#inventor tony

[starker-sorbet]

Steampunk inventors and husbands

@starkerfestivals Bingo 2025: Steampunk au

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[mimpinightmare]

Just re-watched "Suspended Animation S3E9", and something that's been bothering me is how AWFUL Toni Vern name stuff-

Naming his fake company in "Magnetic North S7E6" (Los Angeles Academy in Magnetic Electrotechnology) 'L.A.A.M.E'? Seriously???

Naming that lil' robot in "Roblok Wars S4E4" he built for the 'Robotics and Football Exhibit' CHIP T. CHUCKERSON??? Yeah Toni, tell us who's your favorite without telling us-

In "The Determinator S5E9", naming the machine he made, (Position Apparatus for Understanding Likely moves), 'P.A.U.L'?!?!? REALLY?!?!? (Okay, maybe that one doesn't count- I like that one because how silly the name resembles an actual person's name-)

OH AND DON'T GET ME STARTED that he names his suite and himself for disguise, "RON NEVIT". BRO, THAT IS YOUR NAME AS AN ANAGRAM!! HOW PREDICTABLE ARE YOU, TONI VERN?!?!? (I'm surprise Supa Strikas hasn't caught on that-)

But again... his name, Toni Vern, is literally an anagram for:

'I N V E N T O R'

So really, who's really ahead of the 'Naming Game'? Well done Toni, You got me there. (You still suck at naming stuff tho)

[potatopassenger]

Usopp continues to ask the real questions

[satoshy12]

marvel DP

Tony was walking around the Expo, kind of bored of it. As he saw a young boy working on something, it looked like an energy source. And he put his hand out and read about the Patent the boy seemed to have written. It had a few errors, but with his young age, it was normal. He would have Jarvis and Pepper look over it later, so the boy isn't ripped off and cheated of his idea and money.

Tony found something interesting, and this will be a joy for him.

Danny, who was happy to have finished building the Fenton energy source from his memories, took a bit to fix it so that it used the Air and Wind in a room. It was weaker than what his parents created, but still very effective.

He could get money from it as he would like more pocket Money. 

[space-salaman]

where wolf bf

toni unlocked a new form! 🐺🌘

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[murderofcr0wbars]

Okay so this is 100% a 1:30ish thought but like

Why are movie inventors good at drawing?

Like them bitches always freehand the straightest edges and most perfect circles all while making it perfectly symmetrical.

These bastards somehow can perfectly re-create advanced materials without a reference, ask an artist to draw a power tool without a reference and unless they have practice they will have a fuckin aneurism

This fucker did that in a cave(with a box of scraps), he had no access to resources and zero time to actually practice shit out

Not to mention he literally drew different parts on different pieces of paper

EDIT: I straight up don’t remember writing most of this what did I do-

[afrotumble]

[tari-aldarion]

Spending the first minutes of 2025 like I spent most of 2024: thinking about Tony Stark and crying

[gunsandspaceships]

Tony is a God

If you ask people which mythological figure they associate Tony with, the most popular answer is Hephaestus. And that makes sense. Hephaestus, like Tony, is a disabled blacksmith who created all the weapons on Olympus. But this is the only similarity between them. While Hephaestus is the god of blacksmithing, crafts, and metalworking, Tony is much more than that.

He is a scientist (expert in physics, mathematics, chemistry, biology, AI and engineering), inventor, creator, futurist and prophet, philanthropist, benefactor, adviser, healer, warrior, leader, intercessor and protector of people from wicked gods.

There is another character in Greek mythology who has more in common with Tony than the god of blacksmithing.

He was born and raised as a titan, was betrayed by his close friend, was held captive and tortured in the mountains in the land of barbarians, took fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, created artificial life, saw the future and tried to prevent a catastrophe, participated in the war between the gods and the titans, and sacrificed himself for humanity by stopping an omnipotent god from obliterating the human race.

I just recapped Tony's arc in the MCU. But this is also the story of the titan Prometheus, god of forethought and fire, master craftsman, creator and benefactor of humankind, who stole fire from the gods to give it to humans, along with knowledge, science and technology, creating civilization.

Iron Man: Rapture

"Prometheus Bound", Christian Griepenkerl 

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[cece693]

Hii, I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your writing <3. And I also have a request for a Tony Stark x M!reader, where they're kind of opposites (?? Like, Tony knows math, physics, and stuff, and reader likes literature, sociology, etc. Maybe they're rivals, or Tony is just interested in the reader, so he learns about classics just to impress him.

LITERATURE IS OUR (ENEMY) FRIEND

pairing: tony stark x male reader synopsis: Tony Stark didn't do subtle. He was grand gestures, loud declarations, and endless charisma bundled up in tailored suits and tech brilliance. But this time, the genius billionaire found himself feeling spectacularly out of his depth—falling for a man who spoke literature as he did with technology.

Tony Stark didn't do subtle. He was grand gestures, loud declarations, and endless charisma bundled up in tailored suits and tech brilliance. But this time, the genius billionaire found himself feeling spectacularly out of his depth—and Pepper was living for it.

The reason was simple, infuriating, and utterly captivating: you.

You, who preferred Hemingway over holograms, Shakespeare instead of circuit boards, and Freud rather than fusion reactors. Pepper had introduced you at a charity gala, her old college friend who had carved a career out of teaching literature and sociology at Columbia. Tony had initially dismissed you as just another academic type, but when you'd effortlessly quoted Whitman during a conversation about morality and technology, he'd been hooked.

Now, Pepper had the dubious pleasure of watching Tony Stark, inventor and superhero, nervously pacing around his lab, muttering lines from The Great Gatsby. "I can do this, Pepper," Tony insisted, waving a dog-eared copy of the classic novel. "'So we beat on, boats against the current…' see? I've got it! He'll love this stuff."

Pepper raised an eyebrow, hiding her amusement behind a cup of coffee. "You realize he's going to know you memorized a random Gatsby quote off the internet, right?"

Tony paused, visibly deflated. "You think?"

"Absolutely," Pepper chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Look, just be genuine. Admit you're learning. He'll appreciate the effort."

"Effort?" Tony scoffed lightly, trying to regain his bravado. "Effort is me building an AI in two days. Literature, sociology…That's basically another language, Pep."

"And he's fluent," she reminded gently. "Just talk to him. Ask him to teach you something."

When Tony arrived at your office later that afternoon, you looked up, surprised to see him clutching a copy of Gatsby like it was his lifeline. "Stark," you smiled warmly, leaning back comfortably in your chair. "I didn't peg you for a Fitzgerald fan."

"Well," Tony hesitated, then sheepishly admitted, "I'm not. But you are, and I figured—well, I mean, Pepper figured—it might be my way to convince you to go out with me." You laughed—a sound so genuine and light that Tony felt his heart leap in a way no reactor could replicate.

"Tony Stark, using literature as his pick-up line?" you teased gently, eyes sparkling. "That's…actually pretty adorable."

"Adorable?" Tony feigned offense, though his relieved grin gave him away. "I was going for impressive."

You stood, stepping around your desk to stand closer, causing Tony's pulse to quicken. "Trust me," you assured, voice softer, "adorable is better."

"So…" Tony cleared his throat, heart hammering as your proximity made him dizzy in the best possible way. "Dinner?"

"Dinner," you agreed, taking the novel from his hand with gentle amusement. "And I'll help you with Fitzgerald."

"I'd like that," Tony admitted softly, realizing for once that being out of his depth was exactly where he wanted to be—at least with you.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Old Tricks - P3

A/N: Now I can’t stop writing…

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ themes, fluff.

Find Part 1 & Part 2 here ;)

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Your husband was missing. Again.

And right after promising that he wouldn’t be late for movie night.

Movie nights. Something you had designated every once in a while complete with buttery popcorn and candy and lots of fluffy pillows and blankets.

Sighing, you finished your glass of wine while his lay untouched and made your way downstairs where he was probably killing his back over some invention.

As suspected, there he was, deep in conversation with his virtual best friend, FRIDAY. You hadn’t decided whether to let this go or go up to him and remind him of what he’d missed. It didn’t hurt you because you had lived with the man long enough to understand he never did it on purpose.

Curiosity had gotten the better of you when you squinted to see what he was up to, watching your husband scroll through pictures that resembled…sex toys?

“Let’s keep the face plate easily retractable too, the wife has a thing for neck kisses and so do I.”

Tony murmured, mostly to himself but he made amendments to the project in front of him, fingers gliding over the keyboard to put his words into actuality. He had lost track of time but only because it was directed towards a little present he had been working on, for you.

Unknown to him, you were standing back within earshot, watching him work with a mixture of shock and amusement on your face.

“I mean, I know Y/N loves coming on my fingers just as much. Maybe we could tweak the suit? Add additional modes on the vibrators too.”

Sure, boss.

Blush crept up your cheeks as his words fell on your ears, it was as if he was discussing any other modification to be done to his Iron Man suits. You tiptoed inside, not wanting to announce your presence just yet as Tony Stark - the successor of Stark Industries, genius inventor, world-renown superhero and philanthropist continued his back and forth with the AI.

You watched as prototypes holograms of his suit showed up, the alterations he spoke about highlighted along with detailed description of its features. The man ran his fingers through his hair, leaving them a glorious mess before walked around the table as if to get a whole 360 view.

Clearing your throat finally, you stifled a laugh as your husband jumped with a hand over his heart.

“Jesus Christ! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around the man and reached up to give him a soft kiss. He sighed and hugged you, rubbing your back gently.

“You know among the things I presumed you do down here, I never imagined I’d catch you doing this. I also didn’t realise we had branched out to Adults Toys R Us.” You giggled when Tony playfully slapped your butt, joining in your laughter.

“It was supposed to be a surprise and a silly little gift. For the countless dates I’ve missed, I’m sorry.” He stared at his feet, scratching the back of his neck almost nervously.

“So you’re making me an apology sex toy? You continue to amaze me, Mr. Stark.” You murmured, making him look up at you again before pressing your lips to his lightly.

The man truly was unbelievable.

“What did I miss?” He asked earnestly, guilt evidently reflecting in his brown eyes.

“Our movie night. But it’s okay, I won’t hold it against you. Especially not if promise to reveal what all of this is about.”

Chuckling lowly, Tony planted his head on your shoulder, letting out a tired sigh and a purr the moment your fingers ran through his hair, comforting him.

“Am I going to get a demo or what?” You turned towards his work station while still keeping your arms around him.

“Nope. It’s still a work in progress.” Tony shrugged, swiftly shutting down his work.

“Oh come on, Tony! At least tell me something about it, what does it look like, how do I use it—”

“Oh no, you’re not going to use it. I am.”

You frowned, coaxing him to continue, now that he’d really got your interest piqued. It wasn’t surprising that he would design something like this without involving an element of ‘him’ in it.

“You’re giving me a present that’s meant to be used by you? Hmm, I’m not so sure if I want it now..” you teased, welcoming Tony as he slotted himself between your legs, caging you in by placing both his arms on either side.

“Oh you want it, alright. I’ve made sure it’s everything you’d wished for and more.”

“Hmm.. I would like some more details before I decide how I feel about this present.” Your arms naturally found their way behind his neck, excitement already building deep within as your little banter continued.

“Well?”

“Let’s just say all of your suit kink prayers have been answered, Mrs. Stark.”

No smut just yet 🤭

[shxrkk]

Peter Parker who feels like he breaks everything he touches. A curse to everyone and anyone around him just by existing. His parents, Ben, and the lingering threat of losing May, MJ, and Ned. Even when he tries to do a little good as Spider-Man, he still manages to crash and burn…

vs.

Tony Stark who is determined to fix anything and everything. That’s what he does, it’s what he was born to do. He’s a mechanic and inventor. And god damn it, he couldn’t care less if Peter break things because he’ll fix it. It’s his purpose afterall and if Peter somehow manages to get tangled up in it and he has to start carrying around a fire extinguisher— Well, maybe that’s not so bad.

[oluka]

One of the artworks I did for the Stony Art Chain Relay! Thank you @festiveferret and @capnstars for organizing!

This was some kind of steampunk/magic AU in my mind, with Tony being a mage/inventor and Steve having his strength enhanced by magic. And then they hang out together <3

[assiraphales]

somehow someway I will find a way to correlate (part of) elons popularity to marvel using tony stark —billionaire inventor with war profiteering parents — as the face of the mcu

[reality-detective]

Nobel Laureate SLAMS Fauci in Resurfaced Video 👇

Nobel Laureate in Chemistry Kary Mullis (inventor of the PCR test) slams Fauci in the 1990s.🤔

"Guys like Fauci get up there and start talking, you know, he doesn't know anything, really, about anything and I'd say that to his face. Nothing.... They've got a personal kind of agenda, they make up their own rules as they go, they change them when they want to and they smugly, like Tony Fauci, does not mind going on television in front of the people who pay his salary and lie directly into the camera."

[reveryfics]

Hello !!

If you write for him, could I request Tony Stark x m reader ? Nothing specific, maybe something similar to the reader from your Scott Lang fic. (Loved it!)

thanks!

A Game Of Chess

Tony Stark x Male Reader

Summary: Tony isn't convinced you're anything but lucky, despite your constant reminder of your mutant powers

A/N: I couldn't think of a good mutant power, so reader is simply has telepathy/telekinesis. Plus I feel Tony would just in general be a sceptical person. Sorry it's short!

TW: Tony - Teasing

Ah, yes, another glorious evening of shattering Tony Stark's ego. You, of course, couldn't help but let out a perfectly timed, utterly condescending chuckle as you watched his meticulously crafted facade of composure crumble like a stale cookie. There he sat, the great Tony Stark, inventor, genius, playboy, philanthropist, reduced to a sputtering, red-faced mess by… you.

Honestly, it was getting a little repetitive. Ever since you graced his presence with your magnificent, undeniably mutant abilities (which he, bless his cotton socks, still insisted were mere parlor tricks), he’d been on this pathetic quest to prove you were cheating. As if you needed to cheat. You, with your telekinetic prowess and the ability to read his mind like a particularly dull picture book.

He’d challenged you to everything: cards, darts, even a ridiculously complex game of quantum Sudoku. You, of course, had demolished him at every turn. It was less a competition and more like watching a toddler try to assemble a rocket ship with mittens on.

Tonight, it was chess. He huffed, that familiar, petulant sound you'd come to associate with his impending defeat, and took a hearty swig of his overpriced whiskey. "I refuse to believe you aren't, at the very least, employing some form of… nefarious tactics," he accused, his finger wagging like a disgruntled metronome. You, in your infinite magnanimity, merely shrugged, downing your own, significantly less expensive whiskey with a theatrical flourish.

It was a delightful internal battle playing out in his mind: the logical side desperately trying to rationalize your victories as mere coincidence, while the increasingly desperate side was screaming, “Just admit he’s a mutant, you stubborn fool!” You could practically hear the gears grinding, the circuits short-circuiting.

"Why can't you just accept it?" you drawled, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. He glared, a look that would have been intimidating if he weren't currently sporting a very fetching shade of beetroot red.

Another game commenced, and, predictably, within minutes, you had him checkmated. He groaned, rubbing his temples as if trying to massage some sense into his thick skull. "Okay, fine, maybe… just maybe… you're telepathic," he conceded, his voice dripping with reluctant admiration. "So, what am I thinking right now?" he asked, a smug smirk spreading across his face, clearly thinking he’d finally caught you in a trap.

"Oh, you know, the usual. 'Here he is, defeating me in chess with his mind, and all I can think about is what he’d look like naked, preferably tangled up in my expensive Egyptian cotton sheets,'" you replied, your tone as casual as if you were discussing the weather.

His face turned a shade of crimson that would have made a tomato envious. He sputtered, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish gasping for air. "Right, right, I concede," he mumbled, finally accepting his utter and complete defeat.

The next hour was a parade of his pathetic attempts to test your powers. He’d ask you to move objects, to guess his favorite color, to predict the next word he was going to say. Each successful demonstration only served to further fluster him.

It was particularly amusing when you’d casually mention his more… colorful thoughts. Especially when you’d pulled your chair a little closer, leaning in just enough for him to smell the whiskey on your breath, to see the mischievous glint in your eyes. "Seriously, Tony," you purred, your hand tracing a slow circle on his knee, "what would the Avengers say if they knew how desperately you wanted to… engage in some extracurricular activities with me?"

He tugged at his collar, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped ferret. "They… they wouldn’t believe you," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

You chuckled, your hand now sliding up his thigh, then his chest, as you stood up. "Maybe next time, Stark," you called over your shoulder as you sauntered away, leaving him in a state of delightful disarray.

Who knew his stubborn disbelief would lead to such… entertaining results? And, if you played your cards right, to something far more interesting in the future. After all, a little bit of chaos was always good for the soul, especially Tony's.