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AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015) / SHE-HULK: ATTORNEY AT LAW (2022)

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"Inside Doctor Stranges lobby. There was a portal issue, hence the snow."

"Inside Doctor Stranges bedroom. Peter talks to a sick Strange as Stranges cloak sits as guard at the foot of the bed. Struck from the final film."

New concept art of Doctor Strange's Sanctum Santorum from "Spider-man: No way home", posted by Sean Hargreaves.

#doctor strange concept art #concept art #stephen strange #spider man nwh #peter parker

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mb: Wong & Stephen Strange

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Something is Missing

Stephen Strange x OC

Spoilers for: Spiderman No Way Home

Warnings: A little angsty, and it's just a little blurb!

The OC is a Shield Operative and Part-time student at Kamar-Taj.

It starts with a whiz. 

Followed by a crack, 

Then a pop. 

Greer Fraiser is following the noise like a hound hunting a scent.   Nervous energy crackles at her fingertips as she crosses the threshold of the Sanctum’s main sitting room. The lights were dimmed and the space was otherwise quiet, making the light from the portal seem devastatingly bright.  

“Stephen-” Her voice is quivering with anticipation. “Are you alright? That fight was all over the news… and those lights.” 

She is referring to the fight on the statue of liberty. Most of the news footage was blurry, taken with shaking phone cameras, but Greer had seen enough to know it wasn’t pretty. Spider-man had been wrapped up in a fight against multiple super-villains from across the multiverse.  “You’ve been gone for over twelve hours, you realize that? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” 

“I dropped it in the Grand Canyon.” It was the first thing he could get out, and as he brushed past her to sink into an armchair, he failed to look her in the eye.  

“What were you doing in Arizona?” 

“Dangling. That kid is good with geometry.”  Greer scarcely got to hear a break in his voice, a particularly pained rasp.  She’s at his side in an instant, crouching in front of his seat with a hand resting atop his knee. 

“Stephen, what’s wrong? 

The sorcerer is turning his head, attempting to keep his watering gaze away from hers. His hands are bawling into fists upon his lap, and he nearly winces away when she extends her reach to brush her fingertips along his scarred knuckles. 

“Steph,” she tries again, “you can talk to me. Was it the battle? Those lights and that spell.  Was it too much?” Greer was certain he’d exerted past his limitations. Without the energy to pool magic into his ailing body, his nerve pain was likely reaching new heights. 

“Let me get you some warm compresses and some medicine.”  She’s unable to rise as Stephen finally engages with her.  His shaking hand bolts out to clasp against her shoulder, bringing her in to lean against his legs.  She responds in kind by resting her chin atop his thighs, staring up at him with concerned blue eyes. 

“Those were tears in the multiverse.” He explains, at last, taking his hand back to teem it through her white hair instead. “I managed to get there before they opened in full, but how I managed to put them together… It’s all hazy.” 

“You were likely full of adrenaline and the entire thing was sure to be a blur… Maybe your memory will come back in a few days?”  Neither of them had a way of knowing that his spell put a gap in their memories. Even as days passed, Stephen would continue to feel something missing. 

“Maybe, but it’s more than that. I feel…” 

“Feel what?” 

“Sad.” 

There’s a pause shared between them, as the first of many tears begin to streak down his cheek. Greer reaches up to stop them, brushing them away with the pads of her thumb. “That’s okay, I’ve got you.” She didn’t know what else to say, seeing him cry was as rare as him showing pain. “I’ve got you, Stephen.” 

She rises to her feet now, stepping around his chair to wrap an arm around his shoulders.  He leans into her touch- a show of vulnerability that became him- and hides his weeping face against her chest.  They stay like that a long time, his miserable sobs mixing with her soothing encouragements.  Something was missing, they both knew, something that served to break a sorcerer’s heart. 

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A Gambling Man

Kraglin Obfonteri x OC

An old fic for a good friend.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and gambling.

The OC is part of a crew of Ravagers that Kraglin now runs.

Post infinity war.

It wasn’t often that Kraglin’s Ravager Crew, the Obfonteri Clan, could put their feet up without having to look over their shoulders for enemies. They’d crossed a lot of people during the blip, the five year period where half of the universe had all but disappeared. With less competition, it made working easy, and the ravagers reckless. Some of their past actions had come back to haunt them lately, so when they would come to land on a particular backwater planet in the middle of nowhere, they’d all be relieved.

They owed the particular broker of the local pub his life, which earned them a safe place to crash and an open bar tab whenever they needed it. At the moment, it was late in the night, and the light from this planet’s two moons was shining into the pub from an open window. While most of the regular patrons had left hours ago, Kraglin and the majority of his crew were sitting around a circular table. It was caked with half-empty plates and a surplus of empty bourbon glasses, but that didn’t stop Kraglin from shuffling the deck of cards in his hands. “Now this is a little game I learned from some pickpocket a few years ago-” he spoke with a toothpick between his teeth- “he was a greasy little kid but he knew how to cheat a hand.”

Dropping a few cards in front of each of his crewmates, Kraglin would delve into an explanation of the game. It was simple, and a trick of mathematics. At the end of the turn every player would want to have put down a hand that added to the highest amount. Before they would turn their hand over, they would offer a bid, and the player with the highest card count would win the hand and the gamblings. Overall it was nothing more than a game of chance, and knowing the tells of your fellow players.

They would carry on like this for a while, growing rowdier and drunker by the minute. As luck would have it, fate was not on Kraglin’s side as he was on a bit of a losing streak at the moment. It wasn’t something too debilitating, he’d started by gambling coins and ended by trading off bobbles and bits. When it came to the point where he had nothing left in his pockets to give, he would give the deck of cards to another ravager to shuffle and deal.

The others seemed content to poke fun at his losses but he would just sigh heavily and lean back in his seat. So far back that he would pop his neck against the top, and give himself a view of the staircase at the other side of the bar. The owner had a few rooms for rent on the floors above and he’d offered one up to the crew, granted most of the men would just be going back to their ship to sleep, but one of Kraglin’s crew had taken the offer.

She was coming down the stairs now. Elliana Hart, the dame of their rag-tag crew of misfits and outlaws. A fellow Xandarian, as far as Kraglin knew, who had wormed her way into his heart. They’d hooked up a few times in the past and he always caught himself looking her way when they were in the same room but it had never been anything more than that. Mainly, she was the irreplaceable one on his crew and everyone knew. She was held on a higher pedestal because she was efficient, easy on the eyes, and the perfect second-in-command.

The woman would catch him staring as she hit the bottom step and she would arch a brow, he’d meet her curious expression with a smile. “Hey there Ana, finally decided to join us, did ya?”

She was wearing her usual ravager garb. A hodgepodge of equipment that somehow came together to make a proper suit, full of armored bits and weaponry alike. Without a shadow of a doubt she seemed like the type of woman who would stab first and ask questions later. In the moment though, her hair was wet from a bath and the moonlight streaming in from the window caused her damp skin to glisten, and her physical features to soften.

Her green eyes would gleam as she drew near their table. They reminded him of little jewels, precious and exotic.

“I couldn’t leave you all down here without supervision, you’re liable to get us kicked out.”

“Naw, don’t be like that Ana!” One of their fellow ravagers would protest. As he looked up from his cards, the man beside him would glance over his shoulder to steal a peek at his hand. Cheating at it’s finest.

Elliana would catch onto this and smile, reaching out to lean against the rounded table to watch as the cards were placed face down, bets were made, and then the hands were flipped. The Ravager who’d just spoken a moment ago came in last place and had to fold from the game completely afterwards. “What’re you all playing?”

Kraglin would sit upright upon hearing the interest in the woman’s voice. “This here is Guess’n Galactic. The game where you look at how much your neighbor is sweat’n, guess how high their card count is, and gamble accordingly.”

Elliana would sigh, her eyes scanning over the cards as they were shuffled and dealt out again. Getting a feel for the simple mechanics of the game just by watching a few rounds. “I’m guessing that you played so bad you had to drop out?” She would ask, seeing as he was sitting at the head of the table with nothing to show for it.

Kraglin would blow a raspberry, before picking up his recently refilled glass to bring it to his lips. He shrugs, an affirmation, even though he didn’t want to admit how bad his luck had been that night. “Why’re you asking? Were you hoping to play a few rounds?”

“Only if you will.”

“Shoot girl. I’ve got nothin’ left to bet!”

Elliana didn’t seem to take this claim at face value as she would walk around the table to pull up another chair for herself. Sitting directly across from him on the other side of the table. “That’s not true, you haven’t bet yourself yet.”

The rest of the crew would murmur and coo, finding some thrill in this sudden turn of events. Honestly though, in their drunken states, they would find a rat skittering across the pub’s floor worthwhile. Kraglin meanwhile, was entirely sober enough to sputter and cough on his drink. Staring at Elliana for a long moment before he realized that she was being entirely serious.

So he would place his glass down and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “Alright then, whoever wins this round, I’ll give 'em a kiss. How’s that sound?”

The offer would cause most of the crew to cut their losses and drop out of the game but Elliana had taken the suggestion with a near cocky smile. Reaching across the table, she would pick up the deck of cards and deal them to those still playing. Water droplets would fall from her hair and strike the table, they catch the light and remind Kraglin of stars.

They count their cards, make a hand out of three, hoping that they have the highest numbers, and then they place them down. Elliana tosses some money onto the table, as do some of the other Ravagers. Kraglin blows them all a kiss.

The cards are flipped.

A hand adding to eight

A hand adding to ten

Kraglin had managed fourteen.

While Elliana, she was sitting high and mighty with a whopping twenty. She’d somehow ended up with a joker in her hand, of all the luck, and was now racking up her winnings from the table’s center. When her winnings were placed within a pouch attached to her belt, she would glance up to Kraglin expectantly. “Well?” She’d quip, “I kept my end of the bargain.”

All eyes would be on him as he rose from his chair. He supposed he should have felt some sort of shame as he walked around the table to lean over Elliana, but there was none. After all, was he really the loser here? He couldn’t help the way his lips would quirk upwards as he leaned in close. As he felt her breath on his skin and felt a water droplet hit his hand when he braced it against the table.

Her kiss tastes sweet, as if she’d eaten some candies or desert while she’d been upstairs. The alcohol he’d been consuming all evening was probably a poor contrast. Still though, he’d shiver, all too eager to bring his evening to a close on such a high note.

#kraglin obfonteri #kraglin #mcu #gaurdians of the galaxy #marvel #ravagers #kraglin x reader #kraglin x oc #kraglin Obfonteri x oc

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The Robes Don't Lie

Stephen Strange x OC

Just a little blurb!

The OC is a shield operative and part-time student at Kamar-Taj.

Warnings: None, it's all good fun! Just some fluff and suggestive banter.

Training with Stephen Strange was like experiencing a catastrophic event. There was no winning, in Greer Fraiser’s experience. Cornered in the courtyard of Kalmar-Taj, it was all she could do to slam her conductive staff into his own wooden one, where orange and blue sparks spit at each other with each well timed strike. 

“You’re getting better.” He comments, with sweat swept hair falling into his eyes. 

“Not as good as you though, right?” 

He laughs, tilting his staff so that it’s end hooks beneath her chin. She doesn’t protest as her head is held up, forcing her to keep in time with his own gaze. She couldn’t fathom how controlled he was in those moments, when her own chest was rising unevenly, her lungs burning for the air she didn’t have. 

“Not yet.” He concedes, after a few painstaking moments of tension, finally dropping his hand and bringing his staff to rest at his side. “But that’s why we’re training.” 

“You know, I’m getting really tired of playing the student.” She’d finally caught her breath, recentering herself now that there was some distance between them. 

“Oh, but you listen so well.” Stephen croons with a smile that was more damning than it had any right to be. “Besides, the robes don’t lie, Darling.”  He gestures with one hand to his blue vest and pants, made of the same material of his usual outfit. It was a far cry from her own red color, showing the difference in strength that was still between them. 

“But I look good in blue.” 

“Well I can’t argue with that.”  As the man spoke he’d stepped closer, wrapping his arm that held his staff around her back, effectively trapping her against him. It was a good way to steal a kiss, which he’d do while his other trembling hand dragged through her hair, halting when it could cradle the back of her head. 

She’d only just caught her breath and was already losing it again, left to pant wantonly as he pulled away, welcoming a fractured reality. 

The mirror dimension was always disorienting to train in, especially with her abilities.  Greer steps back, watching the warping image of Kalmar-Taj as she leaned into the groove of Stephen’s arm. “You’re working me like a dog, Strange.” 

“I promise it’s more enjoyable for me than it is for you.” He slips away, straightening back up to pull some of the building towards them with a wave of his hand. The wall doesn’t crumble, it just becomes displaced in a reality that didn’t make sense. “Now hit this with the full force of your power, and do try to not blow us up this time.” 

Greer rolls her eyes before concentrating the power that was within her. Surging through her like untamable power, it starts at her fingertips, collects upon her staff, and reflects in her blue eyes. The last thing either of them see is a surge of light.

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Stephen's Force Choke but it's with mustard.

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Marvel OC Shield form !!

I found the blank one just off Google with no source! If you know the owner of the original template, let me know and I'll tag/credit them!

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Not Another John Walker

Stephen Strange x OC

Spoilers for: Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

Warnings: mentions of blood/death and Self-harm.

The OC is a Shield operative and part-time student at Kamar-Taj.

The clock had just struck twelve as Greer Fraiser stepped through a portal into the New York Sanctum.  Her blue eyes were hazy from tears, and her clothes happened to be frayed from relentless combat.  She’s shedding tactical gear before reaching the bedroom, attempting to forget the blood that had seeped through her gloves, and coated her hands. She hadn’t been around when Loki overtook the city or Ultron destroyed an entire nation. She wasn’t even a hero when the original Avengers fought Thanos six years ago. 

It had been a long time since she saw such bloodshed, and she could still hear the squelching of the shield as it crushed that super soldier’s skull.  That soldier had a name, and he’d died due to another man’s callousness.  Greer had tried to stop the bleeding and had shoved John aside in an attempt to stitch his fractures back together with magic.  She was no surgeon, however, and all she left behind was the scorch of her frenzied spellcasting upon a corpse. 

Bucky had sent her home, so here she was. 

Ripping off her gloves as she rounded a corner, taking a turn too fast and teetering to get out of Stephen’s way, who’d been rounding the corner at the same time. 

“I thought I heard you.” He says by way of greeting, reaching out to steady her with a gentle hand. “I didn’t know you were coming home today, I thought you’d be in Latvia for a little while longer… What happened?” His gaze had skimmed over her, noting her disheveled state and blood-stained clothes, he could only assume the worst. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

An hour or so later, after a lavender-scented bath in a tub that had no right being so luxurious, Greer was sitting on the edge of their bed.  Candles were the only source of light in the room now, the scent of burning wax tickling her nose, as she watched Stephen’s shadow move with the flames.  He was sitting behind her, brushing knots out of her hair with a precision that always impressed her.  

They’d both changed into their pajamas, and there was no rush from either of them to go anywhere else that night.  “Bucky made the right call sending you home,” Stephen speaks, at last, his voice a soft rumbling that breaks the tension in the air. “You’ve no business fighting a maniac like that.” 

“I didn’t want to fight him, I wanted to fix his mistake.” 

“Mistakes like that can’t be fixed, but you tried, and that’s what counts.” 

“It didn’t count, it made no difference.”

Stephen sighs, leaning forwards to place a kiss against the top of her head. “We’re healers, my dear,” he mumbles against her hair. “Not Gods.” 

“You used to save lives every day, extraordinary cases, people who shouldn’t have survived… Why couldn’t I do the same?”

“Not everyone can be saved, Greer.” The hairbrush is abandoned on the bed, as damp strains of hair are pushed to the side, allowing the sorcerer to rest his chin against Greer’s shoulder, placing pacifying kisses against her throat. He was certain he could feel the pulse of her magic there, in time with her heartbeat. He could still remember the first time he lost a life on the operating table, the guilt and self-loathing were impossible to forget. She’d been working with Shield for almost a year now, but this is the first time she’d lost a life so brutally, and right before her eyes. What was even worse, the man had been innocent. A victim of circumstance, Lemar’s death had been an accident.  

The soldier’s death had been cold-blooded murder. 

“It’s a difficult lesson to learn.” Stephen continues when she doesn’t respond, his hands gliding along her torso, to hug her firmly, trying to be grounding in case her mind ran away with her. She needed calm in this idle storm, and he’d do everything in his power to give it.  John Walker would be lucky to never meet him. 

“When I lost Donna, I swore I’d do everything I could to preserve lives but… Truly, that’s not a power any of us have. We can only try our best to protect others, and our best is enough.” 

Greer was listening, her trembling hands happened to curl into the fabric of her pants before a sob breaks past her lips. “I don’t want to be like him.” She says, a testament to how much she feared her own power. “We can do so much damage, and hurt so many people. He was just a man with a shield... What could someone like us do?” 

A spark of light, blue and evanescent, strikes up the room. Greer winches, the short-lived burst having danced up her hand to settle amongst her marred skin. If Stephen didn’t know any better, he’d say it was a form of self-harm and not a testament to his partner’s lack of control.  “You’re nothing like him Greer,” He soothes, taking her now aching hand within his. “Power only shows a person’s true colors, and what John Walker has chosen to do with his is a scourge on Steve’s legacy.” 

“He was supposed to be one of the good ones.” She says, disheartened, frustrated tears starting to trail down her cheeks. 

“Most people don’t start out with bad intentions. It could be that his grief clouded his judgment, and finally showed who he is deep down."

Greer takes in a breath, trying to rationalize things no doubt, but she’d just witnessed something she’d never forget, something that would make her question if she was really meant for this Avengers business after all. 

Stephen coerces her back and tucks her in beneath a feathered blanket. 

He wraps himself around her, pulling her into the curve of his body, well aware of her own past mistakes.  What was a little girl to think, when her powers come into being so suddenly, and at the expense of a helpless animal? He couldn’t imagine how horrible it was, to watch the canine combust within a current of blue fire.  

He knew she’d been called a monster, 

And he knew she’d grown to believe such a name to be true. 

“It may not mean much coming from me...” He says, brushing her tears away with one hand and spelling the candles out with the other. “But today, you proved who you were always meant to be.” 

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Finished animation :)

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MARVEL IN 2021 WandaVision ☆ The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Loki ☆ Black Widow What if…? ☆ Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings Venom: Let There Be Carnage ☆ Eternals Hawkeye ☆ Spider-Man: No Way Home

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#𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍

#loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #loki #loki series #marvel #lokiedit #marveledit #mcu

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#evolution

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— I thought you were a futurist! I am. To my core. That means I respect the future. I believe in the future. I worship at its feet.

TONY STARK + GREATEST INVENTIONS

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Everyone during phase four

Then there’s Stephen Strange

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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts

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