#I plan on making more and maybe also some proper ref sheets

[danzsoldier]

Got bored and made some Adventure Time fankids! First one is a Bubbline fankid named Laffy and the second (in the 2nd and 3rd images) is an unnamed fankid for Magic Betty and Ice King! They don’t exist in the same universe and honestly the 2nd fankid was just made for fun

(Any pronouns for Laffy and He/Him pronouns for the unnamed fankid)

[sheepishwoolly]

im finally making a proper introduction and ref sheet for woolly! i cant imagine its very common for object show characters to even have ref sheets, at least in this particular style, but my whole profile is very furry adjacent so i think its appropriate. i also plan on making ref sheets for my other object characters, especially some of my weirder characters like neali creative backstory: woolly is my ball of yarn objectsona. hes one of the first object show characters i have ever drawn, first drawn on 5 september 2022. this wouldve been just a few months after i discovered what an object show was. my very original persona was a sheep, and since 2015 ive been incorporating 'sheep' as part of many of my usernames like 'MHF_jebSheep' on minecraft or 'SheepishMagpie' on discord. yarn is often wool-based and i incorporated a couple furry elements like a tail and ear-like needles as a vague reference to my old furry personas personality: woolly is generally the most positive in a group. he has an idealistic mindset and always tries to see the good in people. he generally avoids conflict unless he thinks he can be the mediator. he sets high expectations for himself whether its to please others or to put his best foot forward when meeting someone which causes him to be doubtful of himself when he falls a little short. he also tries to be the comedy relief when the situation is appropriate both for fun and to fit in with his friends. *woolly and most of my other characters arent too developed. maybe ill edit the description later or maybe whenever i make a new ref sheet or something i also made a version with my more stylised colour palette, which i actually kind of like more than this, but if im going to make a reference sheet i gotta use my more standard colours, otherwise people are going to think woolly is grey

[comfeyworks]

Alastor writing/ Character ref sheet

NOTE: This is MY interpretation/ notes of my characterization of Alastor. Most is speculation and the other parts are just me having fun imagining what his character could be like. This is no way meant to be official or taken as cannon in any way.

A wonderful user by the name of dolly moon complied a lot of information from Viv’s streams. I’m referencing some of the information here so please check them out, they did a fantastic job making notes.

Warning: Contains talk about murder, cannibalism and other possible triggering subjects.

General

---NAME: Alastor--- Died: 1933 Age: 30′s Occupation: Former radio host and serial killer. Currently powerful overlord in hell

Main Personality/ notes

Always smiling (He sees people frowning as weak)

Sadistic

Charming and charismatic

Very proud( puffed out chest, arms behind back)

He's controlling/ does things his own way

Careful! He's not too braggy, or too forceful/ demanding. Ex: Viv stated in her qna that the pilot was originally going to have Alastor boast about himself and his backstory. Instead vaggie narrates his backstory. She changed this because Alastor wasn’t the type of person to flaunt his achievements. He knows that everyone knows how powerful he is, he’s not the type to rub it in. He's supposed to be charming, but still proud, juuuust in the right way

He knows what he wants, but doesn’t necessarily brute-forces his way to get it. Ex: "He-" "-llo!" He KNOWS he's getting in hotel regardless, but waits for Charlie to open up the door before invading the hallway.

Deceitful; When asked why he wants to help out at the hotel, he says: "Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!" 'This is what you can think my reason is...' is essentially what he's saying. He answers Charlie’s question in a roundabout way that givers her what she wants to know while still keeping his true intentions secret. Time and time again, he lets his mask down slightly when Charlie isn’t looking. At 24:10 he narrows his eyes when she has her back turned to him At the beginning of his song he distracts her with magic so he can push Vaggie away. When he says “...And it’s just laughable-” during he reprise he turns away from Charlie to say this, he leans down to Vaggie.

He’s a hypocrite (hates being touched, invades other’s personal space)

Watches people do things the hard way and then reveal he can do it once it's done just to watch people fuck up

DELIGHTS in watching people failing/ struggling to do things. He likes observing people/ sinners as they are battling with their conflicted emotions.

He’s curious (He stopped by the ‘radio shack’ place to see what Charlie was talking about on the broadcast, and cocked his head when she started singing. To me that meant, “Oh? What’s this now? Something new?” he was intrigued and wanted to know more)

He analyzes people. He looks at the Magne family portrait when left alone. You can briefly hear him playing Charlie’s “Inside of every demon is a rainbow” song, and smiling.

He picks up on things quickly. Vaggie makes it clear she doesn’t like the idea of him being there, and he messes with her. He puts his elbow on her and pushes her away ( 20:44-20:48) He pulls her chin up and tells her to ‘smile’

He’s egotistical. No one is really ‘up to his level’

He gives verbal and physical affection constantly throughout the pilot, but it’s not genuine.

Likes being unpredictable

Primary drive:   Decisions are weighed in his own wants/ feelings. He wants to be amused, he chases exciting/ entertaining things. Think of him as like a cat chasing a mouse.

Fears: He doesn’t fear anyone. But is wary of powerful threats. He dislikes dogs Physical Expression: He’s VERY, VERY expressive through his body language and eyes. Large/ easy to read emotions can be perceived through his body language (Leaning towards someone, or leaning away). Smaller/ pinpoint emotions can be read through his eyes and type of smile (Wide eyes, squinted, closed vs open smile, etc.) He’s like a bird, fluffing out his feathers constantly. (He fixes his hair briefly at 24:41) He expresses himself proudly. ‘This is who I am, remember that!!’. Viv said the reason why almost all of characters have nicknames is that a soul’s real name is dangerous, its a way others can have power over you. Yet Alastor uses his first name, because he’s not scared and confident in who he is as a person. He doesn’t hide from any aspect of himself. I’ve stated he hates being touched by others. When he picks up Nifty in the pilot, she poofs out and spreads her limbs out. At 25:41, Alastor turns his head away from her briefly so she doesn’t touch him.

Flaws/ Weaknesses:

(Note: Basically anything already stated can be a problem depending on the situation, I’m just saying things about his character that he’d find weak or naturally cause problems)

His mother, he’d do anything for her.

He has a darker/ more powerful demon side to him where he runs purely on instinct/ primitive emotions.

He’s arrogant. This can cause problems!

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Killer/ moral compass profile (Living)

Motivations:

Thrill Killer- Pleasure from pain

Slight power/control aspect involved as well.

‘Causes’

Childhood trauma (abusive father)

Environmental factors (mother died when he was 18-20)

Type of killer: *Note: I’m still not 100% satisfied with this part, I might make some changes later*

He won’t just kill anyone. They have to meet a certain list of requirements.

Viv compared him as someone similar to Dexter

He’s a very goal oriented killer. Whatever he did it was with reason and purpose, meticulously planned. Ex: Maybe one year he’d kill someone who was a real jerk, to see how the others around him flourished. Likewise he might kill someone who was important to the community just to see how the grief made everyone react.

He was a very careful killer, he ended up dying purely on accident, bad luck.

He killed for the fun of it, pure joy, excitement, curiosity. But he only killed people he thought deserved it.

He considers what he does to be ‘work’. He expresses in the pilot how after decades in hell it’s become ‘mundane’ and ‘aimless’.

The victims had to be overconfident to some degree.(This ties into the ‘he wouldn’t chase his victims.’ They had to be somewhat full of themselves or naive)

Some kills are personal (Someone wronging him, trying to hurt him, otherwise he just wouldn’t care if some guy is an asshole) but others are just because he feels like they’re bad/ they’ve have done something that they need to die for.

He used ‘personal’ ways of killing people. (Knife, his hands). I don’t think he would have used a gun of any kind because of the noise, but he could have once every blue moon.

Generally doesn’t draw things out for too long ”...If I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would have done so already.” (He defeats Sir Pentious in under a minute. But still takes the time to crush him and drag his body across the floor.)

He ate people, and knew how to make delicious meals out of them.

Buried his victim’s bodies/ remains on a hunting ground for deer.

Morals

No human is pure or kind just because. They’re selfish beings. Who take and act to help their own causes. Everyone is a monster on the inside. “...redemption, the nonexistent humanity!”

Everyone puts on a mask to hide who they truly are. Life is one big game to see who can survive. “...the world is a stage! And the stage, is a world of entertainment!”

People don’t change “...there is no undoing what is done.”

Puts himself first, and above everyone else. He also degrades others. “I don’t think there’s any hope left for such loathsome sinners...” ”Inside of every demon is a lost cause, but we’ll dress them up for now with just a smile!” “...and show these simpletons some proper class and style...” “...do I know you?” “You think I’m [husk] some kind of fuckin’ clown!?” “...maybe!”

People deserve the consequences they get for being themselves “...the chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!”

He understands what society views as good and evil, but doesn’t really believe in those standards himself. What is considered evil he just views as a hobby or something fun to explore. Ex: Cannibalism is wrong by society’s standards, but to him he thinks the greater wrong is killing something and not making use of it.

He has some level of empathy. (Again, He’d never kill a child or those running away.)

People’s emotions are a fun little game to him. “...I want to watch the scum of the earth struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip, and tumble down into the firey pit of failure!”

Doesn’t see value in being nice or honest. (He does find it funny to watch)

Other notes/ hc

He’s knowledgeable. In more ways than one. He knows not to fuck with certain people if he doesn’t want to get hurt, he’s got knowledge on the workings/ operations of hell and deal-making.

Likes to cook

He likes bitter things (Bloody meat, alcohol, black coffee)

He’s got a party side to him.

He speaks french!

He plays musical instruments

He knows how to fight without his powers

He’s an only child

He’s part creole

He hates silence, he always surrounds himself with noise of some kind.

Husk and Alastor have a long, complicated relationship

He does things to make Nifty happy (Wearing sweaters)

He’d go out into a hurricane just to let it beat him down for fun (Why is this so funny to me)

Despite all he is, Alastor is capable of having friends and loving.

Has absolutely NO romantic experience.

He hates modern technology in general, but hates tik tok the most

The idea of Alastor cross-dressing to lure his victims in is absolutely hilarious to me, but I don’t think he’d ever do it.

[kia-kit]

Mirror Mirror (6)

The group jumped, startled, and as they turned around, they spotted a woman in the distance wearing an outfit similar to Stress', though, her jacket was tied around her waist, with the ends of her sleeves being burnt, and her fingertips were also burnt from using so much magma. She wore a white tank top, and her expression was sharp.

(I wanna make a proper ref sheet of the Mirrors of S6 and maybe S7 later on)

Cleo squinted her eyes towards the new figure "Stress?" She darted her eyes back and forth, looking at Ice Stress and Lava Stress. "There's two of you?" Cleo asks, clearly confused.

"You must be the rumored 'Others' that I heard so much about from Grian(2)" Stress2 says, walking towards them. "Others?" False asked "Oh, you haven't heard?" Stress2 looks at them, surprised at their confused faces.

"Well, a long time ago a bunch of people came through a portal with a wooden frame," Stress2 explains, stopping in her walk "and people who look like us came through it, and at first there was one, then more came. I believe it were copies of Grian, Iskall, Mumbo, Scar, Doc, and for some odd reason, a cat was there too." She continued.

As she explained the story, she invited the guests back into her castle and they discussed at the tables instead of just standing in the heat outside.

"Now that's quite remarkable I must say, who would know that this portal actually leads to a different world." Joe says, a glint of interest in his eyes as he stared at the portal. Stress nodded "Who knew that the portal Iskall was talking about was actually real, I thought he was pranking me!" She said.

"Also, I cannot actually believe you made your base in the nether, that must have been hard!" Stress says to Stress2, "Oh it's been tough making this lovely base of mine. I nearly died to lava, so many times, but it was worth it!" Stress2 grins.

"Ah, It's getting late. Should you not leave now?" Stress2 notified them, referring to the outside "You can tell the time here?" Cleo asked, interested "Ah yes, it's really simple, but it's best for you to leave now." Stress2 smiles warmly at them.

Before they can make a statement to stay, their messaging device vibrated. The girls (and Joe) opened it up, seeing a by Xisuma

<Xisuma> The end of season six ending soon! Everyone, ready your final episodes!

"Oh, it's the end already, I almost forgot." False said, before sighing and standing up straight, stretching as she does so. "Well, I should get on with my final episode, so I'll be going, bye!" False saluted before stepping through the portal.

"Well, I guess we should take our leave too." Stress sighs, before they all stood up.

"Well. I hope we meet again soon!" Stress tells Stress2 before they all left.

Stress2 smiles, before she gets her own message from Xisuma(2), with basically the same message as the others.

Suddenly, she felt a strong wind blowing her towards the portal.

She quickly digs her heels to her floorboards, trying not to be pushed through the portal, when suddenly, the portal lifted itself off the ground and disappeared without a trace, as it fixed the floor on it's way.

Stress2 stumbles back and falls on her bum, staring bewildered at the scene. "What on earth?!"

Meanwhile at the other end, after exiting the portal, they stared at it, before Stress thought 'Hey, I should bring this with me to the next season!'

Well, that would've been the plan if it didn't disappear right before their very eyes.

"What on earth?!"

(REBLOGS > LIKES!)

[songsteps]

Songstep finally has a reference sheet!!! I went kinda bare minimum for displaying info and stuff but I’m so happy to finally have a proper visual ref

the photo used for the background is my own

I’m still working out her character information and backstory and all of that, like a lot of my sona characters she’s quite similar to myself, just modified to fit into the warriors universe, although I’m going into more detail in her/my past than I usually do, which is making some things complicated I doubt I’ll ever release a linear fanfic or comic to tell her story, I plan instead on making a bunch of PMVs with detailed descriptions and maybe doing some askblog style type things, but I’m not entirely sure yet

INFO:

Basics Name: Songkit/paw/step/star Gender: agender (she/her preferred, he/him accepted, don't use they/them) Sexuality: pansexual Age: young adult Clan: WindClan Rank: warrior

Physical Breed: unspecified (resembles an oriental mix) Height: average Strength: not physically strong Speed: high Stamina: low Disabilities: asthma, not usually severe but can keep her camp-bound in the cold

Relationships Mother: Brightshade Father: Brightclaw (formerly a RiverClan warrior) Mate: none Ex-Mates: Night Song (ghost) Kira (loner) Kits: Batflight, Lilythorn Mentor: Crowfeather Apprentice: none Personality Overall: Songstep is generally friendly and energetic, often putting forth a positive attitude even when she's not the happiest herself. Instead of melancholy, when she's truly upset, she tends to appear more agitated or angry and her quick temper is even easier to set off than usual. She is very stubborn and strong willed Positive Traits: affectionate, cheery, loyal, enduring, willful, protective Negative Traits: stubborn, over emotional, impulsive, blunt, hypochondriac, has trouble letting go Neurodivergence: Songstep is autistic, bipolar, and also suffers from severe panic attacks and other various overlapping mental illnesses, her panic attacks often cause her to feel and be paranoid about being ill, so she often visits the medicine den 

[easyobsession]

A Vow

SQUEE!! I feel like I’ve been working on this for DECADES when in reality it’s only been a few weeks, but IT’S FINALLY DONE! So here you are! I proudly present my latest creation, inspired by all the time shit happens and WWE likes to pretend Seth and Roman have never met and wouldn’t run out to defend each other.

Enjoy.

It’s all because of a promise.

A stupid promise, actually. A goddamn piece of shit horse crap fucking dumb promise.

It happened the week after Elimination Chamber. Roman had waited until Raw ended and they’d both signed autographs and taken selfies with the fans; after they’d gotten something to eat, showered, and settled in to bed at the hotel, taking a few minutes to simply come down from the day’s craziness and enjoy being in each other’s arms.

“I need you to do something for me,”

Much to Seth’s disappointment, he could tell whatever was about to be discussed wasn’t at all sexual, which was perplexing because aside from something dirty Seth truly couldn’t imagine what his lover would need to talk about. He could tell it was important though, from the way Roman had pulled back enough from their embrace to look him in the eye.

Seth let out a slow breath, frowning a bit as he finally responded.

“Okay…”

“I know things are starting to pick up for both of us at work,” Roman began, “Especially after tonight, our paths for Mania are becoming clearer.”

Seth nodded. Ever since he’d won the Elimination Chamber Roman had been getting ready for his match against Brock Lesnar, calling the other man out for not being around and arguing with Paul Heyman while Seth was heading into a feud for the Intercontinental Championship with Finn Balor and the Miz. Of course a small part of him wished he was the one going for the Universal title, but he was also beyond proud of his man for winning a title shot at Wrestlemania. Plus, this way they could both leave the Grandest Stage of Them All as champions (and maybe indulge in a longtime fantasy of fucking with nothing but the belts on).

“There’s gonna be a lot of shit starting,” the Samoan continued, “You know as well as I do Lesnar isn’t gonna let that title go without a dog fight, and I wanna take as much pleasure as I can ripping it from his hands-” he let out a small laugh as his boyfriend surged forward, kissing him deeply.

“I like when you talk like that,” Seth murmured against his lips, clearly not the least bit sorry for interrupting, “It’s sexy as hell,”

“You’re sexy as hell,” Roman returned, dropping another quick kiss before pulling back and blurting, “You can’t help.”

“What?” Instantly Seth’s arms fell from their position around his shoulders while his face filled with confusion and a bit of hurt, “What the hell does that mean?”

“You can’t come out and back me up,” Roman elaborated, reaching for the other man’s hands as he tried to explain, “Look, we both know this thing is gonna get ugly- it already is. This is something that started over three years ago and never really got proper closure. Don’t,” he put a finger to Seth’s mouth as it began to open, already aware of what he was about to say and having no desire to go over it again. They’d had many discussions both in private and with Ambrose since Seth’s cash in at Mania 31, and the event and Seth’s betrayal in its entirety was a thing of the past. Hell, Roman and Dean had even admitted that, personal issues aside, the move was pretty fucking epic.

“You know what I mean. It’s only gonna get worse from here. You know how tired I am of having a champion that’s never around- I’m gonna do everything I can to make the rest of the locker room and the fans see it that way too.”

Seth nodded, still unsure of why this meant he needed to apparently not get involved. He was completely on board with everything Roman said. Shit, so was a good percentage of the locker room. Even if some of their coworkers weren’t Roman’s biggest fans and hadn’t wanted him to win the Elimination Chamber, they were ready for a champion that actually showed up on a regular basis.

“And you know I’m with you all the way,” Seth promised.

“I know, baby. And you know that means the world to me,” Roman pecked the smaller man’s nose before continuing, “But this has to be something I do on my own.”

“…alright,” Rollins let out a small sigh but relented with a nod. It made sense that Roman wanted to do this without help and Seth fully believed he could and would, so while it sucked it wasn’t too ridiculous to suggest. Plus, since Dean’s injury nearly two and a half months ago the reboot of The Shield had been placed on hold and he and Roman were doing the singles thing anyway. “I won’t come out for the match,”

Roman frowned. The other man wasn’t getting his meaning and it broke his heart to actually say it out loud.

“Seth, you can’t come out at all,” he corrected, “No promos, no matches, nothing. And you can’t come defend me if anything goes south. Even if I’m getting my ass handed to me.”

“Wait a minute, you’re saying if Lesnar gets the upper hand and starts beating the shit out of you, I can’t come out?” Seth demanded, pulling away to glare at the other man, “What if he has back-up, Roman? Or Heyman makes some sort of deal and he’s got people backstage? They’re both so far up Vince’s ass you know he’ll give them whatever they ask for. What, I’m just supposed to stay back and watch you get hurt? That’s bullshit.”

“I have to do this my way. This is a two-man game, Seth. Him and me- that’s it. Nobody else can be involved.”

Seth cocked an eyebrow, “What about Heyman?” he questioned, causing Roman to shake his head.

“Heyman might be an asset at times, but at the end of the day there’s only two people in the ring,” he replied, “When Lesnar gets taken out, it has to be by my hands alone.”

“So what, this is all for your pride?” Seth scoffed, unable to believe what he was hearing, “Roman, come on!”

“It’s more than just my pride, Seth! It’s my dignity, my livelihood; it’s everything I’ve ever stood for!” Roman exclaimed, “It’s about a rivalry that’s gone on for years and finally proving once and for all who’s top dog around here. This is for me, it’s for you, it’s for Dean, our families, the fans, and everyone in that locker room!” his volume lowered significantly, eyes pleading for the man before him to understand, “This is about what’s right and proving that title still has value and holding it stands for something bigger than just one person. This is what we do, Seth. We fight because it’s what we love and because it means something,” he reached forward, grateful when his boyfriend didn’t yank his hands away again, “I have to do this.”

Seth grimaced down at the bed sheets. “If Dean were here-” he began, only for Roman to cut him off.

“Nothing would change,” he interrupted calmly, “I plan on telling him the same thing when I talk to him next. Whether he comes by to visit or gets cleared early, nobody else can get involved. Not you, Dean, the twins, anybody,” Roman let out a small breath. “I know this is gonna be brutal,” he promised, “Lesnar wants to break Punk���s streak and putting an end to that isn’t gonna come without a little pain. But I’m ready.” He leaned forward, letting their foreheads rest together.

“I have to do this,” he whispered, “It’s time.”

The entire situation blows, basically. Especially because Seth knows he can’t fault him for a word he said and what’s more, if the roles were reversed, Roman would respect his wishes and stay back. Hell, he already did when Seth had been fighting with Finn Balor for the very same belt years prior.

“I fucking hate you, Roman Reigns,” he pouts, finally allowing their eyes to meet again and making the other man laugh.

“I know,” he promises fondly, “But you love me too.”

“Yeah,” Seth leans forward to meet him for another kiss, “I really do.”

…

As expected, the promise sucks.

At first it seems like maybe fulfilling Roman’s wishes won’t be too difficult since Brock is never around. There’s much less of a chance for something to go south when it’s just back and forth with Heyman on the mic. Seth does get heated after Vince suspends Roman from Raw the following week, but he holds his tongue when the Samoan assures him it’ll be fine.

“They’re not used to someone calling them out,” Roman says patiently while packing up his belongings in the locker room. “It’s understandable. Not acceptable, but understandable. They’ll figure it out, even if I have to force the point,” He leans forward to peck Seth’s lips twice. “I’ll meet you back at the hotel. See if I can get us an upgrade to something with a Jacuzzi tub to celebrate you kicking Finn’s ass.”

…

But when US Marshalls appear the week after and put Roman in handcuffs, Seth isn’t so comfortable anymore. And when Brock comes out and attacks him with his hands bound, things get ugly backstage as well.

“HE CAN’T USE HIS FUCKING HANDS!” Seth shouts, unable to understand why no one else is as upset as he is about the situation. “And they’ve got some second-rate security guards and a few refs out there? What the hell, man?!” His heart nearly breaks in two as the man he loves is put on a stretcher, a bit of comfort coming at the sight of the Beast Incarnate seemingly having his fill of unnecessary torture only to be ripped away when Lesnar apparently reconsiders and heads back towards the ring.

“Seth, try to calm down-” Sasha gives him a look of sympathy as she and a few others block the locker room door. While loving him with all his heart, Roman knew the likelihood of Seth losing his cool was high and had taken precaution and spread word to a handful of their friends in advance.

“He’s on a goddamn stretcher, dude! This isn’t okay!” the Architect exclaims, searching for some way to release his fury at the situation, “Let me out!”

Apollo frowns, “Sorry man, Roman made us promise,”

“Fuck promises! There was nothing about stretchers in the stupid promise!” Letting out another swear, Seth throws a kick against the locker’s wooden paneling. “He needs help!”

“Honey, he has to do this himself,” Nia says gently, quickly echoed by Matt Hardy.

“She speaks the truth! It is a quest indeed the Large Canine himself must complete without the aid of even his most beloved,” Matt places his hands together, tone full of serenity as he speaks with complete confidence, “Though fear not, he who seeks the Title of Intercontinents! I have foreseen this journey’s end and can guarantee that after the necessary trials and tribulations have been conquered your suitor will indeed emerge triumphant!”

For a moment the room is silent, everyone turning to stare at the self-proclaimed Woken Warrior until finally Seth snaps out of it and questions, “Who the hell even let you in here?”

(It’s once Roman is being wheeled out to the awaiting ambulance and demands Seth stay for the rest of the show that he manages to calm down a bit simply because the other man is able to speak. The only reason he doesn’t ignore the instructions and head to the hospital anyway is because Mike Kanellis agrees to go in his place and keep him updated and Roman threatens to ban Seth from his bedside.)

…

“I should never have agreed to this,” It’s the following week that Seth is once again watching chaos unfold on the locker room’s tiny television screen.

“You know as well as I do if you go out there he’d never forgive you,” Dean Ambrose’s voice barks from the cell phone speaker, “Once he makes up his mind there’s no changing it. He’s a hard head like you.”

Seth doesn’t even bother arguing. It’s a trait all three of them have in common and they know it. “Yeah well, his head is giving me an ulcer,”

“He can handle it, Uce. Look, he’s holding his own, see? Totally fine,” Rollins can almost hear his best friend grimace a minute later when Roman goes flying through the stairs. “Shit that looked painful,”

“You’re really a big help, man. I can’t say it enough,” he comments dryly.

“Suck it up, Princess. He’s taking a couple bumps, not being permanently confined to a wheelchair. Get him some ice and maybe a shot of whiskey for yourself and quit the crying.”

Seth sits forward in his folding chair and stares at the monitor intensely, his left leg bouncing with nerves, “Get up, Roman. Come on, sit up,” he murmurs, letting out a sigh of relief when the other man slowly begins to rise.

“See! What I tell ya?”

“Dean, shut the fuck up.”

…

There almost isn’t even time to panic at Wrestlemania simply because everything happens so fast.

After an endless (epic) week in New Orleans, Sunday is spent doing last minute press and getting ready until show time.

Fresh off his triple threat victory, when the finale comes Seth is beaming from ear to ear as he watches the love of his life walk out to thousands of screaming fans. It’s obvious the Big Dog isn’t super over at the moment, but to Seth it doesn’t matter if he gets the crowd reaction of Daniel Bryan or Tommaso Ciampa. Love him or hate him, Roman Reigns owns this yard and everyone watching live in Louisiana and around the world through the WWE Network is about to see why.

It isn’t easy to watch. Roman kicks ass obviously, but after the third F5 Seth can tell the battle is wearing on him. Which is expected, of course, however throughout the entire match he can’t shake the feeling that something is off. Roman is on fire as usual, but there’s something in the air Seth can’t quite describe that has him shifting the Intercontinental title over his shoulder uneasily as he watches among countless other Superstars just past gorilla position backstage.

“Fuck,” the word slips out of his mouth without warning when red begins to seep at the Samoan’s hairline, and he can’t even bring himself to care that countless higher ups are milling around to hear his profanity. It’s clear from the hushed murmur of his peers he isn’t the only one starting to get anxious.

“That’s… a lot of blood,” Bayley points out nervously, Natalya nodding in agreement from her place nearby.

“Was that spot planned?” she asks, glancing to Jimmy and Jey Uso, who both shrug, and then Seth for an answer. But the Architect can only shake his head. Everyone knows Roman isn’t the type to go for gore or special effects; he’s been raised to always showcase talent over anything else. Besides, Seth knows that every attempt to contact Brock to map out the match had gone unanswered by the self-proclaimed mayor of Suplex City.

“…he’s not moving,” Renee breaks the silence after a few more minutes when Lesnar lands another F5, this time through the announce table. Even Dean, who can be seen connected via FaceTime on the phone in her hand, is looking a bit paler than usual.

Xavior Woods shakes his head. “He’s good, he’s just taking a second to regroup,” the gamer attempts to reassure the room as well as himself, staring on.

“Yeah,” The twins force themselves to nod, backing up the sentiment, “He’s got this,”

…

To everyone’s shock, Seth doesn’t try to rush out when the ref finally counts to three. Instead he remains silent, feet slowly moving until his back hits a concrete wall, the gleaming white belt slipping as he stares ahead with a blank face.

He didn’t expect this. He was prepared for a lot of things to happen tonight, but never did the possibility even cross his mind that Roman would lose.

He wants to throw up. He wants to scream and cry and throw a fit like a child whose mother refuses to buy them candy in the grocery store. Not because he’s upset with Roman for losing, but because of the situation as a whole.

This shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t supposed to happen. Lesnar was supposed to drop the title and go back to the UFC- that was what everyone heard. That was the plan. So something had to have changed. Except Roman would have told him if that had happened, there was no doubt in Seth’s mind. So what the hell happened out there?

The crowd of Superstars has spread out by the time the performers are arriving backstage, a handful giving Brock polite applause when he appears. The reigning champion barely spares anyone a look, shaking hands with Vince and a few other big wigs before making his way through the parted crowd, Heyman at his heels like that of an obedient Golden Retriever.  

It takes a little longer for Roman to arrive, a towel in one hand soaked with blood and a look of pure defeat clear on his face. His gaze is locked on the floor, unable and unwilling to look anyone in the eye until Samoa Joe of all people slowly begins to applaud. One by one the rest of the roster joins in, as well as a large part of the crew, meeting his eyes as they shower him with respect.

Roman sucks in a breath, doing his best to hold back the tears already building. While Vince only offers a solemn nod of the head, Hunter steps forward and pulls the other man into a hug, quickly murmuring words no one else can hear before releasing him with a pat on the back and push towards his peers.

The Superstars keep it brief, offering a few words of encouragement or a clap on the shoulder as he passes. Everyone knows what it’s like to come off of a huge match on the opposite side of victory, so the rest of the talent quickly disperses to finish their own tasks and give Roman his space.

It’s Seth that meets him at the end of the line, of course, finally having snapped out of his revere when Roman reaches him. Rather than speak he simply turns to the concerned ref nearby and holds up a hand, silently asking for five minutes before having the wound examined at medical. Receiving a quick nod in response, he follows Roman to their shared locker room and twists the lock behind him, dropping the title onto his bag before letting out a breath as his back hits the door.

For a moment there’s nothing but heavy silence, a small groan slipping from Roman’s lips as he lowers himself to a plush sofa in the corner the only audible sound.

Naturally, because he’s Seth Rollins and it’s what he does, Seth speaks first.

“I love you,” he announces, taking no offense when he receives  zero response from the other man’s bowed head, “There’s a lot more I want to say, and we both know I will eventually, but right now I’m just gonna say that I love you and I’m here and that’s never gonna change.”

A few beats pass before Roman opens his eyes, face rising as Seth crosses the room and crouches down in front of him. Rollins holds back a sob when their gazes connect. The other man’s face is the picture of a broken human being. A few tears have escaped and roll down his cheeks, devastation and frustration and humiliation just a few of the emotions radiating from his person.

“I didn’t know,” Roman’s voice is garbled, thick with physical and emotional exhaustion when he finally speaks, “They changed their mind and nobody told me. He was coming down the ramp when the ref pulled me aside.” He shakes his head, almost as if he himself can’t believe the situation. “I didn’t know,”

And because he isn’t sure what else can be done in this type of scenario, Seth just pulls him into his arms and lets him cry.

…

As much as he wants to believe the worst is over, Seth knows once Mania ends things aren’t going to ease up any time soon. The Greatest Royal Rumble is announced to be taking place in Saudi Arabia in just three weeks time, including a Wrestlemania rematch for the Universal Championship inside of a cell.

By now Roman is over his sad phase. He isn’t the type to feel sorry for himself anyway, but he has moments of weakness from time to time like anyone else because he’s human. Once those are over though, it’s back to protecting his yard and being the warrior everyone knows him to be.

And of course, now more fired up than ever, he’s also hellbent on Seth still staying out of it. Luckily Brock doesn’t show up (shocker) until the Raw before the Rumble, and even then somehow things manage not to get out of hand. So it isn’t as difficult.

Then they go to Saudi Arabia.

Don’t get him wrong, Seth totally loves the UAE. The cities are beautiful, the culture is incredible, and the people and the fans they meet are the best.

But some complete and total horse shit goes down at the Greatest Royal Rumble.

It’s not confusing. There’s not a debate. The rules announced before the match clearly state the first contestant’s feet to hit the floor is the winner.

Roman’s feet hit the floor first.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it. It’s on freaking film.

But of course, by sheer coincidence and one of the only recorded times in history, the ref makes the wrong call.

Naturally, Seth is livid. He manages to remain in the back, but the locker room is rather impressed with the extensive vocabulary of curse words he throws out. Titus O’Neal even quietly reminds him they are indeed in a foreign country as guests and trying to make a good impression not just as a company but as individuals, so he does lower his volume slightly, but his peers still wear masks of surprise at his vast collection of swears.

Roman doesn’t even know how to react. He’s so exhausted at this point, between the physicality of the match and the mental fatigue, not to mention their bodies are all thrown off by the time difference, all they can do when they return to the hotel is exchange a few tender kisses and pass out in bed.

…

The following day on Raw, when they make the announcement that they won’t be reversing the call, everyone expects an encore of the previous evening’s tirade but Seth can’t even muster up the energy. Like Roman, he’s tired. He’s very, very tired. Hell, by now he’s barely surprised.

He does get pissed off when Bobby Lashley and Braun Strowman of all people get to run out and help defend Roman, and that they get to tag with him against Owens, Zayn, and Jinder. Because yeah, Seth gets that he’s doing his thing with Miz and Finn and the IC title and it’s epic, but he hasn’t completely forgotten Roman exists. Like seriously, Braun Strowman? Didn’t Roman try to run him over with an ambulance a while back?

But of course Braun didn’t make a promise to stay in the back and the man adores any excuse to beat the shit out of someone, so when management calls for him to head out and assist the Big Dog he doesn’t have to think twice.

Damn semantics.

…

It’s clear by now Brock won’t be dropping the belt any time soon, no matter what happens. Not until he beats and seemingly erases Punk’s record from the history books, outcome of the matches be damned. Management won’t allow any other result as a possibility. It’s crap and it’s unfair, not just to Roman but to the entire locker room and the fans, but they can’t change anything. So really, they might as well not waste time crying about it.

All they can do is show up every day and do their best to put on an amazing show for the fans time and time again and have as much fun as possible in the process. That’s why they got into this business in the first place: because they love what they do. Not because of notoriety or fame or ugly red belts, but because it makes people happy, makes them feel alive, and because it’s so much fun every single time.

Every night they lay in bed, almost unable to tell whose limbs belong to whom in the tangled mess under hotel sheets, bodies pressed tight up against one another, they make sure to remember that.

When the time is right, Roman will get his turn with the Universal championship; whether that’s next week, next month, or ten years from now, it’ll happen. And it’ll be the ride of a lifetime and Seth will be the first one out to the ring to celebrate.

Until then, at the end of the day, they have each other.

And as it happens, compared to that, the glory of a title is practically insignificant.

fin.

[divine-draws]

Anonymous said to greyvolpe:

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Aaaa thank you so much!!! I don’t do it often and im doing these minifics instead of updating my like.. Acutal big fics lmaooo.. For ref this is gunna actually be a tidbit set in universe of THIS fic of mine!! This is set roughly 7-10 years ahead of canon and the boys are married my dudes. (ho boy it’s still a wip and is like 19k+ words. Please go check it out!! ;;0;; )

“Waking Up.”

There wasn’t a whole lot of days when they got to wake up gradually. It was either blaring alarms, someone’s voice calling over the intercoms (sometimes just an exhausted sounding Pidge calling them to get their asses out of bed.. Sometimes it was Allura’s clipped voice calling them out for drills for the second time, honestly what is taking you two so long. Do not make me come and get you personally) or it was just that one of them was up and didn’t give the other too much time to have a lazy morning in bed.

This day though? None of that applied. Of course Keith stirred around the time he typically woke up for his morning routine, a quick run often with Shiro before a shower and then breakfast, though today he didn’t push the sheets off enough to get out of bed. He remained curled up around Lance, nose pressed to the buzzed hair on the back of his neck. Keith kept his eyes closed as he shifted some, arm snaking more around Lance’s waist, pulling his husband just a tad closer to himself. There was a soft murmur from Lance though nothing else. Keith smiled softly, pressing his lips lightly to the back of Lance’s neck for a fleeting moment.

It was nice to have a morning like this. The team was split for various reasons, Lance and Hunk off on a diplomatic mission on Foblara and Keith heading off to deal with some planning with the Blade. Keith had been back to the castle rather quickly, only pausing in his tasks to make a quick run for some items Lance was running low on. It was a simple meeting with the Blade, but one that had to be done back on one of their bases less prying eyes and prying ears grow partial to the words exchanged. Lance and Hunk took longer. The simple diplomatic mission, that was honestly a breeze for the two charismatic men, went awry. No Galra though there was an assassination attempt. Despite the work they’ve done, they hadn’t won the heart of all in the Universe just yet. Hunk was to head back with Allura soon, but Lance was in the pod for a few varga and they had no plans of sending him back just yet. With that mess relatively taken care of, Keith was more than happy to hold Lance close for now.

Keith was pulled from his thoughts as Lance stirred a bit. Keith let go of him some so that Lance could roll over onto his back, eyes still shut and face mask flaking off a bit. Keith shifted to sit up some, getting a proper look at Lance. A strand of hair fell into his eyes and, in a smooth motion, Lance cracked his eyes open and brushed the strand back.

“Morning, Samurai,” Lance mumbled. His hand lingered, gently brushing along Keith’s cheek.

“Mornin’, Love,” Keith drawled with a gentle hum. “Sleep well?”

“Mhmmmn.. Better than I do in that shitty pod.” Lance grumbled out the last bit and for added effect dropped his hand down to rub his own neck.

“Maybe if you stopped throwing yourself at people you wouldn’t wind up in the pod so often,” Keith teased lightly. While Lance’s selflessness has saved their asses more than once and was something that Keith absolutely loved about Lance, it also was a site for concern.

“Well maaaybe you should tell people to stop shooting at us,” Lance said, voice dripping with snark. His tongue poked out at Keith. “I wouldn’t have to save your asses either if you maybe watched out more.” He snuggled a bit more into the blankets before going to scratch at his chin. He paused, fingertips brushing the dry face mask.

“Might wanna wash that off..” Keith idly commented, moving to lay back down. He lazily reached out to their nightstand to grab his holopad. The screen came to life and a picture of the team came up, Lance was holding the camera, face a bit too close and at the edge of the picture. His hand led back to clasp with Keith’s who was pulled into a tight embrace by Hunk. On the other side of Hunk, Pidge was grinning but also clearly trying to worm her way out, (She had complained about her long hair getting pulled during the hug and Hunk apologized profusely despite her insistence that “no really it’s fine!”) Allura had an arm partially thrown around them and Shiro and Coran were squeezed into the frame. Keith smiled softly at the photo and with a flick of the wrist, it was dismissed as the reports and agendas came up. His eyes flickered over to Lance as he sluggishly pulled himself out of bed.

“We don’t have much to do today.. Want to go out or stay in today..?” Keith called out as Lance disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.

“Go out!” There was the sound of a few bottles being knocked over, the tap running and a beat of silence before Lance slid out. Keith chuckled with an amused look.

“Baby, I’m taking you out on an amazing date today,” he purred, striking a bit of a pose and lidding his eyes some. Keith couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, Loverboy, try beating the date I took you on last time.” Lance grinned.

“You’re on.”

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Hey. Let’s Talk~ :3

Been awhile since I did a proper talk.

So, first off. Sorry, for the lack of posts. But. Hey! At least I was able to toss out to AU info sheets! Sooo, that’s good right? ^^;

Anyway… Here’s some things I’ve got planned and am hoping to get out soon. First Off, AUs, and Story WIPs.

AUs

I’m hoping to write up and put together info sheets on: KuroVillainous, Contained (SCP AU), Loyalty, and the Bodyguard AU. If possible I’ll even be doing some Character sketches and refs.

I will be going back and Working on previous AU designs for KV, Reaper, and Villainous Dolls.

I have been thinking about it, and it is possible that I’ll be making an Ask blog for one of the AUs. Maybe more. I’m not sure. But I’m definitely making an ask blog for one of them. If ya’ll have a certain AU you’d really like to see tell me and I’ll be sure to keep it in mind when I get around o preparing to make the blog.

I am going to be trying my best to flesh out the AUs as best as I can and try to avoid making new ones, at least until the ones I have right now are taken a care of.

Current Story WIPs

Loyalty AU, Main Story: This has… been in thought and planning, ever since my first story “Loyalty” was written and posted. I was hesitant at first… as this was originally supposed to be an Origin type story… but it soon was made into an AU probably when I started making other AUs.

I have started the story. The prologue is in the works, and I’d say about third of the way done.  Its still an Origin AU of sorts. And I’m planning on it probably being a multi-chapter mess. But… I’m looking forward to finishing it up and finally being able to post it.

Deal with the Devil, KV AU, Main Story: Chapter 2 has been started. It’s… no where near done. But, its being worked on. This is planned to be a long story. With it being a Slow burn, and with how I want to try and handle this AU with it being inspired by the anime/manga Black Butler there’s a lot I have to take in consideration and plan to make it fully its one au. I don’t want it being a complete parody of this series.

With this AU also still being in development with the Story to help create and set everything in place, please be patient with me as I work on it. Because of it still being in development, its one of the AUs I actually in mind for the Ask Blog.

Sweet Little Doll, Villainous Dolls AU, Main/Side Story: While this AU was first made simply for my love of Living Doll AUs, I really fell in love with it. And… SLD, really isn’t a main story, but its the first story, and I labeled it as Main, because its the first story. But I will be doing a two or three shot Main story line for it eventually. But Back to this story. This is going to be short. Three or four chapters at most. The second chapter hasn’t been started yet.

I will be starting it soon though. Once of course I have some more things written out. And worked on. But the next chapter is coming don’t worry. I have this already planned out I know where its going.

Not A Victim, Villainous, ???: Ok. By popular demand, the second installment is in the works. I… have no clue if this is a collection… or a two shot… or….. what ever. It was originally just a story of Flug being a salty, sassy, badass. And You all jumped on it like wolves on a deer. Like… DAMN.

Sooo, there’s more coming. I have no clue if there will be more or not… I guess thats entirely up to all of you.

Requests

I have two requests. Both of which have been thought over, one has been started, the other is still being planned. To the two anons who requested the Fluffy Paperhat story and the NSFW Paperhat story, thank you very much and I will be taking time between working on everything else to work and try to get the stories done as quickly as I can.

WIPs and Planned Stories

Alright. So. I have A LOT of WIPs for stories. About 11 possibly 12, not counting the ones mentioned. I’m only really going to do a few though

The Life of Death*, Reaper AU, Main Story, One-shot: *Name might change. This is the Main Story for the Reaper AU. It is very close to completion. However, I have paused in working on it. But it is planned and will be finished soon.

Unwanted Protection, Bodyguard AU, Possible Main story: I started this off when I first thought of the AU. Work is Paused. But I have a good amount of work on it.

Party, Villainous, Discord inspired: Been a WIP for months. I’d say… its about half way done.

The Attack, Villainous: Long awaited Prequel to “4 years” which was posted to AO3. Not sure if I posted it here or not. But its been a wip for months. Its coming, I promise.

WIP 3*, Villainous, ??: *Nameless as of now. This was something I wrote out… a short snippet of sorts based off a scene in a show I was watching at the time. And … I read through it and saved it in a doc. I’ll be adding on to it and hoping to post it soon.

That’s it. There’s a lot that is in the works. And I’m really hoping to get the Requests and Loyalty Story posted soon. I know its been… been really quiet lately. But I’m really hoping to pick things up soon.

So, until next time…

~Shadow