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                 Remember that you can random tag me anytime.

                Remember that you can random tag me anytime.

                Remember that you can random tag me anytime.

Give me texts/phone related things.

Give me gif or icon chats.

Give me text starters.

It’s great in between long/multi-paras and really deepens a line.

Even if we don’t have a verse, give the love.

                          Random tagging makes me feel really special.


Bella Luna | @prince-of-camelot, @wordlesswarlock







Summer Rainault shaded her eyes, glancing up at the sun. She’d stay out another hour before heading back to Camelot. She’d found a good harvest of the herbs that were wanted by the physician, but the day was more than nice enough to linger. Early autumn wasn’t often so.

Absorbed in her task, she didn’t pay much attention to the sounds around her until the several roughly dressed men had surrounded her.

“Well hey, what’s this?” one of them growled, brandishing a knife at her. “Pretty girl, all alone, not a good thing.” Another one chuckled, a cruel sound.

“All your money, and quickly,” the one with the knife said, beckoning.

Summer twisted her mouth sideways. “Do I look to have money on me, you fool?”

Arthur was walking around the town making sure everything was in order. Seeing that everything was, Arthur started to head back to the castle, when a group of people caught his eye. He turned to them and saw a girl surrounded by men. He walked towards them and tapped one of them on the shoulder. 

“Ya what do you want?” The man turned around and asked him.

Arthur crossed his arms. “Is there a reason you’re surrounding this young lady?”

The man with the knife quickly came up with an excuse, “Oh, we were making sure she got home safely. We didn’t want her to get hurt, since she’s all alone.”

The prince didn’t believe them, of course, so he walked between them and took the girl’s arm. “I’ll make sure she gets home. Go before I punish you all.” He said as the men scurried away. “Are you alright?” He asked the girl.

Summer turned an amused and bemused expression on her rescuer. He was certainly dressed for the part, chainmail and the red cloak of the knights of Camelot.

Then she got a good look at his face, and the smile twisted a little. “I’m fine, sire. They hadn’t done more than threaten me.”

Arthur smiled at her. “Good. Can’t let a beautiful girl get hurt, that’s against the knight code.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“I think I could have protected myself, but I do appreciate the sentiment.” Summer patted the Prince’s hand. 

“Would you like me to escort you back to your home, just in case?” He offered. For some reason he didn’t want to leave the girl’s side. She intrigued him. “May I ask of your name?”

“You’re very kind, sire.” Laughingly, Summer offered a little curtsey. “I’m Summer. You, of course, are instantly recognisible to any who live in Camelot as Prince Arthur.” Gently, she extricated herself from his hand and bent to sweep up her basket. “I would like to avail myself of your courtesy, but I do have a little more yet to do.”

Zero % Interest | Closed RP | @gadgeteerphilanthropist



After a brief internal struggle, Summer answered honestly, “Mostly the computers. I’ve always had a computer, and I just … a man like you, with that suit? You must have some of the best tech on the planet.” She glanced around. “I am going to get so lost in here. Where is my bedroom, anyway?”

Five seconds too late, she realised that might not have been the best thing to ask Tony Stark, playboy. Time to wing it. “I … just want to put my bag down before I even try to go exploring.”

“Now that I can do,” Tony said after a moment’s thought.  ”I’ve still got equipment set up in the garage, when I needed more room for a test.  And I can introduce you to one right now.”  With that, he looked at the ceiling, snapped his fingers, and said, “Yes, I’m talking about you.  Be polite.”

-My apologies, sir.  Guests do not always take it well when the building begins speaking to them.  Greetings, Miss.-

At her last question, Tony smirked, eyebrows raising, but all he said was, “Just follow me,” and turned towards one of the elevators.

“Oh my god!” Summer emitted a tiny, high-pitched squeak. “Is that an AI? No, sorry, if that’s an AI I should be asking it — him? It? Hi?” She tried not to split her face grinning, gave up trying to school her face into something less like a ecstatic schoolgirl. “You wrote an AI! I think I love you!”

She turned around, trying to follow Tony, trying to spot where the speakers were that the AI was using, half-laughing. “This is so amazing!”




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Greyfaces are dangerous things, man. *tugs on his hair a bit* You did say you were sorry.

*folds his arms to rest his chin on top of them*  None of this makes me feel like less of an ass.  *though he is marginally contented by the petting*

Pfft, Tony, don’t be absurd. *drapes herself over him* Poor baby. Shall I kiss it all better?

I am not being absurd.  *only slightly huffy, really, but at the very least there is a smile somewhere in there trying to fight its way out*  I guess you can if you really want to.

*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.