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[smashpages]

Out this week: Total Suplex of the Heart (Humanoids, $22.99): 

Joanne Starer and Diego Greco square up with this new graphic novel about a journalist who enters the world of professional wrestling to investigate a story, and gets caught up in the drama of the sport.

See what other comics and graphic novels will arrive in stores this week!

[unhingeddracula]

[galacticrambler]

Total Suplex of the Heart | Comic Review

I thought Total Suplex of the Heart was a fun comic that I would keep following if the story continued. More wrestling comics, please. Continue reading Total Suplex of the Heart | Comic Review

[fromthestacks]

Total Suplex of the Heart by Joanne Starer and Ornella Greco

[graphicpolicy]

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It’s a new week and we have a lot coming at you. As usual, we’re kicking it off with some comic news and reviews you might have missed from the weekend! CBLDF – Part 3: U.S. v. Comics – Learn some comic history! Reviews Antick Musings – RoamingComic Attack – ScrapperThe Beat – Total Suplex of the Heart

[thewandererh]

happy total solar eclipse anniversary day (for fellow americans)!!

today is very special to me ^_^ so i’m celebrating with my “The Great North American Solar Eclipse - Path of Totality 4.8.2024” pin and heart & brain pin from the Galveston Bodies exhibit!!

i have pictures but it depends on if i have them backed up from my little broken camera. here’s some art done recently around that time!! damn this page is a year old already…

i’ll share the page soon but who knows…

[angelesca]

a soon-to-be-husband's plan for successful marriage! w.c. ~900

requested by: @kimura-uzuri lots of kisses as per the request, suggestive, all of them are idiots in love and mega pathetic (just how we like 'em amirite) added some extra characters & stretched the prompt, but the core remains the same - hopefully you don't mind :)) (!! written before playing 3.1! only seen some bits and pieces)

anaxagoras's "all according to calculation" love letter!

to my dearest, if you were to reject me, i think i'd cry with my one eye since our fateful encounter, i've found myself... happy agitated, with these bothersome feelings aglaea said it was "love". hah. what does she know?, aroused by, simply, your presence in my orbit. it nags endlessly, claws at my throat when i breathe, these insignicant matters should afford me no pleasure... yet, the heart is no longer a master of itself, desperately wrestling from your grip, but inevitably chained to your smile that is interwoven with my memories. i also cannot forget how you suplexed me after our first kiss my lips spring and curve at an accord of their own when you spare as little as a glance at me. to who else can be ascribed such a feat? congratulations i guess a scholar's instinct is to question in the face of adversity. and questions must be accompanied by answers. as i write this to you, i have finally sumrised the truth. why i feel what i do, i must acknowledge it now... i adore you. i am eternally yours-- i must spend my life with you. ... *unintelligible scribbling*

anaxagoras looks up from his page, staring at you. "did that work?"

work? it didn't even try. "what? what are you- why did you read me a whole love letter? i didn't even know you had it in your bones to write sappy romance."

anaxagoras's eye twitches. he took that to heart. his formula for the perfect proposal is breaking, time to move onto plan b.

you throw your hands on your hips. "what's with you?" kiss. "you just came home after-" kiss. "-being away for so long." kiss. "is something wrong with your head?" kiss. "stop that! it won't distract me from your failure of a proposal."

"tch." anaxa clicks his tongue, slumping defeatedly like a child who got caught red-handed. so much for his perfect plan. well, when all else fails, there's only one final strategy: "well? are we getting engaged?"

you sigh. "you could've said that in the first place..." kiss. "..."

little did you know, that was a display of anaxagoras's restraint. the power of a scholar comes from more than their words, you learned the hard way, sore in bed the next day.

phainon's "super special, totally epic °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°" checklist!

1. i miss my partner so much... (´-ω-`) must return to okhema 2. buy a ring (maybe ask aglaea?) (ugh, i can't let mydei know or he'll tease me) 3. ??? 4. become husband!!! (☆ω☆)

step 1. miss my partner... check. duh. ┐(‘～` )┌ return to okhema? check.

step 2. buy a ring. check. aglaea, with a stifled chuckle, gladly helped the clueless phainon pick out a ring perfect for you. after all, someone who pairs an orange shirt with purple pants could hardly be trusted with picking out an engagement ring. successfully avoided mydei's keen eyes.

step 3. ???

phainon stares at you. "???"

"???" you stare back.

"???????????" phainon took the third step too literally. what is this doofus doing?

realising that his plan is falling apart, phainon panics. "c-c-c-c-can i k-kiss you?" his lips unconsciously push together, pouting, as if practicing his kissing on your ghost.

you frown. "why are you asking like it's our first time doing it?"

"oh, right..."

you playfully roll your eyes. "come here, you."

phainon skips over, brightened, lowering his head for you. you press kisses on them. then, ten more for good measure, because, well, phainon and kisses just go well together, clicking like a puzzle.

"haha, that was nice." phainon's cheeks were red as tomatoes, pressing his hands on them like a youthful maiden in love. then, he latches onto your arm, intertwining. "let's settle down soon. i'm so tired of fighting bad guys all day," he mumbles.

"settle down? like family?" you ask.

"whatever you desire: children, dogs, cats, potted plants. i'm okay with anything you want, as long as you want it," phainon beams. "i just want to start a new life with you!"

beneath all the sweet words, phainon feels that he forgot something integral... something something... become husband... well, whatever. as long as you're happy, phainon can't think of much else when you're calling out his name at night. ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) the neighbours are tired bro...

(days later, you found the engagement ring left in his pocket before taking his clothes for laundry)

mydei's "conquer and overcome all adversities" (is he still talking about proposing?) goal!

1. propose

mydei holds out his hand. "let us form a legal, committal union under a contract."

your jaw drops. mydei had just returned home and these were his first words after being apart for so long? "s-sorry?"

mydei huffs. "you know what i mean."

"you mean a marri-"

COUGH COUGH.

...?

you scrunch your eyebrows. "you want to marr-"

COUGH COUGH.

... mydei is blushing, eyes glossy. how could one word have such an effect? scratch that, how has he made it this far into the relationship? romance was certainly not in the kremnoan dictionary.

you take a deep breath. "mydei, you can just say the word."

"the word."

you sigh. this was too slow. "fine. i agree."

"agree?" mydei looks at you expectantly.

"to establish a legal contract that binds us together."

"oh," mydei smiles. "well, let us make haste." he swings you over his shoulder easily, as if carrying feathers. now, it's going too fast - he really can't set a pace.

"hey! what the-" by the time you realised, you were already at an altar, face-to-face with your husband-to-be. never in your life have you witnessed your body being covered in so many marks the night after the wedding, and your lips were definitely bruised.

you sternly warned mydei, and what is repressed comes back stronger, as he hugged you 24/7, stealing your waist instead of lips. a kremnoan warrior always stays conquering, even when proving his eternal love for you.

a/n: i just found out there are anaxa chibis but its too late im afraid. pea head anaxa for life who's with me also here's some behind the scenes! originally i wrote this for phainon's step 3:

phainon gets on his knees and- oh, oh my god- "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

"phainon???" his name barely leaves your mouth as a breath, for you can hardly construct words, let alone a sentence.

LMAOOO it was way too much. anw ty again! i had fun writing it! sorry this was kinda short, i wrote this up as quick as i could. but if you'd like me to re-make the request bc it was too silly, lemme know xx

[comatosebunny09]

kindle | leon k.

genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, modern au

warning(s): language, mutual pining, soft boi leon, stream of consciousness

Leon does these things that confuse the hell out of you while you’re on missions or around the office. You’re his partner—work partner—but sometimes you feel like a little more. More than the younger sibling caught beneath the shadow of an overbearing brother. 

You don’t really know where things are going because he’s made it glaringly obvious in the past that he doesn't mix work with pleasure. However, something’s clearly shifted in your relationship as of late. Yet, you can’t, for the life of you, pinpoint what it is or when it happened. 

Oftentimes, you catch him gazing at you in your peripheral, a fondness inhabiting his eyes like you’ve never seen with the slightest quirk to his lips. That softness remains when a battle-worn thumb swipes blood from your cheek or rubs grime from your jaw. 

Sometimes, he holds your chin between his fingers and tilts your head this way and that—much to your chagrin—to make sure you’re devoid of injuries. Though, you never miss how his irises glitter like the sunset against sea waves, and his lips part a little as he relinquishes the softest, most relieved sigh to the air. And sometimes, you stand like this for eons, confused yet enamored, until the wet garble of a zombie springs you two apart. 

You never miss how a cautious hand finds the small of your back while you’re hunched over paperwork at your desk. How it burns through the thickness of your blazer, causing your heart to work overtime. And Leon beams so boyishly, bowing over to swaddle you in his warmth and cologne as he quips how “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Yet, as much as he hates filling out reports himself, he stays until the moon sits high in the sky to help you finish. 

He always walks you to your car afterwards, arguing that, shit yeah, you can handle yourself. You suplex the undead for a living. But he’d fling himself off a cliff if his dear partner got snatched up in the parking garage. And he always lingers around a little longer after you pull off, a tender smile cresting across his lips in your rearview mirror. 

But he’s your partner. He’s supposed to do things like that, right? 

Like, he’s supposed to bring you food when you forget to eat—which is quite often. He’s supposed to show up to your apartment to check on you on your days off, promising his company, booze, and terrible romcoms. Supposed to hold you in your bed until you surrender your consciousness to the pretty little girls of slumber. And maybe, just maybe, it’s standard for your partner to kiss you quietly behind your ear and embrace you tighter when you squirm and chuckle and sigh wistfully in your sleep.

Through the wispy haze and the grogginess and the darkness inhabiting your bedroom, you shift to gather his cheeks in your palms—maybe you’re awake. Perhaps you’re still lurking below the shadowy depths of sleep. Who knows—and you kiss him. Cautious, but you kiss him. And though he’s initially thrown off kilter by the suddenness of it all, he relaxes against the suppleness of your lips. And his brows furrow as if he’s waited millennia for this moment. And his throat crackles with a quieted, hoarse sound as his hands perch on your hips, drawing you ever closer until your wrists cross behind his neck, and—

And…

Well, this is totally normal. Right?

part 2 >>

[probablybadrpgideas]

I feel like this is the right place to share the story of Post Apocalyptic Macho Man Randy Savage, the one time where my bad idea was telling a player "Hey, that might be a bad idea for this campaign"

Maybe 10 years ago I dusted off d20 modern for a Fallout-inspired post apocalyptic two-shot, a lot of what I'd DMed to that point was your typical D&D and I wanted to start trying different settings. I'd imagined this to be a pretty gun-heavy few games, so when my buddy decided that he wanted to make a grappler, I told him that I didn't think that was a great idea. My buddy took that shit personally.

Now, I was used to silliness at my table. I encouraged it, in fact! This campaign also had characters based on Squidward, Shrek and the Sanik meme (to anyone that knows Fallout lore, imagine Sonic hooked on Jet), so when my friend came to me with Macho Man Randy Savage I tutted a bit, but didn't bat an eye. What I hadn't realized was that my friend had spent the three days in between our conversation and the actual game building the perfect character to make me eat my words. The Post Apocalyptic Macho Man could grapple, he could evade and he could talk his ass off and that's it, but with these three ingredients- plus the bounty of the Dice Gods- this character derailed everything I'd had planned.

Band of raiders that have a caravan held up? Suplexed into each other before they could even get their guns. Super mutant? Nothing that can't be solved by suplexing a propane tank into the mutant (plus a well timed shot from Sanik). Mirelurk? More-a graps! Wave of bullets flying towards him? That's okay, just do the trademark Randy Savage tippy-toe walk to the nearest cover, then wait for the earliest opportunity to throw cocaine in their eyes and suplex the son of a bitch that thought they could snuff out the Madness (Oh, I forgot to mention that he spent literally all his starting money on cocaine, which he used in much the same way that Dale Gribble used sand). I really go out of my way to stop one character from becoming the capital-P Protagonist of the game, but my other players quickly figured out what was happening and they leaned into Macho Man's bullshit HARD, so they'd started setting up bad guys to get suplexed! By the end of the evening, my friend sat me down, flashed me the most shit-eating grin I'd ever seen to this day, and asked "So is the grappler still a bad idea?"

To tl;dr the rest, I furiously re-wrote the plot for the second night (again, two-shot) to make the bad guy Hulk Hogan, and the final encounter boiled down to a wrestling match between the two with the other players electing to "sit in the crowd and boo the Hulkster", before ultimately the two settled their differences and decided that the easiest way to rebuild society (and get decent blow again) was to reform the WWF and found a city called WrestleMania. Sanik was on board for the blow, Squidward was convinced to join them when he was told that the wrestlers would need entrance music and, so long as they kept away from his swamp, Shrek promised to help them find a suitable place to build Wrestlemania (though it totally ended up in his swamp). Anyway, that's how I learned to never tell a player that their idea for a grappler won't work, a grappler will work in any setting if you've got enough spite in your heart

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[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Hiiii, I love your writing sm I could eat it <3

Can you do a fic with scara where reader has a really bad fever and is in and out of consciousness, and getting really bad fever induced nightmares (fever dreams)? Like totally delirious and out of it

Tysmmmm and keep well! <33

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Genshin masterlist || Scaramouche masterlist

Tags: angst (?), mostly hurt/little to no comfort ngl, gn! reader, open end

A/N: sorry for not posting, life kinda german suplex-ed me and still is rn, i have scheduled more posts for later bc i probably will still not have time for another. and so so so so so sorry that i replied so late! i am bad at angst so yeah,,, either way, thank you for the compliments, i love you and drink your water!

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For the first time ever, the Fatui members are witnessing the Balladeer, of all people, panic from hearing a report from another agent “deployed for more pressing matters”. Everyone has to do a double-take as he rushes away from his position, wondering what in the world can make him so flustered as his footsteps echo in the quiet hallway.

He slams the door open, snow already piled up on his hair. Scaramouche kicks off his boots, shrugs off the thick coat and snow on his body, and immediately goes into your shared bedroom to check on you. It is during these moments that he is so grateful to live near a populated area. Your friend had found you collapsed on the floor when they came over earlier and even took care of you until he came back. (The loudness is annoying, yes, but you are the most important to him.) He nods at the friend as they leave the room to your privacy.

He basically rushes to your side once they leave, pressing his cold palm against your heated cheeks. A soft, but concerned, smile blooms on his lips when he feels you nuzzling against his hand. Scaramouche uses his free hand to change your already warmed towel and wipe up your sweat. His frown only deepens when you groan quietly, stirring in your rest. You seem to be in so much pain yet he is so powerless in the face of your suffering. The harbinger wipes you down where he can with a towel again, trying whatever he can to relieve your discomfort.

Never before has he felt so mad at himself for his powerlessness. The harbinger holds onto your hand tightly, wishing it was him who is in pain. Or maybe *he* is the cause. Scaramouche's selfishness made you leave your temperate homeland for the everlasting cold of Snezhnaya. He is always like this. Bringing misfortune to the people he loves. Cold sweat runs down his back at the mere possibility of you losing your life and it is all. Because. Of. Him. The puppet's breathing slows to a halt. He is terrified of the prospect of you no longer being by his side with your sweet, sweet smiles and sparking eyes.

Your soft voice breaks him out of his reverie, “My love?”. Your raspy call is the only thing he needs to rush to your side again, his knees hitting the ground with a much louder thud than he had anticipated. His breath stills, scared that he may have just disturbed your hard-earned peaceful rest. The puppet whispers as he takes your hands in his, “Yes, my heart?”. Only silence and your steady breathing answer him. Scaramouche quickly realizes it is only you sleep talking and sighs, rubbing his cheek against your warmed palm in the vain hope that this can soothe you somehow. Oh how he wishes to be able to just take the suffering in your place…

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taglist: @amyminhminh @xrmywaifxx @samyayaya

[fbfh]

Hey! Could you please do some headcannons of cuddling with Jay from descendants?

Thank you!

oh fuck yes baby boy NEEDS a snuggle so fuckin bad. Jay is SO motherfucking - his full name is Janasheen Lagmani Mufti btw (successor, born at nightfall, one who gives council or legal advice) - Jay is SO motherfuckin touch starved that he'll get injured on purpose just so he can feel you touch him up. After a while you start to catch onto this because you don't have the heart to tell him he's not quite as slick as he thinks he is. So OBVIOUSLY I have a medieval game OBVIOUSLY I have a jousting game the only way you're gonna get him to turn into your snuggly lil bunbun (yes he does insist you call him that after you say it once as a joke and he loses his mind) is to make him think YOU'RE really the one who needs cuddles. like of course you're feeling kinda sad and tired from all your schoolwork so of COURSE you need a big strong tough cool guy star of the tourney team to make you feel all safe and cozy. obviously it's TOTALLY for your benefit. not at all because Jay was not hugged once as a child! that's hilarious and true and totally not the reason at all! I just washed my hands that's why they're wet! no other reason!

but yeah once you actually start cuddling with him it's going to take approximately less that six seconds for him to become a total and complete velcro boyfriend. it takes longer to watch any vine in existance than it does for Jay to latch onto you like a small baby bird. he did not know that touchy feely stuff could be so... nice. especially when it's with you. he tried giving Carlos and Evie and Mal bear hugs between classes when he's away from you and it was good, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it's because Carlos still thinks he's going to get suplexed whenever Jay grabs him like that or maybe it's because Mal keeps asking if he huffed her spraypaint and that's why he's so huggy out of nowhere (Evie doesn't mind too much as long as he doesn't wrinkle her outfits or mess with her hair and makeup. she actually approves of you two and likes that you're bringing out Jay's more affectionate side. she makes a mental note to give you the friends and family discount on any future designs you order from her.) but shortly after that first time you snuggled up with Jay and had him tell you all about the video games he's been playing and about tourney practice he's full on addicted to your touch and cuddles. Coach sometimes has to pull you off your extra curriculars to give Jay hugs and kisses during practice when he cops an attitude or gets too rowdy. you're known as the Jay whisperer immediately and believe me the nickname sticks. Carlos asks what the hype is once and you give him head scratches and he understands.

[tojisprettylittlething]

Chapter Twenty: Wife, Weapon, Widowmaker

Pairing: Assassin!Toji Fushiguro x Assassin!Reader

Warnings: Paranoia, New neighbors, Toji being an asshole, fake death

Masterlist

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Buying the house was one thing.

Filling it?

A whole different battle.

You stood in the middle of the empty living room, hands on your hips, staring at the bare walls. "So...we need furniture."

Toji stretched his arms over his head, looking around. "We got a bed."

"That's it, Toji. We can’t just survive on a bed like we’re squatting in our own house."

He smirked. "We could. That’s all we really use, anyway."

You rolled your eyes. "Be serious."

"I am."

You sighed, pulling out your phone. "Alright, we need a couch, a dining table, chairs—"

"A gun cabinet."

"—a coffee table, some rugs—"

"More ammo."

"—and maybe some actual plates so we don’t keep eating out of takeout containers like feral animals."

Toji scratched his jaw. "We are feral animals, though."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "God, I married a caveman."

He smirked, coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. "A caveman that fucks, though."

You groaned, elbowing him. "Go get the damn couch."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The house was coming together. The couch was delivered (after Toji nearly suplexed the delivery guy for looking at you too long), the dining table was set up, and the place was finally looking less like a safehouse and more like a home.

Then came the knock on the door.

Immediately, your body tensed. Your fingers twitched toward the knife strapped under the dining table. Toji's hand casually drifted to the gun tucked into his sweatpants.

You exchanged a glance.

"Expecting someone?" you asked.

"Yeah, the hit squad I hired to keep me on my toes," he deadpanned.

You moved toward the door silently, flattening your body against the wall. Toji stood to the side, gun in hand. You checked the peephole.

An old woman. Holding a tray of cookies.

You blinked. "...It's an old lady."

Toji frowned. "Is she armed?"

"Armed with baked goods."

He still didn’t lower the gun.

You sighed, shaking your head before finally opening the door, pasting on your best friendly neighbor smile. "Hi?"

The woman beamed. "Oh, hello, dear! My husband and I live just down the street. We wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!"

You felt Toji move behind you, looming over your shoulder like a menace. A second later, a man—probably her husband—stepped beside her, nodding.

"Name's Frank," he said, extending a hand. "And this is my wife, Mary."

You shook his hand, but Toji didn’t move. You could feel his eyes scanning them, like he was trying to decide if Frank was hiding a sawed-off shotgun under his cardigan.

Mary held up the tray. "We made cookies!"

"...Cookies?"

"Yes, dear." She smiled warmly. "Chocolate chip."

There was a long pause.

Then, finally, you took them. "That’s… really nice. Thank you."

Toji still hadn’t said anything. Just kept staring like he was waiting for one of them to drop the act and pull a knife.

Mary chuckled. "Oh, aren't you two just the cutest couple!"

Toji's deadpan expression did not change.

"Yeah," you said quickly. "Totally cute. Um, thanks for stopping by!"

You shut the door before Toji could start interrogating them.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You stared at the cookies.

Toji kicked back on the couch, grabbing one without a second thought. "What’s with the face?"

You narrowed your eyes. "What if they’re poisoned?"

Toji took a slow bite, chewing. "Then we die happy."

You gaped at him. "I swear to god—"

Before you could finish, Toji suddenly stiffened. His eyes widened, hand clutching his throat.

You froze.

"...Toji?"

He made a low, choking sound. His body swayed. Then he dropped to his knees.

Your heart stopped.

"Shit—shit—Toji!" You lunged, grabbing his face. "Stay with me—fuck—" You were already reaching for your phone, fingers shaking.

Then you heard it.

The snicker.

You froze.

Slowly, you looked down.

Toji grinned up at you. "Gotcha."

Silence.

Then—

"You absolute piece of shit!" You smacked him upside the head.

He barked out a laugh, falling back against the couch, arms over his stomach. "You should’ve seen your face!"

You grabbed a pillow and smacked him again. "You think that’s funny? I thought you were dying!"

He wheezed, holding up his hands. "Baby, relax—"

"You bastard—"

You tackled him, trying to suffocate him with the pillow, but he just kept laughing.

Eventually, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him, still chuckling. "You love me."

You glared. "Against my better judgment."

Toji smirked. "C'mon, admit it. That was kinda funny."

You exhaled sharply. "...I didn't laugh."

He pressed a kiss to your temple. "Paranoid little shit."

You grumbled, shoving him off.

Toji popped another cookie into his mouth.

You sighed, watching him. Then, reluctantly, you grabbed one.

"...If we both die, I’m haunting you first."

Toji grinned. "Deal."

My lil taglist ₍₍ ◝(　ﾟ∀ ﾟ )◟ ⁾⁾ : @t4naiis - @crimsonxm00n -

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Total Suplex of the Heart character designs by Ornella Greco

[galacticrambler]

Total Suplex of the Heart | Comic Review

I thought Total Suplex of the Heart was a fun comic that I would keep following if the story continued. More wrestling comics, please. Continue reading Total Suplex of the Heart | Comic Review

[capitalisticveins]

Baaabe HCs yaaayyyy

- Clean freak x100

- Has the BEST wardrobe in the entire cast, listeners included. They don’t have as many shoes as Milo by a longshot, but the shoes they do have are IMMACULATE.

- Only reason Sweetheart said they could outdress David and Angel at their wedding is because it would be impossible to outdress Baaabe.

- Their favorite character is Edna from The Incredibles

- Both them and Angel grew up from humble beginnings, only difference is when they got with someone who had enough money to retire early *cough cough Asher cough cough* they IMMEDIATELY took advantage of the situation

- And no I don’t mean they were only with Asher for his money, I mean whenever they saw something they wanted the puppy-dog eyes and baby voice were activated instantly.

- They’re street smart. But academically? …it’s a miracle they got an office job.

- They take like 40 minutes to get ready in the morning

- Hates, hates, HATES chocolate ice cream.

- Chocolate ice cream specifically, too. They’ll eat chocolate bars, chocolate cupcakes, chocolate milk, chocolate covered strawberries, whatever. But chocolate ice cream? NO.

- Also hates mint ice cream, and mint in general, including mint gum and peppermint candycanes

- Them and Asher follow the Olive Theory. He hates olives, they don’t, so he gives all of the olives that are ever in his food to them.

- Except they don’t actually like olives, or believe in the olive theory, but they think it’s cute that Asher does so they eat the olives he gives them to make him happy.

- Best thighs in the game sorry not sorry

- Never was into sports but they’ll go on a run from time to time

- Was one of those students who never participated in PE but still passed

- Owns at least one pair of heart-shaped sunglasses

- Whenever the pack goes to a beach or pool, they play chicken against each other. (In case you don’t know the game, pairs of people stack on each other and try to push the other players off their partner’s shoulders). Asher and Baaabe are the only couple where the mate is carrying the shifter.

- Baaabe and Madelyn LOVE to trade embarrassing stories about Asher.

- They own a fur coat.

- They owned a pet ONCE in their life. It was a stray cat they found on their way back from elementary school.

- They managed to keep it hidden from their parents for 3 months before it found out how to open their room door. The parents gave it away instantly.

- They prefer cookie dough ice cream, or normal vanilla.

- Used to like rollercoasters, then heard of the Surge, and never went on one again.

- When Sam was added to the Mates GC, they were the only normal one who actually introduced him. Sweetheart and Angel were busy trying to do an “initiation ritual” by spamming the witch emoji.

- Baaabe was usually known as the only normal mate, until Tank and Sam started dating officially.

- BEEFY.

- Can suplex Asher and David.

- They don’t actually know if they can David, they just say they can.

- But they have suplexed Asher before.

- Has called David “Davey” on purpose once.

- David knows them as the “normal one”, and thought he was just hearing things, so he asked them to repeat themselves. They were going to call him Davey again, until they saw Arden, Angel, and Asher all signaling behind him to stop. They called him David.

- Pink and red otter pops are their favorite.

- Has a total of 5 siblings. All younger by more than 3 years. 2 girls and 3 boys.

- When meeting Asher’s parents for the first time, Frank taught them how to fish, and Asher’s mom asked them to read a preview of a book she was working on. It was the most heartwarming experience they’ve ever had.

- Asher’s never met their parents.

- Only on good terms with 2 of their siblings.

- When running, they run slow, but they can run for a long time.

- Only sport they personally say they’re not shit at is Tennis.

- They saved up for months to buy the ring they wanted for Asher, and he’s a light sleeper so it was a PAIN getting his ring size, but it was worth it.

- They would’ve proposed in the indoor date night audio if they knew they were going to have an indoor date night in the first place.

- Can hold secrets like their LIFE depends on it. Want to tell someone a secret but don’t want them to tell anyone else? Baaabe is your best friend.

- Will work overtime (I’m talking double shifts) without telling Asher on accident. Earlier in the relationship, they’d come home to 5 cop cars outside their house, and Asher (in his mom’s old robe, a green facemask, and plastic curlers in his hair) crying to a police officer about his “missing mate.” He never got charged with misusing 911 since technically their whereabouts were unknown for an unusual period of time, but they’ve learned to let him know that they’ll be home late so he stops blowing shit out of proportion.

- Will be overdressed for the SIMPLEST shit. Going across the street? Not in pajamas they’re not. 

- Uses the sandwich method to eat cupcakes.

- Actively and routinely goes to the gym with Asher

- Works at Vesta Distribution Co.

- Tips Guy over 15 bucks each time he delivers their food to compensate for Asher’s…existence.

- Eats Oreos the correct way. (without taking off the cookie bit and licking off the creme)

- Can effortlessly blow bubblegum

- Can’t swim, so if they’re at a beach or a pool, they either stay on land, or just walk in the water and stay standing.

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