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Reminder, I have moved on both blogs.

Multi is now: @loyaltysong

Adam is @loyaltysword

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Hi, moved. Same url.

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                                    all I know is, darling, I was made for loving you.

#i. study || nobody had faith i'd ever be found #ii. michael || but hold onto me‚ you will be found

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I know there have been a lot of positivity memes going around lately, and while I haven’t sent them I want people to know that I do care. I am just not in a place to constantly bombard with positivity at the moment. I hope people know that they are loved by me.

#iv. ooc || monster made of memories

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❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

“It comes with the fact that I’ve known you for years.” Adam can’t help the smile that graces his lips. There’s a warmth in their chest, one that’s different from the usual burn of grace. It’s a soft warmth, a gentle wrap of a soul around grace. “And it’s because I love you.”

“Besides.. who doesn’t love a grilled cheese?”

#loyaltylanced #fucking gay omg

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"it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off basically any cursed object to a baby." - rowena

“That’s not- why would you-“ he pauses, looking at her with a confusion etched on his features. “No.”

#shadowcovcn

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“It’s because I’m pretty, that’s why I have problems.” / from his wife

….. that’s not the only reason, but dammit.. she does have a point.

“Same.”

#huntersmooned

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Adam Milligan has one fear.

#can u guess it #I’ll give u a hint #it’s already happened to him once

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"i'm sorry guys… he's making a salad."

“The horror. The absolute horror.”

#pantslessoptimism

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🍓 Maybe?

Iiiiii am a dumbass and haven’t looked at my askbox in a while, so hi, how’s it going.

I really like what you’re doing with Katherine! I giggle about the thread we have and how she has NO IDEA what she’s getting into. You’re doing an awesome job and I can’t wait to see more!

#iv. ooc || monster made of memories #malka lisitsa

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“I’m not a religious person so much as a religious figure, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.” / hm

“Isn’t that kind of how vessels work, Michael?” He gives a hum, not bothering to look up from his fries. “Pretty sure I was literally made for you.”

#loyaltylanced #v. post series || you made it through your darkest day #god dammit he’s so sassy

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"If there is a god, then I am going to make him cry."

“Really?” There’s a doubt in his voice, a soft tug at the corners of his lips. “If you do see him, tell him I say hi.”

#ruinedmyself #v. hunter || walk the path that will kill most

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Depression do be hitting tonight. Gonna try for some asks here and working some more on @loyaltysong

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“Azrael I don’t care about the damn cage.” It’s simple. Pointed. It’s not quite angry.. honestly? He’s not sure what emotion he’s feeling. “The cage sucked, yeah. And did I hate it? Yes. Did I deserve it? Hell no. And you know that both of us didn’t deserve to be in there. I’m not an idiot. I may have been a kid back then, but I’m older than I look. My soul is now hundreds of years old… I’m not stupid enough to believe you when you say that.”

“What I’m mad about is the rapture, Azrael.” He keeps his voice steady, despite the desire to shout. To get angry, to let her know just how much pain he is on a daily basis. How it had scarred his soul permanently, being taken like that. Holes and tears, rips in the very fabric of his being. A soul may heal with time, but not when pieces are missing completely. Little things can be healed, but not this… not his soul. He was too damaged, too mangled, too broken.

“I don’t want to hear about your damn guilt around the cage. I don’t care about it. The cage was not half as bad as what I suffered losing him.” His throat was tight, the grief still gripping him like a vice. It was still so raw…

Forget about the fact that Michael isn’t here.

“He’s gone… he’s not here, and dammit, it hurts. Every day I wake up in pain. You know why? Because I was ripped apart. I was ripped apart holding onto the one thing I love. The one thing that I care about. The one being that I would do anything for. I went to hell for him, I said yes to him. And I’d go through all of it again, if it meant that I’d have him again.”

He doesn’t even realize that Michael is dead.

“I’d rather be in the cage with him than face the rest of my existence alone.”

He was angry, and rightfully so. She did not blame him for an ounce of it. He had just been a kid. A kid going to college trying to live his best life. He hadn't asked for John Winchester to be his father. He didn't ask for the ghouls. He didn't ask to be ripped out of Heaven and used and abused and forgotten. All of this was so very valid.

"No,I-" Azrael paused and looked down as she bit her lip and nodded. No. This was not the time to correct what he had wrong, this was not the time to tell him that most of the things he blamed her for she had no control over. No. He needed to express his anger. He would feel better for it in the long run. She knew he never would with Michael, and Zachariah? Well. He was sleeping peacefully with her uncle in The Empty.

She could handle his ire and his rebukes and his rage. It was imperative he got it out and if it was against her instead of one of her other siblings or someone else in his life, all the better. She would take as much as he threw at her and she would encourage it. In the end it would hopefully be worth it. He should feel better for it at least, and that was what mattered to her.

"You're right. I was selfish and uncaring and I left you there all alone." Azrael told him, her tone cold. "I left you both to rot in their while I got my freedom here and I didn't think twice about it. I went about my business like nothing had changed."

Azrael had been doing so much lying lately, the words came out easier than she ever thought possible. They were the furthest from the truth of anything she had ever said in her entire life. She felt so sick and her heart broke, but she had been created to serve humanity. Every last one. This was as much her job as reaping souls.

She breathed in shakily, "Maybe even a part of me thought you and my brother deserved to be there."

#heavenguided #v. post series || you made it through your darkest day

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Work was fucking exhausting today. I’m going to try to get some writing done but goddamn.

#iv. ooc || monster made of memories

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Come poke me for the new multi.

#iv. ooc || monster made of memories

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You’re not allowed to look at his death note journal. For Michael’s eyes only.

#iii. crack || it's my little secret