//afahdhjakeisnah I am so behind on drafts, I’ll be on later *panic*
Tony made a move to grab his own coffee mug before it was knocked to the floor in Jen’s laughing fit. “Jesus, ouch Jen.” He muttered in mock hurt, only setting the mug back down when it appeared everything was still once more. “That wasn’t exactly the sweetest of reactions.”
"So you’re- we’re not married."
Tony sighed and turned to his younger self. “No, we most definitely are married.” he held up his left hand before turning his gaze back to Jen. “And you! You’d be lucky to marry me! I’m-“
"Are we married to another superhero? Shit, wait. There’s more?"
Teen him seemed far to amazed to stay on topic and Tony had to groan. If this is what it was like talking to him, no wonder people we so annoyed with the way he switched subjects so quick. “Let’s focus on one thing at a time, shall we?” At her sudden realization, both Stark’s looked at her with matching looks of ‘you-just-caught-on?’ before saying “He is” and “I am” in unison.
Jen looked from young Tony to old Tony and back again, repeating the gesture until they blurred in front of her eyes. She tilted her head back to teenage Tony and batted her eyelashes. “You’re right though,” she said with a smirk “You would have been a lot better off married to me. I probably wouldn’t have let you grow that thing.” She jabbed her spoon in the general direction of Tony’s goatee.
With a grin, she turned to the older Tony. “So what brings… Well, you… Him? What brings teenage Tony here?”
Ya Gotta Be Kitten Me // M!A OPEN
It had been a long day. A smashed alarm clock meant being late for an early meeting and showing up with a coffee again on her skirt, a false alarm from from fanboys who requested the ‘assistance’ of She-Hulk and Black Widow specifically had creeped her out and now her head was pounding with a headache that could probably kill an elephant.
She leaned her head on the arm of her chair. Maybe, maybe she’d just… Take a nap. Just a short cat nap, recharge the batteries.
A familiar and dreadful tingle ran down her spine and she jumped up, startled. So, that was why she felt so crappy. There was magic in the tower again. Her eyes widened as she looked around for whoever it was being cast on, and realised with a small cry that it was her.
The floor seemed a helluva lot closer than it was a minute ago. Thinking she’d just fallen over, Jen made to stand up; instead of her hands, two tiny paws reached out. The cackling of the anon was almost painful to her. She tried to yell, but all that came out was a strangled, angry hiss.
'I am so not a cat person.'
if i tell you my character is angry/upset enough to attack/harm/kill yours
and you keep pushing their buttons and purposely shoving them towards it
but tell me out of character not to harm them?
then we’re done roleplaying because wow im not gonna hold my character back because yours wants to be a little shit. . ___ .
unless you’re willing to help me plot what the hell is gonna stop them from taking a swing at ripping their face off tHEYRe GOnNa Do IT?????
• Activate M!A
Y’all are lucky I’m sick.