Frothy

I’m always trying to add more to my playlists for him!

I'm so glad you asked me this!

I don't usually listen to anything when I'm writing because my little brain gets confused but I do listen to a lot of music in the shower, and depending on the song, I'll picture different scenarios (mainly with Adam because I'm weak).

An artist that I've always thought is perfect for Adam is Hozier. His songs From Eden, Francesca, De Shelby part 2 and First Light. There's more but I'm at work and can't go through all of the songs- another artist is Twenty One Pilots. Drag Path, and The Line are great mood setters 😂

But honestly, no matter what I listen to I can picture Adam. Like Miley Cyrus, Chappell Roan- I can picture either mascfem Adam or female!Adam just STRUTTING. It's probably a mental problem at this point.

it was empty. the robes fluttered to the ground in a heap, as though they had only been strung aloft by a lively child running around playing pretend who had grown bored.

there is nothing inside. the question is, how long has it been empty?

Oh!! That’s so haunting!

Then who was pulling the strings? Who lent their voice to this ghostly automaton? Was Adam ever really there? What happened to the man who’d spent his whole life making sure humanity survived outside of Eden?

The absence of the man leaves more questions than answers in its wake.

Maybe the real Adam is wherever Eve really is, living an afterlife far away from the duties of Heaven and Hell. Probably somewhere in the hidden in the misty forests of purgatory where all animal souls rest before they’re reincarnated into new bodies with different hopes and dreams that help their souls grow.

This Adam rests on simple couch, watching a fuzzy picture on an old box TV that just barely gets signal from Hell or Heaven depending on the weather. He’s all tuckered out from a quiet day of gathering local foods from plants long gone from Earth but too stubborn to gently sink back into the river of energy that all things are born from and will eventually return. Until the cycle starts again, that is.

Eve is making dinner in the kitchen they both built. It’s her turn to cook tonight, a deal they both happily deviate from when they feel like making meals together. She’s humming a song she made for her children while she works, glancing over the kitchen island to smile at Adam when she catches him doing the same.

Basically Adam had just sort of... withered away.

You know how parents treat their oldest kids differently than the younger ones? Thats the angels with Adam, whenever he expressed discontent they got highkey offended like "what do you mean this isnt perfect its literally heaven" and "we're keeping a roof over your head and putting food on the table isnt that enough" like minimal support.

Sure when newer generations of humans arrived and brought with them ptsd and therapy the angels accommodated them, but Adam was different. Always so self-sufficient, doesn't need much, all he wants is food, music and women.

And when Adam started noticing that parts of his body were crumbling to dust, bringing his condition to the angels attention was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead he covered up, even when his face turned to chaff in the wind, lest he be blamed and scorned for something out of his control.

So.. where did he could when the mask finally broke? That’s such a good metaphor, too. As the oldest of several children I resonate with that so well.

Did anyone ever notice he wasn’t truly there anymore? Surely there were signs, right? Like hugging him had no warmth or if you ever pressed your ear to his chest there was never any heart beat? … oh god, the possibilities.

I think that would be more of a hindsight thing, his kids would look back on their few interactions and notice how he didn't really touch them much, he never actually fucked as much as he claimed.

Adam had built a one dimensional persona that was exceptional at pushing people away. Grating to the point that most wouldn't bother for a second approach. Obnoxious enough that Sera wouldn't pry.

I can totally see him being treated differently, like he’s either one step away from shattering or he’s not even a real person anymore. I wonder if anyone would even try to help him or if he’s too far gone to be helped now that he doesn’t have a body, but I know some things just can’t be fixed.

Theres so many people who hate themselves and feel like they're past the point of no return but you can't just give up on people! Even doctors will try every option available to make sure a person survives, and if death is assured then they'll at least try to make their final days as painless and comfortable as possible.

It's like when a villain or an antagonist has just been a huge piece of shit, committed atrocities or abuse, and at the end of their arc they realize they're the bad guy and they sacrifice themselves because thats the greatest good they can perform. (Shadow Weaver from She Ra)

They did too much bad and can never even begin to atone for their sins, all they can do is give their victims closure, the knowledge that they were right, and the bad guy dies. Which is the entire antithesis of Hazbin Hotel, a show about redeeming sinners.

Either the mask is an echo of Adam that needs to be laid to rest, or Adam's consciousness is drifting in limbo while his body eroded away. In one of those states, he is already long gone. In the other, there is hope that with time and great effort, the first man returns to Heaven's shores.

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH BITE!! 😭😭😭

I’m so fucking glad, Bite! I’m so fucking glad you don’t like it because I always wanna believe there’s always hope! That there’s always a chance for someone to learn and love and grow! It’s never too late!

Maybe it’s because I’ve been in therapy for so many years trying so hard to fix myself that I desperately want characters to be able to better themselves, too. I understand that not everyone wants to be better, but I always like that door to be there when they’re ready.

Dude. That’s exactly how we get renegade synths in Fallout 4. I don’t know if you’ve ever played that game, but it’s essentially androids that realize they’ve been created to take the place of a human with those human’s memories. Well, some of them do. Some of them choose to go back into the world with new faces and a memory wipe because the reality of being an android is too heavy. Some of them help liberate other synths like them and become their own people. The existential crisis is real.

it was empty. the robes fluttered to the ground in a heap, as though they had only been strung aloft by a lively child running around playing pretend who had grown bored.

there is nothing inside. the question is, how long has it been empty?

Oh!! That’s so haunting!

Then who was pulling the strings? Who lent their voice to this ghostly automaton? Was Adam ever really there? What happened to the man who’d spent his whole life making sure humanity survived outside of Eden?

The absence of the man leaves more questions than answers in its wake.

Maybe the real Adam is wherever Eve really is, living an afterlife far away from the duties of Heaven and Hell. Probably somewhere in the hidden in the misty forests of purgatory where all animal souls rest before they’re reincarnated into new bodies with different hopes and dreams that help their souls grow.

This Adam rests on simple couch, watching a fuzzy picture on an old box TV that just barely gets signal from Hell or Heaven depending on the weather. He’s all tuckered out from a quiet day of gathering local foods from plants long gone from Earth but too stubborn to gently sink back into the river of energy that all things are born from and will eventually return. Until the cycle starts again, that is.

Eve is making dinner in the kitchen they both built. It’s her turn to cook tonight, a deal they both happily deviate from when they feel like making meals together. She’s humming a song she made for her children while she works, glancing over the kitchen island to smile at Adam when she catches him doing the same.

Basically Adam had just sort of... withered away.

You know how parents treat their oldest kids differently than the younger ones? Thats the angels with Adam, whenever he expressed discontent they got highkey offended like "what do you mean this isnt perfect its literally heaven" and "we're keeping a roof over your head and putting food on the table isnt that enough" like minimal support.

Sure when newer generations of humans arrived and brought with them ptsd and therapy the angels accommodated them, but Adam was different. Always so self-sufficient, doesn't need much, all he wants is food, music and women.

And when Adam started noticing that parts of his body were crumbling to dust, bringing his condition to the angels attention was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead he covered up, even when his face turned to chaff in the wind, lest he be blamed and scorned for something out of his control.

So.. where did he could when the mask finally broke? That’s such a good metaphor, too. As the oldest of several children I resonate with that so well.

Did anyone ever notice he wasn’t truly there anymore? Surely there were signs, right? Like hugging him had no warmth or if you ever pressed your ear to his chest there was never any heart beat? … oh god, the possibilities.

I think that would be more of a hindsight thing, his kids would look back on their few interactions and notice how he didn't really touch them much, he never actually fucked as much as he claimed.

Adam had built a one dimensional persona that was exceptional at pushing people away. Grating to the point that most wouldn't bother for a second approach. Obnoxious enough that Sera wouldn't pry.

I can totally see him being treated differently, like he’s either one step away from shattering or he’s not even a real person anymore. I wonder if anyone would even try to help him or if he’s too far gone to be helped now that he doesn’t have a body, but I know some things just can’t be fixed.

There we go.

There we go.

it was empty. the robes fluttered to the ground in a heap, as though they had only been strung aloft by a lively child running around playing pretend who had grown bored.

there is nothing inside. the question is, how long has it been empty?

Oh!! That’s so haunting!

Then who was pulling the strings? Who lent their voice to this ghostly automaton? Was Adam ever really there? What happened to the man who’d spent his whole life making sure humanity survived outside of Eden?

The absence of the man leaves more questions than answers in its wake.

Maybe the real Adam is wherever Eve really is, living an afterlife far away from the duties of Heaven and Hell. Probably somewhere in the hidden in the misty forests of purgatory where all animal souls rest before they’re reincarnated into new bodies with different hopes and dreams that help their souls grow.

This Adam rests on simple couch, watching a fuzzy picture on an old box TV that just barely gets signal from Hell or Heaven depending on the weather. He’s all tuckered out from a quiet day of gathering local foods from plants long gone from Earth but too stubborn to gently sink back into the river of energy that all things are born from and will eventually return. Until the cycle starts again, that is.

Eve is making dinner in the kitchen they both built. It’s her turn to cook tonight, a deal they both happily deviate from when they feel like making meals together. She’s humming a song she made for her children while she works, glancing over the kitchen island to smile at Adam when she catches him doing the same.

Basically Adam had just sort of... withered away.

You know how parents treat their oldest kids differently than the younger ones? Thats the angels with Adam, whenever he expressed discontent they got highkey offended like "what do you mean this isnt perfect its literally heaven" and "we're keeping a roof over your head and putting food on the table isnt that enough" like minimal support.

Sure when newer generations of humans arrived and brought with them ptsd and therapy the angels accommodated them, but Adam was different. Always so self-sufficient, doesn't need much, all he wants is food, music and women.

And when Adam started noticing that parts of his body were crumbling to dust, bringing his condition to the angels attention was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead he covered up, even when his face turned to chaff in the wind, lest he be blamed and scorned for something out of his control.

So.. where did he could when the mask finally broke? That’s such a good metaphor, too. As the oldest of several children I resonate with that so well.

Did anyone ever notice he wasn’t truly there anymore? Surely there were signs, right? Like hugging him had no warmth or if you ever pressed your ear to his chest there was never any heart beat? … oh god, the possibilities.