#tma aew au | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kayfabekelpie · 2 years

Note

18 for TMA Darpunk ❤️

Hey syb. Hey Syb why. (This is entirely too long)

18. Things you said while you were scared aka "what happens if your body has a panic moment but your mind doesn't get the memo."

It is a damn lucky thing that Sammy is with him backstage when Punk goes over the top rope with a collar around his neck, because Darby just drops. No warning, no announcement from his body that *hey we're gonna do something weird now*, he just collapses. Sammy manages to catch him, and Darby finds himself blinking up at him in bewilderment.

"Are you dying?" Sammy asks, not quite frantic but like he wants to be.

"Probably." He manages to get his legs under him again with Sammy holding him upright. He's running before he's even aware that he's capable, tripping over his own feet for the first several steps. He hears Sammy call after him and then pounding footsteps following him, but he can't really register. He vaults over the top rope, sees the chain leading down to Punk, slumped against the apron and bleeding. He touches the back of Punk's neck, like Punk does for him, stroking up and down along his hairline. Soothing. Grounding. Punk's eyes roll to him, but Darby isn't sure he's really seeing, taking in that Darby is there. He looks distant, fading, and Darby -

Darby feels. Cold. He looks up, wild eyed and seeking out - Sammy, he's pacing around, posturing and posing for. For the crowd. The fucking crowd, who are eating this up, cheering and hooting. Beholding. Punk's eyes are green through his red mask and Darby is cold.

Punk manages to pull himself back into his body, lean into Darby's touch a little.

"Fix your face," he says. "We're on TV."

Darby doesn't think he manages, trailing after the tech who comes to help Punk into the back. Darby loses track of Sammy, too focused on Punk, on warming himself back up. By the time they make it to the med room, Punk is staggering, even with help, and Darby ducks under his other shoulder to prop him up.

"Sweetheart," Punk slurs, "go back to the locker room, I'll come get you when - " He cuts himself off and blinks blood out of his eyes. When.

"I'm fine," Darby tries to say, but his mouth says, "I love you," instead.

"You're shaking."

"I love you," comes out again. Then, "I'm just cold."

Punk kisses his cheek on the skeleton side - or, well, kind of mashes his face against Darby's cheek since he's uncoordinated with blood loss, maybe a head injury. Wet clings, sticky and warm, to his skin, and Darby can smell iron, can smell Slaughter, and his stomach turns. A hand lands on his shoulder - big, warm, warped with scarring and broken bones from years of fighting - and Eddie squeezes him. That's the smell, it's just Eddie, it's not Punk's -

"C'mon, let's go," Eddie says. "Me 'n Moxxie are gonna get you right."

Darby can't fight, lets Eddie lead him to the door of the room, down a hall, out a door, into the cold night air. Mox has a car waiting. "Your stuff's in the back."

"Cool. Okay." Now that they're outside, Darby isn't nearly as cold. There's sweat on the small of his back that's going clammy. He sits in the backseat because Eddie shoves him in, and Mox gets in after him, and they drive. The blood is still thick in the air. Eddie must be pissed. Mox too, probably. Darby just keeps staring ahead, not quite seeing, thoughts too fast for him to parse through and decide how he feels about anything. He just lets them pass him by. Eddie and Mox get him to the hotel, up to his room.

"I'm gonna go get our stuff, who knows if - when. When Punk's gonna be back tonight," Mox says. "I don't wanna leave him alone."

"Nah, yeah, you're right." Eddie scrubs over his hair. "I'll get him cleaned up."

Mox leaves, and Eddie disappears into the bathroom, and the scent of Slaughter stays. Eddie comes back with a hand towel from the bathroom - white, of course, always white - and crouches in front of Darby, takes his face in his hand. The towel comes away streaked with black paint and red. Eddie disappears again. The blood smell is gone.

Eddie gets him into his pajamas and cuddles him with a level of intensity that is...probably too extreme for cuddling. It doesn't do much to stop the chill down to Darby's bones, not even when Mox comes back and spoons up behind him with equal ferocity. He stills shivers, bedded down between them, until the door opens sometime after 2am and Punk limps in. There's butterfly bandages holding his scalp together and his hair is still strung with blood. Darby tries to crawl over Eddie to get to him, but Punk holds up a hand, leans over Eddie to kiss him. He tastes like mouthwash, and he smells like blood.

"Where's mine?" Eddie grumps, and Punk rolls his eyes and presses several noisy kisses over Eddie's face until he splutters and shoves Punk away. Punk laughs, and Darby finally starts to warm.

"I'm gonna go wash up, sweetheart, you stay here."

Darby manages to nod, and Eddie burrows him back down. The shower starts, and at some point it stops, and finally, Punk crawls into bed, squirms in between Darby and Mox so he's pressed against Darby's back. Darby finally relaxes.

"I love you," he says.

"Love you too, sweetheart." Punk kisses the top of his head. He smells like Old Spice, and Irish Spring, and nothing like blood. "Good night, Darbs."

"Good night, Jim Bob," Mox quips. Punk elbows him in the ribs, and Mox grunts, throws an arm heavy over the both of them, and Darby presses his ear to Punk's heartbeat, and he drops off.

#ask games #cm punk #darby allin #tma aew crossover #tma aew au #tmaew

7 notes · View notes

sybilius · 2 years

Note

I had to make an account to Scrëm about this but I'm obsessed with the idea of TMA/AEW. Based on your recent fic with the Punk Popping Others bit (worrying about getting Eddie over and letting him tell his story) just speaks of the Eye to me. Fueling himself through others' stories, others' lives, sustaining himself through their emotions and feeding off of them. Especially someone like Punk, who's been around and with two major promotions and left but just couldn't stay away. Whose name means more than enough on his own, but who no longer can strictly write his own story because of it, because it's already been written for him by someone else, by his past decisions. Wrestler as Archivist, unable to escape the pull no matter how much he wants to, needs the pop of the crowd and his fellow talent to thrive, needs those stories and those feelings. (There's an argument there for the Web too just from the intricacy of years of that storytelling compounding on each other but honestly I feel like the Default for "I don't know what to do with this character" is the Web and I'm liking this idea of Punk as a very bizarre variant on an Archivist.)

Also, Darby and Sting doing the Spiderman Pointing Meme to each other like "Buried???" "End?????" because they can't tell themselves. Does it really matter where one ends and the other begins when there isn't a Pressing Apocalypse to make those strict definitions necessary?

Dude. Dude. I've been processing this for 30 minutes this is INCREDIBLE I love everything about this

@electricshoop LOOK I-- this is so good.

I wanted to suggest the Beholding for Punk but I wasn't sure if that was just my own personal fascination with the Beholding + Punk's story. But holy shit when you put it that way-- Punk as a living and participating archivist, he not only observes the direction of wrestling story, he's also looking for opportunities to tell his own story...but he's caught up in the existing history that's his and can't get free of it.... thematically IDEAL

I love especially the idea of Punk as Marked for the Beholding but maybe he doesn't know/hasn't fully accepted it until he gets to AEW? In an earlier post I pitched a framing device for walking through the AU as "Punk enters MAG!AEW and Tony Khan who is an avatar of the Beholding, shows him various groups and their gimmick/avatar with the understanding that he'll eventually incorporate one of them...him being drawn to the Stranger but ultimately realizing it didn't feel right, then to the Web but still...I just think there's something fun narratively in him coming back to his boss and saying "horrifically, or delightfully I am Like You"...anyways much to consider THANK YOU for making an account and joining the madness <3

#tma aew au #the magnus archives #aew #chatter #tma aew crossover

9 notes · View notes

kayfabekelpie · 2 years

Text

*'okay so we're doing this' from hamilton*

#tma aew au #tma aew crossover #matt jackson #wip

7 notes · View notes

sybilius · 2 years

Text

@electricshoop @secretcatboi - time to get feral get crazy about The Elite in the TMA/AEW AU.

thinking about the dynamics inherent in The Elite being a group that is not all aligned to one Entity...that contributing to their longtime status as Main Characters of AEW(MAG), because their power in the ring/ability to tell magnetic stories is augmented by so many different contributions of power.

Thinking first about Kenny Omega as such an unusual avatar of the Lonely, someone who is able to magnetically gather people around him and yet isolate them within the company of others.

@electricshoop you alluded in the tags to avatars of The Vast being detached from life and kind of cynical-- that doesn’t exactly fit what I know of Kota Ibushi, but I think you could make it work in an unusual way that is similar to Kenny. Ibushi comes off as detached from reality in a kind of....joyous way? Like “TIME TO SET OFF FIREWORKS ON THIS CAR” energy, and I think you could fold that into a flavor of The Vast that Kenny is really drawn to.

Just. love the narrative of a Lonely avatar who wants to lose himself in the Vast...yeah...

Let’s talk about Hangman Adam Page as The Lonely...I’ve only kind of alluded to this in other places, but I really see the Hangman/Kenny relationship (narratively) as a friendship that’s kind of based on Kenny wanting to play “I can fix him (and fix myself)” with Hangman. So them both being avatars of The Lonely fits in with this nicely it’s like...let me show you how to carry this burden (and I will try to forget about how the only way I felt comfortable in it was with my other half....)

Then circling back to the Young Bucks, I love the way their influence as the Spiral could be said to have an effect on Kenny, especially in the last leg of his arc. When Kenny dropped Hangman and turned heel, it took some time for him to drag the Bucks down with him. I like the idea that they intook more of the powers of the Lonely, and it turned everyone more bizarre. I definitely think that Kenny has some spiral energies in the “Don Callis influence” period which is interesting (Don Callis to me reads as a Web guy but Kenny exhibiting Spiral influence sort of speaks to him trying to cling to the Bucks as his true friends).

Anyways, The Elite as a toxic found family from different fear entity avatars, thank you for attending my TED talk <3

#tma aew crossover #the magnus archives #aew #fic concepts #fear entities #the elite

12 notes · View notes