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[devil-doll13]

Tw: Weed & Drugs mentions

I’ve finally got around to posting this guy’s profile! You can ask me anything about him <3

Adam 🌱

Name: Adam (Formerly William “Bill” Sage)

Meaning: ‘earth’ or ‘soil’

Alias(es): The Green Man, The Hippie, Murder Jesus

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Early to Mid 30s

D.O.B: August 28th

Zodiac: Virgo

Sexuality: Pansexual

Current Residence: Roams mostly around California and the West Coast of America, sometimes has a van or stays in a tent or in one of his follower’s homes.

Occupation: N/A, though formerly in the Military

Appearance Description: Adam is a man of tall stature, with fair to lightly tanned skin (depending on the season and weather), long brown hair that is occasionally braided or bound in a headband and leaf green eyes, though one may detect a multitude of different colours inside of them.

Style: Tea Glasses, Vests, Tie-Dye, Bell Bottoms, Open Shirts, Headbands, Sandals Or Barefoot.

Height: 6,3ft

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Brown

Notable Features: A long, thin scar on his right side from when one of his ribs was removed. He also has a large, deep scar on his left thigh and multiple smaller ones all over his body from shrapnel and misc. injuries. Has large earlobes and occasionally wears dangling earrings.

Personality: A common sentiment expressed by those he meets on the road is that Adam exudes a natural charisma, so strongly so that even those who originally did not approve of his lifestyle find themselves drawn to him. It is an almost supernatural effect. But Adam himself seems to be a relatively normal guy at first; he’s so easygoing and fun-loving, he can kick back with almost any person he meets like he’s known them for his entire life. There is a certain sureness to him, like he feels all of his actions are right and just. He has a free spirit and an artistic streak, and his wanderings lead him everywhere, often collecting ‘followers’ on his path.

Likes: Nature, Cannabis & Psychedelics, Rainbows, Flowers, Cacti, Parrots, Canaries, Rock Music, Maximalism/Clutter, Abstract Art

Dislikes: Monochrome, The Desert, Emptiness/Large Deserted Places, Loud Bangs/Slams & The Sounds of Ceramic Breaking, The Cold

Hobbies: Painting, (Usually with his hands) Playing Guitar & Singing, Caring For Plants, Meditation

Tw: Angst, Weed & Drugs (LSD), Family/Parental Abuse, Poverty, Character Death, War, Depression.

While this is ambiguously set in the 60s/70s, It’s not specific.

(Very) Rough Backstory:

William “Bill” Sage was born near the border in Southern California, together with his twin brother Charlie. Where they lived was typically arid and barren, and they spent their childhood playing out in the sticks, away from home. Their home life was always turbulent, mostly because their parents would constantly argue and occasionally take their anger out on them. Being twins, their bond was always very strong, and both of them relied on eachother for support when things got tough. They were almost entirely identical in looks, aside from a few differences and preferences in clothing.

Bill’s parents had a traditionalist mindset which he never could live up to, and Charlie was in his eyes often the ‘better’ twin; smarter, more attractive, more talented. It never really created a rift between them, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel any sort of hidden resentment.

Their father was always gambling, Because he stupidly bet their house in a game, they later ended up living in a cheap trailer since it was only thing they could afford at that point. Over the years things only got worse, especially when their mother died of an illness and left them with only their father. It was really to the point that they felt no real attachment to him, since he was never a loving father at all really.

Eventually Charlie felt like he had had enough at pitched the idea of joining the army to get away from everything; they both felt they had no future prospects in doing anything else. Bill agreed, partially because he wanted to stay together with his twin and in part because he wanted to escape his home and where he grew up as well. Bill took to the change in lifestyle readily, because it was new and in some ways actually more bearable than his previous one. At the same time, they didn’t really fully realise what they had both signed up for.

His brother died in conflict right in front of him, a sight which he would never forget burned into his retinas forever. Due to injuries Bill sustained in this very same situation, he was considered unfit for future service, although some might say that it was corruption in the ranks or a quarrel with a superior that got him thrown out of the army; he was never up front about that one.

He ended up returning to California, drifting about without much purpose in San Francisco. He became homeless, without any sort of support put in place and having such difficulties holding down any job he could even get into. He fell into a group of people in similar situations, but with all different backgrounds.

Bill underwent many changes and transformations during this time. He tried on new religions, new drugs, new personalities. Chiefly, he tripped on LSD/Acid and continued to search for new highs as he basically ran from himself. Although it was in some ways a period of self-discovery, it was also self-destructive.

It was then he met this older woman named Janis - or at least she told him that was her name - who took him in and looked after him during this time. Sometimes, Bill felt like he was being tested by her somehow, but couldn’t confirm it. She was mysterious, and he never could get her last name. Then, she offered him this new ‘drug’ he had never heard of before, but at this point he would really try anything and he accepted it.

The trip he took on this drug was unlike anything he had ever taken before. Something out of his control reached out to him and entered his mind, and when it did he had a wondrous revelation. Although he has told this story many times around a campfire, he cannot verify the specifics. Only that he knew it was all he had been waiting for his entire life; that the journey of finding his purpose had only just begun.

After he woke up, Janis was no longer to be seen. She and almost all her things had disappeared, almost as if she was a figment of his imagination. The only thing that remained was her glasses, which he took into his possession as a keepsake.

He chose a new, more fitting name for himself: Adam, and set off to give his message to all that would listen.

Fun Facts:

His favourite book (series) is Lord of The Rings

His favourite film is The Wizard of Oz (1939)

His favourite music artists are The Beatles, Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Led Zeppelin, Cream, Black Sabbath & Jimi Hendrix.

His favourite colours are green, yellow and purple

His favourite foods are Avocado Toast & Melons

His favourite drink is Orange Juice

It would be too simple to consider him someone who merely has control over plantlife. Adam almost sees himself as a part of nature now, and it’s debatable how attached he is to his own body now that it has been changed so much.

He started to smoke weed to deal with his chronic pain from some his war injuries, but now also just recreationally, a.k.a for fun lol

Bill grew up around the arid mojave desert, in an area where there wasn’t much plant life at all really. In the better days he used to take care of cactuses as his hobby, and now even as Adam he has a soft spot for cacti.

Bill learned to play a bit of guitar as a child/young teen but wasn’t able to truly master it, as it was carelessly discarded by his parents and probably sold to pay their debts. Many of Bill’s old belongings went this way, to the point that by the time he and Charlie were leaving for the military, he had almost nothing to his name but a few dollar bills and the clothes on his back. He picked the guitar back up again during his period of re-discovery after leaving the army. Now, he isn’t the best player, but he can still do a couple of his favourite songs.

Although he has enough clout now to basically have a friend in every city he passes by, he was a socially awkward teen and when he got older, Charlie was really the ‘extroverted twin’ out of the both of them. It goes to show how different he is as ‘Adam’ compared to when he was Bill.

Speaking of, he does have a number of ‘believers.’ It’s possible that at one point they were more organised, but there were some investigations done before and Adam felt it simply more wise to keep a low profile.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @soupbabe, @bluecoolr, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @flower-crowned-lady, @probably-a-plant-thing, @solmints-messyocdiary, @myers-meadow)

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[artsymeeshee]

Felt a need to draw hugs (thinking about sea grunks has made me extra emotional :’))

[beaft]

i went to get my t-shot yesterday and it took me an hour and a half to get to the clinic and as soon as i got on the bed the nurse dropped my t-shot and it broke and now they're trying to make me pay for the replacement. i think the fuck not lmao

[polarsirens]

Blimey.

[gunpowdercarousel]

You know what? Fuck it.

Githyanki Cleric of Selune

Romance~

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[pissed-whizard]

my blog is a gateway drug to cooler and better blogs (my mutuals)

[yellowvixen]

week 32: transparent!

[wanologic]

and they were roommates

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[blahlahblash]

so basically, umm... Movie Sonic feeling the feels for Movie Shadow, just a tiny bit. And Knuckles unknowingly crushing on Rouge, but not just a tiny bit. Ykyk

[iliothermia]

So. Fairy man who puts all his love into tending to an unwanted, highly poisonous flower that grows to love him back so much it wills itself a humanoid form to spend the rest of their lives together laughing and in the comfort of each other

[newtid]

saw this post and could not stop thinking about @punkitt-is-here as elmo's aunt i NEEDED to draw her

also also while i was drawing i thought up a sesame street episode plot that i think is cute

Elmo's uncle is coming over to visit, but they're looking a little different! They explain to Elmo that sometimes people realise things about themselves and that they start to change, which makes them happier- and though they won't quite be the same as before, that won't make them love you any less. So even if they won't be his amazing uncle anymore, she hopes she can still be his amazing aunt.

ggyuhhg hapoy pride mont 💥🔥‼️💪

letter of the day is T

[flwrkid14]

Casual Chaos: Tim Drake’s Makeup Stream

Danny, known to the internet as Nebula, had been teasing a special stream for weeks. Fans were buzzing with excitement and theories, especially when the announcement popped up: “Doing My Boyfriend’s Makeup!” Naturally, the chat erupted into chaos. Danny was pretty private about his love life, so this reveal had the fandom on edge.

When the stream finally went live, Danny greeted his audience with his usual laid-back grin. “Okay, today’s the day. Let’s see if I’m any good at this,” he said, spinning a makeup brush between his fingers. “But first, let me introduce you to my boyfriend.”

The camera panned, and there he was—Tim Drake, sitting there as if this was the most normal thing in the world. No big introduction, no fanfare. Just Tim, giving a small, nonchalant wave.

“WAIT. IS THAT TIM DRAKE???”

“Like… THE Tim Drake??”

“No way he’s dating Nebula, what is happening???”

Danny, fully aware of the chaos brewing in the comments, didn’t even acknowledge it. He just turned to Tim. “Ready for your makeover, babe?”

Tim shrugged, totally calm. “Let’s do it.”

As Danny started applying makeup, the chat kept freaking out, but the two of them acted like it was just another Saturday. In Gotham, though, it was a different story. The Bat's group chat was blowing up:

Dick: “TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE-WAYNE, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.”

Jason: “How does a nerd like you land Nebula of all people???”

Steph: “I AM CRYING. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!!”

Damian: “This is unacceptable. Drake, I demand an explanation.”

Bruce: [Typing…]

But Tim? Unfazed. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone and sat still as Danny carefully lined his eyes and added a touch of mascara, keeping up casual chatter with the stream.

“You know,” Danny said, holding up a shade of lipstick, “Tim’s got this effortless model thing going on. I’m just enhancing what’s already there.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I didn’t exactly sign up to be your runway star.”

“Wait… he’s actually REALLY pretty??”

“Tim Drake is hot, confirmed.”

“LOOK AT HIS CHEEKBONES OMG.”

As Danny finished the look, adding some extra blush and a light gloss, the reaction was immediate. The chat was losing it. Tim glanced at himself in the mirror, barely reacting. “Well… I don’t hate it.”

Danny leaned back, admiring his work. “Not bad, right?”

Meanwhile, back in Gotham, the bats were still going wild.

Steph: “Tim, you better show up to every gala looking like this from now on.”

Jason: “You’ve been holding out on us with this face, man.”

Dick: “This is ICONIC.”

Bruce: “We’ll need to discuss this later.”

Tim finally glanced at his phone and snorted at all the messages. “They’re never going to let this go, are they?”

Danny just grinned at the camera. “Probably not. So… next time, you'll do my makeup, right?”

The chat, of course, exploded all over again.

[giotanner]

All Tim Drake has to do is say "millenial core" (support my entire video on tiktok)

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