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Welcome!
This is a very canon divergent Tony Stark blog. I am pretty selective with my mutuals but usually give everyone a fair chance. I am 25 and will not write with anyone that isn’t 18+. I do not write smut with this blog, things are either implied or fade to black. My discord is available to mutuals and I do roleplay on there as well. My dms are always open~
- Loki of Jotunhein ❄
We love shipping in this house. 😍 Reblog if it's okay for partners to ask for a pre-established ship with your muse(s)!
Doesn't mean you have to accept, but you're totally down to discuss it!
Bruises and Bruising
WORDS
“Where did you get those?”
“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”
“Is that… a bootprint?”
“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”
“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”
“Do you want some painkillers?”
“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”
“How’d you get a black eye?”
“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”
“I like the new look. It suits you.”
“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”
“Talk to me.”
“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”
“Will you tell me how it happened?”
“Come and sit with me.”
ACTIONS
(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)
[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.
[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)
[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.
[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.
[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.
[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.
[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).
My links broke since I fixed my username. I'll be fixing it shortly 💜💜
Fugitives on the run sentence starters
Various quotes taken from films, tv shows, books etc. change pronounce as you see fit.
“Don’t you think that car has been parked there a bit to long?”
“I wish we could stay here.”
“You know we can’t stay here for long, we have to move.”
“They’re going to find us.”
“No cards, no phones, nothing that can be traced!”
“Now you are being a bit paranoid.”
“I’m not paranoid! They are watching us!”
“Is that my mugshot?”
“That’s your mugshot….. They really did’t do you any favours.”
“I made a call to my mother/father? It’s just one call?”
“Don’t tell me you called someone….?”
“Collect your stuff! Quick! We have to leave!”
“Someone noticed me! We have to go!”
“Run, just fucking run!”
Shh…. be quiet!”
“Stay low.”
“How long do we have to stay here?”
“We’ll stay here till we know everything is clear.”
“I don’t want to be on the run, i want to be normal!”
“We don’t have a choise we are on the run!”
“Pack your things…. We’ll move again tomorrow morning.”
Send 💍 to wake up the morning after getting married in Las Vegas
You decide if it’s accidental, on purpose, drunken or whatever you want.
—SELF-SACRIFICE
noun
for anything worth having one must pay the price.
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INDE TONY STARK - MULTISHIP - SELECTIVE - 18+ - LOVED BY VAX
NOT SPOILER FREE
Starter for a private plot with @hopeslastchxnce
―Forcing Tony to endure desk work was one of the easiest ways to get on his shit-list. Except he was already on Fury's shit-list, which is what landed him this task in the first place. Reckless as he frequently was, Tony had made one too many mistakes this time around. So now he was...grounded..for lack of a better term. No team missions, no causing trouble, basic tasks, or else. For his first mundane task, he'd been instructed to transport something important. Naturally, he had looked in the small metal briefcase the second he was alone with it. An infinity stone. The mind stone, to be exact, rested inside with a case file of instructions. The location was some odd boarding school called Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Tony couldn't find much about it in the SHIELD database, not that he had access currently. It was about a forty-minute drive to Westchester County from his penthouse in Manhattan. Not too terrible but Tony was however going to be the world's least enthused errand boy. As his car pulled up to the manor, Tony's arched one brow in surprise. It wasn't what he expected. The crunch of gravel beneath the tires of his Mercedes welcomed him onto the property. Sliding from the car, he snagged the case and let the door fall shut behind him. ❝JARVIS, keep an eye out. Who knows what kind of people Fury associates himself with.❞ Tony spoke aloud to his AI as he walked up the drive. A chiming beep from his wristwatch confirmed he had been heard. The front door loomed ahead of him and he frowned at it, further frustrated by his task. Dressed in a pale blue suit with a briefcase he must look like a door-to-door salesman at best. Drawing in a deep breath he raised his fist to the door and knocked. Three sharp raps against the sturdy material of the door. He figured whoever it was must be home, otherwise, Fury wouldn't have sent him so early. The sun beat down against his back in the early morning, reminding him of his lingering headache. Whenever he had days that frustrated him, he did what he loved, drowned out the bullshit with alcohol. Mainly scotch and whisky. The resulting hangovers were never fun, but he usually ignored them with coffee and sheer willpower. ❝Hello? Anybody home?❞ Let it be said that patience was never one of Tony's strong suits.
Trailing after the man, he took the stairs quickly and quietly until the voice from seemingly nowhere cut through the terse silence. Tony jumped out of his skin and had to steady himself on the banister to keep from toppling backwards. ❝Alright, whatever the h--❞ He cut himself off from all out swearing due to this being a school where children attend. Pushing forward with his sentence he continued. ❝ that was. Don’t get into my head with your sorcery or whatever it is that makes you do that. I’ve dealt with mad Gods controlling my friends and teammates heads. Stay out of mine.❞
Taking a breath he then went on to explain about the briefcase. ❝Technically I wasn’t allowed to see what was in this but I don’t care about Fury barking orders at me either. So naturally, I looked. Fury is forcing an object called the Mind Stone into your care. To be honest I’m not sure why he would want to give this to you. If you ever went fu--freaking crazy you could take over the world if you wanted.❞ Stepping inside the office he didn’t think twice about the doors locking themselves. Hell, his own at home did the same exact thing. Though that was due to JARVIS, not an ability. ❝He wants you to guard it, keep it safe from the hands of whatever creature is looking to use earth as it’s personal playground.❞ Setting the case on the desk he flipped the locks and opened it. The stone was small, bright orange, and faintly glowing. The power emanating from it made Tony’s skin crawl.
Okay I wrote 8 things in a row. Time for a break to do adulting things. Back soon ♥
❛ who did this to you ? ❜
❝I was ambushed, shot, and nearly blown up by some very bad people. It caused me to have involuntary surgery in some shit hole by a kind man named Yinsen. We were both prisoners and he didn't make it out. I will never forget him. He is the reason I'm alive today.❞
❛ why are you here ? ❜
―Rubbing the back of his neck, Tony sighed lightly. He couldn't quite place why he was so nervous, anxiety maybe, but he wasn't sure. Clearing his throat he spoke up. ❝I heard down the grapevine that you're a healer. Is that true?❞
❛ are you okay ? ❜
―Expelling a deep sigh he rubbed the heel of one hand against his forehead. After a moment of silence, he looked up, blue eyes focusing on Scarlett. ❝Not really. Hardly ever if I'm being honest today which apparently I am.❞
“ you changed me. ”
―Tony smiled softly and reached to place his hand on Loki's shoulder. ❝Don't cut yourself short. You've come so far and you should give yourself more credit. Loki you are so brilliant and capable of much more than the judgments placed on you.❞
"&"
―The idle touch to his skin made Tony jump, not expecting the sensation. Where the scars were it felt more or less numb, it was odd. Turning his head he glanced to Loki, arching a single brow. ❝Uh..hey. You startled me.❞
