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Tony Stark's Toga
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For when Tony does yoga in his toga. Mostly posting my prompt fills about Tony. Prompts are welcome, sfw only please! Please send asks! Every ask comes with a complementary batch of sprinkled Tony!
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tonystarkstoga · 5 years ago
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Original tags #daily reminder#that I called#america's ass#before it was a thing#2013#marvel#captain america#cap#sonnet
So Tight in Tights 
Shall I compare it to a maiden’s breasts, Thy scrumptious, firm and patriotic rear? My highly tried and tested taste attests Not apple cheeks, nor bubble butt, my dear.
For oh! where apples rot and bubbles pop I know thy firmness evermore remains I hope in time for me thy pants shall drop And I will copulate away your brains.
All boasts aside, for now the truth be told: No better sight on earth I’ll ever find To grope, caress, to hold and to behold! God bless Captain America’s behind!
Albeit that thou art my knight of knights I long to see thy tush so tight in tights.
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tonystarkstoga · 5 years ago
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what indeed... I have much need for them.
I'll have both please
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tonystarkstoga · 5 years ago
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Iron Bunny is no longer alone! Spider-Bunny is here to keep him company 😊
(Commissions for bunnies are open, for other things as well if there’s anything you need or want 😁)
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tonystarkstoga · 5 years ago
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Iron Bunny to the rescue!
#imadethisrabbit #dotpebbles #clairegarland #ironman #ironbunny #bunny #stuffedanimals #stuffedbunny #knitting #knittersofinstagram #knitstagram #knittedtoys https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx-BU-xoj5i/?igshid=1dgjpux5wdus0
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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Iron Bunny to the rescue!
#imadethisrabbit #dotpebbles #clairegarland #ironman #ironbunny #bunny #stuffedanimals #stuffedbunny #knitting #knittersofinstagram #knitstagram #knittedtoys https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx-BU-xoj5i/?igshid=1dgjpux5wdus0
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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(I'm posting my response to @drewthetimelord again in a separate post, because it doesn't just concern the story they asked about, but all my writing. So for all those of you who may have been wondering, here's the thing.)
I will, eventually. I promise. But I can't say when. I've been going through a really tough year and just started taking meds to help my mental health this week. I really really want to write, I just could not do it. It's not just writer's block, it's depression, and it took me years to figure that out. So hopefully, once my meds work and my therapy (CBT) does as well, I really want to continue this, because I love this story to bits.
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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@drewthetimelord
I will, eventually. I promise. But I can't say when. I've been going through a really tough year and just started taking meds to help my mental health this week. I really really want to write, I just could not do it. It's not just writer's block, it's depression, and it took me years to figure that out. So hopefully, once my meds work and my therapy (CBT) does as well, I really want to continue this, because I love this story to bits.
He could not find the room Natasha had told him about
(Another fill for the prompt game with the amazing @tonystarktogo :D Featuring the above prompt sent in by the lovely @aberwerzogausummichzufinden :) )
He could not find the room Natasha had told him about. The one with the skeletons. Tony guessed he wasn’t supposed to look for it, much less find it - rooms with skeletons didn’t sound like something anyone was supposed to find. Certainly not someone his age. He wasn’t even allowed to see movies with skeletons.
But he was curious about it. And it was exciting. Made his heart beat faster, he could feel it. That was good.
After his third round through the entire estate, Tony still hadn’t found the right room, though. It was a large place, chances were he had just missed it. And of course there were areas he wasn’t supposed to go, his father’s labs and study and bedroom, and people’s private rooms. How was he supposed to find a goddamn closet if he wasn’t allowed into people’s private rooms? The only actual closets he had been able to check had been his own - naturally Tony wouldn’t assume that just because he knew his closet it couldn’t be a good hiding place, that’s what the bad guys counted on, for people to be so naive - and Bruce’s and Groot’s. Bruce was his best friend, and he liked Tony to check his room, because he was scared so easily. And Groot was a kid, he didn’t even know people weren’t allowed in his room unless he said so. Of course he wouldn’t mind.
It had been a few hours by now, although Tony couldn’t be sure how long exactly, and he was starting to feel a little tired. He had missed lunch, definitely, and possibly also dinner. Jarvis would be mad, he wasn’t supposed to miss more than one meal a day. None, if he could manage, but Tony rarely did. He wasn’t going to give up now, though, not when he could feel he was so close to finding that room. Of course he had considered that Natasha had perhaps meant a piece of furniture, but there were no furniture-type closets in the entire estate, they all had walk-in closets, and even most of the shelves were let into the walls. Tony’s dad said it looked modern. Tony thought it only made this whole task more difficult.
As it was quiet enough to assume nobody was around, Tony decided to sneak into some of the others’ rooms. He was halfway through Drax’s bedroom when the door behind him flew open.
“Shit,” was all Tony managed to say before a yelling Drax was in his face […] FIND THE REST ON AO3 (because tumblr read more links don’t always work on mobiles, so I’m giving you an actual read more link).
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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In the Shadows of a Sunrise
A mini-fic for @billy-fucking-lee based on a small challenge we did. It was written to the song Love is Light by The Dark Tenor (link). Small warning for potential Thorki, although I guess there’s enough room for people to not read any Thorki beyond the brotherly kind into it.
In the shadows of a sunrise
The blood seeping into his remaining eye tinted his vision red even against the blue glow of the tessaract. He had perhaps never felt more connected with his brother than in this moment, when their eyes met. They knew how this was going to end, it was inevitable, and yet…
Thor felt the edges of his vision darken from the pressure of the fingers pressing in on his head, Loki standing in the middle of the encroaching darkness like a ghostly apparition. For a moment, everything slowed down and Thor was transported to a scene from his youth. A dark pool of water, and in the middle of it he watched Loki rise, illuminated by the red light of dusk behind him, his black hair connecting with the water as though it was part of it. The red halo around his pale figure had pulled Thor in until he was undenyably entangled with his brother without having moved from the spot.
Neither centuries nor strife had managed to sever the bond that had tied them ever since Thor had first laid eyes on Loki like this, had first discovered the beauty and vulnerability that was such an intimate part of Loki.
And now, surrounded by the smell of the deaths and fear of their people, this same vulnerability was laid bare before Thor. That same rope of red light that had pulled him in and bound them to each other was now pulled taut enough to sing between them. And it was that same rope of light that Loki had wrapped around himself, and it was cutting into his flesh, and into Thor’s hands trying so desperately to hold on, until his palms were wet with Loki’s blood.
“I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again,” Loki spoke.
And it slipped.
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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This blog is 100% SFW.
Please alert me if my icon is pixelated so that I know I’ve been incorrectly flagged.
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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Don’t Be Such A Grinch // FrostIron Ficlet
This is a small gift for my sweet @ketlingr ❤️ It’s not much, but I still hope you enjoy some fluff!
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“Tony, what in the nine realms have you done to the penthouse?” Loki has been staring for five minutes and he still doesn’t know everything is suddenly… sparkling. And bright. He was gone for a few hours to finish some mission Peter asked him to help with and comes back to… this. He doesn’t even know what it is that he’s looking at.
“Don’t be such a Grinch, Lokes,” Tony laughs and steps off the small ladder he used to hang up a big golden star in the corner. “It’s Christmas!”
“Not this again,” Loki groans and rolls his eyes when Tony steps on his toes and presses a kiss onto his cheek. “You know this whole holiday is made up, right? It’s stolen. You’re celebrating a pagan holiday that the church–”
Tony silences Loki with another kiss before he can continue, this time rolling his eyes too. “Can we not turn this into a history lesson, please?” Tony asks and tries to keep his smile up. “I know Jesus was born in summer and all that crap, but I’m not religious so I don’t care.”
“Then why do you insist on partaking in this celebration?” Loki asks and raises a brow.
“Because it’s fun, you spoilsport.” Tony returns to the ladder and carries it over to the big tree in front of the window. Loki didn’t notice it before. Apparently Tony was extremely busy while he was gone because the whole tree is already decorated fully, including the lights. “Do you want to help me put the star on the tree?”
“Sure, but it looks uncomfortable up there. I know you’re short but…”
Tony turns around and looks at Loki for a moment as the god walks over before it finally clicks. He’s about to say something in return, but Loki is already lifting him up and he can’t do much more but grab his shoulder to not lose balance and hold onto the star ornament in his hand.
“You will not put me on top of the tree, Loki! Stop it!” Tony shouts and laughs at the same time while Loki just grins at him.
“Didn’t you want a Stark on top of the tree?”
“A star, you barbarian!” Tony punches Loki’s shoulder, but still can’t stop laughing, not even when he’s carried over to the tree. “Don’t you dare, Loki! I will kill you, I mean it!”
“I’d love to see you try,” Loki laughs and brings Tony down again for a quick kiss before smiling at him. “Go on, put the star on it.”
Tony manages to calm down enough to smile too and nods, allowing Loki to lift him higher again. He could have used one of his suits for this too of course, but he thought it would be more fun to ask Loki. Turns out he was right.
An hour later the two sit on the couch, Tony leaning against Loki’s side and one of the god’s arms around him, each of them holding a cup of eggnog Tony made. It’s starting to get dark outside, but there’s no need to turn on the lights because Tony put up so many things, it still looks like the middle of the day.
“You know, it’s not that bad, actually,” Loki says and absentmindedly brushes his fingers through Tony’s hair, who sighs contently. “You really outdid yourself today.”
“It’s your first Christmas in earth, isn’t it?” Tony asks and shrugs. “I thought you might enjoy it.”
“I do,” Loki smiles and presses a kiss onto Tony’s head. “It’s quite beautiful, I have to admit. But… I don’t have a present for you. You give each other gifts, don’t you?”
“I already have my gift,” Tony says with the smirk and puts his cup down. He shifts enough to rest his head on Loki’s lap, looking up at the god. “You’re here, that’s the only thing I could’ve asked for.”
“You’re a hopeless romantic, Stark, do you know that?” Loki laughs and shakes his head. He is, but Loki finds it quote endearing.
“I don’t really have a gift for you either actually, unless…” Tony grins and takes something out of his pocket suddenly. It’s a small red bow he puts on his head before saying: “Do you think I’m gift enough?”
“Best gift in the world,” Loki grins and leans down to kiss Tony again, wrapping his arms around him possessively. Maybe it’s not that bad to celebrate for once. It makes Tony happy and a happy Tony is Loki’s favorite.
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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Meanwhile, I'm hoping for any shred of an idea to distract me from working on my Master's thesis... sooo if any of you need an outlet for your asks, or a source of Tony stuff... throw things at me and I might be moved to write you something while we all wait for @tonystarktogo 's return
A quick warning to you all: 
I’m participating in the Nano this year which unfortunately means I have even less time to write for this blog. On the bright side, December I’m planning to pick up on things again, and I already have a Christmas story in the making. 
For now, just assume I’m not dead if you haven’t heard from me in a while :) I’m probably just working, studying or writing Loving London and I’ll definitely be back!
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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Awww yes! Perhaps if it grows a little more I'll put in the effort to string it all together some more, flesh it out a bit... we shall see ;) I suppose more ideas won't hurt to help it all grow (hint hint) 🤔
You should post the socks verse on ao3, guys. It's just so good.
Awww thanks, I’m glad you’re enjoying the madness of this verse!! Problem is, the #torture sock verse as it is right now is more of a prolonged headcanon than a fleshed-out story, which is why I don’t think AO3 is the right place for it, you know? But we’ll see.
Anyways tagging @tonystarkstoga because the praise belongs to you as well :)
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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Oooh interesting! I expected some PTSD-related incident / refusal/inability to eat... I wonder what Thor has done to deserve socks of his own! Or maybe it's something he hasn't done...
@tonystarkstoga challenged me with this brilliant post and a guess you’ll have to figure out what Tony finds :P 
The cheek!! :O And well, here we go…
First of all, it should be made clear that everyone keeps a careful count on the number of socks every team member got. 
Clint carries his count of 0 as a badge of honor (and, on an unrelated note, measures every team member’s likelihood of being emotionally compromised by their sock-count). (So does Natasha. That doesn’t stop her from wearing hers.) Contrary to Steve, Natasha also sees them as a sign of Loki’s own bonds towards them though. 
Steve keeps an eye on everyone’s stock because it’s his job to know these things (and also because he loves gossip and isn’t fooling anyone.) Bruce uses them to keep count on who is Loki’s weekly favorite and absolutely doesn’t make bets based on anyone’s socks. Of course not.
Thor pouts about his lack of socks a lot. They usually distract him by sending him to the negotiations with SHIELD – which may explain why those take so long.
The only thing in regards to The Socks™ everyone can agree on is that if Tony doesn’t have more than anyone else, something is wrong. And Loki will probably try to kill them. At least that’s what Clint insists on.
(Nobody ever disagrees with him though.)
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As for what Tony finds, well, he’s not entirely sure about that. What he finds, I mean. The most surprising part is probably that he does find Loki (he’s honestly half-expected the guy to pull a disappearing act on them, now that he has recovered physically from SHIELD’s hospitality), but so far Loki continues to stick around. No one has asked him why yet.
When Tony enters, Loki doesn’t gut him with a knife (or threatens as much, which is actually a pretty normal greeting for, you know, them). Instead, Loki is sitting on his bed – still impersonalized and white like a hospital bed, despite his strengthening magic and Tony’s offer to buy some furniture. He doesn’t look at Tony. Or otherwise acknowledge his existence.
He’s too busy glaring at a pair of socks in his hands. They’re a dark red, with a complicated pattern that makes Tony want to poke it.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Tony asks instead because there’s no telling whether Loki might bite him if he touches the socks. Loki can be odd about those socks.
“Your pathetically limited imagination and obsessive desire to address me with demeaning nicknames fail to amuse me.” is Loki’s predictable response.
Tony lets out what he’ll deny is a relieved breath. Talking Loki is usually a good Loki. Or, not good maybe, but at least not murderous.
“What’s wrong, couldn’t work out how to get the stripes right?” Tony cuts straight to the point. In a manner of speaking.
Loki doesn’t talk about essential things – a trait Tony can well-relate to – but the way he’s glaring at the pieces of wool has Tony legitimately concerned. Clint would be impossible to live with, if Loki proved him right, and right now, Loki seriously looks like he might.
“These are not mere stripes!” Loki snaps. He sounds legitimately offended. “They are Celtic knots, if you must know.”
His voice is sharp in that don’t-come-closer-or-I’ll-scratch-your-eyes-out way.
“Huh.” Tony takes a closer look. “Do they mean anything?”
It’s clear from the way Loki is staring at them that they do.
“A childish game, nothing but a waste of time,” Loki mutters darkly under his breath, and it clicks then, with all the subtlety of a fist to the stomach, and suddenly Tony has a very clear idea for whom these socks are.
This time, Tony lets the silence hang between them, uncomfortable as it is. This isn’t something he should get involved. This is something dangerous and volatile and complicated, and all Tony can do is lean back and wait for Loki and Thor to figure out where they stand these days.
Or watch Loki set the carefully-knitted socks on fire, as the case may be.
Suffice to say, that his team mates panic when the fire alarm goes off while Tony is alone in Loki’s room is a bit of an understatement.
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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For the #torture-sock-verse, since @tonystarktogo asked me a bunch of question - and of course I need to answer them.
like now we have Loki knitting and Tony being himself but is this going to be a longer process?
With Loki knitting and Tony essentially being himself, most of the Avengers were going back and forth between trying to fix the situation with SHIELD and waiting anxiously for the whole thing to blow up. Overall, it was quite... domestic. Besides the ongoing negotiations, things were calm: Steve took up drawing again and ended up drawing Loki, who had unintentionally fallen asleep during a movie. Bruce was cooking for everyone, making sure to bring some variety to their meals, since he'd travelled so much. It was almost easy to forget that they weren't all entirely comfortable with Loki in the tower, and that there were people who wanted to take Loki back to SHIELD, and that sometimes Loki screamed at night.
Is Tony the only one who gets Loki's things?
When Loki finds the drawing of himself, he steals it, or so he tells himself, ignoring the fact that it was left on the coffee table for him after everyone had cleared out of the room to let him sleep. The next day, a pair of socks appears on the coffee table while Loki is nowhere to be seen. Nobody touches it until Steve arrives. He chuckles and rolls his eyes at the familiar red-white-and-blue pattern. Whether it's a tease or a compliment, he accepts it graciously and is henceforth seen wearing his socks around the tower.
After every meal, Bruce finds a new pair of Socks dangling from the door handle of his private rooms. He's quite sure Loki does not know what the sock on the handle symbolises to most people, but he also doesn't bring it up. His socks come in all kinds of colours, but are mostly reminiscent of the meals he's made - a brownish yellow curry colour with some red and green flecks is his favourite pair. Soon his collection is only surpassed by Tony's, who finds a new pair every morning right next to where his feet first meet the floor when he leaves his bed.
Is he the only one who wears them?
The only time Natasha gets a pair is when she stabs Clint. Granted, she insists it was an accident, but Clint had been running his mouth about Loki and their whole situation, either not noticing or ignoring Loki's presence. He only dared to speak because Tony wasn't around, but it seemed Natasha didn't take too kindly to his words either. Loki hands it to her as he leaves the room, and whether he had planned them for someone else or for her in the first place is just as unclear as whether it was a trick of the light or they had really just changed their colour to black.
What about the others? They're probably sceptic, considering the last time they left Tony alone he got himself stabbed by Loki?
Everyone is a little worried when Tony decides one evening to head to Loki's room, because Loki hasn't come to dinner, and it's Bruce's turn to cook. They'd advise him against it if they thought it would do any good. But they also know that if anyone has a chance of helping Loki figure out whatever is going on, it's Tony.
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tonystarkstoga · 6 years ago
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Then I declare this torture-sock-verse.
K I know you're already into the weekend buuut.. how about Tony saving a villain (I love Loki so maybe him?) from some...less than humane conditions? Interrogation or just general conditions that Tony just morally cannot abide perhaps?
“Tony.” The sound quality of Tony’s non-standard Starkphone is excellent, which is why there is no missing the hesitation in Steve’s voice.
“Yes, Cap?” Tony prompts after a long moment of silence. He’d make a joke usually, but he’s currently got his hands full and really isn’t in the mood for a verbal sparring with America’s national icon.
“You wouldn’t know anything about why SHIELD declared you an enemy of the free world some twelve minutes ago, would you?” Steve asks finally. 
“Fury and I had a difference of opinion,” Tony says, curses under his breath. “And by the way, Cap, I’m deeply insulted that it took you twelve minutes to call me. You do know that I could have been dead by now or enacted DEFCON 1 protocol, right?”
“Tony.”
“It doesn’t exactly inspire my confidence, is all I’m saying.”
“Tony. Did your difference of opinion involve blowing up the helicarrier – the same one we’ve spent the past two months restoring to its former glory – knocking out fifteen trained agents and freeing a subdued hostile?” Steve asks, and even his question mark sounds exasperated.
“I did not blow up the helicarrier.” Tony is insulted. He hopes he sounds insulted too. “You would know if I had, believe me. All I did was rip out a couple of doors and blow through the landing pat. Nothing that can’t be fixed.”
“Oh for– Two weeks, Tony. Two weeks. That’s all I asked off you. Two weeks of not doing anything crazy until me and Thor are done clearing things up over here.”
“Yeah, well, change of plans.” Tony pulls out his professionally equipped first aid kit from under his work bench. “Besides Point Break is gonna take my side in this.” He shoots the currently unconscious form of Loki, resting on his emergency sleep couch, a quick look. “Trust me.”
Steve sighs. “Of course he is, Tony. We’re your team and we’ll back your play. But, for future references, I’d appreciate it if you wait with  starting wars with international spy agencies until I’m not half a world away.”
Tony thinks back to Loki’s screams and– 
“Noted. But this really couldn’t wai– Wait. What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we’ll be there in ten minutes, Stark.” There’s an audible smile in Steve’s voice. “And you better have a damn good explanation for this.”
aka in memory of the team we could have had. aka that time Thor tried to murder SHIELD.
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