#abadoned building

[pointandshooter]

photo: David Castenson

[nesporazumno]

abadoned

[sofastuffing]

started as a sketch for a collab with irls and then I went a bit overboard

[saphiccarma]

- The Red Means I Love You

Relationships - Mob Boss!WandaNat x Reader

Summary - Your father had always been a little wacky, always paranoid. He died a few months ago and you moved into abadoned apartment, but you never thought that he would be involved in a mob.

Warnings: Kidnapping (?), maybe the slightest bit dark Nat? Nothing serious today

Wanda Maximoff was well known for her cruelty. She was known to be harsh and unforgiving, a woman of power who made no exceptions. Anyone who dared to utter her name did so with respect, a reverence that was reserved for one other person. Her wife, Natasha Romanoff. She was known for being stern. A woman who commanded her people with an iron fist and didn't let mistakes slide.

They were two of the most famous mob mosses there was, with a few exceptions, and very few dared to cross their paths. It had taken them years to build their regime, to gather trusted members, and now that they had it, they weren't letting anything get in their way. They weren't letting even the smallest mistakes go.

Not that you knew that. When you had moved into your father's old apartment after he died, you thought nothing of it. At the time you were still living with your mother, fresh out of college, and needed a place to live. You applied to work at a hospital nearby and after being accepted, you moved into your father's place. It was a shaggy old apartment. Each shelf had a thin layer of dust, and you swear that the smell of cigarettes was permanent.

Digging around a bit, you had found a gun stashed under the bed, which was odd, and a knife hidden in the kitchen. Your father always had been a bit paranoid. Always muttering about how they were going to get him. Your mother had called him crazy which led to their divorce, but they had shared custody, so you still heard parts of his ramblings.

Your cheeks were a soft shade of pink from the chill in the air as you walked home. The blue scrubs you wore swished and crinkled and the gravel crunched under your feet. It wasn't the smartest idea, to be walking home late at night, but your phone was dead and you didn't have a car. You had also forgotten your pepper spray. Internally cursing yourself, you took a right, straight down the sketchy looking alley that smelled of alcohol and smoke. Inhaling sharply, you carefully began to scurry down it.

Before you had barely gone five steps, there was dull thud that you hardly registered in the back of your head. The world spun for a short moment before everything went black.

^__________^

A coppery tang filled your mouth, coating your cheeks and gums. Blinking blearily, you swiped your tongue along your teeth, distinctly tasting blood. Your entire body ached, a heavy weight pressing down on you. There were ropes tied around your wrists, you noted when you tried to move, and similar ones around your feet. You were sat on a wooden chair, one that creaked when you struggled.

The ropes dug into your skin, burning it and making the situation all the more uncomfortable. A distinct prick stung the back of your eyes as you glanced around the dark room. Water dripped lazily from the ceiling, falling in a repetitive pattern onto the floor. It matched the humid air that drifted around. Sweat formed on the back of your back and you could fell a small droplet drip down.

But there was no light. You could only hear the droplets, and despite being in here for a few moments, your eyes refused to adjust further than allowing you to see a door and the chair you were in. Twisting once more, you tried to free yourself from the painful restraints, but to no avail. They remained snug around your wrists and ankles.

The door swung open and lights were flicked on. You squeezed your eyes shut; the brightness surprising you. Faintly you heard footsteps along the concrete floor, and you forced yourself to look. A woman stood in front of you. Her hair was fiery red, a color that accented her green eyes, and it rolled down to her shoulders in perfect waves. She regarded you cooly, a look in her eyes that promised pain, yet devoid of any emotion.

"Ms. Y/L/N," she said lowly, huskily even, "I've wanted to meet you."

You flinched back when her hand came up to your face. Tears welled in your eyes. Gently, the tips of her perfectly manicured nails tapped the side of your face, tracing your cheekbone down to your chin. Just when you thought she would pull away, her nails dug into the sides of your jawline as she gripped your jaw. The force was painful. A small whimper escaped you as you tried to pull away. Key word being tried.

"Do you know who I am? I doubt your father ever bothered to enlighten you." She twisted your head side to side, her forest green eyes scanning you up and down as if you were a science experiment. "He spoke fondly of you."

A shaky breath was exhaled from your lungs as you tried to formulate words, "Who- Who are you?"

"Natasha Romanoff, your father's former boss."

Then finally, just as you thought she would draw blood, her hand released your cheek. Flexing your jaw, you stared at her oddly. She wore black combat pants with a matching skintight long sleeve shirt. There was a gun holstered to her thigh. Some things were clicking into place, like the gun you had found stashed in the apartment, or the giant pile of money, but the full picture hadn't come in yet.

"You have no idea, do you?" She was crouched now, her eyes level to yours as she leaned forward, "Your father was in great debt. It was a shame he was killed." Although her face showed pity, the jutting of her lower lip and the sad glimmer in her eyes, her tone held none. "But since he's dead, that debt has fallen onto you."

"How much did he owe you?" your voice was barely steady. It cracked every other word and made the tears in your eyes all the more prominent.

A small, amused, laugh escaped her. You wished to believe it was genuine, but it sounded nothing of the sort, "Oh he didn't owe me money. No, he owed me something much more valuable. He owed me time. Servitude. But he died before that could be filled out. You, however, are still alive."

"And if I can't?" The words were whispered softly as you kept your gaze to the ground. You could hardly hear Natasha's breath, your own overshadowing it. All that was audible was your own breath and the sound of your heartbeat in your eyes.

"Do you care for your mother?"

Her question sent a jolt of fear through you, one that sparked your veins and made you snap your head up.

"Don't hurt her!" you pleaded, tugging at your restraints, "Please, she did nothing."

The smile on her face could have been called sinister, "Oh darling," Natasha's fingers reached for your face again, ignoring your flinch, and gently tracing the side of your cheek, "I don't plan to. As long as you comply."

"I don't- I don't know how to do any of this stuff," you mumbled. You didn't want to do any of this stuff. From what you had gathered, Natasha ran a mob. Mobs hurt people. You had become a nurse to help people, to heal - not to hurt.

"I'll teach you," she said softly. For the first time in your interaction, her features lost a bit of their edge. It was hardly noticeable, just her lips loosening their frown and her jaw unclenching slightly. Out of the corner of your tear-filled eyes you saw her draw a knife from her boot. A violent flinch ran through you as you tried to squirm away. "Stay still," Natasha chided.

She sliced through your binds, the knife dangerously close to your skin. You didn't dare to move as she rose from her crouch, not until she gestured for you to follow. Frantically, you stood from the chair, wombling a bit due to the fact that your legs were asleep, and scurred after her. She walked with a certain air of confidence, one that had the guard outside the door saluting - even if it seemed slightly playful. The place she led you through was surprisingly nice compared to the room you were held in. The walls were a dark color, one that you would picture in medieval times, and it smelled of fresh wood and whiskey. Just the slightest bit.

Everything was utterly silent as you followed Natasha, your breath loud and obnoxious even as you tried to quiet it. Fear coursed through you, sparking every bit of you to life. You were still dressed in your scrubs, the comfortable material still holding up, but being rather loud as you walked. Leading you up to a set of doors, Natasha pushed them open, and you were met with a large set of mats.

Black mats were laid on the floor, a perfect square. A couple boxing bags hung in the corner of the room, dangling from a set of chains. There were a few times when your father had tried to teach you boxing, but he never got it stick. You had always been driven to help people rather than hurt. Even if it was self-defense.

As Natasha stepped onto the mats, waiting for you to do the same, you realized what was happening. Oh- she was teaching you now. Like now now. If you were scared before, you knew you were scared now, especially based on the way her fingers flexed and she smirked with her chin tilted up. Hell no. The most you knew about boxing was the stance and that was about it. A jab and backhand punch, maybe, but it had been so long ago when you learned.

"Come on," she encouraged, her voice laced with faux sweetness, "Let's go."

The words forced you into action, stepping onto the mat hesitantly, and attempting to match the stance she slid into. Yours was undoubtedly sloppier and way worse, but you were going to lose this fight anyway - there was no winning this one. Before you could even attempt to gain your bearings, Natasha's fist was in your face, pressing hard into your nose.

You stumbled back, faintly tasting blood as it dripped down to your lips. Squeezing your eyes shut you hardly noticed Natasha moving forward and her leg sweeping beneath you. A harsh thump echoed through the room as you fell onto the mat. The air in your lungs was forced out as you sharply exhaled, and the back of your head pounded with a dull pain.

With a small groan, you opened your eyes, only to see a disappointed expression. Natasha had her arms crossed, a firm frown settled on her face and her brows slightly furrowed.

Her foot nudged your side, "Get up. Again."

The two of you went at it for hours after that.

^___________^

You’ve worked for Natasha for about half a year now. It had become a routine at that point. You stayed at the base like everyone and worked hard, laying low and trying to blend in. For some odd reason, Natasha had taken a special liking to you. At least, that's what Bucky told you. Bucky was one of Natasha's oldest acquaintances, one of her most trusted people, and he oversaw some of your training.

"She likes you," he mumbled under his breath. You, covered in sweat and maybe a couple of tears, shook your head as you sat on the bench, denying the statement entirely. Based on the fact that Natasha beat you up for what felt like the thousandth time that month, she most certainly did not like you.

Natasha came onto the base every day aside from Sunday and would spend two to three hours training you. Whether it was teaching you how to shoot, how to wield a knife, or simple hand to hand combat. It was exhausting, training with her for hours until your entire body was sore and aching and then doing the same the next day. Slowly, it became easier, starting with simple things until you could feel the difference. Maybe you didn't sweat as much, or you didn't need to take long breaks, until you started noticing that you held up against Natasha longer than usual.

It still wasn't enough, based on the way she was perched atop you, her legs straddling your hips. Her arms were right by your head, muscular and firm, breath just the slightest bit heavy. You thought she looked beautiful. There was the slightest sheen of sweat coating her forehead, and a few loose curls that fell from her braid, framing her face perfectly. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement.

Natasha leaned down, her lips, perfect and soft, were ever closer to yours. Your heart skipped a bit as your lashes fluttered. That was another thing - you had a crush on Natasha. As childish as it sounded, you really did. The only thing stopping you was the fact that she had a wife. You had never met Wanda, but people spoke her name with reverence, always watching the way they spoke.

On the other hand, Natasha almost never spoke of her, just fleeting mentions to other people. It was the one thing that held you back from trying to go after Natasha. Well, that and the fact that Natasha was downright terrifying, and if you got rejected you weren't sure if you could stand it.

Before you had the chance to think about it more, to even consider pressing your lips onto hers, Natasha did it for you. Her lips, soft and gentle, pressed down on yours. For the briefest moment you were shocked, merely melting into her touch. It felt heavenly, to finally kiss her, and as her tongue pushed into your mouth, you tasted strawberries.

Then, just as Natasha tried to deepen it further, you pushed her off, staring at her with confused eyes. She was married, she had a wife who, supposedly, she loved very much. But the mob boss was only smirking at you, lips curling upward and her tongue flicking out to lick them. The sight sent a shiver down your spine and heat up your cheeks.

"Your- Your married," you murmured, the words breathy and light.

Natasha reached her hand out, brushing a hair away from your face, "I know. She knows." It was the most tender you had ever seen her, different from the harsh and cruel side. You liked it. "She wants to meet you. Wanda wants to meet the girl that captured my attention."

You were too surprised to form a response, merely sputtering as Natasha smirked down at you. Her wife was okay with it? Faintly you realized that meant Natasha talked about you, but that wasn't the main focus. Mainly, Natasha was okay to have a relationship with you. Well, you couldn't call it a relationship yet, she could just be wanting to fuck you. It was probably the latter.

"What-" you cleared your throat, gently pushing her off you and sitting up, "Would we be in a relationship? Or am I just a fuck toy?" Your harsh vocabulary drew a surprised laugh out of Natasha, and she threw her head back just the slightest bit to expose her neck.

"No, you would not be a fuck toy. Otherwise, Wanda wouldn't want to meet you."

Her words soothed the anxiety that had begun to bubble in your stomach. The last thing you wanted to be was just a toy she played with, something she used to release her frustrations. You didn't want to just become an object.

Natasha grinned at your baffled look, her smirk dimming, "Before you meet her though, you have your first job."

^__________^

It's meant to be simple. Natasha is meeting with an opposing mafia, one that had been her rival for a long while. You weren't meant to just stand there and look intimidating. In all honestly, you were the worst person to pick, maybe aside from Kate. But Yelena, Bucky, Clint and even Steve were all much more intimidating. Whether it was because they had a glare that could cut through the harshest materials or because the mere sight of them sent shivers down someone's spine. You were genuinely afraid to approach Steve when you first met him until you found out he was just a big teddy bear.

Even though you were perhaps the worst option, Natasha had chosen to bring you and Bucky. It may have been odd to you, but Bucky just rolled with it, driving the three of you to the venue. You fiddled with the gun strapped to your thigh. The safety was off already, so that you could just pull it out of the holster and shoot. You were still scared you would shoot yourself in the foot.

The pants you wore were tight against your legs along with the shirt, both perfectly outlining your frame. It made you slightly uncomfortable, however Natasha insisted you wear this and she was your boss, so you went with it. The car, a sleek black stingray, pulled into an empty parking lot, its tires crunching on the gravel.

You exited the car, closing the door softly, and inhaling the night air. It had been a few months since you went outside. The opportunity presented itself, but you never found the time. Either that or you were too tired to muster the energy. But now you realized that you had missed it. A cool breeze ruffling your hair and tainting your cheeks and tips of your ears a soft pink. The firm feeling of the ground beneath you.

An owl hooted above you, alerting you to its presence, and you glanced up to see it soaring in the sky. Your gaze traveled to the moon, which was still low in the sky, but high enough to shine a blue light down on you. Its dim light allowed the stars to shine, even if they were dimmed by the cities lights. Bucky's footsteps crackled the gravel as he stepped out of the car.

"You like the stars doll?" his Brooklyn accent slipped through as he said the pet name. He called nearly everyone that so you didn't think much of it, it just seemed to be his way of showing affection.

"Focus up," Natasha snapped, a whole new personality on her now. She was harsh and cruel before, but now it was different. There wasn't the slightest bit of softness in her features, no little hints that she cared for either of you.

She was also wearing a new attire, although similar to when you first met her. Sleek black pants and a long sleeve shirt that had gloves attached to it. The pants perfectly fit her frame, and you would be lying if you said they didn't show off her ass a bit and you didn't enjoy it. Her skintight shirt allowed you and everyone to see the muscles in her arms as she moved, each one flexing. It was a little hot, you weren't going to lie.

A car skidded into the gravel lot, its tires screeching and steam billowing out of the back. It was a sleek sports car that shimmered under the moonlight and a duplicate followed it, albeit a bit slower. Out of it stepped a man.

He had sunglass perched atop his nose, tinted glass perfectly obscuring his eyes. A goatee coated his lower face, the scruffy hair not prominent, but noticeable all the same. He wore a fine suit that looked like it fit him and his air of confidence.

"Romanoff!" He cheered, his voice arrogant and flamboyant, "It's nice to see you again." Although you hadn't known this man for long, you could tell that it was fake. His arms spread out as if going for a hug, but he dropped them before even getting close. Behind him stood a dark-skinned man who wore a suit and had his hands folded in front of him. There was a young boy who had brown fluffy hair and wide brown. The man whistled lowly, "I see you've got a new...thing." He said the word with intent, wiggling his brows suggestively.

You tried not to visibly recoil, even if the words reminded you that Natasha could just be using you.

"Stark," Natasha's voice held a warning, one that promised pain, "We're here to discuss business."

Stark waved his hand with a scoff, pulling his glasses down to make eye contact, "I don't have your money Romanoff. I don't owe you any."

"You blew up one of my buildings," she snarled. Her tone sent a shiver down your spine. In all honestly you had no idea how Stark didn't crumble right then and there, Natasha was scary when she wanted to be.

"On accident, and I didn't even do it - it was an acquaintance."

Natasha scoffed, "Oh please. You hired Danvers to do it. Listen, Stark - I'm giving you until the end of the month, 30 days, to get me the money for blowing up the building."

The man had a deep scowl on his face as his eyes bore into Natasha. They briefly flickered over to you, his brown eyes tracing your face and your features. You felt a bit self-conscious, the suit you were wearing was particularly tight and framed every bit of you. Then, he smirked, his gaze going back to Natasha.

Tipping his head slightly in goodbye, Stark spun around, heading towards his car while the other two went to their own. The three of you stood there until they left, and only then did you see Natasha soften.

"I hate him," she grumbled, marching towards the car.

Bucky started the engine as you climbed in, "I know," he soothed, "It'll be over soon."

Natasha sighed, the sound heavy and laced with annoyance. She turned to face you sitting in the back, the slightest smirk on her face, "Ready to meet Wanda?"

[avesdraws]

i watched theparrygods patient zero again yesterday, which has such good desolation scenes with the abadoned apartment so it made me think of Nick just. exploring the outlands and other abandoned buildings in hl2….like these massive dwellings that housed entire groups of humans, the feared predator, are now left to decay, sometimes the owner still inside and a bunch of bones. Just echoes of their once massive, monstruos greatness. Now only the smell of blood and war is in there

[yoroshiu]

Riku glances over at Sora and Kairi as he continues to build the raft, an uncertainty building in his throat. They were a group of three. So why did he feel out of the loop from those conversations? He calls them out, telling them to come over to help him, effectively ending whatever discussion they were having. He reassures himself that it isn't important.

Riku feels his heart thrum against his chest as he watches Sora banter with that duck and dog companion easily, as if they were always friends. Riku feels like an outsider. Replaced. What about Kairi? What about him? Maleficent tells him that Sora has replaced him. Sora has abandoned Kairi. Abadoned him. Riku turns away in frustration, hoping to turn it into an apathetic fire.

Riku sees Sora and Kairi after a long year of hiding and covers his face, puts up his hood, and runs. He cannot bear to join them because how could he? The shame eats away at him. It overcomes his desire to squeeze himself in their space. To take in their warmth and bask in it.

Kairi easily befriends two boys named Sora and Riku, but she cannot help but feel like she had stepped in between something pre-established, a norm. She watches them play with swords and bring up a joke only they know. Even though they always try their best to make her feel involved—a trio, not a duo and a plus one—she can't entirely destroy the unease in her gut.

Kairi feels a sense of distance. Those two keep on running on ahead without her, telling her to wait, to stay put. She doesn't want to do that anymore. She misses Sora's brown hair—something that had only (finally) become clear in her mind just recently. She misses Riku's smug and reliable grin. Why do they keep moving forward while she has to stay behind?

Kairi has finally gained the means to be of help, to finally fight by their sides. But Sora and Riku like slipping through her fingers like water droplets from the sink. Sora does that same smile that's supposed to bring a sense of joy, but it only fills her with grief. Riku uses that worried tone that's supposed to be endearing, but it only makes her feel resigned. How much longer?

Sora thinks of himself as less than cool when it comes to his best friends, Riku and Kairi. He's always felt that way. Riku—strong, cool, apparently the Keyblade's Chosen One. Kairi—kind, determined, apparently a Princess of Heart. He's apparently proven himself, but he still feels smaller than them.

Sora finds a vague sensation of desparation that gives him déjà vu as Riku and Kairi keep disappearing on him. One lead shifts into the disappearance of the other. He's made to ask, kneel and beg for any clues. He feels that he's always chasing. They keep being just out of reach.

Sora is at the end of his wits. Despite the clear sky and sea, he's only a torrent of loss and failure. A missed hand, a last stand—it fills him with a sorrow so heavy that he feels a familiar weight on his heart. He brushes it off because he can't be destroyed by it again. Sora brushes his pants and stands up because things are really hopeless without them. Riku and Kairi had called him strong, but he thinks that they're much stronger. They're the key to ending this once and for all.

[solsticewytch]

Okay, I had a crackpot idea, not even a theory (it is by the end of this post btw) just an idea, that I need to put out in the ether.

So, I recently came across a post from @vertigala who theorized that RedCanary might be the new host for Protocolverse!Jonah Magnus. And I thought, if they were to ever show up in person it sure would be fun horrible if RedCanary was someone we know from TMA. So... I'm trying to work out who would make more sense be absolutely gut-wrenching when it hits me. What if, just IF, because the likelihood of this is, like, zero, I'm sure, but JUST WHAT IF... RedCanary is Protocolverse!Jonathan Sims?

I mean just think about the potential in that. The moment we first hear this universe's Jon talking in TMAGP, sounding "awfully happy" or something, bringing a fleeting sense of joy, knowing that at least in one universe he's not so devastatingly miserable, but it slowly dawns on us, and on Jon if he's the one/one of who's listening, that it's not him, that that bastard wins again, that utter, truly next-level defeat, that heartache! And then for however long Jonah would be an active threat in TMAGP we'd have to hear him through Jon's own voice, see him in his body, all the while TMA!Jon, trapped in the 'puters (with TMA!Jonah nonetheless), using the last remnants of his own agency, all of his remaining consciousness, is actively trying to stop him (and/or this world's horrors), as the only people being vaguely aware of him are a paranoid IT guy who is actively conspiring againts him and a woman from his own world who has every reason not just to never trust Jon but also (imo) wanting to work againts him given the chance.

On top of all of this there's the several layers deep irony to all of it. Jon being the one who reads out that case, either out of his own choice or being forced to do so, the implication of him specifically chosing this case to deter Sam from or leading him directly towards the Magnus Institue, or someone else using Jon for that. Then there's the idea of this universe's Jon willingly seeking out spooky abandoned locations for fun and then meeting a gory demise from exploring the burned down ruins of the Magnus Institute, becoming a mistery known only to the mostly oblivious staff of an organization that specifically looks for these eldritch monsters to recruit, reducing his experience to little more than random numbers in a database that nobody uses anymore.

Even though RedCanary doesn't particularly strike me as a likely candidate for Protocolverse!Jon based on the wording of their comments alone, plus they also suggest they're from Manchester and their dad is still alive, I still think it would make some weird, karmic sense for them to be this universe's Jon. By not growing up in Bournemouth or, more importantly, not being raised by his grandmother, who'd carelessly buy any random cheap book on clearance for him to read, he could have avoided making any significant connection to the supernatural in childhood and therefore avoiding geting on the radar of the Magnus Institute prior to their destruction in '99, despite now being much closer to it. This being Jon, I think he would still have that Eye-aligned thirst for knowledge, secrets, uncaring for the dangers he'd be exposed to while looking for them, so with the Institute gone he finds another way to satiate that thirst and developes a liking for exploring abadoned places. Which then leads him back to the Magnus Institute, striking his interest, publically at least, with it being "cleared", "explored to death", holding no more secrets, yet not having any pictures to show it, not having any concrete information on it. So he goes to explore, not being deterred by the state of the building, being careless, expects piles of papers, the renmants of the knowledge that place once held, having the sense of doors shutting behind him, seeing grafiti on the wall and wanting to know more about it, trying to document all of it and failing to do so due to photographic distortions, having to resort to older technology, taking something they're weren't supposed to, not just in a supernatural sense, but the place they're discussing all of this is also against it, the rising paranoia that leads to the brutal mutalation of their eyes, the sight of which makes the forum freak out and remove the only photo that found its way to the internet, the only real evidence of what happened to them. All of it is there, narratively speaking, for the audience of TMA entering this new world, this new story, serving as a red thread from one world to another, basically summarising the entirity of TMA without spoilers. But how thematically fitting it would be that after being welcomed in this new world by the remnants of Martin, who's pained sob was the last thing the tapes supposedly recorded before entering the Protocolverse, telling us a tale reminisent of his own feelings and his, Jon's and Jonah's state of being at the moment ("Some of him") the person who then basically introduces us not just to this world's Magnus Institute and the danger it still holds but also theslightly changed rules of the Fears, warning us not to / beckoning us to investigate further, to be this world's Jon, appearing only through a thematically fitting username in a tale told to us by the remnants of the original world's Jon. Once used by Jonah to be the vessel through which all the fears entered the world, now possessed entirely by Jonah, allowing him to enter the world even after being defeated and do as he pleases.

(...Okay, I know it all started as a sleep deprived mind's musing on a bittersweet scene that was likely never to happen but I'm lowkey totally sold on this idea now.)

[dalekofchaos]

AEW Women's Blood & Guts pitches

I think doing two Blood & Guts in one night is unrealistic, especially when there is no story, stables or build up, but there is 6 weeks, so who knows? But ideally I would wait to do it until sometime in late August or in the Fall to do Women's Blood & Guts, specifically October just so we have an excuse to bring Abadon in lol.

Pitch 1. Team Statlander vs Team Willow

Simply put this is the best way we can do it if we wanna make the July 26th deadline.

Team Statlander

Kris Statlander

Deonna Purrazzo

Skye Blue

Anna Jay

Tay Melo

Team Willow

Willow Nightingale

Thunder Rosa

Hikaru Shida

Riho

Abadon

Pitch 2. Team Mercedes vs Team AEW

At some point Mercedes turns heel and forms a stable. Let's call it Moné Industries, cause she needs to be CEO of something. Kamille and Megan Bayne debut(Kamille who's been signed for a year and Megan who's been signed for months) I would add Kiera Hogan and Nyla Rose into the stable.

Team Moné

Mercedes

Kamille

Megan Bayne

Kiera Hogan

Nyla Rose

Team AEW

Toni Storm

Mariah May

Britt Baker

Jamie Hayter

Hikaru Shida

Pitch 3. Team AEW vs ROH

Fuck it. Let's just do an invasion. I need an excuse to put Athena on Dynamite and not stay marooned on fucking ROH and it ends with the winner taking all 3 belts and becoming a Triple Crown Champion.

Team AEW

Toni Storm

Mariah May

Mercedes Mone

Britt Baker

Jamie Hayter

Team ROH

Athena

Billie Starkz

Queen Aminata

The Renegade Twins

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It was May 31st and your staying the night at your girlfriend Indi's house because for each day of Pride month you guys are going to do pride related activities, she made popcorn as you waited on the floor finding a series of movies for you guys to watch. You picked the Harry Potter series and pressed play while you opened a lego set that you both are going to build as you watched the series together. She sat next to you as part 1 of Harry Potter started you both started opening the little packets of the Harry Potter lego set.

You guys did that until 11:30 pm when you two decided to settle in the bed with your guys cats laying at the bottom curled up in a ball together. You two cuddled as a cartoon played in the background lowly as she turned off the bedside lamps, you laid your head on her chest with your arm over her as you watched the tv until you fell asleep. While you slept Indi posted a boomerang of you and her building legos together while watching Harry Potter to her Instagram story before she kissed your head good night then going to sleep herself.

The next day Indi and you woke up doing your morning routine as she posted a mirror selfie of her kissing your cheek to reveal your relationship, you let her post it because you was ok with her outing y’all’s relationship and you felt safe that the both of you are coming out together. For the first day of pride month you and Indi went to a pride friendly library and grabbed a few pride/wlw books to read while y’all sat together on beanbag chairs that the library had out. You loved when you and Indi went to the library it’s always so relaxing to read in silence and you just loved spending time with Indi in general.

This was your favorite activity to do with Indi and after you guys read a few chapters you tell each other what you read so far to see if you guys want to check out the books or not. The books you did love you both wrote down on a piece of paper so you can buy them and start collecting books to put on your guys bookshelf. When you got done in the library you and Indi checked out 2 books each putting them in the car as she drove y’all to a park. You both walked through the park holding hands as she told you about what her character is doing currently in Wwe , since you didn’t wrestle you loved listening to all the stories she would tell you; it makes you happy that she’s doing what she loved.

Day 2 of pride you and Indi sat in your guys yard with a laptop looking at pride inspired causes that you and her both donated money too, even though it seemed like a tiny gesture you both know it meant a lot to the both of you and the people running the causes. When y’all donated to enough causes Indi played music as you and her danced around in the grass together while the cats watched happily. While you guys were dancing you both thought about what the future holds for your relationship, sometimes it can be scary but it also can’t be avoided.

You loved Indi with everything in you and vice versa for her so you thought about marriage but did she? You both have been dating for 6+ years so this was a pretty serious relationship for the both of you. You leaned on her as both of y’all stood in the grass “indi have you ever thought of marrying me?” You asked looking up at her and you’ll never forget the look on her face; she was so happy that her face lit up with excitement.

“Of course I have, and when I’m ready to I’ll ask” she responded smiling. You smiled now knowing she has thought about marriage too, you two danced for what felt like forever until you went inside as it started to rain. You and her were both soaked from the rain but lucky enough that she put her laptop inside before y’all started dancing. You both looked over at each other and started laughing at how soaked y’all both were from the rain so you guys changed and made some tea together.

Day 3 of Pride you and her put a blanket in the grass in your backyard with the cats laying in the grass, you and her put painting canvases and small paint containers on the blanket before sitting down. She saw a trend on TikTok where you paint for 5 minutes then pass the canvas and continue doing that until the painting was done, so she wanted to do that trend with you using the colors of yours and her sexuality flag. You and her did that for about an hour getting like 2 paintings done so you decided to hang the 4 of them up in the living room while also hanging up the paw print ones that the cats did.

You and her also had a busy day today with things to do and errands to do, first you and her had to go to the grocery store to stock up on food, get more cat food and supplies, stop at the post office for your P.O. Box that was filled with fan mail, and she wanted to get more Lego sets. Those errands took the rest of the day tiring you and her both out.

Day 4 of pride you and her decided to go to a pride parade together, you and her matched outfits with your sexuality flag in the form of a pin on your shirt and Indi did the same. You and her walked hand in hand to where the parade was going to be held and you both started walking with the parade. You met some of her fans that was there and they was so sweet to you it was adorable, you and her walked with the parade until 7pm then y’all went home.

When you and her settled down y’all decided to watch a new wlw movie series that she found when you was in the shower. You guys are on part 3 of the series which was good so far, you and her was actually liking the series so far except for the parts where you wanted something to happen and the complete opposite happened. At midnight you and Indi sat in the bed reading the books that you checked out from the library until you two got tired then went to sleep cuddling each other.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Welp. If there was a god of war style game based off our Einherjars.

Two things.

One the games are built like the Norse saga. So more rpg elements more open world. With stories and funny moments.

The hero would be Göll who thanks to time hijinks (aka stealing Cronous's sickle hoping to help save mortalkind from hell and heaven) finds herself unable to get to heaven but she can get stronger and stronger with more godly ascension as she gains new titles and roles as she helps the champions and because the gods are dicks she has to find various weapons and powers the contain the powers of the heros.

There will be two sagas.

The monster saga:(Hell opened up and is causing mayhem and goll works with the heros powers and weapons to defeat the monsters and demons.)

The heaven saga:(goll became a god and made the champions the new gods of mortal kind meanwhile various gods are trying to kill her cause goll kinda uprooted heaven's dynamic.)

But here we go. Hardest boss fights. And why. And again, just random ideas. For a game idea. If you want, I can make the easiest fights? And these are what it's with what I know about these fandoms and mythologies, so plz be nice.

10:æta (the monster Saga) this is a massive troll that's resistant to the weapons Goll should have for this story being bun's claymore Ruby's Scythe and Paradox's battleaxe while wearing Garou's gauntlets it's also immune to the only fire and ice spell Goll knows. Dosent help it's huge club hits hard.

9:nukalaweve (monster saga) this large demonic centaur is a oceanic deamon so it's resistant to fire and dark magic it's also really quick. Thankfully it is a big target and using Pico's rifle you can hit the monster from long range.

8:Set (the god saga) the EGYPTIAN GOD OF CHAOS is good at magic and spear fighting WHO KNEW? Dosent help that he is also a storm and desert god so he can whip up sand and lighting to blind and blast you back. Be prepared to get poked. A lot.

7:The helldrake (The monster Saga) It's a gaint f u metal dragon powered the soul of a deamon and is a deamon engine, so it's powered by chaos To make this one worse, it's just the random broken bits of various broken deamon engines held together by sheer spite. It's also chaos undivided, so you have poison tendrils boiling blood and a shit ton of magic. Dosent help it's fast. Thankfully, you have Sunblood's anti mater Singularity canon, which, if you aim right, just melts it's health (looked them up. Gonna say this now. These things better be rare.)

6:Tezlapoka (the god saga) the Aztec jaguar god whos in charge of darkness. So it's immune to your only fire attack and Dearil's shadows so and being a night god he'll randomly make the whole area go dark making it harder to see him and at half health he makes a large dark black sun that starts coating the floor in fire.

5:Be'lakor (god saga) a deamon prince with the powers of the runinous four. And you did just fight Abadon the Neverchosen and his fire horse. To make the problem worse half way through the fight he just steals the sword of Kaine which makes his stronger and gives him new powers also he starts useing his blade of Shadows be glad he has that glowing chest scar. (If you played total warhammer this would be a major 'OH COME ON!' Also you should know this is a problem when the chaos god literally stop fighting just long enough to trick you into killing his ass.)

4:The Tarasque (monster saga) problem one unlike every other time you have to fight a gaint monster you don't have a gaint of your own. (The helldrake you have a mech to help hold it off the chaos dreadnought ambush ruby sends her 'eldest baby' who is a large trynaind that both Penny and Weiss coated in armour and guns to help you. Before you ask she named it Numnum) this thing is bigger then a building. And between the scorpion tail and the fact it's a 'dragon' it barfs fire on you. Thankfully between Jaunne's sheild and Mai's spears it's weak light based attacks. (It got beat in the myths by saint Martha who splashed Holy water on it then whacked it with a crucifix.)

3:amaterasu (The god saga) the sun goddess of Japan is simply testing you so she is holding back but you are forced to use Naruko's rope dart Kaito's sword and Saito's gun blade to hold her off due to her wanting to see what they can do. Thanks to you having Tsugu's cloak you should have a teleport dodge and a fire resistance. But be warned. She will absolutely whack you around with her prayer beads and chakrams.

2:The Crystal Hydra (the monster saga) this post game boss fight has a lot of loopholes to go through. You need all the weapons find a secret dungeon kill the other hydra bosses and the whole time goll will fell a odd feeling that being Paradox (the man who flipped off a sun god roasting him and laughed at death and destruction gods trying to kill him) being terrified of this thing. It's immune to everything by Holy and dark magic and has high hp and defense. It also has 3 heads that won't let up. Half health it and it's skulls start flying like made and loose the darkness weakness and somehow they still are durable and the heads can revive each other and they HEAL (bonus they're immune to most magic.)

1:Uranus (god saga. Look I don't want to jib God of war and record of ragnarok by having the bbeg being ra Odin or zues. And themeing here is fun Uranus is the embodiment of the sky and heavens. So the final fight against heaven's corruption leads to you fighting well. HEAVEN) let's see. He's strong enough to scare The titans who nearly killed the Olympic gods and was created to be Gaia's equal. Gaia like Nyx and tartarus scares the shit out of the gods. You need everyone and everything you can get. H A V E F U N

@hazawatsugu @splatoonfan88 (tagging friends.)

[ellejellehell]

I'm a bit behind but are they building up to abadon vs toni storm? could you image just... waow the vibes

[blueonwrestling]

Man we're actually getting Julia Hart vs Abadon build here on collision with a video package, that's kinda cool.

[mobiblackout]

AEW really had to build their women's division with near zero resources after WWE snached all the good ones during Mae Young Classics. I get that they should put more effort and energy into their booking and storyline development. It's not been perfect for the last five years at all, but I really enjoyed watching people like Sky Blue, Julia Hart, Red Velvet, Kiera Hogen, Abadon all grow right before our very eyes, and you can tell that they are really finding themselves this year, I can't help but to be excited for all of them.

[alliesweetsong]

LFRP: Allie Sweetsong

Face/Voice Inspiration: Gal Gadot

SERVER: Moon Guard

-BASICS-

Full Name: Allisel Sweetsong though most just call her Allie

Pronunciation: Alley-sell

Name Meaning:  The meaning of Allie is��“noble kind”.

Age: Adult (Elven Equivalent of late twenties)

Race: Quel’dorei turned Ren’dorei

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

-PHYSICAL APPEARANCE-

Hair: brown 

Eyes: Sky Blue

Skin: fair, warm toned

Height: 5'7”

Build: Athletic, toned

Clothing Style: Out in the field: Light, leather armor, something that allows for swift movement but doesn’t skimp on protection Off Duty, lounging about: Casual clothing usually something to support a pistol holster.

Jewelry: Ear Piercings

-PERSONAL-

Class: Hunter

Profession: Allie has served as a bodyguard and bartender. During the 4th war she served as a combat scout where she came into her own. Though officially discharged from Active Duty among the 7th Legion, post war she maintains relationships with those she needs to, should they have need of her once more. 

Exercise Habits: A Morning Run to the range, A run back to her home and weight training

Diet: Mostly high calorie stuff

Physical/Psychological Ailments: None that any see.

Birthplace: Quel’Thalas

Residence: Duskwood

-RELATIONSHIPS-

Father: Taimal Sweetsong (Alive)

Mother: Eona Sweetsong (Alive) 

Siblings: unknown

Relationships: Happy with @theron-valteric

Children: A son named Coron

(Art by @art-zoratrix ) 

-SKILLS & ABILITIES-

Talents: Superb Aiming and weapons discipline. Trained in archery, but has since picked up a rifle instead.   has the ability to read a given situation and analyze how to approach

Shortcomings: Can often misjudge people and their intentions, (Seeing them as a friend when really an enemy etc) “Loyal to a fault” is known to lose her temper rapidly if arguments escalate 

Languages: Common,Thalassian

-MINDSET & MANNERISMS-

Temperament: Mostly warm, outgoing, friendly. Has a sunny disposition. 

Speech Style: Eloquent though she still gets hung up on common phrases that humans use. 

Hobbies: reading, making explosives and munitions, relaxing beachside

Habits: Drinks socially

Drive/Motivation: Literally to help others. As cliché as that sounds. She enjoys helping others complete menial tasks or large missions. She doesn’t do it for money, nor notoriety, in fact she tends to get embarrassed if people recognize her. She does it to make Azeroth a better place. 

Fears: Being surrounded, fire, has underlying abadonment issues, doesn’t enjoy super large crowds, Warlocks

OOC: 

A bit about me i've been roleplaying for a little over a decade. From WoW to Star Trek to FF14. These days I don't have alot of time for super long rp arcs in game but i do still enjoy those. I mostly enjoy writing slice of life, atleast right now while im getting reacquainted with Azeroth after 3 years, but i enjoy a wide range of rp too. Will mirror most people. Im super outgoing and pretty reasonable. I do have anxiety so if you see me huddled in a corner somewhere don't hesitate to walk up! Im usually just to nervous to start the interaction.

[ironverseocs]

Headcanons for a Plot Bunny -> Samantha "Sam" Lang

Cassie's older sister by four years

While Cassie is all about radical/“here and now” change, Sam is all about getting into the system and playing the long game. She sees that as a more lasting/substantial kind of change

Part of her mindset described above is because she's an older sibling; she always had to be the responsible one and has to be that one now. She likes building strong foundations brick by brick for a system to rest upon safely and without fear. // That leads to the other part of why she's more into slow, substantial, reliable change; she views Scott's criminal background through the lens of abadonment almost, as if when he went out to do something drastic and sudden (albeit good) through disorderly means, he forgot about their family/left them behind. She does not want to leave family behind, it's the most important thing to her.

GOAL: to build unshakeable foundations brick by brick until, voila, there is the result at the end – the result being anything from the changes she sees need to be made in society to her future, solid and sturdy.

Sam does have the same call to action as Cassie in Quantumania: to provide better things for the homeless post blip and hating the way peaceful protests are treated, etc.

Fun fact: once she turned 21, she’s bailed Cassie out of her first lockup, then proceeded to give her a stern/big sisterly lecture while driving back about not being reckless (but also she was a little bit proud of/impressed by Cassie's motivation, and it leaked out into her tone towards the end)

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Dunno if I'm going to write out her story in full, as I don't have a plotline yet, but it's fun to just create lil plot bunnies and see where they go. Maybe she'll go the superhero route, maybe not. We shall see. Hope you enjoyed reading! (And if you get any thoughts about what her story could include, I'm always accepting of feedback! and always down to chat in dm!)

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Forever taglist: @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @shrinkthisviolet @ochub @ocappreciationtag | want to be added? send me an ask or dm!

[roman-cup]

Trying to plan some Kacey stuff for my rewrite right now, but also just thinking about, in general . I would like it so much better if Kacey did join the Jury in PDHs2? 

Like like. I’m picturing Kacey joins the jury, and when Ein beats up Kacey, this could get the Jury active involved in the plot. Zane is ‘evil’ but he wouldn’t be heartless. In PDH he even showed he was a more understanding leader then Gene was, in the sense he never forced anyone to join The jury. He just didnt want people to join the shadow knights 

I’m thinking about, if The Jury had some effect on Ein downfall, even it was something small, like distracting him to help Aaron, or like, Zane being the one who calls the cops on him

I feel it it would both

Finish Zane’s arc of breaking away from the Shadow knights, with teh Jury being a fully formed group that does its own thing

AND continue on the moment in PDH s1 where Zane has a mommen where he seems to realize, he doesn’t hate making people happy* without redeeming him so much that it interfers with mystreet  (Aphmau gave michi a cat toy for Zane, and Michi later thanks him, and he just has a moment)*

heck it can even build on that moment of Katelyn being susious of Zane. Zane is definitely not a good influence on Kacey but he didnt abadon him when something happned, so there is that