#Lupo

[ortopriamo]

Filmato gentilmente concesso dal cugino che abita nell' Appennino tosco-emiliano. Un bellissimo esemplare di lupo.

[tempest-tales]

Che nessuno conosce.

[ragazzoarcano]

“Ho imparato pochissime cose e te le dico. La prima è che il lupo non è, come ti hanno detto nelle favole, cattivo. Il lupo non è né cattivo né buono, sono aggettivi che noi gli applichiamo addosso mentre lui ne è totalmente ignaro; il lupo azzanna solo per fame. L'uomo azzanna non per fame ma per invidia, per gelosia, per rivalità e questo, a differenza del lupo, lo rende colpevole.”

— Andrea Camilleri

[leonisandmurex]

Favourite photo(s) of Catherine with her children — movie poster aesthetic

POW June 2024 challenge

[kingmaryscrown]

[roxannefrostfox]

BODY SWAP!!!

This is going to be in the next chapter of Chaos & Clarity “Carousel Calamity”

Stay tuned for more updates (art, stories, comics) 💙

(I could’ve done the art better, but I’m tired. I’m sorry 😞)

💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛

[bullet-prooflove]

The Hardest Part: Cyrus Lupo x Reader

Tagging: @darqchilddaydreamz @words-and-seeds @infinity-mars @tkappi @greenies-green @trublu2u @kmc1989

Warnings: Mentions of abortion

You don’t want an abortion. Cyrus doesn’t want an abortion. However the two of you are sitting in the clinic waiting to be called through for that exact procedure. He swallows hard, trying to choke back the agony that claws at the inside of his chest as his gaze remains fixated on the wall. He’s too terrified to look at you. He knows the moment he does, he’ll completely shatter and you need him to be strong right now, for the both of you.

He reaches for your hand, his fingers entwined with yours before he squeezes it lightly. You’re shaking, he can feel the tremor underneath your skin as his lips brush over your temple.

“It’ll be ok.” He whispers in an attempt to sooth you. “We’re going to be ok.”

You nod silently and he can tell you’re trying not to cry.

It destroys the both of you being here today. You’d been trying for almost a year before it happened, you’d been ecstatic when you’d shown him the little blue cross and Cyrus, he doesn’t remember ever being so happy because finally the two of you were starting a family. He remembers being curled up in bed with you that night, his palm resting on your abdomen as he caressed the place where his baby resided.

It’s at the second ultrasound appointment that everything starts to fall apart. He hears the intake of the doctor’s breath as she looks at the screen and he knows that’s something wrong. It’s a couple of hours later that they reveal the diagnosis of the tests they’ve been conducting.

Meckel Gruber Syndrome.

The child you’re carrying, his daughter. She won’t last more than a couple of hours after birth.

It devastates the both of you.

“I can’t do it.” You tell him later that night. You’re tucked under a blanket on the couch, your knees drawn up to you chest. You’ve been there all night, while he walks around the apartment like a ghost, going through the motions. “I can’t carry her all that way and then let her go Cy, I’m sorry I can’t, I just can’t.”

You break down then. It’s the first sign of emotion you’ve shown since the diagnosis, until now you’ve been stoic, numb and now it feels like your heart is being wrenched right out of your chest. He’s relieved in a way because you’re only saying what he’s been thinking, you were just the first one brave enough to say it. He isn’t strong enough to hold his child in his arms, to watch her take her last breath, to feel her slip away.  

Choosing to terminate the pregnancy is the hardest decision either of have ever had to make but it’s the right one. He doesn’t want his daughter’s first and last hours in the world to be filled with pain.

It’s the sound of the nurse calling your name that draws his attention back to the present. He raises to his feet alongside of you, his palm smoothing over your back in a show of solidarity. It’s only then that the nurse shakes her head.

“Please…” He whispers, his eyes stinging. “She’s my wife, our baby…”

“I’m sorry.” The nurse tells him and he can tell she means it. When she looks at you, it’s with kindness, compassion. “I promise we’ll take good care of her.”

This, he thinks, this is the hardest part.

Letting you endure the procedure alone, not being able to say goodbye his daughter.

He can tell you feel the same way so he cradles your face between his hands, his thumbs ghosting over your cheeks as he looks into your eyes.

“I’ll be right here ok?” He says gruffly as his forehead comes to rest on yours. “The two of us, we’re gonna get through this.”

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[damistrolls]

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[royal-confessions]

“It will never not be funny to me that Harry didn’t forget to include in his memoir that William and Kate’s dog, Lupo (RIP), barked loudly at him and Meghan when they visited William and Kate. I trust dog’s judgment more than people. That detail is all I needed to know, tbh. Harry definitely did himself a disservice by including that lmao” - Submitted by Anonymous

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

The Royal Fandom Summer 2024 Photo Challenge!

Day Eighteen: Favourite photo(s) of a royal pet in the sun!

[seduction-fatale78]

Puoi esser Lupo o Cappuccetto... non importa... ma se non sei nel bosco giusto non inizia nessuna favola.

dal web

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[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

To all the bloggers sharing themed favorite photos of The Princess, thank you for taking the time & effort to add such joy to our hearts & minds. Here's a little love from fur baby Lupo 🐶

[praline1968]

[bullet-prooflove]

Creep: Cyrus Lupo x Reader

Tagging: @darqchilddaydreamz @words-and-seeds @infinity-mars @tkappi @greenies-green @trublu2u @kmc1989

It’s early when Cyrus gets to his desk, so early that it’s still dark outside. He’d left you in bed this morning, tucked up in his sheets. You’d given a little grumble when he’d slipped away, his lips brushing over your forehead.

Benard trails in a few minutes later, a takeout cup of coffee in each hand. Cyrus thanks Christ because he can tell the pot in the machine has been sitting there all night and he doesn’t have the energy to clean it. It’s when he sits down that he notices the brown A4 envelop resting on his desk. His name is written on the front in block capitals, he looks to Bernard but he’s busy slapping the side of his computer monitor because it’s still on the fritz.

He can’t comprehend what he’s seeing at first, the glossy images sliding out of the envelop, fluttering across his desk. It isn’t until he bundles them together and begins sorting through them that he understands the nature of the pictures, how detrimental they are.

He can only guess they’ve been taken from the fire escape of his apartment, the one that looks into his bedroom. There must have been a gap in the curtains when he took you to bed last night because he’s seeing the event in full colour, playing out in these images. He feels his cheeks heat as he studies them. Your nude form filled with him as he brings you to rapture. Somehow it’s both erotic and humiliating at the time.

He knows whose doing this, what the threat is.

Keep investigating this case and these pictures get released. It’s embarrassing for him but for you, it would ruin everything. He’d get a clap on the back and an atta boy, you’d be branded a whore for enjoying a consensual, loving act. His blood is boiling when he steps into Van Buren’s office, closing the door behind him. He sets the envelop down in front of her before taking up residence in the guest chair, his hands running through his unruly curls.

“I found this on my desk this morning.” He tells her as she flicks through the images. “They’re trying to warn me off the case.”

Her mouth twists up in distaste as she surveys the images before she sets the envelop back down upon her desk.

“Does she know?” Van Buren asks him and Cyrus looks down at his hands, the ones that undressed you last night.

“No.” He says roughly. “L.T, this is…they shouldn’t even exist.”

“You’re gonna have to tell her.” Van Buren tells him, placing her palm upon the envelop. “If these get leaked and she’s unprepared…”

She shakes her head before taking the envelop and putting it into the top drawer of her desk. She takes the key out of her pocket, locking it before she turns her attention back to him.

“Those will never see the light of day.” She promises him before clasping her hands together and leaning toward. “I can take you off the case, give it to someone else but there’s no guarantee that they won’t try to use these pictures to blackmail you into interfering.”

“Gia wouldn’t want that anyway.” Cyrus says, rubbing his palms over his weary features. “She’d tell me to go after them with everything I’ve got, especially after this.”

“She’s a brave girl, a tough one.” Van Buren says knowingly. You’ve been on her team for over three years now and she’s never seen you falter.

“I need some time…” Cyrus begins and Van Buren gestures towards the door of her office.

“Go talk to Gia, make sure she’s on board.” She tells him before picking up the phone and cradling it under her ear. “I’m going find out, who’s been creeping around on your fire escape.”

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[damistrolls]

hi i actually lined and colored this

[noneun]

Una montagna con sopra un lupo è una montagna più alta.

—Edward Hoagland