#I want to draw Adrian at some point too

[multifandomfanficss]

F*ck You?

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

and the rest of the 11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.

A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.

Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.

“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.

“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.

“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.

“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.

“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.

“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.

“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.

Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.

You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.

“Thanks!” You smile at her.

“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.

You look over at him, blushing. You nod.

“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”

“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.

You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.

Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.

“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.

“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.

“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.

“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.

“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.

“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.

“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.

“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”

“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.

“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”

Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.

“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.

“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.

[ruiniel]

Sorry to hear you are not feeling well! Hopefully with plenty of rest you will get well soon 🩶

Here’s an HC ask if you feel up to it:

Adrian x Bold/Flirty Reader

- The twins never happened and reader just stumbled upon Alucard in the forest some day, stunned by his beauty and grace.

- Reader has an occupation that requires them to go into the forest from time to time, as kind as Adrian, he started to help them out.

- Reader developed a crush on him as they gradually got to know each other. Bold as they are, they decided to take the first move by… you guessed it, flirting. The kind that ends with his face tinged with the loveliest pink.

- Adrian is still mourning over loss over family and friends, and only sees reader as a friend (a close friend? And a pretty friend. He doesn’t even know anymore.)

- Reader’s tactics slowly working. He starts to crave your company like he does with Sypha and Trevor.

- He stares at your lips, sometimes your behind. Averts his eyes as dhampirely as possible when he catches your returning gaze and thinks you haven’t notice. You do.

- “Accidental” touches on his thigh when passing something over; warm, ticklish breath near his sensitive ear while you stand behind him when he sits and reads. He swears you are driving him crazy.

- He may just snap one day. And you hope it comes soon.

Thank you, I'm getting there slowly but surely. Going off about fictional people helps the morale, y'know?

Oh a pining HC, and bold characters are so fun!

◈ It might be that your attitude in time could draw the other side of him to the surface... one he hasn't had the opportunity to explore much beyond nighttime ventures through the wilds, chasing the malevolent things lurking there: the thrill of the hunt. The side that goes "Let's find out..."

Remember that?

◈ His instincts are just as sharp in his humanoid form as in his wolf form, and he feels it: the scent of your attraction growing stronger, the way you can't control the impulse to try and get closer.

◈ He's wary, at first. But there is honesty about you, too, and that has a scent of its own, comforting and achingly sweet. He knows he's taking a gamble by trusting you but let's face it, if his friends have been gone for a while now in this context, he's certainly more in need of someone to share his time with than even he can admit to himself.

◈ Besides, since your encounters in the woods become more frequent, you seem unperturbed by his nature, even after he's told you more of himself and some (not all) of what he's done.

◈ He still feels immensely guilty about how it all came to pass, and misses his family. It's a very confusing time in his life and he doesn't want to burden you with that.

◈ He's also afraid you'd want nothing to do with him any longer if he did tell you everything, all the moments he can't forget, the scenes that play in his mind's eye over and over.

◈ You don't seem to be deterred by anything though, and with admiration he takes his metaphorical heart between his teeth one day and sits you down one afternoon, under an ancient oak tree where you sometimes share your lunch.

It all goes pleasantly enough. At one point you try to reach for a bottle, propping your hand on his leather-clad knee for support as you lift yourself to grab a hold of the glass container.

When you try to remove your hand, he stops you, his own hand over yours. "Why do you do these things?"

Nothing gets past Alucard when it comes to danger and battle but navigating interpersonal relationships? Not his forte. He knows it, you know it.

And so, you swallow before you answer. "I Iike it. Touching you."

"Why?" His eyes are earnest, and you appear out of your element for a moment before his bluntness. But he really, really looks like he wants, no, expects an answer.

"Does it bother you?"

He ignores your question completely. "I wonder if your hand will still be here, after I share with you what I have to say." All easy manner is gone from his attitude.

You watch him, bemused, but your hand stays right where it is, on his warm, tense thigh. He's just told you in no uncertain terms: I know what you're doing. I know you want me. You're still processing that, but the words that leave your mouth are: "Let's... find out?"

He takes a sharp intake of breath at that, watching you strangely. "I never told you how I ended up alone, did I?"

You shake your head, and wait. And listen.

By the time he's done, you're staring at the patterns of the blanket, and he's regretting having broken the image you'd probably concocted of him in your head.

"People make mistakes."

Alucard raises his head. The warm hand on his thigh is still there. "What?"

"I said, people make mistakes. And people sometimes must make difficult choices for reasons beyond them."

When you smile at him, when you tuck a strand of errant hair behind his ear and suddenly hug him, Alucard stays perfectly still: with shock, with... relief? But his response is so fierce you sigh in surprise, arms winding around you and holding you there. "You're not running away screaming," he whispers in your ear, feeling the little shudder running through you. He likes holding you, he likes being held. He craves it.

"No, but you would, if you knew the shape of my thoughts when it... comes to you."

He'd love to pull your head back, to stare into your eyes as you say it. And so: he does. "My dear, dear friend... I want to know everything."

That was a mix of HCs and a scene haha I take no responsibility *blames it on the meds*

[skeedelvee]

Carry On Countdown Day 12 - Normal

For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3

For todays prompt I've gone with fics that are about Shepard Love or feature him prominently

Bro Under the Mistletoe by @nick-eyre

Rated T, 900 words

Is it gay to kiss your bro under the mistletoe?

Sleeper Agents by @mostlymaudlin

Rated M, 2,189 words

“You should really put a case on that,” I say. “You’re going to crack the screen.” “Simon can fix it.” Baz yawns, rolling toward me now. He’s got one cheek mushed up against the pillow, hair in his eyes. “It’s his love language.” I snort, and Baz finally cracks a grin. “Do you want to have a cuddle, then?” I ask. Baz rolls his eyes. He’s a treat in the mornings. An absolute ray of sunshine. He’s lucky he’s pretty enough to pull it off. - Shepard and Baz have a cuddle. Simon gets in there too. (Part of the Stoner AU verse.)

Cryptozoology 101 by @scone-lover

Rated E, 3,200 words

I think it’s more than being a little into cryptozoology. I mean, Mothman’s got me on my knees, pushed against a tree with my pants down to my ankles, so really— cryptozoology is about to be into me. aka: The Exclusive Monsterfucking Diaries of Shepard from Omaha (2015-2017, illustrated)

Bangers & Smash by @scone-lover

Rated E, 2,699 words

Monster: Goblin Location: Boston, MA Contact Info: Adrian, 617-462-5467 Rating: 9/10 (one point removed for imminent danger of being turned into a skin suit) Notes: Turns out goblins do eat people after all. (I’m fine, Ma.)

and Cursed: a Shepard from Omaha Adventure by @scone-lover

Rated E, 5,200 words

Shep teaches a sex demon a lesson in consent. But then he accidentally sells his soul in the process. No biggie. Aka: the NSFW version of how Shep got cursed by that demon.

The Naked Truth by Maanorchidee

Rated T, 15,317 words

“But here he is. Simon Salisbury. My boarding school roommate, nemesis, all-around-prick, and the boy I’ve been in love with since I was fifteen.” Baz Grimm-Pitch has moved out of England to study art in Omaha, Nebraska. He left his old life behind and he doesn’t regret it. But one day his former nemesis and long-time crush Simon Salisbury walks into his figure drawing class as the model. How will Baz deal with their shared past and the resurface of his feelings?

Five Times Shepard Brought a Cryptid Home and One Time a Cryptid Brought Shepard Home by @aristocratic-otter

Rated G, 14,340 words

Shepard moved in with me in August three years ago, after an eventful trip back to Nebraska to pack up his things and arrange his papers so that he could live here legally. It’s been so good since then, though there are some oddities you just have to accept when living with a man like Shepard. He never met a creature he didn’t immediately try to befriend, and the demon curse that brought us together is just one example of how such things can go quite badly wrong. I’m hoping that I can exert a tempering influence on him from now on.

✨Gratuitous self rec✨

Nebraska Nebraska I love ya! by me! @skeedelvee

Rated G, 1,449 words

The gang goes out to The Whistling Ogre. Shepard surprises everyone with an excellent karaoke performance to Lady Gaga's Yoü and I

Special shout out for 2021's Carry On Shepfest, lots of great Shep content in there!

If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it

Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3

@carryon-countdown

[lara-prism-light]

Redesign(and rewrite) of Alya and Rena Rouge for my Miraculous rewrite.

The original design was too generic for me and didn't look like a girl who has a blog. I know a Ladybug themed t-shirt that she would start wearing after the heroes' popularity kicked in, She wears a plaid jacket, jeans and boots. I chose this style because I thought it suited her a lot, and yes, I made her hair curlier, and a thousand apologies if it turned out bad, I'm still trying to learn how to draw curly hair TwT

As you can see I also moved the mole a little above her eyebrow, the original position would be covered with her hair. And yes, I decided to dye her hair orange at the ends, I don't know, I thought it would look cool, let me know what you think.

Alya is still Marinette's classmate, and in the beginning she has a very empty blog with very few followers (who would be her closest friends) but before the Ladyblog she would talk about heroes about heroes from other countries, since at the moment Paris would not have heroes yet. She takes a liking to Marinette after helping and defending her from Chloe and showing off the rest of the school (in this rewrite Marinette is a new student at the school as well as Adrian).

She and Nino are very close and she likes superheroes a lot and wants to be a journalist when she grows up. As soon as Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive, she begins to document everything about them, to the point of becoming an obsession of hers that ends up consuming part of her life. Her family and friends, especially Marinette would try to bring her back to reality but she would be trapped in her obsession of discovering who her beloved heroes were.

That was the perfect motivation for Hawkmoth to send an akuma to her, turning her into lady wi-fi, which would go after the heroes looking for their dear answers. She would be defeated and Ladybug would explain how important their identities were, which Alya, after learning that her best friend Marinette was very dejected by her selfish actions, realizes how wrong she was, almost giving up on her dream but being motivated by ladybug to keep dreaming, and that one day she would be an amazing journalist.

Even more inspired by Ladybug, and even more affected by her amortization, Alya begins to change her investigation focus, she no longer wanted to know the identity of the heroes, but that of the villain. She would start balancing her normal life with her little investigations into where the villains came from and who was behind them, and seeing her family, friends and boyfriend being akumatized, She grew to hate Hawkmoth, and wanting to bring justice to those he hurt and manipulated. This attracted the attention of the curious and treacherous Trixx, who felt curious about the number of times he saw her close to danger looking for clues, but he could also feel a desire for justice coming from Her. And then one night, during an akuma attack, she got tired of being useless and tried to help, even though she knew it would be dangerous, but was told to stay out by Ladybug and Chat Noir. Trixx appeared to her and gave her the Miraculous of Illusion, so that she could help her idols and protect her beloved city as Rena Rouge!

I didn't change much in the design, out of all the designs on the show this is one of my favorites but I still added road details. She now has an orange jacket, her knees have white diamonds, and her wrists and heels have fur. The ears are now like a bow for her ponytail, and the cream colored part of the ear contains a dark tone in the middle. Other than that, everything else is the same, just with some additions of different shades of orange.

Trixx gets a tuft of hair too, I thought it would look cute :3

Her flute still has the power to create illusions, mirage is still her main and strongest power, but now she needs to focus on the illusion to keep it as realistic as possible. Her illusions are now much more realistic, when using her illusions she can almost warp reality enough to make her illusions semi-physical(like the phantom ruby ​​from Sonic forces) The more intense the illusion the more she needs to maintain focus.

She can also use camouflage, it's practically the ability to become invisible, but for that she would need to hold her breath. I based it on the fact that foxes are known to be sneaky, and with that Rena would be able to sneak past enemies without being noticed.

Like ladybug and Chat Noir, it also contains a special effect, this effect would be the hallucination effect, With that effect she would play a melody on her flute that would cause a mental confusion in the akumatized that would make them hallucinate for a few minutes until the music stopped. It's more of a distraction but depending on the akumatized it could very well be dangerous. More additions to powers can be added, like a Ktsune-based power or something like that. Tell me what other powers she could have.

As a character, Rena Rouge would be the type to play pranks on other heroes in her spare time such as on patrols and important meetings. She would be close to Ladybug and Chat Noir and would follow any of their orders, but at the same time respect their privacy when she could. She would always go out at night to investigate Hawkmoth alone, but would start to be accompanied by Chat Noir who would also go out at night to patrol alone.

She was always going to interrogate the akumatized about their conversations with Hawkmoth but didn't get much out of them. That is, until a whole group of villains appeared who seemed to be much stronger and had a greater connection to Hawkmoth, filling her with even more questions and leaving her exhausted from investigating.to the point that she couldn't even post anything on the blog, seeing it as something not very important anymore.

Much more is yet to be rewritten about Alya and Rena Rouge, stay tuned!

[vhstown]

42!MILES BOXING AU

a wiki-style post — by @vhstown <3

HELLO this is just some extra background info i came up with for the earth-42 boxing au i wrote about in my two-shot fic time out

all of the ideas in this post i came up with by myself! nothing to do with x reader this is just totally nerdy au rambling (how id envision this au in a comic book / fighting shonen etc)

i don't write fighting stories and im not a boxer so soz if any info is unrealistic i just be making this up fr. it's fiction have fun w it!

spoilers for the fic? i guess? i basically just mansplain EVERY little detail cuz i don't have the balls to write a series

a little contents page for your sanity:

KEY FIGURES: Miles G Morales "The Prowler" // Norman Osborn // Harry Osborn "The Green Goblin" // Wilson Fisk "Kingpin" // Adrian Toomes "The Vulture"

THE UNIVERSE AT LARGE: Boxing generations // Sports journalism // Human enhancement and experimentation // Boxing and the criminal underworld

KEY FIGURES

Miles G Morales / "The Prowler"

The big man himself! Started out boxing with his Uncle Aaron after his father's death as a way to cope and get closer to his uncle.

Aaron is pretty well-versed in boxing and likely competed back with the older generation of boxers in Earth 42. Likely fought alongside Miles' dad Jefferson too back in the day and that's why Miles takes particular interest.

Miles' mom is hesitant about letting him go to Las Vegas to compete (drawing parallels from 1610!Rio not wanting Miles to move out of state for college) but eventually gives in.

I think in this case aging up Miles would be appropriate considering he's fighting adults but who says a 15-17 year old can't take on fully grown adults (fiction!!!!)

Miles gains temporary fame after beating "The Vulture" who is an old generation boxer.

Miles wants to make his family proud and also take the opportunity to make money so his mom can live comfortably but obviously that goes wrong because his manager is...

Norman Osborn

One of the sport's big shots. Has a LOT of the industry under his influence and potentially rigs matches?

Miles' first manager — Osborn takes on Miles but later lets him go because he's not "worth" the investment (which has nothing to do with actually winning as you'll see later.)

Involved in illegal human enhancement and experimentation, particularly on:

Harry Osborn / "The Green Goblin"

The boxer that takes out Miles in one punch and gets Miles' contract nullified

No consistent fighting style, flimsy and appearing to be nothing like an actual boxer but his win streak is building like no other boxer.

He's juiced up on something 😭 This is one of the main plot points of the AU where boxers and other athletes are being experimented on to acquire "superhuman" qualities. Norman is basically experimenting on his own son (for reasons maybe similar to the canon Green Goblin? Perhaps because his son wanted to be a boxer but couldn't because of a degenerative disease.)

Motivation for Miles would be to fight him again but obviously he can't immediately after losing so he has to build up his wins again and so he goes to:

Wilson Fisk / "Kingpin"

Ex heavyweight boxer and champion, probably an older generation of boxers that came before all the experimental stuff and is now a manager and big-shot and rivals with Norman.

His main thing is rigging matches and earning money through betting systems that only he profits from.

Used to manage "The Vulture" who left his contract after being beaten by Miles.

Miles goes under a contract with him after Fisk takes an interest in his win against The Vulture, and now he's masked boxer (which is pretty uncommon I heard so he sticks out and becomes popular again pretty fast) with the ring name "the Prowler"

Miles very quickly realises that Fisk is shady and he decides to break through the rigged matches that he's meant to lose and win anyway which only builds his popularity and the people betting on him.

Fisk sees opportunity in this and decides to let Miles do his own thing so that he can take down his rival Norman Osborn when Miles finally fights against The Green Goblin again.

Adrian Toomes / "The Vulture"

Long-time boxer with an unbeatable win streak, lightweight champion. By the time Miles is fighting him he's on the brink of retirement but stubbornly fights him anyway only to lose.

More of a minor villain at the start however after being let go by Fisk he turns to Norman Osborn and his experimental technology to make a come back and hopefully face off with Miles Morales again.

THE UNIVERSE AT LARGE

A quick note on "generations" of boxers

Old generation = Aaron's boxing era, prime time to be a boxer more about the sport less about the money, fame, etc.

New/second generation = Includes the Sinister Six and experimental work and crime and the whole shebang. Miles experiences boxing through this generation.

Sports journalism

The Bugle is not only a source of everyday news but they have a department dedicated solely to sports journalism!

In my fic MJ is the one who reports on Miles' win however there's definitely Gwen Stacy potential! A rookie journalist doing an internship at the Bugle and might help out Miles on his boxing endeavours (or you could sneak in an x journalist!reader if you're cheeky.)

If you wanted to take a more classic Gwen route you'd probably involve her in the next thing which is:

Human enhancement and experimentation

Oscorp in some capacity would exist in this universe, likely using the front of a company that supports athletes and their development with their technology.

Osborn uses the company's power and tech to fuel the regeneration of his son Harry Osborn and puts him into boxing (as Harry wanted.)

This technology eventually branches out into other boxers in a new-generation of genetically modified boxers — also the opponents that Miles would have to fight, likely in the form of the Sinister Six (including The Vulture.)

All of the experimentations have weaknesses to them that Miles can take advantage of (e.g. The Green Goblin is only a threat if he can land a hit.)

Boxing and the criminal underworld

Miles Morales soon realises that boxing and the sports world in general is just a massive front for criminal activity.

As he fights more and more matches under Fisk he realises the true extent of not only Fisk's world but the entirety of the boxing world in this "second generation" of boxers.

Aaron quit boxing for this exact reason and him and Miles eventually work together to take it down.

Potential for Miles to be the regular Prowler here? It's pretty much open-ended so he could be written as a vigilante with his usual gear or as a fists-only fighting shonen protagonist.

May include some link as to why Miles' father died? I kept it pretty ambiguous in my fic so he could be a police officer or ex-boxer or whatever you'd like — point is, his father's death motivates Miles to take over the boxing sphere!

a note from me

hello hello this is vee! amateur writer and even more amateur athlete (im not an athlete at all 😭)

this is just a post of my personal ideas, again none of this is canon i just put a lil spin on the original villains

if you're going to write this please tag me because id love to see!!!!!!!! even if it's not related to anything in this post AT ALL if you write or draw anything to do with boxer miles please tag me i am Starving

none of these ideas are very refined and open to change / adaptation! feel free to tack on your own ideas too

i highly doubt anybody's read this but if you did i appreciate u 😭🙏

MAKE MORE ATSV AUS PLEASE (frothing at the mouth)

ill edit or reblog this with any other ideas i might have so this is subject to change i guess <3 have a good one

[shut-up-danny-kun]

My ratings of every Sherlock Holmes adaptation I've ever read/heard/watched

No idea why I'm doing this. I have two assignments due. Keep in mind my memory is not perfect and feel free to disagree.

Original stories and novels by Arthur Conan Doyle

Mysteries ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Characters ⭐⭐

I've read all of them, believe it or not. I was a bored kid. Conan Doyle really was a genius - to this day not a single adaptation has managed to surpass him in mystery construction. The adventures are unpredictable, believeable and very clever. As for characters...I love the original Holmes and Watson, but most others could be replaced by cardboard cutouts, and the besties themselves occasionally suffer from being Victorian. Doyle, like most of his contemporaries, is terrified of emotional honesty. But I'm willing to explain it away by saying it's Watson himself who doesn't want to bare his heart too much.

Additional stories by Adrian Conan Doyle

Mysteries ⭐⭐⭐

Characters ⭐⭐

Yep, that was Conan Doyle's son. Look...he tried. The spirit of the original is definitely there and he nails the characters, but main draw of the original stories - the mysteries - is not the same. They just aren't as clever! Holmes' deductions are too far-fetched, to the point where I sometimes want to tell him “yo Sherlock, that was bullshit right there”. Not worth a read. Sorry, kid.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson - the Soviet adaptation

Mysteries (same as original) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Characters ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Cinematography ⭐⭐⭐

Am I biased because of nostalgia? Highly likely. But I love this show with all my heart. My favorite Dr. Watson by a mile, and the Holmes is far more kind and calm than you're probably used to seeing. The chemistry between them is awesome (the actors were actually friends!!!). Even the most basic background characters are charming. The acting goes a bit more into theatre than I would like, though, and the small budget definitely shows, especially to a modern audience. And of course, they couldn't go to London, so they had to settle for other European cities, which just ain't it.

Guy Ritchie movies

Mysteries ⭐⭐⭐

Characters ⭐⭐⭐

Cinematography ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I'm glad they tried to put a little more sauce into the besties, but Watson ended up kind of unlikeable and Sherlock turned straight. I wouldn't have a problem with the latter if Irene Adler was interesting, and I'm pretty sure she did some crazy shit in those movies, but I barely remember her at all. Sad! The mysteries aren't that mindblowing, which is actually good because it's easy to lose track of what's going on when Guy Ritchie is Guy Ritchie-ing. Speaking of - it's a blockbuster, it looks and sounds amazing, but I don't find it particularly memorable.

The BBC Sherlock with Cumberbatch and Freeman

Mysteries ⭐⭐⭐

Characters ⭐⭐⭐

Cinematography ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This one is hard to rate because there is a big drop in quality in the middle of the show. I only really like the first two seasons. To them, I'd give 4 stars for mysteries and 5 stars for characters. But I can't just ignore the absolute shitshow that came after, can I? Okay, I can say one thing for certain: I love this show's visual style. I think it's the best way to portray Holmes' thinking, and the locations are so memorable and well-designed. The first two seasons were also funny as fuck. If the characters in Ritchie's adaptation can be too mass-market, here they all come with their own little...weirdnesses and annoyances, which sometimes make them more endearing (MOLLY HOOPER I LOVE YOU) and sometimes make me want to scream and tear my own hair out in a bad way (congratulations Martin Freeman, that's the worst anyone has ever done it).

Sherlock & Co. from Goalhanger

Mysteries ⭐⭐⭐

Characters ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

They made Sherlock Holmes into a podcast! Sherlock & Co. is the perfect modern-day adaptation because it does the same things that Doyle did - tunes into the Zeitgeist and connects the crimes to the anxieties of modern life! Ah, but Doyle is still unsurpassable. The only adaptation where I've been able to solve some mysteries before the big reveal, which, ironically, is disappointing. Incredible characters: loveable, complex, believable. Least homosexual adaptation despite being the most recent one. I don't mind at all, their friendship is adorable and Marianna is a great addition to the dynamic.

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Sweet bites

Castlevania Adrian (Alucard) vampire hunter D and reader

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My face flushed as I tugged the restraints holding my arms high above my head. Alucard smirked up at me and licked one nipple, long since peaked. His fangs grazed my skin as he sucked it into his mouth, and I moaned softly. From the other side I heard a low laugh just before D captured my lips and ravished my mouth. I welcomed his tongue eagerly, offering my own. When I tried to prick my tongue on one of his fangs he pulled away and gave the nipple on his side a sharp tug.

“Such a naughty little thing.” His scolding made me blush even harder but I grinned up at him.

“Maybe you should punish me.” I tugged the ropes binding my wrists and ankles. I wanted to shake my chest at him but Adrian gave me a sharp nip with his teeth that made me gasp.

“Does that hurt?” He teased me with the point of a single clawed fingernail pressed into the sensitive tip.

“God yes.” I whimpered, lifting my chest. “Do it again, please!”

D dropped his head and both men suckled, licking and teasing while I moaned. A few moments later both of them scraped to either side with sharp fangs. I felt D’s penetrate my skin first and let out a cry as I felt him begin to feed. With every draw on my blood he sucked my nipple into his mouth licking and scraping it with hungry tugs.

Adrian followed moments later, sliding his long canines into sensitive flesh slowly so I could feel every moment of penetration. I couldn’t form words by the time he too had pulled my nipple into his mouth. I strained towards both of them, lifting my chest, begging them to take more. Few things could make me come without ever touching myself but this was easily one, and both men were well aware.

Their hands roamed my body, touching where they pleased, but neither went near the place I longed for them to touch the most. My hips strained towards them, my cock lifting itself as if begging them to give it some attention. They moved all around it, even down to my thighs and beneath to grab my butt, but they refused to touch me there.

I whimpered as they released my nipples and pulled away. Adrian licked a trickle of blood that flowed down the middle of my chest up until he was high enough to kiss me. I could taste my blood on his lips along with the hunger in his kiss.

D nibbled a trail down my chest, wrapping his hand around the base of my cock and lifting it until it pointed at the ceiling above. When he kissed the tip I shuddered and lifted my hips again, but he wouldn’t be enticed into giving me more. The tip of his tongue teased the slit in the head of my cock, pushing until it entered just a little. I moaned around Adrian’s kiss. Lifting his head, D pressed the tip of his pinky to the opening. “Do you want me to put this inside of you?”

Adrian released my mouth so I could answer. I gasped and strained towards his finger but it wasn’t enough answer. “Y-yes!” I managed to gasp the words.

“Yes what?” Adrian prompted, teasing my nipple with one of his sharp nails again.

“Please… fuck my cock, D!” I groaned, straining towards him. I already had enough spilling from my cock that he wouldn’t need to add anymore. He obliged my by pressing slowly, and I got to watch his finger disappearing into the hole, stretching me open perfectly. He fucked me with it slowly, all while I strained for more. I felt a pinprick of pain from Adrian’s claw.

“I think he’s nearly ready.” Adrian remarked, leaning over my body to suck at the mark D had left.

“I am! I’m so ready. Please, fuck me both of you.” I begged, too aroused and desperate to come to give way to shame. “Please give me your cocks! Please! I need them so bad!”

Without removing his finger D bent down to lick my shaft. Adrian joined him, the two of them licking and kissed my like my cock was the greatest treat they’d ever been offered. The heat from Adrian’s mouth was incredible, and contrasted with D’s relatively cool temperature left me groaning and panting. Tears pricked my eyes. I needed to come so bad it was painful.

“Please…” I sobbed. “Adrian please, let me suck on you. I need you both so bad.” I looked at D with pleading eyes. “Please fuck me. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Anything?” D broke away to look up at me. His eyes glinted wickedly but I could only nod desperately. He put a hand on Adrian’s soft blond hair. “He did say anything.”

“So he did.” Adrian grinned.

I was treated to the sight of both men kissing each other hungrily then. Like the sun and the moon, black hair and blond hung together above me. D pulled his finger from my shaft and Adrian gripped the base, preventing me from coming just yet. Adrian moved up to my head and straddled me, offering me his long, thick shaft. I swallowed it down eagerly, sucking hard while he rocked his hips into my face. The taste was heaven itself, like nothing else I’d ever had and one I could never grow tired of.

So enraptured was I by the feeling of him using my mouth that I missed the sound of D applying oil to his own shaft until its thick head was pressing against my opening. I tried to open my legs more to ease his way inside but the ropes wouldn’t let me. He untied them deftly and I spread myself wide and relaxed my hole as much as I could. Even with that, he had to press hard to get it all inside and I let out a loud groan around Adrian’s cock at the stretch.

My own shaft strained even harder as he began stroking inside of me almost at once. I tried to press into D’s thrusts, but I was still restrained by my wrists and by Adrian’s weight where he pinned me to the bed. The blond knew just how fast to move to make sure I could breathe as he used my mouth like a fuck toy. I groaned and cried out around him as much as I could, knowing how much they loved the sound and because I simply couldn’t help it. D stroked the right spot inside me with every thrust of his hips and Adrian tasted like heaven in my mouth. I loved being fucked by these two gorgeous men and if not for Adrian’s warm, tight grip around my base I would have come at least twice already.

When Adrian’s rhythm began to falter I knew he was close. He groaned above me and I sucked all the harder. He spilled inside my mouth, filling it with his warm come. When I’d sucked out everything I could, he pulled back. I showed him the gift he’d given me before I let him watch me drink it down. He climbed off me so he could kiss me, D growled and began pounding my ass even harder.

The release of my cock from Adrian’s grip came without warning. I shot my load within seconds, crying out as pleasure made me blind and deaf to everything but the huge cock in my ass. I thanked them both,over and over while I begged D not to stop.

After I come that hard my body was bound to be sensitive. I knew this would be my punishment but I couldn’t help myself. D still hadn’t come, and even after I had spilled everything had onto my own chest he was relentless. I began to squirm again, my body overstimulated to just this side of pain. I shouted, I wiggled and clenched and tried to get away, but there was no escape. Until D had finished fucking me I was getting fucked no matter what. Adrian sucked my shaft into his mouth just to add to it all, and I felt tears fall from my eyes again. No matter which way I moved I couldn’t escape his mouth or D’s cock, and despite my cries I absolutely loved it.

The torture went on for only a few minutes, but it was long enough to make me come a second time. Adrian sucked it down this time, and D roared as he finally pumped my ass full of his come. I squeezed him, milking it out of him as much as I could despite my own exhaustion.

Afterwards both men crawled into bed with me. Adrian untied my hands but I couldn’t move. The two of them licked my chest, cleaning me up while my cock twitched. When they were down they helped me turn onto my side so I could lay on D’s chest. Adrian cuddled against me from behind. I fell asleep quickly nestled between the two men I loved most in any world.

[masterofrecords]

Angstober day 5: Do better

Blood Ties

“I told you not to come here.”

It was alright for them to visit each other’s homes, but her mixing up the personas, visiting him when he was Thobias and not Adrian? That was risky, and thoughtless.

“The boy knows,” she blurts out, thankfully quietly.

That gives him pause.

He locks the door, draws the curtains. The barrier, protecting from eavesdroppers, pushes out towards the walls, and only then he allows himself to let Adrian’s face bleed onto his.

“Come again?”

“That… clerk at old hag’s law firm. He found the lab.”

“I thought you said you’ve dealt with it,” he remarks, and her mouth twitches.

“He kept digging even after being told to drop it. I don’t know – he’s young and… upright, I guess.”

“How remarkable.”

He can tell she’s getting frustrated that he doesn’t seem to be sharing her urgency, but in truth, he has no reason to be worried. The only thing connecting him to the lab is Margaret herself. The boy is her problem.

After all, Adrian knows nothing about alchemy, or the occult. He’s made sure those were other faces. Adrian is barely anybody, too busy mourning his parents untimely deaths.

“Look, lend me someone for a few nights, I’ll get rid of him. I’m sure he hasn’t told anyone, it’ll be fine, I just need some extra support – he’s on his guard now, and I heard he’s s decent fencer.”

She’s running her fingers along the seam of her skirt, too nervous for the kinds of things she’s saying.

“What are you not telling me?” he asks, and she shudders under his gaze before straightening out.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll fix it,” she insists, but she’s not a good enough liar, and he knows her too well.

“What are you not telling me?” he asks once more. With someone else, he might have made effort to put in some emphasis.

With her, just the repetition is enough.

Still, she hesitates.

“He has the book,” she says quietly, as if hoping he wouldn’t hear.

It’s not fatal, of course. He has contingencies – he’s seen the full description; worst case scenario, he will force himself into remembering. But the enormity of her blunder is…

He looks at Margaret again. He’s long since thought of her as just Margaret at this point, but perhaps there was some lingering affection in the way he’s let her stay even as she grew sloppier in her work, as his own strength soared far beyond needing her.

That boy though…

Strong, righteous, persistent. Adrian’s thoughts go back to the dark throne hidden underground, to the kind of blood it thirsts after.

“Don’t kill him, bring him to me,” he orders her, and her too-expressive face turns angry.

“He’s not some nobody that won’t be missed!” she hisses. “Why?”

He ignores her question and repeats, “Don’t kill him. Figure something out, fake his death – I don’t care, just get it done. And move the lab. The warehouse is empty for now, use that.”

She wants to argue, and he again conjures Thobias’s red hair and five-o-clock shadow to let her know the conversation is over.

Last chance for her to do better.

After all, he’s running out of other blood relatives to offer to the hellfire.

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It might look like I'm behind, but technically I have 6 pieces written as of today, I just ended up writing tomorrow's one instead of today's. It... makes sense with the in-universe timeline. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to post both...

And for now, more Adrian and Margaret (or: how this nephew-aunt relationship ends): Awakening, Tools Discarded and Broken

[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams

And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old

Well I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I hope so

Modest Mouse, Ocean Breathes Salty

Home is more than just four walls and a floor. It’s a gap in the clouds, the smell of warm bread, breath tickling the back of your neck. It’s a soft shirt worn through at the elbows and armpits. It’s steel and grease and above all it’s

One foot in front of the other. Come on. We’re almost there.

Adrian Toomes x Reader. A light sprinkling of smut, a pinch of gore, but nothing too serious. This is an experiment in style; it was simultaneously frustrating and exhilarating to write.

———

One: prism.

What do you think is out there among the stars? Ice and dust and the remains of satellites that strayed too far from home?

Maybe, but remember: there are also many worlds. Some sparkle with a rain of diamonds, some are lush and green. And some are mirrors to our own.

The moon and the earth remember each other. They dance to music that can only be heard in the quiet at the very edge of the atmosphere. They remind us that to be broken is natural, inevitable; they remind us that there is beauty in the remaking.

Tension floats oil-slick through his veins and you bleed it from him, working knotted muscles until he hums and reaches out a hand. ‘S good. His flannel’s hanging loose from your shoulders and the open cuff tickles his neck; his hand around your wrist is warm, callused, iron-strong. Get down here, he says, and chuffs when you land on his chest.

What’re you gonna do now?

Whatever I want. Maybe even sleep at night, for a change.

This is the morning after fate nudged Adrian Toomes a little harder than it might’ve otherwise done, leaving its bone-deep prints all down his back. The sun rises just the same, but he sees it from the other side for once; he watches light filtering through the curtains and blinks away his dreams.

At some point he’ll probably be out underneath his station wagon tinkering with something or other; that kid— what’s his name? Thomas or Paul or some other apostle— anyway, the kid’s been hanging around with Liz and Adrian’s been pulling the protective papa routine, making it known in no uncertain terms what’ll happen if his baby girl gets hurt.

(Come on, kid. You’ll be driving soon enough, and if you’re gonna be taking my girl anywhere you’d better know how to change a tire at least.)

When the days are long, Adrian soaks up the sun like a cat, sweat beading on his brow and rolling down the knobs of his spine. He says he’d like to fly over the Grand Canyon someday and let the wind carry him along— it’s cold up there when you’re moving fast; seasons don’t matter so much, long as it isn’t storming— but it isn’t gonna happen, not with how sharply he draws the line between his work and the rest of him.

You can still dream about it, though.

You dream of being in the air with him, tucked beneath his jacket, moving as he moves, puppeted by the shift and roll of his body in flight. The sun sets in the East and he’s saying let’s go break something. I want to see some blood that’s not my own. His arms are yours and you are many-limbed, crackling with potential, sharp with the smell of metal. You fall and he lets you go but it isn’t an ending— it isn’t betrayal or fear or how could you— but rather it’s like learning to swim, like being thrown from the diving board with a come on, you can do it. Let’s see you rise.

When you wake the bed is empty; there’s that momentary stab of alone alone alone where did he go, but the smell of breakfast drifts in; there’s the clink of forks on dishes and Adrian is there with a towel thrown over one shoulder and a plate in his hand; the kids are chattering about some minor drama in robotics club. Wondered when you’d join us, he says but there’s a softness to his words, a gentle mischief underscored by the briefest stroke of his little finger against your palm.

He’s falling, Icarus by moonlight, gears and bolts and bits of molten steel trailing in his wake. When he hits the ground, sand flies up and rains back down as shards of glass. He’s all blood and wire and the grind of bone on bone, but his eyes are clear and he is laughing. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Either way, you have to play the game.

The kid— Peter— hides himself well but he’s still filled with the hubris of the young; he knows about mortality in an abstract way and sometimes dreams of suffocation, of dust on his tongue, but it’s all so far away with morning light streaming in through the bay windows. He talks through mouthfuls of toast and jam, drawing schematics in the air; he knocks his juice glass off the table and catches it just a bit too quickly. Adrian sees because he sees everything; tension runs across his shoulders and down his arm before he shakes it loose with a flick of his dishtowel. Careful, he says.

(Yessir. I’ll be careful.

Come on out to the workshop. I’ve got something for you.

No— no way, Mr T. No fuckin way.

Language, son.)

Adrian takes it slow; he savors the taste of you, stroking his thumbs down the inside of your thighs. Watch out. A man could get used to this.

It’s yours when you want it. Just— fuck, do that again— just

It’s over and done, he mouths against you; he pulls back with his face shining wetly clear up to his eyes. I intend to enjoy my retirement, and right now that means— whatever he might’ve said is swallowed up by tongue and teeth and the way he’s got you seeing stars, but you hear it all the same. Right now it means you and me and all your thoughts lost to the wind. Lie back, honey, ‘cause I’m gonna take my time.

Adrian rolls his sleeves to the elbow; summer’s here in all its muggy humid misery and so he’s out in the workshop earlier and earlier each day. Got some new power cells in. Pete and I are gonna see if we can get that old junker running. He rises from the edge of the bed and runs a hand over your belly. Crew’s coming by tonight.

Don’t tell me you’re gonna—

Now, don’t you worry your pretty head, honey. I’m just consulting. There’s no job sweet enough to bring me out of retirement.

Do they know that?

A pause. Yeah.

Okay. But if you end up on the news it’d better be for winning the science fair or rescuing kittens or something.

(Well, would you look at that.

Oh shit, I can’t believe it’s working, does this mean I can drive—

What’d I say about watching your language, kid? When you get your license we can talk about it.)

You don’t have to ask him how’d it go because it’s there in the tight line of his shoulders, in the way his hand closes white-knuckled on his glass and oh, no. Tell me you didn’t.

No, but it was a near thing. You’d best stay close to home for a few days; some people don’t take kindly to being told ‘no.’

Hey. He’s warm under his shirt, warmer still when you get his belt open. Don’t worry about me. Plenty to do around here. It’ll blow over, right? And if he doesn’t answer, it must be because he’s too busy brushing his lips openmouthed over yours, breathing in that shuddery way that says let me forget myself in you.

(Hey, Mr T.

You ever gonna stop calling me that?

Probably not. I mean, yeah, but like. It’s already kinda stuck in my brain, y’know?

What do you want?

Dunno. I mean. What do you do when you have a big secret? It feels like it’s gonna bust out of your skin, or maybe— but you can’t, I mean—

You’re worried about hurting someone.

I— yeah.)

He comes home with blood on his collar, and when you meet him at the door his hands are so gentle on you, so careful, but his knuckles leave the smell of copper on your cheek. It’ll blow over, alright, yeah, like a hurricane.

[mediumtires]

how does Adrian shape up in 7yrs? He’s so attached to Christian’s side he could have not not known, like,,,, speculation abt it or engineer gossip or walking in on them on accident or smthing

Did Adrian look at Toto and go “goddamn it Christian”

ohhh i’m so fond of adrian big brain newey.

i think i mentioned this somewhere at some point but honestly not even i can remember. i think it was in copper and wool.

adrian, jonathan and paul knew. dietrich too. helmut didn’t. i like to imagine christian tried to be sneaky about things but adrian’s office is literally across from his and it’s all glass walls at red bull and they’ve known each other for what, 17 years now? so at some point hushed phone calls and smiling at text messages and going home on time became harder and harder to hide. i don’t know if anyone knows this video but there’s a moment where christian gets a phone call from a no caller id and he goes “this is either bernie. or……… the other half” which is obviously a non-gendered term. in my mind it’s obviously toto calling :) obviously :)

but Adrian definitely knew and he was probably one of the first people to find out. he has a very no bullshit straight to the point kind of vibe so i imagine he kind of just. sighed and went “well you know best. but you seem happier and you’re smiling more and as long as you don’t share trade secrets or take pictures of my drawing board i guess i’m ok with it”.

and then he proceeded to become best buddies with toto :) and now every time toto wants to piss christian off he tries to recruit adrian by sending him a multi million dollar offer with a note attached that reads “tell my husband to unload the dishwasher next time or i won’t pick up his dry cleaning anymore”

[neonthewrite]

Gilded Birdcage

Today's prompt is "Bird", and really the only thing that comes to mind for that one is Adrian, specifically Adrian from a trust AU that I don't think @creatorofuniverses and I have elaborated on that much. The Doppelganger AU has some artwork out there ... and also one other bit of writing that has nothing to do with where Adrian is in the AU. So this could probably be taken mostly standalone!

Poor Adrian.

~~~

Adrian can’t count the days he’s spent in that golden cage. It’s usually hard to focus on something for too long. His attention always fractures, fluttering to something else, especially the few tokens and baubles in the cage with him. The gentle swaying of the cage doesn’t help, hanging from a hook on the ceiling of the witch’s traveling cart. She has a lot of fancy things to catch the eye, feathers and furs and trinkets and cloth. The cart is an explosion of colors inside and out, wherever they go.

She trades these things, hands them all back and forth amidst friendly conversations, words that he knows in his rapidly-beating heart that he understands and yet struggles to parse or remember. He has tried to speak to her curious customers too. His voice comes out in delicate whistles and chirps, a new song every time that never matches what he wants to convey. They smile in fascination at him. Tell him he is so pretty, yes he is, and what a fine little helper he is to his witch.

Indeed, his songs draw attention, though not the kind he sometimes wishes. No one looks at him and sees someone in need of help. They see a pretty little bird, perched in a pretty little cage, singing a pretty little song. It brings customers close enough for the witch to strike up a conversation with them, really; that’s why she hangs his cage by the window when she goes into town to open up her cart. A witch with an endearing little songbird promises interesting wares, if nothing else.

One or two have tried to buy him before. They hold out very shiny things, and lots of them, while pointing at his cage where it hangs by the cart’s window. His witch never accepts these offers.

He’s mine, she always says, and for some reason those words don’t give him the same trouble the others do. He’s mine, forever and always.

Certainly, he is cared for, as well as one might expect someone to care for a small bird. His feathers, the palest yellow, always have a healthy shine to them. He has several perches in his gilded cage, ones that feel nice on his feet when he grips them. The witch gives him berries and greens and, occasionally, seeds. He isn’t sure why, but these things always delight him, filling him with excitement when offered.

He hasn’t always been this way. He doesn’t know when it happened. He hasn’t always had wings; once upon a time he had hands, just like the humans he sees in great numbers most days. He had long legs, he had front facing eyes. He … he’d been a human before. Trying to remember it only gives him a kaleidoscope of confusing memories.

~~~

He brings a book of blank paper to the woods. His fingers smudge with charcoal. The image of the forest is suddenly repeated on the paper.

She smiles at him. Where did she come from? She smiles so wide, her eyes big and delighted.

He’s dwindling. The world grows larger. He looks to her for help but that smile remains.

He’s small and confused. The grass stands over him. He stumbles, something is wrong with his legs. His heart beats so rapidly it’s all he can feel, the fluttering in his chest. He again tries to ask for help. Only whistles come out.

He runs. He stumbles. He shoots out his hands to catch himself‒he doesn’t have hands. In their place, wings.

Wings! I’m a… the thought falls away from him like rain off a window. He doesn’t understand. The world looks so different.

She’s coming closer. She’s still smiling. Where did she come from?

You’re mine, she tells him as she stoops over him. Mine forever and always. She reaches for him. Her hand is bigger than his body now.

He has wings. He can fly away. Adrian spreads those wings, entirely new to him, and flutters into the air. It feels wrong. He can’t move them the right way. He has tail feathers now, too. They don’t cooperate. He doesn’t get very far. A hand closes around him.

~~~

Adrian doesn’t really have other memories beyond those. He can’t make much sense of them, either. They always feel present, yet distant, something he could hold onto without fully knowing why.

He sings when she asks. Even when he doesn’t feel like singing, it warbles out of him, a little tune from the golden bird in the golden cage. She’s a proud witch; she’s happy with him. When she closes up the cart for the night, she murmurs nice words at him.

Sometimes she even opens up the cage and lets him hop onto her offered finger. She whistles with him, strokes the crest feathers atop his head with a fingertip. It feels nice, especially when he’s molting (he molts from time to time now, and it’s agonizingly itchy). She loves him. She tells him so, and he understands. Then she closes him in the cage again with that same delighted smile he remembers. It’s hard to be afraid of that smile anymore. The memory is so old, though he’s unsure exactly how old. Surely he doesn’t have it completely right.

He’s only a bird, after all. He can’t be expected to remember things perfectly.

He’s hers. Hers forever and always.

[sylviesnrmts]

My favourite things about Ace Attorney :>

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ

~ Part 1 ~ Relationships

Narumitsu. // >:) It's my favourite ship ever atm, they bring me so much joy ahhh (I have thought about them non stop for 4 months omg)

Mia Fey x Lana Skye // In college they dated and or explored each others bodies so to speak. (not actual but that's my hc) (Also there's rlly good fanfics on ao3 that take place in a timeline where Mia didn't get conked and Lana didn't get Ganted which r rlly wholesome.)

The sheer intensity of Godot's love for Mia. // That is true passion.

Ron and Desirée DeLite // THE STRAIGHT COUPLE EVER. This is real love! At points you wonder if Dessie is just with him because he’s rich but no! She just really loves him. 🧡

Franmaya // Very swaggy. Wholesome and I LIVE FOR THE FANDOM INTERPRETATIONS OF THEM!! 🫶🫶

Klapollo // I haven't played Apollo Justice but I eat minor spoilers for breakfast. Klavier just decides from first sight. That is the one. "I've never felt this way about a man" And he just flirts with the short king while Apollo is oblivious but also is madly in love IDK AGAIN I HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME YET BUT I AM IN LOVE WITH THEM. (THE SHIP)

Faraskye // So cute, idk much about Kay Faraday but their designs together r rlly cute and I've seen a few edits of them which r rlly wholesome. 🫶

Doug Swallow.. x Feenie. // I read a fanfic about them and da bunch of objection.lols and I'm ngl they grew on me.

Maggey x Gumshoe // The age gap is iffy to me but they are extremely wholesome. (Weenie lunchboxes, anyone? :3)

Adrian x Franziska // They are similar, that's for sure. I can't help but feel the perverse power dynamic though that would likely be their undoing. Or maybe, They could change each other for the better. Adrian lets Franzy get more acquainted with her softer side, and Franzy teaches Adrian to be stronger and more confident! Ok now I have to write a fic about that. Feel free to use that idea, my treat.

April May x Ini Miney // I saw some fanart of them on Pinterest 😼 They both got a bit of an act goin, but they r very cute.

Dahlia Hawthorne/ Melissa Foster x April May // April and Ini's acts, dialled up to 11. I read a really good fic of them. I drew them too and I would do it again :)

Franziska x Ema Skye // (As adults) Pretty wholesome ngl.

Mia x Lana x Godot. // I dub them the hottest polycule in anime. This is assuming that Lana isn't lesbian (likely story.) and we would have to do some timeline gymnastics to give these three a happy ending but I think they would make a very good poly ship :)

Lana x Angel x Mia // Kinda popular on Tumblr, actually. (I just remembered I am ON TUMBLR right now...) Very cute. I want to draw them.

(I had a rainbow sherbet mother energy drink today 🤤 It tastes like nerds, would recommend.)

Edgeworth and Franziska siblings // They are bouncing in my head like a screensaver constantly. I love Sound the turnabout melody because it shows us how much love Franzy has for Miles.

“Why’d you go and dress him (Miles’ dog) up?”

“I thought it would make you smile..” IMSOBBING

And when Miles becomes Manfred’s disciple, Franziska is off to the side, literally in the shadows. But what does she do? The sweet girl who wants nothing more than to follow in her beloved papa’s footsteps and become a great prosecutor, watching as her papa gives his attention to the boy he took in as his own? She gives that boy the biggest smile she can muster. Her little head is filled with nothing but love and admiration.

Even as an adult, Franziska admires Miles. Her main motivation for even BEING in the second game revolves around him. It is made clear that she isn’t going after Phoenix because of her father, but because of Miles. She believed that Phoenix was the reason for Miles choosing death, and she was NOT going to let him get away with it. (I will add more later, I could go on about them for hours.)

Ema and Lana Skye // I think about them at least once a day, let Lana go see her sister PLEASE she's done her time ok let my girls be happy and investigate together... 🙏 anyway Lana risked and lost so so much to protect Ema..

Dahlia and Iris Hawthorne // Iris loves her sister so very much. Dahlia sees her as dirt. Been thinking abt them alot today. Iris was willing to help with Dahlia’s schemes despite not being evil herself.

Phoenix and Maya sibling relationship // They will forever be siblings to me lel.

By extension I feel like Mia and Phoenix were like family cuz they were like 🥲 all they had

Signal samurai trio // Especially as kids they r so fcking CUUUUTETETTEEE give me lifeee

Also narumitsu art where they are kids makes me so happyyyy cuz they r so!! adorable!! <3

Phoenix and Trucy being father and daughter // 🥲 Phoenix, can.. Will u be my father too? 🙏 (father issues) They are the adhd dad & adhd daughter representation we need but ya'll aren't ready for that information. (Direct quote from a post I made on my main 💀💀)

Gumshoe and Edgeworth friendship. // Trust. They have their own ways of showing their respect for each other 😭 but they work very well together and r close even if they don't act like it! (Or if Gumshoe's salary reflects it. 😭)

MIA AND MILES’ DYNAMIC. // I love how many interpretations there are of these two’s relationship. For one we got them being besties. I love this and yes I have drawn art of it. Then theres them hating each other’s very guts. This is reasonable! Also interesting. I wish we were able to see Mia’s reaction to the reason Phoenix became a lawyer. That would be very interesting. Anyway they live in my mind. Novice bimbos forever <3

Phoenix and Franziska friendship // When they manage to tolerate each other they r very cute and fun!

Trucy and Franzy auntie and niece relationship // This one is specifically because of the "How to court a fool in three months" fanfic. But they work so well together and I rlly want to see more ppl to utilize them :)

Miles and Gregory Edgeworth // All the art and posts about them are so very wholesome and Gregory seemed like a great dad. (I can't wait to learn more about him in AAI :3)

Manfred VK and Miles Edgeworth //

Drops this and runs but I run into a pole and get knocked unconscious 😵‍💫 I posted this btw 😵‍💫

Will be adding more cuz VK fam r the only thoughts in my brain rn.

Larry Butz.. and Maya Fey.. but their relationship is that of a fun uncle and silly niece. // This one may need some explaining. This is very much projection cuz these two remind me of me and my uncle (literally the funniest dude I know) Well not actually my uncle but a family friend. But yk.

Then I played... 😡 trials and tribulations 😡 And this bitch ass Butz was flirting with Maya! WTF?! Was that necessary?? Did anyone laugh at that? No! I could write a whole essay on how Larry's character got obliterated throughout the trilogy. He went from one of my favourite characters, to me actually cheering a little when he had something bad happen. (I still love him tho and choose to pretend that he doesn't become a shell of himself after the first game.)

(“Not exactly a friend… but yes, I know him” Cracked me tf up. Deserved lmao.)

---Not plot relevant spoilers for bridge to the turnabout ---

Going off from that I want to touch on Larry and Pearls friendship. // This had potential! Just kidding! It was ruined from before they even saw each other. Larry hears Pearl over the phone and goes "oH wHaT a CuTiEeE!" in a weird way. My c*nt that is a whole 8 year old child. But if we IGNORE THAT GRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I like in the anime adaptation of farewell my turnabout, Larry is rlly nice to Pearl :) And in bridge to the turnabout, this could be a hot take but I think the whole 'loser shack' thing was hilarious. Larry was so enthusiastic and boisterous and Pearl was just like yeah guess I'm here.. and as soon as Phoenix comes around she turns her full attention to him. Idk I just thought that whole exchange was charming.

--- Spoilerz over ---

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-- Hints at sexual shit ahead if you don't want to read that then all g — I removed some cuz idk 😭

These ones are just for shits and gigs.

Phoenix and Larry college situationship. // Had to throw a bit of a curveball at ya. I don't fucking know why this is in the back of my head but it is.

Ema and Franziska // This was from like one person on twitter or Tumblr but I like it. Bitter exes, get it. 💅

If by some miracle Edgeworth isn't a virgin (and also isn't asexual of course!) by the time he actually gets with Wright then I think he would do it with Gumshoe or agent Lang. Trust. I refuse to believe he would ever think about a woman that way 😭 And also the man's just married to his work he don't got time for that.

But why Lang gotta go around telling him to be a good little pretty boy or whatever the fuck gay stuff he says to him. (I have only seen a few screenshots, I have yet to meet Lang in the game 💀💀)

Anyway I just had to get that out there lmao. Don't take this too seriously 🤣

That's all for now! I was typing this for about 2 hours longer than I expected. Anyway please share your thoughts in the comments or tags!

Have a great day or night and if it is night then... please go to sleep. (5:22am 😻) Goodnight

Update:

Stfu tryna give people advice on when to sleep when I pulled an all nighter this week and got very disoriented the next night or maybe the night after (last night?!) because the last 48 hours had merged together to form a blur 😭

[snezfics-n-shit]

Sicktember Day 26: [Allergic] Conjunctivitis

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Larry Butz, Franziska von Karma, Adrian Andrews Notes: The “[allergic]” part is my own addition because if you’re squeamish like me (no shame in that), what’s often called conjunctivitis or “pink eye” is kind of an uncomfortable image so I wanted that clarification out of the way. Allergic conjunctivitis is just the “official” name for allergy symptoms in the eyes. I lasted these many days, I think I should be allowed to bend the rules just a little as a treat. Larry gets his time in the spotlight because I love him. He’s staying at Franziska and Adrian’s house (believe it or not he doesn’t live there, though) and has managed to give Adrian quite the scare upon his return from running some errands. There’s established married Fradrian and set post-SoJ purely for timeline purposes, as always. If you like the things I write, I always appreciate reblogs and comments; they really make my day!

     The nearly ten years of friendship Larry and Franziska shared taught the two a lot about each other. There were important things, like Franziska and Adrian requiring the utmost privacy and quiet whenever either of the couple said even insinuated designating an evening as a Date Night, which Larry had accidentally neglected to respect when he needed help using the air fryer. There were also small things, like Larry’s vehement denial of having any interest in the celebrity ballroom dancing show that was frequently on the Andrews’ household TVs was merely a façade he would put on before secretly enjoying the show from the corner of the room. 

At this point, there was no sense in the friends hiding anything from each other. Various life details often found themselves sprinkled in when sharing embarrassing anecdotes involving Phoenix or Miles, too. That said, while hiding information was never a problem, there was always the rare instance of things that Larry would just forget. 

Over the past two weeks, Larry and Franziska had actually been in a sort of lightning round of sharing information vital to have on record for an upcoming collaborative project they had planned. Adrian contributed as well, but her role would have more of an impact later on. There were even some things Larry didn’t consider important to this at all, like his higher education transcripts, that made it into the almighty manilla folder Franziska had been filling with more papers than Larry thought possible to fit in there. 

This diligence on Franziska’s part was probably why Larry could feel his heart sink into his stomach as Adrian frantically led him into the living room as a visual aid for expressing her worries to her wife. 

“What in the world…!?” Franziska made a face perfectly blending confusion and disgust. 

Larry didn’t think he looked that bad, though.

“Do I need to disinfect everything?” Adrian wondered aloud, fretting. “I’ve never seen pink eye before, so…” 

So that’s what this was about. Thankfully, Larry knew well enough that pink eye was not the problem here, and he trusted Franziska to know the same.  Unfortunately, that still meant Adrian was drawing attention to the considerable swelling and visual irritation of Larry’s eyes, something he didn’t realize would be that easy to notice. 

“I don’t believe that to be the case, sweetie.” Franziska spoke calmly, soothing Adrian rather efficiently. She stood up to approach Larry to better assess the situation. “What were you doing to get yourself like that?” 

“Does it really batter?” Larry was about to rub his eyes, but was stopped by Franziska’s superior reflexes when she grabbed onto his hand at what felt like lightning speed. “It’s dot that big of a deal.” 

“It is a ‘big deal’ when you make Adrian worry like she’s doing now.” Franziska firmly lectured him. “You will not put my wife through any more of this and you will provide an explanation for the allergic response you have on full display.” 

“Allergic response?” Adrian repeated quietly. “It’s just allergies?”

“Yeah, like I said–” Larry started before being promptly interrupted.

“Yes.” Franziska nodded. “If you recall, Larry Butz, you were to inform me of every flaw in your health record. Considering the combined efforts of the three of us to keep this house impeccably clean and the gardens’ intentional lack of the flora you explicitly described as giving you trouble while living in France, I am of the firm belief that you are withholding valuable information from both me and Adrian.” 

When Franziska put it like that, it almost sounded like Larry was hiding something on purpose, but in his defense, the cause of his current symptoms was something he frequently allowed himself to forget. It was only just last year when his introduction to a litter of puppies born in the home of a fellow writer went awry, something he had never experienced before. Maybe there was a bit of denial, since the dogs Larry had met in recent years were just so friendly it would be hard to just stop welcoming all that love, but Larry could swear on his life that he would never purposely pretend he forgot about his newly developed allergies. If Franziska needed someone to blame, she should take things up with Larry’s subconscious. 

“Oh, I don’t think Larry would do this on purpose.” Adrian’s defense prompted a look of sincere gratitude from Larry; well, it was as sincerely grateful as he could manage in his face’s current state. 

“Yeah! What she said!” Larry agreed, punctuated by some sniffling. “You see, I was picki’g up food for Shoe like you asked for, and there were just the cutest puppies brought by the local dog shelter…” 

“Puppies did this to you?” Franziska sounded either puzzled or in shock of what she might have perceived as a great weakness on Larry’s part; Larry wasn’t actually sure of which. 

“Hey, dod’t put it that way! They’re just babies!” 

“That’s not–” Franziska stopped herself and pinched the bridge of her nose with a heavy sigh. “Just… Please explain why you waited for us to see you in this miserable state before you said anything.” 

“I’b dot biserable.” The congestion heavily affecting Larry’s voice did a poor job in supporting that claim, especially when followed by a thick sniffle. “I swear I just forgot.”

“Larry Butz, you are very lucky that Adrian and I have known you well enough for us to find that claim credible.”  Franziska finally let go of Larry’s hand and pulled out a pouch of pocket tissues from the pocket of her very comfortable loungewear sweatpants. The irony of the pouch having a puppy theme design was not lost on any of the three occupying the room. “Now, blow your nose, and most importantly: do not rub your eyes simply because your dominant hand is out of my grasp.” 

“Alright, alright.” Larry grumbled as he followed Franziska’s command. The tissues were really soft. Maybe if he used these tissues to tend to the lingering itch…

“Don’t even think about it!” Franziska scolded.

Was Larry that predictable? He looked at his left hand steadily lifted near his eye while holding onto a fresh tissue… Maybe he was. 

“I’m really sorry, guys. I’m completely honest when I say–... K'ttchshiun!! Ht'sshhiiu!! Kk'sshhnn!!” Those sneezes actually felt pretty good compared to the ones that plagued Larry at the pet store an hour ago. That last little bit of dander must have been on its way out, he figured.

The duet of barely stifled giggles from both Franziska and Adrian in response to Larry’s sneezes seemed to greatly lighten the mood. 

“Adorable.” Adrian let the word slip out.

“I told you about that, didn’t I?” Franziska didn’t even attempt to whisper to Adrian. 

“So, uh, I’m forgiven, right?” Larry hoped any unintentional interruption from asking that didn’t ruin his chances altogether.

“For this offense?” Franziska pretended to need a moment to think, struggling to suppress the amused smile on her face. “Yes. Especially given the improvement of Adrian’s mood.” She blew a kiss to her wife after saying that. “Now, I will fetch you a damp cloth and some antihistamines.”

“Aw, thanks, Franzy.”

“However,” Franziska added sternly, “should Adrian tell me you were rubbing your eyes again, I will use you to give my whip a proper send-off before its planned retirement!”

Larry knew then that he had better be careful from now on.

[askadrianalucardtepes]

I accidentally read a paragraph of smut with Alucard and now I have to wash my eyes. I have nothing against it but it's too much for me. (Besides, I'd doubt he'd be crude in any situation, the man's a gentleman.) So I'd like to request, if you wish, of course, a oneshot funny and perhaps a bit snarky and yet wholeseom (and aroace) about Alucard finding some... Explicit literature and poking classy fun at it with his friends. Like a gentleman.

[OOC] Hey, sorry, I won't be able to help you with this I'm afraid. I really don't feel comfortable with these kinds of topics. Even just to affirm Alucard's orientation in a lighthearted way in this situation, I'd rather not touch it at all. The fact I am very uncomfortable with NSFW topics (being a sex-repulsed arospec and ace person) and would like not to imagine Alucard in such situations is the reason for my number 1 rule, after all.

Additionally, I am not a writer and don't take requests. I'm a roleplayer, cosplayer and artist, but nothing more than that. Requests for anything (that isn't roleplay) would take up far too much time for me, but especially something like writing which I don't do. Best I can do is art commissions if anyone wants me to make something for them.

I understand where you come from with this and I'm sure other people may be able to help you with it, but I'd rather not be reminded of stuff like Alucard smut. I've got those tags blocked already, I avoid it like the plague. I'm not mad at you nor do I think you meant any of this maliciously, but I just wanted to be clear for everyone that I 1. Don't take requests for anything and 2. don't want to do anything related to explicit topics with regards to Alucard.

I'm very sorry if this comes off as harsh or anything, I really don't want to seem mean or angry about it. It's just a trigger point for me unfortunately (which I found out the hard way). I do hope you can find what you seek elsewhere! Or if you want to pay for a drawing, contact me for an art commission. :)

Much love to you, Adrian

[mystiika]

@cxldblxxded asked: ❛ How badly do you want me? ❜ ( normal k questions ) meme: subtle smut

just putting the whole thing under a read more at this point lol

adrian found himself seeking solace in some washroom too far from the commotion of the set for him to be found. he was exhausted. the shoot kept being delayed by his unfortunate co-star — a woman named michelle who chases as persistently after him as she is terrible at remembering her lines. she can act well enough if she even gets that far, but between that & her following after him like a lost puppy, it was no wonder adrian needed a break from it all. besides, its not like they'd need him back for another hour at this rate. but already he was half past 10 & he'd already missed his dinner with k. ❝ thanks for chatting with me. i called because i missed your voice but somehow i think this made it worse, ❞ he finally says, eyes closed as he leans his temple on the cool wall beside him. surely its silly how difficult he finds it to be away from k ( but he can't be bothered to care ). ❝ buuut, ❞ his eyes open again as a small smirk upticks the corners of his mouth, ❝ i can think of a way you can help me miss you a little less.... hey, baby, what are you wearing right now? ❞ even though he knows k won't clue in yet. ❛ clothes. ❜ comes k's simple answer. ❝ can you be more specific? ❞ adrian's tone inches towards sultry. ❛ oh, um— the red & yellow striped shirt with the buttons that you got, some blue jeans. fuzzy socks. ❜ ❝ i see. that's too bad. i was hoping you were wearing a little less, i want to listen to you touching yourself. is that okay? ❞ of course he knows it is, but he wants to hear k say it for himself. ❛ if i can listen to you as well, of course. ❜ ❝ well, that can be arranged. ❞ already he'd been using bluetooth, freeing up both his hands the moment he places his phone aside. his fingers deftly unbuckling his pants & adrian lets out a shuttered breath as he feels his cock hardening where he presses against it with his palm. ❝ come on, kandirarak, ❞ adrian draws out, slipping in a few toned sighs of his own sprinkled in. ❝ i want to hear every. little. noise. you make. ❞

adrian tugs his cock free from his boxers, leisurely stroking it to its full height, littering the almost silence with shaky breaths & moans. then among the sounds adrian heard coming from k's end, ❛ how badly do you want me? ❜ the words alone make his cock twitch with newly added pressure. ❝ terribly, ❞ he breathes. ❝ i want you so bad i can barely stand it... ❞ adrian's almost whimpering, playing up his desperation ( but only barely ), ❝ i want your lips on mine... your teeth on my neck... your weight pressing me against whatever surface you want. ❞ just talking about it was already turning him on. ❝ don't you want to make me feel good, baby? ❞ he eggs himself on. ❝ because i want you to, ❞ adrian adds, almost like he's begging. ❝ i wish you were here... kissing me senseless, & touching me. god i want you to touch me right now... i'd move your hand onto my dick, & put my hand one yours so we could jerk each other off, maybe while you suck on my chest... ❞ his own hand sliding under his shirt to grope his peck, rubbing & pinching his nipple while he pictures k doing it with his teeth & tongue. ❝ just hearing your voice, your breathing, your moans... fuck... you sound so hot... ❞ as if adrian wasn't 10x as noisy. ❝ i want to make you feel good too though, i can't have all the fun... so... if i was there... i'd get on my knees in front of you, keep your cock still with one hand while i lick every inch. you could probably feel a hum while i moan too. i bet its hot knowing i could get myself off just from touching myself a bit while i suck your cock, hm? i'd take it into my mouth... ❞ hand abandoning his chest in favour of sticking a couple fingers into his past his lips, playing with his tongue & sucking on them, the sound just clear enough for k to catch. ❝ & i keep going until i can feel you hitting the back of my throat, pulling back only to drop back down until your cock was right back where it belongs, with your hand in my hair to keep me in place until you're satisfied with me. ❞ he didn't think hearing himself talk would turn him on so much but here he was, on the verge of coming just from thinking about k. ❝ fuck... ❞ its airy, almost inaudible, but k knows better than anyone what that kind of whine that was. ❝ k, i think i'm gonna come... ❞ he could only hope that the sounds k was making was a warning off his own, but either way, k's moans send him over the edge, adrian's voice a mix of moans of his own, breathing jagged as he rides out his high, milking every last second as he listens to k on the other edge. then after a few long seconds of just breathing, adrian breaks the silence. ❝ i was right, that did make me feel better. ❞ smile, evident by his tone. then, almost a whisper as if someone would somehow hear him, ❝ ...is it bad i want to just slip out of here & come home? i dont know how much longer i can take michelle ruining another take because she doesn't know her lines. ❞ he almost groans, but would rather avoid getting worked up again. ❝ you know what... let me see if i can track down my manager, see if he can get me out of it somehow... i'll talk to you in a bit, love you, bye !! ❞ then about 4 minutes later, in a text : mission success. i'll be home in 30 🥰🥰🥰

[askvladdraculatepes]

Hello Dracula. I hope you are not too busy. I'm asking around. I know you're answering some more personal questions lately, but I'm in a weird headspace. I love creative pursuits. Drawing, writing, crafting. You name it. Lately I have been feeling blocked, but when I try to move from one of my blocks to the next, I feel overwhelmed. I carry a lot of guilt when I don't work on one of my many projects, but I also feel so overwhelmed when I get like this. I wonder if a day off would help, but I connect with a lot of my friends through the creative things I do. I don't want my friends to think I'm mad at them or that they've done something wrong just because I need a day off. Do you get like this? And if you do, do you have a way of handling it that doesn't hurt others?

"I have time to talk, don't worry. Now, let's see... Hm. Reading this has me worried about you, stranger. I will be honest with you, I believe you might be on the verge of a creative burnout. You carry guilt for not working on what you feel you should be working on, but when you do work on it it seems overwhelming. You are pushing yourself beyond your limits just to quell a feeling of misplaced guilt that never should have been there. I understand you connect with your friends over your creative works, which if I understand correctly is part of the reason you fear taking a break. So let me tell you this: your current projects will not magically vanish overnight because you did not work on them for one day. Your friends will not vanish overnight either for the same reason. I'd presume that you at this point have built a bond with them; if they care about you - which I presume they do - they will understand you needing space from your projects for a day. But, if I'll be entirely honest, I think a day will not be enough. You need more time to recover from this; if you jump back into it too quickly, it's just going to lead to the same result as you have now. A day won't suffice. You are human, not a machine. You do not run on oil and electricity and would never need a break. Resting and stepping away from your creative endeavours until you feel refreshed and ready to return to them will not hurt anyone. Forcing yourself to work on them solely out of a feeling of obligation to others and misplaced guilt will hurt you. Communicate to your friends about how you're doing and what you need right now, and I don't doubt everything will be well. Look after yourself stranger, because I have the impression you have been neglectful of your needs and it has come back to bite you in the form of these blocks. Remember: Human, not machine. Rest. You remind me an awful lot of Adrian like this, and it has got me worried. I may not be your father, but take all this as fatherly advice from a place of care and consideration for your wellbeing."