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mordorigs · 28 days
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Hi all.
I drew these pictures while playing role-playing games with my best friend. @siinhorhy
Hope you enjoy it too.
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agataplank · 7 months
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one of Mark's secret smiles
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morn1e · 1 year
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"holy shit dude"
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lupindraco · 24 days
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Mordo, God of strength
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19thcenturylover · 8 months
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Some Regular Show things :P
I haven't done much lately but I wanted to share these doodles of my humanizations :P
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1. I have some problems with my rigby design but I love how this drawing turned out, they are both my fav couple of the series <33 (also, they're t4t because yes)
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2. This doodle, I didn't like it much, but anyway. It was to not leave a day without doing anythingAKKD
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And this little doodle of mordo, i love it :P
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starkkawajiri · 3 months
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im feeling better and i had a brilliant brilliant genius idea scoob. (EXPLANATION BELOW)
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okay class what was the author trying to say
fatui harbinger au. SHOCKED EMOJI
sub-au. an AU of an AU (marvel impact) because three things happened to cross paths in my big empty mind:
1. "man i would love an evil stephen au"
2. "man i need to draw genshin mordo"
and 3. "i love the harbingers" and when the idea lit up like a flame in my brain i exploded out of bed
this au consists of the best magic users ever being fatui harbingers (rip traveler) because evil hot and crazy sexy, instead of adding more harbingers they replace already existing ones because one two three enough fatui for me
so basically evil evil magic users au
((before moving on for ppl that do play genshin but dont know much about the fatui harbingers, there's 11 of them and they're ranked based on strength, personally i wouldnt even know how to scale them based on their powers so i didnt touch the ranks, just switched out the characters))
NOW EXPLAINING EACH OF THEM IN ORDER OF THEIR 'RANK' starting with lowkey
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Loki is pretty self explanatory, he takes The Tsaritsa's place because cryo archon.... ice...god.....
i was initially planning on making loki take scaramouche's place because i found scara's "YOU'RE INTERRUPTING A CONVERSATION BETWEEN GODS......" dialogue in the sumeru quest so funny and because the idea of loki being a fake-god seemed cool, but her as the cryo archon and overall leader of the fatui was too good to put aside
IMPORTANT NOTE/EDIT: NVM YALL LMFAOOOO I DECIDED (iwas MANIPULATED /j /aimed) TO CHANGE LOKI BACK TO TAKING SCARAMOUCHE'S PLACE there's a lot more things they have in common and it sets an interesting dynamic between him and other characters in this au, including thor ("better version of him"), strange (using loki as a vessel to create a god) etc
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Wong's the baddest bitch in this post theres no other explanation
im (half)joking (hes so fine) theres an explanation
it was between that and making him take Il Capitano's place, which would have been Rank 1, and he would have still ranked higher than everyone else (besides Loki) so i looked at their wikis .
The Director (Pierro) handpicked certain Harbingers, two of which being Il Dottore and La Signora (in this au, Strange and Wanda) so that was just the stars aligning for this au
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Strange's gotta be even more self-explanatory than Loki's
il dottore. the doctor.
need i say more (no but i will)
i need at least 34084 aus of this man being evil idk i cant control myself
Sufian and Zandik (Dottore) already had a lot in common or parallel in the marvel impact au, both expelled students from the Akademiya, positive/negative relations with the dendro archon, man kissers, insert il dottore wiki
i want him to be scary and feared now and then, is that too much for a man to want from another man (rip eleazar patients)
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clea had to be arlecchino/the knave because. because
clea in a suit primary excuse
arlecchino's cool hair secondary excuse
woman kisser back-up excuse
theres little to no explanation here i just sensed it spiritually (arlecchino is the best ily arlecchino) + the theory about arlecchino being half-hilichurl?? or something like that? because of the cool gradient on her skin, which is rlly awesome, so non-human bonus points
need more insane, cold, calculated, manipulative, insane, insane, deceiving, insane women sometimes
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mordo he exists hes here save me mordo
im gonna be so fr with you guys rn
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pulcinella is just there, i forget he exists often times
only mordo can fix that
after deciding on making Wong the Director, i considered making Mordo take Il Capitano's place or Pantalone's/The Regrator's, but i was really really unsure, he didn't seem to fit either of them and by making him take the Regrator's place I would be putting him in a rank that is wayy too low (9) and considering how little there is about Pulcinella (literally almost nothing), I would have a lot of creative freedom
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wanda had to be one of the easiest to sort out....la signora..... alternatively "crimson witch".......? come on they forced my hand atp
im so sorry red bisexual i didnt want you to get such a low rank (8) i had no other choice
la signora is such a badass im tired of pretending shes not (+her Crimson Witch form is amazing)
consumed by grief and anguish, destroying themselves in the process? they twin
fandom theories about their resurrection? they twin
that was it i love being normal about any interest i have . ever
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Headcanons for Stephen and America
- Part Three
(Doctor Dad & Multiverse Daughter)
Whenever America gets sick, Stephen practically becomes her personal doctor, worry filling his entire being. He makes her soup his mother used to make him when he was little and felt under the weather, and ensures she drinks plenty of water and takes any medicine necessary. However America always makes him bring her ice cream, he tries his best to tell her it'll only make her feel worse but as soon as she gives him those big, sad, brown eyes he melts and brings her all the ice cream she wants, within reason, he's still a doctor and he doesn't want to make her sick.
When getting food outside the Sanctum, Stephen will try Americas food/drink first to reassure her mind that it's safe. Since 838 Mordo, she has an anxiety of food, unless made/given to her by Stephen.
(Inspired by this fic by @webtrinsic1122)
America eats with her hands when Stephens are shaking too badly to use utensils so that he doesn't feel embarrassed.
America is pretty much the only person he'll let hold his hands whenever they want. Since his accident he's very self conscious of his hands and their scars, besides his insecurity, they can be very sensitive and he doesn't trust others to handle them. America being the exception, she started holding his hand excited to drag him somewhere when on one of their outings, Stephen was worried until he realised despite her excitement she's always gentle and ensures not to harm him.
When Stephen feels insecure about his hands America will paint flowers around his scars, normally he'd hate people touching his hands but he actually feels better whenever America does this rather than seeing ugly (they're beautiful to me) scars he sees his childs love.
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(5 minute sketch I did cause my brain decided I had to draw it immediately)
New drawings of this headcanon here
Due to their busy schedules, Stephen with his magic duties and Americas school and training, they make sure to eat dinner together and catch up about the days events, America will show Stephen all the new spells she's learned (Stephen couldn't be prouder) while Stephen will tell her of the dimensions he's been, promising to take her when she's older and more experienced with her magic, until then he has a few safe dimensions she can visit.
Every year on the anniversary of his sisters death Stephen becomes pretty much unapproachable, he can be pretty mean most of the time but on this day he can be downright cruel, no one knows the reason why that particular day is such a bad one but everyone who knows him knows to give him as much space as possible on this day. When this day comes after MoM Wong forgets to tell America to avoid him, so naturally she notices Stephen is off, he doesn't yell or treat her badly like he does to others he could never bring himself to let his anger out on her, not since he saw the fear in her eyes back when they travelled to 838, but he isn't talking, he just looks heartbroken, his eyes almost seem vacant as if his mind is somewhere else entirely. He sits in the library of the Sanctum like a ghost and America takes it upon herself to keep him company, she makes him some tea, leaves it on the table by his side with a gentle smile and takes a seat across from him with a book to help pass the time, no one should be sad alone so she decides they'll be sad together. Stephen, for the first time in years, feels a little less lonely on one of the saddest days of his life.
Stephen decides to try and learn Spanish for America, he mainly uses some language apps but he also thought asking Wong for some help would be a good idea as he could get some actual practice, one day he surprises America responding when she makes a snarky remark in Spanish. Ever since then she and Wong have took it upon themselves to teach him, they'll have conservations in Spanish to help him improve and he'll end up understanding half of what is being said as the two of them get carried away with their conversation, he swears sometimes they do it just to mess with him.
America can't dream but she can have nightmares, when these happen Stephen will comfort her however she needs, whether it be singing, terrible jokes, hugs, late night snacks, or a simple reminder that she's okay, that she's safe and he's not going anywhere.
America becomes obsessed with Squashmellows. They're cute and soft, and they help with her anxiety and nightmares. She asks Stephen to get her one, and of course, because he just can't say no when she asks, she now has a whole collection piled up in her room. He really needs to learn when to say no, but he just thinks about how she probably hasn't had any childhood toys/teddies since she was pulled through that first portal all those years ago and he can't help but get her as many as she wants.
Stephen doesn't really have a lot of pictures but since taking America in he does keep a couple photos of the two of them framed on his drawer with a few photos he was able to keep from his old life. America, on the other hand, keeps photos of her, Stephen, Wong, and all her new avenger and sorcerer friends stuck up all around her room, happy to have a family once more.
Stephen didn't have the best father, he's constantly afraid he'll be just like him, so he made a promise to himself to never make America feel like she isn't good enough, he wants her to be proud of who she is and know he will always be there when she needs him, he never wants her to feel unloved and he will try his best to make sure that she knows how truly amazing she is.
Here are parts 1 & 2 of my headcanons for Stephen and America and part 1 of my Supreme Fam Headcanons for anyone who is interested.
Also, if anyone would like to use my headcanons for any art or writing, feel free, but please reblog whichever post you use 💕
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bbey-rs3 · 1 month
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I looked through my old notebook for fun
THIS IS PROBABLY THE FIRST TIME I DRAW MORDO EVER😭😭😭 (I can’t even remember drawing this)
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harbors-heart · 4 months
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and a very scrungled catboy
Ruse belong to @mordo-draws
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z0mbiebitchb0y · 5 months
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Regular show oc just because (She is death and his wife's who I named joan daughter) more info at the bottom because I love making stories for my oc
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She 100% took after death with his style, taste in music and and 100% a daddy girl that was until her little brother was born then she grew apart, now she an edgy teen who refuses to come home and most of the time is outside or at her friends house and comes home late at night And I feel like the way mordo and Rigby would meet her is that the see her and ask her if she is related to death in which she panics and summons a portal and leaves, when mordo and Rigby tell death he immediately tells them to tell him where they last see her and they go on this whole thing to try and get her back home They later in find her with Gary's son "Simon" (an oc I'll draw later) and simon sticks up for her and it's soon shown the reason she left was because she was feeling neglect and not needed in the family because she didn't see her role in the house only as an extra instead of family An so death realizes and promises things would change if she comes back which she does (after some convincing) and later in mordo and Rigby gotta watch her and thomas and soon realize they both HATE each other but can be partners in crime
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hawkrine · 10 months
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trying to post here more, take two mordo drawings!! (this version of him is from an rp with a few friends, though he looks similar to 838!)
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As you are a big and very knowledgeable Wanda fan, I hope you can answer this question. From where does she derive her power? In Multiverse of Madness (hardly a film I like to think of as canon for how it ignored its titular character and the trauma he must carry from his timeline search), her power seemed limitless. Plus, they made her the subject of a prophesy that said she was destined to rule or destroy the UNIVERSE. When TAO was training Stephen Strange, she told him that Sorcerers drew the power for their magic from multiple/alternate dimensions. Based on MoM, this apparently leaves them limited when compared to Wanda. The energy for the things she does has to be drawn from somewhere ... or is she so advanced that she creates her own?
This question has really been bothering me for a while. Frankly, mostly on Stephen's behalf (you know how much I love him). Thanks for any light you can shed on this topic!
My understanding is that Wanda was born with chaos magic, but her powers were locked away until she came in contact with the Mind Stone, and then the Darkhold just provided her with enough knowledge to make her pretty much invincible.
As the Scarlet Witch, she's capable of spontaneous creation, so she just creates her own. I don't think she's drawing power from some other place like the sorcerers do, she just has that power inside of her so she would be drawing it from within.
Her connection with Chton is only through the Darkhold although I think in the comics he's the one who gave her that chaos magic she was born with (I don't think that's the same in the MCU though).
Regarding the sorcerers, I know The Ancient One told Stephen they draw their magic from other dimensions, but Mordo also claims the sling ring allows them to travel the multiverse - that was retconned, I believe, so I don't know if the MCU has been clear on the power range. Especially when our Stephen also used the Darkhold, granted not as much as Wanda did but it sure amplified his powers as well. So where does he stand? Not sure. Chton was a demon but Stephen commanded the souls of the damned, so... 🤷‍♀️
MoM was super careless with Wanda's powers. They gave her these absolutely crazy godlike powers and she was capable of pretty much anything, but they only did that because they looked good on screen, they didn't care too much whether it made narrative sense.
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romerona · 1 year
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Chapter 2: The strange man's travel.
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~In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker~
~Masterlist~
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Kamar-Taj, 2017
"Oh, you think you see through me, do you? Well, you don't. But I see through you!!!" 
An older Carina Agamotto watches from behind a wooden pillar as the Sorcerer Supreme slams her palm into the Strange man's chest while Mordo keeps his body from falling. 
What the Ancient One is doing Carina had seen it plenty of times before, it's called Astral projection, an out-of-body experience that assumes the existence of another body, separate from the physical body and capable of travelling to non-physical planes of existence.
Carina hadn't had the pleasure to learn that yet, she hadn't had the pleasure to learn anything but meditation, (which gets boring after the tenth time of doing so) Carina wishes she could learn magic instead of reading about it, not that she minded reading but would rather experience it. 
Carina reads a lot.
Her favourite reads are fashion magazines, Astronomy books (her favourite among the many in the library were Astronomina Nova) and Alchemy books. Reading was one of many hobbies, including drawing, languages, stargazing and occasionally sewing, however, that is when she was not in classes.
With another movement of the sorcerer's hand, Carina was snapped out of her thoughts and continued to watch as the Supreme pulls him back into his body.  
The strange man gasps, looking around wildly. "What did you just do to me?!?"
"I pushed your astral form out of your physical form." The Ancient One told him calmly. 
"What's in that tea?" The man asks in suspicion, breathing heavily not believing what had just happened to be real. "Psilocybin? LSD?"
"Just tea. With a little honey." 
"What just happened?" The strange man was breathlessly looking around the room. 
"For a moment, you entered the astral dimension—" The Sorcerer Supreme explains to the man, walking closer to him.  
"What??" 
"—A place where the soul exists apart from the body." She added. 
"Why are you doing this to me?" Asked the strange man, nervously. 
"To show you just how much you don't know." The ancient one brings her hand to the man's forehead, her thumb in the middle of it, reaching his third eye. "Open your eye."
Carina sneaked from behind the pillar to the bookshelf to get a better view. She, as aforementioned, had seen the Ancient One astral project many people in the past but she hardly saw her sending them through the multiverse. 
It was fascinating. The whole concept was.
The multiverse was something she had hardly read about, not because she doesn't want to but because there was not much information about it, Carina knows that the Multiverse is the aggregate of all dimensions and parallel realities in existence. Dimensions are just portions of reality within a universe, there are also parallel universes that coexist with one another, such as the mirror dimension, that dimension is a parallel dimension that allows the sorcerers to practice their magical abilities and fight without damaging the real world.
Mordo examines the strange man. "His heart rate is getting dangerously high." 
The Ancient one brings him back from his 'trip' and gazes over him with a soft, teasing smile. "He looks alright to me."
And then back into the multiverse. 
The people who knew about the multiverse knew the extent of it, the existence of evil beings that threaten the peace of the planet and thanks to those beings, the Masters of the Mystic Arts were created, to protect the earth and existence.
That's Carina's future as a sorcerer, to protect the people of this planet from evil beings and anything that wants to destroy it, a great, honourable future if you ask her, but until then she still has a long way to go. 
"Have you seen that before in a gift shop?" Asked the Ancient one, looking down at him.
The man slammed to the floor, he sat back on his knees looking up at the supreme, his breathing was quick, he was hyperventilating, his banded hands shaking, yet he gazed up at her and pleads. "Teach me!"
A second, two seconds and the Ancient One answered. "No."
Carina was surprised, normally she would take all those who wished to learn and if that was not enough the sorcerer even showed him all the multiverse and she still said no. It was odd.
"What– wait..." 
Another master came to the room and seized him, he began to trash against the hold of the master as he dragged him away, "Wait, Please– No Wait, Wait."
 Once he was out, Carina tried to sneak away to where she escaped earlier, biting her lip, she took one step, another, then another but just as she was taking the next one, she was called out. 
"You can come out now." 
Carina walks slowly to the Ancient One and Mordo with a small, guilty smile. "Namaste?"
"Shouldn't you be in class right now?"  Asked the Supreme, looking down at Carina with a knowing look. "Mathematics, isn't it?"
Busted.
"I already did all my assignments," Carina grumbled quietly, looking down at her fingers guilty. "And I don't like mathematics, I know it's basic knowledge but I don't like them." 
"Mathematics is more than just knowledge, isn't it Mordo?" Said the Supreme turning to her trusted subordinate. 
"Mathematics provides an effective way of building mental discipline and that will come in handy once... you start learning magic." Said Mordo, face never changing.
 Karl Mordo was a master as well as a professor, he trained and taught students in magic and combat. Mordo can be humble and wise, with a great deal of respect towards his mentor, the Ancient One and the natural laws of the universe but he can be predictable and slightly boring. 
Mordo tends to keep a distance from her, he had only spoken to her whenever he needed or had to and vice versa, Carina knows he is careful about her and wary of her. When she was younger, Carine never understood the reason behind this cautious manner of his, but she came to learn that it was because she was 'special' or so the Supreme says.
And it was true to an extent.
Carina bore the Agamotto name, the name of the father of the mystic arts and creator of the three sanctums along with many important artefacts like the eye of Agamotto, inherently, people tend to see and treat her differently, but as much as Carina wanted to believe that that's why Mordo doesn't like her, something told her that was not the whole truth -The ache in both of her hands told her as much-that there was another reason why some people are cautious and treat her differently. 
She purses her lips averting her gaze to the floor. "Sure, if that ever happens." 
"Little star, you'll learn when–"
"When the time comes, yes, I know." Carina sighs defeatedly, keeping her gaze on the ground.
She's been told it's too early to start, she's still too 'little' to practice magic even though the children of her age are starting to learn basic spells. 
'When the time comes.'  The ancient one always tells her but the time never does.
Carina knows she's not like the others, and not just because of her ancestors but because every day she feels the magic coursing through her veins and a voice in her head that calls for her to wield them, manipulate them, explore them, drow in them, yet, she is also aware that for the fact she's different, she can't.
Falling and losing yourself into darkness, into her powers is not something she'll ever what to do. 
"Walk with me, Carina." The Ancient One told her. She began to walk deeper into the temple with Carina, leaving Mordo to follow behind.
"How is your Italian going?" The supreme asks, looking ahead. 
"Oh, it's alright," Carina told her, with a small shrug. "I can understand it easily but I'm having a little problem speaking it." 
The sorcerer glances down at her, a small smile gracing her lips."You'll speak it fluently soon enough, dear star." 
"I hope so," Carina told her. 
The Ancient One was always prompting Carina to learn new languages, she wanted her to speak the languages of the places the Sanctums are from, Hong Kong, London, Nepal and New York. Nepali was her mother language, being born at the Kamar-Taj,  she learn to speak Nepali first, but along with that came English, the sanctum was a place where several languages were spoken, English being one of the principals, so naturally, she learn to speak English just as well as she spoke Nepali. Cantonese and Vedic Sanskrit were slightly tricky but Carina had mastered them by the age of seven. 
Learning a new language wasn't something Carina was demanded to do, no, she rather liked learning them, learning a new language will connect her with the culture, naturally making her draw comparisons to what is most familiar to her. Learning about another culture sheds light on aspects of her own culture and if there's something Carina likes it's learning. 
They passed to a familiar window, a familiar scenery of the south courtyard, Carina knew where they were heading to, her room.
"Why didn't you let the Strange man in?" Carina asks, looking up at the sorcerer. "He looked eager to learn, don't you think?"
There was silence, a few seconds of it, a few too many to know the Supreme wasn't going to answer, leaving Carina to glance back at Mordo before clearing her throat awkwardly. "I just thought it was odd, you show him through the multiverse and the–" 
"I only enlighten him of the universe we live in, little star, that he is more than he thinks." 
Carina simply nodded, still not understanding. 
"How are your hands?" Suddenly asked the sorcerer, forcing Carina to be aware of the sting behind her gauze hands.
"Alright, it doesn't hurt much anymore." Said Carina, looking down at her hands. 
The sorcerer stopped, causing Mordo and Carina to do so as well and hold a pale hand for her. "Show them to me."  
Slowly, Carina put her small hands on the Ancient One's, amethyst eyes watch her as she unwraps the gauzes on both hands and observes the pink healing scar, a scar that went along both of her palms in a long slash. 
Most nights at the Kamar- Taj were peaceful, the moonlight shining through the windows, the breeze keeping the sanctum fresh, people peacefully sleeping in their rooms, peace seemed to flow through the halls... The night Kaecilius branded her with the scar, the night Carina was awoken by loud murmurs, and cloaked people hovering around her was anything but peaceful. 
"W-wh-what do you want?" Asked Carina, her widen eyes looking between the people in terror. "L-Leave me a-alone." 
Three cloaked people moved forward and before Carina could do anything; one placed a bowl in front of her, and the other two hold her by the arms, one person on each arm holding her hands up, palms exposed. 
The murmurs she couldn't understand got louder as Kaecilius step forward, a large knife in his hands causing her to stop her struggle against the hold they had on her, she tried to scream but she was petrified with fear.
"Starry-eyed daughter of darkness, lady of destruction born out of elder blood you shall bring as promised, you shall bring our master to us."
 And with that, Kaecilius with a swift motion slash the knife along her palms, the blood dripping to the bowl. 
"Blood of connection, blood of the great." 
Carine grunted at the abrupt stinging, she was hyperventilating, face scrunching in desperation as the people still got a hold of her arms, she wanted to get away. 
Get away. 
Get away.
Get away.
She heard the man on the left gasp, his hand flew off of her, and then the woman on her right did as well, both of them taking a step back as if she had burned them... because she had. 
Not that she had noticed, but energy was emanating from her as if she was on fire but she was immune to the heat, although there was no warmth coming from her, only coldness. Vicious, unforgiving coldness.
Carina let out a shout towards the hooded people, a surge of energy sprung from her like she had never felt before, and then... 
Things went dark.
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"It seems to be healing well." Said the Ancient one, snapping her out of her thoughts. 
"Yeah," Carina said, looking down at the scar before up at the supreme, nervously. "A-Are you going to tell me why Kaecilius did this? Why did he needed my blood?" 
"He is lost and he fell into the darkness." The Ancient One told her, glancing at her hands one last time before bandaging her hands again. 
"That doesn't explain why he needed it for?" Carina murmurs, taking her hands back and starting to play nervously with her necklace. 
There was a pause before the sorcerer answered, she crouched down to Carina's eye level, eyes soft. "You are a very special girl, my dear star, more special than you can imagine and Kaecilius knows that." 
"Yeah, I know." Carina purses her lips, looking at her feet. "Is it because I am an Agamotto or something?" 
"Or something, now go on." The Supreme motioned her head behind her, to the stairs leading to her room. "It's time for you to meditate." 
"I already meditated this morning, why do I have to do it again?" Carina groaned, head falling back faking agony.
"It's never a bad idea to meditate more than once a day, besides take it as a punishment for skipping class." 
"Fine." Carina huffed with a small eye roll, turning to climb the stairs to her room.
"Remember your mantra." She heard the voice of the ancient one as she took another step up. 
"I know." 
Her room was the only one at the top of the building, the only room you needed to climb several flights of stairs to get to, it might seem tiring but Carina didn't mind, the view from her room made it worthy. 
She had been living in that room for a couple of weeks now since the night Kaeculius and the Zealots attacked the sanctum. 
The room was rather small compared to her previous one, but regardless of the space, she had everything she needed, a bed, a bathroom, a desk where a few scrolls, books and a sketchbook were scattered on the top, a small bookshelf which was full with books and the most important thing, the windows.
It was the sight was of the outer world, out of the walls of the Kamar-Taj, she liked that view. Usually in the evening, just before the sun dies behind the hills, Carina likes to seat at the window to watch the sun descend from the skies and the moon present itself and when the night had finally fallen, the view of the stars from her room was incomparable. 
Carina liked her new room, the only problem she ever had with it was the colour, it was grey and boring, it made her room have a dark mood. 
Laying on the bed, she took the bandages off her hands, the ancient one's words keep repeating in her head. 'You are special, more than you can imagine.' The pink scars seemed to glare back at her. 
How special does she have to be to have Kaecilius needing her blood? 
'Starry-eyed daughter of darkness, lady of destruction.'  
'Blood of connection, Blood of the great.'
What does it all mean?
Carina sighed, drained from the long day of shunning people, she pulled a picture from under her pillows and stared at it. 
It was her mother's picture, the only picture there is of her. She'd had it for as long as she can remember and it was one of the most precious possessions she owns. 
When she's sad or tired of people, Carina likes to stare at the photo, it gave her a sense of peace and a little bit of nostalgia, she supposes, nostalgia over the life she wished she had but never will. 
Her mother was the most beautiful person Carina has ever seen, although she looks nothing like her, while her mother had long brown hair, clear skin and dark eyes, Carina had short copper colour hair, freckles adorning her face, and amethyst eyes.
Carina figured she must take on from her father, which is only a wild guess as she has no idea what he looks like. 
She stood up and went to a nearby mirror that was hanging from her wall. She stared at herself and then at the picture of her mother, as she had plenty of time before, but no matter how much she tried to look for a similarity, there was nothing. Not even the smile. 
It was a sad situation, but at least, she knew what her mother looked like and Carina saw that as a win in her books, regardless of all. 
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Tell me if you want to get tagged.
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Yooo! If anyone wants to ask me questions I'm also down! I love info dumping about my scrungles. Can ask them on this blog (my main blog) or my art blog @mordo-draws
YEAHHH
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strxngemxgick · 1 year
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Hair’s Breadth From Death
October 3, 2022, Day 3
Prompt: Hair’s breadth from death (”say goodbye”)
Summary: Stephen considers the ideal circumstances of his eventual demise.
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If Stephen had a nickel for every time he’d been at the end of someone’s knife, staring down an oncoming blast, gazing down the proverbial barrel of the gun, he’d be richer than the Starks. The very nature of his position as an active master of the mystic arts demanded some level of risk, and most of the time, it was to an extreme. The Ancient One, and Sorcerer Supremes of the past, had created many enemies for themselves over the years, drawing the ire of many powerful, influential beings from all sorts of dimensions. Anyone following in their footsteps was surely cursed to face the same foes, run the same risks, and share that dance with death. 
It was only a matter of time before one foe or another finally could claim the title of Doctor Strange’s murderer. 
Stephen had always pictured that it would be one of the godlike figures that served as his opposition. Ego aside - because surely, who would he be felled by if not one of his more powerful enemies - he had a tendency to face them more frequently. Their attacks, and attempted subjugation of Earth, were relentless. The tricky, clever demon, Mephisto would have plenty of ideas to bring Stephen to his knees. He was, by far, the most creative in his schemes, and the least likely to be seen coming, no matter how obvious his influence might have been. Though, Stephen supposed, Mephisto would have derived more pleasure from Stephen’s continued torture and imprisonment, content in watching the fallen Sorcerer Supreme live out a long, miserable existence as a glorified, beaten trophy. Shuma-Gorath was also a possibility, significantly more likely. Shuma-Gorath had been bent on controlling the Earth dimension before man could even fathom their purpose, before “man” itself was even a concept. Viewed as a god across a multitude of dimensions, it was understandable that one of the greatest Many-Angled Ones might take offense to consistently being thwarted by the equivalent of a gnat. That creature, too, had been thwarted by Stephen many times, banished almost regularly to the far reaches of the multiverse. Not to say that it wouldn’t attempt to escape once more, but Stephen felt more confident in his ability to push it back. Mordo, like his other adversaries, was strong. Capable. Relentless. Wrathful. He had sworn almost since the beginning that he would be the one to drive the final nail into the Sorcerer Supreme’s coffin. But still, Stephen didn’t feel much need to be worried; there were some times where Mordo’s attempts seemed almost like more of an inconvenience.
Dormammu, Stephen determined, would ultimately be the one to come closest to actually finishing the job. Few were out for his blood like Dormammu, and the Faltine was likely the only one with the power and drive to actually finish Strange off. Stephen could see it - had seen it, in some of his most consistent, oppressive nightmares. He could picture his foe toting around his body, broken and beaten and limp as a doll as he razed Earth to the ground, laughing as he left nothing but ashes in his wake. And then, when the damage was done, irreversible and total, he would finally end the once proud, capable Doctor Strange.
He had prepared for these outcomes. He had spent years mediating on them, trying to prepare for the possibilities of some of his worst fears. To an extent, he supposed he could learn to be alright with those outcomes. Unsatisfied, certainly, and entirely disappointed that he had reached what would always feel like an untimely end. He was a hero, regardless of how he felt some days, and he knew that his efforts would never feel like enough. But, he imagined he could be content that he would go down fighting. Proud. Brave. His head held high until the very end. Prepared, yes, though never at peace.
He hadn’t prepared for Kaecilius. 
A disciple of Mordo, Kaecilius had served as more of a pest than even his master. He was utilized for dirty work, bolstered with borrowed power in one way or another before Stephen had eventually grown tired of the pathetic attempts he had made at the behest of Strange’s true nemeses. It had been easy to banish him, sending the other sorcerer to the purple dimension, and Stephen had been comfortable in believing that was the end of him. The chances of escape were so slim, and he hardly viewed the other as capable, as is.
It was embarrassing, to say the least. To think that he had been cornered so effectively, rendered immobile and helpless as Kaecilius advanced. Stephen was the Sorcerer Supreme, and with all of the warlords and demigods he had sent running from his world, it was a slighted student who had managed to render him incapable. His struggles were pointless, and the grin on Kaecilius’s face told Stephen that he knew. He knew, and was giddy, the bloodlust in his crazed pale eyes made a hard shiver run up Strange’s spine. The dark magic encircling him, pinning him, nearly burned his skin. It constricted, making his joints ache. The chilling gleam of the ritual knife in his attacker’s hand sparked a shameful level of fear. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. All he could smell was the blood in his nostrils, taste the copper in his mouth. His teeth ground together in his frustration, that he hoped might beat out the growing terror as reality sank in. 
He was going to die there.
And it was hardly as heroic a death as he had imagined for himself. All he had was a weak-seeming threat, his rage, and his terror.
Kaecilius took his hands with clean swipes at his wrists, blood dripping to the floor in fountains. Sickening splashes accompanied the heavy thumps of his hands hitting the hardwood. Perhaps it was the pain making him delirious, but he was almost impressed by the effectiveness of the knifework. Following, morbid, on that idea’s tail was the idea that for the first time in years, there would be no pain in his hands - no damaged nerves or brittle bones or ruined muscles to cause him grief, because, well, he simply didn’t have them anymore. 
He barely had time to scream before the blade sank deep into his chest.
Waking, next, was an absolute whirlwind of activity. The Peregrine Child was on their doorstep, ushered by its dreadful Mothers to a world teeming with magic, with no clear Sorcerer Supreme to defend it. He’d barely had time to greet his old companions, could hardly bring himself to even look at them when he knew what must be done - Clea, in particular, was difficult to make eye contact with (she was just as beautiful as the day he had been forced to leave her). 
Doctor Stephen Strange had always lived on borrowed time. There was no denying that much. He was a man that had cheated death time and again, slipping from the chilly clutches of the afterlife with a spite only he could wield. Since becoming Sorcerer Supreme, he had only been given more tools to further spite Death, skirting around the inevitable minute by minute. 
And coming back to life to save the universe one last time had been what truly did it.
He supposed he could feel grateful that, despite his apparent end, he did get his wish. That blaze of glory that he wanted. The knowledge that he did the right thing, in the end. Went down fighting. But there was still unfinished business…
Clea.
“Say goodbye, Strange,” Death had encouraged him, close enough for him to feel her chill, her icy breath on the back of his neck. He couldn’t discern the tone of her voice, impatient and encouraging all at once. But his gaze never strayed from his wife. Stunning. Fierce. Determined. Wounded. Even after everything they had been through, Stephen felt confident in the knowledge that she was still his wife. His most beloved. 
Stephen sighed, breath shuddering as he said his goodbyes. Offered Clea one final kiss. Held her one last time.
And then he was gone.
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19thcenturylover · 9 months
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Something different <3
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I must admit that my second fixation after Transformers is Regular Show (thanks to tiktok) and and,,, as Techmo is one of my first genderenvy that I remember, I decided to draw him <33
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Also I made this doodle of Mordo and Im happy with how turned out :D
Anyways, Possibly post more RS stuff along with ROTB, idk I'd like to vary a bit :]]
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