[ceceeetalkss]

welcome to my blog

hiya, i'm cece or cai, i'm twenty - six years old (minors dni). i use all pronouns. i am a pro-wrestling fan with a bias towards aew nowadays. my favorite wrestlers include, but are not limited to, wheeler yuta, cm punk, jon moxley, willow nightingale, marina shafir, speedball mike bailey, and seth rollins.

i love to read and write fanfics, though i haven't posted any for wrestling yet - hopefully i will one day soon. i also like to edit, which you can find posts of here, or on my tiktok @ gallab.tch.

i also am a fan of vampire based media, with a preference towards iwtv, my favorites being devils minion. i will likely post a mix of both wrestling and iwtv content while gearing up for, and during, the vampire lestat.

my dms are always open, however i may be slow to reply but respond faster on discord, which you're more than welcome to ask me for!

[ceceeewrites]

it's funny how i still forgot

daniel/louis rated e 10,681 words link to ao3 summary below the cut

“Stay out of my head,” it comes to him easily, the biting complaint, the one he’s clung to for weeks now. How long had it been since Louis left? How long had he been a vampire? It all swirls in his mind, he’s never been so unsure about anything in his life, even when he’d been drugged out, overusing so Armand would come save him, always hopeful he’d get close enough to the brink of death to be turned. It never worked. Why had it worked this time? Why had he finally been given it now? He didn’t want it anymore — did he?

“Hey, focus on me,” Louis speaks and then a warm hand is on his cheek and Daniel can hear the blood rushing through it. The way it sloshes around under Louis’ skin, the beat of his undead heart, pumping through him with a meal. Had he killed? More likely he had his blood bags on his plane, that private jet Daniel had gotten to fly on to get here from New York. He’s so tired of cold blood from bags, he wants something real, can feel his fangs pushing through his gums at the idea of being able to turn his head, to press into Louis’ flesh, to drink his fill from a pulsing heart.

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Or, Louis steps up as Daniel's makeshift maker, and Daniel struggles with his own feelings about that, and Louis

[ceceeetalkss]

small photo dump from dynamite tonight (really sad I didn't get photo/video of it but clark connors sat in my lap at one point when him and matt were brawling outside the ring)

[ceceeetalkss]

and one more time this week

[ceceeetalkss]

song of the summer or whatever they say

[ceceeetalkss]

some photos I took last night

[moxleyrollins]

#a song that could unite nations MONDAY NIGHT RAW | 05.11.26

[ceceeetalkss]

missed this so bad

[ceceeetalkss]

going to raw tonight and dynamite wednesday, life is honestly beautiful

[moxleyrollins]

RAW, JULY 2017 → RAW, APRIL 2026 seth vs the realization he wasn't saved because he actually has someone in his corner/he's made more enemies than friends (feat. the same eye being bruised)

[stventricle]

many such cases

[loveridden1999]

[steel-chain]

if I was a wrestler my name would Tables and whenever an annoying crowd chants We Want Tables I'd run out and fuck up the match and the crowd screams at me because im bad at my job. I am bad at my job.

[naranja7331]

When you mention piracy to the wrong person and now you have to listen to them talk for 2 hours that we need to support small businesses such as EA and Amazon

[mjfass]

“I opened up to you people. I told you if I opened up to you, it would tear my heart out if you turned your back on me, and you didn’t give a damn".

[ceceeetalkss]

another iwtv fic, i've got nothing but time at the moment and they are all living in my brain

Title: you wanted me but couldn't reach me

Rating: E

Ship(s): Lestat de Lioncourt/Daniel Molloy & Armand/Daniel Molloy

Chapters: 1/2 (the second one should be up in a day or two)

Word Count: 4,135

Summary:

Daniel’s biggest complaint with his turning, and he has quite a few complaints, is the age that he’d finally been gifted immortality. He’ll forever be stuck on the verge of his seventies, body molded in age, something that sticks in his mind every time Lestat — gorgeous, adonis, Lestat — calls him beautiful. Louis had said it too, just once, called him a beautiful boy when he’d been filled with fresh blood after teaching him to hunt, and it stuck in his mind then too. He’s not beautiful, not in the way he thinks he should be — the way a vampire ought to be.

“But you are,” the vampire in his lap speaks, picking through his mind so easily. Daniel could put up a mind shield, if he truly cared. He didn’t. “So few of us get to experience what you did, to age and wear that age. It suits you.”

[ceceeetalkss]

Chapter 2 out bring the total word count to 14,093 words! Feel free to give it a read if you're interested!

[mjfass]

Orange and Andrade stripping each other