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*/ long story short, now that i have a working ac and can sleep - i basically do nothing but when i am home. and when i'm working, my brain just stays preoccupied with literally everything so writing has been far from my thoughts. but i'm hoping to change that soon.

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Hi, I'm new to Tumblr and don't know how everything works... But I saw your post about Alexa and wanted to ask if you're interested in Randy Orton x Alexa Bliss from hate to love type of roleplay?

absolutely! i'd love to do that.

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ONE TREE HILL (2003–2012) 9.05 The Killing Moon

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*/ apparently all the things meant dms and setting up drafts then passing out all damn day.. oops. in my defense, ya girl has been living off of shitty bathroom floor naps in front of a fan and cool couch naps at work for weeks. my body was finally like ‘cool room and a bed? let’s gooooo!’ and there was no stopping it. 😂

*/ guess who finally has a working ac (even tho her wallet be cryin for the foreseeable future over it) and is finally on the computer with a whole weekend free? this bitch. catch me doing all the things!

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*/ guess who finally has a working ac (even tho her wallet be cryin for the foreseeable future over it) and is finally on the computer with a whole weekend free? this bitch. catch me doing all the things!

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open starter: open to anyone, idc.

setting: smackdown backstage.

defeat. it was an overwhelming stench. a stench that clung to her every move since the moment that refs hand hit the matt for the 3rd time. she could’ve lost to someone undeserving, which would hurt worse. if that was even possible? alexa wasn’t entirely sure anymore. she had wanted it so badly.. the crown, that title, all of it. she wanted it so bad she could taste it. but now? it was so far out of reach, it stung. kicking the wall, the petite blonde slumped back against a crate and disappeared behind it. hoping to never be found again.

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open starter: open to anyone, idc.

setting: liv’s home on the farm in florida.

another injury? the universe was on some sick kick and liv wasn’t a fan of it. this was supposed to be her summer! she was supposed to be on top of it all and have the time of her life. but instead, she was sidelined before it even really began - all thanks to some freak accident in the ring. it just wasn’t fair!

with a heavy groan, the blonde shoved herself up from the couch. where she’d been most moments since the injury, sans all the doctors appointments. her injured arm was in a sling to keep it from more harm, and to keep her from using it until surgery would happen to fix it sometime in the coming week most likely.

looking in the mirror as she passed it, she made a face of disgust. of utter disappointment in herself. how dare she get hurt, with the same damn injury as last year no less, and ruin all the fun that was to be had? seriously, how dare she?!?! without thought, a candle went flying into the mirror across from her.

broken mirror pieces went flying, spreading across the floor creating rainbows that should be pretty.. that would be, if only she had any care left. but she didn’t. her heart stayed in the ring when she got injured monday then carried out to be checked on while her opponent got the joys of the ring to herself as if she’d truly won when she hadn’t.

“this isn’t fair!” the words finally came, a broken sob falling upon the end of them as the tears that had been pricking at her eyes finally formed and freely feel down her cheeks.

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*/ no update, tho a lot has happened. this is just me, begging for angst. before all these feels and shit implode on me. who’s gonna help? pick a muse, or muses, idc. just, give me something to channel into before i lose it. please.

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Emotionally I think I really need it to be autumn

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We love shipping in this house. 😍 Reblog if it's okay for partners to ask for a pre-established ship with your muse(s)!

Doesn't mean you have to accept, but you're totally down to discuss it!

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*/ today was a shit show. can’t sleep. too hot. have to leave for work in 6 hours. so just jumping into drafts while watching ginny and georgia to keep my mind busy. speaking off, adding a muse or two (maybe three????) from that soon too. among some others. doing that and other stuff here is all on my to do list while watching the boys today (plus calling the doctors.. pray for me and my anxiety on this one bc omfg) okay shutting up now. catch me on discord or DMs if you wanna.

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out of all the women on the roster, there were few karrion even bothered to speak to much less waste his time trying to get under their skin. somehow chelsea was one of them however. whether it be the way she didn’t take less than she believed she deserved, or her infuriating habit of never shutting the hell up - which just made him daydream of the endless ways he could make her. somehow, he found interest in pestering her. it was all in good fun, even if it didn’t seem as such.

“ending men twice your size, huh?” must he poke the metaphorical bear? yes, he must. smirk upon his face, the man crossed his arms over his broad chest as he stepped closer. so close, he could damn near smell the blood on her. “and what if i do want to be the next bullet point? could be fun to watch you try, and if you actually succeed - then there’s another thing for you to be proud of. sounds like a win either way to me.”

❝ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❞

❝     𝐨𝐡,     𝐛𝐨𝐨-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐡𝐨𝐨.     ❞     chelsea rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck halfway.     her nose still ached from that stupid match the other night,     her extensions were barely clinging to life,     and now this guy was trying to intimidate her like she hadn’t wrestled with a dislocated acrylic before?

she took a dramatic step forward     —     heels clicking,     attitude dialed to eleven     —     tossing her tousled hair over one shoulder like she was on the damn runway instead of backstage at raw.     ❝     do i look like i came here for gentle?     ❞     she snapped,     gesturing to herself with a flourish that could’ve rivaled a broadway finale.     ❝     i lost my united states championship,     broke my nose and got blood on my new gear     —     and i still looked hotter than half the roster doing it.     ❞     a scoff.     a hair flip.     a smirk like she was already three steps ahead.      ❝     so unless you’re here to offer a spa voucher or a rematch with actual rules,     karrion,     i suggest you step aside before i add     “ending men twice my size”     to my resume.     ❞     a beat.     ❝     and trust me @darknessa1wayswins …     you don’t wanna be the next bullet point.     ❞

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blue hues lingering on her reflection, suddenly jumped up to meet his gaze in the mirror. a proud grin curling upon her lips as she took in his words, letting her body absorb them. words transforming to confidence, as her body finally turned towards him. next thing she knew, her hand was in his and her feet were carrying her in a twirl before coming back face to face with him. suddenly daring, she found herself pressed upon his chest - hand slowly dragging down the front of his button down. “like a goddess?” she questioned playfully, finger slipping into the fabric of his shirt where it hung open. nails trailing over his skin ever so slightly as she bit her bottom lip. “was it your plan from the start to get me undressed, or did this just simply scream my name when you saw it?”

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie. azrael -> liv.

looking down at the box in her hands curiously for a moment, she soon opened it to reveal the contents. this so wasn't what she expected when he'd handed it to her and told her to put it on. admittedly, dinner was over and they had no plans to go back out. but still, somehow, she just hadn't seen this coming. was she objecting or complaining? certainly not! she was just a little puzzled by the timing, is all. despite that, the blonde stripped out of her dinner clothes and slid the lingerie on. simple. black. but so cute and flattering on her frame. she couldn't help but to admire herself in the mirror as she turned this way and that. completely missing the fact that she'd accidently left the bathroom door ajar..

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the longer his gaze remained on her, the harder it felt to breathe. her lips suddenly drying out, causing her to lick moisture back into them. she hated this, she truly did. why did feelings even exist in the first place? oh right, to fuck up a perfectly good thing. crossing her arms in front of her, she wavered.. her feet unknowingly moving closer to him. that pull, having a mind of its own. “you sure about that?” she finally responded, her hues flicking up from the ground suddenly to his.. caught for a moment before she found her voice again. “that skank looked like she was very much in between us less than thirty minutes ago.”

continuing from here, bc tumblrs a twat.

she waited, and waited. then there it was, it clicked for him like it did for her. a sudden realization she had never seen coming, but here they were. him all smug and annoying irresistible at the same time. her all pouty and annoyed she had to say something. why couldn’t she just live with him going out with whatever skank he wanted to? she really thought she could. that’s why she broke things off in the first place after all. well that, and she was afraid of getting too deep. but alas, it seems it was too late for that train to be stopped. keeping her eyes off him, she bit her lip as she tried - and failed - to not let him get to her anymore. but that jolt his simple touch left on her body? was unstoppable and made those crystal hues of hers turn to him. “i don’t.” her voice was small, so easily lost. so unlike her usual deepness she’d grown to love. but that’s what he did to her.

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Please reblog this if your blog is crossover friendly

aka you are happy to write with muses who aren't in your same fandom (fandomless muses of similar genre for instance)

+ specify in tags what kind of crossovers you're open to

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🌸 – brielle (@sparklebelt) gives cody a flower crown.

feeling something placed upon his head, Cody felt for it before he turned to see who did it. “A flower crown? really?” he questioned brielle, a curious brow lifted as he held the crown in question and turned it in his hand. at least least it was a good one, given by someone he actually cared a great deal about. so the act didn’t really bother him like it might other men. “you trying to make me prettier?” he added playfully, casually dropping it back on his head.

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send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night. - anna (@chvmpisms) -> jack.

lost to the stars and the chaos in his mind, jack hadn’t heard her coming. but the moment she was in his presence, he felt her. like always. what mystical magical pull did this woman have on him? from the moment he met her, it was there. and yet, he still remained clueless. “is anyone really okay?” he replied after a moment, his hues slowly turning her direction. rough hands coming to now rest on the knees of his old ripped jeans. it was well past time to turn in, to be comfortable in bed and sleepwear, and yet here he remained still as a statue until her arrival. “i’m fine, really. just lost track of time or something, i guess.”