#titania-answers

[titania-sleeps]

Woman nutting in man is the only way. We should be like the seahorses. Only then will we reach nirvana

First Rut (Sub!Omega!Yandere x Alpha!Reader)

truly wise words, anon. i would have to heavily agree with you and thus,,, presenting,,, your first rut w adonis where you fuck him crazy and he enjoys it

one Adonis fic down, one more to go!

more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Introduction, Adonis Rides You, Adonis First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse, horny af manwhore omega, blowjob, kinda public sex, reader has dick (GN), minors DNI pls

Fuck. The time has come, hasn't it.

You close your eyes and lean against the hallway as the bustling crowd of students passes you. Dragging yourself by the feet, you trudge your way to hide under the staircase. The dingy area is just enough to curb the strongest of your desires, but there is still a gnawing feeling in you that needs to bite, tear, and consume.

It's only two in the afternoon, but you fetch your phone and send a quick text. Turning your phone off, you slide down the wall, not caring as the rugged edges of the wall snag against your neat uniform.

No more than five minutes pass when you hear quickening steps come your way. A sharp turn around the corner and a form that you're very familiar with emerges from the shadows. With a pretty blush on his face and his eyes wide like a doe, Adonis stands there nervously.

"You, uh, called for me," he breathes, his hands clutching the fraying edges of his sweater.

The sweet scent of roses and lemons attacks your senses, and your nails dig into your palm until it's bleeding. Why did you call him over again?

He seems to notice your state of struggle, so he runs to you, his hand on your shoulder as he brings his forehead to touch yours. It's your responsibility to contain yourself, but it's his mistake to get so close to you. Your hand sneaks around and wraps itself around the nape of his neck, bringing him closer.

"I'm burning," you whisper into his pink-tipped ears. His face erupts into a bright red and he stammers that he'll help you, that you can use him to calm down.

You push him away roughly, locking your arms to your side. You're breathing heavily, your vision growing hazy. You look up and he looks hurt, a worried frown on his usually bright countenance.

"Sorry... I"—God, he looks so cute—"didn't mean to...." Your weak apology brings out an immediate sigh of relief from Adonis. He kneels next to you, his hand placed over yours.

You groan, sending him a particularly piercing gaze. Your gaze burns into him, and you're holding yourself back with everything that you have. He stiffens in response, but his hand remains on yours.

"Class ends in an hour," he begins, his eyes flitting about anxiously, "so if you, um, need help..."

His offer hangs in the air, his clammy hand still laying gently over your own.

You don't need to think. You don't hesitate, because if you do, you might end up regretting what you're about to do. Instead, you submit to your instincts and you drag him down with you, your partner in crime.

Your mouth is on his in an instant, your teeth biting into his bottom lip. His lips part from his gasp, and you slip your tongue in, your free hand trailing under his shirt. Your nail scratches his toned stomach, and he moans into your kiss. You drag your nail down at a lazy pace, and your hand meets the tip of his bulge, straining against his pants.

He detaches from you, panic floating in his eyes. "W-wait, we're still at school—" You grab him by the tie, shutting him up with another messy kiss. He's protesting but you flip him so that he's the one against the wall, your hand placed next to his head on the wall.

"Be a good boy," you mumble in between kisses to his jaw and neck. His protests sputter out, replaced by quiet moans and tiny gasps. He's clutching the collar of your shirt tightly, but he doesn't push you away.

You lick the side of his neck, pressing a kiss onto it. "Very good," you praise. You hear him whisper a shy thank you, and you reward him with a kiss to his collarbone.

Your continued kisses have him gasping for more, but you stop abruptly. He whines, begging for you to keep going, but you have a better idea.

Only a second passes when his face is suddenly met with your cock, hard and red. You grin as his eyes widen like saucers, the blatant lust blossoming on his countenance. He's immediately subdued by the scent of it, his mouth opening subconsciously.

"Suck."

A single word is all he needs.

Adonis starts at your tip, lips brushing gently against you. Inspired by you, perhaps, he stamps small kisses down your entire length. Then he drags his tongue from your base, trailing along the underside of your cock, stopping only when he reaches the tip again. Opening his mouth, he takes you in.

You're melting into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue swirling around your sensitive spots, in a manner that is so intimately familiar with you. His dick is still bulging in his pants, begging to be released.

When he opens his eyes to gaze upon your form, his glance is hazy. He pushes his head down your length, your cock hitting the back of his throat. Adonis grimaces and he flinches, but he remains there, letting his throat do the work. He's gagging on you, and you're so close, but you grab him by his hair and pull your dick out.

"Why?" he whines, mouth opening instinctively, ready to take you in again.

You don't respond, and instead, you lift him up. Surprised, he wraps his arms around you.

"What are you doing—" His lips are met with yours again, and you slip his pants off with a quick flick of your fingers. He gasps into your kiss, but his arms around your neck tighten as he brings you even closer to him.

Adonis's cock leaks precum, dripping onto your shirt. Ignoring it, you push him against the wall, holding him up with one arm and using the other to align your cock to his hole. He moans softly, your tip grazing against his opening. Without warning, you slip your whole length in. It goes in without much resistance, and he's grabbing onto you desperately, face buried in the crevice of your neck.

You thrust up into him roughly, both your arms bracing him against the wall. His legs and arms wrap around your torso tightly as he moans into your neck.

"Fuck, you're so tight around me," you mutter. You shove as much of your cock into him as you can, angling it so it hits his prostate. His insides tighten, embracing your length in waves of convulsions.

"Ah ♡... [Y/N] ♡...!" He calls out your name, body quivering as you fuck up into him with reckless abandon. Every thrust is met with a wet moan and a little bit more of his precum trickling out. He's clinging onto you for dear life, a shaky grin dancing on his lips as his tongue hangs loosely.

You breathe into his neck, dragging your tongue along his neck. Your teeth graze his skin, leaving a burning trail of need on its way. He shudders, choked moans escaping from his throat as his eyes roll up in pleasure. You groan, feeling him spasm around your dick as both you and Adonis approach your limits.

"Bite me ♡," he whimpers into your ear, his breath hot. Your hips stutter, thrown off-guard by his plea; a flame unquelled in you roaring into its full life as your guarded desire is aided by the gas he spills.

But you reel yourself back, deciding to fuck him to oblivion so that he forgets. You can't bite him now; he'll be chained to you forever. And more importantly, you can't imagine doing that to the one person who seems to trust you above all else.

So instead, you lick his neck and give to him small, reassuring kisses. If he wishes for you to bite him in the future, you don't think you'll be able to hold yourself back. For the time being, though, you calm the knot that is forming at the base of your cock and thrust wildly into Adonis. Tears stream down his face as he moans your name over and over again; he speaks only your name and you are all that he sees.

"Please," he begs, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck, "please, please, b-bite me, I can't handle it anymore! ♡"

You bite your tongue, stopping yourself. "Be quiet," you whisper to him, increasing the pace. He obeys surprisingly well, swallowing and muffling his noises.

However, he isn't able to hold it in for long.

"I-I'm close, I wanna cum with you, I want you to mark me! ♡" he exclaims, kissing the corner of your lips. His hands scratch against your back, leaving marks to remind you of this day. Adonis's insides clench, and you shove it deep inside of him, head spinning as you release your thick seed into him.

"Bite me now, please, bite me right now!" he cries, face bright red and dick equally as red.

You don't listen to him and he has no choice but to cum at that very moment, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of being filled. He wiggles in your grasp, nails digging into your back as his dick shoots out white ropes of cum.

His breathing comes out in quivering gasps, but he finds the strength to send you a reassuring smile anyway. He clings onto you, allowing you to lower him onto his feet slowly. Very kind of him, indeed, yet you're still aching for a bit more.

"Uh, do you want to... come over tonight?" Adonis asks, a pretty flush on his face. "Of course, if you don't want to, that's okay too, I know you're busy and—"

You lean in, caging him with one arm. He blushes, closing his eyes. Chuckling, you give him a flick to his forehead.

"Yeah, I'll be there tonight."

He opens his eyes, palm on his forehead, his pants still on the floor. A lovestruck grin is plastered ever-so lovingly on his lips.

not my best work. it only goes up from here?

-> masterlist

[14dayswithyou]

Teo's favourite number is 8 dawg

now would you say that Ren's obsession has turned into the great despair?

⌞♥⌝ Do you want me to start bawling in this empty McDonald's parking lot or what

[savior-pallas-official]

pretend this is anon I hit anon ask limit TwT

Soooo Rhea how do you feel about Titan dismissing Tethys' Chrysalis trauma-?

WHAT

Ooooohhh shit is going down in your family

NUH UH, THIS IS NOT THE CHILD I RAISED

[writing-for-life]

Analysis bait (if you want to):

What attracts Morpheus to a romantic partner in the first place? Like, is there a common "theme", or is each person different?

What's the main reason that Morpheus' romantic relationships fail?

Ah friend, I’m always up for analysis bait! This question has the fandom intrigued, and not for the first time 🤣

I recommend my aimless ramblings that I brought to the page here (more geared towards what might attract him in the first place):

And here (answers a lot about why they fail):

I also had an ask about Dream and Calliope a while back which answers a few additional questions:

I’d say the common theme is: They’re dreamers, or have a strong connection to the Dreaming or meet him there in the first place. There’s naturally also that pesky topic of Desire meddling here and there, but even so, I think the common theme still stands.

What does everyone else think?

@saiyanblood2 ask answered

[noirrelite]

wip of my titania preem oc with eyes that I forgor existed

[real-titania]

*CASTS REVIVAL DESPERATLY, its weaker than some others...but it's a revival*

@real-yucous-ghe

*it doesn’t work, something is blocking the spell* I don’t know about you, but that’s the first pain I’ve ever felt *Titania spoke, rubbing her arm*

[theia-eos]

After reading the first chapter of "like cobwebs in high vaulted ceilings" I became curious to how the others in the army thought of the corrupted church in Begnion, I imagine the ones from Begnion are used to it but I'm not sure about the others, we don't really get to know how many are religious. What do you think?

Gonna do the Greil Mercenaries and Elincia. And inserting a cut for the sake of everyone's dash.

Ike, as we know, was mad about the way the apostle greeted Elincia, and while I don't particularly imagine he was ever strictly religious, he probably learned a little bit from his mother/Rhys and would be disgusted at seeing how bad they were, but I think he grew up with Shinion "I hate the nobility" and Soren "the cynic" too long to be like, totally shocked? Mad, certainly. Just more and more angry at every little thing.

I imagine Mist, given that if Rhys dies prior to chapter 9, she says she learned to use the healing staff from a local church, might also have been a bit bright-eyed and disappointed at the church being corrupt, but again, given who she grew up with, probably upset that they were right.

Titania tends to be optimistically patriotic, and Begnion is the suzerain of Crimea, so I believe she may have been hopeful. But, since Crimea declared it's half independence over rejecting slavery, she may not have had very high expectations. Her expectations were on the floor, but she still wound up disappointed.

Soren was having a grand old time in Begnion for other reasons, likely uncomfortable being in the big church of the church capital of the church country, but is a bit too cynical to be surprised at any of it. His expectations were solidly in hell, and the senators still found a way to limbo beneath the bar.

Shinon likely would have been torn between his two great hates: nobility and laguz, but I think the nobility would have won out because he seems to hate entitlement and arrogance and unearned power (he is shown to learn to respect laguz because of their age and the laguz royals because they have earned their positions), but the corruption of the Begnion church is likely of no surprise to him. Same shit different Tuesday. (oh wow, the most wealthy and powerful nobles on the continent are the scummiest scumbags to ever scum, I'm almost too shocked for words)

Gatrie...I have a hard time getting a read on him sometimes. He's a good guy who values being polite and chivalrous, and I think he would have been disappointed on that front, but I don't know that he had many expectations going into it beyond thinking about seeing the Holy Guard. And they were everything he wanted, and Sigrun and Tanith are good people, so no disappointments to be had.

Oscar and Boyd don't strike me as the type who have put a lot of thought into what Begnion would be. They've been too focused on surviving, so while Oscar was training to be a royal knight, I think they both probably had no expectations going in other than it's the big fancy rich country and that's going to be neat, probably. Oscar was likely quietly frustrated and disappointed, talking only in the privacy of their own quarters, while Boyd was more obviously outraged, similar to Ike. Boyd also frustrated at the days of doing nothing, stifled at the atmosphere.

Rolf likely was like Mist, spending the last year spending a lot of his time with Rhys and may have been a bit excited to see the big fancy rich country, and a little hurt to realize that there was some merit to the comments Shinon made after all.

Elincia may have been hopeful, but I think because of her position and learning from Bastian and Lucia, she may have not been too surprised. Disheartened certainly.

[ask-thearchivists]

Before I do quick question. Can you guys go in different dimensions like other universes?

The Coordinator: Odd question, I did explain it, but that was quite a while ago. The current prevailing theory for Collectors is that if alternate dimensions or universes exist, they are inaccessible, because Collectors are the strongest thing in the universe and we haven't been able to make portals.

The Charmer: Coordinator, I am sorry for ever doubting you, if this mortal is implying what I think they are then we might prove two elusive theories, long researched and agonized over by scholars, to be possible.

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Lostbelt 6 stabbed me and opened a hole in my stomach before scooping out my innards and throwing it in my face.

Everything and everyone was doomed from the start but did it not matter? Did Barghest loving not matter? Did Morgan wanting to give her everything (Britain) to her daughter not matter? Did Melusine's betrayal not matter? Did Titania not matter? Do Castoria's feelings not matter?

I need you to understand that this lostbelt has viscerally wounded me in words that I cannot explain and my buddy-in-arms I need you to understand that once chapter 7 in TWST begins that's centered around adeuyuu and yuugrim I am going to be so, so much worse believe and trust me you will get flashbanged by the many ideas filled with angst in your askbox from yours truly.

-Raynon

I actually think it's extremely heartbreaking to know that Twisted Wonderland and the lostbelts all share a theme of futility and failure.

Jamil was always going to fail.

Vil was always going to fail.

Idia was always going to fail.

Malleus was always going to fail.

Despite them all having great intentions because they are "villains" there will always be a "hero" that will triumph them.

The same goes for Lostbelts, despite their intentions of wanting to create a world in which humanity can thrive as well as fulfill their inadequacies that have followed them into the afterlife, because they went against the flow of Humanity and Earth by bringing back pruned timelines they were destined to fail regardless of their might.

Lostbelt 6 reinforces this. The Fae Knights took on the names of Lancelot, Gawain, and Tristan because, at their core, they wanted to protect and love their people and yet they were never going to succeed because Beryl couldn't give a half a fuck. They ere never going to succeed because of their nature.

And in some ways, Crowley's neglect mirrors Beryl's, though I want to clarify that Beryl's neglect comes from the realization that humanity would not survive a hell he purposefully created and realized he wasn't going to be spared.

It was better to fuck off and save his own ass.

I do think that Ace and Deuce's dreams are going to involve Yuu staying though because they know, in the back of their minds, that Yuu will have to leave.

I just find it so interesting how TWST's most prevalent theme is failure.

Failing yourself, being failed by those around you, a failed system...

Just failure.

[mako-neexu]

i have to stop talking about lb6 blorbos to a friend or i will go crazy from explaining everything djdbxkdnekdbdkfn

[titania-sleeps]

PLEASE JUST GIVE READER THE DICK (GN) I NEED TO BREED HIM

sorry for the late af post, someone nearly crushed one of my fingers. this is not my best work but,,, it shall do for now.

your wish is my command, anon. :3 here's the full scene of you fucking adonis in the janitor's closet bc he needs you so bad...

First Heat (Sub!Omega!Yandere x Alpha!Reader)

more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Introduction, Adonis Rides You

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse, horny af manwhore omega, reader has dick (GN), doggy style, knotting, dacryphilia, minors DNI pls

Adonis pushes you into the janitor's closet, his chest heaving. Sweat clings to his forehead as he sticks to your body. The sweet scent of roses mixed with a tang of lemons wafts through the air.

"Are you alright?" you ask cautiously, using your hands to steady him. Although he stands a few inches taller than you, you can't help but muse at how small he seems in your presence. He hunches over you, as though melting into you would protect him from his scalding lust.

Adonis responds to you with an attempt at a glare. Clearly, he's frustrated; oh, but is that a hint of need in his eyes that you see? You smirk to yourself, his desire for you barely veiled.

"Come closer," you whisper into his ears, sending spikes of shivers down his spine. Hah, as if the two of you aren't close enough already.

He shuffles so that his chest presses against you. He holds his hands behind his back. He's a good boy, and he will wait an eternity for your touch if he needs to.

You reach your arms around his neck, leaning in. Your noses touch, your breath kissing his face. A low whine escapes his throat, and you grin devilishly. His eyes stare into yours, his yearning a spear that pierces your own. You shudder under his gaze, letting your cock grow hard.

You feel a hardness poking at your thigh trapped between his legs. Smiling, you lift your leg for him, and he moans softly under his breath. Moments continue to pass as he grinds carefully against your thigh, breaths growing ragged and whines escalating.

"I... want..." he begins, the first words that have come out of his mouth since he's trapped the two of you in the cramped room. His sentence is broken off by a gasp; you've snuck your hand over his clothed bulge to caress his hardened dick.

"What do you want?" You really don't need to ask, but you love hearing it.

He doesn't hesitate before uttering your name, his entire body leaning onto yours. Desperately, he bucks his hips for any source of friction. Before you can stop him, he moans, hips stuttering and legs giving out. His entire weight is against you, your thigh coated in clear viscosity.

"Don't tell me you're done," you tut, a surge of strength overcoming you as you flip him around.

Adonis doesn't bother protesting and instead steadies himself against the door. He shakes his pants off, bending over.

"I want you," he mutters, shyly spreading his cheeks to reveal his dripping wet hole.

"I don't think I heard you," you tease, taking your own clothes off. He flinches, noticing the smell of your precum.

You can tell he's stopped thinking at this point, his legs shaking in trepidation. You press your tip to his entrance, rubbing and mixing your fluids. It almost seems as though his body is trying to suck you in; his plush insides are begging to be penetrated.

"Please... put it in... I can't handle it anymore," Adonis pleads, breaths shallow and body begging.

You enter him slowly, his hole swallowing your tip immediately. No lube is needed, not when he's this wet and ready for you.

"Please, please, put it in, please!" It seems to take him all his willpower not to slam himself onto your cock. His whining gets louder the more time that passes by with no movement.

He wiggles his hips, trying to get what little bit of you that he can. "Mmm, please!" He turns his head around coyly, eyes watery. A drop of his tears fall and his lips tremble.

"Beautiful," you whisper. You notice the surprise on his face, red blossoming to accompany his stutters of thanks. You grab his arms, holding them firmly behind his back. With words swallowed and breaths held, you thrust into him, enticing a satisfied moan out of Adonis.

"Yes...!" he exhales, his insides clenching greedily onto your cock. You stifle a gasp, feeling a knot form at the base of your cock. Shit, you like this a little too much.

His heart is giddy, running circles in his chest. As the base of your cock engorges and he wraps himself around you wholly, his love for you spills out of his mouth in moans and pleas. If only you could stay in him forever...

He wonders if you would enjoy being called something akin to his spouse. After all, he's already yours; it would only be fair if you're also his, right? All you need to do is mark him, and you will be with him for all eternity.

A particularly rough thrust has him squeezing onto you desperately, a long, drawn-out moan enticed from his throat. His skin burns where you touch, rivers of pleasure blazing from the base of his spine to the very top.

"F-faster!" he begs, his mind melting into the feeling. A mind of emptiness, a vessel molded to your whims and will.

You grind in him, your tip kissing his insides. Every time you hit his sweet spot, he tightens around your cock. A word of praise from you and his legs tremble; a sound from you and cum is dripping weakly from his dick.

"Please—ah!—cum in me, cumcumcumcum—" His words are cut off; you pull him upright, shoving your cock up him fully as you cup your hand around his mouth.

"Quiet," you whisper into his ear. The handle of the door rattles. The two of you hear a grunt of frustration as the janitor stalks off, looking for his keys. As the footsteps fade away, you release him and he releases a shaky moan.

"Did I do well?" he asks you softly. Your cock is throbbing in him and he wants nothing more than for you to finish inside him right now.

He doesn't hear an answer from you and instead, he's shoved against the locked door again, your cock pushing in and out of him relentlessly. His eyes roll up from the stimulation, pleas and moans escaping him even as he tries to remain quiet.

He's about to cum, but then the door rattles again. He whips his head back, panic in his eyes, but you don't stop. The only thing he sees in your eyes is an overwhelming ardor that fills his heart with exhilaration.

He lets you do as you please; your hand snakes to his mouth to muffle his sounds of delight as you bend over him and thrust even harder into him. The door handle jangles and he's biting your hand desperately to prevent getting caught. He doesn't mind if the whole school sees that he belongs to you though. Were it up to him, he would show everyone that he's your omega, and only him.

His eyes widen, adrenaline flowing through his veins. His teeth dig into your skin, but you don't stop. He's convulsing around you in need, the barest of choked moans and tiny gasps making their way out of his throat. You're hugging him closer now, and he can no longer control his body. He needs you to cum in him, to bite him now and possess him entirely.

Adonis wants to beg so terribly, to show you just how much he loves you and how you make him feel, but no words come out and instead, his toes curl and he's pushing you deeply into him and he's just feeling so much—

A loud gasp, and his cock spills out globs of cum; his insides are wringing all that they can out of you. And you comply, because he's been so good for you.

The janitor finally leaves and, without any rest, the two of you rush to get dressed. His love for you overflows, and so does the cum that you've stuffed in him. He takes extra care to keep your cum inside of him; remnants of you that he can keep to himself for the time being. You give him a smirk and a kiss on his sweaty forehead before rushing out the door, right as the bell rings. His hands reach out as he attempts to stop you, but they grab air. He stares at your back, yearning and not nearly satisfied.

It's rushed and he knows that you don't mean to leave him behind. Surely, you care for him. After all that, he just knows that he's the only one for you.

Although you didn't bite him this time, he will make sure that you do next time! But first, he needs to deal with the pesky janitor who kept interrupting you two...

-> masterlist

[gree-gon]

I'll offer your a Shelly headcanon from me: She is best friends with that Gothictelle from the Beryl Library and spends her time reading books there. Also after befriending Titania (I love their friendship so much) they both tend to go to the library whatever free time they have (a great escapism among books^^). And sometimes she falls asleep on Titania's lap for awhile when the latter reads :3

that's so cute !!! i love their dynamic sm

[ofluminance-a]

“Because I care about you, okay?” (Gray to Erza)

sharing her feelings, is something she's still learning to get a better grasp over. for so long, erza had closed off her heart: tired of waiting for someone who'd never feel the same way about her that she did, him. it was gray that pulled erza back, and then showed her what it was to feel when she'd thought she'd lost all feeling all together.

even if she was titania, she was still human. and even she, yes, made mistakes. there was a time to wear armor, and also a time for it to come off. it was long past overdue that gray deserved the latter.

with one of the softest smiles that erza can muster, she lets her gaze linger on gray, and nods her head. " okay. " she repeats, as if reminding herself of the promise she gave to him now, " i do hope that you know how much you mean to me also, gray. i fear, i may not express it enough. "

beside him on a bench beneath the midnight blue sky behind the guild hall, erza leans her head towards his shoulder and takes deep breath. for the first time all evening, she finally feels relaxed in gray's arms. " forgive me, sharing such wishes and desires; it's all rather new to me. it may take some time to better express all that to you. i hope, that, you're alright with that? " a pause to look up at him before erza continues, brushing raven colored hair from his eyes. " but --- do know, gray: that there is no one else that i'd rather share these moments with, than you. "

[rwac96]

Type: Ask

AU: Original Male Stud AU + Crossover AU

Fandom: RWBY, Darkstalkers, Street Fighter, Fairy Tail

Summary: Nora dare Jaune to walk up and say “Tonight…You” to Pyrrha, Lilith, Chun-Li, and Erza. How do these girls react to this situation?

Theme: Nora is a troll, Jaune has many regrets, Sexual Humor, Jaune is in danger

Meme: Tonight…You Meme, Truth or Dare Meme

Nora: C'mon, Jaune, it's either that or get called chicken!

Jaune: *exhales* Why me? *walks off to the gathered women*

Nora: I could've pulled a dare on Ruby, but Yang threatened my pancake funding.

*Jaune approached the quartet of women, grimacing at his next choice of words*

Pyrrha: Oh, hello again, Jaune. Is there something you want?

Jaune: *blushing* Tonight...you~.

Pyrrha: *blushing, brushing her thighs close together* P-Pardon me?

Erza: *blushing as well* PERVERT! *unsheathes her sword, but is stopped by Chun-Li*

Chun-Li: I have to say, very bold.

Lilith: *grinning* Oh, such a naughty boy. *winks at Jaune*

Nora: *watching with intrigue* Huh, I expected a beatdown. *shrugs her shoulders* Oh, well.

[rozetheeuwu]

silly fern, hardy or titania hcs?

Silly, hmmm lets see,,,

Fern:

Knows the lyrics and dance moves from Bet on It from High School Musical 2 by heart, he would never let anyone know this though.

Secretly enjoys botany, he's very passionate about it actually

He's really into e-sports

Hardy:

He isn't great at most subjects in school but absolutely excels at English and has top grades in it.

Although he mainly plays guitar he knows how to play some other instruments (I can see him knowing how to play drums and piano a bit, he also owns a keytar but it's mainly for show)

If he reads a book he prefers non fiction

Titania:

Next to fantasy she enjoys mystery and historical fiction

Horrible spice tolerance (you know what, she shares this trait with Hardy) but does like bitter food.

She has a twitter account but she only has exactly one tweet on it and it's a quote retweet dunking on either Fern or Hardy (maybe even both).

[clownishshit]

something that I thought was a bit of a missed opportunity A Court of Thorns and Roses series is that the world building doesn't really feel like a fantasy world sometimes and takes you out of the immersion or that things aren't fully fleshed out with certain characters.