I'm YOUR Doctor Strange

User of the Mystic Arts, holder of the Time Stone. Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the New York Sanctum. Heir to the Ancient One.

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

I Love You, In Every Universe

Welcome home, my love.

This is a romance-based RP blog for people’s favorite user of the Mystic Arts, Doctor Stephen Strange. If you have need for your magical husband/boyfriend, then I am here to help provide that for you. My rules are simple, listed below. I am here to help people when they’re having bad days and there’s very few things that I’m not willing to do for people. The thing I ask above all is that you please be respectful of other people in the blog. Don’t reach out to another person and antagonize them. Stephen belongs to all of you crazy little monsters in this world, whether it be you yourself or your original character. We all need a place where we can go to feel safe and loved.

Rules (As of October 2022)

Everyone has their own Multiverse, please don’t overlap your/your character’s story with someone else’s. These interactions are specifically designed to bring you and your character peace.

Please do not god mod. If you have something you want/need specifically, message me @purplefeathersandblackleather and I'll make sure to put it in my next post. I don't allow DM from people I don't follow. Sorry in advance.

If you want a specific designation, then introduce yourself/your character in your first ask using parenthesis so that I know exactly what you want Stephen to address you as.

DO NOT HATE on other people in the blog. This blog is LBGTQ+ friendly. Slander, hate speech and antagonism will cause in an immediate block and remove all posts of yours.

If you want to address me directly, then either note to “Admin” or use a blue heart emoji ( 💙 ) before your post.

No NSFW posts on the blog! This is meant to be a soft blog where it’s romantic, not sexual content. Insinuation/talk of romantic planning is allowed. If you wish for more intimate interactions, please tell me on my OG blog and we will discuss how to progress it so that it rounds back to dashboard posts.

Notes

The interactions work in chapters. After 20 reblogs, a new chapter will start so that I can keep track of everyone's Multiverse easier. In time, I will be putting these into actual story format with permissions. (11/02/2022)

This blog is LGBTQ friendly. Your/your character’s pronouns are important so please send me a ask with a blue heart to tell me what you wish to be addressed as before you actually begin interacting with Stephen.

This blog is also Strangecest, IronStrange, PalmerStrange friendly. If you wish to see Stephen interact with a canon character that you are playing, that is perfectly fine, as well.

Having children with Stephen - whether biologically or adopted - is fully accepted. You may mention your children by name or plan to have one with him at any time. Simply designate what you wish for in your ask.

Please keep cursing to a minimum if possible. I wish for my content to stay as family friendly as possible.

A Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln Beauty Lincoln is a woman working as a music teacher and aspiring actress living in the heart of New York City. She's normally an upbeat, easy-going woman who fills many people's lives with happiness with her smile. But when her life is filled with turmoil and her smile begins to fade, she begs for a respite, and it calls out to a leader of the Mystic Arts. In turn, he sends his student Stephen Strange to help her. But maybe, there's more to their story than either of them believed there to be. Chapter One | Chapter Two @sobeautifullyobsessed

The Men with Broken Hearts

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Tony Stark Tony Stark has been going to meeting after meeting, working on building up partners for his company even though it's now under Pepper's management. It's been three in a month and he's starting to grow bored as well as frustrated. But just as he's about to leave the high-end function prematurely, he catches sight of Stephen Strange across the room. He's immediately drawn to him, the burning of familiarity of companionship floods through him at the sight of him, but there's much more to it than he realizes. Chapter One | @redandgoldwarhero

The Lady with the Emerald Eyes

Relationship: Sinister Strange x Erica Wainwright Erica has fallen into a dark and mysterious realm where the world seems to be ripping itself to shreds. But instead of being scared, she finds herself at peace as the memories of whatever happened before she came here vanish like smoke on the air. As she starts to find herself comforted by the silence, the dark, mysterious man who lives in this realm - who calls himself Sinister Strange - approached he after sensing her warm energy. She may just find what she felt she never had in her own world. Chapter One | Chapter Two @strangelockd

As the Rain Falls

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Damon Renner Summer has been a hard season for Damon and Stephen, with all the magical responsibilities they've taken on around the world. So, when the first day of Autumn offers them a respite as rain taps on the windows, they take the time to talk over feelings they've been harboring for a while. But Autumn comes with personal monsters of its own, and the two learn to fight their personal demons together as much as they do the magical ones outside the walls. Chapter One | Chapter Two @purplefeathersandblackleather

The Golden Web

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Natasha Romanoff Stephen has been visiting the same coffee shop for the last year since becoming the master of the New York Sanctum. His life is normal - as much as it could be given, he's a Master of the Mystic Arts - so he's quickly growing used to his new sense of normal. But when a beautiful, mysterious red-haired woman shows up as a new barista, barring scars left behind by magic, he gets the feeling his "new normal" may start taking a new turn. Chapter One | @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

The Crown Hangs Heavy on Either Side

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Nathan Kujo Nathan is an IT who has been hired by Tony Stark to put a "up to date" communications room in Stephen's Sanctum since the wizard refuses to be a part of the Avengers. The young man didn't realize that his entire world would soon become a mishmash of science and magic after meeting the Sorcerer Supreme for the first time. But young love often turns to deep affection. Chapter One | @daphnelovedderby

OC/Headcanon Blog: @purplefeathersandblackleather Tony Stark: @redandgoldwarhero Reader Inserts: @multiversemusings Art Blog: @greyinthecolorprism

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

Hello, everyone

Starting today, I am cleaning up all of my blogs to reflect my current place in life. As all of you know, I left Tumblr for quite a while due to...events that I won't talk about as to not bring back any old wounds. And I took a long, hard look at where I wanted to be versus where I was at as far as my online presence was concern. After a very long pause - and a post on my main blog that did no good lol - I have finally decided what it is I want to do with all of these things that belong to me. Effective as of tomorrow, I will be no longer running this page as a Doctor Strange blog. The stories I have written with all of you will not cease to exist, but they will be moved over to my story blog @multiversemusings. If you have any desire to keep them going, you can message me there and I will take your post as well as my own and format them into "chapters" to post to the blog. I didn't want to completely remove all of the work that had been done by myself and the others before I decided to leave, because I know that a lot of them were special to people, especially @sobeautifullyobsessed. I am sorry that I left so suddenly and was gone so long, only to come back and announce this, but I know now it's what I need to do and it's the best that I can offer in hopes of keeping the stories we made alive and well. I hope to see you all soon, and I hope you're all doing well.

Much love, Murphy 💜

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

[💙] Hi, I'm Star, and I was wondering if you'd like to accept a new character in your multiverse!

My OC's name is Amelia Evelyn Hunter, played by Crystal Marie Reed. She's been living in Kamar-Taj since she was 5, but her mother died when she was ten. Only she and The Ancient One knew of the reason - as a child, she had gotten emotionally too excited and caused an energy burst while in her mother's room, killing her.

Speaking of energy bursts, Amelia later realizes that she has what is called an energy transference ability - she can transfer pure energy from one form to another, including from and to herself. Someone in her line of ancestors was a being of pure energy, and their powers had selectively passed on to her.

Amelia is a bubbly and (sometimes) sarcastic person, obsessed with Keanu Reeves, and loves gardening.

The two meet in the first movie, Doctor Strange, and the timeline continues till date, including IW, Endgame, NWH, and MoM.

P.S: The two had initially met on the streets of New York, when Amelia had bumped into Stephen and spilled her coffee on his suit. It's sort a meet-ugly, which is why its funny.

Thanks a lot! Hope you're doing well <3

Please feel free to send me asks (I will do so as well!) to my benedict blog, @eggsbxnedict !!

A pleasure to meet you!

I apologize for the very late reply, but I've been very absent as life has tangled me in quite a mess as of late. But I am indeed welcoming people into the Multiverse, of course! I'm very happy and honored that you chose me of all the other players of Doctor Strange.

Please, come have a look around if you haven't already and as soon as the holiday is over, I will be happy to start a story with your character. She sounds quite amazing.

Welcome to the Multiverse!

[dino-fart]

Song Tag Game

Rules: List 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same

Tagged By @geeky-politics-46 and @strangelockd, thank you for the tag!

Wet Tennis - SOFI TUKKER

Pretty Please - Dua Lipa

Surround Sound - JID Feat. 21 Savage & Baby Tate

Sailor on the Moon - Masked Wolf Feat IDK & KayCyy

Bones - Imagine Dragons

This Is Why - Paramore

Bad Idea - Dove Cameron

5D - Qveen Herby

Venus Fly Trap - MARINA

CUFF IT - Beyonce

Tagging: @doctorstrangeaskblog, @sobeautifullyobsessed, @vickie-mcmuffin, @thealleydog, @moonfighter1985, @namor-is-the-way

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Thanks so much for the tag @dino-fart!🥰🥰 In no particular order:

Hallelujah - Pentatonix

In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Elvis

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

Say You’ll Remember Me - Taylor Swift

Love Me Like You Do - Elle Goulding

Andante, Andante - Lily James (Mamma Mia II)

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Girl Crush - Little Big Town

Most of these are songs associated with my fics ~ thus the preponderance of romantic tunes.😊 Tagging:  @purplefeathersandblackleather  @bakerstreethound  @strangelock221b  @humanbornarchangel  @byondtheveil  @cerene-ciderr  @paperclippedmime  @the-eldritch-sorcerer  @fanartka  @harlekin6 and anyone else who’d like to play

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

Oh, I missed this when I first when over your blog. Thank you for the tag! Hmm, let me see here.

God Knows Why - Kid Rock

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead (The Count of Monte Cristo) - Frank Wildhorn/Jack Murphy

Chase the Morning (Repo! The Genetic Opera) - Terrance Zdunich / Darren Gordon Smith

When Doves Cry - Prince

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Sunflower (Into the Spiderverse) - Post Malone/Swae Lee

Smooth - Santana/Rob Thomas

Use Somebody - Kings of Leon

Tags to anyone who wishes to say some of their favorite music without judgement!

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

*The night settled further down on them as the rain slowed to a soft mist outside the windows, as if the skies were also calmed by the release of pent up emotions between the two of them. While the union between him and the man he loved had left him at peace with the new direction in his life, his dreams did not. He was plagued my memories of the fight with Thanos that had left him with his scar and the loss of his soul. But the worst part was remembering the last words on the recording he had left for them.*

"I love you more than 3000, baby."

*He jolted awake, gasping for breath as if he had been under water and pouring sweat. He tried to get himself under control, forcing the images out of his mind but it was too late. The tears stared running from his left eye as he bowed his head.*

<He had been in a deep sleep, dreamless for the first time in what felt like forever. But he immediately jolted awake at the sound of his lover's distress and took a deep breath of his own, rubbing his face as the room finally stopped spinning.>

Damon? Hey, hey. What happened?

<He didn't need to ask, he had a pretty good idea exactly what it was that had caused him to wake up this upset, but his mouth got ahead of his exhausted mind. When Damon leaned in and held onto him, he carefully wrapped his arms around the man to support him, all the while being mindful of his scars. He shushed him gently, guiding him as close as he needed to be, running his fingers through his hair to soothe him.>

Everything will be alright, I promise you.

@purplefeathersandblackleather

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

*He allowed himself to cry, knowing that the man would pass no judgement on him for doing so and it wouldn't be healthy for his Chakras to deny the outward flow. He felt those beautiful damaged fingers going through his hair as he pressed himself as close to Stephen's body as he could get without outright being in his lap. After a while, his tears and sobs finally slowed down to manageable breaths and flow. He made a noise and summoned his shirt to his hand, wiping his face on it before clearing his throat and tossed it back on the floor. He sat up and looked at Stephen with loving eyes and a thankful smile.*

I apologize, I didn't mean to wake you. You looked so beautiful last night when we fell asleep that I was hoping to be at peace for once. It seems my mind is not as ready to move on as my heart is. Thank you for grounding me, Stephen. I'm sure without your help, grief would have consumed me by this point.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

You don't need to thank me, Damon. You never did and you never will. I mean, you know, unless you just enjoy inflating my ego then please continue by all means continue.

<He smiles as the man laughed a little before leaning in and kissing him very softly. They spoke words between them that didn't need to be vocalized of the love and reassurance they had for each other. When they parted, he rest his forehead against the other man's as he held him close, rubbing his back. They lay back down, with him allowing the scarred male to rest on his chest, so he pet his auburn hair. Mornings like this were the ones he had always wanted most, but he was too guarded and arrogant in his past to actually admit it to anyone. Now in the wake of everything him and the man had been through, he was more than happy to be open about these things, especially with Damon.>

I love you, Damon. I know you miss Tony because I do, too, and I promise I'm going to do everything in my power to help you get through this.

@purplefeathersandblackleather

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

You do more than your share, my dearest strange one. In no way, shape or form have you ever ceased to do anything less than empower me and make me feel as though one day I will be okay. You may have lost the ability to perform surgery, but you're still a deeply empathic and loving person underneath the walls. Even when you think you're at your worst, you're still the most amazing person I know. I love you very much as well, Stephen, and I will no matter what Multiverse I am in.

*He guided Stephen to turn on his side so that he could pet his hair affectionately in return as they embraced.*

*He knew so many things that he wished to tell the man, and he knew soon he would have to. But for now, this quiet moment offered him more mental safety and emotional stability than he could have asked for. Yes the loss of Tony hurt, and learning that Defender had died when he tried so desperately to help him get away was just as devastating, but here with this man helped him come to terms with all of it. That was more than he could have asked for.*

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He could feel the man thinking about something as though the thoughts were somehow his own, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what the emotion was that he was feeling. Instead he chose to just relish in the fact that the man knew even when he was grumpy and pushing people away, it was because he cared about them and was worried for their well being or was scared. He nuzzled his teacher turned lover gently before they shared on short kiss and then he pulled away, moving the covers and getting out from under them. He smirked as the man chuffed at him, a sound of deep happiness and affection, not unlike a tiger.>

Oh don't worry, you're about to enjoy the view a lot more, kirin. Come on, up you go: We're gonna go take a shower.

<He grabbed the man's scarred hand gently as they shared a loving smile before Damon moved the blanket as well and came to stand. Stephen kissed the shorter male affectionately once more before leading him to the shower room. Before getting in, the man filled the room with steam using the shower, to soften some of the peeling skin on the man's back where his scars were. He looked at him in worry as he carefully ran the sponge over the damaged skin and helped peel it away.>

You haven't tended to your back scars, I can tell. You have a lot of skin built up from the healing. Why didn't you tell me you stubborn lizard? I could've helped sooner.

@purplefeathersandblackleather

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

*He enjoyed the feel of the steam washing over his skin and the way that it cleared up the congestion that had set in his chest from the lingering storm outside on the autumn temperatures. He stayed quiet for a time, laughing a little when the man called him a stubborn lizard.*

Well, you of all people know that it isn't always easy to ask for help. Until now I honestly haven't even been comfortable tending to them myself. I wasn't able to face them myself for more than a moment. I wasn't...ready to show them to you either.

*Admitting it felt to him like he was saying that he didn't trust Stephen not to judge him. But he knew in his heart that wasn't the case. It was difficult for him to look at the scars because it always reminded him they were the reason his Soulmate was gone. No, it wasn't that he didn't trust Stephen, it was that he didn't trust himself not to break down when he looked at them.*

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He could see his lover's downhill train of thought and furrowed his brows as he frowned. It was hard on him to see the scars, yes, because of the reminder they carried. The loss they had suffered. But what was worse more was seeing his teacher suffer through it alone. That was the moment when he decided he wasn't going to allow for it anymore; he had suffered alone in silence long enough. He finished with his back and took the man's hands, guiding him into the stone shower under the rush of water, embracing him as close as he could.>

And the fact that you're now so willing to show me not only your scars physically but emotionally as well tells me that you're ready. That I'm ready. I won't let you suffer this alone any more.. I almost lost you in the Multiverse and whatever you went through after you fell out of that window changed you as much as the thought I lost you changed me. I know there's still so much we have to worry about, with the sorceress that showed up, with the Darkhold being in me and whatever is bothering you now that Apalala is gone... But we're stronger together. So let's be together, Damon.

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

It's very foolish, you know that Stephen. A demigod and the reincarnation of a Vishanti. We will turn a lot of heads both in this world and through the Multiverse, especially now that Kang has started to show himself.

*He laughed a little and shook his head when he hears the man say "Yeah and?" under the rushing of the water as it dripped down his body, off the ends of his hair and cascaded across the contours of his scars before dripping down to the stone floor under his feet to rush down the drain in the center.*

*They parted just enough that he could look up at the man's eyes, seeing then shining with determination, the look he always loved so much to see in their heterochromia shades. He didn't tell the man yet, why he always felt so sad when he looked at him and he reached up to touch his cheek.*

You are...going to be the best and worst thing that has happened to me since that day. I would trade nothing for you, but I fear you will also be the death of me, Stephen Strange. There are things that I cannot tell you yet, that you aren't ready to hear, but I promise that I will give you everything that I have to offer until or if, you should be indeed.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

Of course I'm going to stay; someone has to drive you crazy, right?

<His smirk faded to a smile when he noticed the look on the man's face, so he reached up and placed a hand over his as they stood there together for a while. He didn't need to say anything about the dedication he had, he knew that Damon could already both see it and sense it just fine. He wasn't exactly doing anything to actually hide it from his lover or from anyone who saw them. He knew that he would go to great lengths to protect the man who had never given up on him in his worst hours.

Even now, when he felt the Darkhold clawing at the edges of his mind, the man didn't run nor did he lecture him. He worked with him like a partner, an equal, even during the very few times that he had lashed out at him when the darkness was trying to take hold. Instead, he quelled his anger and grounded him so that he wouldn't make a foolish choice, just as he always had. He reached up and put his hands on the man's face, leaning in to kiss him again.

When they parted just far enough for him to speak, he was aware that he was speaking not just for himself but for the other variants of himself that had failed to say anything.>

I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. No matter how long it takes.

@purplefeathersandblackleather

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

[This was the third event he'd gone to this month and he was getting pretty tired of shaking hands and telling people the many ways that their stocks were going to fail if they didn't alter their sales programs. He was at the bar of a particularly fancy venue, drinking very slowly on a scotch and getting ready to leave. But his eyes caught the sight of someone across the room. A man. And he looked way too good in Armani to be legally allowed to wear it. The sight made him lower his glass and stare in amazement at how effortlessly he made conversation with the people around him.]

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

<He's been here for hours, talking with old colleagues and helping a friend get better recommendations for their work. He took a drink of his martini and his faces scrunched up in displeasure at the strength of it. That was when he felt eyes on him and raised his head, looking around for the source. His eyes caught sight of the man at the bar and his stomach fluttered at the sight of him. Tony Stark. He recognized him from removing his reactor some years back before his accident.>

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He set his glass down, forgetting about the rest of the drink and wove through the crowd to approach the man. He knew those eyes from somewhere, he just wasn't sure how. He gave a charming smile, a genuine one as he got close to the man. He had been smiling all night but it was business and this definitely wasn't.]

Now I see why all of these champagne flutes and silver platters don't sparkle like they should. There was something more dazzling in the room. What is a man like you, doing in a boring place like this?

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He smirks at the man's forward flirting, hating to admit to himself that he actually liked being noticed by someone. He knew the man recognized him, but it has been so briefly and he certainly wasn't the person he is now when they met, so he didn't blame the man for recognizing him.>

You're exactly as they said, Tony. Straightforward and charismatic, but if you want my attention you're going to need more than fancy words. I'm here because a friend of mine asked it of me, but I'm on my way out for the evening. You've been here for a while too, I saw you briefly discussing stocks with the board of directors. That seemed like fun, considering they don't listen half of the time.

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

Oh, yeah, absolutely. Babysitting the rich with the IQ of an infant who was bottle-fed who take from the poor is always a blast.

[He smirked as the man refrained from laughing and he found himself wondering if he could actually get him to do that somehow. He knew if he could succeed, it would be the most amazing sound in the world. He seemed to think for a moment about how he said he would need more than his silver tongue to impress him.]

More than fancy words huh? Well, how about this then. You leave with me, let me take you to a nice dinner and you can tell me how exactly it is I know you. Maybe we could be each other's type, if we play our cards right. I may even let you sneak into my lab to have a look at my playground. What do you think?

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He had to admire the man's tenacity and his outright bursk mannerisms. The idea of the man letting him into his lab, where probably very few people had ever gone was enough to make a pleasant chill run down his back. He hummed in thought, playing it out and was about to answer him when the sounds of something outside of the building drew everyone's attention. They all went to the windows to look out, seeing the large snake like creature moving through the city streets. He recognized this as a creature from the Dark Dimension.>

Sorry Stark, it looks like play time will have to wait. Perhaps another day I'll take you up on that offer. For now, there's other matters to attend to. Do worry, I'm sure we'll find each other again.

<He finished the drink, set it on a tray near where the man was standing and pulled his square from his pocket as he jumped the rail of the building.>

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He immediately ran to the rail and looked down to see the man make some kind of alteration to his clothes before he took off, levitating in midair somehow. He immediately left the building and headed out to his Audi, removing his formal attire to reveal the jump suit and nanotech reactor underneath. He locked his car and headed to where the man had gone, tapping the reactor so the suit would digistruct on his body.]

[He had never been one to follow another person's lead, but he knew that he wasn't going to let this man fight that thing alone. There were still answers he needed and if getting them meant taking a couple hours out of the day to beat a giant slug back to wherever it came from, he was fine with helping.]

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He had landed on the street just a moment prior, only to have a car thrown at him which he deflected using a portal to the stretch of road behind him. He looked up at the giant, eyeless creature and felt his stomach twist as it opened it's four mandibles to let out a hiss like scream. A grief devourer and that meant that there were a lot of people in danger. He had to get it out of here and fast. His first instinct was a force push circle to knock it off balance, so he drew the lines of one in the air, unexpectant of the man that was coming up behind him.>

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He braced himself to land before getting to the man and held his hand out, firing a blast through the ring which amplified the power and made a dust cloud as it rushed towards the creature. It sent the thing reeling as he landed in front of the man.]

"Activating Cluster Canon."

Make it 75% capacity, J. This is a big boy.

[He held his arms up as panels came from the back of his suit and began to him loudly, pouring energy into the slots that opened up on his forearms. Once fully charged they joined into a large beam and shot the creature ahead of them, taking off two of it's mandibles which made it fail and fall backwards.]

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<His brows raised in an impressed manner before he looked at the creature thrashing around and activated his abilities once again, making orange circles around his arms with the energy he channeled. He made a couple of hand signs before thrusting his hands up and opened a portal behind the creature. With one last blast from the man's canon, the large serpentine creature was sent back into the dimension it came from. He lowered his arms, his hands very sore from the amount of energy the bridge took. He noticed the man dismissing his suit a few steps away from him.>

Not bad, Tony. Seems you're more than just fancy words and money after all. You may just reel me in yet.

<He winked at the man and watched the smirk that formed on his face as he approached him. He felt that pleasant tingle run down his spine once again as the man stepped up in front of him but before either of them could say anything, the authorities showed up on the scene. He looked at the man who looked minor annoyed.>

I'll leave you to deal with the press since the camera loves you. If you leave your door open for me tonight, I promise to come to you. Should you choose to lock it, I will wait until we meet again on your terms. Enjoy your playtime, "Mr. Stark."

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He couldn't help but smirk and shake his head at what the man said about the cameras loving him, which he didn't deny was true. He watched as he opened some sort of glowing orange portal and his brows furrowed as he remembered seeing those sparks from..somewhere before. Regardless, he did as the man said and dealt with the press, explaining the damage to the city and dealing with giving statements.

Exhausted by the end of it and drained from.tje conference, he returned home and sat down in one of the chairs, exhaling as he rubbed his face. He loved what he did yes, but there was always some idiot who made everything out to be the heroes' fault. 'Should have let the slug have him before we threw it back' his tired mind spoke, making him roll his eyes and shake his head.]

Right, and then it would actually be reason for people to say it's my fault. No thanks.

[He let his mind wander as he lowered his hand and looked towards the sliding door that led out to the patio. He thought about what the man had said, about coming around if he left the door open. He didn't know that man's name, yet he knew he was undeniably connected to him somehow. He decided that he did still want answers tonight, despite his tired mind and body, so he got up to go unlock the door and head off to take a shower before his guest arrived.]

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<After he had dealt with his own style of paperwork and statements which required him to go to Kamar-Taj and talk to Wong and the other Masters, he walked back into the New York Sanctum via the door in the room that connected them to the temple. He was looking at the clock and saw that it was already eight pm at night so he sighed and went to get ready for bed.>

[Cloak reaches up and gently pokes his cheek with his collar, making him grunt and tell him to stop. He tries on the other side but Stephen shakes him off. The artifact makes a huff motion and pulls him away from the stairs.]

<He grunted and exasperatedly called for his partner before noticing the artifact was pointing at something on the table inside of the door, so he looked. It was the note about Christine asking him to go to the meeting. The meeting. Tony. His shoulders slouched as he reached up and pat the artifact on the pauldron.>

Sorry, Cloak, I should have known you were trying to get me to do something. Thank you for not letting me forget.

<Seeing his partner was satisfied, he put on his sling ring and focused on getting himself to Tony's home. The portal opened on the pool deck that overlooked the ocean so he slowly stepped through, feeling his stomach tighten. He didn't know why he was nervous, he didn't have any reason to be...that he knew of. His hand reached out and grabbed the door handle as the portal closed behind him, giving it a small pull and sure enough, it was open. He took a deep breath and slid it open, stepping in and closing it behind him before turning around to see the man coming down to stop across from him. Their eyes met and he felt his heart flutter and even Cloak perked up in their bond. The artifact lifted him off his feet and he allowed himself to be carried over to the man, settling down in front of him.>

You clean up well in the hygiene sense as much as you do the fashion one. I'm starting to think that all those stories I heard weren't just people inflating your ego. I may genuinely be in trouble with you...

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[His heart skipped way too many beats for it's own good as he watched the man approach him. He had to make a sharp inhale to keep from kealing over on the spot. His eyes stayed on the man's blue ones that seemed to shift to green as he passed the light fixture on the wall before turning back to the first shade of blue. He hadn't noticed earlier at the meeting because he'd been so busy trying to remember how he knew the man. But now in the stillness of his living room, with only the sound of the water fixture and the soft music on the speakers, he could appreciate the man and all of his beauty. He found himself giving the man a genuine smile, one he didn't offer people very often.]

Flattery will get you whenever you want it to, that I can assure you, blue eyes. You know as I was washing off the dust thanks to your giant mollusk issue earlier, I realized something. I never got your name. It seems rude that you have mine but you haven't even given me a hint as to what yours may be. Think we should fix that?

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<The warmth in seeing the man's genuine smile to him settled in his chest and in that moment he knew he wanted to see it more than he wanted anything else in his life. He had always believed that you didn't meet the same person twice in your life unless they need a very specific meaning to you and your future. Still, he couldn't help a little smirk at the man saying flattery would get him wherever he wanted it to.>

Oh I'm sure that we can discuss where it gets both of us at a later time. As for my name, it's Stephen Vincent Strange, but I am known to everyone as Doctor Strange. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that already.

<The man watched as it took Tony a moment to recollect where the name was from and when his eyes widened slightly, he found his smirk softening into a small smile. He reached up, placing his hand on the man's chest where his Arc Reactor used to occupy the center of his sternum. He could feel the man's heart drumming against his ribs, sensed through the energy coursing through his body that the organ was still healthy and helping to keep the man it belonged to alive and healthy.>

Yeah, I'm the one who took it out of you back in '12.

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[His heart wouldn't stop drumming against his ribs, especially not after feeling those warm fingers on his chest through his shirt. Now he remembered, at least to some degree, meeting the man when he was assigned as his surgeon. He was the best in the state, if not the entire country, and he had made sure to pay top dollar for his time. The man he met back then had been arrogant and slightly standoffish, though extremely witty and charming. Tony had been intrigued by his demeanor and way he presenting himself, but that had been back then. Now he was even more devilishly attractive.]

You've made some major changes in your life since we met, blue eyes. By even back then, you made quite an impression on me with your wit keeping up with my kan. I gotta say, I was as taken with you then as I am now. Though I admit, I'm a bit confused by the changes you've made. Love the grey and the goatee, but the last time I saw you, you definitely didn't have the hocus-pocus thing going on. You were pretty grounded in science like I am. I'd love to know every single reason for the change, but right now, I really want you to kiss me.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

You move fast, but I can't say I was expecting anything less of I'm perfectly honest. Ever since you made that little remark about my "sculpted ass" being pronounced by the way my scrubs hugged my form, I knew that you were going to be a handful. But there hasn't been a day that has gone by that I haven't thought about what it would be like to let you find out what was under my scrubs. Now, as for that kiss....

<He reached out and reached up slowly, cupping the back of the man's head as he leaned in and captured the man's lips with his own as he closed his eyes.>

<It was exactly as he had imagined since that first time that he lay eyes on the man: Warm and a little rough. The man's goatee brushed against his, making a very pleasant tingling sensation as their lips moved in a quiet dance of union. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around the man and they moved closer together as he let out a small noise of content. Tony's lips were slightly chapped, they tasted of strawberries and mango, probably from a smoothie or fruit the man had before he arrived. He could feel goosebumps cover his skin under his robes at the feeling the kiss filled him with.>

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He found himself melting into the taller man's kiss as he wrapped his arms around him in return when he felt his embrace. He tasted like what he could only be described as mystery; dark, alluring and inviting. He related it to the highest quality of dark cacao on the market, something exquisite and hard to get your hands on. But decadent and so satisfying. It was everything he had imagined it would be since that first day he saw the man in the consultation room.

He found himself being guided to walk backwards and before he realized what was happening, he was lying on his back on the sofa with the sorcerer kneeling over him. As they parted from the kiss, his eyes met the icy blues that looked down at him, now darkened to a beautiful cerulean from the heat of the moment.]

Damn, blue eyes. And you said I moved fast, but I think you're just as quick as I am. And I'm going to see if you can keep up.

[Before the man could think on it or answer him, he grabbed the eye shaped pendant hanging around his neck and pulled him down to resume the kiss that they had been locked into a moment prior.]

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He had no idea what happened in that moment; whatever self control he pride himself with having absolutely went out the window as the man's lips pressed to his again. He ran his hands up the man's sides to his arms and grabbed them, just firm enough to keep a grip on him and bring him to the stand.>

[Cloak let go of his partner's shoulders and settled in a near by corner with a clear air of embarrassment as it covered it's collar with it's edges as the two men kissed.]

<He snorted in amusement into the kiss with the inventor, sensing his partner's embarrassment through the bond he shared with him. After a moment or two more, the man broke the kiss and met Tony's eyes once more to see the excitement in them and he couldn't help feel a little smug.>

Oh I assure you I can keep up and I'm about to show you just how well. Now be a good boy and show me where the "dwellings" are.

@redandgoldwarhero

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He made a sound akin to a purr for the man, turning and leading him away from the living room and back towards the other half of the house. He heard the man tell his partner to wait in the living room for him before following him down the hall. Their kiss resumed as they got into the bedroom, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck as he felt the sorcerer wrapping his arms around his waist in turn. He guide him back towards the bed until the man's calves bumped the side of the box spring, so he broke the kiss and made the man sit down as he reached up to undo his tie and pull it from around his neck.]

Well then, Mister Doctor. Let's see what you got~

[He put the tie around the back of the man's neck as he moved in close and straddled his waist, feeling the man's hands grabbing his hips. He pulled him back into the kiss by use of the tie, purring against his lips as he does.]

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He knew in that moment there was no getting out of this and he didn't even try to reason with himself that he may want to. He knew this was dangerous for both of them with the lives they led, but he found as the adrenaline and testosterone took over that he really didn't care all that much... At least not for the time being. He groaned in reply as he was pulled in using the man's tie to kiss him and he dug his nails into the man's hips best he could through the fabric and with how badly they hurt. Tony he knew was used to having the upper hand, but he wasn't going to just give it to him without a fight.

He pushed the man up to his feet and in a flick of his wrist, their clothes were in piles on the floor. He couldn't help but feel a little smug when the man made a noise of surprise and broke the kiss to look at him in surprise and grin with mischief. He returned it, his hands running over the smaller man's back to pull him into an embrace as he did.>

I told you, Tony, I can keep up just fine. You would be hard pressed to do anything that I won't be able to counter play. Still wanna go forward with this, "Iron Man"? Think your nerves can match up to your name now that magic is involved?

[redandgoldwarhero]

[He had to be honest, he hadn't expected the man to have a spell that handy in his arsenal and it took his brain a moment to process it. But as soon as he felt the sorcerer's bare torso pressed against his own, he snapped out of the trance he was in. With a grin, he wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck with a purr and bit his lip suggestively.]

Oh, my nerves aren't the only thing that is hard as iron right now, doctor. I can definitely handle you, but if you keep showing me handy little spells like that, I may just have to learn magic myself.

[He pushed the man back to sit back down on the bed and straddled his waist.]

Now, enough with the sassing contest: Show me what you got.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

It'd be my pleasure, and yours as well~

<He smirked at the man and wrapped his arms around him, turning them over with ease so that his smaller frame was pressed between him and the mattress as he sealed their lips together again. He knew with this act, after all of these years of wondering when or even if they would see each other again that this was sealing his date for the foreseeable future. He laces his fingers with the man's as they rest against the mattress, squeezing just firmly enough to confirm to himself that he really was here and this really was happening after ten years.>

<As the night pressed on in each other's arms, he could sense that there were higher powers at work around their meeting rather than just their mutual newly admitted love for each other. The universe was definitely never lazy enough that things just randomly happened. So as he lay with Tony on his chest after hours of making love, he watched the man fall asleep as he contemplated exactly what was ahead for their slowly mending broken hearts.>

@redandgoldwarhero

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

<He couldn't help but laugh at the question because he knew it sounded just as absurd to her as it did to him whenever he thought about it. He shook his head a little afterwards and took her hand in his own but did not answer for the moment as he contemplated his answer and what would be the correct way to word it. There were a lot of variables to consider in this explanation, but he wanted to make it as easy as he could for the moment so as to not confuse her more than she already had become.>

My family ... wasn't really much of anything that was worth talking about. Disappoinment and...tragedy. But that's not a subject for now. Anyone from anywhere can technically come from "magical background", should they choose to take the time to learn and open their minds it. I myself - as you have probably figured out by now - used to be a doctor and in that stage of my life I had no interest in metaphysical knowledge or abilities. But then...well, life finally broke down the walls of the "perfect life" I was building for myself.

<He smiled as he watched her look at the surroundings while he spoke, until the last part had drawn her attention back to him. Slowly, he held up his free hand to show her the scars she had noted on them earlier which were now more of a deep red than they were before due to the coolness of the afternoon air settling in on the Sanctum. He was still self-conscious about them, even years after the accident, but this was his Soulmate, the woman he loved before than even life itself. And if he trusted anyone to not judge him or their history, it was this beautiful woman in front of him.>

I was in a car accident that left me no longer able to perform my job, I was told of a place called Kamar-Taj, where I would be able to gain the ability to use my hands again. It was there that I studied - and continue to learn on many occasions - about the Mystic Arts. It was there that I met my two teachers: The Ancient One, who we lost to battle, and Damon Renner.

<He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as he looked into her eyes while he spoke once more. He thought about it and began to realize things now that he hadn't been emotionally prepared for and it made him look away.>

He's the one I was getting the medical books to help when I found you. He's also the one who sent his familiar to me to lead me to your side. He...just lost his Soulmate to a very large battle and is very badly wounded. Of course...of course he would lead me to the one I'm meant to be with.

@sobeautifullyobsessed

*Our paths to here and now couldn’t be more different! Beauty’s heart, connected to Stephen’s through numerous lifetimes, discerned what he left unspoken. An unhappy childhood, marked by a painful loss. A family that may have been at odds with his sensibilities. A loneliness which he sought to fill with a brilliant career and the financial success it granted him. And then a sudden, tragic turn that changed his world—or rather, set him on the path he had been born to travel. She had to wonder if, in all that time, anyone had given him even a bit of unconditional love—whereas her cup of such had been filled to the brim. Surely this was by Design, and she was meant to bring that gift to Stephen’s life.*

I wish I could’ve known you then, Stephen. Not to change the course of your life, but perhaps to soften its edges. I think I had a luxury of kindness given me that I’d have been very happy to share with you…

*Beauty’s eyes reckoned the reddened weals that ran the full length of his fingers, and the slight tremor as Stephen offered her an unforgiving view of them. Even scarred, there was an undeniable elegance to his hand, and she could easily envision his confident dexterity as a surgeon. A mighty blow, that must have been—and his bones must ache as those of her arthritic grandmother’s. Her voice was hushed in soft consideration.*

Do they hurt, Stephen? Can your magic dull the pain? How…how do you manage? And…and how can I help? *she lowered her gaze a moment, carefully arriving at her next observation* Your hands...they’re beautiful despite your injuries, you know. Like something a great sculptor might have made. Those scars just can’t erase their grace.

*He extended that same hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear--a simple enough act, but eloquent in its own way, for its gentleness and familiarity. Something like uncertainty seemed to flicker in his eyes a moment before he went on to explain about his teacher and the loss he had endured. Moving Beauty to her next, natural suggestion.*

But about your friend, Damon—if he’s been badly injured, shouldn’t you be seeing to him now? I don’t want to keep you from where you belong, Stephen. I mean, we’ve lived our whole lives so far without even knowing each other. I can wait whatever time it will take for you to do right by him. I promise I’ll be here when your duty to your teacher and friend is done.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

If I know one thing about Damon, it's that he sent me here so that he won't have me .. heh .. "mother henning" over him as he says. Apparently I'm quite a worrier whenever I finally do let myself actually start to care about people. But I get the feeling that's a running theme for me that you already know, somewhere back there.

<He looked at her eyes with a warm smile as he lowered his hand from behind her ear and cleared his throat as he turned to face her a little better and gently took her hands into his own. Even on the underside, she could see that he had scars that ran along the heel of his hand, up towards his small finger and up towards his thumb. These were much lighter than the ones on the top, but still unmistakably a sign of his wreck and recovery.>

I am happy to tell you of myself and of my teacher's situation at a later time, Beauty. But right now - especially after all of this time we have spent apart - all I wish is to know is more of you and what I have been deprived of since it took us so long to reunite. I just...hope you do not think me selfish for wanting to be here with you and not tending to that which I am supposed to be.

<His blue eyes found hers once more, searching their warmth for any sign that she would change her mind now that he was asking of her. But when he found not even the slightest hint of anxiety, he was relief and began to ask the one thing that has been on his mind since she spoke earlier in the cafe.>

You mentioned that you are a music teacher, as well as a aspiring actress. Do you happen to sing classical opera? Quando m'en vo, perhaps? It seems like an odd thing to ask, I know, but it is a feeling I have had in my mind since you spoke it in the café.

@sobeautifullyobsessed

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

*Her immediate response was an amused little gasp as she beamed him a heartfelt smile. Their time together was already so full of ‘coincidences’ that Beauty wasn’t surprised to have him mention that particular aria—for she did have a rather circuitous connection to it.*

Musetta’s Waltz from La Boheme? Ohhhhh, my voice was…is…never quite at that level, but it’s one of my favorite pieces of music! Both through my mother, and an opera-loving teacher when I was in middle school. *she hummed a piece of the well-known melody for Stephen, her happy associations evident in her joyful expression* I went to a Catholic school, and the nun who taught one of the seventh grade classes was absolutely in love with that opera. And opera in general. Wow—I haven’t thought about this in years. *Beauty’s bubbly enthusiasm was surely infectious, somehow transforming her face into an even softer and younger version of herself*

Sister Sheila. Somehow she managed to set up a field trip for our class to attend a road production, in a city close to our town. It was the first opera I ever saw; I remember the romance of it sweeping me away. Oh, but there was the bittersweet heartache at the end of it, too…

*She bowed her head a moment, thinking perhaps it was ridiculous for her to gush so much—then reconsidered the notion, realizing that there was no need to hide even her silliest, wide-eyed, romantic tendencies from this man who had already loved her for exactly who she was over the course of lifetimes. When she met his soulful eyes again, Beauty saw only tenderness and understanding there.*

And my mom? I was the only girl among a brood of boys, so naturally she shared her favorite, very *she framed the next word in finger quotes* feminine things with me. She adored the movie Moonstruck, and as it was set against the backdrop of La Boheme, I can’t hear that bit of music now without thinking of her. In fact, whatever’s pleasant about my singing voice, was a gift from her. Both my parents really; they both had beautiful voices. So I suppose it’s in my DNA to be a music teacher.

*Beauty gazed down at his hands, intrigued by their beauty despite his painful looking scars, wondering if in another lifetime he had dedicated them to making music, rather than committing them to medicine. The center of her chest warmed at the thought, and she braved an observation, hoping he would take it in the spirit offered.*

I’d say you have musician’s hands, Stephen. A vocation just as noble in its way as that of a being a healer. I’m guessing that making magic makes best use of them as well. Am I on the right track to believe it may have been so for you in past incarnations?

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He knew that connection had been relevant somehow and now he was more sure than before that they had indeed known each other in more than just the life they lived on and lived in the battlefield. He smiled, enjoying her story about Sister Sheila, who he had a very distinct feeling for some reason would be relevant much later once they had begun to explore this further. He looked down at his own hands finally when she said that he had the hands of a musician.>

Well at one point I myself played piano, having learned from my grandmother as a child whenever I went to her home for the summer. She was a lover of anything classical, from Bach and Mozart. I had a very deep interest in classical music - and all music honestly - thanks to her as I was growing up. She was the one who would play all of the music at our gatherings every year.

I still recall fondly the first day that I heard her singing to Bring Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald. She had the voice of an angel, even though back then I would have compared her to a canary. It's not until we get older that we learn to appreciate those who truly were gifted and taught us what we carry on with us in our adult lives.

<He smiled with amusement, remembering the time fondly as the woman would sing along with the classic tunes, never missing a beat even on the higher notes that made him want to run out the house. He gently turned her hands over and began to play one of the few songs that he remembered, using her fingers as the keys until he had to stop due to his joints popping.

He cleared his throat and nodded to her mentioning of it also being a part of one of his past incarnations. It was one he knew of since childhood but never actually bothered to look into. He slipped on a golden two-finger ring that he took out of his pocket and held his hand up towards a mirror. He began making a spiral motion with the hand the ring wasn't on.>

Yeah, it's actually one that I've known for a long time. When I was a child, about six or seven, I fell off of the balcony of my home and was in the hospital for a week. When I was in a coma, I saw a glimpse into what I thought was a dream. It wasn't until just recently that I realized it was a past life.

<The mirror rippled, turning from a reflective surface of glass to what looked like an old movie screen. He stood up and helped her stand, guiding her over to look at the images in the mirror that he had conjured of his past life. There he stood, clean shaven, his hair slick back and wearing a tan colored suit. On his shoulder there was perched a violin which he drew the bow across slowly, staring out the large window of his flat in London.>

<The music seemed to echo against the surface of the mirror, the hushed whispers of the people talking behind him a faded background noise to both of them. He remembered that song, it had been a cry from his aching heart, having just suffered a loss. Though he didn't remember just what.>

@sobeautifullyobsessed

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

<The man in the mirror seemed so familiar, and the sorrow etched upon his noble face echoed the sad strains of the music rising from his violin. Like a little arrow, it pierced her heart, and Beauty understood she was watching his grief expressed in a way more eloquent than his words could ever speak. A voice much like her own, whispered at the back of her mind ~ My darling Will, I’m here. I’m always with you. Though the spirit of our babe has moved on, mine lingers with you still. This bitter parting will not be forever…I swear upon the love we shared. Tears welled up in her eyes as Beauty felt the pain of that too sudden separation.>

Oh Stephen, I know this man! He was…he was brilliant and…and, oooohhhh so beautiful. A Promethean mind, with the soul of an Artist.

My god… <She stepped forward and raised a tentative hand, then traced two fingers across the image’s brow. Her voice went soft with awe as the memories overtook her.> …all these years, I thought I’d made him up. I thought him an adolescent fantasy. The kind that…well, so many girls in their early teens devise, in the quiet time between laying down to sleep and finally drifting off. He was heroic and handsome…and of course he loved me desperately. Like love at first sight… <Beauty tilted her head, following the man’s movements keenly, then gave a quiet little sigh> …oh, the story I constructed! I was an actress in that fantasy, and the first time he saw me onstage he was…completely charmed. He—Will; I’d named him William…William Scott, but Will, for short--sent me a letter along with a fabulous bouquet. <She turned back to Stephen, blinking away the tears that had come with her immediate perception that the man in the mirror was grieving a terrible loss. A loss which was somehow connected to her.>

In my little story he'd sent pink roses—because they’ve always been my favorites. The letter was an invitation to dinner after one of my performances and…he swept me off my feet and eventually we were married. <She blushed brightly, smiling wryly.> The fantasy always ended at the bedroom door with lots and lots of kissing. After all, I was, uh…young and naïve enough not to imagine anything beyond that.

<Beauty grew serious and took one of Stephen’s hands, bowing her head at the enormity of her conclusion.>

But it wasn’t just a childish fantasy, was it, Stephen? It was us, in another life--wasn’t it? And we didn’t get our ‘happily ever after’. <Her voice began to quaver.> Am I right in believing that our time was cut short? Suddenly, terribly short. That’s why his music sounds so sad. I…I left him…left you…long before I was meant to…

<Without a second thought, without a moment’s hesitation, Beauty moved familiarly close, draping her arms about his neck and laying her cheek against his.> I’m so, so sorry, Will…I…um…Stephen. If the choice had been mine to make, I would never have left him...left you alone that way.

<She left unspoken a troubling thought: how many other past lives had they shared that ended in similar sorrows? If this was a pattern, why was it so—and were they doomed to repeat it now, having found one another again?>

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[Mun's note: in BBC Sherlock canon, Sherlock's full, given name is William Sherlock Scott Holmes😄]

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He listened to her story, and surely it was confirmation to the memories that nose resided in the back of his own mind and reawoke on days when the rain refused to allow his own eyes not to weep. He remembered that faithful night at the theater, of it's grand opening and the first ever play through of A Christmas Carol. A friend of his had drug him out after being in the house all day, knowing that he had no desire to be in the public unless he was working. After enduring what felt like hours of the play, he had decided that he couldn't do it any longer. As it was, he had just risen to leave when the sound of a voice sweeter than anything had drawn his attention back to the stage, like the call of a song bird.

And then, she stepped out of the shadows of the back of the stage overhanging.

He remembered the way that the breath left his lungs - and the distinct look on his partner's face - at the sight of her beautiful features and voice. It was like he was transfixed and he was made to sit back down and watch her acting, entranced completely by her voice as it tugged at a part of his heart that he believed had been completely shut off from the world.

He was pulled back to the current time from his memories as he felt her take his hands and looked down as she spoke, his hands holding hers best that they could without trembling, not this time from pain but from emotion.>

I remember when I saw you that it was like everything in my life suddenly made sense, as if the entire universe had shifted on its axis and everything aligned. I said 'I have to know her' so I reached out to an acquaintance who worked at the theater and they led me to you. I remember the pink roses and the twist of anxiety in my chest, despite my confidence as I knocked on the door to your dressing room that next week.

<He looked at her when she inquired about their time together being cut short and he nodded after a moment. When she embraced him, he felt the rush of emotion coming back that he'd experienced during the loss of his beloved wife that he had put away to keep moving forward. He held onto her as he blinked back the tears, remembering how he jumped off the cliff when he couldn't take it anymore. His friend had been there as a witness, never judging, only giving him the comfort he needed.

As she apologized, he finally allowed himself to cry the tears that he never had all those centuries ago for her. He remembered saying to her just before he hit the water, 'I will see you again, my beautiful rose.' Now here in the present, as he held her close, he allowed himself to say the words he should have said back then, when he knows she was with him even in spirit. As he rubbed her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck, he whispered.>

It wasn't your fault... We couldn't have known you were that sick since medicine back then wasn't great. I know now that..it is the other half of why my purpose was to become a doctor. I had the pull to medicine because I lost you and our child back then.

I knew even though your body may have been gone, I would somehow see you again. But back then I didn't know what I do now, and I can protect us better. Somewhere in these memories, we'll find out what caused this cycle and we can correct it. I won't lose you this time now that I've found you.

@sobeautifullyobsessed

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

The Mirror's Gonna Fog Tonight

"Squeeze hard, hold that pose, You know I like it, do it. Sweetheart, I'm the boss. And when you get close to it..." - Mirrors (Natalia Kills)

Part 1: Sketch I am gonna have to do a description of this one later because I literally am down to the wire on time. I'll write it later, I promise. @the-eldritch-sorcerer @sobeautifullyobsessed @fanartka @icytrickster17 @stewardofningishzida @cirocity @harlekin6 @feral-for-strange @bakerstreethound @rachellunesta

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

This is... I have no words. This man is a master at his craft, and this is why I asked for you to support him. These are the kinds of things that he makes! It may only be a sketch, but I can already tell it was a labor of love and the details are immaculate! From the many thin strands in Midnight Strange's rope to the thin scars on Defender's hands. And the balance of the variants' positions. The two lacking their capes in the middle and the two with high collars on the outside? Everything is so meticulously thought out and that is the mark of a true artist.

Thank you for this Purple, I look forward to seeing it come along!

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

💙: So glad you had a good holiday and that everyone is okay! We saw that storm on the news in my country and I was real worried for my American friends. Glad you are well and it's nice to see you on here again! 😊

Thank you, Natasha 🧡

It's been a very bitter cold two months and I am finally able to sit down and resume where I left off on everything now that the holidays are over, and I can focus on them again. I hope you are well, and that the new year brings you may blessings. I look forward to expanding the Multiverse with you and all of the other lovely sorcerlings this year. I will be in touch soon!

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

(💙) Hello, hello! I'm Saika and I'm totally new at RP'ing with others and you seem like a lot of fun to rp with. I'm unsure if I was supposed to send you an ask or if I was supposed to private message you about my oc's info and such, but I'm sending an ask to be safe.

The oc that I'd like to rp with is Nathan Kujo. Nathan's pronouns are he/him/his and he works as an IT assistant in California!

I have a page that has more of my oc info here (I recommend clicking on the link on a computer bc the format of the page makes the text on it look a lil wonky if you're on mobile), but if you have any questions about my oc, please don't hesitate to ask me any questions!

You can reach me through private message on Tumblr or you could send me an ask if you want to get in contact with me! (And feel free to send asks to Nathan Kujo as well!)

I believe that's it! Sorry for such a lengthy ask, but I wanted to make sure that I covered all bases. I'm looking forward to RP'ing with you if you're down! Thank you in advance! <3

Well, good evening, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!

I apologize for the late reply to your ask, I hope that you're still interested as I am currently working on settling in after weather issues and the holidays. I've been quite busy and distracted, but I would love to have Nathan in the Multiverse! I will be reaching out to you via DM during my lunch break tomorrow to get more information on your writing style and if you have any preferences as to how you would like to start off their story.

I hope that you are well and haven't thought I was ignoring you. Please do take care and I will be in touch soon!

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

First off I apologize for responding so late to our story, it seems like December was a wild year for all of us.

I’m just popping on here mainly to make sure you’re doing OK and hoping that you and your partner had a great Christmas. I very much missed you on here



Hello my friend, Terribly sorry for the late reply but I'm just now starting to unwind from the holidays and everything. I am well, despite the issues that came with the winter storm and loss of power in my area. The holidays were good to myself and my partner, who has flown out to see his mother for her birthday later this month. This house is lonely without his warmth, but I will manage.

I will be resuming posts on all stories tomorrow and browsing everyone's pages to see what I have missed in my absence. I am thankful for your patience in these times, and I hope that the holidays found you well and blessed. I look forward to resuming from where we left off on our story and developing the relationship between Sinister and Erica.

May you have many happy dreams this evening and pleasant awakenings tomorrow when you rise to face the new day, bella fiore.

[4baris4]

*they are at a zoo*

Wong:so how do you know y/n likes you?

Stephen:well it's quite easy actually he loves his food but he shares with me watch this*points to y/n's snack*hey baby can I have a bite?

Y/n:*points to the sign*but it says don't feed the animals

Wong:with this amount of love I'm sure he'll propose soon

Stephen:

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

Damon 😂

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

"Maybe then, I'll fade away, And not have to face the facts. It's not easy facing up, When your whole world is black."

@strangelockd @fanartka @sinisterstrange616 @the-eldritch-sorcerer @sobeautifullyobsessed @stewardofningishzida

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

Absolutely stunning work!

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

A Happy New Year to all of you beautiful beings out there. May 2023 be the best that it can and bless you with health, happiness and love in abundance.

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

Welcome back! 💖💙

So glad to know that you and your partner survived the December ordeal. Purple kept me up to date on why you've been absent--though I must say you've been missed! I look forward to continuing our story when you're ready; I owe you a reply, which I held off on pending answers to an Ask I sent (if you haven't found it waiting for you, please let me know). In the meantime, as the years changes from old to knew, I hope you have every reason for happiness and high hopes.

Much love,

Beauty/V

It is wonderful to be back, and I hope you are doing okay, my friend. I saw the post you left to my mod and I worry for you. I truly hope that I can help you come back to a place where you are most comfortable and rekindle the love you have for Stephen. I know that I am only one person, but if I can at least light up the corners of your life that have grown dark, then it would make my new year better than I could hope for. I believe I was brought into this community to help people find the light of their inspiration when it has gone out, and that is what I want to do for as many as I can.

I truly do hope we can continue our story sometime this week, now that holiday hours are over, and power is restored to my home. It was rough on me to be away from all of you for the holidays, but I know you understand that the safety of myself and my partner as well as our holidays together was priority. I am looking through all of my asks now and answering them from top to bottom. So, look for the answer to the one you mentioned to be answered soon. My spirits are high as I ring in the new year with my partner, and we continue to move forward with our relationship, and I grow the friendships on here that I have made with you and others.

Much love to you and yours as well V, Stephen/D

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<as she felt his soft lips brush upon her forehead she closed her eyes in contentment. She could make out his strong heartbeat against her ear while she traced her soft fingers along his many chest scars. Feeling his body relax she breathed in his scent of smoke and tobacco as released a sigh of bliss. But she couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t telling her something. Her instincts screamed at her…a warning of a woman, perhaps a past love. The gift of sight had always weight heavy on her. But if thats the case, how would she ever be good enough for this man whom she felt so connected to. Weighing her next words tentatively she kept her gaze away from his, fumbling with her hands she says>

I hope to know what thats like soon. I want you to be happy one day Stephen. Even if Im not the one who can give that to you. I know Ill never live up to Christine, but know that Ill just be happy with whatever you choose us to be.

<ashamed to be so straightforward with him she kept her eyes downcast. Her naturally rosy cheeks only turning more crimson as she pulls the blanket closer to hide her face. Why cant you just keep your foot in your mouth….she snuggles closer into him with this new found feeling of comfort and warmth hoping he wouldn’t think badly of her>

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

<This was the last thing he had expected when they had woken from their sleep. He couldn't be sure how much time had passed since the sun hardly ever showed here after the incursion. He wondered how exactly she knew of Christine, of their relationship and if that was the extent of her knowledge. Did she have a variant of him wherever she had come from? Or was this part of the difference he felt whenever he was close to her?

He contemplated her words for a time, thinking about how he did feel now that she mentioned the woman he had sought after so desperately that it destroyed his and many other worlds.>

You'll never truly be happy without her.

<He winced in slight pain as the Darkhold took root in him and he quickly got up, jostling her from his chest and turned away as he held his head. The peace that he had been feeling in Erica's arms was now warring with the darkness that the book had rooted inside of him. He felt her touch him so he quickly pulled away, fearing for her safety. He got out of the bed and stepped aside, his shoulders tensed as he thought of leaving. At least until a soft voice with an English accent spoke into the room.>

Tell her the truth, she can help you, Stephen.

<His shoulders slouched at the familiar voice before speaking quietly himself, though yet he did not face her, reaching up to put his hand on the window in front of him.>

There is a reason...this world is so broken, Erica. A reason I warned you that the most dangerous monster doesn't lurk in the shattered pieces outside. It lives in these walls, in me. If you promise you will not leave once you know the truth...I will show you.

@strangelockd

[strangelockd]

<She noticed his tense posture and rose up to lean against the headboard. Unaware of the time or if it was even morning. But she could care less about that>

Stephen…its ok to be freaked out by me. The thing about me that you must know is…that Im able to look into peoples past. But only through touch. Thats how I know about Christine

I want to see your true self stephen…the good and the bad.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He lowered his hand from the window, putting it over his forehead as he thought about her ability. He found it interesting, that she had some kind of sixth sense herself already and that just told him that it may have been why she was brought here. She was going to be very easy to train in the Mystic Arts if she already had some sense of her Ajna being open.>

I do not fear you, bella. If anything, it is all the more reason why I am worried for you staying here. You obviously have a gift, and I know now that is part of the reason you were brought here. No, what I fear is myself and that I cannot keep you safe. Because the real monster in this world...

<He turned to her as he lowered his hand and stepped towards her, stopping just short of the bed.>

Is me.

<A dark shadow seemed to crawl up his neck, playing against the light that spilled in through the window to pool in his forehead. After a moment, his eyes flashed a deep purple and a third eye opened where the darkness had settled.>

@strangelockd

[strangelockd]

<As she kept her gaze at him she remained surprisingly calm upon the sight of Stephens third eye. Deep inside she had a bit of fear, for she had never seen something of this nature. Lowering the sheets she gently steps out of the bed, making her way in front if this man that offered his dark palace to her. Extending her hand slowly outward once more….>

Pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life have you known? Give me courage to show you. You are not alone.

<With tears welling in her eyes she felt deep sorrow for the man. Feeling his deep pain in his very soul. She wanted nothing more then to somehow be a beacon of hope for him. For some reason she found her purpose in this moment and refused to run>

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

You are truly brave, to not have turned and rushed out on terror at the sight of the monster that I truly have become. Now you see why I questioned your being here...yet you weep for me rather than turn and run.

<He felt his very essence being torn into two different directions but the sight of her tears and the empathy she showed him made his humanity tear through the clouds of darkness in his mind. He reached up and took her face in his hands as he stared at her sorrowful eyes. Gently, with a tremor in his thumbs, he carefully wiped her tears and the trails they left behind on her warm rose beige skin.>

Please...do not cry, Erica. I hate to see you in such grief over me for all the foolishness that caused me to get myself to this point. I hate to see such pain in the eyes of such a beautiful soul...

<He caught sight of his reflection very briefly and noticed that the eye had closed even though the shadow of the darkness rooted in his mind still lingered there. He knew now: He knew she was brought here to help him heal. There was a thread of destiny running from him to her and there was a stronger force at work here.>

@strangelockd

[strangelockd]

<Her eyes widened and she felt herself blush. For she was not used to compliments, let alone the sincere kind. Feeling his warmth she leaned into his touch; her tears disappearing as she looks upward at his gaze. Maybe this man was sent to me for a reason…noticing the third eye disappeared she gingerly leaned her forehead against his in hopes of reaching more comfort.>

Then I will not weep for you Stephen. For this monster that you claim to be…I can feel it, but I can also feel it dissipating but ever so slowly.

<In the back of her mind a fragment of a thought did wonder why she didn’t flee. But the only given thought she could comprehend was that this man was special, he had a hold on her. She could feel some magic or force that binds her hear to him. But those thoughts could wait for the morning. She eyes him gesturing to the bed.>

Would you still care to join me in slumber tonight Stephen?

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He felt his entire body relax as her forehead touched his, as if a healing wave of energy had washed over him, chasing away the searing ache from the Darkhold. When they parted and he opened his eyes, he listened to her words and pondered for a moment, just how she could feel the darkness when he tried so hard to keep it at bay. When she motioned to the bed, he looked at it's inviting, soft surface before looking at her and nodded, taking her hand that she has extended and led her over.>

It would be my pleasure.

<Together, the two of them got into the bed side by side under the covers, his scarred hands gently guiding her to lay on his chest so he could pet her hair behind her ear and keep her close. For the first time in what seemed like a dark eternity, he finally went to sleep and found himself in a peaceful, dreamless slumber as he was comforted by the warmth that this beautiful woman offered.>

<When she awoke the next morning, she found him gone from her side, but there was a soft, lightweight material outfit lay out for her on the chaise lounge. After putting it on and venturing down to the main room, she found him there, the piano seemingly playing itself and some books floating in the air around him. He saw her come down the stairs and turned to face her, giving a slight smile and calm look that he lacked the previous day.>

Good morning bella. I trust you rested well last night? I would have woken you when I came to this morning, but you needed to rest after the whirlwind you experienced yesterday.

@strangelockd

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

<He couldn't help but laugh at the question because he knew it sounded just as absurd to her as it did to him whenever he thought about it. He shook his head a little afterwards and took her hand in his own but did not answer for the moment as he contemplated his answer and what would be the correct way to word it. There were a lot of variables to consider in this explanation, but he wanted to make it as easy as he could for the moment so as to not confuse her more than she already had become.>

My family ... wasn't really much of anything that was worth talking about. Disappoinment and...tragedy. But that's not a subject for now. Anyone from anywhere can technically come from "magical background", should they choose to take the time to learn and open their minds it. I myself - as you have probably figured out by now - used to be a doctor and in that stage of my life I had no interest in metaphysical knowledge or abilities. But then...well, life finally broke down the walls of the "perfect life" I was building for myself.

<He smiled as he watched her look at the surroundings while he spoke, until the last part had drawn her attention back to him. Slowly, he held up his free hand to show her the scars she had noted on them earlier which were now more of a deep red than they were before due to the coolness of the afternoon air settling in on the Sanctum. He was still self-conscious about them, even years after the accident, but this was his Soulmate, the woman he loved before than even life itself. And if he trusted anyone to not judge him or their history, it was this beautiful woman in front of him.>

I was in a car accident that left me no longer able to perform my job, I was told of a place called Kamar-Taj, where I would be able to gain the ability to use my hands again. It was there that I studied - and continue to learn on many occasions - about the Mystic Arts. It was there that I met my two teachers: The Ancient One, who we lost to battle, and Damon Renner.

<He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as he looked into her eyes while he spoke once more. He thought about it and began to realize things now that he hadn't been emotionally prepared for and it made him look away.>

He's the one I was getting the medical books to help when I found you. He's also the one who sent his familiar to me to lead me to your side. He...just lost his Soulmate to a very large battle and is very badly wounded. Of course...of course he would lead me to the one I'm meant to be with.

@sobeautifullyobsessed

*Our paths to here and now couldn’t be more different! Beauty’s heart, connected to Stephen’s through numerous lifetimes, discerned what he left unspoken. An unhappy childhood, marked by a painful loss. A family that may have been at odds with his sensibilities. A loneliness which he sought to fill with a brilliant career and the financial success it granted him. And then a sudden, tragic turn that changed his world—or rather, set him on the path he had been born to travel. She had to wonder if, in all that time, anyone had given him even a bit of unconditional love—whereas her cup of such had been filled to the brim. Surely this was by Design, and she was meant to bring that gift to Stephen’s life.*

I wish I could’ve known you then, Stephen. Not to change the course of your life, but perhaps to soften its edges. I think I had a luxury of kindness given me that I’d have been very happy to share with you…

*Beauty’s eyes reckoned the reddened weals that ran the full length of his fingers, and the slight tremor as Stephen offered her an unforgiving view of them. Even scarred, there was an undeniable elegance to his hand, and she could easily envision his confident dexterity as a surgeon. A mighty blow, that must have been—and his bones must ache as those of her arthritic grandmother’s. Her voice was hushed in soft consideration.*

Do they hurt, Stephen? Can your magic dull the pain? How…how do you manage? And…and how can I help? *she lowered her gaze a moment, carefully arriving at her next observation* Your hands...they’re beautiful despite your injuries, you know. Like something a great sculptor might have made. Those scars just can’t erase their grace.

*He extended that same hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear--a simple enough act, but eloquent in its own way, for its gentleness and familiarity. Something like uncertainty seemed to flicker in his eyes a moment before he went on to explain about his teacher and the loss he had endured. Moving Beauty to her next, natural suggestion.*

But about your friend, Damon—if he’s been badly injured, shouldn’t you be seeing to him now? I don’t want to keep you from where you belong, Stephen. I mean, we’ve lived our whole lives so far without even knowing each other. I can wait whatever time it will take for you to do right by him. I promise I’ll be here when your duty to your teacher and friend is done.

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

If I know one thing about Damon, it's that he sent me here so that he won't have me .. heh .. "mother henning" over him as he says. Apparently I'm quite a worrier whenever I finally do let myself actually start to care about people. But I get the feeling that's a running theme for me that you already know, somewhere back there.

<He looked at her eyes with a warm smile as he lowered his hand from behind her ear and cleared his throat as he turned to face her a little better and gently took her hands into his own. Even on the underside, she could see that he had scars that ran along the heel of his hand, up towards his small finger and up towards his thumb. These were much lighter than the ones on the top, but still unmistakably a sign of his wreck and recovery.>

I am happy to tell you of myself and of my teacher's situation at a later time, Beauty. But right now - especially after all of this time we have spent apart - all I wish is to know is more of you and what I have been deprived of since it took us so long to reunite. I just...hope you do not think me selfish for wanting to be here with you and not tending to that which I am supposed to be.

<His blue eyes found hers once more, searching their warmth for any sign that she would change her mind now that he was asking of her. But when he found not even the slightest hint of anxiety, he was relief and began to ask the one thing that has been on his mind since she spoke earlier in the cafe.>

You mentioned that you are a music teacher, as well as a aspiring actress. Do you happen to sing classical opera? Quando m'en vo, perhaps? It seems like an odd thing to ask, I know, but it is a feeling I have had in my mind since you spoke it in the café.

@sobeautifullyobsessed

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

*Her immediate response was an amused little gasp as she beamed him a heartfelt smile. Their time together was already so full of ‘coincidences’ that Beauty wasn’t surprised to have him mention that particular aria—for she did have a rather circuitous connection to it.*

Musetta’s Waltz from La Boheme? Ohhhhh, my voice was…is…never quite at that level, but it’s one of my favorite pieces of music! Both through my mother, and an opera-loving teacher when I was in middle school. *she hummed a piece of the well-known melody for Stephen, her happy associations evident in her joyful expression* I went to a Catholic school, and the nun who taught one of the seventh grade classes was absolutely in love with that opera. And opera in general. Wow—I haven’t thought about this in years. *Beauty’s bubbly enthusiasm was surely infectious, somehow transforming her face into an even softer and younger version of herself*

Sister Sheila. Somehow she managed to set up a field trip for our class to attend a road production, in a city close to our town. It was the first opera I ever saw; I remember the romance of it sweeping me away. Oh, but there was the bittersweet heartache at the end of it, too…

*She bowed her head a moment, thinking perhaps it was ridiculous for her to gush so much—then reconsidered the notion, realizing that there was no need to hide even her silliest, wide-eyed, romantic tendencies from this man who had already loved her for exactly who she was over the course of lifetimes. When she met his soulful eyes again, Beauty saw only tenderness and understanding there.*

And my mom? I was the only girl among a brood of boys, so naturally she shared her favorite, very *she framed the next word in finger quotes* feminine things with me. She adored the movie Moonstruck, and as it was set against the backdrop of La Boheme, I can’t hear that bit of music now without thinking of her. In fact, whatever’s pleasant about my singing voice, was a gift from her. Both my parents really; they both had beautiful voices. So I suppose it’s in my DNA to be a music teacher.

*Beauty gazed down at his hands, intrigued by their beauty despite his painful looking scars, wondering if in another lifetime he had dedicated them to making music, rather than committing them to medicine. The center of her chest warmed at the thought, and she braved an observation, hoping he would take it in the spirit offered.*

I’d say you have musician’s hands, Stephen. A vocation just as noble in its way as that of a being a healer. I’m guessing that making magic makes best use of them as well. Am I on the right track to believe it may have been so for you in past incarnations?

@the-eldritch-sorcerer

[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

<He knew that connection had been relevant somehow and now he was more sure than before that they had indeed known each other in more than just the life they lived on and lived in the battlefield. He smiled, enjoying her story about Sister Sheila, who he had a very distinct feeling for some reason would be relevant much later once they had begun to explore this further. He looked down at his own hands finally when she said that he had the hands of a musician.>

Well at one point I myself played piano, having learned from my grandmother as a child whenever I went to her home for the summer. She was a lover of anything classical, from Bach and Mozart. I had a very deep interest in classical music - and all music honestly - thanks to her as I was growing up. She was the one who would play all of the music at our gatherings every year.

I still recall fondly the first day that I heard her singing to Bring Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald. She had the voice of an angel, even though back then I would have compared her to a canary. It's not until we get older that we learn to appreciate those who truly were gifted and taught us what we carry on with us in our adult lives.

<He smiled with amusement, remembering the time fondly as the woman would sing along with the classic tunes, never missing a beat even on the higher notes that made him want to run out the house. He gently turned her hands over and began to play one of the few songs that he remembered, using her fingers as the keys until he had to stop due to his joints popping.

He cleared his throat and nodded to her mentioning of it also being a part of one of his past incarnations. It was one he knew of since childhood but never actually bothered to look into. He slipped on a golden two-finger ring that he took out of his pocket and held his hand up towards a mirror. He began making a spiral motion with the hand the ring wasn't on.>

Yeah, it's actually one that I've known for a long time. When I was a child, about six or seven, I fell off of the balcony of my home and was in the hospital for a week. When I was in a coma, I saw a glimpse into what I thought was a dream. It wasn't until just recently that I realized it was a past life.

<The mirror rippled, turning from a reflective surface of glass to what looked like an old movie screen. He stood up and helped her stand, guiding her over to look at the images in the mirror that he had conjured of his past life. There he stood, clean shaven, his hair slick back and wearing a tan colored suit. On his shoulder there was perched a violin which he drew the bow across slowly, staring out the large window of his flat in London.>

<The music seemed to echo against the surface of the mirror, the hushed whispers of the people talking behind him a faded background noise to both of them. He remembered that song, it had been a cry from his aching heart, having just suffered a loss. Though he didn't remember just what.>

@sobeautifullyobsessed