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@iamxironman
The truth is... I am Iron Man,
I have arisen. Give me attention!
I’ve never done this before. But, I’m going to make a try at commissions.
Story: I’m on the verge of finishing university & the zero hour job I have does not cover my rent, and I’m unable to pick up more hours. I’ve been searching for a job for a while and I just can’t get one, despite having my practically expert-CV boyfriend person looking over it. So, I figured, yo. I’m going to try my hand at commissions. Now, I’m not a very artistic person, but I have done some media production (at uni), which includes digital media and stuff. I have also made icons before in the past, for my own use & put them up on tumblr & hollow art. Now?
I want to make icons for y’all. I’m not great, but here’s some examples (in a smaller size than they’d actually be). All of them are from DW b/c I have access to BBC IPlayer yo
Non edited icons will be something similar to this:
here // here
Under cut for prices etc:
PLS RELBOG IF POSSIBLE.
Keep reading
I’ve never done this before. But, I’m going to make a try at commissions.
Story: I’m on the verge of finishing university & the zero hour job I have does not cover my rent, and I’m unable to pick up more hours. I’ve been searching for a job for a while and I just can’t get one, despite having my practically expert-CV boyfriend person looking over it. So, I figured, yo. I’m going to try my hand at commissions. Now, I’m not a very artistic person, but I have done some media production (at uni), which includes digital media and stuff. I have also made icons before in the past, for my own use & put them up on tumblr & hollow art. Now?
I want to make icons for y’all. I’m not great, but here’s some examples (in a smaller size than they’d actually be). All of them are from DW b/c I have access to BBC IPlayer yo
Non edited icons will be something similar to this:
here // here
Under cut for prices etc:
PLS RELBOG IF POSSIBLE.
Keep reading
indie rp blog for NEBULA from the MCU.
Currently dash-only Endgame spoilers will be tagged.
( ENDGAME SPOILERS )
@rikja liked this for a starter!
Well, that was a bust. Probably a good idea to get out, but guards on one side, past selves on the other - and no direction to go. Not a great combo. “Get out of here, Scott. Find Banner, help with the time stone. Or Cap.” He muttered quietly into his mic, glancing between the suitcase and his surroundings, attempting to find a way. But something caught his eye. And it was Loki. Loki -- and his automatic perk of attention at the mess they just made. Specifically... “Oh shit.” He muttered under his breath. He glanced behind him again. That was a problem. But it was also a way out. One that was problematic, but easy to get to. “Loki’s got the tesseract, Goin’ after him. Bad idea, i know. Just focus on the other stones.” His words sped out as he broke out into a run. Just in time to slip into the portal that Loki made before it closed.
Landing on his side, he instantly pulled off his disguise and ripped the high pitched PAINFUL ringing sound out of his ear. Wherever they were - there was definitely no signal. “It’s never simple - is it?” He groaned, pushing himself up, his eyes instantly scanning around him before they found Loki. He placed his hands up, quickly but cautiously, glancing to the tesseract.
“Hey--hey. I need to talk to you.” The last thing he needed was for Loki to portal away again and essentially leave Tony in the position of a failed mission. “Listen. I know about Thanos. I know about the Infinity Stones. ...And I know what he plans to do with them. I’ve seen it. I just-” He glanced back to the tesseract. “Can we talk? Let’s talk. You can keep that in your hands for now, that’s fine. Just- hear me out. Let me...” He motioned to him. The chains, the thing over his mouth. He took a cautious step forward, a hand stretching out. “...take that off. See, that’s better. Now we can communicate. Back and forth. I’ll even get you that drink.” He suggested, backing away again. Mouthpiece, off. Chains? He’ll take them off Loki later. He wasn’t going to be that trusting.
I’m going to be tagging endgame spoilers with well, ‘endgame spoilers’.
I will NOT be using read more for spoilery threads at all, though OOC things will be under read more. These things will STILL be tagged as ENDGAME SPOILERS
I will be as careful as possible while writing endgame spoilery threads. I’m sorry if I screw up though. trying my best here!
Like this for a post... well, uh, DURING ENDGAME starter.
I FOUND MY OLD TONY STARK BLOG !!
LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER PRE-ENDGAME, POST-INFINITY WAR STARTER
Anyone is welcome. This would be assuming that Tony got back to Earth safely.
send “shit, you’re hot” for my muse reacting to overhearing yours accidentally saying that out loud!
alternatively, send “excuse me?” for my muse to have slipped and called your muse hot out loud
"I know you slept with...." Finish in my ask!
Was that not an actual line?
“Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.”
nightmare starters || @ofcrimsonenchantresses
Well, he couldn’t exactly argue against that. Wanda probably had it worse than him, too. With a sigh, he leaned back on the bed, next to her, propping up his feet.“You wanna talk about it? Get some hot cocoa? Ooor do you just want to be left alone?” He tilted his head slightly. He knew that talking helped. Not much, but a little. But he’d respect her privacy. Hopefully, this might help.
nightmare starters
“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”
“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”
Friends or More - sentence starters || @xyourperfectdisasterx
“Oh-.” And for once, Tony was stumped or a moment. “…Y’know, under normal circumstances I’d uninvited her for you, but let me make a point just before I do. She has never seen Rocky Horror. Never.”
“I think that’s a hell of a good reason for her to come along, don’t you?”
Possessive Starters!
“You belong to me.”
“You’re mine to own, understand?”
“No, you’re not going out without me.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out?”
“You’re not allowed to see them anymore.”
“You’re being too friendly with them.”
“I don’t like when they touch you.”
“I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”
“You can’t leave me. You couldn’t live without me.”
“I provide for you, you don’t have to work now.”
“I’m locking you in your room until you learn!”
“You’re mine, I watch everything you do.”
“Give me your phone, I’m going to read your messages.”
“Who were you talking to?”
“You don’t need them! You have me!”
“I don’t care if you don’t like it, you’re mine to do what I please to.”
“Be quiet, now.”
“Come here, I’m marking you so that everyone will know who you belong to.”
“Nothing.”
Of course there were things he could say, but none that he was going too. Now, he was very aware of what his opinions and thoughts got him from the other man, and it got him nothing. Tony did not need to know how he had fought so hard to stop what happened to his parents, how when his handlers had found him he had a gun in one hand, a knife in the other, and cut marks along his own neck, but the Soldier had not let him. Or how he had killed every single one of his handlers that they had to send in his main handler to stop him.
Or about how he longed for the days when he could just escape into the cryo tube and not have to think or feel. Or how he missed working with the other soldiers because at least then there were others like him, and how seeing them dead had all but broken his heart.
Tony did not need to know how hard he worked to regain what memories he did have, how many times he would write down his name or any memories he did remember just in case he lost them again.
“There is nothing else you need to know. You know everything about them and that day. There is nothing about me you need to know. Nothing that comes to mind.”
Tony stared at him, before lowering his eyes and nodding, standing up. That was bullshit. With the amount of time Bucky had spent alive, there should have been something. But he didn’t blame him for not sharing. The encounter wasn’t exactly friendly. He moved past Bucky, towards the cabin, but stopped outside, looking back.
“...I didn’t say need.” He said, before pulling the door open and moving through it. He closed and locked it behind him. The only thing left now was to get there. He was trying to make that as easy as possible, and discrete as possible, but he always had to make sure they weren’t being followed either. That would add time onto the journey. Why was he even bothering with this?
...Steve. Himself. Bucky. Whether he liked it or not, he cared about Steve. Being angry at anything never helped anyone. Tony could get over what he felt. With time. And for Bucky? He needed someone on his side. He needed... help, getting to HYDRA. And so did Tony.