#vndlclb

[futuremyopia]

"Do you know how to ride a horse?" ( to Clark from Angel )

He's too small to throw himself up on one. Actually, the more he thinks about it, he's kind of scared of horses. They have long, lying faces and their ears are weird and they're born with those like, squishy shit instead of hooves except they turn INTO hooves.

Whack.

"Do I look like I know how to make the devil's beasts do shit?" He is the one wearing a silly hat. It's a sick ass hat to him, and it's from Tractor Supply, so that means something.

[bckyclb]

CONTACT — MR IWGP 👑🔪🤘🏻☠️🖤 , @vndlclb

TXT : good morning, sweets!

TXT : meet me at the dojo in twenty minutes, got your favorite drink from the little coffee shop around the corner from it 🥰

TXT : are you excited for wrestle kingdom coming up? ready to prove why they call us mr and ms iwgp??

[futuremyopia]

Closed Clark starter for @vndlclb

He's got a massive bruise forming over his eye.

He didn't expect a fight, he expected guns and being able to run off, but he was caught last minute by the person he was supposed to be offing, though he managed to yank himself free and get the one shot off he needed too.

Other problem, guy called the cops. Clark doesn't know WHAT he expected, guy was dealing meth in a meth lab in Meth City, USA, and was one bad accident away from a massive explosion. \

Maybe they thought Clark was the bigger prey. Jokes on him.

He's scampered a few blocks before tucking in an alley, watching as blue and red lights flash. He would consider himself safe...if he didn't nearly plop his ass on the feet of someone who's ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Fuck me."

[bckyclb]

@vndlclb — jay, bang bang becks

" — ha, look it, darling... " she says it in a tone so cheeky, it's apparent that she doesn't call him this often. not that becky wouldn't, the man is quite darling. cheeks become rosy, playfully nudging him the side with her elbow before he sinks his teeth into his mcgriddle. roppongi vice weren't the only ones who share celebratory drinks in hotel rooms and eat japanese mcdonald's. she'd like to believe that she isn't hungover, but she's grateful for jay taking her for greasy breakfast all the same. " sports illustrated is calling us mr. and ms. iwgp! "

[bckyclb]

@vndlclb — will, bullet becks.

" — ya know, i'm not a lass who gambles much . . . " glance afforded away from hands which busied themselves with polishing the brass plates of her championship. audible exhale as she sets the belt upon shoulder, standing from her perch upon road crate. she approaches ospreay with a confidence that's almost unnerving. she's long since proven that she's not all bark and no bite, but will certainly had nothing to worry about from the canine recruit. index finger wags at him like she's about to make a point. " . . . but i'd put money on you winning the owen hart. "

[niratias]

🩷

You messaged me first. Again for the people in the back: CRYPTID MESSAGED ME FIRST! This might seem like a silly thing to hold close to my heart, but when I tell you that 90% of the time I have to be the one that messages first, I mean it. You messaged first, you were immediately friendly and accommodating, and you have been so fun to plot and chat with. It's so easy to bring up some gorier kinky stuff with you, but beyond that, I just appreciate your energy. You're sincere, funny, and so open with your passions in a way that's inspiring to me. I'm very glad we met and can't wait to keep writing!

free complements

[chvmpiionsx]

@vndlclb gets a starter.<3

It had been years since Seth last seen Brandon in person. Maybe about as long as it had been since he last spoke to Mox, if not longer, so color him shocked when he ran into the other man out the blue —- in an airport of all places. “Hey, man.” Words spoken as he tapped the other man on the shoulder. “I thought that was you. How you been?”

[niratias]

@vndlclb || Darby

"You're early." Ciampa finishes putting away his tactical gear and glances over his shoulder to his companion. The hitman's been away for several weeks and he won't spill where to, but as always, the car he's returned in is not the one he left with. They're always junkers, which means he's afforded the credibility of buying jalopy after jalopy to get by.

If only people knew.

"Next time, you can ask me about the door code instead of breaking a window latch." He hasn't even checked to see which. He just knows.