Dear Friends List

[tsukinofaerii]

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.

Comments

[tsukinofaerii.livejournal.com]

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.)