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bippot · 3 months ago

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Calendar Girl - During

Story Summary -> When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they're friends. Nothing more.

Tags -> Violence, Blood and Gore, Kidnapping, Mommy Issues, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Stabbing, Gun Violence, Knives, Murder, Threats of Violence, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Valentine's Day

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Previous Chapter -> Before

14th

Waking up for the third consecutive day bound to the cold, unyielding embrace of a metal chair, Y/N L/N blinked against the harsh, flickering overhead light that cast shadows across the confines of the dingy basement. The air was thick and stale, carrying an unpleasant mixture of dampness and something akin to despair. Her heart raced, the rhythm echoing in her ears as she strained against the rough ropes that bit into her wrists, the fibres coarse and a constant reminder of her precarious situation.

She took in her surroundings with a keen, almost desperate scrutiny. The walls were a dreary shade of grey and were speckled with old stains - maybe from previous captives or something worse. No windows pierced the thick walls, no glimmer of daylight or moonlight to provide her with any sense of time. Y/N felt a pang of unease.

Was it still day? Night? She racked her brain trying to guess what day it was. Whoever this guy was gave her three meals a day, and she had been given eight meals so far. She was well-versed in that kind of addition. Three days ago, it was the 11th. So, today is the 14th. The 14th of February. Fuck. It's Valentine's Day.

Two concerns sprung up immediately.

1) This guy had clearly kidnapped her because it was Valentine's Day, and though the origin of St. Valentine is shrouded in mystery, Julian wasn't. It was obvious. She was here to be his date, his plaything. And while she had to hold onto hope that a date was all he wanted, Y/N knew that there was going to be a more sinister outcome. A normal guy wouldn't have 4 criminals break into her home and knock her out in order to have some innocent, puppy love romance. Something bad was going to happen; that was without question.

Though it was silly of her, Y/N knew that 2) Adrian may have thought she had stood him up. Focusing on getting to safety should've been the only thing on her mind, yet she couldn't help but remember how happy he had been the other night. Of course, some part of her brain knew that he would've worked it out by now - especially if he had the team's help - and he knew that she wasn't ignoring him purposely. She was a little tied up at the moment, literally.

Calendar Man appeared in the doorway, and Y/N wiped away any facial expression she currently had on, greeting him with, "Hey, big boy. What are we doing today? Maybe a walk in the park could do me some good."

He smirked and perched down in front of her. "Now, now, I'm glad to see you're awake, Y/N. I have a job for you."

"Really? And here I was, thinking you wanted to kill me."

"Kill you? Dear, why would I do that?" He laughed softly, brushing his fingers through her tangled hair. "No, I've decided to treat you properly."

Well, that wasn't ominous as shit. She scowled at him, pulling at the chains binding her wrists and ankles. "Treating me nicely, huh? How kind of you."

One of his henchmen handed him both a blue and a red expensive-looking silk dress, and Jullian held them against Y/N's body to see which one she would look best in.

"Red. Definitely red."

The henchman then grabbed at her forearm and twisted it till it was facing upwards, giving Calendar Man the perfect opportunity to reach for a filled syringe and insert it into the veins on her wrist. All of a sudden, everything felt heavy and distant to her. She tried her best not to show it, but her brain refused to process what was happening. The drug took effect quickly - each movement took so much effort, and she didn't dare speak, or it would come out as an incoherent, jumbled mess - and Y/N was untied from her binds and forced to stand.

Calendar Man smiled at her, the sight sending shivers running through her body. "Enjoy your new dress, my dear." He turned to the henchman to order, "Make sure she looks presentable for our date."

And with those words, she was led down the corridor and into a bathroom, where the red dress and a pair of stilettos were pushed into her hand. The henchman began to close the door, but before it was entirely shut, he poked his head in, a smarmy grin playing at the corner of his lips. "If you need any help changing - any at all - I'm more than willing to lend a hand," he purred, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she closed the door, pressing her forehead against the cool surface to try and stop the pounding in her head.

She wasn't in the right headspace to come up with a plan, and going along with things was the only way she could think of prolonging her life. The sedatives in her bloodstream would run out eventually, so now it was a waiting game.

Aside from the glaringly obvious mystery at hand, Y/N couldn't shake off the gnawing anxiety bubbling within her. It was utterly perplexing that both the shoes and the dress seemed to fit her like they were crafted just for her. Did they take her measurements while she was unconscious? Or was it possible someone had an uncanny knack for sizing up clothes? She couldn't help but grimly chuckle at the thought of a secret fashionista lurking in the shadows, armed with a tape measure and an eye for detail. How she wished it was the latter.

The outfit itself was beautiful, and the fabric was a gorgeous, glossy shade of crimson that matched the red lipstick that had been lying precariously on the sink. Not to mention the amount of attention that it brought to the cleavage, her breasts spilling out of the deep V just enough to be sexy without being indecent. The heels, though impractical and uncomfortable (as expected), looked amazing and made her legs look longer than ever before. As much as she hated to admit it, Calendar Man - or the secret fashionista - had excellent taste in clothing.

Y/N glanced at her reflection in the mirror and, damn!, she looked good. It was what she would look like if she went on an actual, proper date, which was something she hadn't done in a long time. The excuse she always used was that 'I don't have time' or 'I'm a hitwoman; that's not a green flag,' when in reality, it was because she had been waiting for one person in particular to ask her out.

And he had. And now she wouldn't be able to make it. Admittedly, it wasn't her fault, but still... Y/N sighed, staring sadly at her hands and tracing the lines etched in the palm, as she remembered how excited and optimistic Adrian had been the last time she saw him. Now, he probably thought she was dead. Or she had skipped town. Or no longer wanted to be around him. That thought saddened her to no end. She missed him terribly, and it had only been a few days.

Three loud BANGS of the door echoed throughout the bathroom. "You done yet?" The henchman's gruff voice called out, and before she had even responded, he opened the door. She stared at him blankly, her eyes narrowing a little as she scrutinised him closely. "Oh, the boss is gonna love this pretty thing."

He chuckled, nodding his head slowly as he eyed her up and down, obviously checking her out. His gaze lingered slightly too long on her chest, and she resisted the urge to shove the heel of her shoe into his crotch. She bit her tongue when he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "You know, I can't wait to watch what he has in store for you."

With that ominous comment still echoing in her ears, the henchman yanked Y/N from the sanctuary of the bathroom and thrust her into a room that looked like a bizarre shrine to time. The first thing that struck her was the floor beneath her stiletto-clad feet. It was an odd assortment of tiles, each emblazoned with a different date, like some twisted mosaic of time. At first glance, the tiles blended together, appearing random and inconsequential, but as she squinted down at them, a strange lunar pattern began to emerge.

The walls, too, were an affront to her senses. They were plastered with store-bought calendars, the pages yellowed with age, the dates heavily circled in red ink. Some calendars were from decades ago, their cheerful designs mocking the sinister atmosphere that enveloped her. Each calendar overlapped the other in a haphazard manner, creating a chaotic collage that felt like a visual representation of Calendar Man's madness.

The man himself was dressed in a flamboyant salmon-coloured three-piece suit, and his bald head glistened under the flickering candlelight. He reclined at the head of a long dining table, fingers curled around a glass of dark red wine, the liquid swirling ominously like blood.

A predatory smile stretched across his lips as she was unceremoniously thrust toward him, forcing her to sit down at the opposite end of the table from him. She kept her eyes locked onto his, trying to convey her disdain, anger, and annoyance over her situation, but he just stared at her calmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

One of the henchmen placed a steaming plate of meatballs and a large bowl of pasta in front of her, accompanied by a large bottle of cheap red wine.

"I'm a vegetarian," Y/N commented. Whether that was true or not was anyone's guess. It received the response she wanted, although Calendar Man became far more agitated than Y/N expected he should be. "And my New Year's resolution was to give up booze."

"That's irrelevant! This isn't about you!" he said, slamming his fist down on the table, making her jump slightly. "Eat the fucking food."

With an eye roll, she ate some of the food before her. It wasn't actually that bad, as far as meatballs go, yet Y/N scrunched up her face in disgust and let the food roll off her tongue like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Mm, gross..."

"Now, now... Don't be like that. We both know you're going to eat that food whether you like it or not, and so am I."

"It's disgusting. How can you eat it? It literally tastes of shit."

The fork in Calendar Man's hand bent under the force of his clenching hand and broke in half. He threw the broken utensil to the side, his expression contorting into an ugly scowl. His jaw was clenched tightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his brow, his whole form radiating tension.

"Shut up. Shut your fucking whore mouth and eat. If you aren't careful, you might ruin my surprise. Do you want me to kill you right here, right now? Because I will, I swear to god-"

He was cut off abruptly by Y/N's laughter, and he just blinked at her in confusion. It was clear to see that he was completely baffled by her behaviour. Normal people don't act like this when they're staring their future killer in the eyes.

This little date charade was tried and tested several times already. There was a sequence to things: the girl struggled to pick up her cutlery thanks to a mixture of the sedatives and her debilitating fear; he'd try to make small talk and be so entertained when she stuttered and cried; then dinner would be over, and Calendar Man could revel in her pleading and the 'I'll do anything, I swear's until, finally, his hands made it to her neck.

Y/N wasn't shaking. She was difficult. Her words came out sharp and biting. Her body language screamed defiance. She wasn't terrified. Despite everything that was happening, despite knowing that there was no hope of surviving whatever hell awaited her next, Y/N was outwardly calm.

This wasn't normal. She wasn't normal.

It was truly unfortunate that Julian had decided to stalk Y/N during her one week off from work. With no missions or covert ops to keep her busy, she'd enjoyed a refreshingly normal week, completely free from the chaos that usually surrounded her. Of course, that meant there was no chance for Calendar Man to get a real taste of the fierce spirit he was up against.

"Julian, you seem stressed," Y/N quipped, smirking at his furrowed brow.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

The van rumbled through the slick, rain-soaked streets of Evergreen in the very early morning, the tires splashing through puddles that reflected the flickering streetlights above. The hum of the engine was a low growl, its sound contrasting with the palpable tension brewing inside the dimly lit cabin.

Economos, with his broad shoulders hunched forward in concentration, gripped the steering wheel, his greying hair slightly tousled from the wind that whipped in through the cracked window. Emilia attached a holster belt around her slim waist, her movements fluid and graceful despite the tightness of her posture. The weight of the holster was a comfort, a familiar reassurance that she was equipped and ready to face whatever lay ahead. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her that had lain dormant for far too long.

In the back, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of nervous energy and anticipation.

Peacemaker adjusted the fit of his helmet, the sonic boom attachment glinting ominously in the low light. He was all bravado, a confident grin plastered on his face, but beneath that facade, a flicker of doubt lurked, threatening to break free. Beside him,

Adebayo tightened the straps of the force field helmet that Peace had loaned her for the day.

Vigilante seated opposite, his visor obscuring his big green eyes from view, shielding the worry that churned within him. The tension coiled tightly in his gut as he glanced at Y/N’s empty seat next to him; the absence felt like a wound that had yet to heal. If only she were here, he thought, feeling the weight of her absence more than ever.

The air inside the van was thick with unspoken words and shared glances that spoke volumes. They were a family - flawed and imperfect, yet united by a common purpose: to find their stolen friend. With every passing moment, the fear grew, growing stronger until a sense of dread was almost suffocating. Anxiety settled between them, weighing heavy upon their shoulders. The plan was simple. Kill the henchmen. Surprise attack Calendar Man. Whilst he was preoccupied, get Y/N out of there. Bada bing, bada boom.

Through the fogged windows, they gazed at the scene before them - an army of thugs milling about like predators circling their prey. Each one bore the unmistakable markings of Calendar Man's twisted legion: bald heads gleaming ominously, skin inked with intricate calendar tattoos, some faded, others still vibrant with fresh ink.

They swaggered in loose formations, their weapons glinting menacingly under the muted glow of the streetlights. Some idly chatted, others checked their firearms. It was a sight that would make any normal person’s heart race with fear; yet the 11th Street Kids were far from normal.

In an instant, Vigilante cracked open the window and started firing at the horde, taking out one henchman after another with ruthless efficiency. "Vee, we said we'd all start shooting on three," Peace argued, hurrying to open the window on his side and start shooting too.

"You guys were taking too long to count."

Emilia and Leota exchanged a glance that screamed exasperation, but it was the kind of look that was all too familiar in their line of work. With a shared sigh, they sprang into action, firing away at the gang of thugs that surrounded them. Adebayo was always horribly surprised by how good at this she was. Her aim was impeccable, her bullets ripping through flesh with ease. She was fast, agile, and lethal, her deadly accuracy really scaring her.

Once it was safe to do so, they parked up and made their way further into the warehouse. Peacemaker and Harcourt went left, Vigilante and Adebayo went right, and Economos stayed behind in the van in order to give them directions when needed.

Peacemaker always positioned himself in front of Emilia to shield her from harm. It wasn’t that he doubted her ability to defend herself; rather, the thought of her getting hurt again was unbearable. The last time they'd infiltrated a place, it hadn't gone well. The weight of her pain at Coverdale Ranch had crushed him. He had pleaded with her to remain in the van with Economos, to play it safe, but no amount of persuasion could sway her.

Now, even with a slight limp from her steadily recovering injuries, she pressed on with unwavering resolve. With a swift, decisive kick to the back of the knees, Emilia dropped a nearby henchman to the ground before expertly manoeuvring him into a headlock.

“How many more of you are there?”

"I don't know. We don't exactly do a head count. Just -" The guy never got to finish his sentence as Emilia shot him in the temple before he could utter another word.

Peace couldn't help himself. "You can quote me on this if you want: that gave me a semi, and I'm not even joking."

"Gross. Why did you tell me that?"

On the other side, Adebayo had yet to shoot another person, despite this side being crawling with henchmen. Vigilante executed them without even trying to have fun with it like he usually did. Before she had even registered that there were enemies around, he had killed eight of them already.

Adebayo glanced across at Vigilante as he reloaded. The red pane of glass next to his eyes bore a splattering of blood, which was a stark reminder of the chaos surrounding them. Without seeing his face, she sensed the tension in his posture, the rigidness of his form.

"Hey, man, we are going to get her back," Leota reassured, her voice steady despite the turmoil.

His response was measured, devoid of emotion. "I know."

Leota was taken aback. He hadn't spoken much since they got into the van, and it was unsettling. For the first time in her life, she wished he would start ranting or speaking his mind like he usually did, because when he was silent, she noticed just how effective he was. This goofy, dorky dude could easily be a villain with how good and at ease he was at killing people. Maybe not a supervillain, she thought. He's not smart enough for that... but he's smart enough to be dangerous.

Vigilante placed his gun next to Leota's head and shot some guy behind her that had just spotted them. The sound rang in her ears, so she chastised, "Warn me next time, dude," but he got up and made his way towards the next line of defence without acknowledging she'd even said anything. He didn't even look behind him to see if Adebayo was following.

All too soon, he was out of bullets and had resorted to slicing Calendar Man's henchmen to pieces. It was better for these dudes that they went quickly, so after Vigilante left them to bleed out, she shot them to put them out of their misery. He had gotten through four and didn't even stop walking forward. His gloves were covered in blood. Well, just in general, he was covered in blood, and there was so much of it that his boots left red footprints wherever he walked.

On the other side of the building, Chris had come up with a plan that was even more brutal, and it was both audacious and slightly ridiculous. He strutted into the heart of a group of unsuspecting goons. Then, with a mischievous grin, he unleashed his sonic boom. Boom! Six enemies went down faster than a diabetic kid at a candy store. He’d pulled this stunt three times now, and each time he shot Emilia a thumbs-up, making sure she was safely out of the way – or so he thought.

But no matter how hard he tried, some of that gross, squishy aftermath still found its way to Emilia, and on the third go, a guy's intact pancreas took an unexpected detour and plopped squarely on her head. “What the actual hell, Chris?” she exclaimed, her shock mingling with disbelief. She hadn’t signed up for a human anatomy rain shower!

“I can’t control where shit gets shot!” Chris defended himself, looking rather sheepish, though the glint in his eye suggested he found the whole situation amusing.

“Hey, you guys in position?” Economos’s voice crackled through the comms.

“Affirmative. Wait, hold on,” Vigilante replied, glancing over his shoulder. He spotted Adebayo, gesturing for her to take her shot. With impeccable aim, she took down an enemy, and he added with a smirk, “Now we are.”

“Three guys right in front of us,” Emilia chimed in, peeking around a corner, her focus sharp as she pulled the trigger and took one down. “Make that two.”

Chris pulled out his pistols, dual-wielding like a pro. “Is it go time?”

“Fucking go time,” John confirmed, excitement bubbling in the air, and together they charged forward into the chaos, ready to tackle whatever came next.

Calendar Man leaned back, the weight of his defeat heavy on his shoulders as he completely abandoned the meal before him. He tilted his head, a devilish grin creeping onto his face. "Do you want to know why I picked you, Y/N?" he asked, the words dripping with a sinister curiosity.

Oh, here it came. It was inevitable that the bad guy was about to monlogue about his villain backstory, and playing for time was her best bet; if she could stretch this narrative out long enough, maybe, just maybe, she’d buy herself a little more life. But did she want more time? It was fun to provoke him, and since she may be dead soon, might as well have fun with her remaining time.

"No. But you're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?" She shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm, even as her heart raced. Her senses were beginning to return. The faint ringing in her ears and the tingling sensation dancing along her fingertips dampened.

Maybe it was time for a last stand.

"When I was young—"

"Oh, please don't tell me that I look like your mother," she interrupted, her tone teasing.

The look on his face confirmed her theory; she could practically hear the gears grinding in his head. It was so predictable - an emotional minefield of a guy like him clearly had mummy issues. Well, they were practically a dime a dozen these days. Who doesn't have 'em?

"Aw, did mummy not love you?"

"Shut the fuck—"

"You kidnap women and pretend they're your mother. And then you take them on pseudo-dates," she yelled, relishing the moment. "You're seriously Oedipal. Did you want to, you know, get a little too close with your mom? I bet she was a great lay."

In a flash, Calendar Man leaped from his seat, his hand darting out like a striking snake to clamp around her throat. His grip was firm but not crushing - yet. Still, she couldn't help but keep that smile plastered on her face as she quipped, "Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?"

He released his grip on her neck, his fingers gliding teasingly over the skin just beneath her collarbone. In an instant, her playful grin morphed into a fierce snarl, a fiery expression that sparked something deep within him. This girl reminded him far too much of his mother.

That blazing fire in her eyes, the sharpness of her biting retorts, and the unmistakable disdain she held for him, it was all too familiar. Her defiance when he first captured her was like a mirror reflecting the past. It was as if she carried the same unyielding spirit that had once rattled his childhood. No matter what he did, she remained unshaken. Just like his mother.

Maybe he’d keep her around. Sure, it would throw a wrench into his meticulously crafted schedule, but there was something undeniably special about her. Too special, perhaps. Calendar Man found himself wanting to hang onto her, to see what this unexpected connection might lead to.

He lifted her chin with a gentle finger, forcing her to meet his gaze, his intention to speak hanging in the air like a promise. But before he could utter a single word, however, she surprised him by spitting right in his face. Jullian shoved her away, wiping the saliva off with a swift motion of his wrist, a bemused expression creeping onto his features.

The tension crackled between them as he repeated her previous words. “Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?”

“Neither,” she shot back with a roll of her eyes. “I just wanted to get that god-awful meatball taste out of my mouth.”

Y/N snatched the wine bottle from the table and, with a flourish, brought it crashing down, sending shards of glass scattered across the floor. Y/N gripped the jagged remnants of the bottle, holding them before her like a knife, her heart racing as she prepared for the inevitable confrontation. She was not going to let him get close, not now, not ever again.

Yet, rather than charging forward as she expected, he merely leaned back with an amused smirk, taking a few leisurely steps away. He crossed his arms, a picture of feigned defeat, and said, “This is a first.” His laughter rang out, rich and teasing. “Who are you really?”

At just the right moment, the door to his room burst open with a dramatic kick, and in strode Vigilante, gun drawn and ready for action. His finger twitched in anticipation, adrenaline pulsing through him. Calendar Man, caught off guard and unarmed, scrambled toward the other exit, only to swing it open and find Peacemaker standing there, gun already locked and loaded.

Julian spun back to the centre of the room, hands dramatically raised. “Who the fuck are you people?”

Y/N took a step forward, reaching for the shiny knives that Vigilante kept tucked away on the back of his utility belt. “I just need to borrow this for a sec,” she commented, a sinister glee suddenly infecting her.

As she strutted up to her captive, her heels clinking against the floor, she snagged a handful of cold spaghetti and meatballs, then landed a well-aimed kick right where it would hurt the most - right in the balls - and sent Julian crashing to his knees in a heap.

Crouching down to meet his gaze, she grinned wickedly, shoving the gooey spaghetti and meatballs right into his mouth. “We're the 11th Street Kids, bitch,” she declared, the words dripping with playful lunacy as she repeatedly stabbed him in the abdomen with the knife, each jab punctuated by an exaggerated flourish. His blood oozed out and painted her hand a vivid crimson, and she brought her slick fingers up to cup his cheek.

“I’m just so glad the drugs have worn off,” she continued, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Now I can savour every glorious second of your last breath.”

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memento-morri-writes · 2 months ago

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everything about the tags you just put on my post sounds FANTASTIC!!! I LOVE juicy NPC relationships!!!

tell me more? 👀

- @akindofmagictoo

ZOEEEEEEEEEE. You fucking ZOOMED to send this ask, adjkasdja. And I appreciate it SO much!!!!

okay, this is literally a mile long, and I sincerely apologize for that. I tried to cut out as much of the excess stuff as I could, but this is YEARS worth of lore to condense into one post.

If you want to read more about Rook, his tag is here on this blog, and here on my personal blog where I post my more informal/silly stuff about dnd. (It's just "oc: Rook" on both blogs.) My tag for all things dnd is "morrigan plays dnd" (on both blogs), and on this blog I have "dnd writing" which is snippets of my prose versions of certain scenes from the campaign or Rook's past.

The absolute juiciest NPC relationship of all time is Rook and Sigmar, but I linked an explanation of that when it becomes relevant in the post under the cut. (In that linked post there's also an explanation of the relationship between Rook and his first captain/mentor, Zara, and also between my barbarian, Carrion, and his mentor, who he may or may not be planning to murder. Just in case you want more juicy NPC relationships...)

And I would absolutely fucking LOVE to hear more about Iphigenia. (Weirdly enough, the second dnd character named Iphigenia I've met. Had one in one of the campaigns I played in. Her player was a classics major, so they knew full well what they were doing and based on what I've read about your Iphigenia, you do to...)

And I would also LOVE to hear about your cleric. Playing exes with another PC is so fucking funny. I love it. Two of my friends once played (as temporary characters) immortal lesbians who had been married and divorced DOZENS of times. One of them was a changeling, so the other one didn't even always know it was the same person.

There is nothing I love more in the world than talking about my dnd characters and hearing other people talk about theirs so you are ALWAYS welcome to send me an ask or a DM or anything at all about dnd-related things. I love hearing what other people's characters get up to.

Okay, so context: Rook is my half-(woof)-elf swashbuckler rogue. He's the bastard son of an elven nobleman named Alistair Lockwood who is on the governing council of a country called Arborcea.

Rook's birth name was Adrian Lockwood, but for the purposes of this post I'll be calling him Rook the whole time.

Rook's mom passed him off to Alistair as soon as he was born and vanished. He has no idea who she is, and he doesn't care. As far as he's concerned he doesn't have a mom. (Ofc, realistically there's a lot of nuance to this and she most likely had zero choice in any of it, but that's not important to this post.)

Rook grew up in the Lockwood Manor, with his father and his 3 half-brothers, Silas, Byron, and Theodore. The half-brothers are all full-elves, and thus were already DECADES old when Rook arrived. All of them (the brothers, Alistair, and his wife Evangeline) hated Rook. He was a reminder and a source of shame.

When he's 17 Rook ran away to the nearest port town and joined the crew of a pirate ship. What happened after that is WAY too long to get into here, because it's 9 years of pre-campaign stuff and then a campaign that's been going for 2 real-life years.

The important thing is that recently (during the campaign) Rook ran into this guy named Sigmar. (CLICK HERE for a better explanation of the Liars and their messy relationship. + MORE.) They ended up getting really close, Sigmar becoming a sort of mentor to Rook. Sigmar was also the only person (up until last session) who knew who Rook's father was. He said he knew Alistair (which should have been a big red flag), and seemed appalled when Rook mentioned how poorly he had been treated.

Fastforwards like 20 sessions and it turns out that Sigmar is actually a corpse that's been being puppeted and spoken through by the BBEG, a mad scientist by the name of Dr. Purity. We find this out by finding basically a magical recording device in the abandoned underground lab we're exploring. In the recording, Purity (though he wasn't using that name yet) mentions that Alistair Lockwood was supposed to provide him and his daughter shelter.

His accomplice informs him that his daughter is dead, and convinces Purity to go to someone else for help instead of running away, kick-starting his villain arc. However, that's not quite true. His daughter is alive and has been traveling with the party this whole time. However, Sigmar/Purity has been essentially ignoring her in favor of spending time with Rook. (The worst part of this is that he genuinely really does care about Rook and it's going to ruin both of their lives sooner rather than later.)

She asks him about her mother, and he says she doesn't have one, that he created her to be "perfect, not a monster".

The party destroys Sigmar's body, and it's revealed that one of the party members has known Sigmar's identity since basically day one and never told Rook, even when it was obvious they were getting very close.

Fastforwards about a day and a half and we're walking through a different part of the sprawling underground laboratory. We're supposed to be looking for a hidden room with records that we need to prove that the Merchant's Guild sucks, but Rook finds a door with "Dr. Meladria" (the name Purity was using at the time of the recording) on it.

He goes inside and finds a file of documents labeled "Project Alina" (Alina being the name he gave to his daughter when she was born/created. We call her Cherry though.). Rook skims the first page or so and finds mention of both his father and oldest half-brother, Silas. To quote my session notes, Rook was "at his limit for knowledge-based self-harm" so he takes the documents and leaves.

He intended to give them to Warren, the werewolf gunslinger who's basically become Cherry's adoptive father. But that same session Warren permanently dies, sacrificing himself to save/revive Rook. (His player had been planning to kill him off for months, apparently.)

After that, a BUNCH of shit happens, including Rook getting kidnapped and tortured for nearly a month. So obviously those documents are the furthest thing from his mind.

Last session an NPC traveling with us who's from Arborcea approached Rook and questioned him about his relationship to Alistair Lockwood, and Rook reluctantly revealed that he's his father. After she left, Rook pulled out the Project Alina documents and read through them.

It turns out that Alistair and Silas were both involved in supplying Meladria/Purity with samples of elven and fey genetics, which Meladria/Purity used to create... things. Namely Alina/Cherry, who he made using in part his dog's genetics, because she's a werebeast.

Now Rook has to be the one to tell her that (a task he would have gladly passed off to Warren), which is probably going to turn into a whole discussion about Cherry and Rook's very fucked-up feelings about Sigmar. (They both were upset at the reveal of his identity but for opposite reasons. Cherry because he didn't care about her, and Rook because he did.)

I half-jokingly pitched the idea of us running into Silas when we're back on dry land (we're in our sailing arc right now), having been sent by his father to re-establish his connection with Purity's cult/organization, the Children of the Enlightened.

(The reason I brought it up is because we were going to do this tournament thing and the DM revealed to me after we ended up not doing it that Rook would have ended up facing Silas in the fencing portion of the tournament. And that Silas would have probably poisoned him in order to win.)

I mentioned it a few days ago and today the DM tells me he's been thinking a lot about it, and I took my chance and dove headfirst into spouting out a zillion what-ifs of what could happen when Rook sees Silas again. I would be shocked now if it doesn't end up happening, hahaha. Me and the DM share ALL of our braincells when it comes to making Rook miserable.

Anyways, it would be a fucking wild ride because Silas and the rest of the Lockwoods had basically assumed that Rook/Adrian was dead. But now here he is as a member of a powerful adventuring party, who happen to be standing in the way of Alistair's interests.

Of course they'd probably end up fighting and both of them would tell their companions to stay out of it. Rook is usually very self-deprecating, but I think he would end up being very arrogant during this interaction with Silas, in part because he's so much stronger now than he was as the child/teen that Silas knew, and in part because he's drastically overcompensating for how fucking worthless the Lockwoods taught him he was.

I'm hoping Silas still poisons him, lmao.

Of course Rook wouldn't kill Silas, but rather send him back to tell Alistair that yes, Adrian Lockwood is dead, but somehow he still managed to kick your heir's ass.

Since by the time we get back to dry land Rook is hopefully going to have killed his personal villain, the world's most powerful and feared pirate captain, the Crown of the Sea, Kora Wolf, it would be fucking hilarious to see Silas's reaction to Rook saying "I killed the Crown of the Sea, do you really think you pose any kind of challenge to me?". (What can I say. I want to make that asshole shake in his 200gp boots.)

Okay, phew, I think that's the end of that. If you read this whole thing, I am giving you a hug (if you want it) and all of your favorite foods.

#sidebyside-withafriend #morrigan replies #oc: Rook #morrigan plays dnd #I'm so so so so SO sorry Zoe. I literally think this is over 2k words. 😭 DEFINITELY over 1k for sure.#I'm sorry. Rook is my favorite OC I've ever created for anything ever and I could literally talk about him for HOURS.#I have never been this attached to a fictional character in my life. It's a problem.#akindofmagictoo #dnd #thank you SO much for the ask and if you don't read all of it that's okay. I know it's a lot.#btw. I started typing this literally less than 2 minutes after it arrived (which was less than 5 minutes after I reblogged the post)#and I'm only just now getting done with it. It's taken a WHILE.

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rhetoricandlogic · 9 months ago

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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.

#Adrian Tchaikovsky #One Day All This Will Be Yours #mahreviews #long post

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joseopher · 2 years ago

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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

#novacaine #tristan x callum #tristan caine #callum nova #the atlas six

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patchworkspringlocks · 2 years ago

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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)

#i’ve thought far too much about this actually #unfortunately the executives are dysfunctioning in my brain so this will likely be the only bit of writing you’ll get out of me for now #even though i would very much like to put all this and the rest of the timeline down in a readable and entertaining format #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf fandom #michael afton #the mimic #fnaf mimic #canon timeline #tales from the pizzaplex #tftpp #metaposting #springs moving mechanical jaws

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astorythatwritesitself · 2 years ago

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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~

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pagesfromthevoid · 3 years ago

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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.

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #vigilante x reader #vigilante imagine #adrian chase

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years ago

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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.”

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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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wowowwild · 2 years ago

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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.)

#ace attorney #justice for all #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #franziska von karma #maya fey #pearl fey #dick gumshoe #misty fey #regina berry #max galactica #sean dingling #ken dingling #lawrence curls #adrian andrews #game posting #jfa

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cressssssss · 3 years ago

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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

#coworkers to lovers #friends to lovers #coworkers to friends to lovers #adrian chase x male reader #adrian chase #adrian chase x you #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x male reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante #hbo peacemaker #peacemaker hbo max #freddie stroma #male reader #august writing things #not beta read

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witchbugs · 3 years ago

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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.

#owlphibia bingo #the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #king’s tide

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beevean · 4 years ago

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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.

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