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Once settled in, it's debatable how long it would have taken her to notice him perched overhead in a morning glory-choked bough that seemed to be it's only fortification against his hunkering. Thankfully he's brought a snack along, and each careful crunch of Doritos is telling enough that he's somewhere in the immediate vicinity. Where exactly is revealed with the occasional crumbs that sprinkle her papers like cool ranch flavored pollen.

A few more crunches in, and he's content to confirm her suspicions with the same asinine chirp she knows well enough. "Suuuuup...took you long enough. Thought the portal was tweaking out for a second there. Last time it led to wherever the fuck's under Sera's sink. Pipes leaky as her cunt's personality. Plus a condom collection for somebody that needs an extra-small, apparently."

Talons wiggle as he recalls the details with the nonchalance that indicates he's gotten comfy enough for the both of them if she cares to join in on her usual perch- being his shoulder.

Any attempts to make it into the office today will end in the portal he installed in the door frame to lead to a sun dappled clearing in Eden with several patches of flowers arranged with the touch of a Minecraft expert. Of course the paperwork is still there, but at least the scenery's nice...r.

"..."

It's nice, she supposes. Even with the stack of papers waiting for her, as familiar and predictable as an old lover, always available. But without him, it's just not the same. The caress of the early morning sun is lukewarm, the flowers don't smell as sweet. For a moment, she stands at the seam of the portal, looking left, and then right, half expecting him to pop out of a bush or decend from the skies, as he had on the seventh day of their soul-tying ceremony, but the clearing remains silent and still.

With a soft sigh, she pulls a pen out of her hip clutch and advances deeper into the garden. Better get to work.

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"Abel," Peter called out, his voice filled with warmth as he sat beside Abel, placing a small box on the bench between them. "It’s Valentine's Day down on Earth, and I thought you deserved a gift."

"You are one of Heaven’s kindest souls. If anyone deserves a reminder that they are loved and appreciated, it’s you." Peter smiled as he untied the ribbon, unwrapping the parchment to reveal a beautiful wooden box inlaid with delicate floral carvings. When he lifted the lid, the rich scent of chocolate filled the air—dark, milk, and white pieces arranged neatly, each one crafted with care.

He's just finished tying off another goodie bag with silver ribbon and added it to the overfilled cardboard box beside him once Peter arrives to take the other seat on his left. There sure were a lot of Exorcists to appreciate, but he's certain he's made enough HR care packages for the lot of them, and confidently hopeful that the individual wrappings will dissuade another pizza roll incident. That or he'll have to pump Zeph's stomach again should she inhale over three hundred plastic baggies.

"Oh- there you are! Finally on break? And delivering chocolates on it no less. How selfless ~" A smile and an attempt to swipe a set of straw bangs later, he's produced a similar package- albeit one encased in powder pink cardboard and a thin plastic view of an assortment of baked treats within. "Perfect timing to pick up your share of the flour fever dream of an all nighter I pulled." Swapping parcels seamlessly, he stifles a yawn and playfully bumps shoulders with the other.

"Aw- you! Don't be so sweet or the treats will seem bland."

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Hands behind head and enjoying 96% of the bed's surface area after breeding a slutty Spirit Halloween mannequin. Oh yeeeeeeeeah ~

It was good for him.

When your wake up at seven in the morning cause Adam once again broke into your room , and is fucking a mannequin right next to you and ITS SEVEN IN THE MORNING ADAM WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO MEEE

and now you need to take a scalding hot shower cause you feel utterly disgusting and violated somehow .

Mention: @originemesis

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Didn't you cry like a bitch last Valentine's Day?

"Sounds like something that didn't happen."

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Soo... what's an extra good girl like your lieutenant getting for Valentine's Day? 💘

"-a hard, throbbing dick. And all my paperwork she still has to finish beforehand printed out on some heartsy stationary." Is this his politically incorrect way of saying none of your fucking business? Possibly. Even though that's likely the appetizer of what's in store.

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"...you want bugs in your cunt??" So much for the future of pocket pussies.

"Three words. Pitcher plant pussy."

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@dick-meister xxx

“That’s my baby boy! Sing it for the whole crowed to hear!!! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP MY BOY HAS A SOLO!!!”

When did quietly cooing to himself while baking turn into such an affair-

"... crowd ?!"

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"If you knew-"

"...knew - what the blue birds sing at you? You...would never sing along."

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@timetoprey

Possessive meme)

It’s simple really this person isn’t part of her flock so she’s a threat~

With little fanfare she swoops down and rakes their face with her talons before clawing into their chest for their heart ~

“Threat has been taken care of sir~”

Maybe it's his fault for only ever taking Lute out for lunch because this one doesn't seem to understand the process of exchanging heaven bucks for coffee and a glimpse of jiggle physics courtesy of a uniform missing a button.

Once it dawns on his half asleep awareness that there's fresh blood spatter over the counter and cups as well as an organ offered up in place of his wakey wakey juice, a talon swats at the bridge of his helmet and grinds in with measured impatience.

"Uh...huh. Can you like- aim that away from my latte next time?"

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"Well you're not exactly that interesting to listen to, so that's on you. Have you tried owning a dick?" Of course he's going to have his fun pecking at whatever point she's trying to make because arguments full of holes are his favorite. Holes are the best.

"Anyways ~ there's nothing to know about it because it just doesn't happen. Sorta like the female orgasm. Completely fictional."

Pffbt! Exorcists are like several rungs under the winners hierarchy wise- and you failed at even holding that rank, you no eyed cunt sneeze. - @originemesis

"the hierarchy of Heaven has nothing to do with what I said. What I said was Heaven needs to open its gate for redemption. But apparently you guys don't even know how that works. So of course you'd be afraid of it."

Vaggie ignored the insults. They were infantile anyways. Adam always went for the lowest common denominator.

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"We could easily help each other."

"That's a wild implication - that I need help with whatever the fuck. What ever could you need help with that you'd consider a righteous round of elbow rubbing ~ ?"

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I am once again not normal about the latest chapter of Thank You for the Venom by @deadgirlwalking91

so obviously I had to make fanart of my favourite scene 💜 🥲

[! (OC) Layla belongs to deadgirlwalking91 !]

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"Remind me to never put you two on the PR team."

Who is shitting on Adam's dick? Square up!

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"So do you like- audibly distinguish when you're winking now, or...?"

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"Uh- huh ~ ? Well if you wanted a ticket out of an upcoming extermination, you just might have a formula figured out, girly. Because shitting on those holier than thou cucks that spend more time swallowing my balls than doing their own fucking jobs is a highly valued trait with the low monthly cost of sucking these nuts. So ~ ! Win take."

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"Just said you were cooler than all those other angel fucks, nothing about rides."

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I want to get better at drawing him, so I’m just gonna doodle him more

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mourningstarred

Alright, we have a new theory to put to the test. Spread 'em.

"COME THE FUCK AGAIN??"

You know you probably won't get a ring the right size unless you show Adam what size you wear. I heard fingering someone helps determine circumference.

"Are you saying that he would have an easier time picking out a ring for me if I fingered him?"