#ft. Tony

[the-autopsy-collective]

We keep forgetting to upload art here so here's a few refs of alters we've made over the past couple of months

[midnightscxre]

@missabeewriting​​ continued from X

One of three brothers, born and escaped the traditional clutches of a small, church-going community as soon as the legs were strong enough to carry him away from the miserable surroundings. No future there, behind church pews at day, dancing with the devils at night. Mrs. Parlamo would peel the aging skin off of her digits with rolling the rosery between the fingers if she dared to dive in the truth of what kind of people her sons were. Tony, maybe the worst atrocity of the three, although he carried shame of being related to the brothers.

 Incapable for nearly everything, as the man with coal colored hair would describe. Even if Tony was not exactly rotten to the core, not on the list of the most vicious creatures that needed to be erased from the earth such as murderers and women abusers, Tony was definitely a disloyal, tricky, cunning, temperamental crook. Hustling his was through life along with his ‘ business associates  ��, stealing money through insurance scams or any kind of shady business plans, along with his passion of breaking people’s faces for money in underground matches. 

The bitter man lived with his worst sins hanged around his neck, sugarcoating it for no one -- even his temporary dates that kept the bed warm, but never more than a few days. Quick to replace, quick to forget -- Tony didn’t believe in heartbreak and romance that stings with its delightful memories in the cold, lonely nights. However, a tough beauty before him brought a splash of pleasant sensation bubbling in the muscular chest. Shoulders always tensed, ready like a finger on a trigger, seemingly relaxed. “ Didn’t expect for you to jump right back into my arms doll, but that tone is a bit harsh, no?  “  Slight British accent shaking with a deep chuckle.

 Information about her dating status lifted up the corner of the lips in a playful grin. “  Ruined all the mate’s chances to win you over? You really are making me feel special. “ Man on the ground released a mumbling sound, attracting the glacial orbs filled with irritation. “  Then you would not mind me flexing those fists again, love?  “ Less a question than a potential warning of what follows, not caring about curious gazes around them. However, strangely conflict gained a second place next to the unusual amusement with seeing his ex. Returning the gaze to Renata, Tony recalled their turbulent past. If he would have to be painfully honest -- this one surely was special, definitely different from the others. Unexplored territory sang to him despite the rules written in stone. Flexing the broad neck that made a cracking sound, Tony closed some distance between them. “  Go for a drink with me and save this lad from another beating, what do you say?  “ 

[romanovaspy]

@mrstvrks

[wingheadshellhead]

tonycarol you are so incredibly precious to me

[cosm1cbrownie]

tony made him that cake :3

[hihi!!! this is the avengers assemble uni! please do not repost my work, reblogging and liking are fine with me!]

/ twitter edition / (also uhhh my old account got sussed pls follow me back if ya havent alrdy!!)

[every-sanji]

[weirdgirlnicorobin]

one piece + screenshots of despair

[i-love-a-lot-of-things-a-bunch]

Small post, some of my favorite characters on cover art! ✈️👊🔧🌠🐈‍⬛🌅⛓🙌🏻💪🎇

[616scarletvision]

Marvel Comics has revealed Sean Galloway’s variant cover for Avengers Inc. #1, which re-imagines Earth’s Mightiest Heroes in the style of a Saturday-morning cartoon. Avengers Inc. launches Sept. 13 from writer Al Ewing and artist Leonard Kirk. That said, in Marvel’s official announcement, Galloway’s “Saturday Morning” variant cover for issue #1 is solicited for Nov. 29 (it’s unclear if this is an error). At any rate, the colorful variant depicts a slew of iconic Marvel heroes: Vision, Scarlet Witch, Black Panther, Ms. Marvel, Falcon, Thor, and Iron Man.

[dahliayoung]

CLOSED STARTER for @tonibeltranWHERE: re-chording, saturday, aug 31, in the early afternoon

Dahlia had texted Toni yesterday letting him know what time she could come over to jam at Re-Chording. It still felt strange and absurd to her that she had Toni Beltran’s number. She was getting better at not freaking out about it if she thought about it too much, but it was still so surreal. Dahlia pushed open the door to the store, the chime of the bell overhead announcing her arrival. Re-Chording had always been a sanctuary for her, a place where she could breath easier and the outside world was drowned out by the gentle hum of guitars hanging on the walls. Today was different, though. Today, she crossing the threshold with her Epiphone slung over her shoulder to jam with one of her inspirations. No biggie. The fact that Toni wanted to jam out with her was both insane and exciting. It was no secret that Dahlia loved to nerd out about music – she could have in-depth conversations with anyone who was willing to listen – but Toni was different. He understood music on a deep, almost spiritual level. There were so many questions swirling in her head about his music and lyrics, but she wasn’t sure he’d want to be bothered with them.  As she walked through the store, she spotted Toni sitting near the back on a stool with a guitar in his hands. He wasn’t playing, but just the sight of him there tugged at something in Dahlia’s chest she couldn’t quite name. She knew his story–what Amethyst fan didn’t?–but she knew better than to bring it up. His relationship with the guitar might have changed, but his love for music had remained, and she admired that about him. “Hey Toni,” Dahlia called out as she approached, keeping her tone cheerful but relaxed. Inside, she was buzzing with anticipation and excitement for their session. “Ready to jam?”

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Starter for @ohmylcve based on: a combo of these: we act like a couple but we’re not we’re friends, but one night you confess your actual feelings and i don’t want to be around you anymore au & we keep eyefucking from across the bar/club but i’m not gonna let you approach me, i’m just gonna go grind on some other people until you break au

Tony knew it was probably cruel and twisted to keep torturing himself by staying Alaska's best friend, but he couldn't help it. Being her best friend and having her in his life was better than losing her altogether, which is what he was pretty sure would happen if he ever opened his mouth about these pesky feelings that had been developing. As it was, they were out at the bar together like usual and she was off grinding on some other dude, yet her bright blue hues seemed firmly locked on him. It was simultaneously the sexiest and most infuriating thing in the world.

[pixelrhys]

Does her job even involve radioactive goo??? Who are you????

[goldenretriever-werewolfwarrior]

Tyler moved around his living room, quickly. Gathering up the few dirty dishes he had scattered around the place before he placed them in the sink. It was going to be good to see Tony, and just have a blob night. It had been too long, really. Tyler grabbed his phone, and ordered the pizzas as he walked around the couch and over to the tv unit. Once the pizza was ordered, Tyler slipped his phone away and grabbed a few games that they looked to play. After setting them out, Tyler laid out some text books and study guides, encase Tony was in the right mood.

Tyler pulled his phone and checked the time and status of the pizza. Tony shouldn't be too far, and pizza won't be far behind him. Tyler smiled as he felt Nugget nuzzle in to his side. "I know, he will be here soon." Tyler told Nugget as he scratched the dogs ear gently. Tyler was about to walking into the kitchen when he heard a knock on the door. Tyler grinned as he bounded over to it and threw it open. "About time." Tyler teased as he looked his friend over. "Come in, pizza won't be far away."

[tonibeltran]

i apologize if it's a little too much just a little too soon / but if the conversation ever were to come up / i don't want to assume this stuff / but ain't it love? / i think i'm in love / and he laughs at all my jokes / and he says i'm so american / oh god it's just not fair of him / to make me feel this much

[wingheadshellhead]

will always be eternally tender and soft for tony and carol’s dynamic and how soft they are with each other. they're so similar in many ways and they can always see through each other’s bullshit when they’re hurting and in need of help but unwilling to let down their guard and be vulnerable. i adore them.

[illuminatingprowess]

Closed: @theartofruling

Location: Kings Hill, Sebastian's Office

These therapy sessions with Toni have been ongoing since September. Twice a month, he had his early mornings blocked off to chat with the guardian witch and counselor. It was insisted by the head maid of his, who’d also worked for his parents. Gleaning information from her was rather helpful, in understanding who he was. However, discussing and processing his thoughts in an intimate setting with Toni had proven to be more helpful to his personal identity and leading Kings Hill better than he ever could have possibly done on his own. As he paced and dwelled on his thoughts, figuring out what he wanted to discuss this session, there was only really one thing on his mind right now. He knew he’d been very candid and short in his encounter with his personal relationships. Sebastian was feeling rather empty in the fact that there weren’t those jovial friendships he once had prior to becoming king. 

There was no resolve where it came to Hale and it was cordial at best when it came to Robin. Those were two pivotal people who helped him in the earlier days after being crowned king. Since then, they were nothing but distant strangers. Sebastian didn’t know if there was any restoration possible in those respective relationships, but he would at least like not to have a guilty conscience regarding them any further. Even more so, things with him and Miray had also been a bit more flat as well. Of course, Seb was at the root of all these things and so clearly, he was the problem.

“So…I don’t think saying sorry is enough to mend broken relationships. Quite frankly, I’m not sure what my next move should be. Of course, starting with sorry is ideal, but then what?” he looked over towards the woman finally taking a seat. Since then, he was very selective with his wording and in the manner in which he spoke to people. The last thing he needed was a treaty to be broken because his communication was poor. “And if you say I need to be more vulnerable, I don’t know how much I have left in me Toni…”