❀💋 wassupp first ever post kinda nervy hehe,, my name is Alora!!
❀💋i’ll mainly post about shifting relating things, like stuff from my desired realities i might want to share/talk about . If ur anti shifter— yall can just move along, no negativity over in these parts, no ma’am (^_^*).
main realities: obey me (OBM), tokyo debunkers, twisted wonderland, percy jackson (PJO), record of ragnarok (ROR)
others worth mentioning..;;;
backrooms, castlevania, creepypasta, fairy tail, hunter x hunter, 14 days with you, dungeon meshi, five nights at freddy’s high school.
❀💋 i love niche drs, any otome games or unheard anime or shows nobody has ever seen— i LOVE that shit. Need to find ppl like that 🫡
❀💋About myself,, (^_^)v id say im very into spirituality, so like tarot, meditation, astrology, deity worship and such. Im also big big boricua 🇵🇷, gotta rep wherever i go . and i be drawing too :3
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ive seen a ton of posts/comments about not being to solve a specific case. and i feel u. i really do. but!! there are some ways that can most definitely help when tackling a difficult case. so imma share some bits of wisdom.
(this post is based on my experience and also this website. <- this is in Japanese so... kinda also translating)
1) Gemstones 💎
first of all, in those cases, the monsters you'll be going up against are going to be attacking you way more than you're going to be attacking them. so you're gonna need to boost your HP and defence, both special and physical.
this is why for your main (imma assume you have earrings/necklaces/rings/brooches/perfumes in which u can attach gemstones to), give each of your accessories a HP, SDEF, and PDEF gemstone. (health points, special defence, physical defence)
examples from my main card below.
now for your warding card.
u want as much attack power as possible, because u wanna deal a ton of damage when u can. so, get an ATK and a PATK/SATK. (attack, physical attack, special attack)
PATK -> for Physical Attackers.
SATK -> for Special Attackers.
(how to check: Characters -> Training -> Skills (next to Potential) -> on the top, it'll say either S. Attacker or P. Attacker )
now for the third gemstone. for this one, i recommend either a HP gemstone, or
INT if ur main is a S. Attacker
STR if ur main is a P. Attacker
i dunno why INT for S. Attackers and STR for P. Attackers; just says on the jp website 'recommend' 🤷♀️
again, example from my main card below. (my main is S. Attacker)
2) Special Attributes 🌟
as i said, WE WANNA RAISE UR ATTACK AND HP. so go for the attack and hp attributes. ATK for ur warding card, and HP for your earring/necklace/ring.
personally i tend to prioritize ATK more than HP.
for the PDEF, PATK, SDEF, and SATK in the perfume/brooch the jp website says smt about don't level up a specific kind for each attacker but. im kinda lazy so i just stopped leveling those up a while ago
3) OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF U SHOULD KNOW
Pick ur main. ONE. i cannot stress this enough. PICK ONLY ONE MAIN. because one strong main will get u further than two to three mains with meh power.
i highly suggest a SSR card for ur main. this is because SSR cards are sooooo much more powerful than SR cards in terms of basic attributes (at level 1, potency 0.0%, nothing equipped)
4) IF U DID ALL THIS AND STILL CAN'T SOLVE THE DAMN CASE
there is a last resort.
which is leveling up ur rank.
leveling up a rank reduces the amount of attack dealt on ur teams, and increases the amount of damage ur team deals on those cute/freaky monsters (anomalies?)
yep. so the chances of you winning will be significantly higher.
my suggestion is this: don't log in to the Campus as long as u can without exceeding 24 hours, and collect ur exp in one go. for players whose levels aren't that high, give it a good night's sleep. by next morning when u log in, ur rank has risen, and most likely you'll be able to solve the case.
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Some of the qualities the ghouls are attracted to in a partner
Frostheim
The King | Jin Kamurai
Jin likes someone who can stand their ground
He knows he's an asshole, so when someone gives it back, he can't help but respect it.
I also think he would like someone who is passionate. After the clash, he lost his own drive, so he likes seeing his partner care about something
The Advisor | Tohma Ishibashi
Tohma likes someone who's good with people. I think he had to learn how to navigate politically when he transferred to Frostheim, so someone who is able to do it naturally would intrigue him
Along with that, he likes someone who can surprise him/challenge his worldview.
He's good at predicting people, so when you do something outside of his expectations, he can't help but be fascinated.
The Archer | Kaito Fuji
Kaito likes someone who's nice
It sounds simple, but truly, he's around rich assholes all day. All you have to do is be kind and he'll fall in love.
He's also really insecure, so he admires someone who is confident in themselves. It would honestly help his own self esteem.
The Knight | Lucas Errant
Lucas likes someone who's steadfast in their beliefs.
It doesn't have to be the same beliefs as his; if you're able to defend your position and stay true to yourself, he respects you
That being said, he also wants a partner who can admit when they're wrong. There's a difference between being steadfast and stubborn.
Vagastrom
The Ex-Con | Alan Mido
Alan likes a partner who can defend themselves, whether it be physically or verbally
He's very protective, so it would give him ease of mind
Alan would be drawn to someone who is smart and/or artistic. He's attracted to dedication and skill, it’s a show of hard work
The Influencer | Leo Kurosagi
It's less about what Leo wants and more about what he needs in a partner
You really have to be thick-skinned. If you're someone who's on the more sensitive side, I don't foresee a relationship lasting long
He needs someone who will call him on his shit. When he's in a place to receive it, he actually responds pretty okay.
The Rider | Sho Haizono
Sho likes someone who can chill.
He's pretty social and active, so I think he would appreciate someone with similar interests, but I can also see him going for a total nerd
I think he likes someone who is passionate about their interests/hobbies, no matter what those hobbies are.
Jabberwock
The Ranger | Haru Sagara
Haru loves someone who is a hard worker! No matter what it is that you do, if you're dedicated, he's in love.
But I think he also loves someone who is able to slow down and relax. He needs help in that department lol
I think he's drawn to someone who is a bit more quiet. It's a nice balance of energy for him.
The Free Spirit | Towa Otonashi
Towa loves someone who loves life!
He also wants someone who is a free spirit, similar to him. He doesn't want a partner who drags him down.
Overall, he wants his soulmate to be on the more optimistic side.
The Slacker | Ren Shiranami
Ren wants someone who can relax
But he secretly admires someone with a good work ethic. He would never admit it though
He also likes someone that’s funny. He'll roll his eyes at your jokes or comments, but he likes how quickly you're able to come up with them
Sinostra
The Gambler | Taiga Hoshibami
You need to be a freak (at least a little bit)
If you can't look down the barrel of a gun without blinking, he's not remembering you
I also think Taiga would like someone with a more calm disposition. It would soothe him.
The Sniper | Romeo Lucci
Romeo wants someone smart. He has to deal with idiots all day, if you're not able to keep up with his demands and acronyms, GTFO.
Someone who's calmer would also complement him well. He might (heavy on the might) be more willing to relax.
I think he would also be attracted to a natural leader. Seeing you take charge and stand on business would be one of his favorite sights.
The Paralegal | Ritsu Shinjo
Ritsu loves a hard worker. Someone who is as dedicated to their chosen field as he is would be his top quality he looks for in a partner.
He also wants someone who is smart. He's a little pretentious (which I think he would get over in time) so he wants a partner who understands his references to literature or is willing to expand their knowledge
He likes someone who encourages him to expand his horizons. The implication that he needs to might offend him, but once he gets over that, he's excited to learn new things
Hotarubi
The Actor | Subaru Kagami
Subaru really admires someone who is self-assured.
It's a quality he lacks in himself, to be so unapologetic about who you are, that he can't help but be fascinated by it.
He's also attracted to kindness. He just appreciates someone who is nice to others.
The Flutist | Haku Kusanagi
Haku isn't picky when it comes to a partner, but I think similar to Towa, Haku wants someone who has a love for life
He's attracted to passion. If you have something you're really passionate about, he likes seeing you in action.
He would like to have a partner who is more open than he is
The Poet | Zenji Kotadama
Zenji would appreciate a partner who is an artist
It doesn't have to be a certain type of art; I think any medium of finding beauty in the world draws him to you.
I can also see him with a partner who is more introspective. He would like the balance to his energy
Obscuary
The Vampire | Edward Hart
Ed truly has no preference. He's been alive for 400 years, I doubt he has much of a 'type' anymore
If he did, I imagine it would be someone who is a homebody so he can spend time with you
I could also see him seeking out a partner who is more proactive about doing chores lol
The Reaper | Rui Mizuki
Rui is also not picky
I think he would admire someone who is studious. Idk why, I can just see him complimenting you for being smart (even though he compliments you for everything lol)
He would also appreciate someone who is quiet/introspective. He just likes the calm energy.
The Werewolf | Lyca Colt
Lyca wants someone who is upfront about their feelings.
He knows he isn't the best at interacting with people yet. He wants to be better. He wants you to tell him what he does wrong so he can be better.
He would also like someone easygoing. He gets riled up quickly, so having a calmer partner would balance him out.
Mortkranken
The Doctor | Yuri Isami
Yuri wants a partner who is smart enough to keep up with him. He gets irritated having to explain himself multiple times.
He would also like someone who is confrontational/argumentative. He says a lot of out of pocket shit, I think he would surprisingly like it if someone called him out on it
He likes a challenge. Sure, he acts like he wants someone who fawns over him and listens to everything he says, but I feel like he would get bored of that quickly.
The Monster | Jiro Kirisaki
I can see Jiro being attracted to someone who is more emotional. He likes seeing your reactions to things and picking your brain for why you have those reactions.
He would probably look for more practical qualities in a partner. Someone who can defend themselves against anomalies, and has at least basic medical knowledge.
For him, it’s less about attraction and more about being a good fit for each other.
Let me know if you guys like the use of their chapter title monikers, I think it's fun but if y'all think it's confusing I'll add their names in future drabbles!
Also sorry that some are shorter than others, I tried to keep them approximately the same length!
Frostheim
The King pulls you in closer, refusing to let you go. Are you busy today? Not anymore. And how can you say no with his nose buried in the crook of your neck?
The King's Advisor observes you, committing you to memory. He traces the curve of your lips with his eyes and listens to the sound of your soft breathing.
The Knight kisses you awake, cradling your cheek. He waits until your eyes finally flutter open to ask if you slept well.
The Archer doesn't dare wake you up. He memorizes this moment, wondering when his luck turned around to allow him in the same bed as you. He knows that the clock will strike twelve soon enough. But until you're out of his reach, he intends to make the most of it.
Vagastrom
The Ex-Con lets you sleep. He gets up for his morning run, making sure to be extra quiet so as to not wake you. Before he finally slips out the door, he watches you curl into what little warmth he left behind, and writes you a note. Be back soon, love you. You already know the routine, already know he loves you. But he'll spend forever reminding you, as long as you let him.
The Influencer takes a photo of you curled into each other. If you ever find it, he'll tell you it’s blackmail. For now, the photo goes in his secret folder filled with similar shots — all reminders that you chose him.
The Rider has to get ready. He has things to do, and really should try to untangle himself from you. But you're persistent in your sleep, wrapped around him, and the only way to free himself is to wake you. Instead, he settles back in and closes his eyes. The world can wait ten more minutes.
Jabberwock
The Ranger wakes up with too much energy, you always say. He's already dressed and raring to go for the day by the time you're sitting down for coffee. You tell him to go on, and you'll catch up later. He runs out the door, but not before planting a million kisses all over your face.
The Free Spirit holds you close, never letting go. You wake up in a field to him placing flowers in your hair. When he notices you're awake, he grins, nuzzling into you again.
The Slacker sleeps for as long as he can. His nose buried in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you. It isn't until you tell him that clown is yelling for him that he groans. The vibration against your neck makes you laugh, and he holds you tighter. The clown can wait.
Sinostra
The Gambler will stay in bed with you all day if you let him. He holds you, nipping at your skin, listening to your soft noises. It isn't until the Sniper bursts in, yelling at him to GTHU, that he finally rolls out of bed. Keep it warm for him, Kitty-Cat. He'll be back soon.
The Sniper has places to be. He wakes up with his alarm, easily slipping out of your arms. He's about to snap at you to get up so he can make the bed when he sees you rise, yawning as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. You have dark circles, get some more rest.
The Paralegal also wakes up with his alarm, ready for the day. You know there's no use in asking him to lay with you a little longer (you've already used the extra five minutes he delegated for morning cuddling), so you get up as well, taking the coffee he prepared for you with a warm smile.
Hotarubi
The Actor tries his best not to wake you as he gets ready. When you stir awake, he gives a hushed apology, interrupted by you bringing him in for a soft kiss.
The Flutist wakes to your gaze already on him. Isn't he supposed to be the one fawning over you, Princess? He begins to rise, pausing when you ask him to stay a little longer. As you wish.
The Poet writes a new line for every time the sun rises upon the two of you together. One day, he'll put pen to paper to record them all. But for now, no metaphor could capture the warmth of your embrace.
Obscuary
The Vampire doesn't sleep. Instead, he watches you. Sure, he could close his eyes and rest with you, but with the fleeting moments of human existence, he would rather look at you for as long as possible.
The Reaper lays his head on your chest, feeling it rise and fall, listening to your heartbeat. You're here. You're his. Before his curse was broken, he would already be up by now, hanging the laundry and watering the plants. But now, he has a reason to stay in bed.
The Werewolf buries his nose in your hair, taking in your scent as you stir. He'll grumble when you leave the bed, following you to get ready with you.
Mortkranken
The Doctor wakes to the smell of coffee and the feeling of your lips against his temple. He fell asleep at his desk again. He rubs under his eyes, his heart tightening in his chest as you give him another kiss before taking your leave. Tonight, he'll join you in bed. He'll make up for the nights he made you sleep alone.
The Monster rises quickly, not wanting to lose any time. He'll likely have to wake up the Doctor, but for a moment, he watches you sleep. He leans down and presses his lips to yours before leaving.
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SUMMARY: when you call the tokyo debunker boys your husband.
COMMENTS: SOME FLUFF TO PALETTE CLEANSE AFTER WHTA I DID TO YGYS LAST TIME (┬┬﹏┬┬)
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Jin raises a brow when you offhandedly call him husband, almost as though you weren’t even thinking about it. He doesn’t hate it—he rather likes it, and is in fact picturing you as his spouse with a ring on your finger. Once you step away from people, he’ll be asking you about it.
Tohma is rather smug about this, especially if you slipped up in front of someone like Kaito who vies for your attention. All too happy to slip into the roll, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, making up some bullshit excuse on the spot so he can whisk you away.
Luca gets flustered by it, shuffling his feet with a dopey grin on his face. You’re too kind to him, and much too sweet. He brings it up and asks if you meant it, clarifying that he’s your boyfriend, not your husband (yet.) Just tell him that you know, but you’re looking forward to that change. <3
Kaito, poor Kaito. If he’s eating or drinking he’s choking on whatever he’s got in his mouth and keeling over. His face is beet red and he’s shaking. Honestly, probably think he hallucinated the whole thing. Starts yelling and asks if you’re serious with tears streaming down his face...oh boy.
Alan looks stiff—a bit startled, if you look a little closer. Once the two of you are alone, he corrects you softly, saying that he isn’t your husband. If you tack on a yet to the end of his sentence, you’ll see him clench his jaw and fight back his blush. He looks unsure but that’s okay, he’ll come around soon enough.
Sho plays along with you, calling you his spouse throughout the entirety of your outing. Don’t get embarrassed by it or else he’s going to ramp it up even more. There’s no way Sho doesn’t look more lovestick than usual after that...he really does want to marry you someday.
Leo snorts loudly before acting like he never made a noise at all. He’s another one who plays along, but he’s not giving it up ever. You said you wanted this, you said you wanted a future with him, so why should he stop? You clearly love him enough to stick around, so he’s going to milk it for all it’s worth.
Haru gets the brightest smile on his face and immediately plays along. It doesn’t matter who else is there, he will shower you with pet names and compliments. Once the two of you are alone, he’ll ask you what kind of ring would look best on the two of you. Don’t expect to live this down!
Towa will take this seriously, so I hope you’re prepared. He’ll even go so far as to leave your side immediately and come back with a dandelion ring he wove himself. He looks so happy the rest of day, and will not be very happy if you were joking. He hates liars, you know?
Ren nearly chokes on his spit, cheeks flaring red as he shoots a glare at you. It holds no malice, but you should know not to say stuff like that! What if you slipped up with a guy who got the wrong idea? ...What do you mean you want him to get the wrong idea!?
Taiga initially gets confused, opening his mouth to correct you before his mind snaps to attention. Oh, so that’s the game you’re playing, kitty cat. He can play along. Assuming you don't leave his sight (and he doesn't’ forget you) he’ll be teasing you about your little “slip up” the whole day.
Romeo is genuinely caught off guard by this, and if you look, you can see his cheeks turning pink. Starts yelling almost immediately, being all “what do you think you’re doing you BB!?” Yeah he causes a scene. The rest of the day is spent with a very flustered Romeo grumbling about how you would be honored to marry someone like him...stay with him forever...GRAH!
Ritsu blinks, his mind lagging for a second before he continues the conversation as though nothing happened. The second you’re away from prying eyes he’s rounding on you, asking for clarification with his voice recorder in hand, saying he caught what you said. Don’t bother denying it! If you don’t deny it, and just tell him that he’d make a good husband, he’ll get all flustered and blue screen for real this time.
Subaru gasps softly, his eyes going wide. The blush on his cheeks tells you that he very much enjoys it, even though he looks like he wants to sink into the floor and never return. It’s even worse if you call him that in front of Zenji and/or Haku, they are never going to let him live that down! Please have mercy, he’s already in love with you.
Haku slips into the role of your husband far too easily. Like, the second the name leaves your lips, he’s all “oh well, I guess I’m husband now.” He is ready and willing! Catch him shopping for rings! And now every time you walk by a jewelry store, he’s going to lean over and ask you which one you want.
Zenji presses a hand over his heart when you call him that in front of Haku and Subaru. He’s so touched that you continue to interact with him and cherish the man that he is, even if he’s far from normal. If you asked for it, and if he was still a man you could spend your life with, he would give you the world and more—all you’d have to do is tell him how you wanted it.
Edward pretends he doesn’t notice, yawning just to get you annoyed. If you say it a little louder he might stifle a laugh, especially if you’re saying it in front of someone like Rui. My my, you are a bold one. No wonder he’s taken such a liking to you. If you really want to be his spouse, he can arrange that...with a bite.
Rui is already perfect house husband material, there’s no need for you to beat around the bush. H’e s a bit flattered you want to rush things, though! Catch him blushing like a schoolgirl at the thought of you and him at the altar. Give him a break for being a sap, it’s not like he ever thought he’d have that kind of future before you!
Lyca blushes for a completely different reason. He’s actually really embarrassed that you would call him that, but it means you know you can rely on him, right? It doesn’t matter how public the two of you are right now, he is going to ask you for clarification with a noticeable excitement in his voice.
Yuri sputters, adjusting his tie to distract from how sweaty he gets from the sugary sweetness of your voice. How could you say something like that so casually? How could you even think something like that!? At least wait until he’s a fully established doctor in the field of ghoul research so he can take care of you—! No, he hasn’t thought about it!
Jiro blinks at you before calling your ass out. “We are not married yet, why did you call me that?” You can laugh and say that it just feels right, to which he’ll crack a small smile. Jiro is noticeably soft when it comes to you, as I’m sure you know—he’ll do anything to see you happy, especially if it means being yours.
- starting off strong… that one time i fell off my chair during dinner cuz i was leaning back too far in it. 😭 Aye bro, i was bored asf and i was feeling a lil goofy. I was sitting next to Asmo and somebody else, i don’t remember who it was. But all i remember in the moment was me scooting back a little bit too far, my heart dropping straight to my booty, and letting out a scream as i fell back. Yeah.., icl, ik some of them bitches was laughing at me too, cuz why was Asmo the only one that got up to help me 😒🥲 ik…. embarrassing.
-i got lost in that big ass mansion house wtv tf it is when i first got there. not fun not fun
-Lucifer does n o t like bad bunny……. 😒 he said he thinks he’s an imbecile. Do i know why? no. He just doesn’t like reggeaton music in general, he’s very old.
-When i first got there, whenever asmo had said some weird stuff, they always covered my ears and Luci glared at him 😭. They thought i was so innocent bro, not my fault im just naturally quiet asf.
-I’m glad i scripted in i can argue like a mf bc these brothers did indeed try me at times.
-Solomon is sooo fine guys 😭😭😭😭😭 i need him bad😭😭 But Luci is also so fine 😭😭😭
-Mammon can get sturdy btw
-About myself in my desired reality;, i’ll tell yall things that happened to me back in the human world a couple years ago. One time, someone stole the front door of my house. Nothing else, just the front door 🙁. Then our drive way. Yeah, the drive way. Someone took the stones of my drive way just like that one meme and they took my shit dawg. Another thing i remember is reading a book and then 30 pages later i realize im reading that bih upside down 🥀, don’t ask me what that book was cuz i don’t even know.. some might even dare to compare me to Mammon (El Mamón, as i call him).
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Note: I sat down to write cute flirty headcanons and instead accidentally wrote all of these guys having a romantic breakdown in about their crush being so oblivious about the flirting. 💀 Then I thought they where good and just decided to go with that as the prompt!
Trey Clover
It had been going on for weeks.
Subtle, harmless gestures at first—sharing his homemade treats, seeking you out in the hallways between classes, and always making sure there was a spare seat beside him at Heartslabyul’s long, rose-lined table. You always took it. Smiling up at him, laughing at his jokes, even leaning against his shoulder sometimes when the evenings stretched long and drowsy under the golden canopy of dusk.
And yet.
You were completely, utterly oblivious.
“You’re really good at baking, Trey,” you complimented one day as he handed you a small, ribbon-tied box of matcha-flavored sweets, his personal recipe he never shared. You bit into one, eyes lighting up in delight. “I don’t know how someone like you is still single.”
Despite the polite, affable smile he wore, a faint twitch of disbelief rippled across his temple. Trey had dropped so many hints—letting you taste frosting off his finger in the kitchen, gently brushing your hair out of your eyes when you leaned too close to the oven, even calling you “sweetheart” under his breath when you dozed off during a study session.
And yet, here you were. Thinking he was some domestic teddy bear.
The final straw came during a Heartslabyul tea party, when you reached over to wipe a crumb from the corner of his mouth with your thumb, completely unaware of how red his ears turned.
“You’re always such a mess after eating cake,” you scolded gently.
“You do realize,” he said slowly, looking into your eyes with a rare, unreadable intensity, “that I only ever bring you the first slice.”
“Huh? I just thought I was lucky!” you grinned.
That did it.
He leaned in, lowering his voice as he caged you between the chair and the hedge behind. His gloved hand gently tipped your chin up. “I’ve been flirting with you for months,” he murmured. “How much more obvious do I have to be, shortcake?”
Your mouth dropped open. “Wha—wait, what?!”
Trey laughed softly, finally letting his forehead rest against yours, the tension melting into something warm, golden, and soft. “I swear, you’re sweeter than my tarts and twice as dense.”
Cater Diamond
“Okay, I give up,” Cater announced dramatically, collapsing face-down on the common room couch. “I’ve tried everything, and they still don’t get it.”
From behind his phone screen, he peeked at you sitting nearby, nose buried in a magazine, completely unaware of his suffering.
It had started as a game at first—light teasing, exaggerated winks, the occasional compliment laced with glittering charm.
“Looking good today, babe~” he’d say, snapping a selfie of the two of you while slinging an arm around your shoulders.
“Thanks, Cater! You look amazing too, as always!”
But you always said it like a friend. With zero hesitation, zero fluster, zero realization. You treated his affection like background noise—a quirk of his personality.
Even when he’d rested his head in your lap after a long day and looked up at you with dreamy, sleepy eyes and whispered, “You’d make a perfect boyfriend, y'know... if you’d let me,” you just chuckled and patted his hair.
“Aw, Cater, that’s sweet. You’d be a great boyfriend for someone, definitely.”
Someone.
SOMEONE.
He practically screamed into his pillow when he got back to his dorm that night.
Every day since then had been a desperate escalation. He started bringing you your favorite snacks, styling your hair for fun, sending you good morning texts with pet names like “sunshine” or “my star.” You responded with gifs. Gifs.
Finally, in a move of last-ditch desperation, he planned the boldest romantic gesture he could think of.
Cater rented out the photo booth in town, the one with the glitter backgrounds and soft lighting. He dragged you inside under the pretense of wanting “a bestie shoot,” and waited for the moment the countdown began.
Three…
Two…
One—
He turned, cupped your face, and kissed your cheek.
Click. Flash.
You blinked at him.
“Cater?? What was that for?”
He stared.
“No, seriously. Are you okay? Did you think I was sad or something? You can talk to me, y’know.”
Cater threw his hands up and groaned.
“You’re the one I like!! You! Not as a friend, not as a selfie buddy, not as a human pillow—I like you, you dense little cinnamon bun!”
Your eyes widened. “Wait. Are you flirting with me?”
He looked like he aged five years in five seconds.
“Yes. YES, BABE. That’s what the last four months were. Flirting. Full-throttle, heart-eyes, rom-com level flirting!”
“…Oh.”
A pause. Then, sheepishly:
“So… wanna take another photo? This time, maybe I kiss you on the lips?”
Cater blinked at your soft smile and the way your hand found his.
And just like that, every ounce of frustration melted into sparkly euphoria. “Oh my Seven,” he whispered with a grin. “Finally.”
Leona Kingscholar
Leona was not a man known for patience. In fact, most of the time, he prided himself on getting what he wanted with the least amount of effort. He was sharp, cunning, and confident enough to know that most people would bend over backward just to get a sliver of his attention. So when he set his sights on you—you, with your soft laugh, bright eyes, and completely clueless smile—he assumed it would be easy.
It wasn’t.
It started small. He’d lounge in the botanical gardens where he knew you always came to study. He made sure to growl off anyone else who might sit nearby, leaving the two of you in your own little secluded corner. He'd toss you the occasional compliment, his voice lazy and low.
“Tch. That look suits you, herbivore. Finally got some style.”
You’d blink at him with that warm, clueless grin. “Oh? Thanks, Leona. My friend helped me pick this outfit.”
He resisted the urge to growl. Again.
Then he escalated. He’d sit closer—closer than anyone would consider “just friends.” He'd drop hints laced with suggestion, his amber eyes narrowing when you remained oblivious. He once even played with your hair, idly running his fingers through it while you yawned and continued taking notes on magical herbology.
It got to the point where Ruggie cornered you in the hallway, shaking his head in disbelief. “You seriously don’t get it? He’s basically marking his territory every time you’re near!”
“Huh? Leona? Nah, he’s just... touchy sometimes.”
Leona nearly tore his textbooks in half when he heard that.
The final straw came one warm afternoon when you plopped down beside him under the shade of a sprawling tree. You smiled and passed him a snack you'd made, and Leona, in a bold move of desperation and hunger for your attention, leaned down and bit into it directly from your hand, eyes locked on yours the entire time.
You just blinked and said, “You must’ve been really hungry!”
Leona threw himself backward into the grass with a groan, covering his eyes with his arm.
“Seven hells, you’re dense,” he muttered.
“Huh?”
He sat up again, eyes narrowed, voice husky. “Do I need to spell it out for you, herbivore? I’m not just hanging around you ‘cause I’m bored. I’m trying to get you to notice me.”
You tilted your head, confused. “But I do notice you…”
“No,” he growled, grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, tugging you closer. “Notice me. As in, I want you. You. Me. Together. You seriously didn’t get that?”
You froze. And then it hit you like a freight train. The closeness, the compliments, the touches, the possessiveness—
“Oh... OH.”
Leona smirked, fangs glinting in the sun. “Took you long enough.”
Vil Schoenheit
Vil was always graceful, always poised, always in control. He calculated every step, every glance, every smile. So naturally, when he decided to pursue you, he did it with the same precision he applied to a stage performance or a red-carpet event. Subtle glances, gentle compliments, a brush of his fingers across your shoulder. It was a slow-burning courtship that he expected would sweep you off your feet.
But instead?
Nothing.
Nothing but your charming smile and occasional, completely unbothered “Thank you, Vil!” or “You’re so sweet!” before skipping off to your next class.
He chalked it up to modesty at first. Maybe you were shy. Maybe you wanted to play hard to get. But by week three, when he sent you a handpicked bouquet of enchanted roses and you gave them to Professor Trein’s cat because “it matched her fur,” Vil nearly fainted on the spot.
So, he got bolder.
One afternoon, he strode into your dorm’s common room while you were curled up on a couch with a book. Wordlessly, he slipped beside you and sat right in your lap, settling as gracefully as ever, legs crossed, arm lazily draped around your shoulders.
You blinked. “Are you tired? You can sit here as long as you need.”
Vil’s eye twitched.
“Tired? No, darling, I wanted to sit somewhere comfortable and charming. Surely you understand the appeal.” He leaned in, his breath tickling your ear. “Or is my lap too forward for your delicate sensibilities?”
You laughed lightly. “Nope! You’re light. I didn’t even notice the weight. Kinda like a cat. A really fashionable one.”
Fashionable cat?!
Vil nearly stood up right then and there, scandalized. But no—he took a deep breath. Composure. Poise.
Until you reached up and started patting his head.
“You’re so pretty, Vil. I hope I can be as pretty as you one day.”
“…I’m not trying to be ‘pretty like you,’ I’m trying to be yours,” he hissed in exasperation, face dangerously close to yours.
You blinked again. “Wait… what?”
Vil’s patience finally snapped like a taut ribbon.
“For the love of all that is radiant—I have been flirting with you for months. I’ve complimented you, made time for you, bought you gifts, and now I am literally sitting on your lap! What more must I do? Wear a sign that says ‘I want to be yours’?”
You gaped at him.
“…I thought you were just naturally dramatic.”
Vil groaned, burying his face in your neck. “You’ll be the death of me.”
You awkwardly wrapped your arms around him, finally catching on. “Wait, so… you like me?”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, expression softening ever so slightly. “I more than like you. But you, sweet potato, are so hopelessly dense.”
You laughed nervously, cheeks burning. “I’m really sorry… but, um… I like you too. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.”
Vil huffed, but a genuine smile curled on his lips. “Well, you’re mine now. And you’ll never be oblivious again, because I won’t give you the chance to miss it.”
Rook Hunt
To Rook, this was a challenge—a delicious, exquisite one.
He was well aware of how utterly unaware you were. The first time he realized, it was during archery club. He complimented the way your arms flexed as you pulled the bowstring, his tone sultry, his gaze locked on you like you were his prey.
You grinned and said, “Haha, thanks! I’ve been working out my shoulders. Good for posture!”
He tilted his head, lips curled in amusement. “Ah, ma colombe, you are truly a creature of mystery~”
But instead of giving up, Rook only doubled down. He started leaving flowers at your desk with poetic notes—sometimes with metaphors so thick they practically screamed “I am in love with you!”
You just thought it was a Rook thing.
“You’re so sweet! You write such beautiful stuff. Have you thought of joining the poetry club?”
Poetry club…?! Mon dieu, I am baring my soul!
He even tried the "accidental touch" method—fingers brushing yours when passing a book, hands lingering too long during sparring practice. Yet you never reacted with more than a casual smile and a “You okay?”
And Rook? He found it thrilling.
“This unawareness… this resistance… c’est magnifique!” he whispered one day, watching you from the balcony like a Shakespearean ghost. “You are like a doe in the forest, unaware of the eyes that follow you in reverent adoration…”
The final straw was when he kissed the back of your hand under the moonlight after walking you to your dorm. With an air of mystery and drama, he looked into your eyes and murmured, “Bonsoir, ma lumière…”
You giggled. “Wow, you really should join the drama club. That delivery was incredible.”
Rook clutched his chest like he’d been shot, but he was laughing too. Of course. Of course you didn’t get it.
But that just made him want you more.
“I shall make it my mission to pierce through the veil of innocence that blinds you, mon trésor,” he declared to the stars. “You will see me—not as a friend, not as a fellow student—but as the man who has adored you all this time.”
Idia Shroud
It was exhausting trying to flirt with someone who didn’t even realize you were the final boss in their dating sim.
Idia never considered himself bold—not IRL, anyway. Most of his romantic experience came from watching his OTPs go through slow-burn arcs in visual novels or tragic anime love stories. But when it came to you, he was trying. Like, genuinely. In his own glitchy, socially awkward way.
He’d wait outside your classroom “totally coincidentally” with his tablet in hand, acting like he wasn’t tracking your class schedule to the minute. He even upgraded Ortho’s AI recognition software just to find excuses to walk past you more often. He quoted romantic lines from his favorite games to you, hoping you’d get it—but every single time?
You’d just blink. Smile. Nod like he was being cute.
“Oh, that line was so poetic! Is that from a movie or something?”
“B-bro that’s from Stellar Lust IV! The confession scene where the star-crossed lovers reunite under a dying moon! Are you seriously not…? Nvm.”
One afternoon, he got bold. He invited you to his room. That alone should’ve been a confession—no one entered his sacred gaming lair unless they had maximum trust level.
He cleared off a place on the bed, installed RGB mood lighting, even had anime OSTs playing softly in the background. He hyped himself up for weeks for this. He was going to drop a flirt so obvious, even a level 1 NPC could read it.
“So, u-uh, you ever wonder what it’d be like to… y’know… date a genius tech prince who could hack into the city grid just to turn all the traffic lights green for you?”
You tilted your head. “That sounds dangerous… but also kind of cool? Is this part of your new game concept?”
He.exe stopped working.
The blue flames of his hair turned pink for half a second before sizzling back.
He mumbled something incoherent and turned back to his computer, pulling his hoodie so far over his head he looked like a turtle. “N-no, yeah, that was just… haha… worldbuilding...”
He’d keep trying though. One day, he’d craft a cutscene so perfect, even you couldn’t ignore the affection coded into every line.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus was not used to being ignored. Or overlooked. Or, heaven forbid—misunderstood. He was the Crown Prince of Briar Valley, the most feared and powerful student on campus. And yet, here he was, casting ancient spells to conjure glowing roses and coaxing fireflies into hearts over your tea cup—only for you to respond with:
“Wow, Malleus! You always make things so aesthetic!”
He blinked. "Aesthetic?"
“Yeah! Super vibey. You should be a party planner.”
He nearly short-circuited.
This had been happening for weeks. He’d memorized your schedule, just so he could “coincidentally” be where you were. He’d offer to walk you home under the stars, hoping for soft-spoken confessions—but you only asked him if he thought raccoons had hierarchies in their little trash kingdoms.
...You were enchanting. But you were driving him mad.
One day, after finding yet another love poem he’d slipped into your book returned with grammar corrections (you thought he was practicing his prose), he decided on something bold. Direct. Unmistakable.
“Child of man,” Malleus said one twilight evening as you both sat beneath a tree, “if I were to tell you that my heart beats differently in your presence, that the night air tastes sweeter when you laugh—what would you say?”
You tilted your head, thinking. “I’d say you have a really poetic way of saying you like hanging out.”
“I do not merely like hanging out,” he said slowly, brow twitching. “I wish to court you.”
You stared. “Like… on trial?”
“…Romantically.”
“Ohhhh.”
Silence.
“Wait, me?!”
Malleus closed his eyes and inhaled. Patience. He could wait a thousand years more. But hopefully not.
Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia Vanrouge had seen centuries of war, peace, love, loss—and yet nothing, nothing, had prepared him for the sheer unshakable obliviousness that was you.
It started innocently enough.
He’d toss a wink your way whenever he passed by in the hallway. He brought you little trinkets from the village during his off-campus ventures—flowers woven into chains, sweets with hearts drawn on the wrappers, one time even a hairpin shaped like a bat. You had smiled and thanked him with the kind of radiant purity that could blind a mortal man. And then you tucked the bat hairpin in your pencil case.
Your pencil case. Like he was a math worksheet and not a 700+ year old fae trying to court you.
Still, he found it endearing. You were cute in a way that made his ageless heart ache, and he loved a challenge. So he tried harder.
“You know,” he drawled one afternoon, leaning over your shoulder with a voice like velvet, “in my youth, a suitor might serenade their beloved beneath the moonlight.”
“That’s sweet,” you said, eyes on your textbook. “Did they ever get noise complaints?”
He blinked. “...Noise complaints?”
“Well, if it was late and they were singing outside someone’s window… I bet a lot of people weren’t exactly swooning.”
For a moment, Lilia just stared at you. And then he burst out laughing, so hard he had to wipe a tear from his eye.
“You are either brilliantly teasing me,” he chuckled, “or heartbreakingly naive.”
You smiled at him, not understanding in the slightest.
The final straw came when he invited you for a midnight flight—romantic, intimate, just the two of you soaring above the moon-drenched trees. You screamed with laughter and clung to him the entire way, yelling about how cool it was and how friends like him were the best.
“Friends,” Lilia repeated afterward, voice soft and low as you happily ate the little picnic he’d prepared.
You looked up. “Yeah. I’m lucky to have you.”
He sighed with a small, defeated smile, but his eyes were warm. “The luck,” he murmured, “is all mine, dear.”
Please note that this is a repost from my previous blog (that no longer exists!)
This was originally posted October 23rd, 2024 for an event I had ♡
Enjoy! ☘︎
Jade enjoyed observing you, watching while you were unaware. In the halls as you passed by, across the room in the cafeteria, or even serving the table beside yours in the Mostro Lounge. He would always take notice of your presence, keeping you in the corner of his eye.
The way others reacted interested Jade. How they handle different situations, the expressions their face makes, how their mood shifts. If he were to startle someone, how would they react? Quietly approaching from behind, making his presence known while they were distracted.
A voice that sounded too close for comfort, turning to find him standing nearby. Or a touch on the shoulder that comes out of nowhere, leaving them wondering how they hadn’t heard him (and just how long he’s been there).
Out of everyone though, there was no reactions better than yours. How your face lit up when you were happy, how your eyebrows furrowed when you were mad. The carefree sound of your laughter, the gentle crinkle of your eyes as you laughed.
No matter the reaction he was hooked, his interested peaked as he watched, enraptured by you. What reaction could he get from you today, he wondered. What would you delight him with next?
The thought brings a small smile to his face, bending down so he was close to your ear. You sat in the Mostro Lounge, at a table that always seemed reserved for you. Whether you were unaware of his presence or not, he couldn’t help the warmth he felt as you turned to find him there, surprised at first before smiling in delight.
What a reaction, indeed, he thinks, savoring it while he could. Was he mistaken, or was that affection in your eyes, shining before him under ambient lights…
… Or perhaps, those were his eyes… Reflected in the glass you held near your lips, as he awaited your order ♡
✎ᝰ. : I Do not own this character! These headcanons are just for fun and may not be what the creator headcanons for there character! Please keep that in mind !
✎ᝰ. : warnings! 18+ content ! 14 days with you is an 18+ game so is my account if you are underage please leave. This writing contains, smutty acts, fluff, and more ! Not proof read!! You have been warned.
→ : I have a feeling ren has a bunch of those cheap Chinese toys that you’d get from the dollar store in a bin in his room. Idk he just looks like he would
→ : Rens closet is like those two houses that are opposite from one another yk what I mean that black and pink houses yeah that’s his closet.
→ : they definitely have a thing for public sex. Like come on the living room scene … I mean that dudes freaky.
→ : Ren is a big guy he’s 6’5 I see him having too get a bunch of pants he thinks are cool tailored too his size cause if not his whole ankle is going too show.
→ : they definitely like too Color. But like adult coloring books with colored pencils.
→ : if you where too live with them he'd put all your “special plates/cups” aka the ones you use frequently, on the top shelf so you have too get his help.
→ : lets you paint their fingernails, Dude love seeing your face go bright when he says yes.
→ : I know this dude has a thing for seeing you in black and purple. Idk why purple but I just think he’d be all happy and complement you 24/7 if you did wear those colors. Especially if it’s alt fashion
→ : Ren just gives off the vibe that he wants too be called a good boy while he dominates you. Like Imagine their fucking you dumb and all of a sudden they go “call me a good boy please” in like a breathy voice GAH.
→ : Definitely loves it when his partner bites or marks him he likes showing it off. As much as he can
→ : that ring that he wears, yeah that one. That’s definitely gotta be your future weeding ring.
→ : he likes when you draw imaginary shapes on any part of their body. Doesn’t matter were they just like the feeling.
→ : The best at taking photos of you. The beach scene just says it all. They’ll take as many as they can too get the perfect photo for you. He’d do anything for their angel
→ : Halloween with Ren definitely wouldn’t be boring. They’d drop a hint saying that a new horror house opened up for Halloween and if they saw you were interested he’d take you there.
→ : the same thing with Halloween I 100% see them wanting too do an angel and devil matching costume with you.
→ : randomly buys you flowers and leaves them at your door with a letter saying something like “have a good day angel” or “these were just so pretty and thought you’d like them”
→ : would have those pink fluffy dice in his car.
→ : they’re those people too like anime figures and get a bunch of them and get a case too put them in.
→ : would get a tattoo of his partners name. (Bad ren don’t do that shit.)
→ : into bondage and cum play definitely. Like tying your hands behind your back and putting a blindfold on you that definitely gets him hot and hard. They’d love seeing you covered with his cum. Mostly would like it too be on your stomach or inside you.
→ : I know this freak has a thing for you in costumes (like a cop or a nurse) idk he just gives me the vibe that it would make him hard.
→ : likes the sound of you gagging on him. especially if you have drool slipping out your mouth.
→ : he’s a switch no doubt about it. I just think it depends all on you how you feel. If you a dom I know he’d sub for you and if you a sub he’d dom for you. Ren would do anything for you.
→ : try’s too match your breathing when your asleep.
→ : I feel like he hates fish. Like food wise.
→ : would get you a custom made biker helmet with cat ears or something on it for when you ride with him.
→ : randomly scares you. Like not like he means it just they walk so quietly that he’d randomly appear behind you and you wouldn’t even notice till you turn around
→ : likes too hug you from behind while you cook, maybe even sway his hips while he does it.
✎ᝰ. : I did it !! Took me forever cause I got overstimulated half way through. Which is why it got kinda short at the end because I was starting too lose motivation…
✎ᝰ. : I hope you liked this pumpkins !! Non of this is going too be 100% canon because it’s not mine, these are just for fun remember!
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It’s been a while since I’ve made a post. I’m going to address one of the most frequently asked questions I receive: How do I give offerings? For some reason, many beginner books don’t dive into the specifics of this religious practice which many are unfamiliar with. Hopefully this will help.
General Rules:
Offerings are given as thank-yous, as little gifts to say that you appreciate the deity’s existence. They don’t have to be expensive, but they should be special in your eyes. For example, I often offer donuts or wine simply because I don’t buy those two things often.
Offerings should be appropriate for the deity you’re giving them to.
You’re allowed to get creative with offerings–in fact, the Gods even prefer that you do!
How often you give offerings in accordance to your practice is up to you.
You may give apology offerings for any offense you think you may have made.
Prayers, songs, playlists, and there intangible gifts still count as offerings.
You do not need an altar to give offerings. You can give offerings anywhere, at anytime.
Simply saying “This is for you” makes the object an offering.
Food Offerings:
Most food offerings are eaten after being offered. The main exceptions are Greek chthonic deities, and ancestors, in which case you do not eat the offerings. Research your specific pantheon to make sure if eating is appropriate or not.
There is no set amount of time to leave out food offerings. In fact, many worshippers will eat said offerings right after they offer them.
If you do not eat food offerings, you may throw them away, saying something like, “Though I discard these physical offerings, the spiritual offering remains”.
You may also bury the offerings. Make sure that the offerings will not harm the surrounding environment or animals. Do not bury them in a jar or plastic bag.
If you offer herbs, you may either burn them using a charcoal block or cauldron, or you may throw them out/bury them. While burning is certainly traditional in many pantheons, do not feel the need to if you will be bothered by the potent smoke or handling fire.
Liquid Offerings:
Liquid offerings are handled in the same way food offerings are, with the exception of oils.
You do not have to drink oils after offering them. (Drinking straight olive oil is pretty gross, and please DO NOT drink harmful essential oils!) I recommend pouring them into the ground outside, or into the trash can.
You may pour liquid offerings into the offering bowl, or, you may keep the liquid offering in a cup. I have a special teacup that I often use for offerings such as tea, but any regular teacup will do. After all, you are offering the liquid, not the cup.
Incense and Candle Offerings:
According to tradition, these offerings must be left to burn out on their own. I recommend lighting small tea light candles for these offerings, as big candles burn for a long time. However, some modern Pagans may blow, rinse, or snuff them out early to prevent a fire hazard.
Make sure to be present while the offering is lit, and make sure nothing catches on fire.
If you are bothered by incense smoke, using an essential oil diffuser or unscented candle works fine.
Although many Pagans recommend incense as a general offering, you do not have to offer it, or any candles, if they bother you.
Plant Offerings:
If you offer a plucked flower, you may leave it on an altar or table until it withers. Afterwards you may throw it away. Basically, you handle it as any other friend would had you given them a plucked flower.
If you offer a growing or potted plant, tend to it as you would your other plants. If it dies, that’s okay. Simply discard it as you would normally. The Gods understand that plants die, and They appreciate the beauty of plants while they last.
Other Offerings:
For objects such as stones, shells, or family heirlooms, keep them on the altar or somewhere else special. Ideally, you will not need to throw these away. If they get damaged somehow, and if you cannot repair them, you may throw them out, but give an apology offering and try to replace them.
For artworks or crafts, place them on the altar or hang them somewhere. Don’t sell your offerings; they are gifts you gave to the Gods and not yours to sell.
For songs, play or sing them anytime you’d like to connect or give something to your deity.
For writings, you may keep them, or some people might burn them to “send” to their Gods. Whichever way is up to you.
For e-shrines or other technological offerings, keep them saved in their own folder, keep them nice and up-to-date.
For magical tools, such as grimoires or wands that you dedicate, feel free to use them as normal. Just take care of them, and remember to thank the deity you devoted them to once in a while.
For daily or private actions, such as cleaning, giving to others, etc., simply think “This is for you” or send your energy to the God, and finish the action.
You may say prayers out loud, write them down, or simply think them in your mind. All are perfectly legitimate.
I hope I got all of this. Feel free to reblog or message with corrections, since I know I don’t know everything about every pantheon. Have a beautiful day, and have fun worshipping!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Kharis. The beautiful reciprocal relationship between the gods and mortals. While kharis was built out of love and respect for the gods, the Ancient Greeks were not shy in drawing attention to previous acts of worship to persuade the gods to look more favourably upon the worshipper and perhaps grant their request. Of course, the gods cannot be bribed and they will act as they see fit … but it was absolutely the intention of the worshipper to put the gods under obligation to be inclined toward them by invoking kharis.
The simplest way to draw upon past acts of worship in prayer is to add something like “If ever my words have pleased you …” or “If [that offering] was pleasing to you …” before making your request.
In this way we prove to the gods that we can be trusted upon to continue worshipping them and holding them in high regard because we have done so in the past.
Even Sappho referenced all her previous prayers to the goddess in her famous Ode to Aphrodite (translation by Anne Carson):
Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with hard pains,
O lady, my heart
but come here if ever before
you caught my voice far off
and listening left your father’s
golden house and came,
yoking your car.
Dedications were a special kind of prayer, as when their inscriptions were read by future attendants of the shrine or sanctuary, their prayer was in effect repeated over and over again. Dedications could often be found in first person “I was dedicated by …” [1] so that the gods would forever remember and be reminded of the votive offering.
Ancient Greek Religion: A Sourcebook, Emily Kearns “Closeness and Distance; Prayers and Associated Offerings”
Prayer formulas are quite up-front about this reciprocal arrangement. The god may be promised an offering if s/he will grant the worshipper’s request […] Alternatively, the worshipper may make an offering along with a prayer asking for something in return. This will be the case in most regularly recurring rites, where the deity is asked to guarantee the will-being and safety of the worshipping community. Another possible strategy is to draw attention to some benefit the worshipper has performed in the past. More subtly, the prayer may point out that the god has helped the worshipper in the past (thus a charis relationship exists) or that it is characteristic of him/her to help devotees, or to help in particular cases.
Ancient Greek Religion: A Sourcebook, Emily Kearns “Sanctuaries; Dedications”
As in prayer, which votive offerings obviously follow, so dedication formulas are often quite open about invoking the charis relationship between deity and devotee, effectively trying to put the god under an obligation to reciprocate the favour.
Greek Religion, Walter Burkert “Prayer”
This is followed by a justification for calling on the god, in which earlier proofs of friendship are invoked by way of precedent: if ever the god has come to the aid of the suppliant, or if the suppliant has performed works pleasing to the god, has burned sacrifices and built temples, then this should now hold good. Often the assurance ‘for you are able’ is slipped in.
[1] Dedication examples can be read in Emily Kearns’ Ancient Greek Religion pg 267
