#I would literally murder a guy for Adrian

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Random pictures of.. ✨HIM✨

I believe in Adrian Clairmont supremacy🛐🛐

He is just so… Oh my God..

[yanderes-for-everyone]

Title: How to Survive as a Maid in a Horror Game

Status: Ongoing

Summary:

The Murder of Pflatzgraff Manor is a brand-new horror game from the developer A-coms. Even though it has beautiful graphics, its player base dubbed it as one of the worst games due to how difficult it is. You play the game as Adrian-a fine young man who's also the devil's reincarnation. Your goal as Adrian is to kill as many people as possible because of Lilith's Curse. One night, you played the game until you couldn't anymore and found yourself waking up as Hilda, one of Adrian's maids... (Tapas)

How I feel About it: (SPOILER FREE)

The devil in a hot guy's body is bound to lead to amazing yandere shenanigans. In this manhwa, the ml treats the fl with caution, perceiving her as a potential threat. Then, as the story continues he becomes more curious about her. Because the ml is the devil he hasn't been able to form deep relationships before meeting the fl. I personally love stories like this. Neither the fl or the ml expect to even like each other and then one day they both wake up and realize that they depend on each other and would literally do anything for each other. "How did you get past the ml's walls." "Doors were unlocked."

Adrian is able to put on a mask around other people, to avoid attracting suspicion, but he's actually a refreshingly open yandere. He doesn't really need to hide anything from the fl; in fact their relationship is based on the fact that the fl knows the mls secret. He's kinda like a deadly golden retriever. Once he latches onto the fl, he does whatever she wants basically and doesn't really keep too many secrets from her. (though it takes 30ish episodes for the main leads to really start connecting)

I personally like the fl, though she's no saint (but honestly what fl in a yandere manhwa that actually ends up with ml is, lol.) She has some real badass moments where she does some fucked up shit for the ml to help him. I like that the relationship ends up feeling mutual. They're both kinda crazy for each other lol.

This manhwa hits all of my buttons; isekai into a video game ✅, hot ml (obviously) ✅, ml is guaranteed/expected to be absolutely crazy ✅, and fantasy setting ✅. I wouldn't go in expecting an intricate plot or deep thriller or anything, but if you're looking for a slightly different flavor of isekai manhwa with a hot yandere, then I think you'll have a fun ride.

Manhwa Rating: 7

Yandere Rating: 7*

*this means the ml's yandere intensity

[rhetoricandlogic]

One Day All This Will Be Yours by Adrian Tchaikovsky My rating: 5 of 5 stars

(This review was originally posted on Goodreads in 2021):

“We were the time warriors, and we killed time.”

Somewhere, no – somewhen, at the edge of Time (or whatever is left of it after the time-shredding Causality War) is a peaceful idyllic farm where the last survivor of the time war spends his days tending the crops, restoring old Soviet tractors, feeding his pet allosaurus — and murdering any remaining time travelers that come to his “when”, a bottleneck in Time. This is the only way he sees to prevent yet another Time War.

“They all end up here, because this is the end-time. This is all the time there is. This is the trailing edge of what comes later, after the breach in regular transmissions left by the war. A bottleneck, you understand. You want to fling yourself forwards past the badlands of the war, this is where you end up. And I’ll be waiting for you. Nobody gets by me. I have literally all the technology in the world, culled from every moment that anyone ever had a Big Idea, to make sure of exactly that. I am the ultimate surveillance state.”

Except for – of fragging course! – things will not go the way they are supposed to. Many many times. Because threats don’t only come from the shattered past. There will be tractors and dinosaurs and murders and statues and unpleasant visitors and even polite tea time, and bonding over mutual misanthropy and assassination attempts, and it all will be funny and twisted and darkly humorous.

“By setting up shop here where the regular passage of time recommences, and denying access to the future to all comers, I am saving the unseen future from interference. I am time’s gatekeeper, and without me the future would become the same ruin as the past.”

Adrian Tchaikovsky is a guy I’d love to hang out with and pick his brain and share a drink or two with. He’s obviously brilliant and wonderfully funny and can pull the rug out from under you with a few sentences that you need to reread a few times just to understand how throughly he just messed with your expectations. All while having a blast with the sardonic and misanthropic and yet objectively funny story that comes from dark places and leads to those even darker — but chuckling along the way. Oh, and you betcha there’s going to be a grandfather paradox — but presented Tchaikovsky-style, with a fresh irreverent take on it and a healthy dose of sarcasm.

“How I love the rugged outdoors life! Living out here with nothing but the fields and the animals and literally the best technological support that anyone ever invented.”

I start to think that there’s nothing in SFF that Tchaikovsky cannot do. He is yet to disappoint me. His books have all been solid for me, and if he doesn’t eventually become one of SFF acknowledged classics, I will be quite baffled.

And if you don’t feel a shiver of dread at hearing the word “twee” after finishing this book, then you, my friend, will need to give that last page or two another read.

[wowowwild]

Ok Justice For All. This is not going to be exhaustive or comprehensive but here we go.

The first case we don't really need to cover. It's a tutorial, it achieves what it sets out to do, there's not a whole lot else. I really like the amnesia concept and while I wish more had been done with it (like being used in a regular case), I understand the mechanical service it does for a tutorial.

Our second case is solid. It was really fun to figure out exactly what happened and if you've been following my 'game posting' tag you saw exactly how much fun I had. I kind of wish we had gotten more out of Misty, but that wouldn't really work in this medium (lol get it). Obviously I love Pearly I adore her I would be her slave she deserves the world. Phoenix, stop showing her the horrors, please. I just really have to keep coming back to how fun this case was to solve. Sometimes the correct things to do mechanically make no sense to me bc I don't leap far enough with my logic, but this case I was able to do pretty easily which tells me it was very well written with the proper foreshadowing and such (and I am a sucker for properly laid ground work). I like that we get more Fey lore. I am devastated that I guesses the twist ending but I had no one to witness it. It's probably my favorite case this game.

Bigtop is a mess. We're going to ignore the Regina age problem for our sanity and pretend she's 18 bc wtf (I knew this but just now [as I was typing the end of this paragraph] connected the dots that in Japan 16 is viewed as our 18 and they just didn't localize her age). I really like Max! He's my favorite character to come out of this case and I will never let go of my wrightica/galactright ship (is there an official ship name?). He thinks Edgeworth is dead, it could happen. Also! Diversity win! The guy who murdered you is wheelchair bound! But actually I really like the concept of Acro's motivations, driven to madness and murder by grief. I like it less when we come back to Regina's canon age, like even when she's 18 Acro should still view her as a child and personally I could never hold something like that against a child. It was decidedly and accident and not even remotely her fault. It's not her fault your brother was swayed to do something idiotic by the power of boners, my guy. Also Regina is not ok. She needs help and the only one who realizes it is Moe. Everyone else is 'enabling' (that's not exactly the word I'm looking for but it's in the ballpark) her. Her own father was likely the worst offender. Moe may not be funny (I actually liked his jokes) but he is genuinely a great guy.

Our last case: Extremely well written. I went into this already knowing the outcome, how could I not. Despite this, I was so worried about Maya everything else went out the window. For a minute I actually convinced myself of the possibility that Adrian had done it (I am so sorry for everything we put you through, but it was for Maya). This case really put me in Phoenix's shoes. I'd imagine if you don't actually like Maya, this might not do for you what it did for me, but if you don't like Maya I don't know how you've managed to play all the way through the second game. Of course the good ending where you toss Engarde to the wolves (the assassin he hired) is iconic. That's what you get. Again if you've been following my 'game posting' tag you know I had strong feelings about Edgeworth through this. Most of them were due to the stress of Maya being kidnapped (I seriously got waaayyyyyy too in character during this case), but also he was smug as hell for no reason when he showed back up. He was like 'new me!' and refused to elaborate. Phoenix is not a mind reader, my guy. He won me over again so we're good. Also the dinner? At the end it literally says "I wonder if there's anything I can give him to express how I feel...?" I think we can all imagine my first thought... actually I don't trust people to put thoughts in my head, my first thought was a kiss. (You actually give the whip and Miles yet again thinks Phoenix is a mind reader, will it ever end?) I can't forget! Gummy's official stint at Wright Co! My one post about him being a Phoenix Wright weird girl was really popular and then my second (about this case) also got some notes, so clearly this is the Gumshoe content we're all looking for. (Can they please stop firing him though? He's going to end up dead on the street from starvation.) I thought it was really something how much Phoenix trusts Gumshoe. He said

The scene with Franziska and Miles at the end was sorely needed and it was fantastic. They're both growing and healing from shared trauma and it's beautiful.

Over all... I forget, is this the one people don't like out of the trilogy? I liked it. The first is obviously iconic and banger after banger, but I do like this one. Overall it's definitely worth playing and very enjoyable. (Idk bc I haven't tried it personally, but there's a post going around about ds estore emulation or something where you can play games from the ds estore for free now that it's closed, so as far as I know you can play it for free now.)

[joseopher]

I have this au idea where Tristan completely loses it. In this au Callum does team up with Adrian Caine to kill Tristan, possibly even become heir to the Caine criminal empire because Adrian and Tristan mutually cut ties and I believe that Adrian Caine is the type of guy that would only let a man be his heir and just ignore all of Tristan's sisters so he can get this random guy to be the heir.

Anyway, Tristan can't cope with Callum betraying him again by teaming up with his abusive father and just loses it.

There would be some manipulation by The Library, it would transport him to this hall of mirrors where it shows him how much better off everyone is without him. This causes Tristan to be able to not sleep, eat, or focus. So learning Callum betrayed him again is hard but then The Library shows him how (supposedly) happy Callum is...

Callum's finding a place in the Caine family. Callum's healing. Callum's happy.

Callum gets a good father and caring sisters. He gets that.

But Tristan doesn't.

Adrian Caine is nice to Callum, no, more than nice, fatherly. But Tristan didn't get that, he got bruises and punches and cuts. But Callum does. Callum who betrayed him. Used him. Manipulated him.

It's the final nail in the coffin. Tristan just becomes completely unhinged. Instead of being angry, he gets cheery far more cheery than his grumpy self ever was before. But something's wrong around the edges, a sharpness to him, a glint of cruelty.

In this au, he drops the wards and lets Adrian's assassins, and anyone else hunting him, come into the society and slaughters them all with his vast amounts of power. But not before flirting with them because he's a fucking masochist. He also doesn't kill off all the assassins so he can "play" with them again. Though eventually, he will get bored and will kill them off so his father will send new exciting assassins.

He's on his serial killer arc <3

Of course, can't bring himself to kill Callum, so he precedes to just do the most out-of-pocket shit with him because he loves Callum but he's just got a completely fractured mind.

Callum is not thriving as Tristan thinks, he's miserable. So he shows up at the society to murder Tristan only to find Tristan acting completely different and...smiling? Tristan rarely smiles wtf is going on?

This is what would happen:

credit to artist

What proceeds is, grumpy Callum who just wants to literally murder his husband and Tristan, the adoring husband, who constantly throws violent affection at him. (also Tristan has an addiction to murdering people shhh don't tell anyone)

credit to artist

Of course, this situation makes Callum feel needed as he is not used to being loved unconditionally by someone he so clearly isn't manipulating to this level of extreme.

Callum acts very grumpy about Tristan's random bursts of murderous affection and violent actions in regard to him but secretly enjoys it. Callum pays it back in equal measure by continuing to try to murder Tristan and picking off other assassins sent to kill Tristan because murdering him is his job.

They become increasingly obsessed with each other, not used to such devotion (even if it is with malicious intent). Tristan struggles to accept any affection without suspicion unless he knows there's a selfish justification behind it and Callum thinks similarly leaving them perfect (or horrible) for each other.

They become the most toxic unhinged spouses in existence.

Adrian eventually catches on and ties up Callum and beats him because he keeps failing at killing Tristan.

Tristan, who at this point is just the most powerful being in existence, fucking levels London to find Callum. When he does so he proceeds to murder his father, murder the entire Caine crime syndicate, blow everything up and almost end the world.

Callum, for once, recognizes that Tristan needs to calm down and manages to get him to stop his murderous rampage by simply hugging him and telling him he loves him.

Tristan breaks down and they both cry in the ashes of the Caine family house.

Realizing they actually want this to work, Callum stops trying to murder Tristan and Tristan attempts to stop being violent with Callum. But they're still unhealthily obsessed with each other.

They redirect their attention to murdering civilians and become very prolific in the criminal world by simply committing crimes whenever something doesn't go their way.

For example, they go on dates to restaurants and whenever something doesn't taste quite right, they blow up the building.

~And they all lived happily ever after~

P.S. Reina is there and watches this all go down like "wtf is wrong with you two???"

I feel like you would like this @aho-dapa

[patchworkspringlocks]

Ok so tales from the pizzaplex epilogues rewrite feat. guest star michael afton

As I said before michael gets woken up in the sinkhole’d remains of the pizza place after glitchtrap takes over the RF’s mind (trust me I Will get to him. someday)

His instinctual reaction is one you’d expect from this development, that being “god-fucking-dammit not this shit again,” way to ruin his eternal afterlife vacation again william >:(

Patchwork/Dave has moved onto bigger and more outlandish endeavors, namely continuing to chase william around and into the digital world, also to escape the nightmarish ever-looping purgatory that is UCN (in my continuity), also also somehow find Cassidy and convince him to set the other spirits free and let them move on

So Patchwork is MIA by the time michael wakes back up which sucks bc it sure would be nice to have a tall strong powerful springlock animatronic guard dog against this thing that really, really wants to separate his head and arms from his body like an unruly kid with a grudge against one barbie doll in particular

(Sidenote: no the mimic in this continuity is not afton, it’s just a robot, although if word ever got out about this thing and what it’s capable of a certain digital rabbit mascot would be very curious indeed)

Michael spends some quality time with the mimic :) ..and by that I mean now he’s the one running around like a rat in a maze as the sole target of fnaf’s version of the terminator, but luckily he’s got loads of experience with defensive measures against murderous animatronics that the mimic doesn’t let him get away with twice, it was meant to learn and adapt along with mimic, after all

Michael’s even more worse-for-wear than ever before and looking even more like a charred corpse, taking what stitching he can grab and suture up on the run, but to the mimic’s algorithm’s surprise he seems neither scared nor particularly angry, to michael this thing is just an obstacle in the way of his actual goal so at first he’s dead-eyed and mildly perturbed at best and frustrated at worst, at least when it’s just him and this robot

To be honest I haven’t actually read the epilogues themselves just the summaries on the wiki so idk all the teens’ exact personalities (other than “stupid dumb idiot horror movie victims”), but I definitely want to keep Hope’s and Adrian’s deaths the same bc the aftermaths for both were surprisingly intriguing to me as character work, at least as far as fnaf novel characters are concerned

The first time they interact one of them mistakes michael for a corpse before he accidentally jumpscares them, while claiming his rotting dead look is a mix between actual injuries from the mimic and a disguise to let him “play dead” and hide from “it”

He tells them right away to just gtfo but of course horror’s gonna horror so they’re all trapped there until morning as michael now has to formulate a plan for not only him to survive but also these dumbass kids who don’t want to listen when he says all their lives are literally in grave danger down there

As a ghost his overall personality is diminished and condensed into a more streamlined cognitive structure mainly consisting of self-sustainability and whatever thought was so strong and prevalent at the moment of death it halfway brings them back to carry that out, so while he is concerned with their safety bc it’s michael, to an outsider it looks very much like low empathy/sympathy and a large amount of selfishness compared to still-living humans, and the teens aren’t at all sure if they can trust this zombie-looking guy at all, until they start getting picked off by the mimic of course

I’m taking out the stupid bit with the fan that boy can die in a different way, I know y’all are freshly-traumatized panicked teenagers running solely on carnival food and adrenaline by this point but seriously c’mon man

It would admittedly be very cool (if tragic) to see the mimic copy one of michael’s former tricks he tried to use against it in order to kill one of the teens tbh

At least one death I’m certain will be the result of a catch-22 scenario against the mimic where michael ultimately has to let the kid die despite their friends’ protests, and while he masks it with the only emotion he can really feel by this point michael is noticeably shaken by this behind the anger, the mimic unknowingly harkening back to his brother’s fatal injury

The mimic would get a similar sensation to completing an assigned objective if it knew that legitimately pissed him off

Something something they blame michael something something the remaining gang splits up and one more person dies, either the focus character or more get cornered and michael comes in and saves their asses at the expense of one of his arms getting halfway torn off, though he actually manages to (very briefly) short-circuit the mimic’s sensors and processor by virtue of having neither blood nor bones and remarkably resembling a hollow animatronic costume

His good arm is now practically useless except maybe as a bludgeon perhaps, as he doesn’t want to let the two remaining teens out of his sight but also doesn’t want them to be too freaked out about his current state to trust him anymore as he wraps up any remaining bandages around his shoulder as a temporary fix but at least those who remain now know for certain he’s on their side and does want them out alive and safe

Idk how this will end since the epilogues aren’t finished yet, maybe there’s only one kid left by the end or maybe it’s just michael I’m not sure but at least he will ultimately get revenge for his arm, at the end though I do know there’ll be the return of a certain rather protective animatronic, all new and improved and ready for his revamped Glamrock introduction, as well as some kind of lead-in to my Security Breach rewrite proper (somehow)

[vigilvntes]

yes yes yes! honestly i think adrian would say surprisingly poetic romantic things without even realizing it, and he's ALWAYS down to kill for you and tells you daily.

he'll the most unhinged shit about what he'd do for you and when the overhears they're just like "???" but you're looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

YES LITERALLY he'd say some john keats type shit and then follow it up with the most unhinged shit you've ever heard, with a shrug and the straightest face ever. like it'd be WHIPLASH in the best way possible.

"i'll kill that guy at your work, don't worry about it babe"

"adrian, someone pissing me off at work isn't illegal"

"well shouldn't it be?!"

and he'd be sooo right! like yes! it should be! it's all quite romantic really. everyone else is considering reporting him on suspicion of plotting a murder, but you're just like yes 🥰 so true 🥰 i love you 🥰

[gristlegrinder]

late night ttrpg gming thoughts about stuff i want to do (whining like a sad little dog)

Like, okay. It’s been way too long since I’ve played or run a game in the Chronicles system and I keep thinking about it. I have so many ideas (for both characters and campaigns) that I’ve been holding onto for years and I want to finally actualize some of them. It’s just, like— so games-wise, if I ever got over my nerves and started running stuff again:

1. The campaign I’ve come the closest to actually GMing but keep kicking my feet on is a Changeling chronicle— Changeling being a dark fantasy game about people reclaiming their trauma narrative from the faerie kingdom they were trapped in— with kind of a southern gothic spin. You know, that kind of folklore vibe, but set in the Blue Ridge Mountains and playing with family and place and being queer in a rural small town. This one’s near and dear to my heart, and I already have some people who’ve called dibs on being in it if I ever get my shit together, but I keep stalling out trying to connect some of the dots in my brain.

2. Likewise, my other big Changeling dream campaign is something that plays with the Briarnet lore— the Briarnet being a variant of the liminal faerie borderlands that takes a cyberpunk edge, quite literally being a web of unreality existing in the Internet itself. I don’t know how else to describe it. It rules. Do I have a specific campaign in mind? No! Do I want some y2k-flavored technofaerie bullshit occupying my brainspace more than it already does? Absolutely! And I think it would be a fun crossover with the Hunter books, as your local advocate for Network Zero (the forum guys) being the best monster hunter conspiracy. (Sorry, Knights of St. Adrian, you’re a close second in my heart).

3. Then there’s the Vampire game I’ve been sitting on. Vampires are probably the most self-explanatory of the group, and Requiem has less internal worldbuilding to introduce than Masquerade IMO, making it a decent introductory point for new players, but vampires are also vampires. My dream Vampire game, for years now, has been a murder mystery noir inspired by fuzzy 1970s giallo film aesthetics, where you and the rest of the group are trying to prove your innocence against the murder and diablerie of a prominent elder amongst the kindred. In a perfect world, I’d want this to have enough players where one PC would actually be the true killer, working against everybody else and gradually killing other characters the longer they’re left alive, but PvP campaigns are fairly difficult and prone to more emotional bleed (especially when Vampire is a game with a lot of direct mental manipulation skills) and I haven’t fully worked out how I’d manage it safely. But I want it so bad.

4. And Demon is the game I used to run for ~4 years, and I miss it so so much. It might be my favorite of the games? It’s an espionage thriller that puts angels and demons in sort of a dystopian Matrix conflict, with the God Machine and Its agents being operatives enforcing systems of reality and demons fighting for their independence and free will. The main issue is that I made the rookie mistake of using most of my good ideas for the first campaign, plus the most established canon setting (kisses Splintered City: Seattle on the cheek), so I’ve been struggling to think of what I want to do next.

I think a series of smaller, serialized-crime-show heists would be fun, focused on destabilizing infrastructure and completing one objective. Not my usual style, which leans more politicking and social deduction, but I feel good enough within the system to not be intimidated by a more action-heavy setup, and organized heists are REALLY fun to plan around.

Setting is the hardest part of this one, since I can’t default to Seattle again, but I’ve been considering something drenched in midcentury Cold War aesthetics, playing up those spy thriller angles— whether that’s white-picket suburban American hell or urban Eastern Europe on the edge of collapse. Knowing me, it’d be something grungy and Soviet, but it could go either way.

5. Wild card option— Beast is really unpopular as a gameline for various reasons but I can fix her. I like to advertise her as The Magnus Archives before there were The Magnus Archives: it’s a game about people who are possessed by archetypal embodiments of carnal fears, who are really also just themselves reflected in darkness, which then drive them to hunger. It’s kind of just a media match made in heaven, besides the families not really lining up right. This was actually the first chronicles game I played in, even if I’ve never run it, so I have a soft spot for it and I think it could be fun to do stylish supernatural horror set in 1920s Weimar Germany. Play up the Primordial Dream as a kind of Expressionistic landscape of growing social anxieties. I didn’t take multiple seminars studying German Expressionism and Fritz Lang in college for nothing, and this lets me recycle some, clears throat, unused concepts I was waiting to show off in my old Demon game.

6. And then finally. Sighs loudly. A Victorian-era gothic comedy(?) with Geist also speaks to me, with Geist being a game about should-be-dead people who bargain with Death for more time among the living, have buddy comedy shenanigans with the death spirit keeping their corpse functioning, and ideally do some kind of ghost socialism (I am not joking). This one ranks the lowest because I have absolutely no vision for the plot, just vibes. This is a really bad way of advertising Geist and I promise it’s cool and atmospheric and haunting but sometimes you just want gay dandies having seances and trying to dance around all of their zombie problems to maintain some social decorum.

And like those aren't all of my dreams (Mummy lives rent free in my brain thematically but plotting for Mummy is scary and intimidating; I’ve wanted to do a fucked up splattery survival horror for a while but don’t have a good system in mind; my more unweildy Geist vision is an Underworld campaign traveling to the Ocean of Fragments to find the end of the end; Oops! Aliens, Somehow! despite there not being solid or consistent alien rules), but they’re the ones I go back to most frequently. I really like doing tabletop stuff! I consider myself a solid GM for this system and have a lot of fun playing with it! I want to do it!

But arrrrrRRRGHGGHHHHHhhhhhhhhh manifestation is HARD and my untreated brain stuff has been destroying my wretched being and part of me keeps telling myself i should probably focus more on Curseborne once that all starts coming out for realsies and—

[astorythatwritesitself]

Breaks fingers HOKAY so-

Adrian Shepard honestly like - doesn't. Do. Gender. Or sexuality. Ask her what she is & you'll most likely get 'exhausted'. Sticks with she/her pronouns because she Can't Be Arsed To Change That but happily engaged in some body modification because that was worthwhile enough to go through. She has a lot on her plate and anything beyond 'well I'm not a woman' is to be saved for retirement.

Sidney Shepherd, meanwhile, is a 'fuck it that's your problem to solve' sort of agender who is, regrettably, just enough in the demiaroace range to get fucked over by those emotions 😔 (Her tinder profile would include something along the lines of 'must love dogs and also be like, chill about someone being technically dead')

Crowl is Legally A Guy, but really the gender & sexuality thing is so on the backburner, let's deal with the haunting-exacerbated depression first.

Orion saw the phrase 'self made man' and took it very literally, and would drink paint water before ever admit he's not at all unhappy being thrown into proximity with a nice guy due to soul-bonded Creachur shenanigans.

Zephyr's both Gay As In Happy, Queer As In Fuck You (but cheerfully) and has made friends with entirety too many ravens.

Dale Is Too Goddamn Old For This Shit (vaguely Lady in a bi4bi marriage but The Woods took her husband a while ago)

Yami is a masc-leaning genderfuck Menace, herald of the End of Days, stuck cosplaying as a Good Categorizable Binary Priest.

Elora is a cis woman but like in a drag sort of way - Gender Is A Performance & She Is An Overachiever, and she is. So goddamn gay. Like 'I have spent over a decade becoming The Most Notorious Public Menace possible so I can amass enough wealth and reputation to sail in and (consensually) kidnap my gf'.

Elena is a cis woman in a weaponized sort of way. Her love language is 'acts of service' and it's not her fault that the only way she can really express that is murder.

Happy Pride Month!

Please tell me one or more things about your queer OCs~

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

Final thoughts on Blackthorn: Previous Post is why I want her in the peacemaker show really bad but also Im scared of both how she would be written, like if Gunn would change her to be more rational because Shes Girl or if she’d like be written the same but get brutally killed or punished for it. And I am also really scared of the way the fanbase would handle her because I know if she started dating Adrian people would not be normal about her.

[pagesfromthevoid]

A Fucking Duck | a.c | 1

Adrian Chase x Batfam!reader

Requested: @ladybug023

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Violence. Language. Adrian Chase in general needs a warning I think

Author’s Note: Yeah so this is gonna get a part two sorry not sorry. It was getting long and I have. I have so many ideas.

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It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult to take him down. He was some B-tier criminal from bum fuck nowhere. All she had to do was swoop in, kick his ass, book him and drop him off at the police station. Get him off the streets so that the tiny town he was fucking around in could sleep a little more soundly at night.

It was punishment for having almost killed Joker last month; Batman sent her away to cool off. Deal with something small while she got over her anger issues. She had argued that out of everyone that should probably be killed, Joker was absolutely the one. After what he had done to Jason…She felt it would have been justified. Batman argued that no one dies with the Bat name attached to them.

She argued that maybe she didn’t need the Bat mantle then. He didn’t take too kindly to that.

So he forced her hand, leaving her in the bum fuck town of Evergreen with the mission to stop Vigilante. What should have been an open and shut case, however, had taken up about three months of her goddamn life.

She was definitely part of the problem; she had underestimated Vigilante and his abilities quite a bit. He was quick; and very willing to fight until they were both bloody. But he was also quick witted. Or maybe he was just weird; the comments he made whenever they were in a fight always threw her off. Distracted her, which usually led to him getting in a solid shot (whether it was a literal shot or a punch, it didn’t typically matter) and taking off.

Tonight was no different, with the comments practically being thrown up every time she swung at him. He’d broken her cross bow, which really pissed her off.

“You’re a shitty superhero,” he said as she went to kick him in the face. But he grabbed her boot, flipping her to the ground. “I thought the Batman gang was way better than this.”

“There’s not usually this much talking when I’m fighting someone,” she snapped at him as he stepped on her chest.

“Where’s the fun in that? I thought we were friends.”

“On what fucking planet would we be friends? You’ve stabbed and shot me several times!”

“I mean you’ve also stabbed and shot me!”

She groaned in anger, letting her head fall back into the ground. “Because you’re a serial killer!”

“Hey! I only kill the bad guys!”

“Teenagers who spray paint walls don’t deserve to die!”

“Uh, yes they fucking do. That’s against the law. It’s called vandalism. Do you not have vandalism laws in Gotham?”

She huffed, grabbing his ankle now as he was distracted. The sudden movement made him fall back and she pounced, jumping on him. Pinned to the ground, with her sitting on top of him, Vigilante made an “oh” sound as she pulled out her cuffs.

“You don’t have to be like this, you know. You could actually be a hero. Without the whole murder bit,” she explained, digging her knee into his wrist to hold it down. But he wasn’t exactly fighting back anymore. “Like actual criminals need stopping. Not some bored kid with a shitty home life.”

Vigilante wasn’t responding, simply staring up at her through his visor. She couldn’t make out any distinguishing features with the mask on. But his sudden silence was becoming unnerving as she gave him a whack against his cheek. But all he did was make another “oh” sound. She gave him a weird look but suddenly was shoved off him, being thrown to the ground.

He was manic, standing up frantically as she sat on her ass and tried to understand what was happening. While it wasn’t necessarily obvious to her, to him, it was almost painful how turned on he was by her sitting on top of him and having smacked him. The hard on he was trying to conceal was too much.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” he offered, though his voice suddenly cracked. He cleared his throat. “Any other time. I’ll kill you next week, that sounds fun, right?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She yelled as she scrambled up.

But he was taking off and she was standing there with the cuffs in her hand, very confused.

“What the fuck is wrong with this town?”

*****

The ache in her back was enough to make her cringe as she slid into the booth of Fennel Fields. The shitty upholstery was sticky, probably from a lack of cleaning, but the hostess was sweet as she left the menu on the table. Honestly, there wasn’t a need for the menu. Not anymore. This was the only halfway decent place in town, though it still wasn’t great. Not compared to the food she ate in Gotham.

But she came here every Tuesday night and got the shitty breadsticks and a chef salad. Tonight, she ordered a cocktail with her dinner, though it wasn’t nearly as strong as she’d like it to be. She was documenting her latest meeting with Vigilante, updating Batman with the progress she was making.

Or, well, the lack thereof.

That last fight was weirder than usual, with how abrupt the criminal dipped on her. She almost felt ghosted; which was fucking ridiculous because he was her goddamn enemy. But enemies were still something.

“Hey!”

She looked up from her laptop, giving a small smile at mess of curls that waved her way. Adrian was one of the few locals who had welcomed her to their small ass town without too many questions. Well, no. He asked a stupid amount of questions. Just none that were intrusive to her personal life.

When they first met, there at Fennel Fields, she had been there up until closing time. Laptop out, emailing back and forth with Bruce about what she’d learned about Vigilante since arriving. Adrian had walked by her table several times over the course of the night, finally being prompted by one of his coworkers to go get her to leave.

“Hey, uh, hi,” he had awkwardly stammered out. She had looked up, slightly surprised by how cute she thought he was, but simply smiled politely. “So we’re getting ready to close and I know you’ve been here forever and that’s totally cool but —“

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” she had replied, closing her computer. She started digging around her bag for her credit card. “Yeah, no, let me pay and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I don’t mind you being in my hair, like fuck you look like you’re a spy or something, but everyone else —“

“I’m not a spy,” she has laughed some, shaking her head. She wasn’t exactly a spy; though she certainly didn’t belong there. “Let me go pay. Seriously. It’s fine.”

By the time she had finished paying up front, everyone else was walking out the door with her. She had apologized profusely, leaving a big enough tip to hopefully make up for it, as the bus boy fell into step with her.

“If you’re a spy, are you here because of Peacemaker?” He had asked suddenly, pulling off his uniform hat.

“I’m not a spy,” she repeated as she walked towards her car. He followed.

“Okay but that’s exactly what a spy would say.”

“A spy would have killed you by now for following them to their car,” she had pointed out, grinning at him playfully.

He had considered that thought for a moment and realized he had, in fact, been following her. “Oh fuck, wait I’m sorry —“

“Dude you need to relax,” she had told him, leaning against her car door. She held out her hand, introducing herself. “I’m from Gotham. Nothing in your podunk town can scare me.”

“Adrian.” He took her hand with a grin, shaking it. “If you’re from Gotham, have you seen the Batman?”

“Yeah, fuck him though,” she had scoffed. “It’s Crossfire you should be afraid of.”

“That’s the other chick, right?” But Adrian definitely knew who she was. He had met her the night before, when she tried to stop him. Her stupid crossbow ripped his suit. “Nah, I don’t know about that. She’s so short. Like a little duck.”

She had looked at him, brow raised. “A duck?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Because she’s small and cute and why would you wanna fight a duck?”

She had just stared up at him in confusion. That was the weirdest thing she had been called in a long time. A fucking duck.

“It was nice meeting you, Adrian. Try not to piss off any ducks. I hear they can be vicious.”

That first meeting developed into him coming to talk to her every time she came in for dinner. Every Tuesday, he’d come by, say hi, work his shift. Then they’d walk to her car together when the restaurant closed, with him peppering her with questions about being a spy. Tonight was only slightly different as he slid into the booth across from her, wearing a sweater and T-shirt.

“Off work tonight?” She asked, sipping her cheap martini.

“Yeah but I felt bad missing our usual hang out so I figured I’d come hang out outside work.”

“You consider walking me to my car hanging out?”

“I mean you spend like three hours here every week, doing spy stuff.”

It didn’t matter how many times she corrected him. He insisted she was a spy sent from Gotham. Though he couldn’t determine why she’d be there, especially with Peacemaker in prison. It was enough for her to simply roll with it; Adrian’s thought processes were not ones that she wanted to delve too deeply into.

“You got me there, Chase.”

The waitress walked by, giving Adrian a weird look as she handed him a menu. “I thought you called out sick?” She asked. Adrian turned red, shrugging. The waitress rolled her eyes and walked off, no doubt to go rat him out.

“You called out sick and still came here?”

“Okay so you caught me. Kinda wanted to hang out with you outside of work.”

She motioned around them, giving him a funny look. “We’re still at your work, Adrian.”

“Well then let’s go do something else!” He leaned in some, grinning at her. “I know this cool abandoned compound out in the woods —“

She looked between him and her laptop, brow furrowing as she finally shut it. “Sounds like somewhere you’d take me to kill me.”

“I don’t kill innocent people,” he quickly corrected her. Then he realized what he said, and quickly corrected himself next. “I mean I don’t kill any people ever, that would be super fucked up, but like I especially don’t kill innocent people —“

“You need to chill,” she reminded him for the first time that night —it probably wouldn’t be the last time — and started packing up her laptop. “What else is there to do in this town? I’ve been here three months but I spend 90% of my time doing school work. Or being here.”

He hummed a bit as he slid out of the booth. “There’s an arcade that I like a lot. Or Gary’s comic shop; I used to play dungeons and dragons there for a while.”

“You don’t play anymore?” She asked, following his lead as she got up.

He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t have time.”

She found that hard to believe, honestly, but didn’t question him as they walked out of the restaurant. There was a comfortable silence between them as he followed her to her car, like he always did on Tuesday nights.

“I assume I’m driving then?” She asked, looking back at him as they stopped outside her car.

“Oh, well sure. I parked next to you.” He pointed to the Sebring, smiling at her still. “I can drive though. You’ve been drinking. Wouldn’t want you to get taken out by Vigilante for drinking and driving.”

She hesitated for a moment, glancing up at him. Then, it was her turn to hum before she nodded. “Have you had any run ins with him?”

Adrian opened the passenger seat door for her as he stammered some, looking away. “Uh, he’s saved me a few times. He’s super fucking strong. Like a real hero. I bet he’s hot under that mask.”

She climbed into the car, making a face. “He murders people, Adrian.”

“I mean yeah, but crime rates have dropped here since he started protecting Evergreen.”

Adrian moved to the drivers side, hesitating a moment himself. He needed to change the subject, honestly, because she was getting antsy and he was getting antsy and now he was wondering if this was a super bad idea to hang out with her alone. But she was in his car and it was too late and maybe this would just be a one time thing.

He kind of didn’t want it to be a one time thing, though.

[darling-i-read-it]

One Week

Adrian Chase x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: heavy insinuations to smut, making out, murder, shooting, a guy coming onto a girl aggressively

Author’s Note: yeah uh he’s literally my beloved. Stupid boy. Funky little man.

Requested; by anon, I know I just sent in that ask but trying to figure out an idea first but boom! I think something just hit andddd, hopefully this works lol. so there's already an established relationship between fem!reader and adrian chase, she also happens to be slightly on the chaotic side so she's been to prison a few times. basically, her and adrian are trying to get the freedom they deserve without getting caught/in trouble but things go sideways and they have to do a whole hit and run. from there, maybe their hiding out in a nearby motel and just get all cute and shit with one another, reminiscing about eachother. bonus points for it being a bit steamy somewhere. but yea! basically chaotic gf and himbo bf energy, pls?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“I can’t help but kill people. If they don’t want to be killed they shouldn’t do anything wrong! It’s literally not my fault,” Adrian said, following closely behind you. You scoffed, not bothering to slow your walk. You were both lucky there was no one else around because Adrian likely wouldn’t have censored himself anyway.

“But don’t you get tired of it?”

“No. I enjoy it.” You weren’t surprised to hear that. You had gotten used to his tendencies, especially the ones that fed into yours.

“Nevermind that, don’t you get tired of running all the time?” “I don’t run. I have a mask.” You nodded and slowed your walking to a stop. You turned to face him. He had a chirpy look on his face that was undertone with more concern. He truly did care about you. He cared about you more than anything else. You were his best friend. He would be devastated if you made him pick between being Vigilante and being with you.

“Listen, you don’t have to stop. But maybe we could just slow down for a minute. Like maybe a week. How about one week, you and I don't do anything that would warrant us going to prison,” you offered. “Then you can do whatever you want afterwards.”

“We?” he asked. He cleared his throat then gestured to you and then to him. “We could do whatever we want. Together.” “Yeah. Of course we.” He nodded, contemplating this for a moment. The idea was appealing or more so, the challenge was appealing. Could he do it?

“Could you do it?” You laughed, crossing your arms.

“I could try.”

“Alright then. We’re going to be a quiet four person family spaghetti eating couple.” You nodded slowly.

“There are still only two of us.” “By the end of the week of no murder, I think there will at least be three.”

===

You tossed a bag of chips into the grocery cart that Adrian was pushing.

“Score!” he exclaimed, which was the same thing he said every time you made it in the basket. You smiled anyway, partly because you couldn’t help it. He was so adorable sometimes. You got up on the edge of the cart and he pushed forward as you looked over the aisle to see if the two of you needed anything else.

“Are we out of cookies?” “Yes.”

“Are we really?” “I don’t know.” You smiled and grabbed them anyway. You had some cash to spare, it wouldn’t break you. “You’re so beautiful you know that? So beautiful.”

“Because I got you cookies? Yeah yeah.” He giggled and started to push you and the cart faster.

“Wait, get into the cart.”

“No Adrian.” “Get in! It’ll be fun I promise. I swear. I pinky promise. Come here.” You giggled, shaking your head as he advanced on you. You hid behind the cart, laughter bubbling up out of your lips. You would have kept playing a little cat and mouse game had there not been yelling coming abruptly from behind you. Both of you stood up straight.

“You can never just leave me alone! Get your fuckin hands off me!” You looked between the food and the top of the shelf at a woman who was clearly having some problems.

“Oh come on princess,” the man in front of her said. You could hear his words clearly now that everyone five isles over had hushed at the sound of shouting. “Don’t be this way. Let’s just go outside, find somewhere private.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” You turned to Adrian whose face had fallen. He had a determined look over his face and was eyeing the glimpse he could see through the shelves. You put a hand on his arm. He looked down at you.

“Adrian…”

“I’ll be right back.” He grabbed your purse and left. You didn’t even know he had brought the suit. You cursed under your breath. You parked the cart to the side and got ready to make a hasty exit. Within minutes Adrian was back in his full get up, mask and all. You were always slightly disappointed he put it on. It covered his cute face.

“Who the hell are you?” the man asked.

“Rude,” Adrian said, shaking his head. He put his hands on his hips. “You’re not cool, I can tell. Miss if you would step aside.” He took out his gun.

“Where did he get the gun?” you whispered exasperatedly to yourself. He shot the man in the head, no second thoughts necessary. You pinched the bridge of your nose. There was screaming, chaos ensuing in the grocery store. He tossed you the purse and you fished out your keys, running to the exit. You ran to the car and pulled it around.

He was waiting impatiently for you when you arrived.

“We’ve gotta lay low!” he said, tumbling into the passenger seat. As you drove away quickly he ripped the mask off, taking a deep breath. “Sorry about that.”

“No cookies for you.” He pouted. You could tell he was fighting the urge to cross his arms like a little kid too. “I’m going to a motel. How much cash do we have?”

==

“This place is kinda shitty,” he whispered, walking from the bathroom to the bed. He rubbed his hair with the towel and then tossed it by the door. You rolled your eyes.

“Sorry I had to pick a place quickly otherwise you would get arrested.” You had your own run-ins with the police. A couple of motels had banned you. The places that hadn’t weren’t the best looking or the best smelling but hey, it was a bed. The TV was on. Police were still looking for Vigilante. It didn’t exactly help that you had been there together.

There was plenty of shitty security camera footage from the attack, plus plenty of eye witnesses who saw Vigilante shooting the man and then tossing you the purse. You would be here a week at least. Maybe two if the police were otherwise unoccupied.

Adrian jumped onto the bed. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt.

“I can’t see anything,” he whispered, his face down on the side of the pillow. You giggled and grabbed his glasses off the bedside table. You put them on him. He adjusted them so they sit on the bridge of his nose.

He sat up and looked at the TV.

“It’s a nice picture of your outfit,” you said, gesturing to the blurry camera still they were projecting on the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned it off, leaving the two of you in silence.

“That’s a boring show,” he told you. You nodded once, looking over to him.

“You can’t even go a week Adrian.”

“In my defense, you shouldn’t have taken me outside if you didn’t want me to kill someone.” “Oh that’s your defense now?” “Yes. I think it’s your fault.” He sat up straight putting his leg underneath him and the other straight on top of your outstretched legs. He had that playful look in his eyes that never left.

“I just won’t take you shopping with me again.” He paused.

“That’s not what I said. I like shopping,” he pouted. You shook your head, laughing. “Maybe we’ll just keep killing people. Come on, we’re good at it! You’re good at it! It’s what makes us such a perfect match. Romeo and Juliet have nothing on us. Or like, Bonnie and Clyde. You remember when we spent 45 minutes shooting targets and you beat me! Big deal that is.” He pointed his finger at you. With each word he seemed to be leaning closer and closer to you. You moved your legs so they were crossed in front of you.

“Yeah well I had a good teacher. We’re good at it but we’re going to spend the rest of our lives in shitty motels or prison if we keep this up.”

“That’s not so bad!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He leaned forward. You pushed his glasses further up his nose and he leaned forward, kissing you gently. You giggled against his lips, a smile wanting to push your mouths away. He was smiling too, causing it to be more teeth than lips so you both had to pull away. He brought his hand up, grabbing the side of your head and pulling you closer to him. His other hand traveled down your side, pulling you closer to him. You got up on your knees and he caressed your face, the heat of his lips making your laughter turn to light gasps. “We could do this,” he said. “Forever.”

“How appealing.” You kissed his jaw. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, not holding back his gasps. “If I get arrested?”

“I grow my hair out and convince them to let me in there with you,” he quipped. He dipped his head and his lips were back on yours. He leaned you back onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he straddled your waist. “Three?” he whispered.

“Huh?”

“Three people?”

“I’m not gonna stop you once you’ve started babe.” He had a devilish look in his eyes as he dropped down to kiss you again. You giggled, tugging on his hair.

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[cressssssss]

coworkers with benefits? chapter three

warnings- swearing (?) slighttttt angst, alcohol mentions and a little nsfw at the end (kissing and some more that isn't very detailed irls look away )

find chapter one here, and chapter two here!

word count- about 1.2k

summary- You and Adrian talk it out and settle back into friendship after a couple weeks.

taglist! @aesthetic-history @sporadicallyactive @hellqsh@specificpuppy @bigassbisaster

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“Hi, it’s Adrian. I noticed you aren’t returning any of my calls, I just want to apologize. I didn’t mean for you to find out like that, and I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. Can we talk about it though? LIke- in person? Call me back, please.”

That's the last of 30+ voicemails Adrian has left, not counting the various text messages. It had only been a day since The Incident, and you hadn’t left your house since coming home that day. It was a lot to process.

Your only friend, Adrian Chase, was also Vigilante. And he was part of some secret task force and there were evil butterfly aliens that take over people's bodies. And you found them fighting one, and then you shot the guy. The evil butterfly alien part was somehow the easiest to come to terms with, but the fact that your only friend was a murdering vigilante stuck in your mind.

It didn't seem real. Were all your friendships just destined to not work out? You finally opened up to someone, let yourself care about them, and this is what happens. Maybe you could just ignore the murdering part?

Adrian is sweet, he’s odd- is odd really the right way to describe him? He's literally a murderer- but he's a good person, just got some questionable morals, and a good friend. You had been lonely for so long…

Fuck it.

You grab your phone and dial Adrian.

“Hey, can we talk?”

*

Adrian was distracted. Murn had yelled at him to pay attention at least four times, and it didn’t do anything to make him focus on the presentation Economos was giving. His phone was in his pocket, and it felt like it would burn a hole through his jeans any second now.

He figured that he should probably stop trying to call you, just because he didn’t want to make anything worse. You probably already think he’s weird and creepy.

Why was he totally horrible at the whole friendship thing? Was there a school that teaches how to be a good friend, and how to maintain friendships?

That line of thought was interrupted when his phone buzzed, the ringtone causing Economos to stop mid-sentence.

“Really? I’m trying to explain the mission here.” Adrian ignores him and leaves the room in a hurry, clicking accept call so hard his phone might just break.

“Hey, can we talk?” Your familiar voice fills his ears, and he’s so dizzy with the relief that you aren’t ignoring him entirely that he almost forgets to respond.

“Right now? Sure.”

“Yeah, can you come by my place? I-” your voice trails off, and Adrian feels like he's teetering on the edge of a cliff. You don’t finish your sentence.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” The line clicks, signaling the call has ended.

He hurries back to grab his things, dodging confused looks from Chris and concerned looks from Adebayo. And when he leaves, the team exchanges a glance that's laden in everything they're too scared to say.

Something is definitely wrong with Adrian.

*

Adrian had arrived at your place about 10 minutes after you phoned him. You had let him in, and now the two of you were sitting on your couch in silence.

Neither of you knew what to say.

“How was work?” Adrian is the first to break the silence. He’s been uncharacteristically still, he’s usually always in motion of some sort.

“I didn’t go today. Called in sick.”

“Ah.” The room falls back into silence again.

“I don’t really know what to say.” Your voice is hoarse, vulnerable. “I have a lot I want to say, but it's just stuck. I’m processing it, that you’re Vigilante, and that you’re working with some government task force. I- I don’t know how I feel. I’m conflicted. I really like you, Adrian. I like our friendship.” He’s silent. When you look up, he meets your eyes and you can see that he’s scared. “I think I’m going to need some time to think.”

“Okay.”

“That doesn’t mean I want you to leave. I really like you, and I care about you. No matter what, I care about you. Even though you’re a literal murderer with some wacky morals, I’m not going to stop caring about you. It sounds silly, I know. I just-” Fuck, were you really about to cry? “What you’re doing is dangerous. I’m not going to try to get you to stop, I know I can’t do that. Just-” Your hands flutter through the air, trying to grab at the words that are evading you. “You're my only friend. Be careful, okay?”

“Okay.”

You pull him into a hug, and he grips you tightly. Your eyes fill and the tears spill over, creating wet spots as they fall onto his shirt.

You fit together nicely. Your head is buried in his shoulder, and his is tucked into the crook of your neck. He’s holding you like he’s scared you might run away, and you’re holding him just as tightly.

He’s crying too.

You stay like that for what feels like forever, wrapped in each other's arms.

*

After a while you and Adrian are back to normal, or rather a modified version of normal. He misses shifts sometimes, and you cover for him. He doesn’t tell you much about his side gig, and honestly, you don’t want him to.

He comes over to your house sometimes, the two of you usually end up watching a movie and eating dinner.

He’s back to his excitable and chatty self, the vulnerable and insecure side of him you saw a couple weeks ago is nowhere to be found.

��Did you know that spaghetti is the simplest pasta shape to produce on an industrial scale?” He’s sitting on your couch, he's supposed to be finding something on Netflix as you prep dinner. The meal you’re making is spaghetti, which is probably why he brought up that random tidbit of information.

“What? Why do you know that? I mean- it makes sense, logically.”

“I dunno, I just heard it somewhere.”

“Okay well, less spaghetti trivia and more picking something to watch. Food’s almost done!” You weren't the best chef, but almost anyone was better than Adrian. The first time he came over, you had him cook. And let's just say that you are now very glad for the fire extinguisher you keep under the kitchen sink.

The time dings on the spaghetti, so you drain the pasta, mix in the sauce, and place it on two plates. You bring the plates to the couch and hand one to Adrian along with a fork. He smiles at you, gratefully accepting the food.

He’s picked a movie, and the two of you settled in comfortably. After the movie was done, you collected the plates and cleaned up, you sit back down next to him with a beer in your hand. You give another to him, and the two of you drink in a pleasant silence. That's how most of your nights end, and he winds up sleeping on your couch.

You were sneaking glances at his profile, admiring his features. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he was one of the most attractive men you had seen in a bit. Curse of living in a small town.

The way his Adam's apple bobbed when he took a sip drew your attention to his throat and holy shit. The unblemished skin brought all sorts of thoughts to your mind that made your jeans uncomfortably tight.

stop. stop that. You chide yourself, trying to think normal thoughts. You take another sip of beer to distract yourself, and when you're done you notice Adrian staring at you.

"What?" you frown, trying to act normal.

"You have a little beer on your lip." He gestures at his own lip, and you wipe your mouth.

"Better?"

"No, it's still there, hold on let me get it." Before you can object, the pad of his thumb is brushing over the corner of your mouth and you're too stunned to move. When he pulls his hand back, he doesn't move, staying intoxicatingly close to you.

You're staring into his eyes, moving close to him almost unknowingly, and he's doing the same. He's staring at your lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own.

Your lips are almost touching when he looks up into your eyes, hesitating.

"Can I?-"

You close the gap forcefully, pushing him onto his back and deepening the kiss.

After a while, you break apart. His hair is disheveled and he's got that grin on his face, looking up at you.

"Do you wanna take this somewhere else?"

*

and scene! not writing anything more sorry gamers also sorry if this was cringe i have no clue how to write nsfw stuff ☹ and i don't plan to so like lmao

[witchbugs]

watched king’s tide…

• i will attempt to be coherent and organized here but we’ll see how that goes

• the scene on the airship with the Palismen and the food was so cute sjfjdkg

• ok, so Eda can’t do magic because of the curse, but she can do glyphs. sigils restrict magic, so if she still had magic she would only be able to do bard spells. but since she doesn’t actually do spells from a bile sac anymore, does the sigil affect her? can she do glyphs?

• “don’t tell me not to worry” SCREAMING i’m sorry i’m clinging to any and all raeda content

• “with this spell declared, promise i’ll be back” “that’s not a spell. it doesn’t even rhyme.” *Eda kisses Hooty’s forehead* CRYING why does the owl fam have to be so cute

• THE SHOT OF BABY LILY AND RAINE AND ALL THE OG HEXSIDE PPL AND THEN TRE CUT TO LILY AND RAINE BEIG VERY WORRIED I AM NOT OKAY

• hate Terra and Adrian hate Terra and Adrian hate Terra and Adrian. specifically Terra. but i hate Adrian too.

• BELOS WAS WEARING HIS CRUSTY MUSTY 1800s OUTFIT THE WHOLE TIME SJDKFLGL

• “go find a hole to wither away in” poor Kiki. but. i laughed

• the spicy toss thing was so cute sjdkfk she’s just like Eda

• the way Darius stopped fighting when he saw they would hurt Eber skdjfk DARIUS AND EBER BESTIES FR

• “my only mistake was letting you two live all those years ago” WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN. I WILL MURDER TERRA. IS SHE TALKING ABOUT IFWOT/HECK?? THEY WERE *LITERAL* *CHILDREN*. I AM GOING TO MURDER HER. ACTUALLY, IM GOING TO LET RAINE AND EDA MURDER HER.

• love that Luz’s reasoning for why Philip shouldn’t go to the human realm yet is because he’s too old to understand the modern world

• LUZ WAS SO SMART WITH THE SIGIL-BRANDING HANDSHAKE

• the first and ONLY time i will ever feel sorry for Terra Snapdragon is when she goes, “Raine, Belos is giving us paradise… right?” because while she may be a HORRIBLE person and i hate her guts, she was tricked by Belos just like the rest of them. she really did think that the Day of Unity was a good thing because Belos lied to all of them.

• “…Darius? Darius, wake up!” STOPPPP

• “you guys are LITERALLY the coolest!” ohh she’s so happy to see them, i bet she thought she was gonna have to fight Belos by herself (bc she was)

• “Hunter, why are you hurting me? i only wanted to help you” SHUT UPPPP

• why did King’s collar make him invisible to the Collector?

• so the Collector knew King’s dad…

• so the Collector does NOT possess someone, thank god. it’s just their pyshical form.

• “i promised a special kid i would protect you.” I AM DECEASED. DO NOT TOUCH ME

• why did no one think of detaching Eda’s VERY DETACHABLE ARM before now?

• i actually really like the Collector’s form

• in the car and the wifi’s cutting out on me, going by memory now because Owl Club won’t load

• the Collector doesn’t even know the rules of “Owl House”, so i wonder what the heck he’s doing with the whole pieces-of-the-room-floating-everywhere

• NO. NOT KING STAYING BEHIND

• i can’t remember the exact line and my stupid wifi means i can’t rewatch, but i am over here SOBBING about King calling Luz his big sister

• oh, Gus is actually crying… i feel sorry for all these kids this whole thing must be so stressful

• THE AMPHIBIA REFERENCE

• “hey, Mom… i’m back” SCREAMING HOW DARE YOU END THE SEASON LIKE THIS.

[joseopher]

HELLO, LADIES, WORMS, HOMOSEXUALS

As we know I check the novacaine tags daily.

*opens Spotify*

*puts on Ambrosia Wine by Madds Buckley*

THERE'S BEEN A UPDATE TO GOD COMPLEX

GO READ IT HERE: god complex!!!!!!!!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS FIC:

Callum is sooo petty

Callum is also sad and pathetic

Murder

YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHERE CALLUM TAKES TRISTAN

Nico continues to be best boy

#PROOFKINGNOVAISAGOODPERSON

New fashion trends

Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers!

"He repeated the words over and over in his head, wondering if going back home might be the better option. Sure, his father would punish him for leaving, maybe even make an example of him. Look at my horrible son who ran away, look at what happens if you disobey Adrian Caine. Tristan shuddered at the thought. A few days ago, he had seen one of his father’s men. He had ducked underneath a diner table so quickly that he got dizzy with it."

Awww Tristan is just having the worst time.

Poor guy... (*feeds off the angst like a wolf sucking blood of their kill*)

“'Tristan!' Nico shouted”

NICO! OUR BEST BOY! <3 <3 <3

“When you know him better he….I’m not sure how to say this without sounding like some girl convincing her friends that my boyfriend doesn’t suck. He’s not that bad. He’s not the evil mastermind you think he is. Reina isn’t either. She’s lovely. Powerful, yes. They both are. But they’re not…they’re not…fully evil. I guess. I’d say 75% evil.”

Come on Tristan, he's only 75% evil

"Although, last time Tristan seemed to like his chest. Maybe this time it would also work in his favor."

Callum has his priorities straight XD

"He could feel the heat coming from Tristan’s body. He wanted to pull him closer, pull on the fabric of his shirt, touch his skin, forcing him to look at him."

Or many he has his priorities gay o.o

"You’d look pretty on your knees.” 

The characterization of Callum is so on point, Tristan is just miserable and Callum like "ha this is funny and amazing"

"Callum wished he could kiss him. Wished he could lick into his mouth and coax more words out of him. Wanted him to keep repeating it. Wanted him to keep begging him."

Correction Tristan is miserable and Callum is turned on.

"In the end, Callum didn’t pick one. He decided that he needed time to think about it and said it was almost time for dinner. Tristan wanted to strangle him."

Callum is the king (literally) of pettiness

“That’s why he’s testing you. Because you’re only doing it because you have no other choice. He wants you to do it because you want to,” 

Gideon coming in the facts!!!!

 "Nico nodded immediately, probably not even having heard the question."

He's thinking about Gideon, I just know it.

"Tristan didn’t know what Gideon and Nico had going on and why Callum was making a big deal out of it. Nico didn’t talk much for the rest of the dinner."

HA I WAS RIGHT! THIS IS IT L, THIS IS MY PERFECT VICTORY!

"When he had asked Libby where Gideon knew each other from Libby told him they used to be roommates. He figured that was the only reason why they always seemed so close."

Oh poor naive Tristan...

“Ahh, Caine, don’t be so sour about that. I’ll pick your clothes for you if it bothers you so much,” 

HE CALLED HIM CAINE <3 <3 <3 <- a diseased person said this

"Maybe this p*ycho needed a bed partner after all, but Tristan was not that person. He’d never be."

*laughs knowingly*

"They were currently standing in a sex shop. Tristan could feel Callum’s eyes on him."

HA! CALLUM YOU DID NOTTTTTTTTTT!!!

“You can keep this. Maybe if you used it a bit you wouldn’t be this feisty.” 

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"He also bought some condoms. He planned to conveniently drop them somewhere in the palace for both Parisa and Nico to find. Maybe that way Parisa and Dalton would finally fuck and Nico and Gideon would also finally cave and fuck whenever they wanted to. See, Callum wasn’t selfish. He cared about his people and their sex lives."

#PROOFKINGNOVAISAGOODPERSON #HEISSOGENEROUS

"He probably would have spit in his face if he could, Callum briefly wondered. Callum would let him."

Callum being horny on main

"Now wasn’t the time to admire Tristan’s strength or fighting skills. If it were the time, Callum would be salivating."

CALLUM BEING HORNY ON MAIN

“If you know who I am, you should have also figured out what I can do. And if you did you would also know not to touch what’s mine,”

AHHHHHHH "MINE"! HE SAID MINE!

"They had noodles and talked about nothing important."

Noodles are the best food ever. That is a fact. If you disagree with me you are objectively wrong.

“'You’re covered in puke,' Tristan said. 

“'New trend,' Callum tried to joke weakly.”

#NEWFASHIONTRENDSETBYKINGNOVA #FASHIONFORWARD

“Oh, you’d love to shower with me, I know. But I’m fine, don’t you worry darling.” 

DARRRLLIIIINNGGGGGGGGG *dies*

I love how Callum still manages to tease Tristan even when he's on the brink of death <3

AMAZING FICCCCC

LETS GOOOOOOOO

IT WAS SO FUNNY AND SWEET AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHHHHH

[beevean]

I haven't played TGAA, but I find the double standard in the way Barok is treated vs the way Miles, Fran and the rest of them are treated kind of strange. Barok is supposedly insufferable, plus he's racist and xenophobic. I ain't excusing that, but that's just how 19th century England was.

Miles and Fran have most likely sent innocent people to jail or even landed them the death penalty, simply because they cared more about securing a guilty verdict than actual justice. Godot is a literal murderer, and I've heard some unpleasant things about Simon and Nahyuta as well.

Yet, all (or most of) these characters are redeemed. Barok's biggest crime is...upholding the views of everyone else at the time. And that somehow makes him irredeemable, despite him actually warming up to Ryonosuke later. I'm not saying everyone should like Barok, but if Barok is irredeemable, so is every other prosecutor in AA.

This has been pretty much my point ever since they announced GAA's localization.

Barok is obnoxious, that is undeniable. Nipponese this, Eastern island that, his mocking of Ryuu easily crosses a line that leaves the player uncomfortable, as it should, because if his xenophobia doesn't bother you it says more about you than about the game.

But. Being obnoxious is all he does.

He does not present forged evidence, or use loopholes in court, or coach witnesses, like Edgeworth and Franziska used to do.

He's never ever physically violent against the defense, unlike Franziska, Godot, Simon or Nahyuta - he breaks his own glasses and bottles when frustrated, but he never harms anyone. (it says something that the entire series so far had only three prosecutors who are decent human beings)

His objective as a prosecutor is simply to find the truth. While he pushes very hard to prove the guilt of the defendant, it's clear that it's because he genuinely believes in his case - once Ryuu manages to convince him his theory makes sense, Barok drops most of his hostility and helps him. Unlike Edgeworth pre-heel face turn and Franziska, he couldn't care less about his own record, which means that he never deliberately gambled with the lives of potentially innocent people for his own ego. He is biased towards Ryuu, not only because he's Japanese but also because Barok admits to personally taking his cases even if they're banal, but he's not completely driven by a petty grudge like Godot - like I said, he'll help Ryuu win if he does a good enough job in his book, no matter his personal feelings towards his learned Japanese friend.

Both he and Edgeworth post-heel face turn share the same goal of finding the truth. However, Edgeworth has hurt at least one person in his quest, infamously Adrian Andrews when he threatened to reveal her mental illness in court and even said "if you kill yourself, that is no concern of mine". Compare this with Barok, who has shown himself capable of kindness as soon as his second appearance, when he (spoilers for Case 4 of GAA) subtly implied he would allow Roly Beate to keep his job despite tampering with the crime scene, because he could empathize with the poor man wanting to spend one day with his wife.

He's genuinely competent in his job, relying simply on cold hard logic to dismantle the defense's arguments as a good prosecutor should - to be honest, it may be the different writers, but Klavier, Simon and Nahyuta never struck me as being especially good at their job, with Klavier having to deal with a rather incompetent Apollo in AJ and Simon and Nayhuta happily abusing the old "attacking the defense" and "asking evidence for every word you say" tricks. (to be fair Simon gets to demonstrate his interesting manipulative skills in one case... Turnabout Storyteller, when he's Athena's ally. Also, I can't remember anything particularly horrible he does beyond being an ass like usual, in fact he may be the best prosecutor of the second trilogy)

Speaking of Nahyuta, the reasons I can't stand him while I love Barok are that Nahyuta is nothing but repetitive, unwitty, painfully realistic obnoxiousness propped up by a shallow twist revealed at the tail-end of the game; he has no real character development, because "sowwy guys i was good all along" is not development; he prosecutes simply to win even if it means insisting that a young girl committed murder in spite of the defense's reasonable arguments; there is no in-game justification for shit like him tormenting Athena in Japanifornia, or even him being an asshole in Japanifornia at all; and there's no weight in the realization that he let hundreds of innocent people being sentenced to death while he stood aside to protect his sister (like, that has got to mess you up a bit right? Can you show me that, game?). Barok not only has a much more fleshed out, drawn out backstory that explains most of his behavior (although I have my reservations at tying his racism to One Trauma); not only he slowly (... very slowly) warms up to Ryuu; not only he has humanizing traits like feeling horrible about being branded the Reaper of the Old Bailey, like it would happen to anyone being rumored to be a death bringer; but he is, most important of all, an overdramatic bitch and the contrast between his intimidating demeanor and the shit he pulls behind the bench is infinitely more hilarious than being told for the umpteenth time that you're a putrid lawyer who's going to hell. It doesn't sound like much, but a good AA game masters the art of "love to hate".

You know how Klavier is a base-breaking prosecutor because some consider him too nice? Barok is what happens when you take Klavier's honest, well-meaning demeanor and give him enough presence to be hated and loved at the same time. I completely understand if people find him too annoying (he's testing my own patience lmao), but I still think he is one of the best prosecutors in the series, both as a job and as the role of the rival.