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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄  

“I’ll put the thanks on hold, then.” He watches his face and he can see that no matter what he says, Wong will still wear the worry. Stephen was tempted to bring up that such a thing causes wrinkles - but he kept that to himself. There is no reason to bring that into the conversation. Not after he’s already offered some assistance on the matter.

“If it was, we’d certainly be getting somewhere.” He grabs a book himself and flips through some pages that may help. “ Though maybe you can help her with mediation ? To connect with her soul or something…I can’t very well knock it out of her body. Wasn’t pleasant for me, I refuse to do that to a weak woman.” Though it was certainly a trip and a half.

“Besides, I feel like you could use some zen time yourself. You’re a little crabby.”

A grunt. Strange should not press any more buttons and definitely hold back his comments. He should rather devote his concentration to that woman. A difficult path lays ahead. “I wouldn't recommend that for a woman in her condition either. But I am perhaps willing to assist her in finding her connection with her soul.” he said with his hands clasped behind his back. “However, first start with the spell, help her build her physical strength, she will need that as much as her mental strength. The two must be in harmony.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

“Thank you.” and he means it with all sincerity. To have Wong help him with Cassandra means the world to him - but he isn’t going to lay it on that thick. Instead simple gratitude would suffice. He could also offer to replace his tea but he didn’t want to make Wong think he was either bribing him or turning over a new leaf completely. Some things are better left unchanged in the ever changing universes.

“She can do it. I believe she can.” Strange will follow Wong to the library gathering anything he, too, may need to help this woman survive. He hopes that he can prove Wong wrong, but that isn’t the goal.

The goal here is to save a life - something he has sworn to do.

“Don't thank me yet, Strange. Time will show if she can and will.” The uncertainty continued to linger in his words and it would remain so until they saw positive progress — if ever.      He led Strange to one of the shelves, with a sweep of his finger the book was in his hands before he turned to his friend to hand it to him. “Be aware that this spell is not permanent. The damage to her body will not repair it. It merely gives her a bit more time until she improves, if she can, and her body sorts itself out.”

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astrangemagic​:

“ If I recall correctly when I arrived here I was thrown out … literally, on my face.” He looks stern at Wong. Someone who is a friend, confidant and the like he can understand his worries, but he almost feels a little personal attack at the questions he brings to Strange about wanting to help Cassandra. He doesn’t show it but the words are getting into his head.

He does what he can to push them away, he can’t assume everyone who wants help as dark intent. He clearly doesn’t even if he has overstepped his bounds a time or two. It was for the greater good, wasn’t it? 

“ I wasn’t given a chance at first - so who are we to dismiss her ? Yes she’s…This is her last chance to find something. I can’t tell her ‘no’. She knows the risks. She’s willing. And if she goes mad….I’ll take care of it.” though he believes she won’t. Even if there is a shadow of a doubt he dismisses it.

Even no longer using his hands as a doctor, he still swore to help people. He has to try.

“So…will you help me or are determined to loom with your warning?”

At his last question, whether he would help him or not, Wong paused and his gaze remained on Strange for a while without him saying anything. What kind of friend and Sorcerer Supreme would he be if he did not help him and give this woman a chance? Even though his concerns remain, even the worry for Strange if this went wrong. Would he then truly be willing to do whatever it takes to take care of her as he is about to do now? A sigh escapes him, giving in. “I might know a spell to support her body. Yet it won't help her what's happening up here.” and pointed a finger at his head, “That is her fight alone.” before slowly walking off to find the book containing the spell in the library shelves.

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

“ You’ve helped me and countless others - “ Strange says as he looks directly at Wong, laser focused. “What is it about her that makes you want to question this ?”  He could ask the same thing of Strange, he realized. What is it about her that makes him want to help? A heavy breath lingers in his lungs as he stares down his friend with a sense of stubbornness and curiosity as to why he is standing so firm on the side of not wanting to help.

“ Oh you know as well as I do if this somehow messes up and blows up in my face you’ll be right there. Probably not to help, but to lay in the ‘I told you so’ in only a way you can.” Though he was going to believe that this would help her. It had too. it saved him, it saved others. If he can teach what he learned then she could have a fighting chance. Doesn’t she deserve that ? Why do others get a chance and others get turned away ? That is something he never quiet understood. Does he truly see Cassandra as a threat? What is it he knows that Strange doesn’t? He didn’t ask, he was too stubborn to do so at this point.

Legitimate questions and Strange had the very rights to ask them due to being the one of knowing her and because of how convinced he is that he can actually help this woman. But precisely because of his stubbornness, it is sometimes impossible for him to see the greater picture behind it.      “Some minds are not made to go down that path, Strange. You had the potential. A strong mind that took you far. Some, unfortunately, fall apart.” his brows drew inwards and he spoke with an empathetic calm, trying again to make it understandable to Strange. “The mind of this Cassandra is too fragile. The degree of her despair, with time against her, some are driven mad by it.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ​

“ You really shouldn’t bring the holy mother into this.” He says, lifting a finger as he flips a page, but then uses his abilities to reach for him another book. “I know her well enough to know I want to help her. She has gone through this much - I’ve watched it…She can do this.” He tells Wong with the most certainty even if there is some confidence lacking behind them.

“Do you want to be the one to look into those eyes of hers and tell her this isn’t possible?” Strange lifts his head, eyes deadlocked on Wong. “Go ahead. I’m sure it’s like taking candy from a baby.” Then a pause. “…which I hope you’ve never actually done, It might make me think less of you.”

Shaking his head slowly to his next words, Strange lifts his finger to Wong. “I intend on keeping this promise , Wong. I will only ask you once to help me. If you decline I will do so on my own. I can’t not try.”

The speech would convince others of that, but not Wong, not with the knowledge he has. Some things just aren't meant to happen, some couldn't be saved from whatever fate had in store for them, for whatever reason. Some are worth it, others are not. Strange knows that. Concern plagued Wong, for what if Strange could not help her? Which is the most likely scenario. He would no doubt have rejected this woman, would have had no problem telling her the truth about her fate.       Wong takes a deep breath through his nose, almost as if admitting defeat. Ignoring the whole thing is not an option. Strange is doing it with or without him. Helping him he would be able to observe everything. Hands clasp behind his back, standing now with his back straight in front of Strange to give his next words more emphasis. “All right,” he said, shaking his head in a slight fashion, “but if this goes wrong, don't you dare come to me,” and then he raised a finger. “I warned you.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

“I think you answered your own question - she’s resting.” he should simply tell Wong why he brought Cassandra here, but he knows the lecture that is bound to come of it. Not word for word, but he can imagine the cadence of the conversation. But if he was going to do this he knows he’d need help. Who else is going to help him but Wong?

“ I want to help her, she has a chance to live her life and do good with that life.” He tells Wong with his ‘matter-of-fact’ tone. “She’s been a patient at my hospital and I promised I’d help her. I want to keep that promise. Call me sentimental.” And with that he shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “I’m sure in this vast library there is something that can help her.” 

Even if it all sounded plausible and good-hearted, the doubts remained. It is only due to the fact that the condition is more than precarious. At this stage, she could rather shorten the time she has left even more.       “I don't care if she was a patient of yours or the Holy Mother,” Wong said, questioning whether Strange would understand the seriousness of the situation. “How well do you know this woman anyway that you can be sure she can withstand the rigors of training her magic? It's not broken bones, Strange. Her entire body is already falling apart. Let alone what could harm her spirit.” he shakes his head and then raises his voice to stop Strange from continuing on his way to the library. “Sometimes you shouldn't make promises you can't keep.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄

He had no doubt that Wong would have questions about what he’s doing. After all he was now the Sorcerer Supreme. He knows the rules and the concerns that he’ll have about him bringing Cassandra here, wanting to help her. But that doesn’t mean he will meet Wong’s question with a straight answer.

“Do you mean generally, figuratively…?” He asks Wong as his brow arches and he glances away from the book in his hand. “ If you mean actually - I’m reading.” He lifts the book for a moment only to then bring it back down to level and turn the page. “Though I’m going to take a shot in the dark and say that’s not what you’re asking me.” 

A frustrated grunt leaves his mouth, his gaze more than judgmental followed by a shake of the head. Though it's not surprising, that‘s how Strange is. After all the time he's known him, Wong should be used to his manners of avoiding to give a proper answer to the question he is asked, no matter from whom it‘s coming. Wong is not to be trifled with. At least not in such a situation, which was not only Strange's own business. That he brought the young woman here could turn out to be a tragedy for everyone.        “Exactly,”  he said, less amused as his brows furrowed, “that is not what I am asking you, but the woman resting in the chambers of these halls.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 — @storminmyveins​

Wong doesn't want to ask questions any more, but there are still some things that couldn‘t be ignored. Especially for the reason that he is now the Supreme Sorcerer, he bears the responsibility. When Strange brought the foreign, sickly woman to their home, he doubted his old friend's intention. Only because of the condition of that woman, he doesn't believe anything good would come of it. Neither for her, nor for Strange.      “What do you think you're doing?” he asked him in an admonishing tone.

[lamereperdue-archive]

Longing to belong to you  ღ

Happy Valentine’s Day, my Myllie! For the full feels, click on the title above. This had been a scene with Rachel, but there needed to be a Manny edition. And let’s be honest, the song fits them better. Also I take this opportunity to say, though I probably have said a lot of times, I love you very, very much. I want to thank you for bringing so much joy into my life, and honestly, my role play experience wouldn’t be the same without you. You’re one of the few people that will always have a very special in my heart. 

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when you look through your blogs to find something else and you stumble across other beautiful things. I cry. @storminmyveins and the words I’ve written back then never changed. Love you so much my Jigglypuff ♥

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ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ

Perhaps asking Jaskier to come along was a bit of a mistake, but he did owe the Bard. Even if he didn’t outright say it. Though one favor at a time as warning him about Jove may have yielded nothing. Jaskier and his way with women, after all.  “ I felt it was something you needed to learn for yourself.” Geralt replies, though no smile tugs at his features.

But it wants too, oh boy does it want too. Just causing the corner of his mouth to twitch. “Besides, would you have listened if I did? “ 

LIPS OPEN TO SAY SOMETHING. SOMETHING BAD. SOMETHING TO COUNTER HIS QUESTION. Offended he is, yet the bards mouth reminds closed and instead he purses before inhaling a long breath. Defeated.       “ Probably...not. ” Then in the same moment, however, a finger he raises in a judging fashion, pointing it at the Witcher. “ Still, what kind of cosmic madness did you get yourself into?  I mean, people from the moon and your child of surprise. How? ” he asks, frowning. “ Didn’t even know you can live on that bright, shiny ball up there. ”

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@wornoutlullaby​ | ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀɪᴠɪᴀ

“ Why  did  you  not  warn  me  about  that ... fierce,  muscular  woman ? ”  A  punch  in  the face  he  already  got  many  times,  even  in  less pleasant  regions  of  his  body.  For  sure,  Jaskier  was  already  used  to  it.  However,  a  warning  beforehand  would  have  been  more  than  fair  after  being  left  behind,  and  then  asked  for  help  by  the  same  man  who  had  told  him  to  fuck off.

[indianajcnes]

Harold Ramis as Egon Spengler | Ghostbusters (1984)

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@wornoutlullaby - LOKI

"  Is  that  really  necessary?  "  he  asked  under  a  sigh,  almost  giving  up  while  his  salad  was  already  too  salty  to  even  enjoy  as  Loki  proposed  his  theory.    Almost  too  energetically,  with  full  confidence  that  he  was  right.  Variants  hiding  in  apocalypses  to  remain  undetected.  Insane.  Simply  Insane.             "  Great,  and  you  figured  that  out  all  by  yourself  so  quickly?  "  he  questioned  and  looked  around.  "  Where  is  your  lovely  lady  partner,  or  do  you  want  to  adorn  yourself  with  borrowed  plumes?  "  Was  it  perhaps  another  trick,  like  winning  the  laurels  in  the  hope  of  an  early  meeting  with  the  timekeepers?  Wouldn't  be  the  first  time.  

[blackcatrph]

** protective  sentence  starters.

“  no  one  will  hurt  you  again,  or  i’ll  kill  them.  ”

“  you  touch  them,  you’ll  regret  it.  ”

“  how  much  do  you  really  know  about  them  ?  ”

“  always  keep  a  part  of  yourself  to  yourself.  ”

“  even  the  powerful  need  protection  sometimes.  ”

“  i  heard  that  you’ve  been  having  some  trouble.  ”

“  do  you  need  a  hand  ? ”

“  are  they  bothering  you  ?  ”

“  i  would  happily  die  if  it  meant  you  would  be  safe.  ”

“  you’re  my  family.  of  course  i  came.  ”

“  if  they  put  their  hands  on  you,  cut  them  off.  ”

“  no  one  hurts  my  family  and  lives.  ”

“  they  never  loved  you.  you  can’t  see  it,  but  i  can.  ”

“  i  will  do  what  it  takes  to  survive.  ”

“  family  isn’t  who  you’re  born  to  it  is  who  you’d  die  for.  ”

“  let  me  save  you.  just  this  once.  ”

“  we  don’t  have  a  lot  but  we  do  have  each  other.  ”

“  if  you  don’t  terrify  people  a  little  then  what’s  the  point  ?  ”

“  i  thought  they’d  killed  you  so  i  lost  my  temper.  ”

“  forget  about  them.  they  don’t  deserve  you  anyway.  ”

“  ah  !  a  smile  !  i  told  you  i  could  make  you  smile.  ”

“  i’ll  always  be  here  for  you.  ”

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** misc  angst  sentence  starters.

“  come  back.  come  back  to  me.  ”

“  it  was  real  for  me.  ”

“  i’ll  fight  the  bad  dreams  off  if  they  come  to  get  you.  ”

“  flowers  grow  back  even  after  the  harshest  of  winters.  you  will  too.  ”

“  i  won’t  leave  you  here  !  ”

“  we’re  in  this  together.  ”

“  i  don’t  need  your  help.  not  anymore.  ”

“  you  left  me  to  die  !  ”

“  what  if  i  never  fall  in  love  again  ?  ”

“  we  can’t  keep  doing  this.  ”

“  when  were  you  going  to  tell  me  about  this  ?  ”

“  you  need  to  stay  with  me  !  don’t  close  your  eyes  okay  ?  ”

“  my  duty  must  come  before  everything  else.  you  knew  this.  ”

“  stay  away  from  me  !  i  don’t  want  to  see  you  again  !  ”

“  there’s  nothing  you  can  do  that  will  fix  this.  ”

“  sometimes  it  feels  like  the  world  is  crumbling  beneath  my  feet.  ”

“  now  is  not  the  time  for  goodbyes.  now  is  the  time  to  fight.  ”

“ trust  no  one.  not  even  me.  you  understand  ?  ”

“  i’m  fine.  i  can  walk  on  my  own.  ”

“  please,  just  look  at  me.  ”

“  you  and  i  are  no  heroes.  ”

“  you  think  you  can  just  waltz  back  in  here  and  pretend  everything  is  okay  ?  ”

“  those  are  the  words  of  a  coward  !  ”

“  you  can’t  save  everyone.  ”

“  you’re  better  off  without  me.  ”

“  i  trusted  you  !  ”

“  you  deserve  more  than  i  can  give  you.  ”

“  please,  don’t  hurt  me  again.  ”

“  you  would  never  understand  the  pain  you  put  me  through.  ”

“  did  you  ever  love  me  ?  or  were  those  just  words  you  said  ?  ”

“  haven’t  you  done  enough  today  ?  ”

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KELLY.

@schoenestrauma​ for Matthew Casey from Kelly Severide

Don’t get Severide wrong for a second - more than anything he loves his family. He loves being a father, a husband, and all that comes with it. But sometimes a man needs time away from all the estrogen in the house ( that includes the judgmental cat ) . He’s enlisted Casey, because it’s been awhile since the two of them hung out together. At first he thought that Molly’s would be the place to go, but he opted to take Casey some place different. Still with drinks, but away from the work environment. He’s sure he’ll catch an earful from Herrmann about loyalty and integrity later. He sat, waiting for Casey to show up. Certainly they had some “gossiping” to do of their own. After all it’s not exactly a mystery that Cassandra’s best friend was staying in town for more than just moral support and as a free babysitter. 

WHEN CASEY ENTERED, HE SAW KELLY ALREADY SITTING. A wave of his hand, along with a nod, he gave toward his friend’s direction after putting away his phone. Sure, they saw each other every day at the firehouse, hung around, smoking their cigars here and there between the alarms, but it had really been a while since they hung out like this. However, that’s life.       ‘ Sorry, I’m late. ’  he said and was about to sit down as his phone made a sound. Embarrassment spread across his face, and took out his phone just to turn it silent, only peeking that it was another message from Lin, wishing him a fun evening bevor he sat down. He pursed his lips. ‘ Sorry. ’

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𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘓𝘍

“Hmm.” His lips pursed as he stared down at the tiny woman , her white hair to match his own but with more blue, more life in her eyes than he felt he held in a long time. And at her side was a sword at his neck which is nothing new. It’s always a sword, a stinger, a tentacle… None of this was ever really new to him, just the situation in which presents itself.  His golden eyes went from the princess to her guard, then back to the princess again. A clearing of his throat unnoticeable as he took in a breath. “Tales, legends, myths..” He repeated in a low tone. “ Perhaps you falling from the sky is one of the most normal myths to be told.” No smile on his stern lips as he moved to put his hand on his companion, his trusty horse Roach. 

“How, may I ask, does the princess expect me to do this?” Her request almost seemed more far fetched and out there than anything else. The moon? That’s something not within reach…how is he to help this woman? He has his own magic, but that magic is more so for fighting monsters. If she can tell him how to help that is when he’ll consider. 

For now he lets his gaze go back to her Guardian wondering if him taking a tone with a princess is going to get that blade to his throat again.

It’ll be more surprising if it doesn’t.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 to draw her sword again. But she remained on her spot next to the princess, and turned her gaze back to her instead as she spoke to the Witcher.

      “ We are in need of your abilities. There is only the two of us. I am powerless, and although my guardian is reluctant to admit it, she is not strong enough to do it alone. ” she began to explain, never changing her posture, or letting her gaze drift away from him — the man that was her only hope. Not for anything in the world would she risk the life of her guardian from whom she had learned who she was after a life living in the dark. The only person she had left.         “ There’s a creature in a cave and for nothing it will give up something that is very important to me. Something I need in order rebuild my kingdom. ”