era of violence

[galaxygeeksunite]

So this is the kind of person Ruby Riott is, such a sweetheart, proof from Bayley’s tweet about her. By the way I didn’t realize at first that Dori was Ruby’s real name cause I just became a fan recently.

[blackcatrph]

send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope.

tw:  dark  themes  present  ( blood,  death  etc )

“  my  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  person  receiving  the  meme.  “  your  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  the  person  sending  the  meme.

🛏️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  share  one  bed.

💍  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  enemies  forced  to  marry.

⚔️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fighting  and  my  muse  admits  their  feelings  for  yours.  (  add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings )

😴  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine )

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. )

🥂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  drunkenly  confesses  their  true  feelings  about  your  muse  to  them.

💭  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  chooses  to  give  up  their  memories  of  your  muse  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  give  up  their  memories  to  save  mine )

🥊  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  pins  yours  whilst  sparring.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  pin  mine )

🛡️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  protects  yours  from  a  fight.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  protect  mine. )

🩸  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  injured  and  yours  demands  to  know  who  hurt  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  injured )

💋  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  kiss  to  maintain  their  cover.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fake  dating.

🤐  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  pretend  they’re  not  dating.

🤯  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  recognises  yours  from  a  past  life,  but  your  muse  does  not  remember  them.

☠️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  admits  their  true  feelings  for  your  muse  after  believing  they’re  about  to  die,  but  they  survive.  (  add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings  to  mine )

🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse.  ( add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  kill  to  protect  mine )

💔  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  breaks  your  muse’s  heart  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  break  my  muse’s  heart )

🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

💰  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  has  to  seduce  yours  for  information.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  try  to  seduce  mine )

✋   -  a  starter  where  my  muse  traces  your  muse’s  scars.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  trace  my  muse’s  scars )

🫂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  runs  to  embrace  yours  after  winning  a  battle.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  embrace  mine )

👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress ]  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  get  ready )

[eraofviolence]

champiions​:

she didn’t even need to say their names for his body to react, the thought of them to form in his head once more. his body tensed and his breathing began to grow unsteady. their rivalry was behind them (for now, bray and randy always seemed to find each other in time) but the effects of it were still felt to this day. often times the woman who once labeled herself as the goddess would visit randy in his dreams, often turning them to nightmares. he didn’t think that it was obvious but clearly he was wrong. “i haven’t been the same since… who? since… the fiend? alexa bliss?” he said her name with a little more emphasis. alexa was the problem here. she was the one causing most of these issues. the fiend, bray wyatt, he was gone. she was still lurking in the back of his thoughts. he paused, looking away from his girlfriend and the mother of their daughter. his hand ran over his facial hair as he took a deep breath of air into his lungs. “do you know how many nights i wake up to the thought of her? cold, panicked, and shaking. do you know how many times at raw i’d see her only for her to vanish the moment i close my eyes? just the other night i saw her with that… that creepy doll in her hands and if it wasn’t for matt then i would’ve done something bad.”

 HER  NAME  MADE  THE  HAIR  ON  BECKY'S  NECK  STAND  UP.  that  vile  bitch.  she  may  have  simply  been  targeting  randy  as  a  means  to  an  end.  an  opponent  to  use  as  a  distraction.  a  chance  to  break  FREE  from  her  fiendish  friend  and  yet  none  of  that  mattered.  her  little  game  had  put  their  daughter  at  risk,  it  still  haunted  randy  down  deep  in  his  bones  and  becky  saw  red  each  time  she  saw  her  plastered  across  that  tv  screen.

 his  voice  was  broken  when  he  spoke  about  it.  the  paranoia  that  plagued  him.  the  dreams.  nights  that  she  knew  all  too  well  because  she  also  laid  awake  in  the  silence  -  just  waiting  for  his  breath  to  even  out  again.  she  took  a  step  toward  him.  another.  another.  until  she  now  stood  behind  him.  her  arms  came  up  to  hold  him  gently  from  behind,  her  cheek  resting  against  his  shoulder  blades.  "  I  know . . . I'm  sorry.  none  of  this  is  your  fault  and  I  feel  like  I've  been  punishin'  ya.  I  was  scared  and  I  didn't  stop  to  remember  that  you're  scared  too . . .  "  as  she  admitted  that,  she  felt  a  few  tears  slip  down  her  face  onto  his  skin.

 "  I'd  kill  her  myself  if  it  meant  takin'  this  from  you.  I  would  without  a  second  thought.  "

[eraofviolence]

pipcbcmb​:

It felt good. Those intimate, sweet moments between the two of them weren’t very common, that’s why the Chicago native cherished them with all his heart. First, the man brought a hand on hers and caressed it lightly, then placed it on one of her hips, gently resting his forehead on hers and listened. Though Phil always believed that there was a catch behind the tattoed girl’s kind attitude, and that time was no different. He wrinkled his nose, but he chuckled lightly since her sassiness was one of his favorite traits of hers. “Hm, those are strong words… coming from someone who always gets her ass beat in Mortal Kombat! You won a couple of lucky games, doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” The man giggled, as he pressed a series of soft kisses against Dori’s lips. “I also give a shit about the Chicago Blackhawks… my comic books… my favorite tv series…” The Chicago native said inbetween kissing her. “Aaaaand many other things.” Right after he said that, Phil tightly wrapped his arms around Ruby’s waist.

 LOVE  HADN'T  BEEN  EASY  FOR  DORI.  though  was  it  easy  for  ANY  wrestler?  sure,  you  had  the  ones  that  found  their  people  right  off  the  bat.  maryse  and  mike.  jon  and  renee.  but  for  most  of  them  dating  as  a  traveling  wrestler  was  killer  even  when  you  worked  for  the  same  company.  she'd  had  relationships  before  that  she  thought  had  really  been  something  -  her  last  ex  coming  to  mind,  but  life  happened  and  she  could  only  watch  as  things  fell  apart.  neither  wanting  to  try  and  pick  up  the  shards.

 with  phil  it  was  different.  maybe  SHE  was  even  different.  she  wanted  to  work  for  this.  and  each  time  that  life  got  hard  and  bogged  down  by  all  the  stress  and  the  chaos  and  she  just  wanted  to  give  up . . . she  had  moments  like  these.  moments  that  made  her  want  to  push  forward.

 she  smiled  against  his  mouth  as  he  pressed  it  to  hers  and  her  arms  wound  gently  around  his  neck.  "  and  where  EXACTLY,  mr.  brooks,  do  I  rank  amid  all  these  great  things,  hmm ?  "  she  teased,  stealing  another  quick  peck.  "  is  it  below  the  blackhawks  or  below  the  blackhawks  AND  your  comic  books ?

 I  promise  I'll  only  be  angry  for  a  week,  maximum.  "  she  was  joking,  of  course.  she  didn't  care  about  any  of  that.  just  that  he  gave  a  shit  -  that  he  wanted  her  to  live  her  best  life  and  let  him  be  there  for  bits  of  it.  that's  all  dori  could  ask  from  him  in  return.

[eraofviolence]

powertobite​:

she hated when someone had a point to her argument and he had an actual talent at shutting her up. maybe it kept her going back to him, time and time again. if she was being honest she hated it, but she had to admire him. “i’m sure i’ll be bursting into flames later.” she mocked him, but it was playful now. 

“ the fact that you had to sell the zombies too, eh, like you said i know there are a million other guys who would kill for a chance and do so with a smile on their face.” the fact was she knew Raw was the best place for him, she knew that sooner rather then later he’d get into a title picture and it would be good for him to grow. 

“mami…i understood that one.” small reference to the fact that she didn’t know Spanish despite her mother being from Mexico, so sometimes when he spoke to her despite trying to learn she would get lost in translation. she couldn’t help but feel the tables turned on her in that instance.

 HE  WOULDN'T  BE  LOOKING  BACK  ON  BACKLASH  FONDLY.  he  recognized  it  as  paying  his  dues  and  hey  -  at  least  it  was  a  one  and  done.  he  couldn't  forsee  anymore  zombies  in  his  future.  though  shitty  storylines  were  definitely  a  risk.  luis  knew  like  everyone  else  that  he  had  to  stay  relevant,  stay  workable.  it  was  all  too  quick  around  here  that  the  spotlight  moved  on  and  you  were  yesterday's  interest.  no  doubt  az  knew  it  too.  backstage  purgatory  was  real  and  it  was  a  killer.

 "  yeah,  yeah,  yeah,  luckily  I  SURVIVED  the  zombies.  mike's  the  one  that's  gotta  explain  how  he  DIDN'T  get  eaten  on  social  media.  I  mean,  you're  lookin'  at  a  bonifide  zombie  KILLER,  "  he  joked,  flexing  one  of  his  biceps  with  a  quick  wink.

 at  her  soft  comment  he  grinned,  nodding  his  head.  "  yeah,  I  tossed  you  an  easy  one  there.  what  you  need  is  a  good  TEACHER.  one  of  these  days  I'm  gonna  clear  your  schedule,  sit  your  ass  down  and  give  ya  a  good  lesson.  "

[champiions]

@eraofviolence​ said:  “ i don’t think i’ll ever be over you. ” / Becky to finn

i’m still in love with you. that’s the thought that was floating around his head and the words were sitting on the tip of his tongue but he refused to say them. he couldn’t bring himself to say those words even though he’s watched how the relationship between his ex-girlfriend and seth rollins have taken a turn for the worse. he wasn’t the same seth rollins he once was and anything finn did or said in an attempt to help her would come back to effect her, not him. “you shouldn’t be sayin’ that, bex. i don’t want him hearin’ that and getting on you.” the irish man said with a sigh, pushing his hand through his short dark locks. “how’ve things been with him?”

[eraofviolence]

 SHE  WASN'T  SURE  HOW  SHE  HAD  ENDED  UP  HERE.  unhappy.  unsatisfied.  unsure.  she  felt  stupid  for  letting  someone  take  over  her  life  the  way  that  seth  had  in  recent  months.  it  hadn't  felt  like  THEIR  relationship  in  a  long  time  but  his  own  to  manipulate  and  use  as  he  saw  fit.  and  even  despite  that  she  loved  him.  she  had  a  life  with  him  in  iowa  and  the  rock  on  her  finger  spoke  volumes.  still  she  found  herself  here  again.  in  a  pub  with  a  man  who  wasn't  her  husband,  saying  things  she  shouldn't  say  and  feeling  more  lost  than  she  had  in  years.  maybe  that  was  why  she  sought  finn  out.  he'd  been  a  beacon  for  her  for  so  long.  why  not  now?  it  was  dangerous.  she  knew  it.

 she  let  out  a  humorless  short  laugh  at  his  comment.  seth  would  always  find  something  to  get  on  her  about  whether  she  provided  ammunition  or  not.  part  of  her  wanted  him  to  hear.  to  know  that  she  was  drowning  because  right  now  she  wasn't  even  sure  he  was  aware  of  anything  that  wasn't  cesaro  and  winning.  nothing  about  her  seem  to  even  come  close  to  penetrating  his  head.  "  'bout  the  same.  he  talks.  I  listen.  rinse  and  repeat . . .  "  she  shook  her  head  and  plastered  a  hollow  smile  on  her  face.  "  I  don't  wanna  talk  about  him  -  what  about  YOU ?  that  scarlett  seems  a  right  witch,  aye ?  "

[werewolvesmoved]

[antagnst]

c    :    /  /    jaycole    .    ‘  𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,    𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.  ’ bridgerton sentence prompts   ,    accepting .  @eraofviolence   ,    #kingcxle . 

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃.      unwavering.      crafted out of ice and concrete,    unforgiving and cold.      he’s a reminder that she isn’t,    a cruel joke played on a girl who shouldn’t want what she has.      all the tension held in her jaw and shoulders seems to dissipate,    forgotten in the wave of comfort held in each syllable he speaks to her.    it’s that,    too,    she decides,   that’s just another problem she’ll have to face in the future    -    the way her guard falters,    the way he simply knows how to talk her back from whatever edge she’s threatening to hurtle herself over.      weakness comes in many forms;    anna’s takes the shape of his mouth,    the gentle timbre of his voice,   the warmth of his hands    -    she knows if she flickers her gaze up she’ll get lost in his.      that pale blue eyes will be waiting for her there,    as they always are,    patient and kind in their nature. 

“    𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴?    ”      her voice waivers to life,     a question she already knows the answer to slipped through her lips without hesitation.    because she wants him to say it again,    say it until the words are burned into her memory and refuse to give way to her insecurity.    her fears.    the intrusive thoughts that insist she’ll never be what he wants    -    not fully,    never wholeheartedly,    when so many better options exist.      but he’s here now,    and maybe that’s what matters most;    his presence a necessary reminder that even if he couldn’t promise,    or if he chose to lie,    he’s hers for the moment.     that for however brief or extensive,    he’d chosen her over everyone else.    her frame shifts,    no longer angled away but instead leaning in,    pressing herself into his space until she’s close enough to cup her fingers along his jaw.      “    feels almost silly to say it,    but i’m all yours,    too.    ”      ridiculously.      inevitably.      there’d never been a choice in the matter,    either. 

no gradual fall,   but instead a hard tumble down    -    there was no better way to describe how anna’d found herself here.      in love.      or what she imagines love to be    -    and though she has no intention of stating as much out loud,    she thinks she must be;    that alone is a start.      her cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink,    warmth radiating down her body before she lifts herself onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth.      it’s second nature for her arms to drift and curl their way around him,    fingers interlocked behind his neck,    entirely at ease and comfortable    -    she almost feels like she’s floating.      on her own personal cloud nine and unwilling to come down.     

[eraofviolence]

 HE'D  DONE  THE  HEAD  OVER  HEELS  THING.  it'd  been  like  something  out  of  a  fairytale  with  britt.  instagram  posts,  support  at  shows,  talks  of  marriage  and  kids,  questions  of  when  one  of  them  would  join  the  other  on  their  respective  brands.  it  was  clear  to  the  whole  world  in  LOVE  -  painstakingly  so.  but  in  reality  it  had  been  hard.  maybe  one  of  the  hardest  things  he'd  done.  they  both  wanted  so  much:  out  of  life,  out  of  each  other,  out  of  themselves.  they  were  so  alike.  perfectionists.  headstrong.  independent.  britt  never  needed  him  for  anything.  not  even  the  small  things.  he  had  loved  it  about  her  at  one  point  but  he  grew  to  fear  that  he  was  simply  a  body  in  her  life.  not  a  partner  in  this  but  just  a  passenger  along  for  the  ride.

 when  he  first  met  anna  he  could  see  those  traits  in  her.  independent.  perfectionist.  headstrong.  and  when  he  felt  himself  falling  so  fast  -  unable  to  stop  from  being  overtaken  by  his  feelings  for  her  in  every  way,  austin  feared  the  same  outcome.  someone  who  wouldn't  let  him  be  there  for  her.  someone  who  he'd  always  fear  he  was  always  just  watching  from  the  outside.  but  he  couldn't  let  himself  walk  away . . . he  had  to  try.  eventually  finding  that  she'd  left  the  door  open  just  a  CRACK  for  him.  slamming  it  shut  the  instant  he  was  inside.  the  two  of  them  against  the  world.

 so  he  meant  it  when  he  said  he  was  hers.  through  every  high  and  every  low.  and  to  know  he  had  her  too.  an  advocate.  a  friend.  a  partner.  his  own  hands  held  her  at  her  slim  waist,  thumbs  stroking  the  delicate  skin  he  found  there,  and  he  kissed  her  soft.  here  was  where  they'd  settle,  wrapped  up  in  each  other  where  two  broken  people  felt  safe.  "  I  promise . . .  "  he  finally  answered  as  they  parted.  "  all  YOURS.  "

 as  if  on  cue  the  large  dog  in  the  corner  of  the  room  let  out  a  whine  and  austin  chuckled.  "  though  you  may  have  some  pretty  cute  competition,  right,  navy?  "

[champiions]

@eraofviolence said:  “ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ” / Maryse to seth

were they playing a game of who’d make the first move or were they both just a little stubborn? it could be a little both knowing how the two of them were. colby laughed under his breath between lips that curved to a smirk. oh, how he wanted to kiss her and be in the position so many men could only dream about being in. he brought his cup up and took a quick drink of the liquid that was in it. “what makes you think i wanna kiss you right now? in front of all these people,” he added since it’s not like the two of them were alone right now. colby’s eyes took a quick glance down to her lips. it was getting harder and harder to resist her. if she didn’t make a move soon then he’d crack under pressure here soon. “what do you say, maryse? wanna get out of here? can’t say this is as fun as people made it out to be,”

[eraofviolence]

 SHE  THOUGHT  TONIGHT  WOULD  BE  DULL.  some  of  the  girls  had  begged  her  to  come  out  after  the  show.  some  of  the  men  had  tagged  along.  and  it  all  seemed  to  be  shaping  into  a  night  where  she  drank  two  martinis  she  didn't  pay  for  and  left  to  curl  up  in  her  bed  ALONE.  that  was,  of  course,  until  he'd  shown  up.  her  own  personal  mouse  that  this  cat  wanted  to  catch  very  much.  they'd  been  dancing  around  one  another  for  weeks  now  and  she  was  starting  to  get  BORED.  she  hated  being  bored  -  so  she  made  her  own  fun.

 her  foot  found  his  thigh  beneath  the  table  the  group  shared  early  in  the  night.  later  she  started  a  chat  with  ashley  who  was  sitting  next  to  him,  leaning  ever  so  slightly  against  the  back  of  his  chair  and  making  sure  to  brush  her  fingers  across  his  shoulder blades  as  she  walked  away.  she  liked  to  tease,  to  taunt,  to  make  him  come  to  her  just  like  he  was  now  with  that  ridiculous  smirk  on  his  face.

 maryse  laughed  at  his  initial  comment,  shaking  her  head.  "  so  you  like  me  better  as  your  dirty  little  secret,  colby?  "  she  grinned,  placing  the  skewer  from  her  drink  between  her  teeth  and  pulling  it  out  slow,  an  olive  popping  off  from  the  end  into  her  mouth.  the  small  sword  fell  back  into  her  now  empty  glass.  "  speak  for  yourself,  I'm  having  PLENTY  of  fun.  "  as  she  spoke  two  of  her  fingers  walked  up  his  muscular  chest.  eyes  lingering  before  she  ran  her  thumb  gently  over  his  lower  lip.  "  aren't  you?  "

[antagnst]

c    :    /  /    maryse  &  damian    .    ‘  𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.  ’ bridgerton sentence prompts   ,    accepting . @eraofviolence   ,    #infamousarcher .

𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.      she’s been doing this long enough to know the extent of what most would do to get ahead    -    to win one singular match.      but it’s been awhile since she’s had to step in on her husband’s account;    awhile since maryse has had to shoulder the weight of ensuring a win because he couldn’t do it on his own    …    and maybe she’s tired of it.      tired of having to come to his aid because he can’t get the job done,    tired of being the person he calls when things go wrong and he can’t fix them himself.      it’d felt good,    once upon a time,    to be so needed    -    to be the one person he could count on time and time again.      but things have changed,    and maryse isn’t the foolish girl she was once was;    isn’t the same woman who’d accompanied countless men to the ring for the sake of relevancy.       she’d thought her time fixing things for the miz had been over    -    and then damian had happened.      

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈.      tall,    dark,    unmistakably handsome.      she’d have been lying if she said she hadn’t noticed,    hadn’t let her gaze linger across his frame in ways she shouldn’t have.      maryse ought to have let michael handle this one on his own,    taken her own warnings and gone home without thinking twice.      but he’d insisted    -    and what kind of wife would she be if she hadn’t complied to her husband’s wishes?     much like her eyes,    maryse had begun lingering.      helping.     if one could call it that.       that’s what had led to this,    a meeting in a darkened hallway,    her husband nowhere to be found.      “    i suppose it is.    ”      her reply is spoken softly,    a shrug of slim shoulders in the finery of her dress,    “    and so i would imagine this is your way of saying there are    …    no hard feelings?    ”      a quirk of her brow as her mouth curls into a teasing grin.      maryse is testing the waters,    toeing along the lines of whatever boundaries she imagines should exist    -    one hand closing the distance between them to toss a few strands of hair over his shoulder.      “   after all,    it was war,   no?    ”

[eraofviolence]

 DAMIAN  HAD  BEEN  WITH  CONVENTIONALLY  BEAUTIFUL  WOMEN  BEFORE.  it  wasn't  a  brag,  it  was  simply  a  fact.  new  york  bars  were  filled  with  women  of  all  ages,  sizes,  ethnicities  and  more  that  fit  the  MOLD  of  beauty  standards.  and  most  seemed  to  have  a  thing  for  guys  who  could  take  a  punch  or  two   -   even  better  was  one  who  could  dole  it  out.  and  damian  was  known  for  both.  that  being  said,  he  was  familiar  with  the  DANGER  a  woman  like  that  could  bring.  they  were  used  to  getting  what  they  wanted  and  when  they  didn't  get  that?  well,  that  was  when  you  saw  the  fangs  behind  those  pretty  red  lips.

 maryse  was  especially  bad  because  she  was  as  SMART  as  she  was  gorgeous.  the  brain  to  her  husband's  ‘ brawn ’,  if  you  could  call  mike  that.  she  was  the  one  pulling  the  strings  there  and  it  was  that  very  reason  that  damian  had  sought  HER  out  and  not  that  sniveling  man  child.  but  now  that  he  was  standing  in  front  of  her  there  was  a  piece  of  him  that  hesitated.  a  piece  of  him  that  let  dark  eyes  take  in  the  hair,  the  makeup,  the  clothes,  not  a  single  piece  out  of  place  -  and  imagined  for  a  moment  what  she'd  look  like  with  her  hair  mussed,  her  lipstick  smudged,  her  dress  riding  just  an  inch  too  high  on  those  thighs.

 he  bit  back  a  grin  as  she  spoke  and  captured  her  wrist  gently  as  it  brushed  back  his  head.  damian  held  it  for  a  moment,  the  faint  pulse  beneath  her  skin  before  releasing.  "  well  it  sure  as  hell  wasn't  LOVE,  chula . . .  "  he  said,  raising  his  brows.  "  as  for  the  hard  feelings  bit,  I  get  WHY  you  did  it.  your  boy  seems  to  need  all  the  help  he  can  get  out  there   -   but  I'm  here  to  tell  you  that  you  WON'T  be  doing  it  again,  yeah?  "  his  eyes  were  dark  as  they  bore  into  hers,  towering  over  her  in  6'5"  frame  though  he  knew  his  physicality  wouldn't  intimidate  her.  he  wouldn't  touch  her  if  it  came  to  that.

[eraofviolence]

powertobite​:

She could needle and pick, that was what she did best. The truth was Azin was concerned about him and his career, it was a common thing she felt for anyone she had been in NXT with. She’d seen the bad zombie make up and actually winced, she couldn’t hold her tongue on that one. Fiery temper, a nod to her mother’s DNA, she let it slip out in front of Luis. 

               “No, but gimmick matches can be hard to get out of — what you did with Bunny was great, but really zombies?” So said the one who had been playing women’s sandbox for too long and took too many loses to favorites then she liked to admit but she knew it was how she got a top spot as well. Maybe it was a bit of projection, maybe and when that question was given to her she had choice but to admit he was right. 

  Arms crossing over her chest she would concede a little bit, “I suppose you are.”

 IN  ALMOST  AN  INSTANT  HIS  BODY  LANGUAGE  CHANGED.  tension  released.  muscles  slackened.  arms  uncrossed.  the  side  of  his  mouth  turned  up  and  he  nodded  slow.  "  damn  right  I  am,  "  he  shot  back,  a  soft  cockiness  in  his  tone.  "  now  was  that  so  hard  to  admit . . . ?  "  luis  raised  his  brow  as  he  held  her  gaze.  the  HEAT  in  both  of  them  returning  to  a  simmer.  an  immovable  object  and  an  unstoppable  force  was  not  a  battle  he  was  eager  to  have  tonight  and  he  knew  from  nxt,  even  though  they  didn't  know  each  other  that  well,  that  az  was  rarely  one  to  back  down.

 "  trust  me,  I  know  the  zombies  were  bullshit,  "  he  admitted,  large  hand  coming  up  to  scratch  at  the  back  of  his  neck.  a  laugh  bubbled  up  as  he  shook  his  head.  "  but  I  meant  what  I  said.  I'll  take  all  the  gimmick  matches  this  place  wants  to  throw  at  me  if  it  means  more  eyes.  more  interest.  more  chances  for  me  to  prove  that  I'm  BETTER  than  those  things.  I  know  it's  a  risk  but  there  are  too  many  talented  guys  in  the  back  NOT  on  tv  that  would  be  pretty  damn  happy  to  take  my  spot.

I  appreciate  the  concern  though,  mami.  "

[eraofviolence]

 SHE  ALMOST  LAUGHS  IN  HIS  FACE.  she  would  have  years  ago.  something  violent  and  taunting.  now  it  comes  through  in  the  quirk  of  her  perfectly  trimmed  brow.  the  slight  amount  of  teeth  that  peek  out  from  behind  full  lips.  fairness  was  the  LAST  thing  she  expected  from  a  man  like  roman.  he  had  played  fair  for  years  and  he  had  seen  how  far  it  had  gotten  him  in  this  business.  fury  had  gotten  him  so  much  farther.  why  be  a  FAIR  king  when  you  could  be  a  FEARED  one?  the  results  spoke  for  themselves  as  the  title  over  his  shoulder  glinted  tempting  in  the  light.  her  gaze  shifting  ever  so  slightly  from  the  gold  to  the  tight  grasp  of  his  hand,  down  tanned  skin  to  taut  forearms  and  back  up  to  dark  eyes.  the  two  of  them  really  did  make  a  handsome  pair.

 "  no  I  can't  expect  that  it  is . . .  "  she  started,  gearing  up  toward  her  actual  intentions.  IMPORTANT  intentions  since  she  was  here.  in  a  hotel  room.  alone.  with  one  of  the  top  men  in  the  business.  a  lady  could  get  a  reputation.  before  she  continued  she  skirted  past  him.  plenty  of  space  for  her  to  get  by  but  her  skin  still  brushed  his  on  her  way  to  the  well-stocked  bar  of  the  hotel  suite.  "  but  I  don't  WANT  fairness  from  you.  "  fingers  traced  small  bottles  until  she  grabbed  an  amber  liquid  and  poured  the  contents  into  a  glass.  just  enough  to  sip.  "  I  want  an  OPPORTUNITY.  "  with  a  kind  of  grace  she  circled  back  around  in  front  of  him  and  slipped  the  drink  into  his  free  hand.  maintaining  her  closeness  as  she  spoke.

 "  a  chance  to  prove  that  I  can  be  much  more  help  than  a  silly  boy  being  fed  lies  from  a  jealous  brother  or  an  out-of-touch  mouthpiece  riding  your  coattails,  ca  va?  "

sender: @antagnst / #aliisili prompt:  ❛ i hope you don’t expect fairness from me , it isn’t one of my specialties ❜ pairing: maryse & roman status: accepting

[eraofviolence]

 A  LOW  CHUCKLE  LEFT  HIS  MOUTH.  it  was  humorless  just  like  the  smirk  playing  at  his  lips.  "  puede  ella  escucharse  a  sí  misma . . . ?  "  he  muttered  to  himself  before  flashing  his  eyes  back  to  hers.  his  mouth  now  drawn  into  a  straight  line,  brow  furrowed.  az  had  ways  of  testing  people  but  honestly  luis  was  in  no  mood.  he'd  read  all  the  internets  bullshit  spewed  about  backlash  and  he  didn't  need  it  from  someone  else  NOT  seated  behind  a  keyboard.  "  I  know  what  I  want.  I'm  FIGHTING  for  what  I  want.  I  want  a  spot  on  the  main  roster,  right  up  at  the  top,  EARNED  not  given,  and  if  doing  gimmick  matches  at  pay  per  views  is  how  I  get  it  then  shit  -  at  least  I'm  on  the  card.  I  got  a  job.  I  got  a  spot.

 so  you  don't  get  to  come  at  me  with  ' for  once  in  your  life ',  chula.  I've  been  doing  what  I  want  since  I  was  old  enough  to  walk  and  talk  and  I  think  I've  done  a  pretty  good  job  so  far,  eh?  "

sender: @powertobite prompt:  “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” pairing: damian & az status: accepting

[rhea-ripley]

Backlash || May 16 - 2021

[eraofviolence]

 TEARS  PRICKED  AT  HER  EYES  AS  SHE  SQUEEZED  THEM  SHUT  TIGHT.  her  stomach  was  in  knots  and  her  hands  trembled  as  she  balled  them  into  fists  at  her  side.  becky  always  felt  like  this  when  they  fought  -  the  world  turned  upside  down.  as  if  she  couldn't  get  herself  on  solid  footing.  everything  shifted  so  slightly  it  made  her  head  spin.  because  as  much  as  she  HATED  to  admit  it  sometimes:  he  grounded  her.  randy  brought  everything  into  such  FOCUS  and  when  she  felt  him  slipping  away  she  remembered  how  tenuous  her  grasp  on  this  rapidly  spinning  planet  really  was.

 "  I'm  trying . . .  "  she  took  in  a  shaky  breath  before  she  opened  her  eyes  to  finally  look  at  him.  "  I  just  feel  like  you're  so  far  away  and  when  I  try  to  pull  ya  back  in  to  me  -  to  US . . . ya  just  drift  farther.  "  becky  paused  for  a  minute,  collecting  herself  for  the  next  part.  the  dark.  the  part  they  tip-toed  around.  "  ya  haven't  been  the  same  since . . .  "  her  throat  seemed  to  close,  choking  the  rest  of  her  sentence  as  she  thought  about  it  all.  the  fiend.  alexa.  that  terrible  black  bile  and  randy's  eyes.  she'd  never  seen  them  so  EMPTY.

sender: @champiions  prompt:  “ please, don’t ever give up on me. ” pairing: becky & randy status: accepting

[eraofviolence]

 SHE  DEBATED  ON  HER  ANSWER  FOR  A  BEAT.  there  were  a  hundred  things  she  could  have  said.  each  one  coy  and  teasing.  the  same  light  energy  that  they  brought  to  most  things  with  one  another.  it  was  safe  and  comfortable  and  why  rock  the  boat?  but  as  ruby  looked  back  at  him,  his  expression  soft,  the  smirk  playing  at  her  lips  faded.  her  hand  came  up  to  cradle  one  side  of  his  jaw.  her  thumb  traced  the  stubble  that  peppered  his  face.

 "  someone  who  gives  a  shit . . . about  his  work . . . about  his  friends . . . about  me?  "  the  inflection  in  her  tone  raised  ever  so  slightly  on  that  last  bit  -  a  soft  question.  she  stared  at  him  another  moment  in  the  silence  before  her  dark  lips  quirked  into  a  half  grin  once  again.  "  but  mostly  I  see  an  old  man  who  is  incredibly  pissed  that  I  can  kick  his  ass  at  Street  Fighter.  "

sender: @pipcbcmb​ prompt:  “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ” status: accepting

[leneemusing]

more prompts for your feels

“  what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind?  ”  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”   “  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”   “  i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.  ” “  i can’t remember what it’s like to be truly wanted.  ” “  every time you look at me i feel invisible.  ” “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” “  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ” “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” “  i’ve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, i’m afraid i’ll feel too cold without it.  ” “  i just want to see you smile again.  ” “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ” “  i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.  ” “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ” “  don’t shut me out. please.  ” “  don’t look at me like that.  ” “  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ” “  i just wanted to do something good for once.  ” “  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?  ” “  just trust me. please.  ” “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ” “   you’re so worried about losing me/them you’re missing everything in front of you.  ”   “  i’m not leaving you.  ” “  you’re not alone. i’m here.  ” “  you see everyone so clearly except yourself.  ” “  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” “  i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ” “  i want to be whatever it is you think i am.  ” “  you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me.  ” “  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” “  i promise i’ll never hurt you again.  ” “  as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.  ” “  what did they do to you?  ” “  i’m not sure i should leave you alone.  ” “  i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.  ” “  i want to love the parts of you that you hate.  ” “  i’m scared of what you’re becoming.  ” “  i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.  ” “  you’ll always have a home with me.  ” “  what happened to you?  ” “  i thought i’d never see you again.  ” “  you’re such a fucking coward.  ” “  i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you.  ” “  you scared me.  ” “  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ” “  i’m not giving up on you. not ever.  ” “  i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved.  ”