#bennedict cumberbatch

Strange:Did you take the pills I told you about?

Y/N: yes, two

Strange:wait for the pills to take effect then

Y/N: Well.....how about I take the whole bottle, that way they will take effect faster

Strange:give me the pills and go to sleep....you know what, I'll accompany you to sleep

(everyones different these are my own opinions as an autistic woman please watch for yourself and share any additional thoughts you have on them!)

HES SO PRETTY

But need I remind you slavery was abolished in America in 1865 and American slave owners were also compensated for their slaves being freed?

Not to mention the freed slaves were promised reparations in the form of land, which never came.

And the lack of resources forces recently freed slaves to continue to work the plantations they were on.

Not to mention Neo-Slavery. Which is a mix of "freed" slaves being put into camps which are essentially the same houses that they were kept in as slaves because the union soldiers didn't know what to do with all of these recently freed people that had no education, no money, no way to care for themselves, etc.

And anti-vagrancy laws that allowed them to be arrested and forced back into slavery because the 13th amendment says "unless punishment for a crime".

Black people continued being kept as slaves as late as 1963 in rural areas because no one caught it and the slaves were so uneducated that they couldn't read whatever knews was sent that they were free.

(Legit. Imagine fighting for desegregation completely unwitting to the fact that slavery was still happening.)

And modern day slavery in the US prison system using that 13th amendment loophole I mentioned earlier.

So maybe instead of applauding at attempts to force Beenadick Slaverbatch to pay reparations. Maybe we should work on ending slavery in the states and working on reparations here, yes?

What if season 2 sounds interesting and I am really curious to see what they will do with it, all during the holiday season.

But until then, let me tell you something about season 1! The 4th episode : "What if...Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands" has to be my favourite one. That's because of its darkest themes, and, along with the last episode:"What if...The Watcher broke his oath" bring the characters really close to the Watcher, something that doesn't normally happen except in desperate, doomed situations. Also, Strange Supreme is a really interesting and powerful villain, because he interacted with The Watcher, and, ultimately, Uatu searches for Strange in his decimated universe, because he needs his help. That is a lot of power for one character.

We learned that The Watcher interfering isn't a thing that normally happens. It is a last measure, after Ultron threatens to defeat Uatu and the Multiverse. The Watcher can't let that happen, which is why he finally breaks his rules.

Until the 10th of November 2023 (yes I'm talking about the Loki finale) the Multiverse was, for Marvel's Cinematic Universe and its fans, simply the question of "What if?", which is why the series is called that too. But now, anything is possible. What we'll see in the episodes of season 2 is happening somewhere, sometime, with the God of Stories watching over it. But wait, now we have 2 watchers? How does that work...?

Now I have another question: for how long has The Watcher been there? Because I don't really see his role coexisting with Loki's purpose at the end of time, and perhaps Uatu exists in either a very far past, or a very streched future from now on. Maybe his oath to not interfere is the key to not starting another Multiversal War, and it keeps the timelines separated, each on their own way. When he fails, it leads to Kang variants, and war, and the ultimate intsallement of the TVA. Orrr maybe in the future he'll take Loki's burden of the Multiverse so we can see him happy again? :)) I don't know.

The episode titles for season 2 (via CanWeGetSomeToast on twitter) didn't necessarily wake my interest, but I'll still be happy to watch them. However, the last (9th) one...

"What if...Strange Supreme intervened"

Oh welllll. Things are getting twisted. The Watcher obviously has an oath. His title is fit for his purpose : watching over the Multiverse.

But Strange Supreme doesn't have such a thing as an oath. He was driven mad my his grief for Christine. The erasure of an Absolute Point in time ultimately destroyed that entire Universe, with Strange being the last and only one left alive of it all.

And he knows how it is to have your whole world ripped apart with The Watcher, well...just watching. So he has more chances to intervene in the Multiverse than anyone else right now, even The Watcher.

I don't know how likely it is for him to do this for someone's good, but maybe his own? Who could stop him? The Watcher, yes, but not before a though fight. Strange Supreme does not have rules, or an oath to respect. He might just do it, for better OR for worse.

A/N: Guys I finally wrote it. There may be a part 2 just let me know if you’re interested. Part 2 would most likely include non-con/dub-con, a fight between regular Stephen and dark! Stephen, etc.

WARNINGS: kidnapping, drugging, manipulation, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms, violence, murder, mentions of SA

Parings: dark!dr strange x reader; dark! Stephen strange x reader; Stephen strange x reader

Emptiness

The cold that gripped her body was unforgiving — it’s burning mouth kissing each inch of her shivering body. It overcame her, devouring her in one measly bite.

Her body collapsed to the earth beneath her with a loud crack, the echoing sound bouncing off the deserted city of New York and sending shockwaves of noise into her ears. Upon the impact, her small frame rolled, the cement scraping her shoulders and bare legs. The sound of fabric ripping was earned as her body came to halt, and a loud groan of pain escaped her.

She was silent as the stinging rolled in currents throughout her body, her face scrunched with an excruciating pain.

Very slowly, her eyes fell open, the hue of blue meeting that haunting scenery that surrounded her. The mere sight of it sent a cold surge of fear through her body, shocking her into movement as she quickly sat up in her place.

Her head snapped to the left, than to the right, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings.

It was a familiar place — yes, she had seen it before, for it was unmistakably her home in New York — however, this universe was completely and shockingly different.

Black smudges of what appeared to be ink covered just about every object in her eyesight, practically devouring each building, each car, and every ounce of mass that once made up the universe.

Where was she?

She pushed herself up slowly, a hiss of pain escaping her as she brushed off gravel and dirt from her scarred and bruised knees. To her surprise, the ruble did not fall to the dirt beneath her, instead turning into the black ink like substance that consumed everything else and seemingly beginning to evaporate.

Her mouth parted as she watched this happen before her eyes, her brows furrowing in confusion as she watched it slowly disappear.

Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes glistening with a new found urge — get the fuck out of here.

She turned, jogging quickly down the empty street in search for anything, anyone, that could help her leave this world safely. She was powerless with multiversal travel , a mere gifted mortal stuck in a decaying universe that would surely consume her if she stayed.

What was she going to do?

One minute, she had been traveling the multiverse with a young teenage girl and Doctor Stephen Strange, fighting desperately to defeat the Scarlet Witch and prevent her from taking anymore lives, the next, she was falling through a star shaped portal — alone — where she landed here.

Suddenly, she felt fairly regretful for joining America and Stephen, wishing deeply she could go back and decide to stay in the warm comfort of her bed.

At that thought, she froze in her place, her eyes brightening with the knowledge she had picked up from both America and Stephen — everyone had a variant, including Stephen.

She had to find this universe’s Doctor Strange.

Her head snapped upwards, her eyes scanning the tall skylines and buildings in search for the familiar structure she had grown to know all to well.

Finally, her gaze fell upon a decaying Sanctum, a sigh of relief escaping her as she began to sprint towards the building in a state of urgency.

The sooner she could get out, the better.

Soon enough, she found herself on the doorstep of the sanctum, her feet freezing to the concrete below her. Something gripped her, her body becoming cold with the fear that washed through her.

She felt frozen in her place, her head leaning upwards to stare at the large building that towered over her.

The building was decaying, black matter eating away at the brick and foundation, the sky consuming it hungrily.

Taking a deep breath, she muttered a small prayer for protection beneath her breath, her hand coming to grip the small Norse ax necklace that hung on her neck. Gripping the steel doorknob, she pushed the thick wooden door open.

The first thing she noticed was the beautiful staircase that seemed to go on and on. Merely feet away from her sat the wooden pathway, a collection of dust and dirt laying thickly on the untouched wood.

The next thing she noticed was the sound of an ocean.

Taking a few steps closer to the staircase, she examined the water that sat beneath the stairs, sand meeting the fresh liquid.

Crouching slightly, she let her fingers gently graze the water, and when the very tips were submerged, she quickly took them out, a cry of pain leaving her.

The water was ice cold, the temperature freezing her finger tips in an instant.

She quickly stood, her head snapping towards the staircase once again. Cradling her hand to her torn shirt in an attempt to bring her fingers warmth, she stepped onto the worn wood, the groan of the stairs filling the house with an eerie noise.

When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she found herself calling out for the sorcerer, her light and airy voice carrying throughout the melting foundation.

She cast a worried look at her aching hand, noticing the color of deep blue that had stained her fingertips. They burned with a pain unfamiliar to her, and with a shaky breath, she wrapped her other hand around them.

This universe was drawing her power from her.

“May I help you?” A soft voice asked, and she jumped in her place, her head turning quickly to the direction from which it came.

Her eyes fell upon another set of stairs where a man stood, his frame tall and slender as he slowly made his way down.

She could recognize the voice immediately, and though it was different in tone and volume, her eyes lit with relief.

He didn’t look at her, his eyes casted downwards as he reached the bottom. He wore a set of blue, grey, and black robes, the fabric flowing from his body in an elegant manor.

This Stephen was no doubt Stephen Strange, but as he finally lifted his gaze to look at her, she found herself silenced in quiet surprise.

Beneath his eyes were blue and purple bags, the usual blue of his pupils now stained a dark color. They looked black, as if he were a man possessed and consumed by the devil himself.

Though he stood tall and assertive, his shoulders were drooped with the weight of the universe, the beasts of burden dragging him down until he looked pathetic and miserable.

This wasn’t her Stephen.

When his eyes fell upon her face, his posture and composure seemed to have shifted completely, his lips parting slightly in awe as he looked at her.

She watched as his eyes dragged along her every feature and detail, and she struggled to speak.

Something was wrong.

“(Y/n)?”

He sounded pathetic, awestruck and wonder lacing his words as he watched her carefully.

“No — I’m not-“ she tried to begin, but he cut her off.

“I know. You aren’t…my (Y/N)…” he stated, a sigh leaving him. He approached her softly and slowly, as if he were afraid of scaring her.

She felt frozen as his hand came to grip her chin ever so slightly, his dark eyes darting across her face as he examined her. “But you are (Y/N),” he finally concluded, his brows furrowing slightly.

It was as if he were seeing the moon for the first time. His eyes were wide with adoration, absolute infatuation radiating off him like an electric current.

It was disturbing, standing there as his black eyes stared into her green ones.

She shivered slightly at the touch of his cold hand, and she backed away from him quickly, remembering what she had learned throughout her multiversal travel: never trust anyone.

Having realized he might’ve scared her, he quickly drew his hand back, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“I need to get back home,” she finally asserted, not noticing the way his eyes seemed to darken at her statement.

He raised a brow, a deep exhale leaving him as he folded his hands behind his back.

Her eyes trailed along the messy room before finally reaching the large window. She stepped closer to it, bringing her arms to wrap around herself.

The view was absolutely beautiful.

Death was a beautiful little thing.

“Home?” He asked her, joining her near the window. He carefully cast her a look, his eyes again stuck on the woman’s face.

It had been years since he had laid his eyes on her.

She nodded silently in reply, her eyes still fixated on the decaying world in front of her.

“I got lost,” she finally began, turning to look at him. She met his eyes instantly — they were cold, nothing but black seen. “I got separated from my Stephen.”

He stiffened in his place slightly, his head tilting in interest. “Your Stephen?”

She nodded in response, looking outside the window once again. “There are variants of everyone in the different universes. In the grant scheme of things, there are an infinite amount of possibilities — of pathways — that we haven’t taken. It’s the “what-if’s” that define the multiverse.”

He stared at her in silence, nothing but the sound of his breathing providing any sound. He was captivated with her voice, clinging into each and every word she spoke.

“From what I’m seeing, this universe is coming to an end,” she finally concluded, peering at the beautiful black hole that sucked everything into it. Black liquid floated throughout the air, carrying with it the universe piece by piece. “What happened here?” She whispered, her hand coming to rest on the railing beside the window.

Stephen was silent for a minute, his eyes still stuck on her face. He couldn’t bring himself to look away in fear that she would disappear, again, and he would never see her again.

He couldn’t let that happen.

“Things just got out of hand,” he replied, his voice deep with the weight of the world. He gave her a small look, taking in her features quickly.

She looked tired and weak, but just as he remembered.

“Would you like some tea?” The Sorcerer asked, not waiting for answer as he strode into a small section of the room that contained a porcelain tea pot and a glass cup.

“Are you the only one left?” She asked quietly, turning to look at him as he prepared a cup of tea for her.

As he handed her the warm cup, he cringed slightly at how pitiful she looked. Her eyes glistened with sadness for a universe that wasn’t even hers, the thought of Stephen being alone making her feel guilty.

Slowly, he nodded, unknowing of what to say to the woman. He hated pity, especially from the woman he had sacrificed everything for.

If only she knew.

“How did you become separated with me?” He asked her curiously, and she moved away from her place at the window. Quickly, she moved towards the large desk that sat at the center of the room, her eyes glancing across each paper that sat thrown messily onto it. Stephen watched carefully as she brought the cup to her lips, taking a big gulp from the tea.

“For the last twenty four hours, we’ve been fighting a losing battle,” she started, ignoring his heavy stare that continued to linger on her. Every move she made was being watched like a guardian, and she began to feel herself growing slightly uncomfortable. “We are merely ants compared to the Scarlet Witch. She could crush us any moment. We were trying to contain her — trying to neutralize the threat she posed, but it was no use.”

Her breath hitched slightly at the memory of hugging Stephen. They had finally reached their destination, and out of an uncontainable joy, she had thrown her arms around his frame, hugging him tightly.

One second she was wrapped in his arms — the next, she was shaking in the cold on the decaying universe.

“She closed in on us and grabbed the young girl she had been hunting, but not before shoving my Stephen and I into two separate universes. I need to get back to him.” The last part was a plea, her voice raising an octave. She stared at him now, her palms resting down against the table.

She was desperate.

“What am I to you…in your universe?” He asked, the question nipping at his insides like an unforgiving disease. He simply could not stop himself, for his undying need for her was slowly killing him.

At this question, she looked at him, her mouth pressing into a thin line. She said wasn’t expecting his question, and she found herself caught off guard.

She was silent, pondering his question as he starred at her. She shifted uncomfortably, sitting herself down on a wooden stool that sat empty.

She didn’t know what to answer with, for she didn’t even know what they were. Though there had been a few stolen kisses and hugs, lingering looks of absolute adoration, and an undeniable connection between the two, nothing had been established.

She sighed quietly, her unharmed hand coming to rub against her collarbone. “In all honesty, I have no idea.”

The variant raised a brow, gesturing for her to continue.

“I mean, it’s never been…established.”

Stephen nodded slowly, his arms crossed in deep concentration.

“What about you? What were you and…I? Her? I don’t know it’s all confusing —“

A humorless chuckle escaped him, amusement branding his face at her rambling. For the hundredth time, his mind began to reply memories of their life together — or lack there of.

Her face haunted his dreams every night, glimpses of what could have been dragging him down to the very bottom of the sea.

He could remember everything.

“I could say the same,” he began, his voice rough with remorse. “You were murdered before we could establish that.” He ended with a dry chuckle, his voice cracking slightly as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

And yet he held himself together, blinking away the foggy memories from his eyes before turning back to her. She was silent, staring up at him in surprise.

Murdered? She was murdered?

“Can I ask how?“ she asked carefully, her voice soft. She didn’t want to push boundaries to far, for this man seemed to be on the cusp of being labeled as deranged. She room another drink, doing her best to ignore his heavy gaze.

Stephen nodded, allowing himself to lean his back against a wooden pillar beside the girl.

“She was with me — here, actually.” He paused to gesture to the room they both stood in, the faded blue light of universe illuminating across the large wooden walls and floors. “It was late; I told her she should stay here, with me — I knew it was dangerous — but she refused. She told me she needed to feed her cat and do some cleaning tonight, so she needed to be home.” He small smile crept along his lips as he allowed the faint memory to replay in his mind. Her wearing his shirt, that stubborn glint in her eyes that never ceased to disappear, the way her lips would curl when she smiled.

All he saw was her.

“I tried to reason with her, but if you’re any way like her, I’m sure you understand that she refused. Started saying how she could handle herself and that I needed to have more faith in her.”

He paused again, moving towards the window once more. He gazed out of it, his arms folded behind his back as he stared in silent anguish.

“I let her go,” he bitterly concluded, his voice wavering slightly. Guilt washed over him, voices of unreasonable paranoia screaming at him.

It was his fault.

“Next thing I know, I’m seeing the NYPD pull her body out of the lake. Autopsy says she was sexually assaulted, murdered, and dumped into the water. Put up one hell of a fight though.”

She wanted to say something, anything that could take his pain away, but she knew it was useless, so instead she asked: “did they ever catch the people?”

At this question, Stephen’s eyes lit slightly, and he looked at her. “No.” He paused, his eyes scanning her every feature. “But I did, and I killed each and every single one of those bastards.” From his voice dripped absolute disgust as he replayed the news footage in his mind. His mind was like a twenty four hour movie theater, his photographic memory never seeming to be able to forget the horrific and gruesome murder of the love of his life.

Never again.

She took the final drink of her tea, swallowing the last drop of liquid. She had to admit — it was one of the best things she had ever consumed. It was unlike anything she had tried before.

The young woman lifted herself from the stool, her feet carrying her to Stephen once again. She hesitated slightly, lifting her hand to rest on his shoulder in comfort. “I’m sorry, Stephen.”

At the feel of her hand, he found himself leaning into her touch. The softness of her fingers comforted him, the familiar warmth that radiated off her body engulfing him like a hug. He could feel himself choking up, for he was finally with her again. She was standing right there, comforting him like she had always done.

She was exactly how he remembered her to be.

“You have the powers as well?” He found himself asking, and at this, she gave a weary smile before nodding.

She felt her stomach flip ever so slightly, a small unusual feeling beginning to spread across her body. She did her best to push away the feeling, but his intruding gaze was making it hard for her to keep herself together.

“Did she have them?” She asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Stephen nodded, a sad smile tugging at his lips. He could remember waking up beside her each morning, the warmth of her body wrapped in his arms.

Now everything was so fucking cold.

She young woman hummed softly, unsure of what to say. She felt awkward, the weight of this man’s burden crushing her. She didn’t know what to do, nor what to say, to make him feel better.

This Stephen was a weak fragile shell of what her Stephen is. The variants trauma frightened her in all honesty, for his eyes were so black it was if he were about to drop dead at that very moment.

“I need to get back,” she finally stated, moving away from the man. She wiped the dried blood from her lip, wincing slightly as the bruise that was beginning to form.

At this assertion, Stephen quickly drew himself away from the window. “Where is your Stephen?” He asked, ignoring her statement. His eyes watched her carefully, his voice hardening slightly. It was a small shift in tone, and yet the woman barely missed it.

She glanced at him carefully, pausing before speaking. Though his tone shift was small, she had picked it up. Cradling her hand in her unhurt one, she cautiously proceeded. “As I said, we were separated…I have no clue where he is, but I’m sure he’ll be able to find me somehow,” she emphasized the last bit, her vision blurring ever so slightly.

She blinked, adjusting her eyesight accordingly as he stared at her. “I really need to leave, Stephen. I’m growing weak here,” she tried again, a dull ache in her head beginning to form. It came softly at first, like a knock upon a wooden door, but soon she found it almost unbearable. The palm of her hand reached up to press against her temple, blinking rapidly in an attempt to ease the pain.

“You think he’ll be able to find you? In here?” The variant asked, though it sounded more like a statement. He gestured to the wide window, the black hole outside sucking in the universe, the grey hues illuminating along the walls of the room in an eerie and yet beautiful way. “I don’t think so,” he finally concluded, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.

He looked at her again, and for the first time in a very long time, he had won.

“I’ve been waiting for this day,” Stephen lowly stated, a sinister smile branding itself onto his face. He stepped closer to her, watching as she struggled to find words and piece together what had been done to her. “I’ve been searching across the entire multiverse for decades, waiting to find another her.”

She stumbled in her place slightly, her hand coming to grip the wall to keep herself up. She dropped the glass cup, her eyes stuck on the pristine porcelain as it slowly fell to the wooden floors beneath her feet and shattered.

The tea.

“And yet everywhere I looked, she just wasn’t the same. They weren’t her.” He stated the last part bitterly, his vision burning with hatred. “Here I was, alone and desperate. I couldn’t even close my eyes — seeing other versions of myself living the life I once had, what I could have had with her,” he spat, venom lacing his words. “I tried everything, I sacrificed everything for her, and it just wasn’t enough!”

His voice broke, and a shaky sigh escaped him. His hand reached up to grip his face, rubbing exhaustively at the area. “Why did these other versions of myself get to be happy? Why did they get her? After all, I’m a good man. I’ve done my duty as Earths protector, and yet the universe decides to punish me, ” He stood right in front of her now, his eyes tracing every inch of her frightened face as his voice dropped to a low tone, “Now that — that wasn’t fair.”

She wanted to cry, her breathing quickening as he closed in on her. She pushed herself back against the wall, trying to put distance between the two.

“So I killed them. I killed each and every one of those variants so I could make the different versions of myself feel what I had felt — so I could finally sleep and not see her face,” he seethed, his voice dry. There was nothing — no shame, no remorse.

“Stephen —“ a wave of dizziness overcame her, and her grip on the wall faulted. She found herself collapsing, a helpless cry escaping her when she landed straight into the sorcerers arms. His strong hold on her waist felt nauseating, her skin crawling at the feel of his stone cold skin.

“And when I closed my eyes at night, I no longer saw her. I saw you. You are everything like her; you are her. ” His breath was on her neck now, his voice low and quiet. Her body shook violently, tears clouding her vision. “You have no idea just how long I’ve been searching for you, (Y/N). Everywhere I looked, you weren’t there.” His grip on her body tightened, and he leaned into her, taking a sharp inhale as she struggled against him. “And next thing I know, you’re here, like a present from the universe. Now I know I’ve finally won.”

“Please,” she struggled to speak, trying to escape from his grip; however, her body protested against her minds commands, and what she was able to fight against was quickly swatted away by the older man. She fought him, her body falling weakly to his feet. “Stop!” she sobbed, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around her mid section, pulling her up from the floor. “Stop fighting this,” he growled threateningly into her ear, her backside pressed dangerously close into his chest. “You and I are meant to be, (Y/N).” His arms were wrapped around her tightly, one hand coming to grip at her jaw to keep her head still. “Please! Let me go!” She desperately cried as he dragged her away from the wall towards an unknown destination.

Her vision was black and white, her mind heavy with the drugs that had been fed to her. She wanted to be sick — the feeling of his hands gripping her body sending waves of absolute horror and disgust through her veins.

Stephen smiled — it was a sick little thing, the corners of his lips turning up in an amused expression. “Believe me,” he muttered roughly into her ear.

“I have no intention of ever letting you go again.”