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TUMBLR PLEASE READ THIS! I NEED YOUR HELP AND I AM DESPERATE. PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU.

This beautiful girl on the left in this picture is my baby sister. She is 14yrs old. Her name is Jamie Marie Meyers, AND SHE IS MISSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She has been missing since Sunday, 04/21/2013. She is thought to be with her “boyfriend” whom is 18yrs old. His name is Matthew. We believe he’s convinced her to run away with him. We are terrified for her safety and it is unlike her to just leave without even a text. This girl is my life. She means more to me than anything else on this planet and not knowing if she’s okay is literally tearing me apart from the inside out. I want to die. PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME! I JUST WANT TO KNOW THAT MY BABY SISTER IS OKAY!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is thought to be somewhere in New York State but was last seen at her home in Spring Hill, Florida. ANY AND ALL INFORMATION REGARDING HER WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED AND I WOULD OWE YOU MY LIFE!!!!!!!! 

PLEASE TUMBLR, I’M BEGGING YOU, REBLOG THIS AND HELP ME FIND MY BABY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN ONE MONTH AGO! PLEASE HELP ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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COME ON PEOPLE REBLOG LIKE CRAZY I WOULD DIE IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope.

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

——

Yinsen’s fingers dug into the small of his back as he clung on, but there was no attention left in Tony to give back to him for his concern. 

He kept his eyes fixed on the darkened shadow stalking the room, kept his ears open for that raspy voice that sent wisps of mist through the air. The cloak of the man before him scraped over the cold ground as he walked around, never quite stepping forward, never quite letting himself be seen.

“I’ve given my offer.” Tony said, desperately trying to sound much braver than he did now by repeating himself once again; for he had had no answer yet. The walking stopped, and even through just shadow, he could feel those eyes pinned to him.

“And why should I agree?” 

Yinsen’s fingers pressed harder, and he was muttering in Tony’s ear, begging him to stop.

“Because - ” Tony faltered, blinking sharply and ignoring how his heart pounded, “He’s old. He may die soon if you keep him this way. I’m - I’ve only just come of age, I can serve you - however you want me to - for much longer than he ever could.”

“Tony, no - “

“And you would stay would you?” Tony shivered as the temperature in the dungeon stung his skin, icy and bitter cold crawling down his bare arms and he wished he could find the courage to even move to roll the sleeves down. But he couldn’t. Even without knowing him, he feared this man, and though he hated the feeling he couldn’t help it, “You would take his place? Just like that?”

Tony lifted his chin, biting back a hiss when Yinsen pulled at him again, and he swallowed past his tightened throat, “Yes.” He said.

The word rang through the dungeon, loud and clear, but the man still stood by the door and refused to move or speak.

“Now, please,” Tony turned to Yinsen then, ignoring the frantic and so very worried glances he was getting, and he clasped his fingers around the older man’s hand. He was so cold. He had to get him out of here now, or - “Let him go.”

There was another scrape and the cloak slid forward again. Tony didn’t look up, found that he couldn’t, but when a cold hand grabbed his shoulder to move him aside he couldn’t help but snap his eyes toward it.

He caught sight of darkened skin, skin as blue as the oceans in his dreams though with black carved marks cut over it - morphing the man into something grotesque.

Tony stared. His felt his lips part in shock as he did but he continued to do so anyway. He stared and - 

And red - blood red - eyes stared back.

And then the one word that he had taken from Yinsen’s frightened babble stabbed him through the chest.

Beast.

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Fear No Evil
What if: Fandom AU || Frostiron | The Avengers + The Last Exorcism: Part II
Requested by the lovely Anon <3
+ Inspired Music: Help and The Rope by Hurts, The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars 

Prompt: (Idea by the lovely Anon and edited by yours truly)
Tony starts to behave strangely - symptoms such as Sleepwalking, hearing things that weren’t there, forgetting the time and reason. Then bad things start to happen to people who mistreat him or try to do him harm. Quickly the situations escalates when the few people he actually cares about is also hurt by him. Tony is isolated from society, causing him to go mad. That is until one day an Exorcist approaches him and tells Tony these very words….
“You are possessed. And the devil who possessed you… Loves you.”

“I can feel the darkness coming / And I’m afraid of myself
Call my name and I’ll come running / ‘Cause I just need some help…”

Fic - 

Tony could hear him, singing to him… lulling him to sleep. The voice that carried out terrible things, that used his body to leave an aftermath of red. Every time he woke up, Tony was covered in blood… It wasn’t his. It never was.

The priest - a tall man in his later thirties with blue eyes - comes to him because his friends had taken the last possible option that might work to save him. Tony agrees to do the Exorcism, but only because he wants to get rid of … it.. no him. No IT. He wasn’t quite sure anymore but it was driving him mad. He needed to get it out.

-

Tony couldn’t remember anything after the Exorcism - which he assumed had happened. Waking up inside his bed again, he finds the Priest sitting beside him with concerned eyes.

“How are you feeling?” The Priest spoke softly in his usual, calm voice. In his hand, he held a StarkPad between his pale fingers.

“Fine.” Tony spoke but he wasn’t sure if he was really telling the truth or merely trying to believe the lie so he’ll feel a little better. He looked at the Priest and noticed something was missing. But he couldn’t recall what it was.

“As requested, this is the video we’ve taken during the Exorcism.”

The Priest hands him the StarkPad and Tony feels a trail of shivers crawl down his spine. He didn’t want to see it but a part of him was too much of a fool to resist the temptation of seeing the monster hiding beneath his skin.

“The devil who possessed you… loved you.”

Tony flicked through until he found the video dated yesterday. He clicked it and opened the file, taking a deep breath. It appeared on the screen to show two people - one being himself and the other, the Priest. The camera was shooting the footage from above.

“Mr. Stark, can you hear me?” The Priest’s voice echoed within the empty studio that they had temporarily used for the Exorcism.

Tony was asleep, but apparently his body was not. He was being moved by an unknown entity, being twisted by a creature that refused to be put out. It looked as if it was clawing itself out but instead the sick twisting stops halfway. His head snaps to stare straight at the Priest.

A deep laughter echoed through the room. Tony’s body slowly awoke so he was standing with a straightened posture.

 ”Ah, what a wonderful treat this is.” The voice cooed mockingly, the tone drenched with poison.

“In the name of God, I command you to-” The Priest begins, his voice attempting to sound firm but faltering slightly. He was backing away, holding his bible in his hands for dear life.

“You will not command me to do anything, foolish mortal. I will rip your innards out and make you feast on them. God cannot hear your childish chants!” The not-Tony Stark snarled viciously.

“Identify yourself!” The Priest shouted.

The creature wearing Tony’s body smiled a cruel, twisted grin. “I am Loki. And you will bow to me, die before me with your blood painting my beloved Stark.”

“Release him!” A series of latin words follow with this command, but Tony’s body merely flinches to the sound.
 

“You see, unlike the many souls that have been touched by my Anthony, I am a true believer of him. And no one will possess him but I alone for I love him.”
 

“He is not yours to own!” The Priest counters, anger evident in his voice. “You will get out of him!” Another series of latin causes the smirk on Tony’s face to disappear.

A hideous, unearthly roar echoes within the small Studio. Tony’s body fall back to his knee again.

“YOU WILL NOT HAVE HIM!” The voice hissed.

And then Studio - which was a room filled with mirrors - breaks. Shattered glass fell to the floor, filling the room with the ear-splitting sound of a thousand mirror shards being obliterated.

Tony watched as the Priest continued doing his work until the screen started to malfunction. He frowns, unable to hide the anxiety back. The scene had not changed but the few seconds of black that the error had caused jumped to a scene where his body lay in an odd position. The Priest had stood still, without moving. Then the footage stops.

“Did it work?” Tony looks up at the Priest in confusion, his voice tinged with desperation and hope.

“Yes.” It was a simple answer but one that brought great relief and happiness. He was free! There was nothing inside of him not that made him kill and do things that was against his very nature.

“Thank you-” Tony began and stopped.

He remembered what was missing. The cross the Priest always carried with him around his neck. It was gone…. Gone.

 Tony slowly looked up and found his eyes locking with the cold gaze of a creature with green eyes.

 ”I’ve told you this before, Anthony Edward Stark. Your are loved by me. And no other.”

The sound of shattered glass echoed as the machine in Tony’s hand slipped and fell to the floor, breaking into little pieces - irreplaceable shards, like himself.

Tony didn’t even get a chance to scream before vice-like hands curled around his neck, forcing his lips open and filling his mouth with blood, tongue lashing out at his own until there was no choice but to consent to it’s will.

The devil hummed the same melody in his ear now, the one that haunted his dreams and blackened his existence…

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RIGHTFUL CLAIM
What if: Fandom AU || The Avengers / Frostiron

Once upon a time, young Tony Stark had prayed to a God - any God that would listen - for a wish. It was granted true, but not without a price. This wish ultimately causes the death of his parents and gives him the rights to his father’s company. And Tony had unknowingly granted something of his that should never have been an option to give.

Now the God of Mischief has come to collect his debt… Tony’s soul.