The Wildest There Is, Was, and Ever Will Be

Beowulf Indie RP/Ask Blog UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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viceversavixen :

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Such Christmas spirit. Suuuch an ego.

You know it! I worked hard to build up this ego!

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What does a girl have to do to get a wrestler as a Christmas present, huuuuh?

You don’t have to do a thing...I’m a gift that’s already been claimed. And I keep on giving. 

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viceversavixen:

“Really? Already askin’ me to move in, huh? I hope you don’t expect me to clean all the time. My dress is clearly not a maid outfit.”

She soon took to scratching gently at his facial hair.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, I wouldn’t want to wear it all the time if it wasn’t flavored. …If I scratch you long enough, will your leg start kicking?”

“You practically already live here, I don’t see why not. Won’t be a bachelor pad anymore though.” Beowulf trembled in delight to her affection. “Maybe...if that’s what you like.”

Beowulf started to mockingly kick his foot. He followed it with a teasing howl before pouncing on her and pinning her down to the couch. “Careful. You don’t want to excite a wolf too much,” Beowulf teased with a grin.

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“Of course, of course.”

Bella delighted in being lifted. It was easily apparently from her grin and the way she pecked at his cheek, leaving little teal marks.

“What? You think I don’t like the whole bachelor thing you have going on?”

“I dunno, I just figured you’d go back home. I didn’t expect my apartment to be clean when I came back. Maybe you should try moving him, huh?” Beowulf grinned before leaving a tender kiss upon her brightly colored lips. “I’m so glad your lipstick is flavored and not bitter.”

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feed me daddy

“I, uh...appreciate the sentiment and all but...no.”

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“…First time you’ve ever told me that. Party pooper.”

As he pulled her close, she threw her arms around his neck after a bit of struggle to reach him. …He sure was tall. She had to stand on the tips of her toes to even be comfortable.

“…Missed you too, ya’ know. I hung around your apartment. I even cleaned some of it out of boredom.” 

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“Maybe I’m just secretly letting you anticipate it later.” Beowulf reached down to pick her up by her thighs and carried her over to the couch where he sat down with her.  “Thanks, Bella. I appreciate that. I actually didn’t think you’d hang around here.”

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Shame, shame. No “Bella, I missed you” or hugging or anything. Just straight to the intimate stuff! Are you sure you aren’t sixteen?

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“Kay, you killed the mood.”

Beowulf grumbled before approaching her and pulling her into his arms. “I really did miss you though. That’s not something I’d usually admit to someone.” he whispered before nuzzling his nose into her hair.

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Turning on the charm already, huh? Look at you. You go off to Mexico for a whole week and suddenly you’re flirting back with me.

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What can I say...I felt deprived. Didn’t even have much time to myself. Maybe you could me release some stress?

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viceversavixen

 Wulfiiiie...you been gone way too long.

Twenty?! …Wow, Wuflie. I’m pretty impressed. Swooning, even.

I don’t think I would have been able to do it as quick as I did if you weren’t at home waiting for me. 

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Wulfiiiie...you been gone way too long.

Yeah, Mexico sure was a hassle. The luchadores are crazy, the real deal. My manager made me marathon through twenty of em’!

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Gonna be gone for a week.

OOC: I just made this blog, but I’m going to be gone until next Wednesday, FYI. Please don’t assume I abandoned this blog!

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What kind of girls do you like? Girls with cat ears, girls with an Egyptian flair, or circus performers?

“Woah, that’s weirdly specific. Normally I’d go with the more exotic type of woman...Egyptian sounds pretty hot. An Egyptian with cat ears? Now you’re talking.”Beowulf caressed his stubble before scoffing. “I dunno though...I’ve met some pretty crazy circus performers lately...”

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“….Ah.” Cerebella sighed, holding Beowulf up for a moment…before shifting Beowulf to Vice Versa’s other hand. “Do you really wanna get technical about it when I have you way up in the air like that? I lifted you without my hands. Me telling someone else to lift you is still me getting you off the ground some way or another.” 

Vice Versa seemed to be visibly annoyed by Beowulf’s presence…it was made more obvious by his expression…and how he gave Beowulf an unkind squeeze.

“Now, now…don’t be mean, Vice Versa….” Cerebella hissed, patting Vice Versa’s arm. “No way am I going to ask for the jacket. That’s way too embarrassing. If you won’t just give it to me, fiiine.” With a defeated sigh, she had Vice Versa set Beowulf down.

“About those moves. You still wanna show me a thing or two?”

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Beowulf struggled in his grip, pulling his fingers apart slightly before being switched to the creature’s other hand.

“NN! Hey!” He squeezed Vice Versa’s hands hard, pulling himself out from the creature’s fist.  “He tried to kill me!” After being set down he brushed himself off and crossed his arms with an angry pout. “What is he? Your pet or something? He doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Beowulf shot Vice Versa a glare before walking over to the jacket and tossing it over to her.  “A deal’s a deal. Take it. If you still want me to show you some moves, you’re gonna’ have to put...him away.” He said, gesturing towards Vice Versa.

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“Seems unfair I haven’t given you a cute nickname, right? ‘Champ’ is more of a title, really. Is ‘Wulfie’ too cute? ‘Baewulf’ is way out of line, I’m sure…I bet hearing either of those would be enough to get a few of your fans’ blood boiling.”

With a little sigh, she cracked her fingers and strutted back over to him. 

“Why would you say that? Do I look stroooong? Oooh, you flatterer. Maybe you should close your eyes. Your stare is making my little heart go all afluuuutter.”

Cerebella didn’t really wait for him to close his eyes. Instead, she let out another sigh…before letting Vice Versa grow to full size and lift Beowulf from the waist with one of his hands.

“Taa-daaaa~! Thank you, thank you. Hope you’ve enjoyed my gimmick. I’ll take your sweater home with me, thank you.”

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“Whatever floats your boat, Sugar Lips. You don’t need to worry about everyone else...might make me worry a bit.” He stood with his hands planted at his sides. A smirk curled on his lips as she inched closer. Something told her she was stronger than she looked...still, he was excited to see how she was going to attempt to lift him without her arms. 

“Woah!!! What the heck is that thing!” He wriggled about in the strange creature’s grip. He knew something was up, Why didn’t she show him that earlier? “Hey, technically, you didn’t lift me. He did.” He pointed at her hat, which was now making visible expressions and gestures.  “If you really want the jacket, just ask!”

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“Aw man...how’d I end up in the spooky part of town...gotta stop walking home from the stadium.”

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“My answer all depends on your preference. …But why are you asking, champ? Looking for someone to rub your shoulders after matches and stroke your…ego?”

With her arms hooked onto his, Cerebella strutted proudly alongside him. Oh. Right. She’d agreed to learn from him. …The real question was, should she actually try and show off or let him think she was just normal? …Nah. Showing off was something she couldn’t help but do.

“Again with ‘sugar lips’, huh? Careful, champ. What if a fan overhears and gets jealous? I don’t want to have to duke it out all because you decided to be a little sweet on me.”

Was this his training room? Cerebella couldn’t help but be a little excited. She had to stop herself from running around and touching everything. There were framed photos of his fights, advertisement posters…even a soft looking jacket. Was it wrong to swipe memorabilia from a wrestler’s dressing room? …Probably. But there was nothing wrong with gambling for it.

“…Hey, Beowulf! …Whaddya’ say before you show me what you can do, we make a bet? I bet you anything that I can lift you up over my head…and I’ll only use one arm! …Better yet– no arms, okay? If you win and I can’t lift you, you can have whateeeever you want. Tickets to the circus…a free meal…a backrub. Anything. But if I win and I can lift you…you give me that jacket over there. I assume you work out in that, right? It’s a good souvenir for a wrestling fan, don’t ya’ think?” 

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She was coming on just as hard as she was back in the apartment. He chuckled before waving his hand in a dismissive fashion. 

“If they get jealous, who cares. None of them have been as brave as you. I gotta’ commend ya’ for your effort. Consider ‘Sugar Lips’ your title as my number one fan.”

Beowulf watched her ogle all of the memorabilia scattered throughout the room and laughed.She acted tough but still managed to show a bit of her geeky side. It was a bit endearing. Upon hearing her little wager, he curled an eyebrow and rubbed at his chin suspiciously. “I dunno...” He stared at her hat. Still looked like a regular, albeit weirdly styled cap. Beowulf was still suspicious of it, but he shrugged his doubts away. “Somehow I think I’m gonna’ lose this one...but all right. You got a deal. Come on.” 

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It hurt. And she was sure she was making a less than attractive expression upon impact. But after realizing who she was sitting atop, she tried to turn the charm back on as thick as she could.

“Ah. Thanks for the cushion, Champ.” 

As the guards rounded the corner, she fully intended to fight them to keep her place. …Luckily for Beowulf, she didn’t have to.

“Oh. My hero. A real knight in shining armor.” Cerebella chirped upon standing. No way in hell was she going to admit to picking a fight with his security to get to him.

“Me? Making a scene? I’d never! I get enough of the spotlight. No need for anymore! Unless you like women that are in the spotlight. …Kidding~!”

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“Thinking about it now, I actually don’t know what I’d prefer. It would sort of make the dating process easier if I dated another celebrity. Aren’t you sort of a celebrity?” He asked before leading her deeper into the back halls of the stadium.  “So. You said you wanted me to teach you some moves? I assume for your act, right?” They stopped at a big set of double doors. Beowulf pulled one the doors open before sticking his arm inside to flick the light switch. “After you, sugar lips.”