#[ texasrcttlesnake ]

[twcbelts]

*      if  becky  were  to  have  anyone  as  a  father  figure  in  wwe   ,   it  would  be  st.eve  au.stin  .  he  was  definitely  one  of  the  quote-unquote  old-timers  who  would  teach  her  ,  guide  her  ,  praise  her  .  she  admires  him  greatly  ,  and  definitely  looks  up  to  him  ,  feels  indebted  to  him  in  many  ways  .  she  even  learned  how  to  do  his  signature  stunner  from  him  .  even  where  baby  roux  is  concerned  ,  she  always  refers  to  him  as  grandpa  steve  for  the  young  girl  .  she  has  been  known  to  even  have  him  in  the  audience  or  behind  the  scenes  when  she  has  matches  .  

[brothersgrim]

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@texasrcttlesnake​ asked:

♡ hubs 💕 

“Something quiet.” He says, leaning back. “You and me deal with too much bullshit, I want it to be just the two of us. Think we can take the bikes,” he reaches for Steve’s hand, “pack some food, some drinks, and just ride. You bring that guitar, see where the roads take us. Stay out til we get tired.” He’s fiddling with his husband’s fingers, now, turning that shiny ring round, and round, and round. “Be home in time for dinner if we feel like it. Get something on the way if we don’t.” Then he smirks, tugging Steve in for a kiss. 

“And when we get back, break in that new limo. Vince ain’t gonna mind, right?”

[sailorvinusmoved]

my god... blond vi is too powerful... hot vi summer is just killing a man and serving LOOKS

not gonna lie

when vi flips his hair and passes by men

they pass out

the blond paired with the heavy, smoked eye makeup? can u believe a legend?

[pxrticlexfgxd]

@texasrcttlesnake - Liked for a starter!

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Scouring the halls for what seemed like HOURS, he didn't dare give up despite his growing boredom and ANTSY demeanour. He was a man ( a disfigured man ) on a mission, and that mission was simple: remind Steve Austin that they could be, indeed, FRIENDS.

"He thinks we're not friends, just wait," Ominous mutterings to any outsider, but really he meant no real harm.

Upon finding the glorious plaque upon Austin's private ( unfair ) locker room door, he opened it and stepped in, brown bag of fast food in hand held by MANKIND.

"Hey, Steve!" Was that too formal? It didn't matter! Mankind nonchalantly set down the bag, now revealed to have a bright, golden ' M ' stamped on it, and grinned behind his brown mask.

"Cactus Jack and I went to get food and I brought you back something. I don't know what you like, so I got you what I usually get. Oh, and can you do me a QUICK favour--?"

[blackasteriia]

Victim

|| @texasrcttlesnake​ || 

Starter here x 

well, he’s certainly placed stranger bets in his time. damn mule kicking contests could leave a man penniless if he wasn’t careful. ah– what the hell, he was in a good mood and the kid looked serious about it. elbow down on the table, steve wiggles his fingers in invitation.

“c’mon then. i gotta warn ya though, i ain’t gracious in victory.”

He took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. The man wasn’t lacking in musculature, through the shoulders, chest, or arm. Pure mass favored him. Undeterred, Xion clasped his hand. Her small palm vanished in his grip. Xion nodded to indicate she was ready. 

He had incredible strength-- for a human. Didn’t budge Xion’s hand an inch though. She glanced-up, mouth curling into a knowing grin. 

[straiightfiire]

@texasrcttlesnake

the tightness in her chest had yet to fade from what had happened on raw a few days ago. green stained her hands as a reminder of what she was going up against and the flashes in her vision only fueled her more. it was like a bull being paraded around, red silk capes being waved in his face -- and like that bull, becky found herself charging in anyway she could. 

the training room was a sin and an escape. it was intoxicating her as time dripped between the cracks in her facade, it didn’t matter that she was the only one there. brown eyes stayed focused on the bag in front of her and her heartbeat and shallow breaths were the only things echoing in her head alongside the commentary and asuka’s shrieking taunts. all she wanted was for it to stop. 

[claraoculos]

“i really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” // ruby

She blinked twice, as if the words leaving Steve’s mouth were the most idiotic thing she’d ever heard. “Pops... it’s only eight thirty. If Domino’s isn’t open, I’ll fling myself into traffic.” Ruby teased, giving Steve a wink in jest. The emerald haired female pulled her iPhone out of her pocket and fired up the Domino’s app, looking to see if they had any deals. “Because someone who’s name rhymes with Cleve Boston likes to eat the leftovers when I fall asleep. ... I’m gonna order two larges. I’m paying, by the way. You got the last round.” Ruby quickly added the two large pepperoni pizzas, some cheeze bread, and a two liter of diet coke in case they wanted to drink something other than Broken Skull IPA.  “They should be here in about.... fifteen minutes.” Ruby flopped on the couch next to Steve, putting her phone on the coffee table. “What’re we watchin’, now?”

@texasrcttlesnake

[localmagicalboi]

✨ ❝encounter.❞ | steve & vi.

✨ @texasrcttlesnake​ yeets this @ u ! ! ! ( source. )

❝Sorry about that, I... Yeah. I'm sorry.❞ God, he just wanted to go home. Everything was fine and good until he encountered folks that made him feel, well. Awkward. Still, he had a job to do! His duties came above everything else, no matter his own personal feelings about the environment around him. Virote presented the garment. Black leather, Austin 3:16 present with a skull. Crafted well. Sturdy.

The skull seemed to be the most improved part of it. More care put into the cut of it. Less sloppy. More details in the teeth, too. ❝Nothing too crazy, I just refined what you already had. I like it, though. Very you.❞  Then, he held it out. ❝Let's try it on, yeah? I can make adjustments right here, if I need to. And, if there's something you don't like about it, don't be shy to tell me. I'm... Uh. I'm still learning, yeah.❞ A pause. ❝I just started working here. My name's Virote Srisati, figured I'd introduce myself since we'll be seeing a lot of each other.❞

[queenofgone]

texasrcttlesnake replied to your photo: texasrcttlesnake: @queenofhartsxo for rock’s extra...

@queenofhartsxo say what you will about his movies but this was absolutely his finest acting

//you are not wrong! @texasrcttlesnake

[twcbelts]

                              𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐘  𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇   &   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍  .

[brothersgrim]

“You can put your head on my lap, you know. You look like you’re about to topple over from exhaustion.” // hubs <3

LOVE STARTERS

He sighs heavily. He is. He's so tired. He knows he needs a rest. He's mortal, now - he thinks - and it's strange. He's not used to it. He didn't think he'd need to be. He didn't think he'd ever be... Well, human isn't the right word. His mother always told him that people with their blood had never been human. But he was alive. ... He decided not to bother himself with the semantics. Whatever else he was, he was fucking tired. His limbs felt like concrete, his eyes hurt...

This wasn't Hell. He'd been to Hell. He could handle Hell. This was worse.

He's - pardon the pun - dead on his feet. He stares at the stack of paper on the kitchen table. Then he looks through the doorway to Steve. He's got so much left to do. He always had so much to do. But Steve's offer is enticing.

Aw, fuck it.

He sighs and shakes his head before slumping over to the sitting area. With all the ceremony in the world, he flops over onto Steve's lap. Full weight.

You asked for this, Austin.

[chyna9]

Stone Cold Wonder

The arena was exploding as DX stood in the middle of the ring. They had already mocked and humiliated midget Stone Cold Steve Austin and were soaking up the boos. Hunter and Shawn walking around he ring being all derpy while Chyna, the amazon who was like an immovable object stood firm, looking like she was cut from stone than mere flesh as her imposing figure observed all the happenings in the arena.

“You know, Austin you really are the worst. If you had something gonig for you, by now you’d expect to show up.“ Hunter said amid laughing.

“I don’t think that’s possible because he probably is stone cold drunk!“ Shawn commented as if he had said the funniest thing in the world and the two frat boys high fived each other.

The entire arena sat with abated breath, wondering if Austin would indeed show up or not.

@texasrcttlesnake

[pxrticlexfgxd]

Smile BEAMED bright when Austin moved for the bag, and Mankind shuffled ever so slightly on the spot with anticipation. He knew it wasn't tampered with ( what would he achieve from that? ) , and yet he had the idea that it was. Like when a cop car drives by and you worry for no reason.

"See? I TOLD you you'd like it!"

Better than an ' I told you so ' , he supposed. Or maybe they were the same thing.

"Do you know Jane? Oh, I'm sure you do!" Hard not to, considering her relation to CACTUS FUCKING JACK. Unhinged, she was. But still his niece. He guessed it ran in the family... forgetting Dude, of course. He was just cool.

"Can you look after her for a while while we're gone out?"

Did Mankind just ask STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN to babysit his niece, who's old enough to look after herself? Yes. But he wasn't concerned about her. He was concerned about everyone else.

To be fair, he could understand if Austin was weary at first. She had an affinity for pain, and that knew no bounds ( learned from him, probably, and he was PROUD ) . Especially in regards to starting fights.

"Just for a few hours at best. I already asked Rock, but after she ACCIDENTALLY beat his ass last week, he's not going to. Which leaves you! What do you say, BUDDY?"

pxrticlexfgxd‌:

If there’s one thing Steve Austin and THE ROCK had in common, it was that animosity and venom towards Mankind. As if the unhinged man behind that mask was an ABOMINATION ( he was ) , but deep down he was just a guy doing what he was good at.

Right now, he was being good at… doing whatever he was doing now. Getting pops from the crowd? He was working on the minute details. Besides, his mind has been occupied recently! He’d been playing babysitter for Jane, and that shit got tiring QUICK ( he was still very proud of her ’ unhinged ’ title, don’t get him wrong ) .

“Just look in the bag, Steve! I think you’ll find yourself pleasantly surprised,” Voice was light, but still full of that usual whine or agitation. He was ALWAYS ready for a fight, and even though he wasn’t here for that, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight back.

“Okay, maybe my BO is pretty bad,” Don’t sell yourself like that, Mankind. “But there’s a lot of space in here, and I’ll change my shirt if need be. But there’s no reason to be a rude SOB about it.”

Perhaps calling Stone Cold Steve Austin a son-of-a-bitch to his face was a BAD idea, but if there was one thing Mankind excelled in, it was bad, bad ideas.

“Cactus would’ve joined me, but he’s a little… occupied,” Ominous, and honestly even he didn’t quite know what that meant. “About that favour–?”

austin’s patience was wearing thin. that wasn’t new, but mankind had a special way finding his last nerve and tap dancing on it. stinking up his locker room and his shrill insistence that he open the greasy paper bag was just the latest. still, there is a snort of mild amusement, and steve is just tipsy enough to entertain the fool.

“i promise ya, if this is a bag full of spiders, i’m fit to be tied and your ass is eatin’ every last one of ‘em.” taking a few cautious steps forward, he places the beer can down on the bench next to the bag. unfolding the shirt from his shoulder, austin tugs it on over his head, then cocks his head curiously.

“ain’t no reason for you to be a smelly son of a bitch neither!” he bites back. “soap and water, i know you’ve heard of it.” austin lifts his arms, gesturing in a circular motion beneath one. “shit works wonders. ask cactus to show you how.”

steve rolls his eyes, snatching the mcdonald’s bag off the bench. he holds it down and away from his face just to be safe and slowly opens it. pulling it closer, he takes a peek inside and… huh. no family of rabid spiders, just fries, a hamburger, and to his delight, a tiny batman toy. mankind had just bought himself a few more minutes.

reaching in for a handful of fries, steve crams them into his mouth and raises an eyebrow. he knew better than to ask questions he didn’t want the answers to and, quite frankly, he didn’t really give a damn where cactus was. one less idiot crowding up his space.

“yeah? spit it out.”

[blackasteriia]

“ have a drink with me. ” // xion does not get a beer

Miscellaneous Sentence Starters 

|| @texasrcttlesnake ||

Xion stamped her boots out on the mudroom rug, knocking sand and dirt from the soles. She toed off the shoes, leaving them by the door. In her socks she padded into the funeral home kitchen. The wall clock ticked and midday light warmed the tile. Sweat stained her shirt and left a sheen on her legs. Steve sat at the table, nursing a condensation soaked glass. They shared a mutual grunt of greeting. Xion washed her hands in the sink. The water ran red and brown with clay from the yard. She scrubbed beneath her fingernails then dried her hands on the dish towel. Her stomach rolled with hunger but ‘Taker was still working. She’d wait for him before she got lunch. 

At Steve’s invitation, Xion glanced over her shoulder at him. Paid him real mind for a second. Dressed in jeans, t-shirt, boots, and with his head fresh shaven, he smelled like soap, like he just showered. He reached across the table and put down a glass tumbler. The glass collided with the wood with a dull ‘thunk.’ From a tray of partially melted ice at his side he placed a few cubes in the glass then beckoned her over. A quick, fluttering gesture of his hand, impatient. Xion approached the table and sat across from him. The chair legs scraped as she pulled it across the floor. She tucked her feet under her. Steve picked-up a pitcher of ice tea and poured her a generous serving. 

Xion lifted the glass and sniffed the contents. No waft of alcohol, he was drinking it straight. He also didn’t look hung-over, no dark circles under his eyes or shake in his hands. Steve extended his arm with his glass in hand. Thin eyebrows lifted in anticipation. Xion picked-up her own glass and clinked the edge against his. After the toast she tipped it against her lips and drank. Tasted of fresh lemon, too much sweetener, and over steeped tea. After a few hours in hellish dry, Texan summer heat, the chilling respite made up for it. Xion glance at the clock as she took another long swig-- she had time to get a shower before ‘Taker came back. Xion pushed to her feet. Wonderful, her shirt was starting to chaff anyway. 

[straiightfiire]

@texasrcttlesnake​ continued from here ♥

“you know i ain’t no fuckin’ narc, “ she said, placing herself strategically in a seat nearby, propping her feet up and grabbing the closest beer she could and popping it open. after tossing back a swig, she couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“ what’s bringin’ ya back ‘round these parts? “ she said, looking around the back stage of the arena, “ you decidin’ to grace us with your presence tonight? “

[excellentexecution]

@texasrcttlesnake​ submitted:

i’ve had this saved for an absurd amount of time. thanks for giving me a reason to share it! bdc and hitman make me so SOFT ♥️♥️

// I won’t even lie, I just about cried when I saw this! What makes you soft, my precious darling, makes me soft. There are no words as to how beautiful a simple hug can be. Just... LOOK at the embrace!