#i saw a man so beautiful i started crying etc etc etc

[baldyeosang]

pinkhwa has returned and im so normal about it

[dellamortte]

With you here, like this? I’d rather stay awake.

[ritasanderson]

[neiptune]

I don't know who this natsuki seba is but I'm in love

[zibanejad]

99

[j-a-nuary]

Like father

Like son

[saxonratliffs]

have you watched mother may i? kyle is particularly pretty in it :)

not yet but it’s on my list of movies to watch :-)

[holmsister]

Laios works part-time at a grocery store and is a mildly successful twitch streamer and one time this really fucking hot shirtless dude wanders into frame and everyone on Laios' chat starts freaking out like WHO THE FUCK IS THAT- HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MAN SO BEAUTIFUL YOU STARTED CRYING- LAIOS THERES A HOT DUDE THERE- and Laios is like ahahah that's my friend Kabru! He sometimes comes over after the gym to take a shower while I make him dinner! He loves my food! And everyone in chat is like LAIOS ARE YOU STUPID- LAIOS FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK- LAIOS HES AFTER ANOTHER KIND OF MEAT- and Laios is a little bit offended like. No! He's just nice! Don't be mean you'll make him uncomfortable!

And then someone recognizes Kabru like "OH SHIT I SAW HIS FOUR PARTER ON ART AND MENTAL ILLNESS IT MADE ME CRY" and they dig up his SMs and he's like. A political commentator and activist/youtuber who speaks like 9 languages and has an history degree despite being like 22 and is working towards an anthropology degree now and pays the bills by being a fucking. Fashion model and there's INSANE photoshoots of him in all sort of artsy high fashion pictures in b&w like covered in bloodied bandages in BDSM gear dressed like a priest etc etc interspersed with like very good thinkpieces on consumerism and art and politics and the very rare YouTube 4-parters on random subjects with INCREDIBLE visuals and everyone is like what the fuck. What the FUCK Laios how do you even KNOW this dude and Laios is like he kept showing up at the grocery store during my turn and asking for ideas on what to make for dinner and one guy in chat asks but aren't you usual on at nighttime and he's like yeah it was like 3am for the most part and everyone is like LAIOS PLEASE

[lostpiewrites]

Bofurin Boys as Bfs (pt.2) 💫

Ft : Mitsuki Kiryu , Kaji Ren , Umemiya Hajime

a/n: this is the part 2. if you want to read , the part 1 is here. it has some slight manga spoilers of the latest chapters. But i hope you enjoyy... (art credit for : _sakuraharuka._ on insta).

Mitsuki Kiryu

This man is the perfect bestie bf. He knows what to wear. So you as his gf go to him more than you go to your girl besties. He dresses you like a runway model without even trying because he himself dresses like that too. Goes out for shopping with you , picks clothing to you according to your taste and body shape and gives you detailed opinions on what to combine together. Wears matching outfits with you but in a subtle way , like matching colors or designs etc. (Mans is bf goals confirmed)

He has long hair and a baby face so he KNOWS about bodycare. With him your skin is glowing and your hair is more voluminous , more beautiful and longer than it has ever been. He tries out face masks or beauty products and does skincare with you as a date. If you ever want to go into a spa or just a simple waxing/laser session , he comes with you without further questions.

He has lots of piercings. So if you ever were to get one, he knows where does it hurt , how to keep it clean without getting infected etc. Would pick your earrings and jewelry for you. Would even get you to a professional skin type test to find out if you are a gold girl or a silver girl.

He has an older sister so he knows about female body. Not only about periods but monthly phases too and helps you through them emotionally. But would tease you when you get touchy with him more than normal and say sth like "sbd is ovulating i see ? 😏"

Would have matching phonecases with you. 100% , without a single doubt.

Would start playing a videogame/ rp game to bond with you more. and get addicted to it later on

Defends you like a guardian angel if you have a shitty family. Whether its financially or emotionally , he tries to become your safe space so you can build your independence and cut contacts with them later on. (I believe its canon because in the manga we have seen the way he scolds his elder sister)

Kaji Ren

He is a fighter , a monstrous one at that. So if you are dating him , it means that you are already used to it. A coward girl is not meant for him and he respects your bravery. 100% fell in love with you when you saw him lose his temper and instead of running away in fear , you came to him to patch up his wounds and hug him to calm him down.

He always carries his headphones around his neck. If you were to forget yours or they run out of battery , he offers his. Says he can handle people's shit for a few hours. Spoiler : definitely can't , gets overwhelmed too easily but you are worth the try in his opinion.

He also always carries around at least 5 lollipops so if you get upset , crave sth sweet on the go or experience a low blood sugar in a sudden ; he carefully unwraps and gives one to you.

He is always there for you when it matters. He is quiet but his presence speaks volumes when you need him the most. You could yap , cry or complain about anything and he is over there listening to you with his full attention.

He doesn't talk much. He doesn't even hear much , let alone talking. He has music blasting in his ears 24/7 and ripping his eardrums. But when you are around him to ground him back to the Earth , he takes it off and hangs it over his neck. Also he takes it off because he worries if you were to say sth to him but he didn't hear it.

He once said "Things are quiet in my mind when you are around". And that brought tears into your eyes because coming from him , that is the BEST compliment you could ever get.

Makes playlists sent directly from HEAVEN. This man has an immaculate music taste and you can't convince me otherwise. Because come on , who could say that a man who listens music 24/7 to keep himself sane enough doesn't know the best songs out there ? Has a different playlist for every different activity. And gifts you a new one on your birthday.

Not only that but he also has an insane amount of musical background knowledge. Like you are listening to an edit where the music is a masterpiece but the poster decided to be a dck and didn't write it's name on anywhere of the post , he just hears it and goes "x song by y artist , posted by z person on Youtube and the slowed version for edits". Or you can ask him about sth that you deem to be totally unknown , sth like tibetan throat singing , but he recommends a few names right on top of his mind.

I also think it's canon that he listens to ASMR a lot because it calms his mind down and helps him sleep after a long day of fights.

Umemiya Hajime

This man is a respected and loved leader of a school of gang members. So you date him , you have about 300 boys under your command. Especially one that is named Sugishita (lol). They are always at your beck and call because you are like a mom in their eyes. Esp if you cook for them , bring them water/drinks and patch up their wounds. You get out of home alone at midnight safely and happily knowing that you don't have to worry about anything with these guys having your back.

We all know Umemiya LOVES gardening. So if you ever to show a slight interest in it ,he deadass kneels down and proposes right then and there. Also grows vegetables and fruits and proudly presents them to you with a content smile because he wants you to eat healthy. How can you reject him ? You can't.

He cuddles with you on the hammock that he has at the rooftop of his school. Also stargazes with you on cloudless nights at the same exact spot.

Dating with him also made you grow closer with Kotoha , his honored sister. She is a mature, funny and easy-going person , one that you are happy you are friends with. Also she gives you free omelette rices just because she likes seeing Umemiya happy even tho she acts like she doesn't care. That's her way of thanking.

Also after you started dating Umemiya, Hiragi started drinking less pills for his stomach , only because he doesn't have to deal with Umemiya anymore. You are a goddess , an angel in his eyes and he will forever be grateful for you. He comes over and reports everything to you instead of him. You laugh at him avoiding your bf and his shenanigans but happily go over to your bf and give him the deets about the latest fight first years had with KEEL.

[dootznbootz]

Odysseus always trusted Penelope. He was ordered to lie to her and it hurt him to do so. Penelope was distrustful of this stranger until she had absolute solid proof.

There are way too many people talking about how "Odysseus lies to Penelope. What a prick!" and it makes me sad/mad as that's not the case at all

The whole "Odysseus usually always has a reason to lie" maybe upcoming essay aside, He was literally commanded by Athena to not tell anyone. And it was with Penelope that he had the hardest time keeping up the act with. Not only because she's smart af and figured him out almost immediately (that essay coming soon too) but because he was trying to keep himself from crying with her.

I think people forget that he is disguised to look like someone else completely. If a random man claimed to be your missing husband, wouldn't you be scared/freaked out?

Anyways, the 3 most important people in his life are Penelope, Telemachus, and Laertes. He lies to all three.

Telemachus: Lied by letting Eumaeus answer him and still under the orders from Athena, did not cry or reveal himself until Athena allowed him to. (I read it as him being in shock. Last time he saw him, Telemachus' hand could only wrap around one finger and now he's as big as him. a bit shocking to say the least)

Laertes: He teared up seeing him but still decided to question and test his father, not by the order from Athena.

Penelope: He was trying so hard to keep from crying, tried to noodle his way out of lying to her, Under Athena's orders. still couldn't help but basically flirt with her.

Also to get this outta the way: No, it wasn't a matter of trust. He is shown to trust her right away. As this happens even before he gets the chance to speak with Penelope.

Staunch Odysseus glowed with joy to hear all this— his wife's trickery luring gifts from her suitors now, enchanting their hearts with suave seductive words but all the while with something else in mind.

(Book 18, Fagles)

If Odysseus does not trust her, why is he so happy to see her "flirt" with the suitors? It's because he KNOWS what she's doing and knows she doesn't actually want them. If he didn't trust her, he would be upset by this.

Now for the "it hurt to lie to her" bit.

Athena's command:

"Tell not a single person in the palace, man or woman, that you are back from your wanderings; but endure all vexations in silence and submit yourself to the indignities that will be put upon you.'

(Book 13, Rieu)

If you are my son—truly of our blood—                                            let no one hear Odysseus is back home. Don’t let Laertes know or the swineherd, or the slaves, or Penelope herself.

(Book 16, Johnston)

And the people he did reveal himself to, he only did so after being given permission by Athena.

Athene spoke to him. 'The time has come,' she said, 'royal son of Laertes, Odysseus of the nimble wits, to let Telemachus into your secret, so that the pair of you may plot the downfall and death of the Suitors and then make your way to the famous city. [...]

(Book 15, Rieu)

He talks to Telemachus before talking to Penelope.

I’ll stay here, so I can stir the servants even more— and your mother. As she laments, she’ll ask for each and every detail.”

(Book 19, Johnston)

Odysseus is already sweating about having to lie to her

The next part would honestly be me just inserting almost ALL the text for this so I'll go into a summary. It's all in Book 19.

Penelope asks him where he's from. And instead of answering, it's a tsunami of compliments. Calling her flawless. Comparing her to a king. etc, etc,

Probably because he couldn't help himself and had to babble about how wonderful she is Who wouldn't? before finally ending with "Please don't ask me where I'm from. It makes me sad."

Penelope, probably overwhelmed by his praise, immediately goes into how "her beauty left with her husband. It did not. And where did you say you were from again?"

"Fine! I'm from Crete..."

And we all know that as soon as she starts crying, after a lovely description of how her tears "melted", he talks about how hard it was for Odysseus to hold in his OWN tears. Lying to her and being unable to comfort her was painful for him!!!

But though Odysseus' heart was wrung by his wife's distress, his eyes, hard as horn or iron, never wavered between their lids, so craftily did he repress his tears.

(Book 19, Rieu)

I love Robert Fitzgerald's translation so as a treat:

[...] so her white cheeks were wetted by these tears shed for her lord--and he close by her side. Imagine how his heart ached for his lady, his wife in tears; and yet he never blinked; his eyes might have been made of horn or iron for all that she could see. He had this trick-- wept, if he willed to, inwardly.

(Book 19, Fitzgerald)

Even with him revealing himself to Euryclea, when she cried out to Penelope, Athena made sure she didn't hear! It's most likely that he wouldn't be able to tell her even if he wanted. Athena was planning something, just as Penelope was.

She spoke, and her eyes glanced over at Penelope, anxious to tell her that her husband had come home. But Penelope could not see her face or notice, for Athena had diverted her attention.

(Book 19, Johnston)

He desperately wanted to be with her again. Literally daydreaming about it!

At those words Dawn rose on her golden throne in a sudden gleam of light. And great Odysseus caught the sound of his wife’s cry and began to daydream—deep in his heart it seemed she stood beside him, knew him, now, at last …

(book 20, Fagles)

Clearly doesn't trust her. /sarcasm

It's PENELOPE that has trouble trusting him. And rightfully so! While she was very certain that was her husband, there was so much going on and of course, she's cautious! He looked like an elderly stranger at first, why is he hiding from her? He somehow took out all those men with only a little help, Athena isn't telling her anything, Helen was kidnapped and she did not want that to possibly happen to her too, etc.

He even understands her cautiousness to be reasonable.

As she spoke, lord Odysseus, who had borne so much, smiled and immediately spoke to Telemachus— his words had wings:   “Telemachus, let your mother test me in these halls. She will soon possess more certain knowledge. Right now I’m filthy, with disgusting clothing on my body. That’s why she rejects me and will not say I am Odysseus. [...]

(Book 23, Johnston)

He even trusted her completely to take care of everything while he was gone before. And he does again when he wakes up and goes to see his father. Telling her about how she too wise to need instruction

Odysseus (and Penelope as well) is well-known for his cunning tricks and how his loyalties are often blurred but one thing that is for sure about him is that he trusts and is loyal to Penelope full-heartedly. He spent every day missing her and their son and wanting to go home to her. The only moment we see his trust in her waver is during the Treebed scene, (which is what she wanted to test).

They are "like-minded". 😭

[grudgecollector]

Nam-gyu NSFW headcanons

A/N: Things are about to get NAYSTY. I'd like to apologize to god, and whoever isn't into this man for what i'm about to say.

SIKE

Alright let's get started shall we?

(^me getting ready to ruin my own life by being with a man like him)

꩜ This man is and always will be a freak in my mind. So hard hitters first. This man is a panty sniffer. I'm sorry someone had to say it but he just seems like the type of CREEP that would be, this is literally the first thing that came to mind when I saw him. I don't make the rules (yes i do, i'm literally the one writing this).

꩜ He likes being in control most of the time, but sometimes that facade will falter, small little whimpers and moans slipping from his pretty lips. Eyes fluttering in pleasure, lip trapped between his teeth, the whole nine.

꩜ Loves choking and being choked. He loves the power he has when his hand is around your throat, your pulse under his fingers. The way it brings a smirk to his lips... But vice versa, he loves the light headed feeling, the way it literally takes his breath away when you're kissing, he almost instinctively brings his hand up to make you tighten your grip on him.

꩜ LOVES having his hair pulled when you're kissing, good GAWD, it drives him crazy. This is the quickest way to make him crumble, a few tugs at his hair and he's going feral.

꩜ Don't get me wrong though, this man can make a night romantic enough, draws a bath yada yada, then fucks you into the sheets until you can't feel your legs. Kisses you, cleans you up.

꩜ Favorite position? Face down ass up, he loves that he can reach down, grab you by your throat or your hair, force your back against his chest as he fucks into you. OR he'll lay himself down on top of you, trapping you underneath him as he slowly, torturously, thrusts himself inside you. Drawing it out. He loves hearing the whines come from your mouth.

꩜ He has a FILTHY mouth. and he WILL call you a bitch, no matter your gender. But he also uses a fair share of other loving pet names to shower you in "You like that don't you, bitch?" "Baby you're squeezing around me so tight... fuck." "Don't be shy now, bitch, tell me how much you love it." "You can take it, honey... shit."

꩜ Absolutely loves cumming inside, you're on the pill or can't get pregnant? Even better. This man is a risk taker. But he loves how messy it can get when he comes on your stomach, back, or face. God it's like he's claiming you as his in his mind.

꩜ I don't want to touch on him eating pussy, only because if we were thinking REALISTICALLY this man does NOT know how to eat pussy, but that doesn't mean he won't at least TRY. But since he's fictional and I like to indulge myself, he at least knows enough to make you squirm, gripping onto his hair, crying out his name, etc etc. And it makes him so fucking hard.

꩜ (If I REALLY wanted to be self indulgent though) On those nights where he'll cave just enough to let you be more dominant, he'll call you mommy. Moan it so breathlessly into your ear to the point where you're light headed, god and he would sound so pathetic while saying it, voice almost cracking, cheeks flushed, eyes lidded. He'd look so beautiful, neck covered in hickeys, lips wet from hurried kisses.

[athenaluciscaelum]

Pairing:DMC5 Dante x Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3134 word

Warning: unprotected sex, nsfw, talk of marriage

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Disclaimer

A constructive criticism in right tone can be welcome. But anything unkind or disrespectful or homophobic or any hate shall be deleted. I do not entertain such things and I do not mind simply deleting them. This being said I will try my best to put trigger warning rightfully in every post but if sometimes, I miss something. You can let me know and educate me on topic respectfully and I will add it promptly.

My Beautiful Bride

Summary: You and Dante have been dating for the longest time. Surprisingly, it was not you who wanted marriage, but Dante.

You and Dante had been dating for quite a while, it's been more than two years now, since you first met, and about 18 months of dating. You still remember the day you met him in the library, and you acted all weird. Later you think to yourself, 'why does it matter? If I was weird, it's not like I might see him again. But you saw him, again and again and again and again. Dante was like a sweet drug that you need in your life. He smiled, people claimed he rarely smiled. But you always saw him smiling and you loved that smile. You swear to yourself this smile is worth everything, and you swear to make him the happiest man, so no matter how hard it gets, nothing will stop you from making this man smile.

You were a little selfish, you wanted him to always smile, yet wishing that if not all, most of those smiles were because of you.

The first time you two decided to get intimate. It took time, not because you didn't crave Dante. You have wanted him since the day you understood he is all you ever wanted...yet you understand this is special, and you wanted nothing in this sacred connection you two shared to be some rushed sex on his desk, or somewhere insignificant.

You wanted it to be special. Dante was on the same page, you were all he ever knew he wanted, but now he needed. It was a soul mate kind of feeling. Though he never believed in one. And he wanted to do everything right. He got clean, got his act together, took jobs which were within his principles but also made money, he even paid attention to making space comfortable for you. All sorts of furniture in your shared bedroom, a bathtub for you, all the little decor you bought for Devil May Cry to make it home. Dante needed this to make a perfect nest for his bride. Bride? Wait. You were not his bride yet, he wanted to do it right with you. And the idea of exchanging vows to be each other. It is a perfect way to show you how much this whole thing means to him.

You both were on the same footing in most things, like the idea of humanity, how important empathy is, the idea of family, etc.

So Dante started planning. He knew he needed the whole crew to get this party started. So he got your ring size with the help of Trish. And also an idea about what sort of jewelry you like and which precious stones. You were in the shopping center with Trish...as you guys strolled around. Trish took you to a jewelry store. You didn't think much of it...just usual shopping... Trish looked at the rings, she spoke in her usual calm voice,"Anything that catches your eye, Y/N." You looked at the display and answered, "yes, this, I think you're a gold kind of girl with yellow Montana sapphire..." Trish nods trying the ring, she spoke composed, "Nice...is this what you like?" You shook your head, "No... I'm more of a platinum kind of girl.... And a ruby in the middle.." Trish raised her eyebrows, "Ruby? Huh?" You blushed, "I don't know, I wanted a red stone in my jewel for long...reminds me of Dante..." Trish smiled, her mission was a success.

Trish and Dante were on a mission. When they reached the agency, you were asleep in the shared bedroom. Dante peaked in and smiled and graced his lips as he saw your pretty sleeping form. He still remembers when he took you to his room to have your first night of intimacy together. Back then, he only had a single bed in his room, you squeezed in with him without complaining, you suggested how it meant you were closer to Dante. He held you throughout the night. He couldn't let his precious angel fall and hurt herself. And soon enough, as he spent more and more nights there, he was quick to buy a king-sized bed. You comfort was his priority. He couldn't give you all the luxury in the world, he think you absolutely deserved it. It's not like you ever complained about trivial materialistic things. But he made sure to give you all he could.

Dante went downstairs, Trish was sitting on the desk... He looked at her, "Soo?" Trish looked up at him from a magazine, "She likes platinum with ruby and I marked some design she liked in this magazine with her ring size above." Dante grinned, "Jackpot! I will ask Morrison to get me in touch with a jeweler..."

Trish smirked, "you're planning to spend a fortune on this...huh?" Dante nodded, "Best for my girl!" Trish let out a small chuckle..." So when you're proposing..." And for the first time, Trish saw Dante nervous... Trish sighed, "You ever asked her about her views on marriage or getting married." Dante was a mess, running fingers through his hair..." Not exactly..."

Trish patted his shoulder as she got ready to leave the agency, "You will figure this out." Dante sighed, sitting on his chair, his feet propped on his desk, looking at the picture of Eva on the desk, "You would have loved her.....she is not perfect, yet she is everything right in my life. A new beginning, right, mom?" Dante smiled to himself and got up to shower. He put on his sweatpants as he walked into the room drying his hair. You were sleeping, but as soon as his heavy body got deposited beside you to dip in the bed, you smiled and turned to look at him sleepy, "there is a handsome devil in my bed, I should call a devil hunter." Dante wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you flushed against his body making you giggle, you were already nuzzling his silver chest hair, you lip softly feeling his skin... Dante let out a sigh of satisfaction, "At your service...and I give discounts to beautiful babes…" He smirked as you laughed, looking up into his icy blue eyes. The room was dark and only moonlight poured in. Dante was a handsome man and this moonlit room only made him more handsome, if it was possible... you touched his cheek, your thumb softly caressing his face, he closed his eyes. You pulled yourself up a little to place soft kisses against his lips, he snaked his arms around your waist, tightening his grip to deepen the kiss, he licked your bottom lip, and you complied, as you opened your lips for his demanding tongue to come in and explore your mouth.You followed his lead. He shifted you carefully without breaking the kiss..he was above you now. He made sure his weight was not directly on you, you were so small compared to him, he wouldn't risk crushing you. You cupped his face and kissed him again and again. As his hand worked the delicate strings that were keeping your night dress tied behind your neck. Dante pulled it and started to pull the dress down, exposing your chest. He was greeted by the sight of your pretty breasts, he groaned. His hand was flat on them, feeling them taking a nipple between his index finger and thumb to squeeze it. you moaned in the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss with a string of saliva attached and lowered his head a bit, both his hands kneading your breasts. He loved how they were perfect in his hands, not small or big, just perfect, made for him. He left a trail of kisses from near your mouth to your jaw line to your neck. Now kisses turn into sucking, enough to leave marks, while sucking turned into little bites, as he trailed down from your neck to your breast. His hand feeling your curves from down the waist, stomach to your hips... keeping you firm and grounded on the mattress. He licked one of your areoles with his tongue flat, the tip of his tongue assaulting your nipple, your fingers in his soft silver hair. You moaned, as he sucked on your nipple...it was torture how good he made you feel, your core throbbing. Yet his hands keep your hip grounded on the mattress, you were flustered, he always knew how to rile you up. You let out a whine, he smirked against your nipple and let it go with a pop. He gave the same treatment to your other nipple. You tried to move your hip up for much-needed contact, but his grip was firm, he pulled up to look at your needy face, caressing your cheek with the back of his finger, "my precious angel, you're so needy..." Your eyes were full of desire, and you let out a whine, "you're such a tease..." Dante chuckled, "C'mon, babe, I just enjoy your needy face, now tell me what you want." You closed your eyes as he pulled down your dress to take it off and spread your legs, starting to rub a finger along your slit through your panties... Dante smiled, "I love your sweet noises."

Dante pressed his forehead against yours as he took off your wet panties and threw them, who knows where? His thick finger. He slid up and down your folds.....and then inserting it in as you were slick and ready, you moaned as he slowly put his middle finger in your throbbing core, he smiled, "your pussy is practically crying for me baby..." You nodded moaning, "love you so much, Dante..." Dante sighed as he kissed your lips with unadulterated love, "And I love you princess." Dante start to drag his finger in and out building up pace and making you comfortable to put second finger in..he was patients and curled his finger in as he reached your familiar spot. He was caressing your spot, making you see starts and knots in your stomach snap...as you came, he dragged his finger in and out slowly to drag out your orgasm...you were a sweaty, panting mess, hair stuck to your forehead. Dante is proud of the beautiful renaissance painting he made of you. As you were collecting yourself, Dante positioned himself between your legs, taking his sweats off, his thick and veiny cock sprung out, leaking pre-cum. Dante was big, but by now, you have got used to it. He knew how to make it all comfortable and you trusted him. He grabbed your calves, your feet on each of his shoulders. Kissing, sucking and biting the inside of your legs and thighs to litter them with his marks, same as he did to your upper body. You were sleepy and gripped onto the pillow above your head, your eyes were so beautiful, glistening, and he wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. You smiled tired, "sleep is winning." Dante pumped his cock and rubbed it against your folds to gather slick, your thighs stained from your last orgasm, Dante groaned, "Don't worry, I will leave you satisfied, and then you will be set free." You laughed but soon, he pushed himself balls deep, his eyes squeezed shut...air knocked out of your lungs as you gasped. Dante stood still cherishing how perfect your pussy felt. No matter how many times he has had you, he will never be satiated enough. He gritted his teeth and started to move, slow and deep...it was all sweet and passionate. You were sleepy, but how can you sleep when the love of your life was balls deep in you...you smiled, eyelids closing yet refusing to fall asleep..."so good... Dante...so good...." Dante picked up his pace and thrusted in and out, but not rough or fast, he wanted to feel you tonight. He will savor you. Dante snapped his hip, wet noises filled the room. He puts down your legs and lets them wrap around his waist...he leans down to entangle his fingers with yours, holding them above your head, and kiss you deeply. As he moves slowly and deep, hitting all the right spots. You came again, this time with no warning. His eyes closed as he nuzzled your face. He loved how you came around his cock, "I'm close, babe, one more for me, together?" You nodded drunk on his cock and sleepy, you were overstimulated by and aching a bit "anything for you..." With few more thrusts of his added with him cupping your face with one hand and his thumb rubbing your clit with another. You both came together. His hot cum filling your pussy, he collapsed on top of you, so satisfied. You were both sweaty and tangled, you held his face against your chest, as he nuzzled it. You softly swept his hair sticking on his forehead... He smiled and pulled out. Your pussy dripping with his and your combined fluid, making the demon inside him crave for more...you shook your head nervously, and he smiled, burying your little form against his big furnace-like body. He chuckled, "It's okay...your no is a no...my angel..." You smiled and felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

The next day, you and Trish were in the office sitting on a couch talking. You both have a curiosity about knowledge, somehow the topic of marriage came and it's technicalities. You were trying to make a comment on how marriage is, in a way no guarantee, unlike what is believed, it was seen as a safety net throughout history or said to be a safety net for women throughout history, when men benefited more out of it. It was by no means a comment on Dante, or your idea of your own life, but a general statement on how it goes with majority, in your mind, you and Dante were special. You made a hypothetical statement, "I mean think Trish. What if Dante and I were to get married? What is even the point? About the legality of it, or even church. It's not like any court or religious authority can hold him to the sanctity of marriage." Trish was shocked and quiet. You didn't understand it and smiled, "What?" You turned around to see Dante, who looked visibly hurt....but quickly tried to mask it with a smile. He grinned, "Hey babe," you stumbled on your words, "H-H-Hey, love, I-I-I-I just want to clear....." Dante laughed to cut you off in the middle, and spoke calmly, "Can we do this later, babe. I'm really missing some strawberry sundae, I'm off to Freddy's..." You were a mess and tried to grab his shoulder, "Let me come...." Your eyes pleading with him. Dante looked away keeping a fake grin, "Aren't you busy with Trish? Keep her company, I don't want to interrupt you ladies."

Dante walked off quickly, as he was away from the agency, he just walked mindlessly, his hand in his coat pocket feeling the ring. He went to his mother's grave before, his way of getting her blessings. He looked up at the sky and thought, 'What an idiot I am. Of course, why will she settle for me? Sooner or later, I always knew she would know what an idiot I am. I should cherish her, as long as she will let me have her.'

You were back at the Devil May Cry agency, but as hours passed by and Dante didn't come back, you went out. Freddy told you Dante never came. Lady didn't know, neither Morrison, nor Nero. You were so worried, you could always recognize his fake smile. You just wanted to cry, what an idiot you were, you should have never said it, even hypothetically. You have to find him and explain this to him, you can't bare the thought of losing him. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound drumming in your ears as you ran to one place Dante would be.

You walked to the lake in the forest, moonlight glowing on it. It was a little place you both found and a secret you two share. You sat beside Dante, sitting near the lake. You wrapped your hands around his arm and put your face on his shoulder. You spoke in a small nervous voice, "Hey..." Dante sighed, "Hey." Your hands cupped his face, "I love you, I didn't mean it that way." Dante chuckled sadly, "yeah....." You wanted to explain it, "Dante...." You were blank. Dante looked at you, "You should find someone better than waste your time on me." You were shocked, hurt and eyes wide, "Dante! How can you say this!? I love you! There is no one else! Nor ever will be!" Dante looked at his reflection in the lake. He hated seeing his reflection, "I always mess up, you're right. Nothing can hold me to sanctity of marriage." Your face showed pain and guilt for making him go through this, "We all mess up, like I did today, it's only human, but we got each other..." You held Dante's hand in yours, taking off his glove, bringing his hand to your face, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. Dante said nothing, you sighed, summoning all courage, your head pressed against his, "nothing can hold you to the sanctity of marriage, no power, except our love. And I dream of the day when I will exchange vows with you. Marriage or no marriage. I am not leaving your side." Dante melted, the word took his breath away. He kissed your lips softly, and you kissed him back .....you pulled away and smiled, looking into his beautiful icy blue eyes, caressing his face. "Let's go back home...." You stood up and dusted your dress, as you turned around, Dante was on one knee with a ring in his gloved hand. Dante spoke, clearing his throat, "Miss Y/N L/N, will you marry me?" You were ecstatic, this was perfect. The forest, lake, moonlight and Dante, you nodded and threw yourself in his arms. You kissed him deeply as he twirled you and slipped a beautiful platinum ring with a ruby on your delicate finger...you smiled, laughed, you were red, you were a flustered mess. Your stomach felt thousands of butterflies, you were trembling from happiness. You can't contain your smile, your legs feel wobbly. Dante picked you up bridal style, "My bride! My beautiful bride!"

You swear you could hear Dante's demon and see it's flash, only making you happier. "My handsome devil..."

Next day, you both visited Eva's grave together. Dante smiled, "She said yes, mom." You smiled, "Thank you for raising a kind and thoughtful man."

Tag: @marshmallows-and-champagne

[mintytealfox]

Holy CRAP GUYS!!! I JUST FINISHED WATCHING

HANGOVER SQUARE 1945 Thriller movie for Frederick!!

This one was W I L D OH MY GOSSSHHHHHHHHHHH 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

They POPPED OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF with this Deduction Skin FOR REALLLLLLLLLLLLL OH MY WORD

MASTERPIECE RIGHT HERE This skin is a 100000000000000000000000000000% times more tragic and beautiful to me now like HOLY

NOW~ BELOW are SPOILERS for the movie If you want to watch the movie before reading~ I just summarize:

So in the movie this guy has these blackout periods, that he has no recollection of, that are triggered by LOUD SOUND or LOUD RINGING

Normally he has a mostly calm demeanor with a burning passion for music as a composer, an extremely talented one~ He is soft spoken and horrified with the thought that he might have committed the murder, at the beginning of the movie, so he goes to the mental doctor to ask for help and to look into it, cause he had blacked-out for 24 hours this time, the longest period of time he has no memory of and thinks he could have done it during that time.

Anyway the doctor tells him to avoid music and to get his frustrations out and dealing with the stress in a different way, since music obviously isn't working, if he is reacting in such a dramatic way of blacking-out.

He obviously doesn't stop working on his music

But for a good portion of the movie he is being taken advantage of by this singer woman, that he thinks is in love with him cause of her purposeful honeyed words, etc. but she just wants him to be her composer monkey on a leash so she can climb the ladder to success.

ANYWAYS he finds out she has been using him cause he finds she is with another man behind the scenes after trying to propose to her.

SideNOTE: By this point he has already tried to strangle his friend, (a beautiful woman who likes him for him and cares for him deeply, who has been encouraging him to finish his great piece) cause she saw how poorly the singer woman treated him and she got mad that he is letting that happen. He was just gonna be angry and keep to himself until a load of pipes fall from a carriage and ring LOUDLY and that is the first we see him go into blackout mode!!

ANYWAY

He does lash out at the guy the singer lady was with but does leave without ending anyone, only to return after the loud crashing of his instruments after throwing stuff around his home. So in a blackout state he goes back and uuhhhhhh gets rid of the singer lady 🙃

ANYWAY he starts finishing his masterpiece and the doctor and police are on to him, despite him having zero memory of the events

then we get to the end, he has finished his music and is prepared to perform it but the doctor has found him out and wants to put him in a place where the composer won't harm himself or anyone else. But composer ends up showing up to his performance without the doctor PFF and its getting more obvious that he will do anything to finish this performance, and as he is playing he is remembering everything he did 🙃 and it gets to the point where he can't play anymore and the people are arriving and prepared to take him into custody (two dudes found the doctor locked in the closet so they let him out. So the doctor is there with the police)

Anyway he is at the point he can't play anymore and his lady friend takes over for him so the music is still going while he is in another room and he admits that he remembers now and they are all like "we know none of this was on purpose etc etc so you won't hang, we will just put you into a place where you won't hurt anyone else" but he realizes that they won't let him listen to the rest of the piece he created so he starts wiggin out and starts with chucking a lamp and stuff starts catching on fire as he runs out and locks the door behind him.

So now he is crying as he listens to the music until people start freaking out about a fire and the doctor and police that he locked in the room have gotten out and are trying to help evacuate everyone, so the music has stopped, this triggering the composer again and he goes running to lock doors so people can't get out (he doesn't get to all of them) and he is trying to get everyone to sit in the fire and listen to the rest of the music. Everyone is getting out anyway they can and he just runs to the piano to finish playing and won't leave despite his lady friend's pleading and the doctor.

So he dies in the fire playing his song til its very end orz

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-does a checkmark- yup this has Frederick written all over it orz

-Issues with the mind -Music is everything -Good at heart but there is a side to him that is beyond his control -Taken advantage of -Is desperate -Loud Ringing plays a part with his mind state

Now with the skin I LOVE that red-ish fabric wrapped around his wrist and forearm cause he uses a curtain fasten thing for the strangling he does Then the hat he wears so he can hide his face and then the knife at the very beginning of the movie and he doesn't know where he got it

they even have the blood on the coat and the gash on his forehead aaahhhh

This is SUCH A FANTASTIC SKIN OH MY GOSH THEY POPPED OFF ON THIS ONE GOSH DANNNGGGGGGGG

I am still reeling from the movie so I am sure there is stuff my brain is still trying work out but DANG This skin is a 100000000000000000000000000000% times more tragic and beautiful to me now like FOR REAL FOR REAL

[bitter-me]

I Remember You

Wanderer | M. Reader as Ice King [Adventure Time]

[PLATONIC]

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"It's just you and me in the wreckage of the world."

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Ever since that day, he thought he'll be alone.. venturing through the dark and scary world. Did he do something wrong? Why was he abandoned like that? Why? Was it something he did?

Either way... there's nothing he could do.. now that he's all alone..

For days he ventured through the land. He found many people along the way. Friends. New friends. They were kind and lovely people, they're almost like.. family..

But all good things must come to an end... he was alone again...

Why...? Why does everyone he met end up leaving him? Is it because of him? Did he do something wrong? Did he unknowingly make them upset? Angry? No matter how he looks at it, no matter how much he tries to think of a reason, he can't find one. He couldn't understand why they would always leave him.

That is until... he met someone..

A man by the name, [Name] [L. Name].

He seems to be a traveler. One that's traveling the world in search of—something. The day he found him was the day the man saw him cry. God knows what went through his head, but [Name] tried to do everything within his power to stop his cries. He tried cracking some jokes, giving some sweets, etc. In the end, the man gave him a small doll.

And that finally made him stop crying.

Since then.. he would tag along with [Name] and his adventures.

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The two spend what felt like an eternity together.

The man loved him like he was his own flesh and blood. He cared for him.... loved him... like a caring father.. and he was grateful. Never had he ever felt so loved and cared for by someone, especially a mortal like him.

The man would do anything within his power to ensure that he lives a happy and fulfilling life. Anything.

Even putting on that damn crown.

He knew the danger of it. Yet he uses it anyway. And no matter how much he begged and pleaded to [Name] not to use it, he still used it anyway. All for his sake. Maybe he was too protective.. maybe he was too carrying.. maybe he was too loving... maybe he was too... selfless...

He didn't listen. He never listened.

[Name] continues to put on the crown regardless of what he says. In his mind... he was just trying to protect this innocent child.

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When he became Wanderer it felt like a breath of fresh air. He could start a new.. this time.. he had Nahida and the Traveler by his side...

He could let go of the past and look forward to the future...

The day he received his first commission was the day where he's finally reunited with that man.

But...

What happened?

Why is his hair white? Why is he actually like that? Why is he wearing the crown 24/7?! What's going on?!

"...[Name]..?" He called out to the man, his voice filled with confusion.

"[Name]? What's that? Who's [Name]? I'm Ice King!"

Huh...? What did he just say..? Ice King...? Wh—Where is he? Where's [Name]? Where's the intelligent, caring, loving man he knew? Where's the man that cared and loved him as if he was his own? Where is he?

Where's [Name] [L. Name]?

"....The crown.."

"Yeah, pretty isn't it? But it's mine so you can't have it~!" He replied rather childishly.

Is he truly him? That man... that once carrying, intelligent man..

Reduced to a lunatic.

Him? A lunatic? A madman? A disturbance to the peace? No no no no no. NO! He refused! He refused to believe that!! He can't! There's no way in Teyvat is this man the same one he met years ago! This has to be a different person!!

There's no way the dignified, patient, caring, intelligent man had been reduced to his lunatic!

.....right..?

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"Hey, Gunter! Look!" [Name] spoke up as he pointed to the scenery in front of them. The mountains, the water, the sky... it creates a beautiful view.. a sight for sore eyes.

Meanwhile the other doesn't seem as enthusiastic as him. He frowns at the man addressing him as "Gunter." He had lost it... using that curse thing over and over again... eating away at his sanity.. Until he can't even remember his name.

"Gunter, look!"

"Yeah... It's pretty..."

"What are we doing again?"

"Jogging your memory."

Maybe... if he could just... jog his memory... then [Name] could come back to him.. right..?

The two spent their time together, [Name] was enjoying the time of his life, he was very happy with the new turn of events. He never would have thought there was someone out there that's willing to go hangout with him! He actually had a friend!

But Wanderer... he doesn't share the enjoyment..

He wanted him so bad... He wanted [Name]... He wants his father figure back.. not this lunatic... Not Ice King, but [Name] [L. Name]. He tried and tried but it just... doesn't work.. every time he tries to do something with the Ice King, things that they used to do... he just.. doesn't get it.. he played it off like it's some kind of game...

It's frustrating!!

WHY!? Why can't he have him back?! Why can't he just... be happy?! Why can't he get the ending he wants?! Is this the Gods punishing him for what he had done?! By taking away what he had?! By taking away the only person he actually cared about?!

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"You know today was fun!" The lunatic said with a cheeky grin on his face, ever so ignorant to Wanderer's frustration.

"Why? Why can't you just—!" He stops himself once his eyes fall to a photo. A specific photo of the past.

He immediately took it and started examining it before letting out a sigh of frustration and shoving the photo towards the other's face. "You don't remember anything do you! Look! This is you! Before the whole thing!"

Ice King took the photo and looked at it with a confused expression, clearly not understanding what Wanderer is trying to say which earned a frustrated groan in return. "You were a traveler—!"

"No, I'm a lyricist! Just look!" He pulled out a paper from his coat and handed it to Wanderer with the same cheeky grin. "I clearly wrote good lyrics!"

With a huff Wanderer snatched the paper in a swift motion, he was going to tear it to shreds before he realized something...

This is a photo.

Turning it around he was met by a photo of himself, back in the past... where ignorant.. is bliss...

Turning it back around, he began to read the words written on it. His eyes slowly widened as a hint of the truth finally showed up.

"Kabukimono, is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world. That must be so confusing for a little boy and I know you're going to need me here with you..

But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too. This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy and I need to save you, but who's going to save me? I can feel myself slipping away... I can't remember what it made me say.... But I remember that I saw you frown...

I swear it wasn't me, it was the crown!

Please.... forgive me for whatever I do...

When I don't remember you...."

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Why.... Why does it have to end this way..? Why can't he...

"Hey, you okay there, Gunter?" Ice King asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Wanderer looked at him for a moment but he could say anything... his throat closed up every time he was about to speak.. he couldn't breath and..

Is he crying....? Is he actually crying..?

Without warning... the other engulfed him in a hug, a warm, loving hug... He can't remember when's the last time someone hugged him like this... especially by him..

"There there, Gunter." Ice King tries to comfort him as he speaks in a soft tone.

Maybe...

Maybe the [Name] he knew is still there.. somewhere... But... it still doesn't change the fact that... he can't be [Name] again... Ice King can't be [Name] [L. Name] again... that man is long gone...

Wanderer can't help but let his tears fall as the realization hits him. He buried his head on the man's chest.

Maybe he could try loving this lunatic, insane man... like how he had loved [Name] [L. Name]... Maybe he could... try and make the best out of the worst scenario...

Make the best out of this bittersweet reunion.

"I love you... [Name]..... father..."

"Love you too, Gunter."

[misskattylashes]

One Point Perspective – a lyrical analysis….

Recent events have got me thinking about Alex and his double lives and his relationship with the music industry and I have been thinking about the song One Point Perspective on TBHC.

In the above clip from the AM in Mexico film from 2019, during the ‘Turtle segment’ (which ends at 5.05) Alex sings ‘I want one more year, I’ll calls it quits, I’ll swim with economists, I’ll get to the bottom of this for sure, I’m tired of all the cleverness, I just wanna eat catchable drift, spare me the analysis, I’ve played to quiet rooms like this before’.

I will come to this a bit later. I will start with the album version

To me it is Alex retelling his career

Dancing in my underpants

I'm gonna run for government

I'm gonna form a covers band an' all (Stop)

Back there by the baby grand, did Mr. Winter Wonderland say

"Come 'ere, kid, we really need to talk?"

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought

The first three lines reflect youthful exuberance and the feeling of inevitability (I’m gonna run for government). Forming a covers band could also link back to ‘I just wanted to be one of The Strokes’ which is the first line on the whole album.

I take Mr Wonderland to represent the music industry, and whoever it was took him aside as a kid and persuaded him to make the choices he has re his career.

I think the ‘bear with me man’ is him pausing as he is remembering what happened.

I fantasise, I call it quits

I swim with the economists

And I get to the bottom of it for good

By the time reality hits, the chimes of freedom fell to bits

The shinin' city on the fritz

They come out of the cracks, thirsty for blood (Stop)

The first three lines are pretty self-explanatory. Alex has frequently wanted to call ‘it’ quits (we will get to what ‘it’ is a bit later) but he ends up getting sucked back in by the money men and doing what they want from him. In that Kyle Meredith interview from 2018 which was released recently, Alex admitted that he wrote TBHC from a first person perspective and it turned out the way it did because of what preceded it…and we all know what that was��EYCTE

I think the chimes of freedom/shining city relates to those few months when he was out on the road on his own with Miles and he could be himself. ‘On the Fritz’ means something in decline and ruined, and the ‘they’ who came out of the cracks, thirsty for blood is the vampiric music industry, who have bled him dry.

Oh, just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritised

And you cry some of the hottest tears you ever cried

Multiplied by five

I suppose a singer must die

‘A Singer Must Die’ is a song by Leonard Cohen and one refrain from this helps to decipher what the ‘it’ is.

‘And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice, a singer must die for the lie in his voice’.

This to me indicates the ‘it’ is the fake personas/relationships in order to keep up his heartthrob status in order to sell more records, tickets etc.

Which takes me to the turtle segment;

‘I want one more year, I’ll calls it quits, I’ll swim with economists, I’ll get to the bottom of this for sure, I’m tired of all the cleverness, I just wanna eat catchable drift, spare me the analysis, I’ve played to quiet rooms like this before’

I think the ‘it’ is the fake straight persona. After his relationship with Taylor Bagley ended, he wanted to go public with Miles. ‘I’m tired of all the cleverness, I just wanna eat catchable drift’. He is tired of he double speak and hidden meanings in songs, hoping people will ‘catch his drift’ – he just wants to be honest. I think the refrain ‘I’ve played to quiet rooms like this before’ isn’t a literal quiet room, it is the fact that no one ever listens to him so he may as well be singing to an empty room.

Back to the album version;

"Singsong 'Round the Money Tree"

This stunning documentary that no one else unfortunately saw

Such beautiful photography, it's worth it for the opening scene

I've been driving 'round, listening to the score

Or maybe, I just imagined it all

I've played to quiet rooms like this before

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought

I think the ‘stunning documentary’ isn’t the unseen EYCTE film everyone has thought. It is Alex’s actual real life – a documentary is factual. And when he says ‘no one unfortunately saw’ he means that even though he did his best to put it on display no one ‘saw’ it. Even though it was there all along.

I think the refrain ‘it’s worth it for the opening scene’ goes back to the beginning of the song, and youthful Alex, when it all started so well,

A one point perspective operates with the use of a single vanishing point, usually in the centre of the horizon line, and creates a more flat or two dimensional look (thank you @lalaballa) which once again relates to one person, two visuals.

I think it’s no coincidence that OPP segues straight into American Sports with no break, telling us that they are linked, and indeed American Sports includes the line ‘I lost the money, lost the keys, but I’m still handcuffed to the briefcase’ the briefcase being showbusiness. He also mentions ‘virtual reality mask’ – one again an alternative false mask. He speaks of never thinking he would meet so many Lolas. The name ‘Lola’ is a derivative of Delores, which is means ‘pain’ or ‘sorrows’ in Spanish. Once again going back to the young Alex at the beginning of OPP being innocent and drawn into the music industry which has caused him to suffer.

Note how since TBHC Alex has changed. For The Car we had barely any promotion – no more than a handful of radio and press interviews (none in the US as far as I am aware). With all the previous albums, Alex has at least come up with an explanation of the lyrics, even if it’s been bullshit (of course Golden Trunks is about a woman, Alex), but with The Car, he pretty much closed off and refused to discuss their meanings. Even in the interview with Zane Lowe, where he was lovely and chatty, he still only wanted to discuss the musical structures of the songs.

Now in 2025 Alex does no publicity whatsoever, it is all left to Matt. The only publicity stunts he takes part in is with Louise, and quite frankly their relationship is so weird, he might as well be waving a big sign saying ‘this is metafiction’ (the Larry Sanders cap).

For me, OPP is the forerunner to Mr Schwartz. They both speak of Alex sacrificing his own happiness to make everyone else happy. In the case of OPP it is the music industry in general, but with Mr Schwartz it is more personal ie; the band and those close around them who rely on him.

[venusiandollz]

My s/o in my fame dr

Chris Evans- SIGH HES SO FINEEEE

status:future/endgame

Before:Chris will listen to my new album(emails i can’t send💌) and he was amazed by it and started stalking my instagram(all during july) liking a few ect. He likes my third post and decides that he wants to DM me and he does!!! i Obviously reply and we go from there texting online til meeting in September for the first time

Drama: Four months into talking (November), Chris knew I was the one from the beginning—ever since we met. One night, his anxiety kicks in, and he starts thinking, What if she hurts me? and What if it’s not meant to be? What if I never get over this? Overwhelmed by these thoughts, he decides to call an old hookup, leading to a one-night stand(he lost a baddie for an old hookup😞).Somehow, word gets around, and about a week later, I find out—Tana Mongeau(that’s so random LMAO) is the one who tells me. Furious, I immediately start texting Chris, going off on him. He’s extremely apologetic but doesn’t reveal the real reason behind what he did—he just keeps apologizing. I refuse to forgive him.During this time, we aren’t communicating. He feels as if he’s lost his other half, like there’s a hole inside him(😼-how feel writing that). Desperate for advice, he turns to his family—his mom, brother, sisters, etc. They give him a hard time but still support him, telling him to give it a little time, that I’ll cool down, and that when I do, he should go to me.Two weeks pass(that’s ALL i can do😖), and he finally reaches out. He sends me a long message, asking to see me so he can explain everything. I respond, agreeing to meet him at his house in LA.When I arrive, we sit on the couch, and he pours out all his emotions. He tells me how he felt during our time apart, why he did what he did, and how much he regrets it. He apologizes sincerely, with tears in his eyes, and asks me to give him another chance. I start crying too. He finally confesses that he loves me.I open up about how I’ve been feeling, and through my own tears, I tell him I love him too. At that moment, we decide to fully commit to each other—officially, officially together, devoted, and now truly dating.

i just needed a bit of drama there btw all this is happening in 2021 btw during this time we aren't like together together but we kinda are and kinda not so it wont be cheating what he does but it would still be hurtful due to the connection we have.

love trope : soulmates,twin-flame,fated love , and love at first sight

Controversy: his fans will suspect he’s dating me and will hate me cuz of it (stole they man 🤭) talking abt our age gap and me ect how crazed fans do ofc

Extra: - it will be like a supernova for us and everybody around can feel it too. The moment we lay eyes on each other, time stops for us. It literally feels like a slow motion supernova. our eyes glow up, our hearts skip a beat and then begin to beat faster with each second. our body’s will feel weightless and electrified at the same time. Electric and sizzling atmosphere between us, Chris will look at me like he just discovered a black hole in front of him. It’s that feeling we had as a little child in kindergarten, when we had our first 'crush', this feeling of pure excitement and joy. Pure and electric.our souls recognize each other, but we are not aware of it. Not in that very moment. We feel it, but we don’t know what it is. we will just stare into one another, until one of us says something. It’s just seconds, but for us it will feel like minutes. Time stood still as we saw each other. Chris is the first to say something.He will feel something he never felt before and he doesn’t know what it is, that’s why he is a little bit irritated. this feeling when we forget a word or name, we know that we know it, but in this very moment we just can’t remember. That’s how he feels, i seems familiar to him, but he never saw me before.He finds me very attractive and stunningly beautiful. It’s the energy/aura that i radiate that he’s drawn to. This feeling of familiarity haunts him. “How can she feel so familiar without knowing her?”The way i looks, my voice, everything is like a forgotten memory for him. It seems like he doesn’t really flirt at our first meeting, as he is irritated by me (in a positive way), i makes him nervous and he doesn’t want to screw it up. him giggling and blushing like a child when im is around. i will somehow remind him of his childhood or makes him feel like a child again? Either way, we both will feel very familiar with each other other.

long ass post for what?? But nothing less for my man

(who i dedicated my “love look so pretty on you” album to which you could find through my account with a playlist included 🤭)