Hey guys

// Merry Christmas! I hope everyone's festivities and celebrations go well. And sorry for the hiatus to anyone who's still interested in this account-

" Hey, dick suckers! " Look who's back.

Please go show some love to my other account. I will be taking a break from posting on Adam all the time, if you want to see more of my writing - you can find it there.

He's sitting down on a rooftop's edge, obserbing the bustling city beneath him. It's not like it's comfy to be sitting there either, as snow has just started falling. This makes Obata's butt cold. It's certainly not a pleasant feeling. Pushing through that [+]

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It's the 5th-year anniversary of Helluva Boss. Figured I should say a few (maybe many) things about the show, considering the recent impact it had on me and the way I view myself along with the people around me. Yes, all of this because of a silly show about imps killing people.

//Thank you adam-non for posting your reaction image sheet, even if you can't see this :pray:

Adam is sprawled out on his bed, waking up in a cold sweat after his kiss with Striker was flashed in a dream. He can't believe he did that. Going against heavenly law and making out with a MAN. And to make it worse it's an IMP SMUGGLING ANGELIC WEAPONS

// The struggle of trying to write a cool muse when it's a Hazbin Hotel character

📲 "Come ovr"

@slitheringassassin.bsky.social 📲 'u ⬆️?'

Name: Kurapika Kurta Age: 19 Ethnicity: Native/Indigenous "From the Kurta Clan" "Kurapika is the last living member of the Kurta Clan and is seeking revenge against the Phantom Troupe on his mission to recover the stolen scarlet eyes of his clan" (Layout Credit: thestruggler.bsky.social )

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#smilesunday #mudmissile

He's.. Skinny now. Not skinny, but there is deffinitely a lot more visible muscle on The First Man than there ever was before. And that spark in his eyes is back. But something is still very clearly troubling him. And no one shall know what that is but himself.

<[ A cicada has woken up after their long nap. ]> " Sitting there in that tube has made me hungry, and you look like a delicious snack ... "

Pinches the bridge of his nonexistent nose, sighs deeply. — Yes, Adam, I was born gay. —

He's lost a significant amount of weight over the past few months (in rp). It's kind of weird looking at him now thanks to the visual of his gut being non-existant.

Haven't gotten the chance to RP with more than one person on a consistent basis here @bloodredradio.bsky.social @slitheringassassin.bsky.social @thegalacticanomaly.bsky.social So I'll just tag the three accounts of my lover :^3

// First attempt at my own banner. I wasn't going for anything crazy, and I'm proud of how clean it looks

// Good mornimg!

@slitheringassassin.bsky.social has sent @daddydickmaster.bsky.social a delivery! "Ey big guy, you've been working hard. Have a cheat day or some shit idk."

—— @daddydickmaster.bsky.social —— Thank you for following. ❤️

It goes to voicemail. The auto-response is outdated, being from when Adam first got his hands on the device. 'HEY BITCH! IF YOU'RE HEARING THIS THEN IM TOO BUSY FUCKIN TO RESPOND-' It then turns into incoherent noise before a loud beep cuts it short.

" I'm.. fine, I guess? Goin' home after a painfully long training session with my boy- trainer." Adam's trance broke and his mouth curved into a shit-eating grin, he seems to think that his save right there was genius.

" Adam. I am, or was, one of the two grand generals of Heavenly Armed Forces. I was forced to take an indeffinite paid leave by Serafim thanks to that shitty battle I had in the Pride Ring. " He sighed before sighing bitterly, his gaze becoming lost in thought again.

Adam draws his flaming blade, observing it's.. fieryness. The flames have gotten weaker. It wouldn't be that much of a concern had the flames not been regulated by the--albeit corrupt--purity in one's heart. He quickly sheathes the weapond as a single drop of sweat rolls down his face.

He's in his quarters staring at the mask he wore at the siege of hell's Happy Hotel. His stare is damp, lost in a sea of memories and strong feelings. Adam has changed so much since that day, yet he's barely changed at all. He likes to think that way. Shit makes him feel smart.

Stolen interaction bait.

" Sure. Spit. " Deon caught him in the middle of going home after a training session.

Sprawled out on the couch. Tired.

📲'then stop staring lol' He responded rather quickly. Oh boy. ~

The almost immediate response tells him enough. Type type type type type. 📲: 'Or wut' 'Cant handle mankindz first hot piece of ass lol'

Waking up after a mid-day nap is something that Ogata has come to expect. Sleeping on the job is a core part of the working process, believe it or not. His eyelids flicker to life like a pair of wings belonging to a bug.

Sprawled out on the couch. Tired.

The First Man is sizing himself up in the mirror. Striker's training methods, while harsh and uncomfy, were paying off. He's lost a significant amount of weight and stopped feeling likd shit all the time. But since he's training with Striker, he has to keep his athletic gains a secret [+]

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// Good morning! I greet you all on this morning with a piece of art that I nabbed from Pinterest.

So you bullied someone off of the platform over an eyeroll emoji

You attacked someone with schizophrenia over the guy playing a teenager in a lewd portrayal?

Despite his usually lazy and pompous attitude, Adam actually crawls after the assassin. Slowly. Very slowly. He fell over. He got back up, nevermind.

// Sigh,, if only it was the same Adam.