#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.

[flyingcatstiel]

SuperbatWeek 2024 fic recs

Day 7: FREE DAY!!! Superbat? | Superbat! | Superbat

a song came after by susiecarter [T, 4,500 word count]

It requires every ounce of will he can bring to bear to force himself to meet Clark's eyes. Clark looks shocked; the expression is undiluted by anger or dismay, though perhaps he simply hasn't had time to grasp what just happened. His eyes are wide, round, impossibly blue. Color is rising into his cheeks. His mouth is half-open, slack, with the slightest damp shine where— "That was," Bruce makes himself say, and then stops. Christ, what word can he use? What adjective is there that acknowledges his trespass fully? "Inappropriate." Inadequate, but it's the best he can do, and Clark needs to hear something, needs to know Bruce recognizes his own mistake for what it is. "I apologize. I—"

Comment - This fic starts where usually fics with a similar trope end. Bruce is out of the dream world where he lived happily with his husband Clark. For thirty years. Now he's to deal with the cold reality where Clark is not his beloved. Muscle memory is his biggest enemy.

Conflated by PamiGami [T, 31,900 word count]

“Are you sure you’re feeling quite all right, sir? I was but fairly sure the head hadn't been impacted.” “No… no, please. Listen. I’m in his body, but I’m not him. I can prove it.” Ill at ease, Clark rubbed at the back of his head, not stopping to think about the weird sensation of feeling not his own curls, but somebody else’s hair. The man continued to stare at him with piercing and scolding eyes. “I believe you.” He nodded. “Mister Wayne doesn’t say please this early in the morning.”

Comment - Somehow, Batman and Superman have switched their bodies, their apartments and their day jobs. Clark and Bruce are left to figure out what to do and why they're sharing a body with some random civilian. Identity shenanigans, full throttle.

Just a Formality by FabulaRasa [E, 4,600 word count]

Bruce and Clark get married, for reasons. And then they fall in love. Nope, it's not Victorian time travel! I am straight up about this.

Comment - Clark didn't know that some things on this earth could be as painful as kryptonite. Things like fake marriage.

Saudade by liodain [T, 20,400 word count]

It's midsummer, 2006. In the wake of his son's death, Bruce Wayne tries to outrun his grief on a cross-country road trip. When his car breaks down on a dusty road in the heart of Kansas, a friendly stranger stops to lend a hand.

Comment - A soft, melancholy start to a beautiful long distance friendship between a grieving father and a Kansas youth with a heart of gold. Also known as a fic where Bruce and Clark meet before the events of Man of Steel and it changes everything.

ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat [M, 76,800 word count]

"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better. Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

Comment - Triple identity shenanigans and a love letter to fandom and shippers. This fic has everything - heartbreak, heartache, unrequited feelings in double doses, self sacrifices and near misses, ship wars and RPF. And on top of that, it's the funniest fic I've read across many fandoms, hands down.

tell all the truth (but tell it slant) by susiecarter [M, 33,000 word count]

It takes a while for Batman and Superman to work things out, once Clark comes back from the dead. Pretending to date each other in order to explain why Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent are in the same place so often? Doesn't help as much as you might think.

Comment - When Batman himself is organizing and micromanaging a fake dating narrative to keep their superhero identities secret, what could go wrong? Apparently, everything. It's the worst time of Clark's life, it's the best time. It's a love story.

And last but not least, some spicy superbat fic recs!

Caught In His Gaze by DontStopHerNow [E, 1,500 word count]

This was supposed to be a stakeout to be sure Clark Kent had not lost his mind due to Kryptonite poisoning. Batman gets more of an eyeful than he expected when Clark does what people do alone in their apartments, though. He cannot look away.

What's In A Name? by frozenpotions [E, 15,000 word count]

Clark accidentally walks— or rather, flies in on Bruce enjoying a private moment. He'd probably have an easier time moving past it all if Bruce hadn't been saying Clark's name.

take a pic, strike a pose by shipyrds [E, 5,600 word count]

It’s probably a good thing Clark’s in private, because when he does check his notifications he almost cracks his phone in half. Bruce has sent him a picture. He’s in the suit, in the Batcave, and there’s probably other things happening in the picture, but Clark can’t really see any of those, because Bruce is– posing? Or maybe the camera just caught him like that; maybe he just happened to be catching his cape one-handed, setting off the sinuous curve of his bicep, the Bat logo straining across his chest. -- Bruce sends Clark a pic. Unfortunately, it goes out to some other people too.

My other superbat fic recs are here.

Happy reading!

[limitbreaker23]

Asking for a petal bath and training in rain pretty please 🥺

I had some time this morning, so sure! A bit of chengzhan bath-and-training-in-the-rain silliness that was a happy distraction for me!🥹I miss otp horribly!

Chengzhan, a bit t-rated, sometime around Sunshot gap ...

Heavy rainfall streaked the windows. Paper was bending under the weight of water, the drumming sound comforting and distracting at once. Lan Zhan watched the shadow play of rain and candlelight on his windows from the soothing warmth of his bath. Steam was still rising from the water. It had been too hot on his frozen skin, and he had welcomed the feeling instead of telling the servants to adjust the temperature. His skin paid the price with a fading redness below the water’s surface.

He was happy enough for a warm bath to clean dirt, mud, and weariness from battle. He had no thought to give to heat, barely even one for the unnecessary bowl of petals and scented scrubs the servants had placed next to the tub. He didn’t need them, found no use in them, and only felt heat in his face whenever he glanced at the red and pink petals, soft to touch when you brushed through them, touched them even for a quick, haunting moment that lingered on your skin.

A bath’s purpose was to clean the body, relax the mind, not to soften the skin with flowery fragrances.

He wondered why so many people felt the need to give him flowers, whole or broken apart.

He wondered why he wondered that instead of focusing his wandering mind.

Beyond the rain-streaked window, the distracting shadow play was disrupted. A flash of darkness broke through it to the sound of metal cutting through air. The hour was late, the fighting long left behind, and still the melody of swords seemed to have followed them here to safety.

Lan Zhan pulled the window open, ready to jump into the nightly rain, grab his sword from where it was lying next to the petals and scatter them to attack the intruders – but no one was fighting in the courtyard. No enemies, no pursuers, no disciples at odds with each other.

Just Jiang Cheng. Clan Leader Jiang. Alone in the rain, the small shielded courtyard behind the secluded houses forced into his personal training ground. The shadows of the night shrouded his figure, veiled him into a false sense of solitude as he slashed his sword through the pouring rain as if he was cutting through their enemies.

Lan Zhan caught sight of his face. Disgruntled, angry. Enraged by careless words exchanged over his head when he expected to be addressed. The early days of leadership came with many hardships, even for those that had their elders’ guidance to follow. Which Jiang Cheng had not. Yunmeng-Jiang was slaughtered, his sister safe, his senior brother lost, and all Jiang Cheng had lately was anger to vent within a storm.

Understandable. Preferable, to hide it in the shadows of the courtyard, to voice it where the rain could drown it, and to leave it here. Wrong to watch him and invade his anger. Inappropriate.

Lan Zhan nudged the window once more, the gap to outside growing wider, the view clearer. Acceptable form.

Jiang Cheng fought rain and wind as fiercely as their enemies. Sandu’s polished blade cut at a slanted angle through raindrops, slicing them apart, and he turned in a whirlwind of spraying water. Casually twisted his sword and changed the blade’s angle, caught the broken waterdrops on the polished metal where they seemed to rest for a moment, carried forward as Jiang Cheng turned, and thrown into the wind with the strength of piercing arrows.

Quite acceptable form.

On Jiang Cheng’s back, rain and sweat mingled into a distracting shine. In spite of the cold, and to fight the heat of training and anger, he had pulled the upper layers of his robes down, allowing them to fall over his belt and tied back by his sleeves. His bare back and chest were exposed, the tension in his arms moving over shoulders and biceps with every twist and turn of his blade. Streaks of rain and lost candlelight danced over his muscles.

Lan Zhan shifted in the tub, turned slightly to support his arms on the windowsill and watch, study. Linger, almost involuntarily, as if mesmerised by movements he had witnessed so many times lately. The water in the bath was hot, increasingly warmer, and the drops of rain sneaking through the open window cooled his face, the wind carried his breath outside like thin mist. Water tickled his tight skin, sneaking along a trail of goosebumps as he watched Jiang Cheng’s flesh and skin and muscles tense and relax with every move.

He forced his eyes back to Sandu, focused stubbornly on the blade that shifted and turned on Jiang Cheng’s palm as he jumped in a sharp angle through the air, slashed the sword around and followed with his clenched fist. The gleam of spiritual energy in Zidian gleamed in the darkness. Purple sparks danced around Jiang Cheng’s tense knuckles like the first threat of lightning. Of a storm. They never formed the lightning whip. Only the sparking light danced over the lines of defined muscles in his arm, shoulder, back as he whirled around once more, sharper than his sword.

The gleam of purple was fiercest in Jiang Cheng’s dark eyes, reflected in them as if they had sparked from within that darkness. Almond-shaped eyes, dark, narrowed under his tight brow, suddenly widening. Piercing into Lan Zhan. Catching him.

Jiang Cheng stopped mid-turn. His soles tore the wet ground open in a splash of mud as he forced himself to a halt, and Sandu’s tip pointed straight at Lan Zhan, softer than the shocked eyes of its owner. His shocked gasp echoed through the courtyard.

Lan Zhan was often praised for his calm and quiet nature. When he slammed the window shut, he could hear his uncle’s disapproving grunt within his mind. Drowned quickly by the sound of splashing water as he slipped and turned clumsily in the tub as he tried to leave, move, escape, run away. He grabbed the edge for support, grabbed the shelf with bathing inessentials and petals instead, and spilled them into the water as he slipped below the surface entirely.

With his hair wet and dishevelled, he pulled himself up again, face burning from something else than hot water. Nothing warmed better than humiliation and shame. Even cold springs turned into hauntingly searing pain. He could add the rain to the mountain of embarrassing memories now.

Sadly, drowning himself was never an option. He should not have watched, and now he needed to pay the price with his dignity.

Through the closed window, he was unable to see if Sandu approached to stab him through wood and paper screens. Perhaps Jiang Cheng gave no thought to wandering gazes. Perhaps a leader even this young had no time to spare for juvenile shame.

The doors flew open with a loud bang. Footsteps stomped towards him.

“Lan Wangji!”

Still shocked, still too hot and caught off guard, Lan Zhan snatched the towel sheet from the edge of the tub and pulled it over his naked body in a thumping heartbeat before Jiang Cheng stormed around the folding screen.

Furious, red from his bare chest to his face, and clutching his unsheathed sword so hard that it trembled, Jiang Cheng opened his mouth – only to blink in confusion, distracted by something. His eyes, piercing under his tight frown, quickly glanced at the bathwater, at the petals soaking in it, red and pink and unnecessary and stuck in the completely soaked towel that was draped over Lan Zhan’s legs and chest to cover his naked body half-heartedly.

Jiang Cheng blushed. He sheathed his sword noisily and pointed at the water, cleared his throat. “And you judge me?”

Lan Zhan felt the boiling need to justify himself for a few petals of no importance, when it made no and would never make a difference to give this person or anyone an explanation. “I was not judging, merely watching.”

Jiang Cheng made a strained face as if that was even worse. His hair had come loose from the rain and training. Thick, wet strands were hanging in his face, shifting when he huffed full of discontent. He flipped them out of his face and stepped closer.

“Much the same, isn’t it? That you didn’t judge me right now doesn’t mean you won’t waste your time remembering my stumbling soon and chuckle to yourself, hm?” Jiang Cheng stopped at the edge of the tub, shoulders straight and chin lifted to look down at Lan Zhan, unable to hide behind anything other than a wet towel in the clear bathwater.

Lan Zhan could have told him that there was little need to watch him training for the time an incense stick burnt to remember his movements. They had studied together, they travelled together, they fought together. He knew when to dodge because Jiang Cheng growled right before he slashed his lightning whip around. He knew that he preferred to turn right to hit and left to evade. He did remember all of this.

There was no need to linger on Jiang Cheng moving with exposed skin through the rain. Unnecessary. Quite.

He had wasted only his own time. Even when his mind already desired to wander back to the sight in his memories.

“Go on,” Jiang Cheng said in a low, rasping whisper as if he was cutting Lan Zhan’s thoughts short. “Tell me what to improve, Second Young Master Lan. Tell me that I slipped too far to the side when I turned on the wet grass. Advise me how to keep my sword steadier when my hands are wet. Go on, lecture me.”

Lan Zhan clutched the wet towel over his chest, shifted his legs and pulled them up to hide himself, the soaked fabric stuck between them now. Too little cover. Too exposed. Those eyes pierced into his face, uninterested, unbothered, not caring. A blink, a quick glance, and narrowed again with sudden anger as if Lan Zhan had forcefully distracted him with his naked skin.

“I have no advice,” Lan Zhan said, ignored the tension in his voice, the beating pulse within his veins.

“Ah?” Jiang Cheng looked away, his eyes trailing over the wet towel again. Over Lan Zhan’s body barely covered below it. Lan Zhan pulled it up, one more look away from scolding, insulting, kicking Yunmeng-Jiang’s leader with all the force of embarrassing shyness, and Jiang Cheng ripped his eyes up again, unbothered. “What did you watch me for then? What a waste of time.”

“You trained to relieve anger,” Lan Zhan said. “There is nothing to improve if it helped you clear your mind. Please leave now.”

“Do you think you staring helped me clear my mind? Do you think if you were in my place, you could stay calm, hm? Should we try?” Jiang Cheng put his sword on the shelf nearby and sat down. On the edge of the bathtub. Right next to the last dry part of the towel still draped over it. “Second Young Master Lan, why don’t you try and clear your mind while I watch and learn.”

“Clan Leader Jiang,” Lan Zhan warned.

“Please, teach me how you’d accomplish this.” Jiang Cheng reached into the water, eyes piercing into Lan Zhan’s, and picked one of the red petals up with two fingers. “Does it require flowers, scented waters, and candlelight?”

Lan Zhan glared back at him, brows so tightly furrowed it narrowed his field of view. Jiang Cheng smirked down at him, rubbed the soft petal between his fingers and clutched it then, squeezed the water out of it. It ran over his wrist, followed the line of his vein down his tense arm. His breathing hitched, too obvious in his bare chest, exposed, wet, layered with goosebumps. From the cold. The steam of the still warm bath wrapped him into too warm air and forced him to breathe hard enough that Lan Zhan could hear it.

Lan Zhan noticed only now that he had pressed far back into the tub, as if he could hide, as if it mattered to hide. For someone with more important worries, the sight of naked skin would not leave a scar in the memories. Lan Zhan should watch and learn from Jiang Cheng instead. He blushed.

“I apologise.” His voice was quiet and soft, a whisper lost over the sound of Jiang Cheng reaching into the water again to pick another petal. He stopped, fingers rippling the water surface, and pulled away before touching the petal. There was a strange fresh redness on his cheeks.

“Whatever,” he said as if Lan Zhan had insulted him and jumped to his feet, reached for his sword – and slipped.

Water splashed all around them as Jiang Cheng crashed into the tub. On top of Lan Zhan. Heavy. Warmer than the water. Hand searching for balance, grabbing, reaching, touching Lan Zhan’s thigh, waist, then his shoulder – and slipping off again.

Jiang Cheng crashed with his face on Lan Zhan’s chest, right into the wet towel. Lan Zhan kicked instinctively, had tried too hard to stay still and let out a strange whine, pulled back, away, and ended with another person’s body between his legs. Too close. He whined again, pulled at the towel, and somehow pulled Jiang Cheng with it. Entangled in the towel, they pushed and pulled at each other, made it worse, warmer, splashed water everywhere, and the wood of the tub ached under their struggle.

“Stop, stop, fucking stop moving!” Jiang Cheng grabbed his wrist, ripped Lan Zhan’s hand away from the towel and slammed it against the tub’s edge. He was right above him, one breath away in the fog of steam, and breathed through it right in Lan Zhan’s burning face. Jiang Cheng’s face had been reddened by the heat of the water, his pulse raging from the struggle in his throat, in his chest pressing into Lan Zhan’s. His grip on Lan Zhan’s wrist was strong enough to break branches.

Lan Zhan breathed in shakily, swallowed protests, and stilled, forced his body to surrender under the weight of another’s.

Jiang Cheng breathed back. his eyes glanced down again, but never made it further than Lan Zhan’s mouth. For there was nothing to see anyway. Not for another man who was used to train half-naked in the rain. Whose muscles were hard, bones heavy, skin hot. Whose hips pressed into his.

His mind might never clear again from this sensation.

Legs trapped between Jiang Cheng’s, Lan Zhan feared nothing more than to move and find other sources of strange warmth. He felt his body refusing his command, demanding to move, lift, search one touch. He looked away. Waited. And Jiang Cheng breathed. Breathed. Breathed until every exhale of air tickled Lan Zhan’s skin, his lips.

If he wanted, he could have pushed Jiang Cheng out of this tub and thrown him out. And yet, he wasn’t moving. Lingering on warmth like he had never felt it before. Naked except for a towel that knotted them together, feeling too much of Jiang Cheng’s body even through the wet clothes separating them.

“Now you don’t want to watch?” A hoarse whisper, sparking shivers and goosebumps, enraging a stray heart.

Lan Zhan refused to follow that raging beat and looked up. He didn’t have far to go. Jiang Cheng was less than a breath away now. Water ran over his skin, flushed, and into his eyes even, darker than the night outside. A red petal was stuck in his dishevelled hair.

Lan Zhan reached up, slowly, hand trembling too hard to appear calm and collected. His uncle surely disappointed in him somewhere. He picked the petal from Jiang Cheng’s hair. Carefully. Until Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze, slowly pulled it from Lan Zhan’s face as if it gave him large trouble to look away, and watched the petal. Lan Zhan closed his fist around it, crushed the petal. Jiang Cheng swallowed so hard, the pulse beating in his throat appeared hard and fast.

“Go on…” Jiang Cheng looked at him again, differently, eyes too dark and open, inviting him to take a leap and fall. “I won’t judge you either… for sneaking a look.” He leant closer with every word. The steam between them was a useless shield, quite unnecessary, blurring the view of these eyes too forceful to sneak a look, drawing closer.

Lan Zhan closed his eyes. Punished himself for ever sneaking a look by refusing the warmth from these searching, questioning almond-eyes now that he craved them most. And when something warmer and fiercer than words pressed against his lips, it felt like a reward, not punishment. A kiss, too deep and desperate to waste time with judging.

[lurkingteapot]

Throwback Tuesday: Bad Buddy Live Blog

I recently realised that I live-blogged a lot of the episodes to myself back in the day, so I figured it'd be fun to have them up on tumblr now, like I added them the day they aired, for posterity.

Bad Buddy ep 2, Watched: 2021-11-05

Man I love that they add subs from the get-go

The rise-and-shine montage

Man I wish my dorm back when had looked like this

I'm afraid in this I'm the engineer

not a morning person at all

thank you, Chang

adfasfadsf wow you're whipped

adfasfasf

grosssssss

oh god, these children

adfasdfadsf Paa best girl

YAY FOR NON-HOMOPHOBIC FRIENDS

architecture studends >>>>> engineering students

Chang can stay though

ok I take it back, leave poor Wai alone gdi

yiiiikes Pat's dad …

oh no, they're hitting my EXACT otp buttons

they were ~friends

and now!!!

aaah

what is this Romeo and Juliet shit

oh kids

AFASDFADSFAS

Pran

I thought you were the mature one

the FUCK

ahahahahahahahaha

oh NO

adsfadsfadsfas poor kid

but hey these two

yes

this will work

[dangermousie]

would you happen to have thoughts about the acting/casting and/or depth of characterization in rise of ning? i'm watching it and wanna be more into it but fsr most of the cast (besides wanyi and the stepmom) are not very...charismatic? to me 😧 would love a convincing mousie blog on the topic if you have one up your sleeve!

I am a terrible person for this kind of question because (a) I tend to watch most shows for the mains and supportings are less important to me in general and (b) I am not really a person who wants to convince others to like what I like because all my liking means is I enjoy it; others may or may not - I am no arbiter.

This said, while the OTP are the shining stars of the show for me, I do find the rest of the characters interesting (even if a lot of them are not likable - I dare anyone to find Dad likable.) I think it's because they all feel like real people to me - in their good and their petty. Even minor characters like First Aunt - I knooow women like this. Or the Dad - too many men are like that. Or take oldest daughter of First Aunt - so many other narratives would make her evil or besotted stupidly to the end but she is not - she ends up doing the sane thing and moving on from her crush and repaying FL's favor; but they don't become BFFs, they basically a nicely tolerant, which is a realistic thing in families.

And it allows characters both greyness and consistency. Take Lady Qiao. Awful person but loving mother and you really understand how Dad and societal structures pushed her into what she is. Or, even better, grandma - she is very much a grande dame of society, I am sure she was a good wife, but it's clear she is part of all the generational trauma and dad got his tendency to favoritism from her. And I love that she's consistently so - no magic change of heart vis-a-vis ML. It's realistic.

As to non-Luos, the only ones we really see are Ci Sha's sinister sexy marquis and his nephew. I am interested in the former not just for the hotness (tho mmmm) but because I want to know what his deal is, and nephew is interesting enough for a minor character.

(I am leaving actors out of this write up because I think they all do fine jobs, but mainly because unless acting is truly bad, I care about the characters only.)

This said - this is (a) very much a costume take on slice of life or, perhaps better, a cdrama take on something like a Gaskell novel - I love that small but wonderful subgenre but depending on one's taste, it just might not be one's bag (no matter how well a proper harem drama is made, for example, I just don't like them) and (b) this is all my very subjective take - I am a big fan of "clicking." I believe things either click for us or don't, somewhere in the lizard brain; we can then write a long explanation as to why but it really is an attempt to explain after the fact. And this just might be a situation where those characters/narratives just don't click for you. I mean, plenty of people enjoyed Are You the One this year and I felt like it poisoned my puppy - not even 100 essays could ever make me like it because it's so subjective. I could very well go "I get why X likes it" but it would, alas, not make me like it any more than I do now. I am one of probably three people who dislike the main premise of Nirvana in Fire (could write essays on it!) and the fact that everyone else loves it has not changed my mind.

I can perhaps explain (badly) why I think the click happened for me here, but I have no eloquence to make that click happen for anyone else (if I did, mwhahahahahaha I would take over the world and adapt every good danmei out there :P)

[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 🤣🤣)

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(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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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. 

[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.

[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.

[mymaster1231]

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In the bustling realm of fantasy sports, cricket stands as a dominant force in India. Enthusiasts from all corners of the country engage in fantasy cricket, crafting their dream teams and competing in various leagues. Among the multitude of fantasy cricket apps available, MyMaster11 shines as the Real Money Fantasy App in IndiaThis article delves into the unique features and advantages that make MyMaster11 the top choice for cricket fans across the nation.

The Rise of Fantasy Cricket in India

Fantasy cricket has revolutionized the way fans interact with the sport. By allowing users to create virtual teams composed of real-life players, fantasy cricket adds a layer of strategy and excitement to the game. Participants earn points based on the actual performance of their chosen players in live matches, blending their knowledge of the sport with a bit of luck.

Why MyMaster11 is the Best Fantasy Cricket App in India

User-Friendly Interface

MyMaster11 boasts an intuitive and user-friendly interface that caters to both beginners and seasoned players. The app’s design ensures seamless navigation, allowing users to easily set up their teams, join contests, and track their progress. The straightforward layout makes it accessible to users of all ages and technical backgrounds.

Free Entry and Paid Contests

One of the standout features of MyMaster11 is its diverse range of contests. Users can participate in both free entry and paid contests, catering to different levels of risk appetite and experience. The free entry contests are particularly appealing to newcomers, providing an opportunity to learn and compete without any financial commitment. At the same time, the paid contests offer substantial prize pools for those looking to win big.

Comprehensive Player Insights

To make informed decisions, users need access to detailed player statistics and insights. MyMaster11 provides comprehensive data on player performance, recent form, and match conditions. This wealth of information empowers users to make strategic choices when building their teams, enhancing their chances of success.

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Security is a top priority for MyMaster11. The app employs advanced encryption and security measures to protect user data and financial transactions. This commitment to security ensures a safe and trustworthy environment for all users, making it the best fantasy cricket app in India.

Excellent Customer Support

MyMaster11 is dedicated to providing exceptional customer support. Users can reach out to the support team through various channels, including email and live chat, for prompt assistance with any issues or inquiries. This level of support enhances the overall user experience, building trust and loyalty among players.

Getting Started with MyMaster11

Downloading the App

To embark on your fantasy cricket journey with the best fantasy cricket app in India, download MyMaster11 from the official website or app store. The app is available for both Android and iOS devices, ensuring accessibility for a wide range of users.

Creating an Account

Registering on MyMaster11 is a straightforward process. Simply provide your basic information, such as your name, email address, and phone number. You may need to verify your account through an OTP (One-Time Password) sent to your phone, ensuring secure and authenticated access.

Exploring the Dashboard

Once registered, take some time to explore the dashboard. The dashboard provides access to upcoming matches, various contests, leaderboards, and account settings. Familiarizing yourself with the dashboard will help you navigate the app effortlessly and make the most of its features.

Building Your Team

To participate in a contest, choose an upcoming match and start building your team. Select players from both teams, ensuring a balanced composition of batsmen, bowlers, all-rounders, and a wicket-keeper. Pay special attention to your captain and vice-captain choices, as they earn double and 1.5 times the points, respectively.

Joining a Contest

After building your team, join a contest that suits your preference. MyMaster11 offers a plethora of options, from free entry contests to high-stakes paid contests. Confirm your participation by paying the entry fee if required, and get ready to compete against other cricket enthusiasts.

Strategies for Success on MyMaster11

Stay Updated with Cricket News

To excel in fantasy cricket, staying updated with the latest cricket news is crucial. Keep track of player injuries, team announcements, and match conditions. This information will help you make informed decisions and stay ahead of the competition.

Analyze Player Form and Performance

Player form and performance play a significant role in fantasy cricket. Analyze recent performances, consistency, and head-to-head records before selecting your team. Favoring in-form players can significantly boost your chances of scoring high points.

Consider Match Conditions

Match conditions, such as pitch behavior and weather, can impact player performance. For instance, a dry pitch might favor spinners, while overcast conditions could benefit seamers. Consider these factors when building your team to gain a strategic edge.

Balance Your Team

Ensure that your team is well-balanced, with a mix of top-order batsmen, middle-order batsmen, bowlers, and all-rounders. A balanced team increases your chances of scoring points across different aspects of the game.

Smart Captaincy Choices

Selecting the right captain and vice-captain is crucial. These players earn extra points, so choose individuals who are likely to have a significant impact on the match. Research their recent performances and potential to make informed captaincy choices.

Diversify Your Entries

Consider entering multiple teams in the same match, each with different player combinations. This strategy diversifies your risk and enhances your chances of winning. Experimenting with different combinations can lead to higher rewards.

MyMaster11 vs. Other Fantasy Apps

While several fantasy cricket apps are available, MyMaster11 stands out as the Real Money Fantasy App in India Here’s why:

Intuitive Interface: Easy navigation for all users.

Diverse Contests: Free and paid contests catering to different preferences.

Detailed Insights: Comprehensive player statistics and analysis.

Real-Time Updates: Live scores and updates keep users informed.

Security: Advanced encryption ensures user safety.

Support: Dedicated customer service for prompt assistance.

Conclusion

For cricket enthusiasts seeking the ultimate fantasy cricket experience, MyMaster11 is the definitive choice. Its user-friendly interface, diverse contest options, comprehensive player insights, and robust security make it the Real Money Fantasy App in IndiaWhether you’re a novice or a seasoned player, MyMaster11 provides an engaging and rewarding platform to showcase your cricket knowledge and skills. Download the app today, create your dream team, and embark on a thrilling fantasy cricket journey with MyMaster11 at the helm.

[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.

[silviakundera]

Ok HMMMMMM this is a true challenge.

Rising with the Wind is too business focused. Fireworks of my Heart has YY and firemen, so no. Cross-fire has a neat time travel twist, but the e-sports angle kills that for you.

Falling Into You might appeal. It's a sports drama, yet I enjoyed despite never playing sports nor normally watching sports dramas.

Why watch?

The acting - excellent performances from the cast and the main couple have great chemistry. You believe they're attracted to each other and drawn to each other. Wang An Yu, who was just in The Last Immortal, shines as a student athlete in (forbidden) love with his coach.

Lke L&P had a level of realism in how connections and class affect success in the business world and did enough research to make things have 'feel' of authenticity, Falling into You doesn't have rose colored glasses about the experience of being a college athlete. The athletic department has their own agenda. Staff have biases about the right way to win and the 'right' makeup of an athlete. Competitions are not always fair. The career & glory of a student athlete can be painfully short.

Reminiscent of the way that L&P's Zhu Yun both is in love with the ML but also truly believes in his talent & wants to support him -- in Falling into You the FL is that person who sincerely believes in the ML's ability to excel in his sport despite not fitting into the prototype. Her attraction to him is separate from this. She's his knight & advocate because she thinks he deserves it. It elevated the drama for me that I felt the narrative has some ambiguity about this. Is she biased? Is she giving him the best advice? Is this truly the best path for him? Is the athletic program the best thing for the students? Should she really be coaching him, when lines are crossed & she can't be objective?

University student ML feels age appropriate, in both his flaws and strengths. If you liked this actor playing young and earnest in the first half of The Last Immortal, this role might appeal.

When there's a romance with a younger man and older woman like this, I actually like it when the show leans into the age gap and you see him awkward, trying too hard, being cringe -- I want to see why it's forbidden. Like, ok, what's the point of giving me an age-gap romance if it's not more than a little wrong? We see why it's totally a terrible idea for a first time coach to date her student... but they are so into each other and he's so much, that she can't resist. She knows it's wrong, the narrative knows it's wrong... but he's such a golden retriever that you know she's gonna break and do it anyway. 😩

The downsides:

ML is realistically immature and does things that make you go, oh kid NO. 🙈

None of this is healthy; it's fiction - don't try this at home.

Ending isn't bad but it's rushed. Probably censors, because it felt edited to all hell.

I can't recall but I'm sure there is some nationalism sentiment at points about wanting to represent your country as an athlete - but it didn't stand out as anything you wouldn't see in an american sports movie. Or I suppose in real life, as many athletes truly do enjoy repping their county. It wasn't a big deal.

This vid by BBXD Edits captures the vibe of the couple pretty well.

Trailer:

Meet Yourself is an excellent modern cdrama with strong characters and a very mature otp. There's a "letting you go" confession scene from the ML that lives in my head rent-free. Worthy of Pacey Witter. But I think the rural village setting and the chill, low-key narrative simply won't work for you.

"Originally I just wanted to let these words rot in my heart forever. But I thought about this for a long time. At the very end, I want to gift you a memory. At the beach, a place where the wind blows, under the witness of the sunset and its clouds, there was a person who sincerely liked you."

Dating in the Kitchen is a different tone - most definitely a romantic comedy and the first few episodes lean hard on the comedy. It's a lot more tropey than realism. Evil supporting characters as foes to love. All that jazz.

Cold CEO who's a foody meets brilliant cook who aspires to be a chef. Meet ugly, meet uglier, finally blooming into love.

This one really depends on how much the viewer enjoys Zhao Lusi. She sparkles here because she's allowed to really go all in on wacky comedy. I feel like she's having a great time with the role. Watch it if you really love her.

My Lethal Man??? 🤔 I had a fantastic time during the first half. Ridiculous twin hijinks. Not realistic in any way. But trashy fun! The couple has chemistry. Look, some days you're just in the mood for a Wattpad fic come to life.

I have a guess that Fake It Til You Make It might be your type of modern but I haven't tried it yet so.

Ok, now that I am almost done with the amazing Lighter and Princess, between that and Derailment, I have realized that Go Ahead wasn’t a fluke and there can be more than one modern cdrama that appeals to me.

So I am looking for suggestions. If you ever want to see me word vomit about some modern cdrama, here is your chance.

A few no gos (once you see the list, you will probably realize why I find so few moderns I like; even if we extend to like versus love, there are barely any modern cdramas on the list.)

Anyway, no go:

1. Procedurals - dislike them from any country.

2. Any drama where ML or FL are a cop, a member of the military, national space industry, a prosecutor or any other kind of lawyer, or some other form of patriotic endeavor. The amount of jingoism and propaganda is going to be unbearable whatever the topic of the drama.

3. I hate e-sports, those are out.

4. Unless it’s really outside the mold, dramas set entirely in high school both will lack romance and are likely too young for me (there are exceptions such as Consummation, but that’s unusual.)

5. I hate fluff. Everyone for example loved Love Is Sweet and I felt like I was tied to a chair and someone was shoving cotton candy down my throat for a week straight no matter how I struggled. I didn’t even bother checking out that Yang Zi and Xu Kai drama or the YZ and XZ one.

6. I don’t think anyone will recommend me those anyway, but just in case - dramas about electrification of rural villages and similar stuff are no go. I got enough of that during my childhood.

So anyway, now that the long list of caveats is over, any recs?

Moderns I loved: Go Ahead, Derailment, Lighter and Princess

Moderns I liked: Consummation, Reset, New Face, Love Me If You Dare, Hidden Love (tho it got too plotless for me by the end), Silent Separation, Because of Love (mainly because of first half), Gold Panning (not sure if that counts as modern since it’s set in 1970s tho.)