Dr. Strange's threat.

"Mmm, and what place might that be?"

Provocation is all too easy when you are a being that doesn't belong. The Corinthian's presence unsettles the world around him. Reality knows he shouldn't be here. His aura exudes a deep seated unease within anyone around him. Nightmare's aren't supposed to exist in the Waking World.

But that doesn't stop the Corinthian from being here, does it?

[templeofvengeance]

does khonshu have a cell phone because he’d be a horrible texter, and i think it should happen 😂

[I'VE SEEN YOU RESPONDING TO THE TEXTING MEMES AND IT DOES LOOK FUN

In my mind there's one of two ways it goes:

Khonshu has a phone consecrated in his name like a temple, so he can interact with it (or jump 'inside it' and manipulate the phone like a sentient computer virus, which is arguably not a power he should be allowed to have.) Same if Strange just Magics him a phone somehow, solely for the purpose of texting him other magic phones.

Jake texts for him, and you just have to guess when he's accurately relaying what Khon is saying and when it's bullshit he made up to piss him off

Pro of the latter: Jake texts like a normal person so he smooths out any weird habits. (You know Khon texts in long paragraphs with perfect syntax, he's one of Those.) Con: All texts go through Jake]

[nanostark]

~ @timeisbrain || semi-plotted fake dating ~

Tony's reputation has never been so low. It'd started with someone who'd worked in the admin section of Stark Industries claiming that he's an abusive boss and it'd all just gone downhill from there. Every day there's a new terrible story about a bad experience someone's had with Tony Stark. The latest is a woman claiming that she's his baby daddy. He's never even met her. The PR crisis team are working 24/7 to manage it, but nothing's good enough to stop the stocks from crashing. People will sell any story if it gets them their 15 minutes and some sort of payment.

Tony Stark, meanwhile, needs to clean up his image. And fast.

"Please." It's a desperate plea that mimics the dire situation he's in. "I've already tried to pretend like I'm dating Pepper but that backfired on me because she's on the payroll. The papers had a field day with that one. I've been called a predator in a hundred different languages." Tony moves to stand in front of Stephen. "Just for a few months. We'll go out, go to some events - Like this gala tonight - And then we'll break up once I'm not public enemy number 1 anymore."

[asgardianhammer]

nickname: axonal action since the electrical activity of neurons is referred to as lightning in the brain. 🧠 ⚡️

GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME

[ ϟ ]—– ' This is much better than the Lichtenberg Idiot someone once called me.'

[infinityvault]

~ @timeisbrain || cont'd from x ~

"I'm -" He swats at the butterfly. It does nothing. "Admit it, you missed me." He attempts to dismiss it again, giving Stephen a withering look. "Cute trick. I'll remember this." As if there's anything he can do that even remotely compares to magic. Maybe he'll just send Spider-Man over. Kid's annoying as anything.

"See, I figure you miss my chaos. Peace and quiet gets boring, Strange." Tony winks as he lifts up a bag. "Plus, the real gift I brought is alcohol and a stupid amount of food that'd impress those little hobbits of yours."

[mastcrmarksman]

[ starter call ] ⸻ @timeisbrain

❝ Uhm, actually, I get it - ❞ Clint interjects, finishing up with cleaning his gear as Stephen bemoans about a memory from childhood. A story of brothers. He figures that is one of those times where he should try to connect with a fellow Avenger. ❝ I have- had- have a brother. Barney, bastard, my older brother - which now you make a whole lot more sense now. ❞