#adrian writes things

[oopey-doopey]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request Castlevania Trio x Fem reader who’s a werewolf platonic hcs? Playful, dog-like, sharper senses than Alucard, and is like a rogue, like the fastest member in the party?

Werewolves are not his favorite.

The inherit animosity between vampires and wolves runs deep, but it they are willing to overlook that for a common good of destroying Dracula & the night creatures, then he supposes he can get past it as well.

Their…enthusasim is also not something he enjoys. Their persistent need for affection and validation is a lot for a stoic recluse like Alucard.

He tries to be understanding. Even offering to train them to control their shifts and fight better. He does value them as a companion.

Two peas in a pod. Or two idiots in a burlap sacks, depending on how you look at it.

Trevor always wanted a dog growing up, so he takes to their new wolf instantly (though he is aware they are not a dog and does not treat them that way).

They have a lot of the same energy. Curious, rakish, a bit of mischief wrapped in a playfully violent to full violent packaging.

His heart belongs to Sypha, but if she had never come into the picture Trevor could see himself wanting to be with them. Although their relationship would burn hot & bright before it inevitably exploded.

Sypha is fascinated by their lycanthrope qualities. Curious how a person was able to develop the skill to shift completely into an animal, control it, and what being as an animal is like for the sheer information gathering of a Speaker.

She asks a lot of questions, which seems to irk their wolf, but humors Sypha as best they can. They don’t have a lot of the answers for the simple fact that this has been their life and they don’t have a reason or answer, it just is.

They come into conflict between Sypha’s feelings for Trevor and her feelings that Trevor may prefer the wolf over her. When she realizes that’s not the case she apologizes and they mend their friendship completely.

Sypha is the only one that can talk them out of ‘wild shift’. A phenomenon in werewolves where they shift by will or by force and can’t get back out. Sypha’s calm, caring, consistent manner is able to soothe them and help them shift back. She then takes care of them for the rest of the evening.

[livefastdriveyoung]

I think in the midst of all of the exits this season, we once again failed to remember that Adrian Newey is at Aston now.

Next season is going to be WILD!

[cool-abed-filmz]

i needed season 2 of peacemaker out yesterday, why can’t it be august my ao3 is dry as a bone i want more adrian fics MY HUSBAND

[beelsjuicytitties]

Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?

summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.

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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3

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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly. 

  You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.

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  Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.

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The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders. 

  "How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered. 

  "I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you." 

  Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC." 

  "Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face. 

  "My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy."  You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes. 

  "Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back. 

  "Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me." 

  "Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight. 

  "And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face. 

  "I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"

  "That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other. 

[mr-stottlemonk]

made a timeline for monk tv for the folks cause it makes no sense sometimes.

[more in the tags]

[update: stottlemeyer's timeline found here]

[evilfloralfoolery]

Okay, so I've spent some time "listening" to Adrian talk about himself, and this is what I have so far for his character nonsense. SHIT GOT REALLY WEIRD REALLY QUICK lol.

It's under the cut because it's hella long, as per the usual. Kinda surprised he was the one that spoke up first, but hey....

Adrian is part of Grimm and Indigo's universe and is one of Grimm's men. We're talking tactical, not tactile, you perverts lol.

Name: Adrian Vaughn

Age: 29

Star Sign: Leo

Partner: Tahoma "Eddie" Shonto

Appearance: 6'1" (185-ish cm). Medium athletic build. Long layered hair that is about shoulder length and a mix of brown, black, red, copper, blond, and any other "natural" hair color. Olive skin. Dark red eyes. Slightly pointed canines on top and bottom teeth (he's not a cryptid. Keep reading for more on that). Various tattoos, including two mourning bands on his left upper bicep. Various piercings, including labret, tongue, nipples, and elsewhere. Big "come fuck me" energy.

Weapon of Choice: Bare hands, knives, voice.

Other Weapons: Demon-assisted antics.

Likes: Goth rap, fast cars, red meat, sashimi, tight jeans, video games, darts, lifting weights, running, rock climbing, hot weather, spicy food, artifacts, fixing shit, Eddie's cooking.

Dislikes: Extreme formality, people with no sense of humor, raw tomatoes, country music, pastel or white colors, people who walk too slow, public transit, liars, religious crap, cold weather, button down shirts.

Allergic to: Dust and probably other shit we haven't discovered yet.

Sensitive to: Any manmade scent, camphor, cleaning products, the pepper gas that he creates in the kitchen when he tries to cook.

Other Snzfucker Info: (Read his history first to understand this better.) Adrian is weird one because while he has the fetish, it's not just for hearing others. He's HELLA turned on by hearing himself, but he wasn't like this until he became the housing unit for a powerful demon. It's a constant source of annoyance for him because he'd rather not be, but there's nothing he can do about it. I don't make the rules, y'all. This is some wtfery.

History: Adrian was a real "problem child" growing up. He liked to play "fuck around and find out" with dangerous (and often illegal) shit. Until the people he loved got hurt by it. That was a real eye-opener for him. (I'm still learning about Adrian, so I don't have a complete picture yet.) At some point, he was scouted by Grimm's organization (F.I.R.E.) and that's where he met Eddie. That escalated quickly into something more than friends.

The Exchange: Eddie was shot in the line of duty and basically died in Adrian's arms. Adrian sacrificed himself to save Eddie’s life, but technically, Eddie was already dead.  So, he had to offer the death gods something in exchange to bring his partner back.  He offered himself. The death gods accepted, but instead of taking Adrian’s life, they made a different sort of arrangement.  Adrian isn’t alone in his body anymore.  There’s a powerful demon in there with him.  It basically shares his soul now.  As long as Adrian is alive, the demon is confined.  (I have a much longer explanation about this that I will put somewhere else.) It changed Adrian's appearance. His hair is a multitude of colors (black, blond, red, copper, etc.) His hazel eyes turned dark red. He was somewhat slight of frame before, but came back as something stronger, bigger, and faster.

Fun facts:

*Adrian actually has pretty great singing voice, but he plays it off as being obnoxious and rarely uses it in that way. He CAN, however, use it in a more nefarious way, thanks to his demonic side. The power of suggestion is strong.

*He's twice as strong as a regular human and extremely fast. All of senses are much, MUCH keener since "The Exchange." He's become F.I.R.E.'s best tracker because of this.

*He likes to eat Carolina Reaper peppers for snacks. His tolerance for spicy food is unreal.

*"Cards Against Humanity" is his favorite game.

*He seriously cannot cook for shit. Pretty sure he could burn water.

[vampirecatboy]

having to make a whole ass reference sheet for myself on top of a plot rundown because how else am i supposed to keep track of who's fucking who and who prefers what role and dick size and height and species in this fourteen man fuckfest

[nightshadeplant]

What if I fuck around and rewrite miraculous but swapping marinette and Adrian’s gender…

[saturdaynightghostclub]

“Hey Toady how’s it going lately”

It’s great thanks babe, I almost crashed an entire bus into a guardrail after sliding through an icy intersection, now I’m seated to see The Iron Claw by myself and after that I’ll probably have a sleepover at my mom’s because all of my roommates are out of town and I’m lonely. You?

[megatraven]

fake fic title: “(you’re) too sweet for me” for sydrian

yessssssssss >:3c

Sydrian - Sydney loves him, somehow. Adrian doesn't quite understand it, beyond the fact that he loves her, too, and they understand one another more than anyone else ever could. Despite this, sometimes he doubts that he's deserving of her and her love. The pills help with his mood, but there's often part of him that wonders what he ever did to deserve her kindness, that now-frequent smile, her softened gaze. He tries to push those thoughts down; he doesn't doubt her, after all, and he never wants her to think she does.

But like clockwork, Sydney figures him out, and pokes at his denial of any problem until he comes clean. Together they can do anything- he's been convinced of that since day one- and this is no different. That's what Sydney tells him, before launching into what must be some kind of a plan with a terribly high number of steps, that all involve showing him just how much he means to her.

From a timeline of photos, to a replica of Hopper he'd made for them both, to the AYE shirt she still keeps tucked safely in her drawer, and to the Pies N Stuff mug that she takes her coffee in every morning. Sifting through one piece of their life at a time, she convinces him that he's done as much for her as she's done for him. That he deserves every bit of love and sweetness she can muster.

[sw33t-oubliette]

lee and adrian/rachael [analogue conciousness] are actually so paulkins coded when you think about it . Why is your lover coming back from the dead as someone unrecognizeable if youre not apotheosis coded

[halfbakedspuds]

You know it's late enough to hit the sack when you're reading through your writing to mark out stuff that needs to be edited when you have the time and find yourself chafing and practically yelling at the characters to stop being oblivious idiots...

... Only to remember that you are the one who wrote them that way.

[futurewife]

feel like skipping to the convenience store cause I love my new boyedfwend adrian soooo muchly then I get to the store and I'm in the aisle like hehe what if we were buying snacks togetherrr 🥹🥰 and holding hands and swinging themmm

[galaxae]

i only need to work here like 5 more months before i will have been here for a whole year. then maybe i will either go harder about switching to a different position or just quit and work somewhere else

[mr-stottlemonk]

telepath monk totally frazzled and shaking because he's looked into one suspect's mind and oh fuck, its messy and terrible and it's like listening to a broken record.

natalie usually grounds him but its not helping. he needs someone more solid, more stronger.

stottlemeyer who's miles away being called in because monk won't do anything else and can't until he comes over.

cue stottlemeyer finally arriving and holding monk's trembling shoulders, it doesn't do much but oh it starts to center him and then, then, monk pushes himself into stottlemeyer's hold and stottlemeyer holds him against his chest as monk holds onto him, holds on stottlemeyer's strong shields and calm sweeps over him...

later he's told, his mind was screaming into everyone within a five mile radius for stottlemeyer even though he hadn't been saying a damn word.