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[masterofallmachines]

@driveyourdemonsaway

[ Text : Stark ] You really pick your moment, you know. I’m kinda in the middle of something. [ Text : Stark ] Can’t go fighting demons with a stiffy.

[text: hot stuff] Nuh uh it’s the best way to fight demons wave it at them like it’s a magic wand [text: hot stuff] also feel free to send me pictures of this encounter or said stiffy ;)

[masterofallmachines]

Too High for Demons ||closed||

@driveyourdemonsaway

Tony stood near the door of his workshop his eyes flickering around wildly as he held his phone to his ear. He had been enjoying his special brownies when he had suddenly felt like there was someone in the room. An evil someone... A demon.

Which is why he was calling his friendly hobo exorcist. “John! Come over! Right now! Bring pants!”

[masterofallmachines]

steeve-rogers-rp

He was visiting all the hospitals that the Maria Foundation supported. He had gone to the main facilities first because it was the biggest and most of the money went there. So he had to make sure it was run smoothly or he’d have to look into the staff to make sure that the sick kids, and young adults weren’t being cheated out of the best care they could get. Especially those with more serious things and less money.

He had just been leaving the children’s ward, with a trail of attendants trying to impress him when he heard a fight coming from one of the rooms. He felt the Alpha part of him perk up at the idea of a fight, though the business part was more worried about how bad it would be if that got out to the public. And of course there was the caring part of him that was actually worried for the patient.

It was a lot of things in the end that lead to him moving towards the room.

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She’s My Everything ||Closed||

honeystark

He wasn’t used to the pain yet. It still hurt. But it probably would always hurt to have a hole in his chest. He could best hope that he grew to get used to it. Or to ignore it. But for the time it consumed his everything. No, actually it consumed his every other thought. To be fair he was thinking about a lot of things currently. He always was.

But the two most important thoughts were the arc and Honey. People had told him it had been three months but all that mattered was that someone out there had followed his protocol and had gotten her to the safe house. And instead of going to whatever it was that Obadiah wanted he kept asking Rhodey about his daughter. He had to get to her.

He must have been convincing to his friend cause he was being lead into the apartment where she was being kept. And he wouldn’t believe she was okay until he saw her.