#cloakie

[fancypersonvoid]

Watch "Dr Strange and his Cloak being a power couple for 3:24 minutes" on YouTube

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Wondering what the level of interest is for a fic that is told (at least in part) from the Cloak of Levitation's point of view.

[harlekin6]

Hahahah soooo cuuute💕🤭 @purplefeathersandblackleather

And that is why the idea of swapping costumes was rejected 😅

[Art by miu_akatsuki - the link is in the source!]

[rapidhighway]

i dont really care for gijinkas but its so late im delirious but i felt like drawing have this

[venacoeurva]

It’s cold in the Vale so he’s gotta bundle up!! Also the soul cairn effects on the body negated his hair spell and it’s normal again (partially bc it makes sense to me but also I like his mw era hair best lol)

-Please do not reupload, edit, or use.-

[brambleheartthestrange]

CLOAKIE CLOAKIE CLOAKIE

Shout out to the real Doctor Strange MVP (or should we say MVC)

[andrewbarrillustrator]

March 1, 2023: I never trusted those Ancient Order of the Nobels of the Shrine of the Flying Eye guys. Something was always weird about their club houses. #creaturedrsign #cryptid #fraternalorder #secretsociety #cloaky #monster #horrorart #horror #mutant #mummy https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYd-HnuAYx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ednaeflowers]

nice nice

[lycheejuicebox]

me when i'm so angry i can't even fart

[laurenhufflepuff2]

[fancypersonvoid]

Story: The Life of a Cloak and a Sorcerer

Adorable 🥰 I love the Cloak so much!!

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

@mousedetective

For the Stephen Strange x Female Reader prompt: how about a cute fluffy little thingie where the question comes up whether Cloakie ever needs to get into the washing machine?

I hope you find this cute & fluffy, Nonny. Thank you for the prompt, it feels good to stretch my writing muscles, and I'm hoping it helps get me in the writing groove again!

pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader, established relationship

characters: Stephen Strange, Reader/Y/N (also a practitioner of the Mystic Arts), Cloak of Levitation

rating: general audience, fluff with undertones of mutual longing

word count: 1.5K

You had left Stephen to sleep in this morning. As happy as you were to have him safely home at last (and having proved both your relief and delight to him three times in all, throughout the very delicious, velvet dark of night) you had awakened to watch him sleeping peacefully (his battle wounds already on the mend from the healing spells you’d cast when he finally stumbled through the portal from Crete), and had resolved to make him take some much deserved downtime for at least a day or two.

And so, you had silently slipped from his bed, loathe to leave his warmth behind, but fully intent upon spoiling him rotten in even the most mundane ways. Sorcerer Supreme he may be and a heroic, selfless servant to humanity, but he was still a flesh and blood man, and he deserved every ounce of the love and attention you planned to lavish upon him. You soon had his favorite, non-magical, breakfast foods prepared and left warming in the oven for once he was awake.

Next, you had gathered his discarded, slightly bloodied but heavily battle-singed tunic and leggings from the bathroom floor (where they’d fallen when you’d peeled them off of him the night before) for a thorough laundering, and once they were clean and dry, you worked the restoration spell yourself, instilling each magical stitch with protective charms and all the love that bloomed anew within your heart each day you were blessed enough to call yourself his woman. Though Cloak was in obvious need of a good washing too, it had flitted off the very moment that Stephen had let himself sag into your arms, and you hadn’t seen a flash of it since. You decided to track it down later, determined to relieve its Master of that chore as well.

Tiptoeing into his bed chamber, you found that Stephen had flipped onto his stomach, his arms tucked beneath his pillow and the sheet nestled around his waist—so that you went all soft inside, biting your lip against a longing sigh at the sight of his warm, inviting flesh. His broad shoulders that carried so many thankless responsibilities. His perfectly toned expanse of back, marked here and there with battle scars, which ever drew your loving attention, as though you would give him the sweetest, most gentle gratitude, which an unknowing world owed him for the protection he provided it. Aye me, you thought; the lover’s sigh of Juliet often came to mind when you looked upon his beautiful form, amazed in knowing that his heart belonged to you as much as yours did to him.

“I can feel you watching me,” he mumbled into his pillow, his sleepy voice so rich and deep that a thrill ran through you and settled in your solar plexus. You had to tighten your grip on the laundry basket, defying the sudden urge to jump his bones.

“I wasn’t sure if you were awake yet,” you tried to reason, blushing as much from the fib as from the spark of desire he had conjured without even trying. “I didn’t want to disturb you, darling…”

Stephen gave a sinful sounding groan, and with some effort and a wince or two, turned onto his back. Obviously, he was still feeling the effects of his struggle to cast a trio of immature Lamias back into the Shadow dimension from whence they had escaped; likely he needed another rubdown with the charmed salve you had treated his muscles with last night. “I was hoping you had every intention of disturbing me, honey,” he replied, smirking wickedly and patting the mattress beside him.

“Stephen,” you tutted, setting the basket with his clean robes on the foot of the bed. “You needed your rest, and…well…” you shrugged, looking away from the warmth of his gaze, trying to maintain a semblance of decorum, “…so I decided to…putter…”

His smirk grew into his trademark, shit-eating grin. “Putter?” he chuckled, “Pray tell, my saucy sorceress, how exactly did you putter?”

When he looked at you this way, it got harder and harder to concentrate on whatever task was at hand, let alone expressing yourself cogently. You knew for a fact that Stephen enjoyed how flustered you got when he turned on the charm, and how easily you turned to putty in his hands. You squared your shoulders, trying your best to keep your cool. “I’ve got breakfast keeping warm in the oven, and…I took care of your laundry…”

“You didn’t need to do that, honey,” he replied softly, sitting up and patting the bed again, looking touched by that modest tender of your affection. “I don’t expect you to take care of me that way, sweetheart.” Stephen reached his hand out to you, the heat of the moment quietly banking, as a sort of wonder filled his gentle blue eyes.

Of course, that was enough for you to take a seat and slip your hand into his. “I know you don’t, but…but I like taking care of you, darling. It makes me happy. And since I can’t be with you when you go into those…dangerous situations…” Tears prickled your eyes, but you blinked them back, remaining as resolute as ever to keep him from seeing how much you worried about him when you couldn’t be there to protect him even a little. “Since I can’t help you fight your battles, the least I can do is make your life…comfortable, and…well, worry free.”

He raised your hand to kiss your knuckles. “You already make coming home the best part of any day, honey. Which is the surest motivation for me to give whatever enemy I’ve gotta face, a swift and mighty kick in the ass.”

Though you rolled your eyes, you allowed yourself to take his loving assertion to heart, then leaned in to brush your lips to his, lingering as you asked, “So, um…you ready for some brunch?”

“Not until you’ve given me a proper good morning kiss,” he husked, and cupped your jawline in his free hand. At his prompting, you parted your lips, allowing Stephen to deepen your connection, well beyond what anyone would consider ‘proper’. You hummed contently when he finally released you, and then opened your eyes to catch him grinning as he teased you, “Yup- I’m definitely…famished…now.”

You gave a little shiver at the innuendo, considering it a promise of later satisfactions, and stood up to hang his sorcerer’s kit in the closet and put away the rest of his clean clothing. Stephen slid out of bed, clad in his comfiest pajama bottoms, and pulled a well-worn, gray cotton tee over his head. You caught a flash of red out of the corner of your eye, as Cloak ducked its collar just inside the doorway. Noting your attention, it zipped away, leaving only a swirl of air in it’s wake, while you called after it, “Hey! I was looking for you this morning. You’re due for a good wash up before you leave the Sanctum again.”

Stephen came up behind you and planted a kiss just beneath your ear, while sliding both arms around you. “Yeah, not a good idea, sweetheart,” rocking you gently, “Unless you’ve got a degree in cat-herding I don’t know about…”

“I’m sorry- what?”

His breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck as he chuckled, and you felt his amusement in the soothing vibrations of his chest against your back. “I discovered early on that Cloak prefers to see to its own…maintenance. Except when it’s experienced some kind of physical damage that requires magic—or a tailor—to repair…”

“Seriously?” You wondered for a moment if your boyfriend was teasing you again.

“Absolutely,” he assured you, “For some reason I haven’t been able to decipher—since it’s an open book about everything else—Cloak is a creature of privacy when it comes to…bathing.”

You had to giggle at that. “And I suppose it prefers to shower when you’re not around?”

“God, no,” he laughed, urging you into the hallway and on the way to the third-floor kitchen, where brunch awaited, “Once we’re out of the way, Cloak is gonna indulge in a good, long soak in my bathtub. So, we need to steer clear of my chambers for, um…about an hour…”

You smacked his shoulder lightly, “Now you are teasing me!”

“I most certainly am not.” Stephen crossed in front of you, backpedaling on his bare feet, “You didn’t really think those lavender and sage bath salts were mine, did you?” His eyes glittered with good humor. “Now c’mon—I’ll race you to the kitchen. Loser does the dishes.” With that he was off, his long legs taking two stairs down at a time, while you didn’t even try to catch up—your mind pleasantly occupied with wondering what cozy nook the two of you might find to while away the time in, until Cloak’s ablutions were through.

My Doctor Strange Master List

Thank you to @englishable, who suggested that trying to wash the Cloak of Levitation might be very like trying to give a cat a bath.

[askthecloakoflevitation]

Gives Cloak some glitter filled pepper balls"If that man harasses you again just throw these at his face."

*grabs the pepper balls* Thank you! This man is gonna know the real reason I was locked up before I met Stephen.

[nach0]

hi! look at my ocs boy

i have made new ones and no i don't have a problem

this is nova she was created with one of those oc design challenges based of your bedroom this time which i thought was a unique one so i did it

uhhhh no plot yet

she has her own pocket dimension that's pretty empty and she thinks she likes it that way but as she grows she slowly starts to fill it with things that remind her of her friends

green everything bcse i wanted to

this is cloaky cloaky has no real name but i like it

it's a failed pearl ghost design for a thing but it didn't have quite the vibe so now it gets its own thing

[au-drayton-shenanigans]

what if there was a mer crispin?

//Well there would normally be a Crispin and everyone else in all the aus too Unless sometimes when an au follows a different kind of timeline. Beast's does (though in Beast's universe, Crispin is an ancient legendary hero, who would be. long dead and turned to dust. if cloak guy didn't accidentally give beast au Crispin immortality during a time travel situation)

There's totally a mer Crispin. I just haven't drawn him.

I have a silly edit thingy of beast au Crispin though :)

[harlekin6]

@purplefeathersandblackleather 🤣🤣🤣🙈💕 i would cook for him

Strangetober, Day 10.

This is an inside joke between me and @avalypuff, but I hope you all enjoy this regardless!