[daftladsmoved]

𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦: headlinemakers, eternityafraid, retromutagn, farthestreaches.

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃.

BEHIND THE BLOG: i’m dirk, 24, he/him! i’ve been writing on tumblr on/off since early 2013. i took a while out, but now i’m back. don’t forget youre here forever

THE BASICS: no force shipping, no godmodding, etc. i reserve the right to unfollow, drop threads, not follow back, etc. i’m mutually exclusive and memes/starter calls are for mutuals only.

USUAL DNI CRITERIA APPLIES. no bigots or other such weird freaks. i'm a grown man and i'm sick of having to make 'don't be racist, homophobic or transphobic' clear

I’M OF AGE but don’t write smut. all other nsfw content is canon typical and will be written, but i will tag everything appropriately.

PASSWORDS: rule passwords tend to spike my anxiety, but i read rules before i follow.

ICONS: i have a full time job so frankly i will not be using them. i’ve always been terrible at graphics though so i’m doing us all a favour

SHIPPING is fine by me! please note i am exclusive with headlinemakers' iterations of characters, which goes for shipping & general interaction. if you share muses with lev on your multi, that's fine! i just won't write with those specific characters. all i ask is do not be a weirdo you’ll be blocked. i’ll always prefer to develop a ship before jumping right in, so please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message.

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[daftladsmoved]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝!

my main blog is now waeyward, with pinfalles (wrestling muses) and erasurae (original characters) being sideblogs to that blog. assume all threads and dynamics will carry over unless you would prefer otherwise! i'm gonna queue this post a bunch too my apologies

[hitcritical]

Being   chief,   there   are   a   lot   of   pleasures   he   gets   to   enjoy   now   that   he   never   did   before.   Most   of   all,   he   likes   this       :       likes   it   when   Brandon   is   sweet   in   his   hand.   More   cat   now   than   snake,   still   as   violent   as   before,   but   slow   blinking   to   show   affection   all   the   same.   ❝I'll   smile   at   you   tonight   when   your   stallin'   makes   us   less   late.❞   Thinks   it   is   too   harsh   the   moment   he   says   it.   Soothes   the   ache   by   leaving   a   gentle   kiss   against   Brandon's   cheek.

Solo   will   gladly   wake   up   at   three   every   night   for   the   rest   of   his   life   if   it   means   Brandon   is   next   to   him,   missing   him.   He's   rarely   missed,   just   like   he   is   rarely   loved.   Brandon   does   both   so   effortlessly   it   feels   like   heaven's   privilege.   But   his   maneater   doesn't   need   to   know   that.   He   probably   already   does,   anyway.   ❝Drag   your   fine   ass   out   of   that   chair   and   let's   go.   But   take   that   picture   first,   I   need   a   new   lockscreen.❞

[daftladsmoved]

he stands, all silk, on command. being told what to do is not new ground, but obeying without question certainly is. solo knows, brandon supposes, that his acquiescence is a choice, and that is the thing that makes him hum, tick, tilt. there's no ground to gain when every step they take is in tandem. solo leads, yes, but brandon follows with eyes wide open and guides them both away from cracks in the road. "what is it now? is it me?"

he's stalling on purpose. there's no denying the way people around them wonder when the maneater's teeth will truly sink in - like they don't see how he purrs - and brandon's still unused to ignoring attention from the masses. here, just the two of them, he navigates less. slender fingers make a playful grab for solo's phone, body leaning so far over him that if solo were any less solid he'd stumble. "show me. is it a bad one?"

[eternityafraid]

@daftlads asked : you have to believe me. i didn't do this. / blair and alvy

it's easy, a year later, to think about everything he could've done differently. maybe if he'd trusted everyone just a little more ( maybe if he'd been someone people could trust ), it would've all been okay. he has no way of knowing whether that's true, but he has the opportunity to try, now. he looks beyond the blood on her hands to meet her eyes. the sight of blood doesn't scare him anymore, just the smell and the taste and seeing where it came from, and so he will not let the sight control his assumptions. he was covered in blood once, too. "i believe you. just tell us what happened."

[daftladsmoved]

hot and wet and sticky and spoiled, blair pleads with open palms for his belief and finds it handed to her like a segmented orange, something shared so freely and sweetly she feels like she barely needed to ask at all. warmth spools in her, completely divorced from the smears of red on her cheeks, on her shirt - she blushes, shrinks away from him even as she wonders if alvy would even look, what with the state she's in. "i-" blair's lips tremble. adrenaline looks so much like fear. "um. becki- she's- her car, it's-"

[hitcritical]

There   is   blood   in   his   mouth   from   where   he   has   bitten   his   own   cheek   without   permission   from   his   brain.   Heaven   forbid   this   is   what   it   all   boils   down   to       ⎯⎯       to   slice   himself   up   to   pull   out   a   heart   still   beating   in   his   palm   to   offer   it   to   Brandon.   Has   no   silver   platter   to   give,   has   no   intention   of   making   it   pretty   when   his   brown   eyes   skip   down   to   the   display   of   bared   teeth   and   joy.

For   most   of   his   life,   he   has   been   a   follower.   A   chaser   of   the   footsteps   of   the   twins,   an   apostle   of   Roman   who   kept   his   head   bowed,   and   his   select   words   filled   with   the   gospel.   But   now   he   no   longer   has   to   keep   his   head   bowed   !   Now   he   is   free   to   make   the   mistakes   that   his   cousin   would   have   gutted   him   for.   Brandon   tells   him   to   get   rid   of   him,   and   the   metaphorical   wound   of   it   hurts   more   than   the   actual   one   in   his   mouth.   A   stutter   in   his   heart,   a   pain   so   deep   it   rattles   him.   Lets   go   of   the   other   man   with   a   sharp   inhale   through   his   gritted   teeth.   ❝You'd   like   that,   wouldn't   you   ?   To   just   fuck   off   and   be   free   of   us,   to   do   your   own   thing   in   here   ? ❞

[daftladsmoved]

"is that what you think?" brandon asks, so simple in its sincerity he feels a child when it slips from his mouth. the injustice burns in him even as he loosens his limbs, uses the space solo has afforded him not to flee, but to roll his shoulders, cross his arms over his chest. hurt doesn't factor in, and thank god for that - if he were ripped open every time solo expected absence in brandon's place, he'd never be whole again. he is an open palm, not held up to offer but to revel in the emptiness of itself - there is nothing left of him to take.

every atom in him aches to be closer. there's something cruel about how much of him still wants, a wound the shape of distance that solo fucking refuses to name even as brandon gives him the words. "if i wanted to be free of you, i would be. i promise you that." he would have dusted his bloodstained hands long ago, licked the carnage from his fingers and laughed his way to each and every main event. here he stands, snagged on a thorn, echoing inside himself. "look at me, solo. for once in your fucking life, listen to what i'm telling you."

[eternityafraid]

it's annie's sofa, actually -- cole owns his own mattress ( which he so graciously let someone else crash on last night ) and not much else. it's not the most embarrassing photo he's had posted on social media, but then, he's not got the same level of scrutiny as je'von. he files it away in his ( short, frankly) list of reasons that he doesn't want to be famous. "shit. is that going to cause any trouble for you?" surely not, he reasons -- je'von wouldn't put himself in situations like this if they did.

[daftladsmoved]

je'von scrunches his face, pinches and zooms, examines the photo from every conceivable angle. he doesn't look to have a drink in his hand at all, which is a mercy he didn't think he'd be granted. maybe underage drinking is a molehill when compared to some of the mountains his colleagues have scaled (why does no one talk about liv's weed thing??) but he's grateful he won't have to find out. "i'm good, i'm good! just a little messy, but it kinda always is with me."

[daftladsmoved]

@hitcritical 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 "i'll be on my best behaviour while doing this, man."

"hah," tama breathes, then barks. enjoys the way it sounds in the air and does it again, fast, a hyena-sound like gunshots. "i like that." a pause. "you don't have one." a best behaviour, he means, a leash, a behaviour beyond what is and what he knows and what they are, each and every animal one of them. "i should start doing it. both of us." chattering teeth end his thought early, a gnawing noise he's spat to the crowd and heard back one thousand times over. all violent delight and teeth, he moves like a whipcrack, positions himself at jacob's shoulder and tears his mouth open in a smile. "right now."