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Doctor Strange
@strange9999.bsky.social

⠀⠀⠀⠀he/they/ze
⠀⠀Master of the Mystic Arts
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occasionally a smartass
“Yes, was.”

His smile falters.

“It was a long time ago now”
November 1, 2025 at 3:32 PM
He chuckles. “Brains. I was a neurosurgeon,” he says.
November 1, 2025 at 8:25 AM
“Doctor Strange,” he says, holding his hand out in greeting. It’s wrapped with bandage just like his face is. “But for the moment, you can call me Zombod”. He winks.
October 31, 2025 at 8:52 PM
“It’s for the occasion — I don’t walk around like this usually”
October 31, 2025 at 7:20 PM
“America,” Stephen greeted with a smile. “How are your studies going?”
October 31, 2025 at 7:06 PM
{ starter for @surge0npalmer.bsky.social }

Coffee. The only thing he had found in the Sanctum was three years past expiry date, and traveling to Kamar-Taj for a cup was … not an option. So he had tossed away the old package and changed into something comfortable before heading out.

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October 31, 2025 at 7:00 PM
// spooky starters because yes 😎
October 31, 2025 at 6:59 PM
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Stephen asked as he picked up one of the flashlights. He tapped the button once and arched an eyebrow when the light was fluorescent green-ish rather than white.
October 31, 2025 at 6:59 PM
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So he leaned one elbow against the table and propped his chin into his palm, gazing out the window into the distance and watching the cars drive by.
October 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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After giving his order to the barista, he pulled the scarf away from his neck and picked a seat next to the window. Had he remembered his phone? Yes, it was in his jacket pocket, along with his wallet and a few small trinkets.

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October 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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and into a coffee shop a few blocks away. Far enough from Times Square, but close enough to the Sanctum to not be inconvenient. He might have visited the place before, once, back in his surgeon days. It felt so very long ago now.

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October 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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made the roads and sidewalks gleam. An evening walk might do him good. New York was … surprisingly empty for this time of day. The city that never sleeps was napping, if that term could be used for such a thing.

Stephen didn’t mind it. He appreciated it, in fact, as he walked down the street

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October 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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It had been some time now since he had visited a good old coffee shop, after all.

Outside the doors in the streets of New York, summer had reached its end and fall had taken its place. Wet leaves were dotting the ground in places where the crowd was thin, and a light rain

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October 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM
I was being genuine, old friend. I might’ve … stumbled and twisted my ankle, that’s all.
October 15, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Oh, none for you, only about three for myself
October 15, 2025 at 1:22 PM