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Awwwww mister that’s sad about your Brother Erick! How old is he? Does he visit at least? You must miss him a lot huh?
Why, bless you, pup, what a kind thought! Dear Brother Erick’s practically grown by now - where does the time go? - but no matter how big he gets, I suppose he’ll always be that same little lost lamb to me.
It’s a bit like how your papa will sometimes forget that you’re not a baby anymore, even though you’re obviously a perfectly capable young lady!
My word, it seems so many of my brothers and sisters have left home by now, out into the big world, and I do miss them, of course, but I also know that all the little wayward lambs I love — Erick and Luke and Daniel, and all the rest — why, they’ll just come right on home one day, when the time is right.
I have faith.Â
Hehe, why'd ya call everyone lambs mister? Are you like a Shepherd? You sound like my Sunday school teacher kinda.
I am very capable yep! II'm six and a half! I can tie my own shoelaces and stuff now and I know how to take the bus, but I guess you're right about the baby part? Papa always calls me his 'Babydoll'.Â
I'm sure they'll come back and visit if they love you! My mama and papa aren't living together no mores but Papa is still my Papa and he visits all the time! Sometimes I visit him too if mama lets me. It'll be okay mister!
  “Unless you have wine and chocolate covered      strawberries, I suggest you leave me be.”
That second demand's crampin' in on my street cred, but wine I got from Tony's rendezvous in France. Ain't strong enough for my tastes though it's some high class shit so it'll be fine for a classy lady eh? So that's half and half. Gonna bite or pass, darlin'?
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What weapon does your muse prefer?
AÂ drabble in which my muse fight with/against yours (specify)
My muse gives a speech before a battle.
AÂ drabble in which my muse dies on the battlefield.
Is your muse a skilled warrior?
A drabble about the first time the muse killed someone.
A drabble about a beloved one lost in a fight.
Is the muse merciful or cuel?
Who taught my muse how to fight?
Is my muse honourable?
A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight against a loved one.
A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight together with someone they hate.
The muse is on the battlefield and they have to take a terrible decision.
My muse is captured. How do they react?
My muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings.
A song I associate with my muse while fighting.
Feel free to add more!
'Ey, Sami, how are you holdin' up there?
*Drops the gun he’s attempting to clumsily reload like a live grenade by accident as the clattering echoes hollowly through the empty firing range. He has his eyes closed tight at the racket, hands clamped on the ear mufflers he’s wearing before he shakily removes them with a small grin*
God, you scared me Nev! Salam, my friend *Pulls the man close so they can bump foreheads for a bit in greeting before he kneels down and picks up pieces of the weapon*
Haha…..I was just. Um. Practicing. Yeah. Practice is good! Been trying to get a few hours in before every gym session you know? I’ve been great! Got into an argument with Tyson Kidd but c’est la vie. Life has its up and and downs doesn’t it?
*Seeing the gun drop, he steps to the side. However, it just clatters on the ground. A little sigh leaves his lips as he watches Sami’s hands shake as he takes off the mufflers*
Not hard to do when you’re focusin’ as hard as you were. *can’t resist a grin as they share a head bump in greeting. He settles with his hands in his pockets as he watches Sami pick up the pieces*
*one eyebrow raises* From the looks of it, you need all the practice you can get. Can’t let every li’l sound shock you when you’re holdin’ that thing.
Some days, you wonder just who hasn’t gotten into an argument with Tyson. But that’s certainly the truth, isn’t it?
*There’s frustration clearly written on his features, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in concentration as he tries to figure out how the pieces should go though he’s wise enough to ensure the safety is on this time. Several minutes pass before the firearm is in one piece once more and he lets out a sigh of relief*
How it is Claudio manages to this in less than ten seconds is beyond me. I’m trying, Adrian, I swear. It’s just….
*He unwraps the wrist tape which goes over his hand to reveal the ugly-looking healing slide bite cutting into the flesh between his forefinger and thumb*
A little harder than I expected, that’s all. Still a little clumsy with the recoil. Between this little troublemaker and Tyson, I’m not sure who I would rather deal with, but at least this one has the upside of not being able to talk back, yes?
*Affording himself a small laugh, he gestured with a hint of embarrassment at the target ahead, several rounds punching holes in the sides and bottom——anywhere else but the head and chest*
Do you. Uh. Do you have any tips? Because the way things are going, I might be a dangers to myself in time.
It’s always such a delight to have the pitter-patter of little feet nearby.
Makes the place feel… homey.
Awwwww mister that's sad about your Brother Erick! How old is he? Does he visit at least? You must miss him a lot huh?
Spirit Animal obtained. +110pts to Beastmaster mode. Tony's got resources fuckin' everywhere, color me surprised he managed to track down one of these. Utonagans ain't a common breed round these parts and this handsome bastard is prime grade working hound material. Gotta start figurin' out a name for him to answer to, heh. Hopefully tomorrow's meet and greet session with him goes well.
Having a cat is really rewarding. Like you feed them and brush them and then they do you the favour of sitting on your face and waking you up just when you fall asleep…
Least they don't weigh like a small elephant seal and slobber on your with shitty barf breath if you're so much as five minutes late for breakfast. Ain't a cat person, but you have to admire their sheer amounts of godfucking sass though. What type ya got? One of those huge, squashed-faced ones that keep looking like they're contemplating world domination?
'Ey, Sami, how are you holdin' up there?
*Drops the gun he’s attempting to clumsily reload like a live grenade by accident as the clattering echoes hollowly through the empty firing range. He has his eyes closed tight at the racket, hands clamped on the ear mufflers he’s wearing before he shakily removes them with a small grin*
God, you scared me Nev! Salam, my friend *Pulls the man close so they can bump foreheads for a bit in greeting before he kneels down and picks up pieces of the weapon*
Haha…..I was just. Um. Practicing. Yeah. Practice is good! Been trying to get a few hours in before every gym session you know? I’ve been great! Got into an argument with Tyson Kidd but c’est la vie. Life has its up and and downs doesn’t it?
Everything is alright
The others were laughing at my miserable ineptitude with firearms a source of amusement down at the firing range today as they always have. I don't mind really. It's alright if they laugh because I dropped the magazine again or can't hit the target right or someone was retelling the story of how I thought I was going to die from a slide bite. I wish I could disappoint Claudio a little less. He has been a good mentor and my best friend, none of this is his fault but it's alright. I would rather them laugh than know that I close my eyes every time I pull the trigger, because I keep imagining a face where the target should be, and I don't want to see a face at its moment of death. I would rather smile sheepishly while Claudio fusses and lectures me on why I have to, why I should learn because there are many men in this world who would not afford me mercy in this task. It is better than him knowing how many nights I have spent sleepless, dreading the day when I will have to commit to an act so terrible and show what little mercy I have for a life as well. At least he will not confront Hunter about taking me off the team, because I wish to stay and help fight these demons parading in human masks. It is a battle I have a stake in, and it is wrong for me to let them bear this weight on their own. Allah is all-merciful. I can only hope He finds it in Him to forgive me after all is said and done. Until then, I will smile and I will laugh with them. Because everything is alright. I don't mind at all.
Got my princess for the week
Gonna be a fuckin' good week clearly. Takin' Tiny Pink with me to visit RAW backstage this week, just gotta somehow make sure we ain't seen by the fans but heh, Joey and Jamie are pretty good at security detail these days, except when catering's involved.
Apparently she got in trouble at school last week for tryin'a slap the Figure Four Leglock on some snotty brat who put worms in the back of her dress. Her mama ain't impressed but I swear Dean's gonna bust a rib laughing this one up---only one outta three of us actually use that move regularly, heheh.Â
Ain't a list long enough in this world that can fit all the daddy things I want to do with her before I gotta hand her back, but I'll make every damn second I'm given count.
Tyler: So you guys popped up here? Eh, not too surprised, but Bayley demands that I say "hello", so there. Didn't want to deal with her trying to guilt trip me.
Sami: But….Breezy my man. I’ve popped up in here since, uh, forever. See, I sort of work here? Look I know they pass me off as a sober Sheamus on a good day, but I promise you I really was here all along. Or at the dessert section of catering. Give or take.
Cesaro: My dear boy, since when did anyone ever guilt trip you into something that didn’t concern your complacency in collecting the season’s latest fashions?
Roman: Heheh~ You askin’ me Tony, I think pretty boy’s gettin’ a little soft yeah?
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Bayley giggles as she hugs Roman back. She’d missed Roman messing up her hair and Sami fixing her up.
"Charlotte and I’ve been doing pretty good. Creative’s still not sure what they want to do with the title, but they should be figuring it out pretty soon."
Bayley wiggles out of Roman’s arms to almost tackle the smaller ginger man. Roman’s hugs may be the best (not that she’d tell anyone else) but she did want to hug Sami too.
"I want to get on the main roster, but everyone says there isn’t a place for me yet. But I just gotta wait it out! I’m going to be there soon"
Her look of pure determination is enough to make a rock laugh, and she quickly relaxes before switching topics.
"How’s AJ and Paige doing? I haven’t gotten to talk to them in a while."
Tyler, meanwhile, lays on the floor for a moment trying to figure out what had just happened. He pushes himself up, shooting a completely ignored dirty look in Bayley’s direction. He mutters to himself about ungrateful hair ornaments, before looking to Cesaro. Cesaro was reasonably tolerable, even though he was pretty sure Cesaro just found him funny.
"Just wish they’d have at least considered me. No one ever suspects the pretty ones, you know. I’m no less capable than any of you guys."
"If they ever decide to give you a chance to hold the damn thing, we are going to have a party. And there will be cake and sparklers. No buts, little miss.” Sami said with a scruffy grin, composing himself after the feel of Bayley’s arms linked around his shoulders. There was just something inexplicable about the young woman which drew out latent protective instincts from those around her, and he had to wonder if the reason that she hadn’t been approached by any men backstage (quite a shame in his opinion) was because they feared the repercussions if things went awry and the long line of ornery big brothers to be dealt with in the aftermath.
"You can even invite those wacky, inflatable tube buddies who’ve been welcoming you down the ramp all this while! I betcha they’re gonna say yes. Honestly though, Lottie’s a gem but it’s high time they had a new champion you know?"Â
"Better tryin’a win that championship first before y’make your way to the big stage, babydoll. Everyone is right…and probably have it in your best interest. The new batch there only managed to get this far scrappin’ and clawin’, wouldn’t believe how many times we had ta talk about it to Adam and Paige. She ain’t gonna tell you of course, but there were a good few times she thought about comin’ back here before AJ returned. They’re doin’ a’ight now I think—-got themselves to bounce off one another." Roman spoke up a little more seriously this time, the deep baritone carrying a rare gravitas. He had been one of those lucky enough to make the jump early on and were spared the scrutiny of Dunn who upon discovery that Hunter’s projects were changing the landscape of the company and were lauded as the Youth Movement, had gone out of his way to make the lives of those who came in later a living hell. Of course the senior batch—-himself, Seth, Dean and Cesaro took none of the man’s gaff and said man was too fearful of the Wyatts to even consider approaching them. Adam Rose, Paige and Bo however had suffered the effects. The young Anoa’i wasn’t so sure he was willing to allow the same thing  to happen to Bayley without sending Dunn through a row of toilet stall walls first.Â
"You’re safe here. You’ll get your chance to taste the spotlight sooner than later, but enjoy things down at Developmental while you can yeah?”Â
And he was being completely sincere about the advice as well—-headlining Wrestlemania was certainly a dream of many a superstar, but he couldn’t deny there were days, hard days where he missed the familial simplicity and acceptance of the NXT hallways.
"Of course we considered you." Cesaro raised an eyebrow as he extended a hand in offer to Tyler to help the man up.Â
"Hunter is not denying you are capable certainly, and there is a certain Agent Peacock allure about having you on the field. As things stand my friend, you merely do not fit the criteria he is looking at currently though that can change to suit a mission. Of course…there are times I still question his reasons for selecting potential cadets….”Â
His gaze settled on Sami for a moment, a mixture of affection and exasperation crossing his weathered features.Â
"….especially those who have no business seeing the belly of the underworld."
[Cesaro ==>???] I can’t quite ascertain who you are my dear, but given that you are alive and sentient enough to write coherently in 2014, I will say this. You are a product six billion years in the making and the outcome of genetic victors in Darwin’s theory of...
[Cesaro ==> Veda] Ah yes, young miss. Better to keep the big picture in mind always so you never lose sight of what is important, don't you think? I am terribly sorry to hear of your glasses however----was the act propogated by someone or merely an unlucky accident?
It was a darker world in which your elder once walked, lamb… one gets the impression he never really left it, even today.
Trudging blind through daylight, rank with imagined smoke, leaving fingerprints of unseen gore, bent under the invisible bodies piled on his back…
Ah, but perhaps one day the scales will fall… the transformative power of a light to follow in such a darkness is mighty indeed.
All things change, lamb, in time. Change is coming. Have faith.
.................How did you figure that Claudio was ex-military? Wait, no, that doesn't---I mean yes I believe it was stated perhaps a long time ago when he was first here but it isn't as though anyone has made mention of it since but you. You know things,,,,,,about what happened? Did he uh, did he tell you? And wait wait wait---what is this change you're talking about? What's going to happen?Â
Sigh
So apparently I am grounded for the next three weeks and also my best friend’s browsing history has him perusing child harnesses on EBay.
He has no children.
I can’t decide whether to be touched by the concern or insulted by the idea that he may see me as a screaming five-year old in a mall. Perhaps both. Is that what true brotherhood feels like?
Such a fuss. He loves you, you wicked thing!
I think it’s sweet.
I know, I know.....I just think he....worries a little too much sometimes. Soldier's coda and all that. I mean, I know he's seen some very terrible things but I've never believed that the world is necessarily out to get you at every corner, Mr.Wyatt.Â
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38. Has a roleplayer ever changed your view on a character? If so, how? Good or bad? For better or for worse?Ahahahaha. Aha. Back in 2009, I was rediscovering wrestling after falling out of it around the beginning of John Cena's era and it was a time period where I was falling in love with Chris Jericho all over again. I had a friend at this point, a good friend by some measure and I introduced her to wrestling. She loved it and more specifically Shawn Michaels, whom she decided to take up as an RP character to act as a foil against my Jericho, which was all good and fine. Then she starts uh, substituting Shawn's IRL wife (Rebecca) with her own OC based off herself (even giving Rebecca this OC's backstory and problems) who she likes to shoehorn into every continuity. Ever.She was also adamant about claiming moral victories over my character by any means, playing up the victim card for Shawn whenever possible and basically making every other angle we had all about him (And how terrible Jericho was). It basically was the start of a lot of bad things in our relationship when it became pretty obvious that she was ten shades of obsessed with the whole thing and she became extremely jealous when I started RPing with other people. So yeah, that sort of left a bad taste in my mouth concerning RPing Shawn altogether but that's changed recently with a really good writer I've met on Tumblr ^^
55. What do you like to do as you reply to threads? Listen to music? Have TV on? Complete silence? Dark room? etc. LOTS OF MUSIC. Especially if it fits the mood. Helps a lot with getting into character and all. I also usually have about a bunch of tabs open back and forth to research information and make sure I have everything in line.Â
59. What/Who is a character you think you would like to roleplay? What’s currently stopping you from roleplaying them?NXT Godfather Triple H. I'd love to explore his clear adoration for and ardent belief in the NXT class, his relationship with Stephanie workwise,  and also the convoluted one he shares with his own father-in-law who can be his best friend or worse enemy on a given day. Also his cold war with Kevin Dunn.Â