I did what I had to do

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                                 Doctor Stephen Strange from Marvel. 

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a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented lines and phrases for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.    

TO THE THREAT.

“let them go.” / “let me go.”

“take me.” / “take me instead.”

“don’t hurt them.” / “i’ll do anything you say.”

“what do you want with me?”

“where are you taking them?”

“what did you do to them?”

“where is receiver?”

“give them back.”

“get away from them!”

“get off them!”

TO THE HURT.

“can you hear me?”

“wake up… please, wake up.”

“are you with me?”

“stay awake.” / “you have to stay awake.” / “please, stay awake… please…” / “promise me you’ll stay awake.” 

“don’t close your eyes.” / “open your eyes for me, name.”

“there you are.”

“just a little longer, okay?”

“i know it hurts, i’m sorry, it’ll be over soon.”

“shhh, it’s alright.”

“i need you.” / “i still need you.” / “i need you to be okay.”

“do you remember what happened?”

“name?! name! what happened?!”

“what did they do to you?” 

“if they lay a finger on him/her/them/you…” 

“if they touch a hair on his/her/their/your head…” 

“those bastards.” / “if i ever get my hands on them…” 

“i’m gonna get you out of here.”

“let’s get you out of here.” / “let’s get you out of this.” 

“we gotta get out of here.” / “it’s alright, name. we’re taking you home.”

“can you stand?” / “can you walk?” 

“i won’t let anything happen to you.”

“you’re safe.”

“it’s gonna be okay.” / “you’re gonna be okay, just hold on.” 

“you’re hurt.” / “did they hurt you?”

“i’ve got you.” 

“lean on me.”

“stay with me.”

“i can’t lose you.” / “i’m not losing you.”

“oh, name…” / “oh, kid…”

“receiver? receiver, it’s me. it’s sender.”

“i’m here.” / “i’m here. i promise.”

TO THE RESCUER.

"...where am i...?"

“what happened…?”

“i’m with you.”

“it hurts.” / “make it stop.”

“you came for me…” / “you came back…”

“you found me…”

“where were you…?”

“i’m sorry…”

“i was so scared.”

“i thought you’d never find me…”

“what are you doing here?”

Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete                           I identify the echo of what is and what will be

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terror of tal’dorei - part one ( change pronouns as required ) 

“it was a time of peace… until a great evil arrived.” 

“hold fast, the beast approaches!” 

“humanity will never fall to you!”

“well… that was… something.”

“perhaps we have been ill-advised in our strategy.”

“we don’t even know what the creature is!”

“chug, chug, chug, chug!” 

“who’s drunk? not me! I’m great!” 

“didn’t you only have one ale?”

“we don’t waste our time on talking assholes, remember?” 

“I heard you couldn’t even rescue a cow from a burning bar!”

“let’s keep things civil, friend.”

“I’m only asking for you to give me a hand!” 

“we’ve got no money, no place to live, and fuck all for prospects.”

“If protecting carts from swindlers, and killing goblins for gold isn’t getting us anywhere… maybe… we could try doing some good this time?”

“ethics are a luxury we currently can’t afford.”

“maybe we’re not really meant to do this.”

“[name] only cares about themselves.”

“[name] only wants to murder.”

“[name] barely wants to be seen with us in public.”

“[name] wants to bed everyone in the realm.”

“why are we even together?”

“isn’t this ship amazing?!”

“why are you whispering like we can’t hear you?”

“can you mind your business for once?” 

“if this evil persists, the kingdom will starve to death.”

“this mission sounds kind of deadly.”

“do we really want to do this?”

“nobility and heroism is fine and all, but we’re in this for the money.” 

“please don’t… fuck this up, as they say.”

“are you a wizard?”

“did I just make it worse?!”

“so this is what rock bottom feels like.”

“at least we’re still alive.”

“we almost died…”

“we didn’t die… because of you, [name].”

“[name] you’re hurt.”

“question: is this normal?”

“that took a lot out of me.”

“we can’t just run away!”

“one of those monsters killed our mother.”

“I’m still too weak from before.” 

“we could have stopped this.” 

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m terrified out of my mind.”

“I don’t like losing.”

“we’re going to die a truly horrible death.”

Closed rp with @goldenfingerprints

If there was anyone in the world who knew stuff about magic and the martial arts, it would be Stephen Strange. Alot of people knew the man for being one of the people who saved the world several times. A hero. A legend. She saw his powers and knowledge as a gift, and a talent. However Ammit saw himself as a monster. Nature's mockery. He tried to be heroic a couple of times but all resulted into failure.

But Ammit had a different motive when he came to the Sanctum. It wasn't redemption or forgiveness. No, it was knowledge. About himself, and about the thing that he was trying to keep inside of himself for so long now. It was threatening to spill out.

“A few years back I discovered that I could.. pretty much just.. create whatever I wanted. And I soon knew that my creativity was a weapon.” Ammit told him. He tried to be forward with his words as not to waste any of Strange’s precious time.

As a demonstration, the demon held out his hand. A black goo formed inside of his palm. It took a shape of a chameleon and it soon became an actual animal. It seemed to be 100% alive, functioning and have a mind of its own.

Stephen sits himself down and listens to Ammit as he speaks, listening intently. If Ammit finds himself a danger to others than that’s reason enough for Strange to involve himself - and he did come to him after all. Strange wasn’t one to just turn those in need away. Within reason.

And he watches as the goo in Ammit’s hand turns into a chameleon, something that immediately grabs his attention. With a wave of his hand, the chameleon is in a cage on the desk beside them, Stephen’s attention still on Ammit for the moment. 

There’s a tired sigh that leaves Strange in response to Wong’s words as the sorcerer stops what he’s doing to put his full attention into their conversation. The two of them had spent a decent amount of time together before but often times it had been business related, making sure things were going smoothly and what not. It wasn’t often they’d really had a moment to themselves, especially since he’d come back and so Stephen wasn’t surprised by the turn their conversation had taken. 

To be honest, he agreed. 

“I know. I don’t think I really understood the extent of this role until the Ancient One died, if I’m being honest.”

It was exhausting. The constant struggle to keep Earth and every one on it safe from any mystical threats and after Thanos, well… Wong deserved a break, more so of the two of them. He’d had to shoulder the burden of guiding the sorcerers that had remained through the Blip, and even still they were dealing with the fallout of everyone returning. He can’t imagine it’d been easy. 

Stephen himself was still reeling from it all, the feeling of dying, even if it had been painless - it was something that was going to stay with him, that’s for sure. Not to mention, he carried the weight of having given up the Time Stone, causing the deaths of millions, even if they were temporary. And then there was Tony Stark, and all the other lives that had been irrevocably lost in the fight with Thanos. But that was his own burden to bear, Wong had enough of his own.

“I’d suggest a break, maybe I could take over for a week while you go on vacation.” A poor attempt at a joke, really, because he knew very well neither of them were going to get a break.

And he’s hesitant when he continues, still trying to determine how Wong is handling things.

He rubbed at his eyes, weary from too little sleep and looking at too many ancient texts. He leans back in his seat to help alleviate the angry knot somewhere in the left side of his lower back. He shouldn’t be pulling double duty like he was; being Sorcerer Supreme and cage fighting, his one outlet. He’d taken it on to help with his own anger, his own frustration at losing his friend and being shoved into this position and trying to keep the world from turning inside out. Punching people in the face turned out to be a great stress reliever.

And now Stephen was offering to take over. Vishanti, the last thing Wong wanted was for Stephen to feel more guilt. He was already beating himself up for saving the universe because it came at the cost of Stark, or that’s how Stephen felt. People blamed Stephen for Tony’s death, lifting the dead Mechanic on high like some saint while damning Strange. That was just how the world was.

He’s sure Wong wouldn’t air these grievances to many others and to be honest, Strange is a bit surprised that Wong is still comfortable saying these sorts of things in front of him. Their relationship had been fine before the Blip but now Stephen wasn’t so incredibly sure where they stood. Stephen had given up so much to stop Thanos, he’d given the Time Stone up, something he’d sworn to protect at all costs. And with him gone, Wong had become Sorcerer Supreme, a role Stephen isn’t even sure if he wanted. 

Vaguely, Stephen wonders if Wong blames him too, for losing the initial fight with Thanos, for giving up the Stone, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his mess once again. But that sort of thought process is what sends him spiraling and even now, he hopes his friend understands the choices he made. The sacrifices that were necessary, when no one else did. 

But he settles his attention instead on Wong, pushing down all of the turmoil he deals with on a daily basis. It may not be healthy, but it’s how he gets through the day. 

When you cause an incursion, everything becomes...quiet. With no sign of life aside from yourself in the universe it was eerily quiet, leaving Stephen Strange alone with only his thoughts which would have been horrible before but with the Darkhold whispering in his ear? Well...it had surely driven the Sorcerer Supreme mad. 

With no one to stop him, no one to guide him, he’d gone down a dark path, letting the influence of the Darkhold guide him. He spent most of his time Dreamwalking, trying to find another universe where he was happy with Christine - Christine. Christine Palmer, she was the only thought he had most of the time, the only light in his otherwise dim life and if he couldn’t have her then every Stephen Strange he could find would suffer the consequences. What was a life without love?

“The name is Mobius.” he said, lifting his right hand to grab something from the inside of his coat. “But,” he said. “I don’t have time for milk and cookies.” he whispered, taking out his tempad. “I work for the TVA,” he paused. “Look, if we don’t have your help, your world and everyone else’s would be in big trouble.” he said. “Time as we know it would dissolve.”

Mobius was stepping on a boundary in this realm, speaking to an individual who could flick him, or do worse was indeed in his mind as he chose his words carefully. However, Mobius didn’t come empty-handed, and without a few tricks. His eyes darted towards the other’s side, looking at the dark hold that rested there. “So what do you say?” he asked distracted for a second until his eyes met the others once more.  “All I’m asking is a little information.” he said once more. “Nothing else.” he said once more.

Strange resists the urge to roll his eyes as Mobius continues to try and specify a Doctor Strange, like saying his name, the name he shares throughout almost every universe is going to clue him in on who he’s actually looking for. Hell, for all he knows, he could very well be looking for him. But it’s of no real matter to him which Stephen Strange Mobius is actually looking for. Strange is far more interested in the man in front of him. The only other living being to step foot into this universe since his incursion.

He seems to have knowledge of the multiverse, of other worlds, and Strange’s gaze falls to the tempad in his hands, his head tilting curiously. Perhaps he could use Mobius to his advantage. Even with the Darkhold, his powers were...limited.

But he almost laughs when Mobius says time would dissolve, like they aren’t standing in front of a swirling vortex, proof of the incursion he’d caused, ripping time and space from this reality, leaving only...him. But he remains quiet, doing his best to manage a concerned look as he claps his hands in front of him.

“Well, Mobius. What do you need from me? What sort of information could I provide you on this other Strange that would possibly be of any help?”

She gently desinfected the wound with an alcoholic vibe, cleaning it. Natasha wasn’t a doctor, but she’s obviously had training or a lot of self-taught experience, though she never clarified what exactly it was. Just another secret in her bag of trauma.

“Of course it is.” A conceding smile brushes over her features as he admits that his swagger is more play then actual game. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.” Winking up at the sorcerer from her vantage point, slender fingers start to suture the cut, pulling the skin taught so it wouldn’t leave a scar and heal properly. One didn’t need more scars then necessary… she certainly carried enough.

“It doesn’t lucky for you, you don’t always have to face these things alone, Stephen. You got people who want to help. Wong, Me, Tony, the other Avengers. I know you have your own super secret cult going on here, but you’re our friend and if you need help we will be here if you let us.”

Natasha manages to draw a quiet chuckle from him at her insistence that she won’t tell and he settles, letting her disinfect the wound with only the quietest of inhales at small bit of pain before the numbing spray kicks in. Though he very well could handle the pain - pain was an old friend, after all - the gesture is appreciated and he gives her a soft smile as she continues to clean the wound. 

She’s got a point. Even with as much as Stephen would like to consider himself not needing any outside help, even his ego doesn’t stop him from realizing that refusing help from his friends would be detrimental.

It became habit at this point. Visiting mays grave. They had put it next to Ben's which was nice and atleast they remembered them. He didn't want may to feel alone too.

"Hey may. Brought you more flowers. I hope your doing ok..." He smiled kneeling down to put the flowers there and touched the stone. "Not much going on here... still no one remembers me... I got evicted from my apartment.. but I'm ok... I know you wouldn't want me to give up... I've been helping out at your soup kitchen. People miss you... alot... I miss you...." He sighed and sat down. "I wish I could talk to you again. Sometimes it's hard by yourself. I love you..."

He knew very well what it was like to be alone in the world and he hadn’t been for a very long time, even when he’d lost the use of his hands, he’d had Christine. Still, he could imagine how difficult it had been Peter to not have anyone, to not have his friends, to lose everyone all at once. But at least he was here now. Better late than never, he supposed. 

“Yeah, well, sorry it took me so long. Things sort of just kept getting more and more out of hand it seems. But - I’m here now.” 

There was a good bit of guilt in him considering, something he was beyond used to by now, but it didn’t stop it from eating at him, always. But he just gave him a soft smile in response.

“So, in a dream, you saw me leading the Chitauri against Earth, and that is my great crime against you? I have been blamed of a great many things, some true and some not, but never before of my actions in someone’s dream.” He huffed, wondering just what he had done to the Norns for them to bring his life into the path of this man. And the others wished to fight alongside him? Disgraceful. 

“Could it not be one and the same? A life played out differently, like a book torn asunder and rewritten halfway through, would present to you the possibility of your choices. A different future or, rather, a future that so easily could be.” Loki sat, one arm propped up against a knee, “So, if what you propose is true, should you meet someone lost to you in a dream, it in fact means that there are versions of reality in which they had fairer fates??“

“It could be. It could very well be possibilities of your own choices that you dream of, just as much as another universe’s. The multiverse is vast, creating branching time lines from the simplest of choices.”

When it seems he finally has Loki’s attention, he relaxes, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment as he listens to him speak, trying to determine just exactly how all of this had happened.

Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete                           I identify the echo of what is and what will be

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