#tony my beloved

[soliloquent-stark]

besides the well-known fact that tony stark's arc reactor literally powered his heart and symbolised his second chance at life, it's been not just alluded to but clearly stated by marvel from the very first iron man film that it represents his heart:

this point is made very clear again when it's used to portray his death:

of course they did this; they're such obvious metaphors that are easy to rely on for beautiful visual storytelling. they undoubtedly were aware of the potential for these scenes and carefully considered them since the beginning.

but you don't really get to use each of these moments more than once if you want them to matter, so they had to choose which one of tony's stories needed to be told through carefully picked parallels.

and who did they use them on?

yup, that's right. steve rogers. steve, who literally ends their painful fight by breaking his heart.

steve, whom tony literally hands his heart and says "here, take this" while he's devastated, disappointed, and at one of the lowest moments of his entire life.

so, platonic, romantic, alterous — the intricacies of his feelings don't even matter. they're only for tony to know.

but what we as an audience know, what we were explicitly told by marvel, is that the feelings tony had for steve were so strong that they were the equivalent of getting his heart actually shattered into pieces, and being reduced to offering your desperate, mourning heart on a platter as a way of saying "take it all, there's nothing left of me that you don't own now".

these were not accidents. we were meant to understand how profound his feelings were. so many things spiraled out of their falling out — the entire universe's faith was at stake as a result. tony was not indifferent to him. his problem was that he felt too much.

tony's achille's heel was always steve rogers, and that will forever be the backbone of the marvel universe.

[holistic-alcoholic]

This is a fill for today's WI Server Pride Prompt Party prompt, In the Closet.

Rating: T Pairing: winteriron Tags: established relationship, dimension travel, softness & love

The morning was the best part of the day, Tony thought and then immediately laughed at himself. If anyone had told him that only five years ago, he’d laugh at their faces. Then he would stop and laugh some more, for good measure. His hate for mornings was more prominent in the past, in those first few years after following Bucky into the closet and finding out that Narnia wasn’t as good of a deal as the children's book implied. Not that it was similar in any kind to Narnia, this world, apart from the entry point. He used to grumble about it, Tony did, during the first days. Bucky heard him once and laughed and then got all defensive about his literature tastes when it spurred into a whole argument about the book. That was when Tony found out Bucky was a nerd, hoarding books in his free time and having opinions, strong ones. That was their first normal conversation, the first time they tried to talk to each other, not fearing any minefields to come out. That was the first time they discovered both that they were just people, under all the history and pain and cruel jokes of fate, people who could agree, who could get on.

How time flew. Now, Tony thought of it with fondness, remembered their first steps with joy. Now, Tony was content, lying in bed, meeting the new morning with joy. It was a long time since their mornings were filled with battles for survival, wild beasts going after their house. Since then, the house turned to home, grew big, spurred new limbs into being, a workshop and a studio, and that new room they built to let off some steam after an argument and still hadn’t figured out its purpose. Now, Tony’s new suits worked their magic — most likely literally, to his displeasure, for the alien technology of this world, this pocket dimension was way too unstable and just plain weird to be called tech, not magic. They were a work of art, those suits, however, and they could work without him perfectly, at least in the matter of new pests. Bucky kept arguing that it was less the suits and more his pet that helped to keep the intruders out, but Tony was determined to prove him wrong. No cat, even the one with tentacles and its own TARDIS inside of it, could be that helpful. He loved Alpine, of course. But she was too lazy for it.

“Morning,” came a sound from behind him, and Tony couldn’t keep a still sleepy smile from his face. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“You, mostly,” how marvelous it was, even after all those years, to be able to just say so. “How lucky we are.”

He heard his husband’s quiet laugh.

“We are, aren’t we? And you were so negative in the beginning. Those dinosaurs will kill us. I wish I was dead instead of trapped here with you.”

There was laughter in Bucky’s tone, and yet Tony couldn’t but worry at his words. He turned to him and looked in his eyes.

“Never been more wrong about anything in my life. You know that, right?”

The tenderness in Bucky’s stare was encompassing.

“Of course I do.”

They were the only humans in this world for seven years. Fucking hell — years! That came with a lot of lessons. Don’t provoke an alien dinosaur to fight you, that was one.

Trust your companion. You and he work well together. He understands more of you than you can admit. He’s a great man, so kind, so brave, so resilient. You love him.

He loves you too.

It was a great morning to have, as it was true for mornings past, together, happy in their self-made life. Yet, that was the morning quite unlike the others.

“Come on,” Tony cajoled, “just come with me, here—”

“Tony?”

“Bucky?!”

It was were their friends, their world. The closet’s doors closed behind their backs. It was their world — exactly as they left it, all those years ago.

“Right,” Tony said faintly, holding to Bucky’s hand, as Rhodey stared, mouth open, at his clothes and hair (made sense, when they last saw each other, it was black). “I’m feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

[scorsesedepalmafan]

‘Brainstorming’

[lavieaquatique]

so i did a thing

[wolfiestark]

My wife

[straightupsickfics]

Oh you’re latest rb is so Tony 🥺

oh nooooo it is :((( tony in his little fancy suit outfit doing his best not to sneeze in a meeting or at a gala or something and it's getting increasingly difficult to keep it up??? his poor nose is pink turning red and he is Suffering. someone find steve who will coax it out of him and bring him home <3

[cyberp-1-nk]

hi there! I got an idea!! (this includes one of my proxies that I haven't used much yet...so if you have questions lmk!)

So Tony decides to take some free time and go to a bar for some downtime. The particular bar he's going to has boxing matches, so that's the added entertainment and he decided to go and watch a few matches. What he doesn't expect is to see Anni boxing with Silva and Tony becomes a simp. He can see the tattoo that he was working on, on Anni's back and almost feels a sense of pride at seeing his work on her body, shes also in tight athletic wear and Tony finally gets a little glimpse at what Anni meant when she said she was a proxy. Silva is really good at boxing, but luckily they have gloves on and can't beat each other up too much but still enough to where you can break some skin so Anni has a busted lip and a little bloody noise but it looks like she's having fun and they both are grinning at each other and laughing while everyone else is cheering for one or the other. In the end, Silva does win and almost knocks Anni out with a hit to the temple but Anni gets up and Silva makes sure she's okay and Anni finds Tony at the bar and he is blushing and simping so hard whereas Anni is just going off of the adrenaline rush that she just got from the match and just talking to him happily, even with her busted lip and bloody nose!

(Feel free to ask questions, add or change anything! Tysm!!!)

[ special surprise. || simp party. ]

Warnings: Slight violence, Tony being friendzoned constantly.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD! I somewhat blacked out while writing this...I'm super sorry if this isn't readable, I'll redo it later if needed--

Word count: 2,162

Tony had been looking forward to a night out for weeks, and the bar with the boxing matches seemed like the perfect place to relax and unwind. As he walked in, the sounds of cheering and shouting filled the air, and he could feel the energy of the crowd pulsing through him. He found a spot near the ring, ordered a drink, and settled in to watch the matches. The fights were intense, with the boxers throwing punches and dodging blows with skill and precision. Tony was completely absorbed in the action, shouting and cheering along with the rest of the crowd.But then, something caught his eye. In one of the matches, he saw a figure that looked familiar. As the boxers circled each other, Tony realized with a shock that it was someone he knew - the same girl who had come to him for a tattoo just a few weeks ago.

There were so many people watching, so many people cheering. And who was standing in front of him? Yes, Anni. It was at that moment that he finally realized that what he had decided to watch was not for not just his entertainment, but everyone else's as well. His mouth became dry and his nerves jumbled in the pit of his stomach as his eyes trailed her. But he wasn't completely offset by the situation. It looked like a lot of fun, and with the smiles coming from the girls boxing around for the amusement of the crowd they still seemed to have a good time. Tony tried to get rid of the annoying nerves in his body, his hands rubbing on her arms to comfort him— but he couldn't help but let his eyes trail alongside Anni's figure.

As the match continued, Tony couldn't take his eyes off of her. He watched as she moved with grace and power, her muscles rippling with each punch and dodge. And then, as she turned to face her opponent, Tony saw it - the tattoo that he had worked so hard on, etched onto her back in intricate detail. He felt a surge of pride and excitement, knowing that his art was now a part of the action in the ring. But as the match wore on, Tony found himself becoming more and more distracted by Anni's presence. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, watching as she fought with a fierce determination that seemed to radiate from every inch of her body.

As the match between Anni and Silva continued, the crowd grew more and more excited. Silva was a skilled boxer, with years of training and experience under his belt. But Anni was holding her own, moving with agility and speed that surprised everyone watching. As the two fighters traded blows, Tony could see the impact of their punches, even through the gloves. Anni's lip was starting to swell, and there was a trickle of blood running down her nose. But she didn't seem to mind - in fact, she was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying herself despite the pain. Silva was equally focused, her eyes fixed on Anni as she threw punch after punch. But Silva wasn't trying to hurt her - Tony could see that she was holding back, using just enough force to make the match exciting without causing serious injury.

And then, in a split second, everything changed. Silva landed a hard hit to Anni's temple, and she stumbled, her eyes rolling back in her head. For a moment, it looked like she might be knocked out cold. But then, with a groan, Anni started to stir. She blinked a few times, looking dazed and disoriented. Silva rushed over, concern etched on her face, and helped Anni to her feet. Tony could see that Anni was a little shaky, but she seemed to be all right.

"Come on Anni! Don't let her take you down, you're tougher than that!" Anni's ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her. Yes, the woman was now skillfully punching the shit out of her and nearly had her pinned. Everybody counted to the seconds of how long she was pinned down for, and Anni knew that if they counted to five it would most likely be over.

She gave Silva a weak smile, and the two of them embraced, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened. As the crowd cheered and applauded, Tony couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the two fighters. They had put on an incredible show, displaying skill and sportsmanship in equal measure. And in the end, it was clear that both Anni and Silva had come away with a newfound respect for each other - and for the sport that they loved.

After the match, Anni was feeling exhilarated - her heart was still racing from the adrenaline rush of the fight. She spotted Tony at the bar and made her way over to him, still grinning from ear to ear. Tony, on the other hand, was completely starstruck. He had been watching Anni in the ring, marveling at her skill and determination, and now here she was, standing right in front of him. He could hardly believe it. As Anni approached, Tony felt himself blushing and simping uncontrollably. He could see the busted lip and bloody nose that she had sustained during the match, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit worried for her.

But Anni seemed completely unfazed by her injuries. She was still talking animatedly about the match, describing the thrill of being in the ring and the rush of adrenaline that she had experienced.

Tony listened raptly, hanging on every word that Anni spoke.

Anni had just finished a tough boxing match, and she was feeling exhilarated. She had won the fight, and the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins. She made her way to the bar to meet up with some friends, and that's when she saw Tony.

Tony was sitting at the bar, leaning in a little too close to Anni, and he had a sly smile on his face. "Hey there, champ," he said, his voice dripping with flirtation.

Anni smiled back at him, but she didn't pick up on his hints. "Thanks, Tony. I couldn't have done it without you," she said, admiring the tattoo he had given her on her shoulder.

Tony pouted playfully. "Oh, come on, Anni. You're making me blush. Can I buy you a drink to celebrate your victory?"

Anni nodded, grateful for the offer. "Sure, thanks. I'll have a beer," she said, settling onto a stool beside him.

As Tony ordered their drinks, he couldn't help but flirt with Anni some more. "You know, Anni, I've been watching you fight for a while now, and I have to say, you're pretty amazing," he said, his eyes twinkling with admiration.

Anni blushed a little at the compliment, but she didn't think much of it. "Thanks, Tony. I've been working hard at it," she said, taking a sip of her beer.

Tony leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing against Anni's ear. "You know, Anni, I think you're amazing in more ways than one," he whispered, his tone low and seductive.

Anni turned to look at him, confused. "What do you mean, Tony?" she asked, oblivious to his flirting.

Tony chuckled, realizing that Anni wasn't picking up on his hints. "Nevermind, Anni. Let's just enjoy our drinks," he said, taking a sip of his own beer.

As they chatted and laughed, Tony couldn't help but continue to flirt with Anni, even though she didn't seem to be catching on. But he didn't mind too much; he enjoyed her company, and he was happy to be there to celebrate her victory with her. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for her - not just for her boxing skills, but for her confidence and fearlessness in the face of danger. As they continued to talk and found themselves even walking outside as they spoke, Tony found himself becoming extremely immersed into the convo with the hot woman— who could blame him? This was a hot proxy woman that he was practically head over heels for!

"Man, if I were you, I probably would have tapped out immediately," Tony laughed a bit.

"Where's the fun in that?" Anni asked and she shook her head. As she managed to pull her eyes away from him, she noticed how many more people were out versus how many walked during the daytime.

"Wow, there's so many more people out here at night." Anni didn't realize that the two were already walking towards the main street strip.

"You know what they say, all the freaks come out at night..." Tony said with a bit of distaste and was already on the lookout for anything unusual around them. The last thing he wanted was some asshole to ruin their night.

"So where are we going exactly? I mean, there are a lot of bars out here to go to..." Anni asked as she stared at the overflowed bars all over the streets.

"One-Eyed Jacks." Tony said and his arm rose with a pointed finger, "I hear it's one of the best bars round these parts. After that show, you have to let me buy you a drink, it was amazing." Tony attempted to throw hints at her that he was flirting with her— but Anni's oblivious nature obviously didn't pick up on the hints he was shoving in her face. Anni stared down the insanely packed roadways and managed to see the huge, glowing sign on the left hand side of the street. It had a large skull with an eye-patch over one eye like some sort of pirate flag. It didn't seem to be as packed as any of the other bars, but obviously drew in the more interesting people.

"You wanna go there?" She heard Tony asked and noticed that he was staring at her. Anni nodded,

"Yeah, the place looks like a lot of fun!" She smiled back at him. Tony led Anni through the immensity of people, keeping a close eye on her just in case some drunken asshole wanted to cop a feel. She loyally followed him closely and eyed all the people around her, almost everyone clad in black leather. As they entered the establishment, cackles and bellows filled the room's space and flooded Anni's ears. Everyone seemed like they were having a wonderful time with each other. And for the first time in a while, she didn't sense any hostility amongst the band of happy bikers.

"Here, sit down." Tony offered an empty bar stool at a tall table. Anni hopped up on the stool and rested her elbows on the wooden table, watching Tony take a seat across from her. In no moment at all, a waitress was already at their table side. As they talked, Tony found himself struggling to keep his composure. He was so overwhelmed by Anni's presence that he could hardly think straight. But Anni seemed to be completely at ease, chatting happily and laughing despite the pain she must have been feeling. In the end, Tony realized that he didn't need to be nervous or self-conscious around Anni. She was just a regular person, like him, with her own strengths and weaknesses. And as he listened to her talk, he felt a sense of connection and admiration that was deeper than any fleeting crush or infatuation.

"So, Anni, you were really killing it out there today, I know I keep saying that, but it's true! I know veryone in the crowd agreed with me." Tony said, a sly smile on his face. "I couldn't help but notice how amazing you look in those workout clothes."

Anni smiled back at him, but she didn't pick up on his flirtatious tone. "Thanks, Tony. I've been working really hard at my fitness routine."

Tony pouted playfully. "Oh, Anni, you're breaking my heart. Can't a guy give a girl a compliment these days without being accused of flirting?"

Anni laughed, still oblivious to Tony's intentions. "Of course, you can! I appreciate the compliment, Tony. You're such a good friend."

Tony's smile faltered a little at the mention of the word "friend," but he didn't let it show. "Yeah, of course, Anni. Friends can compliment each other, right?" As they chatted and joked, Tony continued to flirt with Anni, but she remained oblivious. She talked about her work, her hobbies, and her goals, and Tony listened intently, sipping on his drink as he smiled at her.

"So, Anni, have you ever thought about going out with me sometime?" Tony asked, taking a chance.

Anni looked at him, surprised. "Of course! You don't even need to be all formal, we're good friends!" His smile faltered as his eyebrows narrowed at this small, completely oblivious woman.

She was driving him insane.

[cage-cat-yt]

Small art dump because I've been busy reading fanfiction

So I'm reading this Casper fanfiction called you with me because a LOT of the Casper fandom praises it, so I thought "why not read it since it's such a big deal :)" but the second chapter tore me up and made me furious with the ghostly trio, who keep in mind are some comfort characters, so I'm taking a break before I melt down.

SO first piece of art is of Tony!!! I still love Tony, and realized I haven't been doodling much dhmis and I am soso sorry for that! Plus I wanted to do him with some tea since I'm a livid tea enjoyer.

Second is a side/support character in Josef and Sauer Beatrice 'Bea' Yarrow, being the sister of Alder, who for people who don't know, is a major character within Josef and Sauer. I judt wanted an excuse to do her hair since I absolutely adore her hair ^^ also fun fact she loves R&B music, but I only know one song that's R&B sorry 😓

Then the final one is of Slappy because I wanted to do some posing. Turned out awful but you try and you fail some I guess.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

[elizabeths-storytime]

What a fine evening to go swim in the Bass Pro Shop Aquarium

[soliloquent-stark]

I never got to say goodbye to my father. There's questions I would've asked him. I would've asked him how he felt about what his company did, if he was conflicted, if he ever had doubts. Or maybe he was every inch of man we remember from the newsreels. I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created to defend them and protect them. And I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero-accountability. (…) I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I had more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark Industries.

Did I just paint a target on the back of my head?

robert downey jr as tony stark in iron man (2008)

[spielzeugkaiser]

I come back for a hot second (and go into hiding pretty much right again) with some redrawn screencaps of what I'm watching currently!! 👀 All I have in me are the sillies-

[holistic-alcoholic]

tony stark said call your platonic male friends pet names and give them a kiss on the forehead and I think that was very sexy of him

[scorsesedepalmafan]

Stand-up routine

[worldchampionpeccobagnaia]

his big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated me

[andaniellight]

one of the funniest gigs in pre-timeskip was that whenever Zoro tried to be considerate with the coward trio while handling their eager stupid captain is that this thing would bound to happen regardless of anything at all....

and then the aftermath would be like:

[idk-bruh-20]

2008 Starting Point by Hallpen on Deviantart