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This is my Roman Empire
#i hate shaking hands#best i can do is an awkward wave#tony shalhoub#monk#monk 2002#mr monk#adrian monk#abe weissman#alexander minion#spy kids#conan#conan o'brien#autism#using that tag to refer to the autism that makes me not want to shake hands and the autism that makes this clip play on loop in my head
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Stupid shit i made while I was in the psych ward/ER mental ward.
#half life fanart#tf2 comics#tf2 spy#cry of fear#team fortress fanart#team fortress 2 art#half life#adrian shephard#silly#gordon freeman#bugs#ultrakill#fnaf#afraid of monsters#ena fanart#portal#sanrio#cars#i can finally krill myself
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âI went to the grave and it still hurt.â
#monk 2002#monk 2002 edit#adrian monk#trudy monk#adrian monk edit#trudy monk edit#monk tv#i never edited Trudy before!#her aesthetic#very cool im here for it#natalie teeger#natalie teeger edit#nat becoming a top spy in that ep#Adrian the detective who
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some of us r sane and the rest of us spend 5 hours drawing their tf2 ocs
i was gonna do more but um. no. not right now. another day mayhaps.
anyways i finally finished vampire medic and i also designed scene scout which was an idea i never talked about but ive had in mind for a bit xD yeah i hope u enjoy :)
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 medic#tf2 engineer#tf2 scout#tf2 oc#tbh scene scout does not look one bit like scout#which i kinda hate#but thats okay#i know tf2 takes place in the 70s but if new zealand is literally atlantis and there are fucking robots and modern day earbuds#than scene fashion can exist too. sure. why not!#i might draw the red counterparts of these guys#these r all blue team fellas#scene scout doesnt have a red equivalent but carl (engie) has roboneer and vampire medic has lovely medic#question for the medics do we do vampire and lovely yaoi or heavymedic . idk which id prefer in this case#idk . they could both be fun dynamics#vampire and lovely might be more interesting though since vampire medic is relatively normal and lovely medic is insane#so if you have any input on that let me know . its not rhetorical#anyways i need to make more tf2 ocs#there are no heavies#no snipers . no spies . there are 2 soldiers but theyre so hard to draw i give up everytime i try#1 scout. 2 pyros (3 if you count pyro bug). 2 engineers . no demos.#ugh i gotta make sure each team has at lrwst one of each class#i was repurposing my oc adrian into a tf2 oc because he is both french and carries a sniper rifle on his back#and blah blah blah sniper spy blah blah blah#anyways im yapping sorry. might go to sleep soon. kinda want to go eat first though#so im gonna go grab a cookie#byebye chat baii bai abibaba bai :33
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Freehoun this, Freemance that. These are good and all, but I'd like to propose a new "ship": Whordon Freeman. If it passes the Harkness Test, he'll do it.
#art#traditional art#artists on tumblr#gordon freeman#half life 2#hl2#hl2 gordon#barney calhoun#hl2 barney#alyx vance#hl2 alyx#half life#suggestive#probably#i mean look at this#how can it not be#tried to draw tf2 spy and adrian shephard but theyre so poor quality im not tagging them proper
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so i extended the âCoven Heads Fight, but theyâre TF2 Mercenariesâ thingy I did because I performed a âcopy and pasteâ trick of sorts to save my phoneâs storage from exploding
in retrospect, there are a few things I could have done justice on this clip, but yâknow what i like it: coupa parts I enjoyed editing here
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Featuring (highlighted in red are new):
Darius (Demoman); Abomination Form (Horseless Headless Horsemann)
Raine (Sniper)
Eberwolf (Scout)
Mason (Engineer)
Hettie (Medic, duh)
Adrian (Spy)
Osran (Heavy)
Terra (Soldier)
Vitimir (Pyro)
#the owl house#the owl fortress au#coven heads#video#darius deamonne#raine whispers#eberwolf the huntsman#toh mason#hettie cutburn#adrian graye vernworth#toh osran#terra snapdragon#vitimir#i credit the coven head server for helping me figure out which mercenaries are for osran and terra specifically#distractus leakis crappitos#eber was gonna have l4d2 zombie noises but they look like theyâll laugh at masonâs suffering#i am once again sorry for any loud parts in this video (if any to you)#i nerf demonneâs abominster voice from the original oof#imagine a âspyâ counter at the beginning#iiiiIIIIII MIGHT do that brief cold opening from Hunting Palisman. Not sure cause I have to get kinda creative when I get there someday
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#new cold war#manufacturing consent#ben norton#usa pol#... preparing myself to experience more than red scare 'spy' balloon and sunbear-is-a-man-in-a-suit sinophobia#and other manufacturing consent initiatives in the western mainstream media#oh also the 'there's a muslim genocide in xinjiang' atrocity propaganda cropping up again. despite that additional vocational schools#have been finished for years now. ahhh but but the adrian zenz shit papers about birth control đ¤Ş#i peeked at the foreignaffairs article in question#(used archive.[] to bypass having to give foreignaffairs my fucking email. 12ftio wasnt cutting it)#yeah it's literally full of misinformation & related manufacturing consent content#which I guess would be good to put up as an example of what that looks like but tbh don't have the energy to point out every single one#& I'd rather not put that here without that. or actually with it either because i dont care to deal with#some 'ok so the USgov lies & pays well for it but china is still bad right' chucklefuck wandering in and going 'đ¤đwell you see'#đ¨đł
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Part 7: The Shadows Sing
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8
You were drowning. You felt your hands and foot freeze as you sunk further down into the lake.
You were too weak, so you let your shadows out.
Not even seconds later, they had shadow walked you out of the lake.
However, in front of you wasnât the beautiful hazel eyes youâd learn to adore, it was Amaranthâs black eyes staring into your soul.
âWeâve got you now. You canât get away.â
It was Amarantha that was speaking, but the voice was Adrianâs. The illyrian that took your wings.
âI see youâre a shadowsinger,â the voice continued. âWe could use one of you on our team.â
You were dying.
âPlease donât run away,â Azriel said the second you opened your eyes. âYou need to rest, you have a fever.â
You sat up in your bed and looked around. You were home and safe. The fire was going.
You noticed the presence of your shadows and immediately hid them away.
You felt warm. Not only from the fire, but from the presence of the illyran male that sat before you. You hated to admit it, but you couldnât hold it back any longer. You didnât want to run away from him.
Azriel slowly walked towards you with your mug in his hands. You had made it yourself out of tree.
He handed you the mug and you looked down at the content. You had no idea what it was, but it smelled delicious.
âItâs hot chocolate,â Azriel said before you could question him. âItâs chocolate melted and mixed with milk. Remember to blow on it, itâs hot.â
You nodded and did as he said. It was so good, you felt like you were in heaven.
âWhere did you get milk?â You asked him.
Milk was something youâd never have money for. Oat milk you were sometimes able to buy, but never cow milk.
âMy shadows got it from Velaris,â he answered.
âVelaris?â You asked him. âIs that a store?â
You had never heard about that, but the name told you it was beautiful.
âItâs a city in the Night Court,â Azriel answered. âI live there.â
You thought back to your time in the Night Court. You were always told the court didnât have any cities other than Hewn City. Youâve never heard about Velaris.
âIt had been a secret for over 5000 years,â Azriel explained. He must have seen your confusion. âIt only got revealed during the war against Hybern.â
You tried to imagine what your life had been like if youâd live in a city. If youâd know about a city, you could have escaped the war camp easier and probably hidden well enough to not get caught.
âMany other illyrans still does know about it. Thatâs probably why you donât know about it either,â Azriel continued hesitantly. âI talked to Rhys.â
You couldnât stop yourself as you whipped your head towards Azriel.
âRhys?â You asked him. âRhys as in Rhysand as in the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhys?â
He only nodded.
âIâm his spymaster,â Azriel told you.
You immediately stood up from your bed. Your now empty mug fell to the floor.
âWhy does he want to spy on me? I havenât done anything wrong. I wouldâve died if I didnât do that I did. Iâm not going back.â You rambled.
Azriel stood from your chair and took a step towards you. His arms were lifted, it was like he wanted to hold you, but he soon lowered them again.
âI didnât mean it like that,â he said. âIâm not here to spy on you. Definitely not here because Rhys said so. Iâm here because Iâm curious about you. Iâm also here because I realized I like talking to you. No other reasons.â
It didnât calm you down. You felt so vulnerable.
Youâd let a spy into your home. Not only a spy, but an illyrian spy.
You canât believe you thought of him as safe.
âYouâve used your five minutes,â you replied with a shaky voice. âThe bargain was that youâd leave me alone after the five minutes.â
His eyes widened a little as he shock his head.
âThe bargain was that Iâd leave you after five minutes of questioning if you told me to leave,â Azriel told you and moved towards you. He lifted his arms again, but this time he put them on your arms. You loved the feeling. One simple touch from him made your anxiety disappear. âTell me to leave, and Iâll leave.â
You looked deep into his hazel eyes. You didnât want him to leave. You wanted him to stay. For him to continue holding you.
âIâŚ,â you started, but had to stop.
You heard him draw a sharp breath and felt his shadows in your hair. They then moved to caress your cheeks.
You felt worry spreading through your body. You didnât understand why, itâs not like he would reject your request for him to stay. He literally just told you he wanted to stay.
Thatâs when you realized, you felt his emotions. Youâd been feeling them ever since the bond snapped for you, but it felt so much stronger.
You realized his grip on your arms had tightened, not in a dangerous manner, but in a protective one.
âIt snapped for you too?â You asked him before you even thought about it.
He just nodded as his eyes grew in size.
You almost laughed.
âI donât want you to leave,â you told him. Knowing he felt as nervous as you did made you confident.
âThen I wonât leave,â he answered determinedly.
âGood,â you said. âIâm going to sleep.â
He let out a small laugh.
Youâd slept through the night and woke up to a ready breakfast. You didnât talk much while eating, you only focused on savoring the taste. You loved the feeling of being full.
âWhat happened yesterday?â Azriel asked you when youâd both finished eating.
You thought for a second. You felt so embarrassed. You didnât want him to look at you as weak.
âThere are a pair of twins in my hunting group,â you started to explain. âTheyâre the best of all of us.â You had to draw a breath before you continued. âThey thought it funny to pull my prosthetic from my foot and throw it out onto the ice. I had to crawl out to get it and fell through the ice.â
You could see the anger spreading through Azrielâs entire body.
âHow did you get out?â
âI waited for them to leave and shadow walked out of the lake,â you explained. âThey didnât want to help me further.â
Azriel tucked his wings back as he thought. He pushed his shoulders back.
âI want to train you,â he explained. âBoth in combat and how to control your shadows.â
You didnât hesitate as you agreed to take his training.
âBalance is the most important part of fighting, both with and without shadows,â Azriel explained to you.
It had been a week since the lake incident and your fever was long gone.
Azriel had met you twice during the week and finally agreed that you were healthy enough for training. What he didnât know was that youâd been out hunting every day this week and had been categorizing yourself as healthy all along.
The two of you can found a clearing far away from anyone you knew and decided it would be your training spot.
Azriel had his shadows in every direction, so that you would know if anyone got close to where you were.
âWe start with your right foot,â Azriel told you next. âYouâll need to balance and Iâll poke you with this stick trying to make you unbalanced. Got it?â
You nodded as you lifted your left foot off the ground.
âDo you always carry all your weight on your right foot when you stand?â Azriel asked you.
You were about to answer him when he poked you with the stick. You used all the strength you had, but managed to stay upright.
âYes,â you answered him.
âWeâll have to change that,â he explained. âItâs a weakness thatâs easy to notice.â
You knew he meant well, but you didnât like that he talked about your weaknesses. Youâd spent your entire life trying to hide your weaknesses and Azriel picked up on the weakest one within minutes of you two training.
You were soon pulled out of your thoughts when the male poked you again with his stick. This time, you didnât do so well.
You lost balance completely and you were about to step down on your prosthetic leg, when you were covered in shadows.
Not yours, they would never help you like that, but Azrielâs. They felt a lot cooler than yours, but they were careful around you.
They helped you regain your balance and soon you stood still on your right foot once more.
âOur goals is for you to use your own shadows to stabilize you if you loose balance,â Azriel told you. âJust like my shadows just did. That way, we can practice both balance and shadow control at the same time.â
You nodded at him, but you felt like the task would be way too hard. Your shadows never listened to you other than shadow walking. They never liked to take directions from you.
Azriel looked like he was waiting for you and you realized he wanted you to let your shadows loose.
It felt extremely unnatural to let someone else see your shadows, but your shadows were ecstatic.
âYayyyyy.â
âFriends!!!â
âMate!â
âSafe!â
They immediately surrounded Azriel and both yours and his shadows started to dance together in the wind.
You liked to see them this happy. Usually they hid away and moved around slowly. You often thought of them as moody teenagers.
âYouâre ready?â Azriel asked.
You were still standing on your right foot as Azriel did his best to get you unbalanced.
âTry to get them to help you,â he instructed you.
You drew a big breath and tried to lighten the tone of your voice.
âCan you help me stay balanced?â You asked your shadows. âPlease?â
They reacted worse than you expected.
One second they were dancing around with their friends and the next one, they had pushed you so that you ended up on the ground.
You felt your cheeks getting red. You felt so embarrassed you couldnât control the shadows that were a part of you.
You looked up to Azriel. He stood and held out a hand to help you up. You looked past his hand and glared at him. He wore a smug smile.
âAre you laughing at me?â You asked him. You were pretending to be annoyed, but you couldnât lie, youâd never be annoyed at him for this.
He shrugged as he helped you stand.
âWeâll change to the other side, okay?â
You moved your weight over to your prosthetic and lifted your right leg off the ground.
âReady?â
You nodded. You were struggling, so you spent all your energy staying balanced and had no energy left to answer him with words.
Azriel poked you with the stick and you immediately lost balance. You had to set down your right foot and you then spent a few moments before you managed to balance on your prosthetic once more.
You had a long way to go.
Azriel had left after your training session. He gave to you tasks before he left. First one was to practice balance on both your foot and prosthetic. The second one was to become friends with your shadows.
âTheyâre your companions,â he had said. âYouâre supposed to help each other.â
So you decided that for them to be your friends, you had to make them happy. And your shadows loved two things more than everything else. They loved to be out in fresh air and they loved to bother you.
So your daily routine the last week had been you and your shadows, practicing balancing in the clearing you and Azriel had found. You would balance and they would try to overturn you. They were very rough against you, so you fell more times than you should in the beginning. However, your shadows have never been happier.
Throughout the next few weeks you would, after advice from Azriel, let your shadows roam free also when you werenât with him. You would leave them at home if you left the house to meet with Master Raven and the rest of your hunting team, but youâd bring one that would cling to your tight the entire time.
If you went hunting, they would come with you. They would keep their distance, hiding behind trees or in bushes, but again one of them would always stay close to you.
After a while, they started to argue about whoâd stay with you and whoâd be on their own. The luckiest one was the one that was allowed to be with you on your adventures.
âMy turn!â
âNo, my turn!â
âYou went last time!â
You learned to know the difference between the shadows and had different inside jokes with all of them.
They finally had become what Azriel had described them as: your companions, your friends.
As winter turned to spring and the nature begun to bloom, so did the relationship between you and your shadows.
However, also the relationship between you and Azriel had bloomed a little.
Not a lot, you were nowhere near accepting the mating bond, but youâd become friends at least. Youâd start every training session by talking about what had happened since last.
Youâd learn about his family, heâd learn about the people in your hunting group.
Youâd told him nothing about why you were hunting or how you ended up in The Middle and he told you nothing about what he was working on. You had a mutual understanding that you both needed time before you could talk about that.
You one thing you knew for sure, youâd never been happier.
@i-have-a-thing-for-the-dark @saltedcoffeescotch @rcarbo1 @mrsjna @kitsunetori @thecraziestcrayon @blessthepizzaman
#acotar#azriel#azriel fanfic#azriel x reader#azriel x y/n#azriel x you#azriel shadowsinger#azriel x shadowsinger!reader
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i wonder what these dorks said in the magazine interviews
do you think five loved the camera a bit too much? he always looks so smug like hes so proud of himself. based on smth in the comics, i feel like he'd talk in schools and judge science fairs as a special guest. he'd like to he that glimpse of real kids in real school. also i feel like he was the most marketable one as "The Boy". he feels like he can do a verity of kids niches. like- Allison was the girl's girl Klaus feels like the teen heart throb / the rebellious one Luther would LOVE to be a guest at space camps and science museums. Diego probably did a lot of sports deals and spy toys. he felt like the one that really marketed the TUA toys. Ben went to charities and book fairs. probs traveled with five a lot. two umbrella academy kids in one.
well Five was the boy for boys, a rebellious mouthy know it all just like bart that probs also had a few admirers and used his intelligence to get in with the nerdy STEM kids market.
and this is probs why his ego is the size of a watermelon.
did i JUST Now remember Adrian was a child star.....welp five has that energy too. leave me alone.
#the umbrella academy#tua#five hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#allison hargreeves#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#ben hargreeves
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Re-Ac
The aftermath of Bea's capture.
[Pet Safety Masterlist]
Content / warning: BBU setting, double agent caretaker, (short) recapture, very vaguely implied noncon, nightmares, guilt issues, hint at body dysphoria.
"Why did you tell her to do that?" Adrian pulled down the scarf covering his face and swiveled to face Marta. "Why? They'll hurt her. They'll - shit, Marta, you know what they'll do. Do you really think they'll give her back? They're fucking Re-ac, if the bounty on a runaway isn't high enough they'll just -"
"It's on you," Marta cut him off icily. "Why did you do that? Why did you even talk to the kid? Why did you need to go and care for him for fuck's sake? What if someone saw you? What if Bea hadn't been there?" She raised a finger to his chest and pushed him back. "You risked everything we have. You jeopardized your cover, our connection, our entire fucking operation."
"That's not -"
"I like Bea, Adrian. I do. I don't want to lose her. But if it's her or you, if it's one escaped pet or an asset deep in WRU management, making that call is ridiculously easy. And it's a call you should've made in the first place. Not between her and you, but that pet and you."
Adrian shook his head. "What the fuck? What kind of a person are you, Marta? You're in this to save pets. Bea is-"
"A hero. She is. And I will pray for her safe return. But she did the sane thing, Adri. She saved you. Your cover. You're not just one random pet lib guy any longer. Not just my baby brother. You're more. You're hope for dozens, you're hope to topple this fucking system. You're a spy, Adri." She pulled his phone from his back pocket and shoved it against his chest. "Fucking act like one. Call it in."
"What?"
"Your pet ran away, remember? You gotta be looking for her. Be convincing, and she might stand a chance."
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When he finally fell asleep that night, Adrian dreamt of Eric.Â
He tried to reach him, tell him he was sorry, tell him he missed him, but his voice was gone. Eric cocked his head, in the way all WRU pets did, polite and inviting, and not understanding anything at all.
When Adrian tried to reach out, his hand ran through thin air, Eric dissolving right under his grasp. "You're late," Eric's voice lingered, softly shifting into another. "You're late, Adrian Delgado."
He woke up covered in sweat, entangled in Bea's bedsheets.
It was 4:30.
He got up anyway, splashed cold water on his face and took the bike to work through the still hot night air.Â
There was no report of her at the office.
Not when he arrived, not when he refreshed his mail, not after the next ten refreshes, not five minutes later.
He started to work eventually, a restless tremble to his hands. Sorting through reports, pictures, descriptions.Â
He skipped lunch. It didn't stop his boss from standing in his door without knocking. "Hear you're having trouble with your bonus pet?"
"She ran." Adrian covered his face with a hand. "'Having trouble' is one way to put it. She's been perfect before."
"I offered you an upper on her conditioning."
"You offered me an upper on her bedroom specifics, Kelly." He sighed. "I can assure you, that wasn't the issue."
"Huh. Well. You look like shit."
"Well, I spent half the night looking for her. It's not like she was cheap."
She looked him down with a frown, before she pursed her lips and nodded. "Yeah. I'll place a call to Re-Ac. See if they can priorize the search."
Search. He had to keep himself from laughing out at the term. He'd seen the re-ac van speed off, with Bea in it. There was no search going on anywhere. The only thing going on was - no. No. He wouldn't let his mind wander down that path.Â
Instead, he forced a pained smile on his lips and nodded to her.
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
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The call came in the late evening. Adrian hadn't left the office building, kept himself busy with all sorts of case documentation and paperwork, until the letters and words on the screen had started dancing in front of his eyes.Â
"PSI Delgado? You're lucky. Your pet was picked up by a re-ac team." The voice was cheerful.
Adrian didn't think there was any reason to be. Should he feel relieved? Probably. Re-Ac's reputation wasn't for nothing. They were brutal. Not every pet they picked up made it into their records. And not every pet that made it into the records came back the same.Â
Twenty-six hours since he'd seen the van speed off. A lot could happen in twenty-six hours.
"PSI Delgado? Are you still there?"
"Yes," he hurried to say. "Yes, I'm here. Where⌠where is she? Where can I get her?"
â
He couldn't even remember the drive to the WRU facility some miles into the outskirts of town, far from the pretty, polished office building where he and most of administration were based. The facility was plain, hostile and maze-like, with low ceilings and white tiles. And even in the night heat still radiating from the desert around them, it was freezing inside.Â
Bea wasn't wearing anything more than a plain white tee and black shorts anyway. There was a white bandage fixed over her eye, instead of the black eyepatch she'd had before. She was kneeling on the white tiles of a training room, hands open on her knees, back straight, gaze forward. Perfect position two, if not for the tiny shiver of her shoulders in the cold. Then again, it wasn't like WRU didn't want them to shiver.
Adrian caught himself, before he could rest his hands on the control room's mirrored glass in front of him. She couldn't even see him.Â
"What did you do to her?"
The handler sprawled on the desk in the room pushed a button, and the glass turned opaque. "I gotta ask you some questions, before I can let her go. Make sure her attitude doesn't become a liability for the company."
Liability. Marta's voice echoed in his head. You can't let her become a liability, Adri.
He felt his fingernails dig into his palms in his pockets, and carefully unclenched his fists. Fuck. If anyone here was becoming a liability, he wagered, it was himself.
He decided to ignore the handler's words, just as the other man had Adrian's question. Still, he turned around to face him.Â
"Where are her clothes?" Adrian's voice came out pressed. He didn't care.
"Burned." The handler shrugged. "She was picked up in man's clothes, must've gotten them on the streets somewhere."
"She didn't," Adrian replied flatly.
"She didn't?" The handler paused and flipped the tablet in his hands for Adrian to see. A photo. Bea, in front of a white wall, a huge bruise on the side of her face, her eyepatch loose, yet her gaze boring straight into the camera.Â
Proud, Adrian thought, biting back sudden bile rising in his throat. Bea looked proud.Â
"That?" The handler asked, gesturing at the photo her baggy work pants, the oversized band shirt. The clothes barely covered the fresh bruises blooming on her skin.Â
Adrian shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling his fingers curl into fists again.
The handler tossed a plastic bag on the table, a ripped black piece of garment in it.Â
"She was wearing a fucking binder underneath." He huffed. "You want to tell me that's the clothes you yourself put your Romantic in? Wow, Delgado, you've really got some issues, don't you?"
"Careful," Adrian said sharply. "Don't forget that I outrank you, handler. What I do with my Romantic is none of your business."
"Unless your property runs away and behaves like a little bitch." He smirked. "Then it is my business, and I must say, PSI Delgado, your little whore has no respect in her at all. How long has she been gone? She must've been in bad company."
"She's been gone for less than a day, actually." Adrian lifted his chin. There was no choice but to counter the implications head-on. "Her attitude is not on me though. It's all in her files. She's had trouble adjusting. Refurb messed with her conditioning."
"Interesting, though," the handler murmured, looking up at Adrian with a condescending smirk. "Given that you certainly both have the training and the tools at hand to work with pets that have an attitude."
"I'll work with her." Adrian's jaw clenched. "Now. I don't have all day. Can I take her?"
"I recommend handing her in for retraining." The man folded his arms and leaned back. "Next time we pick her up on the streets, we'll have to book her for obedience training anyway, you know that. Company policy."
"She won't run again."
"Not anytime soon, indeed," the handler confirmed smugly. "Her ankle is broken."
"You broke her ankle?" Adrian's gaze flew back to the opaque window.
"Not personally."
"Fuck you."
"Careful yourself, Delgado. You seem to forget what she is." He paused, eyes squinted. "Or do you forget, what you are?"
Adrian's teeth clenched. Internally, he started counting his breaths. "Sorry," he said at four, giving a disgruntled smile. "It's been a stressful time. It's different, being an owner instead of a handler. I hadn't expected her to run."
"Huh."
"Thank you." The words tasted like ash in his mouth. "For getting her back."
"For disciplining her?"
Adrian knew the tone. The question. The intent behind it. The man was a handler. Getting people to thank him for horrendous things was his profession.Â
Adrian was losing this battle, big time. He had to let it happen. There was more at stake than his integrity.
"Yeah." Adrian's hands curled into fists, fingernails digging deep into his palms. "Thank you for that, too, Handler." He smiled, sharp as a knife's edge. "But I dare you to speak to me like to a trainee again. Keep that for your actual job. After all, might always be your name is drawn for a safety inspection. And PS is thorough."
"Yeah." He mirrored Adrian's tone, cold and cautious. "Of course."
"Now. Do I get my property back?"
"Of course, PSI Delgado." The handler got up and gestured towards the door. "Be my guest."
Adrian kept his steps measured as he walked out toward the training cell, knowing the handler was right behind him.Â
He lifted his keycard to the reader, waiting for the little beep to acknowledge it worked. It should. PS was supposed to have access to all low and medium security areas in any facility.Â
The door slid open with a hydraulic hiss. Bea pressed her forehead against the floor. Respect position. "Master," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Why, he wondered, and then banned the thought. They'd deal with everything, once they were back home.Â
From up close, he could see the fresh bruises taking shape on her tanned skin. There was an elastic bandage around her ankle. It looked professionally taken care of, at least.
He didn't think he could handle talking to her. He addressed the other man, instead. "What do you think I'm going to do with a lame pet, Handler? Get her a crutch or two. I'm certainly not going to carry her."
He wanted to. Close his arms around her, lift her up, kiss her, carry her out of this place, to safety, to the end of the world.
But he wouldn't.
She'd just risked her life - her entire existence - to keep his cover. He'd had the much easier part in this. And yet he'd jeopardized it a dozen times in this conversation alone.Â
He'd treat her like trash. He owed it to her. What a cruel fucking mess.
"Forgive me, Master."
"Shut up," he said roughly. "We'll deal with your misbehavior at home. Make sure this never happens again. And get up."
A crutch was tossed to the ground next to her, and with its help, Bea struggled to get to her feet. Her usual elegance was tainted with pain and exhaustion.
The handler clicked his tongue in disapproval, thumb hovering over the little controller in his hand.
"Give me that," Adrian said. "I'll take it."
"I thought PS said, shock collars on pets are illegal outside of WRU facilities."
"We do make exceptions." Adrian turned to him and reached out. The handler dropped the controller into his palm, and Adrian smiled. "In important cases."
By his side, he heard the crutch clatter to the ground, a muffled yelp from Bea. "Sir." She was on the ground again in respect position, shivering violently. Adrian stared at the controller. Had he accidentally-? No, it couldn't-
"Well, well." A deep voice mused behind him, cowboy boots clicking on the tiles. "I guess I wasn't important enough for Inspector Delgado then."
"Mr Donnell," the handler said, his face suddenly pale. "I'm sorry, haven't you been notified? That alarm we've send you must've been based on deprecated data. It wasn't one of your current ones. We-"
"It's alright," Jack Donnell said with a wide smile that didn't even try to reach his eyes. "I believe fate has brought me to the right place anyway."
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Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias (Watchmen): Yandere Alphabet (+ add. h/cs)
(Fem!Reader)
Overall warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Gaslighting, Violence/Murder, Unhealthy relationship, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Social isolation, Manipulation, Obsessiveness, Stalking/Spying, Controlling behavior, Power imbalance, Swearing, Kidnapping, Dub-con
( This was the fastest Iâve ever written a piece, literally in one night so excuse it if it sounds rushed at times, coz I just wanted to get Watchmen out of my system so I could focus on my other fics. Also this is based on a combination of the movie interpretation and comic counterpart of Adrian )
( A few letters in the Alphabet are out of order to get the foundation set )
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Love story: How did they meet their darling? How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
You were caught in the grasp of a villain on a rooftop after the superheroes Nite Owl and Rorschach beat his barbaric goons to bloody pulps. The costumed lunatic held a knife to your hoarse throat while you sobbed and hyperventilated, warning the two vigilantes that if they came any closer he would slice your neck wide open. Your mind was too fogged with hysterical terror to understand the conversation but the next thing you felt was the villain chucking you over the ledge of the roof as he made a run for it. You just accepted your brutal death, knowing there was no way to get out of this, until your body collided into a pair of strong arms.
Your pink eyes locked with Ozymandiasâ soft ones, him holding a calm smile. Your heavy breathing was unstable and tears still cascaded down your cheeks when you abruptly threw your face into the crook of his neck to sob with your arms grasping helplessly around his shoulders. You trembling terribly and despite being a hero for quite awhile now, Adrian had never been this close to a victim before. It was always fleeting moments with saving victims but as you shook and clung to him, he truly did feel like a superhero in that moment.
Even as the cops came to arrest the criminals and as the press interviewed Nite Owl, you still held onto him with your face buried into his shoulder as if you were holding on for your actual life. When he asked if you were okay, you snapped out of it and allowed him to softly plant you onto your feet. You were still visibly horrified and he asked you if you would like him to walk you home since of the late hour. You gradually accepted the offer after your own hesitation and his reassurance that he wouldnât mind and that he would actually prefer it to ensure your safety and wellbeing.
So he walked you home, talking with you to help you calm down. He didnât even realize how much he learned about you. He couldnât sleep that night. The scene of him saving you and you clinging to him replaying over and over and over again.
A few times he had played around your intimate (at least to him) scenario like imagining you refusing to let go of him, you being flustered when he catches you, and a few times he imagined himself locking your lips within his own or you engaging it as a âthank you, youâre my heroâ.
Even as days passed he couldnât stop thinking about you, so much that it started to affect his performance and attention. If you have a song stuck in your head on loop, listening to the song makes it stop. So he told himself he just needed to see you again to be able to go on with his life in peace and without distraction, because thatâs what you were becoming: a distraction.
During the talk to calm you down, you told him where you worked. So, out of costume, he went to the coffee cafe you worked full time at. It was easy to get your attention with his wealthy image and known name and with his charming and colorful persona it was easy to strike up a conversation with you. To him, you were hitting it off amazingly and you would even listen intently as heâd talk about Egyptian culture. But in reality you had tried to end the conversation more than twice. Maybe you were just untrustworthy of the wealthy but there was something about him that just seemed so⌠fake. You just werenât that interested in him.
But he just kept coming, almost everyday, and stays sat at the counter in front of your station for practically half of your shift just conversing with you. He thinks heâs swooning you, completely oblivious to the fact that heâs annoying you and on the brink of creeping you out. But that becomes not enough for him, he starts to find himself stalking you outside of work and soon enough plants cameras in your apartment. He feels as if he just needs to get a glimpse of you in order to get through his day. Itâs actually ridiculous.
The more he scratches his own itch, the itchier it gets. Now heâs meticulously planning your interactions, like âbumping into you on the streetâ and âcoincidentallyâ ending up at the same stores as you, as well as manipulating situations. He even one time anonymously paid a guy to verbally harass and berate you at work just so he could step in to protect/defend you and send the âdisrespectfulâ man out of your cafe. That did nothing but stroke his own narcissistic savior-complex.
When the news station on the TV replayed last night's live interview with the superhero group, Adrian asked you if you had a favorite of the Crimebusters. You told him you were biased with your personal favorite, Ozymandias, because of how he was the one to save your life once.
That was all Adrian needed to cross the first line. At first he hired just one criminal to corner you in an alleyway, try to mug and give you a good scare. Then your knight in shining armor comes to your rescue, resulting in you showering him in your gratitude while trembling to the bone and full of tears. He walked you home again, calmly conversing with you just like the first time except he noticed that you seemed more at ease with Ozymandias than Adrian Veidt. But then he started hiring more people to give you scares and serious threats, his superhero persona saving you each time. He just felt so⌠good when you relied on him and cowered into his arms.
Of course you noticed that ever since Mr. Veidt entered your life, bad things have suddenly started happening to you once a week or two; dangerous trouble following you as if it were your very own shadow. But just your luck, you were saved each and every time by the tall and blond Crimebuster. Of course you knew it was weird, it often made you unable to sleep. Youâve brought it up to Ozy after he saved you from an attempted sexual assault, but he simply saw it as him always being at the right place and the right time. He told you that these specific streets were his patrol area. Sometimes it sounded like he was blaming you for always getting in trouble, it made you feel like you were losing it. Your feelings about Ozy lost its comfort, there was something with him that began to unsettle you.
You came to the conclusion that Adrian Veidt just had bad people after him and because of how often he came to see you those people were going to harm you to get to him. You wanted Adrian out of your life, hell, you werenât even really that fond of him anyway. Your âfriendshipâ was basically one sided. You believed that if you fucked him, he would finally leave your life and take his enemies with him. You believed a good fuck was just all he wanted from you, what he has been trying to get this whole time. Thatâs all what he wants, thatâs always what men want.
Fortuitously, Adrian came to the same conclusion. He realized how much you were affecting his life and work and himself. He believed he just needed to fuck you to finally satisfy his desire for you, then heâd return to normal.
And so, the two of you had sex. And it was truthfully incredible. He even made you finish. Adrian slept peacefully that night, knowing he could finally move on with his life without you constantly distracting him. But sex just makes it worse. It makes it so much worse. Because that just made him realize that he wants so much more than sex from you, that he is in love with you.
Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when the next day Adrain came to your work with a bouquet of big red roses. No. No, this couldnât be happening. He called you endearing names like âmy dearâ and âdarlingâ. You felt sick. He continuously did this the following days. You politely declined all the flowers and gifts with reasonable enough excuses for him to take them back. You never humored him or encouraged any of his behavior, you relentlessly gave him signs and hints that you didnât feel the same way at all. But he was either too delusional to pick them up or he just simply ignored them.
He soon told himself that you would be less tense around him if you knew that your lover and your superhero were one and the same. He felt like you deserved to know. So he told you, but you didnât believe him until you saw the proof. You felt even more sick when you saw it.
You didnât know what to do. You felt at the end of your rope. You nervously stuttered out reasons why you couldnât be with him because of his double life: you didnât want to worry about him every night, you feared villains might use you against him, you think he wouldnât have time for you outside of saving the city and fighting villains, you wouldnât want to make him choose between you and the city, etc.
You felt pathetic and ashamed that you didnât have the courage to tell him plain and simple that you did not want to be with him because you just didnât see him in that way⌠at all.
The next day what you saw on the evening news at work made you drop a plate, your jaw dropping and your pulse skyrocketing. Ozymandias revealed his secret identity to the world⌠and announced his retirement. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, nononononono-
You were closing the cafe all by yourself at the late hour when Adrian came in with the happiest smile. You kept your distance as horror gripped around you suffocatingly.
âYou⌠you shouldnât have done that. Not for me.â
âWhy not? Now you donât have to worry any longer. Now we can finally be together.â
You stared at him in disbelief, not believing your eyes. ââŚSmartest man alive my ass.â You mumbled before you suddenly snapped. âDonât you get it?! I am not interested! I never have been from the very beginning! That night was just supposed to be a one-night-stand, that was all!â
Adrianâs expression was frozen in confusion and shock. âYou donât mean that.â
âYes I fucking do! Open your eyes! Youâre fucking crazy! You are delusional! Now please, I am begging you, get out of my life and leave me alone! You narcissistic creep!â
He left after a minute of staring at your petrified, furious composure. You finished closing with a haunting, foreboding feeling lingering over your shoulders. That was just your intuition warning you of what was to come.
Because Adrian kidnapped you from your home that very same night.
Kisses: What exactly made them fall for their darling?
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
There was many factors that prompted him to fall for you but the top three reasons were:
Damsel in distress: That feeling he felt within his bones when he caught you that night before you could hit the pavement and you huddled into him with your arms tightly around him while you shook and wept. He never felt like more of a hero than in that moment. He desperately chases that warm, buzzing feeling and you were the only one who made him feel it. Every superhero needed their damsel in distress, and you were just the perfect victim.
Desperation for love and connection: He had always felt alone and isolated from the rest of the world with his unnaturally high intelligence. He couldnât connect with anyone in grade school, he couldnât connect with the Crimebusters, he couldnât connect with his business partners, he couldnât connect with anyone alive. But he felt an electrifying connection with you. He doesnât even know exactly what it was from. When he monitored you in your home he compulsively searched for things that related the two of you together. Deep down, this was just because he was desperate for love, for a companion, to be loved by that companion (and u know what they say: itâs lonely at the top). He just needed one thing to convince him that you were soulmates meant to- You had a cat⌠He loves cats!
Savior complex: The damsel in distress thing he has with you heavily fuels his savior complex. He is convinced you need him. He has made it his sworn duty to save you and therefore protect you. You need him, even more if you donât know it. And bonus points if you have a toxic boyfriend, family, roommate, landlord, or boss. You need him to save you from it all. Even though your lifestyles were seemingly polar opposites, he came to the conclusion that you both were just made for something bigger. You two were born in the wrong timeline. You both deserved to be royalty. Thatâs why he found it incredibly insulting watching you wash dishes at your job and endure all the bratty customers that had endless complaints. You didnât deserve to live like that. He had to save you. He will save you.
He wants you to be his queen, but also his damsel in distress. Itâs a complex dynamic that is just nothing but unhealthy.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Adrian's love and affection would be displayed through grand gestures and displays of devotion. He would go to extreme lengths to ensure your happiness and safety, even if it meant sacrificing others to fulfill what he thinks will accomplish those two things. He would shower you with extravagant gifts and orchestrate elaborate romantic moments/experiences, heâs overall a very flashy lover which could morph into something overwhelming and suffocating. The intensity of his actions would escalate over time, eventually crossing ethical boundaries and causing harm to others just to prove to you his devotion.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
He prefers to keep his human exterminations neat and clean. But on the other hand he would be very willing to get very messy. He would not hesitate to eliminate anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship, even if it means resorting to extreme and disastrous measures like manipulation, deception, and violence: overall very morally questionable actions. But donât worry, he always cleans up after himself.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Once abducted, he treats it like it was all for the best, like he saved you. Heâd tell you that you will be far better off with him. That God complex and savior complex of his makes him incredibly delusional. Heâd be overprotective (even though youâre in his own home) and very controlling. Heâd treat you like a queen, a goddess, making sure you have everything you could ever need or want. But even though you lived like an empress in luxury, you still felt like a prisoner more than anything.
Adrian wouldnât mock you at all, heâs relatively very calm and patient with you, other than patronizing you in a dismissing tone when you attempt to attack him and/or escape.
âGrow up.â
After awhile he will eventually take you out back into public, only linked to his arm though (like youâre a dog on a leash).
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darlingâs will?
Yes, he would. He is so manipulative and controlling and crosses many lines and many of your boundaries. He might even harm you to ensure your obedience and loyalty. He is forceful and uncompromising and intimidates you to do his self-indulgent requests. Your sex always falls under dub-con as you can never find the courage to deny him and push him away, resulting in just letting him get what he wants.
If it wasnât already obvious he also forces you into a relationship with him, and makes it public without your consent.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He bares a significant portion of his heart to you. Heâs not ashamed to be vulnerable with you as he is extremely and deeply invested in your relationship. He would be willing to do anything to protect you and do anything for you. Although he does keep many secrets from you.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
He would feel a mix of anger, frustration, and disappointment. He would take it very personally and view it as a betrayal. And like I said before, this is when heâs willing to mock you for your attempts. You seriously think you could outrun him? Over power him? Outsmart him? Can you actually see yourself winning in a fight against the Ozymandias? Are you stupid or are you just delusional? Fighting back would just make it worse for yourself since now heâs even more determined to exert control over you.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Itâs not a game to him but he will admit that he does find some thrilling enjoyment in the chase. It almost brings him back to his superhero glory days catching a villain. But donât pull this often though.
Hell: What would be their darlingâs worst experience with them?
Your worst experience with him would probably be when you got very close to escaping, the closest youâve ever been. You had turned the manipulation tables around on him and got yourself an opening to escape. After weeks of appealing to his ego and god/savior complex and demonstrating clinginess to him, you finally got him wrapped around your little finger. You seduced him to bed and right before things got too heated, you coquettishly asked him to go get champagne. He all-too eagerly complied and practically skipped out the bedroom to get the drink.
What the smartest man alive didnât know was that the champagne bottle was underneath the bed. And without wasting a second you dug into the jacket he dropped on the floor, when he hastily tried to undress, for the keycard that unlocked the front door. With it now tightly in your grasp, you made the quietest run for it, bolting out the bedroom. You quickly unlocked the front apartment door and slipped out into the hallway to sprint down the stairs, too much of a risk waiting for an elevator in pursuit of the lobby on the bottom floor to finally expose Adrian for what he really was.
Adrian was growing tempered as he scrambled for the bottle, unable to find it anywhere, and the image of how willing you were for him on his silk sheets on his mind made him far too impatient when searching. He eventually said âfuck itâ and returned to the room to tell you heâd get you champagne afterwards. He froze halfway into the bedroom when he found you absent. He blinked, glanced around the room once, then let out a growling huff of âNOâ before thrashing his desk to the ground then rushing out of the room and to the front door. The notice that it was unlocked assured him what you were attempting.
He effortlessly caught up to you on the flight of stairs and tackled your heaving body, sending you both tumbling down the rest of the few remaining steps in an entangled mess. Once you finally hit the ground you pushed through your physical exhaustion and dizziness to open the door right next to you, the light of the lobby temporarily blinding you. You inhaled to scream for help but one hand clasped over your mouth and one hand gripped onto your throat, aggressively tugging you back through the door before anyone had the chance to notice you.
With a hand squeezing your throat and the other still tightly across your mouth and jaw, Adrian slammed your back against the wall. His face was pink with fury, a vein bulging on his forehead, his gritted teeth bared. He growled viciously at you, his words translating to a deafening ring in your ears as your terror and adrenaline rendered you paralyzed. But his violent threats were clear to you, as well as the realization of the extent of Adrian's obsession with you and the lengths he would go to possess and control you.
He harshly knocked you out to drag you back up the stairs.
You still had nightmares about that night.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
In his ideal future with you, youâre married and you are completely devoted to him as he is to you⌠and he has full control over your life and decisions.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Yes, his jealousy is surprisingly very intense and a little scary. Heâs so convinced that you two have a bonding connection that he has this weird paranoia that everyone else is trying to ruin your connection, that anyone and everyone is trying to rip you from his grasp.
It depends on the situation and location with how he would act.
If itâs someone flirting with you or even simply getting too chatty or close to you, he tries to maintain his composure due to being in public. But on the inside heâs absolutely raging. His body language would grow rigid and tense, and his jaw and fists would clench and tighten. The worse heâd look to others is simply just agitation and annoyance. But itâs much darker than that on the inside.
Itâs not that heâs insecure that youâd like someone else better, itâs his possessiveness that blinds him and perceives the interaction as a threat, that the person is trying to take you away from him. Heâll quickly insert himself into your conversation, casually bring up you two were an item and even lived together, then eventually take you away from the exchange. Later that night when you two are alone he might lash out in anger at you. He isnât blaming you but he unintentionally takes his anger out on you verbally.
If itâs a friend youâve been spending a little too much time with, he will constantly be monitoring you through cameras due to his controlling behavior. He will begin socially isolating you and keep adding things to your schedule to eliminate the free time that youâd spend with the lowlife. If it doesnât make enough of a difference that pleases him, he might resort to manipulation and threats to maintain his perceived ownership of you.
His jealousy would deeply affect him emotionally. Heâs a mess of possessiveness and the fear of losing you. This all consumes him, leading to heightened paranoia and more inability to trust others. His jealousy could drive him to extreme actions that he condones with the simple âit was the last resortâ. You wouldnât miss any of those people you got a little close with yesterday if they suddenly turned up bloody in the newspaper, right?
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Yes, drastically. He puts up this charming, composed facade to his comrades and the public. To everyone he was just this respectful pacifist vegetarian with a very caring and conscientious reputation. But that was just a mask concealing his true colors, the true colors that you had the misfortune of being exposed to. His true colors reveal how arrogant, egotistic, and cold he really is, how intense his God complex actually is. And his obsession and twisted love for you would create a much darker and volatile side of his personality that no one has seen. Youâve seen with your own eyes the extreme lengths heâd go to to protect and control you, showing a stark contrast to his demeanor with others.
Nemesis: Who do they consider a rival?
Not anyone specific, but he would consider literally anyone who poses a perceived threat to his relationship with you as a rival. Like someone who shows interest in or gets close to you, or even someone he perceives as a potential obstacle in your relationship. He views his rivals with intense jealousy and will go to extreme lengths to eliminate or neutralize them. He basically has the paranoia of someone in a contest/competition with the rest of the world, and if you were the end prize he is not afraid to play dirty against the other contenders. He will win.
Obsession: Are they more obsessive or possessive?
I honestly see it as 50/50. Heâs obsessed with you to an unhealthy, unsettling, worrying amount. He is completely fixated on you and finds you as the most interesting person heâs ever met. He is obsessed and fascinated with every aspect of your character. He is constantly thinking about you, every single one of his unrelated thoughts always ends with you and he is casually clingy, always wanting to be near you. Heâs overly attached to you and before he kidnapped you, stalking you was one of his favorite things to do.
Adrian, in his most simplest form, is just a love-sick creep.
But at the same time, he is incredibly possessive of you. He wants to assert control over you and destroy any perceived threats to your relationship or his animalistic claim on you. He just wants to have you. He will sabotage any and all of your relationships and even harm anyone who gets too close. But this equal combination just makes him an even more dangerous lover.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
I think he would have a high level of patience with you. With your bad behavior, heâs willing to wait and endure any obstacles/challenges that come his way in order to maintain your relationship. Though most of the time he just sees your severe mental breakdowns as mere temper tantrums. And just like a child, youâll tire out of your little moody tantrum. And when it comes to waiting for you to return his love, heâs also patient. He 100% believes that you will eventually love him back. You two are soulmates, so itâs only natural that youâll stop resisting and let your attraction sink in.
Additionally, when after his plan is executed and you are so mortified of what heâs done that you wonât even let him touch you or get too close to you, he is still patient with waiting for you to get over it.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If you died, he would be profoundly devastated and feel like he lost an actual part of himself, like you took a part of him to die with you. Heâd never move on, itâd be the most difficult thing heâs ever faced. His obsession and attachment to you are too deeply ingrained inside him. Heâd become consumed by his grief, leading to disturbing actions in the future. Also, heâd become a little careless with himself and wouldnât really care if he risked his life, his own life is significantly less in value to him without you, and thatâs saying a lot considering how highly he views himself. He doesnât want to live in a world where youâre no longer breathing, he wants to reunite with you.
Letâs be honest, you wouldnât be able to leave him. He would never allow you to go. But if he noticed that it has been on your mental wishlist, heâd resort to extreme measures to try and win back your love, as if he even had it in the first place.
If you successfully escaped, heâd become morbidly obsessed with tracking you down and would resort to extreme measures to regain back control. He is unhealthily determined to find you.
Move on? What a joke. He will never let go of you.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
With his extreme obsession and distorted perception of love, he would never feel guilty. He truly believes he is in the right and that you should be grateful and happy. This is just an act of protecting you and preserving your relationship. He just wants to give you the life you deserve, whatâs so wrong with that? He would never willingly release you. His possessiveness and need for control are far too severe.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He hates it. It saddens and concerns him. He just wants you to be happy, why arenât you happy? Heâs given you everything you could ever ask for, including his infinite love and unwavering devotion. Is it the color of the walls? Because those could be repainted! Was dinner not cooked right? Heâll fire the chef and find the best one in the world! Unless youâd feel safest with him preparing your food, that could be arranged too!
Heâll go to comfort you to the best of his physical abilities, wanting to be the only one to provide solace and support. Your tears will appeal to his savior complex heavily, assuring him that you do need him. He wants to save you.
Although he wouldnât say it to your face, but you know you wouldnât be miserable right now if you just accepted his love and reciprocated it. Youâre making your own life worse.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He varies from the classic yandere archetype due to the Watchmen storyline and he might differ with the methods he uses to assert control. Even though he gets very violent and murderous with his motivations to have you, heâs still much more of a pacifist compared to the classic yandere.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
It would be a great challenge but if you could find a way to manipulate his emotions or appeal to his huge ego or savior-complex, it might create an opportunity for escape. You might even be able to appeal to his sense of morality. But this would all require careful planning and you need to take the time to understand his psyche.
Witâs end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Potentially, if he believes it is necessary to protect or possess you. The most violent he would get with you is when capturing you during an escape attempt and dragging you back home.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
He has an extreme level of reverence and worship towards you. He literally views you as a goddess bound to a human body. He would go to great lengths to win you over. At first it would just be extravagant gifts and surprises as well as dreamy promises but then as time goes on he would resort to manipulation, forceful control, or committing harmful actions in the name of love.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
He pines after you for an extended period of time, his obsession slowly taking over him. He officially snaps and crosses the next line when you screamed your rejection at him. He felt as if his perfect world shattered around him, the shards ripping him apart. Itâs that night that he simply just couldnât take it anymore and steals what he wants.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
He really doesnât want it to come to that, but he is capable of it if he believes it will ultimately strengthen your bond or maintain control over you.
Extra headcanons:
⥠I believe the bigger his ego grows, the more his obsession with you intensifies
⥠Heâs constantly seeking your validation and reassurance, when he gets really vulnerable with it he almost looks like a little boy (you saw how he got with Jon at the end of the comic)
⥠Heâs highly calculated and strategic in his pursuit of your love
⥠His wealth, reputation, and resourcefulness makes him formidable and dangerous
⥠Heâs low key convinced that you did used to love him but somewhere along the way he lost it. Now heâs hell-bent to get it back
⥠He has surveillance and cameras hidden all over the apartment, literally three different angles in every room, so he can still watch you and keep tabs on you while at work. He also just has an unsettling fascination with your every move
⥠Yes he does own a shrine of you
⥠This happens extremely slowly, but he socially isolates you more and more and while his obsession deepens and his morality is deforming, then it transitions into isolating you from the outside world. You eventually end up in a secret underground âlairâ, he just wants you to belong to him and him alone
⥠His switch between his charming public persona and his dark, possessive side with you gives you mental whiplash
⥠He spouts out speeches to you about how much he loves you with that space-out look in his eyes, his words filled with dark and possessive undertones which unsettle you greatly
⥠Heâs madly greedy with your attention
⥠The retired Crimebusters potentially might interfere with your unhealthy relationship if they notice Adrianâs obsessive and possessive behavior, put their two-cents in on what they think. Adrian feels threatened by their interference and gets defensive/hostile towards them. Heâs determined to protect your relationship, even from people he liked to call his friends
⥠Rorschach is a different story. When he first sees you in the paper linked with Adrian, he thinks youâre a gold digging whore set on sabotaging Adrian. Heâs suspicious and distrustful of you. But when he stalked you and Adrian on the streets multiple times, he began to notice how just⌠unhappy you looked. When Adrian wasnât looking you would glare at him, you tensed when he touched or kissed you, you repeatedly scanned your surroundings as if looking for somewhere to run, and overall unhappy. All this prompted Rorschach to believe that there was something more going on with the cityâs golden couple, something dark hidden
⥠After weeks of digging and investigating and interrogating, Rorschach learns the whole truth. And heâs frankly disgusted with Adrian. Heâs the one that tries to intervene the most and take action to protect your well-being and prevent any potential harm. But, when he catches onto Rorschach, Adrian does every little thing in his power to keep him away from you
⥠One of the reasons he chooses his own city to destroy for his plan is to finally and permanently eliminate everyone from your life. Now heâs finally the only one in your life. Why are you crying? He is all that youâre ever going to need, he is more than enough
#adrian veidt#Adrian Veidt x Reader#ozymandias#ozymandias x Reader#watchmen#watchmen x reader#reader insert#yandere#yandere Adrian Veidt#yandere ozymandias#yandere x reader#yandere alphabet#zack snyder#zach snyder#matthew goode#Matthew goode x reader#rorschach#walter kovacs#dc#dc comics
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEDALS đĽłđ
Champagne target of Max and Checo, chair target of Fernando, Adrian Neweyâs paddock bestie, chief spy of other teamsâ cars, disastrous skier, lover of Suzuka and all things mechanical. Happy birthday my self-deprecating, endearing love bug chief engineer! I hope they never leave you behind in Japan đŻđľ
#paul monaghan#pedals#red bull#red bull racing#f1#formula 1#chief engineer#happy birthday#fernando Alonso#sebastian vettel#max verstappen#sergio perez
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Dare I Desire- Promo
AN: This is a promo chapter for this series. Let me know if you guys would like to read more of it. Also this is my Ao3 fic that converted to second person.
Pairing: Adrian x Male Reader
Genre: Romance & Mystery
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5| Chapter 6|
The putrid stench of alcohol, vomit, blood, and urine makes you gag. The castle is piled with layers and layers of dust, with broken furniture hurled in every corner. Curtains are drawn, leaving little light despite the bright sun outside. Outside⌠outside is another nightmare, with a little graveyard filled with piked corpses.
Although you feel a mix of satisfaction and rage at the corpses that stand in front of the castle doors, you can't stop your delight. Not after all that you have witnessed. If it had been you, death would not have come so easy to those traitors. Hushing the snarling voice in your mind, you focus your attention on the present.
You train your eyes on the unmoving figure in the living room of the giant castle. How long has it been? How long have you been left to wither in this isolation? Stepping closer, you can see him now that darkness no longer cloaks him.
With quiet motions, you kneel down to the dhampir who lies unmoving, covered in his own vomit and blood. Blood has clotted, forming numerous scars on his arms. You spy older scars that make your fists clench in wrath. Uncaring of the filth surrounding you, you gently wipe the golden-haired man's face. Your hands tremble as you feel the cold skin under your fingers. The rightness of your bond goes futile with the situation you find your mate in.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, your heart begging for forgiveness. "Forgive me."
Your heart whispers to the unresponsive dhampir in your arms. Pushing away the matted hair, you truly look at his face, and the breath you don't need to live gets stuck in your throat. Your mate is magnificent, even in the state you have found him in.
Your mate, your mind whispers with a vicious possessiveness. "Ours," the voice snarls again, enraged at the scars. Yet, the voice gets no reply from you. With shaking hands, you continue weaving your fingers through the golden hair.
"Forgive me," you speak, your voice quivering. "Forgive me and let me make this right, pleaseâŚ" you whisper, a tear rolling down your cheek and landing on the pale face in your lap.
You would grovel and beg. You would do everything to make up for your delay and the pain it has caused your person. And so, with a smooth movement, you get up from your position, carrying your mate in your arms.
You have your work cut out for you.
#alucard#alucard x reader#castlevania#top reader#bottom alucard#mystery#romance#mates au#adrian tepes x reader#adrian tepes#alucard x male reader#male reader
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Masterlist
training4theapocalypse on AO3
đ = my favourites âď¸ = reader favourites
Adrian Chase - Peacemaker DCEU
Thirsty (Adrian Chase x civilian fem!reader)
One shot âď¸
Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x 11th Street Kid fem!reader)
One shot âď¸
Tiny Stitches (Adrian Chase x civilian gn!reader)
One shot
And They Call Me Crazy (Adrian Chase x civilian fem!reader)
One shot
On Her Majesty's Supersonic Service (Adrian Chase x MI6 agent fem!reader)
Chapter 1: For Your Ears OnlyÂ
Chapter 2: Bird After ReadingÂ
Chapter 3: The Spy Who Came out in the Cold
Chapter 4: No Time to Cry
Chapter 5: From Gotham with Love
Cormac McLaggen - Harry Potter
Finders Keepers (Cormac McLaggen x Ravenclaw fem!reader)
AN: I find JK Rowlingâs views abhorrent. I know that a disclaimer doesnât change the fact Iâm writing porn about one of her characters but I do not support her in any way.
Chapter 1: Amortentia
Chapter 2: Confundo
Chapter 3: Poster Girl
Chapter 4: The Invitation
Chapter 5: Firewhisky
Chapter 6: First Name Basis
Chapter 7: Fine âď¸đ
Chapter 8: Incendio
Chapter 9: Real đ
Chapter 10: Electricity
Chapter 11: Blood Traitor
Chapter 12: Cold, Hard Facts
Chapter 13: Dunkirk
Chapter 14: Preparations
Chapter 15: Freedom
Chapter 16: Relax
Chapter 17: Purpose
Chapter 18: Calling
Chapter 19: Quidditch
Chapter 20: Avada Kedavra
Bonus: Finders Keepers Slytherin/Hufflepuff headcanon
A Nest of Vipers (Cormac McLaggen x Slytherin ofc)
Chapter 1: Smudge đ
Chapter 2: Struggle
Chapter 3: Service đ
Chapter 4: Skill
Chapter 5: Suffocate
Chapter 6: Slughorn's Party
Chapter 7: Scandal
Prince Friedrich - Bridgerton
A Royal Misunderstanding (Prince Friedrich x female reader)
One shot
Jeffrey Steinberg - Hidden Signal Evergreen, Podcast
Pushover (Jeffrey Steinberg x fem!reader)
Chapter 1: Pushover đ
Chapter 2: Nice Guy
Yes, chef (Jeffrey Steinberg x fem!reader)
One shot
Deactivated (TW: Dark)
(Jeffrey Steinberg x fem!reader)
One shot
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Repostober: Day 8
finger guns, pew pew pew bitches
#repostober#i believe the pose is from a Soul Eater character#adrian here is a corrupted wild west sheriff#i love making adrian intimidating (while keeping his assholeness from the show)#probably like spy tf2
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