So, Im Wondering If I Should Write This Fanfic?

So, I’m wondering if i should write this fanfic?

And im putting a snippet here, so if anyone likes it, wants to be tagged (should i write it), has suggestions or improvements, please let me know. it will be a series, if i ever get off my lazy procrastinating bottom

initially it started out as a loki x oc fic, but at this point im rewriting and second guessing so if anyone has any good ideas PLEASE tell me ill probably be eternally grateful.

TITLE: THE SORCEROR’S APPRENTICE

“Hey there guys, I’m here.” Her voice sounded mechanical even to herself as she whispered through the machine. “FRIDAY could you please unlock the door for me?”

“Sure, miss Leah.” The door opened in a swift motion, closing after her the moment she entered. Tony faced her, looking up from his table where pieces of machinery he was tinkering with lay like broken toys.

“Oh, hello miss apprentice. How many times I have told you that entrance from the back door is not appreciated?” He said with a smile. Leah laughed at she took a chair beside him. “Hey there mr.Stark. my deepest apologies. Besides, I told you, its Leah.”

“Leah. Tony.” He muttered with another smile, as she waved her hand in a quick pattern, opening up a shining portal, from whose depths she pulled out a thick stack of files. Dumping them on the table, she executed a mock salute. “Here you go. I know you don’t like ‘being handed things’, you it quite clear the last time.” She grinned. “Boss wanted you to have the new and updated list as you requested. He also asked me to mention that he won’t be able to make the meeting tomorrow.”

“You still call him ‘Boss’ despite his continuous attempts to convince you otherwise?”

Leah laughed out loud. “Well, fine. The new Sorcerer Supreme has sent me here with the materials you requested, about the greatest threats to the planet.” She even gave a mock bow as Tony laughed as well. Taking the stack of papers, he gestured her to join him for breakfast in the common room, to which she happily agreed, hoping to finally meet the other avengers who had returned to the compound.

Leah Ashtaroth was the apprentice of the current Sorcerer Supreme, the enigmatic and proud Doctor Stephen Strange. Up until recently she had trained with him in Kamar Taj, a new young recruit who found solace in the spiritual place after a severe accident and injury. Now the chief apprentice, she was in charge of what he termed ‘Public Relations’, especially dealing with the Avengers and cooperating with them for ensuring peace. It took them a while to get used to the fact that ‘Wizards’ existed in real life, but she had spent a few months convincing them, and now they had warmed up to you.

tagging @tastefulsimplenotes (hey i started working on this idea a little bit, is it okay to show you?)

and @minnie-marvel (because i love you and your writing senpai, and i hope its no bother)

and @deamstellarus and @shadow-emerald-gold because i value your opinion a lot, and hopefully im not troubling you with this.

also @thecooingcat just because \_( > o <)_/

Yep ^

honestly if you’ve been kind to me (even just for once), im 102% sure i will appreciate and remember your goodness forever

So today I got this notification. Like. The staff sent a recommendation of their own blog. A blog which I follow by force (lol no by choice) I just feel like the staff at tumblr is one of the best ever, and you can't convince me otherwise.

SITTING IN SILENCE We sat together in the room, You, me and silence While memories put on an age old play Accusations making a cameo once more Feelings peeked out, before running away in tears Words spoken danced along to the tunes Letters written flitted across as well As time pulled down the curtains again. Here we are, now two strangers Sitting together, like corpses who can talk.

A piece of original poetry | Sitting In Silence (Original please don't copy)

And I saw the bird fly away, Leaving the branch of that huge tree; It flew away into the sunset As if the bird and the sky were one. Into the bright, crimson setting sun.

Excerpts from a short poem written years ago... (Original work please don't copy)

I close my eyes and slip into a blissful sleep I dream of the prettiest things The moon and the stars and the pitch black night I soar through that sky on wings

Exerpts from an incomplete poem (Original please don't copy)