🧙🏻‍♂️ well fuck, another one of my friends has left this app because of dog shit behaviour from another writer. I’ll be sticking to X 🖕

He must. Strange let a smirk grave his lips, and again, he summoned his magic, hands slipping through the air between them. Her clothing changed. One moment a tasteful outfit, the next it was a clingy, black silk negligee that showed off every curve. "I am an artist." He said +

Oh she was a playful kitten, wasn't she? And Strange was about to be wrapped around her little pinkie. He holds up a hand, ignoring the tremble that cost him his career. "I was thinking about a transformation spell that would have you dressed in something far more suitable for the bed chamber." +

Seems like he's not the only one who has wandering eyes. He drank his champagne and watched her check him out. Making sure to flex a little and give her a reason to stay. He centers himself, breathes once, and concentrates on the idea of “ready-to-eat, bite-sized, warm, and balanced”. +

“Blonds are my weakness. I did marry one.”

Strange watched in fascination, he always had that look when Miss Hardy stopped by. The blond thief had more than a few men tying themselves in knots to get her attention. “Kind of you.” He moved to get the glass, sitting up in bed with the sheet around his waist, bare chest showing as he drank. +

He’d never ask and he’d never roll her that they were always lowered for her. “Is that my champagne? Did you pour me a glass?”

🧙🏻‍♂️ might fuck around and make a lewd alt on here yolo

“Doctor Strangelove is the other guy.”

“Miss Hardy, your opinion is most cherished.”

“Tylenol, or the locked cabinet stuff?”

“What I can remember of it.”

Swipes the sword in the air a few times just for show.

“Thankfully, as I said it, it sounded predatory.”

“Demons. Never spend the night with a Demon. By the Vishanti, I have never been this hungover.”

“Yes? No need to show a bottle of propofol and make a quip about sedation, then?”

“Is this seductive enough for you?”

These old hips don’t lie

“Maybe I’ll lay you out on the dinner table.”

“Miss Hardy, I’d like to take you out to dinner and do this the old fashioned way. You’re like a Time Stone, you’re both incredibly rare, and I’d risk the collapse of reality just to protect you.”

“I am am the Sorcerer Supreme. I bend the fabric of reality for breakfast. I do not bang. At least not in the way you mean. Why don’t we have a cup of tea and discuss your obsession with my hips?”

“You’ve mentioned that you want to break them, does that count or is this some other thing that Im too old to understand?”

“Breedable?”

Stole this (oops) Also permission to DM and discuss plotting/ships

"Might I suggest a sun protection spell?"

“Since you asked nicely.”

“10pm to 6am. Impossible in our modern day America.”

“Keeps you awake all night, you mean. Men of a certain age might need more than caffeine to be up all night.”

“All the Cat’s are out to play.”

Get that sleep

“It’s factually inaccurate to suggest that erections have a sound. If they do, seek help. But not from me.”

“Seems like I missed a lot while I was gone.”

“Sundays are for napping.”

🧙🏻‍♂️ is there any way to turn off retweets on here?

“My mind was on other things. And you’re not a cat, despite your many assertions.” He reached for her hand to pull her back into the bed beside him. “Let’s stay here a while longer, Felicia.” He smiled at saying her name.

“So much caterwauling. Was the Cat fixed?”

“Fully charged, I hope?”

“Is your bed full of apples by any chance?”

“Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”

"Felicia, no."

"So long as neither one of us is growing a third eye or eating gnomes, we're all good."

"Two things can be true at the same time. In my medical opinion, you look well. And in my own opinion, you are also looking well." He was verging on flirtation but didn't want to be creepy about it.

🧙‍♂️DM's for now, starters later today

"My soft spot for blonds is going to get me into trouble."

“Maybe I should go back to bed~”

🧙‍♂️DM's are open for plotting, too

He sighed deeply. "Around nine? Or will you be bathing at that time? I could make it closer to eleven? Or after I pay my respects to the Gracious One?"

"What an infuriating feline."

"Which is why I'm remaining silent. Brooding, even." "No harm done, Miss Bowen. You are looking well."