#schizoauthoress

[saphire-dance]

5 Favorite Characters Meme

I'm tagging @seeminglyseph @schizoauthoress @cannibalisticcutie @teratorex @citrus-art-and-life and anyone else that hasn't done this yet

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Lucifarians: A Family Forged (1980):

Chapter 1 January Twelfth

Taglist: @spacelizardtrashboys @natsadkid @schizoauthoress @piratewithvigorr @stupidbluegirl @thedollmaker16 @the--blackdahlia

Warnings: violence, smoking, Roddy being Roddy, my weird universe alterations

2200+ words

The Kayfabe Post

Casey's P.O.V:

Thursday, the first day of being at work for the WWF, Saturday the twelfth of January 1980. Part of me still can’t believe that Driskoll got us into the WWF, himself being here alone was explainable, even if he brought his sons it would have been expected, but us, seven women all entering the WWF at the same time, the head office must’ve been smoking something when signing the contracts. Driskoll has already given us an order to get to know the men of the company better, and if I’m honest, I don’t know anyone, and due to my status as a ‘cannibalistic, carnivorous, monster heel’ I don’t think many people are willing to approach me.

I’m not here because I earned it, I’m here because I’m a necessity for the team, or at least, that’s how I view it. That’s how I’ve always viewed it. Ven needed someone to humiliate and, as a natural outcast, I’m the easiest choice. Dirty blonde hair in a masculine style, half dyed copper, thick eyebrows over eyes that can’t decide if they want to be blue or green, multiple scars over my jaw covered by a thick mask which curls under my chin. Heavier than Ven, but much more slender than any male giant, except maybe Baba, and then there’s my tatt-

BAM

“Oh dear lord, sorry, are you okay?”

In my absent-minded walking I had knocked myself and another person to the floor, and not just anybody.

Four inches taller than me,

Wild afro hair,

At least double my weight,

André.

André the giant.

Knocked to the floor, by me… Shit.

“Are you okay, Mademoiselle?”

I went as stiff as a statue, and pale like Michelangelo’s David, staring at the floor and awaiting punishment for my carelessness.

“Mademoiselle?” His shadow shifted with his movements as he got closer.

His tone worried, “Mademoiselle?” He lifted me to my feet, I had just enough composure to thank him in his native tongue.

“Who are you, Mademoiselle?” André smiles softly.

“Cas Lucifarian, I’m new here.” I return the soft smile.

André wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer before taking a good look at me and cocking an eyebrow, !Are you, uh…” He snaps his fingers as he tries to find the right words.

“A giant, yeah, well actually I’m a giantess.”

André walks with me, showing me around the arena’s backstage areas, talking about everything and nothing whilst roaming the shockingly empty arena. I say everything and nothing, and I mean it, from the best shops for tailored suits to what places along the road had the best coffee. For the first time I had a friend who I can talk to and know he knows what being a giant is like.

By the time André’s tour ended, Venka had come searching for me so I could be part of the interview with Driskoll and Gene, I managed to get out a quick ‘Goodbye’ to my fellow giant before leaving.

Playing my usual role, the enforcer, the intimidation device, it is my role to scare anyone who I’m told to. Before joining the group, me and my brother Kane worked as a tag team, the Lloyd siblings better known as The Celtic Warriors. From winning tag belts to being a damn human scare tactic.

Focusing back into reality I heard Howard ask Skull how we were doing as a team so far.

I stood behind Skull and Ven, puffing out my chest and crossing my arms to look bigger and scarier.

“You know something,” Skull’s silken voice the mark of a snake, “Howard, my girls have yet to have a match, but we are doing absolutely fine. In shape and ready to rock and roll, every single one of my girls is doing fine.”

“Just look at us,” Ven adds with a smirk, gesturing to her body, “Don’t we just look marvellous, Mr Finkel?”

Finkel smirks, “You could say that again, Miss?”

“Ven, although you can call me Pride.”

Skull glares at Finkel, almost daring the smaller man to try and flirt with his daughter.

Howard readjusts and focuses on the main point of new women in the WWF, “Uh, well, how soon do you girls think you’ll be seeing in-ring action?”

Skull looks at me to answer.

“Soon. Very very soon.” I growl as we leave the interview.

The rest of the day went by rather normally and quickly, Driskoll and Venka taking Helah and Everest with them back to the hotel, while myself, Bellona, Petra and Sydney stay behind to look at the other competitors as they leave.

Bel takes her cigarettes and a lighter from her bag, lighting up as she strides up to me and leans against the wall, puffing out clouds of smoke as she speaks, “Wassup, tall-ass.”

“I’m thinkin’.”

“Dangerous pastime hermana.”

“I know, Bell, I know. Hermana.”

“You addin’ to your phrasebook, Cassie?”

“Only the ones I deem handy to have.”

“Gym, tomorrow, me and you?”

“Gotta train, so yeah, gotta settle in somehow, right?”

“I’ll see you there, alright?”

“Adios, Bell.”

Bellona waves as she goes to grab a ride with the other two.

Bel is the only person who sees me as more of a sister than just a teammate. I look over at the door to the men’s locker room, soon one of those men will face me, now where is he. Putski, no. Rodz, no. Duggan, no. Zbyszko, yeah, he’ll do fine.

“Woah, watch where ya walkin’ lady.” A gravelly voice interrupts my thoughts as I turn to leave.

Lou Albano, oh geez.

Skull had warned me to avoid Lou, although with my gimmick being Gluttony I’m certain he’d jump at the chance to manage me.

“Sorry, Mr Albano.”

“It’s okay kid, you didn’t mean to do any harm, see ya around giantess.” Albano pats my arm as he leaves the arena.

I was still watching Albano, trying to figure out why he had acted so kindly towards me before feeling the hand on my shoulder and turning to be face to face with André.

“Hello Cas,” his soft smile returns, “It’s dark out tonight, maybe you would like to get a ride back to the hotel, I really don’t think a young lady like you should run the risk of meeting any unkind people out there.” In a strange way his voice calms me, the faint Ws replacing Rs and faint Hs of the French accent, almost like a father or older brother.

“I’m okay, André, thank you for the offer though, it’s very kind of you.”

He nods in response, saddened but curious, probably weighing the options of what I could do as much as I am, if I get a taxi my back will hurt tomorrow, but if I walk, I run the risk of getting followed or worse, I was already stabbed once in the past back in Carrickfergus. André pats my shoulder before sauntering off and leaving me all alone once again.

I don’t mind being alone, or rather I didn’t mind back when I worked with my brother, I was outcasted by everyone but him my entire life, our father working in a coal mine in Wales and our mother practically a single mother to two very active children, the only way she got us to stop wrecking the house was to make us train with David Finlay, a god of Irish wrestling.

I put my bag over my shoulder and started on my way back to the hotel, stopping to cover myself up with the shirt I keep wrapped around my waist, the sleeves long enough to hide my tattoos on my wrists, almost all of my sixteen tattoos are on my legs, except the two on my wrists, which I usually hide with tape when working.

It took around an hour to reach the hotel, walking through Philadelphia, a place I have never been before and am starting to hope I will never come back to, reaching the hotel and going straight to my hotel room, locking the door and getting ready to train.

I took off my shirt, shoes, everything except my underwear, starting with warmups and progressing into practising punches, kicks, knees, anything to tire myself, finishing up at just before midnight, showering and doing my nightly routine before falling asleep the moment I lay in bed.

On the morning of January 13th, Sunday, I woke up at six, turning off the radio alarm and stretching as I head to the bathroom, doing my morning routine and getting dressed in a short-sleeved orange shirt and black shorts, my mask for today is an orange and black chequered pattern heavy duty mask which I made sure goes down to the middle of my neck, I head to the local gym, taking my gym bag with me.

You meet all sorts of people in a gym, or so David had told me, back in Carrickfergus I would just train at his house, or at the club in Greenisland with his son or my brother. This gym felt like a whole new world, men from Georgia Championship Wrestling, The World Wrestling Federation and the National Wrestling Alliance. I scanned for faces I had seen last night, I waved to Volkoff, he smiled and waved back before focusing on his workout.

I headed to one of the heavy bags, ending up between Muraco and Valentine, two men André had told me about the day before. Muraco stops, whispering to a guy standing next to him.

As Valentine walks past he whispers to me, “Careful around Piper, he’s a wild man.”

“Hey, Cas, right? The girl André’s been talking about.” Muraco smirks as he continues his workout.

“Yeah, I’m Cas, André said that you’re Don Muraco.” I reply between punches, keeping my breathing composed.

“Yes miss, although you can call me Don, the giant’s been talking to the boys about his new friend and how you’re a ‘lady giant’ as he put it.”

The mystery guy, probably ‘Piper’, smirks at Muraco before clearing his throat and looking more serious as he looks at me.

“Yeah, I’m a giantess, it’s good to meet you guys, but, uh, who’s your friend, Don?”

Don wraps his arm around the slightly smaller man’s shoulders, “This is Rowdy Roddy Piper, he’s a bit like you, Celtic, Irish are Celts right?”

“Yeah, though I don’t think your friend is Irish, he’s too broad-shouldered to be Irish.”

“I’m Scottish, originally from Glasgow. Can’t speak Gaelic, but I can play the bagpipes.” Piper’s eyes light up, a sort of mad Scottish fire behind blue eyes.

“I’ll see you boys around, I’ve got some more training to do.” I walked off to the treadmills, trying to block out Valentine’s comment. Piper didn’t seem all too wild, or rowdy, but a man like him, muscular, proud enough to wear a kilt, he could spell trouble for me.

I finished up, sitting on the floor and wiping my face with my towel, looking up when the noise of footsteps stops in front of me.

“Yes?” I murmur while staring at Piper’s stupid grin.

“Show me how you fight,” He bent over to be eye-to-eye with me, “you’re new here, I wanna know how ya fight.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” He leads me to a boxing ring being used by other wrestlers.

Piper enters through the ropes, I test the top rope’s slack, tight enough for my purposes, I lean back and front flip over the rope into the ring.

“That’s new, no girls have ever done that around me before.”

“I’m twenty-six and a giantess with a gymnastics background.”

Piper scoffs and we lock up, hand to hand, a test of strength, he goes for a knee to the stomach and I counter with a stiff Irish whip into the ring post, a little too stiff.

“You’re gonna pay for that, lass.” Piper snarls, and suddenly I can’t tell if he’s actually angry or if this is just for show.

I size him up, calculating in my mind how high I need to jump, he comes at me for a high knee strike and I dropkick him, both of us crashing to the mat below, my head bouncing off the near rock-solid boxing ring, making my mask hit my throat and almost trigger my gag-reflex, my breathing gets heavier and I try to hide the impact from the rowdy Scot.

Piper’s up quickly and at my side in an instant, “Cas, you okay?”

I don’t answer, rolling onto my back and struggling to slow my breath. Roddy pulls me up, letting me lean against the ring post and goes to unbuckle my mask.

I push his hands away and unbuckle it myself, before I can stop him, he grabs the mask away and checks my face and neck, he winces and my heartbeat doubles at the idea of him wincing at the mess of scars.

“It’s okay, the cut isn't deep enough to cause much damage, you’ve just bruised up your neck if anythin’.”

“Gimme back my mask.” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

“No, I ain’t finished lookin’ at you just yet,” He smirks, “can I train with ya, whenever we see each other again?”

“Sure, if we see each other again.” I nod as I put my mask back in its place.

[furiarossa]

Tag 10 People You Want To Get To Know Better

Three ships: David Xanatos x Fox Xanatos (sometimes, x Owen), Hannibal Lecter x Alana Bloom x Will Graham, Demona x Macbeth.

First ever ship: Hmm... I don’t know? Maybe Hannibal x Alana? I started shipping characters very late.

Last song/album is: Adesso, Emma

Last movie: Inglorious Basterds

Currently reading: “Les chroniques de l'érable et du cerisier #1″

Currently watching: The handmaid’s tale

Last thing you wrote: A story about a child and a spider

What you're writing right now: Chapter 17 of a story about a transgender guy and a gay guy who are killed some people when they were 16 and are now being recruited by a very smart supervillain. It’s... complicated.

@lobotaker, @emyy250, @hawkstonedraws, @schizoauthoress, @lunartidesmagic, @evenstar8269, @littlebadwolf0721, @contra--mundi, @fandomsandwriting1

[aaronpullinteeth]

Been tagged in this twice now, thank you @schizoauthoress & @alanangels

5 songs currently on repeat:

1 : Erase Me - Bowling For Soup

2 : Blow Me - The Used

3 : Low Tide - The Wonder Years

4 : Sex Not Violence - YUNGBLUD

5 : Ass Man - Billy Gunn WWE Theme

More tags: @lilaviolet @riveliciousx @xxamorxexmortexx @braindead-virtually-tv and anyone else really.

[normal-horoscopes]

Caretaker, there was a line I saw on your blog a while back, to the effect of "Those who work in gardens know, it smells like shit where roses grow" which has been living in my head since. Is it original to you, so that I can properly credit if I end up making art based on it? Thanks!

YES THAT WAS ME

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

"Vampire landlord" Do with that what you will :)

Ahhh! I love this and I love you for sending it! I think I have an answer for you now, actually!! Remember way back when you actually sent me Seeds Of Unrest and I did that whole Edge x OFC x Christian thing? Well, hello to Yvette, Edge and Christian again.. This is kind of a newer / fresher look at it? I think we kinda.. danced around these three and this at some point on Discord and our talks actually inspired me to write this out for your answer. So.. Yeah.

There’s not really anything steamy here, just uh.. Heavy tension. That’s all.

Warnings:

Nothing, really.. Bear in mind that this is a vampire!edge & wolf!omega original character work, so things might... possibly.. get weird. Not in the sexual sense or anything, but like.. yes. Just weird. IE... The brood is portrayed here as an actual family coven of vampires.. And Luna is in a partnership with Gangrel.. And they’ve taken Edge and Christian in as their sons.. So it’s very much also a found family idea that I’ve had in mind for a while but never the guts to truly write..

Oh, wait.. yeah.. There are heavy hints that Orton is involved in this little tale somewhere, sooner or later... And it ends on a bit of a random cliffhanger, sorry!!

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee​​​​​​

@rampagewriting​​​​​​

@writertoo18​​​​​​

@thatnerdwriter​​​​​​

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​​​​​​

@chasingeverybreakingwave​​​​​​

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif​​​​​​

@sassymox​​​​​​

@heelchampbucks​​​​​

@hungmanhorsecarriage​​​​​​

@wardl0w​​​​​​

@ryantaylorgirl​​​​​​

@dilfmoxley​​​​​​

@hotyeehawman​​

@gabbynorth98​​

@bec0m​​

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​​

@daddyslittlevillain​​

@andie01​

@littlemsbliss06

@jayswhites​

@ghoulsworld​​​​

@uncrownedmox​​​​​

@gothcerulli

@linziland13 

It was a little after 9 pm.

That feeling of unease hadn’t worn off. I kept telling myself that Randy wouldn’t dare cross over to the vampire side of town. But deep down, knowing how insane Randy could be at times… I couldn’t entirely convince myself he wouldn’t if he didn’t want something bad enough.

Three sharp raps at the door of the little house had me jumping at least two feet into the air and scrambling for an old wooden bat that leaned against the door.

Something Luna’s son brought over just when it started to get dark. 

I could almost hear the dry tone to his voice then as he’d told me “If you won’t take a gun or keep a silver blade on you…” when he left it behind earlier.

Tiptoeing towards the window, I found myself peering through cheery red curtains and out into the darkness. In the distance, I could hear a lone howl and that had me tensing all over. The air felt heavy.

I was doing it again, letting my own fears get to me.

“The Alphas of our kind don’t typically come here. He isn’t lurking in the shadows. I need to get a grip.” I muttered it to myself, mostly to break the tension.

The door was being knocked on harder now.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hand shaking so bad I barely kept a hold of the wooden bat as I stepped towards it.

Sniffing the air had my body relaxing only slightly. It wasn’t the pungent and overpowering aroma of Randal or any of his pack mates come to steal me away in the darkness and drag me back to hell kicking and screaming that awaited me on the other side of the door.

Instead, I smelled old leather. Traces of copper that indicated that the surly man with the long blond locks who stood on the stoop must have just returned from either the blood bank or scouring the woods that lined the edge of the town square for deer or any other sort of game he could find.

It’s how they fed, Luna told me once. She never told me why and I never asked.

“Edge?” I questioned, my back pressed as heavily as I could get against the front door to the house until I was absolutely sure it was him and I wasn’t picking up on residual from his visit earlier in the evening.

“Yeah.” he answered.

I turned to face the door and took a few long and deep breaths to pull myself together. The bat fell to the parquet flooring with a quiet thud that seemed to echo all around the room and I rose to tiptoe, peering through the small pane of glass at the top of the door.

I wasn’t taking any chances. 

I knew I was safer here than I was on my side of town, but… I also knew just how calculating and ruthless Randal could be when he set his sights on something and got an idea in his head. I knew that mimicking scents wasn’t below him. Neither was doing something to potentially harm Luna and her family, then using one of them to gain entry to the house I was currently hidden in.

If he really wanted to find me, a silly little thing like unspoken boundaries and code of conduct weren’t going to stop him. Not that he’d ever had a code of conduct to begin with. Or common decency, anything like that.

,,to be fair  it didn’t stop you when you chose to go into hiding here, did it? You’re really only as safe as you choose to believe you are at any given moment. You know you’re putting Luna and her family at risk simply by being here. You know that sooner or later, Randal will find you. He is a monster, after all.” the reminder came just as Edge knocked a few more times, impatient.

“Just a second.” I finally managed to get the words out. I reached for the door knob and unlocked that, then I unlocked all 3 of the chain locks on the door and opened it just a slip, standing in it.

Edge stared down at me, arms folded over his chest. His eyes settled on the fallen bat nearby and he gave a dry chuckle.

“Is there something wrong?” I tilted my head slightly to gaze up at him, shuffling my feet. 

My heart started to pound. I was all too well aware of the tension that radiated off of his body and I knew exactly why. Working with Luna meant I got to hear things now and then. One of those things being Edge’s struggle with going to donor blood or animal blood.

I don’t know why, exactly, but I found myself wondering whether my blood smelled weird to him. I’d been working with Luna for over a year now and I still hadn’t grown accustomed to the scent of her if I were being perfectly honest. And being on this side of town…

The scent of death. Old and new. It mingled heavily in the air.

I wasn’t used to it at all. I’m not sure I’ll ever be used to it.

Edge’s teeth snagged on his lower lip and he cleared his throat, again, a sign of impatience.

“Luna sent me over for tonight.” he explained as he nodded to the room behind me, indicating that he wanted to come inside. I swallowed hard and eyed him, shaking my head.

,, He’s not a threat to you… At least not in the way Randal would be right now.” the thought lingered and while I knew that, there was also this lingering air of danger and mystery that seemed to roll right off the man standing in front of me.

He left me unsettled.

I couldn’t figure out whether that was a good thing or a bad one, either…

After the tension seemed to get thicker to a point where I found myself breathing erratically, I stepped aside and let him into the living room. Edge shut the door behind him and sank down onto the sofa.

I sat down at the other end. Very careful not to invade his space.

The dim glow of the television set filled the room and silence seemed to settle in until he spoke up again.

“Luna had a bad feeling. Thinks you’re in danger.” Edge explained, almost immediately falling silent again. A thoughtful look on his face. I didn’t dare ask what was on his mind. I didn’t dare say what was on mine, either. But the thought was weighing down on me heavily.

,, Oh, I’m in danger alright.. In danger of crawling right out of my damn skin at any second because I can feel my heat beginning. Thank god I have my suppressant patches and I got away from my side of town in time...” just the mere thought had my face burning hot and I didn’t dare meet his gaze. I cleared my throat and spoke up.

I got the distinct feeling that I probably didn’t want to hear his answer, but I knew I had to ask. I had to know if Luna had been feeling off all day too.

“Did she happen to mention why, exactly?” I asked the question in a series of shaky breaths.

My heart pounded harder against my chest. My mind filled and spun with the possibilities. Had Randal and his pack mates found out where I currently hid?

Edge eyed me and shrugged. “All she told me was that she felt like you were in danger tonight.”

I couldn’t help but stare at him out of the corner of my eyes. Studying him intently, searching for any possible hint whether I’d just caused problems for Luna and her family. Edge’s chuckle drew me out of my thoughtful daze.

“What?”

“You. You do realize if we wanted you dead or if we wanted to turn you, you’d be one of us or  dead already, right?” Edge shrugged as he mentioned it.

I nodded. Dragging my hands through my hair, I spoke up quietly. 

“It’s not so much you guys as it is… The threat me being here poses to you all.” I fell silent, grumbling to myself and pouting a little when Edge nearly doubled over, laughter so hard that he shook a little.

He stopped and the laughter died away. His eyes roamed over me slowly. Carefully.

I tensed and gulped under his gaze. If I thought my cheeks burned hot before, they burned so much hotter now under the gaze. He was moving closer to me.

“You really think we can’t handle a pack of mangy animals?” Edge asked the question as he shook his head in amused disbelief.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I…” I stammered, nervous. Getting more nervous with each second that passed. Because he seemed to get closer.

Sitting taller.

My eyes left his and settled on his mouth. The faintest hint of blood at the corners of his mouth a very real warning of the danger he was to me.

But the animal within didn’t seem to care.

She felt amused. Satisfied. Curious. And oh so dangerously attracted to the vampire sitting to my left. ,, almost as equally attracted as she was to his brother, who’d come by earlier, right after he left the first time..”  the knowledge of this had me curious. Wondering what was up with that. Telling myself that it was probably just purely physical.. But knowing that was wrong because for whatever reason... I felt this.. Pull... to both men.

I realized that Edge wasn’t the only one moving closer around the same time that the side of my leg brushed against his and the door was being knocked on, yet again. Edge raised a finger to his lips and muttered quietly, “Shhh. Don’t move. Stay put.” as he got up and strode over towards the door.

I tensed even more.

Not that I’d ever fully felt the tension leave my body. Just changing… From one form of tension to another.

I watched that front door like my life depended on it, only letting out a few long and ragged breaths when Luna’s other son Cristian stepped into the room.

And while I may have relaxed slightly, I was still in control of myself enough to know that either way I sliced things currently, I was still in danger.

,, but you’re safer here in this little house on this side of town than you are on your own. Here, you have freedom. You’re not just some little breeder who is frowned upon because she stubbornly refuses to breed with the first Alpha to pay her a passing glance… ”  

If that Alpha had been anyone other than Randal Orton, I may well have caved in.

Cristian cleared his throat and flashed me that megawatt grin, immediately flopping down on the right end of the couch after walking into the living room. He sprawled out, an arm going around the back of the couch lazily.

“Looks like you’re stuck with two stiffs tonight, princess.” Cristian teased, giving me a playful little wink as he held my gaze for more than a few seconds. I couldn’t help but stare right back at the man.

Edge grumbled to himself but flopped down onto the other side of the couch. I tried to focus on the television, on anything but the… sheer magnets pull I felt to both brothers.

I could feel the two glaring daggers at each other over my head and on more than one occasion, I almost spoke up about it. 

“Blondie here thinks we’re afraid of a few little mangy mutt assholes, Cris.” Edge chuckled, a teasing look when those almost golden brown eyes locked on me. I shifted around in my spot between the two of them.

“I never said that.”

“You did. I mean, kind of.” Edge explained, chuckling in amusement.

I needed to catch my breath. Pull myself together. Cristian’s hand brushed against my shoulder and the touch felt like an icy jolt. His arm remained around me, pulling me into his side just a little more, brazenly.

Edge’s leg was pressed against the side of mine and that jolt only doubled. And if I thought Christian were being more brazen and the bigger flirt, I was mistaken, because Edge’s hand settled on my leg, giving a squeeze almost playfully.

 I pulled myself off the sofa and spoke up.

“Popcorn. I think I’m going to go get myself some from the kitchen… Yeah… that’s what I’m gonna do.”

And as soon as I said it, I hurried out of the room as fast as my feet would carry me. I needed to pull myself together. Catch my breath. I couldn’t even think straight between the two handsome men... And that in itself was a very, very dangerous thing right now.

[seeminglyseph]

If I understand this correctly... Rain and Viridis, 😊

😊 five times my muse almost smiled at yours, and one time they did

The first time Rain’s new to Vesuvia and still not sure about the atmosphere and he accidentally makes eye contact with Viridis and thinks he should probably give a pleasant face for the introduction but he throws himself too far off guard and he can only nod and greet them.

The second time he took too long to get the joke, not being as quick witted about this sort of thing as his brother, and by the time he understands that they’ve made a joke he’s too embarrassed to bring it up.

Third time they lent him a book and he got so flustered and caught up in the idea of the book that he forgot to fully thank them without a distracted look back to his hands, his mind fully away on the story he intends to read.

The fourth time he’s beginning to worry they think he’s a snob because they’re laughing and it’s definitely funny but he doesn’t know the other people around him and he feels very sure it’s a joke he’s not supposed to laugh at because he doesn’t know the other people and doesn’t know if the joke is directed at him.

The fifth time he doesn’t remember fully because he had a concussion and mostly remembers that Viridis encouraged him to keep talking about the stories and magics he was interested in so he would stay focused, but he was also throwing up and not feeling good so he couldn’t voice his appreciation properly.

When he finally does get to express himself properly, without getting too tangled up in his own anxiety Viridis had smiled themselves and understood the toll anxiety could take. He was finally able to let them know he appreciated them.

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

Thots & Shots: Kevin Owens, Jeff Hardy, and... Kenny Omega (just because I feel like being a troll). :P

Kevin Owens - zero, zilch, nada, nein... that man could literally beckon me with his finger and I’d be entranced... I mean.. 3. Because he’s moody and hot and like.. I’d have to have at least 3 drinks to work up my nerve. And convince myself I am not potat.

Jeff Hardy - zero, zilch, nada, nein... That man could breathe around me and BOOM. Preggo...  I mean, 2. Because he’d pour on the charm so thick that I’d be ready to go before I even got the second drink all the way down. And honestly, if he wanted me, I don’t know I could hold out for the two drinks... oops rip.

Kenny Omega - I need ya’ll to know this. There is no amount of alcohol in the world that would make me get with Kenny Omega. None. He just does not appeal to me, not even slightly. I admire the hell out of his wrestling skills, I tolerate him in kayfabe, but I am... Not attracted to the guy at all. I can see why everyone else is, but that’s more Kenny for ya’ll, ya’ll can happily take him.

[ send me three character /actor/ wrestler/ musician names and I’ll tell you how many drinks it’d take to make me get in bed iwith each one ]

[debbiechanclub]

📍- They narrowly escape a perilous situation, for anyone you like! :)

Alex would immediately go get a fucking drink.

I'm thinking Callie would go for sweets/junk food, what do you think @hotyeehawman? 🤣

Ask me how my OCs would react!

[kat8porgs]

tbh I get "villain" vibes from you sometimes... but you should also know that I LIKE villains. :)

I mean. Yes. Of course.

[snarkwrites]

headcanons for being Derek Morgan's roommate (Criminal Minds)?

Ahhh I love me some Derek. I mean... who doesn’t though? Bearing that in mind, I honestly went the platonic friends with little spicy moments route here. It is what it is, I just really hope you like them!

[ tag squad ] - if you want to be tagged. add yourself to my doc or tell me. otherwise, you’re not getting tagged.

@kyleoreillysknee 

[ tag list doc | masterlist | about page | ask box status : open, accepting anons, taking headcanons for characters/oc’s (nsfw or themed or whatever) and fake fic titles, of course. send them in! i don’t bite.. i mean unless you ask me. ]

┎ At first, he did flirt with you a little. This was before you answered the ad for his apartment’s spare room. When you showed up at his door, he joked that it was destiny. You brandished the paper slip you’d torn off the flyer he put up at the bar you + the BAU tends to frequent. “Sorry, it’s more like... A roof over my head. But it’s cute that you believe in destiny, sir.”

-- “Derek. I’m not that old.” - this may have lowkey turned him on just a little though. He’d absolutely die before admitting it, but yeah.

┎  You moved your stuff in later that week. And it didn’t take long at all for the two of you to sort of fall into step with each other, despite your crazy work schedules. One of you or the other always has left overs waiting in the fridge after a long night and there’s always coffee brewing first thing in the morning.

┎ You two have seen each other naked so much by accident now that it really doesn’t even faze either of you anymore. But that first time, whew... You were so rattled / flustered that you nearly bought the entire damn shower down. Which of course only had him tossing you a cocky wink.

┎  You’ve met his team mates. And they seem to be under the impression that sooner or later, you two will make thing official. They don’t realize that you two are basically just two platonic friends who happen to live together and happen to enjoy flirting and testing each other on occasion. JJ is hell bent on there being something going on between you two. It’s hilarious, the amount of times one of them has teased him and he’s merely shrugged it off.

-- but that goes without saying, this is undoubtedly the most STABLE of any kind of relationship you’ve been in. And yeah, Derek pouts and does the intimidating thing when your date shows or he knows you’re getting ready for one. And you do it right back to him. You two depend on each other’s ‘better radar at detecting bullshit people’ when it comes to matters of the heart.

┎ Game night with the team is always fun for at least a dozen laughs. And with you two both being natural born flirts, you’re not really doing anything to discourage your friends ‘thinking’ about you two.

┎ You fight over the radio. A lot. Derek prefers jazz and smoother r&B and you like stuff like The Weeknd or pop. 

┎  He is the BEST person to help you deal with sadness of any kind. He likes to snuggle and he’ll gladly do so.. After bringing home a pint of your favorite ice cream and a few of your favorite horror movies. You two love picking apart the plots. Derek also likes to analyze the villians / killers / paranormal entities and you always wind up picking arguments with him in laughter, to ‘test him’, as he puts it. 

┎ You’ve almost kissed before but both of you looked at one another and went “NAH.” before laughing and bumping noses just before you pulled away from being so close. Which made it even funnier to you both for some reason.

┎  You steal his clothes anyway. Because you can and you like his dress shirts.

[saphire-dance]

Saaaaph, I don't need ANOTHER fibercraft to eat up my time! (saves the fingerweaving PDF anyway) XD

I know. I just spent the last 3 days making new pin looms. I should be maxed out on fiber arts and yet.

[phoenixtalion]

schizoauthoress replied to your post

My first thought was ‘who is that Yoda-looking motherfucker? what is this?’

ancient jedi teachings

[thecharles]

schizoauthoress replied to your post: Also, I'm for sure alive and still a real person

I am glad you’re still here. /hugs

Thanks, Vonn. I try to maintain a presence because I care about you folks who are still around

[darlington-v]

3rd degree burns. Stella Liebeck got 3rd degree burns on her groin because McDonald’s kept their coffee at 190 degrees (F) at the time. 😬

Also, thanks for answering the "the *what* lawsuit?" question... I try to get to those who ask, but when the reblogs surge it can be tough. 💗

YEAH?? I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE SOME REALLY SERIOUS BURNS but i wasn't entirely sure! thanks!

but yeah!!!! of course! :D i like giving information whenever i can and like! clearing misinformation if i can

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Well, darlin... if you're gonna make it that easy to complete the band babies set, then... B, E, D for both Drew McIntyre and Heath Slater. 😘

EEEE. I love you for sending me the other two band idiots to complete the set. This not only satisfies my perfectionist thing, but like.. I love them? So fuck yeah, let’s do this.

After this, B E and D are off the table for Drew McIntyre and Heath Slater/Heath Miller.

[ send me wrestlers and letters and get back filth ]

Warnings:

Sexual content. You’ve all been warned. Minors, if you continue to read, you do so at the risk of your own innocence. 

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting

@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif

@sassymox

@champbucks

@hungmanhorsecarriage

@wardl0w

@ryantaylorgirl

@dilfmoxley

@hotyeehawman

@gabbynorth98

@bec0m

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

@daddyslittlevillain

@andie01

[ faq | masterlist | tag list doc ]

Drew McIntyre;

b - body, favorite part of his partner’s body and his own body

I don’t think he’d be able to pick just one part if he really loved someone. If I have to choose, I’m going to say that he’s into mouths. A great smile and a nice mouth really get to him. Particularly if the mouth in question is attached to really deep / bright / soulful eyes. So eyes and lips, you heard it here. It’s the lowkey romantic in him, me thinks.

e - experience, how much experience do they have

He’s got a good bit but.. he’s constantly picking up more. He’s willing to keep learning, keep doing whatever it takes to make sex with his partner feel amazing. Mind you, in saying this. Drew is hella picky.. So most of this experience is with a handfull of people, tops.

d - dirty secret, what’s a dirty secret they have?

Cock rings. That is all. Do what you will with that context.

Heath Slater;

b - body, favorite part of his partner’s body and his own body

Heath is into more or less what’s on the inside as opposed to what’s on the outside. If you’re a good person and you’re open hearted, chances are, he will wind up strongly attracted. Aside from this, he does have thing for hair. Loves to play with hair, so.. yeah.

e - experience, how much experience do they have

Heath has experience. He doesn’t have a whole lot with different people, because he tends to find one and stick with them, but. He’s always into trying new things with those partners lucky enough to be chosen. But he definitely has experience.

d - dirty secret, what’s a dirty secret they have?

If you want mindblowing, toe curling sex... Pick a fight with him first. Get all passionate and shouty and in his face about something. Will definitely bring that dominant side of his front and center, me thinks...