tsukinofaerii | Dear Friends List

Hello, friends list. I'm not very used to this blog business, seeing as I'm usually just a bit preoccupied with alternately saving the world or trying to buy it, but for you, I'll make the attempt. Tsuki is currently wrapped up arguing with Steve, poor thing. He developed a sub-plot, you see, and it's giving her a conniption. She thinks he's being unreasonable. If she'd talked things over with me, she would have known that he's just being Steve, but we live and learn. Well, most of us do, at any rate. Occasionally, even in that order.

Just between you and I, she's exaggerating about our discussion yesterday. I don't pout. I'm really more the type for a sultry sort of sulk, don't you think?

Now, here's the trouble. She's just finished an entire scene starring none other than Captain America at his patriotic, leather-clad finest. While I certainly don't object to the sight, apparently, the next scene she plans is the one just prior to my untimely demise. We have precisely two hundred and eighty-six words of myself and the very scrumptious Steve Rogers in bed and nothing has happened yet, nor will, according to the notes I've purloined. Worse, she slipped off to write about something that I'm sure is very dramatic and necessary to the plot, but pointlessly without nudity of any sort. Personally, I think this is a crime. If she's going force me to shuffle the mortal coil, I must beg that I be allowed one last romp before my time is due.

So, dear ladies and gentlemen, I have a request of you. Would you all be loves and convince her to grant my last request? It would be worth your while, if only for the inevitable excerpts that will be posted. It would mean ever so much to me.

Sincerely,
Tony Stark

Post Script: Tsuki would like me to pass on that a proper post will no doubt be coming later in the day, after she's finished discussing matters with Steve.

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Dear Tony,

Although I fully understand your desire to know the gorgeous, if moody, Captain Rogers in a way more conducive to carnal pleasures (and as much as I would love to read of these carnal pleasures), I would suggest that you take a moment to put things into perspective. If you allow Tsuki the time she needs to deal with those pesky matters of plot (and to wrangle Steve into something resembling malleable shape), then you’ll be left tumor free with an eternity to revel in the naked side of life. Or unlife, as your case may be.

Yours truly,

Sherri

(Good god woman! How do you have the best Ult!Tony voice ever?)

Darling Sherri,

Have we met before? I seem to remember a young lady named Sherri She was a very talented linguist.

"Moody". You sum it up so sweetly. "Moody" is only a small part of my difficulties. I'm still not convinced in this dying matter. You seen, living has always been a favorite goal of mine. That I also am being railroaded into giving up my claim to several of my vices... I think I'm entitled to a last request, or at least a final scene among the living that doesn't include constant moaning about my nausea. That's really rather personal to splash all over a story.

Sadly, it seems the scene is done, and my sun is due to set. Fare thee well, kind lady.

Tony Stark

(I don't think I do? D: He writes himself. I just argue him out of the more explicit offers. I don't think I've ever had a character be this vocal before.)

My Dear Sir,

Perhaps. You do remind me of someone darkly handsome and charming with whom I once shared a correspondence.

Consider, if you would, that you do seem to have only two choices when it comes to this “dying matter” of your. One of which has you slowly dying in inoperable death, kept alive solely by a handful of pills and the grace of Lady Luck as you wonder if perhaps the bottle or the villain with take you before the cancer does. The other has you snuffing off your mortal coil far sooner, yes, but it will also provide you with a death which is far more lively and much less full of decay. If you do truly wish for living to remain an option, then I do suggest that you discover the cure for cancer rather quickly.

As too the matter of you being deprived of any of your vices, may I offer to you an alternative consideration of the situation: While you may indeed be loosing one set of vices, you are also gaining the chance to develop an entirely new set of vices. And I would imagine that one who is in possession of endless spans of time and an above average level of intelligence might be able to come up with new things altogether to craft into vices.

And, my dear, with all that the tabloids have written about you over the years, I hardly think you’ll be shamed by anything Tsuki might chose to pen.

Do enjoy your death, good sir.

Sherri

(I do think you do. Though I would also buy that Ult!Tony forces himself from you fingers, because that does seem to be the type of man he is.)

Darling,

And now you flatter me. Ms. Tsuki could learn a lesson from you, I believe.

It could be said, I think, that a life not being lived is hardly a life at all. I'm sure my author will make certain it is lively, but she's yet to even decide how I'll regain control of my finances at the end of this charade. Canonically, the gun to my head was something I was as prepared for as any man can be. This is altogether foreign territory, and I absolutely cannot approve. I'm certain recent innovations in my nanotechnology would have resolved even the cancer issue, had I been given time.

True, true, and I must take that to heart. I'll be certain to have Tsuki document the more exotic ones I stumble across. At the very least, I intend to learn how to push tantric sex to new and exciting limits.

The tabloids lie, I never saw that bathroom in my life.

I'm afraid it's too late for that. It was a bit painful. But thank you for the kind wishes.

Tony

(Thank you. ^^;;; I wouldn't say he forces me. He's not the type to force a girl. But there may be enticements of champagne and future porn.)

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