#hauntgraps

[luch3gor3]

you should learn to control your temper. | minoura > samara @hauntgraps

"My temper?" It comes out heaved, a groan from having worked hard to make sure Homare would have a horrible fucking time in the ring. Of course it was successful but not without consequence. A slap of his hair had been cut off! Now the back of it is uneven. It's not too noticeable at all but of course to Minoura that is a totally different story. He reaches out sweated hands and grabs whatever blouse Samara is wearing and tugs her close. "If I cut a piece of your hair off would you like it? Look!" He turns his head, wet and sweaty, but he smells like shampoo and hint of something powdery. Floral. "Does this look okay to you, huh?" He shakes her, grip tight as he turns back around and keeps her pinned in place. He looks wrecked, worked up he furrows his brows at her like she was the true culprit. Minoura's shirt was torn in half, it hanging there as a pathetic excuse of cloth because it just exposed his skin, still in ring gear as he sucks in a breathe.

"Careful. I don't want to be rough with you unless you give me a reason too." He warns her, Samara just a causality to what was Minoura's own undoing.

[luch3gor3]

you shouldn't have to see me like this. | SAMARA—SHO @hauntgraps

It’s only natural for Sho to find Samara backstage after an event goes on. He usually spies her around the ring, camera in hand and he always makes an effort to glance over and wink with his tongue out. But she was nowhere to be seen today when he tried to search through the sea of old men with their frames in hand. Then came after he went to the locker room. By this time she would have shown her face, if not for him then for someone else and he would be more obnoxious just to make sure she glances his way. But after he takes his time with his gear, showering, drying, even shooting the shit with Evil and Ren—nothing. A small tinge, just small enough to jolt him inside his chest, of worry seemed to settle itself there. He knew she was here, somewhere and even if she left early someone would have mentioned it. Nothing.

So something he never does...he searches for her. He peaks into rooms, even asks people he usually does not even talk too and he is pointed into circles. Shit, that feeling in his chest is starting to grow worse by the passing minute. It’s only when he see’s a flash of black long hair is able to pause, maybe actually breathe and he approaches her only to see her tears. Hear her. His stoic face furrows, lips pressing into a tight and thin line.

"See you like what? What the hell happened?” He asks whispering to her almost. He sounds a little angry, not at her, but because she is alone like this. His hands hover, like he wants to reach out and touch her but he holds himself back for a moment. Unsure. 

[luch3gor3]

“outside  of  you,  there  is  nowhere  to  go”  |  Chris  Brookes—Samara  Strode @hauntgraps

“Your  fucking  with  me,  aren’t  you?”

It’s  cool  in  the  late  nights  streets  of  Japan,  dipping  low  to  the  forties.  It  has  Chris  biting  the  inside  of  his  cheek  to  gather  any  sort  of  warmth.  He  figures  though,  that  Samara  must  be  colder  then  he  is.  Chucking  off  his  jacket,  he  lays  it  on  top  of  his  shoulders  before  he  rubs  his  arms.  “Why  are  you  going  fully  poetic  on  me  here,  huh?  I  swore  you  did  not  drink  at  all  tonight.  Zack  slide  you  something  I  don’t  know  of?”  He  muses,  smiling  to  himself  as  he  walks.  He  was  on  Walk-Samara-To-The-Hotel  Duty.  Not  like  he  minded  of  course.  She  is  pleasant  company,  nice  on  the  eyes,  and  oddly  enough  someone  Chris  passes  his  mind  on  when  the  days  get  long.

“Don’t  tell  me  the  frost  bite  got  to  your  brain.  Everyone  will  kill  me.”  Chris  says  a  fake  sigh  and  a  hand  motion  like  he  was  wiping  his  eyes  clean.  “It’s  okay,  I’d  find  a  way  to  re-resurrect  you.”

[luch3gor3]

was  that  someone  you  know?  |  Samara  Strode—Sho  Tanaka  @hauntgraps

“Whats  is  it  to  you?  Maybe—”  Sho  says  a  bit  dismissive,  bit  he  can’t  hold  back  the  smile  crawling  onto  his  face.  He  likes  the  idea  of  her  getting  uptight  about  it.  The  thought  of  him  plaguing  some  part  of  his  mind  is  amusing,  and  in  a  way  thrilling  to  him.  He  zips  up  his  bag,  clicking  his  tongue.  Back  here  where  everyone  is  in  a  rush  to  get  up  and  go  he  takes  his  time  to  draw  this  out.  This  is  one  of  the  few  times  he  gets  some  time  with  Samara,  her  busy  schedule  causing  an  easy  barrier.  But  she  suddenly  is  crawling  to  him,  sparked  by  some  uprooted  jealousy  that  has  him  trying  to  bite  his  bottom  lip  so  he  could  stop  grinning  so  hard.  “Your  so  needy,  begging  for  my  attention.  It’s  a  little  pathetic—”  He  finally  turns  to  her,  getting  up  nice  and  as  close  as  he  can.  “But  your  a  little  cute  when  you  talk  like  that  so  I’ll  let  it  pass.”

[niratias]

🩷

In a hobby based on improv, some people are just gods at it, and I need you to know that I see you as one. You have voices DOWN for your canons, yeah, but on top of that, your OC game is SO strong- on the prose front, on the graphics front, I love your vibes so much. You balance the brutal with the "delicate" (air quotes) and you make sure those teeth are seen and felt in the best of ways. You also write in this beautifully concise style that I adore- not a single sentence is wasted. It's so impressive to me how much you can convey with those careful choices and brilliant structure and pacing you consistently display in your replies. I'm so thankful to have you on my dash and to have the chance to write with you!!

free complements

[niratias]

💕

💕 Say something nice about your own writing.

I'm very good at making people forget they're interacting with "the bad guy." I'm very good at it hitting a point where when they're reminded, they don't care anymore, because I tipped the world just far enough in the right direction to remind it's not so black and white, after all.

I take pride in that.

munday questions

[niratias]

their wallet.

for mox.

mainverse/gangster

He does everything he can possibly do with cash...with cash. So there is more of that than is normal in the year 2026, that's for sure.

ID, a FAKE ID, a credit card, a calling card with the Riders owl on it and a phone number that will take a message.

Gym keycard. (to Pac's)

A very thin knife shaped like a credit card.

a look inside

[niratias]

the back of their closet.

for gabe.

mainverse/gangster

It's not as chaotic as some people might expect.

Behind the organized clothes, behind the neat row of trainers, you're going to run across a tacked up poster of Tom Selleck which functions as the pin-up it is. He's never taking that thing down and it's survived several moves at this point, all the way from his childhood bedroom.

Can you really blame him?

There's also a crowbar, a power drill he was supposed to dispose of three months ago (DNA evidence, baybee), one of those bags you buy new linens in that shows the color of the fabric except it doesn't have sheets and instead contains sex toys he's forgotten about and since replaced...

And a DJUNGELSKOG bear from Ikea that he has, on bad nights, crushed and spooned, then shoved back in the closet the next morning. Clark bought him that.

a look inside