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“New York general hospital. I’m a surgeon. A trauma surgeon.” She replies.

“Okay… uhm… have you tried mapping them out?” She asks setting her hands on her hips.

Christine shrieks as she falls through a portal onto a marble floor.

“Stephen!” She exclaims. Standing up and looking around worriedly. She hoped it was Stephen. But with how the world had been lately. It could be aliens or something freaky.

She hugs herself. Wherever she is. It’s cold. She’s only wearing her scrubs. And sensible running shoes.

“This place looks fancy.” She mutters as she walks into a room.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” She asks peeking around the door to spot a throne and someone sitting on it.

“Uh… hi. I think I’m lost?” She says with a friendly if awkward smile.

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The blonde haired prince raised an eyebrow at her curiously not having expected to see anyone new in the palace let alone anyone so lovely.

"Well Well Well what have we here?" He asked curiously from where he was sitting on the throne. "And who might you be?"

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“Well it shouldn’t have been there it was at my work in the break room…” she smiles. Approaching him.

“Uh- how do I get back?”

Christine shrieks as she falls through a portal onto a marble floor.

“Stephen!” She exclaims. Standing up and looking around worriedly. She hoped it was Stephen. But with how the world had been lately. It could be aliens or something freaky.

She hugs herself. Wherever she is. It’s cold. She’s only wearing her scrubs. And sensible running shoes.

“This place looks fancy.” She mutters as she walks into a room.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” She asks peeking around the door to spot a throne and someone sitting on it.

“Uh… hi. I think I’m lost?” She says with a friendly if awkward smile.

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The blonde haired prince raised an eyebrow at her curiously not having expected to see anyone new in the palace let alone anyone so lovely.

"Well Well Well what have we here?" He asked curiously from where he was sitting on the throne. "And who might you be?"

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“I just fell through a portal in your hallway… don’t suppose that was your doing was it? Or do you know any magic people?” She laughs a bit.

Christine shrieks as she falls through a portal onto a marble floor.

“Stephen!” She exclaims. Standing up and looking around worriedly. She hoped it was Stephen. But with how the world had been lately. It could be aliens or something freaky.

She hugs herself. Wherever she is. It’s cold. She’s only wearing her scrubs. And sensible running shoes.

“This place looks fancy.” She mutters as she walks into a room.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” She asks peeking around the door to spot a throne and someone sitting on it.

“Uh… hi. I think I’m lost?” She says with a friendly if awkward smile.

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The blonde haired prince raised an eyebrow at her curiously not having expected to see anyone new in the palace let alone anyone so lovely.

"Well Well Well what have we here?" He asked curiously from where he was sitting on the throne. "And who might you be?"

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“Uh… where are we your highness?” She asks.

Christine shrieks as she falls through a portal onto a marble floor.

“Stephen!” She exclaims. Standing up and looking around worriedly. She hoped it was Stephen. But with how the world had been lately. It could be aliens or something freaky.

She hugs herself. Wherever she is. It’s cold. She’s only wearing her scrubs. And sensible running shoes.

“This place looks fancy.” She mutters as she walks into a room.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” She asks peeking around the door to spot a throne and someone sitting on it.

“Uh… hi. I think I’m lost?” She says with a friendly if awkward smile.

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The blonde haired prince raised an eyebrow at her curiously not having expected to see anyone new in the palace let alone anyone so lovely.

"Well Well Well what have we here?" He asked curiously from where he was sitting on the throne. "And who might you be?"

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RACHEL McADAMS as Barbara Simon ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT’S ME, MARGARET 2023 - dir. Kelly Fremon Craig

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*swoons a bit*

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In honor of  SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.  -always accepting !!

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Christine screamed scrambling backwards into her island, her head knocking against it.

“Who are you?! Why are you in my house?! Why don’t you have a pulse?!” She asked in rapid succession.

Christine unlocked her apartment and set down her bag with a thud. Finally her shift was over. She was looking forward to a shower and then some sleep. She hung up her jacket and turned around walking into the kitchen and freezing.

There was a man on her floor. Her door and windows had been locked.

“Uh… sir?” She started going for a weapon in the kitchen.

No response.

She walked towards him brow furrowing in concern. “Hey!” She exclaimed.

Still no reply.

She nudged her foot against his. Still nothing.

“Shit.” She crouched down beside him, feeling his wrist for a pulse… nothing.

She was leaning towards him to check for pupil dilation when-

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You know, leave it to Beelzebub to go on a bender and wake up somewhere unknown. He did that all the time, mind you. But it was very much part of who he was. For all his power and status, he often acted the fool. 

And had she not opened his eyes, he might have remained in his coma of sorts. For when she checked his pupils, his eye moved to look at her. 

“Yes?” 

Great tone, one that seemed to think this was totally normal. 

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I don’t know. You’re the one with multiversal knowledge. Isn’t there a book at… that place in Katmandu?

You should ask your librarian friend. I bet he knows.

I'm not getting notifications when sent asks , can anyone help?

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That’s been happening to me for ages. So if you figure it out please let me know.

🥲

I'm not getting notifications when sent asks , can anyone help?

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I just noticed the only person he couldn’t lie to was himself…

Are you happy, Stephen? DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022)

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“Yes sir I am. At least in this universe… gosh I hate that I have to specify that…” she sighs.

“As far as the apple question goes. I’ve been asked numerous times. The answer is depends how hard you throw it.”

But do the apples work if he is not an actively practicing doctor?

…hmm. Good point.

@paging-dr-palmer you’re still a practicing doctor, correct?

@byondtheveil

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Oh look it’s Stephen.

he’s a 10 but he can’t stop performing medical malpractice

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✧GIFTOBER 2022 (+ @mcuchallenge) | Day 14: Apologizing.

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Buffy the vampire slayer.

Just kidding.

I usually go as something bright and cheerful. Because if I get called into work I don’t like to scare the kids.

So anything that’s gory is really out of the picture.

Usually I go as a Disney Princess of some sort.

Hiiii there, hunky magic man!* waves enthusiastically and blushes* With Halloween upon us, I have to know, what would be yours and Christine's go to costume choices for yourself and for the other? Is it something cute like one of you dressing up as a piece of peanut butter toast while the other dresses as piece of jelly toast, or is it something else entirely :P? Don't worry, I promise not to tell ;)

I think I would dress up as Dracula. People already say I kinda look like a vampire anyways. I would ask the Cloak to look more creepy and then I'd wear some black. As for Christine...I think you'd have to ask her.

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What is your ideal date night with Stephen look like?

Probably either a movie night. Though he tends to pick apart movies if there’s any historical inaccuracies. Or board games.

Not to brag but I always kick his ass at boggle.

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Captain Carter

She’s a dear friend of mine. -838 Christine

I’m sorry who? -616 Christine