#yes. steve is basically padme.

[badpancakelol]

“Have a nice day!”

Eddie doesn’t hope he has a nice day. The guy was a dick and tried to short him on credits, despite being so obviously well off. Like, c’mon, man. Not even trying to hide the Nabooian silk robes? Or the Coruscanti accent? Offhandedly mentioning that his girlfriend was a senator? Just because he works in the middle of a shit ship-port on Tatooine doesn’t mean he’s thick. He wipes the grease off his hands onto the already-dirty rag, but there’s no use in using precious water on a midday clean. Instead, Eddie dabs the sweat from his brow, and contemplates buzzing his hair short again.

Nabooian. Silk. Thousand threaded, cool-to-the-touch, Eddie’s-favourite-colour, Nabooian silk. The guy had to be taunting him. Had to be. In this heat? In Eddie’s port? With his favourite colour?

(Does it matter that it wasn’t his favourite colour until a certain someone had shown him in-colour holos of the fields? No. No it does not).

And then he had some wannabe bounty hunter from his block try and threaten him to fix his ship, which? Hello? Does Mr Blonde Mullet really think that threatening Eddie is gonna make him want to fix his shit faster? I’ll break your hand if you so much as put a scratch on her. It’s not like he can even do anything to hurt Eddie. A broken hand slows down the work, as does a fractured leg, or a black eye, or a concussion, or a blaster burn, or a vibro-wound, or a—

Ah. You get the point. All bark and no bite, and, dank farrik did he have a stupid amount of bark. Enough bark to fill the entire four hours it took to fix his hunk of junk. 

So, really, you can’t blame him for the mood that he’s been in all day (or, you could try, but if your engine takes a little bit longer to retune, or your fuel is a little more expensive than normal, well. Have fun trying to trek your way into the shitshow of the other side of town), when he turns to find the stupidly shiny Naboo royal starship spluttering its way in. Because, seriously? What the hell has he done to the people of Naboo to deserve this?

Eddie thumps his head against the makeshift table, shouts before the ramp has even extended to let whoever-the-fuck out of the rich ship, “We’re closed!”

The sharp click of heeled boots grate on Eddie’s brain, and is only dulled when he watches the way they sink slightly into the ground through his curtain of hair. 

“I don’t need any work done.” Rich Naboo Man says, and— 

He knows that voice.

“I just need a place to park for a little while — I’m visiting a friend around here, actually.”

Eddie lifts his head, peeks up at the person in front of him. The person who is very much Naboo royalty, who is wearing those stupid bright red robes, and the stupid headpiece that he said was too heavy and impractical, with makeup that he said highlighted his broken nose too much, is shuffling out of the starship. His head is held high, and there’s a crease in his brow that’s been the same since they were stupid foundlings with Eddie reading out the aurebesh on the flimsi that their teachers handed them.

No. Fucking. Way. 

“Steve?” 

“Eddie?” His head moves so fast that the jewels dangling from the headpiece almost whip him in the face. And then Steve is shuffling forwards, back straight and face smoothed to a soothing smile, before he’s already apologising. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it on time. There were duties that I had to attend to, and they ran longer than—”

He bolts from his seat, taking long strides in his ratty grey jumpsuit before he’s caught Steve around the middle twirling them around, because he’s waiting fifty-seven rotations for this. Fifty-seven. If Steve says one more damned apology Eddie is quite literally going to explode. The laugh that Steve lets out is so hearty and so full — warmer than both of Tattoooine’s suns — and, Force, if Eddie has to go another almost-two-months without seeing him, he is quite literally going to overthrow Naboo.

“Hey! It’s okay, Hop. You can put the blaster down.” Steve places his hands onto Eddie’s shoulders and— did he hear that right?

“King Harrington—”

“—Please, Hop, not while I’m off-duty—”

“Steve, the guy ran at you and hauled you up.”

Steve turns around, and Eddie feels like, then. His royal robes create a silhouette of patience and strength, and tower over Eddie, if you count in the headpiece. There is a part of Eddie that whispers how he should very much be letting go of Steve, because his guard still has his blaster aimed at the only bits of him that stick out from behind Steve’s ornate dress. But it’s been so long, and there’s a larger part of his soul that says that he never wants to let go.

“Hopper,” Steve says, and Eddie can just feel the commanding tone of voice bleed through his usual casualness. “This is who I was meeting.”

Eddie lifts his head over Steve’s shoulder, and ignores the small huff he gets in return for the grease he undoubtedly just smeared across Steve’s very expensive, thousand thread Nabooian silk robes. Maybe it’ll finally give him a reason to change out of them. Hopper lowers his blaster, shoves it into the holster with too much and too little force without-a-capital-F all at once. If Eddie was a lesser man he would have snorted. Or, if Eddie was a lesser man he would have let the guard hear his snort.

“This is the guy you’re courting?” “Force, you make us sound old.” Eddie sighs at the same time Steve full-heartedly responds “Yes.”

The guard — Hopper — just pinches his brow and adjusts the hat on his head. “Well, I can’t say anything for your taste in men, but at least he has a respectable job. And he gets paid.”

“Stevie’s still dealing with the Naboo’s Royal Pocket Money?”

“Don’t remind me.” Steve says, moving a swift motion so that he holds Eddie’s hand underneath one of the long red sleeves of his gown.

When Eddie turns to look at Steve, he’s already turned. There’s a mellowed out look on his face that Eddie reads as is your work finished? Let’s clean up and lie around and do nothing but be near each other. And who is Eddie to deny such a request?

“Well,” Eddie says, in all the hospitality that a man from Tatooine can muster, “We best not keep you any longer.”

Hop hums in the way that Wayne used to when he knew that Eddie was just trying to weasel his way out of things. Maybe it was just one of those sixth senses that fathers-who-aren’t-biologically-fathers gain when their children start dating. Or maybe Eddie’s just obvious.

“I can give you a rundown of your ship in the morning. I think you’ve dislodged something in your engine — I could hear it rattling before you even landed.”

Steve tugs on Eddie’s arm, lip quirked up at the corners, and crows feet showing through ornate red and white makeup. “Eds, there’s nothing wrong—”

“Stevie, I love you, but you’re terrible at lying.”

[itswasteland]

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Anthony Edward “Tony” Stark 

NICKNAME: Iron Man, Golden Avenger, Shellhead, The Futurist, The Engineer, Armored Avenger 

GENDER: Cisgender Male

HEIGHT: 6′0″ without armor; 6′6″ with armor. 

AGE: 29

ZODIAC: Gemini (May 29th)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  English, Tagalog (Filipino), Spanish, Arabic, French 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOR: Black. 

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown. 

SKIN TONE: Brown.

BODY TYPE: Lean and muscular--because most of his work involves working with and carrying heavy metal/machines, his arms are the most toned and noticeable. 

DOMINANT HAND: ��Ambidextrous, but only because he was initially left-handed and his father forced him to learn to use his right hand. Now that his left-hand has been injured so much and is becoming more difficult to use, he finally appreciates this. 

POSTURE: Straight and posed and ready for the camera whenever in public; in his workshop, bent over his work until he has more knots in his back than he can count. 

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE:  He would say his good looks and characteristic facial hair--but probably the big glowing blue light in the center of his chest. 

CHILDHOOD.

FIRST WORDS: “Mine.” 

SIBLINGS: None. 

PARENTS: Howard Anthony Stark and Maria Stark (formerly Bayani); Jarvis, the butler; Peggy Carter (Unofficial “aunt”)

PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: Howard Stark was incredibly neglectful--always too busy with work to care about his family, never home for holidays, etc.--except when he was too involved; by the time Tony turned four, Howard had banned toys from the house and insisted that Tony learn to be a miniature Stark engineer; by six, he was forcing Tony to drink Scotch, telling him it would make him a man; by ten, Tony was out of the house at an advanced boarding school, and by fourteen, he was enrolled at MIT. Maria, Tony’s mother, did the best that she could under the circumstances and loved her son very much and he her, but as she was also being abused by her husband, and Tony was rarely home, their relationship was not as close as it could have been. Jarvis, their butler, was Tony’s closest confidant growing up, the one he wrote to at boarding school, the one who snuck him toys and played games with him, who tried his best to give him a childhood. Peggy, when she could, did her best to help with this goal too. 

ADULT LIFE.

OCCUPATION: Research and Development Department CEO of Stark Industries; Owner of Stark Industries; Avenger 

CURRENT RESIDENCE:  Manhattan, New York City 

CLOSE FRIENDS: James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (I don’t currently have any ships for Tony going on this blog, but if you want to ship with him, *wink, wink* come message me)

DRIVER’S LICENSE:  Yes

CRIMINAL RECORD: Public Intoxication, Destruction of Public Property, 

SEX AND ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  Demi/Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  Demi/Biromantic 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: Tony plays up the “playboy” persona because he believes its expected of him, and he’ll go to bed with people he isn’t very interested in just to get attention/affection, but actual attraction and trust takes him a very long time. Once he’s in a relationship, however, he’s a serial monogamist, very dedicated to his partner 100% and will try his best to put them first, though his tendency to get absorbed with a project/stuck in his own head is one of the reasons he avoids relationships in the first place, believing his partner deserves better than that. He also tends to give a lot of gifts. 

MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER THEME SONG:  “Oh No!” by Marina and the Diamonds 

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Tinkering; Buying art (Tony shops at Redbubble when he’s bored; buying expensive ‘popular’ art is out, buying fanart and local art is in, pass it on); Learning about space; Reading press about himself and then regretting it deeply.

MENTAL ILLNESS: Undiagnosed Bipolar 1 Disorder; PTSD; Anxiety; Alcoholism (in recovery--two years sober) 

PHYSICAL ILLNESS: Nerve damage in left arm due to repeated injury (leading up to complete loss in End-Game AU verses); Severe heart damage with pieces of shrapnel still embedded in his chest--should the arc reactor be removed, he would go into immediate cardiac arrest

tagged by: @heroicintention 

tagging: @mxpotts @nrcssablack @pranking-masters (Peter), @proditeur, @longmayshereignxcersei @galaxysought (Lou), @fifthbornforrester @ikumkani @kingxfmischief  @orphicdawn (Padme), @tonkser @whatwxsright @xoblivatesx (Alphard)

[desperatelyseekingroleplay]

You know the drill

About Me: I'm well over 21+, bordering on thirty at this point. I'm located in the central standard timezone. I've been roleplaying for well over fourteen years, writing is my favorite free hobby. I'm pretty chatty, so it's easiest if anyone just jumps into talking to me like we've been friends for a decade. 

Style: I usually write in third person, past tense format, but I can adapt to present tense. I'd rather not, though. I usually try to shell out 2-8 paragraphs, all depending on what's going on in the roleplay, of course. I would appreciate it if I had a partner that would try to match that. I try to stay simple and enjoyable as far as vocabulary goes, if you're looking for someone to purple prose with, keep looking. I don't steer away from writing darker content or mature themes. I will also fade to black if that's what my partner prefers. 

Time:  I'm never in a huge hurry, if you can reply to me once or twice a week I'll be pretty happy. I also enjoy if we're both free and up for it a few times a night, either is fine. 

Availability: I work pretty basic hours, Monday through Friday and I never get off later than six pm central standard. I'm mostly on during the evening, but I drop in on mobile through the day. 

Preferences: Seeing as how I'm older than a lot of people on here, I do usually like writing with someone that's at least 21+. I generally prefer writing with other female muns, in my experience male muns usually just rush to get to writing smut.  I enjoy writing through email, docs or on discord.  I prefer to write canon characters, but I don't mind creating an OC, or even writing canon against an OC. I also don't mind crossovers and often find them enjoyable af. 

Fandoms/Characters

Marvel 

Everyone's in a marvel mood, I'm digging it. I'm someone who's familiar with the comics and is up to date on MCU. I'm a huge fan of netflix marvel as well and would love to make the two cross paths. 

Characters I write:  Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Quil, Peter Parker, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Claire Temple, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Gamora, Rocket, and I'm open to suggestions. 

DC (Mostly comic based, open to interacting with anyone who only knows of movies, etc). 

Characters I write: Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Harley Quinn, Dinah Lance, Barbara Gordon, Starfire, Raven, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Diana Prince, and I'm open to suggestions or requests here as well. 

Star wars

Characters I write: Kylo Ren, Rey, Finn, Obi-Wan, Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor,  Han Solo

Note: I absolutely do not and refuse to ship Reylo, take it somewhere else. 

A song of ice and fire (Game of thrones, I am mostly book based)

Characters I write: Arya Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Asha Greyjoy, Oberyn Martell

Legend of Korra/Avatar the last Airbender

Characters I write:  Korra, Asami, Sokka, Zuko, Katara, Toph

Ships: When it comes to ships I love them like almost anyone else and I'm open to almost anything, if you've been craving something, come at me and we'll see what we can work out. As long as the chemistry is there I likely won't be against writing it and seeing how it develops. I do have preferences and the following have a special place in my heart, though. 

Steve x Sam Peter Quil X Gamora Luke Cage X Claire

Harley Quinn X Ivy Harley X anyone that's not going to treat her like trash

Rey X Finn Rey X Poe Obi X Padme Jyn X Cassian  Han X Leia 

Arya X Gendry Sansa X Theon

Also, honestly when it comes to a song of ice and fire I'm a hoe for arranged marriage plots, so also come at me with those if you're interested. 

Limits: Keep your poop fetishes waaaaay the hell over there friend, no bueno. Anything under age is obviously icky, nothing involving animals, yes that also means furries. Sorry not sorry. 

Rules: All the basics, lets be nice to each other, don't control my character and I won't control yours. 

Contact:  Discord: ask for it through tumblr messenger Tumblr: http://partingoceans.tumblr.com/ (always mobile, generally quick to respond).