⌖ avatar of l̲i̲f̲e̲

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 i 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

[karmicgold]

⟢  𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃  interprets  an  independent  entangled  portrayal  of  ADAM  WARLOCK,  woven  through  the  delicate  threads  of  cosmic  destiny  and  identity.         𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝.          sticks  closely  to  his  comic  roots  and  marvel  rivals  expansion.  unmoored  from  mainstream  marvel  fandom,  safeguarded  within  the  sanctum  of  mutuals.

         𝙄  𝘼𝙈  𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆  —  𝘼𝙉𝘿  𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙎  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀  𝙔𝙊𝙐  𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿  𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇  𝘽𝙀  𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝙏𝙊  𝙔𝙊𝙐  —  𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙁𝙊𝙇𝘿!        

               ⟢   walkman.   my art.   imagery.   edits.   threads.   promo.  

[karmicgold]

Btw, it’s been getting rather stuffy as of late when it comes to inactive followers or I just haven’t interacted as much with in months. I will be clearing out some folks that have been gone for several months or we just lost contact/haven’t interacted at all.

i get weird when it comes to stuff like that, and i feel like my blog feels cluttered.

[gazelessmenagerie]

remind him to invest in a soul-proof cover or armor.. or something.

[karmicgold]

try  as  you  might  ,  no  material  or  object  can  hide  the depths of the soul from  the  warden  of  the  soul  gem  .

[karmicgold]

i  find  it  so  funny  at  the  thought  of  someone  sleeping  with  adam  and  he's  the  brightest  glowing  thing  in  the  room,  and  yet  he's  undisturbed.  just  fully  content  to  be  resting  embracing  bodies.  even  though  he's  a  constant  nightlight.

[karmicgold]

Jeff doesn't know why he cannot have a nap with Adam in the regenerative cosmic cocoon, but he is gonna pout about it. He wants to help his friend be comfy cozy!

adam  combs  fingers  through  his  thick  tresses  of  golden  curls  ,  his  pearled  eyes  shifting  down  upon  the  land  shark  that  awaited  beyond  the  cocoon's  broken  hardened  flesh  .  well  -  this  was  …  awkward  .  had  this  little  creature  been  waiting  for  him  to  emerge  all  this  time  ?  curious  … 

❝  i  hope  i  haven't  kept  you  waiting  long  ,  jeff  .  ❞  adam  comments  ,  drawing  a  blanket  to  pelt  his  golden  naked  musculature  ,  his  feet  now  meeting  the  ground  as  he  stepped  out  of  the  cocoon  .  ❝  …  your  displeasure  does  not  ease  me  .  am  i  missing  something  ?  ❞ 

[karmicgold]

good  evening  my  friends 

[karmicgold]

he's  so  pretty  i  hate  it

[diavl]

it’s in my very nature, after all. an unspoken truth that dies between sealed lips as half-lidded lids come to a drawl close at his tone, unsteadiness of deep rumbles that fluctuate from one’s blackened core below with each smooth & swift flow that radiates from the cosmic being who bestows his presence in private chambers that surrounds them whole. for what does one truly know of life’s greatest mysteries of long reconnaissance & divine privileges into the unknown when one has been rebirthed by the dark forces that hail from the deepest pits that dwells in her vast soul? of smoothing comfort & dearing promises to that of pained torture through false temptation from deceitful lips?

he knows nothing, never will in this lifetime or the next. one must keep the balance sacred between life & death, cosmic & supernatural all in fact. a brief moment of silence hangs still, allowing the vibrations of one’s vocals to reverberate through solid bricked wall until cut short by the clearing of one’s cords. ❛ then do pray, ❜ rasped whisper with playful tones in decorative show, displayed for him & him alone in vulnerable moments that comes & goes between them both. ❛ little one, that I never become one with the cosmos and grasp such a concept for you. ❜

eyelids open once more, half-lidded crimson irises meeting glazed whites as a small tender smile mirrors their own. ❛ fortunate indeed. ❜ a repetition of his words as one lowers their chin downwards from their position, weakened attempt of a tilted (pointed) look in their vision. ❛ & to think that I was going to be punished for such a request soon after your hastily duties to the all-creator. ❜ how generous, indeed, as one is blessed with the acceptance of their request in the form of their momentary decompression in full view. how loving, indeed, the cosmic one is to the temporary one. blessings be with them.

❛ i have. ❜  low, yet firm in tone as gaze of irises maintain their hold & the small smile weakens in tow. curious, how one can be so wrong & right simultaneously to the one whom he has soul-bonded to protect their own. curious, if one still believes in spoken rumors & myth towards his own. the creature of the night doesn’t respond, not yet as swift movement in positions is made beneath soft covers for better access at his pace. sharpen digits are raised towards him, an open invitation if one so hurriedly accepts as eyes darken with rising hunger towards the other.

❛ is that so ? ❜ a feverish whisper. ❛ show me, luceafărul meu. kiss me. ❜

[karmicgold]

golden  phalanges  entangle  themselves  upon  the  covers  that  gowned  the  lord  of  vampires  ,  drawing  it  back  albeit  to  allow  the  warlock  space  ,  compensating  for  the  time  that  was  long  lost  between  them  .  his  eyes  drop  to  the  long  tendrils  splayed  out  before  him  ,  feeling  a  strong  sensation  pulsating  upon  his  aureate  temple  .  the  soul  gem  spasmed  briefly  ,  a  soft  tug  pulling  at  the  callouses  of  adam’s  palms  .  so  firm  he  could  almost  tether  a  semblance  of  a  rope  linking  his  body  to  the  vampire  .  adam  would  hum  ,  deep  and  resonate  as  he  draws  closer  .

❝  straight  to  it  ,  hm  -  ?  ❞  adam  inquired  as  he  lowers  the  covers  over  his  perfectly  sculpted  body  ,  allowing  his  weight  to  press  against  dracula’s  shoulder  at  first  ,  then  came  his  arms  gently  wrapping  around  his  neck  ,  entangling  fingers  further  into  his  scalp  .

adam  takes  a  moment  to  memorize  the  feeling  of  another  living  thing  this  intimately  held  in  his  hands  .  the  feeling  of  a  pulse  ,  even  if  undead  ,  still  pierced  his  finger  pads  .  the  chilling  sensation  of  bronze  and  his  unending  warm  golden  flesh  as  he  caressed  the  shape  of  his  jaw  ,  cheekbones  ,  and  lower  lip  .  his  thumb  hooks  along  dracula’s  lip  and  peeling  enough  to  see  the  white  incisors  that  were  his  fangs  .

❝  ...  hm  -  you  don’t  often  voice  what  you  want  right  away  .  ❞  adam  observed  ,  canting  his  head  softly  .  “  lord  of  vampires  ,  i  really  must  have  made  you  yearn  for  me  .  “  he  cuts  closer  ,  withdrawing  his  thumb  and  pressing  his  lips  against  dracula’s  alas  .  his  lips  meld  against  the  other  ,  his  fingers  now  clutching  clumps  of  black  graying  hair  ,  wanting  to  minimize  as  much  space  as  possible  .

❝  by  thanos  …  !  i  won’t  deny  it  …  ❞  adam  would  breathe  against  his  lips  .  ❝  i’ve  missed  you  so  ,  my  star  .  i  craved  your  presence  ;  your  body  …  how  i  hated  i  was  several  planets  away  from  you  .  ❞

[karmicgold]

⟢ 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 presents a cosmically interwoven interpretation of 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.   ❛   𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.   ❜  STRICTLY IN COMPLIANCE WITH MARVEL COMICS.   exclusively designed after his original lore and origination.   please read 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 for more.

[karmicgold]

sketching  adam  and  the  goddess  (  aka  still  adam  warlock  just  a  woman  )

[karmicgold]

adam  feels  his  vision  blinking  ,  like  ruptured  glass  pelting  his  milky  colored  retinas  as  a  palm  slithers  up  to  clutch  a  clump  of  golden  hair  .  another  hand  braces  against  the  doorframe  ,  fingers  splayed  ,  knuckles  whitening  .  the  tremor  in  his  stance  deepens  ,  trying  as  he  might  not  to  collapse  ,  however  not  from  the  pain  from  the  bruises  she  catalogues  with  clinical  precision  ,  but  from  something  deeper  ,  something  she  cannot  see  directly  .  he  surmised  the  pain  mounted  upon  his  head  overweighed  the  injuries  his  limbs  have  sustained  .

...  could  be  adrenaline  .

when  he  finally  lifts  his  head  ,  shakily  ,  the  emerald  stone  spasms  with  another  violent  flash  .  coating  his  mind  with  green  .  his  voice  ebbs  out  low  ,  strained  .  “  mn  -  ...  your  assessment  is  …  accurate  .  i  have  endured  worse  .  ❞ another  agonizing  pulse  .  his  jaw  tightens  .  molars  wedged  with  words  unable  to  flicker  forth  ,  but  he  tries  .

❝  ...  this  is  -  ❞  the  warlock  inhales  sharply  ,  the  sound  thin  and  ragged  .  he  winces  again  ,  a  hand  rising  instinctively  toward  his  forehead  but  stopping  short  ,  as  though  touching  it  might  worsen  the  damage  .

❝  it  is  behaving  …  erratically  ,  i  presume  from  the  ...  wounds  i've  sustained  .  ❞  he  tries  to  explain.  he  closes  his  eyes  ,  shielding  his  pearled  gaze  just  for  a  moment,  as  if  the  darkness  might  steady  him.

cont from here.                ⟢ @viteoublies

[gazelessmenagerie]

No good deed goes unpunished.

Makes him wonder why he bothered to come all this way, pulling strings and skulking about in the shadows with all the finesse of a Master in his element. Dry words met with that pointed look aimed at him, nonchalance painting his every word as the tilt of his head and arch of a brow rose in controversy.

" Bett'a get dem eyes checked den, Gambit jus' lookin' out fo' my fare. Can't collect if ya get stuck in de Big House, non? "

[karmicgold]

adam  tilts  his  head,  just  slightly  .  ❝  your  ...  fare?  i  was  unaware  i  owed  you  anything  .  ❞  adam  repeated  ,  choosing  to  ignore  the  insult  and  testing  the  word  on  his  tongue  .  analytical  perplexity  fixes  upon  the  face  he  so  often  wears  when  confronted  with  idioms  that  refuse  to  behave  like  logic  .

adam  was  the  investment  .  who  made  that  deal  ?  gambit's  smirk  offers  nothing  but  trouble  and  charm  in  equal  measure  .  ❝  ...  you  imply  compensation  .  ❞  there’s  no  accusation  in  his  tone  ,  only  the  underlying  ,  crystalline  uncertainty  of  someone  trying  to  understand  a  social  nuance  he  was  not  built  to  navigate  so  casually  like  this  .  his  posture  stiffens  ,  shoulders  drawing  back  ,  as  though  bracing  for  an  answer  he  is  not  entirely  sure  he  wants  .  an  exhale  .

❝  …what  kind  of  compensation  are  you  seeking ?  for  being  my  valiant  savior  .  ❞

[bubblybiter]

He is so safe right now.

[karmicgold]

truly  ,  this  land  shark  is  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with.

[gazelessmenagerie]

@karmicgold asked: [ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch ( cough )

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

It wasn't easy to undo the layers of his outfit, woven fabric meant to mask his body heat and cling akin to a second skin beneath the thick durability of his coat. Sleek, efficient, tailored to agility and ease of maneuverability. Soft chimes of buckles clinked as the upper layer was peeled off the peaks of shoulders, slipping just below biceps revealing the charcoal fabric beneath adorning the musculature of strong arms anchoring to the width of a proud chest overlaid by the bright armor protecting the vitality beating within. Crimson irises inlaid within onyx drank in luminescent marble orbs, denoting a certain intrigue to the shifts of hues within their depths.

The coyness of a breath ushered between the gate of ivories, lips parting with mischief upon their soft plushness.

" Let me help ya wit' dat, chér. " Silvery words sang to the air with that suave melody, tracing towards a softened edge as if a lover were only whispering a secret the world may never know. Whether it was out of deceptive habit or not couldn't be deciphered. The lingering touch of fingertips brushed with an enticing finesse as though the Thief was savoring a priceless artifact. Couldn't get much better than what appeared to be a living stature adorned in gold and looking like a god.

Shedding off that worn and weathered coat, it was hung off the point of his bo staff resting nearby in a slanted lean against the wall. Reaching fingers slipped beneath fabric and armor, eyes keen to watch for the slightest reaction as he made a show of slowly pulling the upper portion of his attire off in a sensual and fluid motion.

Emboldened by the bareness of his own flesh, the rumble of his chest conveyed a chuckle simmering at the conch of his throat. Lingering marks of past experiences marred over in scars, each one a story attached while others acted as reminders of sins and carnal indulgences. Shame had no place in his proud heart, a reaching arm pulling that esteemed entity known as Adam closer.

" C'mon, Gambit don't bite... not unless ya ask' him to~. "

Coveting hands spared no mercy on their travels, tracing over the tendons and ligaments born over muscle. Baring his neck came as an invitation, corded muscle of hills and valleys simply enticed to be felt over by those bold enough to pursue the fortunes laid before. Taunting eyes dared the other, that coy smirk never finding a reason to wipe itself off even as the sensation of a tongue finally crossed the thin barrier of air and breached upon warm flesh. Its path strode where Adam dared to venture, the easy rhythm of a chest expanding and shrinking without a hitch to the cycle of respiration.

" Atta boy, " A hand trailed up, encouraging the scene with threading those long fingers through locks of spurned gold while the hypnotic allure of his voice tinged at the air, " Don't be shy now. "

Wolfish grin couldn't spread any wider, allowing as much time as was needed for a simple little fling to get the edge off. Don't mind if he might have a feel.. see if he can't also lift something off just to have a reason for another encounter in the near future once its presence was missed.

Who said he can't have a little pleasure along the way?

[karmicgold]

the  golden  man  was  hesitant  at  first,  words  that  were  syphoned  onto  the  tip  of  his  tongue  had  died  as  quickly  as  it  came  ,  all  that  followed  was  a  hum  ,  gruffed  by  lingering  suppression  of  desire.  his  puffy  -  golden  hued  lips  stretch  into  a  tight  thin  line,  every  artificial  fiber  that  orchestrated  his  being  twisted  every  knot,  sinew,  and  follicle;  trying  to  understand  whatever  higher  being  had  guided  him  to  this  moment.  not  that  he  was  complaining  -  hardly.  adam  breathed  as  he  finally  willed  his  pearled  eyes  away  from  gambit’s  body.  he  knew  the  longer  he  stared;  the  longer  he  was  going  to  agonize  over  every  vein  and  organ  that  scorched  beneath  ivory.

another  breath  expires  from  polished  golden  lips.  no  matter  how  far  he  traversed  the  great  planetary  body  he  still  feels  like  a  lone  traveler  in  the  bastion  of  raw  human  instinct.  ❝  by  the  stars.  ❞  he  shakily  forces  out  into  the  cup  of  his  hand  ,  fingers  testing  the  fridges  of  metallic  flesh.

he  braves  another  look  as  remy’s  fingers  peels  the  coarse  textile  up  to  reveal  more  of  his  impressive  musculature.  it  was  …  maddening.  insanity.  he  felt  almost  parched  with  desperation  that  burrowed  so  deeply  into  adam’s  soul  that  he  always  worried  if  he  would  return  to  himself  ,  because  he  did  not  want  to.  feeling  the  grip  belonging  to  gambit  reel  him  out  of  his  own  cumbersome  cataclysm  of  thoughts  ,  his  pale  eyes  would  just  barely  manage  to  reaffirm  its  focus  back  on  the  reds  that  stared  back.

his  golden  hands  ,  that  were  still  grappling  for  purchase  ,  now  lays  flat  against  the  contours  of  gambit’s  spine  ,  fingers  curling  inwards  to  create  passable  lines  upon  skin.  he  couldn’t  help  it.  adam’s  lips  bent  with  amusement  despite  himself  ,  the  thick  curvature  of  his  chiseled  face  morphing  into  evident  enticement  at  such  a  spontaneous  moment.

it  was  the  eye  contact  ,  maybe  ,  that  sent  him  over.  his  speech  ?  the  daring  espionage  that  adam  seems  to  be  constantly  allotted  by  and  pressured  into  relenting  for  and  he  didn't  hide  it.  it  was  no  wonder  he  found  himself  often  loitering  along  the  guardians.  by  thanos  !  perhaps  he  did  have  a  type.

❝  oh  …  remy.  ❞  adam  intoned  his  name  like  a  spell.  his  lips  unlatch  further  and  press  onto  his  neck,  his  tongue  lurching  to  taste  the  salt  that  lingered  there.  he  leans  the  weight  of  his  golden  body  further  into  gambit’s  welcoming  embrace  ,  trying  to  fit  his  own  acclaimed  perfect  body  against  his.  his  thumbs  pressing  flat  against  the  underside  of  his  ribs  as  he  hums  against  flesh  ,  willingly  submitting  himself  to  base  desire.  ❝  i  have  not  denied  you.  and  you  haven't  denied  me…  will  you  behave  ?  ❞  he  says  in  between  laps.

[gazelessmenagerie]

" Oh Pardonnez-moi, Gambit ONLY had t' sneak his way in to a guarded facility, hack de main frame, AND blow up a few o' de baddies jus' t'get sassed at by Mr. Golden Airlines but all a sudden, he can't fly himself outta dis' joint. "

mentions: @karmicgold

[karmicgold]

❝  fascinating  ,  ❞  he  says  ,  voice  smooth  as  polished  starlight  ,  a  snort  .  his  gaze  narrows  ,  not  unkind  ,  just  pointed  .

  the  kind  of  look  he  knows  how  much  gambit  agonized  getting  here  in  a  timely  manner  just  to  see  him  safe  .  after  all  -  why  the  rush  all  of  a  sudden  ?  ❝  unless  my  senses  deceive  me  -  which  they  do  not  -  you  looked  rather  relieved  to  see  me  standing  .  quite  relieved  ,  in  fact  .  ❞

[joomiie]

[diavl]

& @karmicgold.

❛ you’re late. ❜ a sharp whisper drenched in slumberous splendor and languid movements beneath shared covers, loosened tone laced with false irritation is immediate ‘pon half-consciousness towards the other and yet ( … ) flowing warmth and growing mischievous envelops half-lidded optics as gaze meets with the other between shared distance. never truly a lateness when one knows of his divine duties to hidden forces beyond one’s own limits, heeding the rich siren call of the cosmic entity to quell her growing concern for life that resides in her open vast spaces similar to that of a concerned mother. oh, never not with him of ill choices of selective words and tones either in heated moments  — for one knows that his life comes before any mere worthless immortal or being that decides to bond with him in due course. he was never his to begin with, never will be in his long lifetime ‘pon this wretched planet, but it doesn’t stop to harbor growing sentiments towards the other as time marches by forevermore. ( perhaps, this still makes me human. perhaps, this makes me foolish and weak. I will yearn for him nevertheless. )

low, dangerous rumble emits from one’s corrupted core below as sharpen digits extend and retreat ‘pon spacious sheets between them. ❛ come to me. ❜ honied murmur drips from painted lips as one’s tilts his chin upwards from down below, showing exposed flesh in the form of longing temptation and rising needs towards the other.  ❛ come to me, Iubitul meu. ❜  extended digits extend themselves once more, facing upwards so that the other may bring forth his own and entwine with his once more. won’t have mercy on your bonded one for once, little one? ❛ I missed you. ❜

[karmicgold]

the  golden  echo  of  his  staff  cuts  through  darkness  first  ,  as  if  it  extended  limbs  to  declare  onyx  obsolescence  .  winged  it  were  ,  its  hooked  beak  bound  forth  by  crimson  fingers  wrapped  tightly  around  the  tail  .  it  was  followed  by  the  soft  and  deliberate  landing  of  red‑soled  boots  ,  executed  with  intent.  adam’s  cape  unfurls  behind  him  in  a  slow  ,  regal  cascade  ,  catching  the  tower’s  thin  moonlight  as  he  enters  .

❝  i  hadn’t  realized  my  duties  had  a  curfew  .  you  have  a  remarkable  talent  for  assuming  i  am  late  ,  ❞  warlock  responds  ,  sharp  but  voice  as  smooth  as  polished  gold  ,  carrying  that  faint  ,  knowing  lilt  that  borders  on  sass  .  ❝  i  arrive  precisely  when  the  cosmos  wills  it  .  though  i  suppose  punctuality  is  a  difficult  concept  to  grasp  when  one’s  existence  is  not  tethered  to  the  ebb  and  flow  of  celestial  necessity  .  ❞  he  steps  further  into  the  chamber  ,  staff  tapping  lightly  as  if  marking  the  rhythm  of  his  thoughts  .

a  faint  smile  curves  his  lips  .  sharp  ,  amused  ,  but  not  unkind  .  ❝  how  fortunate  are  you  that  i  am  feeling  rather  generous  .  ❞  he  obeys  as  he  approaches  ,  his  finger  waning  of  the  strength  surrounding  the  golden  karmic  staff  —  becoming  limp  as  he  knelt  it  carefully  against  alabaster  stone  .  he  goes  quiet  as  he  listens  to  dracula’s  velvety  growl  echo  truth  and  pure  honesty  .  a  simple  phrase  ,  yet  heavy  with  hunger  ,  memory  ,  and  something  far  older  than  longing  .

adam  exhales  once  ,  slow  and  deliberate  ,  as  though  tasting  the  sentiment  on  the  air  .  his  beady  white  eyes  then  narrow  .  a  shift  in  his  strong  jaw  like  he’s  studying  the  truth  beneath  the  vampire’s  words  .

❝  you  missed  me  ,  ”  he  repeats  ,  quieter  now  ,  the  sass  giving  way  to  a  deeper  resonance  .  ❝  a  curious  admission  from  one  who  pretends  to  be  untouched  by  sentiment  .  ❞  he  breathed  .  ❝  i  will  not  pretend  otherwise  ,  ❞  he  continues  ,  voice  dropping  into  something  quieter  ,  more  earnest  .  ❝  the  cosmos  is  vast  ,  but  even  in  its  endless  expanse  ,  there  are  …  absences  felt  .  ❞  his  fingers  make  quick  work  of  unbuckling  the  golden  skull  attaching  his  thick  crimson  textile  ,  allowing  it  to  flutter  at  his  powerful  ankles  as  he  walked  with  purpose  .

❝  i’ve  not  abandoned  you  .  ❞  he  whispered  .