#ambrose construction

[francysbelle]

Uncovered Deck

Inspiration for a large, open-air contemporary backyard deck renovation

#curtain wall #backyard #ambrose construction #steel railings #window wall #contemporary #cool deck

[fyeahhyolyn]

Library Living Room in Seattle

#Inspiration for a large contemporary open concept dark wood floor living room library remodel with white walls new construction #michael dickter #ambrose construction #modern #contemporary

[roughridingrednecks]

Ambrose

#ambrose #pecs #saggin' #smoker #redneck #construction worker #cap #tats #cigarette

[slasherhaven]

What do you think the slashers would get up to in a more normal world where they just got therapy and DIDN'T kill anyone? Like I think Brahms would've become a composer tbh, I headcanon he writes his own music? And Tommy'd probably still just work in the slaughterhouse or, if the slaughterhouse still closed down, as a farmhand??

What if the Slashers never became Slashers?

Thomas Hewitt

If the slaughterhouse never shut down, Thomas would definitely still be working there. It's the only real job available for people in that town, for many it will be their first and last job.

However, if the slaughterhouse still closed down and Charlie didn't instantly jump to cannibalism, Thomas would be eager to get back to work.

I see him working physical labour. Thomas knows that his strengths are, well...he's strength.

I could see him working as a farmhand or in construction of some sort.

Plus, it would really work on his confidence. Having a job where his natural size and strength were something to be proud of, that helps him and makes him effective.

Hopefully he'll get some nicer co-workers...I just want him to be happy.

Michael Myers

Michael is in therapy his whole childhood. His family spot the early signs that cause concern and get him help.

He's still pretty quiet, not super social, but not mute or irresponsive.

I remember reading a post ages ago about Michael receiving effective therapy and receiving consistent support from his family and I wanted to link it here but I couldn't find it again, I feel like that said everything I want to say 😂

Anyway, maybe he still spends some time in Smith's Grove but gets released back into he parent's care.

He develops a really good relationship with Laurie. She grows up visiting him and becomes an encouraging factor in his therapy.

In this universe, I suppose Michael would be a 'functioning psychopath' if that's what you want to call it. He'd still have a personality disorder but he has developed coping mechanisms to help him in life.

It's difficult to say what he might go on to do career wise but I think for Michael it's more important and interesting to think about his interpersonal relationships.

Jason Voorhees

Camp counsellor Jason!

Now, I can see this going two ways.

Firstly, lets say Jason loved camp. He made at least one friend, got to a bunch of fun activities, summer camp was the best time of year for him even if it wasn't perfect.

In this case, Jason would go back to work there so he could give other shy and bullied kids the same experience.

Alternatively, everything went the same expect Jason didn't drown. He was still thrown into the lake, the kids still laughed, the counsellors still weren't around, but he somehow survived.

He would have still hated camp but that would be what motivates him to go and work there.

He wanted it to be better for other kids, to make sure that if another poor child got tossed into the lake, there would be a counsellor around to protect/save them. He would be there for them.

Brahms Heelshire

As much as I love the idea of Brahms becoming a composer, I have to admit that I have less faith in him.

Assuming that his parents still spoiled him beyond belief and let him get away with shit, just no fires or death or anything, Brahms would be a little shit his whole life.

He'd become a rich fuckboi.

He'll have gone to some private school.

He'd have every opportunity to become a composer, so it's absolutely possible, I just imagine he would go through a 'rebellious' phase.

He's smart and I'd imagine he'd get pretty good grades, it will just take him some time to calm down and actually get his mind set on a career.

He's going to be living off of his family's money for a while.

But maybe he ends up being a composer and becomes his best self...

Bo Sinclair

I can see a few options for Bo.

I think he would still be a bit of a wild card in his teenage and young adult years but in the end I think his brothers are still important to him and he would want to stay close.

He might help Vincent run Ambrose a little.

If he does have a genuine passion or talent when it comes to cars, he might become a legit mechanic. I imagine he likes the process of fixing up cars, it gives him something to focus on.

I could also see him owning his own bar, somewhere near Ambrose, he and Vincent sending business each other's way.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent stays at the wax museum.

He continues his mother's legacy and brings a whole new life to the infamous House of Wax. He modernises the museum while still paying tribute to his mother.

And he does a good job, managing to bring a whole new life to Ambrose again. The tourist just keep coming to visit the House of Wax.

Maybe he even sticks to the Town of Wax idea and fills the abandoned town with wax figures but in a less murdery way.

That would serve to bring more tourists in.

I like the idea that he also sells some of his artwork, kind of like a side hustle.

His main focus is the House of Wax but he occasionally sells his other creations.

Lester Sinclair

Sure, Lester might just stick with his roadkill clean up gig but I think he is likely to remain close to his brothers either way.

I kind of like the idea of Bo being a mechanic and Lester working with him, likely his only employee but Bo can be a bit of a control freak.

Lester is a simple guy and finds joy in the smalls things.

Whatever job he has, he's likely happy with it.

He lives for time at home with Jonesy or dinners with his brothers.

And he's always more than happy to help Vincent out around Ambrose.

Bubba Sawyer

He would love to just work on his family's farm. Family is important to Bubba and I think he would love farm work.

He wouldn't mind working out in the sun, planting and tending to crops.

He doesn't mind the heavy lifting and manual labour.

However, he would love working with the animals.

He would work so well with them and they would love him.

Just imagine Bubba cuddling a little baby cow!!!

Billy Lenz

Hmmm Billy's is kinda difficult.

We don't get to know much about him but I headcanon that he's a big fan of movies and tv.

Maybe he had a part time job in a movie theatre as a teenager, just feeding his love for media.

Anyway, he goes through a shit ton of therapy. And it's effective in this case.

Maybe after leaving the institution he received his care in, he'd go back to school.

Hopefully he will find a passion for something there, starting to develop a more clear plan for his future.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

I mean, I think I've made my stance on this pretty clear.

Professor Emory.

He teaches entomology, of course.

The students either love him or hate him. He's very strict but if you perform well in his class, he'll take that into consideration.

In his time off, he's a pretty secluded person, preferring his own company.

He sticks with his usual hobbies, just with bugs instead of people.

His home is covered in preserved specimens, it's a genuine hobby that hasn't been twisted horrifically.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse likes power and he likes money.

So, with the less psychopathic, sadistic, murderous desires, he's going to be a CEO of some successful business.

It's difficult to picture Jesse in anything but that black suit of his.

However, in that one flashback we get in the second film, it seems that his father was a mortician.

So if certain fetishes hadn't formed, maybe he would take over his father's business, owning his own mortuary.

Otis Driftwood

I think in a world were Otis wasn't already obsessed with death and torture, meeting the Fireflies would have been great for him.

They're an eccentric bunch but they'd love him unconditionally.

Otis doesn't want to do anything big with his life, especially not with his career. He still wants to focus mostly on having fun, so he gets small job to make some money.

Probably working with Spaulding at the gas station or in some dive bar.

That being said, I don't see a world where Otis is a model citizen.

He might not be a murder in this universe but he has a history of violence, stupid bar fights and the like. He's also a bit of a petty thief.

If some drunk leaves his wallet on the bar...he can't not take it.

Baby Firefly

The last thing Baby wants to do it work. She just wants to focus as much time as she can on having fun.

Plus, she can't stay focused on one thing long enough to hold down a job with a real boss.

She knows how to get things for free, how to get other people to pay for things, how to get her family to give her what she needs.

It's in her name! She's the baby of the family, they'd do anything for her.

Her and Otis have mastered the art of petty theft.

The two of them can be quite the con artists when they put their mind to it.

However, I can see her doing the hair, makeup, and nails of local women in the area for some pocket money.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

[sauriansolutions]

I have many stupid Floyd headcanons/scenarios, but this is my current, unbelievably stupid favorite.

The tweels are both big eaters, right? However, Jade seems to somehow always eat more. Are their appetites different? Or, maybe Jade is more focused while eating?

In truth, Floyd never manages to eat as much as his brother--in fact, he probably barely ever manages to finish his meals--because he's too busy playing with his food.

Imagine the octotrio in the cafeteria.

Azul is trying to very slowly chew and *savor* every bite of... whatever gross health food he's currently pretending to enjoy.

Jade is smiling serenely while industrially plowing his way through his seventh or eighth serving of spaghetti with mushroom sauce, a stack of empty bowls piling up in front of him.

Floyd? Floyd just can't eat normally. Floyd has to balance ever single French fry on his nose before he eats it. Floyd has to use his fork as a slingshot to launch individual meatballs in the air, and attempt to catch them in his mouth, (missing about 1/3rd of the time, to the annoyance of his fellow diners).

Floyd needs to construct an accurate diorama of the Night Raven College campus out of hamburg steak and mashed potatoes on his lunch tray before eating. With broccoli and asparagus for trees, alfalfa sprouts for grass, and savory broth for the rivers and ocean.

The bell has long since rung at this point. The cafeteria is basically empty at this point. Azul and Jade know, by now, the futility of interrupting Floyd's artistic vision.

It's just Floyd, putting the finishing touches on the NRC castle, made out of breadsticks. Epel is also there helping carve carrot sticks into the likeness of the Main Street statues. Cater is livestreaming this to magicam for posterity, and Sebek is in the background with one trembling hand pointing a finger, his mouth hanging open in awe, as he watches this all unfold.

Eventually, Crowley barges in, attempting to get mad about these shenanigans. But then he ends up crying over his precious students' display of creativity and school spirit. Crowley ends up trying to build a little wall around the diorama to preserve it until RSA visits for some inter-school function next week, so he can rub Ambrose's nose in it (maybe literally?)

The ghost chefs beg him not to, claiming this is an absolute violation of the Sages Island health code, to no avail.

Meanwhile Floyd shows up 45 minutes late for class, seeming very happy. Asking in a whisper, does Shrimpy have any tasty snacks they feel like sharing today?

Yuu (a gremlin): Uhh sure! I have these dinosaur nuggets I shoved in my pocket yesterday!

Floyd: Shrimpy. What in Twisted Wonderland are dinosaur nuggets?

Trein's class ends up getting hijacked as Yuu excitedly explains Earth prehistory, and Floyd convinces everybody to shove all the desks together and build an epic Triassic diorama out of stale dinosaur nuggets and random school supplies.

#floyd leech #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #dinosaur nuggets #yuu is an enabler #nrc is a silly place #3 hours later sebek is still standing in the same position in the cafeteria #we broke him

[oldestenemy]

“Graduation.” The wizard repeats the word blankly, staring at Headmaster Ambrose like he’s grown a second head. Honestly it would be less surprising if he had grown a second head.

“Yes, the faculty is all in agreement, you have more than surpassed the requi—”

“—Our graduation.” The wizard cuts over him, and now the effect is reversed, Merle Ambrose looks confused.

“I must ask that you hurry along to the cabinet of wonders,” He starts, as though they have not spoken at all. “Mr. Lincoln is waiting to prepare you for—”

“—No.” They cross their arms. They plant their feet. They stare their headmaster down with eyes that saw the fall of Azteca, the deaths of Malistaire and Morganthe. Warm brown flashing gold in a marriage of Myth and Astral magics. “It’s our graduation, right? Mine and all the other older students—all the others who have been here longer than I have.”

“Ah, I am afraid you misunderstand, their studies are—”

“—Are what, incomplete? What part of the requirements for graduation does not attending multiple years worth of classes fall under? Or is it that you only hand out diplomas to loyal war dogs?” The words tumble out before the wizard can stop them. And honestly? They cannot bring themself to regret it.

Silence.

Heavy and tense.

“I understand your nerves have been running high due to the ongoing disappearance of Mr. Grimwater,” Merle Ambrose sounds no different than he had before they spoke. He does not flinch. They wonder somewhere if he has trained the reactions out of himself. If he is concerned about pushing a student to anger, especially one like the wizard. Afraid of making another monster. He’s never reacted to their outbursts. Not the catatonia after Dragonspyre. Not the screaming after Azteca. Not the carefully constructed barbs they had flung at him after their final day on Khrysalis. “I shall consult with the rest of the faculty on the status of your classmates, and see what can be done.”

“I can do it.” They offer, perhaps too quickly. It’s habit. It’s safety. Send me on a quest. Get me out of this room. What can I do. How can I help. “I’m sorry.” The words are bitter and dark on their tongue. They don’t let it show.

“Very well. Consult with the other professors, and have them gather before Bartleby—I will meet them there.”

“Yes, sir.”

And they do.

One by one they make the rounds.

Dworgyn first as he’s furthest away.

Then working from Moolinda to the Elementals and eventually to Cyrus.

Everyone thus far has been in agreement.

Though they can still hear the curl of I would not expect you to advocate for Mr. Stormgate.

The wizard shakes their head, half a smile forming in spite of the barely contained fount of irritation still bubbling under the surface. The idea of graduating alone, of being even further removed from their peers-who-really-weren’t. No. No they wouldn’t go through with that.

When finally they make it back to Ambrose’s office, he is already gone.

But the office itself is packed.

“Wizard!” Penny, beaming and bright. “Have you heard the news? It seems it only just got passed around—”

“—Graduation.” They reply, happy for the fact that they do not have to be the one to break this. That nobody will have to know it was not supposed to be this way. “Through the wardrobe—cabinet—whatever.” They point to the Cabinet of Wonders in the corner, and watch as the Ravenwood upperclassmen—the Dragonspyre Academy Restoration Team—file their way through the doors.

“When you weren’t here, I was worried you’d been called away to some new problem.” Malorn says, watching with them as the others file through. “I wouldn’t put it past Headmaster Ambrose to think saving the world is more important than a silly little ceremony.”

“If that were the case, I might actually agree with him on something.”

“It’s weird,” It’s quiet, those words. “I’ve been teaching other students for—oh gods, how long has it even been now—years? I don’t know what my responsibilities are going to look like after—or—”

“—Malorn.” The wizard’s expression softens, “Breathe. I imagine you can discuss all that with Ambrose afterwards—or hey, don’t discuss it, go back to the Dragonspyre Academy and start planning a curriculum there.” It’s mostly a joke, maybe only half a joke with some of the talk the others have kept up lately. “If you really want to keep teaching.”

“Oh—Spiral no—I don’t think I could go straight into teaching anyone anything beyond—well—I dunno, Wraith I suppose now. I like teaching the younger kids, I like how excited they are to learn.” He pauses, looking back at the cabinet. “It’s not just that though, I don’t ever remember seeing a graduation happen here. I’ve lived in Wizard City my whole life—most of us have aside from Penny and Nolan—it’s just—weird.”

“First time for everything.” Is time the same in the Spiral? Has their body or their counterpart or whatever it is they can slip back into on the empty leeched out Earth graduated? Are they in college? Do they have a job?

Those thoughts make the wizard’s head ache, trying to think about Earth nowadays usually does.

“Yeah. Yeah…” Malorn says finally, giving them one last smile before stepping through.

And the wizard is alone in the Headmaster’s office.

Heart pounding for no good reason.

Who are you who are you who are you who are you.

It doesn’t matter.

Time is moving.

So are they.

~*~

The grounds of Ravenwood are bursting with guests and decoration. A small stage has been set up just before Bartleby, and one by one, by school, the students are called up.

Among the crowd of students there are hushed whispers.

Is that the Emperor of Mooshu?

What is the Headmistress from Pigswick doing here?

What’s with the bird?

The wizard genuinely tunes out a little, watches with ears ringing as their classmates walk across that little stage. Watches the Death students cross together, the void where Duncan should be heavy in the air. Like a poison. Like a fog.

They shake their head, look back into the crowd, faces from everywhere and nowhere. Zenzen catches their eye and if each of them looks away in the same moment? It is only because if they spend too long thinking about the other, the wall constructed against the grief of Azteca will crumble for them both.

They scan further, envoys from Celestia, Avalon, Zafaria—

—somewhere there is a little spark of hurt and worry for the absence of their comrades in arms on Khrysalis. But there is still so much to be done there in the name of keeping peace. Better Dyvim and Zaltanna stay where they are.

There is a set of eyes that amuses them in the fraught emotions of the rest.

Cuffed to not one but two—very disgruntled looking officers is Professor James Meowiarty.

Oh they would’ve loved to have been present for the conversation that happened at Scotland Yard to allow that.

Very suddenly they are the only one left.

It startles them, movements almost a stumble as they mount the steps up to the little stage.

Ambrose is talking, their ears are ringing again. Heroic spirit, shrewd mind, noble virtue—

They can barely hear him.

Even for you.

Even for you.

“My, my.” Professor Drake’s words break the sound of his brother’s reverberating in the Wizard’s skull. “Look at you, look how far you have come in all this time. You know well that I doubted the spark Headmaster Ambrose saw in you upon your arrival. That I did my best to dissuade you through hardship, impossibility, and playing to what I perceived as a lack of drive. I have never been more delighted to be proven wrong.”

Oh.

Oh.

They are going to cry when this is done.

They’re not going to do it here. In front of so many people. But alone, somewhere safe, this is going to hang in their chest while they heave.

“What you have done for Ravenwood, for the Spiral, and beyond that—for my family, cannot be overstated.” Cyrus Drake is smiling, it is barely there, it could be mistaken for neutrality or perhaps a smirk if they did not know those expressions so well. “You are a remarkable wizard, and one I am tremendously proud of. Keep your mind open to all the wonders that Myth has to offer, and you will never lack new avenues of discovery.”

They want to hold onto those words forever. Not yet acknowledging the other meaning within just saying them, that from this moment there is no longer the thread of Professor and Student tying them to Cyrus Drake. And that almost aches in its own way. A loss of something familiar.

The wizard hasn’t looked away from him by the time Ambrose is talking again. It’s so hard to hear anything. Ears ringing, wind blowing cold and frigid—

Wind blowing?

Had it been windy?

They raise a hand to hold the graduation cap to their head—

And that is when things all come crashing down.

Of course.

Again.

Read the whole series here <3

#wizard101 fanfic #wizard101 #wizard101 fic #wizard101 fandom #wiz101 #wizard101 fanfiction #w101 #scion series is going great why do you ask #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #i have a writeblr for this but shh

[preservationofnormalcy]

So uh I think I accidentally made a voodoo doll of myself and gave it to my little brother as a gift. I've been getting pretty into crochet, and I was making my little brother a doll for his birthday, and accidentally pricked my finger as I was embroidering the doll. I didn't notice anything strange until I gave the doll away to my brother and he started playing with it. Pretty roughly, I might add. He likes to run his toy trucks over the doll. How can I sever my connection to the doll? Just stealing the doll from him feels rude

Real quick: you didn't make a voudou doll. Voudou what's called a "closed" practice that, as far as I'm aware, doesn't have sympathetic magic. You've created a "poppet", which is a catch-all term for a "sympathetic magical construct" as Ambrose calls them.

You might need to go to a witch over this. This isn't typically something you'd easily be able to untangle yourself. You could try placing the doll in a salt circle for three days. Hopefully he'd understand if you wanted to "fix" it!

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #advice #witches #ooc: making a quick ooc note in a moment for clarity on this topic

[bossymarmalade]

- S. Ross Browne, “The Surrender of Lee (Reverse Mandala)” (2021)

Black-owned construction company Team Henry Enterprises dismantled and removed the last public Confederate statue on display in Richmond, Virginia, the city that served as the capital of the Confederacy during the U.S. Civil War.

The memorial to Ambrose Powell Hill, a Confederate general killed in battle days before the war ended in April 1865, was taken down as a small crowd of onlookers cheered.

The statue will eventually go to the Black History Museum & Cultural Center of Virginia.  Hill’s remains, which had been reinterred at the base of the monument, were released to distant descendants.

[ x ]

#chromatic voice #we all make art #s ross browne #black lives matter #massa day done #usermarmalade

[esotheria-sims]

Having worked at the castle for years, Ambrose was no stranger to preparing lavish dinners for the royals and their guests. Lately, he could proudly admit that he was getting pretty good at it, too. The improvement in his culinary skills was evident not only through the quality of the dishes themselves, but also in the way his employers reacted to them!

And the best part? Anything he cooked for the royals, he could also have for himself!

Gabriel, who had come to inform the royals of the progress he'd made at Sim City Council regarding the construction of the new Wyvern's Bay railway line, was now headed home with a full belly. Between the impromptu art show, the elves' positive response to his report, and the delectable food that was served at the dinner table, his visit had turned out to be a very good one indeed.

#sims 2 #ts2 #sims #gameplay #bacc #wyverns bay #wb gameplay #moonfeather #moonfeather week 3 #aruena moonfeather #feanor moonfeather #ambrose gui #gabriel blackbird #mine

[fanartdoodledumpster]

Ok so I was able to do like 3 of the prompts—I’m probably not going to finish the rest until tomorrow so that’s rough.

BUT ANYWAYS

Top Left is Monday prompt (Saints or Ghosts) and I said lmao why not both but make it angsty—specifically ran Where Can I Run (reprise) in my head over and over again too think of this one. I always thought the eye imagery thought the musical was sick so like why not make it the ghosts and saints. It was super fun messing with brushes for the Quincy’s wing tho—Vincent calling Quincy angel lives in my head rent free :’)

Top Right is Thursday prompt (Self-made or socially constructed) and I chose Ambrose bc it was between him and Beatrix and I already had Beatrix for another piece and besides I wanted to draw the golden boy mwahahaha. Anyway, the scene where Vincent describes how Ambrose makes art with perfect precision and how Vincent makes art in a more messy way also lives in my head rent free and I thought it would be cool if I didn’t make something super concise with my lineart, with a painted vibe for color, and only gold (bc golden boy)—oh and then the blood showed up and honestly it all just checks out.

Bottom is Sunday prompt (pre-freshman year or post graduation) and how could I not do post grad when the Other Side of failure lives in my head rent free :’) I’m not really happy with it that much—I’ll probably finish it later but I do like the textures/colors that I pulled and am super happy with the overall design.

Hopefully I’ll get the Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday prompts up before the end of fan week but idk if I have the time to do the Wednesday one lmao—but even if its late Imma still post it bc I already have drafts of them all done and I need to draw more Beatrix bc they’re just so neat teehee

#adamandi #adamandifanweek #musicals #artwork #art #fanart #digital art #digital illustration

[storyteller-aprendiz]

Self-made vz Socially constructed, or Beatrix and Ambrose.

What!? Beatrix and Ambrose have parallels? Yeah.

So what gets to me the most about this two is their ability to know and play what the administration wants from them (to a certain extent).

Ambrose performs his role of golden boy "need the paragon it needs you to be" whereareas Beatrix sort of transforms herself into a role " so i change my name and bought my clasmates rings".

What is interesting though, for me is that Ambrose's role is already there for him, instead of Beatrix who has to carved a place for themself. Which directly ties with the levels of privilege they have under the institution.

Ambrose is already expected, and Beatrix was never. In other words Ambrose identity as a student is already cobstructed by society, wherareas Beatrix has to go out of their way to make a name for herself.

Which is also part of Ambrose's tragedy, he was never able to be "the marble and the sculptor" for he chose to go with an idea of masculinity and succes Adress had for him. Beatrix, however, was going to be box into the "quiet girl" but she was like fuck you, im going to make something great, something loud.

But! Beatrix is also at fault of falling for what Adress wants from here, to be a Ghost Writer, not visible. "Be patient and wait, they have to give in once you do something great". However, unlike Ambrose, their story is not a tragedy so they are able to break free from Adress' idea of them, from their idea of their own and start something under their own terms.

Why I chose this promt for this 2 characters is because they are both the biggest liars and performers in the show- Vincent, Quincy, Portia they cant but be themselves and Ambrose and Beatrix struggle to be such, because even though Beatrix constructed a role instead of being given one, it is still a role. They are still molding their personality into what would be better in the long run.

In the end both Ambrose and Beatrix struggle to be the sculptor of themselves, between what society tells them they should be and what they want to be. And when in one hand Ambrose fails, in the other Beatrix succes.

#adamandi #adamandi fan week #adamandi musical #beatrix campbell #ambrose bassford

[curiousb]

The Crawford Family Album: Volume XXIV

So many of my 3rd generation are growing up all at once!

Recently, Cecilia had a birthday - what a beauty!

~ Scorpio 7 / 3 / 10 / 7 / 3

~ Adventurous / Sailor / Loves the Outdoors / Charismatic

~ OTH: Nature

~ Favourite Colour(s): Blue / Yellow

~ Aspiration: Knowledge / Family

~Turn-ons / -off: +Adventurous / +Outdoorsy / -Black Hair

And of course, so did her twin brother Jonathan. He's a good-looking lad too!

~ Scorpio 7 / 6 / 8 / 3 / 3

~ Dog Person / Equestrian / Genius / Vehicle Enthusiast

~ OTH: Cuisine

~ Favourite Colour(s): Blue

~ Aspiration: Family / Pleasure

~Turn-ons / -off: +Foodie / +Tidy / -Occult

Surprisingly perhaps, Ambrose - who never took life very seriously before - has really taken to his role as a step-dad. Helping with homework...

...sharing confidences...

...and utilising his culinary skills to cook nutritious meals for the kids and their friends.

He is very much a part of the family now.

Even if Cassandra still can't resist a bit of harmless flirting with other men, when the opportunity arises.

Perhaps inspired by Ambrose's love of cooking, Jonathan is taking his first tentative steps in the kitchen - it might only be a sandwich, but it's a very well-constructed sandwich!

Youngest child Matthew is finding his feet at a new school, and getting to know classmate Felix.

As he also turns 13, Felix seems most impressed with his friend's transformation!

~ Sagittarius 3 / 10 / 10 / 8 / 3

~ Dog Person / Anxious / Coward / Schmoozer

~ OTH: Nature

~ Favourite Colour(s): Pink

~ Aspiration: Family / Popularity

~Turn-ons / -off: +Animal Lover / +Outdoorsy / -Reserved

#sims 2 #merybury #gameplay #cassandra crawford #ambrose elton #cecilia crawford #jonathan crawford #matthew crawford #felix tilney #crawford family

[notfoundfootage]

Constructive criticism +18

Vincent Sinclair x Platonic!Reader

DO NOT REPOST/PLAGIARIZE

A/N: description of human anatomy and corpses, mentions of murder and violence, use of illicit substances, kidnapping, torture and nudity, description of mortuary rites. Not proofread, written in a state of mildly drunk.

The chair you were bound to was made of leather, making you squirm and feel your sweat sticking to the material. You were dizzy and your ears could only catch a distinctive opera playing in the yellowish beige room.

The strong smell of wax was intoxicating, but you doubt that this is what was making you sluggish and weak. You tried to look around, but every time you turned your head, everything spun around.

You partly knew what was going on, as you and your friends discovered the truth of Ambrose. An entire town filled with murdered humans bound in wax figures posing in many possible ways. Your fate was sealed by now. You were stripped bare, the wounds in your body sewn shut by a tall masked man you assumed it was Vincent.

He was tinkering with soft wax, shaping it into his hands and playing with it. A thought came into your mind and you begun to mindlessly think out loud.

"You know..." Your voice was raspy, your throat dehydrated "these figures you made, they won't last long"

He ignored you, brushing it of. Maybe a lot of people talked by this moment, desperate for a last chance to be free. You were desperate too, but hope was lost, you were doped and too weak to do anything, it was a matter of time, so you talked.

"I saw how thin the layer of wax is around the bodies" you rasped, and he stopped to fidget with the wax "And by the amount of liquid and color of the remains inside, none of the corpses were put through any preservation process"

He kept quiet, not looking at you. But he was listening.

"I'm amazed actually" you threw your head back with a laugh "that in this damn heat you managed to keep the liquids and the gas contained, yet there's no mechanism to drain it all. The oldest figures will pop anytime like a dead whale, if they hadn't popped yet"

The creak of the wooden chair turning caught your attention and you looked ahead of you. Vincent was looking at you intensively, his sharp eye deep in yours, his head tilting to one side with a questioning stare.

"You know, ancient Egyptians had the most fascinating mortuary rites" your groggy smile couldn't be contained "fascinating, truly fascinating"

Vincent came closer to you, very soft hands covering your, as if he was telling you to keep talking. Staring at his mask, you felt your throat hurt, and a fit of cough just started, keeping you from talking to him.

He wasn't satisfied with that, so he hurried upstairs for a moment, leaving you alone in the basement. You could hear him walking upstairs in a hurry, opening and closing doors as fast as he could.

The masked man came back inside with a jug of water and a ceramic cup decorated with phallic figures you barely could distinct as red and white mushrooms. He poured water and helped you drink it all, and softly wiped your mouth with his sleeve when you finished.

He put the objects in the ground by his feat and held your hand again, as if saying "keep talking"

You stared at him again "I can't believe you're about to murder me and I'm talking about my childhood obsession"

He had no reaction to that, but you could see his eye twitch upwards a bit in a smiley way, you hoped. You couldn't distinct it from that or a glaring squint by this point. Everything was blurry and you felt slightly drunk in everything.

"They removed the inside organs from the dead body and stored it on little jars, the brain was removed in a very very very nasty way" you said just like you would read a fairytale to a child "they fished it out of their noses, I can't remember if it came in a one piece or by bits, probably by bits"

He scooted even closer now. One of his hands was on his chin, and the other still holding yours, fingers toying with yours. You could smell laundry detergent in his clothes and something sweet underneath you couldn't decipher.

"Then they would wash the body and put it in a mixture of salt and something else, to dehydrate the flesh and make it last as long as centuries, millennia... It wasn't as pretty as a living person would be, but that wasn't the goal"

"What I'm saying is" you shuffled in the chair, very aware of his hand in yours and forgetting about your position "you should do it that way, then it would truly last. Well, last as long as these can in this horrible heat anyways" you said with a dry chuckle "can I have more water?"

He stared, paused for a bit and then poured another cup. But instead of putting the cup on your lips like the first time, he unbuckled the restrains in your right wrist, putting the cup in your wobbly hand.

The strength required for lifting the cup was absent, and it fell to the ground, but it didn't broke. He picked it up and poured more water, and put it in your hands again, helping you lift it up to your cracked lips. The cold beverage was delicious, and you gulped to the last drop. When you finished, Vincent put it down again and got up, hurriedly fetching something from the table.

He wrote something on a notebook, and held it up to you.

"Help me with that?"

#house of wax #Vincent Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #house of wax imagine

[hooman4ever]

hey honey, i saw your applications are open, i was wondering if you could write something about the slahsers (bo sinclair, asa emory) for an os who seems like a sweet girl but is actually a big liar and manipulator.

Thanks for your time, take care, hydrate and rest. Kisses❤

Tysm for the req and the hydrate reminder- god knows I need em.

Contains: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Self Gaslighting, Smitten Slashers, Gender Ambiguous Reader

Bo Sinclair

Bo was drawn in by your innocent charm like a fly to honey he was quickly glued to you. This worked out in your favor as you slowly began pulling his strings unsuspectingly getting this stubborn man to bend to your will.

For a good while, Bo will think nothing of it seeing everything you’ve coerced him to do as his idea. What will catch his attention is the lies you drop that slip past his lovestruck haze. 

Once Bo starts recognizing your carefully constructed web of lies your manipulative nature will also become apparent. Bo is less than pleased at this revelation but what can he do? You’ve already got a tight grip on the man's heartstrings so he couldn’t even hurt you if he wanted to. 

While Bo is disgruntled at your true personality coming to light, a part of him will admire your skills in coercion. It sure as hell makes his life easier with the tourists that wander into Ambrose. 

Bo was content as he lay in your lap your fingers brushing against his cheek. Sharp nails trailed down his face but he paid it no mind content to lay in your grasp. Gazing up at the sickly sweet smile embracing your lips. 

Asa Emory

He was smitten when it came to your innocent yet charming nature and he couldn’t help but obsess over you with his every waking moment until the mere sight of you had the man holding his breath in anticipation. 

You of course noticed this and used it to your advantage, I mean how could you not when he made it so easy? 

Asa will never come to terms with your manipulative side due to the fact that he thought it impossible that he could have fallen for your tactics so easily. I mean how could he, The Collector, be susceptible to any tricks? Especially when you were gazing at him with your oh so pure eyes. 

Asa will be completely consumed with you, pretending he has all the power in the relationship when he’s shackled to your will. 

Your habit of lying will be the only thing that would make Asa pause but he would quickly get over it deeming you as just making a mistake. Mans will be gaslighting himself like there's no tomorrow. 

“Asa,” your voice was honey-sweet as you spoke. His name sticking in the air and humming in his ears. He liked the way you said his name. Asa let you slip your arms around him. Pulling him close, until you had him completely smothered in your grasp. Asa stayed still as your fingers dug into his back almost painfully. “I missed you,” your eyes crinkled at the corners the smile plastered to your lips making Asa’s heart flutter like you knew it would.

#ASA EMORY #asa emory x reader #asa emory x female reader #asa emory x male reader #asa emory x #asa emory x y/n #the collector #the collector x reader #the collector x #the collector x male reader #the collector x female reader #slasher headcanons #slasher headcannon #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair x male reader #bo sinclair x #bo sinclair x female reader #gender ambiguous reader #headcanons

[wizzycore]

Why you should vote for each of them and full art below!

Khastunet "Cass Mask" Djeserit (species: half Krok, all mummy, @mudstoneabyss)

"Ok listen. He's a Krokotopian prince. he's got mommy issues. he dies but he's cursed so he's not *dead*. His tomb gets raided by some Marleybonians and his casket brought to Cool Ranch where they think if they start some kind of new showcase there they can make a quick buck. But oops! Mummy incident! He's back and real mad at these guys and don't worry he does deal with them, but afterwards hes still kind of just in this new place now but rather than be upset about it he goes. well when in Rome. and becomes a cowboy. So he's an undead cowboy prince who hates the British and idk that's pretty cool. He's even transgender"

Wood/Woodie/Woodrow (species: construct, by @aberrantparadox, art by @kurofae)

"Woodrow isn't a human, and Woodie isn't a person, though they do like to roleplay as one. Are they cool? What are they? They aren't even sure. Woodie, Woodrow.... they're not even the being's names, simply names extrapolated from the common answer they give to the question of they are ("....uhm....I'm wood"). They're human shaped but not human looking, with a human heart but not human emotions, they're a machine in a literal sense but also a metaphorical one as they do do their duty as told, but they're also doing it of their free will - theyre certainly a thinking person but they aren't. It would be wrong though to say they're looking for real personhood, though, or to be utterly rid of personhood also - they're searching for something beyond that, and beyond the spiral too, they think. Something like the jungle of stardust they always see in their "dreams".

There's the factual part - as in, they're a wood mannequin made by Merle Ambrose to fight off Malistaire and other threats. Well, they're actually just plucked from Golem Tower and altered. Their concept was brought up before Malistaire went rogue, and then abandoned. Woodie is the golem, and the magic possessing it, and the heart of the fallen champion of Bartleby, and the heads. He is also none of these at any given time. It isn't his heart - it lives in their chest cavity with all their gears, things that belong to them, indubitably, and is theirs, as much as their heads are or aren't.

Their heads - each professor made a different swappable head distinctly tuned to their school of magic, so that their new champion could perfectly and easily master all the schools. They're necessary to channel the magic inherent in other tools, for someone/thing who otherwise has no magic within them. Each head feels different to use for Woodrow, gives different consequences and a different mindset, but the spirit doesn't become different beings, unless you define a being by its personality and magical energy - a common definition. Woodrow leaves it open. They can see out of any of the heads, or all at the same time, having 7-fold (and eventually 9-fold) vision. They don't need any attached to their body to move, think, or function, but they do need them to cast spells, and when in the field its better to keep at least one head attached just in case. Their weird sight also lets them see stranger things, like invisible beings, currents of magic, and other phenomena. They can't gape at any of that though, because they don't have a face, and they wouldnt anyway, because they came into the world that way and none of this is surprising. But it is a bit lonely.

Feelings are difficult when youre made of wood and don't have human sensations. Most emotions Woodie experiences are muted and overlaid with boredom or a sort of diffuse nothingness. But occasionally they do feel something properly, and that is the most vast thing in the world to them. They deeply care about other beings and will readily use violence to keep the majority safe. They're unsympathetic to those who hurt others out of hurt, but aren't cruel. Every being, secure in their self, breathing with lungs and gills and magic, even the evil ones, are a wonder to Woodrow, and like the person who once had his-but-not-his heart, protecting those beings in their perfect imperfection - just to look at them - just to look at them, it's everything, just to look at them...."

#w101 #nonhuman showdown #no bias but personally one of the harder matchups in the first round if u ask me

[sinclair-wax-fan]

I’ve talked before about how—to give a somewhat grounded in reality explanation of how three brother can power a whole town—I imagine Ambrose as having been built as an unincorporated company town maintained by the sugar mill company

And they provided their own electricity via a mini hydro electric plant

(This actually has some basis in reality, with companies building their own source of power to cut down on cost. You can look at the “small hydro” page on wiki.)

Anyway, I’ve spent like two hours reading up on possible set ups for the plant—and it looks like a “run of the river” design coupled with a Crossflow turbine (aka Ossberger turbine) would be ideal for the job

From the crossflow turbine wiki: “…the cross-flow turbine is well suited to unattended electricity production. Its simple construction makes it easier to maintain than other turbine types….The mechanical system is simple, so repairs can be preformed by local mechanics…Another advantage is that it can often clean itself.”

#I did not need to put this much thought into this headcanon #idk why I’m so hung up on the details #this movie has a house made of wax in fucking Louisiana #reality need not apply #(catch me theorizing about the cooling system hidden in the wax walls tho) #(it’s always cold in the wax basement because of the cooling system #that’s why Vincent has all those layers)