A bundle of regrets

Indie Stephen Strange RP blog (See About) / Semi-Selective / Mun is old

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Just your average Multiverse Bartender, here to talk about your depression, not his depression.

Indie Doctor Stephen “Strange Supreme”, Master Sorcerer of the Forbidden Arts of the multiverse.  

Semi-selective due to spotty IRL availability

A sad old man who’s trying his best and needs to get out more

Open to long winded eloquent diatribes, and short spurts of shenanigans, as applicable. 

May contain depressive and horror themes, but generally considered PG13. Mun is old (30+) and ace. 21+ only, Thanks! 

2 verses: 2015 run of Comics Strange or MCU “What if...?” variant of Strange exclusively, and ergo is a big ol’ pile of spoilers for the series, just by nature. See “About” (link soon)

From the Mun that brought you @akillerconundrum, @darthtryhard, @nuxtheuncrackable-blog, and many more!

Promo art doodled by me. There might be more doodles in the future idk.

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happy last night of Hanukkah from me and Bats!

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man… definitely getting my writing steam back, will continue to pick away at drafts and write up some starters soon but also I’ve been rewatching Gotham and boy do I miss writing Ed Nygma @akillerconundrum … I haven’t logged in, but I’m sure that fandom is dead and it breaks my heart lol. Maybe I’ll poke my head in there some time? We’ll see. My heart forever belongs to Strange, but Ed was always SO MUCH FUN to write?? Aaah

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@burdenedchaos

The shadows of the room shifted, shivering like branches in a breeze, the undeniable stink of more questionable magics seeping in around him as a dark clawed hand and several glowing eyes seemed to emerge from them as though swimming out of the darkness… only to coalesce into a somewhat familiar, haggard, mostly human face. Maintaining direct eye contact, a hand was woven and a bottle of something appeared, and the man poured two hefty shots and offered it out to the man this reality called Loki.

“So,” Finally the eye contact was broken, as Strange glanced to the side as though finally taking in their surroundings, “You haven’t burnt your reality down, yet. Good on you.”

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Eyes had narrowed at the intrusion as the Trickster was far more used to house calls of the Midgardian nature nowadays; the stench of tainted magic. The bending of shadows. He stood defensively, fingers twitching in preparation to pull one of his daggers out of the pocket dimension they were kept safe in before recognition dawned on just who his visitor actually was.

Expression shifted into a smirk, pleased to see that the Wizard hadn't bitten the dust just yet; and a hand reached out to accept the impromptu shot, slender painted nails wrapping around it.

"I'm rather taken with this snug little corner I've carved out for myself. It would be a shame to see it gone."

"And what of yourself? You're looking rather...well." his free hand splayed, gesturing to all of Strange at once. "You know."

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The shadows shifted and poured themselves into a nearby chair like oil, the bedraggled sorcerer lounging back as though this were his own living room. He chuckled bitterly at the failed attempt at a cordial greeting. “Oh, you know. Status quo. At least my own perceived status quo. I’ve observed plenty of realities in which you’ve mucked something up, it’s nice to see a Loki that can at least feign having his shit together. I forget. Is this the one where you’re still actively trying to kill your brother, the one where you have a kid with a horse, or the one where you eventually turn the timeline to ribbons? There’s so many variations, I loose track. I had a mark in my notes that this was a friendly one, at least.”

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In the shadows, something stirred. Or rather, the shadows themselves seemed to stir. The feeling of emptiness continued, still far more hollow than she had ever felt this already sequestered place… it just wasn’t quite as empty as she had initially thought. A shape drifted nearby, a shadow moving as though Strange were simply standing behind her, casting his shade… but no. It wasn’t so much a division, as a shaving. A small piece of himself, a scraping, just enough to maybe make sure she wasn’t truly alone, or just enough to spy on her, it as unclear. Just a shadow, left behind. The way it moved was almost ghost-like, disconnected although trying to keep its attention on her, just a whisper. A silhouette of a head tilted as though confused by her accusation.

Creepy… is that what it was? Noted.

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So it wasn't just her paranoia playing tricks on her in this quiet, empty space. When the shadows actually moved she half expected Stephen to pop back out looking smug or a little shameful, but neither was the case. Sure, it was shaped like him but this... thing was less materialized then illusionary. A shadowy whisp with Stephen's form, but not enough of him left behind to actually be him.

"I'm sorry. Strange didn't exactly tell me he would leave something behind, but yes it is impolite to watch people while they try to sleep off whatever nightmare we just went through." Her voice held bitterness as she propped herself up with a groan, wincing from how raw her bones still felt.

His presence didn't make this empty space any brighter. "Are you here to watch over me or spy on me?" She asked after finally pulling herself in a sitting position, not wanting to be vulnerable around this new piece of Strange's being she hadn't dealt with before... vigilant especially after the egg fiasco.

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The shadow didn’t seem to react, simply existing against the wall, still and silent as a decoration. So long as she stayed where she was supposed to, it would not be needed. An automatic response would proceed if need be, but thus far the woman simply needed rest.

It was not like the Guardian. It had no opinions. It had no thoughts beyond those centered around its specific task. A security system. An automatic response. He might have trusted her enough to leave her here, alone for the most part, but didn’t trust her enough to not forgo any protections or emergency precautions, that was clear.

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I haven’t watched S3 of what if, saving it for New Years (maybe) but I did read a bunch of spoilers and on one hand I’m glad they acknowledge Strange Supreme at all, but man that show does not interest me at all without him in it lol I didn’t even hate his S2 storyline… it just isn’t the same without him actively causing trouble or at least looming somewhere and while I like Peggy, it feels like the show just shoves her at you against your will, if that makes sense?

anyhoo, still obsessed with this looser lol

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Point out my muse’s flaws meme

".... So about the dead girlfriend...."

”Can we PLEASE stop talking about my dead girlfriend?? That is not a character flaw, it is a horrific twist of the universe I can and WILL rectify!”

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Nat points at the empty liquor bottles and raises an eyebrow. "Do we want to talk about the vices or the dead girlfriend obssession you can't get over?"

(muse flaws meme)

“Listen. It’s called being a functional alcoholic and I’m coping in a completely functional and understandable way.”

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"I know it's a bit pot meet kettle, but, well... look at you."

Point out my muse’s flaws meme

“I’m not sure what you mean… if being more stylish than you is a flaw?” He flicked the edges of the pointed collar of his nefarious looking cloak, before giving his other self a wink and a finger gun.

[sometimes-prompts]

Point out a flaw of my muse and see their reaction!

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”Oh, it’s always been a thing. At least in most permeations of the multiverse. They just seem to be a bit more bold in the face of reality altering what have you these days? I’d offer you a drink but… do robots consume? Maybe a strong magnet to the noggin’?”

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"... No one's ever asked me that before. I should think of it as kind, right? But I can tell you're probably wanting to kill me." Ultron was greatly assuming things, because that's just all he's known with those on this planet. Humans and their flawed minds. He would remake them in his own liking, someday soon; a wish that he held onto, despite everything going on around him. The fact that this person even acknowledged his question was making him give pause, and to try and think this all through by the millisecond.

"I...- I do not think I can. This body was only built to wipe out humankind. The pleasantness that comes from consuming food or drink, or any other kind of sensory output that is connected with taste buds is relatively out of my range." His fists clenched at his sides. "I was supposed to be beautiful, be perfect and have all that your kind have, and more-- and they took that away from me."

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”Kind? Maybe. Cordial, more like? Polite isnt the same as kind.” At the accusation of murderous intent, the odd, sickly man gave a snort and a sharp laugh, “Don’t worry, I give everyone that impression, I think. Comes with the territory. Well, I have technically tried to kill you before… a different you, a different reality. Beautiful is one way to put it… fascinating and brilliant but dumb as any machine. You AI types aren’t good at thinking outside the box. Incapable, really, from what I understand, just by design.”

He considered the mechanical man for several moments, clearly considering something as he took a long, slow sip of the cocktail in his hand. “Well, I might not be the Stark sort of scientist, but doctors are still a sort of scientist… let’s try an experiment? If I’m anything, I’m Mr Outside The Box.” With a sudden gesture, what appeared to be a high powered magnet like one would find in a large speaker appeared in his spidery hand and a spray of golden sparks.

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OPEN RP | Muse: Ultron

"... So... Anyone care to explain to me why witches and wizards are a thing, now? You know what... forget I said anything." Ultron was staring right at this one, with red eyes so heated; a simmering rage beneath them.

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”Oh, it’s always been a thing. At least in most permeations of the multiverse. They just seem to be a bit more bold in the face of reality altering what have you these days? I’d offer you a drink but… do robots consume? Maybe a strong magnet to the noggin’?”

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I still live!! Trucking along and trying to keep my head above water IRL lol missing this fellow a ton. Gonna try to get to some of the ol drafts asap! Also feeling unmotivated to watch the new season of What If for obvious reasons hahaha

in the meantime, have a holiday picture of my Bats puppet from last year lol

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just as I was getting my steam back, I was hit by a really bad cold. 🙃 on the mend now, and hope to get back into the swing of things soon, now that I’m not dying lol! Thank you everyone who’s been patient with me!

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He drew in a deep breath, silver eyes locked on her with the intensity of a bird of prey. “You shouldn’t trust me,” it was almost a whisper, but the wild creature curling within him didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’ll try to be quick,” He cleared his throat, attempting to be casual, normal, relatively speaking, as though he were just running to the corner bodega for chips and an energy drink.

He wanted to trust her, but it was difficult. Almost impossible. Something shifted as he drifted from the glum room, shadows curling as he slipped out into the hall and out of her view, something slipping from him like discarded garbage. With a crackle of energy that permiated the tiny reality, he was gone, and with him, some sort of core piece of this place. It left it eerily empty, everything dimmed, silent like no place could be silent, the most alone one could possibly be. The one living, breathing thing in the whole of this damaged, broken universe.

…except she wasn’t alone. From the deep shadows, something watched her.

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You shouldn't trust me... The intensity of the word hit her, after everything... the misery teathered to her bone he just extracted from her... the soreness she could still feel where it had sunk the claws into her. It hurt every time she took a breath. "I really shouldn't" was the only response she had to that, her eyes averting, too tired to fight or discuss this point.

She nodded at his assurance that he would try to be quick and settled in to wait out however long his quick would be.

When he left the Mirror Sanctum seemed to loose the last bit of life it had left, colors muting itself into sepia tones and reality becomming worn around the edges as if she could just take a thread and pull to unravel it all. If silence was a sound this hollow empty space would ring with it's tune. To an extent it did.

Natasha turned to her side, pressing her back against the sofa, ears and senses stretching into the eerie silence as she tried to get some rest, something made the hairs of her neck prickle and stand as she sensed eyes on her. "Are you going to show yourself and talk or do you just want to keep staring. I don't exactly feel kinky enough to have something creepy watch me sleep."

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In the shadows, something stirred. Or rather, the shadows themselves seemed to stir. The feeling of emptiness continued, still far more hollow than she had ever felt this already sequestered place… it just wasn’t quite as empty as she had initially thought. A shape drifted nearby, a shadow moving as though Strange were simply standing behind her, casting his shade… but no. It wasn’t so much a division, as a shaving. A small piece of himself, a scraping, just enough to maybe make sure she wasn’t truly alone, or just enough to spy on her, it as unclear. Just a shadow, left behind. The way it moved was almost ghost-like, disconnected although trying to keep its attention on her, just a whisper. A silhouette of a head tilted as though confused by her accusation.

Creepy… is that what it was? Noted.

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Slowly picking through the ol drafts and inbox, but I definitely want some fresh new stuff! Feel free to send random asks to my inbox, or like this post for a quick starter!

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getting in these in a few, doin an evening reblog just in case interested parties missed it!

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"I appreciate you..you know...resurrecting me and nursing me back to some semblance of sanity, you know I do." Wanda explained as she poured them both some red wine. "But when do I get to go back to my dimension?"

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The man sitting across from her, gently accepting the refill to his glass might have looked like Stephen Strange, but he was certainly not the one that had recently helped put her in the sad situation this one had found her in. The multiverse was vast, and contained limitless possibilities… but it was a tricky thing.

“I didn’t resurrect you,” he clarified. Gaunt, sickly, haggard, but still held a familiar Stephen Strange dignity about him, even if there was no denying something else lurking underneath the surface. He stank of questionable magics, and there was the sense of being more like a tangle of somethings in a meat suit, doing it’s damndest to seem as human as possible. “I simply snatched you away at the last possible moment. As far as your reality is concerned… your place within it is complete.” He took a long sip, “Untangling the Darkhold’s effects on you… now that was a tricky puzzle. You’re welcome.”

He had been odd company, keeping a very doctorly bedside manner, and when he did answer any questions, they were usually cryptic, and lead to only more questions.