ATOM.

shadowsurrounded.

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           her hand falls away to push hair out of her eyes, taking a moment for lashes to flutter shut and to appreciate the cool of her skin on a forehead that already feels flushed. teeth gnaw on lower lip, the faintest of weary sighs blowing past her nose.       look, stephen, if you’d rather not be involved       there’s no threat or disappointment behind her words, no double statement or hidden agenda. she is offering him an open door, one he can walk through with no repercussion if the idea is so abhorrent.

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              at clea’s words stephen paused, pulling away from her slightly to stare at her features. he knew that she was offering an out, something that if not given stephen would have likely asked over.. but, now that it was reality —— stephen frowned, feeling an urge from his heart, and without much thought he’d speak.     i would never leave you with our child alone, my love, i’m just.. scared, surprised, unprepared, elated —— i am.. unused, to feeling such emotions, much less at the same time.  






aithreachas.

            ATREUS REACTED ON INSTINCT—granted he was still half asleep—perhaps had they both been more awake Stephen might have complemented how quickly Atreus tried to negate the spell that never came when he felt the shift in the magic of the room.

After a few moments he lowered his hand and padded further into Stephen’s bedchamber. Carefully he approached, the door swinging shut behind him and leaving them both in the dark. His voice was thick with sleep when he spoke.

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“Stephen… ye were dreamin’.. s'me Atreus.”

              when his magics was negated stephen paused, sleep clouding his vision as he stared at the outline of.. atreus, as evident by his voice and ability to void his spell. realization hit him that he woke atreus, and he gave a small frown as he lay back down on his side.

  i apologize for waking you,     he murmured, running a scarred hand over his features as he kicked his covers off —— suddenly not at all appealing, the idea of being surrounded by blankets again tonight. 

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“   i should sound proof my room, or.. something,     he was more than half asleep as well, already drifting off though as soon as sleep took him he jolted awake, flinching at the thought of falling asleep again so soon.



agenths:

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      nathaniel richards would have said something similar. time would always correct itself. in this universe, in his lifetime, the events were set, and even one interference was wrong. howard, however, was struggling to see the sense through his grief. it was not up to stephen to change the future, and yet – howard grit his teeth and let the silence linger before coming up with a seething response.

        “ –don’t come near me again.”

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              and stephen was expecting the request, knowing that more often than not whenever someone had bad news and no one to pin the fault on —— it would be the one that was there, and should have done something but couldn’t. he couldn’t alter the designated timelines, because of the domino affect that would ruin one thing or another. besides, if he did it then, it would have happened some other way.

  alright.   ”   he’d murmur, taking a few steps back before he turned around and began to walk in the other direction.



invincibleshellhead replied to your post “Thwack! oops”

“Good game”

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“You slapped my ass, and respond with
 ‘Good game’? Tread carefully, Stark.”



abz-j-harding:
“thewoodencrown:
“Doctor Strange & Madman sketch commission for the awesome Pandora and Justin #nycc
”
Awwwwwwwww
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abz-j-harding:

thewoodencrown:

Doctor Strange & Madman sketch commission for the awesome Pandora and Justin #nycc

Awwwwwwwww



calisvol:

Realize that no {o n e} can fix your

          s h   at t er e d heart and

 fra|ct|ure|d soul

   But perhaps you might seek someone

               willing

   to line their pieces up with 

                         y ou rs



agenths:

The worst part was that Howard could not tell if this
guy thought he was funny or if he intended on being
“educated” by any means necessary. He stares at the
other man for a beat and then he turns away, fully
intending on leaving this stranger behind. There will
have to be an immediate report to Nick, and Howard
is not pleased about it.

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   With a sigh, he gently pours the contents
   of his water bottle, only for the water to float
   in front of Howard, and form a mirror. “Do
   you see Lorenzo, or Howard? If you answer
   Lorenzo, I may just erase your memories to
   replace them with the life you’re pretending
   to live now. Or do you not want to be Lorenzo?
   Is the late Director Fury the cause of your lies?”



wingheadcap:

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“— I am not the one farting, god dammit, Stephen.”

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“Then who is? I’m not the one doing it! –Wong!