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[wyattjohnston]

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[call-me-a-simp]

No One Hates You More Than I Do

Talk It Out (Part 6)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You get ready for work and head out the door, grabbing an energy drink from the nearby grocery store on your way. It was a pretty chill day, only a few interviews and more prepping stuff for the upcoming show where they plan to reveal you as the new member of The Judgement Day.

That evening after work you decide to attend the local gym as you didn't have time for you daily workout yet. You don't notice the person following you in your tired state. You probably wouldn't have noticed them at all if they wouldn't have let you known they're there during one of your breaks between some reps.

Rhea's eyes follow you the whole day, noticing your tired expression and weak body from the lack of sleep and proper food. She doesn't even try to deny her being worried about you. So after you left work she decides to follow you. Keeping a safe distance with her car until she sees you enter the towns local gym. She parks her car in a nearby parking lot where she is able to see if you would leave the building again or not.

Sitting there in silence she thinks about her feelings towards you and your reaction when she told you. It made her wonder if you secretly felt the same and just also had difficulties expressing that. After about twenty minutes she finally worked up the courage to confront you with her thoughts and theories so she gets out the car and walks over to the building you're in.

It doesn't take her long to find you since it's a fairly small area with quite few people being there at that time. She waits until you're taking a break to speak to you.

"Hey" you hear a familiar voice and look up. It was Rhea. "What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy right now?" you attack her annoyed. "Sorry to bother you.." she raises her arms in defence and looks hurt at your reaction, which makes you feel guilty almost immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm just very tired." you mumble and sigh. "What is it Ripley? What are you here for?" "I just wanted to talk about.. some uh.. thoughts of mine.." Rhea admits and blushes.

"Fine by me, want to tell me while I finish my reps?" You ask her. "I'd prefer to wait until we're alone, but I can spot you and maybe give you some tips until then?" Rhea responds in a questioning tone. You shrug and nod.

About half an hour later you're walking out of the gym together. "My apartment is almost right around the corner, wanna meet there?" You turn to look at Ripley. "Bet I'll be there first!" Rhea playfully smirks at you and runs off to her car. You didn't notice you were smiling at her actions until you accidentally saw your reflection on the car window. You quickly replace it with a neutral look and shake your head at your behaviour. Why were you smiling at her stupid jokes?

Five minutes later you unlock your front door where Rhea was already waiting for you. Opening it you begin to question yourself if this might be a mistake, if Rhea was just acting nice to land a critical hit on you. You brush it off as your normal overthinking and hold the door open for your guest.

"I haven't cleaned today or anything so please don't mind the mess.." you mumble more to yourself than to her. Rhea hums and follows you to the big main room, consisting of living room and kitchen at the same time. "I'm gonna order some pizza, you want something too?" You ask without turning around to her. "I'm good, thanks" she denies your offer. She then patiently waits until your done with the phone call before speaking up again.

"So uhm.. like I said I wanted to talk about some of my thoughts with you because i feel the urge to clarify some things but now that I'm actually here it's harder than I originally thought.." your counterpart admits awkwardly.

"Tomorrow's a holiday which means no work which means we've got all night" you shrug and turn around to her with a little smile that's meant to reassure her. Your eyes meet and you can see her relax a little more. You smile at each other and you walk over to the couch, signaling Rhea to come sit next to you.

"Maybe it'll be easier if we don't start with it right away and instead focus on something else. For example finally getting over our egos and start working together for real this time." you say with a serious undertone in your voice. Rhea nods but avoids looking directly at you.

"You're right" she eventually says and lifts up her gaze, meeting yours. "I'm sorry for treating you bad all these years, even after I thought we got over our problems. I somehow couldn't help but spread rumors about you, which again, leads us to why I wanted to talk to you so bad" she sighs.

"I know.." you whisper. "And to be honest.. I kinda feel drawn to you too.." There's a few moments of silence until you continue. "It just confuses me because I never felt this way with another woman before. Does that mean I'm a lesbian now?"

Rhea breaks out laughing and you can't help but chuckle too. "If you're still attracted to men then no, it does not make you a lesbian" Ripley laughs but then gets serious again. "So you do like me back?" she wants to clarify, praying she didn't interpret your words the wrong way.

"I- I don't know, like, the sex we had was pretty damn good I have to admit, and I wouldn't complain if we did it again.." you shyly look at her, nervously chuckling as an attempt to calm the anxiety a little. Seeing her eyes lighten up at those words and the little smile that sneaks into her face makes you feel a certain warmth and ease inside. "I.. guess we could try.." you whisper, breaking eye contact as you can feel the heat rush into your cheeks.

"So- uh.. you're saying you think you do like me back and that you're willing to date me, like.. seriously?" Rhea asks completely overwhelmed. "God damn it, yes, you idiot!" You exclaim and wrap your hands around her neck kissing her.

You both smile into the kiss and you lean back, pulling Rhea on top of yourself as you lay down. "I still fucking hate you for what you've done, just to be clear" you murmur against her lips and she chuckles in response. "And what do you want me to do about it now.." she then teases you. "Maybe fuck you so hard you just forget about it?" she smirks at you. "Mmh.. maybe?" you whisper and smirk back at her.

Rhea kisses you again and begins to trail kisses along your jawline and down to the crook of your neck. Slipping one of her legs between yours, she presses her body down against your own, creating a friction that makes you moan softly.

But before it could go any further the doorbell rings, and you push Rhea off of yourself with a grin. You liked that you were able to make her horny and now she got to wait. She looks back at you pouting, but eventually smiles at you as she watches you come back, already with a mouth full of pizza.

"God I just can't be mad at you" she sighs and guides you to sit between her legs with your back against her chest. "I'll turn on a movie okay?" she says softly and kisses your temple while reaching for the tv remote.

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I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING Y'ALL FOR SO LONG!!! I don't know what's going on with me at the moment myself or I would have explained it to you, but ye, hope you enjoy and I'll try to write more now :)

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[paintedonmyteeth]

Shark!Michael 🌊🐚🦈

It’s May which means the whole thing w/ Mermay’s going abt on tumblr and I want in so I decided why not do some hcs w/ Michael being some marine demi like a shark??? Was thinking he might’ve been more for a tiger shark or bull shark ngl, but I decided not to deal with species n’ let y’all think whatever on that bit. :))

Long story short, you first met Shark!Michael after finding the guy beached and tangled up in a fishnet. Took awhile to free him and push over with Michael’s stubbornness on having some human helping him out, but you managed to free him some minutes later after wrestling with him to stay still.

Best count yourself fuckin’ lucky he didn’t try to claw your eyes out or bite you by the time you were dragging him back into the water.

Since then, you regularly visit Michael on the beaches to do some swimming and talk more with the merfolk.

Normally, you’d either be meeting Michael over by the docks or sometimes taking a boat out to go a little further from the shore to swim with the big guy or for interaction reasons.

And because of this exposure and interaction with a human, Michael’s whole bias with humans still hadn’t change much but you’re the exception because you helped him.

Another little thing he’s also picked up was in order for showing his appreciation from time to time he’ll bring you some of his prey he caught.

Sometimes small trinkets he found lying around at the bottom of the ocean or near shipwrecks because they reminded him of you.

Does this eventually become some sort of small tactic into courting you? Possibly.

Michael doesn’t talk at all but he can’t help but be fascinated with your personality and your little rambles he gets an earful of whenever you come around for visits.

Another given fact that Michael being a shark, this dude doesn’t like seeing you swimming with other sharks, man’s territorial n’ gets jealous easily. >:((

This also goes for humans. ^^^

If you’re getting into the water for other reasons besides him and relaxation, this man’s not letting you swim with another shark that’s not him.

Of course that sounds cute but he wouldn’t hesitate in murking some other shark because of this.

You may never be aware of Michael’s interests he had picked up with you, it’s disappointing, but someday you’ll find out. (⊙_⊙)

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 8

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

Previous part

Part 8: the last traces

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"Charlie! It's so good to see--what are you doing here?" The King of Hell stopped mid-stride to send an accusatory glare at the Radio Demon.

"Just ensuring dear Charlie here made it back safely," Alastor answered in his usual chipper tone.

"Even though she's done it countless times before?" Lucifer crossed his arms as he finished walking up to the pair. He wasn't buying Alastor's sly act.

"Call it my intuition. I had the strong urge to ensure she was safe."

"That's awfully nice of you. Too nice." Lucifer's glare didn't lessen.

"Well, either way," Charlie interfered before it grew worse, "thank you making sure I got--"

"Alastor!"

The Radio Demon froze on the spot at your angry call. He had kept his mind closed off to you but clearly he had forgotten you could see through his eyes. How had he not felt you do that?

"Well, looks like I should be getting out of your hair now." His voice was the exact opposite of what his rigid posture was suggesting. He melted into his shadows right as you burst through the grand doors to the usual Overlord meeting room, Lucifer's guards close behind.

"What happened?" Charlie asked. It fell on deaf ears as you watched Alastor's shadow thread up the nearest pillar. You teleported yourself up to the balcony and reached for him. Your fingers brushed against the dark shadow but it was enough to let you sink into the dark realm with him. Your mind wrestled with his as you drew him out of the shadow realm and back into the physical one.

He finally gave in and shoved you out of the wall first. You were on your feet in an instant as he brushed off supposed dust on his sleeve. "What ever is the reason for this behavior, my lov--" His words were cut off as you grabbed hold of his antler and yanked his face down to be level with you.

"What the Hell did you do to the children?" I demanded. He grabbed my wrist but I was quick to use my other hand and squeeze his red ear. A strangled yelp left his mouth as I pulled him all the way down. His knees hit the floor, his cane clattering to the side, as he grabbed my arm. "Tell me, Alastor!"

"I have not touched the little devils," he remarked, eyes black and magic gathering. I clamped my own shield around his mind, discovering almost immediately that it was how he had managed to keep my own magic at bay in past instances.

"What did you just call them?" I pulled his ear up, squeezing tighter. His other ear fell flat as he went with the motion in an effort to stop the pain. He failed to swallow a strangled deer noise.

"Release me."

"No."

His grip was painfully tight on my arm as he pushed himself up to his feet. I grabbed his antler and stepped back, bringing him back to his knees once again. His claws were daring to draw blood through my maroon jacket.

"They refuse to tell me what happened. So start talking, Alastor."

His dark gaze was glaring up at me, teeth in a wide, ugly snarl. He was keeping his magic pressed against my shield but not yet trying to push all the way through.

There was something else in his mind that I could sense but not understand. He was choosing not to attack me. He was fully capable but he was withdrawing, holding and waiting.

"I ensured your precious children stayed in the haven boundaries," he finally answered. One eye had returned to its normal color to look at me properly.

"How?" I pressed.

"I returned them through the shadows."

"Bullshit."

His eye went black again at the curse. It was the first curse I had used since he had given me that stupid rule way back then.

A chuckle drew both of our attention. Lucifer and Charlie had teleported up to the balcony but we're keeping enough distance to watch the show.

Something sharp like electricity went through my hands. I jerked my hands away and he finally stepped to his feet. He hooked his toe under his cane and tossed it up to his hands. "If you'd like to know the extent of what transpired, we can have a civil conversation."

I crossed my arms. "Oh because you were so civil with Nym and Thatcher?"

"A little scare never hurt anyone."

"You terrified them!"

"Nym didn't seem so terrified. In fact, she seemed quite angry. She must've learned that from you."

"Don't attempt to flatter me, Alastor. Thatcher refuses to come out of the cupboard he hid himself in."

"What I did was a fickle. It is not my fault he scares easily."

I let out a groan and turned away, running my hands through my hair and gripping my black horns. I wanted to do more. I wanted to throw him off the balcony and let him hit the floor hard—but I knew that would never happen.

My phone in my pants pocket began to ring. I heard Alastor's staticky snarl as I answered it. I returned his annoyed glare as Vox gave me the word that there were no more trucks heading to the factory.

I ended the call and stuffed it back in my pocket. "I'll be back soon."

"Where are you going?" He grabbed my arm to stop me.

"To finish off Blackwater once and for all." I attempted to pull my arm out but he wouldn't let go.

"What does that mean?" Lucifer asked, him and Charlie walking up now that the show was over and it was safe to be close.

"It means I'm sinking his last factory." My mind had subconsciously melted with Alastor's and I heard what he wanted to do. So I turned on him, "And you will remain in the haven."

"Excuse me?" he hissed. He slammed his cane on the floor. "Since when do I take orders from you?"

"Since now. The children are under my protection and Blackwater's legacy is under my watch. I killed him so I get to finish the last traces of him. You will not take that away from me."

Alastor opened his mouth to make a retort but he fell silent as I drew him into my memories. I showed him the conversation with Vox a few weeks ago.

"Tell me, dear, how's it feel to know that all your hard work will be for nothing?" He went on, "No one will challenge your haven now that he's back and defending it. You won't need our deal anymore but you're still bound to it. You might even be forgotten as news picks up on his return," he reached a blue claw towards my face, "after all, who can trump the Radio Demon?"

"I get to do this," I said in a more calm, firm tone. His red eyes looked me over as a strange, unfamiliar feeling ebbed from his mind into mine.

"Of course my dear." He gave a slight bow of his head and held out his red claw. I placed my hand in it and he placed a gentle kiss on the back. "I understand."

A swell of that same something flushed through me. He suddenly looked very appealing to look at it. His clothes sat perfectly on his shoulders, his smile twerked in a genuine one, his hair falling perfectly on either side of his face, and his red eyes not holding an ounce of ill will.

I withdrew my hand and turned to Lucifer, bowing deeply and apologizing.

"Nonsense dear, this was quite interesting to watch," Lucifer said. His black hand touched the side of his face and Charlie had her hands clasped in front of her.

"We should hold a gala to celebrate," Charlie announced, eyes lighting up with the idea.

"That won't be necessary," I tried.

"You've done a lot for both of us," Lucifer agreed with his daughter. "It's the least we could do. Besides, we'll want the Overlords to see you after you've rid Blackwater from the surface."

I had spoken to Lucifer on many occasions. He had given me lessons on Angelic magic while I was an ear to listen to some of his problems. Only recently had I started to actually give advice to the ruler of Hell—both of us being in similar situations.

Lucifer's point of the Overlords was because of their growing apprehension about the Hazbin Haven, my acquaintances with Hell's royalty, and the disappearance and arrival of my soulmate. I had been challenged time and time again while Alastor was gon. It stopped only in the past two years. Now that he was back, rumors began fluttering around (mostly over the Internet) about challenging me again in an attempt to rid the realms of the Radio Demon.

Me. A weak link, yet again.

So I gave into their idea and allowed the two of them to plan it out. Alastor and I took our leave outside the palace doors and teleported back to the nightly surface. I turned to face him as soon as we manifested completely.

"I want you to remedy what you did with the children while I'm gone," I demanded gently. I didn't want to start another fight.

"Why should I?" he naturally returned.

"Because when I return I don't want to take the time to coax him out of his hiding place. Unless of course you don't want to spend any time with me tonight." I turned towards the house with a dismissive wave over my shoulder.

"We usually spend the night together," he said nonchalantly, following after me.

"That's a shame you feel that way," I turned to walk backwards along the side of the house, "because I was hoping to spend some...quality time with you." My palms were sweaty and I worried I would trip on my wobbly legs.

"What are you implying, dear?" His smile turned smug as he picked up his pace to walk closer to me.

"You didn't seem interested though, so there's no use in explaining."

He was quick to wrap an arm around my back to bring us to a stop. His claws tapped his cane as he leaned down close to my face. "I am thoroughly interested now."

I reached up to hook a claw on his bow tie. It wasn't to pull him in, just a weight on his neck. "I guess you'll have to find out when I come back."

His hand pushed into my back so he could kiss me. I closed my eyes as I reached my hand up to sit comfortably on the side of his neck. I felt him sigh into the kiss.

"Only," I pushed his chest away, "when you've gotten Thatcher out of the cupboard.

He straightened up with an irked smile. "Very well." I turned away and let my tail brush against his hand.

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What would the me twelve years ago think if she saw me walking into a factory full of enemies?

My magic was suffering no issues as I walked through the thick snow. As figured, the last factory was somewhere cold. It wasn't on the frozen ice land like it predecessor, but it was cold enough to deter any Demons from trying to get through. It made even more sense as I passed machines that were shaving ice into snow and blasting them into the air.

Smart.

I continued to trudge through the snow. I made it through the horrid snowstorm as I passed the third row of snow machines. The factory was in sight, as were the guards. They were quick to pull the trigger.

The bullets barely came within a foot of me, casually flying off to the sides when it hit my air shield. I kept my hands clasped behind my back as I stepped through. The bullets went right back to their owners.

My magic energy went up as their souls wound their way into my claws.

I casted wind into the heavy metal doors and send freezing cold air through the entirety of the building. It froze gears and shriveled wires. The workers ducked under machines but it would be of no use. I sent Alcine to find the gas lines just as I had done before.

My eyes scanned the scenery for movement—for the owner of the operation. I felt the air displace behind me and spun to find a man dressed in all black with a gas mask. Its big red eyes glowed at me.

"Who are you?" I demanded. My tail whipped behind my back. I loved fighting with it and part of me hoped he would attempt hand-to-hand combat with me.

He never answered me. He brought his hand to his hip to withdraw a katana, its blade shimmering in the artificial lights. Disappointment filled my chest at the prospect of using magic instead.

A gunshot went off. My reactions were too slow.

Pain jolted through my knee and sent me to the floor. I attempted to shield myself but my magic was wobbly in my hands.

Another gunshot went off. This time it hit the floor a centimeter from my head. I saw the flurry of movement and rolled to the side as sparks from the first man's katana skidded across the floor.

I grabbed the closest worker and yanked them over me. The two men stopped.

"The infamous Dragon Demon. Alastor's soulmate." A machine coated voice echoed off the metal. I couldn't tell who was talking.

"We are Azrael and Esdras. Unpleasant to meet you."

My knee was in so much pain. "Likewise."

My magic was gone but this wasn't the first time I needed to piece it back together. I felt Alastor attempt to teleport to me but I kept him away.

Not yet. Please not yet.

This was my battle.

I held the worker, an older woman in her late thirties, in front of me so that her head covered most of my face. I had no idea how accurate the man with the pistol was with his weapon. I noticed a strange glow along the edges.

Angelic weapons.

I hated those things.

"It's time to let Blackwater go," I said. I kept my eyes open as I searched for the pieces of my magic. I could feel them gravitating back towards me, meaning the effects of an angelic bullet only lasted so long.

"He will never truly die," the robotic voice answered. "His legacy will carry on. No matter how times we are suppressed."

"You are attempting to suppress and hunt another species to extinction." The woman shifted uncomfortably in my hold.

"A species that doesn't belong in this realm."

"Even the children who were born here? Who have no idea of their ancestry and history?"

"Blackwater has given many warnings to allow the smart and innocent to retreat back where they came from."

I got a grip on air. "I am giving you one now." The pair fell back as I casted my wind into their stomachs. I dragged the woman with me as I half transformed into my Dragon form. I clambered past the cowering workers and jumped up to the second level.

A faint smell of gas told me Alcine had found the right pipeline.

Another gunshot.

The woman fell limp in my arms.

A third one.

This time I fell.

My hand clasped over my face as my magic disappeared again. I scrambled into the nearest room, an empty one with nothing in it, and cowered in the corner next to the door. I shrank back to my normal size and waited for them to come up. My nose was dripping blood all over my maroon jacket. Thankfully it wasn't white.

My natural ears picked up their footsteps with ease. I dug my claws into the wall and pressed my back into the ceiling corner like a spider. The man holding the pistol entered first, pulling the trigger as soon as he came around the door.

I slammed my tail into his face and sent him sprawling back. I dropped onto his chest, my footclaw pining his arm to the ground and wrenching his weapon out of his grip.

Footsteps caught my attention. I turned as the sword nearly grazed my shoulder. I rammed the top of my head into his mask, effectively shattering the oxygen cap on the front nose. I slashed my tail into his ankles to take his feet out from under him.

The smell of gas was getting stronger.

Taking the pistol with me, I slithered out of the room and down the stairs to the main floor. It was much stronger here.

It took me significantly less time to take back my magic. I ran to the front doors and casted the runaways back into the factory. These people needed to die with their cause.

Alcine came back and melted into my normal shadow. I shifted past the walls and stood at a safe distance in the cold snowy landscape. I turned my palms to the sky, my earth magic returning first and allowing me to create a cavern for which it to fall into.

It fell sideways into the ditch with a horrible groan that could be heard for miles. Next, I brought my fire back and ignited the gas. It sunk further into the ground.

Plain. Simple. Easy. Bloodless.

My hands had gotten only slightly dirty. I pulled out the angelic pistol and examined it as the factory continued to sink. Why was Carmilla selling angelic weapons to Humans? Was she even doing that on purpose? I would need to ask her the next time we spoke.

An annoyingly familiar whirring sound caught my attention. I tilted my head back to see Vox's stupid drone coming closer. I stuffed a hand in my pocket to look nonchalant and healed the injury on my nose. I then finished the last healing of my knee.

I looked down at the pistol. Would breaking it do anything? Could I even break it? I was half angel.

I tossed it in the snow then turned away. It would be smart to try something like that on camera if I didn't know the outcome. I had just sunk the last traces of Blackwater. If his people ever did resurfaced, we knew how to keep them down. I had the power to do that.

Alastor was strong but so was I — we were a match made in Heaven (pun intended). People shouldn't want to mess with us because of our combined power, not just because Alastor was a ruthless killer. Hopefully this proved it.

I let the ground eat the pistol as I covered up the cavern that had swallowed the factory. Good riddance, Blackwater.

Now, it was time to return to my family. To Alastor.

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Author's Note:

Y'all better have a fork and knife for the next part 'cause it's gonna be delicious. I'm going to try my hardest to get it posted on Wednesday

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[dolceaspidenera]

Okay guys, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I don't want to stir up drama and this is not why I write this, but I really, really need to get this off of my chest.

Yes, we are back discussing ace/demi headcanons for Astarion.

First thing first: people are allowed to headcanon whatever character they want as whatever the hell they want.

I read a post on here basically saying that Astarion should be the last character to be headcanoned as ace/demi because he is a character who is "reclaiming his own sexuality" - yes, and? Demi or ace people don't do that? Are they somehow exempted from any type of trauma regarding sex? Are we really making these arguments?

My favorite part though ought to be the one about Wyll being the most suited for these headcanons because he prefers "dancing over sex and waits for the marriage to have sex".

Huh.

So glad this is how asexuality is perceived, thanks.

What the heck does having sex after marriage have to do with being ace/demi? Can someone explain it to me?

Look, Wyll is an amazing character with lots of positive characteristics, but he is not an alternative to Astarion and shouldn't be treated that way.

Do you really want to know why lots of people headcanon Astarion as demi/ace? Because he resonates more with them. Simple as that. Not because he is white and Wyll is not, not because of some inherent form of hate or bigotry. He just resonates more.

And do you know why?

BECAUSE PEOPLE UNDER THE ACE SPECTRUM CAN BE VICTIMS OF ABUSE AS WELL.

Because we too wrestle with claiming our own sexuality, because we too experience being oversexualized against our desires.

On top of that, being ace doesn't mean being chaste, a virgin, or someone that necessarily will wait until after marriage to have sex!

You can be ace and embrace your sensuality, you can be ace and love to wear slutty outfits because fuck yes, it's my body and I do whatever the hell I want with it.

Do you know which other incredible sex icons other than Astarion are headcanoned as ace? Freakin' Jessica Rabbit and Barbie (from the 2023 film). You know, the most sexy characters ever. Because guess what? Ace people can be sexy too.

I'm sure the person who wrote the original post didn't have any ill intentions but damn, if you don't know what you are talking about, don't drag ace and demi into your comments.

This is also valid for trans headcanons btw, but I'll leave this whole topic to someone else who has more direct experience on it.

The point is: let people headcanon whatever the hell they want, there isn't a character "more suited", and there are plenty of reasons why people resonate more with a character over another.

Headcanons of Wyll as demi/ace are awesome,

Headcanons of Wyll as allo and very princely are awesome,

Headcanons of Wyll as trans are awesome,

Headcanons of Astarion as demi/ace are awesome,

Headcanons of Astarion as allo are awesome,

Headcanons of Astarion as trans are awesome.

[raventhedracovis]

tell us about wordgirl bestie!

Will gladly use this as an opportunity to talk about a few headcanons that are canon in mine and @c0de-0f-the-clans reboot!

I'll stick with the characters we've done line ups for for now. Which would be: Becky/Wordgirl, Huggy, Tobey, Dr. Two-Brains, Chuck, The Butcher, Charlie, The Other Henchman, The Whammer, Invisi-Bill, Big Left Hand Guy, Ms. Question, and The Coach.

Becky/Wordgirl (or course we're starting with the girl herself):

Bi. She just is. I don't make the rules. Yes I do >:3

Non-binary but uses she/her pronouns. Comes from noticing in the show how casual she is with referring to herself as "mister". Even lampshaded in the Thanksgiving episode when she says "no more mister nice Becky! ... Or miss Becky. Either one :)".

She's got two birthdays, the day her parents adopted her and the approximate date she was actually born. Her birthday is always celebrated September 28th, but her actual birthday is closer to December 16th.

Part of the reason Becky sucks at art so much is because she sees way more colors than humans can perceive. A color combination that looks good to her just looks ugly or like the same shade of brown. Though even without the whole "painting with colors beyond human perception" thing she just generally sucks at art.

Becky is autistic and stims by pulling and messing with her hair. We also decided she has a bee necklace and she fidgets with it too.

Her full name is Rebecca but goes by Becky.

She's currently 4'5" and the shortest in her grade. When she's all grown up she's going to tower over her friends at around six feet (or more).

Bob/Captain Huggy Face:

Captain Huggy Face is not his real name (or title but I'll get to that in a later post). It's just the name Wordgirl came up with on the spot.

Just like Becky, Bob is only his nickname. Robert is his full name in the family.

Pan.

Non-binary as well. Just his vibes.

By Lexicon standards, he's considered colorblind. By Earth standards, he's not fhdh.

In his late 20's, but part of the reason is for a different post.

Chuck the Evil Sandwich-Making Guy

Trans man <3

Demi pan.

Chuck's full name is Charles Edward Guy.

Chuck is in his early 20's, a headcanon we pulled thanks to a flashback in the show where Tim and Sally are clearly around the same age they found and adopted Becky but Chuck is oh so small.

Dr. Two-Brains

He stands at 6'5" but slouches a lot and therefore looks more like 6'3".

Technically has three birthdays! One for Steven, one for Squeaky, and one for the day the two fused.

Pan. Can and will flirt with anyone and everything.

In his late 30's.

The Henchmen

The other henchman is Joey Meatball. We both had different ideas of what his name was and thought the combined name was funny.

The two are romantically involved <3

Charlie is 6'7", the other one is 5'2".

Both are in their 40's.

The Butcher

He's 6'9". Big man.

His full name is Jack Edison Shepherd Jr. He went by Butch for a while as a kid, and it kind of stuck.

Bi

The reason he struggles with words so much is because he has an expressive language disorder.

In his early 40's.

Tobey

While he was the tallest kid in 5th grade, he's only gonna be 5'4" all grown up, and it's going to make him so, so mad jhkdg.

We have also hit him with the autism beam.

He had braces at some point, as evidenced by a retainer that can be seen by his bed in most episodes. We have however, just given him braces in our reboot.

Tobey has anxious attachment style. Something I can literally talk about in paragraphs (and have. Twice.) and will probably share another day.

His birthday is reverse pi, 4/13.

The Whammer

The Whammer is half Greek, half Texan, and 100% professional wrestler. His father is a Greek immigrant who got into the professional wrestling career where he met The Whammer's mother, a professional wrestler from Texas.

His real name is Adam Minos.

Was supposed to follow in his parents' footprints and apprenticed under his dad. Unfortunately, his powers where deemed illegal for use in the ring.

In his early 20's.

He's 5'8".

Gay.

Invisi-Bill

He is romantically involved with Big Left Hand Guy. :]

In his early 30's.

He has ADHD.

Stands at about 5'11".

Gay.

Big Left Hand Guy

He is romantically involved with Invisi-Bill. :]

He's related to one of the reoccurring bank security guards.

Has anxiety.

In his late 30's.

He's 5'1".

Gay.

Ms. Question

Trans and non-binary. She's non-binary in the sense that she dodges any questions about her gender. No matter what, she will make you second guess yourself when you try to give her a label.

She's Afro-Latina.

Bicurious, because she's also dodge the question jdfkgh.

Her civilian name is Anne Neasia.

In her early 30's.

Very tall woman. Stands at 6'.

The Coach

The Coach has dwarfism. He stands at 4'8".

He's related to Timmy Tim-Bo. It's why he keeps him around.

In his late 40's.

[a-lucha-brother]

Oh boy, oh boy, let's talk about AEW showing that All In footage. Daddy's gotta eat!

So firstly, I think the reactions online to this have been quite frankly, and to absolutely nobodies surprise, fucking ridiculous and infested with braindead morons (welcome to wrestling in 2024)

And again, to absolutely nobodies surprise, people have completely missed the point (and how cleverly AEW took advantage of the situation to further its ongoing storylines to produce a brilliant penultimate episode of Dynamite) of why it was even done in the first place.

Because for some bizarre reason, people seem to think CM Punk is beyond criticism and revere him to be some all-knowing all-powerful demi-god of infinite credibility and power, which I personally have never bought into (I've been watching wrestling since 1994 so I've been here before, during and after Punks peak) and quite frankly as far as Punk is concerned, never seen the appeal.

For me, I've always seen this as AEW taking an obvious opportunity being presented before them to fit in what I've been assuming for a long time now, a storylined reason/way to open the door for Jack Perry to come back to AEW as not only a MASSIVE heel, but to join The Elite and become THE heel of AEW (I can fantasy book so much shit from this you need only ask).

My case and point of evidence: the fact they specifically make mention of Jack Perry and his current Scapegoat gimmick on MULTIPLE occasions. He's essentially the focal point on the entire spot. CM Punks face isn't even shown, nor is his name mentioned. AEW needed as mentioned before, a really good throughline for Jack to make a return (interfere at Dynasty to help Nicholas and Matthew win?), to create a nuclear build for the tag match at Dynasty between the Bucks and FTR, to create massive babyface momentum for FTR (again, a perfect opportunity since they're friends with Phil).

And think about it, with the promo FTR cut in the ring after, with the Kaz/Pac/FTR/Bucks clash later in the show and all round how the entire production moves around the moment - EVERYONE was in on this and EVERYONE was in tandem and in agreement with how to proceed with using this.

People want to keep pointing out Tony Schiavones reaction immediately after it. Yes, he's gonna be uncomfortable even if he's in on it all, it was a very uncomfortable situation to relive, but how everyone just moves on from it (exactly like what the whole point of FTRs promo was), he's totally fine and chill about it all.

I thought this entire segment and situation was pretty fucking ingenious and did an absolutely fantastic job of create a rocket-fueled build to the Bucks/FTR tag match at Dynasty.

If you have any issues with this, then sorry to say, bud, that's a YOU problem and you may need to grow up a bit, cause everyone else is totally fine with this and using it to make good business with and are all in total consent with each other about it (I'd even go as far as to say that even Punk is in on this too).

So with that, I'm spent, and I'll bid you adieu.

[specialinterestshows]

I’ve seen some people talking about Rhea Ripley not defending her title against enough people and I need y’all to know:

Demi Bennett has a chronic knee injury. It flares up from time to time, as chronic injuries do, and anyone who hasn’t experienced that cannot imagine how difficult it is to participate in physical activity when you’re having a flare.

I want to see more of her wrestling too, but not if it pushes her physical limits. Especially when she’s signed with a company that doesn’t provide health insurance.

[idolswrestlingadventure]

Wrestlemania III (1987)

Wrestling baby! We’re back and good lord that one of the biggest crowds I have ever seen. I always question events that get this kind of capacity thinking “surely, it’s not that popular right?” Turns out like other things in my life, I’m often wrong. But golly that sure is an immense audience for this burly sport! It’s also odd to see people wearing tuxedo’s outside in the daylight but who am I to judge?

We get our yearly dose of pure melancholy filled ‘Murica with the amazing Aretha Franklin playing piano to start the show off. The lady can sing! Is this going to be a ritual for all Wrestlemania’s? Overdose on patriotism before decanting your spirit with airborne flesh assaults? Kudos if they can keep this up over the 90s. Well it’s certainly better than Liberace and his dancing girls. Let’s get on with the show!

The Can-Am Connection V “Cowboy” Bob Orton & The Magnificent Muraco (w Mr. Fuji) - Fuji back to bring the boos and apparently Muraco in the intervening years has turned heel, but no less meaty than the last time we saw him. The Can-Am connection seems to have the frantic energy of a duo who are struggling for their audience to tell them apart, this is literally the era of the perm and when everyone has curled hair, no one does. Can-Am takes the win in a standard by the books match -Tier 5-

Bob Orton Away!

Billy Jack Haynes V Hercules - I didn’t realise Hercules was literally cosplaying the Greek demi-god so literally. Talking about breaking Zeus and Samson and unleashing a mighty dury upon Billy Jack Hayes. Whom appears in the ring, in another tiny ring. Which is hilarious! I want one of those to drive around town! 

A battle of titans ensues. Slaps happen, slams occur, each fighter giving it their all, resulting in a double countout. Hercules breaks possibly the fakest looking set of chains onto the face of Billy post-match in an effort to sell the fury. I’d like it to stop now, thanks. -Tier 6-

All that glitters is god-awful

Hillbilly Jim, Haiti Kid and Little Beaver V King Kong Bundy, Little Tokyo and Lord Littlebrook

I take that back, I’d like to go back to the previous match please. How did Bundy sink so low, not a pun. Literally midget wrestling…I thought that was a myth! It’s absolutely ridiculous to watch and, although there’s not much “serious” with wrestling, it’s hard to take any of this at face value. Hillbilly and his cadre of smaller billy’s take the win on this occasion, am I entertained? A bit. Do I have second-hand embarrassment from what I watched, absolutely. -Tier 10-

Something tells me this match is a little one-sided

Interlude - Macho Man interrupts The Lovely Elizabeth’s interview with some nonsensical gibberish which, although not as energetic as his previous promo’s, is somehow still entertaining.

Harley Race V Junkyard Dog - Harley professes himself as the King of Wrestling, meanwhile the black guy in chains comes out to profess that America didn’t need no King. I do like the Junkyard Dog but god damn, the 80s suck for this kind of optics. And now they have him bowing before the King…yikes. However he does at least put a chair in the back of his head, whilst Jesse complains that he’s never seen such a cheap shot in all his life…yeah okay Jesse, okay…-Tier 9-

Honestly, still better than King Charles III's coronation

Interlude - Hulk continues to wipe the coke stains from his moustache and flex infront of Vince’s pouting face, also he seems to never stop talking. And people were surprised these guys were problematic later in life?

The Dream Team V The Rougeau Brothers - A skating team lost on their way to the rink versus two guys who have the dress sense of a blind drug-addled car salesman. Greg “The Hammer” Valentine still looks like he came straight from the pub too, three pints in, yeah I can take ‘em! Yeh and he moves pretty much like that too. Some of the usual wrestling with a ref distraction for added drama, but a quick bout at least. -Tier 7-

"Brother, I don't think this is the Toronto Ice Rink"

I should probably explain Tiers and my rating

Tier 1: Superb, one for the ages, should absolutely not be missed.

Tier 2: An amazing match, extremely entertaining, worth anyone’s time

Tier 3: Good wrestling and/or drama, a great watch!

Tier 4: Just great quality, solid example of good wrestling or entertainment.

Tier 5: Just a match, nothing good or bad, just the middling tier.

Tier 6: An okay match, some problems, overall decent.

Tier 7: Not great, too quick or too sloppy.

Tier 8: Terrible, performers uninteresting and nothing going on

Tier 9: Absolutely awful, nothing redeeming about this match, avoid at all costs

Tier 10: Incredibly problematic, dire wrestling, objectively harms wrestling.

"And here at Madam Tussauds we replaced our wax figure with the real Andre, because honestly who can tell the difference..."

“Rowdy” Roddy Piper V Adrian Adonis (Hair V Hair Match) - I still don’t quite get Adrian’s gimmick, but am enjoying Roddy’s righteous fury although I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen a Hair V Hair match before. But you know, Adonis can throw himself about really well despite his size. This works as a better comedy match than the earlier midget wrestling purely as it’s more farcical. Roddy’s heel status works well here and you want to root for him against the forces of…absurdity? Although I’ll be happy when WWF stops using trans characters as bad guys, again, the 80s…despite that, good match, lots of energy and fun. -Tier 4-

"Just a little off the top sir?"

Danny Davis & The Hart Foundation V Tito Santana and The British Bulldogs - Oh hey, I know Bret Hart! He was from all the 90s wrestling my friends watched! And of course we remember the Bulldogs from last year's antics, complete with a small bulldog which we’re lucky didn’t do its business on the turnbuckle.

These are some of the biggest tag team names in wrestling for this moment and you can see why. Some good moves and although no storyline really to follow, this is an engaging match with the crowd going wild for Tito Santana once more. -Tier 3-

Jimmy Hart wondered for a moment if he should suplex a dog...

Butch Reed V Koko B. Ware - All I can think is, that poor bird. Being thrown about like that then perched on the edge of the stage infront of thousands of screaming people. This absolutely has to be before animal cruelty laws were brought in. Also “slick” does seem to have that pimp energy, not sure how long his gimmick will go on for. Some standard wrestling, doesn’t excuse torturing the bird. -Tier 8-

"After this match I'm biting that man's nose off..."

Ricky Steamboat V Randy Savage - Going to put it out there, this might be the most impressive match I’ve watched in all of these events so far. The energy is outstanding, it absolutely paid a lot of respect to the talent of Ricky Steamboat and made the Macho Man more than just his goofy promo’s. I’m becoming a big fan of Ricky Steamboat the more I see of him, he’s absolutely top talent during this era. And this match is electric, with not even myself expecting Steamboat to get the win on this occasion. Not sure about the bit with Hairy George and Miss Elizabeth, but I’ll give that a pass for some quality in ring action. -Tier 1-

The production of The Karate Kid is currently sueing the Steamboat Estate

The Honky Tonk Man V Jake Roberts - Alice Cooper! And he shows his guns for some in-ring action wow! I also dig the hokey nature of the Honky Tonk Man’s Elvis impression, he commits for the bit for sure! Bonus points for Jimmy Hart getting a snake to the face. This was an entertaining match! Give me more Alice Cooper’s skinny arms in the ring! -Tier 2-

"We're the perfect team Gene, he's the muscle, and I'm nothing else"

 The Iron Shiek & Nikolai Volkoff V The Killer Bees - Oh they are back, the crowd’s favourite antagonists. When does the Soviet Union collapse again? Ah it’s not for a while yet. Okay fine but they get notably interrupted by the spirit of America in Hacksaw Jim Duggan which, well, i don’t know which is worse to be honest. 

Actually, yes I do, it’s the Killer Bees. Who thinks of this as a team style? “Hey let’s wear striped bottoms and pretend our stings are lethal!” Maybe bringing awareness for the  declining bee population? Mostly an uninteresting match with the asian bloc taking the win, getting the crowd riled up for the main event. -Tier 7-

The perfect American, and his 2x4 patriotic plank

The Main Event: Hulk Hogan V Andre The Giant - Here it is, the event to end all events. The pure exhilaration of Hulkamania meets the largest man ever to wrestle. And it’s kinda disappointing? A supposed clash of the titans but met with Andre’s inability to move very well and his lack of doing anything other than standing, grappling and taking the occasional hit. The Andre heel turn is quite funny though, I absolutely get Bond Jaws vibes from the whole exchange and it definitely reads as “we needed Andre to be the heel, so let’s just make him turn because why not”. Hulk does perform a slam on him which is impressive, that could not have been easy on either contestant. Oh and Hulk going Super Saiyan will never not be funny. -Tier 6-

"So...want to just go get a drink and wait for this whole thing to blow over?"

Overall Average Tier - 6 Randy Savage Driveling Rambles Out Of 10

On a side note I realised I still have literally hundreds of PPVs to go through, so I might not do so much writing for each individual event, but pics and commentary will continue. Next up Survivor Series (1987)

[bbygirlky18]

Mami's Breakthrough!

Chapter 1

Part 3

Word Count: 663 out of 2663

We headed back inside and we heard upbeat music playing inside. I see other people dancing to the beat of the tune. I walked over to the tables to take a seat, and I turned my head back to see if Gretchen would sit with me, instead, I saw that she was walking over toward the center of the bar and she started to dance along with the song that was playing loudly. The way she moved in a synchromatic form along with the harmony of the song in the backdrop was intriguing and caught my eye. As if entranced, I got up from the chair I was seated on, walked over towards her to join her, and started dancing alongside her. The way she moved had me mesmerized. I’m falling for her and I don’t even know her. The fact that this woman has such a hold on me and I barely know her is what has me intrigued about what our relationship would be like if we were in one. I see Naomi and Liv watching us from afar and all of a sudden this man comes over to her and starts yelling at her saying “Gretchen why are you here? Why are you dancing with this thing?” I had a look of anger and disgust on my face as he continued talking. I’m watching this interaction go on and he tries to swing her when she stops his hand and puts him through the table she looks at her friends after writing me a note and says “Squad let's roll out. Thank you for the drinks Julio but we have to go.” She walks out and I walk over to Naomi and Liv and they ask me what she gave me. I responded “She gave me a note. That’s all.” I looked at Stephanie and Hunter and called them over. I said “Stephanie, Hunter, Naomi, and Liv I’m heading back to the hotel. I just need a break from the guys. I’ll see you guys at the hotel.” I walked out and I went back to the hotel. Once I got into my room I started packing up my stuff and I looked at the note that Gretchen had left me which said “If you want to stay in my room tonight my room number is #578 on the fifth floor is a suite with 6 beds. I have 5 other roommates that stay there with me and they are super chill. We have fun but I know that WWE has their rules but if you ever get tired of wrestling there come join me. I’m just kidding it’s just a thought though.” I wrote a little note to Dominik that said, “Hey Dominik, I’m fine. You and the boys don’t need to come looking for me I’m staying with a friend tonight.” I took my stuff to the elevator and I went to the fifth floor. I walked until I saw room #578. I knocked on the door and a girl with purple hair, and blue eyes opened the door. I said “Hi, I’m Demi Bennett aka Rhea Ripley. I was invited to stay the night in this room by Gretchen. Is she in there?” The girl said “Hi I’m Elyssa Lockridge aka Ruby “The Dentist” Suzuki who’s a tag cruiserweight from Germany. I’m a face known for my intensity and my finisher is the “Berserker Barrage”. Come on in she’s in the shower. Her bed is right over there. You can go get changed in the bathroom if you’d like just make yourself known.” I put my stuff on the bed that says Eliora and grab some clothes to go change into. I knock on the bathroom door and I hear Gretchen say “Who is it?” I said, “It’s Demi aka Rhea can I come in to get changed real quick.” She says “Yea.” I walk in and she was playing a song called “Pretty Distraction” (by SkyDxddy).

[blizzardsuplex]

🍄🧸🍬🎨

(Sorry if that’s too many.)

Not at all! :) Everything under the cut though because it's a bit long.

🍄 share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings Okay, so: spinning off from Drea @shes-a-voodoo-child's demi!RS headcanon (in the K101 verse at least--which, go read it, it's awesome)...well, my first hc to pave the way is that he's more demiromantic than demisexual; whatever the reason, he's slow to feel the butterflies in his stomach (which interacts interestingly with the fact he's always wanted to be married to someone he loves, which for a long time he viewed as an ideal rather than something to be personally experienced). Since this is a ship/pairing question, though, have an headcanon that actually answers the question: he and Cole first had sexual contact on the Dojo Bros Vegas trip, but Roddy only realized he liked the guy romantically a few years later (maybe when he beat Adam for the #1 contendership for the PWG title?), and even then only vaguely--a mix of comphet and the fact that the line for him between close friendship and romance is pretty close already; see: his remarks that he realized other than certain intimacy stuff he acts the exact same way around his friends as he does his wife.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? Honestly? Also be a creative/someone who enjoys fanworks and shares that joy on your blog...that and actually like/want to talk about my wrestling faves LOL. TBH, I struggled for a good while about whether or not I really felt welcome in fandom because I felt so lonely making stuff for certain wrestlers or pairings or whatever all by myself, so...yeah. It's a bit selfish but it's better when there's things to sponge from when my brain is on the "take in" setting rather than the "creative" setting.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character Oh boy...uh. I'm more of a Nick Jackson fan than a Matt Jackson fan, but I'm not terribly into either. Also Miu Watanabe's giant swing >>> Claudio's, I'm so sorry.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it Hmm. Like, visual art? Hard to pick a favorite, but for a maybe left field pick I love this one of Luna Vachon--terribly underrated wrestler/influence, especially nowadays. Pause in mid-stride and ride and ride and ride...

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Nightmare (Part 4)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You are tied to the bed in your old bedroom. The one you used to share with your ex-boyfriend. You look around, trying to find something that could help you free yourself and notice you're completely naked. You call out for help but no one seems to hear you. It's dark outside so it must be nighttime. Why don't your neighbors hear you? Their bedroom is exactly on top of yours.

You hear someone turning the key in the lock outside and a second later the door is pushed open. You see your ex-boyfriend standing in the door frame, you are relieved, thinking he came to free you. "Babe oh my God, I'm so glad you're here. Can you help me get these off?" you say, mentioning towards the rope around your hands and feet. But his facial expression was very different from normal, there was a fire burning behind his eyes. He was furious. A bad feeling creeps up on you, you are scared. But he wouldn't hurt his little princess, would he?

He walks towards you and shuts your mouth with his hand. "One more note and I'll cut your throat" he growls dead serious. Taking his hand off your mouth he begins to take off his clothes. You think you know where this is going to. Small tears running down your cheeks now.

He crawls on top of you and kisses your lips. You try to turn your head away but one of his strong hands wraps around your throat holding you in place.

He pulls away and starts kissing your neck, down to your chest and lower abdomen. You squirm under his touch, wanting him to stop, but you didn't dare do say anything anymore, fearing what he said would come true.

Gripping one of your boobs with one hand, he forces the other one between your legs.

He starts rubbing your clit almost aggressively and you try to close your legs to get him to stop but he's much stronger than you. You close your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

The next thing you know is him pushing his hard cock into your hole with so much force, it makes you scream and cry. Then everything goes black...

You wake up sweating and panting. You had a nightmare about your ex-boyfriend raping you for the first time.

You get up to get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, being as quiet as possible not wanting to wake Rhea.

"Hey" you hear her sleepy voice behind you as you stand in the kitchen filling your glass. "What are your doing here?" she asks.

"Just getting a glass of water" you reply and turn around. "then why are you all sweaty and shaking?". You shrug, "c'mon y/n, tell me why you're really here".

You sigh and sit down at the kitchen isle. Demi takes a seat next to you. You tell her about the nightmare and the fear your ex might find and harm you.

She listens carefully not interrupting you once. When you finish, she just stands up quietly and wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, resting her head on her arms next to yours.

"I'm here for you whenever you need me" she whispers. You take one of her hands and intertwine your fingers. The other hand holds onto her forearm.

You stay like that for a while until Rhea pulls away. "It's time for bed" she says in a low voice. "Can you stay with me?" you whisper. "You wanna sleep together in the bed?". You nod. "ok" Demi smiles at you, taking your hand and leading you back into the bedroom.

You crawl into bed and Rhea gets in next to you, tugging you in under the blanket. She reaches over you to turn off the light on the bedside table.

"good night" she whispers. "thank you Rhea, good night" you respond. Demi turns away from you and soon falls asleep again.

You listen to her quiet, even breathing. It calms you down, knowing you aren't alone and somebody's there to protect you.

You try to go back to sleep too but it just won't work. You turn to your side, looking at Rhea. She lays there so peacefully, the faint moonlight shining on her.

You feel yourself getting tired off the sight of seeing her sleep. You slowly drift off and fall into a more peaceful dreamless sleep.

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Part 4 of my Heal My Wounds series, enjoy! As always, leave wishes, request and ides in the comments.

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

[demifernandez]

character introduction below.

this original character is loosely based on ezekiel “ez” reyes. the character of ez belongs to kurt sutter and kurt sutter only. i am no way trying to steal his character, this is inspired by his character with the same face claim.

this portrayal also uses google translate spanish. please be kind when i sometimes write things in spanish.

name: demicio “demi” fernandez

age: thirty two years / july 3rd is his birthday.

job: aew security

background: he grew up in a very rough neighborhood but it never seemed rough to him as he was apart of the Fernandez family, who were deemed the protectors of the neighborhood. This was because his father was president of a motorcycle club who kept their neighborhood safe from any outsiders. growing up as one of three children of a father who was looked at like a king had its perks… but they were only perks that his older brothers embraced. While they were in the yard wrestling, getting involved with petty theft, and just being rambunctious children, Demicio wanted more. He wanted better and would spend his time with a book in his hand in hopes to seek out better. It was well known that the men of the family ended up in the motorcycle club as if it were some sort of right of passage. Demicio saw it as passing along a headache. He would preach to his younger sister, the only person he would vent and open up to, that this wasn’t a life meant for them. One day, they would be able to repair all the damage and destruction caused by various parties. Demi was wise beyond his years… but the naive outlook on the world and his neighborhood would soon fold. Demicio soon found himself going back on his word and because he didn’t want to disappoint his father, he joined the biker club. He still weeps at the thought of the day he was patched in. ✨

Somewhere along the way, Demicio fell in love. Her name was Selena and she gave him a very different outlook on life presented to him. She changed him for the better and made him see that the violence, the act and weight of being part of a motorcycle club only landed you in one of two places. Since Demi has already landed in one of those places for a year previously, she questioned the value of the club. No one had ever done that before. Question them, their motives, their beliefs, their vigilance. The club didn’t like that. Unknowingly (even still) to Demicio, her actions caused the club to vote behind his back to set up her demise. His brothers and his father are the only one who know about it. She was seen as liability to the club. The story behind Sel’s death was set up to seem very random and retaliation against something Demicio had done in the past. Demi blames his lifestyle for the cause of losing her. He was so heartbroken that he actually began to embrace it.

after 6 months of mourning, he turned in his kutte and asked to become a nomad; which is a solo member of an mc who doesn’t belong specifically to a charter. they go wherever, they live freely. asking completely out was impossible due to family history, so this was the next best thing to it.

present day) (three years after selena’s death) his father is deceased. his mother is still very much alive but he hasn’t spoken with her in almost three months due to his weird grieving process. he again only speaks to his sister. he only talks to his brothers on holidays since they’re pissed that their father’s death didn’t prompt him to return completely to the club.

demicio now has obligations to his job as apart of all elite wrestling security craving peace, craving comfort, craving calm. it’s all up to fate on whether he’s granted that or not.

[partly-cloudyskies]

Chapter 4 - Lessons in Mobile Suit Maintenance

“You wrote this didn’t you, Dote? What this idiot is reading out?” Sitting in the Demi Barding as it stood ready in its corner of the confined fighting area, Chuchu was not believing the shit she was hearing. “It’s good stuff,” Secelia said over the comms. The announcer kept talking as they held their own conversation. “It’s corny! It reads like something from a bad AFF match.” “Too good for quality wrestling, Puffbrain?” Chuchu’s brow shot up in surprise. But then she shook her head. “I should have known you were an AFF fan. The absolute lack of class gives it away.” “There is no higher form of entertainment than the All Fronts Fighting League.” “Says someone who has never watched Earth Sphere Wrestling.” “I would have to suffer a lethal number of concussions before I would enjoy that circus.” “You can’t have wrestling without at minimum Earth normal gravity! It just doesn’t make sense!”

[c-orgiis]

What would the characters’ main pokemon be if you had to choose?

if we're talking starters

cara: fennekin cody: oshawott dean: snivy demi: piplup

if we're talking favorite pokemon overall

cara: its still fennekin (she likes foxes) cody: oshawott (he is a true gen fiver but if you wrestle him for long enough and force him to say something that isn't oshawott for every single possible question related to what pokemon he likes he'll eventually say dragonite) dean: pyukumuku (see below)

demi: giratina

[slylutfi]

unorganized thoughts;

tbh , i really want a son one day, i wanna teach him to fight, to be strong, to face reality in all its gritt, i dont think many would agree with how id wanna raise a boy, not saying id be harsh on him or hurt him, but esp as a brown boy , i would need my boy to be a warrior… protect his sisters and his mother, face the cruelty of this world with unwavering passion and love, if there was a public execution or something id make sure my son sees it, with me of course, to not look away, to look and understand, to have compassion… one thing i regret is my own weakness when i was in the village and couldnt execute the bull i tied up with the dull knife i had , my uncle had to do it even though it was for me to do, but i turned away, seeing the animals eyes and its breathing, i held its head in my lap covered in blood LOL THIS THE LORE I DONT SAY CUZ I SOUND CRAZY… there was so much blood… but sometimes you need thag blood, becayse with it, we fed everyone, from strangers, to other slave kids and street kids, everyone had a fill … sorry im super vague when i talk about this stuff i just hate it..

i want my son to wrestle me so mych that one day he snaps and finally cusses me out or full on punches me and gives me a black eye, i would honestly be so proud of him

because that means hes growing, and no one can control him, he wont be maniuplated, because as much as he loves his father, he knew he had enough in that moment, and thats a very very important lesson… because if u look up to someone thag much that u just take it on the chin all the time, youll be abused and taken advantaged of, i wont allow that, ill teach and instill thst into my boys as soon as they are ready

so the moment the world says yeah guys pedos deserves rights, or anytbing that degenerate, they wont cower, they wont say live and let live, THEYLL RAGE… Because they wouldnt give uo their values for a couple of losers … they would honor their dignity … i want my boys and my girls too to learn to say no , even if its to authority even if its to someone you view as a demi god , because at the end of the day all youbhave is you

oh and ofc , id always be watchjng over them, eveb if i died

so maybe not just you, popz always gonna be there!

in reality though i dont think ill ever allow myself tk have kids, ill take care of the ones here now, we have to fix this world for them, otherwise why bother bringing in more