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naked tony with tentacles and vore undertones? nothing is “too kinky” for an iron man comic

share you source punk

i want to thank not only God but also Jesus

marvel comics really does have a bigger hard on for tony stark than all of us huh

they had this “tony with tentacles” kink for decades

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New set of LAZOR journals are perfect gifts for all of our fic friends.

So there are so many stories behind these LAZOR Notebooks.

Let’s start back when @copperbadge & @knottahooker campaigned to get Dubious Consentacles made into a canon tag on A03. The story of this happening is something that has been put into my brain by those around me who read MUCH MUCH more fan fic than I do. 

Because of this, Consentacles and Dubious Consentacles is a phrase in my personal vocabulary.

Then like 2 years ago @sufficientlytalentedfool and their sweetie got a Glowforge. Well, they paid for one, we only just got it a couple months ago. And I say we because we share a studio space and thus in exchange for the utilities portion of rent I get to use the Glowforge for all of my LAZORING whims.

But then ya know, due to conventions and stuff we haven’t really gotten to lazor much.

And then Universal Fan Con happened, or didn’t as the case may be. And we found ourselves looking at a large chunk of time without stock and many of our tools and materials (it was all crated and freighted to Baltimore) and a couple pending shows.

Queue LAZORING ALL THE THINGS.

And stress related insomnia.

And me having the brilliant idea while half asleep that we desperately needed a Dubious Consentacles notebook with a tentacle caressing it, and it needed to be pink (because pastel red for stop).

I of course mentioned this to a half asleep Mick so I wouldn’t forget, and was told, yes, but only if it came with an Enthusiastic Consentacles notebook.

So obviously that had to happen, and in green (for go) and with more tentacles.

And that my friends is how you can now get the perfect fan fic notebook to write your smut ideas in. Or take to work meetings.
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@flange5 thank you for the doodle idea!!! xDDD



[Image: Tony Stark, shirtless, with his arms held above his head by tentacles. One is curled around one of his fingers as well and there are others gently touching his bicep and chest. Tony is saying, amused, “Not how I saw today going…”]
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An interdimensional portal opens over New York and drops a tentacled alien in the middle of Central Park. The Avengers are called out to investigate, and hopefully return the visitor home. Steve has been brushing up on his diplomacy, but he never expected to be a liaison to an alien in such an intimate capacity, or that the alien would be so friendly. The unusual visit turns into the world’s best team-building exercise.
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This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!

“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and
Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re
registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is
actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve
recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and…
Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet
away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t
think even you could troll this hard.
Why are we getting called for this
one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local
biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,”
Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest
member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but
it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger
tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the
rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around
their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come
back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and
looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the
Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a
team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his
mental voice. I have new arrows for you
to try out.

Sold! Clint
agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated,
flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time
Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up
in a circular loop of Why? for most
of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the
conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It
was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of
math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world
with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that
conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently
she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair
was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and
was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water
glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered
gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the
attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He
was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around
the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know.
Plausible deniability is a thing.”

Keep reading

“I think he just genuinely hates flags.”

That’s where I lost it :D 

This Avengers with a psychic bond via living-day-glow-mood-tentacle teammate… this is a universe that there is more of, yes?

It’s the Happy Lights series! Well worth a read, I found them super enjoyable, though I noticed your “gen” tags and wanted to just warn up front that most of the series is very thoroughly not gen :D It arose out of the Dubious Consentacles tag festival we had a while back, though in general it’s less “dubious” than the tag implies. Really good stuff :) 

Ooops! Sorry for mis-tagging, I’ll go back and edit the tags. (To be honest I mainly had it there as an excuse to make a ‘gentacles’ tag.:-D) Adding the series to the huge pile of  ‘fic to read’ bookmarks! \o/

Oh, no worries! I wasn’t like OMG YOU MISTAGGED, I just saw you had tagged about gen and was like “If you want gen tentacles, you will get a surprise you may not enjoy” :D Gentacles was a super funny pun actually, I laughed :D 

You guys are killing me with this. 😂😂 honestly I need the laugh so much, so thank you!

Spare Parts Man sounds like a character from Medabots. (Think that makes me sound old? I remember the original Thundercats from the first time around. That’s old.)

Spare Parts Man was briefly an alternate identity for Tony: 

Iron Man Vol 1, # 196
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This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. 
Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!

“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and… Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t think even you could troll this hard. Why are we getting called for this one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,” Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his mental voice. I have new arrows for you to try out.

Sold! Clint agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated, flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up in a circular loop of Why? for most of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. Plausible deniability is a thing.”

Keep reading

“I think he just genuinely hates flags.”

That’s where I lost it :D 

This Avengers with a psychic bond via living-day-glow-mood-tentacle teammate… this is a universe that there is more of, yes?

It’s the Happy Lights series! Well worth a read, I found them super enjoyable, though I noticed your “gen” tags and wanted to just warn up front that most of the series is very thoroughly not gen :D It arose out of the Dubious Consentacles tag festival we had a while back, though in general it’s less “dubious” than the tag implies. Really good stuff :) 

Ooops! Sorry for mis-tagging, I’ll go back and edit the tags. (To be honest I mainly had it there as an excuse to make a ‘gentacles’ tag.:-D) Adding the series to the huge pile of  ‘fic to read’ bookmarks! \o/

Oh, no worries! I wasn’t like OMG YOU MISTAGGED, I just saw you had tagged about gen and was like “If you want gen tentacles, you will get a surprise you may not enjoy” :D Gentacles was a super funny pun actually, I laughed :D 

You guys are killing me with this. 😂😂 honestly I need the laugh so much, so thank you!
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Ladyshadowdrake has had a massively bad day. 

Link me cute animals being cute and precious and come ask me about tentacles, or whatever.

so, if octopus have tastebuds on their arms, then do tentacle monsters….sortof pet their food before they eat it? 

“SHAD GET YOUR ARM OUT OF THE ICECREAM, AND GET A BOWL LIKE A GOOD DENZIEN.”

WHAT? How did I never realize that tastebud-suckers were a thing??

That puts a whole new spin on snuggly tentacle creatures who cuddle with people, now doesn’t it? 

I swear, I just want to give you a hug.
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@arukou-arukou sent me the made-up fic title “Ten-tickles for Tony.” 

SO, first of all. You’re terrible and I love you.

This is Tony trapped in the underwater lair of a family of ten tentacled (non colony) creatures who are trying to decide if they should find another strange quad-limbed creature with which to start a herd, or keep him as the family pet. 

One of them realizes that he’s ticklish and thinks it is ABSOLUTELY the most adorable thing on or below the surface, certainly on-par with watching chambered nautiluses swimming backwards and knocking into things. They bring their friends over to see their new cuddly soft creature and hear the strange noises it makes. 

By the time the rest of the Avengers find him, he’s in a seaweed leash and being dragged around the ocean in a magical air bubble. He has resigned himself to being cooed at and aggressively snuggled by every new tentacled creature he encounters, and has permanent sucker marks on his cheeks. 

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