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🥀 STEPHEN STRANGE​ !!

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there was a lot to be said about stephen strange - but him being akin to harry potter was not one of those things. he absolutely dreaded having to deal with anything about the ridiculous children’s books - so when he woke up and found he’d been ‘gifted’ a wand and that none of his magic worked unless he evoked a stupid spell…. he was less than pleased.

“suddenly… i have lost all ability to cast or conjure magic. it’s a shame really, i suppose i’ll have to default back to my medical knowledge.“ he boasted towards anyone who would listen. it certainly was interesting seeing everyone change in some form… plus the reddish sky. if he hadn’t considered the infinity stones before, he definitely considered them now.

“i don’t know.” wanda sighed. “i suppose i could just talk to him, right? i just feel so stupid. i’m supposed to be this all-powerful, world-ending mega witch. i should know what all of this is about and why we’re here, blah blah blah.” she shook her head and looked sideways and towards the ground in thought. she didn’t really know why she was being so honest and conversational about this. it’s not like she knew the people behind the cameras. but they called this “the confessional” and that meant honesty, right? “alright. i’m just gonna talk to him.”

when she found stephen he seemed grumpier than usual, and she looked over her shoulder and into the camera ( that wasn’t there ) with a grimace. “yikes,” she mouthed, before turning back to the sorcerer. “hey. i came over here to talk to you about some stuff, but, uh... you seem distracted, like something is going on. did someone do something?” her eyes widened, and she chanced a glimpse sideways at the camera again. “was it tony?”

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🥀 ERIK LEHNSHERR​ !!

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“my daughter,“ erik called out, having decided that if he could float; he would. his shoes were far too expensive to be trekking through the muck of this so-called water. he approached, floating down towards her and landing gracefully onto a pile of rubble, smiling a bit as he did so - though soon the smile had dropped.

“i’ve seen your sister, but your brother is nowhere to be found. which… shame,“ he commented lightly, making it no secret that pietro was a factor in erik’s life that merely came and went as the tides changed. “fairing well, my child? you look exhausted.“ he reached out towards her, his fingers reaching to touch her cheek in care. he tried to be a better father to his children, but the past had made it difficult; had made it unsteady.

wanda could feel this place as if it were breathing, thinking – and yet it felt empty. like nothingness. like a galaxy without a universe. and she could feel the people within it – ones she knew and ones she didn’t. and she could feel her father before he spoke. the manner of his approach was just like him – the essence of showmanship and arrogance that he passed down to all of his children.

“pietro is dead, daddy.” she’d practiced saying it after the fact – as if she could make herself used to it. she supposed it worked in some way. she could say it now without falling apart, because they just felt like words without meaning. pietro is dead. “i couldn’t bring him back, and i tried everything short of dismantling reality.” it would have been a selfish thing, but one she was willing to do for her brother. she hesitated, looking sideways at her father and catching his eye. “and i even considered that.” wanda had never told that to anybody. who could she tell? who could understand her impulse to tear apart the universe to bring her brother back? he could. her father could. 

despite the hate she may have felt for her father at given points of their past, she was a daughter of the house of magnus. 

when he reached his hand towards her, wanda surprised herself by leaning into his touch. with his hand on her cheek he truly felt like a man who might’ve been a father – she could almost imagine him caring for them after the death of their parents. he was different then, and he was different now ( that’s what she told herself, at least ). you look exhausted. “i’m tired,” she said quietly, closing her eyes. “this place... it feels like my failure.”

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“you guys know i can move things with my mind, right?”

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