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[templecfyourself]

if you still want to write with me, feel free to add me on discord ( knife pervert.#3901 ) !! just let me know who you are.

#busyhead 「 out of character 」

[templecfyourself]

1ST  RULE: Tag 9 muses you’d like to get to know better.  2ND  RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.  3RD  RULE: Repost, DON’T reblog ! !

NAME:   bianca belair. OCCUPATION:  professional wrestler on NXT. AGE:   thirty. SEXUALITY:   sapphic. PRONOUNS:   she / her / hers. 

 APPEARANCE:

I am 5’ 7″ or taller.    /   I have at least one tattoo.    /   I have at least one piercing.    /   I have blonde hair.    /   I have brown eyes.    /   I have short hair.    /   My abs are at least somewhat defined.    /   I have or have had braces.

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people.    /   People tell me that I’m funny.    /   Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me.    /   I enjoy physical challenges.    /   I enjoy mental challenges.    /   I’m playfully rude with people I know well.    /   I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it.    /   There is something I would change about my personality.

ABILITY:

I can sing well.    /   I can play an instrument.    /   I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping.    /   I’m a fast runner.    /   I can draw well.    /   I have a good memory.    /   I’m good at doing math in my head.    /   I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute.    /   I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling.    /   I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch.    /   I know how to throw a proper punch.

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports.    /   I was on a sports team at my school or somewhere else.    /   I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else.    /   I have learned a new song in the past week.    /  I work out at least once a week.    /   I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months.    /   I have drawn something in the past month.    /   I enjoy writing.    /   I do or have done martial arts.

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss.    /   I have had alcohol.    /   I have scored the winning goal in a sports game.    /   I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting.    /   I have been at an overnight event.    /   I have been in a taxi.    /   I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year.    /   I have beaten a video game in one day.    /   I have visited another country.    /   I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship.    /   I have a crush on a celebrity.    /   I have a crush on someone I know.    /   I have been in at least 3 relationships.    /   I have never been in a relationship.    /   I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them.    /   I get crushes easily.    /   I have had a crush on someone for over a year.    /   I have been in a relationship for at least a year.    /   I have feelings for a friend.

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a best friend.    /   I live close to my school.    /   My parents are still together.    /   I have at least one sibling.    /   I live in the United States.    /   There is snow right now where I live.    /   I have hung out with a friend in the past month.    /   I have a smartphone.    /   I have at least 15 CDs.    /   I share my room with someone.

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break-danced.    /   I know a person named Jamie.    /   I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce.    /   I have dyed my hair.    /   I’m listening to one song on repeat right now.    /   I have punched someone in the past week.    /   I know someone who has gone to jail.    /   I have broken a bone.    /   I have eaten a waffle today.    /   I know what I want to do with my life.    /   I speak at least 2 languages.

TAGGED BY:  stolen from @ofgrief​. TAGGING:   @egoforge​ ( rhea ), @starkissedtm​, @eraofviolence​ ( becky ), anyone else who wants to do this !!

#baby turn around // let me give you innovation 「 about bianca 」 #busyhead 「 out of character 」

[templecfyourself]

i’m not saying i’m thinking of adding velveteen dream, but, if i did, would people write with him?

#busyhead 「 out of character 」

[templecfyourself]

i’ve never found being ‘ self destructive ’ to be worrisome someone, some time, is going to ( DESTROY ) you & i will be DAMNED if anyone but myself has that honor

#i cry and my knuckles get sore 「 roman musings 」 #fill the void up with polished doubt / fake sentiment 「 seth musings 」 #i don't need anyone // i just need everyone and then some 「 dolph musings 」

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#i do my hair toss // check my nails 「 naomi visage 」 #i don't ever want to be your boyfriend 「 dolph bait 」 #i can't change my appetite 「 bianca bait 」 #you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you 「 seth bait 」

[templecfyourself]

                          these   ( mountains )   that you are carrying

                                  —— you were only supposed to climb

#i cry and my knuckles get sore 「 roman musings 」 #no friction / no flame // no struggle / no progress 「 naomi musings 」 #instead of crying // they hear me roar 「 bianca musings 」

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#baby i'm the whole damn meal 「 roman visage 」 #you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you 「 seth bait 」 #i don't ever want to be your boyfriend 「 dolph bait 」

[templecfyourself]

Seth had been lucky enough to have the opportunity, the privilege to get to know Becky better than most people would have ever even dreamed of. He wasn’t quite sure why -- he wasn’t bad looking by any means, but she was still scores out of his league -- but he’d never questioned it, almost for fear that she’d realize she’d agreed to marry a dope and change her mind. Had accepted this chance to love someone with his whole being with open arms. And maybe that said more about Becky than it said about him, because he wasn’t the type for walls-down vulnerability that such a relationship required. Wasn’t one for baring his soul to someone unless they were truly something special, and Becky was certainly over-qualified in that regard.

Knowing Becky so well meant that he could tell what Shayna was doing to her. It had been subtle at first, small changes that might have gone unnoticed by most, enough that he’d kept his concerns to himself, had bitten his tongue because he’d wanted Becky to come to him rather than him go sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. But as time went on, it became clear the former UFC fighter was morphing into something of an obsession for Becky. Was taking up more and more space in her head, in her life, and Seth couldn’t find it in himself to fault her. He knew what it was like to face an opponent with so much momentum behind them, such a daunting record to their name -- beating them became everything.

But Seth also knew just how damaging that could be, had learned it firsthand. And so he was doing what he could to help ground Becky in the moment, particularly those instances like this, where there were no cameras, no pressure to perform, to live up to her moniker as the Man. Maybe that was part of the reason why, as Becky had emerged from the bathroom looking stunning in such casual clothing ( she took his breath away regardless of what she wore, something he’d learned very early on in their relationship ), he’d swooped in to take her hand and start them swaying and turning, movements slow and purposeful.

“What, can’t I dance with my fiance --” And how sweet that word was on his tongue, the reality of it still so fresh and novel to him that he felt his lips curl into a grin as it left them. “-- without some kind of ulterior motive?” An almost theatrically wounded tone to his voice as he asked the question, as if offended she would question him. Leaning down to press his lips to her temple, eyes hooded as he murmured much more softly now. “I just wanted to be close to you,” he admitted, sounding a touch sheepish because it was a bit cheesy of him to say.

Taking a moment to just sway in time to the song, thumb rubbing circles where his hand rested on her waist. “How are you holding up, Becks?” Seth inquired, voice just as gentle as before, trusting she’d understand what he was referring to.

 her  mind  had  been  chaos  these  last  few  weeks.  just  when  she’d  crossed  all  the  names  off  her  list  –  shayna  bazler  had  appeared.  the  woman  was  vicious  and  her  wwe  career  had  been  a  trail  of  bodies  in  her  wake.  but  becky  had  been  here  before,  staring  down  an  opponent  that  had  countless  UFC  wins  under  her  belt.  just  as  she’d  told  ronda  though:  this  wasn’t  ufc.  this  was  HER  domain  and  she  was  ready  to  prove  it.  still,  she  could  feel  herself  reverting  to  that  place.  that  dark  patch  that  had  spread  through  her  and  made  her  paranoid,  angry,  critical.  she’d  pushed  away  nearly  everyone… until  seth.

as  if  his  name  alone  calmed  her,  she  felt  the  tension  melt  away  beneath  the  spray  of  the  shower.  he’d  been  a  light  for  her  when  she’d  retreated  so  far  in  on  herself.  never  pushing.  never  prying.  he  was  there  when  she  wanted  as  a  friend,  as  a  workout  partner,  as  a  confidante,  as  something  more.  more  than  she’d  felt  with  anyone  else  in  her  life.  seth  had  made  her  want  to  remember  how  to  live  BEYOND  the  wins  and  losses  in  that  ring.

 but  there  was  still  a  part  of  her  terrified  that  shayna  would  d r a g  her  back.

 hands  reached  out  and  flipped  off  the  water.  her  body  was  on  autopilot  as  she  went  through  her  normal  routine.  toweling  out  her  hair,  washing  her  face  of  any  remaining  bits  of  the  glam  squad,  slipping  into  sweatpants  and  a  tanktop,  trying  to  settle  her  mind  with  the  monotony.  it  was  then  that  she  finally  emerged,  a  little  more  zen  than  when  she’d  went  in.  her  eyes  skimmed  seth  as  he  stood  from  the  bed  and  stretched.

 " ha-ha, “  she  dryly  responded,  her  lips  tilted  into  a  smirk.  ” i  can’t  help  dat  i  know  how  ta  SAVOR  hot  water  when  i  don’t  pay  fer  it. “  becky  glanced  back  as  the  gentle  song  played  through  the  hotel  room,  her  brow  furrowing  into  a  look  of  confusion.  quickly  it  turned  into  amusement  as  seth  took  her  hand  and  slowly  began  to  sway  at  the  foot  of  the  bed.  ” what  are  ye  upta?  i  already  agreed  ta  marry  ye. “

@templecfyourself​. continued.

#eraofviolence #strcightfire #i. strcightfire // seth. #hate is power with a price tag 「 seth interactions 」 #// this was so smooshy i apologize

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without the gruelling supervision of the authority,  nikki was free to act as she pleased.  to do as she pleased.  follow whims that would have otherwise gone ignored.  that wasn’t to say she no longer cared to portray an image  ( that habit would stick with her until the bitter end, she wagered )  but only that, in the right company, the desire softened.  became malleable.  made room for a smile more genuine than its predecessors ever were and turned a usual tired roll of her eyes into something playful.  why, in god’s name, it was  dolph  that managed to bring that out of her was a question nicole didn’t feel like answering today.  today or any day.

she grabbed his arm, head shaking in objection to the look on his face.   “ anyone who says  i  talk too much has clearly never spent more than five minutes with you. ”   not that she was complaining.  obnoxious as he was, she’d prefer the sound of his voice over the burden of silence.  what never failed to instil in her the instinct to  run.   “ and maybe watch it with the romance talk, will you?  you of all people know how fast word gets out around here.  the hell kind of champion am i gonna look like if people think i’m slumming in it the sheets with dolph ziggler? ”

playfulness could verge on cruelty in a heartbeat.  she was all too aware of that.  no matter how hard nicole had tried to play nice in the past, second nature was second nature.  but she could at least count on him not to read too far into it.  to take what she had to say with a grain of salt  —  that and the pinch of his shoulder her free hand supplied, lips quirked at the sides.

“ win a title and i’ll think about it. ”

It was nice, spending time with Nikki -- they were similar in more ways than either would ever care to admit aloud, but it meant that they understood each other. Had a connection that was hard to describe, difficult to put into words, but Dolph had never cared to sit down and closely examine what connected the two of them. There was no need, not when it worked so seamlessly. And when it was just the two of them? That was probably Dolph’s favorite, if only because that meant Nikki would, for even just handfuls of moments at a time, give him a glimpse over the walls she’d spent so many years carefully constructing, building brick by brick until they loomed with such intimidating height that most dared not attempt to scale them. He wasn’t one as easily dissuaded as most, though, particularly when it came to beautiful women.

A winning grin, beaming at Nikki as she accepted his arm and they began the walk to their “date” in catering. “If you had a voice like this, wouldn’t you want to hear yourself talk?” No apology in his voice, more a ringing certainty that his dulcet tones were pleasurable to listen to, regardless of whether he had anything of value to say or not ( typically, it was the latter, if he was being honest with himself ). 

“And I’m offended. I think it’d be a boost to your career -- getting in with Dolph Ziggler would skyrocket anyone to fame,” Dolph retorted without hesitation, though they both knew that Nikki needed no help with fame, with success. She’d made a name for herself, methods be damned, and Dolph would have been lying to say she needed any sort of help from anyone, himself included. But it was still entertaining to tease, to make remarks that might have been barbed enough to sting anyone else, anyone who wouldn’t have had just as sharp-witted comments to offer in response. Maybe that was part of why they got along so well: words that bordered on cruelty weren’t taken to heart, weren’t allowed to dig claws into delicate flesh to rip and tear. 

Dolph paused, considering her last words. “I think that sounds like a fantastic deal -- win some gold and get to take Nikki Bella on a date? You better not take that back when I win a title in a few weeks,” he informed her, almost solemnly, acting as if it would be easy to earn an opportunity at a title, easy to secure that spot -- and that it would be a given he’d win, were he given it. 

#aboutpower #i. aboutpower // dolph. #i don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me 「 dolph interactions 」

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It could've been a fun guessing game, trying to figure out what type of creature Roman now stood in front of. Definitely not of the fair folk, the fae far more ethereal and otherworldly than the individual that appeared so down-to-earth and -- well, perhaps ordinary would have been a bit offensive. The illusion of being typical, almost bland was quickly dispelled by the grin that was offered, the peek of a cheeky tongue as dimples were flashed at Roman in a manner that was far more endearing than any stranger had the right to be. The man’s entire demeanor, the way it shifted into something almost alluring, suggested that perhaps Roman was dealing with an incubus, though the brute physicality to the man’s build meant a fellow werewolf wouldn’t have been surprising either.

Pulled out of his thoughts by the other man’s voice, Roman offered an easy grin of his own, taking a sip of beer as he contemplated his response to an such overt and obvious flirtation. It seemed to come far too easily to be anything genuine, anything to get truly flustered over, but it was lighthearted enough that it didn’t come off as patronizing or demeaning. The wolf in him insisted on getting a clean scent -- to identify who and what he was interacting with -- but his human sensibilities won, allowed him to push the instinct -- his instinct to crowd the man until able to discern what he was -- down where it wouldn’t lead to inappropriate behavior. ( His wolf found it irritating how concerned Roman was with the norms of human society, but it didn’t push. )

Roman pushed his hair back out of his face, beginning to regret having worn it down for once ( he typically pulled it up when he went out, just because it was much more manageable that way ). “This is only my second time here,” he admitted. “Though the place does have quite the reputation.” Anywhere that openly welcomed supernatural creatures was bound to, given all the mischief and mayhem they tended to cause, especially when gathered in large numbers like they were here on certain nights. “Saw you the first time I visited -- I was with friends then,” added easily, taking another swig of beer. He allowed his eyes to flick over the man’s form once more, a little slower, more intentionally this time. Speaking of handsome.

A deep breath through his nose, his own subtle way of trying to scent the man and soothe his wolf -- unsuccessful, but effort put forth nonetheless. “Do you like working here? I imagine it’s gotta be a handful sometimes.” Roman could only imagine the chaos that would come from such varying creatures being in such close proximity. “I’m Roman, by the way,” he introduced, switching his beer to his left hand to offer the now-freed right for a handshake.

            on most days, working amongst all the monsters that he used to be scared of as a little boy, sounded scary. but jon had grown long used to it. there was no fear in him, there was no worry in him. so far, none of the creatures knew about his race and the owner of the club didn’t seem to mind either. just don’t get recognized, he’d said and let jon sign the contract. being in desperate need of money, the dirty blond hadn’t thought twice about it and so far, he’d been able to cover up well. in a world full of sharp teeth and dangerous claws, the one human was holding up alright for himself. plus, he was getting paid pretty alright for the job as well. 

  ��         it wasn’t a shocker that the bar was quiet tonight. on a thursday night, most creatures didn’t stay out long, the early friday morning keeping them at home often. but that didn’t mean the place would stay closed and so it meant jon would have to throw on the thick black bomber jacket and his eyes would be roaming the room for hours. he was a switch, easily thrown into different positions at the bar. though, being the bouncer was his favorite. tonight he was finding himself inside though, making sure the guests left the sexy waitresses alone and paid their drinks with money instead of … anything else.

            when the large guy with bright eyes but dark hair and beard approached him, he made himself tall, standing up straight to make sure he showed no fear. that would be the worst he could do around here: admit that he was intimidated by the beings around. they could all kill him within the blink of an eye. if they knew. if only. ❛ yeah. i make sure everyone‘s having a great fuckin’ time. ❜ playful, almost, jon nodded in the direction of the dude. he couldn’t tell what kind of creature he was considering he looked like a human too. but being in the business for long enough now, mox had learned to expect the unexpected. the guy might be able to turn his hair into a thousand snakes and turn him into a rock just by staring at him. so he wouldn’t want to push his luck, would much rather try to charm his way out of the situation. 

            ❛ ya come here often? i woulda thought i could remember a handsome face like yours. ❜ a pink tongue darted out from between his lips when hands were pushed into the pockets of his jacket and he felt a smirk grow on his lips. devilish, like an incubus, would wear it. yet, slightly twitching like any other human would if he was to face a monster.

#mcxleys #i. mcxleys // roman. #there is no voice willing to speak for us // so it's a good thing we know how to yell 「 roman interactions 」 #bare your teeth and snarl baby 「 werewolf au // roman 」

[templecfyourself]

maybe I’m a terrible person idk

#i don't need anyone // i just need everyone and then some 「 dolph musings 」 #fill the void up with polished doubt / fake sentiment 「 seth musings 」

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#i chew chew chew 'cause they hope i choke 「 bianca visage 」 #i don't ever want to be your boyfriend 「 dolph bait 」 #girls love girls and boys 「 naomi bait 」 #you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you 「 seth bait 」

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i don’t know where this anger came from 

             it boils all the same 

       sometimes it escapes 

                bruised knuckles 

                      or a scream that burns

i try to hide it.         i try to pretend its not there

but, i’ve found 

    a fire still has a way of blazing,           still eats you alive,                  even if you aren’t looking

#i cry and my knuckles get sore 「 roman musings 」 #// your reminder that roman has ied !! #i spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic 「 kevin musings 」

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#i do my hair toss // check my nails 「 naomi visage 」 #i don't ever want to be your boyfriend 「 dolph bait 」 #i can't change my appetite 「 bianca bait 」 #you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you 「 seth bait 」

[templecfyourself]

Roman could tell, even beneath the bravado, the fake grin plastered on her face, that he’d hurt her feelings -- and that was justified, really. She’d put herself out there only to have Roman turn her down; no matter who a person was, how confident they acted, making themselves vulnerable like that was dangerous. To be turned down after that had to sting, to say the least. Left Roman visibly wincing at the tone to her words, the shift in her demeanor, as if it physically pained him to know that he’d hurt Becky in that way.

I read some things every wrong. That had Roman’s mind racing once more, replaying moments -- particularly the ones that had just transpired, prior to . . . this. Made him take a look over the way he interacted with Becky, the manner in which he spoke to her, and he was unable to stop himself from placing his hands over his face, scrub them as if he could wipe away the look he knew was blooming in his features because he was an absolute idiot. No wonder Becky had kissed his cheek; to someone who didn’t know that Roman was . . . not interested in women, it probably seemed like he’d been flirting. It didn’t help that he was a sweet-talker at times, was known to drop a baby or sweetheart ( in a respectful manner of course, his mama hadn’t raised a man who’d disrespect women, she would’ve kicked his ass had she found out he’d been inappropriate or patronizing to a woman ).

And then there was the fact that Roman wasn’t, well, flamboyant. Not that there was anything wrong with that. The stereotypes, though, made it hard to look at Roman and see that he was -- and he’d been beating around it in his head, had been refraining from even thinking the words, almost as if scared to acknowledge them -- gay. Part of him was grateful for it, as cowardly as that might have been. The company they were in wasn’t exactly the most progressive out there. The independent circuits seemed to be far more accepting and celebratory of their queer talent, whereas WWE was . . . silent. And often for the best, given the company’s track record. It wasn’t even necessarily that he was worried he’d get grief in the locker room. He’d been out at college to his friends, and word had spread to his football team, though no one had ever breathed a word to someone who might have taken that and ran with it. Even though they’d kept quiet to the media, there had still been comments, remarks, some unintentionally ignorant and others purposefully provoking. Roman was used to that. Had grown a thick skin.

What was he worried about, then, if not the judgement from his peers? The media? That made him want to scoff, because he’d already been through hell with the dirt sheets. Maybe it was just a more primal, instinctive fear of being exposed, vulnerable. Just like Becky had made herself when she’d leaned in to kiss his cheek -- and now he was making her sit in that discomfort and rejection while he wallowed in his own internalized shit. Talk about cruel.

Roman cleared his throat as he lowered his hands, meeting Becky’s gaze. “Listen, I . . . It’s not like that. It’s not that you’re not my type of woman. It’s -- I haven’t said this out loud very many times, give me a second.” He took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead and ducking his head to take a moment to compose himself. He trusted Becky: he wanted to tell her. It was just a matter of finding the words. But he wasn’t poetic, wasn’t one to wax pretty prose about things when simple words would suffice just fine. Reason why he shook his head to himself and once more looked her in the eyes. “Becky, it’s not you. I’m gay.”

@templecfyourself​. continued.

 if  there  was  one  thing  becky  didn’t  lack  —  it  was  CONFIDENCE.  where  she  once  would  have  hesitated  in  words,  actions,  statements,  the  irishwoman  now  navigated  those  with  ease.  the  moniker  of  'THE  MAN’  seemed  to  exude  from  becky  in  most  things  that  she  did  and  she  was  proud  that  she  could  hold  herself  that  way.  it  had  opened  doors  and  broken  glass  ceilings.  there  were  few  things  in  this  business  that  she  truly  feared  doing  anymore;  they  were  only  further  challenges  for  her  to  overcome  just  like  the  others  had  been.

 but  the  minute  her  lips  brushed  warm  skin  and  the  silence  echoed  around  them  as  he  stopped  mid-laugh,  becky  felt  her  heart  PLUMMET  into  her  stomach.  part  of  her  debated  on  fleeing.  could  she  outrun  him  if  he  was  stunned?  surely  she  could  make  it  back  to  the  locker-room  before  he  knew  what  was  happening.  from  there  she’d  just  hide  out  until  it  was  safe  to  make  it  to  her  rental  car  and  then  maybe  the  next  few  thousand  miles  to  their  destination  would  make  him  forget  about  what  an  IDIOT  she  had  been.

 her  thoughts  continued  to  race  as  the  silence  dragged  on.  each  second  a  pierce  through  her  heart  as  she  attempted  to  figure  out  something  to  say  —  ANYTHING  to  squash  the  horrible  awkwardness  that  had  fallen  around  them.  yet  as  she  opened  her  mouth  to  speak,  roman  went  first.  in  her  nervousness  she  felt  her  teeth  suck  her  lower  lip  between  the  rows  to  gnaw  viciously  at  it.

 his  words  were  a  punch  to  the  gut.  NOT  MY  TYPE.  did  anyone  ever  like  hearing  that?  it  wasn’t  as  if  she  was  in  LOVE  with  the  guy  but  ouch!  it  definitely  bruised  the  ego  to  hear  someone  you  found  attractive  say  you  weren’t  their  type.  a  breath  like  she’d  been  struck  pulled  itself  out  before  she  could  stop  it  and  she  took  that  as  good  a  time  as  any  to  respond.  almost  involuntarily  she  shook  her  head,  a  forced  smile  plastered  to  her  face  to  stop  her  desire  to  sink  into  the  floor.  " hey,  no,  don’t  —  don’t  explain.  it’s  FINE.  i  read  some  things…VERY  wrong  and  i  just  —  yer  a  good  lookin’  guy  and  we’re  mates  and  i  just  don’t  want  t'is  ta  ruin  anything.  can  we  just  —  we’ll  wipe  the  record,  yeah?  i’m  not  yer  type.  no  harm.  no  foul. “  silently  she  prayed  he’d  just  accept  and  put  her  out  of  her  misery.

#eraofviolence #strcightfire #i. strcightfire // roman. #there is no voice willing to speak for us // so it's a good thing we know how to yell 「 roman interactions 」 #// the muse struck me for this one so i replied before some other things

[templecfyourself]

Kevin takes violent exception to being offered a tasty snack this week on Raw.  😄

#hide your secrets // disguise your weakness 「 kevin visage 」 #i'm the bad guy ( duh ) 「 seth visage 」 #rainbow smitten 「 roman bait 」

[templecfyourself]

          I don’t make threats, 

                           but I do keep promises. 

            &&  I promise you, 

                         I’ll cause you more trouble                            than you’ve bargained for

#instead of crying // they hear me roar 「 bianca musings 」 #i don't need anyone // i just need everyone and then some 「 dolph musings 」 #i spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic 「 kevin musings 」 #no friction / no flame // no struggle / no progress 「 naomi musings 」 #i cry and my knuckles get sore 「 roman musings 」 #fill the void up with polished doubt / fake sentiment 「 seth musings 」