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itsjuliak5 · 1 year
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“The sky is beautiful and I’m flying with my friends.”
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“I love you guys,” *Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine starts playing*
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dumb-homo-tool · 4 months
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obligatory saw fanartist chainshipping hand study
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adamsstabwound · 3 months
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Can i please When you cheating on Adam with Lucifer
Female reader
Summary: you were an angel made to wed Adam the day he arrived in heaven. But after cheating on him with none other than Lucifer himself, the once stable pillars of your mind and functions all seemed to topple.
A/N: the ask wasn't TOO specific, so I'll go nuts on this one babes. content warning for- implied shagging. I had fun with this. Hope you enjoy it! Tysm for the asks babes💕
-mod C
You sat at the counter in your shared space with Adam, your hands tightly folded together, and your eyes focused on nothing in particular. It had only been a week since a meeting was held with Lucifer, the king of hell himself, and you were set to take Adams' place.
The 'king' wasn't nearly as intimidating as many stories would hold you to believe. It was a pleasant surprise. He was clean, polite, rather sweet. Though of course, he held a rather tense, uncomfortable atmosphere within your angelic presence. Regardless, one thing led to another, and-
You cheated on your husband.
With the same man both his past wives had cheated on him for.
You groaned, your hands tightly gripped fistfuls of your hair, tugging it in frustration. How could you be so foolish? So careless? How could you do that to your husband? How could you do such an awful, wretched thing,, yet crave the demon again. Something about Lucifers gentle touches stirred something deep within you, a burning heat, a passion.
One you felt when youd greeted Adam at the gates of heaven oh so long ago. One that flickered out and died in ti-
You slammed your fist against the counter, how could you even fathom such things? The guilt was crushing. It festered in you, made you tense and uncomfortable. You felt horrible. You were MADE to be Adams wife, for the rest of eternity. How could you fail at such a task-
No. It wasnt your fault, Adam had failed as a husband- always boasting and bragging, always picking at you like a god damn hyena, always pushing your buttons. No- nonono. You didnt mean it- or-
With a slam you were oh so rudely jerked from your thoughts, only now had you realized your palms were sweating. You looked to the source of the sound, only to see that Adam had just arrived home with a loud groan, wandering his way over to the sofa and practically throwing himself on it.
You stared for a moment, as if your usual greeting to him couldnt make it past your tongue. Before he spoke instead, peering up at you from the couch,
"You must be as fuckin' bummed as i am. Let me tell ya about this fuckin prick who thought-"
he began his usual rambles, you sighed quietly, what youd once admired and wouldve killed to listen to was now nothing but irritating to you.
He paused mid-sentence, as if had caught on to you not listening to a god damn thing he said. With that the other angel pulled himself off of the sofa lazily, briefly stretching his wings as he made his way to you, standing behind the bar stool you sat on, resting his chin on your shoulder softly,
"Or.. you could tell me how your day was, babe?" He suggested softly, looking to you with such tenderness.
This wasnt common for him- he mustve noticed something was bothering you.
As you stared down at the angel, your heart practically curled in on itself, a crashing wave of guilt consuming you yet again following adams tender gestures. You melted back against his touch, to which he responded to by raising both of his hands to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them gently.
You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldnt muster proper words, explanation. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to so badly, but you knew your entire life would crumble following it. So you couldnt, drawing back a bit before finally speaking in a shakey voice,
"It was.. stressful. Thats all, nothing special, just-" you paused as if short on words. "Just one of those days." You sighed, your eyes trailing back to the counter in silence.
Adam remained quiet for a moment, his form unmoving against you, before he nodded softly against your shoulder, tilting his head against yours.
".. i can make dinner tonight yknow-" he stuttered, apparently nervous now.
That put you on edge though- hed never offered to make dinner unless you were sick or working, mostly because he was dog shit at cooking and it was practically inedible. did he know? Was he trying to guilt it out of you?
You furrowed your brows in deep frustration, before huffing softly and rising from your seat to make something for the two of you to eat. He frowned softly, simply leaning against the stool you once sat in as he watched you.
"Anything.. on your mind?" He muttered, messing with his hands.
You tensed, peering over your shoulder at him, trying to find something, hurt? Some kind of anger? Yet you found none of which. Just your concerned husband. Seemingly.
You stumbled to the counter, leaning against it, your eyes fixed on the surface. "I,," you began, only to curse softly to yourself at your own lack of words.
"I fucked up."
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Gettin a bit long! Cutting it here! If anyone wants a continuation though just drop an ask! <33
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dancingdevildemon · 2 months
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@hcllsraiscd for THE ANGST.
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There she was just standing in the doorframe of his office. The pen he was writing with so quickly stopped on a dime. The golden ink setting on the page much like his own heart had stopped beating for a moment. A memory of her image back in the garden flashing in his eyes. He broke his line of sight of her.
Looking at her felt like swallow nails. Felt like someone was stabbing him in the gut. There was reason he never came to meeting with hell when she was said to be there with her new...HUSBAND. He didn't want to see her or perhaps it was more he didn't know what to say to her. That was a lie. A lie he had been telling himself.
He went back to his paper work no longer even acting like she was there. He began to clear his throat to speak trying his best to push any image of her out of his mind. He could talk to her made up in his mind she was different person.
"What do you want? You aren't suppose to be up here." Those words were in a neutral tone. Not hint of emotion in his voice. Cold and distant words as if they would keep her away from him. Keep her at distance in this moment.
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maburito · 2 months
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I KNEW IT!!
I KNEW THIS COMPUTER WAS SKETCHY AS FUCK!!
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localvoidcat · 11 months
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fucked up in the tumblr blog thinking about my own au
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copaganda-clobberfest · 9 months
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I'd like to suggest Hazel from RWBY. His sister died young while at Beacon and he believes that it's the fault of the adults in charge (understandably) and Ozpin in particular, especially after joining Salem and learning about the war. He is then written to fight and try to kill the very hunter children he's trying to protect and especially a twelve year old who was unwillingly possessed by Ozpin's soul.
Also Cinder, enslaved as a child, tortured and abused. Tried to escape by stealing weapons and killing her owners but was convinced to simply train with the Huntsman she tried to steal from until she turned 18 and could apply to an academy. Said Huntsman then did nothing to help her beyond the training and left her enslaved knowing she was being regularly tortured with a shock collar. Didn't do anything until slave owners tried to take away the swords that were her only way to freedom. Killed the slave owner and was found by her mentor huntsman who proceeded to threaten her and say her only options were death or life in prison (or being on the run for the rest of her life but he wasn't going to allow that one). Cinder kills him. All of her actions here are framed as bad and like a point of no return. Then obviously she joins Salem and does all the shit that happens in the show. Word of called a hate sink (funny how both characters who were canon enslaved and tortured are called hate sinks huh if by funny one means disgusting).
Also Hazel is another "scary non-white" who wants positive social change and therefore will kill children.
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digirainebow · 4 months
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INCREDIBLE day for jacoblovers
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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year
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off topic but i just had. an idea
so i was looking at some fnaf animatics, as you do, and i found one that immediately made me think of adam and jonah taunting seth as spirits for some reason-
like. they both died that night and adam somehow convinced jonah that seth was the reason they died and they both haunt his ass-
maybe they even possess cesar at one point to torture him more idk lol
OHHHHH SHIT-
I can imagine that for real, like. Just torment him because they believe he caused their death. Giving him sleep paralysis, shutting doors to make him feel trapped, and just. Slowly making him insane
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stonyponyofficial · 9 months
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gotta make my list of criterion closet picks now with a bunch of intriguing sentence-long reviews so i don't seem like an IDIOT once they actually let me in there for real
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im-tempted · 10 months
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I'm considering making a fundamental social blunder and tank my street cred with my irls
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Bro if we ever get a rwby next!gen, how cool would it be if Blake and Yang's kid meets and trains with an older, survived but weakened Adam post-V6 and doesn't know it's him until they find his old jacket and they realise who he is but Everything's Difference Now and ahhh!
I don't personally care for next-generation or kid-centric fics but you do you
#anon#unofficial adam answers#could be neat to have him as a mentor figure#alright fine my brain is engaging so:#he's just passing through their town after a decade or however long#thinking that he wants to apologize to blake yadda yadda#but when he goes to their place (he asked around to figure out where they live)#they're not home but their kid is#and he panics because he didn't realize they had a kid#so he lies when the kid asks who he is and says he's an old huntsman friend#and this kid is immediately like oooh that's so cool you use a sword like mom#adam's like...kinda#kid wants adam to train them because moms say they're too young for now#(both blake and yang want to preserve the kid's childhood since both of theirs were tainted)#adam realizes he can learn more about them and how they're doing with the kid#so he'll be able to get through his apology hopefully without getting punched into the sun by Yang#so he agrees on the condition that the kid keeps their sessions a secret#with the blatantly obvious lie that showing off those skills could be a super fun surprise when the kid's birthday rolls around#in [insert amount of time you want the fic to span]#and over time the kid (who's overheard their moms talking about adam late at night a few times) puts the pieces together#but says nothing because they're realizing that adam isn't training them for the birthday thing#but because he wants to make up for things and apologize and he doesn't know how to do it properly#so when the reveal happens at the birthday and adam shows up after everyone else has left#the kid defends him (verbally; it wouldn't escalate into a brawl)
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dancingdevildemon · 2 months
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“Give me a second, my wings are aching right now—” — to Adam from Cupid
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"Have clean your wings sweetie? Have you preen in a minute?" He eyeing her now. Self-care was important even if he didn't do it himself.
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thebewilderer · 1 year
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nothing quite like (APPARENTLY?!) the cw show supernatural to get me just as pissed off about christian mythology as i was when i first learned of it as a kid
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theflirtmeister · 5 months
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Hair for the WIP
She drags Adam back by the hair to expose his throat.
Peter runs a hand through his hair, and then flops back against the pillows.
She’s going to have Alison’s hair, but Lawrence’s eyes, and Lawrence can’t believe that she’s his, a daughter.
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frankencanon · 2 years
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im tempted to change my name to Blue Jay [Lastname]
like, im not gunna. but it'd be really cool
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