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[starkindustrys]

TONY STARK.         IRON MAN.          primarily set in earth 616 timeline. i've been writing tony since 2021 on & off so consider this blog more headcanon based then comics.       not friendly towards any mcu canon.      exclusively friends only.    adored by zoya.     [pakistani, she/they 24.]      not affiliated with the mcu.   low activity & plot orientated. affiliated with @sentinehl @markmans @kingnther @nexusbeing @grooveys @boystark @hwitequeen @frekcles @devilaw @mmasqued @mesmre @quillnova @tricksterborn @superwidow

GUIDELINES FOR INTERACTION.

one.  this is a private original interpretation of tony stark from marvel comics. i own the graphics and writing here, icon psds used were made by creationcolors , goodvibesrph , and my graphics are typically made by chasen ! i highly suggest commissioning her.

two. i don’t have to explain the various offenses that will result in blocking , by 2025 i expect that certain topics will not be written and certain behaviors are unacceptable. i do not follow whitewashed or genderbent muses, nor do i interact with underage muses that are aged up for the sake of smut. i also do not care for the mcu. i will not write with mcu blogs. i tend to write only with my friends.

three. shipping is secondary on this blog given tony's characterization, since i primarily only write ships with my close friends. unfortunately your girl has anxiety about shipping with too many people! he's a very flirty muse however!!

four. content such as war, gore, trauma, alcoholism, and death, etc will be featured on this blog and i will be diligent to tag as much as i can, however if you need something specifically tagged just let me know. i ask that you please tag mentions of stalking for me.

five. i'm a very slow writer and i ask that you please do not pressure me for replies. i keep this blog as a place to go to relieve stress. i love love comics and just want to share that with everyone!

six. my tony stark is desi and latino. i do not have a set faceclaim, however i will occasionally reblog musings of tony stark. in 2021, i wrote him as a fawad khan fc, so you may see some inspirations from there. i made the starks mixed because its my blog and tumblr rp isn't real. don't be weird about it.

anyway mara/zoya she/they. 24. medical student so my activity drops super randomly.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

[starkindustrys]

tony stark didn't truly believe in asking for permission, not when he was young and hotheaded, not when he was learning how to control the reigns of stark industries, and definitely not when he wanted to make pepper potts smile. he did it the way he did everything else — with confidence sharpened to a point, with charm deployed like a controlled experiment. he leans in over pepper’s shoulder as she works, close enough that his voice becomes a private thing, warm and amused. ❝ you know, ❞ he murmurs, eyes flicking from the screen to the elegant line of her profile, ❝ there are at least six people in this building who think you’re the reason i’m functional. i haven’t corrected them. i enjoy the myth. ❞ his grin is quick, conspiratorial, the kind that suggests he’s letting her in on a joke the universe wasn’t invited to hear. she's pretty when she blushes, she's softer when tony can convince him she's his.

pepper doesn’t look at him right away (she never does) and that, more than anything, is what gets him. when she finally does turn, it’s measured, fond, a little dangerous in its restraint. tony’s smile softens, just a fraction, something sincere threading through the bravado. ❝ you keep me honest, ❞ he says lightly, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t matter that it’s true. ❝ which is impressive, considering honesty and i are… intermittent collaborators. ❞ his hand brushes the edge of her desk, close to hers but not touching, a promise hovering in the space between them. ❝ tell me you’re staying late tonight, potts. purely professional reasons, of course. i’d hate to distract you with my devastating good looks. ❞ @frekcles

[nexusbeing]

she didn't speak for a moment, acclimating herself to the alien familiarity of his office. the warmth of the light, the smell of his cologne. the dull buzz of activity in the hall just beyond the door. stepping closer, wanda smiled. it was a small, secret smile. a smile shared, shadowed and strange. a smile that might destroy them...a smile that might save them. ❝ don't worry, darling. ❞ she brought her hands to his lapels, smoothing there. then, her fingers to his neck, adjusting his tie. ❝ you're the only one who will ever know i was here. ❞ magnetic, as it always was. that's what made them such an effective team. their ultimate tension: they were opposite and the same. it was their differences that made a king. ❝ frost smells blood in the water. she knows something. she knows this is bigger than just me. ❞ she flicked her gaze up, a pause in her preening. ❝ it's time to close ranks. there are eyes and ears in these walls, tony. ❞ deep inhale. exhale. all pretense dropping along with her shoulders. the truth was leaden, a heavy thing to keep hidden. ❝ our captain...he's a part of this, now. no matter how good our intentions, we still paved a road to hell. he needs to know how far it goes. ❞ if she closed her eyes, steve was standing there. their last conversation replaying on a loop ― the betrayal, the hurt. he'd never looked at her like that before, like she was a monster. like she'd killed something precious. maybe she was. maybe she did. ❝ i'll throw myself on the pyre. i'll burn for this, if that's what it takes, but we both know it doesn't stop with me. they will rip through this administration and leave its entrails for the carrion birds. ❞

[starkindustrys]

❝ you always did have a gift for walking back into rooms you set on fire, ❞ tony doesn’t move away from her hands. that’s the first tell. the second is the way his mouth curves, not a smile, not quite, something sharper, controlled, like a blade kept sheathed out of courtesy. the office hums around them, a living thing, wires and whispers and history breathing through the walls. his office, his fault. ❝ frost smelling blood is practically a personality trait, ❞ he murmurs, voice low, conversational, as if they’re discussing polling numbers instead of the end of an administration. ❝ she’s good, i’ll give her that. she just doesn’t know which artery she’s standing on yet. ❞ his hand lifts at last, two fingers catching her wrist, not to stop her, not to claim her, but to anchor the moment before it tips. tony stark has always understood timing. it’s how you throw an election without anyone seeing the hand that tipped the scale. ❝ closing ranks is adorable in theory, wanda. ❞ his gaze sharpens then, all the warmth burning off, revealing the strategist underneath, the man who turned democracy into a controlled demolition and slept just fine afterward. ❝ in practice, it’s how you make yourself the center of the blast radius. ❞

a breath comes out measured and precise, the kind of breath taken by men who plan wars in conference rooms. ❝ steve doesn’t need to know how far it goes, ❞ he says, softer now, almost kind. ❝ he needs to believe it didn’t go far enough without us. that’s the trick. you don’t hand the captain the map to hell — you convince him he’s already saved everyone by not looking. ❞ his thumb presses briefly at her pulse, feeling the truth of her there, alive and dangerous. indispensable. firing her had been necessary. missing her had been inevitable. ❝ you don’t get to martyr yourself for this, ❞ tony continues, steel threaded through the silk of his voice. ❝ martyrs make terrible assets, and worse headlines. if anyone burns, it’ll be because i decided the fire was useful. ❞ he leans in then, close enough that the world narrows to cologne, heat, consequence. ❝ i threw an election for a good man so the worst ones wouldn’t get their hands on the wheel, ❞ he says quietly. ❝ history will argue about that long after we’re both ghosts, but don’t mistake this for regret. ❞ a flashback, quite breathes. the time he almost crossed a line, his voice against her neck. i'm a monster honey but i'm your monster. ❝ you’re not the monster they’ll paint, ❞ tony adds. ❝ you’re the reason the monster stayed in the cage as long as it did. and if they come tearing through these walls looking for entrails — ❞ his smile returns, all teeth this time. ❝ they’ll find i already rearranged the anatomy. ❞

[starkindustrys]

fictional character wrapped list your top characters of the year , the ones you spent the most time thinking about.

galinda the good (wicked)

leia organa (star wars)

lois lane (dc)

tony stark (marvel)

bobbi morse (marvel)

emperor geta (gladiator 2)

daenerys targaryen (asioaf)

sue storm (marvel)

kagome higurashi (inuyasha)

sakura haruno (naruto)

honorable mentions: lexie grey (greys anatomy), sophie hatter (howl's moving castle), stella (winx club), elia martell (asioaf), mantis (marvel)

tagged by: @clarkjosephs

tagging: @fabala @grooveys @frekcles @nexusbeing @linhmieus @kingnther @devilaw @spacezorel @6clawed @secondnurture and you :)

[starkindustrys]

i also caved and made bobbi her own blog @mocksbird

[justlous-art]

80s tony was something else

[starkindustrys]

tony notices her because she doesn’t look up, that’s the crime. everyone else does, he's used to the gawks, whispers, how people measure themselves against the legend. instead, she just stands there, calm as a held breath, like genius isn’t loud enough to bother her. ❝ huh, ❞ he says, drifting closer, mouth already curved into trouble. ❝ either you’re immune to charm, fame, and devastating good looks… or you’re playing it cool. ❞ a glance, deliberate, curious, unmistakably pleased. he's had this game with sersi for years now, taut lips and a shadowing need❝ bold strategy. i almost respect it. ❞ he stops in front of her, taps the arc reactor once with a knuckle as if signaling his own self proclaimed importance. ❝ you look bored. ❞ a beat. ❝ i'm insulted. i thought we had moved past pretending you didn't like seeing me? ❞ then softer, sharper, eyes bright with interest. ❝ so tell me, are you here to steal my tech, fix it, or fall in love with me? because i’d like to schedule accordingly. ❞

@mesmre

[starkindustrys]

the west wing has learned their rhythm by now, the way the air tightens when she’s near, the way tony doesn’t bother pretending he doesn’t know before she speaks. he doesn’t turn right away. he never does. instead, he choses to let her presence settle, let the moment stretch until it’s almost rude. almost intimate. ❝ you know, ❞ he says finally, voice low, amused, threaded with something sharper beneath it, ❝ most fugitives don’t announce themselves like they’re walking back into a staff meeting they forgot to calendar. ❞ a pause. then, softer, warmer. ❝ missed you, too, sweetheart. ❞ he turns then, and there it is, that familiar look, equal parts admiration and trouble. wanda has always been a variable he refused to solve, not because he couldn’t, but because some equations are better left… interesting. ❝ you picked one hell of a glow-down, ❞ he adds, eyes flicking over her like a habit he never bothered breaking. ❝ press secretary to national ghost. the captain's close to losing it. ❞ but the joke doesn’t land clean. it never does with her, because beneath the banter is the truth humming between them, electric and unresolved. ❝ you shouldn’t be here, ❞ he says, not a warning : a confession. ❝ you could get hurt. someone could see you. ❞ he steps closer, close enough to feel the heat of her magic like a held breath, close enough that the mask slips just a little. ❝ they think i buried you, wanda, that i kept you tidied up and neat, professional even. ❞ a crooked smile, dangerous in its sincerity. ❝ what they don’t know is i never could stand unfinished business. ❞ his gaze holds hers now, steady, unflinching. ❝ so tell me, why are you back? did you think you could get away with your little mistake? ❞ a beat, deliberate. ❝ or did you just miss arguing with me at two in the morning like this was foreplay? ❞ @nexusbeing

[starkindustrys]

tony has learned that silence hits different when it’s earned. the tower is quiet in the way only late nights manage, no alarms, no suits charging, no jarvis diagnostics murmuring statistics about a world that keeps asking too much of him. just the low hum of the city far below and the soft, uneven rhythm of a child breathing somewhere down the hall. he leans against the glass, arc reactor dimmed, reflection fractured, billionaire, engineer, weapons-maker, savior, liability, and then there’s that version of him, the one that exists only because she does. she is sprawled in sleep the way only children can be, limbs unbothered by gravity or consequence, curls stuck to her forehead like they’ve staged a rebellion of their own. there’s a crayon drawing taped crookedly to her nightstand, iron man with a heart that’s too big, a sun where the chest piece should be, and it guts him in a way shrapnel never quite managed. tony crouches anyway, careful, reverent, as if she’s something holy he’s afraid to break by looking too closely. his fingers hover over her shoulder, hesitate, then settle ... grounding, real. proof.

❝ hey, kid,❞ he murmurs, voice rough, stripped of bravado. there’s no audience here. no armor. just a man who knows exactly how sharp his edges are and how soft she is in comparison. ❝ you don’t know this yet, but you’re the reason i double-check the numbers now. the reason i stop before i pull the trigger, ❞ a breath. a crooked half-smile she can’t see. ❝ you make me want to be… less impressive. more decent.❞ he straightens slowly, like the weight of that admission has mass. the world will keep demanding iron men and miracles and clean endings. but tonight, all he has to be is a father standing watch, promising himself, again, that when the darkness comes calling, it will have to go through him first. because she is not his legacy. she is his light.

@enchaentales for his daughter.

[starkindustrys]

ALLOIYS ----> STARKINDUSTRYS

[starkindustrys]

[into my iphone speaker] siri post on tumblr that i want a starter call that i'll queue up between my days off

[starkindustrys]

one minute i’m remaking a tony blog for fun, next minute it’s a full ‘you jump, i jump’ marvel migration 😭🕸️!!!!!!!!!!

[starkindustrys]

writing a popular character is so funny like people project their own thoughts about them onto you and its like crazyyyyy no my tony is not the version you made in your head he is the version from my head!!

[tin-can-iron-man]

I'm just gonna say it again real quick:

Yes!! Iron Man is a tragedy! It has and always has been since the very first appearance in 1963 which describes itself, Tony's life, and legacy, as such.

Tony causes most of his issues himself, he is his biggest villain, a majority of his rogues gallery are caricatures of the worst versions of himself brought to life (when they're not just being racist cuz...60s...). The worst thing about being Tony Stark is that he can't stop being Tony Stark (he tried!!) That is the point.

The majority of pain Tony goes through, is pain he inflicts on himself, whether intentionally or inadvertently. That is the point.

He is not A villain (at least. Not usually. There are...some rough moments and arcs that are. Not great. As there is with any character as old as he is). But he is his own main antagonist.

[starkindustrys]

i think i broke something.

❝  replaceable.   ❞ the sound of a broken toy is familiar, second nature to a toolmaker. toymaker. god. stark plays with his own monikers like figures in a cabinet, the being of creation and destruction in one man. mason could ruin the entire gallery and it wouldn't matter. an inventor's memory is worth more than a thousand trinkets left unfinished. an idle hand drops the screw, brown eyes finally landing on the half torn robot on the floor. protocol 04014. faulty design anyway. ❝  — you caught me on a good day. ❞ he shrugs, towel removed from his neck. pep loves his show, the famous mason greene now a household name. [ so when tony calls in a favor from sebastian, he trades a little house tour for a promise showstopper. ] ❝  y'know — my wife is a huge fan.   ❞ stark stretches, kicking the chair to the other. ❝  not many people can make her laugh [ NOT EVEN ME! ] so i wanted to do something special for her.    ❞

[wingheadshellhead]

TONY STARK in I AM IRON MAN (2023) art by Dotun Akande