#except she actually doesn’t like me like that

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

//the slightest of shaking you

Sonic's ego is actually used for the delight effect on his friends hhhgh your killing me with wholesomeness/j

I wonder though, is there's ever any nonverbal platonic methods aspecSonic could have developed?

Aroace Sonic pt 8 (no they're not dating)

Sonic’s got all kinds of ways of showing affection. Obviously there is more than just these, it’s just all i doodled last night before passing the heck out in bed hgLKJSDF

1. Sonic usually moves away if anyone expresses active verbal dislike of his physical affection; Knuckles is the exception to that rule. He would genuinely throw Sonic through a wall if he actually didn’t like what he was doing, no words required. But Knuckles is touch starved! He doesn’t know how to do this whole physical affection thing, and most everyone else is kinda nervous about crossing boundaries with him so it means he gets very little touch. Sonic notices that and instead of drawing attention to it, he just invades personal space like the gremlin he is and no one questions it, chalking it up to his usual antics. Knuckles gets a safe place to get the physical affection he needs without worrying about how it looks and Sonic gets to love his friend, it's a win-win. (Rouge is p much the only other person chill with touching Knuckles casually since she’s just comfortable with physicality and not the least bit nervous around him.)

2. Speaking of Rouge she and Sonic are very silly with physical affection because Rouge is extremely comfortable expressing herself physically and Sonic is chill with p much any small gestures because its just another way of showing affection. Platonic cheek kisses and aggressive flirting are pretty normal for them! They find it funny to fluster other people this way.

3. Sonic will very randomly just plant his hand on someones face if they're standing close enough. No context, no warning, usually they're not even part of the conversation that's happening and he doesn't move it off unless they move it themselves or it's time to leave. (He does this whenever he notices someone zoning out or look like they might be lonely since they aren't part of the main conversation to make them know someone else notices they're there and cares.)

4. Sonic's physical affection is so incredibly casual that if you're around him long enough it kinda starts to fall of your radar and you just stop noticing when it happens, (i.e Tails.) It's much more common than his verbal compliments so it ends up pretty commonplace. Physical touch is actually his first go-to unless the person is really touch-averse.

5. Falling asleep on people is his ultimate weapon because they're less likely to try and escape if he's asleep (cat sleeping on lap rules sorry.) The other reason is because they're free to be as soft as they want without worrying about him using it to gloat at them later. (A lot of stuff this dude does is hecka strategic.)

[urmum-lovesme]

The way you write toxic rafe is👨🏻‍🍳💋!!!!!!im obsessed need moreee🫶🏼

He's actually psychotic. (I'm in love...)

The kitchen lights shone above them, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the growing tension between the two. The house was eerily quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator, the air thick with unspoken words. Rafe had been on edge ever since the phone call with Ward- he had tried to brush it off, but his anger was festering like a wound that wouldn't heal. And Y/N had been the one closest to him, trying to ease his mind. But tonight, her efforts had only seemed to make him angrier.

“Can you stop fucking bitching in my ear?”

Rafe spat, his voice sharp, laced with annoyance. Y/N stepped forward, her face flushed, her arm folded trying to remain calm. She spoke back, her voice steady, though she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“I’m not bitching in your ear, Rafe.”

Rafe shot her a look, eyes narrowing, and he took a step toward her. “You don’t get it, Y/N. You think you can just fix everything with a few fucking words? It doesn’t work like that!”

Rafe’s jaw was clenched tight as he stood by the kitchen island, pulling a small baggie from his pocket. With practiced ease, he tapped a line of white powder onto the cool marble countertop, his movements sharp and unbothered. He sniffed once, wiping his nose with the back of his hand before leaning down, inhaling a sharp drag of the powder, his shoulders tensing as the rush hit him.

Y/N’s stomach twisted at the sight. She hated this- hated watching him do this to himself. Without thinking, she stepped closer, reaching for his arm. “Rafe, stop,” she pleaded, trying to pull him away from the counter.

“You don’t need this.”

“-don’t start Y/N,”

He muttered, sniffling as he rubbed at his nose, his fingers gripping the counter like it was the only thing holding him up. He barely acknowledged her, shrugging her off with a roll of his shoulder.

“Rafe, I mean it,” she pressed, her voice firmer now. She grabbed at his wrist again, trying to pull him back.

“This shit isn’t helping you—it’s making everything worse.”

“You think you know what I need HUH!?”

His voice was cold, sharp like a knife as he slammed his hand down onto the counter with a loud BANG, the sound reverberating in the silent kitchen. He let out a harsh laugh, finally turning his head to glance at her, his pupils already blown wide.

“You think you have any fucking clue what it’s like?”

Her breath caught in her throat at the look in his eyes- wild, unpredictable. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled away from his skin cautiously. She said softly.

“Please- let's just talk about it . . .”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Because in the next second, his face twisted, his expression darkening as his body tensed even more. He took a step toward her and his hands curled into fists at his sides, for a moment, she thought he might punch straight through the marble of the counter.

“Talk to you?” he scoffed. “What the fuck do you think you can do for me, huh?”

“Rafe—”

“What?”

“You need to stop caring about what your dad thinks,” she said, her voice cautious but firm.

“It’s eating you up, Rafe. He treats you like shit... he’s an asshole.”

Rafe’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with anger. His expression shifted completely as he turned to face her, his muscles tensing. He bit out, his voice low but filled with malice,

“Don’t fucking talk about my dad like that,”

Y/N stood still, folding her arms, her eyes never leaving his. Rafe’s jaw clenched so hard she thought it might break. “You think you know everything-” he snarled, taking a step toward her. His anger was palpable, almost suffocating.

“You think you can just tell me how to deal with my family?”

She flinched slightly at the tone of his voice. Rafe’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his body moving towards her, now merely a few feet away. He growled, his breath coming heavier now.

“Don’t you dare tell me how to handle my shit.”

Y/N’s pulse quickened as she urged, her voice shaking with a mix of frustration and concern, "I just think that-"

“Don’t fucking lecture me, Y/N,”

Rafe spat, his voice rising as he took another step forward. His body was radiating heat, fury in his eyes. Y/N’s chest tightened, her words slipping from her mouth before she could stop them.

“I’m not trying to lecture you, I just—”

Before she could finish, Rafe’s hand shot out, grabbing her by the wrist with a force that made her gasp. Without another word, he shoved her harshly against the counter, her lower back hitting the counter hard enough to make her gasp. The impact sent a jolt of pain up her spine, but the look in his eyes scared her more than anything. She stumbled back slightly, eyes wide in shock as he hissed out.

“You think I need you to save me from my own fucking life?”

Y/N’s heart pounded, her breath quickening as she stared at him, realising just how far his rage mixed with the addicting substance now sprinkled over the counter had taken him.

“No… I just want to be here for you—please listen to me-”

Rafe didn’t move at first. He just stared at her, his chest rising and falling with sharp, ragged breaths. Then, his eyes flickered to the counter beside him. The sound of metal scraping against the marble sent a chill down her spine. Her stomach twisted as she glanced down, her blood running cold when she saw what he had in his hand.

A knife.

Her breath hitched. The blade caught the dim light as he lifted it slightly, his grip tight around the handle. He took a slow step forward, angling the knife slightly, not lunging, not threatening outright—but letting her see it. Letting her understand.

“You think you know how to fix my family, hmm?”

He murmured, his voice eerily calm now. Her feet stayed rooted to the ground, every muscle locked in place as he took another step closer. He tilted his head as he ran his thumb absently along the handle. Her throat was dry, words failing her as she forced herself to meet his gaze. He wasn’t looking at her like he wanted to hurt her. No, it was worse than that. He was looking at her like he wanted to prove something. Like he needed to see the fear in her eyes to remind himself of something. She whispered, trying to keep her voice steady,

“I never said that. . .”

“But you fucking think it.” His grip on the knife tightened, his knuckles going white.

“You think I’m weak?”

She shook her head frantically, her hands trembling at her sides as she spoke out desperately,

"No, Rafe. I don’t— I swear—”

“Don’t lie to me”

He cut her off sharply, his voice dark and unforgiving. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body tense, watching his every move. He tilted the knife slightly, just enough to catch her attention again.

"You know what’s funny, Y/N?"

He let out a breath of amusement, though there was no humour in his voice. He took a slow step forward, the weight of his presence suffocating. Y/N barely dared to breathe as the tip of the knife grazed her bare arm, trailing lightly over her skin. A shiver ran through her, her pulse hammering beneath the delicate scrape of cold metal traveling up her arm slow and deliberate. He paused before the blade traced the curve of her jaw, featherlight yet impossible to ignore. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her body frozen, trapped in place by his touch.

The tip pressed against the centre of her neck.

A single, calculated tap.

Her breath hitched. She didn’t move, didn’t dare flinch, she couldn't as she was routed to the spot in pure terror. Rafe’s lips curled into something almost resembling amusement, though his eyes were anything but playful.

“I could do anything right now. I could do anything I fucking wanted, and no one would stop me.”

She couldn't breathe.

Because he was right, no one would stop him. No one would hear her scream. No one would come running, no one would burst through the doors to pull her away. If he wanted to, he could. The terrifying truth was she wasn’t scared because she thought he would do it, she was scared because she knew that if he did… there would be no one to stop him. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly blinked it away, trying to steady her voice.

"Rafe… please, just put it down.”

His lips twitched, like the very idea of listening to her pleas was laughable.

Then, without warning, he let out a sharp exhale and dropped the knife onto the counter with a loud clank. He muttered out, his voice quieter now, a calm settling in as he wiped his hand across his face.

“Don’t ever talk about my fucking family again”

[hyukabean]

──── wang yixiang (nicholas), crush headcanons (uni!au)

in which nicholas has a crush on you?! ～ warning: (VERY) unedited

nicholas x fem!reader

nico is confused 97% of the time, i’m convinced. from having to switch between three languages just to communicate with everyone in his friend group, to trying to double major in music and engineering (courtesy of his parents, though it’s a compromise he’s willing to make if it means pursuing his passion and appeasing his family), this man’s brain cells are spread thin.

think this face (c ತ,_ತ). and maybe -o- occasionally too.

this particular professor was way too motived for an 8am lecture and also spoke way too quickly for his liking. and we all know nico does *not* like getting up early lmao.

once he noticed you though, twirling your pencil, brows slightly furrowed as you try to decipher what was apparently supposed to be words on the board, he’d wished he’d tried a little harder in the morning.

shyly pushing up his glasses as he tries hard to wipe off the toothpaste stain on his hoodie and seem like he’s not hanging onto your every word as you quietly try to help another international student understand the material. 

he can’t quite explain why he’s so interested in you at first, his usually flirty demeanor evaporating alongside any focus he might’ve had. 

suddenly his attendance is perfect, despite the schedule conflicting with his internal clock and he’s sitting right at the front next to you and your friends too, how odd. 

what’s even stranger is that his grades somehow got worse eventhough he’s there more often now.

his friends are quick to notice, maki in particular. nico does not strike me as a shy person. on the contrary, i think under regular circumstances, he would’ve charmed his way right into your heart but for some reason, he can’t help but think twice about what he wants to say to you. 

he wants to be seen as cool and aloof by you, embarrassed at how nervous he feels when he is in your presence you.

maki, who’s quick to connect the dots, plays cupid (everyone say “thank you, maki!”).

“hey you’re y/n, right? mind helping me and my buddy nico out? we’re a little lost on this assignment” and the rest is history.

you befriended the two and a lot of nico’s shyness is (mostly) shed, and replaced with his signature sass and sarcasm, especially once you discover common interests, be it fashion, music, etc.

but even months into your friendship, he help can’t his hands getting slightly clammy around you, heart beating just a little bit faster when you laugh or lean your head against his shoulder.

would 10038272983403% ask you for help on stuff he already knows just so he can stare at you unabashedly.

you and maki tease him for sure, teaming up to get him annoyed at any and all times. and yet he’s never that annoyed at you? (“why tf does she get special treatment and we get lectures?” - juju probably)

you definitely join in on their pick up lines games, except nico can never quite get his words out around you. not in his typical ‘i’m buffering’ kind of way, but more in a ‘wow i actually would steal the moon for you, i’m fucked aren’t i?’ kind of way. 

but there are moments he does fluster you, though they’re not as planned (eg, grabbing your waist to move you out of the way, pushing a strand of hair from your face, intense eye contact, etc).

at first glance, he’d be really good at hiding his feelings. but on closer inspection, this boy is so obvious it’s painful. 

checking up on you if you mention you need to go to the doctor for an appointment, ordering food to your house randomly, asking you to share your location if you’re staying late at the library and it’s dark out, all under the guise of a platonic relationship.

one of his complexs is that he doesn’t want to be seen as “cute” by you (call me “weno” vibes”). that’s probably the biggest thorn in his side and maybe one of the only reasons he hasn’t properly confessed to you and admitted his feelings.

sure, he loves it when you squish his face and call him generous and thoughtful for thinking of you, and yet part of him feels annoyed. he likes liking you, but hates blushing and fumbling his words infront of you. he wants to show you his cool side, he wants to be dependable, someone you can rely on! “take me seriously, i’m a man” type of thing.

perhaps an unpopular opinion, but, left alone in the context of university and all the pressures, i truly think he’d be an “admire from afar” type of guy 8 times out of 10 (lots of cheesy smiles and quick ‘hello’s), unless divine intervention (most likely in the form of maki) strikes and gives him an in. 

once he’s sure of his feelings and knows you’re not taken, i think he’d work hard on trying to prove his merit as a partner to you. a switch flips and suddenly he’s cupping your cheek, brows furrowed, “i know i have a pretty face, but i’m not nearly as cute as you think”. 

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get flustered around you, but his urge to date you is greater than his shyness. if you knew ofc you’d be like “nico you silly goose, i like that you’re cute AND hot. you’re such a doofus~”, but he’s got that emo streak in him idk what to tell you.

all in all, i think he’d be more shy than most would expect and yet, given the right circumstances, very charming and proactive.

nana's notes : my dear anonie you read my mind!! i had a really old outline in my drafts already so once i saw your request i just had to flesh it out immediately lolol. get out of my walls you dork:pp i’m not fully satisfied with how this turned out tbh, but it is what it isssss. as always, thank you for reading!

taglist : open! @lovelyjuju

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[msklassickilla]

Delirious | J. Uso|R. Reigns Thirteen

Summary: When Titania buys an old typewriter from a closing thrift store, she thinks it’s just a vintage gem—until the words she types start coming true. However, the typewriter doesn’t just bring fantasies to life—it twists them. Giving Titania way more than she bargained for.

Pairing: Titania Marshall (Black OC) x Jey Uso x Roman Reigns

Author’s Note: This story is another AU thing. So, it might align, or it might not. I will try my best to keep it current enough. Nonetheless, it’s mash up of a few things: That one episode of Goosebumps. That one episode of the Twilight Zone. And that movie by the same title, Delirious featuring John Candy. I’ma make it work. Plus, I like mystical spooky shit with a bit of Jerry Springer type mess.

Warning(s): Minor foul/harsh language.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Thirteen

The final days in her old home blurred together, a mess of taped-up boxes, empty walls, and half-hearted goodbyes to a space she had once cherished. Titania moved through it all like a spectator, watching her life fold itself into neat compartments.

Jey had been gone for most of it, back on the road doing what he did best. Titania tried not to mind, reminding herself that she was dating Main Event Jey Uso. The fans adored him. He had become the heartbeat of WWE’s biggest storylines. This was what she signed up for. She just had to get used to sharing him.

Still, it was hard not to feel alone. The night before the move, she found herself lingering in the spare room. Everything had been cleared out except one thing. The typewriter sat on the floor, untouched. Silent.

Titania leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, staring at the machine like it might spring to life at any moment. It hadn’t written anything in days. No messages. No threats. Nothing.

She should have felt relief. Instead, a strange bitterness curled in her chest. She wanted no part of whatever this thing was anymore. Maybe she’d just leave it behind. Leave a note for the next tenant to burn it, smash it, send it back to whatever hell it had crawled out of.

The decision was made. It was staying. Titania turned on her heel and shut the door one last time. The next morning came fast. The house was stripped bare, nothing left but echoes of a past she was ready to abandon.

She had originally planned to drive down to Florida, but Jey had been against it.

“You not about to be on the road that long by yourself,” he had said, voice firm in a way that left no room for argument.

Titania had made the drive to Atlanta plenty of times to visit her family, but to keep the peace, she booked a flight. The airport was uneventful, the flight went smoothly. She spent most of it catching up on work, letting herself slip into the comforting monotony of emails and deadlines. But it wasn’t until the plane landed that reality finally hit her.

Florida was home now.

Titania wove through the crowd toward baggage claim, her stomach twisting with nerves. She spotted a driver near the carousel, holding a tablet with her name on it. Jey had mentioned getting her a car service, but actually seeing it made the moment feel more permanent.

Titania approached him, exchanging pleasantries while waiting for her luggage. The man was older, polite, easy to talk to. When her bags arrived, he loaded them into the sleek black SUV, and they set off.

The drive was quiet. Titania watched the palm trees blur past, the neon-lit city fading into winding streets lined with luxury homes. She had been to Florida plenty of times—Spring Break with Mia, girls' trips with Tamya. But living here? That was different.

Her nerves tightened the closer they got. Not just because of the move, but because she still had no idea what games were waiting for her.

The SUV rolled to a stop, and Titania’s breath hitched. The house was perfect. Just like the pictures. Tucked away in an upscale enclave, private but not isolated. The front yard was manicured to perfection, the driveway clean and wide. The house itself was stunning— modern but warm, with tall windows and a stone pathway leading up to the entrance.

Titania barely heard the driver ask if she needed help with her bags. She quickly assured him she had it, handing him a tip before he drove off.

For a moment, she just stood there.

This was hers. Titania and Jey Uso’s home.

She smiled as she fished out the key, walking up the stone path, her heart pounding. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. The house greeted her with silence. Sunlight filtered through the massive windows, casting golden streaks across the polished floors. The space was bright, open, and eerily pristine. Like it had been waiting for her.

Titania exhaled slowly, stepping further in. Everything she had ever wanted in a home was right here. A fruit basket sat on the kitchen counter, nestled next to two champagne glasses and a bottle of Dom Pérignon.

Titania’s lips quirked up. The realtor must have left it as a welcome gift.

A nice touch.

She plucked a grape from the basket, popping it into her mouth before reaching for the champagne. If Jey had been here, they would have celebrated together. But things had changed.

Titania popped the bottle open, watching the bubbles fizz up before pouring herself a glass. She swirled the liquid, letting the weight of the moment settle in.

This was it. This was home. She raised the glass in a toast, speaking into the empty space.

“To new beginnings,” she murmured. “To living in the moment. To loving the story the way, it is.”

She took a slow sip, letting the crisp champagne linger on her tongue. For the first time in weeks, hope settled in her chest.

Titania smiled to herself.

The past was being left behind. And she wasn’t looking back.

----

Titania woke up early, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the bare bedroom windows. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint and new beginnings. She stretched, rolling her stiff shoulders as she adjusted on the makeshift pallet she had created for herself on the floor.

The moving pod wouldn’t arrive until later, so she was living out of her suitcase for now. Jey was still gone, off handling work obligations, but she didn’t mind. They had stayed on the phone for hours last night, his voice filling the empty spaces of the house as she walked from room to room, showing him everything over FaceTime.

She had been giddy, telling him about all the ideas she had for decorating.

"Do whatever, baby. Price don’t matter," Jey had said, his voice warm with affection.

Titania had smiled, liking the way that sounded.

She rolled onto her side, checking her phone. It was just after seven, too early for deliveries, but her stomach was already protesting the lack of food. She ordered breakfast through UberEATS, knowing there wasn’t a single dish or pot in the house yet.

While waiting, she pulled on a hoodie and stepped outside onto the patio. The pool shimmered under the rising sun, the water still and inviting. She took a deep breath, letting the humid Florida air settle in her lungs. It felt different here. Quieter. Maybe this could really be home.

----

Later that morning, the doorbell rang, and Titania found the realtor on the porch, holding out a small envelope.

"Here are the extra keys," the woman said, smiling. "Figured I’d drop them off in person, see how you were settling in."

Titania thanked her, stepping aside to let her in. The realtor was an older woman with kind eyes and an easy demeanor. She lingered, chatting about the neighborhood, how it was private but safe, how the community looked out for each other.

"It’s the perfect place for a fresh start," she said with a knowing smile.

Titania nodded, though the words felt strange. The visit was brief, and once the realtor left, Titania called her parents while lounging by the pool. She had been putting it off, knowing they would have plenty to say about her moving in with Jey.

Her mother was thrilled, asking a million questions, while her father was more direct.

"So, when you and Jey settle in, we’ll come stay for a few days," he said matter-of-factly.

Titania hesitated. She knew exactly what that meant. Her father, Gary, had spent years ranking up to become a Sergeant in the US Army, and he had questions. Not the casual kind— the grilling kind.

"You don’t have to do all that, Daddy," Titania said carefully.

Her father scoffed. "Damn right, I do. I gotta see what type of man my daughter done moved across the country for."

Titania sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. They were coming. It was just a matter of when.

----

By early afternoon, the moving pod arrived, followed by the team of movers Jey had hired. The house became a maze of boxes, the sounds of heavy footsteps and shifting furniture filling every room. Titania tried to stay on top of things, directing where things should go, but it quickly became overwhelming.

She was usually good at organizing, but this was different. It was too much all at once. And the occasional texts from random numbers weren’t helping.

Roman was still blocked, but he still found ways to get his point across. The messages were relentless. At first, they were simple—comments, subtle reminders that she wasn’t done with him yet. But the most recent one was different.

It was a warning.

You can ignore me all you want. But I know you. I know you remember.

Titania’s chest tightened. She didn’t remember. Had no clue what he was talking about, didn’t want to know either. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before she exhaled sharply and deleted the message, blocking the number just like the others.

----

By the time the movers were done, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting golden light through the massive windows. Titania stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by unopened boxes. They had decided to get all new furniture, which meant she’d be spending most of tomorrow shopping. For now, the house was still mostly empty, but it was theirs.

She stretched out on the plush carpet, staring up at the ceiling. She had done it. She had made the move. She had started over. Her body ached with exhaustion, but her mind was quiet for the first time in a while.

Maybe things would be better from here on out.

Maybe she could really be happy.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and within minutes, she drifted off, lost in dreams of a future that felt just within reach.

----

Titania spent the morning working through the mountain of boxes scattered across the house. She went from room to room, unpacking piece by piece, turning this house into a home.

The last space left was her new office— a tucked-away room at the very end of the upstairs hallway. It was spacious, with high ceilings and a large window that let in just enough sunlight. She had plans to make this her sanctuary—a place where she could write, work, and have something that was just hers.

She sliced open boxes, pulling out stacks of books, office supplies, framed photos, and small décor pieces. Everything was exactly as she remembered packing it. Until she reached a smaller box.

Titania frowned.

It was plain, unmarked.

She didn’t remember this one.

A strange chill crept up her arms as she grabbed the box cutter, slicing through the tape with careful precision. The flaps folded open, revealing something tightly wrapped in bubble wrap.

Her stomach dropped. Titania froze.

She reached forward hesitantly, peeling the wrapping away piece by piece. And then, she saw it.

The typewriter.

A strangled gasp got caught in her throat. Her chest locked up, a silent scream rattling inside her. Titania pushed away from the box so fast that the carpet burned against her bare skin. Her heart pounded erratically, her breaths coming too shallow, too quick.

No. No. No.

She had left it behind. In Virginia. Hadn’t she?

Titania shook her head, hands gripping her scalp as a wave of nausea curled in her stomach.

She had made sure of it. Right?

A deep, overwhelming dread settled over her. What the fuck was this thing?

How?

Titania scrambled to her feet, stumbling toward the door. Her skin felt tight, suffocating. She needed air— needed to get away from that thing before it could do whatever it did. She bolted down the hallway, taking the stairs faster than she should have, her socked feet nearly slipping on the polished wood. When she reached the kitchen, she grabbed onto the counter, forcing herself to breathe.

Her phone rang.

Titania nearly jumped out of her skin. She fumbled to grab it from the counter, seeing Jey’s name flash across the screen. He was FaceTiming her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down. Her hands still shook, so she balled them into fists before tapping the screen to answer.

Jey’s bright smile greeted her, bringing a sliver of warmth through the chaos rattling inside her.

"Yo, Tee," he greeted, his voice smooth, easy. The sound of weights clanking in the background told her he was in the gym.

Titania tried to mirror his warmth, but her voice betrayed her.

Jey’s smile faltered. His brow furrowed; eyes instantly sharp with concern.

"Aye, what’s wrong?"

Titania plastered on a smile, shaking her head. "Nothing. Just… the move is kicking my ass."

Jey studied her for a long moment, then sighed, rubbing a towel over his face. "Man, I feel bad I ain't there to help, baby. I shoulda took more time off."

"You had to work," Titania said quickly. "I got it handled."

Jey still didn’t seem convinced. "I got a few days off coming up. We’ll finish everything together, alright?"

Titania nodded, feeling a bit lighter. Jey always knew how to recenter her, how to make things feel stable. They talked for a little longer before Jey had to get back to training. When they hung up, Titania still felt the weight of what was waiting for her upstairs.

She needed to get out of here. In no shape, form, or fashion was she ready to deal with that thing.

Furniture shopping. That was the perfect excuse.

Titania threw on a pair of denim shorts, a baby tee, and strappy sandals, letting the warm May air kiss her skin as she stepped outside. The idea of exploring her new city felt like freedom. She spent hours drifting from store to store, eyeing modern sofas, intricate chandeliers, and statement pieces that spoke to the life she envisioned with Jey.

Then, she found it—a luxury furniture store tucked between designer boutiques. The moment she stepped inside, Titania felt her heart swell. Everything screamed money. Plush carpets, well-crafted bedroom sets, sleek glass tables that glistened under the showroom lights. The scent of expensive leather and polished wood filled the space.

An associate approached, all smiles and a well-rehearsed pitch. But Titania was already sold. She was in love. She walked through the store, running her fingers over velvet cushions, eyeing unique floor lamps, picturing how every detail would transform her home.

She texted Jey about her finds, sending photos of outrageously priced sectionals and gold-accented bar stools.

Jey’s response came quick.

Get whatever you want, baby. Ain’t no budget.

Titania shimmed in delight. This was exactly the life she imagined with a man like him. By the time she finalized everything and set a delivery date for two days out, her mood had completely shifted.

This was her fresh start. Her dream life was unfolding right in front of her. On the way home, she made a quick grocery store stop, picking up essentials to hold her over until she did a full haul.

Even then, she wasn’t in a rush to get back. The house would be waiting. So would the thing upstairs.

----

Titania was exhausted by the time she finished unloading the car and putting everything away. Sweat clung to her skin, and her muscles ached from the constant lifting and bending. A shower was needed. The warm water soothed some of the tension, washing away the exhaustion of the day. She wrapped herself in a robe, tying it securely before heading back to the kitchen.

Two things happened at once.

Her phone vibrated on the counter, and the doorbell rang. Titania froze for a second, unsure of which to answer first. The doorbell won.

She padded toward the front door, glancing through the peephole. Nothing. The porch was empty, and the street was quiet. That was odd. Slowly, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, only to find a package sitting neatly on the welcome mat.

She and Jey had updated their addresses, but as far as she knew, neither of them had ordered anything. Stepping outside, she glanced around, scanning the neighborhood for any sign of a delivery driver, but there was no one. A strange chill passed through her as she picked up the box, heavier than she expected, and carried it inside.

Setting it down on the kitchen counter, she inspected the label. Her name was printed clearly on the front, but the sender’s address was listed as a P.O. Box. No business name. No return contact. Just the initials B.D.

Titania hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edges of the box. Against her better judgment, she grabbed a knife and carefully sliced through the tape.

Inside was a sleek black box, the words Venus Et Fleur etched across the top in elegant gold lettering. Titania’s breath hitched. She knew this brand—high-end eternity roses that lasted for years. Lifting the lid, she was met with a stunning bouquet of deep red roses, at least 150 of them, neatly arranged and perfectly preserved. The scent filled the kitchen, intoxicating and rich.

She smiled despite herself. She loved roses. Jey would bring them home sometimes, always grinning like he had just thought of it on a whim. Maybe these were from him, a surprise to welcome her home.

She reached for the small card nestled inside.

"You always loved roses. Congrats on the new house."

Titania’s smile faded.

It was him. Roman.

Her fingers tightened around the card. Jey must have given him the address, just like he had with Jimmy. He had no idea the problems he was causing with his big mouth. Roman had already been relentless before the move. Now, he was within driving distance.

Her phone buzzed again.

Titania grabbed it, flipping the screen over to check the message, and her entire body went rigid. Roman.

That didn’t make sense. She had blocked him. Over a week ago.

Her pulse quickened as she stared at the screen, trying to process what she was seeing.

Tee, at least say you got the damn flowers. The least you could do.

Titania’s stomach twisted. How? Her fingers trembled as she scrolled to her contacts, searching for his name. When she found it, her breath hitched. His number was unblocked.

That was impossible.

Her heart pounded. She knew for a fact she hadn’t done it. Her thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating, before her mind finally pieced it together. The typewriter.

Her jaw clenched as a wave of anger crashed over her. Of course.

Titania turned on her heel, her movements sharp as she stormed through the house and up the stairs. She didn’t hesitate this time. The door to the office was slightly ajar, and when she pushed it open, the sight nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.

It was sitting neatly on the desk.

Unwrapped.

Placed perfectly under the warm glow of the lamp.

Titania’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling unevenly. She had just unboxed and put that desk together this morning. The typewriter had been wrapped in bubble wrap, stuffed away, locked inside a box that shouldn’t have even been here.

And yet, there it was. Waiting. Watching.

Titania exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “What the fuck are you? You can pack yourself up and unwrap yourself too? I left you in Virginia for a reason. And now you’re here causing more chaos. You unblocked him? Why?”

Silence.

To anyone else, it would look like she was insane—a woman standing in an empty room, yelling at a piece of old machinery. But Titania wasn’t crazy. She knew what this thing was. Knew it was listening.

There was a quiet standoff between them. She leaned against the wall, arms folded tight, waiting for whatever came next. The keys didn’t clack. No paper shifted.

But words appeared anyway.

Titania hesitated before moving closer.

I’m a reflection of you. And I won’t be leaving as fate would have it. And oh, what fun is it if temptation is blocked? He’s inevitable. Don’t run.

Her throat tightened. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be her life.

Titania took a step back. She couldn’t do this. Not right now. A headache was forming. She reached for the lamp, flicking it off in one sharp movement, casting the typewriter in shadow. Then, she walked out. She didn’t slam the door, didn’t curse or scream. She just left.

At some point, she was going to have to accept her fate. But she damn sure wasn’t going down without a fight.

----

Titania moved through the next two days as expected. She talked to Jey whenever he had a moment, kept up with Mia, and listened to Naomi’s excited plans for her visit. Her family checked in as well, her mother already pressing for dates when they could come down. She reassured them all, playing the role of a woman settling into her new home with ease. And for the most part, things felt normal—except for Roman.

She didn’t even try to block him. His number was locked into her phone like a permanent fixture, his texts slipping through no matter how much she ignored them. He still pushed, still sent his veiled threats and reminders of a past she refused to claim. But Titania had learned something in these last few weeks.

If Roman really wanted to tell Jey, he would have done it by now. That thought alone gave her the confidence to ignore him completely.

At noon, the furniture arrived. The movers worked swiftly, assembling each piece with practiced ease. By three o’clock, the house no longer felt hollow. Every bedroom had a bed now. The living room, dining room, and most of the movie room were furnished. Titania left the game room untouched, saving that for when she and Jey could set it up together.

She collapsed onto the plush brown suede sectional in the living room, her legs stretched across the cushions. The massive TV Jey had insisted on dominated the space above the fireplace mantle, playing some mindless cartoon, she wasn’t actually watching. Her attention was on her phone, scrolling through Pinterest for more home décor ideas. She was deep in a board dedicated to interior design when her screen suddenly switched.

Incoming FaceTime Call—Roman.

Titania groaned, rolling her eyes so hard it made her head hurt. He was persistent. She should have declined it, should have kept ignoring him, but something in her itched to see what he would say this time. Maybe she wanted to piss him off, to throw his attitude back in his face for once.

She answered, holding the phone at arm’s length as if distance could lessen his presence.

Roman’s face filled the screen. His dark hair was pulled into a loose bun, sweat glistening on his forehead. She could hear the faint clanking of weights behind him. He was at the gym.

Titania smirked, deciding to be petty. “In a gym, huh? Must be preparing to actually show up to work soon.” Her tone was smug, thick with sarcasm. Roman had been off TV for weeks—something he was notorious for doing whenever he felt like it.

The moment the words left her lips, his expression shifted.

Titania watched as his jaw clenched, his lips pressing into a thin line. His already sharp gaze narrowed. He was mad, but she didn’t care. He had spent weeks pushing her, testing her. Now, she would return the favor.

"Tread lightly, sweetheart,” Roman warned, his voice gruff, deep, carrying something dangerous underneath. “You don’t wanna test me. I’ll make you pay for it.”

Titania didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she couldn’t stop herself. Why did it feel so good to poke at him? To talk to him like he wasn’t Roman Reigns, the most dominant force in wrestling, but just another man—one who had been harassing her for weeks?

“Test you? Like you’ve been testing me?” She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. “You’ve been threatening me daily, and you think I’m supposed to care about your feelings?” She let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Mmm… I think the fuck not.”

Roman was stunned. For a brief moment, he just stared at her, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, his head dipped slightly, his glare turning sharper.

He shook his head once, like he was trying to rid himself of something. “Titania, don’t play with me. You remember how this would go. I—”

“I don’t remember anything,” she snapped, cutting him off. “That’s the point, Roman. I don’t know how things went between us because they never happened. I don’t care what you think you remember, but I’m telling you right now, I don’t want to know either.”

Roman’s expression darkened. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something—something she might not have wanted to hear—but then he exhaled sharply. A slow, taunting smile stretched across his lips instead.

“You really wanna do this with me?” His voice was smooth now, calculated. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Okay, Tee. Okay.”

Titania smirked, claiming this as a win. “I gotta go,” she said breezily before ending the call.

Maybe now he’d get the message.

----

She spent the next few hours flipping through channels, eating snacks, and playing games on her phone. At some point, sleep overtook her. She hadn’t realized she had dozed off until the sharp chime of the doorbell rang through the house.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dimly lit room. Oreo cookies scattered onto the couch as she sat up in confusion. Apparently she’d fallen asleep in the midst of eating Oreos off her stomach. A bad habit of hers.

But who the hell was at her door this late?

The doorbell rang again.

Titania frowned, swinging her legs off the couch and standing up. She made her way to the foyer, hesitating for a moment before peeking through the peephole. The porch lights cast long shadows, obscuring whoever was standing there. She cursed under her breath. The doorbell camera hadn’t been installed yet—Jey swore he could do it himself when got home. She was wary of that but agreed in support of him.

The bell rang again.

Titania's patience wore thin. “Who is it?” she called, still trying to see who it was through the peephole.

Silence.

And then the doorbell rang again—longer this time, like whoever was on the other side was holding it down on purpose.

Titania’s frustration flared. Letting her irritation guide her, she unlocked the door and yanked it open.

She regretted it instantly.

Her eyes traveled up—starting from the crisp Jordans on his feet, up black sweatpants that clung to strong legs, past a cotton white t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and finally landing on his face.

Roman.

He stood in the doorway, towering over her, his presence thick, suffocating. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark, holding something she couldn’t name. It made her stomach drop. Before Titania could even open her mouth, Roman moved.

A large, calloused hand came up, gripping the side of her neck firmly, possessively. Titania let out a startled breath as he pressed forward, forcing her backward into the house. The door shut behind him with a quiet click.

Trouble had arrived...

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[redcamellia13]

Mitsukou Analysis: Omen Arc

Okay! My last bit of sunshine before plunging into the depths of misery. *annoyingly cracks knuckles* Let’s get to it <3

Why does Mitsuba bully Kou? Like many things in life, the answer is never simple. Which also means it isn’t gonna be simple to explain. (Haaahhhh, my fingers are gonna hurt so. Bad. After. This.)

I believe it’s a combination between two factors: a want to be close to Kou, which is a task he accomplished through pranking him, making it necessary for Kou to track him down, and it simply being a part of his personality.

Kou brings out a teasing, cutely annoying facet of Mitsuba, so Mitsuba stealing the sign letter might just be his playfulness manifesting itself.

This reminds me a bit of when Kou commented during the PP arc about how supernaturals were “weirdly practical about this sort of thing.” Kind of like they don’t want to get their hopes up.

However! Mitsuba… kinda has a point. I’m not quite sure whether Kou understands this, that he can’t stay with Mitsuba for as long as he would like.

Kou has, not exactly a child like innocence, but a sincere belief that anything can be achievable if you just work hard enough.

This analysis of Kou’s behavior has little basis in reality, but if you add it into the larger context of the series, it’ll make small inconsistencies in his personality make sense, and for whatever reason, it just… feels right within his character.

For example, in the Sacrifice of the Grim Reaper Arc, either Yokoo or Satou (sorry, I can’t remember which) noted that Kou never complained, which wasn’t due to bottling his feelings up, but not understanding the concept of whining.

At first glance, this has nothing to do with my point, but hear me out here.

Perhaps Kou believes, on a subconscious level, that because no matter how hard he works nothing gets better, something is wrong with him and he doesn’t have the right to complain.

I’m 99% sure I’m self-projecting, but if I find any more evidence supporting this, it’ll become quite interesting to think about.

Ughhhhhhh. You’re telling me the answer to why Mitsuba pranks Kou was here the whole time? I reallllllyyyy should’ve reread all these panels before typing that whole lame-ass essay.

Pushing that aside.. “No matter what I do… I just can’t bring myself to dislike him.”

Okay, I’m kind of stupid, and still don’t completely understand why Nene wondered if that was why he spent time pulling pranks on Kou. Is it because he’s trying to combat his enjoyment of Kou’s personality?

Maybe my original thoughts were correct, and Mitsuba pranks Kou as an excuse to interact with him?

And- let’s just pause for a moment. Is it just me, or is that quote a tad bit romantic? If you cannot dislike a person, that implies you like them unconditionally, which sounds a whole lot like you have a crush on them.

I don’t have much to say here, except for the fact that immediately after mentioning how it is impossible for Mitsuba to not enjoy being around Kou, we transition to Mitsuba asking Nene if she’s scared of falling too deeply in love with Hanako.

Almost like when you bring up Kou, Mitsuba’s mind automatically thinks of falling in love…

Well, how nice. He went from a perverted stalker enchanted by Mitsuba’s good looks to a “closet psychopath”. What an improvement.

And yeah, Kou’s actions during the Nightlife arc really weren’t logical, or something a sane person would do.

I believe I touched on this during my Nightlife analysis, but in summary, Kou’s decision to have a competition to see if he would basically assist Mitsuba in suicide based around a skill that not even Kou himself thinks he’s good at.

Actually, I might make a longer analysis on this, so let me know if you would like to read it :)

Right in the panel below, Mitsuba does get the answer to Kou’s question.

He’s mad because he ran off to eat ice cream after he caused a huge inconvenience to Kou…

And this does logically make sense.

But the way Aidairo chose to present Kou’s reaction to Mitsuba telling him this has a sense of intent to it, as Kou and Hanako’s faces parallel each other.

Why is this important? Since Hanako has a reaction that implies jealousy, something the reader can clearly infer, Aidairo paralleling his reaction is very telling.

If we are supposed to draw the conclusion Hanako is jealous, what conclusion are we supposed to draw about Kou?

And then, on Mitsuba’s side of the interaction, he’s either trying to make Kou jealous or Hanako jealous by framing he and Nene’s shopping trip together as a date.

Because he was talking to Hanako when he said this, the intent of this sentence was most likely the latter.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Kou, isn’t it a bit hypocritical to get angry at Mitsuba for trying to get you alone with Nene when you just tried to go out on a date with Hanako? (Rejoice, Hanakou shippers).

Although we don’t actually know when he wanted to do this, so I guess it can be forgiven.

Okay, what have we got he-

………..

I’ve got my work cut out for me, don’t I?

Starting off with Kou’s expression in the 6th panel: it’s a mix between shocked, perhaps fear, but certainly not happy.

Which is odd, no? We have been lead to believe Kou has something of a small, innocent crush on Nene, so a negative reaction to his friend wanting to set him up with her is anomalous.

In the very next panel, which I didn’t include for some reason, he tells Mitsuba, “Didn’t you get the memo? All four of us are going,” with what I can only describe as a salty expression.

Now, for Mitsuba. I gotta break the news Mitsukou shippers, it is not looking good for his side of the relationship (in a does he like him sense).

If he was some form of displeased of how Kou’s friends were shipping him with Nene, he certainly isn’t showing it, even asking if he would like to go on a date with her.

And this, toxic people on the internet who believe Mitsukou’s unhealthy because they “don’t care about each other’s wellbeing”, is why you are flat. Out. Wrong.

Mitsuba is actively attempting to make Kou happy by giving him an opportunity to date a girl he thinks Kou has a crush on. (Of course, Kou rejects the proposition two seconds later, but I already talked about that).

Not much to talk about here, besides the way Mitsuba and Kou are looking at Sousuke’s mother.

What is with that? Kou doesn’t dislike her, so why would he have an expression that’s honestly closer to disgust than anything else.

And then for Mitsuba, who has never shown any sort of discomfort or dislike for things related to Sousuke, it doesn’t make sense for him to have the same disgusted/nervous/uncomfortable look that Kou has, so what the hell is going on?

Why not? Why aren’t you sure about this? Is he worried being with Sousuke’s mom is going to bring up painful memories, or is he more concerned about Mitsuba pulling a prank on her?

So many questions, and yet so little answers…! (Although I’m sure if I just properly thought about it for 0.048 seconds the answer would be ridiculously simple, but my body is functioning on solely highly caffeinated tea and copious amounts of sugar.)

[sillysealll]

Pls publish more hcs abour dickroy they drive me insane

Well if you insist anon…😊

Teen Titans days HCs :

- Dick became the first sidekick but Roy was pretty close behind and for some time, it was only the two of them and the JL. They barely interacted during that time so Dick always admired Roy from a distance because he thought Speedy was so cool with all his trick arrows (this one is directly taken from the Teen Titans 2003 TV show where Dick is a huge fan of Roy)

- Roy, on the other hand, wanted to get to know him but he was too scared of Batman to dare to approach Robin, who was always glued to the man

- Both of their perspectives changed when Robin, Kid Flash, Wonder Girl and Aqualad formed the Teen Titans and Speedy would drop by. Dick began to find Roy too arrogant and Roy found Dick insufferable

- But they eventually warmed up to each other when Roy officially joined. Though, they kept on bickering even after they started to actually appreciate the other, both too prideful to admit otherwise until wayyyy later

- Another thing that set a gap between them early on was their difference maturity level. Not to say that Roy was childish but he actually knew how to act his age when he could, while Dick was pretty psychorigid. He was acting so beyond his age all the time that it was uncanny for Roy (and most of the team)

- Roy took it upon himself to make Dick act his age and thanks to him and the team, Dick eventually loosen up a more and more around them

- I find the fact that Wally used to be a conservative hilarious (but also sad bc he got it from his parents) and in my mind Dickroy were his exposure therapy

- Even when Speedy was supposed to not like Robin, he couldn’t help but be amazed by Dick’s acrobatics

Outsiders time HCs :

- Roy and Dick shared a place for a little while after Donna’s death because Roy was scared Dick would let himself die while Dick was scared Roy would relapse

- Grace and Anissa used to gossip on Dickroy and at some point the whole team joined them (except for the two aformentioned)

- Unknowingly, Roy stopped Dick from ending his life more times than the latter cares to admit (When he would visit him as Dick was about to grab his gun or call when Dick was about to step off the highest building he could find) Dick never told anyone

- Roy and Dick coddled Lian for weeks after she was rescued from the human trafficking ring and Roy had a hard time bath her without feeling sick to his stomach because of the scar she had kept from that time

Civilians (teen) Dickroy HCs :

- As civilians, Roy and Dick were somehow always put against each other by the media’s and all the comparisons they were making made Roy despise Dick before he even properly met him

- Then they met as civilians in a Gala and they surprisingly clicked together immediately.

- Dick already knew who Speedy was behind the mask and he had to remind himself that Roy had no idea so he wouldn’t be surprise by how different he was treated by Roy whether he had the mask on or not

- On interviews they kept on shitting on each other just to make the media’s gossip about their non-existent rivalry because they thought the headlines were hilarious

- When Roy learned about Dick’s identity he felt so humiliated for not having figured it out that he didn’t speak to Dick for the next three galas they had together (the media’s loved it)

Random HCs :

- Roy and Starfire took Jason under his wing because he has the little brother privilege thanks to Dick (and the fact Roy and Starfire were/used to be helplessly in love with Dick has nothing to do with it, not at all)

- Roy genuinely grows fond of Jason (platonically) but he always has an after-thought about Dick whenever he looks at him

- While Roy is tolerated by most of the batfam, Dick is somehow an honorary member of the Arrow family (it’s because of Lian (and Roy))

(Dick is an honorary member of most families in the DC universe)

- Whenever Dick or Roy doesn’t finish his plate, he pushes it to the other who always finish it

- Roy likes most movies he watches and after coming out of a cinema he loves to talk about the movie to analyse it and compliment it. While Dick is a tad more difficult, he also just want to annoys Roy and every time they watch a movie together, Dick ends up saying he didn’t like it just to see Roy go on a rant for the next fifteen minutes

- Dick pretends he’s bad at cooking just to escape the choir and leave it to Roy, who falls for it every time

- Roy braids hair automatically when he’s doing nothing and has someone beside him. Dick is often seen with small braids in his hair

- Roy is never cold while Dick supports heat pretty well. In winter, Roy is Dick’s heater while Roy just hates Dick in summer because the guy always looks good (both figuratively and literally)

Mmmh okay I think I’m done ?

Hope you enjoyed those silly HCs as much as you enjoyed the previous ones 🤗

[artist-heart83]

Sweets and trivia

Stay awake until 3 am for doing these silly things? Yep, that’s me

From 8 au versions of Stella, safety I can say that Trickster, Trivia, PJ and Stellalor are probably the ones who have a bit of lore, (Stellalor being the only one made by me, the aus creator made their own lore for Stella hehehe)

*Eh hem* Now, time to explain the drawings :]

What I have seen and Crystal has told me, the Trickster mode change your personality a lot, one of the side effects is they tend to be more flirtatious, (and other thing, but for obvious reason, Stella doesn’t have that) and Trickster Stella is not the exception

Canon. Stella and Suzy became a couple and Stella tries to manipulated her and after using Suzy, Stella reveals their real intentions and broke Suzy’s heart

Trickster Au. Feelings are more reciprocated and Suzy gay ass fall completely for her, I mean, a cotton candy robot? Hell yeah, I’m gonna kiss that flat face. And Stella really encouraged Suzy, due to the Trickster effect

Just leaving this info and interpret it at your likeness

Trivia Stella drawings are actually based in information that Crystal gave me! Stella doesn’t know about the Dark World and this result of her seeing confused the peach that her dad and his friends carry around

And Trivia Stella is sassy and willing to defend her dad. Even fighting? Probably! But her father probably wouldn’t like that

At least for Trivia Stella I do have info and some of the stuff I could draw it because some of them are wholesome and funny

With the Trickster version, haven’t touch that much, just play with the flirting side of her and that little detail of Suzy relationship for this Stella version. No playing that much with her because I really wanna see Crystal interpretation when she had the time, because a creator knows better about their creation for sure!

Trickster and Trivia Puzzles by: @kuromipuzzles2000

[paradisaeidaes]

giggling !! screaming !! KAVEH ! ILU ILU ILUUU !

** this was on a gc and the ‘she’ she was referring to was me 🙁 also edit two but why did i write osaku in tags rather than osaki im the worlds dumbest girl confirmed

[quietwingsinthesky]

i love that one of the things amara says about chuck is that he “always had terrible taste in men.” amara what does that mean. men didn’t exist yet. what are you talking about. were you peeking outside of your prison just to see how shit your brother was at picking up guys.

[weezerlvr228]

Pinkerton son or blue album daughter

I love Pinkerton and all the songs, but if I ever met a guy who related to ANY of the songs it would be a giant red flag😭 (except for Rivers)

blue album daughter all the way!!!

[arithechair]

Comparison of my oc line up from every year since 2021 (newest to oldest)

Something you might notice is that I started out drawing them like they were strangers and as I progressively “got to know them” they started to look way more like themselves

Every single year when I do this line up I think “oh man, this is it, I’ve peaked” and then next year I do it again better lol

[swordmaid]

thalia comes off as arrogant but she really doesn’t mean any ill will. she does think herself as superior (because of her birth and she’s her father’s heir) and she thinks her opinion is one that’s always worth knowing and hearing because she’s well educated, well informed, pragmatic and a fair judge of character (or so she thinks). except she comes across as annoying as hell and if someone waves her away without a second thought she gets the haughty rich person scowl

[narugen]

got another hoshimina fic idea… it takes them four people and nine years before they get their shit together.

[obstinaterixatrix]

Okay I’m going to draft a letter to my boss.

[heavencasteel420]

In my hypothetical no-UD AU, Joyce and Bob are seriously dating but Hopper is friends with both of them and there are kind of flirtatious vibes all around. But Will and Jonathan are both just like “whatever, let’s not look at that too closely.”

[daydreamerdrew]

Tales of Suspense (1959) #95