Quintessa Beck was done with the multiverse. She’d lost nearly everything to it and still it plagued her. But this time it wasn’t Doctor Strange who’d requested her help, it was Wanda. But something else keeps calling to her, a deep voice that whispers…nexus…stasis…mutant...
Stephen Strange was just arrogant enough to believe he could stop the multiversal threat lingering over their heads. Until a familiar face comes tumbling out of a portal by the name of Natalya Strange, claiming to be his daughter. Suddenly, everything becomes much more complicated.
Wanda Maximoff was tired of grief, tired of loss. She’d broken every rule and put the cracks back together and sacrificed her family, her love, and still she was treated like the enemy, the villain. Fine, she’d let them see who she really was then. Let them see the Scarlet Witch.
For the multiverse is breaking, and it will be magic users who pay the price, whether they expect to or not.
my ex screwed me over emotionally. in general they weren’t the greatest partner. our relationship got toxic towards the end and they did something that really traumatized me, and they also broke my trust by sharing something really private about me to someone which ended up getting shared to other people. i cut them out of my life but i never really got closure, but i’m still resentful. i’m wondering if i should talk to them before i go off to university to get that closure or if i’m better off just leaving them out of my life. could i get advice?
So I made a GMV, my very first one, and I’ve been going back and forth on whether I should post it to YouTube or not. I’m also not entirely sure how I would do that without a copyright ban for the song? Could someone enlighten me as to how I could do this?
heeey! thanks to everyone for the support on my drawings.<3 Im having a great time in the Digimon community. I had lots of fun with the mini comic page (here) I also decided to make a GIF in case someone is interested in my coloring process. and last thing as always I want to remember you that my Dms are open, dont be shy if there is something you want to ask or request.
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So I made a GMV, my very first one, and I’ve been going back and forth on whether I should post it to YouTube or not. I’m also not entirely sure how I would do that without a copyright ban for the song? Could someone enlighten me as to how I could do this?
Word count: 4.2k (i may’ve gotten a bit carried away)
Summary: You are used to see this cute guy on your to work and back home, but after a migraine makes you miss train on friday and not saw him its almost as if the universe jinxed you, for him.
Warning: migrains, headaches, san like appears but not?, fluff, clumsiness as it best, Reader has a job and is this close to gradutaing?, overall bad day.
Request by anon: choi san; H & 8.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
A/N: I tried my best to do it without making it exxageradetly long and failed. I’m really sorry. And I didn’t knew if you liked it like GN or Fem but I realized about that at the end and doen¿t know id¿f I have to change but if anything, please contact me to either make another request or if you want me to change it to GN!Reader.
The way his skin glowed when the afternoon sun rays shone against it was actually mesmerizing, giving him an aura of perfection. The kind and warm type of perfection that you found in his eyes, in his defined jaw, in his kind little smile and the way a rebellious strand that didn’t hold along with the rest of his styled hair rested against his forehead. And you, you were used to all the perfection he had, his radiant presence part of your routine ever since he appeared randomly in your daily life.
You still recalled the first time you saw him, a year and a month back when you had to change your whole schedule to do your internship in the company that contacted you, managing to balance your new work with your college lessons, waking up a bit earlier to catch the 7:35 train to your work and then the 5:45 one back home.
That first day you were late, you ignored the alarm and those 10 minutes you overslept made you hurry a lot that morning, giving you firsthand adrenaline to start your new job all in. Rushing up the stairs of the station with a bag of crackers on one hand, your lunch bag on the other while slumping your bag upper in your arm without dropping the folder that held your final essay pressed under your armpit, all while trying not to collide against anyone in your way.
You had arrived along with the train; just as your foot stepped on the platform the train came in, door opening immediately and letting you in, taking the spot you used to take for when going to college. You managed to finally get your folder in your bag, slide the strip over your shoulder and finish the cracker in your mouth, swallowing it dry; and there, right there was when you saw him, sitting two seats away from you on the opposite row, his backpack resting his lap as he sipped from the cup of coffee on his hand, black hair styled neatly back, not a single strand poking out.
