#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

[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

[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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[princesscatherinemiddleton]

The Royal Fandom Summer 2024 Photo Challenge!

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[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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[twinrot-arts]

Spotted

7-24 - Fan Art - For Others. Another super late, long-lost gift, this time for our sible~ He plays Arknights and thought it would be neat to see us draw one of the characters, so here the Lupo with big wolf...~ Really like how this came out, and glad we decided to do a big revamp on the sketch when we found it again-- Enjoy...~ Only we and Knight may use, do not steal.

Do Not Repost/Use/Remove Caption. Like this? Consider following~ Art © twinrot -- Projekt Red (c) Hypergryph

[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 🐶

[damistrolls]

hi i actually lined and colored this

[praline1968]

[official-rugi]

Lil birthday doodle i made for @damistrolls I hope u had a good birthday dude!! Lupo is ... hot so so cool > w <

[adokle]

Lupo from Shining in the Darkness.

Thought it interesting how lithe he seemed in his artwork compared to some of the later wolf beastmen in the Shining series.

[bullet-prooflove]

Pushy - Cyrus Lupo x Reader

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When Ed leaves it sends Cyrus into a tailspin because he feels entirely culpable. He’s the one that dug up the evidence that put Ed in Cutter’s path, he’s the one that found April, the woman he’d been trying to hide, he’s the one that tanked the other man’s career. You watch it happen over a series of weeks. You see how downtrodden he becomes; despite Ed’s parting words he still feels the burden of that responsibility.

When there’s a knock on the door, he doesn’t expect to see you standing there with a bag of takeaway food in your hand from that place down the street, the one he’s always raving about because it’s completely authentic. He’s clad in plaid pyjama bottoms and a navy blue t-shirt.

“I have food.” You inform him before taking a DVD out of your satchel. “And I have Demolition Man.”

He laughs because it’s a call back to the way he used to handle his shit back in the day. The woman he loved, snuggled against him on the couch, the two of you eating Chinese food and watching 90s action movies.

He opens the door to let you in and you’re instantly assailed by Otto wagging his tail and snuffling at you because he wants to show you the new duck toy that Jude got him. The damn thing has been driving Cyrus quietly mad because it honks whenever he bites down onto it. He takes the food from your hands before retreating to the kitchen. He glances over his shoulder to see you crouching down, placing kisses on the top of Otto’s head.

“Have you been looking after him, yes you have? Yes, you have.” You say and he finds the edges of his lips tipping up into a smile because this is how he envisioned his future with you once upon a time.

He’s in the midst of plating up the food when you come into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

“Ed’s tried to call you a few times.”

“Yea, I know.” He says with a heavy sigh. “I’ve been busy.”

You don’t speak and neither does he, it’s a classic interrogation technique, letting the silence hang so that the perp feels the need to fill it.

“I don’t know what to say.” He tells you, placing his hands on the surface of the counter. “When my brother died, I wasn’t in a good space, he helped me to get my head on straight, took me under his wing and I repaid him by helping them indict him.”

“It wasn’t as simple as that.” You remind him.

“It kind of was.” He snaps at you.

“Do you think Ed would be calling you if he thought that was true?” You ask him. “He knows how tough this was on you, the position he put you in.”

The line of his jaw tenses. He knows you’re making sense, what happened between him, and Ed is a two-way street. If the other man had been upfront Cyrus wouldn’t have gone digging, if Cyrus hadn’t have gone digging Ed wouldn’t have been vindicated.

“I’ll call him.” He says finally.

 “You could text him.” You suggest, pushing his phone towards him across the counter. “Like right now?”

“I forgot how pushy you were.” He mutters, picking up his phone and typing out a message before setting it back down on the counter. “Happy?”

“Yea.” You say as you collect the takeaway containers and deposit them in the bin.  “Sometimes you just need a little shove in the right direction.”

“I appreciate this you know?” Cyrus says as you wash your hands in the sink. “You coming over here, cheering me up.”

“We’re friends.” You say softly, your shoulder nudging gently against his as you dry your hands. “Friends take care of each other.”

“Is that all we are?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours. “Because it feels like it’s been heading towards more for a while now.”

“Cyrus…” You begin but the words die away because he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours.

It’s tender, the way he kisses you. His lips soft as they caress yours. It’s a rush, a heady mix of feelings and sensations that you’ve spent the best part of a year trying to deny. He kisses you until you’re breathless, until all you can think about is the press of his firm body against yours. Your hands rake through his unruly curls, and he moans into your mouth at the sensation. You want him, you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone. Your fingers trail underneath the hem of his t-shirt…

The sound of your phone cuts through the air, interrupting the moment. You break away unwillingly, your forehead coming to rest on his, your body tingling with anticipation as you withdraw your phone from your back pocket.

“I forgot I’m on call tonight.” You murmur as you survey the message. “It’s Lennie, I’ve got to go.”

“I get it.” He tells you, pulling away reluctantly.

“But I want to do this again.” You tell him, grasping the bottom of his t-shirt and tugging him back towards you.

“Yea?” He asks as he smiles down at you.  

“Definitely.” You tell him before raising up on your tiptoes and stealing another kiss.

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[aprincesadegales]

The Princess of Wales June 2024 Photo Challenge

2. Favourite photo(s) of Catherine in 2011 or 2012

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

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Day Seven: Favourite photo(s) of royals and their pets