raise the mizzenmast !!

❝ I know everything — I can't help it. ❞ independent Tony Stark est 2012 — reboot 2016 portrayed by hannah. might have moved again. inactive

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gotmymamasbabyblues !!

                                                                      IT WAS A SMALL THOUGHT.

      He had a pencil twirling in hand, a cup of coffee in the other, his ass on his office chair, and legs up on his desk. Tony Stark was still a cocky, good for NOTHING billionaire, but he wasn't heartless.

      There was more than enough on his mind — the company, his reputation, the Avengers, the falling out of what was once a dysfunctional family to him (really, the list goes on) — but one thing stuck out more than the others. It was like a loose thread on a perfectly knit sweater, or the start of a pothole on a repaved road — not enough for someone to care about immediately, but something that needed to be taken care of before Murphy's Law really kicked in for the involved parties.

      ( Are you home? )

      Not that he should call it home, nor should his son, but Tony would call it that for both of them nonetheless. They found a place to return to, though the engineer was starting to understand that Dmitri would have rather not come back. Late nights and alley fights, he knew the life and hated seeing the kid sink into this void — what would Pinstripe say?

      ( Just, uh, get to the office when you can. )

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☑ svedauth !!

        “Yeah. They’re fuckin’ real, dipshit.”

          Great Golden Goddesses, this guy is clearly in way over his head. Mage or no, he’ll be killed within five seconds if he wanders off on his own. Though, somehow, the walking fashion disaster has already worn through Link’s patience, at very least the youth isn’t going to leap at his throat. The same can’t be said for the wildlife, which begins each encounter with violence, and cannot react any better when insulted. Repeatedly. Gods above, the man is already a nuisance.

          He sighs, hangs his head in exhaustion – exhaustion! The stranger already has him tired! – and reconsiders his words. Maybe he’s starting off on the wrong foot. Not that he can really help that, seeing as their conversation had started on the worst of terms. But that is an excuse; there’s no real justification for his own rudeness. And though he is loathe to do it – spirits spare him from this horror! – he knows he has to apologize. If someone has to take the high road, then he’ll do it.

          Spirits, it’s just like talking to Midna. But back when she was a bitch.

        “Ah – sorry. Didn’ mean t'be so rude. Y'just…caught me off guard. Sorry.              You’re in the kingdom of Hyrule, in Faron Province. I don’t s'pose you have              a mind t'get to civilization, do ya, Slick?”

          White tights over here is either gonna kill him in this forest or save his ass from whatever monsters might exist in these parts. His sense of adventure is gone, but fear isn't taking its place, no. It's a lingering curiosity that keeps Tony Stark's mouth shut. The world he sent himself to has kingdoms, apparently, and he ended up in Hyrule, as this kid tells him. Each kingdom seemingly has provicences, and there are a lot of trees. Seems like technology isn't a factor around these parts — this world is far too resourceful to need technology.

          He looks up for a moment to stare at the borderline terrifying, perfect blue sky. Is this what home would look like without pollution? Speaking of home, how was he supposed to find a way back? He pushes the thought aside, leaving his search for Earth as Plan B for now. Civilization sounded great. He lowers his head and eyes the young man before him, still wary of this Skyrim character killing him. As dangerous as it is, Tony doesn't have a choice but to follow his lead — he's lost on another fucking planet, after all.

                "I was shitty too, I'm sorry. If it wasn't obvious, I'm not from this planet.                 Not like I'm a dangerous alien or something, I didn't expect to end up                 in a place like this. Honestly, I can tell you how I got here, but it's not that                 interesting. And I don't wanna waste your time. How about we walk and                 talk about everything? Throw questions at me or something like that."

          A pause. Introductions, Tony.

                "Stark, by the way. My name is Stark."

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☑ trappmouth !!

     “ no, he hasn’t. he’s still doin’ the whole superhero gig. don’t think he’ll ever quit. don’t think he wants to. “ an addictive quality to that personality he’s found himself running neck to neck abreast. it’s more than a calling. beyond ambition. it’s something else indescribable. heugh grasps this. he’s his own embedded in his actuality. it just is, and will continue to be as they breath.      heugh’s posture has been rectified, less slack. his attention in the luminous glow of the display knee level to his perusing meander has become comparatively taut. “ gave somethin’ like this a good try, but. s’ more of a sufferin’ side project than anythin’ else. s’been good to a few college kids though. s’ got the money for it. don’t gotta tell you that — “ a pause. his shuffle ends at the pixel-ed source of the little town’s power. “ — he never made it this far. how many volunteers? “ 

          he always finds time to listen to him, jacob isn't exactly a speaker himself, so it's nice every once in a while. a nod of his head every so often, following heugh as they walk through parts of the town. so his tony donated money, huh? sounds like a good deed — maybe his alma mater. doesn't sound too bad of an idea, actually. maybe after this project, or that therapeutic one he has yet to start.

          a light pat on the back, leaving his hand on the other's shoulder, tony lets out an impartial sigh. not angry, nor annoyed. it's just interesting, learning about not-his current plans. " it's a tough project. still under a thousand people, but i think it's enough. plenty of families, some living alone, some with kids, some without. " this town is tony's priority — it's the most interesting subject to him by far. " tons of government issues, not gonna lie. i might have to get permission from an entire town if i don't get the OK — " his hand is off heugh's shoulder and soon enough, he’s walking back to his desk.

          " — well, i'd get the approval eventually. "

I’ve destroyed. I’ve murdered. I’ve burned. I am the monster they warn about.

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      ❝ — some say they earned everything,                       others say they deserved nothing.                                                   they never really cared. ❞

                                                ivan borskov && tony stark

our terrible, sci-guy combo. written by koji and hannah.

                                                                        happy birthday, you piece of fuck !!

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she who was once my everything !!

        She remained knelt in front of Tony, the hopeful smile fading as she sat there listening to him. How was this going to work? The others had already been branded criminals && she threw her name into that lot. They’d already been captured back in Germany, but Natasha would still be hunted by the countries && governments who supported the Accords.

        The redhead would have to be really smart about where to go next. Get in contact with Steve in some way, wherever he might be. She knew that Wanda, Clint, && the others were locked up somewhere hidden, but it would only be a matter of time before Steve would find a way to break them out. Natasha wanted to help, no matter the cost. They all needed to be together again.

        Biting her lip, she thought about what to do in regards to the man she still loved, && what course of action to follow. Natasha didn’t want to leave the engineer again; that vicious cycle of leaving && returning needed to be broken. Cerulean hues trailed over to the bag she had dropped next to the chair she had been sitting on just a moment ago.

                                                Perhaps…

        ❛ There is something that might allow me to stay && be hidden in plain sight. It was a parting gift from Nick after the mess in DC. ❜  Natasha had been referring to the camotech she had used when she impersonated Councilwoman Hawley. It had been how she remained in the shadows whenever she wasn’t with her fellow Avengers. Maybe Tony would be willing to help her upgrade it even further.

        ❛ We made sure that the only ones who knew about us were the rest of the team, right? Cause if so, then Ross wouldn’t see this coming. The camotech would make it so that facial && voice recognition from any cameras wouldn’t work, meaning I could stay with you while we help the others && keep some people out of trouble. ❜ 

                Her gaze shifted back to him, eyes filled of hope.  ❛ What do you say? ❜

         It was a thought, to say the least, but there was so much precaution that followed the idea. Not only did Natasha have to be wary of her own actions, which was simple enough for the assassin, but she had to choose her words carefully at all times, create an entirely new identity to live among humans and mutans, men and women alike, and create a diversion to distract the world from finding Natasha Romanoff.

          His ego was getting in the way and he knew it — he feared involvement with the authorities, for Ross to discover what events may happen after this and order a search through the once again Stark Tower, or to order the hunt for both himself and Natasha. But then again, if he let her go this very moment, wouldn't someone discover this conversation anyway? It was a lose-lose situation, unless he took their romance as a win, then they were just criminals in love.

                                                            This was just a bad Bonnie and Clyde joke.

          The camotech — photostatic veil, whatever — could hold three different faces, would change the voice of the user, and would have to be an already existant person. The engineer leaned in to kiss her forehead, lowering his hands from her face and raising his own head up to look at the run-down ceiling. Boy, did they have work to do.

          "Let's get out of here before someone finds us. Do you have everything you need?" His eyes never left the crack on the ceiling just above him. It wasn't important — it was just aesthetically pleasing in a way, symbolic because of how shattered the room was compared to the two of them, something like that. "We're gonna head back to the tower and set things up from there. Temporary identity, a better plan than what we have, and well," he shrugged, "more tech."

          Looks like Tony Stark made his decision. The futurist looked back down at her, inhaling deeply in a brief moment of fear — if Howard saw him now, Tony wondered if he'd be proud or dissapointed in the choice. Getting on his feet, he reached a hand down to her to help her up, a confident grin on his face. He'd save his panic attack for later — not like the government ever stopped him from doing anything anyway.

                              "Think you could control a suit?"

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where have I seen you before !!

There it was. Not only the look of consternation on his face that she prized, because damn it, Tony Stark needed some of that in his life to temper him, but also the confirmation that he didn’t actually have the first clue who she was. This could be interesting.

“The house can watch her just fine on its own,” she said, an eyebrow shooting up as if to dare him to question her. And it was true, after all, the house was half alive on its own merit, and some of the things that dwelt there might not necessarily be alive anymore, but they were still perfectly functional. “If she were to so much as miss a stair the floorboards would pick themselves up and catch her.”

With anyone else it might be utter incredulity, but Loki thought of all people, Tony would believe her. He could build machines that thought and acted as intelligently as any human, and she, too, could grant objects both will and purpose, though her methods were a little different.

He’d figure her out eventually. He wouldn’t have a choice.

Loki laid a half-reassuring hand on his arm, and gave him a smile that he might find familiar, if he thought about it. “Artisan café. Yeah?”

Her questioning gaze had the futurist deep in thought, unsure of the woman's identity but sensing something painstakingly familiar about her. For some reason, however, a name just wouldn't come. Plus, when someone willingly uses magic before him, Tony Stark can't help but conclude that they're either a person he's met before, a threat to his life, or both.

"The HOUSE," he repeated, with much more hesitation in comparison, "can watch her." Why question it? He nodded cautiously, eyeing her from head to toe with a million questions in mind, none leaving his lips. Tony was far from afraid — he was curious, and now far more interested. Maybe she was a witch, possibly a mutant he met in the past, or maybe Thor would know — probably not; he was always terrible at guessing games.

Soon enough, he gave up on his mental guessing game, knowing he'd figure it out eventually. Plus, he had plenty of time to figure it out on their not-date. Half-convinced by her smile, now added on to his mental list of clues to this mystery woman, he shrugged and smiled in reply.

"Sounds lovely, my treat." Tony took a step back, politely leaving space for her so they could walk side-by-side in the opposite direction. The café was just at the other end of the block, so the walk wasn't horrible, but Tony knew it was going to be a long day for the two of them.

Somehow, his original intentions were lost in their short conversation, but the mental strain of figuring her out was far more fun.

[tomshardy]

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QUICK INFO BEFORE I FORGET

If you've noticed, I tag my arcs — that's mostly because I haven't been roleplaying anything (give or take two threads) regarding Civil War. I'm still working on Tony's page and fixing some things up, so everything is still going to be pre-Civil War but post-Age of Ultron. It's that nice inbetween phase of Tony being retired and literally going " n o " to everything. But yeah, that's all. Once I get things organized though, all new threads will be post-civil war. I'm just not ready for the commitment yet.

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EVERYONE IS COMING BACK AND/OR FINDING ME I AM BOTH TERRIFIED AND EXCITED S C R E A M S

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stranger danger !!

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        ❝ Suit like that’ll get real quick if you decide to stay here too long. ❞

          ❝ Don't start talkin' big unless you're the threat.                               — I think I can survive a sidewalk-stroll. ❞

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I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.

Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire (via spitfcre)

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You protect me from myself and I’ll protect you from everything else.

(via evanspez)

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WHAT’S YOUR MUSE’S PLANT PERSONALITY? TAKE THIS QUIZ AND POST YOUR RESULTS! ( repost, don’t reblog! )

TAGGED BY: itakemyselfsupercereal TAGGING: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DANDELION

Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

GINGER

Spirited. A feisty and fiery companion, quick with an opinion, a laugh or an idea. Warm, friendly and inviting, you never allow an awkward moment to pass. In fact, even cold and distant people warm up to you more quickly than others. Negative experiences or too much indulgence, however, can send you into a bit of a tailspin, and when hurt you may become quite cold and distant. Ginger people do best when their natural warmth and affection is flowing freely, giving them easy access to their love of life.

SLIPPERY ELM

Let’s just say you’re a vocal person. Sure, that might mean you’re chatty. But it also means you’re the one humming in the hallway, singing in the shower, speaking your mind, standing up and shouting if need be to get yourself heard. You’ve got a voice and you know how to use it. Inclined to speak up for the voiceless, defend the defenseless or simply bring joy to the joyless, you may have a tendency to overuse your voice.

[fuckyeahtonystark]

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SCREAMS MY FOUR YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON TUMBLR IS IN EIGHTEEN DAYS MOTHER OF PEARL WOWIE ZOWIE I THINK I'M GONNA RE-RECORD DEAREST NATASHA AND REGRETFULLY POST IT ON THE INTERNET AGAIN LIKE BEFORE BECAUSE WHO HAS BAD LIFE CHOICES? MEEE!

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❝ The scientific man does not aim at an immediate result. He does not expect that his advanced ideas will be readily taken up. His work is like that of the planter — for the future. His duty is to lay the foundation for those who are to come, and point the way…

                                                                                  he lives and labors and hopes. ❞