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Sidekick!Adrien AU (3)

A compilation of all the things contributed by @mirthalia, Anons, myself, and a myriad of others yesterday. Also linking to posts one and two and the drabble I did. If y’all want to see the amazing fan art and fics people have done so far, check my sidekick!Adrien AU tag! (And if you contribute any yourself, please tag me so I can reblog it!)

  • In this AU, whenever Adrien isn’t modeling he tends to wear hoodies, beanies, and glasses. The baggy clothes help hide his AMAZING BODY later on.
  • Adrien originally starts hacking because he wants to get as many glimpses of Ladybug as possible.
  • He decides to toughen himself up after a mission where Ladybug almost gets seriously hurt and all he can do is pace and worry and pray that she’s all right. 
  • The first time he tries to fight someone, he gets his ass kicked. Obviously.
  • He’s fond of buying and trying out all sorts of things that don’t work, like smoke bombs. (Ladybug is exasperated by this, but grateful for the bulletproof jacket he invests in later.)
  • Adrien doesn’t actually know how to trick out his motorcycle, so he takes it to part-time DJ/mechanic Nino Lahiffe. Nino is #suspicious, but this dork is so pure that they become friends.
  • Adrien likes to gush about how awesome Ladybug is to his new best friend.
  • Ladybug is happy that Adrien is happier!
  • Eventually Adrien has to meet his bf’s gf, so Nino introduces him to Alya… and her best friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
  • Marinette: *SCREAMING INTERNALLY* (Which brings us to…)

The Adrinette Edition

  • Of course Marinette knows her partner when she sees him. She’s probably kissed every inch of that stupidly handsome face of his two or three times over.
  • Marinette: shitshitshitshitshit TIKKI THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN
  • Tikki: Well geez Marinette what did you think was going to happen lol *insert sagelike advice here*
  • To make matters worse, Alya is absolutely convinced Marinette fell in love with Adrien at first sight and that’s why she was being so shy around him
  • So Alya’s trying to play matchmaker
  • to get Marinette together with her own boyfriend
  • while Adrien thinks Marinette doesn’t like him for some reason
  • when in fact he has had his tongue in her mouth on more than one occasion.
  • On the one hand Marinette is glad Adrien is loyal to his Lady love, but would it kill him to have just a tiny crush on her civilian self??
  • Insert ridiculous amounts of dramatic irony and comedic tension.

But how will the reveal go down?

[The Foxes are standing in the foyer, staring at Kevin’s broken racquet]

Kevin: So. Who snapped my racquet? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Renee: I did. I broke it.

Kevin: No. No, you didn’t. Nicky?

Nicky: Don’t look at me, look at Dan!

Dan: What?! I didn’t break it.

Nicky: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Dan: Because it’s on the table in front of us and it’s broken!

Nicky: Suspicious.

Dan: No, it’s not!

Matt: If it matters, probably not… Andrew was the last one to leave the court yesterday.

Andrew: Liar! I didn’t even go on the court last night!

Matt: Oh really? Then what were you doing?

Andrew: I try and sleep while Kevin and Neil have extra practice. Everyone knows that, Matt!

Renee: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me fix it, Kevin.

Kevin: No. Who broke it?

Aaron: Kevin, Neil’s been awfully quiet…

Neil: Really?!

Aaron: Yeah, really!

[off to the side] Kevin: I broke it. Last night, I failed one of my drills so I snapped it in half. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Chocobros and their S/O reuniting after the final battle

I finished the game yesterday and god save me….

Because I’m a sucked for happy endings, this is very important to moi and I’m Determined to make it happy and long(ish).

As per usual, you (the reader) are part of the gang. BUT you were seperated from each other.

I want to say last time I didn’t capture the bros all that well. So I’m going to try something a little different.

Hope you guys enjoy!

PS. THERE WAS NO OLDER GLADIO GIF SO I HAD TO IMPROVISE! And Iggy’s one made me cry…. but I don’t know why.

But do enjoy… And don’t forget to send requests my way :)


It all happened so fast. One minute, you and the love off your life were fighting side by side. The next? No one was next to you. Just buildings and rubble. You were hurt. Not terribly so. But the velocity in which the rubble and came down had knocked you backwards, knocking you out cold. And when you awoke, your head pounded. You felt dizzy, nauseous. And then the grey wardens daemons came.


Gladio had managed to stand up relatively quickly. He coughed, dust from debris getting down his throat. He braced himself against the stone work, taking a few moments to regain himself.

Once he straightened himself up, he looked around. The others were okay but…where were you? Were you seperated from them?
He worried now.

“____?” He called your name. There was no reply. “___!?” He called it again, louder this time. “Answer me, ___!” His concern washed over him in a flit of anger.

“Gladio, we have no time to waste.” Ignis spoke calmly. And Noctis put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll look for her once this is sorted.”

Gladio could only sigh, defeated. “Right.”

~~~ 💕 ~~~

When the light from the crystal pushed back the darkness, Gladio could only smile, the deamons bursting into particles at the bright light. Ten years without light had made the day so much brighter. So blinding. But he couldn’t care less.

He had you to find. He wanted you to see it so badly. He let the others know where he was going and set out to find you.

When he did, you were staggering. He watched you for a few moments, amused that, despite your new injuries, you were still carrying a smile.

He shook his head and walked towards you, reaching you quickly. You were now showing at him. When you went to speak, however, he brought you into a warm embrace.

No words were needed. The warmth of his embrace was enough to assure you that everything was okay.

And it was even better when Gladio received a call. Noctis was alive. The king had called him personally. The King’s shield couldn’t help but laugh in joy. He put his phone in his pocket and lifted you by your hips, spinning you around for a few moments before lowering you to his chest.

“No more daemons every day. You okay with that?” He grinned as he held your wrists.

“I’ve have had enough of them to last a lifetime.” You leaned into him, smiling gently. “I love you, Gladdy.”

He laughed that dorky laugh you loved so much and kissed you gently. “I love you, too.”

Originally posted by lcebrand


Prompto was in hysterics. Even after ten years of fighting daemons, he still couldn’t bear to lose you all over again. He missed you terribly when he was captured. He almost lost you to multiple daemons. You had almost lost each other throughout the years. He ran to the rubble, calling out your name constantly. He fought back his emotions, the constant night having dwindled his optimistic self slightly, when you never replied.

But his heart became heavy, weighing down til it felt like it was in his stomach. Worry made him feel nauseous. But he knew that the King needed his throne. That the prophecy must be fulfilled. 

He took a deep breath. An placed his forehead against the rubble. “I’ll come back for you, Princess.”

~~~ 💕 ~~~

Prompto looked at himself, then at Gladio and Iggy. He tought he was dreaming. They were alive. They lived. He was sure they were going to die. Emotions took over him and he collapsed to his knees, hitting the floor as laughter of disbelief and tears of shock overwhelmed him. 

The sun as back. It was blinding. It was heavenly.It was beautiful. It was warm. It was summer. It was beautiful. 

“Prompto, the hell are you on the floor?”

He looked up from the floor, finding Noctis standing there with a bright smile on his face. Prompto only cried harder and hugged the King’s leg. “We must be heaven. You should… should’ve….”

Noctis’ laughter filled the air and he crouched down, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We’re very much alive. I’m as surprised as you are, to be honest.”

Prompto hugged Noctis properly now, causing the King to pat his head. “Really?”

“Hm-hm. Now you have the love of your life to find don’t you?”

Prompto’s eyes widened. How could he forget about his wife like that? “Yes! I do!” He released his hold on Noct and stood quickly, running as fast as he possibly could to where he last saw you. 

When he arrived, you were on the floor, bracing yourself against your weapon, breathing heavily. He gasped and rushed to your side, getting onto his knees in front of you.

“___. You’re hurt. You need to - “

“Where the heck did the daemons go?” Your question made him smile, the grin your wore obvious in your words. “Because thank gods their gone.”

Prompto hugged you tightly, careful not to hurt you. He littered light kisses over your face, neck, arms, wherever there was bareskin, as if to prove to himself that it was all real. Even more tears rolled down his cheeks as he laughed joyously, It was over now. No more crazy guy. Just you, him, the guys and a happy life.

There was a future now.

“____.”

“Yeah, Prompto?”

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his eyes, despite being full of tears, coated with a softness you had not been ble to fully see in ten years. “It may be a little too soon to discuss this but… how does children sound?”

You smiled and pecked his lips and cheeks. “Sounds great. Should we get to it?”

The embarrassment on Prompto’s face was a sight for sore eyes.

Originally posted by p1n3c0n3


Ignis, although blind, just knew that something was wrong. And he hated it. Hated was actually an understatement. Although he could no longer see what he never wanted to - the full blown destruction of Insomnia - he also could not see you. And that was the hardest thing.

Right now, all he wanted to do, was to see you. All I.. All I wanted…was to save you. That was all he needed right now. He needed to know if you were okay, if you were alive. 

Lingering was no option. They had to keep moving and never look back. That was the only way the world could be saved for once and for all.

~~~ 💕 ~~~

He could not see the sun. Could not see the day breaking through the night. As he walked, he could feel it’s warmth. He felt a great bitter-sweetness flow through his body.

It was comforting. And tears pricked at his clouded over eyes. He wanted to see it again. To see the sunrise, the sunset, the noon. To see the happiness of the people. He wanted to know it. But, instead, he was kept within the darkness. Even though it burdened him, he was taught to focus on sensations. And the warmth of the sun upon his skin was one of the best feelings he had ever experienced. The best? You.

He called your name out once, and heard your reply instantly. He began to hurry over, listening to your footsteps as he ran quicker and quicker. It was arguably dangerous for him to do so. But he no longer cared. He wanted your warmth. Your comfort. He wanted you. 

Ignis felt you wrap your arms around him, your lips upon the junction of his neck and shoulder. He reciprocated your gesture, burying his face into the crook of your neck, Your hair brushed over his face, soft against the harsh reality that he would not see what you do. Would not see the beauty of the day. Your scent was the same as it always had been, floral, sweet and distinctively you. It was a great comfort to him, and he released a breath he never knew he was holding, nuzzling his face into your warmth instinctively.

And that was when the first tear fell, staining your neck. You rubbed his back, stroked his hair. You knew his pain despite the happiness the world was to see right now. And he hated that.

He took your wrists and trailed his hands up your arms as he pulled his face away, eventually resting them on your cheeks. He smiled softly and he could only wish to see your own smile. 

No words were needed to be exchanged. The gestures were enough to portray the immeasurable happiness the both of you shared.

Originally posted by lunar-catt


Noctis knew he had no need to linger. But he had to. He couldn’t handle losing you after getting you back. But he was forcibly pulled away from the scene by Gladio.

And Ardyn’s words against you, trying to make him vulnerable, only made him angrier than, perhaps, it should have done. No one had any right to speak against you. Especially if they were greedy assholes who couldn’t come to terms with the blatant truth. And who the hell drives a pink automobile? And who wears such a stupid robe and hat? And the heck hangs dead people in the throne room? 

That’s gross and…highly disturbing. Then again, Ardyn is also disturbing. Guess it suits him.

Regardless, Noctis was pretty miffed at the illspoken words that poured from the horror’s mouth an he had to get it over and done with.
Of course he had let the man rest in peace after the bout and took his final stand, finally able to seat on the throne meant for him.

~~~ 💕 ~~~

When he came round, he was confused. Initially he thought he was in heaven, seeing the spirit of his father in front of him. But, looking around, there was disphoria and rubble. Clearly not anything heavenly.

At his father’s beckoning he stood and followed in his father’s footsteps, leaving the citadel and seeing the courtyard. The rest of the guys were together, bowing to him, waving at him. He smiled gently and began his descent down the stairs. The same as he did all those years ago… 

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, exhaling slowly before opening his eyes. He bowed at his friends and stood straight again. He had to fin you.

He didn’t have to look very far, for you were just entering the courtyard. He raced towards you and you to him, only stopping when you were a few centimetres apart. He stared into your eyes as he breathed heavily, cupping your cheeks.

Screw it. He kissed you deeply right then and there, not caring about the others being able to see. Ten years felt like a goddman century. Hell, it was difficult for him to even control himself.

When he parted the kiss, he was amused, and somewhat embarrassed, from the surprise edged onto your face.He furrowed his brows and then swallowed deeply.

“A king needs a queen.” He spoke earnestly and got down onto one knee, a blush decorating his very kingly cheeks. He took your hands and looked into your eyes once again. “So…be my queen.”

You nodded but didn’t verbally (or physically) agree until that night. Where you answered in…more ways than one. All. Night. Long.

So royal duties were thoroughly put on hold (because even ten years sleep wasn’t enough for the now thirty year old man.

Originally posted by ethernalium

I can’t believe you didn’t try and talk to me after yesterday’s fight. You didn’t even left a message.
(I miss you so much I can’t breathe)

I miss waking up next to you when you stay over. I miss the way you smell and drench my sheets. I miss your hands curling around my hair, my face, my skin. The way you grumble at me for leaving half-empty mugs everywhere or stealing your book so you can’t find where you stopped hours ago. The way your eyes move when reading, following the sentences and words.
(the way you smile even if it’s a cruel one)

It has been days. You weren’t supposed to go.
(will you come back?)

Do you still love me?
(I don’t want you to)

—  r.m | Excerpts #19
Update + Important Stuff

So I thank you all for your supportive messages and such, and I am sorry for blowing off a few people in private chat yesterday.

I just wasn’t in a good mood, and I don’t want my awful mood to cause me to say or do something I’ll regret in terms of people I care for, or people I see as my mutuals.

The week has just been rough: people hurting themselves, people threatening to kill themselves, fights disrupting things, my sister’s dog has cancer and only has a few months to live, and insecurities are running high when it comes to my actions lately—whether on my blog or in private to people.

I think the insecurity thing hits the worst, though next to the dog having cancer, as losing a pet is never easy..

Guys: I love and care for each and every one of you, but it is just hard to cycle through all my private messages and RPs and try to put time aside for me as well. When it comes to some people, I am going to know them more and trust and love them more because they treat me like a friend (or person) and that I have importance. They don’t force me to talk to them or make me feel awful for not getting to them in awhile. They understand how I am (desiring more alone time than any other) and they respect that. There is one lovely lady that I’ve not spoken to in probably three weeks now, and I hate that—it’s SO embarrassing—but stuff just swamps me to the point it becomes hard to get to some folks.

One of my friends on DeviantArt, who I’ve known and been close to for years now and has sacrificed her own money to let me have food to eat and a roof over my head at times, I’ve had a rough time in a month trying to get a chance to spend with her. That hurts the God damn worse, because she’s sacrificed a lot to keep me going and keep me alive, really—and she lives all the way in the Czech Republic. I have another friend in Europe as well who has horrible insecurities about herself and love life after having been cheated on for 11 years by the same guy she swore to never give up on (seriously, like another friend said, that fucks up a person), so I have to take time to note her every now and again, and sometimes that single message takes up 3 pages and an hour or two to write, because I have so much to cover and talk about in hopes of distracting her mind and letting her know I’ve not given up on her.

So as I am trying to make sure everyone is okay, everyone has their RP as well, and everyone’s messages are caught up on, some people are going to be accidentally ignored for a day or two (and some requests deleted) depending on what’s going on.

It doesn’t mean I think less of you, or I hate you, or I don’t want to get to know you. I am just really busy, running all over the place to try and make sure everyone is okay. Like I’ve said before: I don’t watch a lot of people’s blogs (even people I super love and adore), because I am avoiding some folks in the fandom I do not care for. Because of this, I am rarely in the loop when it comes to how someone’s feeling. I have to find out through them, most likely, and that always makes me worried and put aside time for them.

Emotions don’t take a holiday—and I certainly am not going to ignore somebody because I promised somebody else something that day.

But…keep that in mind as well as the fact I need time to do my own thing too. ♥ It is SO nice to play my Zelda game lately, and I love just not focusing on deadlines or having to get something done for the blog lately. But it is hard to enjoy when people think I must be going out of my way to ignore them all because of me playing it. @_@;

You’re all awesome, and I love you all to pieces—some I wish I knew more and others I wish I knew a better side than what I’ve seen on the sidelines.

So please…just be patient with me… it’s been hard lately.

~Oreana Galena

I spent over two months
TWO MONTHS
Fighting with the healthcare.gov website, phone line, Kaiser’s local office and regional branch, being on hold for over an hour multiple times, at least three 3-way calls
Yesterday I discover the Oregon health care website, on accident, after an article my dad linked me to talked about free dental projects and I went to Google for one and the community outreach project from the Oregon Association of dentists or whatever it’s called suggested trying to get on ONE
And I go oh cool, lemme just check eligibility
And I make under the line for Oregon, even though I make over the national line
So I apply
And the only reason that takes me over ten minutes is the site isn’t very mobile friendly so I have to go do it on the computer
Boom, instant verification, I have coverage starting the first Monday in April.
Months of grief, instantly fixed, oh hey I have free health care again, boom.
So I get an email from them today saying there should be a message in my online message center and I’m just like oh shit now what
Made worse when there’s not actually any message there
So I call them
“Higher than normal call volume” message plays
I brace myself and turn my phone on speaker cuz well I guess I’m gonna be here a while
Literally under 90 seconds from dialing to talking to someone
She was like oh yeah sorry if that worried you, sometimes the site is a little weird, looks like the message was that your coverage got back dated to the first of March so if you have anything from this month you can send in the bills
So yeah
Wow
I mean like my only expense from this month was like $18 for one of my meds and I feel like that’s not quite worth sending in but
POINT IS
TRY YOUR STATE LEVEL COVERAGE PLAN IF NATIONAL HAS BEEN GIVING YOU ISSUES
Like not everywhere has them but wow I wish I’d known sooner bc so much fucking grief could have been avoided AND THEY DO DENTAL

I played a bit more Fallout 4 yesterday, trying to force myself to get to the end, and I reached level 63 and had to pick a perk. It’s the first time I’ve played in a few weeks now, so being level 63 has no context for me really. It’s just the level I am. I’ve forgotten the journey I took to get the other perks.

So, looking at the perk chart, I decided the next most useful thing down the list might as well be immunity to chem addiction.

After taking this, I just felt kind of unsatisfied with it. I know this is how Fallout’s always worked, but still. I was one second away from fighting Kellogg. I’ve been scavenging the fort he’s hiding in, and now suddenly, I have no downside to taking chems. It just struck me how much of a non-sequitur that was, y’know? I didn’t DO anything drug-related to result in this. I could have obtained this perk at ANY point and just happened to take it now. It’s just a thing now, out of thin air.

The second thing I realised was, as I initiated combat with Kellogg, that I could use as many fuckin chems as I wanted and promptly took jet, buffout, psycho, med-x, and drank 12 waters, turning Kellogg into a cloud of vaguely mechanical mist. This is on hardcore mode and in a situation like that where combat begins after a conversation while I am standing in the open, surrounded, like an idiot, I could very easily have been a fine paste myself.

If I were taking hardcore more seriously, it now occurs to me, I would have taken this perk long ago, because all I ever do is scavenge drugs and then NEVER use them. I keep them in chem coolers in my steelements and NEVER use them. The mere possibility of some vague downside hitting me has just convinced me to ignore the existence of drugs, which are essentially a collectable combat boost you’re supposed to utilise… and I never do it.

I mean, NOW I will. Jet is really fun. It’s just so strange the way I immediately became interested in amassing chems in a way I literally never have before, so that they can be used at my discretion for caveat-free combat boosts.

So, whatever, Chem Resistant is a good perk

You guys I was dying this weekend so Lena came over to take care of me and like my parents noticed that. I was fighting a fever like all of yesterday and my dad actually came in the room and asked Lena how I was doing which is kind of a big deal lmao cause it was him acknowledging that she was the one watching over me. Then today he kept trying to get me to let her try some “Asian chicken” and when she went out to put some dishes up he stopped her to show her something and talk about some more food and like that’s a big deal y'all lol.
She’s been over several times but we mostly stay in the room and I can’t begin to describe how great it is that she wasn’t afraid to leave the room and wander the house if I needed something even with the risk of running into my parents like ugh. This girl is great.

please visit my redbubble shop!

hi pals!! i’ve been struggling pretty hard w/ money lately so i’ve decided to open a redbubble shop! been posting graphics on tumblr for a long time now (on my other blog​), and people seem to like them a lot so i thought i could try selling them.

i’m slowly uploading some of my best/most popular ones right now… and i’m willing to take requests for new designs! also feel free to request for changes in colours, sizing etc for any existing design. most things are available as phone cases, mugs, bags etc

kindly take a look, reblog this, tell your friends etc. every little bit helps! thank you so much, love you guys loads. xx

12:34 AM in Houston.

Im not sure where I’m going with this but I’m going to put everything on paper. Random thoughts or questions that may not have anything to do with the next.

I’m usually really good with my words, but not lately. So many thoughts run through my head every day. Shit. Every second of the day really. I think, I think too much.
Today (technically yesterday) was a rough one for me.
I’m not sure how other celebrities deal with crazy fans, negative comments & the constant bashing. It’s like an overwhelming OVERLOAD.
I can see myself changing & idk how I feel about it. Idk if this is a good change or a bad one. The world is changing & so are the people around me. My life and my purpose in this earth have changed as well. I sit back and try to fight with myself about constantly wanting to change & grow but remaining the same. Is that even possible?
What about support systems? Or forgiveness?!
The first thing that comes to mind is “I’m so mad, angry & frustrated”. Why is that? Why do I feel this way?
I feel like it’s tough. One day you go from living one type of way or lifestyle and then the next thing you know, everyone is watching & the world is your stage. That’s A LOT of pressure. I feel like I have a great support system, but I also feel like I don’t have anyone && alone. I don’t know too many people that are going through or have gone through what I’m experiencing at this point in my life! How do I know who and what’s real?

My weird dream - Smol Kitten Furuta

In my dream last night Furuta was trapped inside the body of a cute little black Kitten.
He could still talk and smol kitten Furuta was ready to fight everything - he was very salty about being a Cat
Me, @frannyposts, @tokyoghoul96 and @ishida-why sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee (but as my brain doesn’t know what they looked like it was weird humanoid versions of their icons) and trying to figure out what to do with Smol Kitten Furuta. We had him in a little cat carrier but we knew it wasn’t sustainble. We were all certain this smol kitten Furuta still had the power to kill us.
Short haired Eto showed up
She told us we should take smol kitten Furuta on a walk.
We were all like is that a good idea?
Why a walk?
People don’t walk cats?
Cats don’t go on walks?
And Eto was like “trust me I’m an expert”
And so somehow I ended up being the one to take him on a walk.
Furuta told me I was doing everything wrong and escaped.
And then I woke up.

I think this like the definition of a shitpost dream.
So I thought I’d share with everyone.