#Unity of Magic

[sanctum-stinker]

Unity of magic fan art for the best fanfic ever!!!

Can’t put into words how much I love this work, so just read it yourself!

[invye]

is unity of magic discontinued

Hiya anon!

UoM will continue!

I have however been severely writer's blocked and life is happening quite a lot these past few months, so I'm afraid it will be a while still.

I can tell you that I have all the remaining chapters completely planned out (we're about halfway through) with plenty of notes, so no matter how long it takes me, I can and I will come back to it eventually.

(Fun fact: I started planning UoM pretty much exactly five years ago now, so you know I have been in with this story for the long haul--)

Thank you for reading anon, I'm happy to know you enjoy my work so much you reached out~

[popcorn-plots]

who you say you are

i feel like shit so here we are

possible TW for discussions of periods and everything that happens during them, like bleeding through three layers of clothing (that was a wonderful night)

Stephen hated his periods. He hated the general feeling of unwellness during that week, and he hated having to clean blood out of everything after he inevitably bled through.. everything. The worst part about it, however, wasn't even the blood. It was the dysphoria. It was the fact that every month, his period would bring the lies of his mind, telling him that he wasn't a real man and never would be. That he was weak for whining about it.

That he was never Stephen and he never would be. That he was too feminine, or that he was never 'good enough' to pass as a man. The worst was his mind telling him that he'd always be a girl, that deep down... he was never Stephen in the first place. He was just little Lucy, trying on her dad's shirt.

On those days, Stephen would curl up on his bed, clutching a hot water bottle. Cloak would hold him as he sobbed, telling himself over and over again, like a mantra, that his name was Stephen Strange. On those days, he would ask Wong not to bother him, despite every fiber of his being yearning to be held, begging for someone to call him handsome and take away the pain.

He didn't think that Wong knew. He was near-positive that Wong had no idea that Stephen was trans. As far as the other sorcerer knew, Stephen was just another man. A man with a broken soul to match his broken hands and scarred chest.

~

It was one of those days (Dark Days, Stephen called them) when Stephen was in his room, clutching a pillow to his chest. A second was between his legs, pressed to his crotch. It was surprisingly helpful when dealing with cramps, the pressure on his lower abdomen easing the discomfort. Unfortunately, he had forgotten his heading pad in the library from when he last used it and when he finally needed it again, he was too comfortable to get it.

Magic was out of the option as well considering just how horrible he felt between the pain, dysphoria, and his hands. It was a bad hand day, because of course, and he really didn't want to move. Which, unfortunately, meant breathing through the pain and trying not to cry.

Eventually, he managed to fall into a light sleep, nodding off then jolting awake again. He woke up in a way that jarred his hands and he groaned. It might be time to sacrifice his comfort for some much-desired relief.

He was mentally preparing himself to climb out of bed when there was a knock at the door. "Stephen?"

Stephen blinked. "..Wong..?"

"You left your heating pad in the library." Wong announced.

Stephen sighed. "I know. Leave me alone."

"I warmed it up for you. I thought you might need it. May I come in?" Stephen didn't respond. Wong had found his heating pad and warmed it up for him. For a second, Stephen wondered if Wong knew, but he had hidden it so well-- "Stephen?"

"...yeah. you can come in."

There was a click as the doorknob turned, then Wong was walking across the room in brisk strides, stopping in front of the nest of blankets that was Stephen Strange. "Here." he set the heating pad down near Stephen's hands. "I also have tea and some of your painkillers. It's raining today."

Stephen let out a shaky breath. Maybe Wong was just looking out for his hands. That would explain it, right? But Wong was never so... caring. Aside from his the week after Everest and his usual quiet help when Stephen needed to handle large stacks of books.

"You're paler than usual. If you turned yourself into a vampire on accident, I will kill you again." Stephen huffed.

"I'm not a vampire."

Wong reached out a hand and felt Stephen's forehead. Stephen nearly froze at the contact, but didn't say anything. He tried to look anywhere but Wong until the hand was gone. "You're not running a temperature."

"I'm trans." Stephen found himself blurting out.

Wong looked at him. Blinked. "Do you need any supplies?"

Supplies...?

"Pads, tampons? You disappear in your room once every four weeks, only coming out for food and when you do, you look horrible. Deathly pale, hunched over as if in pain, it wasn't hard to figure out."

Stephen looked up at his friend. Wong had taken a seat in the armchair next to Stephen's bed -- one of the large library chairs that had found itself in Stephen's room after a few too many vigils of Wong's when Stephen found himself injured.

"You... you never said anything."

"If you wanted me to know, you would have told me when the time was right."

"You... always made my favorite meals."

Wong huffed a rare smile. "I have never menstruated, but I can sympathy. I have a sister. She was always... vocal with.. everything. I did what I could to make her feel better."

Stephen smiled. "It sounds like you love her."

"Very much." Wong was smiling ever so slightly. Stephen found that watching Wong smile seemed to take the pain away.

"What's her name?"

"Li." It was soft, spoken just above a whisper. "You'd like her."

"Li. Pretty name." Stephen sighed. "Mine was-- is--"

"Stephen."

Stephen paused. He stared at Wong. Wong stared back. "Your name is Stephen. You are Stephen Strange. Do not give me your dead name. It is dead for a reason. You are who you say you are, not what someone else wants you to be. You told me on your very first day that your name is Stephen Strange. That is who you are. If you wish for me to use a different name, then I will. I respect you, and I will respect you, whoever you decide to be."

Stephen swallowed, tears pricking his eyes. He refused to let himself cry in front of Wong, of all people. Wong looked at him again and nodded. "You are Stephen Strange. Remember that."

Before he knew it, Wong had closed the door behind him and Stephen was sobbing into his pillow.

A few hours later, Stephen woke up feeling a hundred times better than before. He decided to find his way to the kitchen for dinner, now that the cramps had disappeared.

He found Wong at the stove, making friend rice. Wong's go-to comfort food that had quickly become Stephen's as well."

"Thank you." Stephen whispered. Wong responded by dishing Stephen and himself a large helping of rice.

"Of course, Stephen."

[saydesole]

Happy Black History Month

Black Opera Singers

Their names are presented below, in chronological order from top to bottom

Marian Anderson 1897-1993

Paul Robeson 1898-1976

Leontyne Price 1927- Still Living

William Warfield 1920-2002

Elizabeth Greenfield 1824-1876

George Shirley 1934- Still Living

Caterina Jaboro 1898-1986

Jules Bledsoe 1898-1943

[letsdeconstructtogether]

Ancestry Mood Board

[invye]

Yes, yes she is, and she's gonna make sure all of you have eaten properly and drank your water; you need to take care of yourselves to defend the Earth from magical threats!

Master Jio, we love you

she’s best healer bean

@invye

[cultlifecollective-blog]

TELL ME IT’S UNITY

[golden-coven]

Just a wip, but I just finished the rough draft and just decided to post it lmao

I’m really tired lmao, I’ll try more on the next thing I have planned rn this was mostly to do a quick thing to get back into it

[tsisabelaaworld]

You've walked the long road and you've walked it well ❤️🥰

[aquilaequinox]

Magic the Gathering - Cover of Darkness card

[friendship-is-unity]

MLP REDESIGNS: Friendship Cadet Rarity Belle!

Here she is! The high-end trendsetter herself, Rarity!!

More under cut!

Rarity Belle was a wealthy pony looking to free herself from her parents dictatorship like role over her life,as well as making a life for herself in Manehattan. After winning over her sister in a custody dispute,the duo looked towards the bright city lights in order to achieve their dreams. Creative, obviously fashionable,and a littleee sassy, Rarity aspires to be a inspiration for many young fillies wanting to achieve their goals. After all,a little glitter,and some inspiration,can go a long way!

Extra doodle,just for the road-

[invye]

LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK!

THERE IS ART FOR UNITY OF MAGIC!

AND IT'S ALL GLORIOUS!

Thank you so much for this beautiful gift of your talent my friend <3

Do you like your men emotionally constipated? Do you like some solid man on man action (painful pining for at least 30 chapters)? Do you like romantic gestures such as soup sharing and life saving? Well multiply that by 50, chuck it in a blender and let me introduce you to ‘Unity of Magic’!

Unity of magic is a Wongstrange fic which is written by the absolutely brilliant Invye on Ao3, and follows universe 444 Stephen and Wong in their journeys and misadventures through exorcisms, battles and soulful longing. I’ll link the fic below as this is REQUIRED READING for anyone who ships WongStrange or anyone interested in Doctor Strange at that. Absolutely fantastically written, and couldn’t recommend a better fic to read ever.    You can also follow Invye here on tumblr where she updates you on chapter releases and other oneshots and such that she has dropped. You can find here page linked below the fic. Go follow her and give her the love she deserves!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38983014/chapters/97505751 

https://www.tumblr.com/invye

[invye]

Not a question, but I am actually going insane ripping my eyeballs out chewing on my furniture because of unity of magic. Your writing is so scrumptious I actually have an addiction. I NEED THEM TO DO SOMETHING. THIS SLOW BURN IS BURNING MY SOUL. ITS BURNED INTO MY MIND. THANK YOU FOR THIS ART🙏🙏

Aw, thank you so so much!

I cannot express just how happy it makes me every time someone tells me my writing consumes them as much as it does me!

I have been severely writer's blocked, but I'm working hard on getting back into the fray and I can't wait for you guys to see what is coming, it's gonna get wild.

[popcorn-plots]

We should make The Benedicts² read Unity of Magic by @invye and watch them cry over the feels

[yellowflowerartz]

Unity Baker Transformation!! 🩷 . . . This is my first ever full transformation sequence in comic form! I decided to draw Baker as her gimmick was something I wanted to create from the very beginning. From her pose in her fake screenshot, I finally created what her full transformation could look it, for the sake of comic pacing. I sincerely hope you guys enjoy this sample comic I’ve been working on this past week alongside the character profiles.

I’m almost at completion with this project! Just got a cover and some minor character drawings to go. This has been a long journey and I’m so excited to reach the finish line to finally see that degree fall into my hands! Thank you the support, seriously! From the bottom of my heart, I wouldn’t be doing this without you guys! 🩷

[letsdeconstructtogether]

Unity in the Black Community

A Call For Unity From Burkina Faso's Intermediate President Ibrahim Traoreé