#(and I mean Ambrose with this tag of course)

[ninakuli]

Hi Nina! I hope you’re doin’ well! Whenever you get time, can you write about Rusty Nail (preferably joyride 2) and Bo Sinclair meeting their future s/o who is just like them? Not like a copy and paste but they have similar likes/dislikes/personalities/etc. Maybe Rusty meets a reader is who also a trucker? Maybe Bo meets a reader who is also into cars or likes guns? Preferably reader be afab or gender neutral (whichever works best for you!). You can also put it in whatever format you think would be best or is easiest for you. Headcanons, short fic, etc I don’t mind either way. I know this is a lot but I think you can make it work and if not that’s perfectly fine and okay! Hope you have a great day love! 🥰🖤

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Bo Sinclair x reader

Rusty nail x reader

I finally have request!!! Happy to tears😭 your request make my day more better🥺💜 and thank you hope you have a wonderful day too!

I plan to write a short fic but seem like I write to a real fic lmao, anyway hope you enjoy!!!

Special tag: @sh1n0o @12gaugefalls

Bo Sinclair:

The opportunity you can meet him first time is your car broken, of course you can fix it yourself but you don't have tool and replacement parts, so you give up and try to find a place have single or have people can ask for help.

You heard the truck sounds near, you look toward the sounds source, a truck parked beside you "Do ya need help?" A man show a kind big smile ask "Can you drive me to the nearby gas station or something like that?" "Sure, Bo run a gas station in Ambrose." "Bo? Ambrose?" "Yea, just at nearby, I can drive you over." "Okay, I really thanks a lot!" You hop on the truck and sit at the passenger seat.

"Name Y/N, thanks for the ride." "Lester and no problem." "Is this your truck right?" "Yea." "I like it a lot it's Chevrolet C Series right?" "Yea, it is!" Then whole roads you keep talking about cars with Lester.

You arrived the gas station, when you get in you found a man are dealing with a truck now "Oh! Is this Jeep Cherokee XJ 1998?" The man stop and looked up to you "Sorry, I just very love car, I need to find a guy name Bo, is that you?" "Yea, I'm Bo, wha' can I help ya?" "Oh I need a fan belt, 16 inch." "Well, 16 inch at my house..." "Oh it's okay so we go to take it?" "Wait me finish diz." "sure, you need help?" "Help? Huh I can do it myself." When he dealing with the car you both keep chatting, when you talk about like you two find out you all like cars and guns these kind of stuff, then what Bo think? He might be attract a little, and look you beautiful so he specifically add more points at you, and keep a interesting person at Ambrose not too bad right? Also it's not the first time he keep a girl beside him, he must can control all things like usual.

You at his house front door, he decided keep you at Ambrose a few days to see it's good or not "Oops 16 inch fan belt run ou' you wanna keep her' a few day?" "If you don't mind." "Of cours' I won't mind keep a interestin' beauty beside." So when you stay at here mean you have more chance to more chat and more understand each other, and you feel bad about keep staying here but don't do anything so you help do the house work sometime you will go to the gas station help Bo to fix car and Bo think you very interesting and you have so many points like him so he keep find some excuse to keep you, of course you not silly so you know these all just excuse but you can't say you didn't be attract by Bo right? Plus Lester, Vincent and Jonesy like you too, you're very helpful and kind, so gradually you and him didn't talk about the fan belt thing...

Rusty nail:

Today your plan can finished your work then tomorrow you can go home and have a real rest, you feel very boring so you use the CB like usual, want to find a guy to talk let the road not that boring "Have anybody here?" Then you heard a deep voice "Hey." "This is Y/N how to call you?" "Rusty nail." "Want to chat?" "Sure." Then you try to find a topic talk with him, you both talk many things.

"I really hate some people pranks too over then call it just a 'joke' what a asshole." "Same." "Like one time a guy say if I prepare thing to designated place then he will consider date with me, then he freaking take advantage of my affection even make fun of me, I feel so shame." "It's oka'...one time hav' a guy name Candy Cane... play trick with me..." "Seem like we all be tricked." "Yea." Both of you just keep chatting to the night, you need to rest at the motel "Hey Rusty I gonna rest at the motel so maybe see you tomorrow?" "Sure." "Okay bye." Then you parked into the motel and ask a room to rest.

Next day come you wake up early because you want to go home as fast as you can, when you open the CB you heard a familiar sounds "Y/N?...Y/N?...Is Y/N here?...Who knows where Y/N?" "Morning Rusty nail! I just prepared to go on road." You heard he chuckles "Morning." "Today I plan to go home, I'm not sure next time we can meet again or not." "Well... Then cherish now." "You're right." Another joy ride pass, another bid farewell come.

In Rusty side, he never talk with someone so long on the CB and he still want to chat with you, he find out he want to more understand you and want to spend more time with you, chatting with you make him not that boring and feel very comfortable, so he ask other people about your information, of course include your next ride date.

You check the things all prepare ready, you ride on the road then open the CB "Seem like today it's a good day, everybody good?" "Yea... Good." When you heard the voice you unconsciously smile "Oh Hi Rusty nail, good to meet you again!" "Me too Y/N." Then you start chatting again, you both keep this about few months, you both all more understand each other, then you can't deny the truth that you obsessed with Rusty and Rusty can't deny he have feeling to you too. You decide take out your brave to ask him have a lunch with you then he accept, when you go to the restaurant that you both decided he haven't come, when you start worry about you be trick again he's voice appears "Y/N?" You turn to the sounds source, a huge male in front of you "Rusty nail?" "Yea it's me." "You come! I thought I be trick again... Shall we go in?" "Sure, pretty lady first." He open the door then let you walk in first, when you walk in you thank him, then you have a lovely lunch times, you both more hang out to have meal then more closer, finally you confess your affection to him then you both together, such a perfect couple, both are trucker can work together and use CB chatting, and so many points so similar... But you never will know he's killing secret, and you didn't know he already have a 'joy ride' with the guy who tricked and make fun to you...

#house of wax #house of wax (2005) #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #joy ride 2 #joy ride #joy ride 3 #rusty nail #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joy ride 2

[the-cannibal]

I love your writing so much! Can I please request Bo Sinclair (or the sinclair brothers if you’d prefer) with an s/o who is unhealthily obsessed with them? Tysm! I understand if you don’t want to do it and you can completely change the topic to whatever you’d like or not do it !

Awww thank you so much! That means a lot to me! This prompt is so interesting I’ve been thinking about it all morning and I’m so excited to do it for you! Thanks for being the first person to request something, I hope you like it!

Bo Sinclair X Reader who is unhealthy obsessed with him

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Written on mobile so sorry if the format is weird

You had known the Sinclair’s practically your whole life. The brothers were your best friends. You did everything together, you’d sneak off to each others homes to play, eat lunch together and skip classes in grade school. But there was one Sinclair you were closer to.

Bo. Ever since the first time you met Bo you had a special bond with him. You would always want to hang out with him. Lester wants to play tag? Can Bo come along? Vincent wants to show you how to draw? Well how about Bo join in too!

Bo didn’t think much of your… Clinginess. You were his best friend, so it made sense why you wanted to be around him so much. In fact, he actually quite liked how clingy you were to him. It was no secret after all that his parents were good to him, which is why the two of you usually hung out at your house or outside somewhere. So the fact that someone wanted his attention, wanted to talk to him and listen to him, he adored it.

But you didn’t just “want” Bo. You craved him. You always felt a special way towards Bo. When you were little you didn’t know what those feelings were. It wasn’t until you were a teen you realized you were in love with him. So you began showing Bo your love. You’d bake him his favorite sweets and cook him meals, you’d help him with cars, you’d bandage up his wrists when he had been picking at them and making them raw and irritated. And when his mama got sick you were there to listen to him vent about all the things he was feeling and what was running through his mind. Despite the fact you hated his parents for what they did to him and his brothers, you’d never talk bad about Trudy. You knew Bo had a complicated relationship with her and somewhere deep down in him he still loved her, even though she didn’t feel the slightest bit the same for him. Her world was Vincent. Bo and Lester were just extras she had to “put up with”.

And then Bo killed his father.

Bo would always tell you that his dad committed suicide. That the death of his wife drove him mad. But you knew the truth. You saw it after all.

You were going over to bring Bo a box of old car parts you had stolen found for him, when walking past the window to Victors office, you saw Bo holding up his shotgun and pointing it at the man. You saw him pull the trigger, and Victors blood and brain splatter on the window. The sight made you smile, you were proud of Bo for standing up to that sick son of a bitch and putting an end to everything once and for all. But you couldn’t tell Bo that, so instead you turned back to your home and pretended like you saw nothing. The box of car parts helped cheer Bo up after his fathers “suicide”.

A few years later and the two of you were adults now, and you had finally won Bo over. He was officially yours now and yours only. You moved into Ambrose relatively soon. The town had always been small, but you had began noticing it was getting smaller. And then one day you saw a group of people roll into town, claiming something was wrong with their car. Bo being the kind man he is offered to help them, and told them to go to the house of wax to keep themselves entertained while they waited.

“Darlin can you help me for a sec?” His sweet voiced called out to you.

“Of course, Bo! Whatcha need?” You skipped over to him with a smile.

“Well it looks like they have a broken fan belt, problem is that I don’t have the right size here. Could you go into town with Lester and get one for me?”

You nodded with a smile. And he smiled back down at you. “Thank you, darlin, I appreciate it.” Bo wrote down what he needed on a piece of scrap paper and sent you on your way. You were happy to help Bo, and you got to hang out with Lester! That was a bonus!

When you got back to town with the part you noticed those peoples car was gone, and so was Bo. So you knocked on the basement door to ask Vinny if he had seen them. He shook his head and you thanked him with a smile, turning to walk away but stopping midway. “By the way, those are some neat sculptures you got down there. Trying to keep up with your ma’s art?” You asked with a sweet smile. Vincent nodded. “Ah, I see. Well you did a great job as always! It almost looks real.”

And that was when you found out the brothers had been killing off the town one by one and anyone who crossed in it. You found the pit soon after that, or well, you smelled it. But best of all, Bo thought you were completely in the dark.

He’d wake up, give his partner a kiss before waving goodbye to them as he went out to get some more muses for his twin. Meanwhile his partner was subtly helping him out. They’d make sure their partners clothes was clean of any specks of blood, clean the garage extra carefully, and of course give him the biggest sweetest smiles. You had watched Bo do his special little hobby, in fact watching him became a part of your routine. And he suspected nothing.

“Welcome back, honey!” You shouted over your shoulder as you put dinner in the oven. Tonight was your turn to cook. Bo mumbled a hello back to you and slumped on the couch. You frowned, tossing the over mitt onto the counter, and making your way behind him. “Something happen?” You asked with concern.

Bo sighed, rubbing his temples and leaning his head back. “Jus’ been a long day,” He answered. “I’m so exhausted.”

Without needing another word you wrapped your hands around his shoulders and began massaging them, doing your best to work out some knots. Bo melted into your touch with a sigh. “You always now exactly how I like to relax.” You hummed with a giggle. “I know a lot about you, Beauregard. A lot more than you think.”

“Is that right?” He spoke. “Alright smarty, what else do you know about me?”

You hummed in thought. “Well, I know despite all the blue you wear your favorite color is actually green.”

Bo snorted. “You know my favorite color? Big deal, that’s too easy.”

“I’m not finished,” you spoke, moving your hands to lightly massage his scalp and temples. “You don’t like any green. You like a darker green, like a fir tree. You also hate neon colors because they hurt your eyes.”

Bo simply hummed in response. He was slightly impressed, he’ll admit.

“But I also know things about you that even you yourself doesn’t know.” You said, getting Bo’s attention and making him perk up. You swung around the couch and lightly kissed him on the nose. “Like you ain’t as sneaky as you think.”

Bo chuckled and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into his lap and covering your neck in kisses. “What’s that supposed to mean? You know where I hid your birthday present or somethin?”

You giggled and shrugged. “Maybe,” Your moment was interrupted by the over timer. You got up and took the dinner out and looked back at Bo. “I think ill take some of this to Ms. Locket , if you don’t mind.”

Bo’s face twisted to a sad pout, a very fake one. Oh how he’s never been good at faking emotions, other than a charming southern man. “Didn’t y’a hear? She passed away this mornin.”

You frowned, slowly setting the food onto the counter and looking down. “Oh…” you mumbled. “She was so sweet…”

“Oh darlin, come here.” Bo held his arms out and took you in, holding you close. You buried your head into his shoulder and could smell gun powder. “I know it’s sad, but you’ll get through it. I know you will.”

You hummed and smiled, gripping your hands around Bo tightly. Around your Bo. Yours and yours alone. He might not know just how enamored you are by him, but that’s okay. Because you know, and that’s all that matters.

#bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x reader #request #Bo Sinclair request

[ashen-crest]

Character Voice Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @talesfromaurea! This is a fun one.

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

My given line was "I'm sorry."

Ambrose: "Apologies. I didn't mean to upset you."

Eli: "Hey, look, I'm sorry about all this. I didn't think it would end up this way."

Dawn: She reached out for a hug. "I'm so sorry!"

Tagging in turn, with zero pressure: @pheita, @artdecosupernova-writing, @ladyazulina, and @writingamongther0ses! (and anyone else who wants to play, of course!)

Your given line of dialogue is: "say that to my face."

#character voice tag game #ambrose beake #eli valenz #dawn kerighin

[ltwharfy]

"Bob's Burgers" Season 6 Episode Ranking Rewatch (Long Post)

So, I've been rewatching "Bob's Burgers" from the beginning and ranking the episodes using the spreadsheet that @babsvibes created! If you want to know why I'm doing this or how I view the 1-5 rating scale, you can check out my Season 1 post! If you want to check out any of the other seasons, I've been using the "bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch" tag for all of them.

Now, on to Season 6:

Average (Mean) Score: 4.47

Mode (Most Common) Ranking: 5

Ranking breakdown: 11 5s; 6 4s; 2 3s

Season as a whole thoughts:

Another really solid season! The thing that I remember standing out to me even as it was originally airing was the number of callbacks to earlier seasons, and especially the first season, with the title (and plot) of "Sexy Dance Healing" and the title of "Sacred Couch". I remember wondering at the time if there was some sort of significance to it (my fear being that maybe the show was preparing to wind down- a lot of my favorite shows ended after 7 seasons). I wonder if maybe the production staff was feeling nostalgic with the 100th episode coming up- or if they just enjoy making callbacks as much as I enjoy spotting them (and making them in my fics)! Either way, it's the thing that stood out the most this season.

Some thoughts on specific episodes (and feel free to ask if you want my thoughts on an episode I didn't comment on):

"Sliding Bobs": Doing the rewatch, I've noticed that I generally enjoy the three-story episodes but I think this my absolute favorite because I love the framing story so much. I honestly find what Linda says to Tina at the end, about the universe being random but sometimes everything lining up and going your way, to be really beautiful and meaningful. I'll take random crap going my way over fate any day.

"The Land Ship": One of the rare episodes from the middle seasons of "Bob's Burgers" where neither the A plot or the B plot interests me. There are some funny bits ( I mean, Mr. Ambrose is in it, so of course there are some funny bits) but overall it's pretty meh in my book.

"The Hauntening": As I mentioned when discussing Season 5, I got to see a clip from the animatic of this when I saw "Bob's Burgers Live" at the Chicago Theater, so that will always make this special to me. Even without that, it would still be one of my favorite Halloween episodes, and I love Boyz 4 Now song and video at the end!

"The Gene and Courtney Show": Another follow up on Season 5, but as I mentioned when discussing "Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl", the rewatch has made me realize that I really love the way Courtney's character and her relationship with Gene developed over the show, and this is a big part of it. Gene's song at the end of the episode is so beautiful! This isn't my favorite Valentine's Day episode (that's next season...) but it's probably in my top 5.

"House of 1,000 Bounces": Bob: "Can pigeons open doors?" Teddy: "Do you mean metaphorically? In the right situation, I suppose." This may be my favorite Teddy line on the show, and the pigeon subplot is absolutely fantastic in my book. But, you're probably expecting me to talk about the Rudy plot, so...I think it's fascinating the range of takes there are on this episode. I've literally seen people list this episode as the reason they ship Louise/Rudy and other people list it as the reason they don't ship it. For me, it isn't either of those things (I was already on board the ship) but I to think it is a good story about their friendship. One of my (many) similarities with Rudy is that as a kid (and honestly, still now) I cried pretty easily. And there were definitely other kids who noticed this and would just try to get me upset because they thought it was funny. So, I love the fact that as soon as Louise realizes how upset Rudy is, she works to fix the situation. She cares that he's upset. I also think it's fascinating to watch "Bridge Over Troubled Rudy" after this one because it almost seems like the show realized they resolved Rudy and Louise's conflict a bit too neatly here and needed to explore that further (several seasons later...). If you want more of my thoughts on the role those episodes played in the evolution of this relationship between two cartoon nine year-olds that I overthink about, you can read my best non-fic piece of "Bob's Burgers" related writing.

"Stand by Gene": I've mentioned before that I love episodes that involve the Belcher kids and a diverse group of their friends going on an adventure, and I think this might be the best of them all. In my mind, it's kind of the Trope-namer, I think of those types of episodes as "Stand by Gene"-episodes (even if "The Belchies" was probably the first one).

"The Hormone-iums": This episode is really one of the two that inspired me to this rewatch! Honestly, I just sort of vaguely remembered its existence and had no clue if I liked it- so if I rated it without rewatching it I probably would've given it a 3 or maybe a 4. But I happened to catch it on TV and realized how freaking funny it is! A wonderful Tina puberty plot; the wine shoe B plot (complete with Louise wearing mouse ears on her bunny ears during their presentation to Calvin and Felix, which is basically the cutest thing ever); great songs; a joke about Tony Danza- this episode has it all, in my book! Definitely a 5; the original sleeper hit.

"Pro-Tiki/Con-Tiki": This is a pretty funny episode. Chris Parnell is a hilarious actor, and as an "Archer" fan it was fun to have him act opposite H. Jon Benjamin in a different role. But I give this one a 3 because I hate the central conflict and the way it is resolved. It's one of the few episodes of the show where the actual plot and its ending really bother me. Warren and Bob are both kind of idiots in this one. Bob has a super-rich friend who is willing to lend him money to help his business, but instead Bob chooses to frequently be on the verge of going broke because of American small business owner macho capitalism self-reliance independence nonsense? Screw that. The other Belchers were right to be mad at Bob for his actions in this episode; he's lucky they forgave him.

"Bye Bye Boo Boo": I love Louise's crush on Boo Boo so much! It is an absolute treat any time it gets brought up! It's one of the few things that completely knocks Louise off her game, and it is wonderful for that. (Also, a pretty accurate portrayal of what it feels like to have a crush, regardless of your age or gender.) Honestly, after Roudise, Louise/Boo Boo might be the Louise ship with the next most appeal to me (do they have a ship name? It has to be "Lou Boo", right?)

"The Horse Rider-er": Did you know that being the voice of Jericho is widely considered to be Paul Rudd's second most iconic role after Peter Klaven in "I Love You, Man"? (It's not, I'm just making a weird joke to amuse myself.)

"Glued, Where's My Bob?": They did a great job for the 100th episode! Honestly, if the show ever gets a planned series finale, I kind of hope the last scene is something similar to the climax of this episode- all our favorite recurring characters hanging out in and around the restaurant and supporting Bob. (Except, maybe it would be for something good, like Bob making a really amazing burger, rather than him being glue to the toilet...)

Random thoughts (stuff that doesn't affect the ratings):

-I wish they had handled the Frond/Gayle relationship a bit better. I actually think they make sense as a couple and I wish they had done more with them before breaking them up off screen. Or, they even could of kept them together (although, I understand the writers thinking it's funnier to have them single.) But at the very least, I wish they could've aired the three episodes that discuss the relationship in an order that makes sense! Why did they air "Gayle Makin' Bob Sled" before "The Cook, the Steve, the Gayle, & Her Lover"? (I mean, probably something to do with Fox's schedule and holidays and football and so forth but it still annoys me.)

-I literally just noticed that the title of the episode is "Gayle Makin' Bob Sled", I'd always read it as "Gayle Making" and thought it was just a straightforward title and now I am realizing it was probably actually supposed to be a pun on the Jamaican bobsled team immortalized in the movie "Cool Runnings" (and discussed by Gene in my favorite Christmas episode "God Rest Ye Merry Gentle-Mannequins"). God, I love the "Bob's Burgers" writing staff and the length they will go for a silly 80s/90s pop culture pun!

See you in Season 7! The post could be up relatively soon, since I've actually completed the rewatch of it, too. (Spoiler: Season 4 might be getting knocked out of first place...)

#bob's burgers #bob's burgers season 6 #bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch #long post

[multi-lefaiye]

a modern ghost story - wip re-intro

finally, a re-intro for my first ever writeblr wip intro... waow how time flies.

taglist (i'm gonna be real with y'all, i lost track of the taglist and had to dig it up again--tentatively tagging the original taglist as well as folks i thought might be interested): @albatris @skitzo-kero @anexor @lychniscitrus @transmasc-wizard @chaieyestea @vacantgodling @kingkendrick7 @jezifster @manuscriptsatmidnight @fictionalbullshitter @astral-runic

(if you'd like to not be tagged in posts relating to this wip going forward, lmk!!! <3 and if you'd like to be added to the actual taglist, also lmk!!!)

synopsis: A Modern Ghost Story is the tale of the four members of The Cyclone Seekers, a group of semi-famous storm-chasers, and their harrowing adventures chasing after storms in Nebraska in 2006. On the way, they quickly come to learn that they have far, far more than tornadoes to worry about waiting for them in the storms. Something sinister is afoot, and their past may come back to haunt them in a very literal way.

setting: various fictional locations in Nebraska, United States, in 2006

genres: postmodern horror (?) with traces of comedy--fundamentally a road trip story, though, about healing and facing the horrors head-on.

vibes except it's not clear what these mean: late nights at sleepovers where no one wants to go to bed yet, a mason jar full of bottle caps, the highs and lows of a long road trip with your friends, strange messages on the radio in a voice you thought you'd forgotten, the past is always one step closer than it appears to be, the coppery taste of blood on your tongue, your heart pounding in your ears as the world roars around you, a group of queer adrenaline junkies, "therapy is expensive, but sitting in your car while it rains is free."

characters:

picrew: [link]

Roach - 29 - they/them - 5'2"

Roach is not the face of Cyclone Seekers, as they find the idea of actually appearing on camera daunting. For the most part, Roach prefers to stay behind the scenes, most often handling their budget, equipment, and transportation, as well as acting as their cameraman. A lifelong smartass, they always say exactly what's on their mind and they're not particularly graceful or tactful. Why would they be, after all? Talking around the point only wastes time, and Roach hates to stop when there's important shit to get done.

Despite their blunt and often rude nature, Roach has a big heart deep down, and they care deeply for their fellow Cyclone Seekers, considering the others their best friends in the world. Roach doesn't have a lot of people in their corner, and they're steadfastly loyal to the end.

Oliver Cox - 32 - he/him - 6'1"

Oliver, like Roach, is not the face of the Cyclone Seekers. Instead, he is the manager of their ViewTube channel and website, as well as the one who usually deals with the people side of things. He's very sweet and enthusiastic, and generally a very gentle man who hates to even raise his voice. While, like everyone else, Oliver has his moments of anger, he prefers to redirect this anger into something productive rather than taking it out on others.

This isn't to say, of course, that Oliver is an innocent child. He's had his fair share of hardships and struggles in his life. However, he believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of humanity and the world around him. And this extends to the team, especially Roach--despite their often prickly exterior, Oliver considers them a very dear friend and is very happy to have them in his life. He sees the best in everyone until they give him reason not to.

Sydney "Syd" Ambrose - 29 - they/she - 5'11"

Syd is a friend of Roach's from college, an extremely anxious person who, at heart, has always wanted to leave their mark on history in some way. With their thirtieth birthday rapidly approaching, they want to do something great before the big day. This has, in part, reflected on their work with the Cyclone Seekers. As one of two hosts of the show, Syd is often in the spotlight, despite their severe anxiety about public speaking. When the cameras are rolling, their fear falls away, and they easily steal the show.

Aside from their ambition to do something great that lands in the history books, Syd has had a lifelong fascination with storms. The world of more traditional meteorology wasn't for them, so they've decided a more fulfilling career is to chase storms around and study them directly. It's working out so far, despite Syd's growing restlessness regarding the group's lack of mainstream success.

Yara Key - 30 - she/her - 5'7"

Yara is the other host of the Cyclone Seekers, and she's the much more outwardly optimistic and outgoing one. Their bit on the show is that, though Syd is the anxious one, they're also first to jump headlong into danger just to get a good look at a tornado; Yara, meanwhile, is friendly and outgoing but also the first to hide. It's a good bit and one that brings her a lot of joy, though it does irritate her sometimes to have people assume she's actually a coward. Because she isn't--she's just not stupid.

Though Yara hasn't known the others that long, she's a loyal friend who cares about them all deeply, and her not-so-secret crush on Syd is something Roach teases her about rather frequently (to which she gladly responds by teasing them about their similar crush on Oliver). When it comes down to it, fame isn't important to Yara, but she has a genuine love for entertaining people. And if she can do it while educating them about dangerous storms at the same time? All the better.

Vincent Cruz - 28 - he/him (questioning they/them) - 5'9"

Vincent Cruz is not a member of the Cyclone Seekers, nor does he have any particular interest in joining their little group. In fact, he thinks they're pretty ridiculous, and more than that, they're fucking stupid. He's grown up his whole life in a small town in Nebraska and knows all-too-well how dangerous storms like the ones they seek out can really be. They're going to get themselves killed, and they'll be lucky if it's quick.

However, Vincent feels an obligation to help them, or at least to make sure they can't put themselves or anyone else at risk with their antics. He isn't sure what makes him feel such a desire to protect them, but he insists it's not out of any care for them. They're just stupid. If he doesn't do anything, then they'll die. Simple math. (Ignoring the fact that they're his first friends in years, and they seem to genuinely like him for who he is when few others do.)

Vulture - 31 - he/him - 6'2"

A mysterious figure from Roach's past, one that they, until now, were completely certain was out of their life forever. Vulture is cold and cruel and pretentious, seeing himself as quite literally better than everyone else. He loves to hear himself talk and wants everyone to think he's the coolest motherfucker in the room at all times, for better and for worse.

For the most part, he doesn't seem interested in Roach, for which they're grateful. However, he has been contacting them again for the first time in nearly ten years, asking to meet up again.

#a modern ghost story wip #wip intro #wip reintro #writeblr #writblr #multi makes text posts #christ FINALLY.... WE'RE HERE #got lost in the sauce making that vulture picrew lmao #anyway yeah :) #i think vincent had the biggest glowup here but i'm so happy with them all #so excited for the directions they're going now #this really feels much more like a story i can sink my damn teeth into #i hope y'all enjoy :3 #also i know i said the rewrite is roach centric #but god i love syd.... revived my affection for them.... #so we'll see #roach is the primary protag but uhh :) we'll see

[adrianasunderworld]

So what does Crowley think of Arthur? I'm sure another way to be annoyed by the Headmage Ambrose.

Any annoyance Crowley has towards Arthur is directly related to his grandfather. He is the apple of his grandpas eye, Ambrose loves to talk about Arthurs accomplishments, and it just so happens so many of those accomplishments happen to be tied with RSA beating NRC yet again.

Arthur got the winning goal at the match against NRC. RSA was in the Sages Isle newspaper for a charity that Arthur was on the planning committee for and it over shadowed NRCs event. Etc Etc. Almost every time Crowley is talking to Ambrose, he will find a way to gush about Arthur. The poor boy hasn't done anything to Crowley, but he's already annoyed, especially since he usually assists his grandpa with things, so he's tagged along to Headmages meetings. Arthur has only ever been nice and polite to Crowley, its just him being annoyed at Ambrose.

And of course this only spurs the school rivalry more.

Crowley: Either one of you, find a way to beat that boy at something. Literally anything, I don't care.

Dreary: You mean Arthur?

Isabelle: Why? He's nice.

Crowley: I need something to rub in his grandfathers face for a change. You two are my wards, give me something to work with with here!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #arthur ambrose #dire crowley #ambrose the 63rd #isabelle rosa #dreary crowley

[dxwnfxll]

Could I request bright, clef and mikell with a reader who's new to the foundation and maybe their kind young, but very smart and talented, and maybe a child parent with the reader and them

Sorry, if the request seems confusing, I'm still learning English!

Alrighty! By child parent i'm guessing you want something where the characters act like readers parent? If not pls do tell me and i'll correct it!

(Edited i forgor the tags💀)

Here's Ambrose, Clef and Mikell with reader as their technical parent

(As always Ambrose replaces Bright/Shaw)

Ambrose

-alright so when you joined it wasn't long till you met the crazy, chaotic and immortal researcher. You two actually met at lunch, you watched as he had been rejected some food and you kindly offered your own. He seemed to really like that and claimed you as his 'friend'

-Jack took notice of how young you are and would crack jokes often about you being kinda 'dumb' for being so young and wanting to work in the worst place imaginable.

-she won't admit it but when they look at you he sees himself, she sees how he once was and feels you need some guidance.

-She started following you around making sure you were safe, of course you were pretty smart and honestly you didn't even really need his help. But no matter how many times you told them that you were fine, she'd wave it off and still follow you around

-Eventually she just started calling you his 'Office child' (kinda like office wife but y'know) you're the closest thing they have to a kid (she's scared to have any now due to their immortality)

-She's also kinda protective of you, especially around more dangerous employees and SCPs. You're talented and smart..not immortal.

-They kind of have to learn to accept one day you're gonna pass away and she will need to learn to accept that, it's hard for him to accept it though and she almost wishes they never went to lunch that day. But then she thinks about everything you've both done together and he's happy to have known you

-Constantly leaning over your shoulder to see what you're doing and will constantly bug you, always throws a lil party for you whenever you get a raise or a promotion

-On the more sadder side though she stays with you as much as he can, if you stay with the foundation till your death as hard as it may be he stays.

-they watch you grow old and still call you their office child, tell you constantly how proud they are of you because they know soon enough you'll pass..

-and when that day comes she literally sneaks out of the Foundation to be there, he doesn't go super close to the funeral but they watch from afar. To give that ol' mysterious vibe so you have people question your funeral (cause they think you would've liked that)

Mikell

-You met Mikell when he was an 05, but y'all didn't exactly meet as 05 and researcher.

-Sometimes Mikell likes to go 'undercover' meaning he'll just dress himself as a researcher and see how a random site he's at is doing.

-He chose the site you work at by complete random and poof there he was, he bumped into you (not literally) as you were leaving a meeting.

-The first thing he noticed was how young you were, then he noticed your badge. You were already a Level 3 while still pretty young. He was kinda impressed, he decided to try and talk to you and y'alls friendship bloomed.

-during his time with being your friend, you reminded him of his son David. Well the old David the David that didn't hate him, and because of that he began to hang out with you a lot.

-He didn't tell you he was an 05 he kinda refused to, it wasn't anything about you but more of..he didn't want you to like freak out or anything

-So he ended up extending his stay at that site for a lil longer, he'd have to do his meetings from his dorm on a computer

-He would follow you around and help out with whatever, he was usually a pretty serious guy so he can just imagine how his family or the 05 would look if they saw him now.

-He never said anything about seeing you like his kid, but his actions were very obvious. He was like a mother hen, if you got injured he'd panik, if there was a breach he'd panik, if you didn't show up to work that day he'd panik

-Honestly kinda ironic how he treats you vs his own son, but i honestly feel he regrets how he treated David. And now he sees this as a do-over..to make amends in a sense? Be the father David deserved to you.

-Eventually all good things come to an end and he has to go back to being an 05, so to do that he has to fake his death..Which leaves you heart broken

-Mikell can't seem to stay away though, feeling bad for leaving you behind sometimes he'll send you little emails or letters with the initials 'M.A' on them

-They usually just detail of how proud he is of you, and even though he can't be seen he's still watching and cheering you on.

Clef

-Clef is already a dad, but sadly he can't *be* a dad if that makes sense.

-You two met during an orientation, you were a new researcher pretty young to. Usually he didn't care about new researchers but when he saw your kind nature similar to Mikell you reminded him of his daughter

-It was almost a lil bit of a delusion at first, like he legit SAW YOU as HIS daughter. He saw Meri not you, but that may have just been him trying to cope with never seeing her again.

-He's extremely protective of you, like if anyone says anything backhanded or rude to you he's right behind them with his ukulele in hand

-"Cover yer' eyes kid" "what? Why?" "Just do it."

-he sometimes lets you wear his hat in his office, he'll even put it on you and ruffle your hair in the process

-and yes eventually he does end up seeing you as y/n and just kinds adopts you? Like even though you're clearly an adult the guy somehow adopted you

-he follows you around sometimes playing his ukulele, He's pretty much your bodyguard/j

-he tells you dad jokes all the time, finally someone other than Draven he can tell them to!

-"hey, hey y/n" "yes Alto?" "What did the horse say after it tripped?" "..." "Help i can't giddyup"

-He's got a whole ass dad book joke somewhere i'm pretty sure

-he tries to stay with you as much as he can in your life, but everyone knows good things come to an end.

-He isn't very open to you by the way, he sees you as his kid and treats you as such. So he tries to keep his past away from you, the only thing with his past you probably know is him being a GOC and 166 being his kid

-Imagine you're in a breach backing away from some SCP, you feel a hand grab your arm and you get yanked behind Clef as he goes gun crazy on the anomaly

- "you've yeed- yer last haw"

Hope you liked this! If i missed anything pls do tell and I'll gladly edit it!

Requests are open! <3 (and i do just about any character)

Until next time!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp x reader #scp fanfiction #scp dr bright #dr bright #scp dr clef x reader #scp dr bright x reader #scp mikell bright x reader #scp dr clef #scp mikell bright #dr elias shaw x reader #dr elias shaw #scp elias shaw x reader #elias shaw

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Subscription

Title: Subscription

Word count: 979

Rating: Teen (nothing explicit, but.. well, it's about dick pics)

Characters: Becky Lynch & Dean Ambrose (minor appearances by Seth Rollins and Triple H)

Prompt 04: Asking permission to send a dick pic.

Tagged: @wrestleprompts

"Hey Becks? Got a minute?"

Becky turns to see Dean walking up to her, tapping his phone against his thigh. Jon, she reminds herself. He isn't renewing his contract with WWE and he'll be gone in a matter of weeks, so she'll have to get used to using his real name again. "Hey. What's up?" She does her best not to glance at the closed office where Seth is meeting with Hunter. By now pretty much everyone backstage knows she and Seth are dating, but some opinions matter more to her than others, and Dean's is one of them. Roman seems delighted that his youngest Shield brother is in love again, but she can't quite figure out Dean's take on the relationship.

When he starts glancing around, Becky's heart sinks a bit. Dean is twitchy by nature, but he looks like he's making sure no one else is in earshot. "Got a question for you," he says at last, hopping up on the nearest equipment trunk and patting the spot beside him, staring at her until she joins him.

"Okay. Shoot." She's never been one of those girls who doesn't want to go anywhere without her boyfriend, but she can't help wishing Seth's meeting would finish up quickly.

"You cool if I keep sending Seth dick pics?"

There's enough to unpack there that Becky feels like her brain has gone on a whirlwind world tour. Her mouth opens and closes over and over, but the only word she can manage to squeak out is "What?"

Dean taps the back of his phone. "Are you cool if I keep sending Seth dick pics?" Apparently the addition of a formal verb is supposed to make the question clearer.

"Keep sending?" Becky echoes, still trying to find some sensible footing in this surreal conversation. "You mean you've been sending him dick pics already?"

To her surprise, Dean doesn't look surprised at all. "Yeah. Of course. It's a whole thing. You know, like those flip animation books...."

That unleashes a torrent of images in Becky's head that she really doesn't want to be contemplating, especially since she's next in line to talk to Hunter. "That's really up to Seth, isn't it?" she hedges. A strange sense of relief relaxes her shoulders. The reaction to their relationship has been so positive overall that she's just been waiting for someone to try tearing them down and if it had been Dean, she's not sure if she would have had the heart to tell Seth. It's hard enough knowing that his Shield brother is going to be leaving the company; if Dean disapproved of their relationship—or just her—it could drive a wedge between them that had nothing to do with distance. "I mean, it's his phone and—"

But Dean waves away her concerns like stale smoke. "Nah. I know he's good with it. I just want to make sure you are. I mean, you two are probably going to be married before my birthday at the rate you're going, so I want to keep everything cool, you know? Galina was okay with it for a while, but now with the kids...."

It's another rollercoaster ride for Becky's heart, but at least this loop sends her soaring. Dean's birthday is in December—she's too flustered to remember the exact day—so if he thinks they'll be married by then, clearly he thinks they have staying power. Or that we're stupid, Becky thinks. To Dean, though, those probably aren't mutually exclusive. "Oh. Okay. Well, I mean, if it's cool with him, I'm fine with it."

"Good." Dean is still speaking as he flips over his phone, taps an app icon, and pecks out a few words before hitting the send button.

It's quiet enough backstage that Becky hears the notification tone from Seth's phone and the low rumble of his voice. Even if there was the bustle of a live event, though, she would have been able to hear the sharp sudden curse. "I didn't think you meant right now," Becky hisses. "He's in a meeting with Hunter!"

"Oh." Dean hops down to his feet and quickly shoves his phone in his back pocket. "Well, not like Trips hasn't seen it too. If he wants a subscription, he can ask." Then he plants a sloppy kiss on the top of Becky's head and saunters off. "You're good for him, Lynch!" he hollers back. "Don't let him screw this up!"

"DEAN!" The exclamation bursts out of the office before Seth does, eyes wide. When he notices Becky, he takes a deep breath. "I thought I heard Dean. That bastard—"

"Leave it, Seth." Hunter's beleaguered fatherly tone may sound weary, but Becky knows the power behind it all too well. "Let's finish up here and then you can go yell at him."

Becky manages to shoot Seth an apologetic look before he goes back in the office, but it still feels like an eternity before the door opens again. "Not your fault," he says quickly, coming over to give Becky a kiss. "I want to talk to him before we leave, though, so...."

"Go ahead. I'll let you know when I'm done with Hunter." She takes her time closing the office door behind her, though, and she's not quite sure how to read Hunter's expression. "Sorry about that—"

Hunter shakes his head. "Was it your dick?" The question is almost absurd as Dean's had been. "No. Then you have nothing to apologize for." He clears his throat and loosens his tie, clearly eager to get the last of the evening's work done. "Let's talk about some scenarios for Money in the Bank...."

"Sounds good."

And then Becky's phone dings, and she sets it on Hunter's desk very carefully, face down. Whatever it is, she doesn't want to know. She's had enough surprises for one day.

#wrestleprompts #combatfaerie fic

[idyllic-affections]

*twirls around in a dramatic sailor moon-style transformation sequence* ta-da! tis i, ⭐️ anon turning into my final form: starryshinyskies!

(i mean i would actually consider @stellar-skyy to be my final form because that’s the blog i actually use nowadays (nowadays being the past few weeks because i only just started posting my writing), but alas, one cannot send asks from a sideblog. also you’ve actually reblogged one of my posts (the freminet one) with some nice tags and it made me really happy, but i felt a bit awkward saying that before so thank you lol.)

(and um also… remember what you said about how if any of us felt comfortable revealing ourselves we’d have a place on the moot list… were you still okay with that? /nf /lh)

it feels strange to be sending an ask off-anon, i don’t think i’ve ever done this before… but it was for an important cause—ambrose!

i apologise for the colours being slightly off, i tried my best to follow your drawing as reference but i don’t have a lot of shades that matched ;-; i hope you like it nonetheless!

(+ tiny sketch of them, just sitting there.)

they were very fun to draw so thank you for that! i haven’t really drawn in a while (you can probably tell i’m rusty lol) but they’ve broken my art block (hopefully.)

- the one formerly known as ⭐️

ASJJWKAHSJHJ HIII HELLO <333 you have evolved!!!!!! onto the moots list you go hehehe <3

I REMEMBER THAT POST..... it was very cute and i wanted to make my tags longer but i had really bad brain fog that day and the words weren't wording 💔 but!!! of course!!!! reblogging posts with fun tags is always my favorite hobby!!

and OUGHGSJGHGJF AMBROSE..... SUCH A SILLY LITTLE GUY....... BUT IN A FEM-PRESENTING WAY...... they're soo squishy. very squishable. i'm really happy you had fun drawing them!!!! i love them sm they are my silly..... i have art from moots for all of my hoyoverse ocs now..... sobsbbsbdvjfht i love them so so so much thank you for showing me this 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

#aphelion replies: moots 🌸 #when people draw my ocs 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[the1975attheirverybest]

They are very much part of my upbringing and my culture whether I like it or not. It's a very intricate subject and I did a poor job at explaining it, but I get what Matty means.

// omfg @steel-elle (cant tag but holy shit, do I get you)

As a Croatian I can relate to all of your experiences, to the point where my dad is a non-believer (I believe he would say he's an atheist, but imo he is more in the pursuit of understanding and knowing instead of belief/religion). And my mum is a believer but on a very mild level (we go to church for the big holidays, mostly as a tradition nowadays).

But I myself have been saying I'm culturally catholic in the sense of upbringing and basically everything that surround me. Religion as class in school (from ages 7-15; then I took ethics in high school), religion all around, and I just started rejecting it very early on (I was about 10-11) - becauseee basically I was going to get the first communion sacrament (fancy), and at the age of 9 to be allowed to do this i had to;

Go to religion classes once (maybe even twice my memory is hazy) a week IN SCHOOL (secular state my ass)

Go to religion classes in church once a week (after school)

You HAD to be present at both, you couldn't opt out at school and say I'm going to church things. It had to be both.

Sing in a choir - even though choir practices coincided with my acting classes I had to alternate for a whole year (surely God would have wanted me to). And wasn't even a type of child who would sing solos, I was one of 20ish others just singing in the background. My acting on the other hand - spectacular (for a 9 year old at least).

I wasn't allowed to miss choir practice without a valid reason.

Had to go to specific Sunday mass even if I had volleyball games, or if we were out of town my mum had to explain we were idk on a family trip and I would have to go to another time-slot in the week.

So that was the academic from age 9-10. And of course once communion has been squared away I wanted to not go, like this was it for me. The bs that started it all was me having to miss my drama classes. And I wanted to stop going to religion classes in school, my parents supported me, but thw nun(!!) who would come in to teach saw me in school hallway twice within first two weeks of school and basically said she was "disappointed in me" and idk implied goinf to hell. So I went back home distraught and asked my mum to like get me into religion classes bcs it was the better option.

Anyway, I've got a weird religion/catholic kink now so the jokes on them.

Best religious experience was that I went to a full on catholic kindergarten and that was amazing. (probably did not help the kink tho). But it was very light and easy going, we had funky lil childrens prayers, and listened to stories about how we can do kind deeds n shit.

(sorry this is so long but I read the words religious discourse or see the word catholic and my brain just... needs to join)

Don’t apologize at alllllll!!! This is really really interesting for me to learn actually. And it’s a way for all of us to collectively expand and explain the notion of culture vs theology or religious practice that Matty hinted at.

And I think it varies so much from one country to another too! Like you guys (Italy and Croatia) have a different experience than me/ in the US. I was talking to Ambrose @bookish-strawberry about it last night, but I feel like England is very chill about atheist and it feels like the norm whereas in the US, even though the constitution says “freedom of religion” and separation between church and state, government is VERY fearful of atheism AND tons of Republican lawmakers use the Bible as a justification. (Which is the opposite of what the country is supposed to be founded on but that’s a whole other thing.) so my experiences with religion and culture here are very very different from y’all. And then my own personal beliefs as a Muslim existing in an Islamophobic country. All of this is super clarifying and interesting to hear how others around the world have experienced this stuff! I love it when you all chime in!

[kausstar]

PRETTY THING

bo sinclair x bimbo! female! reader￨nsfw-ish content￨wc: 1k

bo uses you as an attraction for ambrose (couldn’t come up with a better description…)

tags dark and spicy content (no smut). talks of murder. jealous! bo. established relationship. thicker! reader in mind. praise kink (reader). mean and soft! bo. you being obsessed with his voice. he picks you up once. he gave that ass a hit.

𝓴aus. my first time writing for a official slasher and i am kicking my feeeettttt right now.

you hummed lightly to a song that played in your head, tracing the wrench bo had just handed you. you were supposed to put it back on the wall behind you but completely forgot once you felt the heavy weight of it in your hands. the desk you were sitting on was warm from the heat, on your exposed thighs. “sweetheart?” bo calls who’s steps in front of you. not directly in front you, but under a lifted car. he’s been working on the thing all morning and you kinda missed him :(.

his thick accent knocks you out of your trance, making you look in his direction, just to find half of his body sticking from up under the car. “yes?” you answer. “can hand me the screwdriver?” he asks, hoping you would know by now what it looked like. he’d tried to teach you and you tried to listen but bo’s voice just keep getting to your head. it was already foggy enough but his rich voice made it even worse.

“y-yeah,” you stutter, turning around to look at all the tools you had forgotten. silence fell upon the gas station as you looked at the broad. you wanted to find it so bo would praise you for listening to him but you just couldn’t remember. you hadn’t noticed the pout that fell on your lips but bo did once he’d slide from up under the car to look at you. the pout on your face makes him speak up again.

“the red one to your left, sweetheart,” he hummed, making you look to your left and grab the red handled tool. you hop down from the desk and walk over to bo who’s still sitting on the creeper. “‘m sorry, i didn’t remember,” you frown as you hand him the screwdriver. “it’s all right. just try to ‘member harder next time,” he nods to you. you’re thankful he’s not mad, but how could he be mad when those short shorts look so delicious on your body? you give him a smile and before he could slide back under you hear people- very loud and laughing people.

you had been expecting them ever since bo had spotted them the night before. “close the garage for me,” bo asks as he stands from his sitting position. you do as he asks and walk over with all intentions of doing so but you just can’t reach the garage door to pull it down. bo hears whines from you as he tries to put away the tools he’s been using. he spots you struggling and can only help but grin. he asked you to do it on purpose, of course. why wouldn’t he wanna see you struggle and whine?

the fat of your ass looked so good in those shorts too. “i got it, pound cake,” he says, suddenly closer than before as he grabs the garbage door and pulls it down without much effort. you pout again, just wanting to do good for him but he was being so mean. he only grinned at your pout this time. “go out there before they get ahead of us,” he says, making you nod and head for the door. bo couldn’t help but to give your ass a good smack as you walk away, and you could only yelp in surprise.

outside, you watched as one blonde guy looked around ambrose, eyes scanning the buildings. with him, they’re two other guys, one hair dark brown, tall while the others a dusty blonde also tall. all rather young. v is gonna love turning them into statues, you thought. the one with the dark hairs eyes caught a sight of you first and scans you from head to toe with his eyes and a grin.

once the three of them made it over to you, dark hair steps close. “aren’t you a pretty thing?” he coo’s, grin devilish but not as pretty as bo’s. “stop that…” blonde guy says, pulling the other one back. “sharing is caring, alright?” he adds grinning, before looking back over at you. “hey, sweetheart. our car broke down a couple miles back and we need a fan belt,” he grins, licking his lips a bit at you. you can’t help but smile. “i’m not completely sure what that is but you can ask bo. he’s good with cars,” you nod, sweetly.

the blonde nods with a smile while you watch the other two eye you from behind him. “he’s doing something right now but he’ll be done in a sec. wanna come in?” you ask, gesturing over to the gas station. “sure. lead the way,” he grins. you turn around, making your way into the station as you hear groaning behind you. “you know, you sure do look so damn beautiful in those shorts,” one of them groans out, as you spin around to look at them in the station.

“thx. bo got them for me. said i looked delicious enough to eat in them,” you cheesed, head going a bit foggy at the thought of the way he ate you like a starve man that same night. you only hope he’d be worked up after handling the three men standing in front of you so he could fuck you senseless later. you’re head was so foggy that it hadn’t noticed one of them inching closer to you. “he wasn’t lying about that,” the dusty blonde grinned, licking his lips as he stared at your tits.

“what do you need, fellas?” you can’t help but smile at his voice. all of you look over at the man leaning on the doorframe as he wiped his hands on a dirty towel. “bo,” you grinned, quick to walk over to him. bo watched as all the guys eyes followed your every movement. so once you made it to his side, he stood up straight and put his arm around your waist. “pretty girl you got there,” the dusty blonde grins, eyeing you like a piece of candy while you hug onto bo’s side.

“i know. now, what do you fellas need?” he said, more stern now. the blonde glares at the others while he steps forward. “we need a fan belt. 16, i am pretty sure,” he says, and bo nods. “might have some here or some up at the house. if ya don’t mind taking the walk,” he says before looking at all of them for an answer. “yeah, that’s cool,” the blonde haired one says with a nod. “yeah. yeah, we can walk,” dusty blonde says. “is she coming?” dark haired one asks, brown eyes lingering on you once again.

bo thinks about driving a screwdriver through his neck but he only looks down at you. you find yourself looking back up at him. “nah, she’s got some remembering to do, don’t you?” he grins, with a nod trying to help you remember the tool incident that happened minutes before. you looked at him confused for a second before finally remembering and nodding up at him. “yeah,” you smile thinking about how he’d praise you for even remembering one.

bo looks back over at the guys who are just staring at the two of you. “i’ll go check for the fan belt and let ya know if we have to take that walk,” he nods, before heading back into the garage area with you. he walks you over to the table by all the tools before picking you up and sitting you down on the table.

“sit here and look real pretty for me, alright?” he grins at you, hands trailing from your sides to your thighs. you grow needy feeling his calloused thumb rub the sides of your thighs. you nod with a big smile to him. “good girl,” he says before patting your left thigh and leaving the garage.

 2023 kausstar.

don’t ask my black ass what that ending was. just know, he’s fine and his voice is finer! 😛

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax x reader #house of wax smut #x bimbo! reader

[waiting-on-a-dream]

can i ask 3 for xue mei and zoya, 5 for emile and xenon and 17 for mia? :D

Yeah~ These sure are some cute questions!

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

Zhang Xue Mei

"The time my dad and I went to explore a sunken ship," Xue Mei smiles at the memory. "There was no treasure to find. But it was a warm summer afternoon, and we sang songs together in a hollow hallway. I just never forgot that experience, you know?"

Zoya Eiwari

"The one time my mom played tag with me," Zoya sighed wistfully. "She's usually too tired for such a game, but that day was an anomaly I suppose. I loved having her chase after me so much, I wanted to drag the game on forever, and before I knew it I was ten steps ahead from where I was before. I unlocked my unique magic that day, and we had steak to celebrate," she laughed. "My mom was so proud. Almost as proud as when I got my acceptance letter to NRC."

5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

Xenon Ambrose

"I like to grow tea leaves," Xenon blinked owlishly. "For one of my favourite divination methods. I don't mind drinking tea as well, most blends can be quite soothing."

Emile Briar

"I have a certain fascination with history, I would say," Emile smiled. "Whenever I have time to myself, I'll pick up a book from my history collection and give it a read. Of course, I make sure to fact check the book I'm reading whenever I can. Can't have myself believing misinformation after all."

17. What makes you laugh?

Mia Willows

"Hm...This is hard to answer. I only know what I find funny when it makes me laugh," Mia pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Let me try and remember..."

"Mmmmmm, like when a pufferfish bloats itself, or when a seagull flies into something I guess?" Mia laughed. "That makes me sound kinda mean."

#oc interview #zhang xue mei #zoya eiwari #emile briar #xenon ambrose #mia willows

[ashen-crest]

find the word tag

Thanks for tagging me, @dogmomwrites! My words are: content, amuse, flaw, strong, and radiant.

Tagging in turn, with zero pressure: @writing-is-a-martial-art, @asomeoneperson, @author-a-holmes, and @skyfireflight-writes. Your words are: sad, anger, strength, and dark.

All of these snippets are from A Rival Most Vial.

Content

The mention of Ambrose dampened Eli’s mood again, and this time, he couldn’t shake it. He paused at the front door, his hand on the doorknob. “What do I…do about him?”

“About Ambrose?” Dawn asked. As she spoke, the rose statue on the counter flashed white. She unfurled the scroll, scanned its contents, and scrawled down a response. “He’s not going anywhere anytime soon.” She set down the quill. “You’re going to have to talk to him at some point.”

Eli’s grip on the doorknob tensed. “But he won’t talk to me.”

Amuse - couldn’t find!

Flow

Like always, the game was over far too fast, and Eli joined the flow of outward traffic in a haze of excitement.

“I still can’t believe those last two minutes.” He had one arm looped around Dawn’s elbow, the other swinging the picnic basket. “Marlow jumped—he jumped—over the defense with the ball in one hand. I mean, who does that?”

“Told you.” Dawn bumped him with her hip. “Now, can I check on my shop before we have our picnic?”

Strong

Overwhelming happiness and uncomfortable guilt made for a terrible mix in Eli’s insides. Ambrose Beake was making it far too easy to fall in love with him.

He had been silently testing the word love for a week now, rolling it around in his head, testing its weight. He had fancied himself in love before, of course, when he was younger. With his career changes came flings as strong as they were short, passing through like sandstorms. 

But now, the word stuck in his mind, heavy and stubborn. There was no ignoring it or pushing it aside. He loved Ambrose Beake.

Why did he have such terrible timing?

Radiant - couldn’t find!

#a rival most vial #find the word tag #tag game #writeblr #writblr #my wip #ambrose beake #eli valenz #dawn kerighin

[intothevortex]

The “Sunday Poem”

I noticed with quite a bit of shock that my long-time Tumblr-friend, the Master of the Macabre, Ambrose Harte is missing on my list of “Sunday Poems”. I had to change that. Immediately. So, I read one of my favourite of Ambrose’s poems, the wonderfully dark and eerie “The Soul Collector". And this poem certainly won’t be the last one I’ll read. 

“The Soul Collector”by Ambrose Harte

All my “Sunday Poems” found on my YouTube channel in this playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzwdqN_pqJncmI52cpbyoHYhE_1jZ1QFp

find Ambrose’s blogs here: @ambroseharte @scatteredthoughts2 and - in case you don’t already do - give him a follow (or two) while you’re at it. His poetry is amazing

Thank you, Ambrose for your “carte blanche” :)

#writers on tumblr #(and I mean Ambrose with this tag of course) #poetry #poem #poetry reading

[twst-campos13]

hello!! could i request enemies/rivals to lovers for crewel, crowley, and sam with a male professor who works at rsa? thank you!!

Thank you for the request!! I had a little trouble coming up with a coherent list,,,writing mr. sam's is my personal favorite tho!! (* ^ ^ *)/ commentary in the notes!

Tags: enemies/rivals to lovers, fluff, male!reader, rivalry Warnings: parallel scenes to Cruella's behavior (Divus' part).

➺ You and him go waaaay way back

➺ Like middle school!

➺ At first, you were friends, but a week didn't even pass and you two became sworn nemesis at your middle school.

➺ Both of you are always competing in various subjects and extracurricular. It isn't even your fault it would always resort to a (metaphorically) open-fire competition with Crowley. In fact, it's his fault.

➺ Whenever you would mind your own business, studying on your own, working hard on your own, he would always step in and try to one-up you.

➺ You swear he's doing it on purpose to get on your nerves.

➺ Throughout your school year in middle school, your rankings will always alternate with each other. You would be first, Crowley would be second; Crowley would be first, you would be second.

➺ And boy when he would rank first, he would rub it in your face

➺ You blame him for tainting your school record. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Someone had to put him in his place," you argued to the school counselor. "Please, consider it as self-defense."

➺ You broke his nose and made him cry. Don't think the school counselor is going to let you off because of that.

➺ By the time you graduate middle school, it was good riddance to Dire Crowley. You didn't have to worry about competing with that bastard crow. You worked hard on your own efforts—you even landed a job at Royal Sword Academy!

➺ Headmaster Ambrose was kind to accept you during their internship. Eventually, he hired you permanently on the job as his assistant.

➺ Life is good....until the inter-school competitions, of course, because that usually means you have to see his stupid, annoying, idiotic face again.

➺ And every time there would be a for-staff-only event during these competitions, you would do everything in your power to dominate him.

➺ lmao dominate

➺ With both your competitiveness, you two are oblivious to your own pettiness. Not to the other staff watching, of course, it was blatantly obvious what kind of chemistry is brewing between the both of you.

➺ The rivalry even extends to both your students (these poor kids-)

➺ Granted, Headmaster Ambrose treats all his students as his own children, but the students of RSA recognize you as their own father as well. Headmaster Crowley, on the other hand, only has a handful of favorites (an attitude of his where you take the chance to criticize him).

➺ RSA students want to make you proud. NRC students don't give a fuck to Crowley and just want to win against them.

➺ Like fathers like children.

➺ During the recent inter-school, you met the Ramshackle Prefect. They seem like a nice kid, but Crowley was quick to whisk them away from you. He resembled a defensive crow and, lo and behold, both of you argued over this little meeting.

➺ There has been a compromise during the competition. It lessened the arguing but it heightened the petty banter. The compromise? The Ramshackle Prefect (volunteered willingly).

➺ They became the peace-making child between two "divorce-but-getting-together-again-maybe" couple (as the staff puts it)

➺ Spending time with the Ramshackle Prefect made you appreciate NRC (which you only despise because Crowley is running the school). Not only that, you learned to see a rare side of Dire Crowley. In turn, he gets to see a side of yours that he...appreciates.

➺ The side that Crowley hides during the majority of his career and you openly show yours: empathy.

➺ With this "fatherly bonding" with the prefect, you wondered why you disliked Crowley. You realized that back in the early period of middle school, the both of you barely argued.

➺ This made you ponder as to what happened between the both of you.

➺ "Don't let personal feelings get in the way of a healthy rivalry," Headmaster Ambrose advised you.

➺ You still wonder if this blooming feeling in your chest could be what he meant.

"That child can be a menace, but I can only blame you for that." Your comment made Crowley turn his nose from you, huffing. The Ramshackle prefect waved goodbye at the two of you for they have important matters to attend to.

"I'm not sure what you mean. I have been kind and gracious to them ever since they were left in my care!" Crowley refuted quite defensively. You rolled your eyes, lips curling into a grin. You felt Crowley stare at you. You tried your best to ignore the heat on your neck.

"If they were left to your care, they would be a prissy stuck-up."

"Oh, shut up."

note: reader here works as an animal language professor!

➺ You heard of each other when you have a similar job in the same industry: fashion.

➺ You were more of an assistant rather than a protege under your boss. She was well-known as the "Iron Fist" of the fashion industry. She wouldn't take any amateur fashion designer under her care. Crewel, for this matter, was an exception.

➺ He stuck around your boss for the most part until eventually, he started "rebelling" against her principles.

➺ You witnessed what you believed was his downfall and desperation. Although you wish to commend him for forging his own path, it was hard to, for you see the devilish madness he's leading himself to.

> The disagreement between the both of you eventually made you lose respect for him.

➺ But he is such a charming man with loads of potential. You didn't want to give up on being acquainted with him. However, fate kept putting you against each other that you doubt there will be a chance of anything else other than that.

➺ Your respect for him plummeted deeper when you found out what "special fabric" he has been using to create wonderful and amazing articles of clothing.

➺ The pursuit after Divus Crewel was hassling. When you two faced off for the last time, he accused you of mucking dirt on his good name, and that he has the rights for his artistic liberties.

➺ In your eyes, he was absolutely insane.

➺ "SKINNING DOGS IS NOT A FORM OF ARTISTIC LIBERTY, DIVUS!" | "OH, BUT ON REPTILES IT IS?"

➺ You figured that's where your bad blood with him comes from. Because, ever since you worked as a professor at Royal Sword Academy, your fight or flight mode activates when you see him.

➺ You swear you can hear the Three Fates laughing at you for they made you rivals with him again.

➺ Inter-school competitions are hell because you wanted nothing more than to avoid him like the plague. Crewel states that he placed the past behind him, but you swore he enjoys watching you or your students make the tiniest mistake during the competition.

➺ His pettiness infuriates you that winning first place as usual just does not cut it. If it's a fight he wants then a fight he gets. You will not allow his awfully charming smirk to vex you any further.

➺ Not even when you're put in compromising situations with him. You will not let yourself squirm under his gaze.

➺ To be honest, you're not even sure of your own feelings. Being petty, outperforming each other, and being defensive against each other is second nature. Yet, deep down, you know it's tiring. You wonder if it's pride that keeps you two from standing on the same ground.

➺ Maybe that ground is found in the 101 dalmatians that Divus has in his manor when he invited you over.

➺ Great Sevens, your profession in animal language got triggered.

➺ Divus called you to his manor to have a friendly reunion. Even pettiness can be tiring, it seems. Still, you were suspicious of him owning a hundred and one dalmatians that you couldn't help but talk to the dogs.

➺ Surprisingly, all 101 of them show no sign of apprehension, supporting their claims of Crewel being such an amazing father. One of the small puppies even made you blush with the question if you're their new father

➺ Judging by Crewel's expression, you don't think he'll be opposed to that.

"So you won't...turn them into coats?" You cautiously asked, cradling an armful of puppies that yips for your attention.

Crewel looked offended at your suggestion. "I'm not barbaric, sir," he defended. Then he took a sip of his tea. "I'm creative."

"And still mad, it seems." You say this disheartened, but the fluttering feeling in your chest says otherwise.

➺ Out of the two men, your rivalry with Sam is the LEAST pettiness and leans more into the flirty and playful side

➺ You first met during a bazaar in New Orleans. Competition is thick, but you didn't mind it. It's a chance for you to showcase the uniqueness of your business and charm

➺ It wasn't hard to gather customers thanks to your "sales charisma" so to speak. It even attracted the attention of your rival stall belonging to a tall (and equally charming) man: Sam!

➺ Neighboring stalls, onlookers, and customers felt a wave of energy similar to this:

➺ Pleasantries and formalities were exchanged (as well as your names), but there was a challenging tone in both your words. When it comes to doing business, the air of professionalism is there, but anyone within a mile radius knows that there is something more happening behind the sales talk.

➺ Instead of feeling annoyed at being one-upped, you felt impressed (and shocked) with the variety of products Sam bought with him. It only motivated you to pull your aces out of your sleeves and pockets that sure wowed the crowd.

➺ It might be the high of achievement, but you were sure you saw his eyes twinkle at you. Sam tipped his hat as means of proclaiming your victory. You won this round, but he won't go easy on you next time.

➺ You won't admit it out loud but you wished that next time would come quicker. Sure, being a shopkeeper at RSA is peaceful with all the nice and obedient kids around, but remembering his boisterous voice made you miss him.

➺ Thank your Grand Princesses because, during the inter-school competition, you get to meet him again!

➺ This time, the level of charisma rose tremendously. Both of you worked your throats and hearts off to capture the attention (and madols) of possible customers.

➺ Granted, Sam would make a few quips here and there about your marketing style. His friends from the Other Side would make you embarrass yourself in front of customers by sneaking up behind you!

➺ Ah, but you get back at him during breaks. Sam thinks he knows every trick in the book, but you would manage to catch him off guard every time.

➺ You would tease each other out loud, too. This became more of a highlight to the visitors that the other stalls held by students got overlooked.

➺ "There isn't room for two devilish men, good sir!" | "Speak for yourself, Mr. Sam."

➺ The students are tired at these two adult men and their sales-flirting.

"Can I get a waffle?" The tired Ignihyde student mumbled in front of the stall. You would have attended immediately to him, but you were quite occupied proving Sam that you're better at endorsing magic cards than he is.

Unfortunately, this little competition of yours gets you distracted. The lack of distance between the two of you is obvious. The Ignihyde student slumped into his hoodie, a bit frustrated. "Can I please get a waffle?"

#campos-notes #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x male!reader #twst x male!reader #dire crowley #divus crewel #mr. sam #sam #twst sam #twst mr. sam #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #mr. sam x reader #sam x reader #dire crowley x male!reader #divus crewel x male!reader #mr. sam x male!reader #sam x male!reader #male!reader #writing divus' part was so hard ;-; i keep spacing tf out wondering how else to play it out #on the other hand sam's part is where i enjoyed the most #wrote whatever i want and made it playful as possible #this made me realize im not that good in writing rival to lovers which is why I'm willing to learn!!!

[darkorderaf]

General prompt 95 with cm punk?

Awww yes of course. Here’s some soft!Punk for you. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: CM Punk x OFC. Prompt: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” Rating: T. Warnings/Content: None; just fluff! Word Count: 582.

Tag List (asked to be added/removed): @alyhull @boutmachines @sillynilly27 @simoneinside @vtriggerbucks

(I don’t own gif; all credit to ambrose-reigns!)

She should have known it would come back to bite her in the ass. Not but a week ago, he hadn’t left her side as Doc Sampson tended to her knee. CM Punk fretting over someone? Say it isn't so, she had thought. She had smiled at him, blood between her teeth, then laughed. The laugh jostled every bruise and he had frowned at her when the doctor left the room.

“Really? You’re laughing with the world’s biggest ice pack taped around your knee?” He shook his head and gave the deepest sigh she had ever heard. “You’re going to look like Grimace tomorrow, you know that, right?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” she said. She tried to awkwardly roll onto her side but his hand kept her right where she was. “It’s just…Have I ever told you that you’re cute when you’re all worried?”

The frown that accentuated the deep furrow of his brow didn’t help his cause but then he broke with a snort. He brushed her hair back from her sweaty face and chucked her under the chin.

“You’re ridiculous.”

—

She had lost count of how many powerbombs there were and then there was the one through the table that made her gut twist up something nasty. If MJF so much as crossed her path, she would charge a hole right through Wardlow to get to him. Although she had a feeling that the big man would step aside and let whatever happened happen.

She limped behind Punk as they carried him to the doc’s room. A mirror image of the way he had sat by her, hand curled around the edge of the table as the doc did his thing. An uncharacteristic silence settled over her as she watched him, Punk’s eyes shut and squinted with every poke and prod.

“He’ll be fine,” Sampson assured her. “Just need to take it easy for a week or so. I mean it.”

He looked between the both of them pointedly and well, she couldn’t argue it. More often than not, one or both of them were taking up space in the medical office.

“Sounds good, doc. We’ll be good, promise.”

She shot the doc a wink and then her face fell into worry as she eyed Punk again. The man groaned and tried to push himself up but then he looked at her and it was his turn to laugh.

“What? You’re really laughing after being powerbombed into oblivion almost? Do you want me to pick up an Infinity Gauntlet while I’m at the store?”

Her arms folded across her chest like a petulant child and he shook his head at her, a pleased smile on his face. Realization crossed her face and she sat up, brows lifted.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare say it. I’ll powerbomb you myself if you do it, I swear to God.”

“What? That you’re cute when you’re all worried?”

She groaned and dragged a hand down her face. Before she could drop it to her lap, he reached and took a hold of it. One of their quiet, rare moments of affection.

“Thanks for being here,” he said. “Really.”

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss his temple.

“Of course. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Hmm?”

“Yes or no on the Infinity Gauntlet?”

He laughed, then groaned with immediate regret. She laughed then clutched her own bruised ribs. He shook his head then squeezed her hand.

“We’re a mess, doll.”

“Just a little bit.”

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