#cheyenne tag

[en-chi-la-da]

@ghost-of-oblivion

More Teen Wolf doodles because I miss themm

[griffinkid]

A group of horses is called a herd, but I think this group should be called a hug. A whole hug of horses 🐴

[farragoofnotes]

rereading the castle arc and sorry to do this to you phil but like. gil is definitely looking at the same thing tarvek is here, Whatever It Might Be. like that's just something you've drawn.

[sturnmeovr]

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(babydaddy!Chris x sweetheart!Reader)

I had to break the list into two because I ran out of room lol

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[en-chi-la-da]

@fankhauser-riffs

[solosikoasgf]

most ardently ,

prologue. pairing: roman reigns x oc (cheyenne monet) themes: toxic relationship, angst, power dynamic/imbalance? word count: 1, 249 author's note: prologue til first part is ready. not really sure if i like how this came out, but some backstory is important. no current taglist but if you'd like to be included on one, please let me know!

change is something roman is accustomed to - life had been a build up of responsibilities, and it finally felt as if he were reaching the pinnacle of his own potential. things were working out in his favor, but why wouldn't they? why wouldn't they work out for him - when his destiny was set in stone from the time he was a child, looked upon by elders to lead the family into the next generation of greatness.

it felt like all the pieces were finally falling together.

so it's surprising when he reaches his apartment and finds suitcases packed - all cheyenne's.

and his perfectly laid plan falls to pieces.

his jaw is set, tight. hands clenching and unclenching from fists repeatedly while he watches her silently move about the apartment, slowly removing every trace of herself from his life. the changes are small, but noticeable by him.

no fluffy slippers by the couch. candles that once littered every table, countertop surface, are gone. framed pictures that once held their memories are faced down. gone are her toiletries from the bathroom - her ten step skincare routine, the stray tweezer, eyeliner. her favorite body washes that left her scent on his sheets and shirt, gone.

"so you really not gon' talk to me about this. you're just gonna leave." he finally breaks the silence in the doorway of their his bedroom. large hands shoved in his pockets, leaned into the door frame, trying to keep his calm, but his eyebrows are so knit together, mouth in scowl. unclear if he's mad, disappointed, or confused.

"there's nothing else to talk about." is the quiet reply. she doesn't face him, which makes this easier and worse at the same time. he wants, he needs her to look at him. he wants to search the usually warm and kind eyes that usually greet him everyday, wants to be close to the familiar warmth and scent of her body, usually freshly out of the shower by the time he gets home. wants to bury his face in the curly hair she spent so much time fussing over, to run hands over smooth brown skin and curves that drove him wild each and every time.

he can fix this. he’s always been able to fix this.

"there's nothing to talk about? don't play in my face, cheyenne. we talked about this before, you're not leaving. it's not the right ti-"

“i am not a member of the wwe. you don’t run anything around here - besides your mouth. you don’t get to decide what i can and can’t do, like i’m some….like i’m a child. so yeah, you talked about it. but you never asked what i wanted, and so i’m doing what’s best for me.”

her back is still turned, and it’s silent. roman adjusts his stature, stands up straight, breathing in deeply. “and what’s best for you other than being here?”

she finally turns, and he can finally see her. brown eyes are cold rimmed in the lighest pink- she had cried earlier. it strikes him how unfamiliar she feels in this moment, how distant he feels from her. and more than anything, he wants to scoop her in his arms, pull her close, make things better. but he also knows things haven’t been better in a long time - and he was the sole one to blame, though he would never admit it. conversations between them were sparse, texts almost nonexistent. he was gone before she woke up, and she was asleep by the time he got back - or was out. every talk ended up in an argument where he pushed her farther and farther into a corner with his growing list of expectations, how she needed to be, how he didn’t have time for her anymore, how she needed to accept that he was head of the table - and some things couldn’t come first. slowly, cheyenne moved lower and lower on the priority list - but he still held her to the expectation that she would never leave. so when she was offered a job in new york and he shut it down - he expected it to stay that way.

“cheyenne.” his tone low, warning.

“i’m leaving you.”

instead of sinking him, it angers him more. his hands clench harder into fists, knuckles turning white.

“ever since you got these titles, you’re just different, but in the worst way. it’s all about the brag for you - you’re getting more dangerous, more ruthless. and instead of checking that at the ring, you bring it back here. do you even realize how you’ve been talking to me recently? how you’ve been treating me?”

roman laughs darkly, shaking his head as he moves across the floor to stand in front of her. “you sure that’s it? because you weren’t complaining when i got this place - when i was taking you out to five star restaurants, buying you jewelry - but now that you can’t get what you want from me, i’m the problem, huh?” she’s taking advantage, is all he can think. using me for what i’ve got, for who i am. she don't respect me.

and disrespect is something he can't tolerate.

he's too stubborn to see the slow but steady morph in his own personality. how the boyish charm had left his eyes, replaced by something more sinister, hungry, combative. requests become demands, loyalty is required, and there are no questions. he can’t see how he’s morphed before his own eyes, too distracted and lost in bravado, his own success.

her face contorts, and she scoffs, shaking her head and stuffing clothes in the suitcase faster - not taking her usual care of folding. “If that’s what you want to think, fine. i’m too tired to fight with you.”

“nah.” he moves the suitcase, messily slapping it shut, shoving it off the bed so he can have her full attention. a visible vein on his neck starts to silently pulse. “since you got something to say, say it.”

“no.”

“you don’t get to tell me no.”

“okay. fuck you. and fuck your title. and fuck your little posse, and fuck this apartment and fuck all that shit you bought and fuck-” cheyenne is yelling by now, shoving her hands against his chest, ripping sheets off the bed, swiping things off of their dresser. “fuck you and fuck this entire fucking relationship!” she breathes hard, and her anger only drives his own. “i don’t want to be here with you when your head is shoved so far up your ass you can’t see anything in front of you. i’m supposed to pause my career for you? to be some lapdog that comes when you whistle? no. i'm not doing it, and i'm not putting up with this anymore.”

"so you think you gon' find anybody better than me out there?" roman hovers over her, and though he towers, she still stands proudly, head tilted up, defiant. "you think anybody can measure up to me? take me on? you're mistaken, babygirl. you walk out that door, you will never-" he leans closer, voice dangerously low, reserved only enemies in the ring - "be welcome in my world again."

"good. because i never want to come back."

an hour later, the apartment is empty.

when he sleeps, roman doesn't know if he's made the right choice, or a terrible mistake.

but a small dark voice in his mind assures him this is right. she wasn't ready. she couldn't handle it. he didn't need anybody. he didn't need her. he could do this by himself.

[quichecat]

My little boy! my little sunshine! Cheyenne!

[mysecretdsmpblog]

chayanne said no homework or something idk

[ducksoup17]

the byler tag follower count is roughly 5.4x the amount of people as the population of Cheyenne, Wyoming

[gremlins-hotel]

after receiving an ask regarding victory marks on aircraft on my main, i have been thinking a stupid amount on the possible nose art/victory marks for alfred's two b-17s, as well as their tactical markings and what variants they were. given my very loose mental timeline, "dear davie," his first, is most likely a b-17e model. "strikeout!" would have easily been a b-17g, though i'm debating if it would've been a steeplechase or a cheyenne tail turret...most likely the earlier steeplechase. but those are nerd thoughts for another night.

wouldn't you like to know, pilot boy?

[clown-femme]

[rips off my business suit and there's a shirt that says 'I LOVE SUPER' under it]

[bluevveather]

Wait people eat horse meat for real??

Oh damn I forgot asks are a thing i can receive lol sorry for the probably late answer!

It's a domestic animal with a lot of meat on it that tastes ok, so why not? People tend to react similarly to it as most do with the concept of eating dogs though so it's not super common everywhere for all classes but it definitely does happen. Pretty sure it's relatively common in Finland for example.

Humans have been eating horse meat long before we domesticated them like... very long before. I'd recommend looking up stuff about human horse interaction throughout history. It's very interesting to see how things change over time!

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain

[sturnmeovr]

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(babydaddy!Chris x sweetheart!Reader)

I had to break the list into two because I ran out of room lol

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[jondoe297]

LOOK AT THIS!!!!!! SHARE THIS AROUND!!!!!! maybe we can help get it made into a whole showwww please i want it SO! BAD!!!!😭

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain

“You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but I think it may feel a lot like you”

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