#eraofviolence

[doomsjayyy]

All I remember as a kid 📺🕹🎮📹📸🛴♟🎸🎧🚍🏫📚🖍💤⏰

[queenofgone]

🖤┊ ❝ @eraofviolence​​ ❞┊ [ continued from HERE ]

the  air  against  the  fresh  cut  on  his  forehead  STUNG.  already  he  could  feel  the  blood  slowly  trickling  down  toward  his  brow  and  he  swiped  it  away.  he’d  had  worse  in  his  storied  career  no  doubt  but  the  rational  part  of  his  brain  knew  it  needed  to  be  treated.  still  that  didn’t  stop  finn  from  pushing  away  every  trainer  that  tried  to  come  near  him  backstage.  he  was  still  riding  too  angry  after  his  loss  to  keep  himself  from  SNAPPING  at  anyone  that  got  too  close.  until  finally,  they  gave  in.  the  disused  bandage  and  antiseptic  sat  next  to  him  on  a  chair.  he’d  do  it  himself,  much  like  he  did  most  things  lately. until  suddenly  he  wasn’t  so  alone.  the  person  in  front  of  him  cast  a  shadow  across  his  seated  figure  and  he  looked  up  to  find  natalya.  with  her  hands  set  firm  on  her  hips  and  her  lips  pursed  it  was  easy  to  see  the  annoyance  written  across  her  face.  ‘at  least  let  me  clean  the  wound!’ finn  rolled  his  eyes  at  her  outburst,  sucking  at  his  teeth  a  moment  like  a  petulant  child,  before  he  held  the  antiseptic  out  to  her.  "i’m  doin’  just  fine  on  my  own,  ya  know?  i  don’t  need  a  NANNY.“

     Pride was showing its ugly head at the WRONG time. Just because Finn lost his match       fair and square gave him no right to push away anyone, specially the medic team who        always made sure the talent were in tip-top shape. Natalya saw him stubbornly and    FOOLISHLY refuse treatment from personnel but unlike them, she would NOT take no      for an answer. “Oh, I bet you’re doing JUST fine with blood dripping down your face.    It only takes a couple seconds to put some dressing on it yet here you are, acting like   a child who throws a temper tantrum whenever they don’t want to do something. So if   I have to be the “nanny” for you to get it through your thick skull then so be it!” Hands      never left her hips, she boiled her eyes into the Irishman, showing that she wasn’t     backing down or budging an inch. “Forget it. I give up. Walk around here while you      start to lose consciousness and see how far you go. See if I care.” She grabbed   the bandages and antiseptic then walked off, a hmph noise made through her close        mouth. It was his injury, not hers. Oh, the MISFORTUNE of being charitable. 

[dyingbrced]

@eraofviolence said “ let me take you out on a date. “ / ella x cash

meme | selectively accepting

That was refreshing to hear. She wasn’t sure what had prompted such a request but she couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of going out in public with Cash and going on a real date. Bundling up on the couch as a precursor to a hook up was all well and good but it didn’t hurt to have a little ceremony behind their relationship, whatever it was. Ella shuffled up a bit from where she had been sat on the edge of his bed, his ‘borrowed’ shirt bundling up at little bit at the hem. “You wanna take me on a date huh?” there was a teasing lilt to her voice as she continued, “A real grown up date where you hold my hand and buy me dinner?” In hindsight it was probably a bad idea considering just how hard they’d struggled to keep this under wraps with limited interaction outside of closed doors. But she definitely wasn’t going to turn him down.

“Did you have an idea of what you wanted to do?” she tilted her head as she quizzed him, a surprise would have been fine by her but some weird instinct told her he had some plan before even asking her. Cash was an opportunist, a chancer if people wanted to be more pointed about it - she liked that about him. “Just a warning.. I don’t put out on the first date”

[templecfyourself]

@eraofviolence​ // x.

SMS | BELAIR  — if you’ve got something on your mind…of course. SMS | BELAIR  — what’s wrong?

[ text ] I’ve been thinking. Can’t *stop* thinking. [ text ] Ever since Charlotte beat me on NXT. [ text ] I talked so much shit and I *thought* I could back it up. [ text ] And then she beat me.

[tragicfated-aa-blog]

contact id      ———     scurll , marty   !                   delivered   //   sms   :                        ⟶      ‘   i finally got that cookies & creme pocky you sent me.   ’                        ⟶      ‘   you know... that i asked for before wk12.   ’                        ⟶      ‘   it’s only been almost 5 months.   ’                        ⟶      ‘   so anyway, you’re a piece of shite.   ’

*:･ﾟ✧   —   @eraofviolence      //      closed   ⟶   nixon + marty   !

[emulatcr]

@eraofviolence ------ x

( mssg ): whoops. ( mssg ): i wish i was more sorry , or sorry in general , but i'm really not at all ;) ( mssg ): maybe i am trying to kill you , maybe i’m trying to find a way to get you to me faster.

[wonderbvlla]

(msg - shocker of the system - delivered: 09:43 pm) something tells me that despite you not interested in being a rebound, you would be a good one (msg - shocker of the system - delivered: 09:47 pm) and i am not a thing, i’m a person. but honestly now - i was planning to swing by the pc tomorrow and get some ring time in and you’re welcome to join me 

                @eraofviolence ~  kingcxle ---  ♚

[eliteqveen-blog]

📱CONTACT: COLE, ADAM 💀  / @eraofviolence ( cont )

        11:34 pm   ⟶ maybe i am.         11:34 pm   ⟶ but you know what sucks for you? dead men don’t get any.         11:35 pm   ⟶ what’s it feel like to be a ghost? 😘