// Do you ever watch people you want to rp with and your partners and really want to play
But they’re only really replying to one or two people
And so you feel really shit?
But then you start thinking and realize you probably do the same
And then you feel even worse?
everybody stop what you’re doing, its a cat cleaning a baby
"Stupid furless humans can’t take care of their kitten, I have to do everything myself."
My favourite thing is baby sitting up thinking “What the fuck is that?” Then seeing the cat, thinks “Very well, continue.”
Stupid furless humans.
"Uh," Tony blinks, frowning in what can only be named light confusion, "don’t you want to hear what he’s got to say? I mean, yes, sure, you can write a letter. Just, wouldn’t you, I mean, in your place I’d be— curious."
Lots of other things ending with -ous, too.
Tony follows Pepper a couple steps, then turns back to Persis. “If you change your mind and would like to listen in, just in case, don’t mind what I’m saying too much, okay?”
Oh, but Persis is so bright and innocent, so unspoiled - Tony kind of wants to wrap him into a cocoon and never let him out of there, kind of wants to make sure he won’t get hurt again.
He tries to send the Life God an encouraging smile, not sure how successful he is, and bites his lips briefly. “Also. So you now, you’re totally allowed to let more pomegranate trees grow. If you want.”
Ever since he’s seen Jarvis with the fruit, Hades had been craving it like crazy. It’s been at least a decade since he’d last had it, and he loves those things.
Hades had a point, he should be curious. But then again. “While the absence of Life will certainly have consequences, I cannot imagine that Zeus has taken notice as of yet. He tends to ignore me and my compatriots. So long as the humans continue to exist and follow Olympus’s orders he does not care to know the details of how they are able to stay alive.” His lips curl up in a wry twist. “He is more a big picture type. I’m part of the small picture.”
Tapping his fingers one last time over the machine’s shell he follows the other two gods out. The mention of the fruit makes him raise an eyebrow. “That is surprising considering how you reacted earlier.”
But the knowledge that he will be allowed to indulge his powers is nice. The god of life found that he had developed a certain affection for that plant, it would be nice to have more around. A pity he was not allowed to indulge in the fruit itself.
It was amusing how concerned his captor appeared at the young god’s apparent disinterest. “I cannot imagine you would wish me to hear about the business of the Underworld, but I suppose I might join you. He may have a message from my siblings at the least.”
Tony recognizes that look and immediately feels all the more guilty, turning on his heel. I’m sure I’ve got more of that hidden away somewhere— “Well, it’s only natural. Not many Olympians find their way down here, after all.”
He is distracted by Jarvis’ question, turning back to see what he is looking at. “Oh. Sure. You’ll probably get your fingers dirty, but otherwise I don’t see why you shouldn’t touch ‘em as well. There’s— not much life in them?” The others interest is a puzzling thing.
"Tony?" Pepper enters the workshop, showing no particular surprise at seeing Jarvis - on the contrary, she sends him a friendly smile. "Hello, Persis."
"Pep, where’s more ambrosia?"
Hecate raises her eyebrows at him, and then swoops another bottle off the nearest desk. Tony is half-convinced that wasn’t there before. “Did you go days without taking any again?”
"Well yes, but that is for Persis. I’m used to it."
Pepper keeps her eyebrow raised in a disapproving manner, but offers the ambrosia to Jarvis quietly, and brushes a strand of hair back. “Hermes is here.”
"Cool. I’ll be there shortly." Persis wanted to touch things first.
'Not much life in them'. He muses over Tony's phrasing. It was true, though. The device he is looking at simply sits on the table top, quiet and cold. It actually looks remarkably similar to a spider, if a spider was approximately half a foot in diameter and decorated with gleaming, bright jewels.
Jarvis allows his fingers to trail over those gems, feeling… something glimmer in their depths. He cocks his head reaching for whatever it is; his attention caught yet again that he almost misses Hecate’s arrival.
Concentration broken he returns the goddess’s smile and takes the bottle gratefully. Exhaustion is eating at his limbs, and while he still does not have much of an appetite he knows that if he wants to spend these months at least semi-coherent he must take care of himself. He can almost hear his oldest brother nagging him about neglecting his needs this long and the thought makes his lips roll up in a sad smile. He manages to murmur a soft thank you before the downs the contents of the bottle, feeling strength return to his body.
His attention is abruptly caught when Pepper mentions Hermes. Hades had promised to allow him to send a message with the swift god. “Hermes is here?” He turns to Hades expectantly. “While you speak to him might I write a letter for him to deliver to my siblings?”
JARVIS is conscious, making him a legitimate AI and not a program. When Pepper needs to vent she turns to JARVIS because she knows he won’t tell any one.
Johnny Depp & Paul Bettany in new still from Mortdecai
"My workshop," Tony announces to nobody in particular, confident that Jarvis can hear him just fine, and then dives into a drawer, things cluttering around and rolling away from him until he resurfaces with a small bottle of ambrosia, thoughtfully giving it a shake. "Hm, I need to get more of that. Anyways," and he makes the few steps over to Jarvis, hesitating, "this is for your hands, do you want me to—" The Lord of the Underworld doesn’t speak it out, as if actual words were too much effort, instead just waving around vaguely in what might mean put it on.
He catches Jarvis throwing a curious gaze around, and can’t help but smile. “Few ever remember all the precious metals the Underworld feature, and I guess I inherited a certain talent to work them. It’s nice, relaxing really, to work with them, makes me feel— yeah.” And then I also waste lots of time tinkering.
Tony shrugs, worrying his lower lip briefly, then holds the ambrosia out to the other. “Your burns?”
Jarvis startles when Tony thrusts the bottle at him, staring at the contents blankly. Oh yes, his hand. Curious that he kept forgetting the small hurt in favour of gazing at the many wonders the Underworld had to offer. In actuality he had not been paying attention to anything but the contraptions spread throughout the work area and had not heard the first part of what the other god had said. With a last look the complicated instrument on one of the tables that just begged a closer inspection Jarvis takes the small bottle of ambrosia.
"As I said, there is a great deal about the Underworld we do not know," he gingerly opens the bottle and pours a measure over his injured palm. As the scent hits him he realizes how long it has been since he has taken any nourishment.
"Ah," he stares down at the small bottle, there had not been enough to take for himself. But it was enough to heal the wound; the relief is immediate. When the pain is gone he is surprised at how much it hurt. He really was unused to pain. His palm was now completely healed, as if it had never known the touch of those blue flames.
In the absence of the pain his attention strays back to the machines littering the room. “Can I— may I look at them?”
"I’ve been down here longer than anyone, I’ve got dirt and stories on everybody in these caves,” Bucky says, and it sounds a little like he’s boasting, “so when you get bored, come by and in case you get tired of the junior candle over there -” Tony huffs, “- it’s actually quite simple to get rid of him, all you have to do is mention the incident with the—”
Tony looks like he’s fighting a blush, trying to gloss it over with a smile of his own instead. “Don’t corrupt the newcomer.”
Bucky replies with an amused, raised eyebrow. “Oh, you want to do it yourself?”
"I, what?" Of course you’re gonna pull this in front of the most innocent Olympian I’ve ever laid eyes on, you total pest.
"No, I get it, it was the blue eyes, wasn’t it? I knew you had a type."
"That’s— there’s no— I don’t have a type.”
"He so does,” Bucky says to Jarvis, and ignores Tony’s sputtering, “anyways, since you’ll be down here a while and you seem pretty okay, I heard you giggle back there, you’re welcome to visit me and my good old pal. By which I mean the bottomless pit behind me. He was always there for me, y’know?”
Death smirks, sending Jarvis a friendly wink, and then waves at the both of them. “Now get on with your tour, children, Tony, what did I tell you about burning someone as a greeting?”
"I didn’t burn anyone as a greeting, shut up.” Tony still sends Jarvis a bit of a guilty look, and turns to remove himself, not waiting for Jarvis to leave. In case the other two gossip about him behind his back, he doesn’t actually feel like hearing it all.
Jarvis wants to ask what they meant by corrupting. He felt like he was missing something by the way Hades’s cheeks flamed, an occurrence he had not thought possible. But then in they are both diverting the topic of conversation yet again so quickly he is left dizzy and then he is left to chase after the underworld king when he abruptly turns and walks away. Jarvis is only able to manage a quick wave and smile before Thanatos and Tartarus disappear from view.
He is almost disappointed that he had not been able to have more time speaking with his counterpart. As he continues to follow Tony he cannot help but compare this realm to his own home. The Underworld is vast compared to the gardens of Eleusis where the majority of the nature deities reside. There is more, how could he put it, activity in the land of the dead than he had expected. Eleusis was constant, rocked occasionally by the winds and storms, but there was a pattern to that realm he understood. Only Olympus, he thought, could compare to the Underworld in that regard.
He is pulled from his thoughts yet again when his attention is caught by a flicker of blue at the edge of his vision. For a moment his mind told him that they must be the flames that clung to Tony when his emotions became too bright; what greeted him instead was a sight that had his eyes widen with wonder. The light bounced and caught on metals and gems that lay scattered across the shelves and benches that occupied the room. Objects he had few words for lay among the precious minerals catching his eyes for a moment as they darted around the space.
But what really caught his attention were the contraptions that lay among the wealth. He wanted to touch them.
Uh-oh, we caught Rumlow’s attention.
*hides behind muse*
"I swear, you’re almost as much work at the man you play."
a cat and a Tony in one pic will never be wrong. 1 hour more or less, and that i referenced the cat butt’s from my cat’s butt
buttception!! ok shut up don
David Koepp’s Mortdecai will hit theaters two weeks early, on January 23, 2015. The cast includes Johnny Depp, Aubrey Plaza, Olivia Munn, Ewan McGregor, Paul Bettany, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jeff Goldblum and Oliver Platt.
Here is the official synopsis:
Juggling some angry Russians, the British Mi5, his impossibly leggy wife and an international terrorist, debonair art dealer and part time rogue Charlie Mortdecai must traverse the globe armed only with his good looks and special charm in a race to recover a stolen painting rumored to contain the code to a lost bank account filled with Nazi gold.
Paul and his family on Climate Change March (x)