#trish the bat

[marianokaz]

I have hired this bat to stare at you.

[shootyrefutey]

Rouge as Trish ✌️

[elmashu]

Rouge as Trish from Devil May Cry

[wormdramafever]

Concept art of Olly, the character Trish plays as in the tabletop rpg "Legends & Lore" in the game Goodbye Volcano High, by Sarah Gonzales.

[junkfloosh]

dmc doodles and humanized rouge for my friend!

[softceleste]

The fact I honestly thought I'd pull off playing College Craze and being normal about it, and then less than a week later I've already played it multiple times, made a duel MC au, a Pinterest board, and recreated some of the PopMe pages, is genuinely not lost on me.

[shoechoe]

On the subject of people insisting that Trish is Doppio's daughter instead of Diavolo's, I think the main reason that bothers me isn't because it's just incorrect, but because people use that to try and twist the narrative into "Diavolo is the evil monster that ruined poor Doppio's relationship and if only he was never there, Doppio could've stayed with Donatella and been a good father to Trish and none of this would've ever happened!"

You guys… Doppio actively helped Diavolo kill Trish. The point isn't that Diavolo is a horrible monster for getting in the way of Doppio's happy domestic life or whatever- the point is that Diavolo's paranoia and attempts to erase his past became a self-fulfilling prophecy as his own past actions finally caught up to him and led to his defeat.

As Diavolo became increasingly power-hungry, he lost his humanity in order to become completely untouchable by the outside world. He sabotaged his own life (including Doppio by extension) to sever all of his ties from the rest of humanity. He was willing to burn down his hometown, abandon his girlfriend, and eventually try to kill his kid because of his paranoia and lack of care for anyone but himself. His own daughter, a person he's supposed to care about, was instead a painful living reminder of his past that he wanted to dispose of at any cost.

That’s the moral of his character; when all you seek is power, you lose your humanity and sight of what’s really important, which, in this case, was his child. This “Diavolo is the evil split personality getting in the way of Doppio being a good father” narrative totally defeats the point (not to mention echoes the tiresome “sweet, innocent alter with an evil violent alter” character trope that has been used to stigmatize people with Dissociative Identity Disorder for decades).

I feel the same way about the constant insistence that Doppio is the "real/original" of the two and that Diavolo is the "fake" one, whatever that means (if anything, it would be the reverse since the manga repeatedly calls Diavolo the "true form" and their "true nature"- though this entire idea of one being "fake" and one being "real" doesn't really make sense), the "Diavolo is actually a demon possessing Doppio" theories, and the constant babying of Doppio's character. It's all geared to favor Doppio and frame him as the pure victim and Diavolo as the practically inhuman monster, resulting in squashing out the depth in both of them (and honestly detracting attention from the real innocent victim, which is Trish.)

And it’s not like Doppio needs any of this mischaracterization to be interesting; there’s genuine tragedy to his character as well. Diavolo’s obsession with self-isolation ends up dragging Doppio around with him as he’s used as a human vessel, even though Doppio does not desire this isolation for himself. As a result, he’s incredibly lonely and unhappy, depending on his Boss for companionship and instruction, never realizing that the one responsible for his loneliness in the first place is his Boss- who is also the other side of their fractured identity. In the end, he’s forcefully separated from Diavolo and ends up dying alone, deliriously begging for his Boss to call him despite Diavolo not even being there to hear him, never getting to discover the truth about himself. It reflects not only how brutally Diavolo treats others to achieve ultimate power, but also how he treats himself.

Character favoritism is fine- after all, Doppio is the more likable one, so it was inevitable- but I think it's leading people to make these two into worse characters, and that bothers me. You don’t need to spout misconceptions, fall back on overdone mental illness tropes (really, canon is already bad enough as it is), and change the whole moral of their characters to make them interesting.

[milafm2002]

Music with The Silent Films of Georges Melies Part 1 I Love His films and how weird and Whimsical they are I Watched A bunch of them Including The Famous A Trip To The Moon Give These Songs A listen And Enjoy

The Big Sleep - Bat For Lashes ( Two Suns ) 2009

Nil - The Cardigans ( Gran Turismo ) 1998

The Face Parts One And Two - Metric ( Pagans In Vagas ) 2015

Hunter Vessel - Björk ( Drawing Restraint 9 ) 2005

Echo's Answer - Broadcast ( Noise Made By People ) 2000

Cello - Slowdive ( Pygmalion ) 1995

Meeting In The Aisle - Radiohead ( Ok Computer ) 1997

A Little Place Called the Moon - AURORA ( The Gods We Can Touch ) 2022

Fin!

Enjoy this first edition of Music with The Silent Films of Georges Melies Like and Follow For More posts like this

( This Post Includes GIFs from Hugo 2011 and A Trip To The Moon 1902 )

[blackmissfrizzle]

MUTT

Pairings: Shifter!Terry x black!reader

Summary: The reader's friends try to convince the reader that Terry has feelings for her.

Warnings: None really, but girls just being girls. Oh, there's not too much Terry, but I promise you'll love it.

A/N: I think we all were feeling something after that thirst trap. It won an Oscar at my house lol

Click here for the Shifter!Terry masterlist and here for my complete masterlist.

Dinner with the girls was a necessity. Just like food, water, shelter, and a relationship with God. It was a form of self-care and could almost pull you out of the deepest of funks. Serena and Trisha were for your besties for life and you could tell them anything. Well, almost anything. The fact that the supernatural was real and Terry was a big ass dragon shifter was something that you had to keep under wraps.

If Terry hadn’t made you promise to keep his secret, your girls would’ve been knew. There was nothing that was kept a secret between y’all for too long. Big headed ass Terry and his damn rules. You told him they wouldn’t say anything, but of course it was “too much of a risk.”

“Anyways, I blocked that nigga on IG finally. He no longer has any access to me.” Trish finished her story about her on again, off again ex, Donovan. It pulled you from your thoughts of Terry, because she never blocked him off of everything. She must be serious this time.

Serena smirked while sipping on her third espresso martini. Her dark mocha eyes held a hint of mischief, which meant she was about to be messy. “Speaking of Instagram, did y’all see Terry’s story?”

“You mean his bat signal for YN to not go out with us after dinner and go snuggle up under him?” The two laughed and clinked glasses.

“What are you two heifers talking about?” They were insistent that Terry wanted to be more than friends with you, but they didn’t know what you knew. Terry has a fated mate. He had told you she was nearby.

Serena fingers tapped on her phone and then she turned the screen towards you. Leon Thomas’, ‘Mutt’ was playing, but the video contrasted the song. There was Terry in a beanie, grey sweater, and black hoochie daddy shorts doing weighted box squats. “Pause,” Serena couldn’t hide her giddiness. “This isn’t even the best part.”

What does she mean this is not the best part? How does it get better? He could be naked. These were inappropriate thoughts to be having about your best friend. It wasn’t your fault! Terry was just fine and then his print could not help but poke out, so you knew the man was packing some heat.

Your jaw dropped at the picture Serena revealed. Terry was sitting down, quads popping, beard moisturized, imposing shoulders, and blocking the aforementioned print.

“Damn bitch, are you about to lick my screen?” Serena cackled and Trisha joined her.

“Oh, fuck you!” You threw back without any venom.

“You need to be fucking that man!” Trisha pointed at Serena’s phone. “My mama said if you don’t ride that man, she will.”

Mama Wilma was too much. She was the one you could talk to about men and romance that you couldn’t talk to your Baptist mama about. With that being said, she was always trying to get you to fuck someone. “An orgasm a day, keeps the doctor.” And don’t try to correct her on the saying, she believes her is the original statement.

“Tell yo mama, that she can fuck him. He needs someone to turn him out.”

Both of your besties shared a silent look and then busted out laughing, causing some other patrons to look at your table, but none of you cared. “Imma hold your hand when I say this,” Trisha reached across the table and held your hand. “That man would turn my freaky ass mama out, not the other way around. Its those quiet niggas you gotta worry about. They be slanging dick like they’re Jason Luv.”

“Got you acting like a crack addict once you get the dick.” Serena added her two cents.

“Have you outside his job when he don’t answer your phone call.” Trisha shuddered. “Good dick is a prison.”

Your friends were extra as fuck, but not wrong. Good dick would make a woman act out of character. Especially good dick connected to a good man. One moment you’re screaming lyrics to Megan thee Stallion’s B.A.S. and in the next you’re singing along to Destiny Child’s Cater 2 U. There was no doubt, Terry would have a woman acting like this. Just not you. Even if he was down for an FWB type relationship, you would turn it down. No need to turn into Joe from You.

“Whatever woman that bags Terry Richmond will be a lucky woman, but she ain’t me. I told y’all we’re just friends.”

Serena ginger curls bounced as she shook her head. “Y’all are just friends, because of- I love you, friend, but you and that fine specimen of a man are only friends because of yo dumbass. YN, its evident to even blind ass Mr. Burleson, that Terry wants you. The way he looks at makes me feel like I’m intruding on something intimate.”

“Man wants to knock the Sonic coins out of you and then make you a bowl of ice cream. Lucky ass bitch and you want to be in denial. A shame.” Trisha tsked. “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing. I’m just not what he’s looking for and we’re better as friends.”

“Thank God, he ain’t giving up on yo ass.” Serena gave you a kind smile. “One day you’re gonna look back on this and ask yourself how you could’ve been so blind. Don’t keep running from your destiny. This blessing has been a long time coming. You deserve to be loved like you’re a Kennedy Ryan main character.”

Leave it to Serena to turn jokes into a heartfelt moment. That witchy bitch knew exactly what she was doing. “As long as I can be Hen. Yasmen and Soledad got them damn kids. I’m the fun, childless auntie. The rich part is coming soon though.”

“Shit, the way Terry will be treating you, you’ll be like Yasmen,” You arched your eyebrow at Trisha. “…at the end of the book, of course.” She quickly fixed that statement.

As planned, the three of you hit up a lounge, because you were not standing up in anyone’s club with these heels on. If need be, y’all could stand up and dance and promptly sit back down without paying the outrageous fees for a section.

It was great to have drinks and dance on your friends, but in the back of your mind you didn’t mind being on Terry’s couch watching a black classic you hadn’t seen, since your mama didn’t raise you right, Terry’s words not yours.

“Oh shit!” Trisha squealed when she saw Terry’s text. “Daddy’s checking in!”

Terry: You better be safe while you’re out. Don’t let anyone give you a drink without watching the bartender, be aware of your surroundings, and notate every exit. The groin, eyes, and nose are the most sensitive areas of attack. Disorient first and then run, but if you can’t run fight, but you cannot hesitate.

Serena took your phone to read it all. “Damn, I got wet just reading this. See he knows how to take care of a woman. Girl, you need to tell him to teach you how to fight and y’all can ‘spar’”

You snatched your phone back. “He’s already doing that. And the nigga is cruel! I could probably join the marines right now with flying colors. Muthafucker got me doing jiu jitsu.”

You: 🫡Yes sir! Shall I send you a report?

Terry: Nah, you can tell me when you come over after y’all are done. I’m still up and my place is closer than yours is and I don’t want you driving this late.

You: T, I’m good. I haven’t drunk that much and the girls still have to get home too.

Terry: Come over. Serena and Trisha don’t live that far from each other and they’re still closer than you. They have each other. Have them drop you off at my place and I’ll take you to pick up your car tomorrow.

“He’s a good man, Savannah!” Both women said simultaneously.

You rolled your eyes at your friends and then purposefully left Terry on read. He was treating you like some damn child. Now you did land yourself in some questionable situations, but that was only sometimes.

Terry: Don’t make me come down there and pick yo ass up. Answer me, YN.

“Shit, don’t answer him! I wanna see if he’s gonna do it!” Trisha shimmied. “This is better than whatever I’m reading right now.”

You didn’t respond to her or Terry. He could kiss your black ass.

Terry: 10

You:

Terry 9

You:

Terry: 8

You:

Terry: 7. Keep playing with me, YN.

You:

Terry: 6

You:

Terry: 5. Alright, I’m putting on my sweats.

You:

Terry: 4

You:

Terry: 3

“Oh, you brave!” Serena took a shot. “Go on and listen to Trisha and you gonna fuck around and find out. That man will have you tied up somewhere, screaming out ungodly things.”

You:

Terry: 2. I got my keys in my hand. Imma be pissed if I gotta go out in this cold, baby girl.

You: …

Your finger typed and erased the words, hoping to stall Terry, but his text came in at the same time.

Terry: 1.

You: Damn it! Okay, I’ll come over. You lucky I got my spend the night bag with me.

Terry: Good girl. Text me when you leave and when you’re outside.

You: I’ll just knock on your door.

Terry: TEXT ME.

You: OKAY BOSSY!

“Bitch, you better than me! I would’ve told him make me.” Trisha stuck her tongue out.

“Because you’re a maschoist.” Serena eyed Trisha like she was crazy.

“No, I’m a brat and you’re a good girl. I’m telling you that punishment don’t be feeling like punishment at the end of the night.”

“Both of y’all bitches are nastyyy!” You did your best Raven Baxter impression. “He wasn’t gonna do shit but drag me put of this lounge.”

Trisha grabbed both of your cheeks so all of your attention was on her. She was a little bit past tipsy. “Yeah, because you won’t let him do anything else. Ball is in your court, baby girl.”

The night went on without any interruptions from Terry Richmond. You consumed far more drinks than you decided on, since you weren’t driving home and maybe it gave you some liquid courage to face Terry. This wouldn’t be the first time you spent the night at his place, but your friend’s advice swirled around in your mind. Could Terry be interested in something more? Nah, that was the liquor talking and your friends being good friends by pumping your head up.

As requested, or as ordered, you text Terry once y’all left and once you arrived in front of his house. The last part was unnecessary because he was already waiting outside for you.

“Hey Terry!” The girls sang. Trisha’s greeting was evidently more slurred than Serena’s.

“Hey ladies,” he laughed, grabbed your bag then opened your door. “Y’all have a good night?” His hand didn’t leave you and he kept you pretty close to his body. Probably to shield you from the cold.

“Yeah except, we didn’t find husbands.” Serena put a thumb down.

“But a few guys were looking YN’s way. Trisha’s messy ass added in.

“Word?” Terry questioning eyes bored into yours, before they added warmth and turned back to your friends. “She gotta tell me about it.”

He leaned his arm against the car and lowered his head to be eye level with Serena. “You good to drive back home? If not, you can stay here. I got more than enough room or I can get y’all an uber.”

Did Serena blush? No one made this bitch blush. “No, we’re good. Thank you though. I’m letting drunky spend the night with me.”

“Alright. Y’all text YN when you get in safely.” He tapped the top of the car, and they drove off. Both of y’all waved them off and watched the car until it disappeared.

Trisha: Oooo, he’s a gentleman. I damn near wanted to say ‘Yes daddy’, but I’ll leave that to you.

You:  Bye hoe! Text me later.

Trisha: Love you too. Serena said she was gonna tell you to make sure he wraps it up, but she forgot it was Terry we were talking about.

You: BYE!!!

“They acting a fool in the group chat?” Terry opened his door for you.

“Per usual. So why did you demand me here?”

--

Because he couldn’t risk you to be in some other nigga’s bed. Terry was hesitant to tell you about you being his mate, but he couldn’t have it in the back of his mind, you potentially being in bed with another man. He would crash out and burn down this whole town, so he needed to avoid that crisis. “I told you. Its safer for you to be here tonight. There’s been a rise in drunk drivers and your drive is too isolated for this late at night.” Nice save, Terry. You quickly agreed.

“May I help you?” He swore you were made from fire with the little attitude you had. Terry handed you a water and continued to appreciate the dress you had on. The green dress was similar to the color of his scales and complimented your skin so well. It hugged your curves, but loose. You paired it with some tights and knee-high boots. No wonder men were looking at you.

“Go change.” It hurt him to say that, but he knew your feet were killing you.

“In a bit.” You sat in one of his stools. Terry took the opportunity to take off your boots. “God,” you moaned and he had to pretend that did not affect him. “Beauty comes at a price.”

“You’re already beautiful.”

“You’re too sweet.” You slid off the chair, but Terry decided to carry you instead.

“I got you.” Your duffle hung off his shoulder as he carried you to the guestroom. “I’ll be downstairs watching tv if you want to stay up for a bit. Or you can just stay up here and sleep.”

“Thanks T.” You smiled and it made it worth it by irritating you earlier. A couple of facial muscles and 32 teeth just made his fucking night. Terry heard from other dragons that found their mates and thought they were overexaggerating, but one look at you changed his mind. Damn, he loved how you rolled your eyes, even though he wished he had them rolling for a different reason. Only if he could find a way to tell you the truth without scaring you.

Terry was about to go to bed when you came downstairs. Hair already tucked into a bonnet, face cleared of makeup, and an oversized tee and you were the most beautiful woman to him. “Took you long enough.” He needed to say something other than his confession. Telling you that you were his mate after a night out with the girls wasn’t ideal.

“You always got something smart to say.” You sat down right next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. “Its like you’re my own personal space heater. Do all dragons run hot?”

“Most do. There are dragons from colder climates that can breathe ice.” Terry went on a tangent, because one, he didn’t have anyone else to talk about dragons with, but also two, you were inquisitive and loved hearing more about his people.

The mini lecture had made its way to the dragons of London when Terry heard the first snore. He wasn’t offended at all. Each time you fell asleep near him it brought him joy, because it meant you trusted him wholeheartedly.

Terry made sure not to disturb your rest as he carried you upstairs. He stopped directly in between his room and yours. The right thing to do was to open your door and deposit you on the bed and go back to his room. But for once, Terry didn’t want to do the right thing and it didn’t help that his dragon agreed. “We protect our treasure.”

Being true to his dragon nature, Terry took you to his room and laid you on his bed. He curled up right behind you, not bothering to pull the covers over yet. Him and his dragon were at peace. Only now he had to worry about is how to get you in his bed forever.

It was great to have drinks and dance on your friends, but in the back of your mind you didn’t mind being on Terry’s couch watching a black classic you hadn’t seen, since your mama didn’t raise you right, Terry’s words not yours.

“Oh shit!” Trisha squealed when she saw Terry’s text. “Daddy’s checking in!”

Terry: You better be safe while you’re out. Don’t let anyone give you a drink without watching the bartender, be aware of your surroundings, and notate every exit. The groin, eyes, and nose are the most sensitive areas of attack. Disorient first and then run, but if you can’t run fight, but you cannot hesitate.

Serena took your phone to read it all. “Damn, I got wet just reading this. See he knows how to take care of a woman. Girl, you need to tell him to teach you how to fight and y’all can ‘spar’”

You snatched your phone back. “He’s already doing that. And the nigga is cruel! I could probably join the marines right now with flying colors. Muthafucker got me doing jiu jitsu.”

You: 🫡Yes sir! Shall I send you a report?

Terry: Nah, you can tell me when you come over after y’all are done. I’m still up and my place is closer than yours is and I don’t want you driving this late.

You: T, I’m good. I haven’t drunk that much and the girls still have to get home too.

Terry: Come over. Serena and Trisha don’t live that far from each other and they’re still closer than you. They have each other. Have them drop you off at my place and I’ll take you to pick up your car tomorrow.

“He’s a good man, Savannah!” Both women said simultaneously.

You rolled your eyes at your friends and then purposefully left Terry on read. He was treating you like some damn child. Now you did land yourself in some questionable situations, but that was only sometimes.

Terry: Don’t make me come down there and pick yo ass up. Answer me, YN.

“Shit, don’t answer him! I wanna see if he’s gonna do it!” Trisha shimmied. “This is better than whatever I’m reading right now.”

You didn’t respond to her or Terry. He could kiss your black ass.

Terry: 10

You:

Terry 9

You:

Terry: 8

You:

Terry: 7. Keep playing with me, YN.

You:

Terry: 6

You:

Terry: 5. Alright, I’m putting on my sweats.

You:

Terry: 4

You:

Terry: 3

“Oh, you brave!” Serena took a shot. “Go on and listen to Trisha and you gonna fuck around and find out. That man will have you tied up somewhere, screaming out ungodly things.”

You:

Terry: 2. I got my keys in my hand. Imma be pissed if I gotta go out in this cold, baby girl.

You: …

Your finger typed and erased the words, hoping to stall Terry, but his text came in at the same time.

Terry: 1.

You: Damn it! Okay, I’ll come over. You lucky I got my spend the night bag with me.

Terry: Good girl. Text me when you leave and when you’re outside.

You: I’ll just knock on your door.

Terry: TEXT ME.

You: OKAY BOSSY!

“Bitch, you better than me! I would’ve told him make me.” Trisha stuck her tongue out.

“Because you’re a maschoist.” Serena eyed Trisha like she was crazy.

“No, I’m a brat and you’re a good girl. I’m telling you that punishment don’t be feeling like punishment at the end of the night.”

“Both of y’all bitches are nastyyy!” You did your best Raven Baxter impression. “He wasn’t gonna do shit but drag me put of this lounge.”

Trisha grabbed both of your cheeks so all of your attention was on her. She was a little bit past tipsy. “Yeah, because you won’t let him do anything else. Ball is in your court, baby girl.”

The night went on without any interruptions from Terry Richmond. You consumed far more drinks than you decided on, since you weren’t driving home and maybe it gave you some liquid courage to face Terry. This wouldn’t be the first time you spent the night at his place, but your friend’s advice swirled around in your mind. Could Terry be interested in something more? Nah, that was the liquor talking and your friends being good friends by pumping your head up.

As requested, or as ordered, you text Terry once y’all left and once you arrived in front of his house. The last part was unnecessary because he was already waiting outside for you.

“Hey Terry!” The girls sang. Trisha’s greeting was evidently more slurred than Serena’s.

“Hey ladies,” he laughed, grabbed your bag then opened your door. “Y’all have a good night?” His hand didn’t leave you and he kept you pretty close to his body. Probably to shield you from the cold.

“Yeah except, we didn’t find husbands.” Serena put a thumb down.

“But a few guys were looking YN’s way. Trisha’s messy ass added in.

“Word?” Terry questioning eyes bored into yours, before they added warmth and turned back to your friends. “She gotta tell me about it.”

He leaned his arm against the car and lowered his head to be eye level with Serena. “You good to drive back home? If not, you can stay here. I got more than enough room or I can get y’all an uber.”

Did Serena blush? No one made this bitch blush. “No, we’re good. Thank you though. I’m letting drunky spend the night with me.”

“Alright. Y’all text YN when you get in safely.” He tapped the top of the car, and they drove off. Both of y’all waved them off and watched the car until it disappeared.

Trisha: Oooo, he’s a gentleman. I damn near wanted to say ‘Yes daddy’, but I’ll leave that to you.

You:  Bye hoe! Text me later.

Trisha: Love you too. Serena said she was gonna tell you to make sure he wraps it up, but she forgot it was Terry we were talking about.

You: BYE!!!

“They acting a fool in the group chat?” Terry opened his door for you.

“Per usual. So why did you demand me here?”

--

Because he couldn’t risk you to be in some other nigga’s bed. Terry was hesitant to tell you about you being his mate, but he couldn’t have it in the back of his mind, you potentially being in bed with another man. He would crash out and burn down this whole town, so he needed to avoid that crisis. “I told you. Its safer for you to be here tonight. There’s been a rise in drunk drivers and your drive is too isolated for this late at night.” Nice save, Terry. You quickly agreed.

“May I help you?” He swore you were made from fire with the little attitude you had. Terry handed you a water and continued to appreciate the dress you had on. The green dress was similar to the color of his scales and complimented your skin so well. It hugged your curves, but loose. You paired it with some tights and knee-high boots. No wonder men were looking at you.

“Go change.” It hurt him to say that, but he knew your feet were killing you.

“In a bit.” You sat in one of his stools. Terry took the opportunity to take off your boots. “God,” you moaned and he had to pretend that did not affect him. “Beauty comes at a price.”

“You’re already beautiful.”

“You’re too sweet.” You slid off the chair, but Terry decided to carry you instead.

“I got you.” Your duffle hung off his shoulder as he carried you to the guestroom. “I’ll be downstairs watching tv if you want to stay up for a bit. Or you can just stay up here and sleep.”

“Thanks T.” You smiled and it made it worth it by irritating you earlier. A couple of facial muscles and 32 teeth just made his fucking night. Terry heard from other dragons that found their mates and thought they were overexaggerating, but one look at you changed his mind. Damn, he loved how you rolled your eyes, even though he wished he had them rolling for a different reason. Only if he could find a way to tell you the truth without scaring you.

Terry was about to go to bed when you came downstairs. Hair already tucked into a bonnet, face cleared of makeup, and an oversized tee and you were the most beautiful woman to him. “Took you long enough.” He needed to say something other than his confession. Telling you that you were his mate after a night out with the girls wasn’t ideal.

“You always got something smart to say.” You sat down right next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. “Its like you’re my own personal space heater. Do all dragons run hot?”

“Most do. There are dragons from colder climates that can breathe ice.” Terry went on a tangent, because one, he didn’t have anyone else to talk about dragons with, but also two, you were inquisitive and loved hearing more about his people.

The mini lecture had made its way to the dragons of London when Terry heard the first snore. He wasn’t offended at all. Each time you fell asleep near him it brought him joy, because it meant you trusted him wholeheartedly.

Terry made sure not to disturb your rest as he carried you upstairs. He stopped directly in between his room and yours. The right thing to do was to open your door and deposit you on the bed and go back to his room. But for once, Terry didn’t want to do the right thing and it didn’t help that his dragon agreed. “We protect our treasure.”

Being true to his dragon nature, Terry took you to his room and laid you on his bed. He curled up right behind you, not bothering to pull the covers over yet. Him and his dragon were at peace. Only now he had to worry about is how to get you in his bed forever.

[marianokaz]

Casual Trish

[yuurivoice]

is there a chance that Auron is Batman.

there must be.

a. He’s rich

b. He’s smart (he’s a ceo, he’s doin somethin right)

c. He has abs of frikin steel. Dude works in an office why he need ta be jacked; cuz he Batman

d. He lives in a penthouse

e. He’s espresso depresso

f. He likes the color black and dark dark dark dark dark dark dark grey. g. In the Halloween au or whatever he’s a vampire. Vampires turn into bats Do I need to go on?

Auron is Batman.

If Jason Todd put on the cowl, he would be THAT Batman.

Auron would actually make for an excellent Batman villain/anti-hero. He's certainly got the fucked up childhood situation down to a science. That wasn't intentional and I'm not even a big DC comics guy, but I did have a time where I fixated so hard I read the entire Batman wiki as a teen. lol

But I'm picking up what you're putting down. Trish as his Alfred goes insanely hard...actually...

...IS Auron Batman???????? lmfao

[kerryweaverlesbian]

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My Jo/Bela heist fic! Yippee! I would recommend reading it yourself first because there will be spoilers in my commentary right off the bat. It's a heist, there are some twists and turns. But you do you.

You MUST look at the artwork for it. It's so beautiful and so carefully thought out!!!

Okay so, let's start with the title. Pretty simple, I wanted to convey that the Jo/Bela relationship was mostly a co-conspirator one in this fic! They bond through being gossipy and mildly challenging through their earpieces ❤️ gay 🧡

My inital notes from my first conceptualisation of this fic:

As you can see. A lot of thought went into making the actual fic lol. And a lot changed!!

Now, onto chapter one!

The rich family Bela's stealing from are called the Pendragals because I felt that Pendragon was a little too on the nose, lol. I often hesitate on putting down specifics of a location, this was [rich snobby party description] for so long. Actually, the whole introduction up to them in the bathroom was something along the lines of [rich snobby party description, Jo fools Bela] until about the midpoint of writing. It was really rough going for the most basic sentences lmao. But! Finally picking a party theme based on how hot Bela would look in a flapper-style dress (I'll talk more about it later!) really helped pull things together.

I don't really know how "Trish" got in like that. It is the luxury of writing from a single point of view, I don't have to know 🥳. I had "Trish" in this get-up to cast a little shade of doubt from the readers as to who she is, although I don't expect to have fooled anyone too far, and to demonstrate that Jo (GASP! IT'S JO! Haha!) when she's dressed fancy later on in a more gender neutral way, it's not because she'd fail at femininity. It's just what she likes lol.

She has long lacey fingerless gloves on to be sexy and also to hide her faded scars 👍

The "family comes first" line is to seed Bela's fears about building a relationship with Jo when she talks about Ellen and Ash.

Also, Bela hates old money in this fic! This is for several reasons: given her background where her old money family directly harmed her, she has cause to distrust them; it makes her more relatable (who from this fandom doesn't hate old money snobs?); it makes her stealing from them personally motivated as well as monetarily; and it puts her more solidly in the same lines class as Jo, despite appearences to the contrary. As suggested below in the "silk stockings" line, among others, despite getting a bigger payout than most, Bela lives job-to-job, same as Jo, due to her expensive tastes (and, for a very long time, her lack of a future due to her demon deal. What would have been the point in her saving anything up?). They're equals!

Bela can be a history snob. As a treat. Haha, she's a supernatural artifact hunter, she HAS to at least enjoy history. I actually spent ages trying to find an authentic 1920s dress that looked how I was stereotypically and inaccurately picturing to send to Bahk as art inspo because initially I'd written that it WAS authentic, and then I was like wait. I can just change what I wrote. Lmao.

Bela believing Jo is unobservant of her surroundings/of her specifically proves to be her undoing several times in this fic lol! Bela anticipates that she's the only one paying attention, but she underestimates the power of having a gay little crush.

[edgessunflower]

Hi babes!! I want a Randy Orton request pls. You can write anything you want.

Shine

Pairing: Randy Orton x Fem reader

Description: You become women's champion leading to an unexpected alliance with Evolution

Nothing but adrenaline and newfound confidence floods through you as you get in the ring for your match against Lita for the women's championship starting the match off immediately not taking time to let nerves take over. The match has been close from the beginning catching your breath and wiping blood off your nose after being shoved into the ring post kicking out over and over after a series of pins which leads to both of you bloody and dazed determined to win but you finally get the break you need running and knocking lita down with a big boot, you yell and cry in emotions standing in the ring with the title in your hands stopping when Evolution walks down to the ring standing nervously as lita crawls out of the ring but instead of Triple H walking to you after he had attacked you a year back, Ric Flair who seemed like a prick for the first while you had been around him, or Bautista who was a close friend to you and your dear friend Rey Mysterio the youngest and the one you didn't really know steps forward, you had heard of Randy Orton but didn't know him feeling yourself on guard as he steps forward only to gently wipe blood off your face and raise your hand in the air before speaking in the mic "Evolution continues and only grows and today it's grown" you raise a brow as you leave the ring behind them. You reluctantly join the faction and prove yourself off the bat defending your championship against Trish and Molly before being put in a tag team match with randy against Bubba Ray Dudley and trish which lead to the moment in the hotel sharing a few drinks unable to keep your eyes off him despite you trying, you don't remember who said what or how it happened but the next thing you knew was being in a soft kiss with randy tasting the tequila he had sipped not long ago sharing the rest of the night eating and having drinks before having dinner together after a big win for evolution when ric and Dave became tag team champions and you only grew with your time in the faction and the relationship between you and randy grew more as you shined together as young stars until the faction went hell leading you and randy to become even more big not just as a tag team or individuals but also as a couple in the business.

[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

Chapter 13

(Semi suggestive smut )

The drive back to the hotel is quiet at first. Daisy stares out the window, arms crossed, still looking drained from everything that happened.

Punk hates it.

He grips the wheel, glancing at her every few minutes. He hates seeing her like this, and even worse—he hates knowing he's the reason for it.

So, naturally, he starts running his mouth.

"Y'know, I was gonna just let you sit there and sulk, but I'm feeling real generous today."

Daisy doesn't react.

He continues.

"So, I figured I'd entertain you a little. Maybe tell you some fun facts. Like, did you know that sharks existed before trees?"

Nothing.

"Or that you technically just sat in a car with the longest-reigning WWE Champion of the modern era? Pretty cool, right?"

Still nothing.

Punk makes a face.

"Wow, tough crowd. Usually, I get at least a smirk."

That gets him a glance, but not much else.

He tries again.

"Alright, fine. How about this? One time, I wrestled in literal shit water in Mexico. Whole-ass sewage. You think this is a bad night? Try almost getting Hepatitis and losing a match at the same time."

Daisy's lips twitch. Barely.

Punk narrows his eyes at her. "I saw that."

Daisy finally exhales a small laugh through her nose.

Punk grins in victory.

When they get to the hotel, Daisy immediately disappears into the bathroom. The second she turns the shower on, Punk lets out a breath and rubs his hands over his face.

He still feels like shit.

And then—he hears it.

The soft, muffled sound of Daisy crying.

Punk's stomach drops.

For a second, he just stands there, staring at the bathroom door, jaw clenched.

Then, without thinking, he grabs his wallet and leaves.

By the time Daisy steps out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, steam rolling out behind her, she stops dead at the sight of her bed.

Her favorite snacks—a lot of them—are sitting there in a pile.

She blinks.

Punk is sitting in the chair by the window, arms crossed, looking like he definitely doesn't want to talk about it.

She glances between him and the snacks, her brain trying to put the pieces together. "What is all this?"

Punk shrugs. "An offering, I guess."

Daisy raises an eyebrow. "An offering?"

"Yeah. Like a peace offering. Except, y'know, without the peace part."

Daisy's lips twitch. "So, just an offering, then?"

Punk gives her a look. "Don't push it."

She walks over to the bed, picking up one of the snacks. "You got me all this?"

Punk shifts uncomfortably. "I mean, technically, the gas station down the street got it for you. I just paid for it."

Daisy finally smiles.

Punk looks away immediately, pretending to check his phone. "It's not a big deal, so don't—"

"It's sweet."

Punk groans. "Goddamn it."

Daisy laughs, flopping onto the bed and reaching for another snack.

Punk keeps scowling, shaking his head. "You're so annoying."

Daisy beams. "And you're so sweet."

Punk mutters something under his breath, but he doesn't argue this time.

Because, truthfully?

He kind of likes seeing her smile again.

LATER THAT NIGHT :

Punk is still doing his best to pretend nothing has changed. He doesn't catch feelings. Not for anyone—especially not for Daisy.

And yet, when they arrive at the next arena, he's very aware of where she is at all times. Annoyingly aware.

So, when Trish Stratus approaches him backstage, batting her lashes and placing a hand on his arm, Punk decides to lean into it.

Not because he wants to.

But because he wants to prove—to himself, to Daisy, to whoever—that he doesn't care about her. That he can do whatever the hell he wants, and it doesn't mean shit.

Trish laughs at something he says, lightly touching his chest, and Punk smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing.

What he doesn't expect?

Daisy walking up and inserting herself right in the middle of it.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Her tone is sharp, but her expression is unreadable—though Punk knows her well enough by now to recognize the fire simmering just beneath the surface.

Punk barely has time to react before Daisy steps closer, casually slipping her hand around his arm and looking up at him with an incredibly fake smile.

"Oh, hey, Trish," Daisy says sweetly. "Did Punk tell you we have a match to get ready for?"

Trish blinks. "I was just talking to him—"

"Yeah, I bet you were." Daisy's grip on Punk's arm tightens. "Unfortunately, he's busy. We are busy. Team stuff. Important stuff."

Punk watches in absolute amusement as Daisy practically yanks him away from Trish, dragging him down the hall before she finally lets go.

She doesn't look at him.

Punk, meanwhile, can't stop looking at her.

A slow, satisfied smirk spreads across his face.

"You jealous, sweetheart?"

Daisy scoffs. "Of Trish? Please."

"Mmhmm." Punk crosses his arms. "So, you weren't just two seconds away from tearing her hair out?"

Daisy turns on him, narrowing her eyes. "She was all over you."

Punk shrugs. "So?"

Daisy scowls. "So?"

Punk tilts his head. "You care or something?"

Daisy falters—just barely, but Punk catches it.

She clenches her jaw, then shakes her head. "I don't care."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes."

Punk takes a step closer, lowering his voice. "Then why'd you step in?"

Daisy glares up at him, and for a second, Punk thinks she's going to hit him.

Instead, she just exhales sharply. "I don't care, Punk." She turns on her heel and storms off. "Just be ready for the match."

Punk watches her go, still smirking.

Yeah.

She definitely cares.

The match starts off tense, but Punk and Daisy are working surprisingly well together—at first.

Then, Punk starts noticing the same pattern.as last time

Every time Daisy gets in the ring, Cody immediately tags himself in.

At first, Punk tries brushes it off as Cody just wanting to prove something, she's his ex that won't take him back but as it keeps happening, it starts to piss him off.

Cody looks like he's trying to hurt Daisy

And that doesn't sit right with Punk.

Meanwhile, Daisy has her own problems—mainly Trish Stratus.

Every time Punk is tagged in, Trish takes her sweet time feeling him up during lock-ups, playfully smirking at him, flipping her hair—basically doing everything to get his attention.

And the worst part?

Punk is letting her do it.

He's smirking right back, playing along—because, of course, he is.

Daisy is fuming.

So, the next time she gets in the ring with Trish, she absolutely loses it.

She goes insane on her. Clotheslines, forearms, a brutal suplex—she's relentless, running on pure adrenaline and jealousy.

Punk, on the apron, watches in amusement.

And then Cody tags himself in again.

Daisy barely has a second to react before Cody charges at her, but Punk immediately jumps in and tackles Cody, throwing fists like a man possessed.

For a second, it's chaos—Daisy and Trish rolling around fighting, Punk and Cody brawling—but somehow, some way, Punk and Daisy manage to take them both down.

Punk GTS's Cody. Daisy finishes Trish.

One.

Two.

Three.

They win.

And for the first time in a long time, they're actually happy about it.

Back in their private locker room, they're buzzing—smirking, slightly out of breath, feeling invincible.

Punk plops down on the couch, still riding the high. "That was fun."

Daisy, sitting next to him, grins. "We killed them."

Punk chuckles. "You lost your shit on Trish."

Daisy shrugs, smirking. "And you lost it on Cody."

Punk stretches, leaning back. "Guess we're both a little territorial."

Daisy rolls her eyes but doesn't argue.

For once, they're not fighting.

For once, they're on the same page.

And neither of them really hate it.

Punk is relentless.

The second they're back in their private locker room, he doesn't let up.

"You were so pissed out there." He's smirking, tossing his wrist tape into the trash. "Couldn't stand watching Trish all over me, huh?"

Daisy, sitting on the bench, exhales sharply, already done with him. "Shut up."

Punk chuckles. "I mean, it was a little pathetic." He leans against the lockers, arms crossed, clearly enjoying this. "You damn near took her head off."

Daisy glares. "Maybe I just don't like Trish."

Punk scoffs. "Oh yeah? Had nothing to do with her touching me?"

Daisy tightens her ponytail, ignoring the way her face heats up. "You're so fucking annoying."

Punk grins. "Admit it."

"Admit what?" Daisy snaps.

"You were jealous."

Daisy clenches her jaw.

The smug look on his face is infuriating.

So, without thinking, she shrugs and goes, "Maybe I'll just go talk to Cody then."

Just like that, Punk's entire demeanor shifts.

His smirk fades.

His body stiffens.

It's subtle, but Daisy sees it.

Punk's voice drops, something low and dangerous. "Come here."

Daisy raises a brow. "Excuse me?"

Punk doesn't repeat himself.

He just grabs her wrist and pulls her forward, guiding her right onto his thigh.

Daisy gasps, hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Punk tilts his head, pretending to think. "Just making sure you really wanna go see Cody."

Daisy opens her mouth to protest, but before she can get a word out, Punk leans in, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear.

"Last I checked..." His voice is silky smooth, taunting. "He didn't even go down on you."

Daisy freezes.

Her breath hitches.

Punk smirks.

"And I made you squirt."

Daisy's entire body reacts before she can stop it.

Heat floods her stomach. Her fingers tighten against his shoulders.

Punk notices.

Of course he notices.

"Still wanna go talk to Cody?"

Daisy hates how speechless she is.

She hates how much she wants him right now.

And Punk?

He loves it.

[suzukiblu]

Hey, I would LOVE some Gotham Kid for WIP Wednesday! Thank you!

“Hey there, gents,” Candi says, and she and Trish bat their eyes at the strangers. “You new around here?” 

“That a threat, ladies?” the big guy asks, and does, in fact, sound Alley. Even if he didn’t have the accent, only somebody Alley would say that and smile like that. 

He’s amused. Actually amused, and not in a nasty or patronizing way. The guys with him just frown, looking wary. 

The big guy really is big, for a civilian. 

But also he’s not a civilian. He’s dressed to hide it, but even Kid’s passive TTK can feel the well-maintained muscle and scars of a fighter on him–a vigilante or a villain, who knows? But definitely not just some guy who’s real into muay thai. The other guys are standing like they defer to him. 

He’s maybe nineteen or twenty, max, and has dark hair and pale skin and is wearing dark glasses, never mind that it’s twilight in Gotham, and a heavy hooded coat. Kid’s TTK counts two magnums, a derringer, a garrote, and six knives. Boots are steel-toed. There’s body armor hidden under the coat. The other guys are just as armed. 

Technically, Kid knows that isn’t necessarily a problem, but it could very, very quickly become one. 

The guy has a streak of white shocked into the front of his hair. Not bleached–it’s too perfectly white, and it goes all the way to the roots, and there’s a couple stray white hairs not quite contained in perfect shape. It’s not relevant, but it sticks in his head a little, for some reason. 

Trauma can do that to somebody’s hair, Superman’s memories tell him.

[strawberrieslovethere]

Bend over I'll drive.  Part 1 ♡ Dante x reader

NSFT MDNI⚠️. I got the title for this one from a cramps song of the same name. wasn't aware of the 4000 something limit on here so I have to post this in multiple posts .Not proofread! warnings: oral,sex,fingering,bites, a spank

I have this headcannon that hell is kind of like rejuvenating to the Spardas as its Sparda Seniors hometown. It's just not a relaxing place with demons and all trying to attack on the regular.

"Who's the hot babe?" Trish tells your name "She's become a valuable asset, especially since you've been away Dante." He looks from Trish to you as she speaks. "Great, guess that means I can get some shut eye" Dante says kicking up his legs and folding Up his arms."We'll talk more later Dante, get some rest."He nods as he closes his eyes."Isn't he going to sleep on a bed." you ask "He always does that." Lady chimed in. You nod in acknowledgment. Well i'll see you two." Lady sighs "I gotta get my canon from the repair shop." Trish and you nod."Im gonna shower see you in a bit." Says Trish "Ok" you say. You take out your phone wondering what time it was. You don't have much to do, though it's a tad awkward with the boss lounging at his desk sleeping a few moments after you just met.You chuckle to yourself I guess he just likes getting junk sleep.This man just came back from hell with his twin brother what a trip. But man he looks gorgeous he reminded you of Nero but his hair is longer and he's older. Is it wrong to want to bang your boss. I don't know it hasn't ever crossed your mind until today. You also haven't ever been called a hot babe first thing out of your bosses lips when he sees you.Or had a boss who was THAT smokin hot. Your thoughts  are interrupted when he calls your name you stride enthusiastically to his desk "Yes Dante?.. sir .. or  uh Boss" "Now I could get used to being called that." He jokes "Hey doll you think you can ring me up some pizza?" "Yeah? Im starving." "Sure thing what kind?" You inquire "Extra large pepperoni definitely no olives, uh make that two."You giggle, "k." He smiles and drifts back to sleep. As soon as that door opens, Dante is awake animated and obviously happy, if he had a tail it would be wagging.You smile grabbing the pizzas you pay with your cash and tip the delivery man.  You place the pizza's on his desk "Thanks baby. Here sit down have some with me. Every word he says to you is causing you to become more aroused you sit down on top of his desk just like you and Trish and Lady always do when you get pizza delivered, it's like a tradition. You both take out a slice and eat, when your done and  hes still blissfully chowing down you ask if he'd like a soda or something to drink he nods. You were thirsty but the way he was eating had you concerned  he may choke so you grab two sodas from the fridge and head back. You can't help but smile at how cute he is with his pizzas. Here. "Ahh thanks angel." He drinks it down. You take some sips of yours. Fiddling with your phone that was vibrating to get rid of notifications that litter your screen and read any new texts. Chucking it to the couch. Then you return all of your attention to your boss.You hop back on his desk.Dante takes note of how your ass jiggles slightly when you sit. You wonder if Trish is gonna come out of here shower anytime soon. He's sitting there with an ultra hot grin on his face.Dante sits back he eyes you and your short cheeky skirt and the way your asscheeks are squished on his desk your back is arched and your head tilted back with your hair falling back."So this was what I been missing huh?"He grins You look at him and bat your lashes with a playful breezy look dusted with lust. His cock jumps in his pants the fabric of his pants constricting his erect member.