#adrian answers asks

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

fun fact: after the event of the happily ever after fic, Miguel obtains extreme narcolepsy, becoming really drowsy during the day and sleeping a lot due to his story being snow white

is it bad that my first thought was 'good he'll be forced to sleep' snghghghghg

but that doesn't sound very fun, i have a cousin who has narcolepsy and she could probably sleep through a good chunk of the day if she didn't take her meds. miguel is probably very annoyed with it and tries to force himself to work through the drowsiness meanwhile lyla is like 'get your ass to bed miguel or you're going to pass out'

[forms-cat-in-a-bottle]

Do you think Risotto and Abbacchio can bench press their team mates?

Pfft yeah I think they both can bench press their mates

But maybe once or twice when Leone tried to bench press Bruno he unzipped one of his arms so he couldn't really do it yet he still tries to this day

For Risotto I'd say he had difficulty with Pesci and Ghiaccio because Ghiaccio got pissed off and froze his arms and Pesci just fundamentally refused to get lifted by Risotto because he was scared.. he never tried again with either of them after that.

[l1qu1dsm00th]

Y'all give me characters so I can fill this out on my opinions about them

[thewritetofreespeech]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

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

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

Jaune: Yeah, She's good like that.

Saphron: *Muffled sobbing*

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

Adrian: *Holding lettuce out* Huh-buh!

Juniper: *Sniff Sniff* *Munch Munch Munch*

Adrian: *Giggle*

Terra: *Mouthing* Thank you!

Jaune: *Thumbs up*

[alucarddear]

What do you think about Adrian's new look?

Darling, I’m just happy to see my Lulu again. He could be anything and I’d be like yes, yes, that’s my boy that’s my boy 😪

But really, he looks good—he’s in that SOTN getup and I love love love this more accurate version, yes!

[teecupangel]

What do you call a cowboy Ezio? Spaghetti western. Spaghetti” Westerns are a subgenre of Westerns whose name references the circumstances and location of their filming. Generally, a Spaghetti Western is a low-budget film produced by Italian directors (hence the “spaghetti” connection) and filmed in Europe, primarily in Almería and the Tabernas Desert.Feb 18, 2022.

Being in a Spaghetti Western makes me think of an actor AU where Ezio is a popular actor in Italy who gets the part of a major character in a Spaghetti Western movie. The main draw of the film is, of course, the leading man who goes by the name “Connor” (real name is kept a secret because he likes his privacy).

The film is a revenge story of a man who lost his tribe (including his mother), burned to the ground by a certain group for nefarious means and he hunts them down one by one.

Ezio plays the main character’s final target, the “Sheriff Jack O’Leary”, the leader of the group.

The twist of the story is that Ezio’s and Connor’s characters are actually father and son.

The bigger twist is that Ezio’s character didn’t even sign off on the burning of the village, his group did that on the orders of a high ranking politician that was helping the main character is finding this group.

A tale of betrayal and revenge with a downer ending of the main character killing his father because they could not find a middle ground.

Ezio was having fun. He was Italy’s darling, known for playing handsome charming men that women (and men) swooned over. So to play what could be considered as the main villain (or the secondary main villain to the politician pretending to be good) was good for him.

Along the way, he gets close to the cast and crew, even becoming something akin to an older brother to the leading man (who finally tells him his real name is Ratonhnhaké:ton and he chose the name ‘Connor’ as a tribute to a senior of his that supported and encouraged him when he was doing theater before).

Unorganized Notes:

Leonardo is the set director and he’s super passionate about it. He’s a big fan of western movies and an even bigger fan of sci fi movies.

Machiavelli is the director and he’s quite the perfectionist. On the other hand, he had worked with Ezio before and they get along.

Federico works as Ezio’s agent and PA in one, mostly because he’s worried about his little brother and also because he doesn’t want to become the next CEO of the Auditore Bank. Claudia can have that.

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s agent is a man only known as “Mr. Cormac”. He’s also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s bodyguard and Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted to Ezio later on that his father was the one who employed “Mr. Cormac”. “To keep an eye on you?” “To make up for the decades of parental neglect he believes he committed even though he didn’t even know I existed back then.”

The script is written by Altaïr under the pseudonym Philip S. He’s a well known scriptwriter who churn up lots of scripts a year and just give them to whoever wants them. No one has ever seen his face. Whenever he has to get an award for his script or asks for a meeting, some poor guy named Desmond Miles would appear, apologize for his boss’ rude behaviors and then just do whatever was needed. Some rumors say Philip S is a woman and that’s why they don’t want to make an appearance. No. Altaïr just don’t want to mingle with people he doesn’t know or even like. He just likes to write. Desmond is actually his secretary/live-in houseworker who got the job because no one else could stay as Altaïr’s houseworker long enough to learn Altaïr was also a writer. The pay is good, Desmond doesn’t need to pay for bills since he lives in Altaïr’s house and sometimes Altaïr’s hot childhood friend visits to make sure Altaïr hasn’t died yet (his words, not Desmond’s) so the view is nice.

Haytham Kenway may or may not be producing the film under one of his shell companies. No one is really sure what the Kenway family does but it’s Hollywood during the mid 60s so… it’s shady af.

Kaniehtí:io is alive and is supportive of her son’s rising popularity while being worried about him. She and Haytham never married and she never actually told him about Ratonhnhaké:ton. Haytham only learned about him after Ratonhnhaké:ton became a movie star.

Yes, Ratonhnhaké:ton started in theater (as a child actor) and Connor Davenport took him in as his ‘protege’. Connor Davenport, unfortunately, died (Hollywood drama)

[cambion-companion]

The fact that I simp so much for Aemond and Geralt says a lot about my taste in men

Ohhh yes. Listen I understand you, Anon haha I have a whole lineup of fictional men who fall under a Very Specific Type.

[tiannasfanfic]

👀!

“So-sorry to bug you on your night out,” Adrian began. “But my best friend told me that I should come over here and talk to you.”

He pointed a thumb in the direction of his table. You looked and saw that Peacemaker was watching the two of you with rapt interest. Seeing you look at him, Peacemaker broke into a charming smile and waved. You politely waved back, then looked back at Adrian.

“Did he now?” you said, your tone playful, a brow quirking at him suggestively. “Now why would he go and tell you to do a thing like that?”

“Well. Uh,” he started to say, then licked his lips as his eyes wandered over you again. Then you saw panic flash in his eyes, which almost made you drop the act. “I suddenly don’t remember, so I better go ask him!”

Before you could say anything, Adrian rushed back to his table. Peacemaker had a look of dismay on his face that matched how you felt.

[vasilissadragomir]

🐝 (title) Hair of the Dog

fandom of your choice!

i’ve got two for two different fandoms lol

Vampire Academy - canon-compliant, post-Bloodlines, pre-epilogue

The day Dimitri had planned to propose to Rose was also the first day he ever requested off from Christian. He took it, too, and not because they were celebrating their engagement all day long as he’d planned. Before he could get down on one knee, Rose stopped him, insisting that she was too young to get engaged.

Which is how Dimitri found himself in the company of the Russian barman at the 24/7 Court bar in the middle of the day, wondering how the girl who’d saved his soul wasn’t ready to commit to him. For another thing, as his hangover crept up on him, he was now dreading a return to the nocturnal schedule after his blissful, drunken reprieve. And things got worse when, at seven in the evening, who walked in but the poster boy for a perfect married home life?

Adrian Ivashkov had stopped by his old stomping grounds in search of some liquid courage before the first meeting with his father since announcing his marriage to Sydney. He felt the circumstances warranted a drink, and, living on a human daylight schedule, the hour was acceptable, even. He did not expect to see the man whose picture could be found beside the dictionary definition of self-control in a blubbering, Russian puddle at the end of the bar.

Could an evening drink with his former rival for Rose’s affections be exactly what Dimitri and Adrian needed to get their heads on straight?

The Hunger Games - modern au

The night Glimmer breaks up with Peeta is also the first night he’s ever taken his best friend Finnick up on his offer to go clubbing. If he’s honest, the love hadn’t been there for a long time. But there was something about his high school sweetheart (perhaps his mother’s approval?) that felt safe, habitual, and he hadn’t been prepared to let that go.

Now, faced with no reason to stay in control, he decides to go out with Finnick. He’s hoping maybe, just maybe, the alcohol will give him the courage he needs to make a move on his best friend, who he’s harbored a crush on since the minute they met. But when he spots Finnick in the VIP section locking lips with a beautiful redhead, he takes the shot that makes the world go dark.

The next morning, Peeta wakes up on a sticky floor under a couch to someone prodding him with a broomstick. After bumping his head, he looks up into the most beautiful grey eyes he’s ever seen. As he follows the scowling, striking woman to the bar for a pick-me-up, he can’t help but wonder…had all the heartbreak been worth it?

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

thinking about Mariana and her hair

her hair is so long and healthy, so soft, with its natural curls. her mamá brushes her hair whenever she feels down, sad, or stressed, and she always starts by complimenting her on it and kissing Mariana's head. Amir likes to touch and brush it too, being careful to not hurt her in any way while doing so <33

awwwwhhhh they’re so cuute <33

okay but little side note, luca would be so awed by mariana. he’d probably be like “you’re like my papa but prettier!” he’d be so wowed by their whole universe because it’s literally a storybook brought to life, with knights and princesses and everything of the sort.

[forms-cat-in-a-bottle]

Rank the Bucci Gang and La Squarda lads (together)? And explain top and bottom placements (at least).

Alright!!

1. Giorno

2. Ghiaccio

3. Risotto

4. Bruno

5. Prosciutto

6. Mista

7. Fugo

8. Illuso

9. Leone

10. Narancia

11. Formaggio

12. Melone

13. Pesci

14. Sorbet and Gelato

(Ok basically that is my objective scale.)

Giorno is the first in line because his power, Golden Experience, has just so much potential in many directions (as in physical strength, passive strength, his object-changing power etc.) and of course these characteristics get greatly enhanced with the requiem arrow but that's a different thing.

Plus I think that he is overall a "strong" character per say (both literally and figuratively).

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Now for Sorbet and Gelato... I don't know much about them, almost not enough to even scale them but seeing how "easily" they've seemed to be captured and killed I'm putting them on the lowest step of the scale.

[l1qu1dsm00th]

What’s something that motivates you to write? I have ideas but struggle to put them into reality.

I understand how you feel😭

I'd say that something that really motivates me is reading the finished product or the possibility of making something regarding it that could be maybe more intresting then writing the acutal thing so then I push myself to write it and do the thing that I find more interesting as a reward for writing it! So basically I set a kind of reward system up for myself and write along with it :)

[thewritetofreespeech]

May I request Alucard (Castlevania) getting a massage from his s/o that starts out innocent only for it to turn slightly intimate?

Alucard x reader + massage

Alucard winced again as he stretched his shoulders.

He might have incredible healing from his vampire side, but the trials he has had to go through over the past few months have taken their toll. It seemed every day he woke up there was some new kind of sore or twinge of pain in his body. Invisible battle scars.

“Are you alright?” [Y/N] asked as they seemed to notice his fleeting discomfort.

“It’s nothing.” Alucard replied quickly. Going back to his tasks.

“It didn’t look like ‘nothing’. Are you hurt? From the other night?”

“No. Well…not really.” He wanted to just leave it at the ‘no’ but he could never lie to [Y/N]. Even white lies, or omission of the truth. “It’s my back. It’s just a little sore.”

“Well, you went through a wall.” They told him. “That’s understandable.”

They go back to their respective chores, but Alucard winced again, so [Y/N] spoke up. “It’s really bothering you eh? Why don’t you let me give you a massage?”

“A massage?” Alucard repeated with an arched brow. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Come on. It’s not like that.” They insisted. “Massage has actual therapeutic properties to it. It’s as legitimate as any other non-invasive medical practice. Just…people use it for other things.” There was a slight blush to their cheeks. “In any case, it might help. Get the kinks out. Trust me. You’ll feel better.”

Alucard was still skeptical, but even the suggestion of relief seemed to make his back tense up in excitement of finally being free. So he gave in. “Fine. Lead on.”

They headed back through the castle towards his bed chamber and [Y/N] told him to strip and lay down on the bed. “Whatever level of undressed you feel comfortable with.” He wanted to tell them that his level of comfort with nudity meant that he would need to be fully clothed under the covers, but he realized that was not helpful. So he just took his shirt off.

“Do you still have that lavender oil blend Sypha gave you when you weren’t sleeping?”

“What? Oh…it’s in the box on the dresser.” He forgot about that. Seemed there was no shortage of ailments to his person these days.

They seem to find it quickly and head over to the bed to straddle him from behind across his lower back. “You need to relax.” They told him.

“I’m trying.” This was all very new to him. Being close to people. Being touched. His instincts, honed from the past few months, badgering him about being ‘pinned’ from behind. He felt their fingers run through his long hair, combing it a little as they moved it out of the way, and he took a deep breath as that seemed to help.

The air was suddenly flooded with the scent of lavender and other calming herbs. Alucard suddenly remembered how strong the scent was, and probably why he only used it a few times. He flinched when the cool oil touched his back and tried to relax again when he felt [Y/N]’s hands spread it across his back. “Is this ok?”

Alucard nodded into the pillow. Not sure if he should talk or if that would ruin the moment and ‘relaxation’ he was working on. Their hands then moved up to his shoulders and gripped them with a little more pressure than before. He instantly let out a groan.

“Sorry. Is that a good noise or a bad noise?”

“It…it’s fine…”

The hands on his shoulders were slowly kneading out all the stress. It was a little uncomfortable, at first, but his muscles were definitely giving way to their ministrations. He took another deep breath and sunk further into the bed.

This continued for a while. Alucard wasn’t sure how long. He lost track of time and nearly everything but the hands on his back. Moving in a coordinator effort from one muscle group to the next. It was like he was in a daze by the time they were finished. Barely registering the question of, “do you feel better?” to which he was only able to nod.

[Y/N] smiled down at him and leaned down to give him a kiss. He lifted up his head a little to meet them, and what was properly meant as just a quick peck soon turned into a lazy, soft, open mouth kiss on top of him. “Wow. You must be feeling better.”

“Yes. I…” Alucard suddenly realized that, although his back wasn’t stiff anymore, something else was. “I…I think I feel a little too much better.”

[Y/N] seemed confused for a minute, but they were a clever person and quickly caught on. “Oh! Do you…” Alucard surely looked about as embarrassed as he felt. So [Y/N] dropped it. “I’ll get back downstairs then. If you….well…take all the time you need.”

They climbed off of him and Alucard just laid there for a moment. Willing his erection down. It went back down soon enough, and he sat up from the bed pain free for the first time in months. He would have to thank [Y/N] properly when he went downstairs. Or maybe tonight. With perhaps a less legitimate massage.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Cite moment blake cuddles adrian and cat girl does purr

Blake: *Asleep on the couch* Purrrrrrrr....

Adrian: *Calming laying on her stomach, also asleep*

Jaune: Thank the gods he fell asleep.

Yang: She's gonna be great with our kids ...

Jaune: ...

Yang: I mean- if we have kids!

Jaune: ...

Yang: No, no I want kids.

[alucarddear]

I imagine during a fun little game of chase between Alucard and his lover in the forest(flirty consensual inside thing between them, not really him hunting her down lmao), Alucard can be a little feral and vampiric and showing some natural instinct? HOT

Fake feral Lulu has my heart. 🥹 Here, have a lil imagine of a cute human vs. dhampir hide and seek game. This is how it played in my brain. Purely outrunning Lulu is just difficult lol.

I imagine Adrian would give her a lil hiss and let her get a head start, running away from him towards the forest.

It’s fun to let her think she can get away with it and hide, he’d give her that much. Then he would just casually, arrogantly take his time searching, knowing full well where she is the entire time—her barely-there giggles always give her away too. She can hear him moving about, hissing from time to time.

For added anticipation and to make it fun for her, he might even taunt her a little or give her false praises—“I see you’ve hidden yourself well, darling. Best not make a sound. I’m coming for you.”

He’d use his speed to search in the wrong places first, musing out loud for her to hear. “Not here? Hmm.“

“Where have you gone, you cheeky girl?”

“I know where you are, woman. Show yourself. If I catch you first…” (As if she’d dislike the repercussions 🤣)

Eventually, he’d end the charade and silently appear where he knows she has been the entire time, whispering a “Boo!” before he captures his prize in his arms and lifts her off the ground. 😭

“Found you,” he would say, touching their foreheads together.