#tincanwithaplan

[samsxcola]

"New year, new beginning right?" He seems to consider the words, smirking a little as he does.  "New policy for me too.  No more letting the world kick my ass.  That simple." 

[cxptisanarchive]

tincanwithaplan

"Huh? Did you say something Stark?"

[ His mind had wandered once again. This time Tony had been there to witness it. Hopefully he could come up with a decent enough lie. ]

[cxred-blog]

[ He's physically exhausted, and every part of him shows it. He's been away from civilized society for... a while, and his unkempt, almost wild curls and dense facial hair show it. 

He wonders if he's still even able to get into the Tower, but Jarvis lets him into the elevator with no trouble. Suitcase clutched to his chest, as though he's afraid to let go of it, he hopes he'll be able to sleep before someone pounces on him, asks where he's been, how he is.

He wants to avoid the "how he is" for at least a week. ]

  [ But he knows he won't. ]

[oflilacwoods-blog]

I want the K~

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number15: Kiss in the Rain

The rain was a welcome change. Not only was it cleansing to her, but it helpedwash away the evidence that they’d been running, been fighting for so long. Rainwas a luxury at this point, one she craved and could never get enough of. It wassomething that she couldn’t pass up, and she had run hands through the, now,short blonde hair. It had been grabbed, one too many times, and Tony had foughther to cut it. To protect her. He’d been terrified that day, she’d seen it all too easily.

But he’d been the one to sit behind her, to cut it short, and held her after, when thetears had no other place to go but out, too long of being held in. He’d been just asquiet, not asking any questions, and it had been a quiet night they’d actually duginto the alcohol reserve they had. It had been needed at that point.

Now, she hates how easily she’s put to tears now, how quickly they come, andhow she can’t even control them. Kalli senses him step up behind her, and thewoman turns in his embrace, glad the rain hides her tears, this time. 

A laugh she can’t quite stop, muffled as it is, as she sees him already soaked,the eyebrow raising in silent question.

     “Looks like you finally got that shower you wanted, custos mi.”

She can’t help but wrap arms around his neck, wanting to just be close, to keepthe last man she actually cares about near. They’ve gone through too much, andher lips pressed to his, and she knew he’d feel the tremble of her lips, eyes tryingto slide shut before he could comment on the tears. She could only hide so muchfrom him, and even then she loathed doing so. 

Fingers had just curled into his hair, trying to lose herself in the arms, and in thekiss, of the man before her, trying to forget that they were alone in a desolate hellof a world now, and just focus on the fact that, somehow, despite all of the oddsthrown at them, they were alive. 

[anicyresurrection]

I spend all day in Phil's head. Writing stories about how he defends his children when anti mutants attack his school, having Loki pretend to be an old Norse mythology professor who's their actual grandfather, teaching them about science and school, fighting his own demons, his headcanon, and all he wants in the world

But I never get the time and motivations to do drafts.

I am either busy (Part of a Philinda thing. I like them, I like Helson more though) or something.

Ugh.

[samsxcola]

Dear Tony

Dear Tony,

I'm doing what is right.

Thank you for trying to talk sense into me in that lab.

I realize now you were correct.  I just wish you would see it.

Sam

[thedarktimestopper]

I was tagged by ask-miles-edgeworth

Rules: 1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the question the person who tagged you asked and write your questions. 3. Tag 11 people and link them to the post. 4. Actually tell them you’ve tagged them. Questions: Favourite feature on a person - Eyes. It always the eyes for me. They speak to me more than the actual person ever will. Favourite OC of yours ever -I cannot truly pick a favorite (I have way too many...) , I love my dearest Voxxen... But my heart remains to my first ever OC named Mo. He is a coffee loving cop~. Favourite artist -I am not sure in what context... But I have always admired Leonardo Da Vinci. (I loved him even more when Assassin's Creed came out!) Eye colour -Any colour really... But bright brown eyes always striking. A nice thing about yourself - I am working on becoming an author of some sort. I'm constantly drawing and doodles cover my homework 75 percent of the time. what do you look for in a friend? -I always look for a tight bond. I am very selective about my peers, but I have a strong bond with each of them. My questions: What's your favorite food? Do you have any pets? What's your favorite book? Who's your favorite actor? What's your favorite hobby? And if you had one superpower, what would it be?

[oflilacwoods-blog]

I want the K~ (Zombieverse or otherwise)

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

12: Chest Kiss

It had been close, far too close for either of their likings. How Kalli had managed to carry him this far, she wasn’t entirely sure, but they both chalked it up to adrenaline and left it atthat. They were lucky the house was left soabandoned as it was, that there were no infected,or other survivors with the same idea.

It was a break from the weather, the biting wind, and it did look like rain would hit some time before the sun woke tomorrow.

For now, though, her main concern was Tony.She'd managed to get him on his back, and the blood soaked shirt was pulled aside, itwas just something she'd have to expend more of her magic to clean. But she saw the problem on his torso, and she frowned.

          "You have to be more careful,           I can't always carry you to a            safe place like this. Just lie           still, I should have this fixed           fairly quick, I promise."

She looked down to him, the small painedsmile there as she settled next to him, taking one hand in hers, squeezing to reassure him she was there, as the other hand settled on his chest, just below wherethe bandit had lashed out, had gotten Tonywith the machete, just below the Reactor.

Fingertips brushed it, a soft sound there whenshe heard the strained noise he gave. It took a moment, focusing, before the energy was there,coaxing skin to stitch back together, to mendthe wrong that was done.

Lips ghosted over the reactor, a gentle touchto the no doubt pain of his body forcibly healingitself, and she felt his grip tighten on her hand. Itdid not take long, though her eyes drooped, and it was obvious the exhaustion was settling in, asher head lowered, resting upon his chest, her body leaning into the side of his, and she gave a quiet sigh.

She felt the shift last minute, of arms curling aroundher, keeping her close, as she pressed her lips to hischest once more.

          "Rest, Tony. I cannot sense anyone close.           Not for some miles, we should be good for           a few hours if nothing else."

Eyes fluttered closed, leaning further into him, as shegave a soft hum, and listened to his heartbeat level outfrom the prior frantic state, relaxing with the glow of thereactor. The night light that had saved her sanity so far.

[anicyresurrection]

update:

Good news: MY FINGER IS BETTER! (still a smidge sore, but better!)

Bad news: due to fighting an infection, I now have a bad cold which I'm combatting with lots of sleep at night.  Please wait a little bit longer.

[samsxcola]

You don't get a choice.

"Thought I heard you arrive.  Don't listen to Jarvis.  He's lying.  A lot." 

In truth, Sam didn't know how much the machine would say.  How cold Sam had become to it- where before he had treated it like a human.  Now it was just an extension of Tony.  The one who left.  The one who couldn't be trusted, like anyone else.  How Sam hadn't really eaten for days on end, and barely remembered. Ignored his phone calls.  Answered his hallucinations.  He hadn't had a shut down, other than a large one that had him checked out for weeks.

Dean's death.

Maybe the butler wouldn't say a thing.  But he had to be careful with it.

"Not that I imagine you care too much, but I think I'm going to move into a motel room.  You can keep the things I leave."

[forgerextraordinaire]

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[thedarktimestopper]

Dimensions of Iron: Closed rp with tincanwithaplan

Voxxen patiently awaited Tony's attention. Well, not like she was going to grasp it now, considering the fact that she was not in his dimension, but rather watching him through another. This one was tad bit farther away than their first encounter, she was in fear of upsetting JARVIS again. A small sense of déjà-vu reoccurred to her as she gently folded her arms. She sat quietly on one of his benches, watching the man fly about his lab, piecing together a new creation. Voxxen remained silent for the duration of his work, merely waiting until he appeared to be less busy and until she gathered enough courage to finally speak and reveal herself to him. But she'd rather observe, the shy woman pulled her feet up onto the bench, now sitting 'criss crossed' as most of the children say. Voxxen carefully examined each of his movements, to the reach and the stride, she pulled together a decent picture if his movements and fixated her mind onto all forms of escape routes as her paranoia demanded. However, Mister Stark always appeared to be more of a care free sort of person, but the monarch knew better than to underestimate people. She lazily looked around the lab once again, still finding wonder in such an elaborate place.

[oflilacwoods-blog]

Running Scared

Bare feet slap an uneven rhythm against the pavement, she's running for the last safe place she can think of. She can't change, she's stuck in this clumsy form, and it's sheer luck alone she doesn't go crashing into the floor once the door permits her entrance, and she's left leaning against the wall, trying to regain her bearings..

She had no way of letting Tony know she was coming ahead of time, of what had happened. She hardly believed it herself, that the dead had come back, had risen once more, and were hell bent on attacking those still alive. She'd narrowly avoided a few herself, and could only hope word had reached the news, and Tony was already sitting watching it, like always.

It took some time for JARVIS to help get her to the main room, and she sat on one of the couches, curling into herself, and trembling, as she tried to distract herself, toying with her hair in an absent manner.

When the sound of footsteps registered, though, she glanced up, the paranoia there before she remembered she was safe here. She was countless feet in the air, there were no problems, not that Tony would allow it anyways. A shaky smile was all she could offer, unable to shake the tears right on the edge.

          "I didn't know where else to go, I'm so sorry.            If you would rather I can leave I just...I don't            know what's going on anymore, Tony."

She was shaking still, tucking down into the couch, trying to shrink the best she could, as she watched him, hands clasped nervously in her lap, and nails bit into skin..