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roman : msg    -    sent     ›    me, obviously. no one is gonna' try to calm your crazy ass down anyway.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    it would be, huh? but you didn't earn that with your last tantrum.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    but i'll be nice, real nice for you big guy. i'll head on over if you get me a nice plate to chow down on.

roman : msg    -    sent     ›    yeah, yeah. follow your own advice, moses.

msg    -    sent     ›    you're being a brat, karen. you know damn well what i meant.

msg    -    sent     ›    don't start twisting my words, and if you want the height advantage — alright. i'll pick you up, make it even.

msg    -    sent     ›    just don't get shocked when i drop you.

it was a void, a bottomless void that damian kept scratching at. he was lost his own thoughts, the downward spiral. death was too gentle, decided they didn't deserve such. that was something he's certain of. death was too kind, far too peace for what they done. what finn has done. it wasn't the title lost, but the knife. the bittersweet yet expected betrayal that found itself stuck in his thoughts like a record that won't stop playing. times he told rhea that he didn't trust the irishman, times he told her to throw them out all ignored.. and now they're back at stage one. the multitudes of grief, and all the latino could do is sigh once she uttered those words. “ i know. "

a sanctuary fitting for the two, groups that demanded couldn't bother them here. oddly enough, he felt safe here despise all thoughts saying otherwise. the samoan wasn't a good person and he accepted that, neither was he. they weren't good people, but they tried to be here. with each other, or at least the latino tried. roman was somehow worth trying for, a smile making it's way on his face as tattooed arms around themselves wrapping around in equal possession. “ nah, she ain't raise you right. so much attitude from the baby. " a grin that wasn't going away anytime soon, enjoying the attention too much. “ make me, huh? "

he couldn't help it, something broken left inside him that demanded blood. no point trying to supress the need, no point trying to be pure. no amount of holy water would ever cleanse him, as much as he wished it could. he was forever damned, and these moments were just little confessions. “ yeah. i did, won't risk you. " he knew better than to risk her, to expose what she really was. no better than him, but he'll pretend that she wasn't something ugly and dirty. something clearly above him, above his filth.

msg    -    sent     ›    because you're acting like one, c'mon.

msg    -    sent     ›    you're the interviewer here, karen. you're asking questions we both know the answer to.

msg    -    sent     ›    hm.

msg    -    sent     ›    can't say i'm surprised. always been told to tone down the stares.

himself, really. this whole being good stunt wasn't his favorite, trying to navigate being alone again. but he wasn't alone and that somewhat made things even worse. he wasn't sure if he genuinely wanted someone around, to help him out. didn't deserve it, didn't care for that good guys stay together and help each other out crap. “ it wasn't hard for you. " and there was some truth there, everyone loved jey. other than drew, course'. but drew hated everyone, especially anyone who was part of the bloodline or name started with phil. but everyone still loved and accepted jey, damian couldn't share the same experience. it took five years for people to realize that damian was something more than just muscle and lustful promises. he had his five star matches here and there, but he wasn't rhea or finn. wasn't the boy who wrapped himself around mami's waist. he started mattering when he shoved the group aside and took care of business alone, judgment day didn't win him that briefcase. judgment day didn't win him that heavyweight title. so maybe him and jey were similar, “ are you going to try to play cheerleader for me now or sum? "

it didn't. damian tried pretending that he was hurt, like somehow it was unexpected. but it never was and he knew it, the signs were there. it was just something rhea didn't pay attention to, not that he'll blame her. it was more frustration rather than hurt, frustrated that finn finally decided to be a man the moment his hands held leather and gold. two years of accepting, to somewhat put aside his bitterness that lingered since nxt to be reminded why he should've grabbed the gun in the first place. this time, he won't make the mistake again. won't lower his guard because dom and rhea beg him to, he was right the first time around but emotions made you pathetic— relationships made you dull and fruitful enough that a knife can easily slice through. “ we will, but we can't if you keep blaming yourself. " observation as ever, he knew rhea blamed herself for everything. for dom's betrayal, for creating a enemy out of liv. she always internalized everything, and damian ( once upon a time ) was similar. but .. he grew confident? tired? he wasn't sure what anymore, yet he knew he couldn't doubt himself anymore when he had a purpose now. a bullet per each.

something about making karen blush filled him with pride, she was surely a difficult woman to ruffle up. she had her fair share of difficult clients, difficult interviews where they refused to answer directly. he knew, had a feeling — dealt with those people before. but he'll make things easier for her today, leaning into the touch with a hum. “ always did like home—cooked meals, need my card? "

we could do it again, if you want.

" hm? " lifting his head from the pillowcase, looking over at mox. he looked a mess, bed hair and covered from neck to waist in bruises. it was fitting for them, the love language of violence adorned them. yet he didn't expect the words from him, taken back a bit. “ depends on you, big guy. don't wanna' force you if you ain't down. " and really, stupid question to ask. since when mox ever turned down someone willing? damian didn't know, really. but he knew the soul was willing, body— not so much at times.

he always felt like he was burning on the inside, a fire that refused to burn out — ate him from within. chest pounding, fingernails that kept digging into skin when the four corners of the hotel room felt suffocating and he didn't have the strength to make that call. in his mental prison, he was alone and was destined that way. yet letting rhea suffer felt worse than death at times, even if he was milligence of himself.

“ it's easier to not think. " damian sighed, wasn't sure he was encouraging a good coping method. to not think is to ignore, and ignoring is what got them here. ignoring the signs, bright red flags. “ just for a day, just to sit back and focus on yourself. " that sounded better to him, although it was funny that he was suggesting self—care. him, out of all people, hilarious.

for a moment, he believed her. yeah, they'll be fine. it'll take time, to adjust to the new circumstance of theirs. but they'll be fine, and they'll come out on top like they usually do. like they always will. “ just shut up and finish crying, you're going to get my shirt ruined little shit. "

he was use to this, the impatience. if only he was able to drag it out longer, tease the man a bit. but he never knew how to say the words no when mox started acting like this. “ go on, be good for me. " he mumbled back, finding his position rather awkward with how fitted his jeans were against his arousal. “ don't tease, asshole. " hissing out in protest, a hand finding itself against the back of mox's neck— pulling him closer. nose to nose, as he began fumbling against the zippers that held them concealed. god, he didn't remember last time a blowjob was nerve wrecking.

“ really ? " a bit of disbelief apparent in his response. he never thought she would be approving of the new sound, it was different. different wasn't so bad, but different took time to adjust to. and he expected some fight on this, but her approval wasn't expected. “ well— i'm glad it did. " a smile slowly growing in response, shaking his head.

love was complex, something he didn't know could possibly exist. after all, he heard the words before. love between husband and wife going sour, love between family— those church walls hadn't lied. humans tend to make matters complicating when discussing love; love was simplicity. love was acceptance. his idea of love was an illusion. something he was spoon—fed and nurtured upon in hopes that he will find someone too. that was before he became this .. beast—like creature.

heavy was the head that held the crown of thorns, a king of nothing. ruling over a small church, looming in the halls— painfully bored and unamused by the sounds of children playing outside during the day. his new life was torment, to watch others appreciate the life he hadn't. then a summer child with the touch of grace came along, raising him a question that he avoided for decades.

could death itself love something beyond him? humming to himself at the gentle caress, leaning into the comfort without realization. he was seeking out, hopeful. but her question brought him back, as he bit down on the inners of his cheek. “ always. but love isn't something to fear? "

it was .. relieving. a weight lifted from his chest as he let himself be guided around, licking over his lips when she pulled away. hiding his disappointment well, as he watched. he couldn't help it, watching her; how her eyes squinted or the way she held the pen. he grown to appreciate the little things, even if it came off disapproving— and well, creepy. “ i'll make sure to swing by, alright ? "

the latino couldn't fault her, feeling guilty for the lack of protest he put against the group's dismissing nature towards dom's infidelity. damian could only warn dom enough times before it became ridiculous, dom was an adult and yet, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. “ don't think too much about that, we both have our faults here. " and damian knew his too well, trusting towards finn— trying to help finn. too many times he has proved to care for people who don't share similar sentiments to his own, and learned the harsh truth. but her question caught him for a loop. “ you don't gotta' ask me for that. you know that. "

i only just now found out you had another blog,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

:) Compliment is appreciated, have a nice lunch in the next ask🌺

That's when in casual conversation you bring up the ship off handedly like:

And if they don't bite:

"So... How about that blablablah? “

When you really wanna ship your muse with someone else’s muse because they are actually cute together during your Rps but you’re too shy to ask the Mun to ship because you think they would think you’re weird or would see it awkwardly

{Because this popped up on my dash and I just cannot not comment}

"Please don't kick his junk..." Buster said in a almost pleading diplomatic tone. "I need those... For reasons... They are important... For reasons. Just don't okay." he finishes quickly.

“I can’t reach your face, but I can kick your junk."

“That’s……slightly terrifying honestly….also please don’t. I rather not explain to my master why I had to be in my true form recovering from a kick to my junk…..”

"I'm somewhere in the middle of this right? “

Smash or Pass: Rapier and Buster

“L-let them both smash me…..”