#i luv u sasha

[dandorishipping]

hes so pookie, we need to kiss passionately

[sleepy-sham]

We're officially in the double digits!!!!! Big Post™ #10 baybee!!!!

shoutout to @lilcreaturethingfromthewoods for the idea for the fourth one, as a thank you I have moved your requested Levi meme up in the posting order to be included in this one<3 that meme is also the first time I bothered to like, actually change the names in the screenshot to match the characters somewhat what a concept huh

more aot memes

[aritamargarita]

SOLITUDE || 001

hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

[supercantaloupe]

i hardly know who's in our cast cause i barely rub shoulders with vocal majors most of the time and i can't see the stage at all from the pit...i think i know like three people in the cast total by name and face, one of the romildas and both serses. but i do think it's sweet that anytime i run into one of the serses around campus they will always smile and wave hello at me

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤthis much affection was enough to risk overwhelming sasha. it's not that she isn't experienced in this — in making out for hours, in fucking someone until she passed out... it's just that she isn't used to enjoying it this much. or by being motivated by forces other than arousal, or desperation, or even loneliness. that four-lettered-word is a foreign concept to sasha, so alien that she couldn't name it even if she tried. but she's not stupid, and she knows that there's something in her heart that wants him just as much as her cunt does.

ㅤㅤshe shrinks under the kiss to her forehead, eyes scrunching shut as she resists the urge to smile when he twined his arms around her middle and pulled her in close. she's relieved when he kissed her again, no longer having to hide her feelings by expressing them in her way — with her tongue down his, cupping at his face to greedily hold him in place a few seconds longer before pulling back with a content sigh. " i guess i can always teach you. "

ㅤㅤpart of her regretted dropping the b-bomb, but another part of her was relieved that she now knows where they stand. so this is what it meant to be exclusive, to be boyfriend-girlfriend. even more new and foreign territory for sasha to tackle. eyes widen at his suggestion, groaning before laughing — a sound so rare that it sounded almost foreign coming from her. " shut up. that's so fucking basic, aoto. you really do have a lot to learn. just try not to piss me off whilst i teach you, got it? " it's an order more than a request, but it's a accompanied with a kiss — legs tangling with his as she rolls them off their sides so that aoto was laid on his back and she was straddling him. small hands come to rest against the mattress at either side of his face, dishevelled raven locks falling down and around her face as she hovered over him, breaking the kiss with a tug to his teeth. " you're like a fun little school project. i'm gonna get so many masks for you to fuck me in. the creepier the better. "

Kissing her was a mix of ecstasy and comfort, the way it washed over him like a hot wave all through his body and that just from feeling her lips against his and the taste of her mouth. It was not always sexual to him really, as desirable as she was sometimes he just wanted to spend hours holding and kissing her, not even needing to shed their clothes. Sasha was special like that but also, it was just how Aoto showed his affection. Sex was never first on his agenda even if an option. Even now he simply leaned into the kiss, let their sounds flow naturally while being swallowed between them, noises of their tongues flicking and breaths evening out filling the room and he could have easily gone on and one. Calling her a weirdo was nothing short of a compliment to him. Actually he was always surrounded by people far from the norm so it was a place of comfort to him, as was Sasha. She was a personality that no one could match, no one could imagine nor duplicate. Reflecting just how much she had been missing from his life. Had Aoto been the cheesy type he would have thanked her for returning to him right then and there. Yet he wasn't so the kiss to her forehead, gentle and genuine, would have to do. Before he could even realize that he had offended her a little, there was a blush catching him off guard. Pale cheeks colored rosy pink, those dark button eyes avoiding his despite her small figure having adjusted to level with him. A smile broke to his lips, a rare noise passing them as he simply laughed with adoration for her. Arms scooped around her middle, pressed between the mattress and her waist as he leaned down to kiss her again. A long, tender, simple press of his lips to hers in a peck. "You gonna wanna keep a boyfriend who sucks at Halloween?" Not a word he was afraid of, not generally nor with her. While being with someone else after his late girlfriend could still feel painful or like he was betraying her memory- this was Sasha. The first woman in his life who ever meant anything. "Joker and Harley Quinn?" Yes, he only knew the basics. Last year plenty of people dressed up as those two, though he had no idea what it meant.

[linalieana]

BAJI KEISUKE, itadori yuji, kisaki tetta, kaminari denki, prob jean kirschtein, connie springer, sasha braus, nishinoya yuu, tanaka, hinata shoyo + ur favs <3

ctto <3 n i can't believe the other one kinda blew up aaaa thank u so so so much, it motivates me to do more <3 luv u much 🫶🏻

[dollykiller]

Analyse your mutuals!

@bambi2008 she gives ultraviolence sad girl girl interrupted black swan cigarette vodka princess in an esoteric way

@ballerinainterrupted the real ballerina princess she gives nina sayers paris pink bubblegum but also mortue female rage black swan older bf he hurt me and it felt like a kiss kinda

@dangeroustaintedflawed so angelic yet so hurt and misunderstood the biggest araian grande stan so delicate and sweet and deserves the world she reminds me of bf gf gory love story she has an ed because she craves perfection and is a Tumblr famous insane blogger

@swanbiblee blondie she gives me 1949 by Lizzy grant so much and precious moments figures

@bunnycasket so so so so kind and pretty inside out has an innocent yet pervert blog in an elita melanie martinez crybaby cut herself way but always gives the best compliment ever and is a girly girl

@melvillefawn444 don't know much but she always like my posts she changes pfp smmmm but I think she has an obsession with older men and blood or something idk but she's sweet tho ♡

@vampyr3wife mmmm what can I say she's perfect she's a cat before a human being she loves lizzy grant stoya doll sasha grey and liv tyler

@lonelydolly so sweet and pretty blog she gives me put me in a movie Lolita vibes and Alison Harvard wanna be ( I don't blame u honestly)

@newwavesylviaplath she gives me lust for life 60s the love witch priscilla doll

@iamadyingangel so beautiful she is all over ballet Nina sayers pink she over thinks a lot tho but I luv u girl

@angelcakedoll so delicate so dollette so sweet I love her vibes she gives me lizzy grant so hard and barbie coded and a big pink Christmas lover and so friendly

@lanadelreybows God I didn't find u stop changing usernames 😭😭 so the biggest brandy Melville lover ,Sofia Coppola lana del rey she is a real pinterest girl I lover her vibes she is still 2021 coquette which is perfect she's a bambi girl too

@sw-rd a real bunny girl she's so alice in wonderland and sucker punch I luvvv her instagram sm

[sorreltail]

thoughts on classic rock and Sasha/Leopardstar??

i am leopardsasha agnostic i just like don’t care about it at all. if it happens it’s none of my business! regarding rock i have never in my life been able to figure out what the fuck it actually is as a genre it’s too big and it scares me. i could not identify a song as rock for the life of me. ive looked up some rock bands according to google and identified ones i like: acdc, divinyls, powderfinger, silverchair, cold chisel, crowded house, the living end, spiderbait, daddy cool… i luv elton john idk what he is. thank u for ur question it was very stressful and revealed my deepest weakness

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤin the short time that they'd known each other, sasha had developed somewhat of an obsession over lucas jackson. taking money from him on that first night they'd met almost felt unfair considering how much fun she'd had. good sex alone is enough to captivate sasha, let alone really good sex and an actually likeable personality. which means a lot coming from sasha, considering how few people she liked.

ㅤㅤ" no such thing as too much. " she breathes with a smirk, her hourglass hips grinding against his lower abdomen as he pulls her in, sinful moans drowned out by the kiss that grows more feverish by the second. she's kissing him even as he talks, sugaring her filthy affection along his jaw and neck, leaving lipstick marks in her wake. " you've barely given me a chance, " she muses, black coffin-shaped nails dragging along his torso as she crawls down his body, nosing the hem of his shirt up so her kisses could continue along his abdomen — following the path of his snail trail before making quick work of unbuttoning his pants, dark and hooded siren eyes never once leaving his. " what's the most amount of times you've been able to cum in a night, mr jackson? " she asks, small fingers snaking around his thick cock, unable to mask her joy at his size as she slaps the head against her tongue a few times before dragging it along the underside. " 'cause tonight, " she spits on the head then, watching it coat her fingers and his cock as she begins to pump rhythmically. " — we're gonna double it. "

For as long as he could handle her anyways. Those words was quite ironic, considering her work and her job description. Though, to be fair, Lucas was not paying her. In this moment anyways. In the beginning, yes, Lucas did solicit Sasha’s services one night when he was out drinking at a dive bar. She hit on him and they almost immediately got it on later. However, rather than leaving it at that, somehow he earned a rather funny and amusing young woman tailing him like a puppy or something more appropriate to think of, but Sasha kept on coming. Initially he was thinking that it was purely for fun, but when the third time Sasha came on, Lucas had an accurate feeling on what the younger woman was coming to him for. And now here he was, and here she was, in his boathouse. She pushed him back even further on the bed, making him lie on his back, as she pushed herself on top of him even more. “Violate maybe a little too much.” Lucas mused, as a hand cupped her face and pulled Sasha close for a kiss, his scruffy salt-and-pepper beard brushing against her smooth skin. “Though, I haven’t seen you earn the title yet, Sasha.” He pointed out. “So, what are you going to do next?”

[edgessunflower]

hiiii! i luv ur fics! was wondering if u could do a rhea x fem reader fic involving the reader worshipping rhea's body? like rhea and the reader are dating and it's after a match and rhea asks the reader to give her a foot massage. however, the reader is overwhelmed by rhea's scent and starts to get aroused by her scent and her body. rhea notices this and begins to tease her, until eventually she just lets the reader worship her body, with rhea calling her puppy maybe? hope this isn't too complicated or confusing >w<

Body worship

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You show Rhea the love you hold for her and her body when rhea finds out how aroused you get by her

A small giggle bubbles out of you as you are lifted off the ground by your girlfriend Rhea after your match against Bianca Belair standing ringside for her match against Sasha Banks unable to keep your eyes off her. "Can you rub my feet baby?" you nod with a smile as rhea sits on the couch in her locker room after showering knowing she was sore and in some pain after the long match, you bite on your mouth to prevent yourself from moaning just by looking up at her body as she leans and lays on the couch in shorts and a tank top feeling your heart go erratic at her running her fingers along your arm and the small part of your waist slightly exposed from your shirt noticing the stare of arousal from your eyes despite trying to hide it and the scent of cherry vanilla on her body from the lotion she uses and the perfume sprayed on her clothes wasn't helping at all leaving a mischievous glint in her eyes pretending to mindlessly lifting her shirt up a small bit to wipe her face and fix her shorts making you absolutely lose control of hiding your turned on state "Baby please I can't take it anymore" she grins as she straddles you pulling up her take top only to pull it back down and pull your shirt off you raking her hands over your body asking you to rub her legs groaning as you massage your fingers into her thighs going up to her hips smiling at her small sighs and groans. You moan against her chest before being pulled into a sensual kiss quickly clapping your hands in joy when she finally takes her top off "Go ahead and show me what you were hiding" you immediately unbuckle and rid her chest of her bra kissing and nibbling down her body before sucking on either of her breasts making her tangle her fingers in your hair quietly moaning being turned on and a bit surprised by your sudden dominance as you move down the rest of her body "Oh puppy you don't know what you do to me especially looking up at me like that" you waste no time in taking off her underwear nipping her inner thighs and kissing her hip bones before eating her out and thrusting your fingers inside of her leaving her a squirming and moaning mess under a cushion feeling surprised and proud of yourself being the one to give rather than receiving pleasure as you position yourself against rhea in a scissor position grinding which made her eyes roll back and babble quietly almost tongue tied. Finally she came with a barely audible moan kissing her hands softly before having her drink some water and eat a small snack before both of you showered and dressed leaving the locker room and heading to your shared hotel room realizing Raw ended during the shower immediately being pulled into her arms after changing and laying down in bed watching tv for the next hour "I love you possum" the endearment makes you smile sweetly "I love you babe".

[waaavictim]

I luv seeing u and Sasha interact it’s like a reward (I stalk ur page religiously and also ur notes HSBS)

all me and sasha do is argue and then talk about fucking

[nevernonline]

Seventeen as songs by your favorite non-kpop artists? 🙏🏻🤗

✧. seventeen members as some of my favorite songs.

thank u sm for this request?? I love it! sorry it took me a little bit, I had to limit myself to 3 per member :') also I made you a spoty playlist of all the songs here.

choi seungcheol:

state lines - novo amor

0310 - yerin baek

means something - lizzy mcalpine

yoon jeonghan:

the moon song - karen o

white trainers - olivia dean

let's fall in love for the night - finneas

hong jisoo:

beach boy - benee

archetype - omar apollo

luv note - chloe moriondo

wen junhui:

remind me - emily king

leaning on you - haim

dream song - samia

kwon soonyoung:

hate to see your heart break - paramore

no shame - 5sos

you are the best thing - ray lamontange

jeon wonwoo:

heartbeats - jose gonzalez

part of me - noah gundersen

nobody gets me - sza

lee jihoon:

beautiful escape - tom misch

live laugh love - sasha alex sloan

mother may i sleep with danger - joy crooks

lee seokmin:

from the start - laufey

when i hate myself - ben kessler

keep driving - harry styles

kim mingyu:

god in jeans - ryan beatty

goodnight n go - ariana grande

autumn - niki

xu minghao:

late night thoughts - shy martin

better distractions - faye webster

savage good boy - japanese breakfast

boo seungkwan:

count on me - ashe

room service - holly humberstone

walk - griff

chwe hansol:

worth it - beabadoobie

this hell - rina sawayama

pure love - hayley williams

lee chan:

bad for business - Sabrina Carpenter

if we were a party - alexander 23

ungodly hour - chloe x halle

[bennett-bloody]

I luv u Sasha >~<

[ratatatastic]

okay FIRST of all you cannot just TEASE that bobby was speaking from experience u menace!! luosty being a nightmare is so endearing but then i had to do a full brain reset at maffhew using lundy as a knot toy, that’s diabolical and true god bless! now i’m here begging sasha to reach the end of his metaphorical rope (pour one out for benny, maffhew is gonna be more insufferable not less when it happens) okay cool luv how we’re throwing the Yap back and forth

i can and i will we like to have twists and turns around here it adds a certain pizzazz if you will

i like to think when bobby doesnt want to spend his heats alone (which he usually does not for any lack of partners but sometimes he just does want to spend it alone as a goalie who missed scf practise to haunt the local beach for a bit is wont to do) he treats it like a lottery because its bobby ofc he does he doesnt have any particular preferences and anyone is honoured to be a part of it that theyre clamouring over each other to be first in line for heat privileges and like ofc sasha has been involved he knows how to treat his goalies well

and bobby would have more of his heats with sasha but sashas pretty adamant about not taking up his time

"No, you should spend more time with others," Sasha urges, already shaking his head to dissuade further dialogue. It's been how many times he's said that ever since Sergei brought it up. The tea has gotten cold by now, both of their mugs forgotten in front of them.

"Who will take care of Captain?" is all Sergei says back. The resounding silence is answer enough, the way Sasha diverts his gaze in shame is a treat though. "As I thought. Then I spend heats with others if you spend rut with me."

"Seryozha..."

"Sasha," Sergei answers back evenly.

"You make this difficult," Sasha sighs out.

"Not supposed to be easy." And concerning their Captain nothing ever is. "You spend ruts with me if and when you can. I'm not going to force you."

Because Sasha doesn't spend his ruts with anyone—at least not regularly. He doesn't mind helping out with heats, quite honestly if his Omegas don't have anyone else he's happy to step in. But his own ruts are spent mostly in solitude sans a stray packmate here and there but even that's rare. Sasha is private and that privacy extends to his own biology. If he barely invites the team over to his house, who's to say he invites someone over for his ruts? Sergei can relate though, to that isolation, it's why he offers.

Being alone together is better than being alone apart.

"I—..." Sasha's starting to run his fingers through his hair, obviously frustrated with how this conversation is going but his face doesn't give much away. It's only his fingers tightening as he combs his hair back that really signals anythings amiss—his scent is as even as ever at least to an untrained nose. Sergei can start to smell the hints of bitterness permeating the air—like the tea that's boiled over in front of them because they forgot their tea in the midst of this, leaving the strainer in for far longer than they should've. It's over-steeped, but Sergei has always left his tea in for far longer that he should've. Jam usually sweetens it enough, he finds.

"Just know I'm option like Aaron and Luosty. Sasha, you treat us so well. Let us treat you."

It could be hours that crawl by or it could be mere minutes, the only accompanying sound to the silence is Sergei's stirring, his spoon hitting the side of his mug in a rhythmic lull until eventually, eventually Sasha looks up again.

Defeated, he slumps his shoulders and nods. "Okay."

Sergei blinks, not quite expecting how easily Sasha gave in, he was expecting more convincing, more back and forth, more... well, just more. "Okay to spend rut?"

"...okay to spend rut..."

And if anything there's a particular reason why Sasha's last resort is a warm body during his rut. For someone who's so controlled, who's emotional highs at most reach mild in front of the cameras when he can help it—he's quietly intense.

Emphasis on quiet. Stress on intense. Which is the per usual for him, he's always quietly intense. But the focus is on something completely different, not hockey, not being a good captain or a good pack leader—it's on finding the nearest wet hole he can sink into.

Sergei can't say he's too shocked when Sasha pushes him onto his back, catching his ankles with a heavy hand to bully his legs up by his ear—he's a goalie, he's flexible after all, it doesn't faze him—he even lets out a hushed trill that his Alpha is using him as he likes, as he told him to. Not that Sasha needed any encouraging in the first place, he practically herded Sergei onto his bed, pushing him along, the second his rut started to first hit him.

In place of laying bites at his neck—a neck covered with a neck guard that Sasha urged him to put on—he litters marks elsewhere, and he's liberal in them. His canines dropping down means he's itching to place them somewhere, anywhere; Sergei's soft skin is a good a place as any.

The first knot is not so bad, Sasha for the most part is pushy but not overbearing. By the third, Sergei can't even shift to get more comfortable because he's met with a low growl rumbling from behind. A stern warning, despite the fact Sasha's knot has gone down considerably enough for Sergei move without tugging on it. So Sergei waits, waits until his member softens enough it can slip out before he attempts to shift again—he's met with the same growl, this time a lot more pointed, a nip leveled at his shoulder to stay still. Really the first thing Sasha has said the whole time.

Sometimes he wakes up with Sasha licking at the back of his neck, tongue wetting the polyester cover of his neck guard, making it stick even more to Sergei's already sweating skin, breath coming out in puffs that further dampen it. His hips nudging against the back of his thighs insistently as he waits for Sergei to come to enough. Sometimes he doesn't wait at all, arms encircling his hips as he pants into his ear, setting a punishing pace from the start and there's not much more he can do but take it. Despite the whines that get forced out of him from how tender he feels—Sasha merely shushes him, hips quickening their pace.

There's not much rest to be had when Sasha is adamant that he warms his cock even if Sergei is limp from exhaustion, crying out as he pulls him back.

In the moments of reprieve even that doesn't last long when Sasha finds that his seed is leaking out and the only solution is to stuff a few fingers inside when Sergei is already sensitive enough.

It's a lot, Sasha is big, his knot is big, everything about him is big and unapologetic and and

"...sorry..." Sasha breathes into his shoulder blade when he's finally conscious enough to not rut in between Sergei's thigh for the fifth time that night. In fact his hips are unmoving, his grip has gone terribly lax they feel soft instead of punishing.

Sergei reaches back to pat at his head, a soothing gesture, "Welcome back, Captain."

-

"Be prepared. Captain will work you hard."

Matthew laughs, "Yeah? I hope so."

Sergei just smiles serenely, pats him on the shoulder and doesn't elaborate whatsoever. Matthew will know soon enough—like they all have.

[kirinblueko]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ

Thought I should introduce myself a little

ᴋɪʀɪɴ - ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ - ᴀʀᴏᴀᴄᴇ - ᴛᴀɪᴡᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ

People/Characters I'm obsessing over right now:

Gillian Anderson -> Dana Scully I luv u Sasha Alexander -> Maura Isles my baby angel Natasha Romanoff -> She deserves better Fandom over the years: The X-Files, Rizzoli & Isles, MCU, 戦姫絶唱シンフォギア

[cxtoonzzz]

Current WIPs atm !! (Lots of yap)

Ongoing commissions I'm working on (others are sketches)

Personal art!! (I have a Marina and Nymphia piece in the works but it looks rlly bad rn bc Nymphia lowkey looks like Plane idk😭😭😭)

Also drew for BNHA for the first time since I was 11 ! I have not caught up with the manga or anything since like 2020 and I don't rlly care for it but I just think Togachako is real

Used grid method on this Sasha, Connie, nd Jean piece bc the pose was scaryyy😭 Not the faces tho I stylized that LMAO- C and Yelena for the soul too

Silly dump ab how I'm doing lol

Sorry commissions are going by slowly😭 Been rlly artblocked and each piece has an individual struggle that slows me down (being self taught means I have no clue how stuff works lol all my art is the product of trusting the process) :'3 School is near and I'm really scared bc I'm new, friendless, and Asian in a predominantly white school so anxiety has been getting to me as well ! I assure you guys I'm trying my very best !! But good GOD high school is so scary and everyone is twice my size and also very mean so currently stressing ab that alongside working on art😞 I used some of my comm money to buy myself a new backpack so that's exciting !! Ty to my clients I luv u guys so much ♡ I hope I don't get bullied too bad this year huhu 10th grade came by so soon :"3

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