Strange Talk

Doctor Stephen Strange the socerer sepreme, master of the mystic arts here to have some fun. Ask me anything you like. Will do roleplay. fan blog.

[doctor-stephenstrange]

Leaves a handful of holographic glitter in each pocket

Stephen sticks his hands into his pockets feeling something strange that should not be in there. When he pulls out his hands bringing out a hand full of glitter from the pockets. "Cloak!" The cloak perks up and flies off to somewhere in the sanctum to hide. "I know you know who did this! You are going to clean it up!" Stephen disappears to somewhere else leaving a puff of glitter behind as he vanishes.

[doctor-stephenstrange]

"You look very handsome today."

He looks to you with a smile and chuckles. "Really do I ? All I am wearing today just a t shirt and sweat pants."

@byondtheveil

[byondtheveil]

“Well you still look handsome... and happy which adds to it.” Rei enjoyed when Stephen was in a good mood. He deserved alot more of them.

@doctor-stephenstrange​

[doctor-stephenstrange]

"Well I tried to be happy for the most part mainly because I feel like the cloak scolds me like a child when I am apparently pouting and not in a good mood." Stephen conjures up a cup a tea in front of Rei as he make one for himself. "Want some tea? By the way you got any more sweets on you. I already ate the last batch you gave me. Wong tries to hide them most of the time because I eat through them. I should watch me self some times."

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Hi! For your prompts, what do you think Stephen strange would be like if the reader was overworking herself with her work? Maybe shes a bit of a firecracker and she works as a forensic psychologist and spends half her life filling in reports and case files for people and one night while stephen’s getting ready for bed and she’s sat there with a laptop filling in reports and she’s struggling to stay awake and maybe it’s been like this for a while. How do you think he’d get her to put her work to one side for a while without her snapping back at him?

(sorry it's taken so long, Nonny - I hope you find it's worth the wait!!)

Just a Simple Matter of Time

relationship: Stephen Strange x Female Reader, established relationship

rating: general audience

word count: 2k

Stephen stood in the bathroom doorway, shaking his head in sad resignation as he watched you yawn for about the twelfth time in the last half hour. He had known few people in either his old life or his new one, with a stubbornness that could rival his own. He found this quality in you to be both endearing, and frustrating at times—and never more so that right this moment.

From the beginning, he had held that the work you did was as vital (on a smaller scale) as his own. While Stephen protected humanity from arcane and unimaginable supernatural threats with his unique, mystical skill set, his nearly unfailing intuition and ability to think fast and outside of the box, and his willingness to sacrifice himself first and foremost to get the job done, you protected countless souls from falling prey to the evil which corrupted minds sought to inflict in their pursuit of some sick satisfaction. Doing so with a brilliance, courage, grit, and a dedication that had impressed him from the first day your paths had crossed. As one of the country's leading forensic psychologists, your work seemed to be unending, and so important to you that you rarely left a case unsolved, as you worked in a race for the necessary answers to prevent further victims from suffering foul outcomes—too often disregarding even your most basic needs in the process.

Like tonight and in the past several weeks, you were so driven to deduce where and how criminal minds would strike next, that you barely managed four hours of sleep each night. You absolutely needed a good, solid night of uninterrupted slumber; he certainly didn’t have to be a doctor for that essential truth to be clear. Stephen had been pointing that dire fact out with increasing frequency as your workload began to leave you scant time to decompress your overtaxed mind, let alone to tend to your physical needs. He’d gone from gentle reminders to concerned insistence, neither of which had gotten you any closer to giving in to the wisdom of his medical training. Or the loving concern of your boyfriend.

And there it was. The slow fall of your eyelids and the telltale droop of your head, as you appeared to lose the battle to stay awake. Stephen held his breath; if you stayed that way, it would be his chance to step in and pluck your laptop away and put it on the bed table. But with a surprised gasp and a jerk of your head, you startled awake again. You shook your head vigorously, meaning to banish the fog of sleep—and Stephen decided that was enough.

What to do…what to do, he wracked his brain for the umpteenth time. You were so close to simply passing out, that he’d need only the slightest of charms to push you past that threshold. But Stephen would prefer not to use magic on you to get you there, for it would be a violation of your trust. Unless you asked for that specific help, which was not likely in the least; he had humorously suggested just that two nights ago, and you’d been so irritable from exhaustion, it had led to an argument in which you’d threatened to throw the book at him. And eventually did, though your aim was purposely off the mark—but was enough for him to rule out that solution.

If he still had the Time Stone, he would’ve been able to set a single loop in time to allow you a good eight hours—no, ten; ten would do you much better—solid sleep, and he believed you’d be amenable to that solution. He’d utilized time loops himself for purposes of training, allowing himself to cram years’ worth of training into mere hours and days, and no one outside Cloak had been the wiser. Well, Stephen had the distinct impression that Wong suspected he had ‘stolen’ time in order to advance his mystic skills, although his taciturn friend had always chosen not to ask.

In the course of these extracurricular excursions, his fascination with Time Magic had prompted Stephen to an extensive study of the most ancient and arcane texts on the subject, some of them penned by the revered Cagliostro himself. With the knowledge he’d accumulated, he’d tinkered and experimented enough to devise several spells that gave him temporary control over the passage of time. Stephen had only ever attempted them in the Mirror Dimension—but now, desperate times called for desperate measures. For your own good, the time had finally arrived for Stephen to attempt the spell he had created in the desperate hope of getting you to rest.

He padded over to sit down on his side of the bed, but your eyes remained trained on your computer screen. “Hey,” he started softly.

You tilted your chin towards him slightly, giving him the barest of attention, “Hmmmmm?”

“Any chance I could get you to put that away for the night?”

You shook your head and drew a deep breath. “Not yet, Stephen. I have two more interview analyses to summarize after I finish this one. I want to have them done and emailed before I even think of sleeping.” You punctuated that assertion with another sustained yawn.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to put my foot down, honey…”

“Seriously, Stephen? We’ve had this discussion before—so please don’t waste time debating this with me,” you reminded him by rote. “It’ll be far more productive, and less exhausting for the both of us, if you just let me finish.”

“No can do, Y/N,” he informed you, in a tone confident enough to draw your scrutinous gaze his way. Thus assured of your undivided attention, he continued, “What if I told you I’ve created a time charm, with you in mind? One that can ensure you get the untroubled, unbroken sleep your body shouldn’t be doing without, while not taking a second away from your work.”

Your face scrunched—adorably so, despite the ire which Stephen knew he’d summoned by just the suggestion—and you took a deep breath, before trying your best to sound even-tempered and reasonable. “And I clearly remember telling you not to use magic on me.” Stephen wore his quirky little precursor to a smile, as though he knew he was going to win this point, despite your protestations. Your eyes flared as you added, “I remember it decidedly so.”

Stephen nodded, restraining the grin he had waiting in the wings, “As do I, honey. However, I won’t be using magic on you. Just a bit of magic on Time itself.”

Your mouth dropped open for a few moments before you scoffed, “Wait- I thought you said you couldn't…manipulate Time anymore…without your um…” you framed the next words in air quotes, “Time Stone…thingie…”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your continued insistence of calling the Time Stone and other relics throughout the Sanctum, ‘gizmos’ and ‘thingies’ and ‘whatchamacallits’, “I can’t do any big magic without the Stone. No peering into the future, no time loops, no time travel,” he confirmed, “But the most talented Sorcerers well back through ancient history have dabbled in what is possible with ordinary magic, exploring, defining, and expanding the parameters according to their own skills.” Stephen smirked proudly, “And I’ve managed to build upon their work.” He held both arms crooked in front of him, and snapped the fingers of his left hand, causing a huge, bronze hourglass to materialize in his right hand.

You gave a huff of a laugh, not quite ready to concede without a fuller explanation, “So, how is that gonna help me?”

Stephen unfurled his left hand dramatically, drawing your focus to the device he was holding. He then held his hand in an open-palmed, halting gesture and the fall of the sand appeared to slow.

“Okay, that’s pretty cool,” you admitted, pursing your lips and rolling your eyes at the inevitability of his persuasion. “How does it work?”

“Well, I can slow the passage of time to one tenth of normal. Within a limited bubble, of course…” Stephen was trying his best not to look too pleased with himself—and likely failing to some degree.

“Of course,” you echoed. “And the bubble?”

“Within the Sanctum only. And once all the sand has fallen into the lower portion, voila—the spell ends.”

“And I won’t lose any time to work on my reports?”

“Not to speak of,” he promised, “When you wake up, the real time will be just a few minutes from now.” You studied his face intently, searching for any sign that Stephen had given you any half-truth, in order to secure you acceptance. He shrugged and nodded, finally asking, “What do you say- shall we give it a whirl?”

“I suppose so…darling,” you yawned again, looking back to your laptop long enough to save your work and shut it down, finally placing it on your bedside table. You snuggled down into your pillow, and patted Stephen’s empty side of the bed. “Though I could use some cuddles to send me off to dreamland.”

“I’ll just bet you could, baby,” he grinned. He placed the hourglass on his nightstand with great care. Stephen had elected not to tell you the potential drawbacks of this spell, for you would have outright refused him. Your wellbeing was too important to him to over worry about those details. As long as the hourglass remained intact there would be no ill effects; if it was damaged however, the two of you, the Sanctum, and the small staff of Adepts in residence here, would be stuck living life at one tenth the pace of the world outside. A world none of you would be able to access until he came up with a magical remedy.

Plus, Stephen would need to keep watch over the sand, and remove the spell before the last particle fell. You were worth so much more than a single night of lost sleep, of course. He propped his pillows against the headboard before sliding under the covers. “C’mere,” he told you softly, “I’ve been missing the feel of you asleep in my arms for far too long.” He kissed the crown of your head before you tucked it into the crook of his neck—leaving him to hope that once you were well rested and awake again, you might spare him and hour or so from your ‘work time’ to catch up the intimate pleasures which the feel of your body pressed to his, reminded him that he’d gone far too long without as well.

[doctor-stephenstrange]

strange dance time. ( does weird dance moves)

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

We should be dancing together @doctor-stephenstrange​ - you’ve got some fun (and sexy 😍) moves going for ya!

(Um, yeah - I could probably use a lesson or two…)

[doctor-stephenstrange]

I would be happy to dance with you. I would not mind teaching you. Stephen gives beauty a bright smile then dances again.

@sobeautifullyobsessed

[allieehayes]

DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022)

[doctor-stephenstrange]

"You look very handsome today."

He looks to you with a smile and chuckles. "Really do I ? All I am wearing today just a t shirt and sweat pants."

@byondtheveil

[docty-strange]

go girl slip on that snow!

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

A little self-indulgent thing I'm playing with (written at 3am because I couldn't fall back to sleep). Stephen Strange x Female Reader. He finds himself falling, and it's not convenient (but then is Love ever convenient?) The last time he felt this way was...well, go read it and you'll see 😏

Stephen didn’t look up, not even when he felt you approach. Although he had mostly convinced himself this was just a way of checking up on your welfare, it suddenly felt as though a kaleidoscope of butterflies had been set loose in his chest and stomach. The last time they’d invaded with such fierce insistence was years ago; the first time that Christine Palmer had accompanied him to a Neurological Society Dinner—as a colleague only, presumably as just his ‘plus-one’. He was mingling and glad-handing through the throng, following an utterly forgettable speech by the Society Chairman. Working the crowd and collecting the kudos of his peers for a recent breakthrough in surgical technique which he’d chronicled in a paper for The Journal of Neuroscience, when he’d looked up and saw her reentering the banquet hall from a trip to the ladies’. And he had simply forgotten how to breathe for about a dozen heartbeats.

At the time, Stephen wouldn't have been able to say exactly why--but in retrospect the reasons became achingly clear. The combination of the light from the crystal chandeliers and the smooth silk of her dress clinging to her in all the right places; the way she moved while being completely unaware of how breathtaking she looked; and her honest, spontaneous smile when her eyes met his across the room, had done it. Perfect details that had brought those butterflies to vibrant life, along with the realization that he wanted her to be his. Not only in a physical way—but in wanting her undivided attention. The stimulation of her keen mind and the comfort of her laughter at his most stupid jokes. The softness and sanctuary of her heart opening to him as he confided the secrets and fears and insecurities that he successfully hid from the world. Precisely those things he could finally admit to himself, that he longed for from you. Longed for, right now...

tagging: @englishable @verafarmiga (because of the Christine mention; a reminder of how deeply she made her way into his heart--even when I have to play with giving him a new love ;-) )

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

*falls out from a portal looking to you breathing hard full of scratched and wounds looking worn out and in pain* Beauty. I am sorry that i had disappeared on you. I did not mean to leave you. Things came up and I had to leave. *feels drained and lands on the floor as the cloak floats off me to catch me*

Doc! *drops books she was carrying, rushes to his side* Oh, Stephen…*voice cracks as she realizes his serious condition* Cloak, can you get him to the sofa? *Cloak does just that while Beauty grabs a bottle of water from the fridge & rushes to the sink to dampen a dishtowel to clean his scratches*

*she kneels and gently slides a hand under his head* Here - drink this. Slowly though…please. *her heart feels like it’s beating a mile a minute* Do you need someone from the Sanctum to help you? If you can open a portal, I’ll get them as quick as I can…*dabs the wet cloth on his facial cuts, as tears well up in her eyes* Oh god, Stephen…even in such bad shape, I’m…I’m very relieved to see you.*tears spill down her cheeks* I kept telling myself that you’d be back someday. I just couldn’t…couldn’t let myself think of the worst…

@doctor-stephenstrange

[doctor-stephenstrange]

Stephen looks over to her with a weak and tries to lighten the mood but then he winced from the pain of the cloth touching the sensitive wounds. He saw the tears that streamed down her cheek making them damp. “Beauty why are you crying? No need to cry dear I am here now. Safe. I just did not know where to go and I had to come see you for the first thing of me being back”.

He looked over to the cloak and smirked saying “The cloak missed you a lot as well. It sometimes whimpered like a dog thinking of you” Stephen let out a chuckle as the cloak whipped the corner of itself, hitting its master on the leg. “But I missed you as well maybe a little to much, than I should.”

Stephen’s eyes ran over her face seeing all the details a features that he missed but they were burned in his memory. And he remembered that last moment they spent together he had left her with just a short kiss to her lips and a quick goodbye with see you later. But he had left her alone for sometime now and now he feels the guilt for it.

“I am sorry for the loneliness that I have caused for you.”

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Stephen winced when Beauty started to dab the scratches and cuts on his face, so she immediately eased up on the press of the damp towel on his skin. He was speaking to her so kindly, and her heart swelled with affection—for both Stephen and Cloak. She quickly swiped away her tears and gave him her sunniest smile. “These are just tears of relief, Doc, so you don’t need to be concerned.” He was studying her face so intently that she felt a heated blush fill her cheeks. Beauty lowered her eyes a moment, trying to compose herself and calm the butterflies that had suddenly come to life in her stomach—the ones that had gone dormant all the while that he’d been gone.

Though the fluttering was welcome and pleasant, she thought it best that Stephen didn’t see how almost giddy she felt, now that he was safely home. They had been getting closer before he’d gone away, quietly exploring the parameters of their budding relationship. Carefully going beyond just friendship—with Cloakie’s enthusiastic encouragement—testing the waters if there could be something more. Though she would never say it, Doc’s disappearance had been déjà vu to Beauty, and so like ‘her’ Stephen’s that she had concluded it must be that way in multiple realities. His presence now was proving that supposition wrong.

Doc’s voice, and his laugh when he mentioned Cloak, were so soothing and familiar, they made the weight of her worry about his safety these many months begin to fade away. “But you mustn’t apologize, Stephen!” Beauty set aside the washcloth, and took his right hand in both of hers, delighted to feel how warm and solid and real he was, and not like the dreams that had visited her on the nights she had missed him the most. “You were doing your job. People’s lives depend on you. Whole cities and worlds and…and realities.” She gazed deeply into his crystal blue eyes, “If I was lonely, it wasn’t your fault at all, and was nothing compared to how much you were needed and the good I knew you were doing.” Beauty left unsaid that there were many days she had been worried sick for his safety–for she would never inflict such guilt on him.

“Now,” she said brightly, “You must tell me exactly what you need. And I bet you’ve been missing a good, home cooked meal this whole time! Once you’re well enough, I hope you’ll tell me all about your adventures.” She raised one hand to brush through the fringe that shaded his brow, sighing softly before leaning close to brush her lips on just the corner of his mouth. Lingering a moment more, letting her breath caress his skin before husking, “Welcome home, Stephen. I’m so very happy you’re safe and with me here. At last.”  

@doctor-stephenstrange​​

[doctor-stephenstrange]

He still felt deeply ashamed for leaving her that way the other Stephen has done to her, well her Stephen. Sometimes he feels that he would never have that same special spot in her heart like he has. Though he respects her wishes and what she wants in her life, he still felt some what jealous. Stephen smiled wide to her seeing how happy she was to see him, even when she was trying to hide it he can feel the spark she has and the look in her eyes.

Then she placed a kiss to corner of his mouth while she lingered there for a moment and talked to him. He had to hold himself back to not press his lips to hers, he didn't want to invade so soon or at all. If she wished to have him, he would want her to make the first move.

Stephen sat up and tried to stretch his aching muscles hearing about food. "Beauty dinner sounds great. I hadn't been home since and i been eating things from different realms. Not the best choice if you don't have a iron stomach. I will be glad to have dinner and share what went on."

He looked down at him self and smirked saying "Though before we have a dinner Do you mind if I take a shower to clean all the dirt and realm gunk off me." The cloak flew over to her and nuzzled onto her shoulders making his master chuckle. "I guess the cloak will watch over you while I am away."

[doctor-stephenstrange]

"Would you like some banana bread?"

Stephen looks at you eyes widen a little but didn't want to show how excited he was to have your banana bread. He missed to taste those desserts she always made for him. " Yes I would gladly have some. Thank you."

@byondtheveil

[rox712]

Ana Martinez@wofstargirl

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[ben-locked]

Good start.

[doctor-stephenstrange]

FINALLY!!!

[petpacks]

doctor strange icons

[ravencatart]

Getting Strange

I finally made a redraw of one of my favorite drawings I did of of put lovely doctor. Below is the old art, you can also find it through out my blog.

I was so proud of the way it turn out in digital. (The damn cloak took most of my time to frigging draw cause off the damn chckermarks) but I love the cloak.

[doctor-stephenstrange]

Shall this be the after date photo.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

*falls out from a portal looking to you breathing hard full of scratched and wounds looking worn out and in pain* Beauty. I am sorry that i had disappeared on you. I did not mean to leave you. Things came up and I had to leave. *feels drained and lands on the floor as the cloak floats off me to catch me*

Doc! *drops books she was carrying, rushes to his side* Oh, Stephen...*voice cracks as she realizes his serious condition* Cloak, can you get him to the sofa? *Cloak does just that while Beauty grabs a bottle of water from the fridge & rushes to the sink to dampen a dishtowel to clean his scratches*

*she kneels and gently slides a hand under his head* Here - drink this. Slowly though...please. *her heart feels like it’s beating a mile a minute* Do you need someone from the Sanctum to help you? If you can open a portal, I’ll get them as quick as I can...*dabs the wet cloth on his facial cuts, as tears well up in her eyes* Oh god, Stephen...even in such bad shape, I’m...I’m very relieved to see you.*tears spill down her cheeks* I kept telling myself that you’d be back someday. I just couldn’t...couldn’t let myself think of the worst...

@doctor-stephenstrange

[doctor-stephenstrange]

Stephen looks over to her with a weak and tries to lighten the mood but then he winced from the pain of the cloth touching the sensitive wounds. He saw the tears that streamed down her cheek making them damp. "Beauty why are you crying? No need to cry dear I am here now. Safe. I just did not know where to go and I had to come see you for the first thing of me being back".

He looked over to the cloak and smirked saying "The cloak missed you a lot as well. It sometimes whimpered like a dog thinking of you" Stephen let out a chuckle as the cloak whipped the corner of itself, hitting its master on the leg. "But I missed you as well maybe a little to much, than I should."

Stephen's eyes ran over her face seeing all the details a features that he missed but they were burned in his memory. And he remembered that last moment they spent together he had left her with just a short kiss to her lips and a quick goodbye with see you later. But he had left her alone for sometime now and now he feels the guilt for it.

"I am sorry for the loneliness that I have caused for you."

[doctor-stephenstrange]

Don't mind me, just passing by... I'm just a fan, nothing more than a secret admirer :)

Well.. not so secret, I guess, but you get the gist.

- @your-dearest-jim

Hello...I am sure I have many of those secret admirers, both human and not human that may sometimes hide in the shadows.

@your-dearest-jim glad to see you came out of the shadows.

[sherlockspeare]

Benedict Cumberbatch’s parts from Marvel Studios’ Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness | Official Trailer (X)

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.