I HAVE THREE EYES.

DR. STEPHEN STRANGE,     THE SORCERER SUPREME,     THE EYE    —    of marvel comics,    based primarily in the 616 universe with an adaptable mcu narrative.    emphasis on headcanons  &  canon divergence.    as foretold by doll,    she / her.    minors dni.   

           ⊰     𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴,    𝘪 . 𝘪𝘪 .  𝘪𝘪𝘪     —       𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.      —      𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.

AN EXPLORATION IN    . . .    sci-fi gothicism.    lovecraftian horrors  &  cosmic indifference.    fate  &  inevitability.    the significance of existence.    alienation of the self.    transcendence  &  depersonalization,    expressed through bird motif.    the occult.    magick comes at a price.    

@mystikah​​​  :  stephen  says,  ❛  they  look  at you  and  see  whatever  they  want   (   .   .   .   )   because  they  don’t  see  you  at  all.  ❜

THE  DARK  WATER,  A  THOUSAND  EYED,  gazing  upon  their  somber  forms,  grey  as  winter’s  morning,  black  as  the  solemn  hour  of  midnight,  she  leans  forth,  arms  bracing  against  the  rails  seperating  daughter  of  the  sea  from  its  harsh,  frigid  depths.  bare,  cracked  lips  lour  into  a  scowl,  black  foam  lashes  closing,  asherah  leaning  her  head  onto  her  arms,  sighing  from  the  depths  of  her  fractured  soul.  for  the  briefest  of  moments,  she  feigns  ignorance,  listening  to  the  crashing  waters  beneath,  his  words  sinking  deeper  and  deeper  into  an  endless  pit  within  her  mind,  lies  made  to  comfort  a  woman  doomed,  damned  from  the  beginning.  ❛  and  what  do  they  not  see,  stephen  ?   ❜  she  whispers,  voice  drowning  beneath  the  winds  and  waves  howling  and  crashing,  wrath  blooming,  a  flower  poisoning  each  thought  and  action,  she  raises  herself,  thrusting  a  finger  unto  his  chest,  voice  raising,  ❛  tell  me,  what  do  they  not  see  ?  they  see  a  threat,  a  monster  blossoming,  ready  to  destroy  everything  around  her.  do  you  not  see  the  same  ?  or  do  you  have  the  audacity  to  lie  to  my  face  ?  tell  me  !  ❜

@manofiiron​ declares   ⊰     🎉 ( he went there )

          UNDER THE EXPANSE OF THE UNIVERSE LAID OVER EARTH LIKE A LADEN QUILT STOOD THE ROOF.      the street stretching below was otherwise quiet,    except from the booming fireworks,    illuminated by the grace of the distant stars above.     it was only this light that stood as witness,      at this junction of the late night’s past and the early morrow’s future,    the beginning of a new chapter   —  had it been up to strange,    the entirety of the evening would’ve been devoted to studies and meditation.    celebrating the completion of a rotation cycle seemed too unfruitful an act when the ever-shifting fate of the cosmos relied on him,    but tony had insisted,    and so he’d obliged out of courtesy.

          A CLOCK CHIMES,    ONCE,    TWICE,    FROM SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE SANCTUM,    WITH CLAMOROUS INTENT.      in the vacancy,      it reverberates even louder,    but he barely spares it a thought,    engrossed in the volume of incantations he’s been skimming.    it is the closing of some leather-bound tome that snaps strange’s focus away from his own,    gaze tracing the dust dancing with the waltz of candles around WANDA    (  @roseguided​​​  )    another glance,    then,    towards the neatly stacked books now lay in disarray,    no longer organized by title but by desperation,    by whichever one held a sliver of anything about the current predicament  —  a break is in order,    he decides.    there’s no one else here    (  except for her daughter,    who he’d lost track of,    hiding around the building  )   and neither of them have anything better to do this evening,    he’s not unaccustomed to it,    but they’ve spent hours going through every book the sanctum’s library had to offer,     and she’s undoubtedly tired.