Hella extra popstar Tony for @avengersasssemble and their fic for this.

Author: @cptxrogers
Link to fic: “A Problem of Identity”
Link to art: on AO3
A/N: I had so much fun working with @cptxrogers! This story has IDENTITY PORN, plot, goofy villains, action, and smut. Did I mention the identity porn? Go read it, you won’t be sorry!

PS: wow I found drawing the early canon armor to be way easier than drawing the later canon or MCU armor, I can see why it stuck around for so long

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melty-artz:

I was missing him this morning so here’s an angsty IW doodle.

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ruebella-b:

i’m just a soul whose intentions are good, oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

[dedicated to the awesome @daphnegeeksout ]

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acachette:

So I was super lucky and got to work with some amazing authors on this years @cap-ironman big bang! @dapperanachronism and @robintcj were both so kind and welcoming, but more importantly the fic I got to illustrate is the BEST FIC! Go read it right away, forget your commitments, quit your job, drop out of school! Also there are some pretty major art spoilers under the cut, so maybe read it before looking. Thanks so much for so much fun!!!

Keep reading

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kurisu-80:

idk whati m doing

Thor and Loki have definitively different opinions on what constitutes family bonding. Loki would like it to involve less Loki-throwing.

Shitty days are pretty run of the mill when divorce is a thing and parents act like they have the emotionally maturity of 12 year olds. For a prompt maybe some cute domestic!fluff, lazy sunday mornings?

musicalluna:

urghhhh yeah nothing brings out the childishness in parents like divorce. that really blows i’m sorry

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Tony wakes up to sunshine and the warmth of Steve’s body next to him, white sheets around his waist, leaving the wide, muscled expanse of Steve’s back for him to enjoy. He smiles to himself, still in the hazy place not all that far removed from sleep.

For a little while, he just lies there, eyes closing in blinks that last minutes rather than seconds. But eventually the temptation of all that skin so nearby gets to be too much, and he pries himself up, leaning over to deposit a kiss on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve snuffles a little, head shifting, and Tony just smiles wider. “Honey.”

Steve whines, a throaty little noise that never fails to delight Tony.

“Honey,” he whispers, and kisses the nearest shoulder blade.

The next noise is sullen, but Tony is nevertheless rewarded with the sight of Steve turning his head to peer at Tony with one vivid blue eye. There are red marks on his face from the sheets creasing against his skin and his hair is a disheveled mess. It’s glorious.

Tony grins at him and ducks down to kiss Steve’s cheek, chuckling at the disgruntled noise that earns him.

Steve’s arm snakes out and slides around his waist dragging him across the bed and under Steve’s bulk. “Why’re you awake?” he asks, voice rough with sleep and Tony shivers, loving the way he can feel it through his whole body. Then Steve buries his face in his throat, nuzzling to settle in. “Sleep,” he says, and his breaths wash over Tony’s collarbones, slowing and deepening once more.

Tony smiles and lets himself revel in the warmth of it all.

Yeah, he can sleep a while longer.