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     Though he had been expecting it, seeing his own face revealed when the other iron man lifted his faceplate was still a surprise. There was something odd about his face though, something aside from the differences caused between universes.  Tony couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he put a mental pin in that suspicion for now.

     “Designation?” He asked instead. “We haven’t gotten around to that yet.” Or at all, interdimensional travel was still sci-fi on his earth. Well, not anymore that he’d done it (first! Wait until he gets to tell Bruce about this) but he had nothing more than theory. 

     “I can barely remember how I ended up here, but I can send you the suit’s recordings.” His counterpart hadn’t relaxed despite taking off the faceplate. Tony supposed he would also be suspicious if another Iron Man showed up in the middle of his New York, but Tony had also had to face alien invasions.  Well, there was no supposing what this Tony had faced with his Avengers.

     “I do remember that I was on mission with the Avengers, so getting back quickly would be appreciated.” He held out his hand, palm facing up, repulsors obviously powered down, so that the little usb connector could reveal itself from his finger tip.  A clever piece of engineering that. 

// Moody Hues

"Ow," Tony pushed himself up, wincing as the HUD in his suit booted up. The lights sent him squinting while JARVIS's smooth voice quietly caught him up to speed.

"Minor surface injuries sustained, symptoms concurrent with a mild concussion,. Suit damage: minimal with self repair routines already active. Crash location New York."

"Thanks, I can see that myself." Tony said, but even as the words escaped him, a doubt crept forward. There was a difference in this New York, a kind of film he wasn't sure how to describe. He tried to remember what happened. "Okay team, locations?" He called, trusting JARVIS to switch to the team channel.

Dead air played. "J?" He asked.

"I do not have a fix on any other Avenger's location." The AI replied.

Great. Tony shifted himself into a sitting position, and when that didn't hurt too badly he started standing.

"I would stay seated." A voice called behind him.

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He stilled his automatic impulse to raise his hands even as a chill ran down his spine. The modulation on the voice could be coincidence, but the display JARVIS helpfully routed to the HUD from the rear cameras left nothing to doubt. An Iron Man suit. Not one he'd designed, though there was something in the shape that he couldn't help but find pleasing.

"Nice suit," he called through the external speakers, "Who picked it out for you?"

"J, connect to STARK satellites and give me a live feed of the aerial view." He added, internal comms only. Hopefully he could pin point his team that way. However, as he took the time to eye up the other suit and the buildings around them, something started pulling at his hind brain.

"Sir, my access codes are not working." JARVIS replied. "Trying secondary decryption."

Like the suit, the lines in the buildings around him seemed just off from what he was used to. A common underlying blueprint but different executions. The Stark ad on the neighboring bill board seemed out of place.

Tony didn't need JARVIS to pull up an image of STARK tower for him to realize that he was definitely not in the New York he knew, but the unsettling view of his tower wreathed in purple certainly cemented the fact.

And if Tony had, what, crash landed in a different New York then did that mean the Iron Man behind him was...?

"This better be a multiverse thing, because I am so not into copycats." He said, exasperation leaking into his tone. Broadcasting his movement, he slowly turned to face the other Iron Man, the faceplate retracting in a smooth motion to show himself.

// Moody Hues

"Ow," Tony pushed himself up, wincing as the HUD in his suit booted up. The lights sent him squinting while JARVIS's smooth voice quietly caught him up to speed.

"Minor surface injuries sustained, symptoms concurrent with a mild concussion,. Suit damage: minimal with self repair routines already active. Crash location New York."

"Thanks, I can see that myself." Tony said, but even as the words escaped him, a doubt crept forward. There was a difference in this New York, a kind of film he wasn't sure how to describe. He tried to remember what happened. "Okay team, locations?" He called, trusting JARVIS to switch to the team channel.

Dead air played. "J?" He asked.

"I do not have a fix on any other Avenger's location." The AI replied.

Great. Tony shifted himself into a sitting position, and when that didn't hurt too badly he started standing.

"I would stay seated." A voice called behind him.

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// Moody Hues

"Ow," Tony pushed himself up, wincing as the HUD in his suit booted up. The lights sent him squinting while JARVIS's smooth voice quietly caught him up to speed.

"Minor surface injuries sustained, symptoms concurrent with a mild concussion,. Suit damage: minimal with self repair routines already active. Crash location New York."

"Thanks, I can see that myself." Tony said, but even as the words escaped him, a doubt crept forward. There was a difference in this New York, a kind of film he wasn't sure how to describe. He tried to remember what happened. "Okay team, locations?" He called, trusting JARVIS to switch to the team channel.

Dead air played. "J?" He asked.

"I do not have a fix on any other Avenger's location." The AI replied.

Great. Tony shifted himself into a sitting position, and when that didn't hurt too badly he started standing.

"I would stay seated." A voice called behind him.

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Reblog if you are a Marvel Roleplayer

The purpose of this blog is to create and compile resources for Marvel RPers and to help them find one another. 

Comic, XMUC, MCU, OCs, Etc are welcome.

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reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH JUMPING AROUND IN THREADS/PLOTS. sometimes it can take ages to get from point a to point b and half the fun is the journey. but sometimes it fun to explore different aspects of a plot. flashfowards, flashbacks, parts of the plot you have discussed but haven’t reached yet. It’s so fun to explore every part of a plot and have multiple threads in different places in a plot. Or sometimes different memes you sent/receive may not fit the point in the plot you are at right now, but fit a flashback or flashfoward. So reblog if you are okay with having different threads in different points in the plot.

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take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong.

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summoning the iron man suit with a gesture seemed great until tony got into a dance off and accidentally called the suit through the living room wall

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Reblog if you RP using Discord

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Because I’m tired of the “Steve sucks at modern technology” trope.  He was picking up and using HYDRA tech that was powered by the tesseract in WWII. And user interfaces were pretty un-intuitive back then — knobs labeled in German or French, most likely.  And think about the number of dials and thingamabobs on an airplane control panel!  Yes, he’s a man out of time, but it’s probably the social stuff that’s much harder to adjust to.  (You can tell he’s recently-thawed because he still insists on wearing at least a button-down shirt and suspenders when out in public.)

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insp.

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   “What you need is a break, Tony,” Aervora insisted. “I know you want to finish this and a thousand other things, but there will always be something, no matter how many things you’ll get through. So come with me. Anything you want, just for an hour or two. And then you can get back to this - I can even help you with a few things, if you’d like.”

 It always hurt Aervora to see Tony push himself like this, to the extreme in the unhealthy way. She wanted nothing more than to see Tony washed, fed, and asleep at this very moment. But she had to be realistic here, and furthermore respectful. She couldn’t just impose what she wanted whenever she wanted, like an overbearing mother; Tony was his own person, with his own decisions. Hence, she merely guided, suggested; to the best of her ability.

   “There’s a lot of people out there who think I should be working harder.” He hesitated a moment longer and then pushed himself away from the work table. He wasn’t even working on the right things. It felt like his whole life he managed to spend on wasting his time with things that don’t matter. 

  “But you’re right. I could probably use a break.” He stretched his arms, shaking himself loose from the rigid stance he’d been holding himself in. “You’ve convinced me out of my dungeon, it’s only fair to treat you.” He said with a lazy gesture and whatever he could muster up as a grin.

“I won’t let you go through something like that again, Tony," Aervora said, her tone both determined and soft.

      “I would do it again,” Tony answered, crossing his arms. “Even knowing how it turns out.” Maybe he’d do things differently, but the intent would be the same and that’s what really mattered. Knowing what he knows now, he doubts that there was anything he could’ve done to change the outcome. Maybe if he had tried harder.

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holidays huh

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acts   of   affection   /   platonic   edition.

specify   which   muse   preforms   the   action!

(   ☂   )   one muse gives the other their umbrella.

(   ♬   )   one muse sings or plays a song on an instrument for the other.

(   ✿   )   one muse hands the other a bouquet of flowers.

(   ☼   )   one muse puts sunblock on the other.

(   ✂   )   one muse puts a band-aid on the other’s cut.

(   ❤   )   one muse pulls the other into a tight hug.

(   ❦   )   one muse reads the other a book.

(   ✵   )   one muse brushes the other’s hair.

(   ♨   )   one muse cooks for the other.

(   ✧   )   one muse adjusts the other’s necktie or jewelry.

(   ✎   )   one muse gives the other a picture they drew.

(   ✪   )   one muse puts their head on the other’s shoulder.

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                                                war is a slippery slope.

                                                  what would you do?                                                          becomes                                                     what will you do?                                                          becomes                                              my god, what have you done?

                                                    you meant so well.

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