#darkforce dimension

[bandagedknight]

“While that sounds just.. lovely, really, I’m actually on a bit of a mission here. I was hoping to get pointed in the direction of Sheriff Strange.” Or Marc Spector. Layla El-Faouly would be great too. But asking around for those names would probably get Steven killed if he wasn’t careful. 

[wizardstrange]

@sorcerersuprme​​

Doctor Stephen Strange could handle complicated. He’d faced off with Dormammu himself, fought against one of his own, and even helped defeat a mad Titan; but Battleworld was an entirely different beast.

His head felt like a jumbled up mess of memories that weren’t entirely his own, a complex flash of images that made him painfully aware of the fact that things were not right here. God Emperor Doom was deceiving everyone, and the entire balance of reality was wronged. They’d expected death after the Incursion, but some of the Domains left people with far worse fates. 

And even though Strange was technically Sheriff of this place, intended to prosecute and judge once familiar faces, he knew he needed to do something. And fast. Eight years of living this lie had passed. Eight. Eight years of people being forced to live lives that weren’t their own. 

And there was one person who Stephen knew he needed to find.

Navigating his way to the Darkforce Dimension wasn’t difficult. His memories were slowly righting themselves after the incantation he’d performed back at the Isle of Agamotto to speed the process up, resolving eight years worth of falsehoods. It was disorienting and still a little confusing, but he managed to still remember where Clea had been hiding out.  When he saw the blonde, he couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him as he went to approach her. 

But then suddenly her lips were colliding with his and-- was this happening? Yup, it was definitely happening. Even with his other memories intact, the sheer passion of the kiss still shocked Stephen as his hands found their way to the small of her back, pulling her closer. 

He was out of breath by the time she pulled away, the shock evident on his face as his eyebrows shot up. “It’s nice to see you too.”

[elgaberino-mcoc]

AMERICA CHAVEZ KIT: REACTION UPDATED

I have continually edited the America Chavez reaction I wrote as I thought of more future champs implications hinted by her kit and realizing it calls for a lot of tweets about random marvel characters who connect to the Dark Dimension, Negative Zone, or whatever the “Big Bang Dimension” is.

For one thing, I can't find official Marvel disambiguation between Darkforce Dimension and Dark Dimension. It's hard to establish that the one isn't just a subspace within the other. I think it's best not to conflate them. Maybe that's why America Chavez doesn't have a synergy with Mister Negative.

You can follow my unfolding theories on the MCOC story and future-champs implications of her kit here.

[girlsofcomics]

Silhouette

-Real name: Silhouette Chord

-A.k.a.: Little Shadow

-Publisher: Marvel

-Type: Mutant

-Afilliations:Folding Circle, Holy Guard, New Warriors, Outlaw Avengers, The Initiative

-Powers: Shadowmeld, teleport through the darkforce dimensión, enhanced sensory perception, martial arts, agility, darkforce manipulation, intellect, super speed, super strength

[bandagedknight]

@hellfirepriest​

Steven thought that surely, surely, after literally visiting the Duat and returning to tell the tale that he’d seen it all. There couldn’t be much of anything that was more terrifying than death itself, right? That was a lot of people’s number one fear.

That was before he’d woken up in the literal embodiment of Hell itself, with the knowledge that the past eight years of his life had been fake. All of that grief and indescribable guilt and pain from Layla’s death that ate at him every day was all a lie. Marc was separated from him, presumably Jake too. And while there was no telling where Jake had ended up, he at least knew that Marc had to be in Egypt. Or, no-- Egyptia.

This entire thing was absolutely Bonkers, with a capital B. But he knew better than to think that he was insane. The three of them had their issues, but all of this? This was beyond that. 

Yet there he was, standing in the throneroom of the Hellstrom siblings. The place was bloody terrifying, but Steven pressed forward anyways and just mentally repeated a mantra in his head in hopes that this would go well. When danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear.

And boy, was danger near. Daimon’s skull and spike covered throne was setting off every nerve in Steven’s body and telling him to run run runrunrunrunrun. But he had to go find Marc, and it felt like it would cause more trouble than it was worth to just up and leave when he was employed to be hunting monsters here. 

Clearing his throat, Steven stepped before the Baron and bowed his head respectfully. He was fully suited up as Mr. Knight, but he let the mask fade away to expose his face as he looked up at Daimon. He’d never shown his face to either of the Hellstrom’s before. Part of him hoped that maybe the eye contact would make this more of a personable conversation. It was like he was back in Donna’s office at the museum, hyping himself up to ask for a tour guide position and inevitably get told to piss off. 

“Hello... hi. I’ve come to discuss something with you, Baron Hellstrom.”

[wizardstrange]

@dormmu​​

The Isle of Agamotto was quiet, waves crashing against the beach and the edges of the cliff as Stephen stood and watched, trying to gather his thoughts. It reminded him of home, in a way. He never thought he’d miss the Hudson River of all things, but it definitely beat out the hellhole that Doom had crafted.

The sorcerer had a lot of work to do if he was going to have any chance at righting this. There were several people he’d need to start reaching out to for help. 

It was conflicting, still sharing the memories of the past eight years. The overtaking of the Darkforce Dimension, Doyle’s near execution, watching over Doyle and promising Clea that he’d keep the kid (and the rest of them for that matter) safe. The Faltine become practically like a son to Stephen over the course of all those years. And even if this was technically not the reality he once knew and loved, it sure as hell felt like it. 

As Sheriff, navigating Domains was easy. He knew by now how to be discreet about his travels, not visiting the Darkforce Domain more than any other domain so people didn’t suspect his relationship with Clea. But this visit was necessary, and a welcome one once he entered the school spotted Doyle alone at a table. 

“Doyle,” The doctor smiled faintly, not able to hide the rumination in his eyes as he tilted his head at the younger boy. “How have you been holding up?”

[elgaberino-mcoc]

Series: Characters Not Yet on the Wishlist Nor in a Tournament /sub-series: International Women’s Day/Women’s History Month /sub-series: Theme Day: Females Likely Too Obscure for Wishlist

Nightside

class: Cosmic powers: Darkforce member: Shi'ar Imperial Guard 

Dimensional Being, Obscure, Miss, Stun, Flying

>40 comics probably

Bios: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Nightside http://marvunapp.com/Appendix4/nightsideimpguard.htm