honorable m e n t i o n

abel┗ mephistos ┛the true first mephistos ❝ i spent most of last night dragging this lake for the corpses of all my past mistakes. sell me out - the joke's on you. we are salt - you are the wound. empty another bottle and let me tear you to pieces. this is me wishing you into the worst situations. ❞

[markofxabel-blog]

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I like you // I love you // I love to rankle you // I’m indifferent toward you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’m jealous of you // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’m attracted to you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you alreadydidoops // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I respect you // I want your respect // I feel protective of you // I’d like to cut loose with you // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re a meanie jerkface // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I want an apology from you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better // i want you to admit that i’m the better brother; just once

[markofxabel-blog]

Do you believe mutual attraction based on mutual hatred is possible?

“Anything is possible if you just believe.”

“Why not? Hatred sometimes provides a bigger influence than, say, love. And at least with hatred, I know they’re thinking about me—even if it’s in an unfavorable light. That might even work better in my case.”

[markofxabel-blog]

Have you ever felt guilt?

“Guilt? G-U-I-L-T? What? No. To feel guilt is to imply wrongdoing on the part of the guilty, and I see no wrongdoing here.”

“But okay. Maybe I shouldn’t have thrown Icky at the man. But the man was determined to round himself up a couple of supernatural prawns to nibble on.”

[markofxabel-blog]

FMK Cain, Mephisto, & Enoch

Fuck: Mephisto. Daddy issues. Enough said.

Marry: Enoch. Isn’t he supposed to represent goodness, faithfulness … and kumbayah times? Speaking of—we should all hold hands around a campfire and sing kumbayah. It’s supposed to be good for the soul or something.

Kill: Cain. Tit for tat and all that.

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: I've never lied and i'm still alive.

Icky: ... They weren't / sensitive / either.

Icky: We will forever be agreeing to disagree... Remind me not to eat anything out of your palm.

Icky: Stop whining. I shouldn't be coming at all. But I'm nearly there.

Abelicious: No.

Abelicious: Comment.

Abelicious: L-I-A-R.

Abelicious: And says you. But / coming / is kind of part of the deal ... Oops. Did I go there?

Abelicious: C U. BYE.

[ text ended. ]

[wastelandbanditorion]

I'm Bored out of my mind so send me-

Have you evers

FMK (fuck, marry, kill)

Personal Questions

Requests

Weird Asks

Anything you want to know about me 

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: No one should be as good at lying as you are.

Icky: They weren't / pretty. /

Icky: The dark side gives me indigestion. Not falling for you, in either sense. There's more chance of you turning over a new leaf.

Icky: You're infuriatingly impossible not to notice.

Abelicious: And why not? It's a necessary skill to have if you want to - oh, I don't know - / survive / .

Abelicious: They were too! So large and pretty and fluffy. I miss touching them. They were always so ... sensitive.

Abelicious: Why don't we agree to disagree? I'll have you eating out of the palm of the dark side's hand soon enough.

Abelicious: ... You do a pretty good job at pretending I don't exist - because it's been at least five minutes, and I / still / don't see you. Do you realize how hurtful that is?

[cubancoffeequeen-deactivated202]

But did anyone ever ask If my brother had done me Violence first? Remember that I brought fruit for sacrifice. He was the first of us to taste slaughter.                                                 In my dreams                                                       He still licks                                                                 Blood From the moon.

When you speak of Cain do you paint him in his own blood? (via biancabraswell)

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: There is no such card.... Was that a joke?

Icky: ... They cut off my wings, for starters. Not that you care.

Icky: Whatever inexplicable fascination I have with you, does not by extension reach the dark side.

Icky: You're something else alright.

Abelicious: Me? Joke? Never. Joking is / so / beneath me.

Abelicious: 'Course I care! You had such pretty wings.

Abelicious: You say that / now / , but I'm more than prepared to prove you wrong. The dark side agrees with you.

Abelicious: Why thank you for noticing. 😄😄😄😄😄

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: My names not Icky, and I don't have trust issues. I just know better than to trust you.

Icky: Do you have / any / idea what they did to me?

Icky: Well I don't have much love for humans, that was never my repertoire, even back when I didn't mind them.

Icky: You're ridiculous Abe.

Abelicious: Says who? I bet your enochian identification card even reads as Icky ... And methinks you doth protest too much.

Abelicious: It was probably bad ... Did they force you to listen to ten hours of 'When / I / was a kid ... ' from grandpas around the world?

Abelicious: That just means you're one step closer to joining the dark side. Here, have a cookie.

Abelicious: Ridiculously amazing, right? And one-of-a-kind.

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: ... Because compelling or not, I don't trust you?

Icky: I suppose there is no time like the present. One television show can't hurt.

Icky: Excuse me? How do I stand in the way of your happiness?

Icky: More what?

Abelicious: That makes you smart, Icky. You've grown so much in my absence - you've officially become an adult with trust issues. I'm so proud.

Abelicious: The human-loving ways of the enochian - not you.

Abelicious: More of everything that is and will forever be Abelicious.

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: Right. As long as you're not making me beg for my freedom.

Icky: I have a confession.... I've never watched television.

Icky: Yes. I realize that, what I don't understand is the why of it. It's unnatural.

Icky: You must be.

Abelicious: Pft. Why on earth would you want to be free of / this / ? You may not know it, but I'm pointing at myself right now.

Abelicious: Why am I not surprised? Everything you do and say is / so / last century.

Abelicious: Like I'd let your godawful life choices stand in the way of my happiness.

Abelicious: Yeah? Well, I'll keep you coming back for more.

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: You sound all too sure of this.

Icky: How do you even have room for a seventy-inch t.v. in an RV? ... You want me to crowd in that tiny space with you?

Icky: You realize I was crafted to eliminate evil, right?

Icky: I'm still not sure why I'm meeting you in a den of blood and death.

Abelicious: Maybe I'm psychic and just know these things.

Abelicious: I made room, okay. It's a tight fit but still doable. No complaining. The picture is / great / .

Abelicious: ... You realize that I don't care?

Abelicious: Because I'm irresistible. D-U-H.

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: What else would I beg you?

Icky: I don't know, something less volatile. Mass death aside, how was your day?

Icky: Careful. Or I might stop believing you. If i already haven't.

Icky. ... i'm coming.

Abelicious: Ah, well, that's something you'll have to find out for yourself ... But you will! In due time.

Abelicious: It was wonderful! I upgraded from a fifty-inch plasma screen to a seventy-inch. You wouldn't think there'd be that huge of a difference in screens, but I couldn't be more wrong. It's sitting pretty in the RV. You should come over some time and watch a movie with me.

Abelicious: You would do that to me? You, of all people?

Abelicious: ...

Abelicious: I'll be here, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

[markofxabel-blog]

lucienxstratos:

    HE was good, he’d give him that. Good at feigning. Good at making you feel guilty for having the nerve to question someone who’d supposedly found themselves at the wrong place at the wrong time — caught between a rock and a hard place in the form of suspicion. But if anyone knew the art of manipulation intimately, it was Lucien. He’d been responsible for it himself once upon a time — still was, if he was being completely honest with himself. “WELL, THAT’S BETWEEN YOU AND SANTA. HE SEES ALL — KNOWS ALL. WE LESSER BEINGS HAVE NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE.” Overseeing the naughty list had to be a full-time job. Poor man. “I’M NOT SURE HOW MUCH HELP I’LL BE, THOUGH — BUT I GUESS IF YOU REALLY NEED IT …” He gave a shrug then. “SURE, WHY NOT?”

More than tempted to take him up on his offer - there was something deliciously dark lurking in this one’s heart, completely at odds with his easy-going demeanor - Abel flashed a secretive smile, the sardonic curve of his lips an indication of his true feelings ... But only an indication and not the whole picture. “What does good, old Santa see about you, I wonder,” he hummed, rocking back on his heels as he turned to fully face the newcomer. “You’ve been a very naughty boy - I can sense it.” One of the many perks of being a mephistos ... The first mephistos. 

“Who knows? There may come a time that I do, in fact, require your assistance. I will text you the deets if and when it happens ...” Abel’s smile widened slightly, amused by the idea of introducing this one to more trouble than he could probably handle.

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: I've begged you to behave, if that counts.

Icky: .... dammit just tell me.

Icky: Hasn't anyone ever told you not to cry wolf?

Abelicious: Nooooooo. Boo. I refuse to let that count.

Abelicious: I just happen to think it's / not / inessential. What more do you want to know?

Abelicious: Pft. Why would I bother crying wolf when I could just cry enochian?

Abelicious: Now are you coming or not?

[markofxabel-blog]

Icky: That's not what i'd beg you to do.

Icky: Dare i ask what you think?

Icky: ... Maybe i was mildly concerned.

Abelicious: So you admit you'd beg me to do / something / ?

Abelicious: You could ... but you probably wouldn't like it.

Abelicious: Only mildly? I'm crushed.