#thefearvd

[riiingsoldiers-blog]

my dad is a wolf my mom is a sprite together they made a fucking delight

aesthetic for a child that hasn’t been fleshed out yet = laetvs + thefearvd

[queenofhartsxoarchived-blog]

♚┊ ❝ @carpenvctem ❞┊ (didn’t like for a starter but... *nudges with nose at their feet*)

Seeing your dream slip away from your hands was nothing new. That obviously wasn’t the worst part for everyone knew what it really was. She and the women were so determined to steal the show and to have a better ladders match than the men. HA. Apparently not.

The only positive moment of the night was Baron righting his wrongs in the recent past and claiming the briefcase as his own--- unlike the unforgivable ending in her match. A forced proud smile expressed her happiness, saying ‘I knew you can do it’ to the winner the moment he was in front of her. She kissed his forehead then his lips. “I’m so proud of you.”

[thecompetitor-a]

now i’ll have to wait ten whole years before i can get another picture like this. @carpenvctem

NO REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT THE PERSON I MADE THIS FOR THANKS.

[valiantbeingsmoved]

( sms ⟶ gigantor !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ i’m sorry, what? ’ ( sms ⟶ gigantor !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ did you just??? ’ ( sms ⟶ gigantor !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ you complimented my eyes. ’ ( sms ⟶ gigantor !! ⟶ delivered ) — ‘ no. no, you complimented me in general. i love it. ’

*:･ﾟ✧ — @carpenvctem  //  ✧

[bexslynch-blog]

hof starter (even though she didn’t ask for one) for ━━━ ( @dcrmiveglia )

She grabs his hand as soon as the cameras are off her, placing it on her lap and leaning in towards him. “Still can’t believe I let ya leave the hotel room in t’at.” 

[bexslynch-blog]

@dcrmiveglia

[bexslynch-blog]

post w.restlemania starter (even though she didn’t ask for one) for ━━━ ( @dcrmiveglia )

She’d kept her smile all the way up the ramp, though tears were already glistering in her eyes. Naomi’s theme was playing behind her and while she was extremely proud of her, she was also sad for herself. Another W.restlemania, another loss under her belt. 

He’s waiting for her just behind the curtains, just as she’d been waiting for him, and she doesn’t hesitate in stepping into his open arms. Tears start sliding down her cheeks as soon as she hides her face against his chest.

[bexslynch-blog]

━━ continued from x ( @dcrmiveglia ) 

SOMETHING OF A SMUG SMILE lingers on her lips as she looks up at him, eyes drifting off towards his lips for a split second before meeting his again. There’s a little bit of gloss on his lips from their kiss and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. “Don’cha ever do somethin’ just ‘cause ya wanna?” She asks, tilting her head and looking up at him in wonder. Becky hardly ever thought things twice before going for what she wanted and while it’d gotten her into trouble before she’d never made a conscious decision to stop herself. Kissing him, well it was something she’d been wanting to do from the moment he’d stop asking her to leave him alone every other second. 

With him seemingly thinking about her words, or maybe even trying to tell her to leave him alone again. She takes a step closer to him, her shirt brushing against his and breaking all the personal space rules he’d lectured her about just a few days ago. “Ya got a little-” She gestures up at him, her eyes once again zooming into the gloss coating his bottom lip. Again, without much warning she pulls him down for another kiss. “I t’ink I got it.” She whispers, almost laughing against his lips at the fact that she indeed did not ‘got it’.