#otp: rise and shine

[ishiitake]

the aftermath of Abigail bodying the easter egg hunt

[dzvagabond]

Vagabond's Valentine's Day Art Challenge Day 3/14:

"...Hi Gordon."

It's nice to finally see you again.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Reading your KHR reactions was the highlight of my day, thank you ❤️

Do you still take fic recs, cuz I have a few (mostly SI/OC fic, regular OC fic) to recommend

Kyoko by Discoabc. Slight AU, SI/OC Kyoko. The fact that the author was able to balance a ridiculous amount of OC AND the KHR cast is insane. Most of their interpretations of the main cast was quite original at the time of reading. ( My fav was Bel’s for spoilers reasons). The plot twists were phenomenal.

My heavenly judgement by Colbub. I have seen this recommendation in another’s so I won’t repeat this, but I seconded the recs. Kyoya x Alice gang rised up 😭😭😭

When Pigs fly by Nerro. It has been sometimes since I read this one, so the finer details have escaped me. But I remember having a really good time reading this lmao. Dino x OC, AU (?), completed, mostly romcom shenanigans.

Confession of A Teenage Hitman by Fish and Chipz. Same as above, finer details have escaped me but I had fun reading. Hibari x Hitman!OC, also w romcom(?) shenanigans, but the a reviewer did said they bailed their eyes out reading so take that as you will

Parallel Fate by Stop’nGo Girl. Dino x Isekai!OC, quite wholesome and healing. OC got switched with their parallel self in the KHR universe and must adapt to their life, despite being total opposite.

Prince Belphegor’s Guide to Parenting by AllThingsVaria. KHR x HP crossover with FEHarry (adopted by Bel and made royalty). This was as adorable as a Varia-adopts-child fic can be, with a lot of insanity sprinkle in. The sequel, Princess Hel’s guide to School, promised to fuck the Wizarding World up and I’m all here for that.

Is it considered cheating in life? by GuessWhoIAm27. You gotta read the version posted on FFN, it’s longer. A slightly delulu OC got dropped into KHRverse by a God’s mistake and proceed to ignore reality and focus on making her OTP canon (spoilers alert: no one in universe understands what she’s doing either). I came for the mindless fun and stayed for the feels. Endgame pairing is intended to be Hibari x OC.

Fortune Favours by AlligatorEyes. I think I see Sass and Win being rec to you in a different ask so, if you read SnW then you should be familiar with the author’s writing style. This one is different tho, a rather interesting interpretations of Dino’s youth that I have not read anywhere else. Remind me of reading the Dino’s side-story in the KHR novels actually

Novaturient by woofio. Reincarnated OC into, like, Hibari’s parents timeline. So OCs, side characters in KHR got a lot of time to shine here. Many things, mostly bad things,happened to the OC but we do have quite a few fluff to balance it out. Come read this and cry with meeee

If you Can’t beat them by metisket. Hana is that that one ride or die friend to Kyoko, literally. One shot, completed. Really good character interactions.

Copy & Paste by LadyHallen. One shot completed. A unique take on Twins fic

your love is a crime by blackkat. KHR x Captain America. Oneshot completed. The pairing is Steve x Xanxus. Yes, you read that right. I found this in a sleepless night. Technically a 2 shots since there is a sequel???

With all due respect, sir (meaning none) by Nobodystormcrow. OC, who was reincarnated in Naruto, died and reincarnated again in KHR. As Basil. This, as usual, changes things exponentially. Pairing is Bel x Basil.

I have been in and out of the fandom for the last few years so I am playing catch-up with many fics. The sheer amount of creativity still blows me away.

Have fun readinggg

!!!!

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs ; shining glitter cookie

requested by ; anonymous (16/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; shining glitter cookie

outline ; “yan!shining glitter cookie 🤤”

warning(s) ; yandere character, obsessive behaviour, unhealthy dynamic, stalking, jealousy, possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour

shining glitter cookie isn’t the type to hide your relationship to deal with her jealousy and possessiveness — quite the opposite actually, she broadcasts it everywhere so that everyone knows that you’re taken and who you’re taken by

she even encourages her fans to support and flock to you as well — accepting any fan art, fan edits and fan fiction (especially if it’s of the two of you together) that’s been made of you and keeping it all safe

she’s only jealous of people who want to take your attention away from her, so her fans supporting and obsessing over you doesn’t actually bother her — arguably it only fuels her own obsession because now she has more content to consume of you

she wouldn’t take you on tour with her (she’d much rather keep you home where you’re safe) but she does bring you along to publicity events and interviews — always managing to steer the conversation towards your relationship when she’s being spoken to no matter what the original topic is

she’s very good at making herself seem trustworthy and innocent — she is a performer after all so this is all second nature — which means that her mob of rabid fans will brush off any unhealthy behaviour that slips through the cracks as people ‘overthinking’ because you’re ‘totally their otp’

she has cameras set up everywhere in the house so that she can just click on that lovely little security app and watch you go about your life whenever she misses you — and, no, she doesn’t care about your privacy and has many set up in bathrooms and bedrooms across her house

and if you bring anyone over that she’s not expecting/doesn’t know (even if they’re a relative of yours that she hasn’t met) then you’re gonna get spammed with phone calls and text messages until you show them the door

there isn’t an outfit or accessory of yours that hasn’t been hand picked by her — of course they’re all your style and things you like, but she got rid of all of your old clothes to buy you a whole new wardrobe

video calls you multiple times a day when she’s on tour — once in the morning, once at night, once before a gig and sometimes during practise if she wants to show off

she’ll get extremely pouty and petty if you don’t answer, sending for security to check on you if you don’t pick up in two calls — no she doesn’t care that you’re bathing, she should take priority over everything

because all of her fans know your full name and your appearance, you’ll get recognise and swiftly mobbed by them no matter where you go (shopping, walking, on a date, running errands or even having repairs done at home) — which means that leaving shining glitter cookie becomes basically impossible

shit there’s even a whole social media account that manages to liveblog any sightings of you in public so you’re even more screwed if they find out you’ve separated from her

she’s a rising star in one genre and well established in another, has a massive amount of fans, is extremely well loved by her peers and viewers and has made your relationship a huge aspect of her identity — there’s no way you’d be able to break up with her and get out unscathed

she’s also really good at emotionally manipulating you so it’s unlikely you’d even be allowed to break up in the first place

she’d never even dream of hurting you but she has called in a few favours to keep any romantic rivals or attention stealers (family and friends) away from you — whether that’s by outright having them killed or having them blacklisted from the events and locations she headlines

[anonwyvern]

13. Dancing for CrossxEvelyn

Aaaaand

3. Holding hands for CrossxCharon (because I just know antics will happen with them 🤣🤣)

((Also I joined you Discord server 👀👀👀))

✨OTP ASKS✨

(Ohmygawd I ugly snorted at the holding hands prompt, that's some good shit 😂)

Dancing

(Cross x Evelyn)

Knock knock

Lydia lifted her head from the new schematic she was poring over, a singed eyebrow slowly rising in surprise at the sight she saw. Cross was standing just in the doorway of her workshop, dressed to the nines in a tailored dark green suit and shined black dress shoes.

He sheepishly held out a bowtie. "Ya mind? Kind of hard without all my fingers."

"Wow," she said as she wiped her greased hands on a rag. "You clean up nice." She pointed with her elbow to the suit as she quickly scrubbed her stained face. "Where in the world did you get something like that?"

Cross looked down at his formal attire, running a hand down the sleeve of his dinner jacket. "Let's just say it was worth the price I paid."

She dropped her towel and walked over, taking the bowtie in her hands and fumbling with it under his collar. "So, what's the occasion?"

He kept his chin raised slightly as she tightened the finishing touches. "...it's just somethin' I've been wantin' to do."

Lydia gave him a sly look. "Does Evelyn even know?"

"Nope."

She smoothed the bowtie and stood back to assess her due diligence before her face pinched together. “Please tell me you aren't taking her to Scuzzy’s."

He chuckled. "I bought the place last week and had it cleared out.”

Her jaw dropped. “You what?! How did you manage that?! How much did that even cost?! Is that what the guys have been doing this whole time?!"

His bony fingertip settled under her chin and clicked her mouth shut. He winked. "Helps to have some favors finally paid."

"So, wait, hold on...we own a bar?! Scuzzy's?!"

Cross patted her shoulder, slightly jostling her to the side. "You can have some fun with it when we're done, and only when we're done. Capeesh?"

She grinned. It was good to have the old Cross back.

---

Evelyn twirled in a circle, the navy blue sequins of her dress glittering diamonds along the wall. She then tapped the toe of her cream-colored heels a few times before looking upward and flashing the ghoul a dazzling smile.

"I love it. How did you know my size?" she questioned, snugging an arm around his as he opened the door of their room.

Charon softly snorted, grabbing her ass with one huge palm and giving a light squeeze.

They left the compound and walked under a rare, clear night sky, the stars just above their heads twinkling the ones on her dress. Evelyn shrugged into the merc's bomber jacket a little more closely to ward off the faint chill as they crossed the bridge separating old state lines, the Piscataqua River lapping beneath their feet and the soft lights of Scuzzy's on the riverbank heralding their destination.

"It's so quiet," she noticed, her breath fogging the air. She turned her head to his. "Do you think he'll be back soon?"

Charon nodded. "It is a simple package. I am sure he is on his way."

"Did he tell you what kind? He wouldn't tell me."

The ghoul playfully nudged her with his elbow. "He did."

They continued, her heels tap tap tap down the road as she waited for him to continue, but when it appeared he would take Cross' secret with him to the grave, she huffed and muttered to the side, "It's something totally perverted, isn't it?"

Charon halted, making her freeze in place. She blinked as he took his arm away to pull out a scarf that he then put around her eyes.

"Um, what are we doing?"

"It is a surprise," was all he rumbled, and then he carefully tightened it before leading her blindly along. "Do not peek."

The tips of her ears slightly perked up as she heightened her hearing for any clue as to what was about to commence. A door opened. The soft play of music. The door creaked closed. Footsteps. A mumble of words, too garbled and low for her to hear. More footsteps. The door again. And then-

Silence.

The scarf was carefully untied and lifted away, and she blinked at the new world she had been pulled into.

She gasped, "Wow."

Long gone was the dive bar known as Scuzzy's, the only joint this side of the water that was reputable for its distilled beers and drunken brawls. Nearly every piece of furniture had been initiated as an improvised weapon and accordingly destroyed and duct-taped back together. Mercs of all shapes, sizes, contracts, skills, and morals had come to Scuzzy's to pay their tributes with a baptized black eye and missing tooth, and now, all the blood, shit, piss, and cigarette stains had been washed away and sanded down to be reclaimed to its former Pre-War glory.

The floor was adorned with plush rugs, the furniture upholstered in velvet. The bar counter was no longer an old ship's timber nearly crumbling apart from musty wood rot, but was replaced by a marble slab that had been cut and polished. Strings of lights illuminated the once grungy, dim corners, and a pristine jukebox played Nat "King" Cole in the corner.

"I don't want to see tomorrow,"

"Hey, baby," a voice rasped behind her.

"Unless I see it with you."

She turned, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks burning warm and her heart beating much too fast behind her ribs.

"Wow," she repeated, breathless.

Cross was stunning. She drank in every drop of him, from head, to toe, every inch of well-defined muscle nicely fitted underneath the rich color of a dark green that she had only seen in her dreams of misty, old forests and their scented pines that dripped rain.

He scratched at his brow. "You ain't havin' another stroke, are ya?"

The quip blushed a shy smile on her lips, and she meekly clasped her hands together as she softly said, "You look very handsome."

"Yeah?" He grinned, fidgeting his hands in his pant pockets.

It was then that she realized he was flustered, too. It sunk a wet heat in the pit of her belly, and she nervously wrung her fingers together.

"Yeah."

He stepped forward, closing the space between them, and rubbed a hand over his bald head as he let loose a deep breath. "You're the most beautiful fuckin' woman I've ever laid eyes on," he garbled somewhat awkwardly. He then cleared his throat, shaking his head as he tried again. "Do you, uh, want a drink- shitsorryno, I mean-"

She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I would love a Nuka-Cola."

The merc nodded vigorously, pulling her along behind him as they made for the bar counter.

"Ya want to sit at the bar, or-?" he asked again, his rasp still unsure.

His endearing bashfulness exploded butterflies in her stomach as she pointed to a stool.

"Right there is okay."

She claimed her seat as he walked around to the front and unbuttoned his jacket to shrug out of. Her eyes glued to the swell of his biceps and the width of his forearms as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, the ghoul completely unaware of her ogling as he plunked a few ice cubes into a glass and popped the cap off her choice of soda.

He set the fizzing pops before her, raising a brow muscle at the hint of drool dribbling from the corner of her lips. "Ya that thirsty?"

Evelyn stupidly blinked as she wiped at her mouth and swiped at her drink, taking a sip before she could say something unintelligible. Forming a single, coherent thought seemed futile as he set an arm down to lean close to her, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight and the suspenders over his broad shoulders stretching and by God she could even see the bulge in his pants-

She choked on her drink, spewing soda to the side as she coughed and very ungracefully gargled like a warthog to clear her lungs.

Cross tapped his knuckles on the counter and took her iced drink away. "Ya want to dance?"

An inhuman sort of sound left her throat.

"...that a yes?"

She nodded after smearing sticky soda all over her lips, and he came around the counter to gently disrobe his bomber jacket from her shoulders. He set it aside, lightly tracing his fingertips down the naked skin of her spine.

"C'mere, baby."

She took his offered hand, and he pulled her towards him, gently circling them to the middle of the room and swaying under the soft light. She stepped on his foot.

"You'll one day get it," he rasped, then continued with a tease, "maybe 'fore the next bombs drop, if we're lucky."

She rolled her eyes and leaned into him, listening to the deep, smooth beat of his heart pounding in his chest as he expertly twirled them around in tempo to a mellow tune.

His hand guiding her at the small of her back crept down a bit further to grope her ass. "Ya like how we did the place?"

"It's beautiful. Is it yours, now?"

"I got it for you." When she instantly flipped her head up to stare at him, he chuckled. "Goin' to need a new name."

She tapped a finger to her lips before breaking out in a wide smile, and before he knew it, he was in love with her all over again.

"The Crossroads," she decreed.

Cross rasped thickly as he stared at the perfect view down the front of her dress, "Hmm. Got a nice ring to it."

Evelyn giggled as she pulled him down by the collar, saying with a tinge of husk, "Damn right it does."

And it was christened with a kiss.

Holding Hands

(Charon x Cross)

“Oh my God,” Evelyn breathed out as she pointed to the Pre-War kiddie's marvel just out of reach. “What the fuck is that?!”

Cross came around the side, shoving his hands deep in his bomber jacket pockets and snapping some bubbles from the gum in his mouth. “Huh. Ain’t never thought I’d see it in person.”

The neon-green ball of ooze set high on its pedestal in the middle of the dilapidated toy store glowed with all the promise of a child’s wonderment and delight. Faded posters plastered on a board that advertised the (slightly) radiated slime beamed pictures of smiling children…and a five-page, very finely printed, warning disclosure.

Cross scratched at his brow as he squinted at the barely legible liability statement, mumbling to himself, “…loss of vision, loss of limbs, addition of limbs (heh), vomiting blood, uncontrollable diarrhea-" He paused for a moment before rasping without looking up, “What’d ya have for lunch again?”

No answer, and he raised his eyes.

Evelyn had bypassed the ‘employee-only’ stanchions and was on the tips of her toes, going to make a grab for the gelatinous (not) repurposed nuclear waste.

“Hey!” Cross barked, and she froze mere inches from the ball of slime as he scolded her, “Fuck did I just say?”

Her hands instead came to her sides as she crossed her arms in a pout. “What?! It wouldn’t be here if it was that dangerous.”

“You shittin’ me?” he rasped as he pointed a bony fingertip to the piles of skeletons lying ominously around. “That ain’t too much of a fuckin’ clue for you, Space Cadet?”

Her eyes squinted slightly, the insult not sticking the landing. “Space Cadet?”

A thud of heavy boots from deeper within the cavernous remains of the store announced their third party member. Charon took in the scene and simply sighed.

“You are lucky you are immune,” was all he said.

Evelyn curtly shrugged and turned to eye her prize again, but the merc growled as he stepped forward, a human skull crushed to dust under his boot.

“I ain’t takin’ any chances,” he said firmly- no ifs, ands, or buts.

The frown of her lip dipped a little further, venturing from peeved to disappointed.

“But it looks cool,” she said sadly.

Cross’ glower slowly crumbled into indecisiveness under the pressure of her pleading puppy look. The big eyes and the quivering lip somehow seemed to always slip past his defenses, and he was soon standing before the pedestal to grab at The Ooze!

“Damn lucky is right,” he muttered under his breath as he placed a hand over the thing. It immediately swallowed his fingers, his palm, and all the way down to his wrist with a sickening slurp! He grimaced at the icky sensation of the slime having devoured his entire right hand, and he held it up and wiggled it in the air, unable to unlatch it.

“What’s it feel like?! Can I try?!” She began to extend her wiggling fingers for it, but he simply lifted his arm to keep her out of reach. “Hey!”

“Not till I know it’s safe,” he growled.

She scoffed, “Oh please, it’s a children’s toy!”

“You would be surprised,” Charon rasped flatly as he came to make his own inspection of The Ooze!

The merc held it over for him to take, and the ferryman dipped a few fingers in the squelching slime to be completely enveloped. He pulled, and Cross grunted as he was nearly tipped over.

"Just take the damn thing," Cross growled.

The muscle of Charon's brow twitched as he gave a second attempt, to only receive the same outcome.

He snarled as he yanked with more force, “I am trying.”

The merc stumbled into the man as he partially swept him off his feet, and together their captive hands interlaced at the fingers. Both ghouls shrugged the other one off and looked down at the slime, before raising their eyes simultaneously to share a single thought of I don't know what we expected. They then glanced at Evelyn just standing in her spot, her barely contained laughter threatening to burst her at the seams.

“You passin’ gas over there?” Cross rasped dourly at her flushed face and cheeky smile.

“Oh my God!” she cackled, unable to contain herself any longer as she burst wide open with a bellyful of laughter. She wheezed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she began to walk away, “Where’s that camera?!”

Charon took a step forward just as Cross took his own in the opposite direction, and both their shoulders practically dislocated from their sockets as they refused to yield to the opposing force. The ferryman whipped a glare around just as Cross snarled at him.

"Hey!" Evelyn called over from a side room. "Think I found something."

Cross grumbled to himself, "Thank Christ."

Their smoothskin came bumbling over with a sheet of yellowed paper in her hand, waving it in the air like a battle flag. "It says on this to 'Please see the manager in the event of contact with The Ooze!'"

Charon pinched his brow as Cross directed his smoldering glower to her instead.

The merc gave a quick look around, his rasp dripping with sardonic sarcasm. "Don't think he's in today."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" she bristled, and when he said nothing to refute it, she scoffed and tossed the paper over her shoulder to stomp off. "Have fun jacking each other off for the rest of your lives."

"Evelyn."

"Yeah, yeah," she snarked as she took to the stationary escalator, stomping to the upper levels without looking back. "I remember seeing the manager's office somewhere up here. I'll be right back."

The ghouls waited a few moments in silence before the merc sighed and indicated with his chin to a bench against the wall. With coordinated steps, they both came to sit beside each other, their fingers still interlocked together in the dense mass of goop.

Cross wormed around his jacket for a pack of bubblegum, popping two pieces free. "Might be here awhile."

Charon took the stick of stale gum. "I sincerely hope not."

Cross pocketed the carton away and chewed, blowing a few bubbles for a moment. They quietly indulged themselves with their treat and private thoughts, and then Cross titled his head to the side to peer up to the second-floor landing. There was no sight, or sound, and he grumbly sighed and leaned back.

"Got to take a shit," he grumbled to himself.

Charon shifted in his seat, rasping just as lowly, "...I as well."

Cross cupped his free hand around his mouth and yelled, "Hey! Fuck you doin' up there?!"

There was a sudden great big BOOM, and both ghouls jumped to their feet and whipped out their weapons, making a race for the stairs when their legs tangled together in an uncoordinated tango. They collapsed to the floor in a heap of limbs, skittering guns, and pained grunts. Cross coughed while Charon lifted himself partway with his free hand, and then they both blinked. The merc was pinned beneath the slightly bigger ghoul, Charon's thighs straddling him at the hips and their heavy breathing washing over their faces.

A thundering of feet made them quickly glance up. Evelyn had raced down the stairs, pausing for only a very brief moment to take in the scene.

"It sure as hell ain't what it looks like," Cross rasped.

A flutter of...disappointment, downturned her lips and smoothed her brow, before she seemed to have remembered the dangers coming for them and proceeded to scurry for the safety of outside, leaving the duo in their rather intimate position.

Cross yelled after her, "Hey! Evelyn!" He then growled as he put his weight in shoving the other ghoul off, "Get the fuck off me!"

They both awkwardly stood, but not without a tangle of buckles and snapping of leather straps and the laces of their boots snagging one another. Something skittering whipped their heads on a dime, and they both slowly followed the journey of a very sizeable glowing radroach crawling to the base of their feet.

Its antennas twitched, once, twice, and then it very cautiously stood on its hind end and wiggled its mandibles for The Ooze!

The ghouls shared a look.

"...do you think she will come back?" Charon rasped quietly so as not to scare their mutated friend.

The radroach continued to nibble away as they sat on their bench and waited with tedious patience for it to free them from their 'get-along' slime.

Cross squinted his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "Probably back at Kittery by now." He then twitched as he felt the radroach chew on his index finger. "Watch it, ya little bastard."

Charon snorted. "You are probably right."

More silence, and then the merc turned his head.

"We're never tellin' anyone 'bout this."

"Agree."

[mirjtsu]

Ioriku Nation, Let's Rise!

Hiii! This my first post here on Tumblr >\\\\\<...

A few days ago I created this flag (inspired in style by those of the LGBTQIA+).

Here's a brief explaination to why it became like this :3.

Once, when asked "what kind of idol do you want to be?", Iori said he wanted to be like "the night sky that makes the shooting star(s) shine" (I don't remember the exact RabbiChat, sorry :'3). Hence Iori's colors had to be in the background.

About Riku, as stated multiple times (cough cough spin off manga IDOLiSH7 - Wishing Upon a Shooting Star cough cough and more), he is associated with a (shooting) star. Since Riku's number is 7, I decided to use a 7 pointed star with his colors.

Ngl, it was so fun to create. Also, my bestie always tells me I would guide the ioriku nation if it existed. So when I showed her, explaining all its details, she told me "YOU DID NOT- This is so thoughtful actually???" (LOL, it was a funny reaction; as if she doesn't know who I am ;3).

Feel free to use it but remember to give credits for it :3! I wonder if someone else had already created a flag like this... Well, the more the merrier XD.

Have a great day~

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,470 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

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Chapter 1.) The Next Chapter.

Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute. 

That hook was on repeat in Marquise’s mind as he got ready to start his day. They reminded him of Shanelle. Almost everything reminds him of her. Of their love and their journey through life together as husband and wife, King and Queen, and Mom and Dad. 

The last seven years have had their ups, downs, highs, lows, trials and tribulations. But through it all, they have survived and persevered. Through it all, they have always made sure to show each other love, support, and encouragement. 

In the wee hours of the morning, Marquise was up getting ready for his morning run. 

5:30 am.

That’s the time the alarm on Marquise’s phone went off. After rolling over to silence his phone, he sat up, and with a yawn and a roll of his neck and shoulders, he was out of bed. After stretching he turns his attention to the woman in his bed. The one he calls his savior, his Goddess, his true north. The woman who captured his heart so long ago. His Queen. 

Shanelle is everything that he could have ever hoped, dreamed, prayed, and wished for in a wife and mother. Every day that he spends with her as his and his alone is a day he continuously thanks God for. 

He stood up as he watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundly in their bed. He leaned over and moved a few stray strands of her hair from in front of her face. 

“Good morning my love. I'll see you after I get back from my run.” He whispered to her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

He quietly crept into his closet and changed into his workout clothes then grabbed his phone, AirPods, and Apple Watch before he left the main sleeping quarters where his wife slept and walked down the hall. 

Being a reigning Monarch is an incredible honor and opportunity. But it's not without its dangers and exceedingly high expectations, pressures, and standards. Marquise and Shanelle have an obligation to Cordonia and especially to her people. And every day they both bear the weight of it all. 

He walks until he comes to a door with a bright pink K on it. It’s his daughter’s bedroom. And right next door is the nursery where his boys are sleeping soundly. 

The whole world changed the day Kylo Jeremiah and Zyon Shomari were born. Marquise’s perfect family of 3 turned into a perfect family of 5. And he couldn't be happier. His boys have given him a new focus and purpose. 

Just outside the bedroom doors is a portrait that means more to him than all the literal gold in the family vault. It’s a portrait he took with his mother. Marquise ran a hand over the frame as he gazed at the portrait. It’s one of the most vivid memories he has of his mother when she was alive. He was 5 when she had the portrait commissioned. And sitting there to have it painted with her meant everything to him. He smiles wistfully at the painting before closing his eyes. 

“Tu me manques tellement, ma mère. J'espère vous avoir rendu fier de Moi.”, he whispered in French as he leaned his head against the frame. 

After staying for a few more seconds he stepped back then quietly opened Khari’s bedroom door. He carefully stepped into her room and stopped to look at his sleeping princess. She was curled up with her stuffed dragon Dagon and her kitten Paisley at her side. Ozzie and Belle slept diligently at the end of her bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly made his heart melt. Lightly tapping on his right thigh he woke up Ozzie. 

“Wake up Oz! We gotta go!” He whispered to his favorite canine companion. 

Ozzie slowly roused from his sleep and blinked sleepily then looked up at Marquise before slowly rising and stretching. He was careful not to wake his mate Belle or their puppies Lucky and Lady. With a shake of his head, Ozzie was at Marquise’s side. 

“Good boy Oz! Now let’s go.” 

Marquise then quietly opened the nursery door to check on his two littlest heartbeats. Ozzie’s two pups Lucky and Lady slept under each crib. As he looked at his sleeping Princes his heart did backflips. They were the most precious thing in the world to him. He ran a thumb over Kylo’s cheek the same way he did the first time he held him. It brought a tear to his eye. He still couldn't believe his sons are here and that they're real. 

He checked on Zyon the same way before exiting the nursery. 

He and Ozzie head out of the main bedroom wing and down the hall to the main staircase, where his majesty stops at a side table and grabs a leash for Ozzie before heading down the stairs and out the main entrance. When they walked out and across the lawn of the palace. When they got to the gate, Marquise put his AirPods in and took off with Ozzie for an early 10-mile  morning run. 

As his heart pumps during the run, his thoughts take him to the most recent events. Dueling with and eventually beating Drakovia in acquiring the kingdom of Gemmora. Reassigning and rezoning the newly acquired lands. As well as dealing with a small group of griping nobles. On top of everything else that comes with being a King of an entire kingdom. 

And lately, he's begun to slowly and somewhat understand why his father ruled the way he did. 

While they never got along while the elder Rys was alive, Marquise could understand why Constantine was so paranoid as King. He felt he couldn't trust anyone, much less those in his own court. He used to have strong diplomatic ties with several allied countries but that all changed after Queen Eleanor was killed. Constantine let his grief, anger, bitterness, and paranoia transform him into someone who cared for nothing but himself. 

And the kingdom suffered. The people were ready to revolt for the first time in nearly three centuries. And as a King himself, Marquise understands some of why Connie acted the way he did as King. But he refuses to rule Cordonia that way. 

7:15 am.

Marquise and Ozzie soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace. Marquise stopped just to marvel at the sight before heading back inside. 

After getting Ozzie settled, Marquise headed to his quarters where he found his wife trying to silence the alarm on her phone. He stood back quietly snickering to himself as he watched as she unsuccessfully hit her phone repeatedly. 

He finally took pity on her and silenced her alarm. She briefly looked up at him with one eye open before turning over and burying herself in their covers. 

“Now now! It's time to wake up my love.” he gently whispered in her ear.

 She groaned into her pillow.

“It's time to get up.”

“I don't want to be an adult today!” 

“You're not being an adult, my love. You’re being The Queen.”

“I don't want to do that either!” she pouted. 

“Shanelle…” his tone was firm but gentle. 

“Noooooooo…” she whined.

He shook his head at her.

“Have it your way…”

He stood up,  grabbed the covers, and yanked them off of her causing her to bolt up in their bed.

“Just the way I like to see you.”

She glared at him before throwing a pillow at him. 

“Jackass!” she sneered. 

“Now is that any way for My Queen to behave?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Of all the times for you to be a King…” she muttered as she crossed her arms. 

He smirked as he held out his hand to help her out of bed. She gave him a side-eye before he helped her out of bed and into his arms. 

“Ewwww! Get off of me!” 

“What?”

“You're all sweaty.”

“I mean I just came back from my morning run,” he said with a shrug. 

“Which means you haven't been in the shower! Yuck!” 

He snickered as he tightened his arms around her.

“Gross!”

“You like it…” he whispered before nipping at the bottom of her right ear.

“Let me go!”

He buries his face into the crook of her neck.

“You need to go get in the shower! And so do I!”

He doesn't stop. Instead, he slides one hand down her back while the other stays in the center of her back. Doing so raised goosebumps on her skin, sent chills down her spine, and caused her back to slightly arch. 

“Marquise!” she pouted.

He was thankful that she loved falling asleep in his old oversized Harvard t-shirt because it just barely covered the bottom of her ass. 

“Let me go!”

“If I do that, you’ll start pouting again.” He whispered harshly in her ear. 

She continued to squirm in his arms. It wasn't until he grabbed a handful of her ass that she finally put her foot down.

“Okay! Okay! Enough! We are not doing this! We need to go get in the shower before the munchkins wake up! Now!”

“Spoilsport…” he mutters.

“Oh shut the hell up!”

“At least you’re all hot and bothered and sweaty.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and as she went to walk past him he slapped her on her ass causing her to let out a yelp. 

“Hey! Easy on the merchandise! You break it, you’re buying me another Birkin!”

“I am not buying you another one of those overpriced handbags.”

She stalked off into the bathroom without another word. After taking a long hot, satisfying shower together, the Royal Couple were brushing their teeth when the King was feeling playful. He kept looking at his wife, who was giving him a side-eye. 

“What?” she asked with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. 

That's when he splashed her with water. 

“What the hell?!” 

“A marked improvement if I do say so myself.”

That's when she hit him in the arm. 

“Did you just hit me?”

“You just threw water at me. What do you think?” 

“That is a declaration of war!”

“So be it!” 

With a smirk, he lunged at her with her barely getting out of the way. The two spent several minutes giggling with her dodging him. He finally caught her and hoisted her up onto his shoulders. 

“Put me down!”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Marquise you put me down this instant!”

“Did you ask nicely?”

She started flailing over his shoulder. 

“PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!”

Try as she might, Shanelle couldn't get free. 

“You know, your hair is still wet, how about a little spin dry?”

“MARQUISE DON’T YOU DARE!”

“And away we go!”

With that, he spun around with her over his shoulders. When he stopped both were breathless and laughing.  

“You are such an asshole!” she said while laughing and trying to catch her breath. 

“Made you laugh.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“I hate you sometimes.” 

“I love you too.”

He held her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“I gotta get ready and so do you.”

“Okay. May I escort you to your closet milady?” he asked, holding a hand out to her. 

“I'd be honored, milord,” she replies. 

They walked to her closet hand in hand. After getting ready first, His Majesty went to get their children ready but was beaten to the punch. Margo had already gotten Khari dressed. 

“Good morning my King,” she said as she greeted him. 

“Good morning Mom. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home resting from your latest round of treatments.” 

Margo waved him off. 

“I'm fine son. Besides, I am my grandchildren's attendant. It's my job to get them ready in the morning. 

“Grammy helped me pick out my outfit for school today. See?” Khari said with a twirl.

“I see my love. You look beautiful.” Marquise says to his daughter before turning his attention back to his adopted mother, “You really should be resting Mom. Doctor's orders.”

“And again my son, I am fine.”

“You're walking with a cane. You’re not fine.”

Margo gave him a look he's become all too familiar with. 

“Okay fine. But if your oldest son starts complaining about you still working again I'm not getting involved.”

Margo smiled warmly. 

“Duly noted my love.”

“Now if you two lovely ladies will excuse me. I have two twins to get dressed.”

With a sweet kiss to both Margo and Khari, Marquise walked out of his daughter's room and into the nursery. His two little boys were already awake and playing with their toys. 

“Good morning my little loves. Let's get you two ready for the day,” he said to them. 

He individually got the boys ready. Taking time to talk to and sing to them. With them trying to clap and sing with him. After getting the boys ready and meeting Shanelle in the hallway, it was time for breakfast them to see Khari off to school. 

“Bye Mommy!” Khari said as she hugged her mother. 

“Bye, baby girl. Have a good day at school.”

“Bye Daddy! I love you!” she said to her Daddy. 

“I love you too, my love. I'll see you later.” 

Khari even said goodbye to her brothers. 

“Bye, boys! I'll see you later!” she said as she waved at the twins who waved back as best they could. 

“Are you ready my darling?” Margo asked Khari. 

“Yup. I'm ready.”

“Come along now. Let's get you off to school.”

With that, Khari was out the door and on her way to school. 

“And now my day starts,” Marquise says to his wife. 

“Okay. I'll take these two mini ones and we’ll see you at lunch a little later. 

“I'll see you all later.”

With a sweet kiss to his wife, Marquise was off to start his day as King. This became the new normal for the Royal Couple. On top of ruling a kingdom, they have children to raise. He rules the kingdom. She runs the family. Together they balance each other out. They love, support, and encourage each other. 

As he walked to his office, Marquise found himself humming the hook that has been playing in his head all day. 

“Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute.”

Their journey like everything else in their life continues. 

[sailorshadzter]

❝ i love you. don’t forget that. ❞

For any of our matching otps <3 (We do have a few haha)

<3333

my love, you get our OG otp, of course.,

send me starter prompts

As the monster fades into dust, her feet touch the ground.

Once again, he’s taken aback by her abilities, by her beauty not just as a person, but as a soldier. Her blonde hair fluttering, she’s smiling as she realizes she’s won the battle, as if it’s surprising to her that she is strong, that she is capable of doing anything without her senshi behind her. “Sailor Moon,” he calls out and she turns to face him, her beautiful blue eyes shining in the moonlight. “You did well.” She blushes beneath his words and raises her hand in acknowledgment, before she turns back to help a fallen victim to their feet, while a crowd begins to gather around her.

He slips away, but not before she casts him one last glance. He’s gone before he can see the sorrow flicker across her features, before she must turn back to the people around her and smile as if everything was absolutely fine. 

[ x x x ]

Despite her best judgment, she’s at his door. 

She stands there for far longer than she’s ever stood there before, but when she slips inside, she finds it to be as she always has; warm and inviting. Mamoru sits where she expects him to, on the couch with a mug of tea in his hand. “Usako,” he greets, twisting around so he might face her where she stands. Gone is her senshi garb, replaced by the streetwear she was wearing that day. Truth was, he hadn’t expected her.

“Mamo-chan, I…” She begins, shifting from one foot to the other, blonde hair bouncing as she raises her blue eyes to look at him. “Are you angry with me?” She’s recalling the day before, when he’d come across her and Haruka together. There was something between her and the other woman, but it was unlike what she and Mamoru shared. They had died and reunited in a new life, after all. Nothing could ever compare. But, she can’t help but to shake the sensation that what she was experiencing with Haruka, with the newly found senshi, was wrong. 

He’s rising up from where he sits, setting aside his mug so he can approach where she stands. His hands on her shoulders, he’s smiling, leaning in so he might kiss her quickly, simply. “I love you, Usako,” he reminds her when he’s straightened back up. “Don’t ever forget that.” There was nothing she could do, nothing she could say, that would ever change his mind about that. 

When she falls into his arms, he’s already waiting.

There was nowhere else he’d ever be.

[cevans-is-classic]

ABO thoughts on my top two OTPs.

STONY:

Steve sleeps with a shield agent, someone he thought would be safe to explore in the 21st century — who has no hand in the Avengers and doesn't know him.

Someone safe.

Not safe enough.

He's nearly 10 weeks when he finds out — and Tony is the first to notice and the first to be there for him.

Steve is terrified. A baby? He's Captain America? He's an Avenger! How is supposed to have a baby?

"Hey," Tony kneels in front of him, the suit keeping him at eye level. Steve can't stop looking at the shine of the reactor, the glint of the setting sun on the red across his helmet, "Breathe okay? That's all you have to do."

"I can't do this, Tony. I — this — I can't do this."

Tony nods, keeping his hands floating around Steve in a flutter of confusion, "Then don't."

Steve jerks his head up sharp, "I don't want to get rid of it-"

"Hey that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying right now you don't have to do anything. Let me do it. What do you need?"

Whiskey brown eyes follow his, guide Steve through the swell of panic in his chest and the acid that burns his throat, "Help me."

The fingers of the Iron Man suit are always warmer than Steve think they'll be. When they brush his jaw, tilting his chin to look Steve directly in the eye — he melts into it. Into the warmth, the strength, Tony's calming presence.

"Whatever you need, Honey, anything."

Steve reaches out, his own fingers carding through Tony's dark hair, "Thank you."

-

DESTIEL:

Castiel has been at the bunker full time for a year when Dean stumbles into the war room with wide frightened eyes. His brow is sweaty, lips bitten red and there's a white stick clutched in his fist.

"Dean!" Castiel jumps up, rushing to the hunter and catching him as Dean's knees seem to give out on him.

"Where Sammy?" His voice doesn't shake. It's steady, solid even as his body seems to shiver in Castiel's hold.

The two of them moved towards a chair, Castiel helping ease his friend down to rest, "He went out. Dean? What's wrong? What happened?" There's no blood, no obvious wounds and when his hands run over him he can't find a lingering spell.

The white stick in his fist cracks when he tightens his hold.

"I'm pregnant."

Castiel feels ice trickle down his spine, skin going tight, throat constricting around a rise of bile he's never tasted before.

"Okay." Dean is pregnant. Castiel nearly forgot that Omega males could carry a child. It's rare, something that few people talk about or hear of in their lifetimes — well, Castiel has lived alot of lifetimes.

Dean glares at him, "Okay?"

"Do you know who the Alpha is?" Another glare, flash of green eyes before Dean knocks Castiel back as he jumps to his feet.

"Okay? I'm pregnant, Cas! Who cares who the fucking Alpha is? I can't be pregnant — I just can't be — everything is finally settling down, Jack is safe, Sam is safe and you... I'm a hunter Cas. I can't be pregnant." His voice drops at the end, a tremor shaking the words put in breath.

Castiel touches Dean's shoulder briefly, squeezing once before he steady his hand on Dean's back and pulls him into an awkward hug.

"Yes," Castiel starts, keeping Dean close to him letting the hunter wrap his arms around his own person, "You are pregnant and no the alpha does not matter. Yes, you are a hunter and things aren't easy in this life, but you can do this. If you choose."

He steps back, momentarily smiling to melt the ice he sees forming in Dean's eyes, "You aren't doing it alone. Ever. You have Sam, Jody, Eileen, Myself-" He pauses, "Maybe even Rowena."

Dean let's out a shaky laugh, "Jack would make an amazing big brother."

"He would." The two of them go silent.

"I have you?" The words are low enough that Castiel thought he'd missed them, "It's a baby, Cas."

Castiel moved his left hand from Dean's arm to his chin, brushing his thumb across the hunters pink bottom lip, "It's a part of you, Dean. I'll always be here."

They're tears in Dean's eyes when he locks eyes with Castiel, "Thank you. Fuck Cas, thank you."

[goldenguillotines]

world building wednesday for nakaou

B A S I C S

full name: Nakaou Skeuno

gender: I can’t even tell you. Masc tho

sexuality: Biromantic/Demisexual

pronouns: He/Him

O T H E R S

family: The Revolution/Natsuo Skeuno (Ancestor), Pinkky Faunra (Sister) and Nishii Skeuno (Twin Brother)

birthplace: Alternia

job: Farm hand, Server and Band member

phobias: Proditiophobia

guilty pleasures: Fast food runs in the dead of night..

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good

sins - sloth/envy/wrath

virtues - charity/humility/kindness

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Ambivert (More extroverted)

organized/disorganized: Organized

close minded/open-minded: Open minded

calm/anxious: Anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: Reckless

patient/impatient: Patient

outspoken/reserved: Outspoken

leader/follower: Follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Traditional

hard-working/lazy: Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Aitreo ❤️ Nakaou (The red undead) my beloved scrungels

ot3: Lammek ?? Nakaou ♦️ Hagvin (Rise n shine)

brotp: Nikola + Nakaou (Momento Mori)

notp: Any Desmus honestly.. Uhh Mickey..

[nonbinarycharmybee]

Cream!

favorite thing about them: Absolute Sweetheart, absolute angel, 10/10 would befriend

least favorite thing about them: say what you will about sonic ages being "unrealistic" i have NEVER seen a six year old act this polite. can easily come across as too perfect, put some character flaws in this baby.

favorite line:

[ID: Two panels from the IDW Comics. The first panel has Cream kicking the ground and yelling "I hate fighting! I hate seeing my friends hurt and scared!" The second panel is Cream from the waist-up yelling "And I hate how mean you are!" /end ID]

girl popped off and snapped while still being in-character, we love to see it

brOTP: I think she Charmy Tails and Marine should form the Honorary Younger Siblings Squad.

OTP: feels a bit weird to be shipping a six year old innit

nOTP: ^

random headcanon: cream and vanilla are at the chaotix agency so often, they're practically honorary members.

unpopular opinion: i don't have one? people who don't like cream step on a lego /hj

song I associate with them: rise and shine from sofia the first

favorite picture of them:

[ID: Cream and Cheese drawn in sketchy lines and warm, muted colors. Cream is smiling while holding a bouquet of flowers and Cheese is smiling while holding a balloon. /end ID.]

this one is very cute!

[dzvagabond]

1, 25, and 26 for Gordon? :0

1. Well, go on, introduce yourself!

[*Waves*] Hello, @crybaby-shaymin, I'm Gordon Freeman, former scientist at Black Mesa Research Facility and the partner of Atticus Brine. I'm hard of hearing, I'm still 27 thanks to stasis and that weirdo in a suit, and now am the leader of a rebellion against the combine.

25. What’s the embarrassing memory you have that involves s/i? Go on, I won’t laugh, I promise!

The most embarrassing recent memory that I have involving Atticus would be when I first met Lamarr. Atti thought it would be funny to be in cahoots with Dr. Kleiner to chuck Lamarr at me as soon as I stepped into his lab to scare me. Well... it worked and let me just say I blew out my voice with the high pitched screech I let out. Barney, Alex, and Atticus were dying of laughter.

26. What’s something you’ve ALWAYS wondered about s/i but haven’t asked them about? And why??

I've always wondered about Atticus' family. They hardly ever talk about them, let alone their parents. I assume there may be some bad blood there and they don't want to talk about them due to something that happened. I figured if they do want to tell me, they will in their own time.

[accertify]

Comparing Traditional vs. Advanced Strong Customer Authentication Methods

Businesses are grappling with the challenge of striking the right balance between ensuring user convenience and mitigating fraud risks. This balance often revolves around the methods employed for customer authentication. Historically, simple username–password combinations were deemed adequate. However, in today's cyber landscape, enhanced measures are imperative.

Traditional Strong Customer Authentication Methods

Before we can appreciate sophisticated strong customer authentication solutions, it's vital to understand the traditional methods that paved the way:

Password-Based Authentication

For years, the cornerstone of online authentication has been the username and password duo. It's simple, easy to implement, and universally understood. However, its simplicity is also its downfall, as it's susceptible to brute force attacks, phishing, and other cyber threats.

Security Questions

Often used as a secondary layer, security questions (like "What's your mother's maiden name?") were seen as an added hurdle for potential intruders. But with the rise of social media and information availability, answers to these questions can often be easily found or guessed.

SMS One-Time Passwords (OTP)

A step forward in the SCA journey, SMS one-time passwords involve sending a temporary code to a user's registered mobile number, which they must input to authenticate their identity. While more secure than mere passwords, they can be intercepted or rerouted, making them vulnerable.

Advanced Strong Customer Authentication Methods

Biometric Authentication

From fingerprint scans and facial recognition to voice patterns and even retina scans, biometric authentication offers a high level of security. Since these attributes are unique to each individual, it's challenging for intruders to replicate or steal them.

Smart Tokens and Physical Devices

Some platforms provide users with physical authentication devices or smart tokens. These generate random codes synchronized with the server, and the user must input this code for authentication. The fact that a physical device is needed adds a tangible layer of security.

App-Based OTPs

Similar to SMS OTPs but more secure, app-based OTPs are generated in dedicated mobile applications, reducing the risk of interception. They function even without an internet or cellular connection, ensuring authentication is possible everywhere.

Behavioral Biometrics

Beyond physical attributes, behavioral traits, like the way one types or uses a mouse, can be used for authentication. By analyzing these biometrics and patterns, systems can detect anomalies, flagging potentially unauthorized access attempts.

Comparing the Two: Pros and Cons

User Experience: We all know the drill with old-school methods—juggling hard-to-remember passwords or sitting around waiting for a text with a code. Sometimes, it feels like more trouble than it's worth. But the newer methods, think biometrics or those instant push notifications, slide into the user experience a lot more smoothly.

Security Level: There was a time when the traditional methods were our digital knights in shining armor. Yet, with cyber hackers becoming craftier, these methods are showing their weakness. Advanced SCA methods bring a heightened level of security, leveraging unique personal attributes or real-time verifications.

Implementation and Costs: There's no sugarcoating it: setting up fancy SCA tools might take a chunk out of your wallet, especially when you consider tech costs and getting everything integrated just right. Traditional methods, being more straightforward, are generally easier and cheaper to implement.

Interoperability and Compatibility: Advanced methods, especially biometrics, might face compatibility issues across devices or platforms. Traditional methods, being less technology-dependent, offer broader compatibility.

Conclusion

The digital world is ever-changing. Just think about how much we now rely on the web. It's our go-to for shopping, movie nights, managing our cash, and sealing the deal in business. So, it's right that we take our online safety seriously. Goodbye to the days of the traditional; it's the era of the next-gen SCA solutions. And trust us, they're here to stay.

[gmanwhore]

Gman

favorite thing about them -He has such an amazing voice!!!

least favorite thing about them -How little screentime he gets

favorite line -The fucking...rise and shine speech

brOTP -Gaster and Lesley

OTP -Him and William Afton they are divorced

nOTP Uhhh anyone in Half LIfe actually

random headcanon -Bitch has NO rhythm

unpopular opinion -Autism

song i associate with them -Thermodynamic Lawyer esq. GFD

favorite picture of them

[plaggioclase]

Master of disguise (2019)

Exposition

Canon basis

Adrien feels stifled, unable to let loose when not Cat Noir, but even CN still has responsibility.

Nino wants adrien to be free.

Marinette has a massive, useless crush on Adrien.

Marinette may be willing to consider others, mainly CN, if not for AA.

Adrinette is alya’s OTP.

Canon divergent details

Possibile derivations of the name Sacha:

Sacha brain cohen

Middle name alexandre

Tf2 heavy minigun

Some anime character

Does it matter?

Nino works in an electronics store

Marinette is about fed up with the crush

Alya has started hinting at alternatives.

It’s summer break.

Inciting incident

Adrien dons a punk disguise and goes out in public. (In preparation he also gets a new phone case)

AA takes the metro, first to surprise/test Nino (and get a 2nd SIM card), then get food and go home

Nino doesnt recognize him

On his way back, alya boards

She meets AA’s new alter ego, believes “Sacha” is cn

AC somehow gets his phone number for marinette.

Rising action

S meets M at AC urging. M takes a shining, AA goes along with it

AA continues to loiter at N store

S and M go out more frequently. M’s love grows. She suspects he is CN. Does not consider AA.

AA”just a friend” in full force.

CN about to detransform after akuma, LB thinks it’s ok but it’s really not. LB reveals herself in process

Nino discovers AA=S. Mind blown. Good laugh.

Climax

???

School resumes, sharing about holiday, M mentions new boyfriend [S]

AA Who didnt realize they’re dating puts it together, loses his shit inside.

AA,N panicked strategizing for reveal.

M,AC know something is up but don’t know what

Denouement

The disguise still serves its original purpose

M and N have the whole picture, ac gets it later

M/AA figure out how to manage dating life as celebrity with no privacy

Plot threads:

Adrien disguise saga

Disguise works

Disguise goes too far

Friends find out (S=cn AC,m,n; s=aa n,m,ac?)

Disguise becomes insider knowledge

AA/M romance

M gives up on AA, meets and dates S without his knowledge, discovers S=AA,

Does M want the world to know her as AA’s girlfriend? Prob NG

Continue with S/M but with truth known to each. AA’s personality integrates.

Some time later, saga becomes public?

[missmitchieg]

Appreciation post for Willie's clothes growing lighter and brighter the longer he knows Alex

+ Bonus Willie's clothes getting dark again when he thinks he's saying goodbye forever