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Making Memories- A Doctor Strange FanFic (Intro)

Imagine being in the midst of your training at Kamar-Taj when Doctor Stephen Strange shows up. The Ancient One asks you to take him under your wing. You know you shouldn’t be attracted to someone as tragically flawed and arrogant as him, and yet by some sick twist of fate, you seem to be perfect for one another. How long can you really resist the attention he gives you?

Doctor Strange X Reader Romance


“We have a new student joining us today,” The Ancient One announces calmly at the end of meditation. “Everyone, this is Mister Stephen Strange,” she introduces.

A tall, slightly unkempt man steps forward and gives an awkward wave. “It’s Doctor Stephen Strange, actually,” he corrects. You can’t help but roll your eyes from the back row. Greeeat, you think to yourself. Another broken, pretentious jerk to avoid.

“Y/N,” The Ancient One calls, startling you. “A word please. The rest of you are free to go.”

With wide eyes, you obey, quickly scrambling to your feet from your cross-legged position on the floor. “Yes Master?” you step forward and inquire with respect.

“I’d like for Mister Strange to shadow you while he gets his bearings,” she explains. “Show him around. Answer any questions he might have to the best of your ability.”

You sneak a glance at the gentleman standing to your left. This should be fun, you think sarcastically, eyeing him up and down. The last thing you needed was some fragile skeptic looking to you for answers.

“I’ll do my best,” you say in the most convincing voice you can manage.

“Thank you, Y/N,” The Ancient One replies. “Oh, and- don’t let him give you too much trouble,” she adds discreetly with a hint of amusement in her expression.

You force a smile and nod. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[A/N: Sorry it’s so short, but it is just an intro. The coming chapters will be much longer. More soon, I promise!]


After a bunch of researching…it IS a Rafael DeSoto!

Black Mask magazine, vol.25 #7, December 1942.

In my mind, the pulp crime/adventure artist Mount Rushmore is a simple thing, Walter Baumhofer, Rudolph Belarski, Norman Saunders and mister *Shadow* himself, Rafael DeSoto.

There is one other fun thing about this issue, Flash Casey, better known to old time radio listeners as Casey, Crime Photographer.

More new pulps to come. #mypulpfinds

Ain’t No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down) - A Re-Animator Southern Gothic AU Fanmix

1. Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please
Don’t take that sinner from me

2. Bottom of the River - Delta Rae

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
Drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger
Drive your son like a railroad spike
Into the water, let it pull him under
Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive
The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder
Let that fever make the water rise
And let the river run dry

3. My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence + the Machine

My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it’s not just for work and it isn’t for play
He’s made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he’ll make one for you

4. Blood On My Name - The Wright Brothers

Not a spell gonna be broken
With a potion or a priest
When you’re cursed you’re always hoping
That a prophet would be grieved
Oh, Lazarus
How did your debts get paid?
Oh, Lazarus
Why you’re so afraid?

5. Ain’t No Grave - Johnny Cash

Well, look down yonder, Gabriel
Put your feet on the land and sea
But Gabriel, don’t you blow your trumpet
Until you hear from me
There ain’t no grave
Can hold my body down

6. Save My Soul - Blues Saraceno

So he hands me a bible
To take my last stand
But the devil he done ignore me
While the doctor does all he can
He said:
I can’t take you to heaven
I can’t save your soul
I can’t promise forever

7. Some Misunderstanding - Gene Clark

There’s been some misunderstanding
And I’d like to make it right
Both of us need inspiration
And the timing must be right

8. 7 Devils - The Goddamn Gallows

Old Mister Shadow,
Old Mister Rain,
Seven devils coming, whispering my name
Old Mister Shadow,
Old Mister Vain,
Trying to outrun you on the graveyard train

9. Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door I must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

10. I Will Never Die - Delta Rae

Old heat of a raging fire
Come and light my eyes
Summer’s kiss to electric wire
But I’ll never die
I will never die
You can bury my body but I’ll never die

11. Lose Your Soul - Dead Man’s Bones

You’re gonna lose your soul, tonight
You’re gonna lose your soul,
You’re gonna lose your soul,
Tonight, tonight.

12. Girl With One Eye - Florence + the Machine

I took a knife and cut out her eye
I took it home and watched it wither and die
Well, she’s lucky that I didn’t slip her a smile
That’s why she sleeps with one eye open
That’s the price she paid
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye

I’ll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry

13. Stand By Me - MONA

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid
Oh, I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

14. Blackbird Song - Lee DeWyze

Pack your things
Leave somehow
Blackbird song 
Is over now
Mouths are dry
River runs
Hands are tied 
Preacher’s son

15. Grounds for Divorce - Elbow

I’ve been working on a cocktail called “Grounds For Divorce”, whoa
Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep, whoa
Doubt comes in on sticks, but then he kicks like a horse, whoa
There’s a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
There’s a hole in my neighbourhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall

16. Landfill - Daughter

Throw me in a landfill
Don’t think about the consequences
Throw me in the dirt pit
Don’t think about the choices that you make
Throw me in the water
Don’t think about the splash I will create
Leave me at the altar
Knowing all the things you just escaped

17. Sympathy for the Devil - The Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man’s soul and faith

18. The Ghost Who Walks - Karen Elson

She looked at him with pleading eyes
He softly spoke,
“My dear, the love has died”
And then he muffled her desperate cries
Under the moonlight

19. Vampire Lake - The Builders and the Butchers

Oh, vampire lake
Where Dracula can teach you how to bite
And you can walk across the land by moonlight
And live eternally
And it takes a bite on me
Resurrect my body
I said your neck looks good to me
I want to reinvent your body

20. Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine

Holy water cannot help you now
See I’ve come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I’m gonna raise the stakes, I’m gonna smoke you out
Seven devils all around me
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I’ll be dead before the day is done

21. God’s Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down

Writing Prompts #28 & #46: Chivalry

Hey peeps! I decided to not only combine these two prompts, but also make this a continuation of Prompt #30: Outburst. This could be read as a stand-alone piece, but it might make more sense if you do follow the order :)

Anyway, the prompts were requested by these two Anons: #28 “Well, this is awkward” & #46 “Can I kiss you?”. I hope you both enjoy the story! ^^

It was a year and a half since you were lucky enough to join the BAU, and Garcia wanted to celebrate it with everyone. It was a happy coincidence that it was also the weekend before Halloween, and she insisted that the entire team and their loved ones went to the party in full costume.

Your sister and husband were in town along with your niece and nephew, so you decided to ask them to join you for the celebration. Space wasn’t an issue because you were going to have the party at Rossi’s; the more, the merrier, he had told you when you asked him if you could, in fact, invite them.

The minute you arrived, you were engulfed by two tiny pairs of arms. You had babysat Henry for JJ and Will a few times, either alone or along with Reid and Garcia, and you adored him. And then, there was Jack. Technically, you hadn’t babysat for Hotch, but he had asked you to come around his house a couple of times for… friendly dinners. You and Jack had spent quite a few Sundays on the Hotchner’s couch binge watching whatever it was that he was into at the time.

‘Auntie (Y/n)!’ Henry screamed as he charged towards you.

‘(Y/n)!’ Jack said a little quieter than his friend.

You got on your knees, not caring about your jeans one bit, and hugged them with all your strength.

‘How are you, boys? Seriously, you both need to stop growing! Look at you!’ you stood and put a hand on each of their heads to emphasise your point.

‘You’re short, auntie!’ Henry said laughing.

‘I’m not!’ you retorted as you tickled him.

You then introduced your family to everyone and chatted with the team as the kids played around in Rossi’s backyard. As the adults were taking turns to keep an eye on them, you went outside after a while, not realising that Aaron was already there.

‘Hey, there,’ you greeted him again with a bigger smile this time, happy to be able to spend some time alone with him.

‘(Y/n),’ he smiled back.

‘I didn’t know you were out here. You were hiding in the shadows there, mister,’ you bumped your shoulder with his as you stood next to him, each of you with a glass of wine in hand.

‘I wanted some peace and quiet,’ he said, and you agreed with a nod. As much as you loved the people inside, they could sure get loud when tipsy. ‘You were right: you and your sister look nothing like each other.’

‘Told you,’ you replied, before taking a sip of your glass. ‘I look just like my father, while she takes after our mother. She got the better deal, if you ask me.’

‘What?’ he turned to look at you, a confused expression adorning his handsome features. He was really close to your face.

‘Well, I mean, look at her. Her face is practically perfect, whereas I got this,’ you pointed at your face with your free hand. ‘I try to cover them with make-up but, I do have quite a few scars, you know.’

‘It may not be my place to say this, but those scars only go to show how much you’ve endured. You survived everything that was thrown your way. I personally think that’s beautiful,’ he said his little speech with a bit too much intensity for his liking. He needed to be more careful in the future.


‘Hey, Jack,’ Henry’s voice interrupted your little moment. ‘Why do you call auntie (Y/n) only by her name?’

‘Because when I started doing it, both my dad and (Y/n) told me that it felt weird, so I stopped,’ the child shrugged, and they all continued playing as if nothing had happened.

You looked at each other, not knowing what to say… You had told Jack in private one afternoon when Aaron had gone out to buy groceries but, you were unaware that Aaron had done the same thing.

‘Well…,’ he started saying.

‘This is awkward,’ you finished for him.

You both started laughing nervously, unable to control it.

‘Can we talk about this… later?’ he asked you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

‘Absolutely. Later,’ you promised him and went inside, in need of a distraction.

Dinner was really fun, aside from the occasional eye contact between Aaron and you. Either the team knew that your friendship had somehow turned into something else these past few months, or you two were good at hiding the current tension. Knowing them… it was probably the former.

After you dropped your family off at their hotel, you turned your car around as you felt your heart start fluttering inside your chest. This is just like every other time I stayed at his house, you said inside your head to try and calm yourself. It didn’t work. You were painfully aware that this was different. This was either going to take your relationship to a whole new level, or it was going to leave you heartbroken and struggling to breathe. Perfect.

You texted Aaron to let him know that you were downstairs, so as not to wake Jack up, and he buzzed you in. You tried to even your breathing out as you made your way up in the lift, and were somewhat composed when you pushed his apartment door –he always left it open for you. You walked in and found him sitting at the kitchen table, two cups of coffee in the middle of it.

‘Hi,’ you said as you sat down and took a sip from your mug. Strong with two spoonfuls of sugar, just the way you liked it. ‘Thank you.’

‘No problem,’ he smiled and copied your initiative.

‘Is Jack already in bed?’

‘Yes, I just tucked him in. He told me to wish you a good night,’ the sentiment melted your heart; you truly had grown to love that little guy.

‘He’s such a sweetheart,’ you smiled and looked down at your hands as you held the mug a little too tightly.

‘Actually, you are,’ he declared in a whisper, as he moved from the chair in front of you to the one next to you. He took your right hand in his left one, and used the other one to lift your chin since you were still focused on the mug. ‘(Y/n), I’m sorry if what Jack said earlier made you uncomfortable in any way, I just-’

‘Aaron, please, if anything, I should be the one apologising. I was probably way out of line when I told your son not to call me “auntie”. I mean, who am I to-’

You couldn’t finish your thought because a pair of lips suddenly landed on yours, and your brain pretty much short-circuited. You lost yourself in the kiss and, soon enough, you opened your mouth to deepen it. He broke the kiss due to lack of air, and you instinctively followed his lips, prompting a smirk to appear on his face.

‘Sorry,’ he said breathily, his forehead resting on yours.

‘What for?’

‘For not asking for your permission to do that,’ you smiled at his thoughtfulness.

‘So, ask me then.’

‘Isn’t it a little too late now?’ he laughed.

‘Do you want to be chivalrous or not?’ you challenged him.

‘Fine! Fine! (Y/n), can I kiss you?’ his smile may have been small, but his eyes held so much emotion.

‘I don’t know, can you?’

You laughed at your childish joke, until he silenced you again. You could sure get used to that.

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Password Protected (Power Rangers Rainbow Express RP)

“OK, guys. Heads up before we leave the train. Mister Conductor says the Shadow is based on a copy machine, and likely can make duplicates of us. They won’t be able to enter the train without the pass, but if we get separated, we need to set up a password so we know who we’re dealing with. Naomi, your password is the level of your Cleric in the campaign. Kris, your password is “Mont Blanc.” Hana, your password is ‘My brother’s a dork.’ And my password will be ‘Golden Spike.’ OK?