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Not to be dramatic, whoever ( affectionately ) nicknames Lute ‘Pidge’ & lives to see the day probably has celestial-grade plot armor

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You may like that guy but I like him in a worse and more perverted way than you

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I've been weaving Archangel Michael into Lute’s lore for some time now, [ behind the scenes since he does play an integral part in Lute's entire... yeah, ] without fully grasping the ramifications of it — particularly in the context of her intimate, romantic & emotionally vulnerable bond with him. See, initially I was operating under the assumption that Michael & Adam were facets of the same entity, or at least spiritually synonymous. But I'm now coming to realize that, this potentially opens the door to conflicting dynamics ( especially if she is still made from solely Adam's rib ) & even moreso in portrayals where Michael & Lucifer are framed as brothers. This could all mean very different things depending on how those relationships are portrayed,

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Me, knee-deep in my billionth meta analysis, 87 tabs open on religious symbolism, slowly looking up to the abyss: How did I get here...

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jenny holzer x helmut lang

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I want you all to know that this is actually me when we talk ships & angst,

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I don't know who the paintings are by, unfortunately

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Forever obsessed with the idea of integrating more biblical horror & uncanny theology into Lute’s storylines ( as I’ve mentioned before ). Her body may serve Heaven, but she is, by construction, a damned construct wrapped in borrowed grace [ to recap: this is why holy weaponry kills Exorcists ] Because of this, Lute can’t fall; she’s already damned, but in a controlled format. If anything were to sever that control, she wouldn’t descend; she’d stall. A liminal, purgatorial malfunction. I imagine a state of divine limbo; unclaimed by both Heaven & Hell. She cannot rest or be recycled, can never truly die. In her unholy pursuit to find Adam’s afterstate [ whatever plane or void he now inhabits, if he inhabits any at all ] she’d be damned to wander the Earth like scripture gone sour. A ghost caught between sacred coding & spiritual decay: whistling warnings through dead fields, haunting church pews, reciting corrupted prayers in a distorted voice. She'd be glitch in the afterlife; a parable that never ends,

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Good morning everyone! Why don't you go ahead & give this post a big ol' HEART [ or comment ] for a short-to-medium length starter from Lute <3

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Following the failure of First Generation Exorcist units, Lute was subjected to a closed, intensive, divine-engineered program designed to recondition her behavior & instill combat proficiency through repeated execution & reset. Each instance of hesitation, miscalculation, or lack of sufficient combat skill resulted in her being fatally wounded with angelic weaponry [ brought to the threshold of death ] followed by a full-body reset; the resets themselves were no correction… they merely restored her physical form, leaving it entirely up to her to recognize the mistake & adjust her response in the next cycle. This was repeated until she executed the scenario without error, & these near-fatal blows were as clean or as brutal as her trainers deemed necessary [ deliberately carried out as part of a systematic feedback protocol intended to eliminate hesitation & condition instinctual compliance, ] Her memories of each near-death experience were fully retained, since carrying them forward was essential to the learning process; she remained consciously aware of each failure, forced to adapt under pressure,

As a result, she now exhibits a persistent physiological phenomenon in which her body responds involuntarily to stimuli that correspond to past triggers, such as: joint locking, sensory disruption, localized bleeding, & endocrine irregularities with no apparent cause; these responses are embedded residues at the neurological & cellular level. While Lute is considered stable & fully operational, these residuals remain permanently embedded in her system; fortunately, they do not impair her performance out on the field. The phenomenon is absent in the Second Generation, whose stable models were built only after Lute’s corrected design,

Her physical reconstructions were consistent, but not without consequence. Medical scans would reveal a dense accumulation of microfractures across the skull, spine, & long bones [ evidence of high-impact terminations sustained during training ] Although her regenerative systems closed each injury seamlessly, the stress signature remains embedded in the tissue. Bone density irregularities & scar traces along major joint lines from repeated blunt trauma & consistent with close-combat failure. Lute’s body still reacts to stress as though it is back in that training environment, & under certain conditions [ specific light levels, tones, or even command phrasing ] she exhibits involuntary muscle tension, autonomic spikes, or dissociative micro delays, despite no active threat,

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHERE IS GLITTER IN THE AIR,ㅤ[ though, it doesn’t catch the light so much as it chokes it ] & the whole district reeks of desperation powdered over with cherry-syrup perfume & cheap cologne, a kind of saccharine decay that clings to everything like static ( — like memory, ) Lute stands at the threshold of an alley dressed in neon rot; signage flickers like failed halos & the walls glisten with graffiti older than sin. Somewhere in the haze ahead, a laugh curls upward, high & sharp & sweet as a razor dipped in sugar. She knows the voice… she’s been tracking the sound of it for weeks; not through Hell’s bureaucracy [ fuck them, ] which has no record of him worth a damn, but through the scent & stain of his sin,

The soldier steps forward, though her boots don’t make a sound. The filth parts around her like breath before a scalpel; she isn’t wearing her Exorcist garb — not exactly. Heaven didn’t dispatch her for this; no one gave the order. She came on her own: wrapped in a high-collar jacket, black & silver, bandages around her wrists like half-unraveled bindings. But the blade’s still there, hidden behind her spine & her eyes still shine that untouchable gold beneath the streetlamp haze. Lute doesn’t want him to run [ not yet; ] The sinner is exactly where her intel said he’d be: propped up on a velvet chaise dragged onto a rooftop, bathed in blue light, legs crossed like he owns the sky. She watches for a moment longer than is appropriate; long enough to taste the shape of him: all swagger & scabbed-over grace. There's something in the cadence of his movement that reminds her of spilled blood — the slow spill of something holy leaking out. She scrunches her nose in disgust before clearing out her throat, already measuring how many bones it will take to make him understand she’s not here to bluff, “You move like you’ve never been hunted,” voice is low & clear, “That’s either bold, or stupid. Maybe both,” a pause, “You have something on you. Something that's mine; I’m going to need it back,”ㅤ/ㅤ@spidersins !

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PSA: LET'S DO SOME PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS!

Listen, there's only so many times you can make a starter where a character goes 'whoa who the heck are you' before you lose your mind. Sometimes we just want to cut to the chase-- Not saying that every muse relationship needs to be year-long friendships, but we can also skip some casual formalities and assume things.

You are always free to come into my askbox, IMs-- Whatever, to ask me if it's okay for two or more muses to know each other for upcoming interactions. Heck, send me an ask, in character with this in mind, and I'll probably go with the flow! Communication is key, but if you want to trim some of the 'fat' when it comes to some interactions, feel free to communicate with me to double check if you're uncertain if something is alright.

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DEXTER SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE)

Lines taken from 2x01-2x06 of the show Dexter. Feel free to change pronouns or edit in any way to better fit your needs. Here is part two.

❛ It’s not what I want, for what I want doesn’t matter. This is the only way I know how to survive. ❜

❛ I really need… to kill somebody. ❜

❛ You’re in control of your urges, not the other way around. ❜

❛ Can we please secure this motherfucking crime scene ? ❜

❛ It’s not him that you miss. Because what he had to offer wasn’t real. The way he made you feel about yourself…That was real. ❜

❛ I’m just trying to figure out some way to feel alive! ❜

❛ This stuff never gets to you? ❜

❛ I’m more of a crying on the inside kind of guy. ❜

❛ This neighborhood? It’s full of crazies. I’d lock my doors. ❜

❛ Tons of options: Everglades, alligators, pig farms, sulfuric acid, wood chipper, incinerator. Hell! Even meat pies. ❜

❛ So this is the man who stands between me and death row. ❜

❛ There is no such thing as the perfect crime. Not in my experience anyway. ❜

❛ If I believed in God, if I believed in sin, this is the place where I’d be sucked straight to hell. If I believed in hell. ❜

❛ I’m not so much doing this to you as I’m doing it for me. ❜

❛ Now, it makes sense. That’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like Clark fucking Kent. ❜

❛ If the eyes were a window to the soul, then grief is the door. ❜

❛ I’ve been preparing for this my entire life. ❜

❛ I’m sure someone with a heart could answer that question. ❜

❛ You know those words don’t mean anything, right? ❜

❛ Get used to food references because… I like food. ❜

❛ I go to stalk a killer and I end up with a new car. How did that happen? ❜

❛ Nothing stays buried. ❜

❛ Everyone in that room has heard or lived far worse than anything you’ve ever done. ❜

❛ The worst killers are usually the ones who think their murders were somehow… just. Even deserved. ❜

❛ You just hop from one lie to the next, no shame, no embarrassment, you just don’t give a shit. ❜

❛ You’re lying to yourself if you think you don’t care. ❜

❛ I’m not sure of what I am. I just know there is something dark in me. ❜

❛ Things, people, who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me. ❜

❛ You were right. I’m sorry to wake you up, but I had to let you know that you were right. ❜

❛ In our most paranoid moments, we fear that everyone is talking about us. That’s become my reality. ❜

❛ It makes me feel like the whole world could explode at any moment. ❜

❛ I don’t have a badge. I have a laminate. ❜

❛ You haven’t got the first idea who you are, have you? ❜

❛ You don’t kill this many people because it’s a chore. You do it ‘cause you like it. ❜

❛ I’ve always been good with parents. The key is to simply think of them as aliens from a distant universe. ❜

❛ The last guy I had sex with tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Okay, this is the first time I regret not being a bigger nerd. ❜

❛ He asks you a question, I want you to think of your answer first and then tell him the exact opposite, okay? ❜

❛ You know, I’ve been thinking about you breaking up with me, and, well, I don’t think it’s in your best interest. ❜

❛ There are no absolutes. No one’s all good or evil. ❜

❛ You make yourself into a monster so you no longer bear responsibility for what you do. “I can’t help it. I’m a monster. “Of course I was gonna do that. I’m a monster.” It’s sad and it’s pathetic… And it breaks my heart. ❜

❛ You don’t think there are monsters in this world? You don’t believe people are evil? I’ll show you evil. ❜

❛ For the first time, I feel the future might hold something different for me. It’s possible I’m just fooling myself, but I’m willing to take the risk. ❜

❛ I suddenly find myself weighing the benefits of electrocution versus lethal injection. ❜

❛ Sweet mary, mother of fuck, that’s good! ❜

❛ I never expected to get better. ❜

❛ You think you’re charming, don’t you? ❜

❛ And you’re not the least bit pissed off that this man got away with murder? ❜

❛ Healing is all about focusing your rage on the person that’s hurt you. ❜

❛ I’m not the person I’m supposed to be. It’s like I’m hollow. ❜

❛ I hide in plain sight, unable to reach out to people close to me. I’m afraid I’ll hurt them. Like I’ve hurt so many others. ❜

❛ If you can’t be happy for me, then maybe you shouldn’t be here. ❜

❛ You made me into what I am! ❜

❛ If you turn back now, you’ll go right back to the way you were…hollow, angry, alone. ❜

❛ I will get you through this. I swear. Just come back to me. Okay? ❜

❛ You ran a background check on my boyfriend? ❜

❛ Imagine that… a life with no more secrets. ❜

❛ Everyone has a moment when they realize their value system is different from their parents’. ❜

❛ Rumor has it you have a knack for attracting serial killers. ❜

❛ Sorry if I was short with you this morning. I’m lost without my morning coffee. ❜

❛ I thought you were different than ____, but you’re the same. Actually, you’re worse. You made me trust you. ❜

❛ I have been patient and understanding, but there’s only so much I can take. ❜

❛ What in the name of fuck are you doing up so early? ❜

❛ When I get pissed, I say stuff I don’t mean all the time. “I hate you,” “I faked it,” “You’re hung like a grape.” ❜

❛ Stop being a douche bag and go fight for her. She’s fucking perfect. ❜

❛ I heard what you said. I just don’t take orders from you. ❜

❛ You want to hit me? Go for it. I’ve been waiting for a chance to take your ass out. ❜

❛ Nobody fucking listens to me! ❜

❛ Last time, you came back covered in blood. ❜

❛ Apparently my new life involves a love triangle. ❜

❛ The voices are back. Excellent. ❜

❛ I’ve spent years looking the enemy in the face, and I’m telling you ____ is dangerous. ❜

❛ Chin up little sister, these things have a way of working themselves out. ❜

❛ You attacked those people because you wanted to. ❜

❛ All my life, I’ve done what someone else said I should do, been who he said I should be. I followed his rules, I stuck to his plan. I never stopped to think about what I wanted and what I needed. And now I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. ❜

❛ I will kill you. I have to. I just don’t need to. It’s very empowering. ❜

❛ There was a time I would have done anything to protect ____. I would have even lied. But today I told the truth… even though I knew she’d get hurt. ❜

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Good morning everyone! Why don't you go ahead & give this post a big ol' HEART [ or comment ] for a short-to-medium length starter from Lute <3

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"The king serves as the Queen's throne"

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Following the failure of First Generation Exorcist units, Lute was subjected to a closed, intensive, divine-engineered program designed to recondition her behavior & instill combat proficiency through repeated execution & reset. Each instance of hesitation, miscalculation, or lack of sufficient combat skill resulted in her being fatally wounded with angelic weaponry [ brought to the threshold of death ] followed by a full-body reset; the resets themselves were no correction… they merely restored her physical form, leaving it entirely up to her to recognize the mistake & adjust her response in the next cycle. This was repeated until she executed the scenario without error, & these near-fatal blows were as clean or as brutal as her trainers deemed necessary [ deliberately carried out as part of a systematic feedback protocol intended to eliminate hesitation & condition instinctual compliance, ] Her memories of each near-death experience were fully retained, since carrying them forward was essential to the learning process; she remained consciously aware of each failure, forced to adapt under pressure,

As a result, she now exhibits a persistent physiological phenomenon in which her body responds involuntarily to stimuli that correspond to past triggers, such as: joint locking, sensory disruption, localized bleeding, & endocrine irregularities with no apparent cause; these responses are embedded residues at the neurological & cellular level. While Lute is considered stable & fully operational, these residuals remain permanently embedded in her system; fortunately, they do not impair her performance out on the field. The phenomenon is absent in the Second Generation, whose stable models were built only after Lute’s corrected design,

Her physical reconstructions were consistent, but not without consequence. Medical scans would reveal a dense accumulation of microfractures across the skull, spine, & long bones [ evidence of high-impact terminations sustained during training ] Although her regenerative systems closed each injury seamlessly, the stress signature remains embedded in the tissue. Bone density irregularities & scar traces along major joint lines from repeated blunt trauma & consistent with close-combat failure. Lute’s body still reacts to stress as though it is back in that training environment, & under certain conditions [ specific light levels, tones, or even command phrasing ] she exhibits involuntary muscle tension, autonomic spikes, or dissociative micro delays, despite no active threat,

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You know that feeling when... you’re carrying knowledge you technically shouldn’t have, & you watch everyone around you speculating [ some are even very confident in their takes ], while you just sit there in silence, biting your tongue & twiddling your thumbs, nodding along to people’s theories like