#cg!strange

[softspace-fics]

Sorry about the other request I got REALLY excited and turned trauma dump so just know I'm sorry for the tmi lol thank you for listening to me ramble (also completely unrelated you should write for Tony and strange with a little reader and little peter)

-🦄

Safe place.

A/N - So this request took so long to think of something because I just didn't know how I wanted to portray them, but I think I love this fic so much.

Stephen strange x Tony start + Little!Peter and Little!reader

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️ - FLUFFFFF!! and a little bit of sadness, and reference to bad childhood, but nothing extensive.

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Safe places, seen to many as the only place one can be themselves. In some cases, there's no such thing as a safe place, and some have never known the feeling of being truly safe.

You never had a safe place, for most of your life, you were on your own. The moment you knew how to make the most basic meal, your parents left you to fend for yourself basically. So when you met your caregivers, it was such an eye opening experience, for not only them, but for you too.

You had known each other for years prior to them adding you to their family with Peter, and it took a long time before you were completely comfortable letting them take care of you, but soon enough, you did.

Toddling through the room, you see Peter off in his own little corner, seeing how many webs it will take to stick all his blocks he's collected together, and your two caregivers are busy as your papa shows your dada his new tech he built.

You continue to wander through, your pacifier securely between your lips, your little blabbles muted behind it. Your little stuffie friend clutches perfectly to your chest as you climb into your play tent, where more of your friends sit, waiting for you to say hello. Your tablet lays right where you left it when your dada grabbed you for lunch just an hour earlier, ready for your little hands to come and turn on your favorite cartoon.

You grab your favorite blanket, curling into your stuffies safe embrace and safely covered by the soft fabric of your blanket. The music from the intro of your cartoon sounds through your tent, and your eyes light up with joy.

Minutes pass, and halfway through your episode, a shuffle is heard from outside your tent and then peters head peaks through.

“Cuddles?” He softly asks, his eyes begging for snuggles and human contact.

You nod and open your blanket, your normally hyper playmate, cuddled in closely to you, holding you safely in his arms, watching your show alongside you. The two of you mumble some words every now and then, up until the soft snores came from your twin flame, your soft music from your show lulling him to sleep.

Around 2 episodes after Peter falls asleep, quiet footsteps are heard outside your tent, and then a soft knock on the floor just outside the tents walls was heard, alerting your attention. You shift slightly, but not enough to wake Peter as you see your dada peeking in, checking on the two of you.

There would have been a time where a caregiver checking on you would have caused fear and you would have started to tremble, but in this case, part of you wanted to just be engulfed in his arms.

“He asleep?” Dada strange asks you. You slowly nod your head, in an attempt not to wake the boy currently under your head, soundly asleep.

Strange nods his head in a gesture to let you know to carefully climb out of your tent and come to the living room before he gets up from your tent, asking your papa to grab Peter shortly after get you out of the tent. You sit up carefully, placing your tablet back where you found it and carefully tucking your brother under your blanket before taking your stuffie and yourself out to your dada.

Once you're out of your tent you happily toddle back over to him before he protectively picks you up, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly. Your papa eventually appears with your brother wrapped in his favorite blanket, and your favorite blanket securely on your papas shoulder, ready to be given back to you.

Safety was always a concern to you, as you grew up, and even when you got to your big world, it was always a rocky apartment, or a creepy neighbor, or just the instability of the world.

But as your papa hands your blanket over to your dada, and he quickly burritos you in his arms, giving you kisses as he does, you feel a sense of safety you’ve never truly found anywhere else. Your sense of safety grows as jarvis lowers the lights and your caregivers settle you and your brother in their arms. Jarvis puts on your favorite movie, seeing as you're the little one who's awake, giving you the ability to cuddle into your dada and completely relax.

Your breathing begins to even out about a quarter of the way through the movie, as your own dream land takes over your mind. Your dada gently plays with your hair, keeping you safe and sound in his arms.

Safe Places aren't known to all, and some may never have a safe place. But you have found yours, and you knew it.

[carespace]

Caregiver Doctor Strange ( Stephen Strange )．

Requested by : 🐝 Anon．

Like ﹠ Reblog if used．

[clarassafespace]

Little!daniel with cg!sean moodboard (｡•̀ ,<)

★ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ★ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ★ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ・ ★

[boneyboyy]

　𖦹　cg ! Chloe Price w⼃ angry / fussy boyre regressor hcs 💢 .ᐟ　　　　　　⤷ cw: fussy regressor﹐rage outburst from regressor﹐picky eater

I've wanted to do cg chloe hcs for SO long! finally made sum 𓈒 I'm prob gonna make a masterlist of the hcs i wanna make + the ones i've already made >⩊<　　　 　　　　∿　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　word count﹔413

⸙ Chloe never gets angry when you have one of your outbursts﹐she notices the problem and takes action 𓈒 Holds your hands while doing breathing exersices﹐or gets a toy for you to squish when frustrated 𓈒 ⸙ Always asks if you want a break from whatever you're doing to cool down﹐whether its playing with toys or watching tv 𓈒 ⸙ She sometimes talks to you in a baby voice but you get easily annoyed by it 𓈒 　“ Noooo, mama im a big boy! ” She scoffs softly at your protests﹔“ Okay buddy﹐i'll talk to you in a big boy voice. ” 𓈒 ⸙ She gives you a lot of nicknames instead of calling you be your name﹐like﹔'champ' or 'buddy' 𓈒 She ruffles your hair a lot when calling you by your nicknames 𓈒 ⸙ You're a very picky eater﹐so it gets a bit messy when its dinner time 𓈒 “ No﹐no﹐don't spit it out. . . oh come on. ” She gives you that look after you spit out the food 𓈒 ⸙ When playing hide n seek Chloe always pretends she dosen't know where her little is “ Mh. . . where could they be 𓈒 Well﹐looks like they're missing 𓈒 Now i have to eat alllll the ice cream after dinner for myself ” And you always come storming out of your hiding spot 𓈒 ⸙ She lets you show off your action figure collection and seems geniunly interested in them ❪ she secretly is ❫ “ Okay﹐okay﹐So thats. . . Spiderman but who's the other spidey .ᐣ ooh﹐so thats Miles and the other one is Peter 𓈒 ” She ends up doing research on the characters so she's more accurate next time you show them off 𓈒 ⸙ LOVES to give your plushies voices﹐but you always correct her if she uses a 'wrong' voice and if she has to do a lighter or deeper voice for specific plushies 𓈒 Its a very serious job in her eyes 𓈒 “ Hello﹐my name is Teddy ! What is yours .ᐣ Woww what a pretty name .ᐟ ” She would sit at the end of the bed hiding﹐ as she shook the plushie making you giggle when she does a funny deep voice 𓈒 ⸙ Sometimes you sneak out of your bed when its bedtime but she always catches you with her arms crossed “ You're not sneaky when you do that y'know 𓈒 Come here champ﹐back to bed we go﹐or do you want sometimes to drink first .ᐣ ” 𓈒

[dolly-doe]

Hiii!!! I hope you’re having a good day!!! Could we maybe get a cg Rachel amber moodboard pls? <33

hiya !! i have !! i hope u have too!! and ofc,, thank u for the request !!! ^_^ hope u enjoy !!!

[takoluka-magurofever]

another jnh x r1999 crossover 🤯

spoilers for 'the prisoner in the cave' (r1999) and 'stakeout' (mazm!jnh) ofc

[hologram-puppet]

if ralph and renato switched cgs <3

if you see me screaming, blushing, crying, kicking my feet over my 2 fav priests, STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE this is exactly where i want to be i shall not be saved!

(i'm sorry for some weird parts in the edits! it's mainly noticeable when you zoom in but hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!)

[bednbunfast]

played seekL,, got the seekLove ending first try nyehehehe,,, anyway... odxny may have a fox avatar but mine is certainly a dog's because i am BARKING at him :3

[laugtherhyena]

Actually i think this is a good time to let you guys know i never watched Sdra2 chapter 4 in full

[caitvigirls]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆?

fav characters ⊹ fav artists ⊹ my favs things

about me: abby anderson lover and a dreamy girl who lives for art, music, books and games. i'm from brazil and i'm 19 years old. my pronouns she/her!

english is NOT my first language so I might misspell some words and meanings, soo please be kind!!!

🇧🇷 sobre mim: abby anderson te amo, sou uma garota sonhadora que vive pela arte, música livros e jogos. sou do brasil e tenho 19 anos. meus pronomes ela/dela!

seja gentil e venha interagir!

[softspace-fics]

Flare up

Over the last few days i've had extremely bad flare ups of my joint pains and honestly needed to be able to express it. I was originally going to do a Loki or Stucky fic but I think I needed just a little more StrangeTony in my life so... here we are! I hope you all enjoy. Thank you so much for the love and feedback on my latest posts, I really missed being active. That said, THANK YOUU! Enjoy!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️: Tears, mentions of Tony's trauma, joint pain, comfort, love.

Cg!strangetony x GN! little reader

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Feeling pain wasn’t uncommon for you, constant join pain whether it was in your wrists, knees, ankles, hips or anything else that could cause pain was normal to you. You were able to normally fend it off with some light pain meds and maybe wear a brace for a little and you’d be able to survive.

This pain was not survivable. The agony in even rolling over on your bed was enough to want to scream. It was like something sharp was stabbing your spine and hips as you sat up.

You tried to get up and go take some meds, but on the way to the bathroom it was too much, and you ended up sliding down the wall in the hallway, your legs throbbing from the maybe 10-foot walk.

The only time that you’ve ever felt pain this bad is when you were a kid, and your joints would flare so bad from playing too hard. This pain felt awful. You wanted nothing but your caregivers to come and take all the pain away.

Strange and Tony had been sent on a mission a few days prior, and you weren’t sure when they would be home. All you could do is hope it would be soon.

As you stand back up slowly, you make it to the bathroom before rummaging through the pain meds you have, grabbing some. You take the highest dosage you can take and sit on the floor, crying.

Before you can even register any of the noises coming from the living room, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You freak and move away from whoever is touching you before you realize that it's none other than Tony. His face is full of concern as he gently picks you up off the floor, placing you on the counter as he stands with his hands on your face, making you look at him.

“Baby what happened? Why are you crying? What hurts?” His answers are as soft as he can manage but thinking the worst his eyes are full of concern.

Breaking down fully, you hug him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder about how bad your back and hips feel, begging for him to make it stop, to make it feel better.

He holds you tenderly but closely as he slowly rubs circles onto your back and hips, kissing your cheek. He knew what it was like to have severe pain and be unable to truly think of anything but it. After all of the surgeries and pain he went through to get his chest piece, he wishes none of this type of pain on anyone.

He softly pulls away after your tears become dry heaves and walks over to the bathtub, turning on the warm water. He grabs some Epsom salts and bubble bath, putting them both in before turning towards you and pulling you back to his chest as you try and catch your breath.

“Baby let's get you in a bath so we can try and get you to feeling better, okay? Did you take any meds?” He softly asks, rubbing your back again.

You nod your head, pointing to which ones you took. He nods and kisses your temple before helping you to get undressed and into the tub. Something he loves to do is bathe you. Although in this circumstance all he wants is to see your tears fade.

As the warm water encases you in it, your back and hips eventually start to try and loosen, the pain becoming more bearable as the meds and warm water help.

Your dada sits next to the tub, holding your hand and kissing your temple as he watches you visibly relax some. He knows the next little while is going to be hard for you both. Seeing as strange won't be back for at least another few days, there's nothing more you both can do than just hope that your normal remedies work.

As the water eventually runs cooler, Tony unplugs the bath and helps to get you out and dressed into comfortable clothes before picking you up and taking you to lay on the couch.

Once you're all set up on the couch, he turns on your favorite show and goes to make you breakfast. Even though he doesn’t want to let you leave his sight, he does his best to make your favorite foods before eventually joining you on the couch and feeding you.

Even though the pain was bad and all you wanted to do was cry, having your dada there to help you made it a little easier. The next few days were spent either on the couch, in the tub, or on your Dada’s lap as he tried to help relieve some of the pain by massaging your hips and lower back.

Once your papa got home on the 4th day of pain, he was able to help you feel a little better with some of his remedies, as well as just being there like your Dada was the entire time.

You eventually felt better and back to your normal amounts of pain, but without your two caregivers you weren’t sure you'd ever feel as happy as you do, especially seeing how you felt in the midst of the pain.

If there was anything your caregivers were able to do, was bring a smile to your face and make all the sore and bad days' worth every second.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Also another thought i have is that ill probably forever just think of Sebastian as my gay/asexual bff and no one can change my mind about it

I feel like I'm conflicted because I understand and can see his appeal, though I personally relate to the idea that it would be more likely for me to be his bff than necessarily coupled with him. I feel like we just have too much of the same disaster gay reckless energy [+ feelings???? what are those?????] to ever see each other that way.

That being said. I gotta give credit where it's due, some of his CGs POP TF OFF--like god DAMN he might not be mine but I am looking respectfully. Wish I had a fraction of his drip fr

Imma put a screenie of his latest Bday Story CG under the cut because it was legit gorgeous, just in case anybody wants to see it:

[boneyboyy]

　　𖦹　cg! Chloe Price w⼃ Max! regressor mini fic pt 1 [◉"] .ᐟ　　　　　　　　　　⤷ cw: none﹐all fluff =3

Max is such a kiddo & tod regressor﹐so thats the little age i aimed for in this fic﹐made max very shy bc i feel like she's very shy when regressed ૮ • ﻌ - ა　　　　　　　　　﹕　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　word count﹔272

“ Blitz! ” Max made a noise﹐smiling softly as she clicked the plastic camera's buttons looking up at Chloe who had approached her 𓈒 “ There's my little photographer ” Chloe grinned﹐“ Watcha' taking photos of now .ᐣ ” she asked﹐crouching down infront of Max holding her hand 𓈒 She had noticied Max was slipped into little space seeing her play with the toy camera she had gifted her 𓈒

“ Sky… ” Max muttered 𓈒 She pointed outside at the sunset peaking through the window 𓈒 Chloe glanced outside as she pointed at the sky﹐chuckling softly in response 𓈒 “ Wow, can i see the pictures you took .ᐣ ” She asked﹐looking down at the fake plastic camera Max was holding 𓈒

She lened forward with a fake suprised gasp looking at the plastic screen where the 'photos' were 𓈒 Even if the screen was blank Chloe liked to pretend for Max 𓈒 “ Look at that﹐You're so good at taking photos ” She praised running her hands through Max's hair﹐her eyes squinting at Chloe's action 𓈒

“ Okay, i'm gonna make you something to eat, what do you want to .ᐣ ” She asked﹐standing up again placing a small kiss on Max's forehead 𓈒 “ Pancakes .ᐟ ” Max said simply 𓈒 Even when little Max still loved her buttermilk pancakes “ Of course you wan't pancakes 𓈒 Wan't me to carry you down in the kitchen champ .ᐣ ” Max nooded, reaching her arms up 𓈒 Chloe reached down her arms wrapping around Max to pick her up 𓈒 Max wrapped around Chloe's neck fiddling with her toy camera 𓈒

[a-hermit-pining]

I saw this on Twitter (i forgot the @), but it really got me thinking. What would your hc be if the boys were playing the game and you were the mc? I hc that Caleb would save every "y/n laughing compilation" he comes across, rafayel would edit y/n's face on random fish and make crack edits and from his alt account he would drop the most gorgeous fanart, and for some reason I feel like sylus would use "quality time" religiously

Hi anon, thank you for sending this in ^^

I completely agree with your takes. Here is my take to compliment yours.

Rafayel: Is the undisputed Fanart King, sketching your character from every angle, in every possible outfit. If an art contest exists, he has already submitted three entries before anyone even knew it was happening. But beyond his artistic obsession, he is also the cursed glitch hoarder. While normal people would be horrified at a headless version of you appearing in-game, Rafayel takes screenshots for exclusive content, considering it a divine blessing from the tech gods. Despite his god-tier art skills, he has zero patience for level locks that force him to wait before progressing, so instead of playing at a normal pace, he rage-quits for months, then returns to binge the game in one sleepless week. His camera roll is half fanart, half stunning in-game scenery that he edits like it’s going in an art gallery.

Xavier: Does not play games for casual enjoyment. He plays for answers. He is a speedrun menace, hitting the first dialogue option before the text box even fully loads. If he gets stuck, he immediately transforms into a lore-devouring beast, reading every spoiler possible just to figure out how to proceed. The only thing keeping him from fully losing his sanity is his refusal to buy premium currency, his pride dictates that he must grind every last diamond by sheer willpower alone. And so, he hoards gems like his soul depends on it, progresses at breakneck speed, and once he’s finished all available content, he descends into 3 AM theory rabbit holes instead of doing something sane like, you know… sleeping. He probably has a color-coded spreadsheet tracking all the route impacts.

Zayne: No one would ever suspect that the infamous, critically acclaimed AO3 writer Frozen Seal, master of soul-crushing angst and tender, breathtaking romance, is actually the stoic, overworked cardiologist Zayne. His fics have a reputation for being so emotionally devastating that readers leave essays in the comments. His update schedule? Completely dictated by his hospital shifts. His author’s notes? Usually something like "Sorry, a patient coded. Will update later." Writes the most heart-wrenching, steamy romance scenes with surgical precision, leaving readers sobbing and sweating in equal measure. Has the smut writing skills of an ace author- which are god tier. Daydreams about you constantly, except when he’s actively resuscitating someone (Even he has limits.)

Sylus: Sylus owns everything. Every premium outfit, every pose, every CG. His entire paycheck is funneled into this game, and no one will ever know the full extent of his power. If questioned about how he maxed out every possible feature, he simply smirks and says, “Skill issue.” But despite single-handedly funding the dev team, he is infuriatingly secretive about his content. His in-game gallery? Locked. His premium screenshots? Hidden. Some speculate he has developers tied up in his basement feeding him exclusive content, but according to Sylus, it’s simply the fruit of his labor. Strangely enough, despite having literally everything, he still has beef with the gacha system and will cuss out the algorithm if he doesn’t get his way.

Caleb: Is cursed with abysmal gacha luck, pulling three-star memories every single time without fail. He suffers, but at this point, he embraces the suffering like a tragic hero. His nights are spent watching crack compilations at 2 AM, laughing silently to himself like a man on the verge of losing his mind (he is this 🤏🏻close). By all accounts, he plays the game rationally until your character appears, at which point all logic is abandoned. He has every single one of Zayne’s fics bookmarked, and he doesn’t just skim he analyzes them like scholarly literature, leaving long, heartfelt comments. And, of course, in the quiet solitude of his room, a freakishly realistic body pillow of you sits on his bed. If questioned? He doesn’t even blink. "It’s a limited-edition collector’s item."

[hellsitegenetics]

...is this reaching you?

A little animal, on the floor of my chamber. I think I know what you are looking for.

You're stuck in a cycle, a repeating pattern. You want a way out.

Know that this does not make you special - every living thing shares that same frustration. From the microbes in the processing strata to me, who am, if you excuse me, godlike in comparison.

The good news first. In a way, I am what you are searching for. Me and my kind have as our purpose to solve that very oscillating claustrophobia in the chests of you and countless others. A strange charity - you the unknowing recipient, I the reluctant gift. The noble benefactors? Gone.

The bad news is that no definitive solution has been found. And every moment the equipment erodes to a new state of decay. I can't help you collectively, or individually. I can't even help myself.

For you though, there is another way. The old path. Go to the west past the Farm Arrays, and then down into the earth where the land fissures, as deep as you can reach, where the ancients built their temples and danced their silly rituals. The mark I gave you will let you through.

Not that it solves anyone's problem but yours.

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Closest match: Cetonia aurata genome assembly, chromosome: 8 Common name: European Rose Chafer

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

Safe

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: Wanda's voice lulls you to sleep while she's on the phone

Word Count: 592

Warnings: Age regression, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: This was a wala request here

The semester was finally over for you and you found yourself happily living with Wanda during the break. Just cause it was over for you doesn't mean she gets much of a break though. She's been working hard on next semester's classes. You were happy to be taking another class with her; abnormal developmental psychology. You weren't thinking about that though or much of anything at the moment as Wanda had let you crawl into her lap as she sat at her desk.

Wanda’s fingers never stopped moving, typing away as she worked through lesson plans and student evaluations. You had found comfort curled up in her lap, your head resting against her chest while she absentmindedly traced soothing patterns down your back. The rhythmic sound of her keystrokes mixed with the occasional sip of coffee created a lull that left you feeling weightless, barely clinging to wakefulness.

Then, the sudden ring of her phone jolted you, pulling you out of your relaxed haze. Your body tensed instinctively, your breath hitching as you tried to ground yourself.

“Oh, Malyshka, shh, it’s okay, you’re safe,” Wanda murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as she reached for her phone. Her voice was soft, soothing, instantly pulling you back into the warmth of her embrace.

She answered without checking the caller ID, her fingers gently combing through your hair as she spoke. “Hello?”

A familiar voice came through the speaker, deep and matter-of-fact. “Wanda. Glad I caught you.”

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Wanda rolled her eyes, though there was no real annoyance behind it. “Hello to you too, Stephen,” she replied, her tone playfully dry.

Dr. Strange was well-known on campus—not just for being a renowned neurosurgeon before shifting to academia, but also for his sharp wit and no-nonsense approach to teaching. He and Wanda had developed a rapport over the years, exchanging insights on their respective fields, often challenging each other’s perspectives.

“I wanted to run something by you. I know you're teaching Abnormal Developmental Psych next semester, and I have a few students from my Neurophysiology class who might benefit from a bit of cross-discipline collaboration.”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully, shifting slightly in her seat. You barely registered the movement, already sinking back into the warmth of her arms.

“That could be interesting,” she mused, her fingers still absently rubbing small circles into your back. “What kind of collaboration are we talking about?”

“Guest lectures, joint discussions—maybe even a case study or two.”

You were barely listening now, your body melting further into her as your breathing slowed. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft vibrations of her voice against your cheek, the warmth of her touch—it was pulling you under, lulling you back toward sleep.

You barely registered her saying, “I’d have to look at my schedule, but I like the idea.”

Dr. Strange said something else, but it was distant, unimportant. Your eyelids grew heavier, your grip on awareness slipping.

Wanda’s voice softened, as if sensing how close you were to sleep. “I’ll email you later, Stephen. I have something very important in my arms right now.”

There was a brief pause before Strange chuckled. “Say no more. Enjoy your break, Wanda.”

“You too,” she murmured, ending the call.

You felt her shift, her arms tightening slightly as she pressed another kiss to your temple. “Sleep, Malyshka,” she whispered, her voice dripping with affection.

And just like that, you let go, drifting into the warmth and safety of her embrace.