#and yep i'm talking about doctor strange

[welldonebeca]

Glitter and Goo (II)

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. WC: 1.8k words Warnings: Romantic tension. Fluff. Dirty talking. Sex promises.

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Masterlist

You fixed yourself dinner, lemonade forgotten, barely processing the taste of the food as you watched the way in front of you.

Space was beautiful. It was so strange to see those stars so clearly.

Yet, it was so scary sometimes.

You got something ready for Bucky too, saving it for when he'd wake up, putting some music on before moving off to work on the research of the element already.

It was maybe two or three hours later that the sound of a phone call got your attention.

"FRIDAY, pick up," you asked.

The sound stopped for a moment, and you took your gloves off.

"Doctor Sparkles," Tony greeted. "Got time to talk?"

You scoffed at the silly nickname.

"What's up?"

"That sparkly thing you sent over," he told you. "Thor said it's pollen."

You rolled your eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock," you shifted to the other side, where you'd been working on the pollen. "I gave it a look under the microscope, but I'm not exactly good at alien biology."

It just looked sparkly. Sparkly pollen, that was it.

"Anything on the goo?" you asked him. "It dried really fast, I didn't have time to take a second sample to look into it myself."

Maybe you could cut some of the fabric of Bucky's clothes. Even if it had dried, it could have left something there.

"We got someone smart looking into the one too," he told you. "Are they from the same plant?"

"Yep," you crossed your arms. "A flower exploded on Bucky. He got really grumpy about it."

There was silence on the other side.

"It exploded?" Tony asked. "Like... what?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Like a flower explosion, Tony," you told him. "What else can it mean?"

More silence.

"I gotta check something," he decided. "Are you going anywhere?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about visiting Pluto," you sassed back. "I heard it is really pretty this time of the year."

A sound caught your attention for a moment, and you looked in the direction of the dorm.

Had Bucky woken up.

"It's not worth it," Tony told you. "I'll be back in a minute."

He hung up, leaving you to scoff. It wasn't like you had anything else to do, anyway.

"Ma'am?" FRIDAY called. "Agent Barnes is behaving strangely."

That made you stiffen up.

What?

"Define strangely?"

The damn pollen.

You pulled up a tranquillizer from the side of your table.

If it had made him violent, it was best not to even get close to him.

"He has broken his bed, ma'am," the system told you. "And... I believe he's trying to copulate with your pillow."

He was...

"What?" you shouted back. "What do you mean, he's trying-"

But another call came through again.

"It's Tony, ma'am," it told you.

You grunted, covering your face with a hand.

"Pick it up," you cocked the tranquilliser. "Tony, tell me you have good news, because I think I have a problem."

"I do," he told you. "And it isn't venomous."

You sighed. Good, at least that.

"The flower that Bucky might have encountered is part of the mating rituals of-"

"Quick answer," you interrupted him, worry already filling you. "I don't have time for the sociology lesson."

He snorted a bit.

"It's a sex flower," he told you. "It makes you horny for your mate and facilitate reproduction of a highly infertile-"

You blinked, shocked.

"Wait, it's a sex pollen?" you asked. "Tony, this isn't funny!"

Where had he gotten that explanation from? Someone's fanfiction story?!

But he laughed on the other side.

"Except that it is!" he corrected you. "It enhances romantic and sexual attraction towards one's mate-"

"Mate?"

Was he talking about animals?

"It is actually highly sought after by some Asgardians struggling with their fertility," Thor spoke on the other side. "It quickens up the production of eggs and sperm to ensure reproduction."

You had to pinch yourself to react, still shocked.

What the fuck?

"And how does that affect humans?" you asked.

You were met by a bit of a hum.

"We don't have many answers on that," Tony answered at last. "But probably the same as Asgardians?"

"If so, there's nothing to worry about," Thor assured you, not sounding worried at all. "It only hits those who are actively around their partners."

You glanced back at the dorm. Well, that didn't sound very right.

"Partners?" you asked. "Like boyfriends and girlfriends? Wives, husbands, spouses...?"

He confirmed with a hum.

"Yeah. People who we have strong romantic and sexual feelings for, a bit more than just passion," he told you. "Bucky will be just fine."

"Ma'am," FRIDAY called. "Agent Barnes has dented the wall with a punch. I believe the door can only resist another five of those before breaking, unless you activate quarantine mode."

That didn't seem to go over Tony.

"Wait, what?" he asked. "Why is he punching the ship?"

You stood up quickly.

"I gotta go check on him," you decided. "Thor, is there a chance he... might..."

Hurt you.

His voice was tainted with worry when he answered.

"Violence is unlikely," he told you. "Unless you try to keep someone away from their mate."

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

Holy shit.

"Okay," you spoke slowly. "I'll call you back if I need anything else."

"Wait, what?" Tony gasped back. "Where are you going?"

But you pressed the screen near your station, hanging up.

You could hear grunts when you walked near the dorm and jumped in shock when you heard Bucky's fist against the door again.

"James!" you shouted. "What are you doing?"

He stopped.

"Y/N?" Bucky called suddenly, half whimpering. "Where are you?"

You neared the closed door.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, instead. "Are you alright?"

He knocked on the door, a little weaker.

"Please," Bucky begged. "I need you."

You swallowed down, eyeing the door, worried.

Was he going mad with lust?

"Please," he cried.

Heat pooled in your belly, a soft smell making your face warm.

Was that him?

He smelt so good.

"Please?" Bucky insisted.

You stopped your tranquilliser slowly, walking near the door, but when you tried to open it, it was locked.

"FRIDAY," you called. "Open the door."

There was a moment of hesitance.

"Are you sure, doctor?" the system asked. "It's still possible to put Agent Barnes in quarantine. It's only 36 hours until we arrive back home."

You shook your head. No, you wouldn't leave him alone.

"Open the door," you commanded once more. "Don't ask me again."

The sound of the locks moving was loud, and you opened the door slowly when you found it unlocked.

James didn't move when you stepped inside, just far enough from the door that you walked in easily.

His face was so flushed, and he was drenched in sweat.

You reached for him slowly, touching him gently on his cheeks, and he exhaled, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Where were you?" Bucky panted, sounding so sweet and yet so needy, his hands moving to cover yours. "Where had you gone?"

It broke your heard to hear him like that, so lost. You had left alone!

He watched you with his bright blue eyes so soft, and it was as if he hadn't been slamming the door moments ago.

"I'm sorry," you caressed his skin. "I was making dinner. Aren't you hungry?"

Bucky shook his head, hand moving down slowly, touching your body gently. First your waist, wrapping his arm around you so slowly that you knew you could step away and stop him any time you wanted.

He put his head in your neck, sniffing you, nuzzling into you as if you were the most precious thing he didn't want to let go.

You shivered when you felt him sniffing you, pressing close to you, his body hot.

His big hand travelled down a bit, near your hip.

"Hungry," he mumbled into your neck, licking your skin.

Bucky's fingers searched around your jumpsuit on your back, tugging on your jacket and your utility belt.

"Smell good," he whimpered. "Can smell you..."

You sighed out.

"Smell me?" you squirmed.

You could smell him good. It was so good.

"Smell you wet," Bucky hissed, unhooking your belt and throwing it away. “Smell your skin… wanna bury my head in your tits, find your sweet smell in them.”

You gasped, surprised.

"Bucky! Something could break!"

He tugged on your vest, lips travelling up and down your neck, and if he was that insistent there, you couldn't help imagining what he'd do if he put himself between your legs.

"Want to break you," he took his hands to your belly and pulling on the clasps of your best, nearly breaking them. "Make you mine. No one else will have you."

What?

He wasn't speaking any tense.

Bucky threw it away, grabbing the front zip of your suit and tearing it.

“Bucky!”

Did he know how hard it was to get a jumpsuit that fit your tits? They were too fucking big for most of them, you had to get a bigger size and adjust the rest of your body!

Still, you couldn’t complain as his big hand pushed into your clothes, grabbing your chest, squeezing your breast over your bra.

"No one else can have you," Bucky babbled. "You're mine."

Bucky took your clothes off so quickly you barely saw it, and he picked you up, laying you on the bed.

For a moment, you thought he would take you just like that, but he took off his clothes before moving and kneeling in front of the bed, looking at your face with such a soft pleading look on his face.

"Please?" he whispered. "Can I have you? Please?"

You swallowed down, leaning onto your elbows.

His mattress was practically on the floor, the legs broken, and it would be so easy for him to just crawl to you.

"Want to give you my babies," Bucky pleaded with you. "Want to be yours, please."

You swallowed down, breathing in deep. Oh, how good he smelt. You had to fight yourself not to bury your face into his neck and sniff him.

The flower... it had to do with mating rituals, wasn't it?

"What are you going to do?" you asked him.

Bucky swallowed down.

"I want to make you feel good," he promised. "I'll treasure you, I'll never let you go."

You pressed your thighs together, a bit warm between them.

His fingers clenched by his sides.

"I'll fill you up," Bucky promised. "You're so empty, aren't you? I'll give you everything!"

You swallowed down again, feeling your pussy clenching at the idea.

His babies. He was going to give you his babies, right?

Your eyes travelled down his body to his cock, and it was so hard. There was so much precum.

Oh, he was going to fill you up, right?! Give you his cum!

Bucky was going to breed you.

You nodded, sitting up.

"Please," you tried to grab his hand. "Please, Bucky."

…

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[pocket-jack]

Love Mail

Luffy climbing up to Victoria Punk: Love mail!

Killer playing along: Love mail? Oh! It must be a letter for you, Kid!

Kid: You're two are a dorks. The hell is love mail?

Luffy: It's a news report. Did you know that the sunflowers on the whole island are looking at the same direction? They're looking at you, sunshine! Get it? Because sunflowers are always facing the sun, and when there isn't any, they're facing each other. I guess they confused you with the sun, Juggy!

Kid, all red: "Drops his instrument kit" Ahhh... What a bullshit...

Killer: Aww, that's sweet

Kid: Shut up...

Luffy: I'll go spread the Love Mail to Traffy! Enjoy your day!

Kid: Mggghghhh....

Killer: I'll translate that: you too, Straw Hat!

Luffy, climbing in the Polar Tang: Love Mail!

Shachi: AAAH! Straw Hat! You scared me! Don't sneak up on us so suddenly! And what the hell is a Love Mail?

Luffy: Can't tell you! It's for Traffy!

Shachi: Ah-... Ooooh! I get it! Ooooooi! Captain! There's a letter for you!!

Law coming from the operating room cleaning his instruments: A letter? From who?

Luffy: From me :))

Law: "Smiling warmly" What is it?

Luffy: A love mail! S' a fact actually!

Law: A fact? A fun one?

Luffy: A really fun one! Did you know that I have a disease?

Law: Wha-? A disease? What is it? Why didn't you tell me? You know that your and Kids health are important to me! What are the symptoms?

Luffy: I know how it's called and I've had it for a while know... And the symptoms are... "Pressed his hand to his chest" Whenever I'm around Traffy my heart keeps beating faster and I may die if I stop looking at him! You know how it's called?

Law completely oblivious: I... Such a strange and vague symptoms... Are you sure there's nothing else? It can't be that I don't know it!..

Luffy: Te-he! The disease that I have is called... 'Traffy is so attractive that I can't look away from him"!

Law: ...

Law: "Turns red, but also sighs in relief" Oh... Oh! Straw Hat-ya, don't scare me like that! I thought you had something serious!

Luffy: It is serious! There is also a newpaper in the love mail! It's states that Trafalgar Law is the handsomest doctor in the world! And do you know who wrote the report? The future Pirate King Monkey D. Luffy! Can you imagine!?

Law: "Flatters" Aw! Stop! I need to work! Did you send the love mail to Eustass too?

Luffy: Of course! I'm the best love mail man in the world!

Luffy: "Leaves" Byee! Hope the love letter made your day!

Law: It sure did...

Shachi: Awww! Captain is smiling! This is the best day of my life!

Law: Shachi, I will split you in half.

Shachi: Got it! I'll shut up!

Robin: Hello, Luffy! How was your love mail plan?

Luffy: It's good! Traffy and jaggy were so red and happy when I told them about it! Thank you for helping with the quotes! And thanks to you too, Sanji!

Sanji: Repay me with stopping trying to break into the refrigerator. I know you tried to bite off the code lock

Luffy: But I'm hungry at night! How can I eat if the refrigerator looked?

Robin: "Spots Kid, climbing onto the ship" Oh, hello Kid

Luffy: Jaggy! Do you need something?

Kid: Yeah, just wanted to pass you the mail

Luffy: The mail?

Kid: Yes. It's the trinket. I know, you love them

Luffy: Wha- For me???

Kid: Yep! I can't do quotes, but I'd do anything to see you happy

Luffy: "Processing" ...

Luffy: "Covers his red face with a hat" Nishishishi! Thank you!..

Kid: "Rises Luffy's chin with his hand to see his red face" No prob! That's what the Love Mail means, right?

Luffy: "Got shy" Ahh!.. Y-yeah!...

Robin and Sanji: Aaawww

Law: "Teleports to them with a box" Hey

Luffy: Traffy? Why are you here?

Law: Don't act like I can't see my partner whenever I want. About the Love Mail thing

Luffy: Oh? "Hides his eyes with a hat" You too???..

Kid: I was first! Did he get you too?

Law: I just want to talk about his... 'Disease'. Not compete for his attention with you, Eustass

Luffy: What do you wanna talk about?

Law: Your diagnosis. First time I thought I don't know anything about it, but know that you named a disease, I think that I know exactly what too prescribe you

Luffy: Wha?..

Law: "Gives him a box" It may ease the symptoms a little bit. But the kisses and hugs will do the trick as well

Luffy: "Opens it" What's inside? A medicine?

Law: The best that I have

Luffy sees the inside full of chocolate that he loves: Oh!?.. OOOOH?????

Kid: Don't tell me he won! What about my trinket to you? It can be used as a fidget toy, puzzle, even self defens-.. Agh... Forget it. You already ate the chocolate... I'm glad you happy, monkey

Luffy: It was SO delicious! It had my favorite flavor and all! Oh!.. Wait... Was I suppose... To eat all of it in one go.

Law: You can eat as much as you want. That's kind of the thing. You can't get overdose. Truly a beautiful medicine for a beautiful patient

Luffy: Eh... Stop... That's not...

Kid: It is! You're beautiful! The prettiest out of the world! And also you, hot doc

Law: Hot doc? Did you receive the news as well?

Kid: I've figured you'd be! And you too! So adorable when you shy "Smooches Luffy"

Luffy: ..aaw.. "Covers his whole face with hat"

Kid and Law got K.O-ed momentetaly: Oh-...

Kid and Law proceeds to hug and kiss completely shy Luffy: Love Mail - the best thing in the world!

Straw Hats: AWWWWWW

[eviesaurusrex]

"Face your fears, Doctor Strange." || S. Strange

[GIF is not mine!]

pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

word count: 4.6k (ooooops?)

summary: After saving the universe and becoming the Infinity Witch, Tony's younger sister felt nothing like her former self. Stephen screwed up badly, but Earth-838 Christine helped him see that he could truly become happy only through facing his fears (I'm terrible at summaries, so please ignore this accident, thank youuu.)

warnings: MoM spoiler (not really, but i just put it in), sad boy Stephen, a bit of swearing, my grammar (yes, that's a warning because I wrote this in the middle of the night and I don't trust my own beta-reading skills lol), a bit of angst, fluff at the end, that should be all, if not tell me!

author's note: Well, Well, Well. Welcome to my first ever uploaded story. Please be kind to lil' old me because that's the first one, and my anxiety is at an all-time high. But my utter adoration for this man has to come out, so… enjoy, I guess?

Lovely comments and reblogs would be much appreciated! Loads of love for reading, people! <3

“Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

The words of Christine Palmer echoed through his head as he stood on the verge of the conjured portal, his shoe tips already gracing the ground of the coniferous forest. Blue eyes overlooked the grant lake at which shore a lovely wooden cabin sat, the sun rising over the cloudless sky and the birds singing their songs, unbothered by the unusual sound of the golden sparking portal. He knew he had to do it, knew how bad he screwed the only good thing in his life up, and how bad he treated the woman he loved the most.

Stephen Strange rarely felt fear creeping up in his body, but now, on the edge of facing his biggest mistakes, he felt it – cold and icy within his veins, while the blue of his eyes searched the shore for the distinctive hair his lover called her own. Emptiness was the only thing that greeted the Sorcerer at that moment, and Stephen sighed deeply.

“Stop being a headless chicken, Strange,” he scolded himself in a hushed voice and stepped over the portal barrier and onto the soft ground of the woods surrounding him now. “Finally!” Wong’s voice reached him, and Stephen turned around to see the Sorcerer Supreme standing behind him in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, a bowl of cereals in hand. “Go get your girl back, Strange. It’s about time.” And with that, Wong raised a hand and closed the portal with the spoon still between his fingers.

The doctor sighed again, even deeper now that Wong knew of his whereabouts because he would never hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed. He had to get this right, had to undo the unspeakable things he had said to her on that fateful day, and he had to bring her back, bring her home. Even though he had fought aliens, monstrous creatures, and broken witches and saved the universe probably multiple times (with the occasional help of others), he never feared something more than this moment.

Facing your fears and mistakes was something entirely different.

Stephen Strange had to travel through the multiverse to understand this essential part of being human. He wondered how he had survived this long.

A closing car door brought the Sorcerer back into reality, and after turning his head in the direction of the sound, Stephen stared into a familiar pair of eyes. It always astounded him how similar the Stark siblings were but so different at the same time. The man was considered exceptionally intelligent, but this… he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Strange.” Stephen suspected that his appearance wouldn’t be welcomed by the older Stark – and he was dead-on right. “What are you doing here of all places? Got something muddled up with your magical, glittering GPS? I hope so because if you landed here intentionally, I’m forced to remove you off this property.” Yep, still not a fan.

The man held both his hands up in defeat. “Listen, Stark. I only came here to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She deserves an apology, an explanation, anything, really. I’m not here to stir a fight because I’m not here for you, but for her.” Stephen really tried to be polite because even though Iron Man retired right after their victorious fight over Thanos, the suits were still somewhere around. He never would destroy them if his sister was here, not with the screaming red target on her back, now that she probably was the mightiest creature in the entire multiverse.

Well, she would be faster in eliminating an enemy than any of his machines.

Tony Stark scoffed and scooped up the little copy of his as soon as she ran to her father. “Your very existence is stirring up a fight, Strange. She came to this place for a reason, and the reason is called Stephen A-hole Strange.” The man was interrupted by Morgan. “What is an A-Hole, Daddy?” Tony couldn’t hide the slight grin forming on his face before shaking his head and kissing her temple. “Later, munchkin. ‘Promise.” Then, it was Stephen’s turn all over again. “She doesn’t wanna see or hear from you. She doesn’t wanna even acknowledge your existence on this planet, in this universe, and she certainly isn’t interested in anything you could let that mouth of yours escape. You hear me?”

The Sorcerer had to look elsewhere, to not crumble under the older Stark’s glare. This was a terribly bad idea, and now Stephen had to endure it in order to maybe get the love of his life back. He should’ve prepared a damn speech in advance.

“Tony.” He never called him that. “Please.” He never begged for something. “I just need five minutes with her. If she’s still that furious like she left me, you will never have to see me again because she probably kills me with her own hands. If I hurt her all over again, you can strangle the life out of me. See? A win-win situation.”

Tony had already lost after the Sorcerer’s pleading, especially after one look at his darling wife, standing outside on the patio, arms crossed and a soft expression on her face. At that moment, Tony knew he had to give in to do the right thing – and to be a role model for the tiny person on his arm.

Stephen felt a change in the air before the Stark gave him one firm nod. “You’ll get five minutes. If she starts screaming, I’ll end you. If she starts crying, I’ll end you. If she demands that you’ll leave, I’ll probably end you anyway because she went through enough to take your bullshit on top of that, wizard. Have I made myself clear?” The doctor swallowed the retort lying on his tongue – damn, that was hard - and nodded. “Perfectly clear,” he agreed and walked closer to the house.

He offered Pepper Stark a small smile. “Thank you.” It was only a whisper, barely above his breath, but he knew he would’ve never made it through Tony without her help. The redhead smiled softly and gestured around the cabin. “She is in the back, her usual spot. Tell her how you feel, and everything will be alright, Stephen. She is just as lost without you as you are without her.” She always liked him more than Tony Stark probably would ever master in his life.

But sometimes, a single person on one’s side was enough.

With measured steps, Stephen rounded the cabin’s patio to make his way down to the landing stage where the younger Stark sibling loved to sit, offside the sometimes hectic environment inside the house or to escape the buzzing city. Even now, it seems that she preferred the quiet- and calmness of the lake over the town she escaped weeks ago.

His heart pounded in his chest, trying to escape the confinements of his ribcage to either vanish and hide or to run to the woman it loved the most, to finally feel whole again. Stephen wasn’t sure which option it would be while knowing the truth deep to his core. It was strange, that thing called Love, and it still scared the living hell out of him, but as Christine in one of the multiverses had said: He must face his fears to be finally and completely happy. And maybe even a man like him deserved happiness in his life.

And then the moment was there he dreaded such a long time because it could either mean the inevitable end of everything or lead to more heartache and longing – from his side, of course. Stephen wasn’t even sure how she felt about the entire ordeal, nor what she thought about him after he had said these awful things no lover should ever yell to one another. The memory alone caused the Sorcerer to flinch violently while taking the last corner and immediately stopping dead in his tracks.

The sun rays kissed her long locks, floating in the warm spring breeze, the dark but always softly and mischievously shimmering eyes closed, while a concentrated frown graced the soft features Stephen could admire for endless hours. There was no doubt that the Sorcerer would ever get tired of her face – of her altogether. And now, after the long absence of her presence in his life, Stephen couldn’t stop staring at her in utter awe; he felt like a lovestruck teenager. Too madly in love to do anything else but stare while the tongue in his mouth got twisted, and if he dared to speak, he would never get one syllable over his lips. It was a curse, really, and it always struck the doctor within her reach, now more than ever – because now, the hero knew what rested underneath the surface of this beautiful woman.

What have I done? What on earth had pushed me to say these words that ended everything and led us here? What happened to us?

Only the stars knew the answer to these essential questions, and Stephen felt salty tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He watched as her right hand rose from the wood of the already slowly withering landing stage, and he witnessed with wide eyes how she used the powers the Infinity Stones had gifted her. Nothing more than a flick of her hand was necessary to let the dead flowers beside her grow again, to spread their beauty along the entire edge of the lake. Except for the spot he stood on. And if that wasn’t clue enough, her voice exposed his presence.

“What do you want, Stephen?”

It sounded emotion- even lifeless and that was the ultimate trigger for his persistence to take its first breath of life in a very long time. Stephen needed her as much as she does, and he would not return to the Sanctum before she listened to him – really listened.

“I forgot that sneaking up on you isn’t an option anymore,” he smiled softly before taking one step forward. Then another one. And after that, he became bold and took the third one, just to run into an invisible wall and rubbed his nose. “Ouch.”

She only sat there, motionless, staring straight onto the glistening lake. “I don’t need these abnormal powers to hear you, Stephen. You’re louder than a grizzly as soon as you leave the city behind.” The Stark fell silent before scoffing quietly. “You’re, by the way, very welcome. I wasn’t sure if I only should let you run into a wall or if I should just shock you right away so you’ll leave me the fuck alone.” Her arms entwined around her shins to pull both legs closer to her chest. “Just leave me alone, Stephen. You damaged enough, and I’m not interested in one of your outbursts. I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you on top of everything else. Look for someone interested in your company and the bullshit that comes out your mouth because I am certainly not available.” Yep, another Stark who dislikes me, great.

Stephen swallowed thickly, but instead of retreating, he pressed both of his scarred hands onto the invisible barrier which kept him and her apart. This barrier stood for so much more than just a physical separation, and the Sorcerer’s heart ached at the thought alone. The tears came back, and with them, Christine’s words: “Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

Blue eyes raised to gaze over the side profile of the younger Stark, and Stephen softly called her name. Of course, she didn’t react, so he used the one thing he desperately hoped still worked because if, there would still be hope. And hope was the only thing that kept the doctor going and breathing. “My love.” Pain flooded the delicate features, and the Strange exhaled the held breath. He whispered the words again, leaning his forehead against the atmospheric barrier, but kept his gaze fully on the woman in front of him. Her hands grabbed the fabric of her flannel with a deathly grip. Soon after, she buried her face between the knees to hide the welling tears in the ocean that were her eyes.

Hope was still there.

She knew he was there as soon as the first sparks of the portal emerged in the air. She felt it within her body in which these awful powers were locked and secured and connected the woman with the vastness that was this universe. It scared the living shit out of her and constantly reminded the Stark that now she was just another abomination within the fight between Good and Evil. Perhaps it only was a matter of time until the enemies tried to get their hands on her and the powers she never asked for. But now, she had to protect them at all costs because they belonged to her, and without them, she would never be whole again; she would never be herself again, even though the thought alone of being a powerful being made her sick to the core. She never wanted to play a part in the game that was the fight in the never-ending and dangerous multiverse.

With Stephen at her back to protect each other, life seemed to work out, even though she felt like a child who had just learned to use their magic properly. But then, one fateful day appeared on the path that was her life, and the happiness vanished like the dust after Thanos erased half of the universe.

Silence settled over the Sanctum, but her mind screamed at the top of its lungs. The pain never subsided; the connection to the entire universe sucked up all the energy she could master to gather over the day and left her behind as an empty shell. The ray of sunshine that once was the younger Stark sibling died between her snap while wearing the Infinity Gauntlet and her absorption of every single atom of every single Infinity Stone.

Slow steps moved her to raise her head and look over one shoulder to see Stephen Strange approaching. She had settled down in the library, waiting for him to come home after the mission, and had been there ever since she woke up after sunrise. A tired smile forced her lips apart, and without a second thought, she took the outstretched hand to get back on her feet. Even though the armchair was the comfiest of all the interiors within the library, she just couldn’t sit any longer. The woman steadied herself with both hands on his lower arms before wiping away the tears on her cheeks, but Stephen had already noticed them.

“Is everything alright, my love?” He asked gently, cradling her delicate face in his scarred hands and wiping the remnants of tears away. The Sorcerer bowed his head to softly kiss her forehead as soon as a sob recked through the more petite body of the woman he loved. It pained him to see her like that, so much was obvious, but the Stark suspected something boiled within the man she loved. Something seemed off ever since he came back from the mission before the last one, where he had found her sitting motionless on the grand staircase leading from the foyer up to the rooms. She just hadn’t had the strength to get up and move – to live, actually. Since that night, Stephen held something back, and that seemingly wanted to escape today.

She sniffled, and with harsh movements, she erased every sign of weakness off her cheeks. “I just can’t take it anymore, Stephen. I’m this shell of my former self, I don’t recognize myself in mirrors anymore, and I just can’t. I can’t hold myself together any longer.” He had to understand. A long time ago, Stephen Strange was desperate for an answer, of an escape route to get back to his former extraordinary self, so he must see her point now. The Stark woman hoped desperately because she lived for hope and the light at the horizon, but one glance up at his handsome face, and she knew that there wasn’t any hope.

He doesn’t understand. Why doesn’t he understand?!

His hands fell from her face, landed on her slender shoulders, and squeezed tightly. “Listen carefully now. You cannot throw everything out of the window just because this one time, it gets hard. You must stay strong and push through it, no matter the cost or afford it takes. You cannot just give up without even trying.” She flinched as if Stephen had struck her with full force.

He couldn’t have said that. Never. Not Stephen, who was always worried about her, who would do anything for her, and who helped her through every dark episode of her life – until now. Out of his grasp, the Stark stepped away and eyed him with boiling anger.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She seethed the words, almost whispering them through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer cocked one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The woman raised both hands and pushed forcefully against his chest as he dared to step closer again. “I said: That’s rich coming from someone like you.” Stephen scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean. You talk nonsense. Really, I don’t understand anything coming from you anymore. Your words, your actions – nothing makes sense anymore. Where is the strong, sassy, intelligent, and hard-fighting woman I fell in love with all those years ago? Where did she vanish? Did she get dusted, and you were the only thing left behind? An empty shell of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?! You... This… this shell is just pathetic.”

She flinched again, and tears full of anger rose to the surface. But she fought them back bravely because, at this moment, she swore that this man would never see a single tear of hers ever again. “Now I am the pathetic one? Do I have to remind you of your past, Stephen Strange?! Did you lose your memory while being dusted for five entire years? Did you forget what happened all those years ago in this fucking car?! Do I have to remind you again that you thought your life was over for months on end because of your fucking hands?! Because you weren’t longer the brilliant neurosurgeon Stephen fucking Strange who would have got everything he ever wanted except for the girl?! Do I have to remind you of that?! If so, we can talk about who was pathetic and who was not because I tried. I tried so fucking hard without thinking that my life was over because of something I couldn’t control. I was ready to die that day in order to save everyone – to save you! But I didn’t die. Instead, I became this thing I can’t explain nor control, and I tried to be this… this being who can feel everything within this universe and who must endure it so it can survive and live with the people it loved, but gosh.” The Stark shook her head and didn’t even know what to say now. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care a single second longer because clearly you don’t care either.”

She swallowed dryly, pushed past him, and snatched her hand out of Stephen’s attempted grasp. “Don’t you dare. Just… leave me the fuck alone, Strange. I don’t care anymore what you are trying to say or not. This,” she gestured between the both of them, “This destroyed everything. Whatever the hell is wrong with you, get it together before nobody wants to be in your company any longer and before you end entirely alone in this universe. It’s your biggest fear, after all, isn’t it?”

And with that, the Stark just… vanished in front of his eyes. She escaped to the comfort of the seemingly only people who loved her unconditionally.

The faintest memory of this day was enough to break the woman all over again. One moment longer, and she would’ve been this close to banning him from the planet. She certainly was capable of such a thing, wasn’t she? Her powers had to be of any use because if not, what was the point in trying?

“I know I failed you.”

Admitting that Stephen Strange was wrong was something entirely new – and unexpected. Never would’ve she thought that this man could be capable of such things as self-reflection. And that was why she perked up at that, barely visible, but she listened intently to what he had to say.

The sound of a heavy sigh drifted over to where she sat on the aged wood of the landing stage, and she closed the dark eyes she had in common with her brother (who most definitely stood behind one of the lake-facing windows to observe the scene unfold).

“I failed you in the worst way possible, and I… I am sorry. I’m… I… You…” He stammered tremendously before stopping himself from taking a shaky breath. “I’m not whole when you’re not there. I’m incomplete without you by my side, not capable of doing my duties or even breathing without feeling like I have to choke on the oxygen surrounding me and filling my lungs. I… I can’t bear a life without you in it, and I feel more guilty than I could ever put into words because I never was good with those. You always found the right things to say, the right things to do, and to save me from me – and my sometimes overbearing ego.” The woman closed her eyes at those confessions, pressing the tips of her fingers against her lips to suppress the sob that tried to escape her body.

A long time had passed since she felt so much at once. So many emotions that actually were hers and not the feelings she had to endure while being awake and connected to the universe. This was human. This was how it was supposed to be. How evolution intended the humans to be.

A feeling, breathing mess.

She felt the Sorcerer’s hands moving over her conjured barrier, and with a soft exhale, she allowed him to move closer – only one step, with the border still intact. But it appeared to her that Stephen noticed the slight movement closer to her, and the woman almost felt the feeling of hope growing inside him once more.

“I am sorry for every word I said that day, for every dagger I rammed inside your heart and probably turned it in their wounds. I am sorry I destroyed your hope, and that I did not think about the possibility that you had needed a hand reaching out to you. I am so sorry, my love. If I could, I would use the Time Stone to undo the day I lost my best friend, my hold in this world, the love of my life. Fuck.”

Now she felt the teardrops rolling over the barrier as if they fell onto her cheeks and graced her skin. But then, the Stark realized that her own salty tears escaped her eyes and rolled silently down her skin. Everything hurt so much more if one was facing the past instead of running away and trying to never look back. But she was stupid to believe for only a second that she could leave Stephen back in the past because, shit, she loved this man more than her own life. She loved him so much that she would have willingly sacrificed herself if it meant that he could live after losing five entire years.

The woman prepared herself to get up, turn around, and face the man she loved and lost on the path life had foreseen for her, but the sound of steps, produced by tiny feet skipping over the wood’s ground, let her pause before even tighten a muscle. Morgan appeared beside Stephen, and the tall man looked down on the tiny human in utter surprise. Instead of running against a wall like he did only moments ago, she jumped from one side of the landing stage to the other before stopping next to her aunt.

“Daddy said I have to rescue you,” her small voice announced proudly because she had accomplished the task successfully. The Stark woman smiled up to her niece and pushed a strand of hair out of the small face. How she adored the little girl in front of her… Morgan clinged herself onto the woman, and with her little monkey securely tucked at her side, she rose onto both feet. “You rescued me. Thanks, monkey,” the witch whispered lovingly while kissing her niece’s cheeks and turning around to face Stephen Strange in all his glory.

He looked exhausted like she did as if he barely slept like she did. A good night’s sleep was nothing more than a pleasant memory, and judging by the dark circles under his shining blue eyes, he must’ve lost the ability to sleep in every position and on every surface there was. Sympathy swept through her aching body, even though there still lived rage and anger inside her, but the Stark knew that she would forgive him.

She always did.

Without even the slightest flick of her hand, the thickened atmosphere surrounding her vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. Stephen almost lost his balance entirely before finding it again and taking a small, uncertain step in the direction of the woman of his dreams. Morgan watched the scene intently – just in case her dad wanted to know anything about it. The witch knew how much the girl in her arms loved to play spy. In rare moments like these, she reminded her of Natasha. But she didn’t mind the tiny intruder because her brother would have gotten the information either through his sister directly or through his wife.

“You will never speak to me in that manner again.”

The doctor nodded violently.

“You will never hurt me that way you did back then.”

Again, tears burned in both their eyes while looking at each other, not missing a single expression.

“Never,” Stephen promised, barely above a whisper.

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “Okay.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure of what to do with it. “Okay?” Never had he felt this uncertain about something in his life, but the Stark nodded again and dissipated the worries written all over his face.

“I still will be angry for quite some time because this was unacceptable and cruel and nothing I would ever wish upon another human. You have to deal with it. We have to fix this. But we will because so far, we always found a way to get through obstacles similar to this.” And with that, she adjusted Morgan on her arm and stepped in front of Stephen, holding one hand slowly out for him to reach and take it. He looked dumbfounded, his eyes switching between her eyes and the peace offering that was her hand, but instead of taking it, he stepped even closer. A hand cupped her neck, and his thumb caressed her jaw in slow, soft strokes while leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her temple.

Morgan giggled happily while the Stark closed her eyes and enjoyed his close proximity after such a long time. She took another deep breath to inhale his signature scent she missed more than she could ever express.

“I will make it right, I promise, sweetheart. I will make everything right. Well, I’ll try at least.” It was unusual to hear him correct himself in an instance, and she smiled softly at that. “You’re trying, and that’s all I want or need,” was all she whispered before taking his hand in hers and entangling their fingers together. “Bring me home, Stephen, okay?”

At that moment, Stephen was entirely sure that he had never heard something more beautiful in his life, except for every I love you out of her mouth, maybe. And so, the former Sorcerer Supreme brought his Infinity Witch back to the place they called their home.

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The Toy

Mulder and Scully take on a case involving strange deaths during sex.

Chapter 1:

Religious people often talk about critical situations being the work of God or the Devil. I’m not a religious man, but as I sit in this moment, I have these same thoughts. How on earth did I get here? How on Earth am I going to move forward from this?

Mmmmm.

She’s moaning. Scully is moaning now, just feet away from me, as she prepares to orgasm—not just orgasm, but to have the best orgasm of your life, according to the readers of Cosmopolitan Magazine.

Don’t look, just listen, okay…it would be awkward if you saw me…you know.

That’s what she’d said earlier; the ground rules she determined made her feel safe and okay with this experiment. But I still see her—as I lay back and close my eyes, my imagination fills in all the blanks. Scully in her silk robe, lying on her back. The robe has fallen open, and she’s pinching her nipple with one hand while her other hand is between her legs, bringing herself pleasure. She wiggles and flexes, her face blushed, and her eyes closed.

But in reality, I can't see any of that. I’m sitting on her couch in the dark with my back to her as she’s chasing that orgasm in her bed. The door is cracked so that I can hear her. And what’s my role in all of this? I’m monitoring her for safety, ensuring that what befell the others doesn’t happen to her. Mulder, you're the only one I trust... I’ll make some noises so that you know I’m still okay, she had said when we agreed to this…situation. And the noises are driving me wild.

Oh my god, oh my god, she whines in the distance.

So it is God then, I think, and maybe it’s the Devil who is responsible for my hard and hot cock demanding attention in my jeans.

Chapter 2:

ONE WEEK EARLIER

I duck as the pencil I’d thrown at the ceiling plummets back toward my eyeball.

“One of these days, you’re going to maim yourself, Mulder,” a familiar voice says. I snap my gaze to the door to see Scully reporting to work. She brushes some snow from her coat and hangs it on the hook before adjusting her high-heeled shoes and cracking her neck on her way to the desk.

“In that case, I look forward to the very thorough and diligent care of my personal doctor,” I wink at her. Flirting…that’s what I'm doing. It’s what I’ve always done for years with Scully.

Since we’d kissed at New Year’s, our flirty banter feels a little different to me, but I guess not to her—she’d said she enjoyed kissing me, but it couldn’t happen again. The next day, it was as if the kiss had never happened.

“If you came under my care, I’m sure a colonoscopy would be in order,” she teases.

I shake my head and grin as I grab four files and toss them across the desk toward her.

“What do we have?” she asks, immediately transforming into Special Agent mode, flipping through the top case file.

“Four deaths, spread across the Pacific Northwest. All women—various ages—all died of heart attacks unexpectedly without pre-existing conditions.”

“Hmm,” she says as she flips through the file. She is both meticulous and swift when processing information, a true pinnacle of efficiency. “Mulder heart attacks are unfortunately quite common in women.”

I throw another pencil at the ceiling as I wait for her to catch the common link, the countdown playing in my brain… three, two…one —

“Wait,” she demands. “The heart attacks all occurred during the act of sexual intercourse?”

“Yep.”

“Well, that is rather odd. But, still, about one-tenth of one percent of people die during consensual sex,” I notice her cheeks blushing now, her gaze dropping, and her hands fidgeting. Her body shows signs of nervousness as she talks to me about this, but her words are one hundred percent Dana Scully, MD. “Sex can be very strenuous.”

I chuckle, leaning back in my chair and propping my feet on the desk. “Dr. Scully, how many of those one-tenth of one percent of people dying during sex would be women with no pre-existing cardiac conditions?”

“Well,” she stalls. “I agree. It is an anomaly.”

“The computer picked it up,” I say, grabbing the files back from where she’d laid them down.

“Computer?” she asks.

“You know, the new TI-6969 the boys have down in the lab with the profiling algorithm. It looks for connections in seemingly unconnected cases. And it hit on this.”

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. Oh, how I love bantering with this woman.

“So I’m assuming we are heading to the Pacific Northwest, Mulder?”

“Plane leaves at eleven.”

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[fiberslut]

Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 1: Welcome to New York

Masterlist

prologue | next

Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Is this real? Am I in some of the Hollywood studios? Or this is a prank? Is the tv crew gonna come out and scare me anytime soon?

But my phone really said I'm in New York City, not Los Angeles.

What am I going to do now?

Then it hits my mind. If this is real. If I'm in the Marvel universe. It means I've traveled through a multiverse. The only person that I could think of right now is Doctor Strange. He must know how to send me home with his portal, I guess.

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"Sorry, he's not here, he's traveling in the dark dimension right now" Wong said

Did I just walk for about 1 hr for nothing?

"Can you just open the portal to him and talk to him or something?" I ask

"The dark dimension is not a place where a portal could open to Miss" Wong annoyingly answer me

and I wouldn't blame him, it was almost midnight when I knocked on the Sanctum Sanctorum doors

"Can I stay here just to wait for him, please? I have nowhere to go"

Wong pause and look at me for a sec, he turn his head to look inside the door and said

"Who are you and where are you from?"

"It's a long story Wong, I don't think I can tell you here, in front of these steps"

"Wait how did you know my name?"

"If you really wanna know, you gotta let me stay for a night ok? c'mon it's freezing out here"

"How am I gonna know that I can trust you, you may be with Mo-"

"No, I'm not with Mordo, can you let me in now"

"How do you know about that name?"

I couldn't wait any longer, I run through the door and bump Wong out of my way. As I turn to look at Wong I notice that the door that just ran through broke. Did I just do that by hitting it? But I don't feel any pain at all.

"Are you one of those superheroes huh?" Wong asks me as he tries to use his magic to fix the door frame

"I don't know, maybe you could tell me"

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"So you just woke up in the central park?" Wong asks

"Yeah, that's all I could remember"

"And what about how do you know my name?"

"Well as I said before, I think I came from another universe where all of you guys are just characters in comics and movies"

"What? We are not real?"

"Yeah sort of, do you have any more questions? I'm kinda tired right now" I ask as I yawn

"Hmm I think I will wait for Stephen and we'll ask more then, you can sleep upstairs, there's a room next to the main library"

"Thanks"

I walk upstairs. Pass a library.

Yuck. This place is so old and creepy.

And I found a bedroom. Yep, I think this is my room. So I go in. Tuck myself into the bed and fall asleep.

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I woke up and couldn't find Wong at any place so I decided to go out and do things as my plan. Yes, I have a plan now. A risky but a brilliant one. I open my phone to find where the Stark Tower is and surprised about how my battery is still at 100%.

After 1 hr of walking, I finally arrived at the legendary Stark Tower. Wow, it looks so good in real life, such a shame that we haven't seen much of it in the movies.

I walk inside and to the reception

"Hi how can I help you madam?" The Ultron ask me

"Yeah I have a meeting with Mr. Stark at about 10 AM today"

"Can I have your name madam?"

"It's Y/N Y/L/N"

"I'm afraid I don't have your name on the list madam"

"Oh wait a sec" I said as I take out my phone and pull some wire of the Ultron to connect with my phone"

"What are you you you doooing ingg madam?"

"Relax Jarvis you'll be fine"

"Please sto-" And finally, the reboot is completed.

"Make an appointment for me at 10AM Jarvis"

"This way madam" The Ultron points me to one of the elevators.

"Thanks"

I walk to the elevator and push the top floor button.

Oh boy. I am going to meet the real Tony Stark.

As the elevator door opens. Yeah, it was like in the movie, the large open area that connects to the outside of the building for Tony to landing when he's in the suit, the bar, the view of New York city. WOW.

Tony turns to look at the elevator. Confused.

"Are you Mr.Kinroy?" He asks

"Clearly I'm not" I said as I look at him, damn he looks so good, no wonder why he's got all the women.

"How did you come up here?" He asks as he takes out his phone to check on the Ultron at the reception "Did you just hack my Ultron!?"

"umm yeah sorry about that but I really need your help"

"Wait wait who are you?, and how could you hack my Ultron"

"Could you just ask me to sit down and offer me some drink before all of those questions? geez I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday"

"ok ok let's have a seat and talk""So who are you?"

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and you're not gonna find any of my info on your little phone" I said as I look at him being frustrated at his phone.

"And why is that?" He looks up

"Because I'm from another universe"

He looks at me in disbelief.

"And you expected me to believe that?"

"Anthony Edward Stark, you were born on Friday, May 29, 1970, in Manhattan. You were admitted early into MIT. You lost your parents in December 1991 while they prepared to go away to the Bahamas. The media said it was a car accident but we know they were assassinated by the Winter Soldier"

Tony's face turned pale. "Those infos are on the internet, everybody knows that, and about the Winter Soldier, you may hack into SHIELD database and can know about it"

"You dreamt about having a daughter, Morgan. I bet this is not on any database"

Tony's eyes widen. He walks to me quickly. "How did you know about that, I haven't even told Pepper"

"Will you believe me now that I came from another universe?"

"What do you want from me? Money? Technologies? Weapon?"

"No Tony. I came here to help YOU"

"How?"

"Where I came from, you guys are just characters from comics and movies and I am a big fan, so it means I know EVERYTHING about everyone in this world. I think I can help you with those information"

"And why would you want to help me?"

"Because I need protection, resources, and a way to go back"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Adopt me as your daughter and all of the infos are yours"

He thinks for a while as I walk to the bar and pour some water to drink

"Every infos?" He asks

"Yes every infos"

"Then.. prepare to call me daddy, Miss Y/N Stark" He smiles mischievously

[yallemagne]

"How did you know I wanted to marry any one?" His reply was simply contemptuous, given in a pause in which he turned his eyes from Mrs. Harker to me, instantly turning them back again:—

"What an asinine question!"

"I don't see that at all, Mr. Renfield," said Mrs. Harker, at once championing me. He replied to her with as much courtesy and respect as he had shown contempt to me:—

"You will, of course, understand, Mrs. Harker, that when a man is so loved and honoured as our host is, everything regarding him is of interest in our little community. Dr. Seward is loved not only by his household and his friends, but even by his patients, who, being some of them hardly in mental equilibrium, are apt to distort causes and effects. Since I myself have been an inmate of a lunatic asylum, I cannot but notice that the sophistic tendencies of some of its inmates lean towards the errors of non causa and ignoratio elenchi."

Now, I may just be stupid... but Renfield's response makes no sense.

So, non causa or non causa pro causa ("not the cause for the cause") is a logical fallacy where one wrongly assumes one event causes another. You know, it's what he was saying about distorting causes and effects.

And ignoratio elenchi ("irrelevant conclusion") is a logical fallacy where one tries to refute an opponent by disproving an assertion that wasn't made.

So??

"How did you know that I wanted to get married?"

"Everyone loves Dr. Seward. Yep, even the patients. And we patients distort causes and effects and engage in sophistry and deception!"

Hey Renfield... did you just... engage in sophistry just now? He's definitely not answering the question. He's making an assertion that has nothing to do with the question. He wasn't asked what the patients do in their free time, he was asked why he knows such a strangely personal detail about his doctor. But since he makes that assertion so eloquently and uses Latin, Seward is super impressed like: "I think being around a woman made him sane!"

No, I think you're an idiot, Seward. I think Mr. Renfield is way smarter than you give him credit for, and by that, I mean he's way smarter than you. Seward marvels when Renfield starts talking like him because that's a sign of great intelligence in his eyes.

Please correct me if I'm wrong. I could be wrong a second time. I originally thought Renfield's spiel was saying that the patients gossiped about Seward's personal life, but that's not what it says.

Renfield answers Seward's question of "how do you know this incredibly personal information about me" with "I am lying to you" and Seward's just so blindsided by the fact that someone else is using unnecessary Latin phrases that he doesn't even question Renfield's non-answer. I mean? Maybe Renfield could be saying "Idiot, I tricked you into telling me about this", who knows.

This is why Renfield is great imo, it's not the bug-eating, it's the fact that he said straight to Seward's face "I'm smarter than you" and Seward was so dumb his only reaction was like "omg my patient spoke Latin!! Mrs. Harker must have special lady powers to make that happen!"

[princess-of-the-corner]

What are the trio's backstories for No Fate?

Ohohoho!

Honestly they're mostly what you'd expect BUT also because they have some weird powers and Know More Than They Should, they're little fuckin cryptids.

Zelda:

Born as Princess of Hyrule, of course.

Her parents don't exactly notice how odd she is, but the castle staff do. Because, thanks to remembering her past life, she knows too much.

She'll overhear two maids discussing one's sick kid that hasn't been able to get better, and immediately say 'oh that sounds like this one rare illness I...... read about. You should take him to a Zora doctor they know what to do!' and the maid is so stressed and desperate she tries anything and yep that worked kid is running around again.

She'll sneak into Guard's rooms and see the Captain looking over a map, and point out the flaw in his strategy and a way around it.

Impa is her bodyguard once again. She isn't shocked when Zelda begs her to teach her different fighting techniques. She is shocked, however, when Zelda masters the techniques far too quickly.

Zelda's parent's aren't.... I wouldn't say 'neglectful', exactly, They spend time with her. But they very much want her to be their carefree little girl for as long as possible. The Kingdom is at peace, she doesn't need to spend her childhood in boring political meetings. Why doesn't she play with that nice boy from the market?

Zelda is patient, at first. Despite knowledge beyond her years, she needs to know the current state of affairs. She needs to be an age where she is taken seriously. But eventually she started taking manners into her own hands. And when a 12 year old princess orders people around with such authority in her voice, you don't question it. Her ideas are good and her strategies are solid.

Her parents relented, if only because there's little danger at the moment. Hyrule is in an era of peace! Sure there's a few monsters out and about in the wild, but nothing their guard can't handle! If she's really so intent on going out and helping people as their Princess, they'd much rather keep track of her.

(They may be compliant, but Zelda knows. She knows she is Here and she knows coming back Means Something. Her parents might not believe her, after all it's tradition to name the princess 'Zelda' surely their daughter is not a true reincarnation. But she knows better. And she has to be ready for anything that may come.)

Link:

His home is in a farm town just a little away from the castle. He would often go with his parents to sell things at the castletown market.

So many kids are named after the Hero. Most of them go through a phase where they believe they truly are the Hero. So no one really takes him seriously when he insists he is. But sure! Teach the kid how to swordfight! He's big enough for the practice blades!

Except he picks up the skill a bit too quickly. Though his body does not have the muscle memory(or the muscle), the mind remembers. Any monsters that attack react strangely to him (they may not know him, but they see it in his eyes. Some run. Some see it as a challenge.).

Due to this, it also surprises people when they find him asleep everywhere. Fallen out of bed, tucked up in the branches of a tree, spooking the poor librarian trying to put books away by being on the top shelf.

He also seems to see and hear more than others. Local Spirits talk to him. Give warnings and advice and of course gossip. They don't question when he seems to nod along to what a tree is saying.

He meets Zelda in the market when they're kids. And they Know who the other is on sight. After that they're near inseparable.

Ganondorf:

Quite a normal childhood.

I will note that I'm adjusting the whole 'every 100 years a male Gerudo is born and he's the King' thing. Handwaving it as mistranslation. Gerudo men are rare, so 'every 100 years' is a metaphor like 'once in a blue moon'. They are not named King by default. The default line of succession is through parent to oldest child, but someone can challenge the heir and become the leader.

In this Time he's born to the current Chief, though he is not her heir as I'm yeeting Urbosa in as an older sister. And Riju as a little sister. Because I can lmao.

Gan is aware of what he is. So was his mother. But his mother was a good mother. Even knowing what he may become, she wasn't going to give up on him. She's going to do the best she fucking can. That's her son and she will not leave him.

It doesn't keep her from worrying. When he, like the other two, seems to know too much and learn skills too quickly. She grows more concerned when old 'habits' pop up, his instincts to take people down as the Demon King. A mother scolding her child and explaining why we don't get brutal in friendly spars goes a long way.

[bubblydalya]

Chapter 4 - strange behavior

Memories

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2010 - Dalia - 10 years

I was sitting in a chair, my hands and legs were tightly tied up. I didn't know what was happening at the time, they injected some shiny blue liquid into my body and that's how it started....the Mutation.

It hurt's at first but by the time you get used to it, if it's not really a big physical change, it doesn't hurt much.but I was still a kid, my body was....so little and weak

"What did you do to me?!"

I shouted, not knowing why am I tied up to a chair, plus they put something into me something that's starting to feel like a fire under my skin.

"Don't worry little one, it's just a little medicine, you will be better in a moment"

I started to tear up crocodile tears and then I blacked out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now

' ... it's a warning. '

Since the incident with Lex, we haven't spoke to each other (if it wasn't something serious). Not that I care that much, I have better things to do....

Like finding out what's going on with Willow and why is Jasper so distance from me?

Willow came back from somewhere and he's like a whole new person, he was mostly kind person, talkative and caring.

Now, he is strange... I must say, he became cold to EVERYONE, even dr. Reese. That Mother fucker had a CRUSH on her! I tried to talk to him, but he wont even respond! I even tried to push his buttons but nothing happed.

His physical appearance changed too, not that much, but the little details..

He has dark circles under eyes, his veins are darker like he has frickin' dark blood or something, and every night he's going to the laboratory under school.

I at least got it together with Jasper, I think...

"Jasper, please open the door!"

I whispered/shouted, knocking on the door. "Please, I have to talk to you about Willow!" When I mentioned him she finally opened the door. "Dalia! What the hell do you want?" Jas. said still half sleeping. She eventually let me in after I told her my suspicions about Willows behavior.

We talked, almost all night, and not just one. We gathered all info about Willows strange behavior and new routine. This whole situation made us bond. Although I don't say it much....ever, I wouldn't know waht to do without her, she's my best and only friend in this miserable place.

Now we have a day-off school and laboratory things (dr. Reese suggested it to other Doctors to increase good mood, and they agreed) so we now hang out somewhere out off their sight planning what should we do about Willow, it has been over a month since we started to ehm take a closer look at his routine...

YES we were stalking him.. a little, for good cause of course!

We were talking behind a building where are our rooms.

"You know we can't stalk him from afar forever, we have to investigate further."

"I know Jas, but how? There are cameras everywhere!" I replied frustrated. Both of was were thinking for a couple of minutes then Jasper got an idea 💡.

"How about we knock down some doctor, I shapeshift to look like the doc and go after Willow?" "Hm...it would be difficult to find the right doctor that would go to same destination as Willow. And still it would be hard to be unseen by a camera. We know that at some time he goes to a lab and is there all night, they are gonna make me go to a lab tomorrow.. I could try to not black - out, sneak somehow out and hide until is Willows time to go to lab.... How does that sounds?"

Jasper took my idea in for a few seconds and answered: " You know.. it's extremely risky to do that?"

"Yep"

"You would be punished" Jas stammered out.

"Uhuh"

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"Still wiling to do it" I mocked her with a smile on my face leaning closer to her. She just went from worried to annoyed.

" Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?"

"Don't know, probably both" I just smirked at her rolling eyes. Then in the evening we went to our rooms, Lex was already there. We still didn't talk, only when we needed to.

Now I'm after shower doing my routine in my pajama pants and bra, when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"What is it?" I responded loudly for Lex to hear me. Then I come out the bathroom to be greeted by Jasper in front of me ( and Lex on her bed sharpening her katana)

"Hey Jas what's going on?"

"I a..... Am I disturbing... something?"

I glanced at her confused, then it kinda hit me..... I'm only in my bra and pajama pants.

"No, not at all, I was just goin' out of the shower. Why are you here, I thought we discussed everything."

Jasper's face look so red, is she sick??

"I just wanted to do a recap.. but I think we got e-everything sorted. I should go now-"

Then we just stared to each others eyes, until Lex did that weird "uhm" 'cough'.

Our gaze went to her, she just gave me a look to eather go out the room with Jasper or that J. should go herself.

I just rolled my eyes at her and she escorted Jasper out the room.

" You can tell me that before breakfast, after that they're gonna escort me into lab-" she looked like she zoned out so I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes.

She blinked and.... Blushed???

"- you good??"

"Yea, I just.. um..you never had let me see you without a shirt so I was taken back my your fit posture, it's kinda hot ngl"

She mumbled the last part, but I still heard her. "I'll take that as a compliment then" Then she gave me that warm smile that even sun can't match. "You should"

I chuckled at her response "thanks" I smiled back "Bye tomorrow" "Bye"

I closed the door, wanted to go back to bathtoom, but Lex's word's stopped me.

"She seems to like you"

I raised an eyebrow while looking at her.

"What do you mean by that? And since when you decided to talk to me? She calmly put down her katana to it's place next to her bed. "I'm symply saying that she seems to like you and I talked to you when it was needed, so I don't know what's the problem"

"The problem is that I know nothing about you, you're my fuckin roomate, we share this room- this is our home."

"You call this place home?"

My offended ass came closer to her complaining "Hey! I had put ALOT of effort into this room, I practicality build it!"

There was a silence after my little speech. Lex was looking kinda confused about what I said...and then she replied with:

"I meant this whole place, they are keeping us in here making experiments on us, don't you understand? This place is not home, home is with your family not with doctors and guards."

My expression changed from offended to pale and maybe a little sad, but only a little.

"The only person that I got is Jasper, my friend. I have no family out there-"

"-don't bring this up again"

[beanswrites]

The Arcana Wikipedia Trivia Facts, Asra

Okay but have any of you ever read the trivia facts on Wikipedia for the Main 6?? Because they are golden material for headcanons. And they are so awfully but yet amazingly random. I love them. So here are those facts as comments on them and headcanons in a little series, this time for Asra.

Gender neutral MC!

masterlist | rules for requesting | prompts list

"Although referred to with he/him pronouns in-game, Asra is canonically non-binary"

Yes, Wikipedia, I'm pretty sure every single Asra simp knew that.

"Hey, Asra, can I ask you something?" Asra, MC's master and partner smiled, lovingly looking in their eyes. "Sure, My Star, what is it?" Stopping for a second, MC continued. "What do you identify as? I mean, i know that you present masculine and use he/they pronouns. I'm sorry if that's too personal or-" He cut MC off. "No, no, it's alright My Love. I guess that gender was always just an aspect for me, something I didn't want to oblige to. It felt too.. Too restricting, you know? And, as a magician, restrictions were never an option for me"

Some inspiration for him came from Howl Jenkins and Yoshitaka Amano’s art for Vampire Hunter D.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD-

calling all artists of all kinds of fanart: ASRA AS HOWL. ASRA AS FUCKING HOWL. That's it. Thank you.

Asra Jenkins, the famous magician, the thief of hearts. He travelled around in his famous moving castle, with Faust - a powerful demon cursed by him, his friend. Every girl and every man has dreamed of him, but warned every time about the danger that the magician is. And everyone was scared, terrified to not be the next feast of the heart-eating man. But not MC, no - they loved Asra, traveling with him and his castle to all sorts of places. And sure, the crowds could be scared - not even knowing what a sweetheart he is behind closed doors.

The name Asra is of Arabic origin, which means "travel at night".

Yep, accurate. They do seem like they travel most of the time during the night.

"Asra? Why can't we leave now?" He shook his head, not taking his eyes of the bag he was packing. "No, my love, we can't. We must wait for sundown, okay? It is easier to travel at night" MC looked at them confused. Wasn't he the one to always worn about dangers that could happen? "But, Asra.. There are more monsters at night, besides, it's colder" Without a word, he came over to his lover and placed his scarf around their shoulders. "There, now you won't be cold, my star. I know that it's pretty dangerous at night, but it's also when the stars are active! And stars help me know where to go"

He is known to have unusual tastes in food. Among his less eccentric favourites are rainbow sorbet and blue raspberries.

How "unusual" are we talking?? Like, fries dipped in ice cream kind of unusual or a hot-dog dipped in vanilla pudding (don't ask) kind of unusual?

"I- Ehrm.. Babe? Why are you eating raisins like that?" MC asked, stunned at his strange appetite. "What, can I not eat them?' He asked back, offended and stubborn. "N-no, it's not that.. What I meant was why are you eating your raisins with mustard and ketchup??"

"Want some, my moolight?" They asked, handing MC a bowl of the strange ice cream. They huffed out, unsure of how it would taste. "Uhh.. Sure" To not hurt their partner's feelings, MC took a spoonful in their mouth. Surprisingly, it wasn't awful. "Mmm, Asra, these raspberries go great with the sorbet!" He smiled wide, offering them more. "I knew you would like it, my star"

Julian is the most impulsive thing that he has ever done.

They DID NOT.

Okay whoever wrote these is my favorite person ever

"Hey, Asra, you seem like a put-together person, with a plan. Have you ever done something stupid or impulsive that you regret?" MC asked in the tavern, having a drinking night with their friends. Asra, a bit dozed off himself, smirked. "Well, the most impulsive thing I have ever done is doctor Devorak over here" Poor Julian chocked on his drink, not believing what his ex admitted. To make him ever more flustered, Asra smiled his Chershire Cat grin and added: "But I certaintly don't regret it!" And just like that, Julian was a blushing, stuttering mess.

His favorite season is Spring.

Yeah, seems legit. His whole vibe and general aura is kind of like that - flower-y and spring-y.

"Don't you just love the spring, MC?" He asked them, in absolute awe of the newly greened trees. "I didn't pay much attention to it before, but you've shown me how beautiful spring can be! So, now, I do love it!" MC admitted, tightening their hold on Asra's hand. "Not as beautiful as you, but you do remind me of spring. You shine so bright, and you have so much energy and kindness, that you are just bursting with love and life. Just like spring"

He knows how to do cool showy knife tricks.

Mhm. Can confirm. And he probably shows them any chance he gets, like he is constantly trying to find a reason to do those tricks.

"Hey, look MC!" The magician's partner laughed, continuing what they were doing. "I know, love, I know. You've shown me that trick at least a million times!" They kind of slumped at that, but quickly regained their vibe. "But look, I learned a new one!" MC watched as he twisted the sharp dagger between his fingers, making cool little spins and twists. "One day, you're gonna lose a finger" MC laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

He speaks three languages.

Three?? Just three?? I thought he spoke more! Not that I'm bashing him, three is still a lot, but I thought he knew many from how much he travels around!

"Asra.. Honey, please.. You can't just talk in a language I don't understand when we're fighting! How do I know that you're not insulting me all the time?!" MC was fed up with him and his behavior. Little did they know, the things Asra said while speaking like that weren't mean nor insulting. It actually ment: "My Sun, I love you more than you'll ever know, and I hate fighting with you"

He has an airy, intimate voice.

do NOT do this to me I am very weak-

The way Asra spoke sent shivers down MC's spine. Not particularly because of his sweet words, but because of his even sweeter voice. It wasn't particularly low or high, nothing like they've ever heard before. The way they talked was soft, hushed, intimate and gleaming with the aura only they could master so beautifully. But MC was sure that his voice sounded the best when whispering those three little words they loved so much. "I love you.."

He has very soft hair.

As I said before in my fluff headcanons, this is correct. He just looks like he has clouds for hair

For this headcanon, click here

His sleeping habits are 'predictably unpredictable'.

They really do, indeed, seem like they have a pretty messed up sleep-schedule. Because they travel a lot, they don't sleep that consistently.

"Asra, it's 3 in the morning! You need sleep!" He grunted, unhappy and clearly trying to concentrate. "I can't now, baby. I'm trying to figure out how to make this potion work..." MC left the room, with an unsatisfied "Okay, do what you want, but don't complain to me when you can't keep your eyes open tommorow!"

Tommorow night, Asra was out cold at 7:30, when Nadia and Portia came over for a cup of tea. "And Asra? Where is he? Off to some adventure, I suppose?" Nadia asked, sipping on her tea. "No, no, they're here. The idiot stayed up all night last night for some project of his, so he's already asleep!"

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think about these crazy, random facts. Love you!!

[softquietsteadylove]

How about jealous Thena in the Doctor au?

Let’s say a small group of 4 doctors 2 females 2 males in different expertises are visiting the ER to gather some information on something medical. And these 2 females would not stop flirting with Gil

"I have to say, I'm really quite impressed."

Thena offers a genial smile. Making nice with other people has never been a forte of hers, but the visiting doctors from a nearby hospital have been perfectly civil. "Our staff is quite impressive."

"You run a tight ship, Doctor," the other male doctor comments, also making light talk as they tour through the hospital. The ER is the last stop on their trip, releasing them back on the ground floor after touring through the rest of the hospital.

Thena gives Ajak a wink on their way to the main door, "believe me, it's all her."

Ajak winks right back at her and then nods at the visitors, "she's my favourite kid here."

Ajak is an odd handful of years older than Thena at most.

"We've heard such wonderful things about your triage centre," one of the female doctors offers a bright and lovely smile. She's a pediatric specialist, if Thena remembers correctly. "It doesn't surprise me--wow."

The other female doctor also cranes her neck to look down the hall. "Wow is right--those are...?"

Thena's eyes bounce between the women, a strange and uncomfortable feeling welling up in her chest. "Those are two of our paramedics, Gil and Kingo."

The visiting women grasp at each other, not even attempting to hide their interest as the muscle of the ER make their way over to them. They grin at each other before looking back at Thena, "who's the one waving at us?"

Thena bristles. "Gil."

"Hey," he greets them with a smile, because of course he does. Kingo doesn't even bother to say anything, continuing on to the nurse's station without him (as is a regular thing, with Gil).

"Gil, these are the visiting doctors here to look at our facilities," Thena introduces (somewhat). "Ortho, Cardiovascular, Peds and Neuro."

The doctors might be a little surprised at her choice to list their specialties and not their actual names. But Gil isn't surprised in the least, giving them a friendly smile and a tilt of his head. "Thena's been showing you around, huh? Well, you won't find a better run ER."

"Yes, we were just remarking upon that."

"Are you just getting back?"

Thena watches as Pediatrics drifts closer to Gil, her hand raising up as if to touch his arm before drifting down again. She instead clasps her hands in front of her, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Yep," Gil answers blithely, totally unaware that he's being ogled.

"The paramedics at our hospital are never in on time after a run," Neuro sighs, landing herself at Gil's other side, even closer than Pediatrics did.

Gil skips over both of them, though, looking at Thena, "I try not to stay out too long. Just in case I'm needed here, y'know?"

She smiles at him, able to forget about the intruding doctors for this one, tender, fraction of a second.

"You help out here, too?" Pediatrics gasps, now actually laying her hand on Gil's arm. "A real jack of all trades, aren't you?"

Thena taps her toe on the floor, although it's silent, given they're all wearing running shoes.

"Well, Thena and Ajak are the real captains of the ship, down here," Gil shrugs. The only awareness he even has of the hand on his arm is his confusion over it. "If we're not out on a run I just kind of float around. Some of our interns are real airheads."

Both women let out a loud and exaggerated laugh. Neuro takes the opportunity to pat the back of her hand against Gil's shoulder, although it's a little too close to his chest.

"You're funny!"

Gil is funny--everyone knows that. Thena crosses her arms. "It might be funny if it weren't such a headache."

The Orthopaedic specialist at least gives her a sympathetic smile, "some of ours are terrible too."

"Wait you just got in!" Pediatrics gasps and beams at Gil, "so you can show us one of the ambulances!"

Thena rolls her eyes, muttering just to herself, "it's an ambulance, it should look just like yours."

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Gil shrugs, though. He looks at Thena, asking her to come with them so he's not stuck hosting three strangers by himself.

If it were anyone but him; Thena sighs but follows behind them. Ortho and Cardio are talking to each other from either side of her but she's not listening. She can't possibly; Neuro is walking so close her elbow keeps knocking together with Gil's, while Pediatrics is all but hanging off his arm as they walk.

Not that it bothers her, but they could have a little professionalism. A modicum, even--one fluid ounce of professional integrity!

"Here we are," Gil announces as they exit into the ambulance bay, his particular bus parked right outside. "We have the usual stock of stuff. Although Thena had the idea for us to add an inventory specifically of fast working anaesthetics."

"Really?"

Gil is beaming with pride. "Well, we're always advised to be so stingy with them. But patients can describe what they're feeling better when they can think straight. Plus, women in particular are used to downplaying their pain, even when it's really serious. So we always try to give them just a little bit more than the recommended amount."

"That's so forward thinking!" Pediatrics gasps up at him.

Gil seems like he's barely heard her, "it was all Thena's idea."

"And Ajak," she mutters, not that anyone is listening to her. Pediatrics and Neuro are still chattering away at Gil's sides while Ortho and Cardio have climbed into the bus to examine the extra supply Gil was describing. She looks down at her hip. She's being paged, "Gil."

He leaves the sides of the visitors in a second, pulling his hands out of his hoodie pockets to touch his palm to her elbow. All she does is look at him to tell him that it's not something she can ignore. He nods, "you go."

She nods back at him, offering a smile before trotting back inside, her ponytail swinging behind her.

Thena's ass looks great even in the unflattering scrub pants. The two male doctors have obviously noticed this over the course of their tour, leaning out of the ambulance just for the privilege and indulgence of watching her go.

Gil clears his throat loudly.

The two doctors scramble out of the back of the ambulance - Gil's ambulance - and tug at their white coats. "I-It's quite a fine piece of equipment you're running."

"Hm," Gil glares at them as he tosses the massive doors closed with one hand. His hands are back in his hoodie pockets, mostly so they won't see the fists he's making. He leans down slightly to the shorter men, "I know my wife is beautiful, but do you mind keeping your eyes to yourselves, Doctor Dumb and Doctor Dumber?"

"Y-Your-"

"We didn't-"

Gil just shrugs, heading back into the ER without waiting for their distinguished and invited guests. "Honest mistake. Just don't let it happen again."

[linguisticparadox]

friendship: jack and quincey

When I think they became friends (if canon already hasn't showed how they became friends): My hc currently is that Arthur introduced them. It just seems more likely that a wealthy foreigner would meet the wealthy son of a lord first (not that Jack was likely to have been poor, mind), maybe when their fathers met for business or something. Then Arthur and Jack would have met easily enough of course, given they both grew up in the same country lmao.

My favorite scene of them: Quincey popping in at the perfect moment with "What's wrong with me, anyhow?" and Jack going :DDDD! and running straight into his arms.

A random headcanon I have of them: Hmmm well you know how I said I think Arthur has an inkling that Jack's neurodivergent? I think Quincey might just brush off his oddness like "idk y'all English people are weird, and he's a doctor [in the Victorian era no less], that's bound to make a guy go a little sideways. But he's a good man even if he can be a little strange."

My favorite thing about them: They're a cowboy and an unhinged Victorian psychiatrist where do I START

A scene I wish we had of them: Quincey needs a good cry, man, and we know Jack is willing to provide "expressions of sympathy dear to a man’s heart" (to be clear I don't mean that in a horny way but also. to be fair they could probably BOTH use a little of that kind of "sympathy" too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). Jack also needs a good cry tbh. Basically just give me some commiserating.

A scene with them that I want to rewrite/change in some way: I can't really think of anything tbh?

What makes me like their friendship: Quincey's laconic ease + Jack's blubbering anxiety = flawless dynamic

Who I think is the ”crazier” one: Well as always, if we're talking literal mental illness, then Jack, obviously. That's just canon. If we're talking who's wilder and more Down For Shenanigans then...I think they're more-or-less even? With Quincey just being more confident and decisive about it. We know Quincey was always the leader in their adventures, but I get the sense that was less about him coming up with crazy stuff to do and more about him being the one to take charge and Make The Thing Happen. I would like to think Arthur was the one coming up with bonkers shit to do (he's the son of a Goddamn Lord, how many times do you think he was told "No" growing up? I guarantee it was either Far Too Often, or Not Nearly Often Enough), while Quincey was the one that took charge and coordinated their efforts to Do The Thing, and meanwhile, Jack was just Happy To Be Included.

Would I change anything about their friendship?: *pounds the table* MORE! ANGST!

A song that reminds me of them: idfk

Which one of the friends can I relate to more?: Jack Jack Jaaaaaack

A word to describe them: Accomplices

What I think would have happened if they never met: You know what they say, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!" (the reference to "The Shining" is incidental but perhaps not wholly inappropriate...)

If I can picture them to be more than only friends: As always, I'm sure Jack can. 😏

If I would want to be friends with them: Yep!

[doghearted]

tmi talking about my body/body image (aka my chest) (aka my tiddies) (hopefully the Bots™ don't find me 😔)

i've always felt like my boobs are...ugly? they look WRONG to me. like something isn't right. i've never seen anyone with boobs that look like mine.

one day i mentioned to my mom: "my boobs look weird" and she gave me a strange look and replied: "all boobs are different..."

AND I AGREE

but i genuinely felt like there was something wrong with mine. i was too embarrassed and didn't know how to convey my feelings, so i dropped it and never mentioned it again.

maybe a couple months ago i was watching a clip of "Botched" (the tv show). the client was a celebrity who didn't like how her breast implants turned out (or something).

she mentioned how weird her breasts were before the implants. her explanation was WORD FOR WORD what my boobs look like!!!

the doctor was like: "oh yeah, that's a congenital condition called tubular breasts."

i IMMEDIATELY looked it up and yep, those are my boobs.

it's nice to have a name to something i've been unsure of. at the same time it sucks because the only "fix" is cosmetic surgery. & tbh i hate my chest so much the surgery is pretty appealing. 😕

but if i ever decided to go that route, it wouldn't be for a very long time...

(BUT YEAH. i'm glad i'm not crazy lol.)

[mister-faltine]

My favorite Dormammu costume:

Ultimatum (2008) #4.

Writer - Jeph Loeb.

Artist - David Finch.

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Yep, this is my favorite costume and it's being worn by the "worst" version of Dormammu in the Multiverse. Look, I know the Ultimate Universe got worse over time and they screwed up a lot of stuff, but man, Dormammu (and Doctor Strange's Mystical Universe) was one of the most wasted and poorly written things in this goddamn universe. I won't talk so much about the character itself now, because I can talk about that in another post.

As for the suit, the suit is amazing to me because it's a more "modernized" version of the classic Dormammu suit on Earth-616. However, I also love the colors of this costume, I think the purple mixed with the gold/yellow color goes well together and made the costume look more beautiful.

I also like the amulet that Dormammu has around his neck, it makes me imagine what a dark version of the Eye of Agamotto could look like in Dormammu's hands. The classic gloves are still good and the "belt" on the character looks more like a sash in this version.

The only thing I find confusing is that at no point do you see Dormammu's boots in the comics. Of course, it could be because of the "Plot Twist" it has on him, but even so, I wanted to know what the character's boots look like in this universe. I also like the character's face, because most of the time he is smiling in a macabre way and I find that very scary in the character. I also like the "black lines" he has around his head (to this day I don't know the correct name for it, but I like to call it "Crown").

Well, that's why this suit is my favorite and I'm sad to see it being worn by one of the worst alternate versions of the character (and in one of the worst Marvel stories in comics).

[the-time-lord-oracle]

Gazelle having a conference with several RTD-era companions in Cold Blood:

Inside the TARDIS, Gazelle was standing at the console, contacting several former companions on the subwave network. First to come on screen was Martha Milligan-Jones. "Gazelle? Good to see ya again!" she grinned.

"Likewise." Gazelle smiled. "How ya doing Martha? Everything alright with Tom?"

"Well, just got good news. I'm pregnant."

"Oh, Martha, that's brilliant news!" Gazelle grinned. "Congratulations."

Just then, Mickey Smith came on screen. "Gazelle. How's things? I'm guessin' this ain't a social call."

"I wish it was, Mickey." Gazelle replied. "Just waiting for the others to get in touch. How's life treating ya?"

"Ah, not too bad." Mickey replied. "Been a bit quiet lately. Alien seem to be givin' us a break for once."

Next to appear on screen was Sarah Jane Smith. "Hello? Gazelle? Is that you?"

"Yep, it's me alright." the Time Lady acknowledged. "Good to see ya again, Sarah Jane. Keeping up the good work, I presume? How's Luke?"

"He's fine." Sarah Jane replied. "He's off to college soon."

"Ah, kids, they grow up so fast." Gazelle smiled, remembering her own son.

Then the final contact came though; Captain Jack Harkness. "Ah, the face of a royal beauty." he said in his usual way. "Long time no see, Gaz."

"You too, flirt boy." Gazelle replied. "And you know that talk doesn't work on me, I'm a married woman."

"So, now we're all here, wos' the emergency?" Mickey asked.

"Right, down to business." Gazelle said. "Now this is gonna sound like a stupid question, but have any of you noticed strange cracks in walls lately? And by strange, I mean cracks that're shaped like jagged W's and have a glowing light coming out of them?"

The group all seemed to know what she was talking about. "Yes, I've seen one in the wall at the end of my road." Sarah Jane said.

"There's one in one of the walls of a house a few doors down from me." Martha added.

"And I've been seeing 'em all over the place." Mickey chimed in.

"Me too." Jack finished. "And since you're asking about 'em, I'm guessing they're trouble?"

"Serious trouble." Gazelle replied grimly. "You've all confirmed our worst suspicions. Those cracks are splits in the skin of the universe. You all need to be extra careful with those cracks. The smaller ones don't do much harm, they act like rifts or wormholes, but the bigger ones are very serious. They bleed out time energy that erases anyone or anything it consumes. That's why all your friends and neighbours can't remember the Dalek invasion, the time energy consumed it."

"So why can WE still remember that?" Martha asked. "Is it cos we've travelled in the TARDIS?"

"Yes, time travelling gives ya a degree of protection from the energy's memory-altering effects, but only up to a point. If anyone you know gets consumed, you'll never remember them." Gazelle said, subconsciously touching the pocket where she'd put Amy's ring box.

"But how're these cracks appearing in the first place?" Sarah Jane asked.

"An' is there any way to plug 'em?" Mickey added.

"We think that the cracks were caused by an enormous explosion that splintered all of time and space." Gazelle told them. "We still don't know what caused that explosion yet, but the Doctor's managed to recover something from one of the cracks. Maybe it'll tell us more. As for plugging 'em... if it's a small crack, then opening the crack all the way with a sonic device will cause the forces to invert and the crack to snap shut. As for the larger ones, they're trickier, as it takes stuffing them with complicated events to seal them. Sarah Jane, could ya get Mr Smith to see if he can get some more data on the cracks and try and find a way to seal them all?"

"Yes, I'll do that right away." Sarah Jane nodded.

"Meanwhile, I'd advise you all to be cautious." Gazelle told them all. "If ya see one of these cracks, stay away from it. We don't wanna lose anyone else to them."

[indigoashh]

ABOUT ME?

I wasn't tagged but doing this again 5 years later because why not? Let's see how much I've changed!

RULES: answer these 85 statements and tag people

THE LAST: Drink: Water Phone call: My mother Text message: "Posso essere da te per le 8:15/8:30 circa? Magari ti aspetto giù e andiamo a fare colazione assieme?" Translation: "Can I be at your place around 8:15/8:30 in the morning? Maybe I could wait outside and we can go have breakfast together?" In a group chat, trying to plan next Saturday's trip. Song you listened to: Contro il Mondo - Baustelle Time you cried: A few days ago, I was rewatching Silence in the Library and Forest of the Dead (Doctor Who).  Dated someone twice:  No Kissed someone and regretted it: No Been cheated on: No Lost someone special: Yes Been depressed: Yes Gotten drunk and thrown up: gotten drunk yes, thrown up no. I always stop before getting really wasted, I don't like to lose control and forget stuff.

FAVOURITE COLOURS: Indigo Red  Purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: Made new friends: Yes! Fallen out of love: Sadly, yes. I had to, it was too painful otherwise. Laughed until you cried: Many times Found out someone was talking about you: Maybe once, don't really remember Met someone who changed you: Yes Found out who your friends are: Oh yes, luckily Kissed someone on your facebook list: Yep

GENERAL: How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost all of them Do you have any pets: A cat! Her name's Cenere :3 Do you want to change your name: I want to change my surname What did you do for your last birthday: I turned 24 and I had a small party with my friends. In my group three of us have really close birthdays, like one right after the other, so instead of having a three day long party we just organised one and saved money ahahah What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching a live stream on Twitch and writing fan fictions Name something you can’t wait for: Cold weather, blankets and a hot cup of tea or chocolate When was the last time you saw your mom: Half an hour ago What are you listening to right now: Nothing, strangely Have you ever talked to a person named tom: If Tommaso (the Italian version) counts yes  Something that is getting on your nerves: Nothing really, I'm pretty chill  Most visited website: Probably Amazon? I don't really know Hair colour: Dark Reddish Brown Long or short hair: Short Do you have a crush on someone: Only if celeb crushes count, in that case yes What do you like about yourself: My creativity  Want any piercings: Nopity-nope Blood type: I don’t know   Nickname: Leysa Relationship status: Single Zodiac: Pisces Pronouns: She/They Favorite tv show: Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Daredevil, Arcane, Good Omens Tattoos: I don't have any but I'd like to, I have three in mind! Right or left handed: Ambidextrous Surgery: Two, for kidney stones, one coming up for the same reason Piercing: Nope, I don’t like those Sport: Swimming Vacation: Ireland, Scotland, Norway, somewhere cold Pair of trainers: Dark Red Converse (which I bought because of Doctor Who)

MORE GENERAL: Eating: Crisps Drinking: Nothing, but I should really get some water I’m about to: Work Waiting for: The third season of Good Omens Want: Rain Get married: I hope so, one day! Career: I'm an artist

WHICH IS BETTER: Hugs or kisses: Hugs Lips or eyes: Eyes Shorter or taller: Taller Older or younger: Older Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms Hook up or relationship: Relationship Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: Kissed a stranger: No Drank hard liquor: Yes Lost glasses/contact lenses: No! Those things are expensive for me xD Turned someone down: Yeah, once, but I had to Sex on the first date: Guilty. Broken someone’s heart: No I don't think so. Had your heart broken: Many times Been arrested: Nope Cried when someone died: Yes Fallen for a friend: Yup

DO YOU BELIEVE IN Yourself: From time to time Miracles: No Love at first sight: Not love, more like attraction and maybe a sensation that could lead to love tho, yes Santa Claus: Nope Kiss on the first date: Yes! I have kissed on first dates, twice Angels: In a certain way, yes

OTHER: Current best friends name: Mira Eyecolour: Hazel Favorite movie: Only Lovers Left Alive

I won't tag anyone but feel free to do it!

[hidekomoon]

Yep! I'm a doctor working on a surgical ward. But I'm ngl if someone comes into the office and says "Doctor" to get my attention, i do not look up because I have not yet absorbed the fact that that is me. In terms of time to rest ... not really! Am on the job ... trying to learn how to not suck at the job 😂

I'm glad your mental health is stable. Now that I've moved I probably need to look into going back to therapy

Me when you tell me you may have guessed who i am: 😳

Altho saying this, it would be pretty cool to read your zine. What is your short story about? I think having lots of short term artistic goals is smart tbh. Stops you from being overwhelmed, but encourages you to keep up with skills. Maybe I should try that ...and hey if it helps with the self esteem and Mental Illness then even better.

Do you have to go back to school to do this thing in September? I feel you on the comparing yourself to friends. It's better not to do it but it's hard not to. A lot of my friends did shorter courses than me at much better universities so have been working for a lot longer and earning for a lot longer. So it's hard not to feel behind.... i get that. I think as long as you validate your feelings but don't let them take over it's okay? Another one of my friends just got engaged 2 weeks ago. I feel like I'm so far behind, just starting out work and missing an ex who left me a year ago. Idk it takes time. But defffooo tell your unhelpful fam to fuck off for sure!!!

wow! i don't know shit about surgeries or being a doctor but i'm sending you strength. it doesn't sound easy! but when somebody comes in and calls you 'doctor' and you don't realize it's you at first: that is such a mood. children call me "ma'am" and i always forget they're talking to me and not to some other lady behind me 😂

i hope your move wasn't too stressful! i helped a friend move a few months back and it was extremely tiring

yeah i think i've guessed! i'm going to try to message this/your? blog later if you don't mind

my short story is about sad gay people (no one is surprised). it takes place in 4 parts (childhood/teen/30s/50s) and it's about the relationship between 2 women who love each other but it never seems to work between them. and also it's about death. it's in french but maybe i'll translate it one day so my english speaking friends can read it

short term artistic goals are the best tbh, keeping me sane since i left high school

technically i don't Have to go back to school in september... but otherwise i would have to find a job and there's no guarantee i find one. i haven't paid the registration fee for next year yet tho (i have until the end of this month i think) bc it IS a lot of money. i have that money, i just wanted to keep it for other expensive stuff... so idk i'm procrastinating my registration until i won't be able to. i love Not Making Choices

yup exactly i'm trying to acknowledge my feelings but not let them overcome me. tho i guess i'm lucky, i don't have the feeling i'm late in the relationship department, though i am very single. i guess i really don't care about being Different in this domain, while i do in the Career domain... it's strange to feel SO confident and carefree about one thing and totally lost & powerless in another. i really don't think you're late either. relationships take time and a lot of luck (i know it's also a lot of work but you also need to find the right person. which takes a bit of luck). i'd rather be 40 and finally find my soulmate than being 40 and divorcing my spouse of 15 years, you feel me?