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@theimmortalhowardstark
IF I COULD CHANGE MY MIND, CHANGE THE PARADIGM: PREPARE MYSELF FOR ANOTHER LIFE, FORGIVE MYSELF FOR THE MANY TIMES I WAS CRUEL TO SOMETHING HELPLESS AND WEAK.
Featuring Henry Sturges/Howard Stark crossover. Est. 2013, Rebooted 2022.
Yo, to any past rp partners who may be seeing this: I miss you and you’re amazing!
.............I might be considering doing something radical..........
EDIT: I am doing something radical. Stayed tuned.
EDIT PART TWO: made a new blog for two of my vamp muses, one being Henry/Howard. URL is fangedscience, I’m still setting it up, but that’s where this idiot is at now.
Yo, to any past rp partners who may be seeing this: I miss you and you’re amazing!
Do you like Science? Because I’ve got my ion you!
Saeran Sullivan | Indie Mutant OC | Code Name: Asphyxia
✦ Ex-member of The Brotherhood turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in exchange for a pardon.
✦ Member of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s team, Freedom Force.
✦ Will rp via icons, gifs, one-liners, paras—all of it!
✦ Multi- fandom, ship, universe, etc.
✦ Mun and Muse are 18+, lots and lots of nsfw here, because Saeran is a little hussy. Sorry. #notactuallysorry.
｢ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ’s ᴊᴜᴅᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ sᴀʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ… ｣
((I love you all so much, you have no idea. Slinking off to play on my oc now. <3))
[Text] For the nation perhaps, but if they are for the living why have you insisted on celebrating mine in the past? Not recently I'll admit but you have. [Text] It is worth remembering to me, for if you had never been born we would have never met. [Text] Also likely I have died at sixteen but that is a different matter. [Text] Just get here already, I made your favorites.
[text] What did I just write? Yours is about a lot more than just your birth. It's an exception.
[text] Likely? No, you would have. Let's not kid ourselves, Abe.
[text] Someone's impatient. I'll be there soon. Calm down.
[Text] Being for the living as you say does not you nor the nation from celebrating mine. [Text] So you can allow me one day to celebrate you and your's. [Text] If you take much longer, the food will get cold.
[text] Yours is different. It stands for something bigger.
[text] Mine is just another day. It isn't worth remembering.
[text] If it gets cold, it gets cold. No one asked you to cook.
"Alright. Well, what are you going to do now then?.. You’re back now. That is what matters, I suppose."
"I'm tired, dear. I don't care what we do, so long as it doesn't involve leaving the house. I'm in no mood to deal with paparazzi."
For the ALVH / Marvel verse
[re: email] That’s all I asked originally, when I first contacted you about him. The man has a lot of extensional crap to sort out and he needs to breath. You’re the one who responded with a childish “He’s touching my things.” I am not above treating you like a child if that is how you wish to act. Perhaps if I can talk to Loki he will calm down. I have dealt with more than my share of unstable personalities through time. You know very well I have pushed many over the edge, as well as pulled many back from it. What does cybernetics have to do with anything? My give a damn broke three-thousand years ago from simple watching people make the same exact mistakes every 30 years. Is watching the world stuck on repeat wearing thin on you yet?
I can’t wait to see you come Home again, even if it is just for the holidays.
[re:email] I hardly count trying to kill off my son as childish. As for the world, I could careless about it. I've been stuck in a rather tragic loop of my own. If anyone understands the stupidity of repeating ones mistakes and the urge to do it despite knowing the exact outcome, it's me. I'll throw S.H.I.E.L.D. off the scent for a while. Just see to it that you do your talking fast. I'm liable to come to my senses sooner rather than later.
[Text] You said that last year, and the year before that. And all others. But the fact stands you will also give in and join me. [Text] Am I wrong in wanting to celebrate with you Henry? [Text] After all, I would weep if you were gone. - (abepls)
[text] Why break tradition now?
[text] Yes, yes you are. I'm old enough not to celebrate birthdays any longer. I simply don't see the point.
[text] Birthdays are meant to celebrate life, Abraham. They are meant for those still /living/.
[text] I don't like the sarcasm in your text, pal [text] Who said anything about buying you something [text] Maybe I have other plans
[text] My sarcasm still reads via texts? Oh goody.
[text] Wait. What kind of other plans?
His movement startled her, and she tensed as he sat next to her, arms wrapping around her. He was him again, though she couldn’t help but keep her guard up. Everything about her felt fragile, and she hated herself for it. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form any solid thoughts. Questions with no answers were in and out of her mind. She couldn’t grasp onto one thing, and it felt like it was ripping her head apart from the inside.
His words didn’t process. She stayed in his arms, tense, eyes closed shut tightly. A hand moved to his shirt, where she clutched it just as tight.
"Make it stop."
It felt like the binary. When she had taken in too much information. When she couldn’t see anything but numbers. When she couldn’t focus on a specific set of code.
"I-I can’t do this. Can’t… think. I ca…" She choked on her words, her emotions bubbling up again. It was too much to process. Too much to take in. Too many ‘what ifs’ and bad outcomes. It seemed the only one her mind settled on was the most final, and if it weren’t for Henry, she’d be just fine with that.
That part hit her, through the blurred bits and pieces spinning in her head, and she wrapped her arms around him and whispered. “Don’t let me die.” Mauri pulled away just barely, lifting her head so she could look into his eyes, bright blue into crimson. “Don’t let me leave you.”
Howard was biting into his jaw again. He'd done this. All the pain she was feeling was his fault. He had given in to this thing between them, let them get to this point and he knew that he should never had let it happen. He should have walked away before either of them got attached. Now he had to suffer the consequences and watch as he destroyed one more woman's life.
He shushed her again, trying to keep her from talking, from thinking. They had to slow down and take this one step at a time. He rocked her gently, trying to calm her down, but comforting people had never exactly been his forte.
He stared back down at her, and in any other moment, he would have took a second to be mesmerized by those eyes, but right now there were more pressing matters. "I won't." He said shortly, fiercely, then in an attempt to lighten the mood, he said, "I never have been very good at letting things go." He rubbed circles into her lower back and frowned, "We don't even know exactly what we're facing yet. We don't know how the cells are going to form and react. We should start running tests. Get as much information as possible. Once we know what we're up against, then we can figure out our next move, alright?"
Twin..I'm a bit concerned..
"This is troubling.."
"What is the meaning of this? No, hold that thought. I don't think I want to know. This is why I should have invented eye bleach decades ago."
[text] Abe wouldn't lie, Howard [text] Fake birthdays are okay too! What am I gonna get you on such short notice
[text] Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Sure, he wouldn’t.
[text] You are not buying me anything for my FAKE birthday!
[Text] I thought it polite to ask. I already bought it so it's a good thing you still like it. It's dessert however so dinner comes first. [Text] Perhaps not, but it it's Howard Stark's and that is the closet I can come to it.
[text] What did I just say? No dinner. No dessert. You’re making a fuss over an utterly ordinary day.
[text] That’s the most absurd logic I have ever read.
