#Rida

[ridaine]

A serious misunderstanding took place, but they're getting married now so it all worked out?

[railwynn]

Rida and Yakko are back baby! Was finishing Season 3 of Animaniacs and it reminded me of the OC I made years ago ;w;;  Props to people who remember this pair XDD

[casualtyfandom]

Rida really pissing me off this ep ngl... maybe im just too much of a jan stan

Ohh I've definitely not warmed to Rida but she hasn't annoyed me yet 😂

But I'm not a fan of Jan to be honest, I find her quite short-tempered, selfish and uncaring to other people's feelings sometimes - especially towards Ffion 😢

[jqkcy]

the club cant even handle me right now

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Stampa di Oggi giovedì, 09 gennaio 2025

[theglassware]

Alhamduillah ya Allah, atas segala takdirMu 🤍🤍

Selalu berusaha tuk sabar, ikhlas, ridho ❤️

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[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Salat A Rida, 2023

[chloesimaginationthings]

Hit her with that Mike FNAF stare

[davestone13-blog]

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[ridaine]

WOW HELLO?? Glad to see people liked my dumb gay dragon comic, here's the design that inspired it all

[railwynn]

loved your recent comic! can’t wait to see more of rida 😁 I’m curious though, what would be some facts about her

AAAA thank you! qwq I'm glad a lot of ppl are liking her even tho I rarely show her, same as last time when I posted about them XDD As for Rida, i'm not very good at explanation, so lemme just info dump ya down below;

15 year old lady who moved to Burbank L.A. to find a job.

Got hired at an ice cream parlor (Where she proceeds to meet the Warners later on).

Was created as a side character for a local cartoon that was cancelled in the early 2000's.

Has like 1 friend (4 if you count the Warners).

Stressed AF

Anxiety meets depression

"Don't fuck with me, I WILL cry."

People think she's emo because she wears a lot of black but really she just think black looks better in anything and can't be bothered to coordinate.

In the order she brefiended the Warners; Wakko, Dot and then Yakko (Wakko never shuts up about it).

Introvert that got adopted by 3 Extroverts.

Secretly can't thank them enough for it tho

[album-tourney]

[eternalsnowfan02]

SHAWTY HAD THEM APPLEPOM JEANS

✨Jeans✨

BOOTS WITH THE FUR

✨With the Fur✨

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Tutto Sport di Oggi sabato, 14 dicembre 2024

[theglassware]

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Jangan lupa bersyukur, ridho dan selalu qonaah ya 😇

[luvrodite]

call me your sugar (you love you some) | gn!reader, unsolicited/unwanted flirting, stranger to fake boyfriend kyle, he's opportunistic and a bit sly about it <3

kyle's waiting for his breakfast sandwich to be heated up when he watches the guy who's been eyeing the pretty thing in the corner finally muster up the courage to slide into the seat across from them. he can't blame the man. he's been sneaking looks at you, too, admiring the line of your throat and the book that's stolen all your attention – enough that it doesn't alert you to the approaching stranger until it's too late.

you startle when the man pulls out a chair and kyle bites his cheek at the surprise that blooms across your face, your brows pinching in polite confusion. you stare at him, bemused, eyes wide behind large, circle frames.

the bloke introduces himself with a smarmy, albeit shaky grin. kyle nearly snorts when he reaches out to snag the book from your fingertips. your lips part in poorly concealed astonishment, eyes narrowing in muted frustration when the pages close with a snap, your place unmarked and subsequently lost as the man continues to make a poor impression.

it becomes increasingly difficult not to laugh when he overhears the murmurings of your conversation over the thrum of the cafe, a pickup line delivered awkwardly that doesn't quite manage to cover up its condescension. your expression is a cross between concerned, as though you're considering asking if he's well, and distinctly uncomfortable, like a cornered animal.

he'd like that look much better if it weren't at the hands of an overconfident twat who wouldn't know what to do with you. him, though – kyle's a practiced hand in dealing with sweet, shy things liable to spook at the slightest sound.

your suitor is amping up to ask for your number when he kicks off the empty table he's been leaning against and slides into the chair next to yours.

"baby," he says, by way of announcing himself, relishing in the way your eyes widen further, embarrassment in the corners of your mouth at the attention, "they were out of the pastries you liked so i got you a muffin. they're just heating it up now – oh. who's your friend?"

the man in question looks between the both of you, colouring when you lean slightly into kyle, a shaky hand coming up to rest against his arm.

"oh! um – thank you, you're so sweet. he was just telling me how he –" you pause, uncertainly, as though unsure how to explain. discomfort wears itself openly on your face, slipping into the pretence with little grace, as though the dishonesty makes your skin itch. that was fine. he'd borne worse, for much less. he'd carry that for you, too, in time. "didn't like my book?"

"oh." he laughs politely. it's obvious to everyone at the table that this is at Bumbling and Awkward's expense.

"boyfriend?" the man asks, letting go of your book and kyle smiles, reaching out over the table to offer his hand.

"nice to meet you, mate," he says, all teeth. it's unnecessary to kick a dog while he's down. kyle already knows he's going to back off by the way he wets his lips nervously, but he squeezes his hand anyway, unforgiving, smiling all the while.

the interloper takes his leave with a muttered excuse within the next minute. you watch him go, lips turned down in a displeased pout before turning to your saviour. kyle, with great reluctance, draws away and lets your hand fall from his arm.

"he looked like he was bothering you," he explains, affecting a bashful grin. "sorry if i scared you."

you shake your head fervently, leaning in conspiratorially to whisper, sneaking a furtive look as though he might make a reappearance over kyle's shoulder. "he just sat down and started talking, i didn't really know what to do. thank you...?"

his eyes widen and he laughs, offering his name. "some fake boyfriend i am, where are my manners? kyle."

you smile shyly at him, doe eyed and honey sweet. "thank you, kyle."

kyle knows a thing or two about pretty little lambs, but he's caught in your snare for a moment, heat rushing to his face before he clears his throat.

"just doing what any decent man would," he coughs, and changes the subject. "did he really tell you he didn't like your book?"

you grin, wide and a little incredulous. the warmth of the shared joke keeps the december chill at bay, the frosted marrow in his bones softening.

"he did," you laugh and the sound spears straight through him.

"can't blame him, though," he muses thoughtfully and you tilt your head inquisitively, brows arched in silent question. "pretty thing like you, i would've minced my words trying to impress you, too."

like ink in water, he watches you register the words in a slow diffusion, stunned into silence. he'd been right, that he'd like it much better to be the one flustering you.

the sound of his name interrupts the moment and you follow the sound with him to where one of the cafe staff holds a paper bag.

"back in a tick," he tells you with a wink and you tip your head forward in a dazed nod. something in him preens when you follow his movement as he stands, leaning in as if to give chase before catching yourself, quiet embarrassment evident in the flick of your lashes downwards.

"thanks," he tells the barista, and then turns back to them with a stunning grin. "actually, would i be able to get a muffin to go with that too?"

gaz my beloved sneaky who refuses to leave my mind...a tribute for the most beautiful man alive in hopes he'll stay off the brain long enough for me to focus on finals. anyway...first kyle piece kinda nervous