#eraofviolence

[antagnst]

c    :    /  /    maryse  &  damian    .    ‘  𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.  ’ bridgerton sentence prompts   ,    accepting . @eraofviolence   ,    #infamousarcher .

𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.      she’s been doing this long enough to know the extent of what most would do to get ahead    -    to win one singular match.      but it’s been awhile since she’s had to step in on her husband’s account;    awhile since maryse has had to shoulder the weight of ensuring a win because he couldn’t do it on his own    . . .    and maybe she’s tired of it.      tired of having to come to his aid because he can’t get the job done,    tired of being the person he calls when things go wrong and he can’t fix them himself.      it’d felt good,    once upon a time,    to be so needed    -    to be the one person he could count on time and time again.      but things have changed,    and maryse isn’t the foolish girl she was once was;    isn’t the same woman who’d accompanied countless men to the ring for the sake of relevancy.       she’d thought her time fixing things for the miz had been over    -    and then damian had happened.      

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈.      tall,    dark,    unmistakably handsome.      she’d have been lying if she said she hadn’t noticed,    hadn’t let her gaze linger across his frame in ways she shouldn’t have.      maryse ought to have let michael handle this one on his own,    taken her own warnings and gone home without thinking twice.      but he’d insisted    -    and what kind of wife would she be if she hadn’t complied to her husband’s wishes?     much like her eyes,    maryse had begun lingering.      helping.     if one could call it that.       that’s what had led to this,    a meeting in a darkened hallway,    her husband nowhere to be found.      “    i suppose it is.    ”      her reply is spoken softly,    a shrug of slim shoulders in the finery of her dress,    “    and so i would imagine this is your way of saying there are    . . .    no hard feelings?    ”      a quirk of her brow as her mouth curls into a teasing grin.      maryse is testing the waters,    toeing along the lines of whatever boundaries she imagines should exist    -    one hand closing the distance between them to toss a few strands of hair over his shoulder.      “   after all,    it was war,   no?    ”

[doomsjayyy]

All I remember as a kid 📺🕹🎮📹📸🛴♟🎸🎧🚍🏫📚🖍💤⏰

[queenofgone]

🖤┊ ❝ @eraofviolence​​ ❞┊ [ continued from HERE ]

the  air  against  the  fresh  cut  on  his  forehead  STUNG.  already  he  could  feel  the  blood  slowly  trickling  down  toward  his  brow  and  he  swiped  it  away.  he’d  had  worse  in  his  storied  career  no  doubt  but  the  rational  part  of  his  brain  knew  it  needed  to  be  treated.  still  that  didn’t  stop  finn  from  pushing  away  every  trainer  that  tried  to  come  near  him  backstage.  he  was  still  riding  too  angry  after  his  loss  to  keep  himself  from  SNAPPING  at  anyone  that  got  too  close.  until  finally,  they  gave  in.  the  disused  bandage  and  antiseptic  sat  next  to  him  on  a  chair.  he’d  do  it  himself,  much  like  he  did  most  things  lately. until  suddenly  he  wasn’t  so  alone.  the  person  in  front  of  him  cast  a  shadow  across  his  seated  figure  and  he  looked  up  to  find  natalya.  with  her  hands  set  firm  on  her  hips  and  her  lips  pursed  it  was  easy  to  see  the  annoyance  written  across  her  face.  ‘at  least  let  me  clean  the  wound!’ finn  rolled  his  eyes  at  her  outburst,  sucking  at  his  teeth  a  moment  like  a  petulant  child,  before  he  held  the  antiseptic  out  to  her.  "i’m  doin’  just  fine  on  my  own,  ya  know?  i  don’t  need  a  NANNY.“

     Pride was showing its ugly head at the WRONG time. Just because Finn lost his match       fair and square gave him no right to push away anyone, specially the medic team who        always made sure the talent were in tip-top shape. Natalya saw him stubbornly and    FOOLISHLY refuse treatment from personnel but unlike them, she would NOT take no      for an answer. “Oh, I bet you’re doing JUST fine with blood dripping down your face.    It only takes a couple seconds to put some dressing on it yet here you are, acting like   a child who throws a temper tantrum whenever they don’t want to do something. So if   I have to be the “nanny” for you to get it through your thick skull then so be it!” Hands      never left her hips, she boiled her eyes into the Irishman, showing that she wasn’t     backing down or budging an inch. “Forget it. I give up. Walk around here while you      start to lose consciousness and see how far you go. See if I care.” She grabbed   the bandages and antiseptic then walked off, a hmph noise made through her close        mouth. It was his injury, not hers. Oh, the MISFORTUNE of being charitable. 

[dyingbrced]

@eraofviolence said “ let me take you out on a date. “ / ella x cash

meme | selectively accepting

That was refreshing to hear. She wasn’t sure what had prompted such a request but she couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of going out in public with Cash and going on a real date. Bundling up on the couch as a precursor to a hook up was all well and good but it didn’t hurt to have a little ceremony behind their relationship, whatever it was. Ella shuffled up a bit from where she had been sat on the edge of his bed, his ‘borrowed’ shirt bundling up at little bit at the hem. “You wanna take me on a date huh?” there was a teasing lilt to her voice as she continued, “A real grown up date where you hold my hand and buy me dinner?” In hindsight it was probably a bad idea considering just how hard they’d struggled to keep this under wraps with limited interaction outside of closed doors. But she definitely wasn’t going to turn him down.

“Did you have an idea of what you wanted to do?” she tilted her head as she quizzed him, a surprise would have been fine by her but some weird instinct told her he had some plan before even asking her. Cash was an opportunist, a chancer if people wanted to be more pointed about it - she liked that about him. “Just a warning.. I don’t put out on the first date”

[templecfyourself]

@eraofviolence​ // x.

SMS | BELAIR  — if you’ve got something on your mind…of course. SMS | BELAIR  — what’s wrong?

[ text ] I’ve been thinking. Can’t *stop* thinking. [ text ] Ever since Charlotte beat me on NXT. [ text ] I talked so much shit and I *thought* I could back it up. [ text ] And then she beat me.

[callovs]

@eraofviolence​       /       ❛  have a drink with me  .  ❜

he wasn’t big on drinks because pete knew he’d EASILY lose control  .  so  ,  he preferred a glass of soda or anything else without alcohol but tonight  ,  it’d be alright to have a beer  .  as long as he didn’t make it three or more and could keep his thoughts in order still  ,  it WOULDN’T hurt anybody  .  ❛  i’ll have a beer  .  ❜  he mumbled  ,  coming to sit at the bar with adam  .  it should have been weird sitting down with him PEACEFULLY considering the wars and battles and the words and insults spoken  .  but neither of them gave off the vibe that they’d be at each other’s throat the second guards were let down  . 

with one hand  ,  peter rubbed his face  ,  tired and EXHAUSTED from the long flight and the difference of timezones  .  ❛  so what’s up  ?  ❜  the brit asked  ,  blue eyes now focussing on the other blond  .  he was curious what had lead him to the invitation  .

[italianexotiicbeauty]

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?” / from becky

PHYSICAL CONTACT STARTERS ( @eraofviolence ) // accepting !!

it had been two months on the DOT since wildfire officially retired from in ring action, but when becky who was her best friend × sister × fire mom showed up for a visit at her new place in wilmington ? how could she decline spending time with her?! she had moved because leaving near the beach was hazardous, especially since the last hurricane that tore through town left devastating damages to almost all her neighbors. she lived further in town now, further away from the bridge and the waterfront - the windows had been reinforced and she had hurricane shutters on them too. it was warmer out so she knew they were about to be in full swing of the season soon. which actually made even finn panic a bit, he was one to talk though -- her beau lived in florida, they tended to get steamrolled by hurricanes.

"-- and what if I am? braided crowns are fairly easy for me to do, wore 'em constantly when during gymnastics competitions and even during matches. kept all my hair off my neck and out of my eyes the whole time! … cannot say finn appreciates it much." she knew why though, he PREFERED her hair down and usually when they were in bed. cue an eye roll before laughing softly, she stood up briefly to retrieve the large handheld mirror so becky could inspect the hairstyle.

"feel free to examine it, also makes wearing flower crowns quite easy soon to be mom." a grin appeared on her face as she went to get them both another glass of lemon-cucumber water to stay hydrated.

[forgedesire]

@eraofviolence​ said: “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” / from io to evil

❛ it will, in time. i have a few techniques that i can share that’ll help, at least a little bit. ❜ they wouldn’t ever fully quiet their minds, but it would be enough to where it wasn’t so distracting anymore, or so frightening. ❛ maybe you’re more stressed or anxious than normal, io? ❜

meme || accepting !

[lavmisc]

[ 𝑡𝑜 @eraofviolence ( 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝘩 ), 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝘩𝑜. ] “ do you need a break? ”

wrestling was her passion,               a life source, if you will, to her. 

and training was apart of the passion, of the drive that pushed her further to where she wanted to be with this.

with her career, her goals, her journey towards being the best she ever could be in this business.

           but she is really working towards that?

“  i should be okay. ”

[gotattitude]

“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.” / morrison to carmella

MEME: morning after starters  ♢  STATUS: accepting

After the wonderful night the couple had together, Leah had gotten up to look for something to wear, only to find his shirt that he wore last night. She placed it on her body as she moved about to get a little bit of cleaning down since the two of them had made a bit of a mess. It has seem like the two of them did that quite often. He must of woken up while she was just finishing placing the last piece of clothing in the proper laundry basket. She turned to see who looking sleepy with his hair a mess from both the activities of last night and sleep. She moved to get back on the bed to press a kiss against his lips soft. "I like this shirt a lot knowing it smells like you." She replied as she leaned back in for another kiss, her hand coming to placed on his check gently. 

[starkissedtm]

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜ / from toni. to tyler. byeeee.

      a frown crossed his features as he glanced up at toni. he hated seeing her upset, hated hearing the small trace of pain in her voice. every one of his instincts set off alarm bells, warning and reminding tyler of pain that should’ve been left far in the past. of a heart ripped from his chest, and the pain he’d caused toni as well. he ignored them, shoving those feelings deep down. a soft sight left him and he nodded, taking a tentative step forward toward her.

    “yeah. yeah of course. long as you need me.”

@eraofviolence || accepting

[boundlesssxuls]

“ how do i look? ” / for edward from becky

sentence starters. || accepting.

@eraofviolence

Taking pictures could be uncomfortable for some, Edward understood that. Being in W/W/E meant taking a lot of photos of the wrestlers, since the company was always requesting for various themed photoshoots and since they were in the mid-season of Wrestle/Mania, they wanted to have the wrestlers pose in pictures, promoting the variety of Wrestle/Mania themed items for the online store and the pop up store that they would have for Man/ia weekend. So, Edward was in charge of taking those pictures for the company, and had been doing so throughout the day. Each wrestler would come during their time and get a few shots taken of them, so that they could have a few to chose from. 

But, again, being in front of the camera could be a weird feeling. Compared to being on TV in front of a live crowd, the photoshoots were more intimate, since half of the time, it was just Edward and whoever he was taking pictures of. The photographer always made sure to try and make those who took pictures with him comfortable. “You look really good,” he said with a soft smile. “We just have to get a few photos, but I promise it won’t be long.”

[queenofgone]

🖤┊ ❝ @eraofviolence​​ gets a random starter because AHHHHHHHH ❞┊

     “I’m NOT going to stop saying how happy I am for you! Ugh, I want to hug you a million       times because I’m bursting with emotion!” She hugged Becky one more time, tight yet    gentle. “The sad thing about this good news is...it’s gonna be weird not seeing you every             week for a while. Women’s locker room won’t be the same without you.”

[dyingbrced]

@eraofviolence said “  stay with me tonight. ” / toni x cal

meme | selectively accepting

Asking sounded like pleading, he understood that much from his own past to know why she phrased her request the way that she did. He’d been walking out of the bathroom with his boxers hanging low on his waist, a clear indicator that he’d cleaned up in the effort to hightail it out of there before his brother realised where he was. This whole secret thing was a pain in the backside but they’d done it to protect everyone involved, it was only bound to blow up if the truth came to light. But when Cal looked over to her, sat there waiting for him to deliver the devastating blow he just thought ‘fuck it’, he couldn’t keep saying no. “Only if you can give me a lie that Dunk’ll believe,” his expression was soft, betraying the fact that he was completely on board with keeping his brother in the dark. 

Within mere moments he was back on the bed and his hand was brushing the inside of Toni’s thigh, phone in his other hand and poised for words far from the truth. “Not sure he’s goin’ to be all that keen if I tell him I met a banging babe...” it was a compliment befitting his boyish ‘charm’ that had gotten them both into this mess in the first place, “...and that she had the nicest rack known to man..”

[templecfyourself]

[ cheek kiss ] / for roman

@eraofviolence // x // meme: accepting.

[ cheek kiss ]  to kiss my muse on the cheek.

Hanging out with the Man was a pretty standard affair for Roman; hell, at this point, he was surprised the tabloids hadn’t snapped one too many pictures of them hanging out together and started rumors about them dating, as unlikely as that would’ve been. ( Not to discredit Becky’s charm, but she wasn’t exactly Roman’s type. ) He wasn’t even sure what they were talking about at the moment, just knew they were shooting the shit and making each other laugh – something that wasn’t hard to accomplish when the two of them got together.

Backstage, perched on the edge of a crate and seated next to Becky, a water bottle in one hand and the other pushing his hair back out of his face. Crew was buzzing as they ran about trying to get everything ready, while Becky and Roman took a moment for themselves to simply be. 

Something was said and Roman laughed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as he laughed from his stomach. His eyes opened just as Becky leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, making him freeze mid-laugh, and his gaze snapped to her as he felt heat flood his face. His first thought was uncharacteristically panicked, immediately jumping to worst case scenario – what if he’d been reading everything wrong? What if Becky didn’t just like him, what if she like liked him ( god, what was he, twelve? ) ? He opened his mouth and no words came out for a solid minute, blinking and trying to find what to say.

Roman eventually coughed into his fist, the heat finally fading from his face. “So, uh, maybe now’s a good time to tell you –” How did he go about this? He was a grown man, he’d come out countless times already, he should’ve been used to this by now, but there was always the possibility that something could go wrong. But it was also Becky. “No offense, but you’re not really my type. Like … at all,” hoping the emphasis in his words would be enough to get his message across.

[claraoculos]

“Get your fucking act together.” / to liv. from ruby.

In spite of herself, Liv let out a laugh. “Get my act together?” She echoed her former best friend, batting her eyelashes. “And what act is that, Rube? Huh?” Hands flicked platinum hair out of her face, and Liv’s ice grey eyes filled with hate. “Is it the one where I’m just your little lap dog? Where I do what you tell me, when you tell me to do it and who you tell me to do it to? You say jump and I say how high?” Liv clenched her fists as her volume grew, still doing her best to not fly off the handle and beat the brakes off of Ruby. “Well guess what, Toucan Sam? That shit ain’t gonna happen. My act is perfectly together. And you know what’s going to be my curtain call? Beating the ever loving FUCK OUT OF YOU at Elimination Chamber.”

@eraofviolence