𝕽𝖍𝖊𝖆 𝕽𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖞

[mamisms]

mamisms ------------ A study into late night conversations, living out of a suit case, home sickness, black ink against porcelain, metal adorned fingers and heavy metal blasting through car speakers at two am.

[ indie rhea ripley. 25+. penned by xeno. cst. she/they. ] LOW ACTIVITY.

There will be kayfabe and non-kayfabe elements on this blog depending upon the verse. HIGHLY SELECTIVE & shipping only based on chemistry. highly associated with @d1rtydom (PRIMARY SHIP), @b3llalution (all blogs), @r3vengetour (all blogs), @twcblts (all blogs), @marinashafirrp (all blogs) & @cxrsedhxusen

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[mamisms]

this community can be so supportive but also so fucking destructive.

[bl4desw1tch]

wow. was he really that easy to perceive? then again, the glint of wolfish whites and the maniacal sparkle to his azure orbs seems to be a permanent fixture upon the visage of the switchblade. he supposed that he couldn't blame her. trouble followed him like a godforsaken middle name, if he's honest. and since jay's long-awaited return to action, he's taken to creating trouble with the number one focal point of his attention, the very root of his obsession. finally, he sighs with a shrug of resignation. " — no, i suppose not. " he retorts, swiftly snatching up the stolen shillelagh that was perched beside him. he looks at it with equal parts contempt and contentment. kissing the end of it, he begins to twirl it lazily. as rhea continues to speak, he cannot help but laugh. it's deep, brimming with a darkness he'd grown comfortable living in.

" you can judge me, love. you'd be fair in doing so. and i reckon i couldn't change your mind even if i cared enough to bother doing so. " he then proceeds to playfully air drum with the very thing he stole from david finlay, his most prized possession. pointing at her with it, he winks. " just don't riptide me, eh? don't think my shoulder is up to snuff for that yet. " he's only half kidding.

[mamisms]

Rhea couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out of her at that. Not because she thought he was wrong, but because Jay White somehow had a way of making even the most questionable things sound like a perfectly reasonable conversation. It was irritating. Almost impressive. She watched him twirl the shillelagh between his hands, the corner of her mouth lifting as she shook her head slowly. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" she murmured, arms folding across her chest as she leaned back slightly. "Like genuinely. I've met some arrogant bastards in my time, Jay, and that's saying something." Her eyes flickered down to the stolen weapon before returning to him. "But you have this weird talent for making C H A O S look like a personality trait."

Rhea had spent enough time around dangerous people to know that most of them weren't interested in being understood. They wanted to be feared. They wanted people to see the sharp edges and never bother looking underneath. Jay, unfortunately, made that nearly impossible. "You've got this whole thing going on," she continued, gesturing vaguely toward him. "The smile. The confidence. The whole 'I'm three seconds away from doing something STUPID and somehow making it everyone else's problem' routine."

She pushed herself upright, taking a step closer, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the weapon in his hand. "And for the record? I wasn't going to Riptide you." A pause. "Yet."

[mamisms]

do you ever think about how different things could have been for your muse if creative weren't cowards? ya me neither...definitely not.

[mamisms]

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

it's probably terribly cliche to say both but thats the honest answer for me. i think both are needed to get a good grasp of the muse that you write for, to be able to see all aspects of their character and personality. i think if you focus primarily on chaotic action packed threads you're never going to be able to see the vulnerability in your muse. just like if you only focus on calmer threads, you'll not be able to see what could drive your muse, if that makes sense?

[mamisms]

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

honestly when i first started writing for rhea i didn't think that i would, but after coming across a few of my writing partners and being able to thoroughly plot out a universe? i love it. granted some universes absolutely will not make any sense no matter how much i tweak rhea but for the most part i've really enjoyed it all.

[metalprompts]

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

[ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.

[ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.

[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.

[ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.

[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

[ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.

[ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.

[ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

[ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.

[ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.

[ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.

[ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

“ i  wanna  be  on  top  this  time. “

[raesource]

munday questions

📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?

🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?

🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?

🧑‍🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?

📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?

📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?

🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?

⛓️‍💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?

🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?

⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?

📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?

⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?

💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?

🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?

📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?

🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?

[itstaztvrp]

the fact that he sat through his injuries, barely keeping his eyes open, ribs punching holes in his lungs, skin tight around every edge he had, bruises ripening with every second, plump and dark across sore muscles, was supposed to be enough of an explanation for him to justify how worthy of his attention she was. hell, the beating in itself was something he gladly went through for her. and he'd do it again and again. though, her doubt sliced right through him, and even worse, it wasn't her doubting him - it was rhea doubting herself that made his chest feel tight.

"because you are judgment day. they don't define you. you define them, and without you, they are nothing. you'll see." he nodded. this went beyond his desire to destroy her stable. it went beyond the simple feud. it felt personal. enough for him to wish to reach over and touch her. he wished to be in a position to show her exactly what he meant and why he believed she deserved so much better than whatever jd was giving her. she deserved the world. she deserved worship. she deserved to walk into a room and own it, not to be pushed in the back by some egotistical good-for-nothing group of boys who thought they could ride her fame. "don't you see?" he said after an interminable pause, realising he was getting lost in his own thoughts. "you took the world by storm. you deserve... everything. and you should take everything they aren't giving you. everything your heart desire, because I know you burn for more. I see it in your eyes. you weren't made to fade in the background. you were made to rule." he pulled a faint smile, head leaning a little too much. "I guess I sit here because if you asked, I'd be on my knees praying to you. I sit here because none of them does. and to remind you, my door is open."

[mamisms]

Silence. Not because she didn't have an answer. Because nobody had ever spoken to her like thatbefore. Rhea had spent years hearing what she was the powerhouse, the enforcer, the muscle, the backbone of Judgment Day. Every compliment she'd ever received had somehow been tied to what she could do for someone else. Hold the line. Win the match. Protect the boys. Be the face they hid behind when things got ugly. But Darby... Darby looked at her like none of that mattered. Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as she held his gaze, searching desperately for the punchline. For the manipulation. For the catch that always seemed to come after words like these.

There wasn't one. And somehow that unsettled her more. "You talk like I'm..." she trailed off with a breathy scoff, shaking her head once. "...worth believing in." The words felt foreign leaving her mouth. She looked away for the first time since the conversation had begun, eyes settling on the concrete floor between them. Her boots suddenly seemed far more interesting than the expression she knew he'd be wearing. "You've got this picture of me in your head," she murmured. "This woman that's supposed to take over the world."

A dry laugh escaped her. "I don't even know if she exists." Another beat passed before she looked back at him, finding those pale eyes again. They were frustratingly honest. "You know what's funny?" Her voice softened. "I've spent so long making sure everyone else believes I'm untouchable..." She shrugged one shoulder. "After a while, you start believing it yourself. You stop asking what you want because it's easier just... being what everyone expects." Her eyes searched his face, lingering there.

"So when you sit here telling me I deserve more..." she said quietly, "I don't know whether to think you're the smartest person I've ever met..." A tiny smile ghosted across her lips. "...or completely insane." She let the joke hang there before her expression settled into something far more sincere. "You'd really do that?" Not mocking. Not challenging. Just... trying to understand. "Stand in my corner." Her brows knit together, disbelief etched plainly across her features. "After everything? After every time we've tried to knock each other's heads off?" She huffed a quiet laugh through her nose. "I don't get you, Darby." A pause. "But..." Her eyes softened in a way they rarely did, vulnerability peeking through the cracks she'd spent years cementing shut. "...thank you." The words were almost whispered. "No one's ever looked at me and seen... me."

[itstaztvrp]

when she took his hand, he didn't see it coming and choked, freezing a moment. long enough to look reluctant to follow and yet not remotely enough to pull his hand back. her grip felt sure, unafraid to lead, soft, warm fingers sliding well in the clutch of his hold, which naturally closed around her smaller hand with promise. following. a quiet invitation, a devastating sign that the fight he desperately tried to keep up was already lost, she could have done anything to him. anything she wanted, one word, one tug, he would have followed. he wondered if she realised just how much power she had. if she was aware of how easily she slipped under the cracks in his walls and how deeply she settled into his chest.

how long has it been since someone, anyone, touched him? too long. so long this felt so good he was ready to fold. so much for being so high and mighty. so much for thinking he had the slightest chance to get out of that situation with his morality intact.

he still did not push her away, no matter how wrong and inappropriate he recognised that entire situation to be. when they sat, he didn't even hint at repositioning himself to seek some distance. because in truth, he was a hypocrite fool who did not want any distance. and then she called him aaron and his throat sealed. all thoughts evaporated from his mind, leaving his brain blank while dark eyes settled on her, just now looking, really looking at her, like he had been scared to do ever since she arrived. he pulled at his tie, loosening it up a little, badly pretending to be casual about it when his entire body language betrayed discomfort, thought not the type that suggested he hated being there, no. the opposite. it was a frosty clumsiness that betrayed a level of caring. no one made a man like aaron hotchner do anything he didn't want to. and he sure wanted this. which was the problem.

"rhea," he finally said after the longest consideration, nodding slowly, savouring her name on his tongue, swishing it like one would do with fine wine. it sounded strange and out of place, as though breaking a long-worn habit, and yet... not the first time he said it, in truth. though, perhaps, that awareness made it worse, accompanying the thought with a blush of the cheeks he couldn't hide when she was never breaking eye contact. he needed a drink. or ten.

he tried to look away, if anything, to be able to catch his breath even if just for a second, though her words dragged his attention back immediately. one dark eyebrow rose on his forehead as he studied her. her bodylanguage underlined her words, clearly. "and exactly how many questions would that be? I feel like it is important that you disclose that type of information to me, if anything, to keep our workplace as functional as possible." he said it without batting an eye, still struggling to lose his chief-y attitude, but it was clear there was a flirt hiding in between those words. a dangerous game, that was. because he did want to know. he truly did, if anything, to cross-reference his own inappropriate thoughts on the workplace. "I have to admit I, too, might have been unprofessional," he then conveyed with her words about food with a nod, though he sure wasn't paying attention to it, his stomach was sealed. "tell me, rhea, what do you mean by 'badly'? what are your expectations tonight?" he sounded like a recorded voice, still unable to loosen up enough to have a decent conversation. because badly was becoming more and more a possibility, the more he spoke like that was a job interview instead of a date. "something tells me your idea of 'badly' and mine might differ."

[mamisms]

Aaron, not the unit chief, just Aaron. She'd been waiting for it all evening, buried beneath pressed suits, perfectly measured sentences, and that maddening need to sound like he was conducting an interview instead of sitting shoulder to shoulder with the woman he'd actually agreed to take on a date. And hearing him say her name... God. She caught the faint flush creeping across his cheeks and decided then and there she wasn't going to let him hide behind professionalism for the rest of the night. "Aaron," she echoed deliberately, testing it the same way he'd tested hers. Her shoulder nudged his gently. "See?" she murmured. "Nobody died."

The teasing lingered in her smile as she reached for her drink, taking an easy sip before setting it back down. "As for the questions..." she pretended to think about it, lips pursing thoughtfully. "Mm. I'd say..." She turned toward him just enough for her knee to brush his beneath the table. "...another forty-three should do it." She held the straight face for precisely two seconds before laughing softly. "I'm kidding." A beat. "...Probably." Her eyes sparkled with mischief before softening as she really looked at him. "You know what I think?"

She shifted slightly in the booth until their shoulders were touching again, the contact light enough that he could ignore it if he wanted to—but she had a feeling he wouldn't. "I think you've spent so much of your life being responsible for everyone else that you've forgotten how to just... exist." No profiling. No judgment. Just an observation. "You don't have to impress me." Her voice lowered. "You don't have to be the Unit Chief tonight." She reached up without thinking, smoothing an invisible crease from the lapel of his jacket before her hand lingered for half a heartbeat longer than necessary. "You can just be Aaron." A small smile tugged at her lips.

"I happen to like him." When he asked about her expectations, she couldn't help but laugh again, shaking her head. "You really do interview people for a living." The warmth in her voice took any sting from the words. "My version of a bad first date?" she repeated thoughtfully. She leaned back slightly, looking toward the bottles lining the bar before answering. "You checking your watch every five minutes. You spending the whole evening wondering whether this violates section whatever of the FBI handbook and you calling me 'Agent Ripley' before the night's over."

Each point came with a playful glance in his direction. "And..." she paused, turning fully toward him now, her expression growing quieter, more sincere. "...you leaving here without letting me get to know the man everyone else seems to miss because they're too busy looking at the badge." She searched his face for a long moment. "I don't want Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief." Her smile softened. "I want the guy who blushes because he said my first name." A beat. "The one who's clearly wanted another kiss since the last one but is too much of a gentleman to ask." She arched a brow, unable to resist. "So..." Her hand slipped over his where it rested against the booth, her fingers giving his a gentle squeeze. "Am I close?" Her grin widened. "Or do I need to ask another forty-three questions?"

[mamisms]

" i feel like you may be judging me, " from @bl4desw1tch

Rhea let out an amused snort, one dark brow arching as she folded her arms across her chest. "I mean..." she dragged the words out deliberately, letting the silence do most of the work before a grin tugged at the corner of her lips. "Can you really blame me?" She tipped her head, looking him up and down with exaggerated scrutiny before meeting his eyes again. "You've got that smug little look on your face like you've either just talked your way out of trouble..." A beat. "...or talked yourself into it."

A quiet laugh escaped her. "I'm still trying to figure out which one it is." Her shoulders lifted in an easy shrug. "So, yeah..." she admitted with a playful smirk. "Maybe I am judging you a little." She nudged his arm lightly with her elbow. "But you've still got a chance to change my mind." Her grin widened. "Go on, Switchblade. Defend yourself."

[metalprompts]

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

[ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.

[ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.

[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.

[ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.

[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

[ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.

[ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.

[ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

[ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.

[ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.

[ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.

[ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

“ i  wanna  be  on  top  this  time. “

[rhea-ripley]

Raw || March 25 - 2024

[mamisms]

@d1rtydom

[scissorsaint]

(flirting) i could be your problem

[mamisms]

i think it goes without saying but my rhea is 100% au with wwe. will i incorporate things from wwe, more than likely ya. do i acknowledge the bullshit writing creative has done with rhea and other talent? highly unlikely.

[mamisms]

man the wwe community just can’t catch a break huh? injuries, releases, real life politics and views of life getting leak. big oof.

[kamisadopteddaughter]

Dominik Mysterio yaoi bait