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—————————— 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄!

wrestling multimuse featuring 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, asuka. put over by dirk, 24, he/him. all follows come from waeyward.

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queue   ran   out btw.   won't   turn   it   back   on   until   i've   re-filled   it.   the   horrors   have   me   by   the   throat   etc   etc 

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Everyone's favourite three-headed underworld snake-dog!

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CARMELO HAYES WWE SmackDown, May 16th, 2025

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mother   put   him   in   every   class   she   could   think   of   to   make   him   the   best.   the   second   coming.   the   predestined.   but   now,   he   stands   before   a   flower   and   doesn't   remember   how   to   tear   out   its   petals.   never   learned   how   to   make   something   grow   with   tender   care   and   kinder   words.   only   learned   how   to   mock,   mimic,   and   change   shape   until   it   was   permanently   angry.   ❝   you   are   the   one   getting   all   up   in   my   business   as   if   we're   friends.   ❞   shields   himself   with   crossed   arms.   ignoring   the   instinct   to   bite   flower   pressed   nails.   always   angry   at   something,   even   little   butterflies.   ❝   hey,   these   teeth   are   real.   who   do   you   think   i   am,   reigns   ?   no.   so   get   your   fingers   out   of   my   face   and   stop   pretending   you   know   me.   ❞

"you are jabbing at me for what?" mariposa is still sweet when they ask, which might be the sharpest knife of all. even angry, they are a changing thing, soft and shifting, letting the vitriol swirl through their eddies and sways. "predestined is italian? are you italian?" it's all dismissal, really - mari doesn't know enough about this one to feel hurt by him. it's only really the apathy that tears into them hard, makes them all but ravenous for something fruit-sugar and true. "nothing is yours. not even these teeth." mari floats their fingers up towards naoya's cruel mouth, pointing with flower pressed nails at his exposed canines. "i want you to care. that's all we have. all we've got, and you don't have it. you make me very sad."

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❝   they   should   go   outside   and   look   at   the   moon,   it   would   calm   them   down.   ❞   offers   advice   with   a   smile   when   she   spins   once   more   on   the   tips   of   her   toes.   ends   her   movement   by   leaning   against   his   shoulder   like   a   heroine   in   a   painting   she's   seen   once.   je'von   isn't   her   knight,   but   he   is   her   fellow   frog,   and   frogs   need   to   lean   on   each   other   too   !   stares   up   at   him   with   eyes   filled   with   wonder,   ready   for   an   adventure   she   does   not   yet   know   the   grandeur   of.   laces   her   fingers   with   his   to   pull   him   in   the   direction   that   is   probably   wrong   if   she   were   to   stop   and   think   about   it   for   a   second.   ❝   i   heard   about   a   place,   they   say   there   are   fairies   there   !   or   at   least   people   who   look   like   real   fairies.   the   homeless   man   on   the   corner   was   very   nice   telling   me   about   them   and   i   -   ❞

he's been dancing all night, rolling to a tune that only exists somewhere between his sternum and his feet - je'von lives rhythm, bounces high onto a production crate and crouches low to survey the hall. "a'ight, so, so, like, they all bein' loud as hell in there." he doesn't often complain about the boys, but they're all up in arms over something or other this week - charlie poisoning the vibe, trick gone full diva, oba muttering about pikins - he makes himself scarce to preserve his peace more than anything. "we gotta find somethin' else to do. and you my girl, and we fun all the time. you in?" @hitcritical ♡.

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SHANNON THORTON Fab TV Interview (2022)

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"But that ship is toxic and problematic" okay ❤️ yay ❤️

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literally   getting thrown hands   from   all   sides   of   my   family   this   week 

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keeps   no   secrets   close   to   his   chest,   wears   them   proudly   and   openly   for   the   world   to   see   if   they   only   know   where   to   look.   wears   them   like   medals   or   badges   of   honour        ;        calls   his   wins   glory   and   his   losses   sorrows   that   need   to   be   forgotten   as   soon   as   possible.   chases   her   like   he   chases   highs,   but   has   grown   tired   of   running.   tilts   his   head   into   her   touch   as   if   her   fingertips   are   laced   with   powder.   ❝   depends,   baby,   where   ya   gonna   get   it   from        ⎯⎯⎯        got   a   little   baggy   in   some   lacy   thing   of   a   bra   ?   ❞   hopes   that   his   voice   isn't   too   pathetic   and   hopeful.

phoebe loves finding them like this, her elders and betters - slumpshouldered after a loss, chewing on their own consequences, knowing they could be more if they'd just kept themselves contained. she's no stranger to exploding, to hitting out hard and fast - knight knows that. it's why he likes her so much. "look at him," she coos, lips pressed to pout, her voice dangerously gentle as she sinks her fingers into the thicket of his hair, "all miserable and on his jack. need something strong to make you feel better, love?" @hitcritical ♡.

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always   envisioned   herself   the   crow   on   his   shoulder,   singing   pleased   at   his   victories,   and   screaming   in   the   face   of   anyone   who   dared   to   come   too   close   to   him   in   his   losses.   knows   she   gets   to   peck   out   an   eye   or   two   when   the   time   is   right.   knows   he   would   do   the   same   for   her   !   but   there   is   no   more   shoulder   for   her   to   perch   on,   and   while   she   knows   she   can   do   it   on   her   own,   she   also   knows   that   she   does   not   want   to   without   him.   ❝   no   plans   right   now,   just   trying   to   take   out   as   many   of   these   fake-ass   bitches   as   i   can.   ❞   shakes   her   head   as   if   it   somehow   would   ruffle   her   feathers.   ❝   maybe   i'll   go   after   tiffany,   i   can   only   tangle   with   iyo   so   many   times   before   it   gets   boring.   ❞

"'s all that's left," he tells her, with the drawling certainty of a man that knows he'll clear the plate before the meal is really over. damian is proud of what he managed on raw with her white-knuckled fist around his forearm - everything and anything, all the accolades he wanted when he wanted them. now it's smackdown's turn to rise to their feet and sing for him, and they will. "no doubt i'll get mine, mami. i'm done with that bitch." lazily, he paws at the loose strands of her hair, twists them around slow fingers. "what's your plan, eh? we ain't strategised in a hot minute."

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SAMI ZAYN Monday Night Raw ▸ May 19, 2025

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kelani   is   sugar,   and   lana   has   no   qualms   admitting   that   she   is   jealous.   jealous   of   the   sweetness,   of   the   goodness   that   has   not   yet   turned   inwards   to   rot.   not   jealous   enough   to   do   anything   about   it,   though.   just   jealous   enough   to   cross   her   arms   and   scoff   (   attempts   to   make   it   sound   friendly,   soft   around   the   edges   with   adoration   )   ❝   you   are   still   sweet,   lani.   you're   like   .   .   .   sugar   candy.   you   just   have   to   figure   out   how   to   be   rock   candy.   hard   to   bite   and   sticky   enough   to   stick   their   fucking   molars   together   when   they   try.   ❞

@hitcritical 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘢-𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢: "don't let anybody get in your way."

"i don't-" the protest dies almost as soon as she makes it. letting feels unfair, like she invites them to step all over her the second they lace their boots, but if it's not that, kelani doesn't know what else it could be. they can't all just be bigger and stronger and faster and meaner than her - there's a common denominator here, and it wears her face. the championship she won when she was spun sugar feels further away now than ever, and it doesn't look like she's going to be able to retrace those steps. "...i don't think- is it really like that?"

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it   doesn't   take   a   rocket   scientist   to   figure   out   that   she   makes   him   nervous.   she   likes   that   in   a   man   !   likes   to   wrap   him   around   her   finger   and   wear   him   and   his   affection   like   a   pretty   little   ring   (   something   gold   and   expensive   to   remember   him   by   )   giggles   at   the   sight   of   darkening   cheeks,   pins   the   small   victory   to   her   rhinestone-covered   dress   like   a   matching   brooch and   wonders   if   she   could   pry   even   more   from   him   without   lifting   a   finger.   tiffany   likes   him,   of   course   she   does.   she's   got   eyes   and   good   taste,   naturally,   she   likes   cody   !

❝   you   know   .   .   .   i   like   american   things,   ❞   tilts   her   head   to   make   a   display   of   the   way   eyelashes   flutter,   and   her   smile   turns   sweet.   paints   the   perfect   picture   of   innocence,   even   when   she   hasn't   been   innocent   for   a   while   now.   ❝   something   strong,   too.   but   it   has   to   be   sweet   !   that   should   be   enough   of   a   hint.   anything   come   to   mind   ?   ❞

he hasn’t even realised it yet — how much he’s staring admiring from afar, eyes laser focused on each and every single beautiful feature she’s got, she looks so pretty sitting there, pretty enough to knock half the confidence right out of cody. a man usually able to make conversation with a brick wall now struggles to muster up the courage to go speak to her properly , not just like a friendly co-worker “ what? ” tiffany’s words snap him out of his sweet little daze, cheeks suddenly turning a darker shade of red as if he’d been caught in the act of something so scandalous.

did she really approach him? cody clears his throat , blush still evident on his face as he stands up from the table, brushing the front of his suit off and pulling out a chair for her — just like a gentleman should “ i think it’s good you know that games aren’t exactly my speciality, at least give me a little hint ”

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applying for the position of your good luck charm that's kept in your pocket and looked at adoringly

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❝   you   say   that,   and   yet   this   place   is   filled   with   them.   ❞   makes   a   show   out   of   stretching,   just   as   she   makes   a   show   out   of   being   close   to   him.   burning   star   that   demands   respect   from   those   who   move   beneath   him.   is   not   foolish   enough   to   believe   herself   to   be   on   his   level,   and   yeah,   so   what   if   she's   a   little   star-struck   ?!   plenty   of   motherfuckers   here   with   that   particular   affliction.   so   what   if   she   forgives   him   for   his   bad   jokes   a   bit   too   quickly   because   of   it   ?   it   ain't   nothing   to   call   the   papers   about   !   ❝   well,   some   of   those   bitches   needed   new   outfits.   figured   i'd   hand-deliver   some   feathers.   Blood's   included,   making   them   look   tougher   than   they   are.   And   now   they're   barking   and   yapping   like   little   chihuahuas.   ❞

@hitcritical 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮… 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘢. ❝ oh, i’m just your run-of-the-mill asshole. ❞

he's been the rabid dog and the feeding hand enough times each to keep his judgement to himself. jey leans up against the ring post, all casual lines, a deceptive ease in his back. "don't got enough of those." it's dry, but still imbued with a softer something, an outreach if she wants to take it. she's gone by many names backstage, so many that he lands squarely on hellhound to edge into safety - he's got it in him to smile about that. "i seen you, uce. got 'em all barkin' back there." it's a bad joke. he glitters with it anyway. "like they sic'ed you on a chicken coop. feathers everywhere."

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knows   not   what   has   changed   exactly   but   knows   that   he   does   not   protest   when   lover   seems   hellbent   on   kissing   every   inch   of   his   face   that   could   be   reached.   would   have   giggled   if   he   had   been   any   other   man,   but   smiles   all   the   same   now,   even   when   his   hand   reached   up   to   cradle   the   back   of   aspen's   head   to   pull   him   closer.   ❝   i   could   settle   for   grey   and   white,   yes.   maybe   even   a   deep   red   if   you're   feeling   festive.   ❞

would never ask him to. a wave of grief crashed over aspen, a reminder of his wife. the woman he had loved, and then had asked him to not only to hold back but stop altogether. and then it was gone, and aspen held willem closer, kissing his cheek, his jaw, his lips. lingering against his lips. ' just black or would you like white and shades of grey as well? '