Edwin Jarvis

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REBLOG IF YOU WANT LOVE LETTERS IN YOUR INBOX NOW

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Bonus points if they are from fictional characters.

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that gif makes my heart hurt

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Decisions decisions

OC Kylandor from my story roleplay or Wolverine/ James 'Logan' Howlett roleplay?? Hmmm....

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So...

Anyone want to make an open roleplay group with me? I love roleplay groups, but I hate the fact that they're closed to only the group itself; I love roleplaying with everyone! Hit me up if you are, or if you could at least hook me up with a super cool theme for one.

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Jarvis rolled his eyes at the wink and moved to pour himself a mug of coffee. He sat opposite the man as he sipped his own coffee, watching him read from across the table. “Just Mister Hammer again, Sir. You’d think he’d no longer have a hand in his company, after his stunt…”

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Tony raised his brows at that, “Yeah, well, people like him have a way of weaseling their way out of things, let’s just hope he has the brain cells to not make the same mistakes twice,” he said taking another sip of his coffee, “Mm, so, Jarvis, what’s on the schedule today?”

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Jarvis nodded once, cocking a slight smirk at the thought. "One could only hope, Sir." He took his phone from his inside jacket pocket and shifted through his calendar, pinpointing all the red dots that were Tony's appointments and 'things to do'. "You have no plans today, Sir, or as far as I can see. I did plan on doing a spot of gardening, unless you had other ideas."

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Your muse's reaction to my muse wearing nothing but a towel. Go!

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please

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Tony was out late again, as usual, and Miss Potts had called to say she wouldn’t make it to dinner, thus leaving Jarvis home alone. He didn’t mind, he had dummy, if anything, and some time to himself. So he took a book out to the comfortable garden bench,...

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Once the rain began to splash little droplets along the pages of his book, a disgruntled Jarvis sighed and flipped the novel shut. He slid the book into the inside pocket of his blazer and made to go inside before the light rain turned into a heavy pouring. He had almost reached the door when the rain fell harder, and a crash could be heard from atop the building. He stopped in his tracks, turned around quickly, and look up to find the source and the area of the crash.

Laying on the cold concrete of the balcony was an unfamiliar bird, bright red-orange and motionless, drenched in water. The kind heart that Jarvis possessed drove him to approach the injured creature, and he placed a soft hand at the crown of it's head. He ran his hand gingerly down the creature's back, and to the tips of it drenching wet tail. He was not a veterinary expert, but, aside from being unconscious, there didn't seem to be any serious, life-threatening issues for the poor bird.

The weather, though, seemed to have been a factor in the creature crashing into the building, and sitting out in the rain would not benefit the creature at all. As if he were picking up the most valuable of his possessions, Jarvis carefully scooped the bird into his arms and brought it inside out if the rain. His first thought was to take it to the kitchen, where there were warm, dry towels, a bit of water and some form of food the bird could eat once it awoke. Jarvis wrapped the bird loosely in a few towels and say and waited. He would wait all night just to be sure it was alright, whether Mister Stark approved or not.

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Greek Pantheon Asks

Aphrodite: What do you find attractive in a partner?

Apollo: Favourite song?

Ares: If you had to fight someone in a duel, what would be your weapon of choice?

Artemis: Favourite animal?

Athena: Do you have any special talents?

Demeter: Favourite food?

Dionysus: Favourite drink?

Hades: If you could meet a person from history, who would it be and why?

Hephaestus: If you could learn a skill instantly, what would you choose?

Hera: Do you want to get married and/or have children?

Hermes: Where in the world would you most like to visit?

Hestia: Where do you most want to live?

Poseidon: If you were shipwrecked on a tropical island, what would you want to have with you?

Zeus: If you ruled the world, what would you change?

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Open

Tony was out late again, as usual, and Miss Potts had called to say she wouldn’t make it to dinner, thus leaving Jarvis home alone. He didn’t mind, he had dummy, if anything, and some time to himself. So he took a book out to the comfortable garden bench, cracked it open on his knee, and dug in nose first. He wasn’t expecting company, after all.

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Roleplay anyone

Or link me if I missed a reply

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“Mister Stark, I have prepared a pot of coffee for your arrival and the morning paper is on the table, if you care to read it.” Jarvis welcomed his boss home, a cup of coffee ready for the man in one hand. “I have also finished downloading the compiled files as you asked when you left earlier.”

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“Mmm, thanks honey,” Tony said, taking the cup with a wink. He took a small sip before going to the table a sitting down, and taking the paper in hand scanning over the front page. “Jarv’s, did I get any messages while I was out?”

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Jarvis rolled his eyes at the wink and moved to pour himself a mug of coffee. He sat opposite the man as he sipped his own coffee, watching him read from across the table. "Just Mister Hammer again, Sir. You'd think he'd no longer have a hand in his company, after his stunt..."

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Jarvis chuckled softly. “Just Jarvis, please. It is a pleasure, Aoi.” He smiled when she shook his hand, and he clasped both of his behind his back once the pleasantry had been exchanged. “Pardon my curiosity, Miss, and my bluntness, but what are you? Mutant or a different species?”

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She smiled. “Alright, just Jarvis.” She clasped her hands in front of her and curled her tail around her ankles. “Either works.. I guess a.. different species makes more sense.” 

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Jarvis stepped out the door and hut it behind him, then gestured towards the garden. At the very least, he could offer for her to sit down. "Fascinating. Sorry if my questions are bothersome, I'd rather ask than assume."

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Off to work

Replies after or tomorrow. Send me Drabble prompts so I have something to do tonight.

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I want to learn a shit ton of languages.

Not because I think it’ll make me look smart, or because I want to travel there, or any ‘normal’ reason. (though I do want to travel to pretty much everywhere) I want to learn a lot of languages because I want my role play partners to feel comfortable. They all learn English, why don’t I learn their language?

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“Ah, it’s nice to see you home in one piece, Sir.” Jarvis chuckled softly, a newspaper in one arm, a mug of coffee in the other. “I just made a fresh pot of coffee, if you would like a cup, Sir.”

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“Yea. I think that miss Potts will be pleased too.” Tony clucked nodding for thank to Jarvis for mug of coffee. “That was just only one thing that I need now.” He sat on chair. “You just have no idea how much exhausted I’m.”

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"She should be, Sir. It's a rare occurrence for you to arrive with not a scratch." Jarvis chuckled softly. "And I have an idea, Sir. I know how long it's been since you slept well."

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“I’m afraid I cannot allow you clearance.” Jarvis’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker, his face glaring through a small monitor.

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“C’mon. What’s the worst I can do?” He said, “I’m unarmed.”

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“While your intellect is no match for the mast of the house, Mister Hammer, you could still to some irreparable damage to many things.” He sighed into the microphone. “I’m afraid I have been given orders to never allow you passage.”

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“Very well. Glad to know he’s thought of me. It’s flattering, really.” He grinned to himself. “Do let him know that I stopped by.”

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“I will, Sir. You should expect to hear from him later.” Jarvis wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, but it tended to ease some people’s minds. “Have a nice evening, Sir.”

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“I hope so. I look forward to hearing from him.” Justin turned on his heel and left, knowing he wouldn’t hear from Stark and would soon have to make another appearance.

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Jarvis sighed and watched the man leave from the monitor, and poured himself another cup of coffee.

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Jarvis sighed, shook his head, and followed his boss absentmindedly, as was habit. “I’m afraid a mental collapse from sleep deprivation does not count as sleep, Sir. You need actual rest.” He knew more about the goings on around the place than Stark himself did, it…

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"Of course, Sir." Jarvis replied dully, not wanting to press the issue further. He knew Tony would sleep sooner or later; he was only human, after all, Iron Man suit or no. No amount of caffeine could keep the inevitable crash from happening, he just hoped he wouldn't hurt himself in the process.

It wasn't hard to tell when Tony zoned out, especially once you'd known him as long as he had. It took just a small little thought to get his gears turning and his mind to wander, and it took everything in him not to snap his fingers and draw him from his thoughts. "Alright, Sir, I can do that. Whenever you're ready."