#ask delightfulness

[darsynia]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRWxFkkD/

It’s your man!

YISSSSSS, he's so [dictionary of multiple positive words]!! Thank you for the pickmeup!

I just went on a RIDE looking for another one to post but I am bad at tiktok! I'll settle on...

[darsynia]

I'm not doing this anonymously because I have anon asks shut off, so I figure I can do this face-to-face, as it were.

You really give off Natasha Romanoff vibes to me, and I think that's because you enthusiastically love your teammates (your husband and your kids), though I'm sure sometimes you want to swat them or spray them with water bottles like unruly cats (as I'm positive that Nat has to do that frequently with all her 'boys' - Loki included because in my headcanon, he is 100% one of her 'boys'...or girls, depending on his mood that day...or perhaps he IS an unruly cat for her occasionally). You're the loving big sister/mom/Wendy to her Lost Boys, but you know when to be stern. I daresay, you also know when to choke someone with your thighs when it's needed.

for the 'what character energy do you think I have' thing

Oooh thank you! I love that! And NP, I had mine off for a while too, I get it. I definitely feel this (and have powerful thighs, soooo), and am honored, thank you!

Nat is part of how I realized yeah I'm totally bisexual so that's an added bonus, because THIS HAIR:

[darsynia]

hello darsy!

i'm so so late but happy birthday!, i know it was yesterday but couldn't remember who's birthday was until i saw your advice post. i hope you had a great birthday day with your friends, with your family, with a lot of joy and beautiful wishes, we have a little song in spanish that i wish i could sing to you but since i can't i will write it down because fortunately enough i have fingers to trace the keyboard:

feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños querida darsy, feliz cumpleaños a ti!

i would have put las mañanitas, but believe me, it would be never over, i hope next year i catch the date in the right day, for now i just find comfort in reminding you how much loved and appreciated you are, here on tumblr and in the outside world, stay safe, love you very much<3

Aww, thank you! I like it in Spanish maybe more than I like it in English! Querida has always felt so much more lovely than 'dear!'

I feel very loved and appreciated, thanks so very very much!

[darsynia]

I wish I am in time lol

Happy Birthday 🎉🎉🎉

This is just so sweet and lovely, thank you so much!! *treasures it*

[darsynia]

Its still the 1st where I am, so!!! Happy birthday!!

Awesome, thank you! I'll take any kisses this man has to give :D

[darsynia]

To a talented writer and lovely person:

Thank you so much! I really appreciate your letting me know that you're reading but your hand injury inhibits review-leaving; just knowing you're enjoying it makes me so pleased!! I hope your hand heals quickly and you're able to prevent further injury without too much stress, btw.

For you, a smile similar to mine when I saw this!

[darsynia]

Happiest of birthdays to you!

Oooh I've never seen that one! I'm entirely, completely unsurprised to see it though. This man. THIS. MAN.

Thank you so much! The drums are really close to my favorite color, too, and THOSE ARMS.

K I'll just be... staring...

[darsynia]

Happy Birthday Darlin!!! I hope you have a good day. 💚💚💋💚

LMAO the juxtaposition, ILU so much right now. Cannot stop grinning.

The man is just... *dreamy sigh*

Where was I? OH! Thank you!!

Ok but like, the look on his face, the joy? It reminds me of a line from Exile, and fuck it, I'm just going to share it. Tony Stark and his soulmate, who once she spoke the words on his skin he trapped her in a panic bunker cause he thought she'd run away from him. Post snap, during the 5 years in Endgame.

NO OBLIGATION TO READ I'm just... I love this and it's my birthday and what the heck :D

It was worse than she had implied. “Being my soulmate is like being a-- It’s a terrible responsibility, to you?”

“No, it’s a privilege, Tony. But those aren’t always things the person chooses for themselves, that’s all I’m saying.”

Her expression is so earnest, and the word privilege strikes him like one of Thor’s lightning bolts, split into multiple arcs and hitting in a scattered field, all at once.

Leigh’s still talking, and he’s missed it trying to remember how to breathe. He struggles to his feet, one foot on the unstable air mattress.

“I shouldn't have said anything, you need your sleep,” she says, startled to her feet by his sudden movement. 

“I drove everyone else away,” he says, the blanket draped around his shoulders. The card deck is still in her hand, and her rich brown eyes are looking at him with the kind of dogged determination and sense of responsibility he remembers seeing in Pepper. He’ll be damned if he will let another young woman tear herself into pieces trying to keep him from flying apart. “That was on me, not you.”

“Had your name engraved on their skin, did they?” Leigh asks, lifting a golden eyebrow.

He strides toward her. “This isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t why I did this,” Tony flares, gesturing to the walls of the bunker.

“Then why did you?” Leigh asks, but her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing heavily, pupils blown out.

She said she wouldn’t kiss him, and, damn it, he hasn’t respected her freedom, he doesn’t respect this opinion of hers, at the very least he could respect that choice. Still, Tony crowds her against the wall. She’s looking up, her face tipped toward him, and he wants.

“I want your joy,” he whispers. “Not your sense of responsibility. This was never about soulmates. It might be the most normal way anything has ever started for me,” Tony confesses. Her hands creep away from her chest, where they’d been pressed, to his chest, lightly. It feels good. “I met a woman, thought she was gorgeous, and I got to know her. The more I saw, the more I liked.” Leigh’s blushing, and he wants to feel the heat with his own cheek, his fingers, his lips. “Hearing those words from you shifted me that needed inch across the line into what’s acceptable, to stop you from running away.”

“Whose line is that?” she asks, her hands firming their press on his chest. Not to push away, but to soothe, and it does.

Tony allows himself a conceited smile. “Mine. My line. Why, you have a complaint?” He tucks his chin in to look down at her as sternly as he can manage.

“I think there might be some calibration issues,” Leigh says. He presses closer to her, notes the way her fingers curl a little into his shirt.

“Well. It is set for billionaire.” Tony looks down at her and he isn’t even scared at how honest the look must be on his face for her to be staring back at him with her eyes wide like that.