#[ omg I'm sorry this took so long! ]

[myreia]

✦ D A R K K N I G H T

Abyssal magic comes effortlessly to her, and therein lies in the danger. Too much grief, too much rage, too much love. Forces bent on tearing her apart from the inside out. Her aether twists around her blade, setting the runes alight, unrefined magic pulsating in the palm of her hand. When she reaches into the abyss, she feels a strange serenity, content with the knowledge her enemies will certainly fall. The question remains as to whether she herself will be left standing at the end. —level 90 compendium

[lynzishell]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! If you want to play and/or haven't done so recently, of course! :)

Okay look... #1 Goal of 2025... Don't take 3 months to answer Asks! 🫣😂 That's your bonus fact.. now let's get on with the rest:

I am very sensitive when it comes to sound. I love silence and white noise, and I love loud music blasting in my earbuds. Anything in between runs the risk of making me incredibly agitated, so I wear earbuds any time I leave my home, regardless if they're on or not.

I am a morning person. Didn't used to be. During the pandemic, the mornings were the only time I could be alone, and the only time the house was quiet. So, I'd get up 2 hours before everyone else, and it just stuck. Most days I'm up at 4am, but Dec-Feb it's more like 5-6am because the short, gloomy days of the PNW weigh on me after a while.

I am currently learning Danish. I had signed up for duo lingo a while ago with the intent of brushing up on my French because I have characters in my story who speak French... but after that awful November day, I started dreaming of moving to Denmark and switched to learning Danish instead. It's honestly the most fun I've ever had learning a language!

[muzzlemouths]

/slides into inbox and strikes a pose/

looking at u with big eyes

Okay <3

[shy-nightmare]

How Shiny and Twyla Met

YAAAAAAASSSSSS, I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT!

@marinerainbow, thank you so, so much for letting me draw your OC Shiny! I’m so sorry this took forever; outlining can be so hard 😭😭😭 But it’s worth it! And I had so much fun drawing Shiny! Because she’s a hybrid Toon like the twins, I wanted to give her a blend of weasel and honey badger features. And she’s fun to color! For real, I tested out various shades of copper for her hair, fur, and underbelly. Speaking of which, @lastofautumn, I’m tagging you because I saw your reference and it gave me so much inspiration. In other words, I’m tagging you so you can receive credit! 😁 Fun fact about me, I’m a visual learner 🤣

I also saw in Rainbows��� other posts that she has freckles, so I thought why not? I haven’t drawn freckles before, so I hope they look natural enough 😅

@just-kit-ink, @weaselnerd and @slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles I’m tagging you too because I know you guys love Shiny! 💜💜💜

Twisted Twyla Toonz belongs to me

Shiny Weasel belongs to @marinerainbow

Hope you guys don’t mind, I’m writing a short little fic of how these two halfies met 😊

~

It was just about sundown when the two horror Toons left the museum. Twyla’s somber mood had vanished in the last few hours she shared with Poppy, and not a single memory returned to sour the fun day she had. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt truly relaxed while out in public, if she ever felt comfortable at all.

After they left the main entrance doors, Poppy jumped up to give the taller ravenette a big, heartwarming hug. “Thank you so much for spending the day with me! This was so much fun!” she smiled wide, bunny teeth sparkling.

Twyla chuckled, returning the hug. “Yeah, it was.”

The rabbit hopped off and waved. “Anyway, I’m off for a date! I’ll see you later.” She turned on her heel, about to walk across the road.

Twyla rose a brow, calling out, “Wait, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?”

Poppy looked over her shoulder, her face painted with confusion. “I’m…walking home?”

Walking home? The vigilante raised both brows, glancing at the other side of the street. It was a vast, idiosyncratic section located in Uptown Toontown, home to many buildings and businesses alike. Hotels, grocery stores, and bakeries made the upper side look decent, classy and even friendly, but Twyla learned long ago to never judge the streets when the sun sets. And to never walk home alone at night.

She couldn’t shake off the uneasiness and met the lady’s gaze. “You wouldn’t have by any chance walked here to meet me, have you?”

Poppy hesitated for a moment, then answered. “Yes.”

“Absolutely not,” Twyla shook her head firmly and dug into her pocket. “Where’s your crib? I’m driving you home.”

“Huh?” Poppy’s ears perked up, blushing while shaking her head. “Aw, Twyla, that’s very kind of you, but you really don’t have to do that! I can handle walking on my own.”

“I know you can,” the gentle-hearted doe’s smile faltered. Twyla’s smile was sincere, but there was no doubting the concerned worry in the young halfie's eyes. She knelt to the rabbit’s level and gently touched her shoulder, “You’re far more capable than people think, but I haven’t been in Toontown long enough to know the ropes. Plus, you’ve done so much for me today and I want to repay you in any way I can.”

She added, “Besides, I still have time to kill, and I feel like exploring a little longer.”

Poppy knew there was no trace of condescending and Twyla’s response was genuine, but something in her gut told her Twyla was just going to follow her home if she refused. Moony was already a formidable opponent, and she can only imagine what this younger, more agile wolf was capable of. Why did that send a shiver down her spine?

But then, a lightbulb shone above her head. She hid her excitement with a sigh, “OK, you can escort me home.”

Twyla internally sighed in relief. Thank God. She reached behind her and pulled out…a motorcycle helmet? “Good thing I bring helmets just in case. It’s a little small, and Echo needs a new one, but it’ll do.”

She jerked her head, “Let’s go.”

Poppy accepted the helmet offered, even more confused as she followed her companion down the sidewalk. “Thank you, but why do I need a hel…” she trailed off, transfixed. “met?”

What she saw before her was a death machine beyond descriptive power and beauty. Twyla was leaning against a massive motorcycle, specifically accustomed to fit her size and body length. A hybrid bred by some of Harley Davidson’s finest of the 80’s, FLH Electra-Glide Shovelhead and Goth Girl Sportster. Its armor was painted glossy onyx, the gas tank designed with the skull of a ghostly wolf surrounded by beautiful purple roses and leaving the fenders pure jet black. Silver components sparkled like crystals, glimmering brightly against the harsh remnants of the fiery sun and as Poppy continued to observe the vehicle, she noticed something that left her even more awestruck. The brakes were welded with metallic, silvery wolf skulls and eyes of pure, crystalline amethyst.

“Sacré bleu,” Poppy whispered, speechless. “Twyla, it’s so beautiful.”

“Merci,” Twyla smiled and hoisted her leg over the seat with her hands firmly clutched on the handlebars. “Hop in.”

The doe quickly fastened her helmet and sat behind Twyla, clutching her forearms around the taller Toon’s waist. Within a burst of energy, the engine roared and the two horror Toons drove off into the streets of Uptown Toontown.

It was no trouble locating Poppy’s humble abode, to be honest. The address was already memorized, and Twyla was able to identify different addresses thanks to her enhanced vision, but it was really the scent that gave her the most assistance. From within a few miles, she detected the lovely aroma of poppy flowers and couldn’t help but chuckle. Cute.

After an easy ride with no traffic, Twyla parked her bike at the driveway leading to a large, luxurious estate shielded by olive trees and decorated with a canvas of poppy flowers. The house was big enough to fit more than one resident, and the lights were on. Does Poppy have a roommate?

The French doe in question removed the borrowed helmet and hopped off, circling the frontier and gently taking Twyla by the hand. “Thank you for the ride, but I must ask you to stay for a little longer. There’s someone I want you to meet!”

Yep, she’s living with someone, the halfie confirmed and allowed herself to be escorted to the pathway towards the front door. Originally, she would’ve been hesitant to meet new strangers given the many unfortunate encounters she’s experienced. But for some reason, she felt safe and relaxed. Plus, Poppy seemed eager to introduce her, so it couldn’t be bad, right?

Right?

The duo walked even further when Poppy sensed her apprehension and gave her a reassuring pat on the hand, “It’s all right, sweetie. You’ll see! You and my wife have so much in common!”

Twyla’s ears perked, curious. “Wife?”

Just then, the front door opened. Another lady made her presence known.

It was a jill, a female Toon weasel. She stood only a few inches taller than Poppy but carried herself in such grace that models would kill for. Her body was lithe, blessed with womanly curves tracing her physique in flawless ink. The woman’s fur and hair were different shades of copper, but saturating her underbelly and throat was a soft lighter hue. Her dark copper hair was styled into perfection, voluminous curls poised above her shoulders which showed Twyla she took her time working on her good looks.

She was quite a beauty, and her glamour seemed to shine. A myriad of freckles kissed her cheeks and shoulders, scattered like constellations in the night sky and her full lips were painted with ruby red lipstick. And her eyes…were absolutely radiant. Her eyes were two glimmering green garnets, accented with lilac eyeshadow and full lashes that made her eyes shine so brightly it was striking. The outfit she wore spoke volumes; she wore a form-fitting purple high-neck halter dress accentuating her curves perfectly decorated with a beaded rhinestone collar embellished with purple sapphires. Shining pearls pierced her ears, a matching double pearl necklace hung comfortably around her neck, and the purple heels she wore gave her an extra boost in height.

The jill’s eyes met Poppy’s and a warm, wide smile painted her face. “Poppy!” she greeted her wife. Her voice was a soft, breathy cloud laced with raspy, seductive charm that made her sound almost innocent if not for the dangerous lavender-painted claws. She spread her arms wide, and the doe was engulfed in a loving embrace before the two shared a deep, longing kiss.

It was only then did Twyla notice something. First, it was the fragrance. Something sweet surrounded the woman, a lovely floral aroma. The scent lingered on the brunette’s lips where Twyla was focused on. It was earthy and natural, and sweet like honey.

Honey? The younger Toon cocked her head, curious. Weasels don’t particularly like honey, as far as she was concerned. She hasn’t met a lot of weasels, but none of them struck her as the type to prefer nectary culinary delights over rabbit stew. The jill definitely wasn’t wearing any perfume, so why did she smell like honey—Wait.

Her teeth, Twyla remembered. Poppy’s wife had a peculiar set of teeth when she smiled. They weren’t razor-sharp like a weasel’s, and they weren’t yellow. She had small white, pearly fangs. And her ears were small, coated with light copper innards. Toon weasels don’t have those kind of ears. Twyla’s eyes moved forward and stopped at the sight of the lady’s tail. Besides the color and shape of their fangs, there is only one other physical aspect weasels have in common: they have streaks on their tails. She did not.

She had honey, there’s no streak on her tail, and her teeth were too small for a weasel’s. As she analyzed the woman’s appearance, realization dawned upon Twyla. It was as clear as crystal. She is a hybrid Toon. Half-weasel, half-honey badger.

Another halfie, Twyla’s eyes widened, amazed. Just like me.  

The two pulled away from their kiss, their arms still entangled. Poppy’s wife looked over her shoulder and finally noticed there was a guest. Her eyes meet hers…

…and her smile drops.

“Who’s this?” she asked, lazily pointing to her with her slender, pointed nose.

Poppy turned to her wife’s direction and beamed. “Oh! Right, how silly of me.” The doe touched the brunette’s shoulder before she introduced, “Twyla, this is my wife, Shiny. Shiny, this is Twyla Toonz. She’s new here in Toontown!”

The older halfie, Shiny, raised a brow. “A newbie, huh?”

“Yes!” Poppy nodded, standing between the two hybrids while still smiling. “I told her that you both have so much in common, and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you two to meet!”

Twyla gulped and waved, “Um, hi?”            

Shiny slowly crossed her arms, never taking her eyes off her. A tense, awkward silence permeated the atmosphere as the smaller hybrid studied her. Her gaze was unwavering, stoic. She’s analyzing me, Twyla realized. It was very rare to come across a fellow Toon hybrid, no matter what generation or class they’re from. It was so rare, it’s almost too good to be true for some halfies.

Which is probably why she doesn’t trust me right now, the horror Toon internally sighed. If that’s the case, I don’t blame her.

Shiny continued to study her with that look on her face. It was starting to make Twyla feel uncomfortable after a few minutes. I should probably apologize and leave now.

She opened her mouth to speak—

And felt Shiny’s delicate, manicured hands gently squishing her face.

“Why are you so cute?”

“Ma’am, please stop.”

~

No one, not even Shiny, is immune to Twyla’s overwhelming cuteness 😂        

[theroyalsavage]

i know i already came into ur askbox gushing abt how ur into one piece AND aftg but like i just saw a tsc post of urs from like 10 days ago and NDFCJDKSMDNFEJWK ITS STILL INSANE TO ME!!!!!!!!

did tsc kill u (bc it killed me.)

needless to say tsc ate my brain like a very efficient woodlouse. alas i read it in a single feverish sitting and now over a week and a half later i keep thinking of random things i want to say about it and cold texting them to my loved ones who a) don't know what the hell i'm talking about and b) at this point are too scared to ask. like sorry you guys just aren't thinking about the Themes Motifs and Parallels in a book series about mafia lacrosse. maybe you need to reassess your priorities and get on my page

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Okay so if the whole wedding debacle hadn’t happened (which I’m still mad at Bonnie for because we deserved a Kai redemption arc and to see him finally have a chance to see what family could really be like and we could’ve had it if she hadn’t sent Kai back to a prison world) this is what I’d like to imagine uncle Kai would be like with baby Lizzie and Josie

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTUwT1C/

HOW did this ask escape for so long?? I'm so stale.

BUT YES, that is so much the relationship they'd have, I'm giggling!!

And same, I'm so bitter that we couldn't have a redemption arc. I feel like Kai wouldn't be bad with kids as long as he isn't competing against them for 1.) having importance to the family / coven, and 2.) literal survival. Someone who's the eldest of six other kids, I actually think would be quite good with them, given the chance. Ugh, I so wish they kept him around and we could have scenes like that. And Jo / Liv / Bonnie, etc. all terrified and waiting for him to lose patience / mess up, but every time, he proves them wrong. 😭

[ketsumyo]

continued // @aftapati

血妙 | OH, TO BE SO FREE OF PURGATORY—TO TRANSCEND THE LIMITATIONS OF CONSCIENCE. — she imagined the liberation of such a path, unshackled by the weight of concern, wielding power untempered by hesitation. his reasoning was exact, almost beautiful in its ruthless clarity, carving through the comforts of morality to reveal the cold, brutal efficiency of his vision. aizen moved as something beyond human: unanchored by guilt, unbound by trust, a force unto himself.

and what could a mind achieve, freed from such burdens? extraordinary things—extraordinary, terrible things. she felt it within herself—the chaos beneath the surface. it was no mere force of whim but a tempest vast, beautiful, and primal, restrained by ironclad will. unlike He, she was anchored by sentiment, by connection, by the very obstacles he had spoken of so loathsomely—tethers he had long since severed.

envy stirred in her chest, sharp and fleeting. once, centuries ago, she might have quailed under the shame of such a feeling, but she no longer feared her vulnerabilities. they were no aberration—they were the essence of humanity, of herself. and so, even as envy faded into pity, she allowed it to linger long enough to understand it.

“ I find myself inclined to agree with you, aizen-san, ” she said at last, her voice steady, her words chosen with care. however abhorrent his conclusions, she could not deny the brilliance of his logic. “ to reject sentiment, to sever the ties of dependence—it’s a clarity few can imagine. ”

her lips curved faintly, an echo of a smile—cold, deliberate, untouched by warmth. “ but what if one’s ambitions are not so lofty? what if they strive for joy, and find it in silly little sentiments? ”

she hesitated, allowing a faint, embarrassed chuckle to escape her lips—a sound so brief it might have been mistaken for a sigh. aizen was a figure of such profound complexity, so far removed from her comprehension that she could scarcely imagine the breadth of his thoughts. but the retort, so glaringly self-evident, could not go unspoken lest she lose her credibility entirely.

“ I suppose they simply wouldn’t be aiming high enough, would they? ”

[desi-yearning]

My friend is leaving for a different state and I don't know what to feel

[mik3stuff]

Trick or treat!

Treat!

[kingdom-of-mxginica]

[terroreigns] did someone say crack The Third

“Why are you trying to sell my trash back to me?"

Out of Context Skyrim | @terroreigns

"Because you ultimately want your trash back. You have something called thrower's remorse, and I'm helping by alleviating that guilt." Malik says throwing a used jack in the box bomb back at the embodiment of chaos.

Plus, he isn't a garbage dumpster. Though the other may think differently.

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → DR. DIANA WESKER

"This is how a girl becomes holy: first she becomes empty." — Brynne Rebele-Henry, Prelude

[templates × & × — insp — playlist]

[aintashes]

@lovingpromise's lee said: ‘ i'll vouch for you, it's fine. ’

     this feels like a recipe for disaster. to be fair to lee, though, being brought to new places and having to meet and scrutinize new people always feels that way to daryl. nowadays things can go wrong with people at the drop of a dime; they're more dangerous than the dead most of the time, emotional and unpredictable in a way that walkers never are.

     it's why he was so hesitant when lee suggested that daryl come along. this isn't his thing— joining in somewhere and feeling like he has to prove himself. like he has to be vouched for the be let in. but he'd followed lee here despite his feelings because he seems like a good man; someone he could maybe even learn to trust in the long run.

     what does daryl have to lose anymore, anyway?

     ‘ you got that kinda pull here? ’     he asks, eyeing lee from his position at his side. daryl studies his expression, looking for signs of doubt or any reason that he should turn around and high-tail it before he becomes trapped in a situation he doesn't want to be in.

     ‘ — you sure about this, man? ’

[lightsiided]

Leaves a box of freshly baked muffins in the kitchen, smelling deliciously of lemon, chocolate, blueberry. In actuality, they are all ghost pepper flavour. (They're intended for Thor, sorry you've found them first Rey.)

     her husband is so DARLING. he is constantly leaving delicious food out for her when one of them is too busy to be with the other. between the baby and the school and so much excitement, lately, those moments are more frequent... but rey relishes the treats all the same.

eyes light up when she sees the muffins -- so artfully prepared, so wonderfully inviting. they smell excellent and look even better. she doesn't hesitate before reaching for the chocolate one and taking a large BITE.

immediately, she knows something is wrong. the bite is spit ungracefully out onto the tabletop. her nose scrunches as her eyes water. it is extremely unpleasant, wholly unenjoyable. her darling husband surely wouldn't BETRAY her this way -- this has to be someone else's doing.

but there's no one else in the house -- or at least, there isn't now. more importantly: she needs some water, as quickly as possible. her face feels as if it's on fire, flushed and stinging. who would do something so terrible to such a beautiful dessert?

@emeraldxphoenix

[cruelprincae]

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜ from locke!

Reclined with both legs draped over the armchair's arms, Cardan's mouth opens into a dramatically exaggerated yawn, one that reveals gold-tainted lips and a sharp set of fangs, ever so slightly more elongated than the remainder of the Gentry. The drowsy inhale is met with a sharp exhale before his mouth purses and he hums a thoughtful murmur, all the while making it a point for his black eyes rimmed in a halo of gold to not meet the redhead's fox-like amber hues; partially due to meaning to further unnerve the other, by making him believe his fate rested on little more than one of the Prince's capricious, wild and temperamental decisions ― for which he is particularly known for amongst the Folk ― yet mainly because he still does not trust himself to be able to look Locke in the eye without bursting into yet another fit of violence ― one that Nicasia would be unable to stop, given her intended absence the last handful of weeks after the incident herself and Locke the two took place.

Even so, the mere sound of his voice ― melodic, song-like and weaving, ever so always weaving ― bothers him, and it requires a great amount of effort on his behalf to keep his own sharp features nonchalant and void, as though he is drunk on Faerie wine and any semblance of thought currently eludes him. Alas, he does not miss the wavering speech ― near identical to how his voice had faltered when he caught him and Nicasia, nude in his chambers ―, that minute pitch of fear in the other's voice and he pretends not to hide the slight curl of his lips in the prospect of the thought that Locke fears him.

Good, he decides with evident satisfaction. He has proclaimed himself to villainy, after all; he is worthy to be feared.

❛ You believe yourself to be so important that a Prince of Faerie will dirty his hands with you ? ❜ Comes the lazy response, escorted by a high arch of a manicured brow beneath the golden, leaf-like circlet resting just above his brow. The Prince's head turns to face him, and for a brief moment, it appears as though he is looking past the other instead of at him, buried deep in thoughts ― but such is minute, and soon enough, his lips curl into a wicked grin that gradually spreads across his ethereal features, promising cruelty. And cruelty he would deliver. ❛ I care not what happens to you, nor the fish Princess for that matter, ❜ A dismissive wave of his hand is offered as one leg gracefully crosses over the other upon the chair's arm. ❛ You may indulge in your little. . . dalliance, for as long as your heart desires. However, you should keep in mind you broke the engagement between land and sea, and Queen Orlagh is exceedingly displeased with you. ❜

He does not mention that it feels as though as weight has been lifted from his shoulders upon the prospect that he will no longer have to spend his life as a consort by Nicasia's side, in the dark, watery tomb that is the Undersea's palace, nor the fact that he has spared him from the murderous ploy Queen Orlagh had in store for him as soon as her daughter's claim to the throne of Elfhame had been established. It matters little in this instance, and it would only give the Fae a footing to spin the story in his favour and claim that he only acted in Cardan's best interest rather than himself's.

With a swift motion, similar to that of a feline, the Prince is sitting upright, with his body now fully turned to face the redhead. ❛ Perhaps, you ought to be more concerned with how many fish and shrimps you have enraged rather than my pettiness. I hear Queen Orlagh is quite. . . creative, when it comes down to her ways of vengeance. Thus, to answer your question: nothing. I do not intend to do anything, for the Undersea will do it for me. I believe, it will be rather entertaining sitting idle while a bunch of Nixies munch on your skin the next time we go swimming. ❜

[robo-dino-puppies]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

purring kitties, a warm and slightly breezy day, moonlight bright enough to see by, pics from space telescopes (honestly they can be so overwhelming they make me cry sometimes), and group movie or show watch parties :D

[levi-supreme]

Rei!! I'm here with @charlotteplsdosth for the Valentines event! Our men Reiner and Jean are taking us out to an old movie theater to see a classic black and white movie, like Roman Holiday.

We'd like to dress up a bit, she would like a A line shape dress with a tight waist around just below the knee, preferably coral/beige and a light shawl!

I like long empire dresses with some sort of sleeve and a belt, either solid color or something patterned like horizontal stripes, with darker colors. (I hope that's not all too much just go with whatever LOL)

If it's hard to come up with interactions for the four of us we're not bothered if you keep the boys and the girls separate with a little interaction. Whatever you like. Thank you!

Good day my dear Eliza!! This is an interesting request XD I've never written for Reiner, I've never written a double date, and I've certainly not watched any old movies before. And since you're the requester, I'll write this in your POV hehe.

Here is Charlotte's outfit and her shawl, and over here is yours! I hope you two enjoy your lovely date night with your mans~

Rei's Ask Games: Valentine's Day Special (closed!!)

"Charlotte! Reiner! Over here!" You excitedly waved your hand when you saw the couple alighting from their car, beaming when they approached you.

You and your good friend Charlotte planned for this double date for the longest time ever as it was hard to find a day that could match everyone's schedules. Not only so, but it was also hard to get the two men to agree on going on a double date.

"You both are going to be so noisy," your boyfriend, Jean, grumbled when you first told him about the idea of a double date, "you are just going to talk to Charlotte non-stop and forget all about me." You giggled at his childishness and hugged him while he continued sulking, giving Murphy chin scratches while you both lounged on the couch. Murphy yelped a satisfied little bark.

"Why are you men all the same?" You laughed louder and Jean frowned. "Charlotte just told me over the phone that Reiner said the same thing to her."

It was Jean's turn to laugh, "because that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Well, Reiner is there too, you can talk to him non-stop." You teased Jean while he scoffed.

Nonetheless, you both decided to go on a double date to watch Roman Holiday. What made it even better was that it was on Valentine's Day as well. It was a classic black and white movie, and you decided to dress up for the event in a lovely purple empire dress. You made Jean dress up in a nice blazer and trousers too.

"Looking good, princess," Jean smiled as he saw you exiting the room. You twirled around and let him admire your outfit.

"You look good yourself too, handsome." Kissing Jean on the cheek, you grabbed your bags and put on your shoes as Jean locked the door, walking you over to the car.

»»————-　　————-««

"Charlotte! Reiner! Over here!" You exclaimed once they came close, muttering 'be nice' to Jean under your breath while he pursed his lips. Charlotte and you excitedly hugged each other, complimenting the other's outfit. The two men gave each other a friendly handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

"You look lovely, Charlotte!" You were in smiles. Charlotte wore a pretty coral dress which fit her perfectly. Her long hair was in a twisted half updo too, and it complemented her outfit.

"You look good yourself, too, Liza!" Charlotte chimed as Reiner came over to say hi.

"Hi Reiner," you greeted as Charlotte waved to Jean, "thanks for agreeing to this! It took Jean a few days of convincing." Jean scowled as you hugged him while Charlotte laughed. Reiner scratched his neck and gave you a small smile.

"I'm not gonna lie. It took Charlotte a while to convince me to agree to this double date." Everyone laughed, and Jean gave Reiner a knowing smile. Once all formalities were exchanged, the four of you then made your way into the cinema, stopping by the counter to purchase some snacks. Jean and you got a large caramel popcorn and two cups of iced lemon tea, while Charlotte and Reiner got some nachos with cheese and two cups of coca-cola.

All of you went inside and took your seats at the centre row. Jean sat on the left while you sat on his right. Charlotte took her seat beside you, and Reiner was on her right.

"Try not to fall asleep," you heard Charlotte mutter to Reiner, and you tried your hardest to suppress a giggle. Jean couldn't wait and was already munching on some popcorn. Soon, the cinema started filling up with more audiences, and the lights started to dim. You excitedly grabbed Jean's hand, looking forward to the movie.

»»————-　　————-««

"The movie was great, wasn't it?" You asked Charlotte while the ending credits rolled, waiting for the crowd to exit the cinema. Charlotte nodded her head in agreement as you both continued to discuss the movie in detail, forgetting that your dates were waiting for the both of you to leave. You took a glance at the time flashed on your phone screen. The night was still young. You turned to Jean, mumbling something into his ear, and he gave you a small smile.

"Hey, Charlotte, do you and Reiner have any plans after this?"

"Hmm," she turned to look at Reiner and they both shook their heads, "not really."

"Great! Do you want to join Jean and I for dinner? We know a great place that sells really good Italian food." You chimed while Charlotte turned to Reiner again.

"I don't think we should impose—"

"No worries, man," Jean cut Reiner off, "just join us. Besides, the ladies still have much to talk about, am I right?" He laughed as everyone stood up and exited the cinema together.

"Let them talk all they want so that we can have a peace of mind tonight." Jean joked again, earning a frown from you and a hearty laugh from Charlotte. Reiner had his arm around Charlotte's waist.

"Yeah, sure, let's go for dinner together." Reiner agreed once you were all walking towards the car park. "Text us the address and we'll see you there?" With a nod, you and Jean parted ways with the couple and made your way over to the restaurant with a huge smile on your faces.