Twice cursed Milligan

ooc

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 14:04:49 -0400

Hey guys, I’m leaving you for a few days, off to Rome. I’ll try to find some wi-fi asap.

Gonna miss you, Kitt~

//ooc

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 15:54:57 -0400

Sorry for being a little inactive lately but I still need to figure my schedule out with school being a bitch and work. I have a very important presentation in a few days that will count for my exams, and a practical assignment after that, but I’ll try to be active asap.

Clong you all,

-Kitt.

rock-n-roll-metallicar: dearjimwouldyoufixitforme: “Right behind you.” Sam called as he closed his...

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 17:40:12 -0400

rock-n-roll-metallicar:

dearjimwouldyoufixitforme:

“Right behind you.” Sam called as he closed his car door and began walking up to the room. “What’s going… On.” Sam tightened his grip on the shotgun but didn’t point it at anything. Dean had asked him to come, with weapons, but he didn’t know if they were needed. Adam is out from the cage, so far with no side effects? Like. Hell. “Everything okay?” he asked as normally as he could.

Dean quickly turned away, making sure his eyes were normal and downed his drink before greeting Sam. “Hey there Sammy…” Dean smiled nervously.

“Hey Sam” Adam said before he looked at the shotgun, moving out of the way before he walked to the fridge, putting the Jack Daniels in it. He grabbed the bread and started making a sandwich for himself while keeping an eye on them.

rock-n-roll-metallicar: thesecondwinchester: Sam took his shotgun and a few knives, along with the...

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 17:19:00 -0400

rock-n-roll-metallicar:

thesecondwinchester:

Sam took his shotgun and a few knives, along with the gun packed in the back of his jeans.

To Dean: see you in 10

Dean waited, completely on edge. Why did he tell Sam to bring weapons? Hell…one look at his eyes and Sammy would probably flip. This would be interesting…

Adam had ran to the store to get some snacks he wanted. After receiving Dean’s texts he also grabbed a few bottles of Jack Daniels. He didn’t think it was a good idea right now, but he didn’t want to aggravate his older (half-)brother. He paid for it before he quickly jogged back to the motel. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, minding the wards. “Is Sam here already?” he asked.

One now, the rest later. -DW

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 17:04:35 -0400

Fine. -Adam M.

Jack Daniels. A lot. -DW

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 17:02:33 -0400

You sure that is a good idea right now? -Adam M.

I need you to come over...I'm telling Sam everything. -DW

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 16:59:56 -0400

I’ll be there in fifteen. Do I need to bring anything from the store? -Adam M.

[text to adam m.]

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 13:59:00 -0400

antiantichrist:

“I never really got what that meant,” Adam mused. “Best I could come up with was to drop ice cubes down the back of somebody’s shirt. That’s cold revenge.” He grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, I’m sure. You’re safe, don’t worry.” Adam quickly pressed a kiss to the other Adam’s cheek, as if he was ‘proving’ it. He wasn’t exactly good at this sort of thing, though. He knew Adam was teasing - he just wanted to make sure.

“I’m mentally an adult too. Try me.” Adam frowned when the other Adam untangled from him and thought for a second. “I think if Dean’s any way like he is with the rest of his stuff, he’ll kill me if I drink his beer. So no on that. Just make me some tea, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Adam shuddered at the thought. “That’s devious man.” He rolled his eyes. He tried to hide his smile by turning to the minibar in the room. “I’m sure that if you cheated at me, Dean would come after you with salt and shotguns.” Adam realized what he was saying and sighed. ‘Or torture instruments’ he thought to himself.

“That’s why you keep bombarding this one guy with candy” Adam teased. He rolled his eyes. “I doubt he’ll be protective over his beer” he muttered. He grabbed the kettle, checked if it was remotely clean and put it on the stove to boil some water while he made coffee for himself. “I don’t know what kind of flavors of tea we have.”

mycroftclongscake: Twice cursed Milligan: Investigating Adam mycroftclongscake: Mycroft was going...

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 13:00:05 -0400

mycroftclongscake:

Twice cursed Milligan: Investigating Adam

mycroftclongscake:

Mycroft was going through some files when Adam entered the room. It took him a while to realize he entered. Mycroft got up from his chair, and smiling, he went to greet his guest.

“Mr, Milligan! It’s so nice to finally meet you”, Mycroft shook his hand. “You probably…

Mycroft decided to leave the question unanswered for the moment. “Of course we do”, He answered shortly. “How do you drink it?”

Adam frowned, watching the man warily. “With two sugars, usually.” He crossed his arms. “How do you know my name, mr. Holmes? And why am I here?” It was all a bit…godfather, he thought.

ooc// all behold Sammoose Snailchester

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 14:24:30 -0400

ooc// all behold Sammoose Snailchester

[text to adam m.]

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 13:43:09 -0400

antiantichrist:

“Cause it was revenge. Duh.” Adam stuck out his tongue. Admittedly, he wasn’t very good at the whole ‘revenge’ thing either. He’d only seen Kill Bill once and he was pretty sure that what he was doing wasn’t exactly the way to do it. This, though, was, he thought as he tackled Adam. “I dunno,” he mused, resting his chin on Adam’s shoulder. “Some of them are pretty tough.”

“I am an adult,” he insisted, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m twenty-two, Adam.” He thought for a second, looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah, sure. What d’you have?”

“Well, you know what they say, revenge is best served cold.” Adam rolled his eyes before he was tackled. He wrapped his arms around the other, chuckling. “You sure I shouldn’t be jealous?” he asked with a small smile.

“Well, Nightwing was mentallyan adult” he teased. Adam decided to wait to untangle himself until the other had picked. “Coffee, I’m sure we have a teabag somewhere, Dean has some beers in the minibar.”

get me haunt me invite me quiet me unbind me value me zip me THIS SHOULD KEEP U BUSY FOR A WHILE

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 20:37:00 -0400

Get me.

Sometimes Adam wonders what is wrong. Hooking up with an antichrist. Antichrist seems to be almost a synonym for trouble magnet. Sometimes, he really gets himself in stupid situations. Adam stopped asking how he ended up in those a long time ago.

Adam moves through the stairwell, rounding every corner with caution. Demons, he could understand. They were the devil’s cronies.

But this? This is ridiculous.

Adam knocks on the door, his hand on the gun. He’s Michael’s vessel and may be seen as a threat. The door opens, reveals a crazy redhead. Behind her he can see John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John sing to each other that they want each other, dancing in a playhouse.

“I’ll murder you” he threatens as he follows the angel inside the house. It seems he has been too late; he knows this is the ending of the movie. “I’ll murder you if you sing this.”

He is greeted by a grin and Adam immediately knows he shouldn’t have said that. He isn’t sure who he was trying to save here, but his best bet is his own sanity.

Haunt me.

They’d come to an uneasy agreement. Both of them doubted it would last long after the whole problem was solved.

“You know” Anna said, “they actually look happy.”

“They do” he grudgingly admitted. His fallen sister had relinquished her vessel for a moment, watching the two blonde Adams from afar with the archangel that once was her brother, her leader. Her Grace thrummed with weariness, and if she’d had a body it would be tense.

He focused on them too. He’d been monitoring his vessel more often, lately. Without the antichrist near, Adam seemed to worry more. Even with the antichrist in his room, he was tense, radiated worry, but less so.

“Why?” Michael asked. He was a warrior. He had known love, but it was different from what their Father’s last creations experienced.

Anna’s Grace did the equivalent of shrugging. “I guess he feels more at ease when he can see he’s not hurt.” Michael didn’t understand it. Being together might possibly make them even more of a target. Didn’t mean they were safe. The Archangel voiced his opinions. “It’s like what they say about Inception, I guess.”

Michael tilted his head, demanding her to explain. The younger –fallen- angel’s Grace echoed with laughter.

“I forgot, angels don’t know pop culture.” She chuckled. “What was it again? The train doesn’t matter because you’ll be together.”

Together. Michael, who always saw the impending battles, understood that a whole lot better. It was easier to face foes together, he reasoned.

Far below, two Adams were poking each other in the ribs, talked about cars, about crazy gingers and prom, unaware of two celestial beings who didn’t understand each other –or popculture- were discussing them.

Invite me.

Adam was researching. At first. Two hours ago. In two hours, he could probably have done a lot. If he hadn’t gotten that text. But he’s been stuck on this case for a few days now, and his brothers are no help and Michael is a no-show. He figured he deserved some free time.

“Well if you can do the first Lair in under eight” he challenged over the voice chat while he kept ramming the shift button, cursing loudly as his counter failed –he never succeeded in counters, never- and the Courtisane, of all characters, kill his black-clad Doctore.

There was strange sound coming from his boyfriend’s side of the chat before it was closed, and the Footpad disappeared from the game. Adam frowned, texted –and after half an hour called- but no reply. He was worried and shrugged on his jacket. He opened the door and, of course, walked straight into the other Adam.

He rolled his eyes. Of course, he could’ve expected this. Adam should really, really start filtering his words. On the other hand, he doesn’t quite mind this as he drags his boyfriend over the doorstep, careful of the wards.

“You were worried ‘bout me.”

“Jackass.”

“Asshole.”

Quiet me.

He is staring at the ceiling when Adam suddenly starts screaming next to him. He flips on the light next to his bed, so glad Dean decided to get a room with Sammy so he wouldn’t have him on their asses about the nightmares.

“Adam” he says softly, but firmly, like his mother used to do. She’s his only example in these kind of situations, because no one else ever has calmed him down from nightmares. “Wake up, it’s just a dream.” Bleary blue eyes blink open and Adam wraps his arms around his boyfriend.

He kisses him softly, trying to calm him down and bring him back to the real world. He has been dealing with nightmares for years now, often not nightmares but memories. He’s both glad and jealous that he can help Adam out.

Whatever he might be feeling, it only makes him more determined to kill the Devil.

Unbind me.

Adam Young, the antichrist, not being fond of knives, is the understatement of the century and Adam Milligan knows it. That doesn’t stop him from grabbing Adam’s hand and making a careful cut in it, despite the other’s protests.

He cleaned the knife on his already stained t-shirt before he started working on the ritual of the counter curse. He poured some oil into the bowl, looking at the black-and-red concoction that smelled very unpleasant.

He grabbed the matches in his pocket, striking one before tossing it into the bowl. It exploded in an eruption of green flames before it died out, the bowl black with ash instead of the weird concoction. Adam turned around. They both coughed.

The curse had been designed to trap the antichrist in one place. Literally in one place, as he couldn’t move his feet anymore. It had taken him two days to find some sort of counter ritual and one more to find all the ingredients.

There is a loud crash and Adam turned around to see that his boyfriend has toppled over, after two days of standing upright. Adam figured that a nap couldn’t hurt.

Value me.

It frustrates Adam to no end, that the other Adam just wouldn’t listen to him. Of course he knows that yes, he’s an antichrist and he’s strong and might even be able to take on the devil. But to be honest, Adam Milligan is afraid of losing Adam Young to the Devil.

“We can handle it” is what he says instead. He hasn’t spoken to Sam in a while, and Dean seems to be getting worse –or Adam is more aware to it now he knows, he doesn’t know- so he isn’t even sure himself what ‘we’ he is talking about.

Sometimes he’s afraid he’s alone in this. Sam seems to be off so much, Dean fucked up big time with Jim, he’s clearing up all the messes while protecting Adam. He’s been what, possessed five times in two weeks? That’s a new record, even for him. His boyfriend is about to protest.

“I’m worried about you, okay? And this whole mess, with the devil and Dean and Sam-“ Adam runs his hand through his hair absently, trying to formulate sentences. “It’s fucked up, it’s going to fuck things up and I don’t want you to be fucked up by it, because..”

He can’t quite force himself to meet Adam’s eyes. This is him, trying to tell him he doesn’t want him to become like him; forced into this life, a shade of what he used to be and used to want, ripped to shreds and put back together, screwed over by some angelic cosmic chess-backgammon mix.

Adam figures it’s too early to say it. Sometimes, it takes people years. But he’s not sure they got years, if the world still got years because the devil is out of his cage, and they have no idea how and why. Ever since getting out himself, he’s been trying to make the best of life. No regrets.

So he says it. Three little words.

Zip me.

“An’ what ‘bout vampires?” It is late. Way too late. The bout of nightmares from earlier had passed, apparently. Adam barely sleeps at night; too many nightmare-memories about the Cage. He gave up trying about a year and a half ago. That doesn’t mean he likes noise at this hour of the night.

Or questions.

“D’you ever shut up?” he mutters into his pillow. Besides him, Adam keeps asking questions, either ignoring his question or just not hearing it between his own. Adam sighs and opens his eyes, grabbing his boyfriend and dragging him down for a kiss in order to make him shut up.

Sadly enough for him, it doesn’t work. Adam starts considering chloroform.

[text to adam m.]

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 09:23:14 -0400

antiantichrist:

“No, you get to poke, I get to poke too.” Adam snorted. “We didn’t go to prom or the dances or anythin’. We all just went out t’ get food instead.” He shrugged. “Lookin’ back I kinda regret it, but it’s whatever.” Adam would never say that ginger girls were scary in front of Pepper, though. Pepper was the reason that ginger girls were scary for her. He had a fake tooth replacement to prove it. “Somehow, I think that might be crazy enough t’work.”

“That’s cause I basically am Robin. Or at least Nightwing. Nightwing’s the best.” He shrugged. “I figure askin’ questions is the only way to get smarter. So I do it all the time.”

“I poked once, you did it a second time” he muttered. “Why do you?” Adam considered it, before shaking his head. “Find a ginger crazy enough to date the devil.” He doubted you would find one in the world. No sane person would do that, unless you were masochistic.

“Robin” he decided. “Since Nightwing was an adult.” He shrugged. “Guess you’re right.” He sat up again. “You want something to drink?” Adam asked.

oldskygod: : Here’s Some Drabbles: doku-sama-219: Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a...

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 05:15:50 -0400

oldskygod:

: Here’s Some Drabbles:

doku-sama-219:

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

OOC: sorry guys!

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 17:20:03 -0400

dearjimwouldyoufixitforme:

I know it’s been awhile since I posted. I’ve been so busy getting ready for classes, and looking for a job. -.-

I swear when I find some free time I will! Love y’all!
-jammy

D’aww, miss you. Hope you’ll find some free time. (Almost typed free will instead of free time.)

[text to adam m.]

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 12:10:08 -0400

antiantichrist:

millidam:

antiantichrist:

“‘Cause she’d be being my guardian angel, whatever that entails, an’ watching over my dreams, an’ doing her regular angel stuff at the same time. Multitasking.” He shrugged. It made a lot of sense in Adam’s head. He just hoped it came out in the way he intended it to.

“Normal demons? Somethin’ like…Hellraiser or whatever. Or if the demon felt like bein’ a funny guy, he could call it Temptation. Like…’Let me bring you into…Temptation.’” He snickered, doing his best ‘actual demon’ voice. It sounded a bit like a cartoon villain. “Him, though, he probably named it something stupid, like…Andrea. A regular person name.” He shrugged. “I dunno what gender Crowley’s car is though.”

Adam nodded. “Doubt she does regular angel stuff if she’s a fallen angel” he muttered. Then, he added teasingly; “You trying to replace me with her?” He poked Adam in the side, trying to convey he wasn’t serious about this.

Adam started laughing. “You sound worse than Batman” he told his boyfriend after he managed to get his laughter under control. In his opinion, Batman, especially Bale’s Batman, sounded ridiculous. “You could ask him. Though I guess it would be kind of random after you asked him if he Fell.”

“Do fallen angels not do regular angel st- hey!” He exclaimed as Adam poked him in the ribs, rolling his eyes. “No, why would I do that?” Adam poked his boyfriend in the ribs back, then in the stomach for good measure. “‘Sides, red-heads are scary when you date them. Please don’t ever dye your hair orange or whatever. I like you the way you are.” He grinned up at Adam, hoping he realized he was kidding too - though he did mean it about the dying his hair red thing.

“No, Batman’s voice is like this. The demon voice is like this~” he said, adding different accents for emphasis. Adam, however, was not very good at accents, so they both just sounded like English Batman. “I ask him random questions all the time. I figure he’s been ‘round long enough that he ought to know.”

“I guess they wouldn’t” Adam said, swatting the other’s hands away while laughing. “Why are they scary?” he asked. “Kristin -my date for prom- was a ginger. She wasn’t scary.” Or perhaps she’d been scary in real life, but had the repeat-proms he’d experienced in Heaven made her less in her memory. He didn’t know. “Maybe we should try to get the devil a ginger date.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “You still sound like Robin imitating Batman” he commented. He rolled his eyes. Adam asking random questions didn’t come as a surprise to him. “Sometimes it seems all you do is ask” he teased.

[text to adam m.]

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 15:07:13 -0400

antiantichrist:

“‘Cause she’d be being my guardian angel, whatever that entails, an’ watching over my dreams, an’ doing her regular angel stuff at the same time. Multitasking.” He shrugged. It made a lot of sense in Adam’s head. He just hoped it came out in the way he intended it to.

“Normal demons? Somethin’ like…Hellraiser or whatever. Or if the demon felt like bein’ a funny guy, he could call it Temptation. Like…’Let me bring you into…Temptation.’” He snickered, doing his best ‘actual demon’ voice. It sounded a bit like a cartoon villain. “Him, though, he probably named it something stupid, like…Andrea. A regular person name.” He shrugged. “I dunno what gender Crowley’s car is though.”

Adam nodded. “Doubt she does regular angel stuff if she’s a fallen angel” he muttered. Then, he added teasingly; “You trying to replace me with her?” He poked Adam in the side, trying to convey he wasn’t serious about this.

Adam started laughing. “You sound worse than Batman” he told his boyfriend after he managed to get his laughter under control. In his opinion, Batman, especially Bale’s Batman, sounded ridiculous. “You could ask him. Though I guess it would be kind of random after you asked him if he Fell.”

Investigating Adam

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:31:28 -0400

mycroftclongscake:

Mycroft was going through some files when Adam entered the room. It took him a while to realize he entered. Mycroft got up from his chair, and smiling, he went to greet his guest.

“Mr, Milligan! It’s so nice to finally meet you”, Mycroft shook his hand. “You probably don’t know who I am. I am Mycroft Holmes. Would you like some tea?”

Adam decided that was kind of creepy. That the guy knew his name. He absently shook his hand, taking the man in. He seemed very human, but then again he’d met demons who had become very good at acting human. “How do you know my name?” he asked, followed by; “Do you have coffee too?”

Investigating Adam

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:16:44 -0400

mycroftclongscake:

The driver was surprised with the cheeky passenger, but didn’t want to cause a fight with him. He got to the driver’s seat and drove away. what is it about this man that made Mr. Holmes so interested? Should he ask? Small talks were not a part of the job, but he was curious. That’s a shame.

As they arrived the driver once again opened the door to the man and showed him to the building where he was told to remain silent until told otherwise. He wished him a good day, before driving to fill his other tasks.

Adam stared at the building, taking it in. It didn’t seemed proofed against anything supernatural, neither demon or angel, but that didn’t have to mean a thing. Making sure he could grab his gun if he needed it, he stepped inside, trying to find his way.

Adam frowned, seeing some men sitting in something that seemed to be the sitting room. One pointed at a door, and Adam shrugged and opened the door, checking for anything suspicious inside.

mycroftclongscake: “I would recommend you not to get to that situation”, the driver said, in quite...

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:04:44 -0400

mycroftclongscake:

“I would recommend you not to get to that situation”, the driver said, in quite a rush. He was running late and getting soaked with the rain. Not his cup of tea. Thinking on which. “In the meanwhile you are only invited for a friendly afternoon tea, and a safety from the rain. I wouldn’t do something stupid that will get me enemies, if I were you.”

Adam eyed the man warily as he sat down in the car. Friendly afternoon tea didn’t seem like the devil’s cup of tea, pun not intended -if anything, Adam thought, the devil’s cup of tea was probably blood flavored. Adam figured he had enough enemies as it was already. “Fine, but not for long. More things to do” he muttered.