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cap_ironman2009-07-25 08:26 pm
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Big Bang art post
I realized I never posted my Big Band art to the community so here it is
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saraid's To Extremes
Bigger version can be found with the story or here
And there he was. Tony Stark - renowned playboy, genius, businessman, founding member of the Avengers – dozing in a leather chair with a large book open and askew on his chest.
The room was illuminated by a couple of lamps that didn’t give off much light
(I hope it's the right book, I looked it up on google and even found the back cover for it. I looked up many leather chairs for this pic as well, it's a little excessive, but it's Tony right? His left arm is all messed up. ahhhh)
(Tony is not naked because I did not want to look up reference for it :| )
Steve ended up lifting him and bringing him in closer, hands moving from waist to under the arms till they were chest to chest, Tony’s forehead lolling against his shoulder and Steve scooted to the edge of the ledge, legs spread for balance. Tony’s legs ended up spread limply to either side of his upper thighs and hips. Awkward, but it would have to do.
Steve pressed his lips into sodden black hair. It curled when it was wet, something he’d noticed before. It was cute. In fact there were a lot of things about Tony that could be endearing, and Steve found it secretly amusing, because he knew how Tony would react to being called ‘cute’.
Steve leaned in, as close as he could get to Tony’s ear, and almost whispered, low and intense. “You need to wake up Tony. You’re really starting to scare me here.”
(probably my favourite picture of the bunch)
Jan dressed to the Nines and Henry being all big blue and fuzzy :D . I like the colouring in this one.
MJ appeared in the doorway, looking far too lovely to spend her time sitting beside a sick man’s bed. Her hair was loose and flowing and she was wearing a dark green turtleneck with loose black pants. It made her hair look like a silk scarf cascading over her shoulders. She was also wearing way too much makeup, which meant she’d either just returned from an audition or a photo shoot.
(She looks scary here and not happy, oops?)
“I’ll be back soon,” Steve whispered. Then he kissed Tony’s forehead, the way he remembered his parents had kissed his.
The others wouldn’t say anything. He knew they didn’t understand why he needed to touch Tony so much, but they never said anything.
(Poor Tony, I never drew his eyes open and I didn't draw him all that well. Next time)
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saraid's To ExtremesBigger version can be found with the story or here
And there he was. Tony Stark - renowned playboy, genius, businessman, founding member of the Avengers – dozing in a leather chair with a large book open and askew on his chest.
The room was illuminated by a couple of lamps that didn’t give off much light
(I hope it's the right book, I looked it up on google and even found the back cover for it. I looked up many leather chairs for this pic as well, it's a little excessive, but it's Tony right? His left arm is all messed up. ahhhh)
(Tony is not naked because I did not want to look up reference for it :| )
Steve ended up lifting him and bringing him in closer, hands moving from waist to under the arms till they were chest to chest, Tony’s forehead lolling against his shoulder and Steve scooted to the edge of the ledge, legs spread for balance. Tony’s legs ended up spread limply to either side of his upper thighs and hips. Awkward, but it would have to do.
Steve pressed his lips into sodden black hair. It curled when it was wet, something he’d noticed before. It was cute. In fact there were a lot of things about Tony that could be endearing, and Steve found it secretly amusing, because he knew how Tony would react to being called ‘cute’.
Steve leaned in, as close as he could get to Tony’s ear, and almost whispered, low and intense. “You need to wake up Tony. You’re really starting to scare me here.”
(probably my favourite picture of the bunch)
Jan dressed to the Nines and Henry being all big blue and fuzzy :D . I like the colouring in this one.
MJ appeared in the doorway, looking far too lovely to spend her time sitting beside a sick man’s bed. Her hair was loose and flowing and she was wearing a dark green turtleneck with loose black pants. It made her hair look like a silk scarf cascading over her shoulders. She was also wearing way too much makeup, which meant she’d either just returned from an audition or a photo shoot.
(She looks scary here and not happy, oops?)
“I’ll be back soon,” Steve whispered. Then he kissed Tony’s forehead, the way he remembered his parents had kissed his.
The others wouldn’t say anything. He knew they didn’t understand why he needed to touch Tony so much, but they never said anything.
(Poor Tony, I never drew his eyes open and I didn't draw him all that well. Next time)
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