#adrian answers

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

fr fr people are either lewding the fuck out of Miguel or they are just bullying him with memes and like 5% of the rest have him sad and staring at pictures of Gabi on his big ass screen.

HONESTLY!! obviously i’m not saying that people shouldn’t necessarily stop writing smutty content about miguel - do what you want i’m not dictating it because that’s just being an asshole - but it becomes a problem when that’s ALL you reduce his character to. hot buff latino that’d be a beast in bed. it’s just.. ew. some of the memes can be pretty funny, but it’s so damn difficult to find fans that like miguel as he is. an interesting antagonist with a lot of baggage and trauma, but also as a character that deserves to be loved and cared for as a person. just because he’s big and spider-powered doesn’t mean his needs as an actual human person should be ignored or pushed aside.

[owengrose]

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Alucard getting overstimulated by his s/o to the point he's whimpering and teary-eyed?

His lungs burned as he tried to clutch air into them. Alternating between gasping pants and clinching his jaw so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

How long had they been doing this for? Hours? Days? Centuries? Alucard felt it difficult to keep track of time. Keep track of anything other than trying to get air in his lungs, his lover’s wonderful cruel touches, and the need to cum.

“Aww…is it getting too hard my love?” Their sweet voice called to him. A finger tipping his chin up to crane his neck off the bed, which he instantly follows. A willing puppet to their whims. “I mean, I know your cock is already too hard. So red and swollen.” He gasped when their other hand drifted over his erection. Hips lifting to get just a little more touch that he needed to cum. But he was denied. “It looks to vibrant against your beautiful, white skin.”

“….please….” Alucard can barely choke out the words. He had actually been strangled, so he could honestly say that their skillful torment had left him strangled for words.

“Ooo…you beg so beautifully too. My sweet love. The son of the all powerful vampire lord Dracula at the quaking mercy of a little human. What would your father think?”

His fangs bare in a hiss, possibly a subconscious flash at the remark or from another barely their touch on his inner thigh near his balls. “….please…”

“You’re so beautiful when you cry too.” He hadn’t even noticed he was crying until they leaned in to lick a single tear from his cheek. Frustration, pain, or just squeezing them so tightly, he wasn’t sure what caused them. He was sure that elation was the cause of them after they told him, “ok. You can cum now.” It was like a cord snapped inside him as he came ropes of cum all over himself and the bed. Not unassisted by the fact that his back bent off the bed like he was possessed.

Alucard fell back to the bed when he was finished, then fell back into himself. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” His voice was a little hoarse. Probably from earlier when he was moaning & crying out. Fighting against it before he relented and just let them do what they wanted with him. Submitted so he could have the opportunity for release.

A cool rag drifted over his chest and arms, and Alucard lulled his head over to their lap that was already near it. “You seem to be needing this more than usual.” He had no comment on their remark. Mostly because it was hard to argue when they were right. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” He repeated and they dropped it. Letting him fall asleep as they finished cleaning him up, then crawled into bed after him. Maybe it was the exhaustion, he thought as he drifted off. Why he kept asking for this. If he was too distracted by orgasm to think, then too tired to think after, then maybe that was the reason. Or maybe he was just starting to like it more.

Either way, he would keep asking as long as they would provide. They seemed to have no qualms about doing this so far. So, he was safe. For now.

[mr-stottlemonk]

they wouldn't understand

[canisalbus]

A previous ask said machete was a cardinal and i instantly thought of him in this painting

Really tickled by the reactions of the background characters here, personally.

[rwac96]

Prompt

Professor Au

8 months of carrying their first child, weiss finally given birth to the baby girl, jaune was there with her providing support, in the waiting room friends and family are waiting to meet Arc-Schnee love child, when nurse said it was ready to meet the baby, jaune's mother rushed in pushing her son aside.

"Oh, my Gods," said a relieved Jaune Arc, his ocean eyes staring at his newborn daughter with Weiss. "She's...She's beautiful."

"She is," Weiss nods lightly, holding the swaddled infant. "Hello, sweetie." The Middle Schnee coos to her baby.

"Hey," Jaune says in a similar tone, reaching out with his finger to touch his daughter's cheek, who gurgled in response.

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"Gawds!" Nora groaned as she lay against one of the chairs in the waiting room, "How long does it take to squirt a baby out?!"

"Nora!" Ren calmed his wife down, "It takes time."

"Oh, Gods," the hammer-wielder grimaced, her teal eyes moving down to her own slightly swollen stomach. "I'm dreading when it's my turn."

"It's not so bad," Terra Cotta Arc said, sitting next to Saphron while their seven-year-old son was sound asleep. "I mean, it was painful when I gave birth to Adrian."

"Mama!" Squeaked a blonde, cat-eared toddler sitting on Blake's lap. "I'm tirsty."

"Okay, Nala," Blake reaches into her violet bag, pulling out a sippy cup and handing it to her daughter.

"I hope Weiss' okay," Ruby Rose said, clutching Oscar's hand as she worried for her best friend and teammate.

"I'm sure she'll be okay," the former host of Ozma spoke up, "she's been through worse."

"Childbirth's different, Oscar," Yang pointed out, "my first memory: Mom screaming like a banshee when Ruby was comin'."

"YANG!" The leader of Team RWBY's cheeks reddened at her sister, who snickered in response.

Then, the doors opened, and a nurse stepped out. "Ladies and gentlemen," she spoke, "you can now see the baby--."

"FINALLY!!" Juniper "Mama" Arc screamed as she rose out of her seat and rushed towards the delivery room, despite her age and the protest of the nurse. "I WANNA SEE MY NEW GRANDBABY!!"

"Uh," Adrian opens his eyes due to his grandmother's outburst, "is my new cousin here yet?"

[mismess]

oh my god. monk art. one consistant monk artist. im on my knees. you are like water in the desert. gods. save me monk art. monk art save me. thank you for your service 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I am here to provide 🫡

[marshbarks]

i know you literally just drew minis but i would love to see more 🥺🤲 they are so cute 😭😭😭

back for a quick visit !! (context)

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Can you do Adrian,Saffron, and Terra meeting Juniper?

Saphron: *Hugging Juniper Deeply* She's making the horror of what you went through more palatable.

Jaune: Yeah, She's good like that.

Saphron: *Muffled sobbing*

Terra: *Patting Saphron on the shoulder while holding Adrian*Hold your hand out Flat Adrian!

Adrian: *Holding lettuce out* Huh-buh!

Juniper: *Sniff Sniff* *Munch Munch Munch*

Adrian: *Giggle*

Terra: *Mouthing* Thank you!

Jaune: *Thumbs up*

[bloombubs]

Hi, I saw your requests are open. If it's no trouble maybe reader pampering Adrian on an off day? My babyboy, murder-wife doesn't get enough TLC in my opinion. He just needs to be taken care of! Let him lie in your lap while you play with his curls. Do a face mask with him! (Baby likes to be included in your routine). I'll take anything! 💕

thank you so much for requesting <3 this was adorable. heres to taking care of our murder-wife

Adrian trudged through the corridors of HQ, his mind consumed by thoughts of you barely twenty-eight seconds after stepping inside. This level of distraction was unusual even for him – all he could dream about was laying in bed with you, feeling the gentle touch of your hands, the warmth of your breath, the sweet whispers that filled the room with intimacy. The allure of violence, which usually stirred his adrenaline, held no appeal in this moment.

Normally, Adrian relished the rush of holding a gun, of knowing he was making a tangible impact in his own enigmatic way. But today, even that sense of purpose felt distant. Adrian would never hint to anyone in the 11th Street kids that he felt fatigued or sore – no, he was in peak condition with utmost endurance and he could withstand these difficult conditions – but his muscles ached.

The physical toll of the day weighed heavily on him. Each blow, each impact, seemed to reverberate through his body, despite the protective gear he wore. The memory of being thrown to the ground, his helmet barely cushioning the impact as his vulnerability showed, lingered like a haunting echo. In those moments, all he desired was to be with you, in your comfort, at home.

When you heard your boyfriend's footsteps approaching the door of your shared apartment, you weren't taken aback by the familiar feeling of his arms encircling your waist, showering you with a flurry of kisses along your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and neck. The absence of his usual animated chatter caught you off guard. There were no excited recounts of his day, no boasts about his marksmanship or humorous anecdotes from his time with Chris, which he often shared eagerly, expecting your laughter to follow suit.

Turning in his arms, you met his gaze, noticing the lack of sparkle in his eyes. Without a word, you reached up to cup his face, the silence between you speaking volumes. “Let's go get ready for bed, yeah?" you suggested softly, a smile tugging at your lips. Pausing, you added, "I haven't done my night routine yet. Would you like to join me?”

“Yes, please,” he murmured, his head tilting into your touch as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of your hands.

In no time, you found yourselves standing beneath the hot spray of the shower, steam filling the room. Typically, Adrian would take the lead, but this time, you seized the initiative. Your fingers worked through his wet hair, eliciting soft moans of content from him as his tense shoulders relaxed.

Adrian had always taken care of you, but now it was your turn. As you massaged his tense muscles, you noticed the bruises marring his freckled skin. His body responded to your touch, goosebumps rising as he reveled in your tenderness. It was moments like these that reminded him he was loved, deeply and unconditionally, by you.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Adrian watched you with a mixture of admiration and adoration as you went through your night routine. His hazel eyes followed your every movement, a soft smile gracing his lips when you turned to face him.

His eyes brightened when he realized you were about to apply his favorite lotion, the familiarity of the scent comforting him. “This smell reminds me of you,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on your face before trailing down to where droplets of water cascaded down your skin. The muscles loosened when he felt you massage his muscles once more, his head tilting back in pleasure. “Everything reminds me of you,” he added, his words laced with sincerity.

Your cheeks flushed at his sweet words, a warmth spreading through you as his ability to make you feel cherished never failed to melt your heart. Even in his fatigue, he knew just how to make you feel special.

As you turned your attention to his hair, applying a small amount of styling product with gentle fingers, you couldn't help but admire the way his features softened in repose. His hazel eyes, almost puppy-like in their adoration, gazed up at you, his hands resting lightly on your waist as you worked your magic. He pinched the fabric of the towel, rolling it between his fingers with a contented sigh.

Leaning down, you pressed a tender kiss to the top of his forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection. “Go lay in bed while I get the rest of the things,” you suggested softly, cupping his chin and caressing the stubble on his cheeks. Without any hesitation, he nodded in agreement, rising from the chair and pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek before squeezing your waist one last time, his touch lingering as he made his way over to the shared bed.

As he settled onto the mattress, you couldn't help but notice the tension that still lingered in his body. With a gentle touch, you offered him an iced water and some inflammation medicine, silently acknowledging the toll the day had taken on him.

Carefully, you crawled on top of Adrian, settling in his lap as you tore open a facial mask sheet. His eyes were trained on you, his gaze filled with a mixture of appreciation and affection. “This helps with rejuvenation,” you explained softly, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. His hands squeezed your thighs, not wanting to let you go, not wanting to ever forget the sound of your voice or the way you look at him. This was all he wanted for the next few weeks of his life--he's sure of it.

“Is that what I need?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I think you need sleep,” you replied, shaking your head with a soft chuckle as you applied the mask. “But in twenty minutes, that’s when we take this off,” you added, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

As you both settled into bed, Adrian leaned against you, his body relaxing into the comfort of your presence. With each gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair, you could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

“Tomorrow I can make you a nice breakfast,” you offered, a soft smile playing on your lips as you sought to convey your love and care for him.

“God, I’m so thankful for you,” he groaned. “And so in love with you.” His words washed over you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of contentment and love. In this moment, surrounded by each other's affection, Adrian knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

yo you know my transgirl!miguel x reader with the nya x jay dynamic idea right?

imagine Miguel with water powers like nya and Gabriel with fire powers like Kai

OOOOOOOO FUCK YES-

miguel and gabriel would fit the nya and kai dynamic PERFECTLY holy shit. i really need to rewatch ninjago because my memory is a little sparse about it rn, but this idea makes my brain go 'mmmmm' like a microwave

[911bts]

Just a curious self indulgent question: i saw you say on twitter the cast might be in for wardrobe fits this week or next. Is this normally when the cast might get haircuts/do makeup tests etc? Or is that something they usually do on their own before showing up to start filming

Generally, the cast does it on their own before filming starts. In the past, Kenny and Jennifer have both posted about getting ready for the season and the changes they make.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Alucard/Adrian getting his hair styled by his s/o?

His mother always liked his hair long, which is one of the reasons Alucard chose to keep it long as he got older.

It is a pain to manage, however.

It takes a long time to wash, dry, keep it from getting knots, or simply tangled in something. So, he appreciates s/o’s help.

When they first offered to help him with his hair, Alucard was a little put off by it.

He wasn’t a child, nor were they preening girls at a sleepover.

But he relented and let them do it, and he realized it was much easier to have them do it then managing it all on his own.

Most of their ‘styling’ is just them brushing it out and making sure it’s smooth. Since he likes to keep it down.

From time to time, he is convinced to let them braid it. Nothing elaborate. Just a simple braid to keep it out of the way when needed, or to sleep in.

They are also the only person he trusts to have them cut his hair. He doesn’t need it often, since his hair doesn’t grow quickly with his vampirism, but when it does get too long he lets them trim it up for him.

[howlingday]

Lets say jaune is Adrian's donor jessica cruz reacts to adrian pointing to her and going " mama 😇😊😄😇"

"No, Adrian." Terra giggled. "I'm Mama. That's Miss Jessie."

"Mama." The tot pointed at her. Then pointed to his other mother. "Mama." Then pointed to Jessica. "Mama." Then his finger singled out Jaune. "Papa."

"I'm really sorry about this, Jessica."

"It's fine." Jessica replied with a giggle. "I think it's very sweet he considers me part of the family."

[jooyeonjooyeoff]

He's just a little guy. A silly little guy

[rwac96]

Whiteknight ask: Jaune and teen Adrian having a conversation:

https://youtu.be/cP2j4pNS2NA?si=701Xs8eq4x2tq-77

(The link got copyright struck...)

Teen!Adrian: "Uncle Jaune..."

Jaune (35 Yrs Old): "Yeah, Adrian?"

Adrian: "...are you and Weiss banging?"

Jaune: *shook* "Uh, w-what made you ask that--?"

Adrian: *deadpan* "Mom found Weiss' panties in the guestroom."