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me remembering that i have an adam blog ...

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      just a man no longer, merely a failed creation cast out of paradise it wasn't the first time.      ‘      pretty hard to smile after winding up in this shit-hole … especially when everyone's trying to fuckin’ kill you. ’

      wings are clipped but defiant feathers remain, standing on edge as the demon approaches. words drip with venom, yet hesitation lingers. A TAKER OF LIVES, not used to the burden of having to protect his own. ‘   that why you're here? huh? just try it, you flat-faced fucker.      ’

      ❛     you resemble a fool,    though you're only just a man       isn't it best to give up and smile?     ❜  - @archorcist ♡'d!

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@lutenants!

lovebirds

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love u <3

that's gay bruh

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been thinking a lot about the verse where everything is more or less the same as canon, but adam takes no joy in the exterminations. instead, having to kill the sinners (his own people as he hasn’t separated himself from them in this verse) is his punishment for sinning in eden, and he has to comply if he wants to stay in heaven … he does the job that the higher ups of heaven knew had to be done but they had no one to do it. he becomes heaven’s executioner of sorts. just a rough idea but more angst is always good!

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❛ am i not good enough? ❜ — @lutenants, random dialogue prompts. acceping!

      ‘ you fucked up, babe. ’ syllables are firm, harsh truths that throng the air with no trace of warmth / NO SWEETNESS. the confusion gnaws at him, fuels his anger. their work was the fire that burned through his veins, crowned him with a greater purpose. it was the breath of life, much like what his creator had bestowed upon him eons ago. there was no place for mistakes. lute knew that better than anyone.

      he leans down, levels with her. his head tilts as though he’s weighing her worth, eyes narrowing as his gaze picks her apart ... trying to find any weaknesses through her mask of unfeeling / the mask of what she's meant to be. ‘ vaggie would never have made a mistake like that. the fuck were you thinking? i mean ... that sucked dick, lute. for real. ’ perhaps it could have been dealt with more tact, but adam knows lute well enough to know caring words aren't what she's after. vaggie had always been the best of them, the most lethal weapon in his arsenal. they might have lost her, but her memory remained a potent motivator. his movements are slow, almost dragged as his hand reaches out and grips her shoulder. he makes an effort to sound as though he’s talking to her now, rather than above her. ‘ what i'm try'na say is ... if y'wanna stay in the band, you can't afford to fuck up. ’

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❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ — @lutenants, random dialogue prompts, accepting!

      their recent sparring session had taken its toll. everything aches, thew burning with every step as he slumps down onto a nearby seat. his neck cranes as he unfolds a wing, hollows of light casting an irritated glow. the once neatly arranged feathers now lay disheveled / SPLAYED much like the bodies they left scattered after an extermination. when he senses her presence, his voice sounds, speech pitched with annoyance. ‘ uuhh, lute? don’t get me wrong, love when you do your thing, babe but, um ... you really have to go that fuckin' hard? ’ he draws the wing closer, making an attempt to restore order but struggling to tame some of the more unruly strands. observant as ever, lute begins to move closer, her stare fixated on them. his brows furrow, an exasperated sigh escaping him as his arms lazily rise to cross over his chest. ‘ uuuugh i know what you're thinking. it's fine. ’ there's an initial recoil as she begins to approach, feathers voicing their own protest with a soft rustle. ‘ seriously, i'll handle it. ’

      'just let me do this for you.' an order as much as it was an offering / GENTLE BUT INSISTENT. she reaches, fingertips softly grasping the edge of his wing. she draws it closer, resting it across her lap as digits begin to thread through the tousled mess. a defensive jibe follows suit. ‘ you fuckin' deaf, bitch? i just said i didn’t need your ’ he's interrupted, a sudden yelp as she plucks a feather. the others flare in irritation, as though they're expressing their discontent much like his tone now does. ‘ fuck! chill, would ya? ’ as devoted as lute is, the command fails to deter her. instead, she repeats the motion and he starts, lips curling into a sneer. ‘ jeez! you've got them all, fuckin' quit it already! ’ he offers a sharp intake of breath, followed by a hiss / another remark. ‘ shit. if you kill like you pluck, those cunts are in for it. ’  her hands soon start to wander again and his muscles tense, anticipating the familiar ache. but this time, fingers lethal as knives begin to move a bit more carefully; begin to comb through plumes with a delicate precision.

      he shudders as the ire etched onto emitted features gradually mellows, replaced by something resembling embarassment. he hates how vulnerable it makes him feel, HOW IT GNAWS as if his essence is suddenly laid bare / at the mercy of her touch. a murmur, voice held low, as though he's trying to keep the whole exchange a secret. ‘ dammit ... this is stupid. ’ despite the frustrations, he makes no effort to move ... not yet. and as the initial unease wanes, wings start to press back more eagerly, a movement that belies the irritation still lacing his voice. lute of all people would understand, the motion roughly translates to gratitude.

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𝐌𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐎 𝐙𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

novel based. some are nsfw!

“ i must say, good riddance! ”

“ stop playing dead! ”

“ how did you finish it this quickly? ”

“ you’ve got the wrong person… ”

“ you? protect me? stop bragging. ”

“ if i can’t defeat them, other people can’t either. ”

“ shoo! shoo! go away! why did you come out? ”

“ yeah, yeah. you didn’t steal, you robbed! ”

“ please calm down. words are more powerful than weapons. ”

“ did you see what it was? ”

“ it wasn’t me! ”

“ wake up. it’s time to work! ”

“ one bite. one bite only… hmph, are you trying to eat my whole hand with that bite of yours? ”

“ i haven’t seen anyone like this! ”

“ you damn gay! good for you. ”

“ mark your words. ”

“ you are dismissed. ”

“ those who make noise will be silenced. ”

“ you will be sleeping here. ”

“ and then we started fighting. ”

“ you’re so smug. ”

“ i have a question. ” 

“ such a waste. ”

“ don’t be like this. it’s my fault, alright? ”

“ you do not feel any remorse. ”

“ i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i can repeat it however many times you want me to. i can even say it while kneeling down. ”

“ i never asked you to carry me, in the beginning. ”

“ no, i’m wounded. ”

“ hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ”

“ where did you get the guts to be all choosy here? ”

“ do you have the money? ”

“ why are you looking at me? am i good-looking? ”

“ you’ll answer whatever i ask you? ”

“ can’t we rest and chat at the same time? ”

“ i think i heard strange breathing sounds… ”

“ how is this something to congratulate someone for?! ”

“ i don’t understand and i don’t care. ”

“ you want me to fix this soul? ”

“ do you often sneak up on people when you’re in the middle of a sentence? ”

“ i’ve already said that i can’t do anything about it. ”

“ you do not deserve this sword. ”

“ someone is lying here. ”

“ you’re so ugly. you’re even uglier when you cry. ”

“ what a person you are! ”

“ you can try, now, to see if i would reject you over anything. ”

“ please warn me before you say something so romantic or else i won’t be able to take it. ”

“  i told you not to touch me. ”

“ do not worry. i can save you if you fall. ”

“ you’re flirting with me. ”

“ you look the best with no clothes on. ” 

“ eat, eat, eat — all you do is eat! ”

“ if it’s folklore, let alone how unreliable it is, should we really trust it? ”

“ i just love it when i’m filled by you like this. it’s quite great, really. ”

“ scared my moans would be heard by someone? easy — just silence me. ”

“ you know me. i love acting recklessly. ”  

“ fine. i will ask you a few questions. you can explain one by one. ”

“ i never asked you to thank me. ”

“ but it’s not that i’m scared of death. i just don’t want to die yet. ”

“ you understand my ass! ”

“ i really don’t understand. just say it out loud!!! ”

“ thanks, i’m rich now! ”

“ you two really do talk about anything and everything. ”

“ but it’s not that i’m scared of death. i just don’t want to die yet. ”

“ further investigations are perhaps necessary. ”

“ apologize? for what? for exposing your thing for each other? ”

“ you must not force yourself. ”

“ well, say it out loud. who’s an unwelcome person? ”

“ you have climbed every single tree on our way here. ”

“ would hiding the truth be right instead? ”

“ there’s no why. you know i love fooling around outside at night. haha. ”

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are you there god? it’s me. what the actual fuck

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@lutenants Hey…

One word, GuardRock.

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      ‘      for better or for worse    and i don't care which.      ’ — @demondeaths 🤘 'd !

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      ‘      oh me, me, me! ain't you got no decency?     ’ — @gardenlcst 🤘 'd !

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who gonna let adam cuddle them and bundle them up in his wings … asking for a friend lol 👉👈

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      ‘      i'm only a man don't you understand? and a man can sometimes lose.     ’ — @pridefell 🤘 'd !

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*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*

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      ‘      i'm s'posed to be the one that keeps us all together, weak or strong!     ’ — @lutenants 🤘 'd !

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under the mask, adam has a few freckles on his cheeks. not a ton, just a few. they are more obvious in the summer months. since he died and became an angel, they are gold in colour.