#Adrian rp

[memurfevur-archive]

Dev hunched over himself just inside the front door of a Think-Panera, gently rubbing his forearms and adjusting the tightness of his scoutter to keep it from falling, while he waited for his friend to meet up with him.

Adrian stood outside the restaurant, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, then pushed his way inside. He offered a warm and cheerful smile to Dev, pretending as if his insides weren't being eaten by nervous moths.

"ovo>> h3y! h0w*5 it g0ing?"

[elysian-noctuary]

Studying his movements. Keeping the card locking between fingers, staring at it like it was a bore. Seeing no positive change in any emote or posture was disheartening. Though... to be expected. The corners of Adrian's lips fell lightly, crossing his arms and one leg over the other to start bouncing his foot rapidly. He, himself, knows what it is to be stuck in a loop; the feeling of it never ending. Cycling. No end in site.

Maybe bringing this up first wasn't the best idea.

This sort of thing has always been hard for him to handle; the emotions of others. Adrian can always tell when someone was upset, and always tried his best to alleviate the clouds. Be the light peaking from behind the ever-looming grey that dulls life itself. Addressing the issues on the other hand... that was never his forte.

Taking in the monotonous droll from Kaede's weak investment, Adrian huffed lightly in defeat as he leaned back in the chair. As much as he wanted to believe that Kaede was being genuine, there wasn't enough behind the eyes to accept his words as truth.

"Look," he began, rubbing one of his eyes idly under his thick black frames. "I know things have been difficult. Trust me... I know." His own words trailed off, trying to believe himself. How on earth would he know what Kaede had to deal with? Little things have been shared, but no full picture. Pieces of the puzzle scatted across his mind, trying to put them together. But no luck has been made with frayed edges that don't compliment the cut outs of each clue. It's frustrating. Frustrating to not know what to do. Frustrating not knowing what to say.

Is he actually helping?

"But... you gotta tell me what's wrong. So I can at least try to help. None of--" Adrian shook his head, loosely gesturing his arms towards Kaede. "I don't know what to do if you don't tell me how to help. I get that some things are meant to be kept to ourselves. But even then... we can't fully rely on a fraying rope to keep a boat from sailing away."

A short breath leaves parted lips as he ruffles a hand through his loose, wavy hair.

"Sorry-- it's just. I need to know what to do for you. Can you help me with that?"

Adrian peeked at Kaede from over his glasses as they slid down his nose. Pressing his middle finger to the bridge, he fixed his sight on his company.

"Please, Kaede-san." A tight, burning sensation ran down the center of his neck. Swallowing deeply, his throat began to ache as he could feel his eyes to become more glossy.

Chewing on his straw, Kaede leaned backward in his chair, fingertips slipping just slightly on the cold condensation dripping down the sides of his cup. He held onto the card between pinky and ring finger, glancing at black ink and a slew of numbers and emails, washing the foul taste out of his mouth with bland coffee flavors and tapioca - barely listening, but this time more carefully.

Adrian's offer was made in earnest and not at all lost on him, but it had most certainly been passed over in favor of mentally addressing fresher wounds. Unfortunate, deeply so, as this was perhaps his first real attempt at reaching beyond his narrow way of life, yet he couldn't pull himself away long enough to properly pay attention - be present. He narrowed his eyes, posture reflecting some unreadable concoction of emotion, and ultimately turned his cornflower gaze onto Adrian at last.

"That's why I came," he said, slowly than all at once clamming up, rasped words straight-forward yet unrevealing. Kaede didn't know how to approach this in kind, lowering the plastic cup in his hand until it rested upon the table. Hardened though he may have become, it was easier this way - fewer unnecessary questions, detaching with ease - but it was lonelier, too, and he couldn't afford to keep burning bridges when he needed the help. He wasn't that stupid, most of the time.

Midnight lashes flutter once, twice, gaze idling along the edges of the scar cutting down Adrian's cheek. Offhandedly, he felt somewhat guilty for taking up so much of the photographer's time, but if he dove into and accepted what was offered to him, perhaps he would have an opportunity to make it up to him.

His decision seemed to roll off the tongue with ease, however: "Yes, I'm willing - that's more than fine."

Retrieving his bubble tea, chewed up straw and all, he took a tentative sip, soon popping the dome lid and offering to share.

"I appreciate what you're doing. I've... needed a change for a long time, Hanagaki-dono," he continued, only gently urging him to take a drink before tiving up and leaning back in his seat. "So, thank you for going through the trouble to help me out."

It may have only really been the first step forward, the first step toward anything, but it counted.

[askadrianalucardtepes]

"With the sun obscured and humanity calling for help once more, I have awoken at last. It's good to be back after all these years of silent slumber. Now... Let's see what humanity has been up to ever since I left."

[OOC] Okay so, I finished this faster than anticipated and I am really really really proud. So y'all are getting this a bit early. But! Surprise! Nocturne Alucard joins the gang! I'll add him to my guidelines soon, and he'll be available for asks with a freshly made sprite. Have fun! :D

[zheida]

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[elysian-noctuary]

Leave. Leave. Leave. His mind buzzing with terror. Trying his best to keep calm, the bag slung over his shoulder, now pulled to his chest in a tight grip. A lump formed in the center of his neck, burning with the need to burst. Sand paper against the soft flesh. A scratch you'll never reach. Running out of breath before coming back up for air. Adrian wanted to leave, but his body slowed him down tremendously. Limbs falling numb, his right knee buckled under his weight. Losing his footing, Adrian took hold of the metal rail before toppling over. But the words that came out of that priests mouth was something to dread.

His heart ached as the man stopped him for a conversation. There are times Adrian wished the other's words fell on deaf ears. He froze, keeping his gaze down to his shoes. Why did he of all people have to ask him. Why couldn't it have been the lady he saw jogging around? Why couldn't it have been the man reading a newspaper on the park bench? Why... why a priest. As much as his head and heart said to run, his feet remained glued to their spot. Cemented in place. Unmoving.

Adrian slowly glanced back at the priest. Even if it was a warm smile, he's only seen the devil in them all. But his body won't move. He can't just stand there like an idiot and say nothing... he's trapped in this conversation, and already wants to run away.

Taking a shaky breath, Adrian's shoulders rose to his neck. Tightening his muscles, sensation of burning in arms. Unwillingly, the young man turns around nervously. "S-sure," his voice hoarse, as if speaking suddenly became a chore.

Slipping the strap to his camera bag off his shoulder, Adrian unzipped it to reveal his EOS Rebel T7 DSLR. A sleek, black digital camera mainly used for travel. Turning it back on, Adrian pulled up the drafts on the screen. Nothing too spectacular. Basic scenery. Candid shots. At least he thought that they were pretty mundane.

Suguru's hand stretches out. "Wait-" the young man looks pained. Suguru was able to sense it. That dark, looming presence. The feeling of a weighted blanket cocooning him. An experience of when the air becomes heavier, making the mundane excessively difficult to achieve. The unforseen force becomes an obstacle that sucks the motivation of anyone who rises against it. It was the same feeling he was experiencing that summer. For him, it was destruction of his moral foundation thst caused it.

This lost soul needed help, and Suguru needed to find a way to keep other's attention long enough make sure they were safe. Even if the new face refuses, Suguru felt comfort in knowing he tried. That he did everything in his power to rescue someone from letting their raging storm engluf them.

An idea flashes within him. Suguru remembers the item the young man placed back into their bag. "I wanted to ask about your photography. May I see them?"

[asexxxualerotica]

Closed RP: A Twist of Fate

He couldn’t say that he was surprised when he saw her in the caravan. The merchant that had hired him was taking a few wagons worth of goods through woodlands that were known for faerie activities, so they’d wanted any travelers or adventurers with some familiarity with the fey keeping watch. It was the whole reason he’d been hired on in the first place—and, clearly, the same was true for the other half-faerie sitting on the back wagon.

But that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“I see the princess is traveling with us,” Adrian Felhollow muttered in a low tone, tossing his own bag of belongings into the wagon and shooting Elida a cool and aloof glance. “You sure you want to tag along on this—might be a little too much for your delicate courtly constitution.”

@siiinfully

[memurfevur-archive]

In the middle of the day, Adrian receives a ping on his device from Trollian.

TAT> ! Am only just now reAl!z!ng we never Agreed on A proper meet!ng spot (lol)

ovo>> 0h, that*5 right! um... i c0u/d a/way5 c0m3 0v3r? 0r... h3y! th3r3*5 a gam3 5h09 n3arby. /0t5 0f fidu59awn card5 th3r3, and it*5 n3xt t0 a c0rn3r 5t0r3. w3 can g3t drink5 and b3 n3rd5!

[shlnlgaml]

/ Semi lit novela responses/ crossover friendly/ A multimuse redo acc for Shlnlgamls / Afilliated with @fallesto , @calamxty /

VERSES [Undertaker]: Kny Demon Slayer Verse / Naruto Verse / Bleach Verse / undertaker x sukuna verse ( jjk ) / jjk sorcerer verse / Jjk verse / One Piece

Muses: (Ask)

Adrian/Undertaker ( Black Butler Main )

Dracule Mihawk ( One piece Main )

Baddo [ One Punch Man ]

Toji Fushiguro ( Jujutsu Kaisen )

Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen )

Tengen Uzui ( Demon Slayer )

Tomioka Guiyuu ( Demon Slayer )

RULES

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No one under 18 I will find out

This acc will include depictions of depression, mental health, gore, disregard for human life, and more, don't follow if this triggers you!

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Multifandom

I will sometimes lose intrest in rping so please bare with me if responses take forever

Have fun!

[askadrianalucardtepes]

"I'm glad I inherited the cool vampire powers and all, but it'd have been real nice if I also inherited the whole 'can't fall ill' thing for the vampire side. Luckily my friends are here to keep me alive."

[meilingisslaying]

I don't know shit abt these bitches but Mevia calls Hadrian a bitch boy.

[alucarddear]

there is a type of vampire that when biting the human does not feel pain but something more similar to pleasure… hmm, is it the same case with your bite, Alucard? even though you are a dhampir of course-.

You’ll have to ask the pikes right outside of my castle, some debased part of him wants to say to frighten them, but he doesn’t.

Tsk.

“I understand your curiosity, but I would rather not disclose such private matter. Besides, how I make a partner feel would be between me and them.

But I do not recommend that you go and take your chance with a vampire just to find out. I assure you, there are plenty of ways to better sate you. The earthly pleasure you seek does not compare to the otherworldly sensation a vampire feels from desiccating you; you’d do well to remember that.

So—

Do try and avoid attracting the attention of a vampire for that purpose. Death will follow and not much else. For most.”

[elysian-noctuary]

Tired eye drifted slowly from side to side. After walking aimlessly around the city for hours in a painfully restless state, Adrian found himself sitting on a nearby bench of a construction site. His body sank into the wood of the seat, as his head craned over the edge of the backrest. Being harassed by a developed fear sucked the life out of him... what more could go on? He was tired from the sleepless nights. Tired of being dragged down by his own festering thoughts. Tired of everything. A deep, exasperated sigh left his lips, getting ready to take a break before heading back to his apartment.

Little to his surprise, something had to have interrupted his second of peace. A cacophony of ear-piercing screeches of metal and plaster crumbling behind him sounded off. With a loud, agitated grumble, Adrian reached for his glasses and set them on the bench. Pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes, he rubbed his skin out of irritation. What of earth was that loud bang?

Fumbling with his frames, Adrian sets his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. Flopping his head to the side of the construction site, the man noticed a plume of smoke rise from a window opening. Or was that dust? Smoke and dust? He narrows his eyes at the mess unfolding in front of his very eyes. The question pops up again: why can't he catch a break.

A bright flash of light from the inside of the building caught his attention. The yellow burst died as some sort of energy was produced. Was it an actual fire? Adrian watched the window for signs of an electrical fire, but nothing showed. No black smoke, no sparks flying.

Then a voice broke through the eerie silence. Shouting from within the building ran a shiver down his spine. There could be only a few explanations for what might be happening, and Adrian is forced into action to ease his own conscious.

A youth grips his sword as the blade is set ablaze with flames. He narrows his eyes at the cursed spirit in front of him. He stares down at it while the cursed spirit growls, crouching down and ready to pounce. It has the body of a monkey and has a lizard face. This one is tough. But he always has a plan when it comes to battles like this.

"Eito!" The youth said as a bird that looks like a spherical plushie goes to his side. "I am about to do something crazy! You're with me?" He grins at his avian companion.

The bird named, Eito chirps in confirmation. "Great! Let's do this!" The youth then charges at the cursed spirit.

@elysian-noctuary

[elysian-noctuary]

Cont. [ X ] @astarab1aze

A phrase all too familiar. I'm okay. The times Adrian has used it the most when he needed to put on a mask. But seeing someone in need in front of him... he can't just sit by and do nothing.

But then the second phrase hit harder than a truck. Haven't you done enough? The young man's eyebrows pinch together, questioning everything. He glanced down to the table cloth, gently blowing in the breeze. What has he done for Kaede? Was someone to talk to... enough? As far as Adrian was aware, they were still somewhat strangers? Is a friend... enough?

Eyes met with Kaede again. Looking him over to see his face vacant of anything. Anger, acceptance, grief, all sorts of unraveled thoughts lie upon his person. With concern, Adrian was about to interject with an apology for overstepping some boundaries. But before his mind could catch up with the present, he shoved his chair back and made it to the other side of the table. Hand in hand, Adrian guided Kaede's back to rest on the table. Staring down into the half empty cup, he felt the guilt in his conscience rise.

Sometimes he needed to learn when to shut up.

Trying to salvage what was left of Kaede's drink, Adrian propped himself into the other chair next to his friend. Sliding back for comfort, he messed with his shirt to put it back into its place. It's so awkward nearly diving to the ground in his nicer attire. It doesn't matter... he brushed off what dirt he could see before fixing his glasses once more.

"No-- I shouldn't have asked." Well... maybe not the right term. Pressured? Pried? Whatever it was, it wasn't intentional, and feels awful. "I don't mean to make you tell me anything. I just..." A short defeated huff left his nose. "Want to try to do what I can, if that makes sense."

His head turned in confusion again. How would this not be fair? That Adrian is helping him? What isn't fair? There has to be something Adrian is missing here; he looked at Kaede, possibly to find an answer.

He listened to Kaede, taking in his words with anticipation. A sigh of relief as it wasn't in rage.

"I mean... I hope so." What else was there to say? He doesn't have all the answers. But that won't stop him from trying whatever he knows.

"Of course. I'll do my best. But please, if this isn't the right time, don't feel obligated to tell me anything. I mean it. I want to help, but... somethings telling me that this isn't a good time."

[seolinah]

MUSE: adrian gwon | 29 | librarian OPEN: anyone (25+) PLOT: we've been friends forever and adrian is starting to realize his feelings towards your muse isn't completely platonic (could be bc they recently started dating someone, maybe they had a moment, someone made a joke about them needing to just date already, etc. but now adrian is being real awkward about it)

He realizes too late that he's been staring without saying much of anything. He can't even recall what they were talking about, but they're looking at him expectedly and Adrian's at a total loss of what to say. "Sorry--what? I don't think I caught... Any of that, my bad."

[many-faces-of-adrian]

((Anyone interested in a Zelda based rp?