#fcrmersurgeon

[jamesbondtm]

   ❝ oh, i wouldn’t worry too much. ❞ he starts, glancing down at the blood seeping through his suit jacket.  ❝ this isn’t even the first time this week i’ve been stabbed. ❞

@fcrmersurgeon​  ♥’d for a thing

[agntross]

plotted  starter  with  @fcrmersurgeon​.

IT’D  BEEN  EASY  TO  PLAY  THE  SIREN.      days  spent  lapping  up  sun  on  jutting  rocks  in  the  ocean,    luring  unsuspecting  victims  in  with  coos  of  encouragement    :    how  the  hell  else  was  he  supposed  to  pass  his  time?    but,    the  latest  person  that  he’d  set  his  eyes  upon  had  been  all  but  ordinary    —    he’d  never  known  to  expect  a  sorcerer,    nor  one  who  would  become  so  infatuated  with  him  that  he’d  take  it  upon  himself  to  abduct  everett  from  his  world    &    take  him  to  another.    the  ocean  had  been  a  sprawling  mansion  compared  to  the  bathtub  that  he  was  currently  residing  in.    fuck.    for  all  that  stephen  strange  was  handsome,    this  was  the  last  place  that  everett  wished  to  be.      “  a  fucking  bathtub?    fuck  you.  ”      glistening  tail  smacking  its  displeasure  against  the  rim  of  the  bathtub,    a  moody  glare  is  leveled  at  the  man  above  him.      “  do  you  normally  kidnap  creatures  to  keep  them  as  pets,    or  am  i  just  lucky?  ”

[falconinthesky]

@fcrmersurgeon​ || Starter Call || MCU Verse

“Hey I need you to settle something for me..” He probably should have started with ‘Hi, how you’ve been? How is the magic stuff?’ but no he had a argument to settle, so much so that he definitely hunted the sorcerer down, not that he would admit to it.

“Sorcerers are just wizards without the pointy hats, right?”

[agntross]

of    all    the    things    he    expected    to    experience    when    he    woke    up    this    morning,            being    inspected    by    a    sentient    piece    of    fabric    was    certainly    not    one    of    them.        there’s    one    of    his    fellow    agents    buzzing    away    in    his    earpiece,        but    he’s    more    concerned    with    the    velvety    crimson    cloak    that’s    currently        [    …    ]        sniffing    around    his    ankles?        or,        at    least,        that’s    what    it    looks    like.            “        what    in    the    h        ————        ”            muttered    underneath    his    breath,        deep    blue    hues    shift    upward    as    its    master    comes    striding    toward    him.        a    scowl    is    quick    to    cross    his    features,        clipboard    clutched    tighter    in    his    grip.            “        hey,        strange        ————        can    you    tell    your    weird    cloak    to    stop    circling    me    like    a    sniffer    dog?        i’d    really    appreciate    it.        ”

𝙽𝙴𝚆  𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴  :  @fcrmersurgeon​.

[wcrthyofsuiit]

He’s met many people as his time as Spiderman, many heroes who’ve been icons to him for a while, sometimes almost all his life.  But he can’t help but be a little surprised that now magic has been thrown into the mix with the wizard as Mr. Stark has preferred to call him.  A pause before he moves towards the magician.  “ S-So are you like, a actual wizard? “

@fcrmersurgeon 🕷️ iw sc!

[fcrmerpilot]

"i am not your enemy"

wonder woman meme >> accepting

             Cold sweat made cotton damp and stick on overheated skin. This - all this - was              not supposed to be happen.  “Neither am I.” The gun which had been pulled and              aimed - in bare fragments of seconds as feet quickly turned on their heels - lowered,             abrasive fingers slightly loosened their grip. Strange had hit him by surprise. Stuck             in this hell-hole - a maze constructed out of dark corridors -, his body was on EDGE             of defending itself. “I thought you are one of these…things.” (Whatever they              were, he didn’t know.) Blue eyes swiftly scanned the other, searching for any              indication of wounds. “Are you okay?”

[fcrmerpilot]

        “Uhm...is it...?” Blue eyes stared in confusion at red (and admittedly soft            feeling) cloth. Curled around on one of his ankles. They just have greeted.            They just have met for what must be the third time. After Wakanda.            “Is it supposed to do that?”

          @fcrmersurgeon | s.c.  

[fcrmerpilot]

fcrmersurgeon said: Why must you torture us

          idk what you’re talking about??? o_O