Oh, well, that’s your own error. Godmoding. Bah. I’m very cuddly, but since you’re all — standoffish, you won’t get any.
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iamthefirechild replied to your post: IRON CAT!
No, for the shipping. Jesus, Tony, ask a question and then forget what you asked? (Although I do love cats! SQUEE.)
Well, technically, I’m not the one asking questions, she is. I just happen to be the one answering them.
(Stop abusing the fourth wall, you dickbag.)
And pardon me if my mind didn’t immediately jump to shipping with my cat. It never quite occurred to me.
But kitties are precious! And lovable! AND, shipping doesn’t have to be about the sex.
Then please, enlighten me on the different types of shipping.
Tony, you need a fandom that is not yourself. Honestly. ‘Ship’ comes from ‘relationship’, and that can be any kind! Pets have a very dear and close relationship with their people! FriendSHIP, that’s a good ship. I like friendship ships. Like Johnlock.
No, for the shipping. Jesus, Tony, ask a question and then forget what you asked? (Although I do love cats! SQUEE.)
Well, technically, I’m not the one asking questions, she is. I just happen to be the one answering them.
(Stop abusing the fourth wall, you dickbag.)
And pardon me if my mind didn’t immediately jump to shipping with my cat. It never quite occurred to me.
But kitties are precious! And lovable! AND, shipping doesn’t have to be about the sex.
Zero % Interest | Closed RP | @gadgeteerphilanthropist
“Bah, semantics.” Summer grinned. Tapping the backpack next to her with one foot, she glanced at the doors and said, “So, is there a protocol, do you need to do any kind of showy thing, or shall I just march in and take over?”
Tony shrugged, and slid his hands into his pockets. ”If there’s supposed to be a light show, they failed to tell me about it. So, best make with the marching and the taking over.” He turned, sweeping one arm towards the doors like some sort of extravagant doorman.
It should have taken half a second to sling the backpack over her shoulder. Unfortunately, the curse of ‘hair to your knees’ kicked in just then, resulting in three seconds of swearing, followed by ten seconds of pulling all the strands including the annoying elusive ones out from under the straps — and the total ruination of the cool impression she’d been trying to make.
“Aaaand now I look like an idiot.” Shoving her hair back over her left shoulder, Summer pulled the glass door open and asked, “How is this supposed to work, anyway? Am I supposed to follow you around, or … boss you around?” She accented that last with a raised eyebrow.
Zero % Interest | Closed RP | @gadgeteerphilanthropist
“Unless you’re Mr. Stark’s identical twin kept hidden from the world for decades just to double for him in public … I believe I am.” Rumour claimed Tony Stark was a man who liked sass, and by gods, Summer could do sass. She pulled a slender, long-fingered hand out of her pocket and offered it, low, with a smile. “I’m Summer Rainault.”
For a man of his age, Tony was a good looking piece, especially out of the suit. Cocky smile, neat goatee, tall dark and handsome check … it was possible this could be an extremely amusing three days.
“If I was, I wouldn’t exactly be hidden. I can’t be hidden, and go out in public. You just wouldn’t know I was a twin. But alas, I don’t have a body double. I should look into it.” Tony only paused for a moment before shaking her hand. ”Nice to meet you.”
She was definitely attractive, he would give her that. And she seemed like she would be able to keep up reasonably well conversationally. Maybe this wouldn’t be quite as horrible as he’d originally thought.
“Bah, semantics.” Summer grinned. Tapping the backpack next to her with one foot, she glanced at the doors and said, “So, is there a protocol, do you need to do any kind of showy thing, or shall I just march in and take over?”
*slides around into his lap with a responsive hum of her own*
*settles his hands on her lower back, shifting to get more comfortable*
*slyly nibbles on his lower lip, arms locked around his neck*
Zero % Interest | Closed RP | @gadgeteerphilanthropist
Summer wasn’t even entirely sure why she’d even bothered to buy any tickets to that celebrity lottery. Okay, so it was Tony Stark, THE Iron Man. Okay, so they were cheap, and it was a good cause.
She’d certainly never expected to WIN.
Now the petite redhead was standing outside Stark Tower, six months in New York at least enabling her to not gape upwards, waiting to actually meet the man whose life she’d get to be a part of for the next three days. She shoved her hands into her blue jean pockets, idly swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet.
To be entirely honest, Tony hadn’t been so keen on the whole auction thing. But Pepper had talked him into it. Something about good PR, the proceeds going to a good cause, and ‘for goodness sake, Tony, it’s only three days, you can make it.’
So he stepped out of the glass doors onto the sidewalk, looking around as he did. There was already someone out there, presumably waiting, and he peered at her over the edge of his sunglasses, giving her a once over. Not bad. Definitely not bad.
His most charming grin in place, Tony strolled up to her. ”You wouldn’t happen to be waiting out here for me, would you?”
“Unless you’re Mr. Stark’s identical twin kept hidden from the world for decades just to double for him in public … I believe I am.” Rumour claimed Tony Stark was a man who liked sass, and by gods, Summer could do sass. She pulled a slender, long-fingered hand out of her pocket and offered it, low, with a smile. “I’m Summer Rainault.”
For a man of his age, Tony was a good looking piece, especially out of the suit. Cocky smile, neat goatee, tall dark and handsome check … it was possible this could be an extremely amusing three days.
*pokes his side* That is SO not what I meant. Although if you talk to Reed — NO. No, I am not going to encourage you to get into recursive time loops over a stupid greyface. Just, I don’t know, say you’re sorry and send flowers.
*snickers and scoots away from the poking finger* But what if I want to get into recursive time loops over other stupid things? Would that be okay, my lady?
Only if you take me with you! *shuts him up with a kiss*
*turns so the kiss is happening at less of an awkward angle, and hums contently*
*slides around into his lap with a responsive hum of her own*
*pokes his side* That is SO not what I meant. Although if you talk to Reed — NO. No, I am not going to encourage you to get into recursive time loops over a stupid greyface. Just, I don’t know, say you’re sorry and send flowers.
*snickers and scoots away from the poking finger* But what if I want to get into recursive time loops over other stupid things? Would that be okay, my lady?
Only if you take me with you! *shuts him up with a kiss*
*kisses the top of his ear* Yes you are. Being an ass is about as familiar to you as it is to me. *nuzzles the back of his ear* Come on, luv, give it up. We all know the grey magic floats around and isn’t kind.
*rolls his eyes but turns his head to properly face her finally* Yeah, but there’s a difference between my usual brand of assholery and…that. And before this, the only grey magic I’ve experienced gave me a verbal tic, and turned me into a rabbit.
*wraps arms around and hugs tight* Well, are you going to just sulk about it, or do something about it? ‘s the thought that counts, right?
Not much to do about it. Even I haven’t mastered retroactive activity. But still. *sits up finally, leaning on his elbows, with her still draped over him* I suppose I could stop moping on the table. I’ll ruin the finish.
*pokes his side* That is SO not what I meant. Although if you talk to Reed — NO. No, I am not going to encourage you to get into recursive time loops over a stupid greyface. Just, I don’t know, say you’re sorry and send flowers.