#*aggressively points at Ambrose*

[theindescribable1]

Have some Nightmare before Christmas costumes, catching up on my last prompts.

I had to. I love Ebrose so very much. This is beyond perfect. And yes I posted this at 1am my time. Help.

[yourlocalmysticalvoid]

Adamandi fandom I made a thing of how I think the adamandi characters would sign their name

[buzzbuzzwhs]

Lauren after the Save the Triplex event last night.

[ziptiesnfries]

i am Thinking about roux and ambrose tonight. i'm not sure what i want to Do with them but i am Thinking.

tbh it was kind of a mistake to make ambrose a mad scientist. he was pretty terrible at it, which was kind of the point, but i feel like it's not really his style. what i'm more interested in is him being a villain, or some other brand of Guy With Lots of Power, who is absolutely fascinated and delighted by this pint-sized redhead who hates his guts.

like... i'm not exactly sure what types of roles to put the two of them in, if i bring them back, but i know the dynamic will stay pretty much the same. ambrose is still like "uwu you're such a sweet little buddy who i want to care for and protect (as long as you don't actually upset me)" and roux is still like "shut the FUCK up i'll kill you"

i have somewhat of a scenario in mind, and i'm worried it's too similar to another major project i'm writing, but it goes something like this: ambrose is some type of mob boss or villain, and roux and their team get caught trying to fuck with his plans, and all of them are captured and tortured for information. ambrose hadn't planned on being very involved with the whole process - he's not usually one to get his hands dirty; he pays people for that. but he finds himself fascinated by this tiny little redhead who still has the nerve to swear at him and spit in his face, even after being waterboarded and beaten. he just has to know more about them - whether roux likes it or not. (and they very decidedly do not.)

[mundoperla]

Vincent Sinclair with a shy S/O

One day a bunch of teenage boys come and there openly flirting with her, while she did the job for Bo since there was no females to flirt with.

She came back to Vincent aggressively painting nude paintings of her in explicit positions something he’d never do because he was too shy. Catching her watching him, he finally did what he wanted to do out of anger

Sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do nsfw if you don’t want too <3

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEGI

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.🔞

Vincent Sinclair x shy Fem!Reader

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— Despite your reserved shy nature, you’ve got someone who’s the exact same eating that act up behind the scenes.

⚠️‼️tws;; creepy ass dudes saying creepy ass things, brief mentions of violence, vinny boy having indecent thoughts abt you, p in v SEX👺, fingering kind of??, overstimulation, basement sex too ig u could call it

i want him so bad

Lester hand already let you and his brothers know another group was being directed to Ambrose so guests were expected at some point in the day. Bo had asked you to stay at the station while he went back to the house to retrieve a few things, you understood what to do and what to say, how to be even just the smallest bit comforting despite being aware of what was to come to the unfortunate few who were to step foot into the town.

The loud honking of a car horn had startled you from the mindless scrolling you were doing on your phone, looking up through the glass doors to see a group of boys roughly around college age in the vehicle. Two of them had gotten out and walked into the shop, the usual ask of a fan belt was brought up and you got to your fake search for one.

“ Are all the girls around here as fine as you are? “ one of them whistled at you, you could feel your stomach drop in disgust but you merely laughed it off and continued to stay on the subject of the fan belt they needed. Reluctantly trying to swerve into a different conversation just so that the comment could be forgotten.

“ Hey come on now, he asked you a question and you’re not gonna answer ? How ‘bout once we finish up fixin’ our car you come out with us ? ” The second one stood straight behind you, his eyes were glued to you which made your anxiety worse.

“ I don’t think so. There isn’t a fan belt here it looks like.. try the house further up the road, not that far of a walk from down here. Bo should have spares up there. ” at this point you just said fuck it to trying to remain calm, you were screaming on the inside looking for every excuse in the book to get these fuckers to piss off.

Despite your efforts, they kept insisting that you leave the town with them to go who knows where. The last three guys in the vehicle outside poking their heads out to gawk at you like the pair inside. You were exhausted, tired, and you wanted more than anything for them to leave.

But most importantly, you wanted to see Vincent.

You weren’t too sure where he was or what he was doing, you naturally felt too afraid to bother him whilst he could be working. But god damn did you need to see him right now.

Luckily for your sake, Bo had came back. He could tell by your body language that you were uncomfortable, giving you a look of what could almost be described as worried.

“ You can head out, Vincent’s probably in his lil’ cave. I’ll take it from here.”

• • •

Vincent’s hands trembled as he hastily sketched onto the sketchbook he had flat on his desk. He felt sick at the thought of any of those men eyeing you down.

He wasn’t upset at you for anything that had transpired, he was upset that your timidness was turning him in at the most inconvenient time.

Bo had buzzed in to let Vincent know what had happened, to which Vincent was furious for but he also wanted to be there for you while it happened.

But of course, his mind wandered.

Would you cower if he made a bold comment towards you? Would you stutter on your words if he called you gorgeous? Would you do all of these while he made you writhe on his-

This was dirty.

Your shyness was always adorable to him, one of his favorite things about you to be exact. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of these raunchy thoughts so instead he uses his own abilities to get as close as possible to seeing you in your most vulnerable.

His head could only be filled with mental images of you in positions he couldn’t even name. His hands merely transfering it onto the paper in front of him, ripping each page of his sketchbook out onto the floor to later shove in a folder somewhere where nobody could ever see but him.

For fucks sake, now was an inappropriate time to be aroused. Yet his own desires persisted leaving him more frustrated than before. HE deserves you, HE’S the only one who should make you flustered and leave you stuttering. You understand this too dont you?

Would you still be shy if he had you stripped entirely for him on his bed? when he had you bent over his lap as he curled his fingers inside of you? Jesus the mess you’d make on him would drive him bat shit crazy. He’d completely shatter you in fromt of all of those men to show who you belonged to. He can’t stop this, god he needs you so terribly bad it hurts. Won’t you-

“ Vincent? ”

His head snapped to his left where you were standing. He didn’t hear you come down.

You picked up some of the sketches from the floor and stared at them, the same familiar blush creeping up on your cheeks the more you looked as well as scanning the page he was almost completed with. Vincent was relatively open with you about many things, but never with sexual topics out of fear you’d be disgusted.

All he could do was look at you, unsure of how to react by being caught drawing his own set of ‘material’ of just you. You’re equally as flustered as he is, however you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as he was.

You open your mouth to speak again but you’re immediately cut off as Vincent slams his sketchbook onto the floor and tosses you up on his table, hurrily moving his mask up to reveal only his lips to clash into your own. His calloused fingers are roaming your legs and all along your torso, everything is moving so fast you’re completely left with no room to cower. His mouth moves down from your jawline to your neck, further down as he begins to practically rip apart the shirt you were wearing, coincidentally it being one of his own.

“ Hey- H-hey Vincent! ”

Your words go through one of his ears and out the other one, he needs you now and he’s tired of waiting. He’s still pissed off from earlier, he needs to mark you, leave your brain scrambled so you can only think of him, let you and everyone else know who exactly it is you belong to. His long black hair drapes over his masked face, pooling through your fingers as you grab a handful of it whilst he continues to rip apart your clothing, leaving you completely bare on his table.

He’s struggling with his jeans to get them off him all whilst trying to scoot you closer to the edge. Once he’s fully put of his own garments he wastes no time inserting himself into you.

Vincent wont wait for you to adjust to his size, he’s rutting into you like a man possessed. His hands are squeezing your hips tightly, leaving deep purple bruises in their place. The mask still left his lips uncovered, enough for him to bite and kiss at your chest and shoulders.

It felt like the tip was battering the inside of your cervix, with every thrust it felt as if he was fucking all the air out of your lungs. There was only so much you could do in this position — let out one pathetic whine after the other as your boyfriend completely obliterated you.

Where can he cum first? your face? your stomach? your back? in your mouth? keep squeezing him the way you’re doing now and he’ll fill up your cunt with his load until he’s completely run dry.

Vincent purposely edges himself, he won’t let himself have his own release until he feels like you’ve had enough of your own.

You’ve came for him more times than you can count, your pussy feels so sensitive the more he rips another orgasm out of you. You’re well aware he’s enjoying the sight of his pelvis and his thighs covered in your juices.

All the pretty sounds you let out are his notion to keep going, flipping you on your stomach to have you bent over for him, one hand still firm on your hip whilst the other lands occasional slaps onto your ass. You’re gonna stay down here until he’s done.

Or at least until another buzz of the radio comes in.

“ Three on their way to you, last two’re at the house with me now. Be ready. ”

You can feel Vincent squeeze you ince more before pulling himself out of you begrudgingly. The sudden feeling of emptiness causing you to whine.

He wasn’t done yet. He had more to do with you.

Your hands manage to reach out to grab the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him in for another kiss. Despite his previous behavior this is what flustered him the most.

Putting your semi-torn clothing back onto you, he carries you over to the mattress he had settled in the corner of his workspace. He began to walk to tbe stairs to handle the guests that would be arriving soon, just before leaving he hears the ting of your voice;

“ When you get back let’s continue where we left off! ”

•••

[saibug1022]

No Longer You

Word Count: 2k Characters/Relationship(s): Asterin Nightbloom, Tyril Starfury, Tyril x MC, Mal Volari x MC, Aerin Valleros x MC, Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury Genre/Tags: Angst, Hurt no comfort (yet), aggressive parallels A/N: This miniseries is very heavily inspired by Epic the Musical and therefore the Odyssey. This part is inspired by, shockingly, the song No Longer You. The series should be three parts so stay tuned.

Part 2, Part 3

“How could we have left him?!” Imtura exclaimed.

“We didn’t leave him,” Nia said, seeming just as angry as the warrior. “She kept him there.”

“Who is ‘she’?” Mal asked, his grip on Tyril’s shoulder tightening.

Tyril sighed, looking up from where he’d been sitting on a large boulder with his head clutched in his hands. As soon as the light had faded and they realized Asterin wasn’t with them, the whole group had fallen into a panic. None of them seemed to express fear nor grief in the same way which only sent them into a downward spiral thanks to the chaos seeded among them.

Tyril had fallen back into the same methods and emotions he’d used when Asterin disappeared: desperation. His mind was already shuffling through every story, legend, and even rumor he’d ever heard. Unfortunately, only one fit the situation.

“’She’ is Asin,” Tyril answered. Nia and Aerin must have came to the same conclusion seeing as Nia stared firmly at the ground and Aerin crossed his arms. “A rarely spoken of goddess. Scholars have always been conflicted as to why, but she was sentenced to fall in love with any who arrived on her island, which is also its own realm. Those she falls in love with are trapped there until Nilfira decides to intervene. It could have been any of us, but Asterin must have been the one she fell in love with.”

“Maybe you didn’t notice but none of us can realmwalk,” Aerin pointed out. He glared at Tyril like it was his fault they were in this situation and Tyril barely resisted the urge to leave him in a ravine. “How are we supposed to get to him?”

“Even if we could realmwalk, it’s impossible to find Asin’s realm,” Tyril retorted.

“So what, he’s just trapped there?” Mal asked. Tyril put his hand over Mal’s. The other man was clearly holding back tears and Tyril was in the same sitution.

“No, no way, I refuse to accept that,” Imtura scoffed. “There’s nothing you can’t find as long as you look for it. There’s always a course to plot, we just need a map.”

“You can’t plot a course through realms,” Tyril said.

“She may be right,” Aerin realized.

“Really?” Imtura replied.

“Maybe we can’t plot a course, but we could if we knew where it was,” Aerin said. “There is one man who may be able to find it for us. The Seer of Andreas.”

“Speaking to the Seer of Andreas drives people insane,” Tyril argued.

“Unless you have the proper motivation,” Nia added. “Think about it. Every story where people survived speaking to the Seer they were motivated by something other than power: Agnarr the Red wanted to protect his clan, Lianna was there with another only to fulfill her oath and uphold her honor, Perin was there for duty, and Ambrose for love. We’d be there because we love Asterin, not for power or glory.”

“Would that be enough?” Aerin questioned.

“It has to be,” Tyril replied.

It was an awful plan. But it was no worse than some of the other plans they’d had, including charging into the Shadow Realm headfirst while missing a member of their party. That plan had resulted in saving Morella. Perhaps this one could save Asterin, a task infinitely more valuable.

“I need you to stop talking myths and start talking facts,” Imtura spoke up.

“The Seer of Andreas can see everything,” Nia explained. “He doesn’t just see the future he sees every possibility of the future and the past. Most people who talk to him are driven insane under the weight of what he says assuming he even speaks to them. But a few have survived.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mal nodded and squeezed Tyril’s hand, standing up from the log. “Where is this Seer?”

“…another realm,” Nia admitted.

“So we’re back on the Realmwalking problem,” Imtura sighed. “Does anyone know where Valax went off to?”

“Actually,” Mal hesitated. Then he pulled a small cloth from his belt, that when unwrapped revealed a small vial of something red.

“Is that blood?” Tyril asked. He stood up to examine it closely and came to the conlusion Mal was indeed carrying around a vial of blood.

“It's Asterin's blood,” Mal clarified. Each of them stared at him in silence. “What? He gave it to me in case of an emergency!”

“He didn't tell me that,” Tyril said, looking at the vial over Mal's shoulder.

“Nor I,” Aerin agreed. “Why would neither of you say anything?”

“He made me swear to secrecy,” Mal explained.

“And thats the promise you keep?”

“Okay you know what you little sh-”

“Would you two stop bickering and focus?” Nia snapped. “Your jealousy issues come later, we need to find the Seer.”

“Can you use the blood to open a portal?” Imtura asked. Nia took the blood from Mal and clutched it in her hands like she could feel Asterin within it.

“I suppose we’ll find out,” Nia said

Not a day later their entire party spilled onto the ground of a cavernous temple. The entire inner chamber they’d fallen into was carved into the stone of whatever realm they were in. The ceiling was held up by stone columns, the stretches between them made of a white crystal that reminded Tyril of the archive in Undermount. There was not even a hint of light other than the teal fire in the braziers lining a walkway.

The walkway extended halfway over a pit so deep it seemed to be a void, a void with more turquoise light curling in tendrils, all arcing toward one figure. At the end was a figure partially obscured by shadow. He was tall but incredibly frail, wrapped in simple hooded robes.

“You made it after all,” The Seer hummed as they all scrambled to their feet. The seer turned around and Tyril felt a shiver run down his spine. It was an entirely involuntary reaction to something Tyril couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was how the Seer’s face was obscured by his hood, washing his face in shadows. It almost looked like he had no face, if not for his eyes glowing green. “I suppose I should welcome you to Andreas.”

This was it. If they failed here either Asterin would be lost or they’d be too mad to look for him.

“Great Seer,” Nia stepped to the front of the group and held out her hands in a gesture both placating and awed. “We humbly request your guidance, we desperately need help fin-”

“I know of whom you seek,” The Seer replied. Every word he spoke was completely flat and emotionless. It wasn’t apathetic, something more like tired. “I only wonder if you do.”

“What does that mean?” Imtura asked.

“This is not the first time your party has made it to Andreas in search of your friend,” The Seer told them. They all exchanged glances of varying confusion, alarm, and curiosity. “I only wonder which friend it is you seek.”

“Asterin?” The Seer continued. “Yet which version of Asterin? Asterin of Riverbend? Asterin Nightbloom? Asterin Volari? Asterin of the Great House Nightbloom? Asterin Starfury? Consort and Prince Asterin Valleros? Asterin, Avatar of the Dreadlord? Asterin of the Ash Empire?”

Each name felt like a punch to the gut. Many he could not pinpoint but of course he could a few. Asterin Volari. Asterin Starfury. Mal was breathless beside him and Tyril’s mind was spinning. Asterin Valleros. Aerin was wide eyed and conflicted. His eyes sparkled with hope and fear all at once. Avatar of the Dreadlord. Nia looked sick, Aerin along with her.

“Maybe it is not Asterin at all. Is it Raine? Aurelian? Va'or? Odette? Maiele? Myrdan? Aemyraithe?”

“Great Seer, we do not know these names,” Nia claimed.

“You do,” The Seer replied. “Though perhaps not you. Tell me then? Which name do you want to find?”

“Asterin,” Aerin said. His voice was tinged with desperation that for once aligned his interests with Tyril’s. Even Mal looked the same.

“Which Asterin?”

Each of them hesitated. Asterin used the name Asterin of Riverbend and Asterin Nightbloom interchangeably. The wrong name could lead them to man they didn’t know.

“You do not even know yourselves,” The Seer realized. “I cannot blame you. There are more Asterins than you could fathom.”

“Right, and you can see them all?” Mal snarked.

“I see everything, Mal Volari,” The Seer tilted his head. “I see your desperation, I see you recklessly offering your life to save your friends, I see Mal Starfury and Mal Nightbloom, I see how you look at Asterin, I see the light leave your mother’s eyes and I see your fear that one day you will be in that bed yourself with your loves standing over you with faces unchanged.”

Mal looked like he’d been slapped as his legs nearly gave out. Tyril found it difficult to breathe as he stared at him. Mal had spoken of his mother and how he’d sacrifice himself for Tyril and Asterin in a heartbeat. He’d even tried before. But the last piece was something Tyril had never even guessed.

“Mal…?” Tyril’s voice was barely a whisper but Mal still looked at him with an apology clearly on his lips.

“I see you Tyril Starfury,” The Seer continued. “I see blue turning to gray, I see you alone in a cold palace, I see you at a warm hearth with family by your side, I see your Dinvalir’s fear as she is frozen, I see you standing alone against the shadows, I see Tyril Volari, I see your Uluvalir screaming for you in chains, I see your dread as your failure strikes and cuts down those you love.”

His failure. Kaya. Alone and with family. Asterin tortured in that dungeon. Tyril had to tense his muscles to keep from shaking where he stood. He felt empty, as if his mind had fallen over the edge of the walkway and into the void.

“I see you, Aerin Valleros,” The Seer said. “I see how badly you wish to choose a name of your own, I see how you cling to your beloved, I see how badly you want to change but I see your fear you cannot, I see your eyes turning black, I see you standing over your silver haired elf with red staining your hands, I see your father’s grief, I see you watching a wedding you will never experience.”

For the first time in his life Tyril saw tears in Aerin’s eyes. He stumbled back but his knees still gave out, leaving him kneeling in defeat.

“I see Asterin Nightbloom cradling his brother in his arms,” The Seer warned. “I see his eyes turn black as he sits upon a throne of shadows, I see him scream as he lays waste to Morella, I see him burning with light from the inside out, I see him blessed in a home with the men he loves, I see a flaming sword in his chest, I see him bleeding on a dungeon floor, I see him on the edge of a cliff as a woman pleads with him to return.”

Tyril’s sword fell from his hand onto the stone. He absorbed every word but could not fathom any of it. Nearly every road for Asterin ends in tragedy. Why him? Asterin deserved to have everything he wanted and more. Not only had he saved the realms, but he saved the people around him. He brought light to shadows, literal and metaphorical. How could the Light not repay him in kind?

“I see every one of these worlds,” The Seer. “I will begin your journey by leading you to Asterin Nightbloom. But I will not tell you which path you are on. The world you live you must choose. Pray you choose correctly. Pray that at the end of the path, you are the same person who stepped onto it.”

[stat1cstarz]

“You drive me crazy”

Vincent Sinclair X Fem! Reader

Description:During the summer months,many families and couples would camp outside of Ambrose. And because of Vincent’s risky behavior,that gave him an idea

Credits to @xslashers

They are a great writer,and I’m very grateful they allowed me to write this. This post was inspired off of their NSFW alphabet for Vincent Sinclair. They are a great writer,so please shoot them a follow,and check out their posts! ❤️

Includes: p in v, exhibition kink,oral( f receiving ),soft ending,soft smut,romantic Vincent,possessiveness mentioned

Minors do not interact

Vincent had a duality to him,he was an overly possessive lover.Never daring to let you around his brother Bo,in fear of you leaving him in favor of the more attractive twin,the twin that didn’t have horrific scars. But he was also risky,a major turn on for him was taking you in public area. He lusted not only over you,but the idea of people knowing you belong to him,and they couldn’t touch you. Which is what lead to todays events…

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You and Vincent were walking side by side,hands clasped tightly together. The moon waxing above your bodies,the pearly brightness creating a satiny affect on Vincent’s smooth black hair. You were walking through the deep woods outside of Ambrose, you two were caught up in each other.Your aroma was intoxicating to Vincent, forming a ball of desire inside of him.

“It’s so pretty out here Vinny” you said,trying to sound as innocent as possible,while trying to flirt as well, the prettiest view was of course him..

After a while of staring at each other, your hand cradled in his strong grip,you came across a small wooden sign. It pointed to a small camping area, it was littered with cabins,tents,and RV’s. It was a hotspot for families,and a lot of people. Vincent removed his mask, underneath the wax prosthetic he had a look on him,way different than any other. That looks was way more prominent than ever before,his blue eye holding a piercing gaze,cutting through you like a sharp blade.

After the amount of time you guys spent together, you knew what he wanted,you gave him a nod,signaling you knew what he wanted, and you wanted it to in fact. That nod alone made the bulge in his pants grow bigger,it now straining against his black overalls. He pulled you down the gravely trail of the camping area,it was sectioned off based on where certain stuff was allowed. He took you to the tents only area, there was a small car parked out front,and two tents.

Toys were strewn about the land,suspecting their to be a sleeping family. Vincent stopped in his tracks,slipping his hand underneath your jaw,craning your head to look at hm. He softly caressed your cheek,laying gentle kisses on your lips. In response,you did the same, but more aggressive than him. You locked your arms around his shoulder,giving him rough kisses on his scared lips.

It didn’t take long for you to end up on the hood of a strangers car,his strong hand digging into your soft thighs, the other slowly rubbing your clitoris. “I need you Vinny” you whispered. Those words alone was all he needed to hear from you,he unclipped the overalls,letting the rough fabric drop to the ground,with his boxers. He grabbed your ankles,pulling you to the edge of the car,working your pants off as well.

He held your pants and underwear over his broad shoulder,as he kissed your bare pelvis and hips. After laying loving kisses to his muse,he slowly slipped himself inside of you. No matter how slow he was going,it took you a while to get used to his size. He was more long than anything,but still had some girth to him.

He felt your wet walls massaging him,as he gripped your thighs, thrusting inside of you at a rough pace. His balls being placed snuggly between your asscheeks,before leaving once again,in a pattern. Unholy sounds erupted from both of you,heavy groans coming from his mouth,his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He signed to you ‘I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself, I love you so fucking much’ his singing made your heart swell,as he continued his pace. You heard rustling coming from a tent,but Vincent held onto your head with his hand,making sure you only looked at him. After a while,it was finally quiet,only some quiet talking coming from a tent.

That encouraged you guys to keep going, this time he pulled out of you,stuffing himself back into his boxers. Just when you thought you were done,he lowered himself to your clitoris,licking long stripes over your puffy clit,shoving four fingers inside your hole, more than what you were used to. The pleasure made your toes curl,your lips turning a deep rose color.

After a while,he retracted his tongue,afterwards you seemed tired as hell,he put his clothes back on, as well as yours. He carried you to a nearby lake,setting you on his lap,your legs dangling off a wooden dock. He gently massaged your inner thighs with his cold hands,calming the burning redness.

[multi-lefaiye]

OC CUDDLING SCALE TAG GAME

Rules: Rate your OCs based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled.

i had to do this right away immediately :3 ty @vacantgodling for the tag <3

with no pressure to any of y'all, i tagggg: @albatris @skitzo-kero @void-botanist @anexor @astral-runic @vampiresdrinkfruitjuice @drawnecromancy and anyone else who'd like to do this :D!

i decided to do this with the Modern Ghost Story crew, because they're on the brain.

on a scale from 0 (prickly cactus lookin ass) to 10 (god of cuddles), we have:

Roach: 4/10. Roach would be cuddlier if they weren't so deeply uncomfortable with being held or touched by most people. A lifetime of neglect and a history of abuse has made Roach... prickly, let's say. They're just not comfortable letting people that close to them, and would say no on principle id you asked. If you did cuddle with Roach, they would have to be lying on top of you or spooned up behind you, so they don't feel trapped. I think it could be a nice experience... if they were willing to try it.

Syd Ambrose: 6/10. Syd is a cuddler, but they're an anxious one. They're a very self conscious person in general and worry so much about the other person's comfort that it makes it hard for either of them to relax. If you can reassure Syd and calm them down, they're a fantastic cuddle partner, and they make an excellent, cozy pillow. If they're not totally calm, though, expect a looooot of fidgeting.

Oliver Cox: 7/10. Oliver is a great cuddler, I'm not sure what else to tell ya. He loves giving and receiving hugs, and his hugz feel fantastic. And if you're cold, he'll let you borrow his sweater. Really, he only loses points because he runs very hot temperature wise, and it might get too warm very quickly. Also if you're allergic to cats, good luck, all of his clothes have cat hair on them.

Yara Key: 8/10. Yara is a fantastic cuddler. Practically award-winning. She's super physically affectionate with those she cares about and not afraid to show it. And when it comes to cuddles, she's a champ: warm, cozy, and comfortable. She's also more than happy to let you be the big spoon if you want, but she's also happy to do so instead. She only loses points because she will not stop talking to you during it, so if you're looking to nap together... that's not happening. Chatter with the hot girl snuggling you.

Vincent Cruz: 9.5/10. The only reason he doesn't get a 10 is because no one is perfect. You wouldn't know looking at this grumpy, repressed farm boy, but he's a fucking amazing cuddler. He's a bit less openly touchy after his sister's passing, but he's always happy to give hugs to those who need them, and he's the, like, epitome of Physical Touch as a love language. If you're down, Vincent's giving you a hug.

and as a bonus:

Vulture: 1/10. Do not cuddle Vulture. And not even because he's a ghost, but because he's a creep and an asshole. He's the kind of guy who'll make a lot of snide passive aggressive comments about your weight and appearance while snuggling with you, making it clear his fatphobic ass is doing you a ~favor~ in his eyes. He still gets one point in case someone might be into the whole undead bad boy thing, but his unpleasant personality works against him I think.

[redwolf17]

sorry to be a bother but do you think you could refresh my memory on who the ladies-in-waiting for arya, rhaenys, cersei, margaery were/are? the recent chapter where we got more info on sansas ladies got me thinking

Oh boy, this is going to get messy. For the sake of time, I'm just going to copy paste the notes that I have for each set of ladies.

Margaery's ladies at Winterfell

Alla Tyrell: likes to sing, shy, plays woodharp, fond of Ser Tallad the Tall, but unlikely he'll win her... still, her parents are giving him time to prove himself before arranging a betrothal to someone else; age is same as Sansa roughly

Meredyth Crane: always has a funny tale, likes hawking; a few years older than Margaery

Wynafryd and Wylla Manderly

Alys Karstark

Catelyn Bracken

Arya's Ladies up North (ages as of tourney of Winterfell August 301)

Catelyn Bracken- age 19, betrothed killed in WotFK???????? Rides horses and LOVES prayer

Wynafryd Manderly- 20 in 301, 23 in 304 (baby Wyman born mid March 303; got pregnant early January 303, due at end of September 304)

Wylla Manderly- age 13 (Davos guessed her age wrong in canon; thin high voice; likes poetry and sewing albeit with bright colors)

Cornel Umber (girl, age 16, named for mountain flower; betrothed to a Burley (clans); likes sewing and trad fem stuff? Hint that Hoarfrost will expect same when Arya flowers and puts away her wildling nonsense?)

Alys Karstark (16, a tall, skinny, coltish girl. She weaves her brown hair into a braid and has a small bosom. The pale girl has a long face, a pointy chin, blue-grey eyes, and small ears... stubborn, determined, pushy! But likes to sing and excited for marriage/kids/running a keep)

Rhea Royce- 20 in 301; lost her husband to a tourney accident not two years after they were wed (no kids)

Rhaenys's ladies

Obella Sand -> Uller, 16, betrothed to Bors Gargalen; will serve Rhaenys for a few years before she weds. loves poetry (also writes it), Reach chivalry = YES!!!! Catnip for her! She's middling at cyvasse, daydreams, prefers to sleep late, despite her betrothed, still crushing on every handsome youth her age in sight, but smart enough to only flirt, stay chaste

Elinor Tyrell: willowy, witty, likes to read, newly married to Alyn Ambrose, heir of his house; age 18; has Elinor read aloud often; she's good at it; used to serve Margaery

Megga Tyrell: fat, loud, enjoys kissing games, sewing, bad singing voice, betrothed to a Bulwer cousin; she's 17; used to serve Margaery

Cersei's ladies

I don't have notes for them, partially because they mostly came up earlier, partially because Cersei really doesn't give a crap about them as human beings versus as servants and pawns

But here's their introduction in the fic:

Jocelyn Swyft was meek as a mouse, and gullible besides. She'd told Sansa quite sincerely that the recent rains were the gods weeping for Lord Tywin. Cerissa Brax did needlework in a haze, when she wasn't reading from The Seven-Pointed Star. The War of Five Kings had taken her father and two of her brothers, and she was deep in mourning. Melesa Crakehall and Darlessa Marbrand were more shrewd, but if they saw the queen's odd behavior, they refused to acknowledge it.

Melesa was a brisk, big-boned woman, the wife of Ser Lyonel Frey. How on earth old Lord Walder Frey had managed to wed his son Emmon to Genna Lannister, Lord Tywin's only sister, Sansa did not know. However the marriage happened, Lady Genna had never left Casterly Rock, though she had given her Frey husband four sons, including Lyonel. Melesa had quite coldly told Sansa that she was lucky to serve the queen, considering her brother's treachery against the crown and her own disrespect.

"Madness is no excuse for such vile behavior," the lady told her, aggressively stabbing her needle through the brindled boar she was stitching. "The laws of the Seven do not apply to traitors."

Darlessa Marbrand was even more ill-tempered, with her constant jibes about the barbarity of northerners and their demon gods. Despite her hostility, Sansa pitied her. Lady Darlessa was the widow of Tygett Lannister, one of Lord Tywin's younger brothers. Her husband had died of a pox years ago, and she had lost her only son in the bread riots. Nor did she seem to enjoy serving Queen Cersei, who was demanding and gracious by turns. So Sansa let the cruel words pass over her, and focused on her stitches.

I think I gave her a couple of other ladies later on, Taena Merryweather after Meria left and a few others who came/went pretty quickly. 

[melrose012]

Favourite moments / segments masterlist: Part 2

Rolleigns

1. Actual children

2. Seth tapping that ass tagging himself in 

3. Seth dry humping Roman in the middle of the ring

4. Seth thrusting his hips towards Roman during a match

5. A heated moment

6. Hold my hand

7. Bratty Seth. Daddy Roman

8. Roman is gorgeous. Seth is affected

9. A sweet moment

10. Finding strength in each other

11. Title be damned. Roman is hurt

12. Teamwork

13. Friends stick together

14. Handle with care

15. Roman likes to go commando and Seth is shook

16. Seth thinks he's the man. Roman wants him to prove it

17. The messiah meets The tribal chief

18. Roman blushes as Seth points out how good looking he is

19. Aggressive compliments

20. The honeymoon phase

21. Carpool karaoke

22. Roman announces he is in remission

23. The way they look at each other

24. The audacity!!!

25. No words needed

26. You'll always be my little brother

27. Seth plays with Roman's emotions on SmackDown

28. Oh...OH!

29. Royal Rumble 2022

30. Roman eliminates Seth from the 2018 Royal Rumble Match

31. Victory hug

The Shield

1. Dean ‘mobile phone dispenser’ Ambrose

2. Reunited

3. I hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave

4. Dean Ambrose issues an open challenge for his United States Championship. Mark Henry answers it

5. Dean is being over-dramatic, Roman's eye is hurting and Seth's just annoyed

6. Dean and Seth celebrate with Roman after he wins the Intercontinental Championship

7. The Erik Rowan mask debate

8. Dean sings 'The ballad of Ziggler' while Roman tries his best to keep a straight face

9. Arriving in style

10. First WrestleMania

11. Dean...DEAN!!

12. What's my name?

13. Roman and his boys

14. Debut

15. Double-Triple Powerbomb

16. Nah

17. Dean's dance and Roman and Seth's hug

18. Dean was just trying to help

19. What are you gonna do Vickie, spank us?

20. The Shield are NOT PONIES!!

21. The Shield get arrested

22. The Shield show Brad Maddox who's boss

23. The Shield powerbomb Braun Strowman through the announce table

24. Temporary reunion

25. Seth's going grey, Dean's going bald and Roman doesn't want to accept it

26. Dean's little dance when Roman riders him a drink

27. Dean's ninja roll out of the car

28. Survivor Series 2017

29. This whole segment

30. Dean disscusses his chest hair

31. TLC 2012

32. Royal Rumble 2014

33. The Shield arrive in a tank

34. Slammy Awards 2013

35. Dean headbanging to Braun Strowman’s entrance theme while Roman and Seth just act like nothing is happening

36. Seth's impressive move set during their match against The Wyatt Family

37. Roman’s hurt, Dean is worried and Seth is trying to keep Dean calm

38. The Shield reunite [temporarily] to Triple Power Bomb Randy Orton through the announce table

39. The Shield re-group after their match against Evolution

40. The Shield celebrated Dean's United States Championship win

41. The Shield celebrate Roman and Seth's Tag Team Championship win

42. Three man pin

[tiredspacedragon]

For that ask game thing you reblogged:

31 and 32. Three favorite male names and 3 favorite female names. I like hearing people's opinions on this.

Oof, these are both hard but for opposite reasons. There are so many women's names I think are gorgeous, so it's hard to narrow it down to 3 I like the most. Meanwhile men's names are just really, aggressively bland 95% of the time. I can't think up enough for them! Here we go though!

31: a) Conor. I like Conner and Connor as well, but I favour the Irish spelling in particular. I'm fond of the sound of this one in general, but part of why I like it is because it was almost my name. It didn't make the final cut of course (no actual name of mine will be appearing on this list for privacy reasons, but I do quite like my actual name), but in some alternate universe out there, my name is Conor, and I think that's neat.

b) Ambrose. This one has a long, complicated history that I honestly don't particularly want to get into, but suffice to say it's the name of an OC I've been carrying around for more than a few years now :P

c) Cal, or any variation thereupon. So Callum, Calvin, etc. I'm not crazy about this one, but it's one that I keep coming back to as one I solidly like. I'm just a sucker for hard C's I guess.

32: a) Forsythia, shortened to Thia or Thea. I don't honestly know why I like this name so much. The Forsythia bush is a very pretty plant, but I have no special connection to it outside my fondness for the name. I just really like the sound. If at any point in my life I have a daughter, this is what I would like to name her. I would love a little Thea.

b) Kira. Yet another where I can't articulate exactly why I like, but this one has always stuck with me since I first heard it. It has a good balance of elegance and sharpness to it, I suppose. And yeah, another hard C/K name, big surprise.

c) Any variant of Sab, so Sabrina, Sabine, Sabina, Sabryn, etc. Something about these is just striking to me. Maybe it's that it almost sounds like they were derived from saber, which I'm fairly certain they were not, but the point stands. I feel like they stand out.

[catsketgames]

[holding u at wax-point] Who does everyone main in Mario Kart and how would yoy describe their playstyles?

AUHGHGHGHGHGH

erebus mains shy guy. keeps a shell on him 24/7. kart user.

genesis mains bowser jr. stays in the back places on purpose for item boosts. bike user.

aeron mains rosalina. tokyo drift king. lots of flips. bike user.

dorian mains the female villager. doesn't really get it but he has a good time. lets his loved ones win. bike user.

adonis mains daisy. very quiet player. always ends up at the top. kart user.

ambrose mains inkling boy. falls off a lot. says it's a strategy to get the little guy to take you up further. kart user.

kayn mains dry bones. very aggressive actually. freak. bike user.

[tricobicoart]

su half agate si au 3: amnesiac chaos trio mae aka i need a shorter name for the tf2 mae au that still emphasizes that she got amnesia

summary & ramblings between me & atlas under the cut!

Basically mae takes a big hit to her head & a little to her gem (which may or may not be related to Medic fiddling w it when they find her & stopping immediately when it starts to crack like "oopsie", haven't decided yet), loses all her memories past landing in the danvs universe & giving less shits/relapsing into depression self-destructive habits, is taken in by the mercenaries, and then is super suspicious when apollo & dan show up to rescue zer

ath: SHE GETS IT ALL BACK EVENTUALLY BUT NOT BEFORE WHEN THEY COME FIND HER & ARE AGGRESSIVE TOWARDS/OPPOSE THE MERCS SHE GETS SUSPICIOUS & AGGRESSIVE AND THEN SHE HAS A NIGHTMARE ABT THE TWO GROUPS HURTING/KILLING EACH OTHER PERMANENTLY & IS LIKE "WHY WAS THAT UPSETTING I DIDN'T EVEN KNO--HMMMMM"

atlas: EVIL!!! ABSOLUTELY DETESTABLE/LH YOU KNOW APOLLO FUCKS THE MERCS UP A FEW TIMES BEFORE THEY GIVE UP ON KILLING HIM AND MAE IS LIKE "STOP HURTING MY FRIENDS!!!" AND DAN IS LIKE "YEAH! STOP HURTING US!" "WHO TF ARE YOU TWO?? YOU'RE NOT MY FRIENDS, I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU!!"

ath: KJFSDGFKLJG YEAH EXACTLY!!!! LSDJGK MAE, WELL-VERSED IN STORY CLICHES AND HOW MANY OF THEM HAVE APPLIED TO HER LIFE(COUGH COUGH ENTIRE SU SERIES COUGH COUGH): NICE FUCKING BRAINWASHING TRY, PEOPLE WHO ARE CLEARLY MY ENEMIES JUST TRYING TO GET ME ON THEIR SIDE!!

and then later back at the base she's like "that scrungly guy was kinda cute tho" engineer: what adjective did you just use to describe him??????

atlas: JDSFHJKSDFGHJKHSDGJHSDGSDHFGSHJDFG apollo, leaning towards dan and whispering: should i tell her that i can actually control minds? JKHGDFJHGSDFJHGSDFHGFS ENGIE JUST "what in tarnation"

ath: JFJDSLKJGLKJH Dan: Don't see why not SPY JUST WALKING BY GOING "what horrid ""tumblr"" phrase did you spew at him this time"

atlas: SLAJKDHJUKASDFGJHDFGGHJDFGHGJDFGHSJDFGGHSDF Apollo, just boosting up his 'charm', walking towards Mae with a cocky grin: oh sweetheart, if i wanted to mind control you, i already would've done it. <3 KJHDSFKJHSDGFJHSGFDJFGSDJHDGF "i just said the scrungly guy was cute!!!" ".....which one is that supposed to be?"

ath: Mae, finger and thumb on her chin: As terrifying at that statement is, it is true. *grins rudely* You especially coulda done it when i was beating your ass earlier.

"bsdf--wha--THE SCRUNGLY ONE OBVIOUSLY!! WITH THE SCRUFF AND SCRUNGLE!!"

atlas: APOLLO JUST WHEEZING AND SPUTTERING BC GDI, HE LOVES THIS ASSHOLE/POS "OHHH, the short, irate one with bad facial hair?" "HES CUTE!! IN A SCRUNGLY WAYYYY!"

ath: SDL;GKHSGH YEAH AND HER GRIN'S LIKE. BARELY MENACING BC SHE'S CLEARLY SO PROUD OF HERSELF FOR THE ROAST/POS JSHGKLJSF LKMAOOOO MAE GETS HARASSED FOR AHVING MEDIOCRE TASTE/J/LH

atlas: APOLLO KNOWS HER TOO WELL!!!!!!!!/LH/HJ ADHKDDJKDDHJDF MAE POINTING AT A PICTURE OF AMBROSE: if my taste is bad, what does it make yours?

ath: YEAH!!!!

KDGJNJFGKFDSLJGKFG SPY JUST SPUTTERS

atlas: SPY CAUGHT IN 4K

So basically Mae gets taken in by the blu mercs, they become fond of each other, she graduates from on-base intern to in-battle backup to a scout(they nickname her Flanker or Midfielder to tell the two scouts apart), sometime along the way they meet Apollo & Dan, and then the events of the comics happen after the chaos trio gets separated again by some plot device or another. Also zhe definitely fuses with Scout at one or more points, and maybe some other mercs.

[ripcrispyblonde]

This will definitely expand as I flesh out Huntercorp Jess more.

Jess’s mother is the CEO of Lifeline Contracting, a company that has a variety of physicians for anyone’s contracting needs, particularly jobs that hold a lot of danger to ensure that medical care is started immediately. Growing up, Jessica felt a lot of pressure to meet her parents expectations. Being a top doctor in their company was the only option she had ever seen for herself and she was punished from a young age for bringing any grades home that weren’t perfection, because they could have been. All of her free time was spent studying and at church as her mother is a devout catholic and made sure her children were too. Volunteering and charity galas filled nearly every weekend and Jessica really can’t remember a time where her mother’s company wasn’t thriving.

When Huntercorp started to gain traction, Clarissa Moore saw opportunity for another company to contract her doctors to. As a result, Jessica was sent on a mission with Sam and Dean Winchester to prove the handiness of having a trained doctor with aggressive wound care and surgical training there to start early intervention on hunting related injuries. Her first case alongside the Winchesters led to her early intervention saving Sam Winchester’s life after a brutal wendigo attack. The younger Winchester found himself rather smitten with her, and his interest led John Winchester to take the take solidifying the ties between the two major companies to the next level.

A mutually beneficial agreement was made. Nurses and doctors that are paid by Lifeline Contracting are trained as agents in Huntercorp. They have to prove they can take care of themselves during hunts because they are there on the scene to bridge the gap of care between an on the job injury and the hospital. Helping with the monster killing part isn’t their primary function, but they are all trained to assist as getting results is the most important part of a job. To solidify the connection of Huntercorp and Lifeline Contracting, and as a sign of good faith for what would become future conglomeration of the two companies, Jessica Moore and Sam Winchester are set to be married.

While Jessica was a little iffy on the concept of arranged marriage, and pretty upset that her parents seemed to think she was nothing more than a bargaining chip, she finds Sam to be an absolute dreamboat. She falls in love with him almost instantly. She is a well-mannered, gracious woman with a brilliant mind and no intention on her life not meaning something through saving others. While she can be a bit on the shy side, she will comment on those not following God’s will, especially when it comes to sexual promiscuity, as Jessica still held her virginity when she and Sam were set up for marriage. Particularly, she is pretty vocal about Heidi and Mick, as the two do not even try to hide their relationship as it goes on and the office affair is downright despicable to her.

Jessica is very keen on keeping Huntercorp’s reputation clean. Cameron Ambrose acts as her mole for office gossip to ensure that nobody is behaving in any way that will get themselves or others killed or put the company in a bad light. At some point before their big, extravagant wedding, Sam is able to convince her to have sex. Turns out? She loves it! And it becomes a pretty regular thing for them, after they had avoided acting on the growing, palpable sexual tension between them. It is pretty noticeable around the office that she’s a lot less uptight and judgmental.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 1.26 (before 1950)

661 – The Rashidun Caliphate is effectively ended with the assassination of Ali, the last caliph. 1531 – The 6.4–7.1 Mw Lisbon earthquake kills about thirty thousand people. 1564 – The Council of Trent establishes an official distinction between Roman Catholicism and Protestantism. 1564 – The Grand Duchy of Lithuania defeats the Tsardom of Russia in the Battle of Ula during the Livonian War. 1699 – For the first time, the Ottoman Empire permanently cedes territory to the Christian powers. 1700 – The 8.7–9.2 Mw Cascadia earthquake takes place off the west coast of North America, as evidenced by Japanese records. 1765 – A British naval expedition arrives at and names Port Egmont in the Falkland Islands, founding a settlement there eight days later. (Arrival was 15 January 1765 O.S.) 1788 – The British First Fleet, led by Arthur Phillip, sails into Port Jackson (Sydney Harbour) to establish Sydney, the first permanent European settlement on Australia. Commemorated as Australia Day. 1808 – The Rum Rebellion is the only successful (albeit short-lived) armed takeover of the government in New South Wales. 1837 – Michigan is admitted as the 26th U.S. state. 1841 – Gordon Bremer takes formal possession of Hong Kong Island at what is now Possession Point, establishing British Hong Kong. 1855 – Point No Point Treaty is signed in Washington Territory. 1856 – First Battle of Seattle: Marines from the USS Decatur drive off American Indian attackers after all-day battle with settlers. 1861 – American Civil War: The state of Louisiana secedes from the Union. 1863 – American Civil War: General Ambrose Burnside is relieved of command of the Army of the Potomac after the disastrous Fredericksburg campaign. He is replaced by Joseph Hooker. 1863 – American Civil War: Governor of Massachusetts John Albion Andrew receives permission from the Secretary of War to raise a militia organization for men of African descent. 1870 – Reconstruction Era: Virginia is readmitted to the Union. 1885 – Troops loyal to The Mahdi conquer Khartoum, killing the Governor-General Charles George Gordon. 1905 – The world's largest diamond ever, the Cullinan, which weighs 3,106.75 carats (0.621350 kg), is found at the Premier Mine near Pretoria in South Africa. 1915 – The Rocky Mountain National Park is established by an act of the U.S. Congress. 1918 – Finnish Civil War: A group of Red Guards hangs a red lantern atop the tower of Helsinki Workers' Hall to symbolically mark the start of the war. 1926 – The first demonstration of the television by John Logie Baird. 1930 – The Indian National Congress declares 26 January as Independence Day or as the day for Poorna Swaraj ("Complete Independence") which occurred 17 years later. 1934 – The Apollo Theater reopens in Harlem, New York City. 1934 – German–Polish declaration of non-aggression is signed. 1939 – Spanish Civil War: Catalonia Offensive: Troops loyal to nationalist General Francisco Franco and aided by Italy take Barcelona. 1942 – World War II: The first United States forces arrive in Europe, landing in Northern Ireland. 1945 – World War II: Audie Murphy displays valor and bravery in action for which he will later be awarded the Medal of Honor. 1949 – The Hale Telescope at Palomar Observatory sees first light under the direction of Edwin Hubble, becoming the largest aperture optical telescope (until BTA-6 is built in 1976).

[sports-digest]

Roman Reigns: A Phenomenon in the Wrestling World

In the world of professional wrestling, few names resonate with as much power, influence, and admiration as Roman Reigns. From a relative newcomer to a generational talent, Reigns’ journey is one that embodies determination, evolution, and domination. Today, he stands not only as a champion in WWE but as an icon whose legacy is being solidified with every match he competes in.

A Glimpse into the Early Years

Born Leati Joseph Anoa'i on May 25, 1985, in Pensacola, Florida, Roman Reigns was destined for greatness. Hailing from a long line of Samoan wrestlers, his family boasts a rich wrestling heritage. His father, Sika Anoa'i, was part of the legendary Wild Samoans tag team, and his cousins include WWE Hall of Famers like The Rock and Rikishi. Wrestling ran deep in his veins, and it was only a matter of time before Roman Reigns carved out his own place in the squared circle.

Before his WWE career, Reigns was a promising football player. He played college football for Georgia Tech and later entered the NFL, although his professional football career was short-lived. His athleticism, combined with his size and charisma, made him a natural fit for WWE when he was recruited in 2010.

The Shield: The Birth of a Superstar

Reigns made his WWE debut in 2012 as part of a faction that would change the landscape of wrestling forever: The Shield. Alongside Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose, Reigns quickly became known for his intense in-ring style, immense power, and no-nonsense approach. The Shield, under the leadership of the enigmatic Paul Heyman, became a dominant force in WWE, with Reigns emerging as one of the faction's most powerful and captivating members.

The group’s breakout moment came when they attacked Ryback at Survivor Series in 2012, immediately marking their territory in the WWE landscape. Throughout their reign, the trio dominated, creating an unmatched chemistry both in and out of the ring. Reigns, with his imposing size and aggressive style, was often the focal point of their victories, showcasing his potential as a future top WWE star.

The Ascension of Roman Reigns: From Shield to Solo Superstar

In 2014, Reigns began his journey as a solo competitor. While his time in The Shield had elevated his status, it was clear that WWE saw something special in him as an individual performer. The early part of his solo career saw him win the 2014 Royal Rumble, a victory that put him on a collision course with John Cena and other top stars. However, despite his rising popularity, Reigns faced a wave of criticism and mixed reactions from fans, many of whom felt that he was being pushed too fast, too soon.

The criticism reached its peak when Reigns headlined WrestleMania 31 against Brock Lesnar for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. While Reigns showed resilience and athleticism, the match was met with skepticism, with many fans questioning whether he was ready for the spotlight. However, it was his next major storyline that would change everything for Reigns.

The Tribal Chief: The Rebirth of Roman Reigns

In 2020, Roman Reigns took a break from WWE due to the COVID-19 pandemic, but his return would be unlike anything fans had ever seen. Gone was the babyface (good guy) Reigns who tried to please the audience at every turn. When Reigns came back, he was different—more calculated, more ruthless, and ready to embrace his legacy as part of the Anoa'i family. He aligned himself with Paul Heyman and declared himself the Tribal Chief, setting the stage for the most captivating transformation in WWE history.

This new Roman Reigns was no longer just a wrestler; he was an authority, a king, and a figurehead who demanded respect. His reign as the Universal Champion began at WWE Payback 2020 and has since been one of the most dominant runs in wrestling history. Reigns' persona as the Tribal Chief is centered around his Samoan heritage, his leadership over the Anoa'i family, and his ability to manipulate and control his enemies. He’s no longer just fighting for titles; he’s fighting for respect, for legacy, and to prove that he is, in fact, the top dog in WWE.

The Legacy of Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns' evolution into the Tribal Chief has elevated him to the top of the wrestling world. His character work, combined with his in-ring skills, has made him an absolute force. His dominance isn’t just limited to winning matches but also extends to the way he conducts his business. Whether it’s dominating his opponents with sheer power or outwitting them with his mental acumen, Reigns has proven time and time again that he is a next-level competitor.

But what truly sets him apart from other wrestlers is his ability to adapt and evolve. Reigns has reinvented himself throughout his career, from his time in The Shield to his current persona. This constant reinvention ensures that he remains fresh and engaging, not just for fans who have followed him for years, but for new viewers as well.

His run as Universal Champion has also seen him hold the title for over a record-breaking period, proving that Reigns is no flash-in-the-pan star but a long-term mainstay in WWE. What makes his reign even more impressive is the way it has been intertwined with the larger storylines in WWE, including his leadership over The Bloodline, his family faction, which includes Jimmy and Jey Uso, and his ongoing rivalry with other top WWE Superstars.

What’s Next for Roman Reigns?

Roman Reigns is undoubtedly one of the greatest WWE Superstars of all time. His physical attributes, combined with his exceptional storytelling ability, make him one of the most captivating figures in wrestling history. But as with all greats, the question remains: what’s next?

With Reigns continuing his reign as the Tribal Chief, it’s clear that WWE is building toward even bigger moments in his career. Whether it’s future title defenses, a potential feud with a rising star, or an eventual showdown with other top legends, Reigns’ future in WWE remains bright. His ability to elevate his opponents while maintaining his position at the top of the company makes him a truly irreplaceable talent.

Conclusion: Roman Reigns’ Impact on WWE

Roman Reigns has come a long way since his early days in The Shield. Today, he is more than just a wrestler; he is an icon, a leader, and a champion in every sense of the word. His transformation into the Tribal Chief has not only defined his career but has also left an indelible mark on the wrestling industry. As Reigns continues to dominate in WWE, fans will undoubtedly look back at his journey and recognize him as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, whose legacy will live on for generations.