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into-the-daniverse · 3 years

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About Camia

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Full Name — Camía-Marie Baudelaire

Meaning of name — "Helper to the Priest" in Latin, “Of the Sea” or “Bitter” in French, “Small Sword” or “Dagger” in French

Family —

Immediate: Bénédict Baudelaire (father), Régine-Amélie De la Rue (mother), Ignatius Luc Baudelaire (older brother), Viviane Aurore Baudelaire (younger sister)

Found Family: Jamil (best friend of almost 3 decades), Leon (other best friend of about 2 decades), Alec (adopted daughter/younger sister figure)

Nicknames — Camí (Jamil, Leon, Alec, basically everyone else), Mia (Meredith, Tabitha, basically any lover can call her that), Rabbit (Ignatius)

Favourite meal — Sushi (favorite is Salmon)

Favourite drink — Scotch

Favourite flower — Black Dahlia

Birthday — January 1st

Age — 41 (though post all routes she is 42)

Height — 6′2″ / 187cm

Gender — Cis Female

Zodiac — Capricorn Sun, Taurus Moon, Aries Rising

Patron Arcana — Queen of Pentacles

Upright: The Queen of Pentacles is the backbone of the household, steady and reliable in all things.

Reversed: The Queen of Pentacles struggles to balance work and family, paralyzed by her need for independence.

Romantic/Sexual orientation — Lesbian

Appearance —

Pale, warm skin, (for how little clothing she normally wears you’d think she’d always be burned, but that’s not the case)

Diamond face shape

Medium brown eyes

Dark eyebrows, she keeps them up herself generally

Medium sized nose that ends in a bit of a point

Her head is bald, instead of hair she has severe burn scars from an accident when she was young, so she generally doesn’t go without one of her many scarves

Long scar on her face from the right side of her temple, crossing down over her nose, ending on her left cheek

Always wears black lipstick

She looks like she’s mad to any random passerby, but she just has a bad case of RBF, and her friends can tell when she’s actually mad

Has a few ear piercings, but rarely bothers wearing jewelry

Fairly thin, but her arms and abdomen are especially toned

Long, slender hands, keeps her nails short for lots of reasons

This is 100% her face claim

Languages spoken — Vesuvian is her first language, but anything Jamil can speak, Camia can speak since he studied with her, including Prakran, Venterrean, Nopali, and Zadithi, as well as multiple different dialects of sign language

Hobbies —

She does like playing her violin a lot, outside of the band. Likely to play it by herself in her hut, whether or not Leon feels like joining in

But her main passion revolves around plants, taking care of them, propagating them, etc. Whenever she goes to the market she will return with some kind of plant (much to Leon’s dismay)

She likes to read a lot, and tucked behind her dozens of plants are a number of books. Usually mysteries, drama, but she does enjoy the occasional romance

Likes to bake, and will usually use it as a stress reliever

Magical abilities — Elemental (Fire)

She can conjure and control flames, heat, etc.

They can be produced from her hands, her mouth, and her head (think Hades from Disney’s Hercules)

Her flames are always blue, extremely hot and extremely dangerous, especially to herself if she is not actively controlling them

Had a lot of trouble controlling her magic when she was young—but that didn’t stop her parents from making her fight at the Coliseum

When she left Vesuvia she swore not to use her magic again, but learned quickly that that was not realistic for her, and had to spend a handful of years learning to control it instead. She still only tries to use it for emergencies

Her familiar, Missy, the shop’s stove salamander, doesn’t do much for her magic, and she left Vesuvia without them, so they weren’t able to bond much. When she returned to Vesuvia with the rest of the band, they reunited, but still have a very casual relationship with each other

Any other kind of magic that Camia casts has to be done using spells or other channels, as her elemental magic won’t allow much wiggle room

She can’t heal, but she does know how to create potions for healing

Love Interests —

Not shipped with any of the Main 6, Camia’s main two love interests are Meredith and Tabitha, two other OCs of mine

Meredith was a member of Lucio’s mercenary troupe before he became Count, and Camia met her when the band first encountered his troupe (when Lucio and Jamil first met as well)

Their relationship was/is strictly sexual, Camia didn’t really have an interest in pursuing anything romantic (and Meredith isn’t the romantic type anyway) but that doesn’t stop Mere from still hanging all over her every time they meet again

During the band’s travels, they cross paths a handful of times, much more so once Meredith becomes the Pirate Queen and normally lets them travel on her ship

Tabitha was the director at the Vesuvian Theatre, and Camia met her there when Alec started performing

Their relationship was never anything more than casual, but it was still the deepest relationship she had ever had, and eventually saw it turning into something more

Unfortunately, Tabi was one of the first people in Vesuvia to catch (and die from) the plague, and Cami wasn’t even in Vesuvia to say goodbye when she passed

In another life, the two of them might have settled down and married

Tentatively shipped with Morga, though I am still ironing out the details on that one

Very much open to OC relationships with all femme OCs

Background —

Camía-Marie Baudelaire was born to Bénédict Baudelaire and Régine-Amélie De la Rue in Vesuvia. Her brother, Ignatius Luc, was 10 years old, and 8 years later, her sister, Viviane Aurore, was born.

The Baudelaire family have lived in Vesuvia for generations at this point, likely watched countless wars and travesties befall the city, always having close ties to the Count at the time. They were also the Coliseum’s main sponsors, well known for contributing fighters and running bets.

Camia’s great grandfather, Fabien Corin, was the Court Magician for all of his life, as he had some of the strongest magic the city had seen. Unfortunately, none of his descendants inherited his magic, until Camia was born.

She showed an aptitude for magic from a very young age, but for the most part it was unimpressive (to her parents). It wasn’t until she was 8 years old, just a few months before her sister was born, when an accident happened that made herself, and her parents acutely aware of her frightening power.

In trying to light a fire in the fireplace of their mansion in the Heart District, Camia lost control of her magic and her head burst into flames. Ignatius (then 18) was able to put her out before anything else caught fire, but that left her with serious burns over her scalp.

She didn’t want anything to do with her magic after that, but Bénédict, recognizing her magic as similar to his grandfather’s, refused to let her stop practicing.

He forced her to train at the Coliseum, and even had her fight. By the time she was 10, she was practically living at the Coliseum, and would only see her father when he watched her matches. Bénédict ran the betting pools and would collect her winnings routinely, though, of course, none of that actually went to her. She never saw her mother, or Viviane, and Ignatius only appeared a few times. When she eventually began to draw a crowd, her father had her entered as an actual fighter, though she mostly was just treated as an opening act for the bigger fights until she was 12.

Bénédict decided that she was ready to fight, for real, and had her as the main match against an actual murderer, who was set to be hung within the next few days. It was an extremely close and horrific fight, leaving Camia with her scar and a new born fear of her circumstances.

That evening, so caught up in his joy of her winning (and him winning a great about of betting money) Camia was left alone in her Coliseum cell, the door ajar. She took her chance and ran away as fast as she could, not stopping until she was far away from Vesuvia, almost to Nopal.

Bénédict sent people after her, but she was able to escape them for months, until she finally made her way to Prakra at 13, where she met Jamil. He helped her fend off some rowdy street kids, and they became fast friends. He convinced his parents to let her stay with them, and was essentially labelled his personal servant. (A label that neither took seriously, it was just so she could travel with him)

She followed Jamil wherever his mother sent him until they were 18, when Jamil decided to run away from Prakra. She encouraged him to do so, and not quite a year later, when they were 19, they met Leon (then 17). Their first meeting did not go well (he tried to kill them, long story short) but she recognized the anger and desperation he had, and didn’t argue when Jamil wanted him to travel with them.

They all met Alec in Prakra about five years later, and though it was Leon who convinced them to have her join them, Camia took to her almost immediately. She taught Alec just as much as Jamil and Leon did.

The four of them traveled for about 11 years until Alec decided to stay in Vesuvia, and then it was just Camia, Jamil, and Leon again. They traveled together, visiting Vesuvia fairly often, until the plague hit. None of them could convince Alec to leave, so, the three set off again.

When Alec died, Camia was 37, and after having just lost Tabitha barely a year prior, her death tore Camia apart. She felt that she was being made to atone for everything she did at the Coliseum, and still feels that way, even though Alec is back.

She bought a small hut in the Catclaw desert, unable to stay in Vesuvia any longer, and Jamil and Leon stayed there for a while, until Jamil left to try and get Alec’s memories back. Then it was just her and Leon, and the two of them stayed in her hut, and are still there in the current game timeline, waiting for the day they can return to Vesuvia, and Alec.

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#the arcana #the arcana game #daniverse oc #arcana eotp #I technically finished this for day 5 so there lol #camia #yes I have never used the *í* in her name before and don't intend to use it moving forward #that's more so to show the pronunciation #she rejects her family's way of spelling it just bc

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 4 years

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hades!harry sneak peek

Harry’s circadian rhythm was fucked.

It was beyond fucked— it was royally, godly, supernaturally shanked.

It’s no mystery as to how or why his sleep cycle is such an utter disaster considering he lives miles and miles underneath the earth with no sun to filter through his curtains, no birds to chirp him awake, and no distinguishable change in climate to alert him of oncoming dawn. No, Harry very much lacks this simple overland luxury that mortals and other gods eagerly take for granted— the gift of being roused in the morning by nature and its beautiful accompaniments.

Instead, Harry is sequestered deep inside a giant fucking rock with endless emerald flames lapping at the walls of his palace and up along the windows of his bedroom, never changing color, never changing heat, and obviously never allowing a living, breathing bird to sing a single note in his ear.

One would assume he had gotten used to it after carrying a two thousand year lease on this fiery pit he calls home, but how could he ever learn to settle when he has spent time dwelling the human world and enjoying its little golden mysteries that any other soul rarely ever seems to cherish. There’s so much to love about living above ground, from the energy-packed colorful music festivals, to the illuminated skyscrapers that overlook incredibly diverse cities, to the vast expanse of crystalline bodies of water that twinkle brighter than any jewel he’s ever laid eyes on (which speaks plenty, given that gems and priceless stones are well within his domain of expertise).

The list of under-appreciated delicacies that the mortal realm holds is truly bottomless and he could drawl on for hours about how ungrateful and selfish people can be when they have everything at their fingertips. However, Harry would rather channel his thoughts into something more positive and beneficial to his sanity.

He often finds himself wistfully sifting through all of the charming earthly encounters he’s organized into that imaginary archive, using them as a means to escape the dim world he had been burdened with reigning. It’s not that he necessarily hates the Underworld— he’s quite proud of it, actually; proud of how far it’s come under his design and taste— but staring at the same brimstone walls, obsidian floors, and onyx marbled columns tends to get old after a couple of centuries, let alone twenty. There’s nothing treacherous about a bit of escapism, especially not when his favorite daydream is something so minimalistic and overlooked.

In Harry’s refined point of view, the most treasured aspect of the overland world is the ability to witness a sunrise. For decades upon decades, when he has the chance to spend a whole day as just another person in the crowd rather than a celestial being, the event he looks forward to above all is being awoken by buttery light cascading in through the silk curtains of an elegant balcony door, preferably in a quaint yet lavish hotel room somewhere in the backwoods of Paris or Rome. In his opinion, there’s nothing that can quite compare to the sensation that crawls across his bare skin as the first rays of sun tickle the hairs along his arms and caress the crests of his cold cheekbones. It’s an otherworldly experience, the way his flesh tingles as it absorbs the innocent heat and spreads it across every cell in his magically-heightened body. It melts him down to his icy heart in a manner that only one other thing— or person, rather— has ever managed to accomplish.

He thinks he could sit there for hours, on a cushioned deck chair with his feet propped up on the railing as the sun kisses his chest and nose raspberry red, the cool morning breeze carding into his tousled curls as he sips from a glass of finely mulled wine that costs more than any regular person would dare indulge, his eyes falling shut in bliss as a honeyed warmth drapes over him like a weighted blanket. He’s well aware that the over-exposure will later leave him itchy, stinging, and peeling, yet that understanding somehow always makes him crave it more. If there’s anything being an immortal god has taught him is that a little bit of heaven has to come with the hell, and if it makes you happy and numbs away some of your troubles— even if just for an instance— then any hell is definitely worth bracing.

It’s the small moments like that which keep you from teetering over the edge; if you have the chance, allow yourself to swim in it, or risk drowning in what could have been.

Harry wishes he could take credit for that quote— it makes him sound like a wise deity instead of a sulking one. It’s not his, however, and he refuses to take credit for such a perfectly articulated belief, especially not when it comes from the mind of someone just as perfect, if not more.

If he’s being truly honest, he knows it’s borderline unhealthy how all of his thoughts somehow always tend to funnel into his love for his wife. She’s always there, lurking in the back of his brain when she’s not at its forefront, influencing every action he partakes, every word that passes by his lips, and every notion that tweedles the gears in his head. Persephone has a hand in everything that makes his heart thaw, so of course her name is sprawled all over this specific piece of joy in his life, as well. And when he allows himself to fully bide on what could have possibly made this seemingly unimportant experience— something as casual as feeling the sun heating his skin as it rises in the morning— flourish into his most adored above-ground pastime, it’s obviously logical that Y/N is behind it. All his happiness continuously comes together through her, as it has for the last two millennia.

Y/N had noticed a while back how during their adventures in the human world, Harry seemed to really enjoy sunrises; so much so that he’d shake her awake at the ass crack of dawn and drag her out of their very fluffy, very comfortable hotel bed and onto the balcony just so they could witness it together. He’d get this sheen of childish awe across his face as the sun would emerge from the distant horizon, bathing the dusky night sky in a splatter of drunken purples, mellow oranges, and pastel blues. He’d bend over the metal railing as far as it would allow, wanting to get as close to the natural artistry as possible, a wonderous, giddy smile twisting his dimples into place as the stars would disappear into the phenomenon.

Harry would point and laugh softly in sheer amazement as all of the stunning shades would swirl together among the clouds before eventually fading away, leaving him breathless and dazed at how something so mystical could be happening right in front of everyone’s eyes and yet not many put effort into appreciating it. He’d never understand how humans could sacrifice such an exhilarating experience for a few extra minutes of sleep.

Y/N filed under that group, unfortunately. She’d never really been one to pay much attention to sunrises anymore since she was used to living six months of every year on Olympus. Seeing the sun break through the clouds every morning was routine for her and as far as routines go, it had eventually gotten old. She’d lost interest long ago, save a few times here and there when she would be in a particular mood and savor it. But all in all, sunrises just weren’t that extravagant to her anymore.

However, Persephone had never stopped to think about what they meant to her husband— to a man who lived the majority of his eternal days underground in a literal hell hole, too busy with his kingly duties to come up and enjoy seeing daybreak. A sunrise is something short of a miracle to him, and watching his face light up with astonished joy— both metaphorically and literally— as they’d watch the scene together quickly became something short of a miracle to her.

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#this is my first time ever doing an interactive banner omg #what do y'all think 🥺🥺#i think you guys will like this one it's based off of a soft morning sex concept someone sent in that made me go feral #i'm also introducing a new god into the au eheheheh

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cheol-mp3 · 5 years

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model mingyu ✨

1.1k - somewhat nfsw - fluff

inspired by @thetogfather on Instagram

Minghao King Hao is a great photographer and one of your closest friends

and when he asks you if you’d model for the thousandth time you didn’t bat an eye

even when he mentioned that it was for lingerie

but when you’re in the studio with like maybe 4 people, which is not what you expected

but you don’t mind too much

it’s you, Minghao, and his friends, makeup artist Seungkwan, hairstylist Jeonghan, Wonwoo helping with lighting

everything about this shoot is kind of ethereal, gentle clouds in lilac, robin’s egg, and peach billowing in the background

flowers covering an entire table off camera

heck there’s even a fog machine

so you sit down in a chair so Jeonghan and Seungkwan can work their magic

at the end of it you’ve been done up in such a way that you wonder how you’re the girl in the mirror

she’s you but she’s the closest thing to Greek goddess that you’ll ever reach

so you’re a mix of emotions- anxious for the shoot, confident as you gaze into your reflection and see how stunning you are as you play with your hair, kinda hungry cause you left the house late

but from around the corner comes Kim Mingyu

one of Minghao’s friends, he’s got a modeling AND acting contract and he’s breathtakingly attractive

(you’ve seen him before at hao’s parties before but never had the confidence to speak to him one on one.... but the amount of times you found your eyes drifting over to him and studying the way his shoulders jumped and he leaned over as he laughed was more than enough to know you wanted to see it more)

he’s been rubbed down with some kind of body oil which on most ppl it’s excessive and makes them look like a plastic body builder but he just

radiates

a kind of energy comes from him like quiet pride, a humbleness paired with knowledge of how physically attractive he is

and he’s in a thong

A 👏 FREAKING 👏 THONG

you’re left blinking like a deer in the headlights, you’re so damn confused?? This was supposed to be about (you) the lingerie

until minghao comes over and introduces the two of you (knowing full well that you’ve following mingyu’s instagram for a long while now and you know who he is) and explains that the first part of this shoot is based on women’s lingerie

it’s a line of lingerie inspired by the Greek power couple Persephone and Hades

so Mingyu is gonna channel some sexy greek god energy while you stand there looking pretty and badass

so you’re thinking! great!!! im dressed up in my sexy four square inches of fabric and he’s got maybe 1 square inch give or take

but Mingyu is really chill about it

bowing to you lightly and mentioning in an off hand way that you can refer to him informally if you want because he knows your korean is,,,,, lacking

and internally you’re sighing with relief because the levels of formality in korean have been giving you a hard time

minghao’s watching and finally is like ‘okay so we only have a couple hours in this studio lets get moving’ & scoots you both along to start shooting

he’s like ‘alright so there is a small Roman column you can sit on and Mingyu you’re going to stand behind her all tall n proud because you’re supposed to be married n stuff’

you sit, adjusting yourself so you can sit on the edge, perching delicately, when Mingyu walks up to you

‘im sorry that we are doing this without knowing each other... for shoots like this i try to reach out so we can grab coffee or something’

he gives you his signature smolder and for some odd reason the column you’re sitting on moves, you’re keeling over to one side when Mr. Mighty right in front of you reaches out to catch you

it’s shocking

but also so, so dreamy

you go speechless for a moment before brushing it off and thanking him, mumbling over the formalities

‘thanks mingyu’ he corrects you

good gods he’s fantasic at being dreamy

but as you go through the shoot, he starts cracking jokes and you begin to loosen up, each pose coming easier than the one before it

You’re smiling and giggling from something gyu said when minghao asks mingyu to place his hand at your waist and the other pulling your hair back from your neck

minghao casually says more directions that drive you *literally* insane

‘just act as though you’re going to kiss her neck. like you’re gonna start a hot makeout session’

YOURE SHOOTING DAGGERS AT HIM NOW

THE BETRAYER

the AUDACITY

LIKE DUDE!!!! you know I may have a Thing ™ for Gyu!!!

this boy

this BOY

he definitely planned this

you wonder what could be going on in that mind of his when Mingyu speaks up

his voice is like the stream of water from a glacier, cool and refreshing in the hot and ever present thoughts you’re dealing with

‘are you alright with my hand here?’

he slips his hand around your waist, and for a moment you freeze and overthink: he doesn’t like to hold you

you tense up and he notices, resting a hand on your shoulder, the pressure so light he could be a ghost

‘If you don’t want me we can take a break’

you’re shaking your head fast

‘no no!- it’s not you Gyu. I can do this’

and he leans in closer to you, the hand at your shoulder drifting to your chin, where he coaxes you to look up at him

‘look into my eyes and say that you are okay when I’m here with you and I’ll believe you’

you almost have to ask him to say it over again your heartbeat is so loud in your ears you can’t hear

searching his face for any kind of teasing, anything that might take the edge of intensity that you feel in the moment, but you can see there’s nothing like that

he’s truly concerned about how you feel

‘I want you here with me’

click click

internally you’re thinking about how you’re going to absolutely murder mr hao for putting you in this position but also...

you might send him a thank you card

the rest of the shoot has varying levels of Mingyu draping himself over you or at your feet (both directed and undirected to do so), and it goes without a hitch

he cracks some more jokes, minghao takes a couple candids, Jeonghan threatens Gyu if he touched your curls one more time he will end him

it’s all so easy after that

finally you’re packing up your bag up and slinging it over your shoulder when a now familiar voice coughs politely behind you

Mingyu is dressed in his street clothes and holy hell,,,, why does he look so stunning in everything

but he gives you a warm smile

‘you look cute in your regular clothes~ I hope I can see you more like this. do you want to get that coffee I mentioned earlier?’

#mingyu #mingyu seventeen #mingyu scenario #seventeen #seventeen scenario #mingyu bullet scenario #seventeen bullet scenario #svt scenario #svt bullet scenario #model mingyu #model!mingyu #190610

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becausetherearestars · 5 years

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Destruction of a Goblin Office

Chapter Three of Lord Thanatos here

~ As soon as Hadrian closed the door, Tom dropped his glamour and flopped, very ungracefully in Hadrian’s opinion, into the wingback chair behind his meticulously organised desk. Running his hand through his chin length chestnut locks, taking and deep breath and turning crimson eyes to the young man in the room, Tom visibly prepared himself for what was undoubtedly going to be a long and difficult conversation.

“How were the Goblins?” he asked with a wary look on his face. Hadrian began to think the Dark Lord needed to channel his inner Gryffindor for this conversation, not that he’d ever say that out loud. He liked all his limbs where they were thank-you-very-much.

Hadrian seated himself in front of the desk, throwing his cloak over the back of the chair. “Now, now Tom. No ‘Hello, Hadrian’ ‘How are you Hadrian?’ ‘Well done in front of my scary minions Hadrian’?” A smirk grew on his face as the Dark Lord scowled. “You mustn’t forget your manners, my dear.”

“Hadrian, I swear. We only have an hour and, horcrux or not, I am not afraid to Crucio you. Please get on with it, I just know I’m not going to like it.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your wand in a knot. I walked in to the bank and as soon as they saw me they headed me off to Director Ragnok’s office. Apparently they’ve been sending me letters for 6 years and I haven’t received a single one.” Tom’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the head of British Gringotts but he stayed silent and motioned for Hadrian to continue.

“Ragnok made me take an inheritance test and well, this is where it gets into the ‘of fucking course this happens to Harry bloody Potter territory’…” At this Hadrian handed Tom a sheet of parchment and motioned for him to read it. “See for yourself, you won’t believe me otherwise.”

Tom looked down and his eyes widened almost immediately.

Name: Hadrian James Potter

Age: 16 (emancipated, Tri-wizard Tournament)

Parents:

Paternal: James Charlus Potter (deceased)

Maternal: Lily Rose Potter (deceased)

Godparents:

Sirius Orion Black (blood adopted father, incapacitated)

Alice Longbottom (incapacitated)

Magical Guardian:

Albus Dumbledore (inactive since emancipation)

Creature Inheritance:

Living Vampire (paternal, Peverell line)

Mate: unknown

Donor: unknown

Lordships:

Lord Most Noble House of Potter (paternal)

Lord Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell (paternal)

Lord Most Ancient and Noble House of Black (blood adoption)

Lord Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw (maternal)

Heir Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin (conquest)

Blocks:

70% Magical Core Block (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (50% broken)

100% Parseltongue ability (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (100% broken)

100% Metamorphmagus ability (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (10% broken)

100% Natural Occlumency (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981) (30% broken)

100% Creature Inheritance (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981)

100% Elemental Magic (Albus Dumbledore, Nov 1, 1981)

Potions:

Loyalty potion (keyed Albus Dumbledore)

Loyalty potion (keyed Weasley Family)

Loyalty potion (keyed Ron Weasley)

Loyalty potion (keyed Hermione Granger)

Love potion (keyed Ginny Weasley)

Hate potion (keyed Slytherin House)

Hate potion (keyed Severus Snape)

Hate potion (keyed Draco Malfoy)

Submission potion (keyed Dursley Family)

Submission potion (keyed Albus Dumbledore)

Contracts:

Marriage contract to one Ginevra Weasley (illegal, not filed)

“I think the old coot’s biggest mistake was he counted on me hating you on my own, purely for killing my parents.” Hadrian said casually once he thought Tom had come out of his shocked state.

“His biggest mistake... no, his biggest mistake was not forgetting to make you hate me! For fucks sake Hades, he might as well have altered your entire personality! And how in Merlin’s name are you still alive? You had 70% of your magical core blocked! I’m going to murder the old fool.”

Magic was whipping around the office, the air heavy with the thickness of the dark magic expressing the Dark Lord’s rage. Hadrian sat in awe for a moment, enjoying the sight of Tom’s addictive magic throughout the room. He wouldn’t say it out loud but the fact that Tom was so worked up over something bad happening to Hadrian warmed his heart a little bit. He did think he should probably stop Tom before he destroyed his office or something though, especially since this wasn’t the worst of the news he received at the bank.

Hadrian reached out with his magic for the link that connected Tom to the horcrux in his scar and sent a wave of calming magic through the bond. “It’s fine Tom, the Goblins put me through a purging ritual as soon as they saw this and put their office back together. They managed to unblock everything and get the potions out of my system and talk me through the creature changes,” he said waving a dismissive hand.

“You destroyed a Goblin office?” Tom asked with a sigh watching Hadrian intently as the younger man attempted to school his sheepish expression into something more befitting of a Lord.

“Ah, well… yeah, maybe I did,” he said nervously. “But they forgave me and we put it back together! No harm done!” Not liking the way this conversation was now going but thankful that it managed to pull Tom out of his rage for a moment.

“That’s not all is it?” the older man asked gravely.

“Not even slightly, darling.” Hadrian said, grinning at the Dark Lord, “our ammunition for destruction only gets better from here.”

“So, the old man was my magical guardian, do you know what that is?” At the shake of the Dark Lord’s head he continued. “No, you probably wouldn’t, I don’t think you had one. Anyway, it’s the person who’s in charge of looking after a minor’s living arrangements, vaults, inheritances and, most importantly in my opinion, making sure the minor knows about the magical world. That they know how to navigate it and are prepared to take over the family when they come of age. Obviously, old Dumbles sucked at being my magical guardian because I had to learn all that shit by myself and didn’t even know about the magical world ‘till I was 11.”

“He named himself the magical guardian of Harry James Potter on November 1st, 1981, before Sirius was arrested I might add, dropped me off at the Dursley’s and walked away with almost complete control of the Potter vaults and seats.” Hadrian could see understanding come to Tom’s face as he figured out where this was going.

“Anyway, using my money, Griphook told me the old coot has been paying himself 1000 galleons a month, the Dursleys 500 galleons a month to ‘condition me’, the Weasley’s 100 galleons a month for ‘looking after me’ in the magical world, Weasel and Granger 100 galleons a month each for being my friends and the Weaselette 50 galleons a month in preparation for being the next Lady Potter.” At this Hadrian rolled his eyes dramatically. “like that would ever happen, i’m gayer than a herd of rainbow unicorns.”

Tom muffled a snort at that. Hadrian heard and counted it as a win.

“When he dropped me at the house of hell, he had my parent’s wills sealed, took control of all of Sirius’ stuff after the heirship passed to me at the end of last year. How he got that one done I don’t know, he has no connection to the Blacks…” Hadrian thought old Dumbles must have had to pull a lot of favours to get that one through and sat with a thoughtful expression on his face until Tom cleared his throat and motioned for him to continue.

“Right, sorry,” he said ignoring the Dark Lord’s exasperated expression. “I listened to both wills and both my parents said I should go to literally anyone in the magical world before that bitch Petunia and her whale of a husband, so there’s another shot at old Dumbles’ good record. Along with condoning the abuse of a magical minor. I was supposed to go to either of my godparents, then Snape, then whatever nice wizarding family the ministry could find for me. Honestly, I think they would have preferred I went to you before the muggles.”

Mirth danced in his emerald eyes as a look of horror, then disgust passed quickly over the Dark Lord’s face. “Nope, nope, nope. I don’t do children. That would not have been good,” Tom said, barely repressing the shudder that threatened to wreck his body at the mere thought of having to look after a child..

Hadrian chuckled, briefly imagining a little kid calling the big bad Dark Lord ‘daddy’ before quickly pushing that thought aside (and the horror that came with it) and continued on with his story.

“Anyway, they left a few things to Snape and the other Marauders but, basically everything went to me.”

“I’ve looked through the Potter vault records. The Goblins have decided they like me so they’re recalling all the gold he took from there with interest. He’s also taken a boatload of books and artefacts from the main Potter vault and distributed them to his minions. Those will be harder to recall but the Goblins said they should be able to get 90% of the stuff back and payment for anything that can’t be returned.”

“Only you Hadrian, could get the Goblins to like you,” Tom said giving Hadrian a look mixed between fondness and exasperation. “Of course I can, old man, i’m nice.” Hadrian said sending a charming smile and a wink to the Dark Lord before a curse could be thrown his way as Tom muttered something about not being that old.

#my fanfiction #fanfiction #harry potter #tom riddle #lord voldemort #lord thanatos #harry x draco

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#it's like come on guys you have the energy for doom and gloom why must the trans bind case studies you can do more than one good study

My Top Posts in 2021

Finally got to my first @mdzsbingo fic! (finals studying sucks ahaha)

Fulfills the squares gen, violet, and secret identity. Warnings for dysphoria and being in the closet.

Jiang Cheng wakes to a strip of sunlight on his face and the dulcet tones of Risk Astley blaring from his phone. He groans and lets his hand fall on the phone. It quiets, but Jiang Cheng knows from years of experience that it’ll start again in a few minutes if he doesn’t get up.

Mornings are Jiang Cheng’s least favorite part of the day. He has not yet donned the things that make his body feel like his own. At night, at least, he can pretend his body looks the way he wants it to. Daylight obliterates those illusions.

He sits up, grabs his phone, turns the alarm off. His binder is strewn over a chair, dyed the dusky violet of clouds in sunset. He shrugs his tank top off and puts the binder on. Something between relief and joy blossoms in his chest. His body has become a better home for his soul.

Today’s outfit is carefully calibrated - not so casual that his mother will find fault with it, not so formal that his father will chide him for being uptight. Slacks that conceal the bulge of his packer, a silk lavender shirt that could perhaps pass as a blouse. He keeps his hair loose, to soften the jawline that has taken shape over the past year. His mother’s ring sits on his middle finger, shaped like a silver viper whose amethyst eye winks at him when he injects his T.

He glances at the clock. 8:35. He can’t put this off any longer.

He takes a deep breath and dials his father’s number. When the call connects, he pitches his voice high, so his parents can continue to believe they have two daughters.

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why must I go through the ccc event for BB content

is it not enough to simply bask in BB channel serotonin

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The only evidence-based recommendations anyone can give regarding binders are ‘take off days’ and ‘avoid tape.’

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Hades is an EXCELLENT double badger villain and is a great way to showcase the dark sides of badger primaries

like EVERYTHING this man does is about duty and helping other people, from giving poseidon his lance to helping nyx run the underworld. The reason he fucks up is bc a) he fails to consider how his actions are actually benefiting people not how they’re theoretically impacting people and b) Zagreus is AWFUL at the things Hades is competent at that keep the realm running smoothly (paperwork etc).

Like lion/snake vs double badger. Zag appears to have no respect for the value of duty that Hades lives by and he HATES IT

Zag thinks Hades’ methods of helping his community are wrong and he HATES THAT TOO

Hades has also clearly ‘un-personed’ most if not all of the olympians as they are almost all snake primaries who actively or passively fuck people over

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Mat to the Fade in ep 4:

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heartslogos · 6 years

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seas who could sing so deep and strong [57]

“I love it,” Kore says breathlessly as she stares at the fish Alpha’s Oberon has just pulled out of the water. It gasps restlessly in his hands. “I want one.”

“It’s disgusting,” Chic says, “Put it out of its misery, Alpha. I think it struggles to exist.”

Alpha quickly and efficiently stabs the fish again, this time through the head and it stops moving. The pink mass of lumpy flesh goes still and he hands it to Kore. It fills Titania’s narrow hands and is surprisingly heavy.

“I want one,” Kore says to Judge.

Judge groans, “Persephone, we can’t keep doing this. Where would you even put it? Besides, those are super rare. Alpha probably got it out of luck.”

“No,” Alpha shakes his head, and without looking throws his spear - almost casually - back into the water and yanks it out again moments later, producing another norg, half-inflated, speared through. “Easy.”

Kore’s Titania shifts from foot to foot with restless energy, “I’m catching a norg and I’m putting it in my tank and I’ll love it forever.”

“You said that about the yogwun,” Judge points out.

“So? And I did. I caught a huge yogwun and I put it in my tank and I did love it forever.”

“You flushed it into space.”

Alpha makes a very upset sound in the back of his throat that sounds a lot like the chittering of several animals. The only reason why Judge doesn’t think Alpha is actually some sentient warframe walking around and talking is because he’s seen the Tenno in the flesh and he doesn’t ever want to see it again.

“So? I still love it, I have a tracker on it. I know where that fish is at all times. Just because I love something doesn’t mean it has to be alive,” Kore replies. And then, into their private channel, quieter, “I love plenty of things that are dead and gone.”

The tip of his Nova��s finger stretches out towards Kore’s Titania, and the razor-flies of Kore’s Titania momentarily adjust their flight patterns closer to Judge before returning to their orbit centered on Kore.

“Here,” Alpha says, beckoning Kore over and gesturing at the water, “Easy catch.”

“Thanks for coming out with us,” Chic says to Judge as they watch Alpha coach Kore seemingly through only hand gestures on how to spot the norgs and where to best put the bait. Alpha is gesturing at his spear and trying to convey something that Judge isn’t understanding but Kore is nodding enthusiastically. “He’s been a bit lonely since Empress left.”

“Empress left?” Judge asks. He’s only seen her once, and part of him is mostly relieved because he isn’t sure he’d survive seeing her a second time.

“Yeah, sometimes she goes on these super long missions and leaves Alpha behind. It usually involves some sort of deep water diving,” Chic explains, “Alpha hates underwater missions. He’s scared of them.”

“Why?”

“No one’s sure. He just keeps saying big whenever we ask and refuses to elaborate. Empress probably knows,” Chic’s Trinity shrugs. “Anyway, he gets kind of lonely so Punk and I try and take him out, keep him busy. It doesn’t always work. But maybe he needed variety? So thanks.”

“It was Persephone’s idea,” Judge says. “And you’re welcome.”

“Really?” Chic asks, incredulous as she looks between Judge and Kore. “Your girl actually wanted to meet up with us?”

“Well. She did when she found out that Punk is on the other side of the system and currently occupied,” Judge admits. “She likes you, I think. Mostly she likes that you give people free stuff and she’s hoping for a free color code.”

Chic laughs, “She doesn’t even need it. Persephone is put together in ways I could only wish onto most tenno.”

Chic grimaces, “I’d kill just to get a quarter of her understanding of color coordination permanently imprinted onto Punk’s thick skull.”

Judge laughs a little, “He’s not that bad at it. I mean, his frames look nice.”

“Who do you think colors his frames for him, Hades?” Chic shakes her head. “Anyway, if the thing that’s coming between me and quality time with Persephone is Punk, consider him written out of the equation. Persephone seems really cool. Let her know I’m down for missions with her and I can definitely boot Punk to the other end of the system whenever needed.”

“Tell her yourself,” Judge says, “I think she’d want to hear that kind of good news directly from the source.”

There’s the sound of splashing and both of them look to see that Kore’s speared a huge norg, the pink flesh wheezes and undulates in her arms as she laughs.

“I got it!” Kore says, turning to them and holding the large flesh-mound above her head as it unevenly inflates and deflates itself.

Alpha quietly starts clapping behind her.

Chic cheers, “Nice!”

Judge shudders, “Good job?”

Titania squeezes the fish close and hugs it. The fish lets out one last shuddering wheeze of breath before going completely limp.

“I’m going to get a dozen of these,” Kore announces, throwing the dead norg onto the shore. Her Helios immediately starts to beep at the dead fish, flashing its scanner at it.

“What’s she going to do with a dozen norgs?” Chic asks.

“I don’t know,” Judge replies, “But she said she’s going to do it, so she will.”

Alpha sits down on the shore, the delicate points of Oberon’s legs just barely dipping into the shallows of the water and the butterfly pattern of its skirts fanning out around the warframe as Alpha settles in to watch Kore fish. One of Alpha’s kubrow - Judge recognizes it as the small one that has trouble fishing by itself, the one Judge helped and led him to his fateful encounter with the other tenno that nearly ended his life - immediately tries to squeeze itself underneath Oberon’s bent knees and ends up with just its forearms underneath Oberon’s legs and its head rested on Oberon’s knees.

It looks incredibly pleased with itself as Alpha starts to pet its back and shoulders.

“Anyway,” Chic says, “If you and Persephone aren’t too busy you think you could help me with something? I need to get into Tyl Rigor’s lab and grab some samples of his research.”

“Are you joking? Pissing off Tyl Rigor is Kore’s favorite thing to do,” Judge says. “Sometimes she just goes in to mock him and then beat him up until he’s just about unconscious before leaving him there. In her words which are actually his words, but I only ever hear them in her mocking voice now, oooh, the anticipation.”

#heartsfic #warframe #otp: space kids

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swapdancepapyrus · 7 years

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Seems like the idea of making a Smite reveiw chanel would be nice. so, what should i name the channel?

*I main Hades *My IGN is Tsupachi *Im a very CASUAL player. i dont do competitive player stuff. just nope *im intending on having Swappy be prominent in this channel so he will probably be the vocals on the webcam-less videos. *Ive been playing for a little more than a year, so i know at least the last two years of SMITE changes and know about its beta even though i didnt play smite during its begining.

*Im no pro but i usually play mage/supports... cause majik.

I like “HoodiedGames” “SkeletalReview” “OPF15MITE” (looked like a no brainer),

(Im going to start out with Swap-D-Gaming for starters so you know its still me. i’ll prolly switchout later on.

Suggestions for names?

#something that prolly deals with skeletons hoodies and games #prolly dealing with SDpap

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General.

Name: Stephen Vincent Strange

Alias: Doctor Strange

Other Aliases: Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, Master of Black Magic, Stephen Sanders, Captain Universe, Vincent Stevens, Sorcerer Supreme, Red Rajah, Sherlock, Steverino, Doc Dollars, the Eye, Black Priest, Sheriff Strange

Age: Physically early-30′s

Date of birth: November 1930

Birthplace: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Hometown: Family farm in Nebraska

Base of Operations: Sanctum Sanctorum, 177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village, Manhattan, New York City, New York; formerly Ancient One's palace, Kamar-Taj, Himalayas, Mountain Range, Tibet, China

Ethnicity: ½ Russian, ½ Armenian, distant French

Nationality: American

Gender: Cisgendered Male

Orientation: Gray-A

Political Affiliation: American Moderate

Religion: Agnostic, pagan tendencies

Languages: English, Tibetan, Spanish, Chinese, Swahili, Latin, several dead and magic-specific languages

Physical.

Voiceclaims: Bryce Johnson

Hair color: Black with streaks of white

Eye color: Grey

Weight: 180 lbs.

Height: 6′2″

Build: Lean & athletic

Body type: Endomorphic

Scars: N/A

Piercings: N/A

Clothing style: When not wearing his trademark turquoise tunic with its voluminous sleeves, orange gloves, black trousers and penny loafers, he tends towards a neat, business casual look

Health.

Physical ailments: None

Neurodivergencies: TBA

Allergies: TBA

Drug use: N/A

Alcohol use: N/A

Occupational.

Educational: Medical doctorate from Columbia University, residency at New York-Presbyterian Hospital

Special occupational training: Extensive sorcery training through a mixture of self-education and vast arcane lore of a Sorcerer Supreme, taught martial arts & dark arts from the Ancient One

Occupation: Sorcerer Supreme, adventurer, occult consultant

Past Occupations: Veterinarian, physician, neurosurgeon

Affiliations: Avengers, Infinity Watch (leader); formerly Black Priests (leader), Illuminati, Avengers of the Supernatural, Defenders, New Avengers, Midnight Sons, The Order, Secret Defenders, Ancient One's disciple, The Mighty; former mentor of Casey Kinmont, Jack Holyoak, Topaz, Augustyne Phyffe, Kyllian Kell (Wildpride), Rintrah, Clea

Relationships.

Parents: Eugene & Beverly Strange (deceased) [Originally Eugene L’Estrange & Mylena Stepanyan before immigration/Americanization]

Siblings: Donna & Victor Strange (deceased)

Significant Others: Clea Strange (verse dependent)

Children: Sofia Strange

Relatives: Umar (mother-in-law), Omar (father-in-law), Dormamamu (uncle-in-law)

Personality.

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral alignment: Neutral Good

Powers.

Sorcerer: Dr. Strange possesses a vast mastery of the mystic arts; his primary magical patrons are a group of entities known as "the Vishanti." The Vishanti are a trinity of godly beings comprised of Agamotto, Hoggoth, and Oshtur. Although he has, on rare occasions, called upon the power of demons such as Dormammu; Strange more frequently did so before he realized Dormammu's true dark nature in the earlier issues. He has once stated that he can kill a mortal with the mere twitch of a finger.

Infinite Longevity/Fearlessness: Dr. Strange's lifespan has been extended and his fear of dying subsided in a manner similar to that of his mentor the Ancient One, due to a successful contest against Death. Though he can still be killed and even physically wounded he cannot succumb to any medical diseases, nor does he age. However, he still requires food, water, oxygen, and sleep, same as a normal human. Strange passed a test by the Ancient One and defeated Death, or more accurately, accepted Death. As a result, from that moment forward, Doc stopped aging. "Death may come only from without, in battle-- and not from within." The Ancient One had once passed the same test himself and lived 600 years. From that moment forward, a glowing ankh appears on Doc's forehead when he is in a situation of great danger and his death is imminent, "when Strange most needs a reaffirmation of life. Mystic Bolts

Astral Projection: Doctor Strange can release his astral form from his body, instantaneously and at will. In this form he does not need to breathe, eat, drink or sleep, is unrestricted by physical laws (for example, Strange has flown beyond Earth’s atmosphere, defying gravity with ease to speak with Iron Man), is invisible (though can be seen by any if he wished it so), intangible, and incapable of being harmed by all but the most powerful and rigorous of mystic means. As physical laws are meaningless on the astral plane, Strange is able to use it to traverse at virtually any speed desirable (Strange has reached to St. Louis, Missouri from his Sanctum Sanctorum in Greenwich Village, New York in "a few brief seconds" thus, as well as traveling at the "speed of thought" through outer space.

Banishment: Dr. Strange has banished many types of creatures and humans to other dimensions but the extent of this is only possible as long as the 'Banish-ers' magic is greater than that of the 'Banish-ees' magic during the banishment.

Conjuring of Objects

Transmutation: the ability to change one thing to another. He used spells in this case.

Telepathy: Dr. Strange can psychically communicate and read minds. These abilities can be amplified by mystic energy (as against Moondragon) and/or the Eye of Agamotto (done countless times) to afford Stephen incredibly powerful psychic abilities.

Telekinesis

Flight: Doctor Strange can fly using magical energy but has since abandoned it. (Presumably choosing to rely on the Cape of Levitation instead.)

Protective Shields: Using the being Seraphim, Dr. Strange can shield himself or his allies.

Hypnotism

Illusions

Intangibility: The ability of Invisibility or Near-Invisibility and Phasing through solid material.

Time Manipulation: Strange has frozen, slowed, and traveled through time. This magic is enacted only through extreme concentration.

Elemental Manipulation: Dr. Strange can manipulate and control the elemental forces.

Teleportation

Dimensional Travel

Universal Awareness: By performing mediation Dr. Strange has sensed anomalies in time and space allowing him to protect against time travelers, extra-dimensional invaders (Example: Dormammu, Nightmare), space aliens, etc.

Various other spells: These spells seem to be quicker to perform but lesser in power than spells using divine energy. Strange has used his magics altogether to alter his clothing through something akin to minor molecular control, control and manipulate elements, etc. Dr. Strange has also been shown to amass as much wealth/gold as he desires using magic, as he has done to pay debts he owed.

The Words: Doctor Strange has become an expert in the Black Priests's ability to use language to distort reality, becoming even more capable than the Black Priests themselves in a short amount of time. Each "word" is a symbol which means "something." The addition of another symbol can change the meaning of that "something." Doctor Strange stated this method to be akin to replacement cipher. This way, he can distort the reality in different ways, depending how many symbols are said and in which order. Some of the features achieved by the use of Words include:

- Energy Blasts - Pyrokinesis - Cryokinesis - Organic Disintegration - Paralysis

Divine Sources: Dr. Strange can channel the extra-dimensional energy of mystical and non-mystical beings in multiple dimensions (known as Principalities) to empower his spells. This can take the form of standard spells ("Crimson Bands of Cyttorak") or just state what he wants to occur and channeling some being to make it happen. It is unknown at this time what debt, if any, he incurs by invoking the powers that be. There is no strict quid pro quo (as the simple acknowledgment and invoking of the entity increases the entity's own powers, inexplicably), though some entities will feel he is obliged to heed their call when they need help in their conflicts as did the Vishanti. This ability to be a conduit to multiversal power sources has given rise to the phrase "Dr. Strange is as powerful as the god he invokes." Doctor Strange's powers typically come from one of three divine sources: The Vishanti (a trinity formed of Hoggoth, Oshtur, and Agamotto), the Octessence (a group of eight beings, consisting of Balthakk, Cyttorak, Farallah, Ikonn, Krakkan, Raggadorr, Valtorr, and Watoomb) and other beings who owe him a debt (this includes Satannish and even Dormammu). However, certain abilities of his stem from more obscure sources, such as the Faltine, the Seraphim, Cinnibus, Sheol, Ikthalon, Denak, Cyndriarr, Munnopor, Morpheus, Dyzakk, the Olympian deities (such as Poseidon and Hades) and others

Darkness of the Divine Conduit (Black Magic): By sheer force of will "take" the power of another entity. This does not require the use of a spell. He used this ability against Arioch and Shuma-Gorath. The fact that Stephen can do this is a testament to his incredible willpower and strength of mind. This is considered black magic and as such he rarely employs this. Also when taking the powers of celestial entities he absorbs the mind and assumes their duties and roles in the dimension in which they exist. If his will falters, he can lose all sense of self. Although Dr. Strange primarily uses spells that are considered 'white magic', he will use spells from other disciplines such as black magic, elemental magic, and catastrophe magic when necessary.

Dr. Strange's powers are all mystical but take several forms. Main manifestations include:

- It is said that he cannot use magic that can replicate anything discovered by human science.

- By force of will, Dr. Strange can "take" the power of another entity. This does not require the use of a spell. He uses this ability against Captain Universe as well as against Arioch and Shuma-Gorath in Strange Tales Vol 2. Strange also uses this to drain the Wrecking Crew of the Asgardian magic they had been infused by Karnilla, though this causes him great mental agony and takes a long time. This is considered black magic and as such, he rarely employs this. Also, when taking the powers of entities, he can absorb their mind and assume their duties and roles in the dimension in which they exist. But, if his will falters, he can lose all sense of self.

- Dr. Strange also became proficient in Black Magic under the tutelage of Kaluu, including using the necromantic energy released in death for various effects. After he purged Shuma-Gorath from himself, he has since stopped using black magic.

- At a certain period, Dr. Strange became a receptacle of Earth's Gaia magic through the use of a forge built with the support of all his magical artifacts. This energy was exhausted in the War of Seven Spheres.

- For a brief period, research from the Vishanti library led Strange to tap into "catastrophe magic" by invoking a mystical alignment of all the planets, but this source of magic was limited and he ceased using it specifically as a source of his power.

- Strange's magical powers at their greatest peak exceeds that of even the Watcher Uatu and rivals that of other great beings, such as Galactus or Celestials.

Abilities.

Former Expert Surgeon/Surgical Consultant: Strange holds an M.D. in neurosurgery and was once considered one of the foremost experts in his field. However, the nerve damage he suffered in his car crash severely compromised the manual dexterity in his hands, preventing him from performing surgery except when temporarily supplemented by magic. Even without magic, Strange retains his medical knowledge. He has shown himself capable of providing reasonable guidance to other less skilled, yet un-maimed surgeons through intense effort and is still capable of serving as a consultant.

Expert Occultist & Magical Knowledge: During his studies which continued until recently Dr. Strange has gain expert awareness on cults and the extra-dimensional entities they worship, this knowledge as of yet far exceeds any on Earth in the Marvel Universe.

Expert Strategist: Though Stephen seems to suffer from an impulsive nature, instinctively jumping into situations of life-or-death, it's apparent that he works best this way possessing considerable strategic skills, which has been employed in leadership structures, and spontaneous situations, all of which is a necessity in the random environment of Mysticism.

Skilled Martial Artist: Dr. Strange is a skilled athlete and was trained in the martial arts used by Tibetan monks in Kamar Taj, proving sufficiently talented to pass down such training to others, such as Clea. These talents have assisted him from time-to-time when incapable of using his sorcery. Strange is a formidable opponent to any skilled attacker and continues to train regularly with Wong. He has in some cases, been known to occasionally spar with other heroes; in one case, Strange was able to evade a kung fu hand-chop by Mantis (the future mother of the Quoi) "only three others have ever done" and who has been able to subdue Thor in sheer physical combat, despite his strength nearly hundreds of times superior to her own.

Weaknesses.

Science-Based Weakness: It has been said Strange's power is weaker against strictly science-based opponents.

Incantations and Gestures Dependency: Strange also depends on spoken incantations, mystical gesturing, and his arcane artifacts in his duties; likely these can be counted as weaknesses. Strange has been incapacitated various times by being gagged and bound, preventing him from uttering arcane invocations or performing mystic gestures.

Human Factor: Another weakness is that Strange, despite all his spells and magical training, is only human physically. Hence, if not taking proper care or defenses, Strange can be overpowered by mere blows, energy attacks, or gas. While technically immortal per se, he still must eat, sleep and breathe in order to survive.

Astro-Limits: Such is the skill and mastery of Doctor Strange that he is capable of spending up to 24 hours upon the astral plane before he must rejoin his ethereal form with his physical one, lest succumb to corporeal deterioration leading to bodily death and eternal suspension as a spirit. The physical form remains in an inert, death-like trance, vulnerable to both physical and magical forms of harm while the astral form is absent. If harm were to befall his physical form while he was in his astral form, he would be stranded in his wraith-like state. Though Strange has only his personal abilities in his astral form, the Ring of the Ancient One/Ring (of Full Power) can grant him access to the same resources he possesses in his physical body; however, certain writers and editors appear to have portrayed Strange in an astral form capable of feats beyond his personal abilities even without the Ring. According to Baron Mordo, the intense atomic radiation of the sun's core can change the composition of astral forms.

Magic-Induced Physical Changes: A fact not known by many people is that the use of magic takes a physical toll on its user. During his first lessons, Stephen vomited for three days straight because of this. As years went by, Strange's body changed so much his stomach can't even accept human food and can only ingest that which would kill a normal person

Weapons & Equipment.

The Eye of Agamotto (which resides within the Amulet of Agamotto worn at Dr. Strange's throat) is a powerful and valued artifact that has many functions. Using the Eye, Strange can see through any lie, deception, or illusion, send the eye out at light speed to intercept and absorb massive amounts of any type of energy and free others who are trapped in their own illusions. It is often used to amplify his mind's eye, giving psychic abilities that rival the most powerful of telepaths. It is also often used to play back an area's past events, lift beings weighing thousands of pounds into the air telekinetically, and open dimensional portals, as well as placing beings in suspended animation. The Eye can track beings by their psychic or magical emissions. The light given off by the Eye also weakens a variety of evil mystical beings, such as demons, devils, undead beings, dark extradimensional entities, and even sufficiently corrupt human practitioners of dark magic. When used offensively, no being can withstand its light for long; due to its lethal effect, it is often used as a weapon of last resort. The Eye appears to be dimensionally linked to the Orb of Agamotto, and is presented to the current Sorcerer or Sorceress Supreme to aid them in their great duties. The amulet can only be used by a being with a pure heart and a clean soul.

The Cloak of Levitation allows him to fly (at roughly 25 miles per hour for indeterminate lengths of time), and responds to his thoughts. Strange has used it many times as a "third set of hands" to attack a foe when his own body has been incapacitated. The Cloak is nearly indestructible, often escaping damage during even the most violent confrontations. The cloak has acted independently from Strange as though it has a will of its own, as well as being quasi-sentient to some degree.

The Sash of Dr. Strange: Worn around Strange's waist, this enchanted yellow sash can be extended ten times its normal length.

The Orb of Agamotto, a large crystal ball which he uses daily to monitor the surrounding dimensions and his own world for trouble;

The Wand of Watoomb, which amplifies his power and absorbs mystical energy that can be utilized for a variety of effects, such as reopening dimensional portals and firing mystic bolts; a power-item that can be divided into two separate, though powerless, parts, and can restructure reality itself when combined with other mystical objects

The Book of the Vishanti, which contains some of the multiverse's most powerful and secret spells and counter-spells for white magic, opposed to the dark arts of the Darkhold

A wooden staff forged from Yggdrasil that greatly boosts his magic power but also risks damaging his body.

#My headcanon

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