#capimrbb2020

some of my work for the 2020 @cap-ironman reverse bang!!

read @areiton ‘s amazing fic, “we have become something different, beloved (tragic and lovely)” here!!

Here are my artworks for the 2020 Cap-IM RBB, for team Extremis! I had a great time working with my writer @snowzapped​ and the story is perfect!

The ‘miss me, sheriff?’ mini-comic was the original artwork that inspired Space Cowboys, and then the story inspired me in turn to create another comic for an earlier part of the story, as well as a little concept art of 1872!spaceAU tony’s suit/outfit situation :D   

The story is an 1872 space western au x Avengers Assemble crossover, and is very fun! Go read Snowzapped’s (zappedbysnow on ao3) wonderful fic Space Cowboys now, you won’t regret it! 

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artworks for team flying for the @cap-ironman rbb 2020

fic: healing scars by starksnack on ao3 fanart: healing scars (FANART) by wingheads on ao3

thank you so much to the mods for such an amazing event!! and thank you to my rbb writer, kait, for being such a joy to work with!! <3

Title: Operation: Fake Relationship Trope (or In Which Bucky Gets A Twitter, Steve Gives Lectures, and Tony Is Just Trying To Keep Up) Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) Pairings/Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (stony/stevetony) Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: fake/pretend relationship, social media, news media, protective Steve Rogers, Avengers family, domestic Avengers, Bucky Barnes is a Good Bro, twitter, Steve Rogers has Zero Chill, politics Summary: Everyone knows the Daily Bugle is a rag and besides, it's not like anyone in their right mind would actually believe that Captain America – the epitome of moral integrity and legendary virtue – would tie himself to Tony, so he's confident that it'll all blow over if they don't address the engagement rumour. But, as always, Steve is Steve, coming out like a tactless rhinoceros and then promptly starting to wax poetry about Tony to pretty much everyone with a smartphone, and predictably everything spirals out of control.

So Operation: Fake Relationship Trope kicks off, and what should've been a few months of play-pretend until they could claim irreconcilable differences and go about their lives ends up being a lot more than Tony would've ever expected.

Notes: Written for the Captain America/Iron Man Reverse Bang 2020 fest put on by @cap-ironman -- thank you muchly for putting this on (and being so understanding regarding our team's insanity). It was a blast to do, and thank you for allowing us to participate!

The art that kicked this fic off was done by the obscenely talented @samy-arts, who also did additional art that is all embedded into the fic itself. Thank you so very much for your inspiring piece and the amazing additions you've provided.

My Cap-IM RBB 2020 entry based on this amazing art, by wonderfull @massivespacewren <333

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Warlord AU in Space -- Omega Tony has to bond with Deathlok, the warlord of Planet X2, to find his people a new place to live, after the destruction of their home planet.

Warlord Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, H/C, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bonding, Biting

Rating: M

wc: 10k

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The ceremony is lavish. It’s apparently an extraordinary event for the people all around this small globe, as every square inch of land that Tony can see from the balcony is occupied by people. Ferumians are right in the front, thanks to Pepper, who's standing next to Tony, refusing to let go of his hand till the moment the officiator - the guy with a long white beard from yesterday’s meeting, for lack of a better title, as no one cares to share their names in this damn place - asks for the alpha and the omega to join hands. Tony smiles at her and nods, and Pepper smiles back with an apology in her eyes, the realization perhaps that she has finally failed to save Tony from himself. Rhodey coughs from behind them, and Pepper lets go, finally taking a step back, as Carol wraps an arm around her, and Tony watches them for a moment longer, as Carol mouths ‘don’t cry’ to Pepper or to Tony or to herself.

Deathlok blesses everyone with his glorious presence a couple of minutes before the officiation starts, long after Tony and his omega pack have been guided to their spots on the third level balcony, by the blond girl and the metal-armed guy. He is in the same red and blue armor he was wearing yesterday, all metal and lights, except for the yellow and white flower ring around his neck, and Tony could swear that the alpha is supposed to wear a ceremonial tunic with matching embroidery, as he remembers from the ‘X2 Myths and Truths’ he read when he was eight as part of his intergalactic advanced cultural studies. Not that Tony cares or blames Deathlok's right-hand girl and the left-hand guy; the warlord does not seem to be one for cultural compliance.

He offers his hands and Tony’s heart stops beating for a second. Noises quiet down and images disappear as Tony reaches out to hold the armored hands; everything stops existing and becomes unreal, except for Deathlok’s one blue eye that is piercing right into Tony’s soul and his face, the way he doesn’t smile or frown, the indifference that is burning and chilling at the same time.

Tony doesn’t flinch when the metal fingers wrap around his. He imagines Steve’s skinny face, his beautiful smile, his perfect eyes, his calming voice, and his heart starts beating again.

Deathlok lets go of Tony’s hands the moment they are pronounced bonded and disappears from sight as cheers fill the deafening silence. Rhodey hugs Tony, whispering reassuring words that never fail to warm Tony’s heart, as Nat rubs Tony’s arm and Pepper readjusts one of the yellow flowers that is sticking out apparently. They must seem like a happy bunch, from where his people are standing. It is indeed one of the happiest occasions in the galaxy, for an omega to get bonded, and God, Ferumians deserve all the happiness in the universe. They deserve to drink and dance, to forget about yesterday and tomorrow. They deserve to be happy tonight, as much as they can be as refugees among some extremely unfriendly faces who are politely ignoring them. It doesn’t really matter if Tony is not happy - he doesn’t deserve it anyway - but he can smile and hold back his tears, even if his heart is pressing painfully against his RT unit. It doesn’t matter if he can’t be ready for what’s gonna happen in a few hours and hasn’t stopped shivering in two days. He can do this. He can absolutely do this.