BUILDING ☾ EMPIRES

21+ mcu multimuse blog for wong, karl mordo, and xu xialing

[moonstoneandopal]

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21+, mutuals exclusive, low-activity, and highly selective mcu multi. written by archer, the same dude who brings you stxrked, mxtalwings, and stxrngetimes. muses may eventually expand to have their own blogs, but for now, you can find wong, karl mordo, and xu xialing around these parts. more muses to be potentially added over time. wong is affiliated with supremestrangeness, his dearest of eldritch pests.

mun only speaks a touch a mandarin, so unfortunately, xialing will be speaking english around here (for now).

sideblogs this account follows from:

netflix's sandman matthew the raven (thatravenmatthew)

marvel 616's satana hellstrom (basiliskbound)

[lastavenged]

@moonstoneandopal gets a little treat

❝ Wong! ❞ She calls out, the smile in her voice must be obvious, ❝ Please tell me your chores ⸺ ❞ To which she meant important duties tied to being Sorcerer Supreme. ❝ are done, and attend The Bar with No Doors ⸺ ❞ She'll pout if she has to, throw her titles around, because surely wouldn't say no to the Warlord of Manhattan, Sorcerer Supreme of the Dark Dimension, and one of his dear friends. ❝ with me? ❞

[moonstoneandopal]

HE SMILES. She's one of the few who gets one from him on the regular.

If Fate would have her way with him, these 'chores' would be his end, but fortunately for the sake of reality, Wong does not yield no matter the trial, even if that trial includes hunting and cooking beasts of varying dimensions to feed to the DECAYING MULTIVERSAL COUNTERPART of your dear friend.

Thank Guanyin it's not Clea, though. He's not sure if he could handle two of them.

❝ Mmm, only if YOU'RE BUYING, ❞ he chuckles, as if he could ever say no to her.

[incorrectkamartaj]

Mordo: You bought a taco?

Wong: Yes.

Mordo: From the truck that hit Stephen?

Wong: Well, me starving isn’t going to help him.

[supremestrangeness]

“Always to the point,” the other worldly Sorcerer smirked, looking over the table with quiet interest. “I know I gave you gruff, but I always liked that about you.” He spoke like they actually had history… not this Wong. Not this universe. Suspicious past-tense.

Shuffling his chair in as he seated himself, he tipped his head to the side as he looked over the dish he had been prepared, brows raised as he gave what he hoped was a subtle sniff. Something rumbled within him, eyes suddenly opening across his cheek bone like bursting boils, all cranking down to peer intently at the wafting energies and scents. To his human nose, it was almost rotten, a sharp edge that his simian mind screamed poison… but everything else, it might as well have been a massive juicy steak.

“You, ah…” He cleared his throat, reaching up to rub the eyes away with a tight inhale between clenched teeth. “Good… hypothesis, there. Smells… interesting.” Seemed to be the most polite way to put it.

Right. The point.

“Research,” He finally answered, picking up a utensil to prod through the dish, trying to identify it’s ingredients, taking most of his self control to not positively dive in like a starving street dog. Be calm. This was Wong. A Wong. There was always the unknown factor, how any given person might be different from universe to universe, but there were still… some constants. This one reminded him far too much of familiarity. “At this point of my… career… I’ve taken an interest in the multiverse. The veins of Averages, statistics, branches, the synapses and veins of the brain of Reality… You can’t map the infinite. But with enough time… you can understand it better.”

[moonstoneandopal]

AS A SORCERER, Wong had seen many a strange occurrences. There was rarely anything unusual enough to warrant feathers ruffled; however, when the state of your DEAR FRIEND has decayed to one such as this—even if you've known beyond intuition that it was a possibility all along—well, there were still no feathers ruffled, but if a few fall in somber resignation, that's neither here nor there.

While this wasn't his Stephen, this is a Stephen, and Wong's care and concern has spanned beyond the bounds of this universe and into the next—or wherever this strange Strange originated from.

❝ We've only just begun developing our understandings of the multiverse. Our knowledge is limited, so you may not find what you seek. ❞

His eyes narrow, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

❝ Is there a GREATER PURPOSE to this pursuit or have you finally learned to have a hobby? ❞

[moonstoneandopal]

part of wong's duties as sorcerer supreme are dealing with all that -> *gestures to @supremestrangeness*

[supremestrangeness]

It was exactly on the dot of the appointed time when that feeling filled the room. Kamar Taj might have been fortified against the sort of thing he was, but even from another reality, Strange knew the ins and outs of the place like the back of his hand. If he had wanted to, there would have been no stopping him clawing his way through… but like a door left open, there was one spot where he didn’t have to. He had to assume this had been left unprotected for him. Well, it was protected, but more in a theoretically keep him contained and the students safe sort of way.

Well, he should consider this a friendly act.

The shadows felt crisper in the room around Wong, that feeling of dread, that same prickling of deep magics nipping at the psyche in the same way some of the reality-leaping monsters they had had to face off against produced. One moment, Wong was alone, and in a blink, there was the ashen-faced man looming like a ghost in the corner, drained and sunken grey eyes locked intently on him like a bird of prey. Strange’s gaze darted to the table setting, and then back to the sorcerer.

“So…. Sorcerer Supreme, eh? Nice. Congratulations. Very fitting.”

[moonstoneandopal]

IT WAS A BETTER CONGRATULATIONS than the Strange of this universe gave him. Wong set the bag of chips aside, chip clip drifting out of a suddenly open drawer and resting itself upon the furling crinkle of the bag's top.

He simply stared at Strange for a quiet, unblinking moment. There was an undeniable quiet misery that hung heavy in the air, along with a few other notes of...longing, regret—in other words ALL THINGS STRANGE.

Stephen was still Stephen, after all, even if he had become whatever this was.

❝ Thank you, ❞ he finally accepts the pleasantry. Though if this Stephen is like any other Stephen, small talk will be about as productive as HERDING CATS.

Business it was.

Wong gestured to the table as an open invitation for Strange to take his seat.

❝ And as Sorcerer Supreme, you know I must ask what BRINGS YOU TO OUR UNIVERSE? ❞ Wong narrowed his eyes. ❝ I trust it's nothing malevolent, or we would already know by now. ❞

[supremestrangeness]

It wasn’t until he was licking the bowl clean of every last remnant of seasoned slime that he noticed Wong had left, momentarily crest fallen before regaining his composure, despite being alone. The crackle of the small portal seized his interest, though, a brow rising as he snatched up the piece of parchment.

“…” Interesting. Alright. This was something. He probably shouldn’t. It could… mess with the flow of whatever blah blah, but Uatu wouldn’t have allowed him to come here if he wasn’t supposed to, right? A reality in which this happened to happen. It could… continue to happen? At least for an hour or so on Thursdays? Judging by how this moment had gone, maybe just a few minutes? How much harm could he do to this reality?

Time was…. Difficult to gauge, for him. When the past was destroyed and the present pressing tediously onward with no decay nor meaning, not exactly stasis but not living, toward an impossible-to-reach future, who was to say when Thursday was?

Well, hell.

He needed a link to this reality, something to sync to, and unfortunately, his host had already taken his leave… His attention landed on the window, watching a sparrow land on the branch of a tree just outside. It flitted here and there, searching for seeds or whatever, when suddenly it was as though it’s own shadow leaped out from the tree trunk, snapping the little thing’s neck. In a blink it was in his hand. That would do it. With that, he himself seemed to melt into the shadows, crawling back from whence he came.

Thursday, then.

[moonstoneandopal]

IT WAS A FULL DAY OF CORRALLING STUDENTS, but Wong made sure to finish his duties in a timely fashion so he could slip out to prepare dinner for the evening. In the private kitchen he had sectioned off, he cast the necessary protective charms before opening the icebox.

Sure, the contents were DEAD, but one couldn't be too careful.

Wong creaked the creature's frozen casket open, jerking his head away upon seeing that the aqrabuamelu's eye was now...open again.

觀音, GIVE HIM STRENGTH.

It looked dead by all other measures, so Wong grabbed a wok spatula and gave the meat's neck a good poke to confirm. When he wasn't attacked and the thing remained dead for all intents and purposes, he began the ARDUOUS process of preparing the slain beast.

After much slicing, chopping, and snapping off numerous legs, Wong had successfully salted, stir fried, and steamed most of the aqrabuamelu. The resulting dish loosely resembled some kind of mystically revolting cioppino—except it wasn't FISH NOR STEW.

With the stinger and a few legs hanging over the rim of the massive bowl, Wong checked his watch. He even had TWO MINUTES TO SPARE. As a reward, he pulled some shrimp chips from the pantry and munched on them until Strange's arrival, sweat still clinging to his temples.

[moonstoneandopal]

@supremestrangeness con't from x:

STEPHEN WAS BORN FOR THE MYSTIC ARTS, but there was a thin line between being gifted and being mad, often they were one in the same. Being confronted with Stephen's obsessive tendencies gone awry in another universe wasn't easy; however, he couldn't help but worry.

What had happened to this Strange's Wong? Perhaps it was best some questions REMAINED UNANSWERED.

Strange ate like a beast; there was no doubt about that, and as the starved creature crouched over with BARED FANGS, Wong clasped his hands behind his back and silently excused himself from the room.

However, there was a fizzle of a portal that appeared next to the plate after his departure with an invitation to come to Kamar-Taj every Thursday night at 7 p.m. when dinner would be privately served by none other than the SORCERER SUPREME.

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All his talk seemed to work, at least. He watched as Karl was finally face to face with him. Previous to this encounter, Stephen found sex facing his partner off putting. Despite trying his hardest to seem unaffected, his facial expressions often gave him away, and he hated the thought of being so open and easy to read at such a vulnerable time with someone else. With Karl now, though? He was desperate for it. He wanted to look at Karl, make eye contact with him, and feel his kisses. It was so new, somewhat scary, actually, but he needed it and was adapting to this different side of intimacy. A more honest and close intimacy. When Karl kissed him, Stephen eagerly kissed back. Hands found the spot between Karl's shoulder blades to hold him closer. He could barely put any pressure on the skin beneath them, nor could he feel much other than the warmth of Karl's body heat, but just being able to hold Karl against him felt amazing. It was less lonely with Karl up here where he could see him, and that was more arousing than any amount of incredible deep throating or finger-fucking could be. Karl's cock lay against his own. When Karl's tongue darted between the seam of his lips, Stephen eagerly welcomed it. With less force this time, Stephen rubbed his tongue alongside Karl's before handing over dominance of the kiss. He favoured to lick the underside of Karl's tongue as he explored Stephen's mouth instead. Karl pulled away and panted that Stephen talked too much. Stephen couldn't help but laugh. Again. Karl was magic. Karl brought real magic to his life, but he also brought such sensitive emotional energy to his life. Emotional energy that Stephen had never felt before. If anything, it made so much sense that Karl, a person with whom he was learning such deep spiritual power with, was the one to make him feel so happy it could only be described as magical. He couldn't remember a time he felt this light-hearted in the middle of sex.

"Then shut me up," Stephen whispered in return. Karl seemed to take him up on that offer, their lips and tongue tangling once more. The feel of Karl reaching down between them alerted Stephen to what he was attempting to do. Opening his thighs a little wider, he shifted, so Karl had more room. Stephen felt the head of Karl's cock press past the ring of muscle that made up his entrance. The stretch was more than just fingers. At first, he tensed, just like he had both times before, although he could hear soothing advice Karl had said both times previously, too. Keep breathing. He pulled away from the kiss so he could focus on loosening up. A wobbly breath in and a focus exhale. More of its kind followed, and Stephen squeezed his closed eyes further shut. The lubricant Karl used was helping and when Karl's cockhead brush against Stephen's prostate he gasped into Karl's lips.

"Oh ff-ffuck," the words were breathy and quiet, a signal of an involuntary reaction to intense pleasure.

"Keep going," he encouraged, knowing Karl would need reassurance that he wanted this and was present with him every step of the way.

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[moonstoneandopal]

KARL PRESSED HIS FOREHEAD to Stephen's and smiled with that breathy admission. The explicit reassurance to continue was appreciated and accounted for, and Karl offered one quick brush of his lips over Stephen's.

❝ Yes, but only BECAUSE IT'S YOU. ❞

A strained moan caught in his throat, and Karl positioned himself upright on his knuckles. He pushed himself forward until he had fully buried himself within Stephen, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a LIGHT STRING OF ROMANIAN CURSES fell from his lips.

Karl's chest rose and fell with the weight of his breath, and he rolled his hips, soon becoming blissfully overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the moment.

❝ You feel... ❞ What was the word? Oh, yes. ❝ IMMACULATE. ❞

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There was nothing quite so addictive for Stephen as hearing Karl say that he needed him. Karl was so steadfast and stoic, so self contained and assured, the idea of him needing anything was so new. Then to hear that Karl needed him? It was astonishing. What on Earth could Karl see in him that he needed? A small groan left Stephen's lips as his brow pinched again, his expression the picture of pleasure. His cheeks were pink with a flush that was slowly travelling down his neck and blossoming on his chest.

"Then stop being so damn patient." Stephen smiled to himself before opening his eyes to make eye contact with Karl. "Let yourself take something for a change hm? Leave the patience for when I'm struggling with my sling-ring. You can trust me to say no, you can trust me to say stop. You can let go with me. It's safe to." Perhaps it was too forward to say, maybe it would get him in trouble, but he just wanted Karl to know that whatever standards he was holding himself to, Stephen wasn't. "Besides, I want to be close to you and as great as your skills at giving head are, you're all the way down there and I'm all the way up here." There was a slight pause. "If you're kissing me, my mouth will be too full to speak with your tongue half way down my throat." The thought of having full contact with Karl, having him inside, on top, half way down his throat, was almost too much to bear. It would be a stretch, it would probably hurt somewhat, but fuck, it would be so worth it. He'd wanted this for so long, his fingers almost itched to press against Karl's sculpted shoulders above him.

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[moonstoneandopal]

STEPHEN'S WORDS were well-intended, even desirable if he truly meant them. It was challenging to take them at face value because if Stephen was ALL TALK...the risk.

Then again, Karl wouldn't know if Stephen did mean what he said unless he put him to the test, and WHAT A TEST IT WAS.

After removing his fingers from Stephen, Karl lurched forward on top of Stephen. His cock laid heavy next to Stephen's as he stole a hungry kiss from Stephen's lips.

BY THE VISHANTI, his tongue missed Stephen's, and now was the time, if any, to be indelicate.

Pulling back for a single breath, Karl murmured, ❝ YOU TALK TOO MUCH. ❞

He reached down to fist his own cock, lubricant glistening over with each stroke; it was truly a favorite trick credit the mystic arts, and as his mouth continued to remain EVER ENRAPTURED by Stephen's, Karl aligned his cock at Stephen's entrance and pushed forward.

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"You're such a dickhead," he replied in jest. Stephen laughed again though, it was a playful reprimand, one not meant to cause offense. More affectionate than anything else. Laughing during sex was absolutely something he'd never done before and he'd never imagined it could be done without being awkward or mood breaking. With Karl it felt natural though and it added to the incredible feelings he had coursing through his body. Karl smoothed his palm and fingers over Stephen's stomach and it felt soothing. The touch to his prostate caused an involuntary moan to fall from Stephen's lips. Despite wiping his forehead, more sweat had started to gather around his hairline and his eyebrows. There was no relief and fuck, Stephen was loving it. Karl's order to keep breathing reminded Stephen not to tense up, which was something his body was telling him he should be doing. The constant reassurance and reminder was helping a great deal. Part of him wondered if Karl had been someone's first before. A slight tinge of jealousy flashed in his chest at the thought, however, and he quickly pushed it aside in favour of not souring his current mood. Opening his eyes, Stephen looked down the plane of his chest and stomach to watch Karl. Stephen caught the way Karl used his spit to wet his cock and damn, that was hot. His lust blown pupils followed the drop. Karl's hand left his stomach to curl around his cock. The firm pressure against his skin earned Karl a hushed hiss of an inhale, with a wobbly exhale. "oh god yes," he encouraged the action with praise of his own.

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[moonstoneandopal]

STEPHEN WAS IRREVOCABLY BEAUTIFUL like this, a great weight lifted. Was it the weight of his past? The weight of performance? The weight of the apparent longing that existed between them? Whatever weight it was, the absence of it let Karl see Stephen more clearly than ever before, and he reached a rather simple conclusion.

❝ I NEED YOU. ❞

That was it, wasn't it ? Need getting the better him? Instead of getting Stephen off again as he originally intended, Karl started scissoring his fingers to better open Stephen. He didn't want to be indelicate with the process, but then again...

LOOK AT HIM.

There truly was no going back.

❝ I TRUST YOU to tell me if it's too much, ❞ he panted, continuing to pump Stephen's cock through his hand while he prepped him. ❝ But Stephen, if you could see yourself, you'd understand the immeasurable IMPATIENCE I am enduring. ❞

[lizmaximoff]

Doctor Strange (2016) dir. by Scott Derrickson

[moonstoneandopal]

don't make a new blog. don't make a new blog. don't make a new blog.

[moonstoneandopal]

i'm doing it.

[moonstoneandopal]

don't make a new blog. don't make a new blog. don't make a new blog.

[moonstoneandopal]

...if all you see from m.ordo is aggression, you're not fUCKING paying attention.

[incorrectkamartaj]

Wong: Why does Dormammu hate us so much?

The Ancient One: Maybe he’s homophobic.

Stephen: But we aren’t gay?

Mordo: Speak for yourself.

[animusrox]

Doctor Strange (2016) dir. Scott Derrickson