#though I've been giving it a lot of thought

[covenofagatha]

Have you ever thought about ghost!Agatha x reader? Like reader has a guest, or even someone to make Agatha jealous, over, and Agatha is feeling possessive so she teases reader through her clothes, and reader has to act completely normal or even has to excuse herself from the conversation at some point. The guest has no idea because they don't know Agatha haunts the house so they go check on reader to see if she's okay, and finds her in a compromising position..

Honestly I've recently been obsessed with this idea and need to share it. But like the idea is kinda hot, and please do feel pressure to do this.

Yessss I've been thinking about ghost!agatha quite a bit recently and I'd like to write a full fic at some point when I get time but I thought I'd leave everyone with some thoughts about it in the meantime (this basically became a fic in bullet points whoops)

The house is very below market value, even compared to the neighboring homes, and you ask your realtor what that's about. She replies that people think it's haunted and there's been several ghost sightings there over the years, but it's cheap and when you walk through, it doesn't seem haunted so you put in an offer. Even though it's under the asking price, the couple selling it immediately accepts and you move in a week later

Everything is fine for the most part for the first two weeks. There's sometimes the sensation that you're being watched and you swear that things end up in places they shouldn't be, but you just chalk it up as paranoia and superstition. You've been really lonely since moving into this big house all by yourself in a new city for work, so you're probably imagining company

Until you really can't ignore it any more—you hear creaking on the stairs and on the second floor that sounds exactly like footsteps, your keys end up in the bathtub, cups are knocked onto the floor that weren't anywhere near the edge of the counter

So on a drunken whim, you decide to hold a séance, mostly out of mere curiosity. You don't think it'll actually work, maybe you're actually just going crazy, but it seems like a good idea at the time

Turns out, you're not going crazy because the second you begin to chant the incantation you found on the WikiHow page for séances, you hear someone say "Boo." You open your eyes, scared out of your mind, to find a ghost sitting criss-cross on the other side of the candles, watching you amusedly. She has long silvery hair, a wide grin, and a long dress with an outer coat. Although she's transparent, she is distinctly purple. You hate that your first thought is can ghosts be attractive?

You and the ghost end up talking a lot that night. She tells you that her name is Agatha Harkness and she became trapped in this house after she was killed by a jilted lover. You figure there's more to the story because of the guarded look on her face, but you don't press. In turn, you tell her about moving to the new city all by yourself for a new job and how your girlfriend didn't want to come with you so you decided to break it off. It's so nice to have someone to actually talk to that you don't even care if she's a ghost

Agatha shows you that she can touch things in the physical world if she tries really hard (hence why she kept knocking all your things over to get your attention) and she can turn invisible. You can't help but wondering if she's been watching you shower or when you masturbate and it makes your cheeks heat up. She gives you a knowing smirk and you hope she can't read your mind as well

She makes her presence known to you all the time, to the point where it's much more startling if you can't see her and she also confides that it's been awhile since she's had someone to talk to as well. The previous owners were boring, the ones before them had too many kids running around, but you—she says there's something about you that's different. You both become points of comfort to each other and you sometimes think that it's a bit concerning that your main source of contact with another person is a ghost, but then Agatha tosses her head back with a laugh at something you say and reaches over to pat your hand, the feeling cold but comforting, and you couldn't care less

Things start to develop into something a bit more when you're getting out of the shower one day and you realize that you forgot to bring a towel. You had done laundry and left them all on your bed so you hesitantly called out for Agatha and asked for her to bring you one. She did, but not before raking her eyes over your naked, wet body and then winking at you. You had to dry off more than just the water from the shower

That night, you decide to do some research on whether or not humans can have sex with ghosts. It's so fucking stupid and you're embarrassed to have typed those words into Google, but you're reading up on spectrophilia when Agatha pops up behind you, causing you to slam your laptop closed and jump practically a foot in the air. She smirks as she opens it and hums as she reads the page before she turns to you. You're about to die of humiliation when you see a glint of heat in her silvery-blue eyes.

You find out that night that humans can have sex with ghosts. It's a weird feeling at first to have her touching your clit with cold fingers that feel almost like jell-o but she makes you come nonetheless, mostly with her cooing mixture of praises and degradation. There isn't really a way for you to return the favor, but she hikes up her dress and touches herself, prompting you to masturbate along with her, and you both fall apart

When you're working at home on the weekends, she'll play with you while she's invisible. It's really hard to focus when you can feel her fingers teasing your clit and then sliding into your cunt (it always seems to be wet these days). Because she's a ghost, she can fuck you through your clothes with ease and not being able to see her almost adds to the pleasure. It heightens the sensations and you come moaning her name every time while you hear her chuckling in your ear

You finally make a few friends at your job and have them over to your house one night for dinner and you plead with Agatha to behave. The last thing you need is for your coworkers to think you're insane. You're all sitting at the table, joking and laughing, when your friend touches your wrist and smiles at you nicely before thanking you for the food. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you can feel Agatha glaring at you and her

It's not even really a surprise then, when you feel a touch on your nipple. You have to bite back a moan when Agatha begins rolling it through your shirt and bra and with her other hand, draws her name over and over on your stomach until your cunt is dripping and you're trying not to squirm in your chair

Your friends are talking about your boss when Agatha finally teases your clit and you squeak and both of them look at you like you volunteered to say something. You splutter a few thoughts out, hoping Agatha will tone it down, but she presses harder and rubs fast and you have to start coughing to hide your moans

She finally slides two fingers into your wet and waiting cunt, making you choke on the sip of wine you took, and she curls them hard. Pleasure tingles through your pussy and up your spine and you're struggling not to rut against the chair but you can't help your hips from lightly rolling against her fingers and you just pray your friends don't notice

"Have you heard the rumors that this place is haunted?" one of your friends asks just as Agatha's thumb rubs at your clit and thrusts roughly inside you

You shaking your head, cheeks burning. "I think that's just a myth. Ghosts aren't real." You swear you can feel Agatha smirking and she fucks you even harder, like she's determined to get you to admit that ghosts are very much real, and in fact, you're being fucked by one right now

Just as you're about to come, Agatha stops and you bite your lip to keep from groaning in frustration. She waits a minute until you stop convulsing around her fingers to begin again, and she pinches your nipple with her other hand when she presses on your clit, but she keeps bringing you to the edge and not giving you any relief

So the second everyone finishes their food, you say, "Well, it's getting pretty late," in an attempt to get your friends to leave. They share a confused look but don't question it. You walk them to the door with shaky legs and slick on your upper thighs, and the second the door is closed behind them, you whirl around to find Agatha simpering like a kid in the candy store.

You're going to do research first thing in the morning to find out if it's possible for humans to touch ghosts. But in the meantime, you follow Agatha straight to your bedroom and she finally gives you the relief you need, and so much more

[arc-misadventures]

Escort Mission

Ren: Hey, Jaune, I got us a quest!

Jaune: Oh, what did you get for us?

Ren: An escort mission.

Jaune: Naww... You know how much escort missions suck!

Ren: I know, but this one is easy. We're just going outside the city limits to a nearby forest.

Jaune: That's pretty close, who needs an escort to the nearby forest?

Ren: Well, it's also a fetch, and carry mission. Apparently we're escorting an herbalist while they collect herbs in the country side.

Jaune: Oh that makes sense. How much is the pay?

Ren: Ten gold coins.

Jaune: Ten gold?! (Whistle~!) Someone wants their herbs... alright then, let's go see this herbalist.

Ren: Alright follow me.

~~~

Ren: Hmm... This is where the city's academy is located.

Jaune: We're escorting a academic? Hmm, that explains a few things.

Ren: The pay, and the quest details?

Jaune: An academic may have some combat experience, but in my experience, academics tend to focus too much on the sparkly trinkets than they do on the monster's sneaking up on them.

Ren: And, since they have some adventurers following them they can double for pack mules for them.

Jaune: And, thus a ten gold reward for a quest to pick flowers.

Ren: We've done worse.

Jaune: I'm not complaining.

Ren: Sounds like you are.

Jaune: I'm just pointing out how weird this quest is.

Ren: How is it weird?

Jaune: Well, it's not a weird quest in, and of itself. It's just we've been do so many slaying quest lately that doing something as simple as herb gather just feels weird.

Ren: ...

Ren: No that... that makes sense...

Jaune: This city has an elven spa, it has a hot springs; Want to go there after all of this?

Ren: Yeah, I think we could do with a bit of a break.

Jaune: Great! Let's finish this mission, and then go enjoy the hot springs at the spa!

Ren: Hot springs!

~~~

Ren: This is it...

(Knock Knock!)

Ren: Hello? We're adventurers here to accept an escort mission for herb gathering?

: Hmm? Oh yes! Just give me a moment... (Crash!) Oh shoot!

Jaune: Must have caught her at a bad time.

Ren: Don't think she was expecting anyone to accept her quest.

Jaune: For ten gold though?

Ren: Good point.

: Ahh! Sorry. I was busy with organizing my... Jaune?!

Jaune: Weiss?!

Weiss: Jaune?! W-What are you doing here?!

Jaune: My friend, Ren here, and I are here to accept your quest for an escort for herb gathering.

Weiss: Oh... I should have thought of that, but I just never expected you would accept my request...

Ren: You two know each other?

Jaune: Uhh... yeah. Her, and my families are old friends, we grew up around one another so we're very good old friends.

Weiss: V-Very good friends~!

Ren: Uhh huw...?

Ren: You two have smash before haven't you?

Jaune: Yes, but the reason, Weiss is so excited to see me is, she's my fiancé.

Ren: She's your fiancé?!

Weiss: One of them.

Ren: 'One of them?!'

Jaune: Yeah, I have several fiancés. My mother was a match maker who wants lots of grandkids. Lots.

Ren: The fact you are a child of a succubus probably plays a part in all of this?

Jaune: Ahh, yeah.

Ren: And, you're okay with this?

Weiss: Oh yes, I'm well acquainted with several of my cowives. While, we are all right going are our own separate paths, me being a herbalists for example, we plan to all get married together in a few years, and live together as one happy family.

Ren: Ahh... Okay... So are those the bags you want us to take for collecting herbs in?

Weiss: Oh? Ahh yes! Yes they are.

Ren: Okay, I'll take those, and wait for you at the entrance of the academy, and let you two... catch up...

Jaune: Thanks, Ren. We won't be too long.

Weiss: Well, hello my knight~!

Jaune: Hello, Snow Angel~!

Weiss: Mmmm~! Ahh~! I almost forgot how nice your lips taste~!

Jaune: And, I forgot how you can use tat long tongue of yours~!

Weiss: Mmmm~! It's so go to see you again, my love.

Jaune: How have you been doing, eating well?

Weiss: I've been enjoying my work; I asked for people to escort me on this quest to collect some rare herbs so I can see if I can grow them in a controlled environment. How about you?

Jaune: Been on various quests, mostly monster slaying, and monster material gathering. Gathered a few new scars for you to run your fingers over.

Weiss: Ohh~? And, have you met any pretty woman on your journeys?

Jaune: More than a few pretty ladies.

Weiss: Have you... Have you met any slimes girls...?

Jaune: A few~!

Weiss: Oh~! You can introduce them to me some day?

Jaune: Perhaps. Hey, Weiss.

Weiss: Yes?

Jaune: Ren told me about an Elven spa with a hot springs in the city. We were planning to go there after we finish this quest of yours. Would you like to accompany me there after we're finished here.

Weiss: I would love to. You know, we can rent out a couples spa, just for the two of us~!

Jaune: Then shall we get going?

Weiss: Lets~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Are you going to uncoil yourself from my legs?

Weiss: Ahh?! Sorry!

Jaune: Haa... Gods you're adorable.

Weiss: Shut up...

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: Y-Yeah?

Jaune: I love you, my snow viper.

Weiss: I love you too, my white knight.

[takaraphoenix]

I'd love to add onto that list, since this is my favorite flavor of Steter! 💜

Care for Me, As I've Never Known by lavenderlotion

“Why...why did you offer me the bite?” Stiles asked quietly, the cover of night and the hum of the Jeep’s engine giving him courage he wouldn’t usually have. Peter hummed thoughtfully, taking a turn smoothly. “That is quite the question you’re asking. I’m not sure the answer is one you would be happy to hear.”

Inside I'm Screaming (Make Me Real) by Therapeutic_Steter

anonymous asked: how about: after the kanima attack stiles decides he's over being undervalued and not cared for by scott and peter comes and cares for him, and stiles ends up joining dereks pack.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner. -- Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run. He doesn't expect to have company.

(though this one is a little less on the "takes care" side but it's still spectacular post-basement Steter)

In Full Bloom by cywscross

After the ridiculously dramatic hunter-werewolf-kanima showdown is over - after Derek and Isaac have disappeared into the shadows, after Lydia has bundled herself and Jackson into the back of the Argents' car, after Allison has climbed in as well and Chris has driven them off, after Scott has run after the vehicle like a panting dog - Stiles stares after the trail of black goo Gerard has left in his wake and thinks, only idiots leave loose ends untied. That's where it starts, for him. (It started much earlier for Peter, and now he has the pleasure of watching Stiles grow into his own in much the same way. Of course, he hadn't expected to end up fixating on the boy quite so much, but then, what's life without a few surprises?)

(also a little less on the caretaking but still excellent post-basement Steter)

And now to some self-rec because I'm proud of my own work!

Small But Good

After Gerard is taken down, Stiles finds himself disappointed in Scott and very hurt. He also finds himself alone with Peter. Peter, who is suddenly alive again. Ever since he'd helped kill the Alpha, Stiles had been thinking about Peter a lot, had realized something about Peter's behavior toward him but he thought it wouldn't matter anymore, with Peter's death. Now that Peter is alive again, maybe they should talk about the fact that they're mates.

A Brighter Future

As children Erica and Stiles met in the hospital, Erica running from her tests, Stiles running from his dying mother. Together, they hide in Peter Hale's room. They become friends and, unbeknownst, they become Peter's pack.

(Yes, it starts much earlier than that but it does culminate in post-basement, I swear)

Through Time and Trials

Everyone Stiles loved died and, with his own dying breath, Stiles used forbidden magic to go back in time to save his pack. Only that the spell turned out to be more of a curse. Every time he dies, he is sent back to the same point, the point where he first started losing pack. The take-down of Gerard, the night Boyd and Erica were captured by the Alpha Pack. He's done this over and over and over again. Thirty-four lives lived, to varying lengths. This time, he cracks. For the first time, he actually tells the pack that he's a time-traveler and what he has been through.

mmmmmmm you know what’s some good good shit? some tasty words?? some delicious delicious fiction??? 

Peter taking care of Stiles after the Gerard Beatdown. 

Here’s a list of fics that have that, but not a comprehensive list because I KNOW I’ve read more than these. Feel free to add if you think of more!

The Fort Fic by @cywscross  

Do you remember - back when you were a little kid - the forts you used to make at home out of blankets and pillows and overturned furniture? Like all those kids, Stiles does. Unlike all those kids, Stiles never quite outgrew it.

The Alpha Thief by @hotpinklizard

Something changes around the time Peter turns thirty. His wolf becomes malcontent and angry. His control, impeccable since he was a child, starts to slip, that inner rage leaking out. Talia’s iron clad control over the pack chafes him. He can’t explain why, but it feels like his world shifts. Pack members he’s grown up with suddenly leave with barely an explanation, without a goodbye. His parents’ deaths, something that occurred over five years ago, suddenly feel raw, everything after their passing he remembers feeling stilted and wrong.

Or

What if Malia’s existence wasn’t the memory Talia took from Peter? And what if memories weren’t the only thing she stole?

Razor Edge of Danger, also by @hotpinklizard

It starts with Gerard. After the clusterfuck of Stiles crashing into the kanima with his jeep, Jackson’s ‘death’ and werewolf resurrection, Lydia and Jackson go off together, Scott goes after Allison, and Derek, broken and hurt from yet another betrayal and use of his body against his will, takes Isaac and leaves, unable to look at any of them. That leaves Stiles standing next to his battered jeep, arms wrapped around his aching ribs. No one so much as looks his way. Except for Peter.

A Meeting in the Dark by LeeBlack

He’d no sooner stepped in the kitchen when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he froze in place, having gotten the crash course on being able to tell when an apex predator was watching him.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with,” he said, with a bravado he most certainly did not feel.

The back door opened enough for someone to slip inside and close it, flipping the deadbolt shut.

“You should keep this locked. Beacon Hills isn’t as safe as it used to be,” came the response.

(baby) maybe that matters more by @lavender-lotion

“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”

A Little Tender Love and Care by @ambersagen

Peter’s back from the dead. Stiles is fresh from a beatdown. It’s the perfect opportunity for a certain half mad wolf to get what he wants this time around. Luckily for Stiles what Peter wants is what the boy needs.

Would You Forgive Me if I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? @whispering-sumire755 (I could have sworn this one was post-Gerard beatdown, but it’s actually post- A Different beatdown. I’m including it anyway because it fucks.) (not literally it’s rated T)

Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he’s cataloged and memorized every single one, he’s hyper fucking aware of them all.

//

“What do you want, Peter?” Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.

He doesn’t like it.

“You’re injured,” the man says, “and whatever it is, it’s put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-”

“- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?” Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.

“Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?”

[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]

[littelovelunette]

story idea : mechanic!sevika x married!rich!r who's husband is away at work and the maids tell sevika that the marriage is in shambles and sevika takes the green light (g!p sevika please?) 🥺❤️

Save Me From This

Contains g!p Sevika (doesn't mention it in the story though), mentions of divorce

Mechanic!Sevika x Married!Reader

Normally, people would take their cars to the mechanics but you were rich, you could be doing a million other things than take a car to a shop.

Instead, you have the mechanic come over, because why not?

"Remind me again, why one would agree to this?" Sevika questioned the maid that led her to the garage.

"The pay is great," the woman replied, "Well, I'm Peyton."

"Sevika."

"You need anything, just call me," she smiled kindly before going to the exit of the garage.

"Wait, Peyton," Sevika said suddenly making the other woman halt.

"Yeah?"

"I don't even have any idea the type of people I'm working for, I barely collected the intel of their last name 'Hayes'," Sevika said, putting down her toolbox and crossing her muscular biceps, "Enlighten me?"

"Well, for starters, they are filthy rich," Peyton said sounding almost bitter, "But between you and I, I'm aware that her husband has a mistress."

"Does Mrs. Hayes know, too?" Sevika asked after a pause of contemplation.

"Of course, she does, she's smart I tell you," Peyton paused, "Although, she likes to pretend she doesn't know anything, she does. Their marriage is in shambles."

"Shambles? It's that bad?" Sevika leaned against the wall, as if deep in thought.

"Well, I've heard that Mrs. Hayes is filing for a divorce soon and rumours say her husband is trying to cut her off financially."

"Oh, so she lives off her husband's funds?"

"No, not really, she's a business mastermind. She owns multiple businesses globally and honestly, it's Mr. Hayes who should be worrying," Peyton said with a grin. She must really hate Mr. Hayes.

"So... You're telling me Mrs. Hayes is richer than her husband?" Sevika asked skeptically.

"Yeah, what can I say, she's a self established woman. I really look upto her," Peyton said, almost blushing.

"I can see why you do," Sevika smirked slightly, she loved women who knew how to handle themselves.

"Anyway, I should leave and get to my work or Mrs. Hayes will bite my head off," Peyton laughed.

"Yeah, I'll do, too. Nice meeting you, Peyton."

"Nice meeting you, too."

You were in your room, silently going over the divorce papers. Your fingers absentmindedly played with the pen before you let out a sigh.

"Ma'am," one of the maids knocked at the door, "The mechanic is done with the work, would you like me to take the payment to her? Or would you like to see the work?"

"I'm coming in a bit," you answered, getting up with a small groan.

"Okay, ma'am."

You dropped the pen on the table and walked towards the door, opening it and peeking out.

The halls were deserted.

With a deep exhale you walked to the garage, opening it with your heavily manicured hand.

And oh damn, the mechanic.

You walked inside, your heels click-clacking against the floor as you stopped in front of her.

"I've done what you've asked of me, Mrs. Hayes," Sevika said, looking at you. She was in a wife pleaser which was now stained with oil and grease. You could almost see her abs through it.

"Mrs. Hayes?" Sevika called again, "You're staring."

"No, right, I mean, sorry," you stumbled over your words, "You don't have to call me Mrs. Hayes, you can just call me by my first name," you said before giving her your first name.

"Oh, I'm Sevika," Sevika said and you nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"Really? You didn't seem to be the type to pay attention to the staff," Sevika said with a slight smirk.

"Oh, I do, believe me, I do," you leaned against the car hood, "Just, the divorce has been a lot on my head, y'know?"

"I understand," Sevika leaned against the car too beside you, "Not that I've ever been in your place, but I have a gist."

You smiled slightly, looking up at her, "You're quite the woman."

"I could say the same for yourself," Sevika said, with a hint of flirtatiousness which you didn't fail to catch.

"Hey, would you be open to going out sometime?" You asked, nervously fiddling with your sleeve.

Sevika smiled, "Yeah, sure."

Your eyes lingered on Sevika's muscular frame, "I've never seen a woman so..."

"Buff? Yeah, I get that," Sevika said awkwardly scratching the back of her head, biceps flexing.

"Can I—?" You raised a hand and took a step closer, as if willing to touch her arm.

Sevika nodded giving you her consent. Her arm was muscly, sweat-glazed and looked so biteable.

"Wow," you mumbled under your breath, squeezing the hard muscle under your fingers, "You must work out a lot."

"A bit," Sevika underplayed it, enjoying your touch on her bicep. You both remained silent for a bit before Sevika said, "I should go home, get cleaned, and—"

"Do come back," you said, "Whenever you like," you quickly added, trying not to sound desperate.

"Is that right?" Sevika smirked, "What, you hopping from people to people, huh?"

"Well, men can be pigs," you said before adding, "You could just make me your Mistress," you winked.

Sevika's smirk darkened, a big calloused hand carefully gripping your waist, "Careful, pretty, don't get so ahead of yourself now..."

She seemed like she wanted to say something.

"But?" You grinned, hands placing on her chest.

"But it's definitely a nice thought."

Part 2??

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY KARLACH *  assorted dialogue from baldur's gate 3

i can't tell if you're flirting or threatening me. i'll take either one.

don't want the youths to think i'm not, you know, up with the times.

sometimes i look at you, and i just don't have words for this feeling. you are everything i ever hoped for. everything i thought i could never have. never deserve.

i just love listening to you speak.

i know i can make you melt.

i want all of you.

i don't think i have it in me to share.

will you stay with me? when it's time.

what the fuck is happening to us?

you know, [name], i'm not sure i can trust you anymore. you're... different. a bit scary, to be honest.

i'm sweating bullets. what if i blow our cover?

it's good to see you smiling, [name].

look at you. the years have been good to you.

we're in the city on some urgent business, but can i come find you when it's all settled?

whose idea was this? was it mine? am i insane?

i'll rip your tongue out, you liar.

you can't possibly believe this shit.

what i wouldn't give for another hour together. another minute.

i can't believe you saw that. you're too young for that.

once you start, it's hard to stop.

now there's a name i'd hoped never to hear again.

this is it. i can practically taste his blood from here.

you're asking a lot. but i can wait - for a while, at least.

i don't want to put you in harm's way either. i'll wait for now.

now you're speaking my language.

sorry i haven't visited. i've been... away. but i'm back now! and i brought friends.

i miss you so much. but i'm happy. and getting up to some really important shit.

i just want to understand. i just want to know why.

the fucker has to die.

this handwriting looks familiar.

do you know what you're doing?

sorry, i think you have the wrong person.

would you believe me if I said i've got to save the city?

i love good news.

glad to see you're so well set-up here.

if we can help them, we will.

could i see your wares?

you'll still be able to do your wizard thing, though, right?

i wouldn't mind doing a little shopping in the city.

to have someone who cares about you and throw them away... i don't know how you do it.

sounds like more your thing than mine.

i was just thinking the same thing, but less poetically.

you're good at staying in character. i'll give you that.

i was just being nice.

what a pesthole. can't wait to clear this place out.

i smell a fight brewing.

care for a dip?

it looks good on you.

good to know love is on the table though.

how could we let this happen?

let's just keep moving. i don't want to talk.

this place is absolutely beautiful. what a wonder.

hey, can i try something on you?

my heart isn't a toy, got it? treat it like one and you're going to get burned. badly.

my heart is telling me i love you.

if i didn't know better, i'd say you're falling in love.

will you excuse me?

you'd better step away before i do something i regret.

i'm glad you chose me.

you give me chills, baby.

i'm not going anywhere. i've got plans for the future, you know. and they involve you.

to be honest, i'm kind of shocked you chose me.

if i can have you back, i've got a place for you here. cozy. warm. safe. and you can stay as long as you want.

it sounds like you really meant it.

revenge sounds so sweet until you've taken it. then all you have is... no one left to blame.

you know, for a while there, i wasn't sure you'd come back. but look at you. you've done what few could ever do - created your own path.

is it almost time for dinner?

don't tease me. my lonesome heart can't take it.

you really are the best of the best. of the best.

you know i'd do just about anything for you.

if he lays a finger on you, i'll break it off. that's a promise.

what's on your mind?

you and me. let's imagine. we have a whole life ahead of us. what do we do?

i'd love for you to show me where you came from. hear your stories. meet your people.

no moment is guaranteed. except this one. and this one. and maybe this one too.

i'm going to live. i get to be alive. i get to stay.

i've never felt better. like i'm finally complete.

and here i thought you had half a brain. how wrong i was!

i love you. and i know you'll choose your destiny, and choose it well.

you're lucky i love you.

you hear me? you're all i could ever ask for.

come on. there's something i want to show you upstairs.

i will miss you. but i wish you luck.

[itadore-me]

˗ˏˋBF!Yuji Headcannons!

-I tried to make this as long as possible.. let me know if you want me to expand on any of these! :D

CW: Fem reader.

Yuji Itadori is the kind of boyfriend who...

-PRINCESS TREATMENT is a must! always tries to carry your bags (even if they aren't heavy), always runs up in front of you to hold the door open, gives you his hoodie without a second thought whenever you're cold.. this guy is a straight up gentleman, he will always treat you right!

"let me hold that for you babe!"

"oh don't worry, I only have clothes in here its not heavy"

Yuji obviously pouts and tries to grab the bags anyway, claiming he 'wouldn't be the best boyfriend' if he let you carry your own bags.

-TEXTS WITH LOTS OF EMOJIS! Pretty much cannon that he honestly didn't have a phone before Jujutsu High, so he definitely doesn't know much of the 'texting etiquette' . I feel like he'd be fast to learn all of the online trends but he wouldn't ever let go of his emojis! Totally the type to use emoticons as well!

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-hey quick question

-WHATS UP?!( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

-do you remember if the homework is due today or tomorrow? I forgot 😔

-oh.😓 i forgot too.(｡>﹏<)

-lol. thats ok ill ask nobara!

-WAIT NO(っ °Д °;)っ‼️

-..?

-.ITS TOMMOROW!( •̀ ω •́ )y

-oh ok thank you!! ily!❤️:)

-:(

-...

-:((((

- Yuji ur so smart for remembering! this is why i LOVE you SO much. :)) how did i ever get so luck with the strongest smartest guy on EARTH?

-( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ❤️ I LOVE YOU MORE!! :)))

-omg yuji ur so dumb i love you

-not nice :(

-LOL

(he totally didn't ask Megumi)

-plus, he ALWAYS texts back IMMEDIATELY even if its like 3am, he has a special notification sound for you so he will always wake up and answer you! Never misses a call or text, even if he's on missions, so if he does miss one... maybe you should find him and see if he needs help.

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-ALWAYS LISTENS! No matter what kind of person you are, listener, or yapper like him, you are a perfect match! He talks.. A LOT. so if you like to just listen, he has you covered! he will always talk your ear off. And if your a yapper like him? EVEN MORE PERFECT! because that means you can talk each others ears off and never run out of conversation! HE loves to talk, he could literally make a career out of it, but if you ever need a person to just listen while you talk, he loves it too! he loves you, and loves your voice, so he is 100% paying attention.

-CUDDLES! Don't get me wrong, when you guys are first starting off in the relationship.. its gonna be a little awkward from both of the shy parties. Even then, though, he always wants to be with you, next to you, listening to you, 24/7. Whatever it is, if it involves you, sign him up! So, the second you both get more comfortable with each other, you wont be able to keep him off of you! a just loves hugging you, and he loves receiving your kisses.

-KISSES! YES! he LOVES your kisses. Anything and everything he does is in hope you will reward him with a kiss. he doesn't even care where! forehead, cheek, nose, hand , neck? if its on his body, it wants kisses!

-HUGS! i'm telling you, one of this guys hugs would HEAL ME. i just know he hugs GOOD. His hugs are the kind that are just the right amount of tight that they give you all of the comfort you need. Sometimes, if he's on a mission for a long time, he will hug you super duper tight and twirl you around, as if it was one of the Disney princess scenes!

-NEVER FORGETS! Yes, Yuji is kind of klutz, he can forget things and is extremely clumsy, at times. but best believe he will never forget ANYTHING when it comes to you. I'm not even talking about the big stuff like birthdays or anniversaries. I'm talking about stuff you mentioned you liked ONCE. if you mentioned your favorite snack in passing, he will 100% remember it and buy you it every chance he gets! and if you happened to mention your favorite color or animal? Anything he sees of it, like a keychain, he buys!

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"-oh yeah, there's this cafe i've been meaning to try! it looks so good, i heard they have the best iced coffee in the city! i LOVE iced coffee!"

Yuji will then rush to the store later, to buy all supplies he needs to make you the perfect iced coffee every morning to surprise you with before class!

—

-SEES YOU IN EVERYTHING! Because he remembers every little thing about you, if he sees a plushie, or keychain, sticker, etc., that happens to have a little something that you mentioned you liked, he always thinks of you! A certain flower that happens to be your favorite color? Well obviously it remind him of you, not just because of the color, but because of its magical beauty!

-ACTS OF SERVICE! He just loves doing things from you, even if he doesn't get anything out of it for himself. It doesn't matter how big or small it is either, he will do it! Things like going to the store if you ran out of something, cleaning up little messes he sees in your room, carries bags, opens doors, gives you his hoodies...Literally anything and everything!

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You finished your makeup, leaving a complete mess of different pallets, lipsticks, eyeshadows, brushes etc. all over your vanity. not to mention the pile of clothes that were thrown to the floor when you struggled to find the right outfit. you decided you didn't have enough time to fix it all now, so it'd have to wait for later.

Fast forward a few hours later, after you finished hanging out with Nobara. You walked into your room, shopping bags in hand, only to find your boyfriend, Yuji, sitting on your freshly made bed, next to a clean vanity, and swept floors. When you check in the closet and the drawers of your vanity, you find out that Yuji paid so much attention, that he had arranged and organized every piece of clothing, and makeup product, just like you do.<3

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-ALWAYS ON TOP OF YOU! Every time he sees you, he will almost always, 100%, walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and place basically all of his body weight on top of you. There is no doubt this man is heavy AF, so he only does it for a second, but sometimes he does it out in public. He LOVES PDA.(only if ur comfy with it tho :D) He will straight up be basically right on top of you when you walk. :P

-LOVES TIKTOK! Literally, he LOVES it. HE practically sends you his entire For You page, and every single funny video that winds up on it. Make sure you respond to each one though, because he gets a little grumpy when you don't. He likes thinking he made you laugh. :) He also LOVES doing Tik Tok trends with you. Challenges, Dances, Pranks, etc. He has soo many videos, and he honestly has a pretty good following!

-LOVES TAKING PICS! On the previous note, he LOVES to take Pictures and videos of you. His entire camera roll is filled of you! It can be embarrassing at times, because there is some on there that you didn't he took/ you didn't prepare for.. But he swears up and down that those little impromptu videos and photos are the best ones of you!

-TALKS ABOUT YOU! He always is finding ways to work you into every single conversation he has with others! Nobara and Megumi are so annoyed with him because he can't stop talking about you. Some one mentions wanting a show to watch? "You should watch this one! It's my girlfriend's favorite show so it must be amazing!" Or if somebody mentions your favorite cafe? "Oh you should get this! My girlfriend always orders it." Some people think that he is either 1) so totally in love (he is) or 2) always under watch and is forced to mention you, because you're so jealous. I guess he just loves you so much.

-HANDS! If playing with your hands or sleeves was a sport, he would be an Olympian! If you're in class, you have to give him your hand to play and fidget with, otherwise he can't focus. If you're a sorcerer like him, he is always running his thumb over the scars in your hands, adoring the subtle difference of the scarred and normal skin. Plus, he loves it when you play with his hands! He will always give you his hand for you to draw on, he even encourages it! He will protect those drawings with his LIFE. He will do his total best to try and wash around them, as to not fade or smudge them.

-TEST SUBJECT! You will always see Yuji looking at you, intrigued, when you do your skincare and makeup. One day, you happen to mention being 'sad' that Nobara wouldn't let you put makeup on her.. and obviously, he can't stand having you 'sad'. So he excitedly volunteers! Whenever you want to do makeup, he will sit as still as possible while you push his fluffy Kirby hair back with a headband. And when you do skincare, he patiently waits for you to finish doing the step on your face, before you turn to do the same on his. He looks a little silly, but he loves the feeling of your gentle fingers applying moisturizer on his face, rubbing it in his skin. And he LOVES the ticklish feeling of the brush when you add contour!

-ADOPTS MANNERISMS! If you speak a certain way, say certain things, or have little quirks. He will 100% adopt these mannerisms as his own! At first, he does it so you have more in common, but at some point it becomes subconscious! Like, if you are brain rotted, he will always play along and joke around with you too! If it's brain rot, he will totally act like a parent trying to be "hip" with the kids at first, but he gets it eventually. If it's something like tapping/chewing your pencil when you think in class, he'll adopt that too(pretty sure he already chews his pencils tho)

- if you have a morning routine you mention to him, he'll be the kind of person to try it out once, just to see for himself how it feels.. but then he'll do it a bunch more times and it eventually becomes his own! Like if you're a sorcerer, you have to stay fit, so when you wake up you do a little yoga, then make coffee.. then take a shower and get dressed..etc. so He'll do the same, just changing out the yoga part for doing some simple exercises with weights.

-SHOPPING! OMG he LOVES going shopping with you. Especially clothes shopping. He loves sitting and waiting outside your dressing room, a pile of clothes and bags sitting next to him, waiting for you to come out and AMAZE him with your next look. It NEVER gets old for him. He is your personal hype man. You would think you paid him! He will always volunteer to go shopping with you and Nobara. And he is always up for going to your dorm, and watching you try on stuff you ordered online too! He calls it his own personal fashion show, and model :) he really loves it when you try on bathing suits! He's always so stunned and amazed by how beautiful you are.

A/N- super sad bc this was a teensy bit longer (only like 3 more tbh) but tumblr didnt save and i lost them :( Anyways!! likes and reblogs appreciated! requests are open!

| RULES | MASTERLIST |

[toriaaniin]

I love getting clear and relevant messages from Universe. Today, this quote landed in my IG feed and I thought "I hear you, Universe!"

You've likely read in posts here on Tumblr that Tif landed on this platform and created a blog. A lot of blog creators that I follow and admire have shared that they've blocked Tif's account. Me? I knew that I had no intention of EVER navigating over there to read her twisty interpretations of reality, her cyber bullying, and her "I'm so hard done by!" posts, so blocking her account didn't seem important to me. Staying away from anything Tif related would be easy.

Here's the thing though; if I didn't block her, she'd have access to my posts (findable via the Lukola hashtag). While not important enough for me to put a whole lot of brain energy into, I did find myself wondering if I should make the effort to block her.

Then I saw this quote shared on IG; the Universe reminding me of reality. It was in that moment I realized that for me to "stay away" from Tif, it meant keeping Tif away from me. I'd already been cyber-bullied by the bitch... why leave myself open to more of her BS? Sure she'd likely ignore me, but why take the chance? Why be a punching bag for her and/or her Minions?

So I've blocked her. And I encourage you to do that same. Let's not give her any of our time or energy! This post = it's the last bit of public energy I'm going to give her. Period.

I'll close by providing a link to her account so that you can easily navigate over and block her from your life too. My hope is that karma will bite her in the ass very soon and she'll be gone forever (people are informing Luke & Nicola's teams about her, so yay!). My apologies for cluttering your feed with her clown face 🤡

Aaniin Xxx

[lostinlovingrevery]

Hands

Logan Howlett X Reader

You spend a lot of time in your garden

A/N: This may or may not be something that I've become self conscious over lately. this is more of a self-indulgent short piece :)

Warnings: A bit angsty, reader has a bit of self loathing over their hands, could be read as a metaphor for different things? or taken literally. Logan being supportive <3

Fingers break through the soil.

Soil, a mixture of sand, silt, clay. Minerals, rocks, organic matter. All form together a messy composite that nurtures life. Both soft and rough, wet and dry. 

You dug through it, creating space after space to plant the very life that the soil would nurture. Asters, trilliums, wild geraniums. Pleasant scents that wafted to your nose and give you an eerie feeling of peace.

Brows creased as you stared at the soil and mulch the you spread and dug apart with your fingers. You had tools available, trowels and rakes and shovels- but you chose to use your hands instead. Toiling over the soil, repeated actions and movements that you don't stop.

 The sun shined in your eyes, rays shooting down and hitting you with an intense heat that made your skin burn and sweat bead on your forehead.

 You turned, grabbing another tulip- sticking the bulb securely into the hole you dug and pushing the dirt over it securely. You pat the dirt, firming it around the pink tulip you set in place- stopping as you stare at your hands that are placed on the ground.

They were covered in dirt. Brown and black specks, a dark dust layered over your skin. Small clumps that climbed up to your elbows. 

Closer observation, dirt was buried under your nails and in the crevices of them. Your nails are short, broken, and cracked. Your fingers were crooked- they always were like that. 

You turned turned your hand, noting the dryness of your palm. The dirt had taken in the moisture of your skin, sucking it dry. The life, health, and love line of your hand was pronounced and dark from the soil that buried itself into your skin. Callouses were forming from the work you do every day. 

You should probably wear gloves.

Your hands weren’t pretty. They weren’t dainty and thin like Jeans. They weren’t smooth and perfectly manicured like Ororos. 

It didn’t matter how much lotion you wore, how often you filed your nails, or painted them. They would never look feminine, pretty, delicate. They looked awful. 

A frown set on your face as you stared at your hands, sinking deeper into the pit of your mind. 

“Looks nice.” 

You blinked, a small inhale as you realized you’d been holding your breath. You turned your hand to look at Logan. He tilted his head, a sweet smile on his face as he looked down at you.

“You alright bub?” He asks in concern. 

“Yeah.” You finally say, your voice hoarse. You’ve been out here for hours. Digging through the soil. Dirtying your hands. You’d been lost in thought, barely moving your position kneeling into the grass and dirt. 

“Something bothering you?” He asks, kneeling next to you. You cleared your throat, staring down at your hands once more, now resting on your thighs. “You’ve been at it out here for a while sweetheart.” 

It was your escape, the gardens. Even if there was nothing to do, there was something to do. You’d create something. Remove those shrubs, transplant some flowers, and prune the woody plants. You would water, fertilize, and look for signs of disease and pests. 

Now though, it seems that the world has finally managed to climb into your garden, poisoning your only escape. 

Logan was the only one to pick up on it. Of course, he was- he was so intuitive to your every move. He watched you begin to come out to the garden at random, spending hours upon hours working on it silently. The others thought it was a nice hobby that you decided to start as a pastime for when there was nothing to do. 

Logan knew better.

He never tried to bring it up. Knowing it was what you needed. 

Then today, he stirred at nearly 6 in the morning, finding you're gone from your shared bed already. He climbed out, walking towards the window where he watched you already in the gardens when the sun just barely peaked over the horizon. He’d come out and check on you throughout the day- never interrupting you, just making sure you weren’t pushing yourself too hard. It was now 4 o'clock, and he hadn’t seen you eat, drink, or do much of anything other than dig into the soil and plant something new. 

You stare down at your hands on your thighs. 

“Sweetheart?” Logan put a hand over yours. You look at his. The way it settled over your dirty hand. No fear, no shame, no disgust. 

He curled his fingers around your hand. You finally looked up at him. His hazel eyes gazed adoringly into yours. “You’ve been working pretty hard out here. It looks beautiful.” He says. 

You turned your head to look at the garden, the flowers and shrubs and trees. You watched a butterfly flutter past, landing on a small butterfly bush you planted a few weeks ago. Its wings softly flap before it finally rests. You spent so much time digging and digging, you never stopped to look around you. 

To see what you cultivated. 

“Maybe it’s time to take a break?” He asks. You turned to look at him again. “Take care of yourself now, yeah? Better yet, let me do it.” He smiles, bringing your dirt cover hand to his lips, and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. 

A small quiver of your lip as you watched him. He never broke eye contact with you as he kissed your skin. His lips felt soft against your dry skin. He pressed several pecks to your hand, seemingly unaffected by the dirt, and the dryness, nothing phased him. He seemed happy to even just touch you, to be near you. 

You let out a small exhale, and nodded, allowing him to help you up from the ground. He intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning to press a kiss to your temple, and you walked away from the garden.

[whereispearlescentmoon]

I've been thinking about the icarus curse. A lot of people use it for Grian, but it also applies well to Pearl. She thrives, she gets far, but then her wings, her allies and teammates, die. She falls, grasping at air, anything and everything that she can, though she knows that she will inevitably fall, again. Nothing she does will stop it, but she keeps trying anyways, because she can't bear the thought of living without a purpose. Her wings are her purpose, which is to give others the victory she wanted, the one that was denied to her in double life, forcing her to pave her own way.

I literally have nothing to add this slaps.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine You and Dante Meeting Baby Nero For The First Time

Dante X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, Dante has baby fever

Word Count: 1.3k

(A/N:) I saw some fanart of Dante holding a baby Nero and I was blind sided by this idea. Sorry I haven't been posting much as my job and etsy shop is taking a lot of my time here lately. I've been struggling with a little writers block too. Every time I sat down to write everything felt like garbage. It's possible that this is garbage too but I'm tired of not trying to get some stories posted. Also it's perfect timing with the new trailer dropping for the upcoming series! I am going to be insatiable when it drops so prepare for DMC and Dante fangirling! I hope you enjoy this story and it gives you warm and fluffy feelings! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Dante hadn't heard much from his brother in awhile and that wasn't unusual. What was unusual was said brother to wind up at the door of the Devil May Cry office with a silver haired baby boy in his arms. Dante stiffened, his eyes wet with unshed tears at the sight before him. You stood at his side taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"What are you doing here," Dante asked, making sure he had you protected from his brother. While he loved Vergil, he didn't trust him. Especially when it came to humans. He would protect you no matter what, but his heart pounded in his chest at the sight of the young child in his twin's arms.

"I didn't know what else to do," Vergil replied staring straight into Dante's harsh gaze without flinching.

You stepped forward causing Dante to snarl and step in front of you again. You shook your head at him, making Dante back down but he still kept at the ready prepared to protect you at any cost.

"Vergil," you spoke, "who's kid is this?"

Dante sucked in a breath and Vergil stiffened.

"Mine," he replied. "I couldn't bring myself to leave him all alone."

"Guess there's still a human heart in there somewhere," you teased before reaching out to Vergil to hand over the child. He handed him over to you, stepping back when Dante growled. You held the boy gently pressing his cheek to your chest and carefully rocked him. Though you weren't looking at him, the gentle smile you had on your lips made Dante's heart quicken in his chest. His body heated and he fought the urge to pull you into his arms. A twinge of jealousy tweaked at his heart, that it was his brother's kid you were holding and not one of you two's creation.

"Dante," your voiced tugged him out of his thoughts," come meet your nephew. He's precious."

"Can't be that cute he's Vergil spawn," he snorted.

Vergil scoffed," We look the same brother."

"I disagree I always thought I was the better looking twin."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, one second they want to tear each other's throats out and the next their snarking it up. You hoped Nero would at least have enough braincells to not be like his father and uncle.

"Grow up to not be like them," you whispered into his ear before Dante stood before your side.

He leaned down taking in the sight of his nephew but his eyes darted quickly towards your face. "I heard that."

"Good," you laughed before holding out the little bundle of joy towards his uncle. "Your turn."

Dante jolted backwards, Vergil chuckled from the doorway. Shooting a glare at his brother Dante shook his head.

"I can't. I never held a kid before."

"Oh please! It's easy," you scoffed. You couldn't help but find his worry amusing but it also melted your heart. For such a fearless devil may care attitude, Dante was just a big softy at heart. Gripping his wrist you lead him towards the couch before shoving him onto the cushions.

"Babe," Dante smirked, "not in front of the baby or my brother."

Sighing you began to move Dante's arms around, "Shut up. I'm helping you. Now bend your arm and put...hey Vergil what's his name?"

"Nero," he said.

"Weird name," Dante retorted and you slapped his chest.

"I like it. Now put Nero's head in the crook of your arm to support him and now and now put this one under his body and cuddle him to your chest. See, easy peasy?"

Nero snuggled deeper into Dante's warmth causing the devil hunter to melt. His glanced from the baby towards you. You oblivious to the want in his eyes. With baby fever nipping at his heels, he knew it was going to be hard staying away from you. But one look at Vergil had his blood cooling. Dante started to rock Nero a little like he had watched you do and you nodded in approval.

"Now care to explain yourself," Dante asked when he handed Nero back to you and you passed him back to Vergil. Vergil had enough shame to look guilty.

"I needed a place until I could find another home for me and him," he replied looking down at his son.

"Where's the mom," you asked while holding Dante's arm just in case.

"She's dead."

Dante snarled.

"What do you expect Dante? We're sons of Sparda, they'll always go after the people we care about," Vergil snarled before pinning his glare onto you.

You stepped backwards and Dante took a threatening step towards his twin. Vergil backed down immediately, not wanting to anger his only hope for a roof over his child's head. Glancing towards Dante, the younger twin sighed his shoulders dropping.

"You can stay," he pointed a finger towards his brother. "But you have to find an alternative quickly and you can't harm anyone while you're here. I don't owe you anything but I'm not tossing a defenseless baby out there, though I would you in a heartbeat."

"Guess you're bunking in my spare room," you said with a smile. "Follow me I'll show you."

"I'll show him," Dante shook his head. He couldn't help but feel a little more protective over you after seeing you so close to Vergil and seeing a baby in your arms didn't help.

"Thank you Dante."

"You owe me one now and you owe her big time," Dante nodded in your direction but you waved the gratitude away.

"I'm fighting for Nero. He deserves better."

Vergil nodded in agreement before turning and following his brother to his temporary room.

Later that night as you laid beside Dante, your fingers laced together with his, you waited for him to break the silence and say what was on his mind since his brother came to the front door. He couldn't go to sleep and though you couldn't see him, the tension in his body was telling you it was eating at him.

"Do you think," he began to say before releasing your hand and turning over. "Never mind it's stupid."

"Dante," you sighed wrapping your arms around his sides and pressing yourself against his bare back, "it's not stupid if it's bothering you so much."

Seconds ticked by before he tossed back over almost making you fall off the too small bed. He caught you pulling you in tight, causing you to giggle.

"Do you think that you could see that type of future for the both of us," he finally asked.

You melted, tracing patterns across his skin, "What do you mean?"

"Marriage, kids, the whole shebang," he whispered.

You snuggled in tighter, "You want that with me?"

Dante scoffed, booping you on the nose, "I had to fight the devil inside not to toss you over my shoulder and carry you to this room while my brother watched when you held the little rugrat."

"That would have been humiliating," you snorted.

"Not to me," Dante laughed.

"Don't laugh at my embarrassment," you growled.

"Sorry," he said in a tone that didn't prove he was sorry at all. "I have baby fever. Or more like you fever."

"How flattering," you teased. "I may have a touch of Dante fever too."

Internally purring at your words Dante squeezed you and kissed the top of your head. "Stay by my side?"

You brushed your lips against his and stroked the longer silver strands that brushed against Dante's cheeks, "Always."

Dante kissed you deeply, holding you tight through the night as you both talked about the future and what it could hold for you both.

[hanalyrata]

do you have any Alpha HCs?

Well fuck me sideways this has been in my askbox since I drew/wrote [this] and I've been avoiding it because I have a lot of thoughts and will YAP (there will likely be a part 2).

So buckle up *cracks knuckles*

Starting off on the food and drink because I woke up hungry. He doesn't really have food preferences as in things he actively likes and will talk about, remnants of the pits and not having a human body. It's just fuel to him. However! Sweet things, nope, none of that. Man likes his coffee black (just like his metal) and his alcohol hot and fiery. The spiciest rum or bitterest whiskey he can find.

Resting bitch face. Constantly. He's very brash and often crude in how he speaks. Which winds 'mega up because he's much more softly spoken and measured. He doesn't laugh much. More smug chuckles and the occasional incredulous bark. But an actual laugh? Only one ghoul gets to hear that (It's Ifrit, don't kid yourself, I'm not dropping my Alphrit brainrot).

Speaking of smug. He's the first 'The' Alpha. So he gets the egotistical attitude that comes with being 'first'. Definitely thinks he's above everyone else (with only a slight side shoot to Omega because they were summoned together and Omega is the only one who can tell Alpha to shut up and he will), the whole 'I hate you all equally' attitude. He does care, but he's the definition of a tsundere trope.

I don't see Alpha and Omega from like, a love perspective. Like romantically. There's a familial love there that comes with being summoned together and put through the same hells and hardships. By the time Terzo's gone, Alpha is just over it by that point. It's his third papa, he's just here to serve the ministry, he's used to being abandoned by now, who fucken cares about some flouncy-ass 'leader' who never showed a single measure, in his eyes, of the leadership and commitment that Secondo did (He doesn't know about the Papaganda partying).

What did boil his piss however, was the damage it did to Omega. The man he watched being so stone-hard and measured fall for Terzo, only to have it ripped from under him and abandoned again. He's angry at Terzo for that. Sure, he never gave a fuck about Terzo, but 'Mega did and the connection of being summoned together won't break that 'giving a fuck' that he has hidden in the depths of his heart.

Side note: Alpha does have his moments of silly. They're very few and far between though. See: The Shoes™

We gonna go NSFW? Fuck it, we're going NSFW because Alpha is chronically horny.

Alpha is a pleasure dom. Sure, he'll fuck mostly anyone into next week (He's a bit of a whore in my opinion), but if there's one thing that really feeds his ego is making someone else buckle under the pleasure he's feeding them. He has all of the control here even if the sub is the one calling the shots. He's the one making them feel all of that and making them come crawling back because they just want more.

Pain kink. Big time (If the sheer amount of piercings I draw him with didn't give that away). Knife-play and all. Loves having his hair pulled, being bitten and scratched up. It switches something off in his brain and he lives for that. Only issue is that he's had many a telling off from both Omega and Aether when he's gone a bit too deep and it's not something butterfly stitches can resolve.

Alphrit thoughts under cut:

Alpha was angry when he was being replaced, certain he was going to hate every fiber of his replacements being. But was instantly stopped in his tracks by that long orange hair and sunset eyes. He couldn't hate Ifrit if he tried.

He taught Ifrit almost everything he knows about topside, it's his job after all, being his predecessor. Omega notices the shift in his attitude over time. From the smug, I'm better than everyone, y'all can rot in the pits for all I give a fuck, to showing a bit more emotion around people that isn't just irritation. The subtle touches, the mumbled 'sweetheart' that only Ifrit gets.

Ifrit is the only ghoul Alpha will sub to, and he taught him everything he knows about that too. He needs to be able to switch off sometimes, not be the one to be in control, not be the one to be in charge of everything and the burden of being 'first' and Ifrit can do that. He's the one he feels safe enough to be vulnerable with because there's no judgment, only admiration and care.

It did take a while though for him to convince Ifrit to participate in the pain kinks. The fear of slapping Alpha too hard, pressing the blade too deep. He's still shaky on the latter. The former disappeared the moment Alpha almost instantly spilled behind the crack that echoed through the room on the first slap landing.

Ifrit is almost the golden retriever energy foil to Alpha's stubborn attitude and it just works for them. Even if Alpha's pinching the bridge of his nose so hard sometimes, he's certain his piercings are going to migrate.

I have more but this post is getting LONG.

[qsplaylist]

how to actually wake up early .~°~•

non-basic tips from a girl who struggles too

I've been waking up early pretty consistently for the past two years now, so I thought it might be helpful for me to share some tips that I used to keep that consistency.

1. the night before, (if you struggle to wake up)

start a task. I found that if I had something that I wanted to do the next morning, I would just start the first part of it the day before (e.g. reading a few pages of my assignment, finishing half of the outline I was typing up). then, when I wake up in the morning, I'll feel more inclined to get up so I can get the task done.

set an alarm 30 minutes prior to your actual wake up time, and then one on your wake up time. then, when the first alarm goes off, you can think "oh, but I'll let myself sleep in 30 minutes." I don't know how many times this will work (since it only worked a couple of times for me). but your brain tricks you all the time, so just return the favor this time.

make your wake up time 30 mins earlier every other day. cultivating an early morning routine is difficult in itself. so, I found the best way to go about it is by easing myself into it. just take your current wake up time (for example, 12 pm), and then set an alarm 30 mins before that (11:30 am). you've woken up earlier! two days later, you can set it at 11 am. then, very soon, you'll be reaching that 6 or 7 am wake up times you've been wanting.

2. the night before, (if you struggle to fall asleep early)

intensive movement. I found that, if I just do something very mentally or physically draining (like holding a plank, or starting a boring assignment), I fall asleep much quicker. I guess my body would rather fall asleep than have to read my physics textbook...

finish a task. any kind of task could work for this, like sending a text, posting a story, reading that next webtoon update that you've been putting off reading. if you're an easily worried/anxious person like me, finishing something can give you the closure you need to sleep peacefully. (kind of the opposite of "starting a task" tip that I gave earlier)

finish a task, then start a new task. if you struggle to both wake up and go to sleep, then just do a combination of the two. finish any task to feel accomplished with yourself, but start a new task to give yourself a justification for waking up early.

3. the dreaded morning

drink one glass of cold water. I don't know why this helps, but it does. there's really nothing more refreshing than one glass of cold water first thing in the morning. getting up to get it is also a bonus, because then you're getting out of bed and walking to go get it.

jam out to some song. it doesn't really matter what song it is, but just put on your earphones, blast it, and dance as vigorously as you want to the song. I found that doing this really helps wake me up.

finish that task that you started the night before. now, not only have you woken up, but you've also completed something!

4. but I physically can't get up!

sit up suddenly. I don't know why this works for me, but it does. like, if you have a deadline or a test to study for that you still feel iffy about (unprepared), use it as a justification for why you're sitting up suddenly, and just lurch forward. it will scare your senses into waking up, and (most of the time) lose your urge to crawl back in bed. again with the mind games against your own mind haha ;)

then, get out of bed immediately. it doesn't really matter if you're going to scroll on your phone, watch a YouTube video, or whatever you want to do, just do it outside of your bed. it helps prevent you from wanting to go back in.

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building an early morning routine takes time, so be gentle with yourself if you slip up! now, though, you’ve just got some extra tools to make mornings a little brighter and a lot easier. you’ve got this!

sincerely yours, q's playlist

[creatingblackcharacters]

what hairstyles would you like to see more,especially on black female characters?

im an artist and oc creator,and i have a lot of black characters(girls in general mostly too lol) so i thought i asked someone who knows a lot about the topic.

thank you in advance!Have a wonderful day<3

Black; all of them! I've always said I'm a sucker for locs and short afros, though, and in all colors. Even when our hair is straight in the design, it would still be nice if like... It still looked like our texture's been flat-ironed. Or if you're giving them a wig or a sew-in, that would be cool too if we like... Knew that.

Literally anything that isn't the "I treat your design like a white girl's" Brazilian wavy bussdown, or the "we just made this white guy with Harry Styles hair paint bucket brown" look on men. I'll vomit if I see anymore of those.

I assume you've read my lessons, but feel free to go through the ones on hair and traverse through the links- there are endless options!

[redsrooftopprincess]

*comes skidding into your inbox with a pant*

Speak of the devil girl because I was literally stalking your blog just today with a thought that’s been bouncing around in my head for a bit about our favorite big boy Red and wanted to ask your thoughts about it when I saw that your asks were open! So here me out on this (and if this isn’t something you don’t feel comfortable no worries at ALL I’m just in a chatty mood and thought I’d swing my shot) but how do you think Raph would handle being in a relationship or being interested with someone who is demisexual? AKA someone who doesn’t feel sexual attraction until after a deep emotional connection? I know I know at first thought that wouldn’t make sense at all because like look at him…that man must be a late library book because he is FIIIIIIINE and the best/worst part? He knows it. Or at least, knows his body and is confident in it. I just think it would be so interesting for Raph to meet with someone who thinks like “hey yeah cool I can tell you work and you look great but like has anybody recently told you that your soul is beautiful?” Because Raph never really gets that chance to explore that emotional vulnerable side of himself? I know a lot of folks expound on these moments in sexual light and we all know how good those parts of the story can be *eyebrow wiggle* but I am curious on how Raph would handle exposing that part of himself and having to like work his way into more physical moments by first being emotional upfront with someone.

Again, ramblings of an insane person that you are MORE than free to do whatever you’d like. I just think you’re cool and I’m curious to see/ hear your thoughts on the matter if you’re up for sharing.

AnYhOo, you’re cool. You deserve good things and I hope all the good things you do come back to you this week. Kay love ya BYEEEEE!

When it comes to humans, I, myself am Demi (though, if Red ever shows up in the flesh, my partner knows where they stand), and many of us know the pain of "too late," well.

...

Demi

Raphaelxgn!Reader

No warnings

It was disappointing at first. Mike had introduced you at one of his parties. Raphael had only been to a few, and they had all been fun as hell. Honestly, being the center of attention in a large group of people and it's not a bad thing? Sign him the fuck up.

It did have it's drawbacks. It could be exhausting. He never thought he'd be sick of beautiful people fawning all over him, but some nights he didn't have it in him to "perform."

The second he walked in, the usual throng of enamoured humans flocked to him, and to his credit, he was prepared to do his best. He'd been in a low lately, and Mike had basically dragged him out in hope that it might keep him out of his own head for a while. Raph didn't want to disappoint him, but he *didn't* want to be there. He'd stay for an hour and then slip out once the party was in full swing, and Mike would be too busy hosting to notice.

But if Hamato Michaelangelo excels at anything, it's knowing people, and he knows his brothers better than anyone.

The adrenaline barely had time to hit his system as the crowd descended, before his brother had him by the elbow and was steering him through a crowd of disappointed whines toward the back of the club.

He patted Raph's shell, comfortingly, as they moved beyond the throngs of the thirsty, to a secluded booth in the back decked out in white, purple, black, and grey. You smile up at them from your gaming laptop as they approach, and Raphael is a little worried that his brother is trying to set him up with someone again.

"Hey Mike!" you chirp, as he pushes his brother into the booth, sitting beside him and trapping him inside. You raise an eyebrow.

"Big bro needs a breather," Mike says, Raphael gives him an annoyed look and you suppress a smile. "Raphael, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Raphael."

You smile politely, "Pleased to meet you. I've heard wonderful things from your adoring fans!"

Raphael smirks, half chuckling, a little intimated. Out on the floor he had swagger and he could play the part, even if he wasn't entirely up to it. He could hide in the crowd. Pretend that he was like everyone else. He didn't have to do much to show off, people wanted him. Even those that weren't directly turned on were at least a little curious. But you're beautiful, alone, and while your not being rude or anything, you don't seem all that impressed. It was nice. And terrifying.

"Welp, I'm needed elsewhere," Mike says smoothly, sliding out of the booth. Raphael's head snaps to look at his brother. No. He wasn't just going to drop him here with this gorgeous person and leave. Mike shoots him a wink and disappears in a crowd of passing patrons.

It takes you a few minutes to get through the initial awkwardness of introduction, but after a while, Raph starts to relax and despite the low he's currently slogging through, he actually has a really good time. You're funny, and smart, and gorgeous, and you don't look at him like a piece of meat or a monster.

For the next few days he's quiet, contemplative. The day before another party he catches Mike in his room.

"Hey, you got a second?"

Mike pauses his third playthrough of Assassin's Creed 2 [aka, the best one, fight me] and looks up from his pillow pile, "Sure! Sup?"

"So, uh, you know Y/N?"

Mike raises a brow, "Yeah...?"

"Are they, uh," he clears his throat, fidgeting uncomfortably, "are they... seeing anybody?"

Mike sighs, looking at his brother almost apologetically, of course you're the first person he'd *actually* be interested in. "Dude, they're Demi."

Raphael looks confused.

Mike sighs, "Okay, crash course in the ace/aro spectrum. Most people hear ace and they think no sex ever. Which is only true for some people."

Raph looks more confused.

"Just, stay with me," Mike encourages, "asexuality and aromanticism is a spectrum like anything else. While yes, people that are totally ace don't really get turned on by anything, you also have grey ace, demi, and other fun combo ones where sex drive and romance isn't necessarily a 'no' it's more of an 'only under certain circumstances,' situation. Demisexuals can't get turned on until they're already really close with someone. Most people, you turn on their body and their heart will follow, Demi's are the opposite. The only thing that gets them going with someone is a strong emotional bond. Your heart has to turn them on before your body even has a chance. They pretty much wrote the book on friends to lovers."

"...oh, okay," Raph nods, before furrowing his brow, "so..."

"So," Mike continues, "if you want to pursue something with them, it'll take time for them to be anywhere near ready for a relationship. And a hookup is fully off the table."

Raph thanks his brother for the clarity, and thinks about that for a while. You're beautiful, and he had a lot of fun just hanging out with you, but realistically, if your going to end up close to and attracted to anyone, it's probably not going to be him. Which was disappointing, sure, but you were still an awesome person, and he was pretty new to this whole "making friends," thing. He decides that even if nothing more was ever going to happen, your still more than worth hanging out with, as long as you feel the same about him. He doesn't need you to like him back as long as you like having him around.

And thus began, honestly, the best friendship either of you have ever had. Without the stress of "do we like each other" on the table, the two of you could just be together. You talked about anything and everything under the sun, and he told you things he would never, could never, tell anyone else.

You were the best wingman anyone could ever ask for, and were able to get him more than a few dates with beautiful, interesting, and fun people. For over a year, you were the closest of friends. It actually ended more than one relationship when Raph's potential partner couldn't handle the fact that you were basically a packaged deal.

Not long after your one year "anniversary," he noticed some changes. The last few people you tried to set him up with, you didn't seem as enthusiastic about. You're usually all about helping him get a date, but lately you've seemed almost... upset?

You tried to hide it. But as time went on, watching him leave the party with someone else was becoming more and more difficult. It took you a few weeks, but when you finally figured it out it hit you like a train.

It happened the third time you watched him leave a party with Sarah. Hand at her lower back, holding open the door like a gentleman, he caught your eye on the way out and you tried your best to make your smile look genuine before hiding behind the glass you'd raised in his direction. He noticed and gave you a quizzical look as you quickly buried your face in your glass, before Sarah called him away and the fire exit door closed.

You'd drained your glass and left right after.

The last time you developed feelings for someone it was a good friend of several years. They began the friendship wanting you, and tried for a long time before giving up. Once they did and you finally had the freedom to get close, you developed feelings, and they accused you of playing games. It ruined your friendship completely. This was before you knew what Demisexuality was, but knowledge is a pretty useless power when you're the only one who gets it.

Mike had let slip over daiquiris one night that you were the first person Raphael ever showed any actual interest in. Until he learned that you were Demi. And of course he didn't push, he probably didn't think there was any way you could ever want him. Despite his swagger he really doesn't think all that much of himself, even less so back then.

But that was a year ago, and while his own insecurities haven't exactly gone away, he's definitely becoming more confident. Sarah is gorgeous, the type of woman he'd never have considered approaching when you met. And you really like her. If you didn't you wouldn't have set them up in the first place.

So you're going to keep your mouth shut where it's safest for you, and everyone else involved. Raphael is the best thing that ever happened to you. You can't lose him.

You've started distancing yourself, hoping some space might help things go back to some kind of normal. You just need time to breathe, to take a step back and collect yourself and pretend like it doesn't kill you that now he's on his sixth date with Sarah and things are going really really well. Why can't you just be happy for your friend?

Eventually, one night, you just don't go. He would be spending all night with her, so it's not like you'd be missed. You would honestly be surprised if he noticed your absence at all. And you aren't bitter, honestly. And you aren't mad at him, how could you be? It just seems a little unfair that you could never feel anything until it was too late.

Surprisingly, he texted you near sunrise,

Red: [Missed you tonight. You okay?]

Y/N:

Y/N: [Yeah, work was just really hard today.]

Red: ...

Red: ...

Red:

Red: ...

Red:

Red:

Red: [Okay.]

You don't work on Wednesdays, but you're pretty sure he doesn't know that. You hope that will be the end of it. He won't press. What you aren't expecting is a certain orange-clad ninja in a seafoam jacket tapping at your window the following night.

"Hey, Mike," you say curiously, opening the window so he can move inside, "what's up?"

"Hey," he says, fixing his lapels, "Raph said your probably not coming to the party tonight. Aaaaaaand that you're lying to him." He gives you a genuine look, "So, what's up, buttercup?"

You know your not getting out of this. He gives you a look that says he already knows, he's just waiting for you to say it. Raph says he gets that from their dad.

Your cheeks burn and you look down and away. He dips his head to recapture your gaze. "The real reason you bailed wouldn't have anything to do with a certain reptile in red and the pretty blond bombshell hanging off his arm... would it?"

You sigh heavily and close your eyes, before turning, and walking over to the couch, "It doesn't matter. It's too late," you sit heavily, defeated. "It's always too late," you mutter to yourself.

"Wow," Mike says, watching you, a small smile working the corner of his mouth, "you know, in all the time I've known you I think this is the first time I've ever seen you actually into anyone."

"Not that it matters," you snap back, gently, the smile annoys you a little, "he's got Sarah. And they're really good together. And I'd be some kind of asshole to say anything at this point. And you don't say anything either," you demand, pointing at him, "He's happy. I'm not going to fuck that up for him."

Begrudgingly, he acquiesces, and not long after unsuccessfully trying one last time to convince you to go to the party, Mike makes his way out, and you put on a movie and curl up on the couch to distract yourself.

A little after two, you hear a quiet tapping on the window before the unmistakable sound of it sliding open in the casement, and a familiar soft landing on carpet.

You stand as he slides the window shut, "I thought you were with Sarah tonight. Everything okay?"

He turns to face you... and you know.

"Fucker ran his mouth," you laugh sardonically, shaking your head. "We don't have to talk about this, " you say, turning around to walk, somewhere, anywhere else.

"Yeah, I think we do," he argues. You stop walking with a sigh.

"Raph, please. Just go back to the party. Back to Sarah, have a-"

"Can't."

You turn and give him a quizzical look. "Wha- Why not?"

"We broke up." He says simply.

Your stomach drops, "You didn't break up with her because of- Raph, that's-"

"Relax," he says, holding up a hand and moving slowly toward you, "I didn't have to. She saw Mike and I talking, and she knew the score. Said to tell you, 'no hard feelings.'"

"But, I-"

He takes your hand before his eyes meet yours once again.

"But, I was too late..." You say softly, confused.

He can't help the smile that blooms across his features, "Not for me," he raises your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it, "Never for me." He looks at you, earnestly, and you can see the trepidation in his eyes. In the last year, the guy has developed one hell of a game, but you know the heart of him. He can't hide from you, and when you look at him, you see everything. He's terrified it isn't real. That he's getting his hopes up. That all that he is isn't enough.

And you want to tell him that he is. You really, really do. That he's more than enough. That he's so damn beautiful there was no way for you *not* to fall deeper the deeper you came to know him. But you don't. Not yet.

You just kiss him.

...

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[mortish-writes]

some reassurances!!! i'm honestly glad you wrote in the zealot route alongside the heretic. i'd argue, from what i've seen, the zealot is pretty popular and she's a breath of fresh air in the genre. as someone personally religious (not christian), its nice to see someone navigate their fate and believe in it, but also come to terms with how it's been abused, revised, etcetera. also, opens the possibility zealot would be into other religions outside the confines of her own, which i find interesting. her also getting an option to hold out until marriage because of her own trauma as a bastard is also juicy and to be fair reflects how some people irl are. it's realistic for people to have misgivings about new arrangements that challenge their beliefs and to still hold onto them, despite revelations, because they decide this aspect at least is still worth keeping,,, zealot mc also has a point bastards won't be treated well and society won't be kind (and she's not hurting someone in choosing not to fornicate until marriage is involved besides the plot). gives her more control of the situation too, as you mentioned, and honestly makes her more proactive. heretic is sweet and deserves a hug, and i do like her, but the biggest reason I find zealot more fun and interesting is because she's punching the plot than just reacting to it like heretic, who's getting the plot's punches (i usually love angst, but imo zealot shapes the plot a bit more than heretic and it works better as an if for me),,, also, her character development will outwardly be more prominent. i can't wait to make her love being a mom and admit she loves these brutes! and that's the other thing too: i prefer her relationship to the guys vs. the heretic's because of taste, especially with valdricht.

so while you probably could've be further along if you just stuck to the heretic, imo it was the zealot who we were first introduced to and made us interested in the game! she still has her fans and i'm really grateful we have more than one way to play the MCs, especially with cult route coming up! sorry, this was long, i just wanted to come and bat for my girl a little bit because she's a big reason i got into the game and i find her more relatable and dynamic.

Wow, I was just about to head to bed and I'm so glad I checked Tumblr first. This is so thoughtful and I really needed to hear this. There's been this invisible gremlin on my shoulder all week grumbling "you could already be on night 10 if you hadn't added another route."

Even though the Heretic route is canon I actually love the Zealot route. I think a lot of times religious characters are written derisively (unless they're like nature worshipers or something) as if they're just mindless sheep. One of the things I really like about the Zealot is that she approaches everything from the framework of her faith, but she's also intelligent and open to learning new things. Far from being mindless, she simply lacks an alternate framework of understanding, and part of her character arc will involve developing that.

At the risk of getting a little too personal, I was raised by a pagan mom in a deeply Christian multi-generational household. Most of my childhood was my mom and my aunt battling for my soul. Weekends were a mix of Bible school and learning to channel energy into crystals. While other kids were playing tag, I'd be sitting in a tree contemplating whether my aunt was crazy or my mom was going to Hell. As an adult, I look back more favorably on my upbringing because it gave me an appreciation for both people of faith and the irreverent folks who give the finger to organized religion.

One of the things I particularly love about the Zealot MC is that her faith gives her the willpower to be more assertive with Valdricht and Serax. She has a better sense of her personal boundaries and she's snarkier even as her former faith is being eroded and replaced with The Weaver's cause. There are also other nuances to her character which I won't spoil, but will reveal how her dedication to her faith made her stronger and more resilient.

At the same time, I love how when the Heretic MC reflects on the same memory as the Zealot, hers is colored with skepticism and a degree of nuance that the Zealot simply isn't capable of. It's clear that she has this deep urge for self-expression and exploration that have been stifled within the confines of the Elodari faith. There's so much potential waiting to burst free when she finally breaks out of that shell.

Anyway, pretty long but it was a really thoughtful message and I'm grateful <3

[teamrocketmemes]

EPIC: The Musical - The Wisdom Saga

This is a sentence starter from EPIC: The Musical’s: The Wisdom Saga. 

LEGENDARY

“Stuck in my bedroom, living in this world you left behind.”

“But boy, I wish I could, so I could bring the world some light.”

“Cause I'm stuck with your stories.”

“And no idea if you're dead or just too far.”

“If I fight those monsters, is it you I'll find?”

“I know life and fate are scary.”

“But I wanna be legendary.”

“There are strangers in our halls.”

“They keep taking space and it's not much longer we can stall.”

“Cause they're getting impatient, dangerous too.”

“And I would fight them if I was half as strong as you.”

“Somebody help me, come and give me the strength.”

“Can I do whatever it takes to keep my mom safe?”

“Where is the man with whom you'll spend your life?”

“Cause it's been 20 years.”

“Don't you dare call my mother a tramp!”

“Whatchu gonna do about it, champ?”

LITTLE WOLF

“Fight, little wolf, fight.”

“Let's see how you take this.”

“You've made your worst mistake here.”

“I'll teach you all the lessons your daddy never could.”

“This cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good.”

“We've been away from home for about 12 years or so.”

“Wanna entertain mе?”

“Bite, little wolf, bite.”

“Is your plan to stand around?”

“Uppercut him, now.”

“No, I just made your thoughts quick.”

“I've no respect for bullies.”

“I've seen plenty enough to truly understand this kind of filth.”

“One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined.”

“Ooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard!”

“Go back and cry in your corner.”

“Tell me, [Name], why you came to my aid?”

WE’LL BE FINE

“He was a lot like you.”

“Then his light went dark.”

“Maybe, if I made a different call.”

“Maybe, if I helped you reach your goal.”

“I could sleep at night.”

“My time with you has been splendid.”

“Cause I got in a fight, and I didn't die.”

“Maybe, if life wasn't spent as planned.”

“If not his friend, then mine.”

“Maybe, to fall is to learn one way.”

“I know we'll be fine.”

“I know it's light you'll find.”

LOVE IS PARADISE

“It's been ten years since I last saw you.”

“Let's see where you've been.”

“You've been resting for a while.”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

“Tell me, though, who's [Name]?”

“Anyways, I've got all you could want here.”

“Just you and me, my dear, my love for life.”

“Soon, into bed we'll climb and spend our time.”

“I'm not your man.”

“Just you and me, my love in paradise.”

“Hell no, I could kill you where you stand.”

“I'm no pet, I'm a married man.”

“But last I checked, goddesses can't die.”

“No one can come nor go, my island stays unknown.”

“Not 'til the end of time, there is no way.”

“Time can take a heavy toll.”

“You don't know what I've gone through.”

“Every friend, I saw them die.”

“I'll stay inside your heart.”

GOD GAMES

“Rarely do I ask for favors.”

“Divine intervention, is that what you seek?”

“You are playing with thunder for a man full of shame.”

“Convince each of them that he ought to be released, and I'll release him.”

“Who’s them?”

“You all know I'm a fan of catchy songs.”

“To live another day and sing another verse.”

“Trust is not given, it's forged.”

“He sacrificed his own cohort.”

“He was betrayed and then imprisoned.”

“He can still build a future with those who miss him.”

“Fine, release him.”

“Let him feel the pain that his mother felt and rot.”

“Really [Name]? These old tricks?”

“Hides inside a wooden horse to get the job done.”

“Pathetic and weak like his son.”

“And tell your lover that a broken heart can mend.”

“To get back to his homestead, he'll make everybody bleed.”

“Ugh, release him…”

“Give me one good reason why yours should prevail.”

“Never once has he cheated on his wife.”

“No one beats me, NO ONE WINS MY GAME!”