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[reck6ning]

sorry y'all ... been dealing with migraines off and on for a week . i have an appointment for an ear issue that might be causing them but it isn't until july .

going to try to work on things off and on when i can . i have so much muse it's ridiculous .

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Like i said.

Predictable.

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Gonna be real. I don't care about anything on this card except the women's ladder match.

A MiTB ladder match isn't even the main event which... that's like the main event of Wrestlemania being a squash match.

Not to mention, there isn't even a tag match outside of this main event being forced down our throats.

I am so tired of the rest of the roster and storyline suffering because someone wants to keep pushing Logan Paul and Cena.

I LOVE Cena. I love heel Cena.

I hate how they're handling him. I'm exhausted of all the bullshit. It's become so predictable it's boring. You can tell the ring rust is real and they aren't protecting him at all. Every match has shown he can't hold a match like he used to.

And that's not fair to him OR the fans.

I dont know, man. I'm just gonna be happy when his last run is done. And that makes me sad.

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Call the police. I have been murdered. Arrest @code6reaker.

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Y'all

I literally wrote half of that monologue. You can scroll back and see it.

I'm... this keeps happening and I love it.

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it's pride month !

while bo is painfully straight , he is very much an ally who is ready and willing to kick any bigot's ass <3

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RAW was homophobic, but at least I have a Squidney to make it feel better.

I dont think I've introduced you to the new baby. The universe kind of pushed us together, just ask @mamisms , @thr0whands , and @code6reaker .

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time for me to skip town to escape the murder charge ... you can find @code6reaker buried with the fireflies .

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║▌│█║▌│█║▌│█│║▌   the words had been forced from a poisoned tongue , dragged from lips of venom , and spat at the floor because he can't even bring himself to look at her as he fights the words , pushes them into an air so thick he's not sure anything could cut through it . if he looks at her , he'll break . if he looks at her , the other will take the opportunity to pull her back in , to ensnare her in everything they are .

and doesn't she deserve better ?

doesn't she deserve more than a husk of a man , crumbling at the seems , wasting away into ash and dust . better than a man whose mind isn't his own , who can't seem to find his way . he's lost . spinning in circles wrapped in barbs , cutting deeper and deeper , clutching him in a vice of grief and pain . is she truly blind to it ? can she not see the way the wire tears at the soul under his skin , rips unseen flesh to ribbons , leaving him nothing but animated bones and organs , held together by a red string that refuses to break for his destiny .

her words catch him offguard , pull his attention from the floor to look at her , knowing that he'll break . knowing that he doesn't have it in him to tell her to leave again ... doesn't have it in him to force her out when she's standing there wide - eyed and determined to love something that's been made so completely unwhole . something that is , arguably , nothing more than a shell inhabited by shadows determined to show him the way home . how ? how can she even begin to understand what she is saying . " no ? "

the rot settles in his chest as his lungs scream for air , scream to be free from drowning in this sin of neglect . how could he not see it ? the shadows have always surrounded her , wrapped her like a child in a blanket , comforted and coddled her until she was just as at home with them as he is . she's never walked behind him protected from the dark .... she is ever at his side , fingers tangled in bones as they navigate the void .

even in the darkest of dark , there's always been a lantern ... a flickering hope of beauty in the night , the hope that fireflies can lead you home . and maybe he's been blind , so tangled in his own pain that he couldn't see what's been right there in front of him .

she's the lantern .

the flicker of hope in the void , the sparkle of a firefly leading the way , urging you forward , becoming the only constant , the only guarantee in the middle of a wooded grave . you can scream into the dark , cover the lantern's glow , destroy the foliage the fireflies call home ... but they're still there . they still find a way to creep through the tendrils of shadow , a reminder that no one is truly as alone as they feel . and even he has to see that . " there you are ... i see it , now . i was wrong to think you'd be afraid , that you didn't belong to the shadows because , they belong to you , don't they ? "

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞.     he says it     —     cold,     clean,     like it’s easy for him.     like it doesn’t tear the ground out from under her feet.     ❝     i want you to leave.     please leave right now.     ❞     and for a second,     she swears she forgets how to breathe.     he means it.     that’s what cuts the deepest.     he actually means it.     not because he’s angry.     not because she did something wrong.     but because…     he’s trying to push her out.     trying to cut her off.     and she doesn’t understand why.     doesn’t know what changed.     'was i too much?     not enough?     did i stay too long?     did i make it too real?'     the thoughts spiral,     fast and sharp,     slicing at the softest parts of her.     but she doesn’t cry.     she just….    stands there.     trembling around the edges,     heart caving in beneath her ribs.     her throat is dry,     her pulse is loud,     her nails dig into her palms like that pain might keep her upright.     but she speaks anyway.     ❝     no.     ❞     quiet.     small.     but not afraid.     not anymore.     because if she lets go now     —     if she walks out that door     —     she doesn’t come back from it.     ❝     i’m not leaving.     ❞     her voice cracks as she says it,     but it’s the only truth she knows.     because this isn’t just a place.     it’s not just some twisted idea or ideology.     this is him.     this is the only place her soul ever made sense.     ❝     you don’t get to ask me that.     ❞     and she means it.     how could he?     how could he say that after everything? after the nights they sat in silence and let the world rot around them,     after he told her she didn’t need fixing,     after he let her stay when she was nothing but broken glass and bruised intentions?     her feet move before her brain catches up     —     just a step,     but it’s enough.     ❝     i was there before anyone.     before the chaos.     before you even had a name for it.     it was just you.     and me.     and the dark.     ❞

she swallows hard.     her chest is tight.     her hands shake.     what’s left if he pushes her out now?     where does she go when the only place she ever belonged doesn’t want her anymore?     ❝     i didn’t ask for this to grow.     i didn’t care what it became.     i was never here for the power or the noise or the followers.     i was here because i believed in you.     ❞     she hates how desperate she sounds.     how raw she feels.     but there’s no hiding anymore.     not here.     not in front of him.     ❝     i don’t care what you say,     i’m not going.     ❞     another step.     closer now.     close enough that if he reached out,     he could end this.     but @reck6ning doesn’t.     and that silence just guts her more.    ❝     you can shut the door.     you can scream at me.     you can try to pretend i don’t matter     —    but i’m still not leaving.     ❞     her voice wavers.     soft and aching.     ❝     because i don’t have anywhere else.     and even if i did,     it wouldn’t be you.     ❞     and she'd rather stay here and rot with the bones of it than pretend she could ever belong somewhere else.     she’s not some lost little girl begging to be seen.     she’s the one who stayed.     the one who watched it all burn and never looked away.     she loves him in the ugliest,     most unshakable way.     and she’ll never walk out first.     not from him.     not even if it kills her.

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I have a massive headache but I'm seeing a lot of people questioning why the Wyatt Sicks are going after anyone and everyone in the tag division, including baby faces when they're listed as a baby face faction internally.

Most people haven't paid attention to the old QR codes. When they were building up to the Wyatt Sicks debuting, one of the later QR codes went to this journal: https://www.wwe.com/archive_recovered

Now, if you take a look at it, the title of the page is KINTSUGI.

What is Kintsugi?

It is the Japanese art of taking broken pottery and piecing it back together with gold. It translates literally to "golden joinery".

Now, when we first saw the Sicks, they were going after those that betrayed their family or close friends, people who had turned their back on those they considered family. This led to recognizing how broken the faction is, how broken the members are.

This can be seen through older videos shown on RAW and through many of the entries on the journal page. There is a lot of talk about taking in the broken and making them whole again.

Perhaps they're learning that it's not enough to just attack those who have wronged them, but that they should take what matters most from them just as the care, friendship, and love was taken from them. What are they owed? Being whole again, showing that they are not to be forgotten and tossed aside.

Hence, the Wyatt Sicks establishing themselves as being in the tag titles picture.

Using the gold to piece themselves back together.

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I have a massive headache but I'm seeing a lot of people questioning why the Wyatt Sicks are going after anyone and everyone in the tag division, including baby faces when they're listed as a baby face faction internally.

Most people haven't paid attention to the old QR codes. When they were building up to the Wyatt Sicks debuting, one of the later QR codes went to this journal: https://www.wwe.com/archive_recovered

Now, if you take a look at it, the title of the page is KINTSUGI.

What is Kintsugi?

It is the Japanese art of taking broken pottery and piecing it back together with gold. It translates literally to "golden joinery".

Now, when we first saw the Sicks, they were going after those that betrayed their family or close friends, people who had turned their back on those they considered family. This led to recognizing how broken the faction is, how broken the members are.

This can be seen through older videos shown on RAW and through many of the entries on the journal page. There is a lot of talk about taking in the broken and making them whole again.

Perhaps they're learning that it's not enough to just attack those who have wronged them, but that they should take what matters most from them just as the care, friendship, and love was taken from them. What are they owed? Being whole again, showing that they are not to be forgotten and tossed aside.

Hence, the Wyatt Sicks establishing themselves as being in the tag titles picture.

Using the gold to piece themselves back together.

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FUCKING PAPA H SAID MOX DESERVES MORE

FUCK

THEY SAID HERE HAVE ALEXA, HERE HAVE THE WYATTS BASICALLY DECLARING THEMSELVES IN THE TAG CHAMP PICTURE, HAVE BO SHOUTING WE'RE HERE THAT GIVES YOU CHILLS...

AND HAVE A FUCKING VIDEO YOU HAVE TO BREAKDOWN AND DECIPHER

Tonight's Smackdown is a love letter to me and I take no complaints or contradictions.

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uhhhh i lied . i just realized that the fnaf dbd ptb is tomorrow and i need to get myself back up to speed on dbd because i have been waiting for fnaf to be in dbd for literal years .

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mobile . back is iffy so i'm gonna hunker down with a handheld <3

i'm off tomorrow because of memorial day . i'm going to do a little work , but i'll be writing most of the day !

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║▌│█║▌│█║▌│█│║▌   she had been the last thing he'd looked at before the lights went out , before the fog rose and there was nothing but terror , nothing but rage , nothing but a living nightmare . he hadn't said a word , hadn't trusted the tongue behind the mask , the entity that crawled under his skin when the time came to remind the world of their existence , to bring about a reckoning long deserved . there had been a knowing look in piercing blue eyes as they'd met hers , an understanding that he was still there . bo was in control while howdy laced his tongue with venom .

how long had it been since the ghast had been in full control ?

even after the massacre , with lights full force as the others crawled away , tucked themselves back into their own skin once more , he stood there in the center of the ring , silent . a shaking hand reached to tug the mask from his face , placing it on a top turnbuckle in reverence before moving to the center of the ring , eyes glued to the cake on the mat as the world seemed to surrender itself to silence around him . the movement of the crew deafened , the murmur of those left behind a buzzing .

he hears the click of her heels , the only sound shattering the silence . he doesn't look up , doesn't acknowledge her until she speaks , afraid that looking at her too soon will destroy an illusion he fears he's created . but that voice ... there's no imagining that voice , no way for a mind to perfectly mimic the way her lips form around words . he looks up , the eerie blue of his eyes having faded to a familiar brown . " it felt like we never left . " the words are soft , just between them . " it's me . just taking in everything . i had almost forgotten what it felt like , the electricity of thousands shaking in fear and ... anticipation ? but it felt right . "

he takes a slow step toward her , drawing within arm's length but giving her the choice . he doesn't know how to exist in another's orbit . most duck their heads , tuck into corners , make themselves small to keep away from him . but rhea ... he hasn't quite figured her out , hasn't deciphered what it is she wants , what she needs . lips seem to quirk upward in one corner before he heaves a sight . " you have nothing to be afraid of . us here ? it means vengeance before reckoning . those who hurt my family have to pay . that is the first plan . from there ... we'll see who's deserving . "

She didn’t follow right away. No — when that music hit and the lights dropped and the arena turned into a waking nightmare, Rhea stood rooted just off-stage. Hidden by shadows, the kind she knew too well. She didn’t move. Just watched. They were BEAUTIFUL in a terrifying way. A slow, creeping storm that said nothing but demanded attention. It had been since November, but the Wyatt Sicks hadn’t missed a beat. And neither had @reck6ning. She waited until the noise faded. Until the cameras stopped rolling. Until the chaos of crew members packing up and locker room doors shutting echoed in the distance.

Then she followed. Quiet steps. Slow and purposeful. Like she was approaching a caged animal that might just decide the bars weren’t enough. And there he was. Bo. Or… maybe not. Maybe it was him now. The one with the mask and the slithering grin. She leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching the figure in front of her like she couldn’t decide if she was impressed or concerned. Maybe both.

"You looked good out there," she finally said, voice low but clear. "All of you did. Like you never left."Her eyes narrowed, chin lifting just a little. "So which one am I talking to right now?" she asked, curious but not afraid. "Bo? Or… the other one?" Rhea stepped closer, slow and calculated. She didn’t want to provoke — but she didn’t not want to either. "I’m glad you’re back," she continued, tilting her head slightly. "I think the locker room needs a little shake-up. Needs to remember what fear tastes like."

She stopped just short of arm’s reach. Close enough to feel the energy radiating off him — wrong and right all at once. Like standing near a flame you know you shouldn’t touch. "But I gotta wonder…" she murmured, gaze locked with his, "what’s the plan? What does your return mean for the rest of us?" A beat. A long, empty, static-filled moment. the reality was her curiosity was more catered to herself than Rhea was willing to admit, after all this time -- the interactions they'd had -- shadows shared. How could it not? "I don’t scare easy, y’know," she added with a smirk. "But I do like knowing where the chaos is coming from." She tapped a finger against her temple.

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║▌│█║▌│█║▌│█│║▌   he has never been a man of apologies . every action carefully considered , every consequence measured against each minute possible advantage . when everything is carefully decided , there is no room for apologies . but with liv ... when there is disappointment painted in her eyes , he can't help but feel regret . the last thing he ever wants to do is be the reason her heart breaks , no matter how small the crack may be . she's the one who has seen him through the darkness , who walks with him in the shadows , and she deserves what little light he has the ability to give .

a soft smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at her , hands shifting so that fingers thread with hers . " he might have been more afraid of you than of me . if we scare him too much , we might find ourselves in catering far too often . " he knows that wouldn't happen , that management is already too afraid to step on their toes , to try to reel them in . there's no holding the wyatts back . there's no trying to control them . it only builds the pressure and everyone knows what happens when pressure can't be contained .

no one wants that explosion .

she knows him far too well . his words should come from no tongue but his one , though if he trusts anyone to speak for him , it's her . " he needs to know how serious i am , that there are no jokes with our family . that we are a force to be reckoned with . people have forgotten that . he's held us back for too long and it's time to remind them all who we are . i don't think he would listen to anyone else . he seems to understand me , that we're not chaos for chaos sake and that we're only after those deserving of a conversation . i won't let him brush us off . "

her forehead brushes against his and he uses tangled fingers to hold her there , eyes closing as he breathes her in . this is home . this is safety and happiness and the light in the darkest of days . " i was hoping you'd wait for me . he thought you'd start the fire without me . he doesn't know you like i do . " howdy's voice has been softer in recent weeks . it's enough for him to be thankful for a clear mind , to have time to separate anger from reality . she tugs his hand and he takes the opportunity to stand , pulling her with him . he pulls her close , dipping to bury his nose in her hair for a moment . " have you ever cooked camp style ? "

𝐥𝐢𝐯 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧.     slow,     unhurried,     like she’s savoring the moment before she gives it away.     her glassy blue eyes catch the weak,     flickering light and turn it into something almost holy.     almost.     his apology hums in the space between them,     soft and real, and liv soaks it in the way dry earth soaks up rain.     her fingers twitch against his,     then curl,     not desperate,     just certain,     like he’s the only thing anchoring her to this floor,     this house,     this moment.

❝ coulda sent hunter to me. ❞     she says,     voice low and syrupy,     a half-smile ghosting across her lips.     ❝ i’d answered for you. ❞     there’s a teasing edge there,     but it’s soft.     it’s love,     shaped into something crooked and a little cruel,     because that’s what they are!     love,     but twisted.     reverent,     but wrecked.     her thumb brushes lazy circles over his knuckles now,     the same mindless patterns she draws in the dust.     grounding.     claiming.     ❝ but i know you... ❞     liv murmurs,     head tilting just slightly,     like she’s studying something precious.     ❝ you had to say the words yourself.     make the fire from your own spark. ❞

a tiny breath of laughter leaves her,     more felt than heard.     her knees brush against his as she leans forward,     forehead ghosting against his for just a second.     a fleeting prayer,     an unspoken vow.     ❝ and i’m glad you’re here, ❞     she whispers,     the words sticking like honey between them.     ❝ cause i wasn’t gonna watch it burn with anyone else. ❞     her smile then is soft and eerie all at once,     the kind of smile you might see on a porcelain doll right before it shatters.     ❝ come on, ❞     liv says,     pulling gently at his hand.     ❝ let’s start the fire. ❞     because tonight wasn’t just about promises.     it was about them.     and things like them were meant to burn bright.     and maybe break the world a little,     too.

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( #RECK6NING ) — i have shown you signs and wonders . yet you do not believe ? i offered you hope . freedom from the pit . you spit in my face . mock my family . question my timing . one last chance , an opportunity to repent . but my patience runs thing . there is a reckoning coming . your believe is indifferent . it is inevitable . you will learn you are finite . and you shall all behold what we have become . A MASSACRE IS COMING . —

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