i have no idea if anyone’s still here, but hey!
i may be remaking tony in lieu of the release of IM3—shiny new url and page and all. he’s gonna keep his connections made on this account, i believe, but i may rework his canon/background and everything. not sure.
that’s basically all this message is omg
(and i miss all of you a loooooooot)
“Uhm. No. It’s gonna be a night time thing. But it’ll be outdoors. I’ll need it to be. One of my cubs turns into a dragon at night. Oh yeah… I have cubs now. They’re adopted. Gnee!”
You’re— [Tony has to pause. The teasing can wait. Bewilderment always comes first.]
Han. Han. You’re a dad… to dragons?
It was fucking awful, you know.
-It may as well be the end of the world for her, living without him. For so long. She knew he’d come back- of course, but there was never any guarantee of when or how. Or even if he’d return standing, or in a box.-
I got a good handle on it. How did you think I felt, like a guy rolling around in a field of daisies?
Missed you a lot, kiddo. [He presses another kiss to her skin, but this time on her temple, pulling back slightly and tilting his head down so he can look Kathy in the eye.] Don’t you think otherwise. You’re smart, aren’t you?
“Yeah… Heh! We’re gonna have it in the summer.”
Hold on, hold on— is this going to be a barefoot-on-the-beach affair? Tell me it isn’t, Han. Please. [He’s joking, of course, but he makes sure to put on his most terrified face.] I don’t think I could handle a wedding on the beach at all.
((ALAS, COLLEGE CALLS
i know i owe
IF I OWE YOU SOMETHING OR YOU WANNA START A THREAD ETC. LIKE THIS POST AND STUFF or leave me a message or something idk freedom of choice yo
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“A red and gold New York is what the world needs, Mr. Stark. Don’t give up on that dream. Gnee! By the way, you’re totally invited to the ceremony my mate and I will be having.” Hanna’s tail was a blur behind him.
Ceremony? [A vague look of interest pops up on Tony’s face, and he tilts his head slightly.]
We talkin’ about a wedding, Han?
Being left alone isn’t.
-Because that’s what she’s been. Really. Bruce is great, but without Tony…-
[Tony’s quiet for a while, all traces of humor wiped from his face, and he purses his lips before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her, pressing a kiss to Kathy’s forehead.]
… M’sorry, sweetheart. [His grip is firm, unrelenting, secure.] You know I had to.
Hanna held up his left hand and showed off his ring. “Mated. I also met the Queen of England earlier this year. Gnee!”
[Both of Tony’s brows lift at that. Why is it that everyone he knows seems to be married or on the verge of marriage? What, did he miss some inane water poisoning while he was working? Jesus.]
Wow. That’s… for once, I sincerely think I can’t think of a story to compare. [He laughs, shaking his head with a little ‘tsk’.]
I’ve been decent. Had a lot of people yelling at me the past few months—probably had a lot to do with the fact that nobody wanted me to redecorate the city in red and gold, which is, by the way, a ridiculous thing on account of red and gold being the most brilliant colors in the world.
[A grin touches his mouth.] I’ve been putting the ‘philanthro’ in ‘genius billionaire playboy philanthropist’, essentially. And maybe kickin’ ass in the meantime, but that’s a regular.
I heard. Gnee! I got a new form if you wanna study it. Since other Euros don’t got magic on them. GNEE!! [The were hugs like nobody’s bizniz]
A… new form? [Tony’s bewildered at that, but he’s admittedly curious—and a chuckle escapes him as he returns Hanna’s hug. Didn’t think he’d miss that.]
You’re definitely going to fill me in—if your, ah, Alpha lets you. That is. I forget the technicalities of the were-pack.
More importantly, though— [Tony pulls back, clapping both his hands on Hanna’s shoulders and grinning.] —how’ve you been, hotshot?
Am I losing my top here? My apologies I didn’t realize, you see, I’m not terribly brilliant when it comes to those uh, out of my, hm… city, I guess. Too used to Midnight City, you know? Or uh, don’t know really. Putting words in your mouth there, sorry.
Ahem, uh, okay, subject change! We were doing the greeting thing. Pleasure to meet you, Mister Stark, the alias is Die.
… actually, you’re welcome to continue rambling about your city. By all means. It’s really beginning to turn into a point of interest, and it would be oh so impolite to stop short.
Pleasure’s mine, Die—and I hope you’re named after the object and not the action, because, just for the record, the latter makes me a little uncomfortable.