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[ want ]Â Â your muse telling mine they want them. (Tony at armoreddavinvi)
nsfw muse reaction prompts [not accepting]
Tonyâs lips are against his when he speaks the words, and it sends a shiver down Buckyâs spine. Before he realizes what heâs doing, he hoists Tony up, hands supporting his ass as he encourages Tony to wrap his legs around him. âOh yeah?â he breathes, walking them out of the room and down the hallway toward the bedroom. âHow much d'you want me?â
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Tony grabbed Bucky's hair, dragging the other man close enough to kiss. Softer then the hair pulling would have implied. Signed softly and whispered against his lips, "You're good enough. You're better then many." Tony opened his eyes and smiled. "You. Are. Good. Enough." (Tony had feelings from Armoreddavinvi)
if I recall, this was in response to a musings post? :)
Buckyâs eyes go slightly wide, and he only resists the automatic urge to jerk back because itâs Tony. And then lips are on his, and Buckyâs shoulders sink down from where theyâd tensed to. His arms wrap around Tonyâs waist and pull him closer, supporting his weight some so the other man doesnât have to balance too much on his toes. âShhâ shut up,â Bucky mumbles against Tonyâs lips, pushing him back into the table behind them. He doesnât want to hear itânot now, and not from Tonyâbut heâs more than happy to pursue this course of action.
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Date?? (Tony at armoreddavinvi)
SEND ME âDATE?â AND IâLL ANSWERâŚ
Who asks for it:
[ ] Your muse asks mine[x] My muse asks yours [bc Tony is a brat ;)]
Type of date:
[ ] Platonic Date[x] Romantic Date[x] First Date[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____
Location for the date:
[ ] Movies  ⢠[ ] Romantic Comedy  ⢠[ ] Adventure Movie  ⢠[ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  ⢠[ ] Horror  ⢠[ ] Drama  ⢠[ ] Buddy Movie  ⢠[ ] ___ (other options)[x] Restaurant  ⢠[ ] Expensive/High Class  ⢠[x] Small and familiar  ⢠[ ] Fast Food[ ] Nature ⢠[ ] Beach ⢠[ ] Park ⢠[ ] Forest   ⢠[ ] âŚand having a picnic[ ] Visiting a Museum[x!!!] Visiting an amusement park[ ] Visiting a haunted location[x] Staying at home ⢠[x] Watching movies ⢠[ ] Playing Video Games ⢠[ ] Reading[ ] ___ (other options)The date might hopefully end withâŚ
[x] âŚholding hands[x] âŚa kiss[???] âŚin bed[x] âŚknowing each other better [ ] âŚsleepover between friends [ ] âŚa marriage proposal[ ] ___ (other options)
Should you reblog this?:
[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.[ ] Yes.[ ] No.[x] If you want!
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Toby never had a good feeling about job interviews... and this one less than most, because he was about to come face to face with somebody heâd hoped heâd never meet - Tony Stark, his genetic donor. He was counting on Agent Hill having explained the situation and alleviating the worst of the awkwardness. Still, he hoped Mr. Stark wasnât expecting too much.
He waited in the lobby, wearing the least-shabby suit he owned and with his glasses squeaky-clean, trying not to hyperventilate. His heart was hammering against his breastbone. What if Mr. Stark was horrified by him and threw him out? What if he worried about a security breach? What if he decided Toby would make a convenient source of spare parts? The possibilities were endless and terrible.
@armoreddavinciâ gets a thing from that starter call a million years ago
Bucky hadnât actually intended to take Tony on this mission with him, but... well, his arm had been damaged again, and this time, instead of Tony paying him a home visit this time, Tony had come to the shitty hotel Bucky had holed up in in New Jersey. Jersey, of all places!
Bucky was sitting on the kitchen counter, which just happened to be the best work space for Tony here, watching Tony work on his currently detached arm, when shots fired through the widows in the sleeping area of the hotel room. Bucky immediately jumped, taking Tony to the floor with him, pinned under him.
Apparently, Hydra was on his tail. That was both good to know, and fucking annoying.
âGoddamn it,â he hissed, scanning the kitchen as another shot shattered something in the other room. A lamp, maybe? âYou got any of fancy tech on you? Cause... that windowâs probably our best exit,â he said, jerking his chin toward the widow in the kitchen as he got up to a crouch and tried to grab his arm off the counter. They were on the fourth floor. âAnd if you got nothinâ, then Iâm gonna havta break your fall.â
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(Â @armoreddavinci captured a wild stark )
it had been 1947; the most recent threat to the world - a woman by the name of whitney frosty. they had fixed it; with the help of PEGGY CARTER, and some interesting science-friends. howard had helped, and through that very-first hand experience, he had realised that the world needed a defence against this kind of threat. a shield. like captain americaâs shield. huh.
and so, he had set to work on creating this organisation. he had the resources, the money; the time - why not? he had just compiled a list of people to help with it, and he was confident that everyone on that list would be perfect for the jobs at hand. they were all head strong, hard working people. god - he really hoped that peg agreed to join them.
before he had the chance to pick up the phone and start making some calls, things went dark. after this event, everything was blurry; hard to remember. all he did remember was pain. pain, and the same questions and actions again and again and again. and howard was no soldier- no general. he was just a guy. an inventor. an engineer. he couldnât hold up to that kind of thing. BUT, what he could do? he could talk. he had a talent of talking his way through things. eventually, they gave him enough specialised equipment and a lab to start working on something that hydra very much needed. that âsomethingâ? howard wished he could remember; he had forgotten the brief as soon as it was set to him. his mind was instead on something else. something to get him out of their grasp. and for the most part, it worked.
for the most part.
definitely for the most part.
this was as much as he remembered. the pain, some events, but nothing that he could really grasp onto; no faces, no information. his mind was once again, blurry, and all over the place. it seemed like he was looking down on the scene from a ghostâs perspective. because one moment, he was in a lab, in 1947, and the next? he was head over heels; a burning sensation spreading out across every part of his skin. he was in a warehouse, that much he was sure of; since, of course, there was some abandoned beds and needles that had probably once held drugs. along with the pattering of footsteps running out the door.
he coughed into the dust; the dirty floor. but before he could do anything, he heard something. a gun, and some frantic german. he groaned, turning his head towards the men that had apparently hitched a ride with him. from what he could make out? they were demanding where they were and what he had done.Â
howard was in no position to respond. the most he could do was shift his hand, trying to scrape the ground and push himself up, but it was unsuccessful. whatever he had done? he was damn sure it was unintentional.Â
đ + page 300- use the tone of that passage as the tone for the starter. (From Tony at armoreddavinci)
book starters || book: Paradeâs End || @armoreddavinci
(Idk the tone here, but after some googling someone wrote that that part has a âdecidedly more existentialist tone to itâ, so Iâll go on that.)
You could see far away from where he stood, looking out through the window in the tall building, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. The people down below looked a little like insects scurrying around and in one way, they kind of were. Though, insects arenât always as egoistical as humans, at least not ants, termites and other group living insects. Down there, on the ground was also a small crowd of protesters. Bruce couldnât see the letters on their signs from up here, but he knew what they said. Actually, he wouldnât be able to forget it even if he wanted to. They were Hulk protesters. People who viewed Hulk as a monster that should be locked away indefinitely. Bruce couldnât blame them and they werenât completely wrong, but just once would he like for people to remember that he existed to; Bruce the Scientist.
He saw Tonyâs reflection in the glass before the man had joined him and he was fairly certain his friend knew what he was looking at. âI have done just as much good as you or Richards. You both get praise for that, but me, the only thing people can remember is the Hulk. Even my gravestone will probably say that, âHulk Smashâ. Thatâs it. Thatâs my legacy.â Bruce knew Hulk had caused a lot of destruction, but he had also saved people and the planet more than once, but that didnât mean he didnât want some appreciation from the general public. How many was even using things or treatments based on his inventions? Probably more than people thought. âI know we all choose what we do with our lives, but no matter how hard I try, theyâll never remember me, but you, oh.. no one could ever forget the great genius Tony Stark.â Is that a hint of jealousy in the bitterness? Yes, yes it is.
Youâre so tiny (for either boy really, from armoureddaVinci)
meme sent 300 years ago that I had forgotten || @armoreddavinci
âRude! Youâre not exactly Steve Rogers yourself,â Francis replied and pouted, though he realized that it might be the first time Tony actually saw him just standing straight up and down on the floor. He had a tendency to either be up in the rafters, the ventilation system, shelves, cabins or just perched on the back of the couch. To be fair, 5â˛3âł wasnât exactly a giant size, but that didnât mean he wouldnât pout about it. He might be just fourteen, but when you lived with people that were all so tall you almost broke your neck making eye contact, you tended to be a little... prickly about your height.
