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kiss-theggoat · 9 months

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could you please please please do a part 3 for ‘think i’ll keep you’ with bo? maybe the reader gets in trouble making bo jealous talking to vincent or something and goes back to the basement ?

A/N: Sorry for the wait!! I decided to change it a little and have the reader talk w a visitor instead, I hope that’s okay. I hope you like this!! (Picture unrelated but wowowowow he’s hot)

Think I’ll Keep You Pt.3

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When a new group comes into town and you decide to flirt it up with one of the guys, Bo decides he needs to remind you who you belong to.

TW: Violence, Smut, Oral (M receiving), Spitting, Bo hits reader, Use of slut, whore, bitch, etc.

With a sigh, you flipped through the page of the same magazine you’d read four times today. Bo said he’d get you some books the next time he made it to a different town, but until then, you had a very limited amount of media to consume. Bored out of your mind, you decided to go pester Bo. You sauntered to the garage, seeing his legs stick out from under Lester’s truck.

You grabbed his boots, trying with the shoelaces. Music played in the background, not really loud enough to keep him from hearing your entrance, but he still didn’t react to you coming in. “Bo.” You said softly. No response. You slid your hands beneath the fabric of his coveralls, touching his calves with whisper-soft finger tips. “Bo…” you said again, twisting some of his leg hair.

He hissed in pain, yanking his leg away from you. “Hell do ya want?!” He yelled, frustration very clear in his voice.

“I’m bored.” You tugged at his coveralls again.

He slid out from beneath the truck, looking at you with an annoyed expression. “And what do you want me to do about it, darlin’?”

You shrugged, smiling at him, hands running up his calves and to the inside of his knees. “I dunno…” you said softly, but he knew exactly what you were up to.

“Believe me, honey, I’d love to give ya what you want. But Lester saw some kids near Ambrose this mornin’ and I gotta get the truck up an’ runnin’ again before they get into town.”

You perked up at the idea of another group coming to Ambrose. This would be your second time dealing with outsiders, and you’d already been in Ambrose about three months. You guessed that Bo didn’t have to deal with them too often, but it was exciting. A change of pace. You nodded quickly. “I’ll go tidy up the station!”

Bo smiled a little bit. You’d slowly started to develop a slight southern drawl, which he thought was cute, but he’d never say it out loud.

Not even twenty minutes later, whilst you had taken your place back at the counter, rereading the same magazine again, Bo leaning against the counter to wipe his hands, you heard the bell above the door jingle, making you turn. You saw a group of four guys and two girls. A bigger group than usual, which honestly did make you pretty nervous. You knew that Bo could handle his own, and he had the help of his brothers, but the thought of him getting hurt was not one that you welcomed.

You listened carefully as Bo went through his usual spiel. ‘No fan belt, come back to the house’ yada yada yada. You remembered back to months ago when it was you standing in front of the predator, not knowing that you’d be his prey. As you looked over, you saw one of the girls giving Bo that same look you’d given him months ago. The look of admiration, attraction. Lust. Even though she was on the arm of another man, she stared up at him, batting her stringy, mascara covered lashes.

A fire started in your belly. Bo was yours. Ambrose was your home now, and there was no way she was going to take him away from you. You worried that, if Bo chose her over you, he’d have no choice but to get rid of you. You hoped that you’d grown close enough that he would never do that, but with Bo, anything was possible.

“Just gimme a second to clean up and we’ll head down to the house.” Bo said, smiling at the group and turning around to grab another blue paper towel to clean more oil from his grimy hands.

The group began to scatter, looking around leisurely at everything in the station. The look on their faces gave away the fact that they did not like being in Ambrose, one of the girls wiping some dust off a shelf with her finger. You’d worked hard to clean up the buildings around town, make it seem more inviting, but there’s only so much you can do with a town that’s constantly getting caked in dust and baked in the sun.

You stared daggers at the girl who’d flirted with Bo, even though she was facing away from you, staring out the adjacent window. Her boyfriend, however, turned and made his way towards you. Jackpot.

You put on a smile and folded the magazine shut, giving him your full attention. “What can I do for ya folks?” You asked, exaggerating that developing drawl. You needed to fit in here as much as possible when a group was in town. He smiled and put his hands on the counter, “Well would you look at that? Finally something nice to look at here.”

Bold. “Thank you.” You said softly as you put your chin in your palm, staring up at him through your lashes. If she flirts with your man, it's only fair that you flirt with hers, right? “What brings y’all to town?”

“Just a regular road-trip. We decided to take a different route. Genius back there thought it’d be a shortcut, but now because of the car troubles…it’s gonna be an extra day.”

“That’s terrible!” You frowned, placing your hands on one of his, holding it in sympathy. “I’m sorry you’re havin’ trouble.”

Bo walked out, rag in hand. His eyes immediately shot to your hands, rage turning his face red and the muscles of his jaw pulsing as he clenched it. You stared back at him. For a second, you were terrified, but then, you were angry. When that girl flirted with him, he didn’t discourage her. You turned back to the man. “My boss Bo will take great care of y’all.”

If Bo was a cartoon, steam would’ve come out of his ears. His hat would’ve blown off. He would’ve turned as red as a tomato. Anger bubbled to his chest and it took everything in him to stop himself from getting over to you. He slapped a hand on the shoulder of the man whose hands you held tight, causing you both to jump a little. “Let’s head up to the house.” He said. As you inspected his face, you knew you were in for it. The man smiled at you and then walked away. When Bo knew you were out of his sight, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward. “Get your ass downstairs and don’t move. If I catch ya up here when I get back, you won’t leave the basement again. You hear me?” He hissed, lips pulled back in an angry snarl.

Your blood went cold. You nodded quickly, looking down. You heard his boots thud as he walked away, and as you walked to the basement, you could only hope that he’d take his anger out on the kids in town, and not you.

It’d been hours. You had chewed all your fingernails off, paced around the room probably a hundred times, hummed every song you could remember, and psyched yourself into almost having a panic attack. Your heart was pumping, and finally, you heard the door of the gas station open above you. You were sitting crisscrossed in the basement chair, curled up and imagining the worst.

The door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it as Bo stormed towards you. You jumped, backing up further into the chair, hoping it would absorb you completely. He was covered in blood, some of it his. His nose was bleeding, lip bloody, and a cut on his cheek. You couldn’t focus much on his injuries as you got one of your own, his hand tight enough around your arm to bruise you as he yanked you off the chair and onto the floor.

You knelt before him, feeling puny as he stared down at you with disgust. He tangled his hand in your hair, yanking your head closer to his crotch.

“You think you can be a little whore in public and get away with it?” His free hand went to the zipper of his bloody coveralls, quickly peeling them off to reveal a pretty sizable wound on his side, also leaking blood into his white undershirt. “Embarrassin’ me with that filthy mouth.”

The hand that was in your hair trailed down your face and to your lips, shoving his thumb between them. As you sucked his skin, you cringed at the taste of oil, dirt, and blood, the grimy copper sitting heavy on your tongue and teasing your gag reflex. Bo shoved his coveralls down his thighs, barely far enough to get to his underwear.

“A slut like you just talk to any guy she sees…maybe you deserve to stay down here.” He spat, the vein in the side of his neck bulging with anger. You had no idea that flirting with someone for a couple minutes would get you in this much trouble.

He slid his underwear down far enough for his cock to spring free, standing at attention directly in front of your face. You reached out and wrapped a hand around the base, but that earned you a harsh slap to the side of the head. Your ears rang, but not loud enough for you to miss what he said. “Did I fuckin’ say you could touch me, whore?”

You shook your head quickly, hands at your sides and tears welling in your eyes. He shoved his thumb into your mouth once more and pushed your jaw down, forcing your mouth open wide. “Hands on your thighs. You don’t move unless I say.”

You nodded quickly, not breaking eye contact, eager to please him. He wrapped both hands up in the hair at the back of your head, pulling you forward onto his cock. He stared down at you and watched as he disappeared into your mouth, but you weren’t enjoying this as he was. Your jaw already ached, lips stinging from the stretch and as he shoved himself down your throat, you gagged, throat constricting around him. He groaned at the feeling, and you knew you were in trouble.

There was no warning. He pulled your head back, and just when you thought he may give you a break, he started to thrust into your mouth, just as he usually would, hitting the back of your throat each time. Your hands gripped the fabric of your shorts for dear life as you gagged around him, struggling to take a complete breath without being cut off by his cock.

Tears flowed down your cheeks, face turning red and drool dripping down the bottom of your chin onto your chest. Bo was transfixed. He thought you’d never looked hotter, choking and gagging on him, face a mess and eyes looking up at him like they were pleading. He leaned his head back and moaned, hands clenching around your hair. You let out a whine at the pain, your scalp burning.

His cock slammed against the back of your throat, you scrunched your eyes shut in focus, trying hard to take deep breaths through your nose and try not to gag. The gagging hurt your throat and made your stomach turn, but it was unavoidable.

“Holy shit…” Bo groaned, “Maybe I should keep ya down here…tied up for when I want ya… sluts like you are better sucking dick than anything else…” he struggled to speak, voice breathy and interrupted by moans. You were relieved to hear that his moans were getting higher in pitch. You knew he was close.

Bo held onto your hair like a lifeline, and with a final thrust, he yanked your face as far down as it’d go, your nose squished against his stomach. He came down your throat with a moan, the feeling made you gag around him, struggling to breathe and swallow around him. Without thinking, you moved your hands to his thighs to brace yourself, tapping one quickly. You needed air desperately, feeling a little lightheaded. He slowly pulled you off of him, and you started to cough, drooling down your chin and chest, nose running and mixing with your tears. You panted and coughed on all fours, eyes closed and throat aching.

Bo grabbed your hair again, gentler this time, making you face him. “You belong to me.” He said quietly. Something about his tone was different. It was sexual. It wasn’t even that possessive. He sounded scared. And he was. He would never tell you, but the thought of you leaving him just like his mom and dad did killed him. So much so that he’d do anything to keep you in Ambrose.

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #horror fanfiction #slasher x y/n #bo sinclair fanfiction #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfiction

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cfbrckencrowns · 4 months

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(rege jean page, he/him, 33) announcing [ AMBROSE BELVOIR ],the [ ADVISOR ] of [ ENGLAND ]. people would describe them as a [ POET ], maybe that is why they are [ FOR ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ FOLLOWING BLINDLY, WATCHING THE ONE YOU LOVE BREATHE, SILENCE ].

𝔱𝔴: fire (including a building)

𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: ambrose edmund belvoir 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰: rose

𝔞𝔤𝔢: 34 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔡𝔞𝔶: august 5th

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: he/him/his 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔶: cis man 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: queer

𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔰: burn scar on upper left shoulder

you were born with a duty. your father kept you with the best education, and you were to portray the utmost perfect son. he gave you promises of a life in the castle, much like his own, beside king geoffrey.

king geoffrey seemed to take a shine to you, you were slightly older than the eldest princes. you remember first meeting the younger boys, one with golden locks and one with the most mesmerizing eyes. you remember the king introducing you as the next advisor, you thought he was talking to the eldest, but when you were officially brought into the royal quarters you were assigned the younger one, 𝔩𝔢𝔬.

despite the age difference, the two of you got along well. you didn't mind spending your day with him. you were getting to know your future king, or so you were told. you seemed to understand what he needed or wanted, he was being thrown to do what his elder brother was expected to do, but could not quite grow the charm that was expected of a king. you offered charm and wit, framing the prince as someone with a political mind. you thought he would make a good king. one day.

you liked taking care of people, especially if it was the prince you grew so fond of. you was nearly twenty-five before you let anyone else to take care of you. the stables caught fire, and you saw a young stable boy still stuck inside, you ran inside to grab the boy. a burning beam came down and your shoulder, though you tried to bat your friend off, you let leo take care of you. if you had to pinpoint when your fondness turned differently in your heart, this had to have been when.

however, an advisor cannot be in love with his king. then you won't.

king geoffrey had passed, king augustus now in your prince's place. you did not know how to care for this prince king. auggie may look like leo, but they act differently, they have different needs and different wants. auggie can hardly handle saying your name and as your time dwindles with your leo you grow more fearful that you'll lose the man that you fell for.

@royalhqzstart mouse. 28. they/he. cst.

#royalhqzintro #ambrose | intro.#tw fire

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decadentjellojaloppy29 · 9 months

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Taking care of business.

Bo Sinclair x reader.

You decide to go out of town and take care of something. You ask Lester and Vincent not to tell Bo and they agree, that is until Bo comes home. And then there's a police chase. Fun.

Cant help but write this. A fanfic about a movie from 2005 in the year of our lord 2023. It's Bo Sinclair. And just the Sinclair brothers in general, how could I not.

Warnings: Suggestive content, you know the drill. Bo being Bo.

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It was night. The town of ambrose quiet except for the cicadas that were screeching outside the house. You, Lester and Vincent were inside.

Vincent and Lester sat down at the dining room table playing some sort of card game. The dining room light flickering slightly. The whole house having a comfortable silence falling over it. Suddenly you hop down the stairs with a backpack and a determined look on your face.

You step into the dining room, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter top. "What's that?" Vincent signs, looking at your bag.

"I'm gonna tell you in case I need backup BUT you cannot by any means tell Bo." You tell them.

"This sounds bad." Lester says, taking his hat off to scratch his head.

"If there's any uncertainty I won't tell you." You told them, adjusting the backpack on your shoulder and turning to leave.

Vincent looked to Lester in a panic and Lester called out, "H-hold on there girl." He says grabbing your shoulder. You pause, looking at him.

"Promise we won't tell, you know Vincent's not gonna talk." He said with a wink and crooked grin. Vincent's head dropped to the side not impressed with his brothers joke.

"Ok. I gotta go a town over to catch these two guys and do something to them." You explained, purposefully being as vague as possible.

"Did they do something to you first?" Lester asks.

"Yeah." You answer.

"Well, personally I don't see a problem with it even if it is vague." Lester replied, sitting back down. Vincent raised his hand in question.

"Yes the handsome one in the back." You gestured to the dark haired brother. "Why can't we tell Bo?" Vincent signed shrugging.

You sigh slightly, "Because he'll tell me not to go. That he can do it himself and I can stay home. To keep me from getting hurt and stuff like that and while I appreciate the gesture sometimes you gotta do it for yourself." Lester and Vincent exchanged glances, understanding and nodding to one another.

Vincent leaned back in his chair, the old thing creaking under his weight. "Let's compromise. You call if you get into trouble and we'll keep Bo off your tail." Vincent decided, waiting for your answer. You chewed your lip in thought. Slowly starting to nod, you agreed.

"Les, could I take your truck?" You bat your lashes at him, clasping your hands together while swaying back and forth.

"Aw shucks. If Bo catches you makin eyes like that at me he'll have my ass dead." He warned standing up to get his key, "but that don't mean stop doin it, 'specially when he ain't around."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, Vincent doing the same, his head resting in his hand. You walk toward Lester and he dropped the keys in your hand.

"Please don't die." Lester clasps his hands together, practically begging you.

"You have my word." You say, lifting your hand in promise. You start to head out the door, stopping in the frame when Lester's voice brings you to a halt.

"W-what d'you want us to tell Bo when he asks where yer at?" He puts his hands up in question.

You think for a second, "Tell him I'm buying something believable. Like beer or a machete or something." You laugh. Lester gives a thumbs up, you return the action before walking out the door. The screen door slamming behind you. Lester walk back over to the table and sits down on the old wooden chair. Jonsey coming up to rest her head on his leg.

"We're gonna get caught for this." Vincent signed to his brother.

Lester shrugged absentmindedly petting Jonsey, "Yeah maybe but did you see the way she looked at me? How could I say no?"

Vincent shakes his head at his brother and sighs, "She looks at everyone that way when she wants something."

"You're just bein' sore cause she don't look at you like that." Lester huffed. His hands going to scratch behind Jonsey's ears. Vincent thought about replying but realizing Lester was kinda right he crossed his arms in frustration and looked the other way.

Meanwhile you were speeding down the dark backroads, the only light coming from your cars janky headlights. The cold air blasting from the vents the radio turned up so loud the car is shaking. You grip the steering wheel tight with one thing on your mind.

Murder.

Haha no but seriously you're really gonna hurt these guys.

Lester and Vincent were still sitting at the table. Vincent now hunched over a drawing, wiping the erasure residue with the back of his hand. Lester is leaned back in his chair with his boots propped up on the table, head hung backward to watch what's happening on the tv. Periodically taking sips of beer. Then the door slams shut.

"Y/n I found a necklace at the workshop s'it yours?" Bo yelled walking inside the house.

Vincent and Lester's heads shoot up at Bo's arrival. Lester looks over at Vincent with a panicked look in his eye. Vincent puts his hands up trying to get his younger brother to calm down. Bo leans down to untie his boots and set a few things down on the stool in the foyer. Standing up straight he whistles to try and get your attention.

"Lester's truck is gone, Vince is probly still workin'. If the necklace ain't yers I could tie yer hands up with it and we could try that thing you were talkin' bout..." Bo says as he walks around the corner. "Hell even if they were in the livin' room we could-" Bo stops once he's in the living room, realizing his brothers are sitting at the table. Looking up at him.

"Whoops." Bo smirked, looking between the two of them. Subconsciously glad he could rub having you in their faces.

Lester and Vincent lifted a hand to greet Bo. Lester's eyes shooting back to the tv, he took a huge swig of his beer. Bo looks at the two of them and makes his way over to the refrigerator.

"Where's y/n?" He askes, grabbing a beer. Lester's eyes widen at the question, he slightly snorts at it causing the beer in his mouth to spill out. Vincent rubs a hand down his face and turns to look at Bo.

"She went to the store to pick up some things, she should be back later, all the stuff she wanted was in a town over." Vincent explained.

"Huh." Bo nodded, taking a sip from the bottle. Bo mosied over to the chair right next to Lester. Lester's eyes burning into the tv, his body becoming stiff as Bo sat next to him. The chair sounding like it's about to break under his jittering body.

"Whatssa matter Les you look like you seen a pair a tits for the first time." Bo chuckles, watching the tv.

Lester scratched the back of his head and without looking away from the tv he answers, "We's just worried bout y/n-"

Vincent's head shoots up to look at Lester, his hands gesturing for him to stop talking. Bo's brows knit together waiting for Lester to finish.

"-wouldn't get more beer. Cause we're almost out and I forgot to ask." He finished, smiling nervously at his brother. Bo looked back at Vincent in question who just shrugged and looked back down at his drawing. Bo looked between his brothers, the air was thick with something but Bo didn't know what. He couldn't put his finger on it but something was up. Lester was pale in the face and was stiff as a board.

You finally got to your destination, your car screeching to a halt. You grab the backpack and hop out of the car. The horn beeps as you lock it and walk through a field. About a block away there was a large barn in the middle of a field. It was lit up with colorful lights and blasting with music. As you neared it more and more cars were parked around the giant barn.

The music making it impossible to hear much else. You grabbed a wrinkled piece of paper from your pocket a license plate number scribbled down on it. You walked slowly past each car trying to find the one that matched. And after a few more minutes of searching you'd found your target. You walk over to the pretty red car and set your backpack on the ground pulling out a knife, you twirl it in your hand and get to work.

Back at the house Lester checks his watch every five minutes or so. His fingers tapping the back of his crossed arms. Bo notices this and leans over to fidgeting brother.

"Whatcha checkin' the watch for Les?" He asks patronizingly.

"Just- just waitin' on those beers y'know." Lester swallows hard hoping the sweat he feels on his forehead isn't as visible as he thinks it is. Vincent looks between the two of them, silently praying Lester wouldn't screw anything up.

"Ya know...its gettin' kinda late, stores are bout ready to close." Bo starts, grabbing Lester's wrist to look down at the watch he had on, "Actually wouldn't ya know it, they closed bout an hour ago." Lester looks up at Bo who is now staring daggers at him. Vincent sinks into himself not realizing how late it actually was. Lester clears his throat and tries to laugh it off.

"Yeah...m- well maybe she's givin' someone directions, you know. Gettin' more people for the town." Lester offers, his smile much too wide for any innocent person.

Bo shrugged, "Yeah maybe...only she knows I don't like her runnin' off and doin' stuff like that on account of I don't much like it when there's a chance she might get killed. So she wouldn't do that. And I trust that you two wouldn't go encouragin' somethin' stupid like that, would ya?" He looks pointedly at Lester, knowing he could break him.

Lester laughs more this time, "Course not we wouldn't do that, Bo."

Bo puts an arm around Lester and scoots closer, "Course not. Cause if you did I'd hafta relieve you of yer testicles."

Lester's eyes are wide and glued to Bo's, he knows these threats aren't empty especially now that your not around. His crooked smile grows shaky as he tried to keep it all together. Vincent is running a hand through his hair at this point, Bo is already onto them what point is there in trying to fix it now. Vincent just stares down at his paper pretending to draw, his hands becoming to shaky to actually draw.

"Lettin' her go off and do it is one thing but if she were to come back hurt," Bo chuckled darkly scooting even closer to Lester, "Then I'd hafta cook yer dog and feed it to ya."

And that was the straw that broke the camels back. Vincent shot his hands out to cover Lester's mouth but by the time his hands gripped him it was too late.

"Y/n went a town over to take care of two guys that did something, I dunno what she wasn't really that specific and she told us not to tell you cause she wanted to do it and she knew you'd tell her no but it was like a revenge mission so it seemed like a good enough reason to me. And I knew you'd threaten me but she looked at me the way she does and I couldn't tell her no. Please don't eat my dog." Lester spewed all of this out, almost too fast to understand. His hands gripped Bo's coveralls and he was on his knees.

Vincent looked up at Bo and shrugged, not really knowing what else to add. Bo nodded, his jaw clenching, his hands now on his hips.

"She tell you specifically where she was headed?" He asked, grabbing the collar of Lester's shirt.

"No but if I had to guess it'd be at a party, somewhere public where she wouldn't get caught." Lester squealed.

"Shit." He spat through gritted teeth. He stomped over to the door grabbing a gun and his hat on the way out. Lester and Vincent looked at each other before chasing after him.

Back at the barn party you'd just finished slashing the tires of the car and were currently having a hayday scratching it up with the knife in your hand. Your tongue stuck out as you concentrated on carving some choice words into the side of the car. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and looked down at your watch.

"Ooo, shit." You realized the time, hoping Bo was working late that night. You figured you should finish up but your plan wasn't done yet. Unzipping the backpack once again you pulled out a bat and hoisted yourself up onto the hood of the car.

"Too bad, it was such a nice car." You tsked, shaking your head. Reeling back with the bat and-

Bo's hands gripped his steering wheel till his knuckles were white. His teeth chewed down on the cigarette he'd put in his mouth but never lit. His eyes never leaving the road ahead. Vincent and Lester sat in the back nervous to say anything.

"There's no reason to get mad at her y'know. I feel like it was personal and it always feels better when you get to hurt em yourself." Lester tried to convince his older brother who very clearly wasn't having it. Bo didn't say a word, his jaw clenched as tight as it could, his gaze could burn forests at this point. Lester looked at Vincent, nodding toward Bo. Vincent shook his head.

"What will it help? He won't even see what I'm saying he Hasn't looked away from the road since we got on it." Vincent signed. Lester wracked his brain for ideas, a finger coming to scratch the bottom of his chin.

"Lemme put it like this, she's already made up her mind. She's doin' what she said she was gonna and it had ta be for a good reason and that means something bad musta happened between her and these guys so do you really think bein' mad at her is gonna help?" Lester tried. Vincent looked over at Lester, and put an encouraging hand on his shoulder. Impressed with his level headed reasoning.

Bo only slammed on the gas faster, his shoulders stiff as he made a sharp turn causing Lester to smash into Vincent.

You'd finally finished smashing the shit out of the cars windows and now it was time for the hurting to begin. You hook up the car to yours and drag it out to the empty field you'd been parked in and set off the car alarms. Bat in hand, lying in wait. Minutes passed until you saw the guys come out of the barn, looking confused at the fact that their car was now missing. You grinned to yourself as you help the binoculars over your eyes. Watching as they became aware of the car alarm going off in the distance. One guy smacked the others should and they both started to run toward the noise.

You lowered the binoculars down and readied yourself. It's you against two but it's also dark and a car alarm will be blocking any noise you make. You're not dumb, you know the drill. The men finally make their way to the car huffing and puffing.

"What the fuck?!" One guys says to the other, gesturing to his car.

"Not a bad job." You said right next to his ear. Before he could fully turn around you struck him in the head with the bat in your hands. The other guy turns to face you, putting his hands up ready to do something and then two bright headlights come to blind both you and the man. The horn honking wildly. Bo practically punching the thing.

"Sonofabitch." You say to yourself realizing who it was. Bo hops out of the car, slamming the door so hard you were surprised the window didn't break.

"You think yer a pretty big girl goin' off an doin' somethin' like this huh?!" Bo asks angrily walking toward you and the guy, shotgun in hand.

"Oh shit!" The guy yells and tries to make a run for it. You turn quickly, grabbing the back of his shirt and stabbing it to the tree with the knife from your bag. You saw Lester and Vincent step out of the car. Nervous as ever.

"You said you weren't gonna tell him." You complained to them, throwing your hands up.

"He threatened to eat Jonsey if you got hurt." Lester came to his own defense.

You looked over to Bo with a hand on your hip, "Real mature."

"Ohohoho don't even get me started on people bein' immature." Bo said making his way over to you. His large frame now stood in front of you.

"You all are insane! Lemme go!" The guy stuck to the tree screamed.

"I'm tryin' to have a conversation!" Bo yelled back, pointing the barrel of his gun at the shaking man. With his free hand Bo rubbed his eyes and sighed. You looked up at him, waiting for his next words.

"You stupid er somethin'?" He finally asks.

"I had to take care of something." You gesture to the situation around you.

"When I say I gotta take care of somethin most people don't expect that I'm gonna go murder people." Bo tells you.

That earns a confused look from you, Vincent and Lester. You all know that's a lie and in unison you and Lester murmur something about that being wrong and that he murders people all the time.

Bo rolls his eyes, "Jesus would y- I tell you not to do stuff like this on your own but you do it anyway. Is this just some dumb way to try an get my attention?"

"Please please d-dont kill me." The man cries, curled up against the tree.

"I won't feel the need to if you shut yer yap!" Bo yelled again, the barrel of the gun coming closer to the man's face.

You continue, "I wasn't gonna kill anybody. I was just gonna...give em a hard time." Bo let's out a snide laugh and looks up at the sky in disbelief. Your face cringes at what he might say next. Vincent and Lester wringing their hands waiting for what was to come.

"Give em a hard time? G- look at him he's deader than a godamn doornail." Bo growls gesturing to the man on the ground.

Your eyes travel toward the unconscious man sprawled on the field floor. Lips pursing at the realization that you might have hit him a little harder than anticipated. You look up at Bo holding up two fingers telling him to give you a minute. You lean down and put your fingers on the man's neck. All three brothers watch as you sit there for a minute. Silence....

"No he's still alive." You tell Bo, "also had you not shown up I could knocked both of them out and then gone home. They wouldn't have seen my face and they woulda had headaches when they woke up. I had a fool proof plan."

"How can it be fool proof when it's got a fool running the entire dumbass operation!?" Bo steps toward you.

"Hey guys!" Lester yells.

"What?!" You and Bo yell in unison looking back at him.

Lester's hand points in the distance and rhe two of you turn to see red and blue lights flicking through the night sky. Getting closer with every passing second.

"God- you get in the car, I'm not done with you." Bo points at you. You pick up your bag and run toward the car, making a mocking face as you go. Lester and Vincent hurriedly following. Bo knocks out the weeping man with the back of his gun and angrily walks toward the car.

"I'm screwed. How'd he find out?" You ask, turning to look at Vincent and Lester.

"I told you he threatened to kill Jonsey and cut off my testicales and nail them to my forehead." Lester rubbed the back of his neck. Bo stomps over to the truck. Swinging the door open and sitting down in his seat and slams the door. The lights getting closer and closer. Turning the car on and speeding into the field the rest of you hold on to anything you can get your hands on.

"Ok so-" Bo starts before you interrupt.

"We really hafta do this while the cops are chasing us?" You ask.

"Well clearly you wanted to get my attention, guess what sugar you got it. Now what the hell is goin on in that head a yours?" He asks poking your forehead. Boot laying into the gas pedal.

"OH please! If I wanted your attention I could just bend over." You mocked him and crossed your arms. Lester and Vincent tried to hold in theirs laughs from the backseat. Bo shot them a look but he knew you weren't wrong.

"I did this cause I wanted to and I knew you wouldn't let me." You told him, looking in the rear view mirror to see the lights getting closer to your car.

Bo stepped on the gas before saying, "Course I wouldn't let you do this alone or at all I don't want you to get hurt."

"But this was something I had to do." You told him.

"Why?" He asked throwing a hand up before taking a sharp turn into some tall grass.

"I just did!" You yelled back.

"But why?" Bo raised his voice. Lester started saying something about the cops from the back seat as Bo badgered you for a reason and the sirens were blaring.

"Holy crap! They said something bad about Vince while we were in town!" You finally broke telling them. The car went silent for a second all three boys looked at you. Your insides felt rigid as you waited for a response.

"Awww you were jus tryna stand up fer Vinny." Lester cooed, wrapping his arm around the back of your seat. Vincent held his hands to his chest in admiration of your gesture, tilting his head lovingly.

"Why wouldn't you wanna tell me that?" Bo asked making another sharp turn, throwing Vincent against Lester. Lester grunting in the process, slapping Vincent on the back to alert him that he couldn't breathe.

"Cause then you'd wanna do something about it yourself but I wanted to at least be a part of it." You replied, grabbing the wheel and turning in a different direction to try and lose the cops that were on your tail. Bo locked eyes with you, refusing to look in front of him.

A grin started to form on his lips. "You was just protectin him, huh?"

"Yeah. Of course." You smiled back, shrugging as if it were obvious.

"Vince, take the wheel." Bo ordered.

Vincent's head shot up watching Bo go from his seat to yours. He panicked and grabbed onto the wheel, squeezing his way into the driver's seat. Bo's calloused hands grabbed onto your face and pulled you toward him, his lips smashing into yours. You grabbed onto him, pulling him closer by the collar of his coveralls, his hat falling off in the process.

Lester looks on in disbelief. His eyes darting between Vincent and the two of you. Looking to Vincent to see if he was witnessing the same scene.

"Really? Right now? What was this all some form of foreplay for y'all?" He asked, looking at you two like you were crazy.

Without his lips leaving yours Bo's hand goes to push Lester's face away. Shoving him back into his seat. Lester falls back into it, crossing his arms and huffing. You and Bo shuffle around in the seat, looking for a comfortable position. Hands flying around and grabbing onto anything for support. The police sirens blare and whoop throughout the giant field, the lights spinning and causing a scene. You finally sat in Bo's lap comfortably. His mouth now attacking your neck and you began pulling on his hair.

"You're so good, takin' care of my family like that." Bo says, his voice muffled from where he was on your neck.

You nodded absentmindedly and started to undo his coveralls. He eagerly followed by lifting your shirt over your head. Lester looks around speechlessly, his hands raised in the air.

"Are you kiddin' me? We're gettin chaced by the police!"

Vincent's face was unphased and unimpressed as Bo's elbow came to push his head to the side, Bo completely engulfed in you.

"Did you see what I did to their car?" You asked, smirking at Bo.

"Yeah I saw what you did to their car. You did a real good job on the car." He told you with a dark chuckle. Bo moved you to position your body under his. His lips mouth down to your chest as his hand gripped the lever on the side of the seat, pulling on it the making it lay back with a crank.

Lester scooted back before he could get crushed by the reclining seat. His eyes catching a glimpse of the situation, his face turning red as he looked away, covering his peripheral vision with his hand. Opting to look out the window instead.

"Bet you wish this was you, huh?" Bo grinned smugly at his younger brother. Lester just sighed and shook his head. His face still beet red.

Vincent looked ahead to see a dead-end sign. His heart dropped as he started rapidly tapping his twins shoulder. Bo gave a growl, coming up, red face and mussed hair to look at Vincent.

"What?" Bo groaned. Vincent pointed toward the sign, trying to sign as best he could with one hand. Bo turned to look out the front windshield, your head poking up from behind him, straining to see. Lester finally looks away from the side window only to catch an eye full of your shirtless form, his hand going back to cover up his eyes before he gets caught leering.

"Just keep goin' there's gonna be a drop off right here but if you speed up now we can jump it." Bo says nonchalantly, going back down to finish the hickey he'd started giving you.

"Jump it!?" Lester screamed.

Vincent put the pedal to the metal, his boot practically denting the car floor. Lester screamed in terror while the cop cars sirens filled the wrest of the night air with its whaling sounds, all the while you and Bo are practically in your own world.

And with the you all attempted the jump.

And made it.

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pink-chevalier · 2 years

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It's been a week since Reese's party, and Ambrose noticed the change in the relationship between Blossom and Perry. The two girls haven't been talking as much lately, and Perry flat out ignores her sister, seriously pushing her face away. At school, Blossom would playfully bother Perry whenever she saw her in the halls or show her a good test grade, but now the younger doesn't even bat an eye at Perry. Ambrose shouldn't pay that much attention to it because siblings fight, but this is how it started with Soren. He would hate for the two sisters to end up like him and his brother, fighting about nothing and not having a relationship because they hate each other. Also, Ambrose knows that this is killing his girlfriend. He can see how sad she gets when looking at Blossom, and the look of betrayal kills him. He decided to pick up Perry early today, maybe talk to her about the situation and see how she feels about this whole thing. The two decide to get some coffee at Simbucks, they don't like the drink, but Perry wants to feel like a grown-up. Besides, it helps that they make it so sweet that the couple sometimes forgets what they're drinking.

Ambrose: *sips drink* Can I ask you something?

Perry: *nods* What's up? You don't like your coffee?

Ambrose: *smiles* I like it, but it tastes more like a chocolate milkshake with a hint of coffee. But, how're you and Blossom doing?

Perry: *sighs* Not so good. I haven't talked to her since the party, and I really want to talk to her.

Ambrose: Talk about what?

Perry: *pouts* That she's a jerk and shouldn't blackmail me like that! *sighs* But I guess I gotta put that on hold because something's going on with Millie.

Ambrose: *nods* Yeah, I gotta talk to Kurt about that because they've been acting weird around each other. I can talk to Blossom for you.

Perry: *smiles* Okay, so I'm not going crazy then because something's going on between the two. If you want to talk to Blossom, you can, but it'll be like talking to a brick wall. Can I have some of your drink?

Ambrose: *chuckles* Go ahead.

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the-pinstriped-hood · 1 year

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Anon: So have you ever committed murder, willingly?

Percy stared at the question without blinking a good few minutes. Her eyes growing cloudy and her face twisting in frustration.

"Somebody really likes to dig their claws around my personal trauma don't you, Anon?"

Percy kneeds her temples. "It was only once and in self defense of another. But of course that's what a murderer would say to defend themselves."

"The answer to that question is yes, I have."

"I remember it. Like I ever had a choice to forget it....."

"It was a rather balmy Tuesday afternoon. Lester had led your usual fare of dumbass college kids to Ambrose because their fanbelt was tampered with by Bo was broken. You had your usual theatrics, meeting Bo at the church, going to the Wax museum etc. The girls and I were to all stay out of sight while the kids were slowly picked off one by one. Except for this one girl, a real smart ass named Rachel. She wasn't going along with the theatrics and kept staring at Bo, I guess she suspected something was up. So when Bo finally cornered her after all of her friends were killed and taken away she fought back. He was already pretty tired from putting these kids down one by one so she got the jump on him with a baseball bat in the foyer of the museum. Vincent texted me that Bo was in trouble and he was busy."

"Next thing I know I'm peeling into the parking lot of the museum with an old mustang and charging my ass into the building."

At the time, Bo and I didn't exactly trust eachother. We talked but not exactly sure about the other just yet. Anyway, he's on the ground getting the shit kicked out of him and she doesn't see me. I wrench the bat out of her hands and kick her in the back making her stumble forward face first into the floor. Bo is out cold, bleeding heavily."

I fucking lost it.

I started wailing on this girls head as she screamed for mercy. At some point I must have blacked out because when I snapped back, her head was a puddle and her brain and skull bits had been splattered all over the floor, the bat cracked and splintered.

I stared for a minute or two, trying to process at what I had done. I didn't see Bo coming up behind me to give me a hug. My knees collapsed beneath me and, I cried. I had never taken a life before. But it was either watch the man who saved my life killed and do nothing. Or break the shackles of my morality and do something to save him."

"Don't make mistakes. I don't regret what I did. It had to happen. Bo never deserved this."

"Thank you for giving me a massive headache, Anon. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower, some aspirin and crawl into bed. You've unearthed my demons again and I'm none too pleased."

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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Hello it's 🎵 anon again! I've discovered songs for the other characters that may or may not fit:

Yuu: Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid or Gimme Gimme Gimme by ABBA or Money On My Mind by Sam Smith or Hate Me by Nico Collins or Wonderland by Natalia Kills

Grim: Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom by Parry Grip

Crowley: Greedy by Ariana Grande or Money Money Money by ABBA

Crewel: Fashion by Lady Gaga or Fashionista by Jimmy James

Trein: Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty from The Big Bang Theory

Vargas: Physical by Olivia Newton

Sam: Shopkeeper Song from Undertale

Ambrose: Everything Is Not as It Seems by Selena Gomez

Chenya: Twas Brillig from Alice In Wonderland

Neige: Happy by Pharrell Williams or I won't give up by Jason Mraz

The Dwarves: Heigh Ho from Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

Rollo: I'm Sorry I Couldn't Save You by Xinclair

Riddle's Mom: The Family Jewels by Marina and The Diamonds

Falena: Save Me by Not A Robot ft adrisaurus or Lullaby for A Princess

Cheka: I Just Can't Wait To Be King from Lion King

Rielle: Part Of Your World from Little Mermaid

Jamil's Parents: Robot or Good In Me by Jon Bellion ( I feel like it's Jamil singing this to his parents) or Afton Family by APAngryPiggy

Najma: Hey Bother by Avicii or Surface Pressure from Encanto (second one is more of Jamil to Najma tbh) or You'll Be In My Heart from Tarzan (again more of Jamil to Najma)

Vil's Dad- Superstar by CG5

And that's all for now. Please let me know if these are suitable for the respective characters.

HECK YA! nice to see ya again 🎵 anon! I do have to warn you that I don't really know a lot of the side characters that arent staff, so I might not be able to say if they do or don't fit the character. Sorry about that.

Yuu: Holy heck there are so many! But I guess that makes sense due to Yuu/Mc being a self-insert for many.

The first song is a fun and laid-back kind of beat and lyrics. Fitting for the more relaxed Mc type, happily enjoying the chaos and optimistic about the future despite any troubles.

The second song is a fun beat and song. Not really sure how to categorize this one though. Fun and good song!

Third song is really sweet, a nice beat and song with kind lyrics, this is for the Mc's that are out there to help the students of NRC, but struggle due to the financial stuff Crowley puts on them. Amazing choice!

Fourth song gives the vibes of an Mc that is in love with these toxic villains that go to this school. they're down bad despite how cruel some can be.

The last song is very fitting for the whole premise of the Twisted wonderland, using different fairy tales to call out to those they are in love with. Cool song, but didn't like the video due to its erotic nature but I could just ignore that and focus on the lyrics and music.

Grim: Roblox war flashbacks really cute song, but not much I can do with this song for Grim. A cute and fun song so thanks!

Crowley: The first song doesn't really fit him due to the fact that he would never admit that he's greedy. That's the opposite of how generous he always is! good idea but not quite.

The second song has an amazing melody right off the bat! this song is definitely fitting, could change the focus from getting a man with a lot of money to them doing better than RSA. Amazing fit, but I don't plan on writing it out. Good choice!

Crewel: The first song is a bit too intense for how he works in my head. Also, the second language that is used in the song would be hard to work with.

Second song is a lot more fitting of his personality. His commands and the way he talks to his students. PErfect fit for the fashionista teacher.

Trein: hehehe! what a cute and wholesome song for the grumpy old man. Can definitely see him singing this to Lucius when he thinks he's alone in his classroom. heck yes.

Vargas: Wow... It's a good song for him, I would just have to change a lot of the lyrics to make it more family-friendly. I like the energy just way too many innuendos.

Sam: Love this tranquil song, but there are no lyrics to change or song to write, it's great, but not quite fitting. Besides, I think the song he's got already is perfect.

Ambrose: I don't know this character, or any of the side characters much, but this song doesn't really fit his joyous attitude and kindness. Honestly think this song fits Crowley more than Ambrose. Also, A song that I think would be more fitting is "Higitus Figitus" or "that's what makes the world go around".

Chenya: Very fitting to have the Cheshire cat person sing the Cheshire cat song. Apparently, it's a part of a different song/poem, the Jabberwocky. So I might have him singing it and the mc coming into those specific lyrics. very good choice.

Neige: Both of these songs are so good for the ball of pureness that is Neige, the first song gets everyone dancing and will bring a smile to many. While the second song brings a bittersweetness that moves many to smile at times they've had in the past and to look forward to more times of joy in the future. They're perfect for him.

The Dwarves: Of course we have the little dwarves singing the original dwarves' song in the mines. Not much to say or change with this one, just perfect.

Rollo: New character I know nothing about since I try to avoid spoilers. Strange song and has fairly self deprecating vibes. Not sure if this fits him or not. not willing to look at spoilers for now over it anyway. interesting choice, I cant say much about it due to ignorance of the character.

Riddle's Mom: This woman fucking sucks. the song is amazing and shows a side to Riddle that he probably has buried to try and keep the tense peace between himself and his mother. The song shows that he's better than the things his mom demanded of him, that he's better because he strayed. He's made friends, he's happier and he's more beautiful being imperfect than the gemstones the mother expected him to be. Not going to write it since its so perfect.

Falena: So this is the brother of Leona, the king of the sunset Savana. The first song is deep and shows that Falena was aware of Leona's struggle and tried to help. The second song had an amazing MLP animatic that tugs at the heartstrings. Not fitting for the lion brothers but a song of love and heartbreak. I think the first song fits better.

Cheka: Fun childish song of carefreeness for the bundle of joy that is Cheka! also fitting for him to sing his Disney counterparts' songs. Another I wouldn't write due to not knowing him well enough.

Rielle: Apparently he's the twisted version of Ariel from the little mermaid. So that's cool! classic singing of the original characters' song. The longing to see another world, to learn something new and try something different. seems fitting for this excitable prince.

Jamil's Parents: Dang, that Robot song is very deep into the issue Jamil always had with his servitude. He blames his parents and Kalim for his upbringing, having to hold himself back, to seem lesser because he was just a servant just someone inconsequential and only there to help others. This could be an inner soul song for him.

The second song shows just how much Jamil hates that the things he was good at had to be restrained, that he had to hold himself back and never speak his mind. Another build-up to his eventual overblot.

the third song was awesome, but not very fitting to the story for Jamil. Good song and it had an awesome animation too.

Najma: the brother song is sweet but doesn't really capture the banter and the snarky remarks we see between the two, this is that deep familial love that we don't get to see much of due to how Jamil works.

Second song of surface pressure is pretty fitting for how hard Jamil works and puts on himself. During the festival we see how much Najma cares, despite the teasing, she doesn't push him or demand much. She listens and supports her brother. Probably what kept him sane when he worked as a servant for all those years.

The last song is again a bit too sappy for the two vipers, but The sentiment is sweet and they do care for each other in a passive-aggressive (at times) way.

Vil's Dad: Never seen this character, I think. So I don't know if this song fits or not. But if he's proud of what his boy can do, despite some not-so-savory things to others. Then ya that song fits him well.

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seeingteacupsindragons · 1 year

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How do you switch between writing dialog and describing what's happening? I can never manage to find the right balance. I either write just dialog with a couple descriptions sprinkled in-between, or entire paragraphs where not a single word is spoken and it doesn't feel right.

I think the trick here is to stop thinking of these as separate things. Your dialogue should be in reaction to the narration, and your narration should be in reaction to your dialogue.

There's also an important point to consider here that there is no universal, perfect balance. In moments where a character is very in their head, there's likely to be longer spans without words. I once wrote about two entire pages of a character surrounded by people not saying a single word because he was so overwhelmed he'd fallen nonverbal, so the entire section was him describing what was happening around him in a way that hyperfocused on specific details and completely missed large swaths of context because he was too overwhelmed to notice.

And there are times where the dialogue is the action of the scene, so more time is spent batting words back and forth and adding in longer descriptions would break the flow of the conversation. Conversations usually have pauses in them, but if you insert a couple paragraphs between dialogue, it often reads as one because it is one to the reader. So if you want the conversation to feel like it has no hesitation in it, you can't let the reader feel get distracted on another topic for the sake of adding narration.

So it really depends on the balance of the scene. And it depends on what the focus of the scene is and what you're emphasizing.

For example, this from an older book I wrote.

“Then what do you want?” Serale demanded, trying to twist his arm out of the man’s grasp without dropping his weapon. “You agreed to let me clear.”

“I need your help—”

Serale kicked the man’s ankle and pulled away as his attacker stumbled, immediately turning and dashing down the street.

“Callyn!” the man called. He was calling for help. It didn’t matter. Serale didn’t see anyone else, and he could run.

The ground warped beneath Serale’s feet, softening to loose dirt and muddy slurry. He caught himself as the ground reformed around his ankles, trapping his feet in the ground. He gaped for a moment before trying to work himself out of his boots. He’d miss them; they were his only pair, but escaping was worth the boots and coins inside.

The man caught up to him and hauled him up by his shirt just as he got his left foot free. Serale spared a second of mourning for the shirt before cutting it down the front and shedding it to dart forward, wiggling his second foot out of its boot.

He’d nearly turned the corner when the ground rose in front of him, pinning him in the alleyway with the man behind him and a dirt wall ahead. Damnation. The man had a druid helping him. That explained the ground.

Serale turned around, knowing he wouldn’t be able to scale a sheer cliff, and scowled as hard wood twisted itself around his hands.

“Now,” the man said, steadying himself on his feet. “Are you going to listen to me?”

There's some dialogue here, but it's bracketing quite a few paragraphs of narration without much breaking it up. Because I write close first person primarily, it doesn't totally feel like you've lost the character voice--the narration is almost Serale speaking to himself at times.

Now, these characters are talking to each other here, but I could've added more dialogue to break up the paragraphs if I wanted--there could've been yelling back at forth and arguing, or one character could've tried to keep talking. But that wasn't the flow of the scene I wanted. It would've distracted from the action sequence and broken up the smooth feeling of Serale's actions flowing from one to the next.

Here's another example. This one is more dialogue heavy.

“Ambrose—”

“L’well,” Ambrose repeated, slurring his words childishly. “You promised me knowledge. You promised. Tell me if—”

Llewellyn clicked his beak and buried his head into Ambrose’s shoulder. “Very well. Be silent.”

Ambrose shut up and stared at the sky. He didn’t even know how long walking home would take. He’d never made the trip on foot.

“You’re fine,” Llewellyn pronounced, pulling away.

“You’re not just saying that?” Ambrose asked. Clouds spun above him. Maybe he had a concussion. He hadn’t thought he hit his head hard, but maybe…

“I am not,” Llewellyn said. “Now, get up. We need to move.”

The narration here is in shorter bursts and focuses on what Ambrose's brain is doing in the small conversation pauses. It adds to the feeling of his head sort of spinning and him feeling injured and disoriented.

But there's also action here, slipping in what the characters are doing and how they're interacting with each other--because the conversation is entirely an argument about doing a favor and a specific interaction. It's not just padding: it's the action of the entire scene to have those things happen.

And here's a final scene, from a third book I've written.

Frustration welled somewhere deep in my temples. “Then what is? What else do you need from me?”

“Right now, we need to process things. Then we’ll have some more testing to do. In the meantime, Mason can help you identify goals.”

“Identifying goals” sounded like Psychotherapy 101. This was going to turn into therapy? I wasn’t sitting around and telling anyone a sob story—and like hell I’d do it for Mason.

I’d rather have my head cut open.

“Goals?”

“Yes. We can’t do much of anything for you right now.”

Which was complete bullshit. Dad always dragged things out without any intention of actually helping me. My elementary school homework was too simple for him to bother with. Preparing me for my bar mitzvah had been forgotten completely. He couldn’t even be relied on to show up for my birthday.

Whaaaat, first person? Yeah. Anyway.

The narration here actually isn't action. It doesn't describe anything happening or anyone interacting with anyone. It's actually the character's commentary on the conversation.

This kind of thing is early in the book, so it's there to add a lot of context to the character's reaction and why he feels way about stuff, but it also shows his mental state: he's pissed, and you can tell he's pissed, and you would've have been able to pick that up just from the words he says.

This kind of narration also shows that's he's less invested in the actual conversation and more on his internal emotional state--it's actually the bulk of the writing here. He has very strong feelings about everything he's being told, and he's being allowed to react to all of it. He's Having Strong Feelings about everything, so the narration takes the time to show you what his strong feelings are.

It’s also good to note here that the character’s commentary narration comes only after the other character’s statements, not his own. He’s not reacting to what he says because he said it. He’s having feelings about what he’s being told.

Anyway, this wasn't just an excuse to give examples of my writing, I promise. I hope this was in some way helpful to think about different ways to you can balance narration and dialogue and what different kinds of things you can do with both to get them to work for you.

There's a million more ways this could work, but for the sake of everyone's dash...I'll end this post here for the day.

Let me know if this helps or if there's something else I can offer.

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waiting-on-a-dream · 2 years

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Tsum Tsum

Aurora Puerstella

Aurora Tsum can often be seen bouncing around with Floyd Tsum, gleefully causing trouble wherever they go. While Floyd Tsum squeezes some poor unfortunate soul, Aurora Tsum jumps on their head and messes up their hair.

No one is able to calm down Aurora Tsum once it's gotten into a mischievous mood, so it seems. Miraculously, Trey was able to keep it in his arms with a few gentle words and touches. Every other dorm (except Diasomnia) was begging him to take care of Aurora Tsum after that. But Riddle ordered him to stay in Heartslabyul to help take care of Riddle Tsum (and deal with Aurora Tsum when it comes). So what's a guy to do?

Aurora Tsum likes to hide in big sleeves, and quickly took a liking to Vil's dorm uniform. He managed to strike a deal with it, where he would allow it to hide in his sleeves whenever it wanted as long as it didn't cause trouble in Pomefiore anymore. What a good dorm leader, managing to spare his dorm from further damage.

Regular Aurora didn't bat an eye to all the chaos their tsum was causing, so everyone gave up on asking them to take care of their tsum early on. At the end of the day, Aurora Tsum would find itself bouncing into Regular Aurora's bed, snuggling up to their head and recharging to prepare for tomorrow's chaos.

Violet Delmor

Violet Tsum likes to follow Riddle around, watching as he goes about his day as the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. It is very well behaved, making sure it isn't in the way of his work and helping out where it can. When Riddle joked that he would rather take care of Violet Tsum instead of his own, Riddle Tsum threw a fit.

When Violet Tsum isn't following Riddle around, it's trailing after Pip as she does her duties. It bounces on her head when she's doing something wrong, and nudges tools towards her (if the tool isn't too heavy) to help. If Pip picks it up and hugs it like a plushy, it goes completely still, as if holding it's breath.

Violet Tsum can also sometimes be seen bouncing away from Vance or purposefully headbutting Joules. Regular Violet doesn't get along well with them, so no one was very surprised at that.

No matter who it's with at the moment, Violet Tsum will drop everything and bound toward Iris the moment it sees her. It likes to nuzzle her face and rest on her shoulders, eyes closed happily all the while. Regular Violet was mortified at first and tried to pry the tsum off Iris, but relented and left them alone eventually after a few shoos from her amused sister.

Xenon Ambrose

Xenom Tsum has no mouth and therefore cannot talk, further enhancing it's mysteriousness! Whatever could it be thinking about behind those pensive eyes. Who knows~?

Xenon Tsum can usually be seen people watching (sometimes with Regular Xenon). Its not stalking anyone, just watching people go about their day from it's little corner of the room. People don't like being watched though, so poor Xenon Tsum finds the room clearing out just as it was starting to get comfortable.

When it isn't people watching, it's still watching certain people do their own thing. Mistral, when she's trimming Heartslabyul's prided rose bushes. Or Phoebus, preparing for another doomsday event. Or Rozalie, pouring over his experiments.

Xenon Tsum gets along quite well with Ace surprisingly! It took interest in his card tricks, and bounced around for a bit until Ace realized that it wanted to help out. It would insist on bringing him his cards, but only bring tarot cards, so that was a cause of confusion (Ace adjusted eventually).

Hnggg imagine Xenon Tsum making Ace do tarot readings for it. Ace does the 'is this your card?' magic trick on someone, and boom, it's a tarot card. That's the reading.

#aurora puerstella #violet delmor #xenon ambrose #ASJAKSAKS Everyone from Pomefiore is trying to bribe Aurora to stop causing trouble there #damn I wrote a lot #almost as much as I write for some of my requests

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 40

*Warning: Adult Content*

With nothing more to be said on the subject of Thomas Flynn, for the moment, at least, Ambrose Thorne and Dane Hunter take turns filling Freya Hunter in on the situation with the thefts.

She asks a few keen questions but for the most part she just listens.

Noah Hunter knows that, besides being the best tracker in their Pack, she has something like a photographic memory and will remember everything she's told with no need to take notes.

When at last they've caught her up, the talk turns to other, lighter fare.

Grace tells them about her plans for the farm and Freya entertains them with stories of some of the more unusual jobs she'd been hired for, which sound like a recap of a wild season of some crazy tv show.

When she tells them how she cleared out a nest of feral ghouls that had taken up residence in an abandoned subway tunnel, Noah ties to catch her in a lie or at the very least an exaggeration.

"Yeah, I've done that, too," Noah laughs.

"In a video game. 'Feral ghouls' aren't real."

She shoots him a look that says 'challenge accepted' and pulls out her phone.

She has pictures.

They certainly look real.

They also look kinda like normal people, except for the dead grey skin, black eyes and black, needle-like teeth.

"Ghouls feed on the dead," Freya explains matter-of-factly.

"The real ones, that is. Most are pretty well-behaved, really and keep to themselves. It's when they get together in larger numbers that things get messy."

"Oh wow," Grace breathes, having taken Freya's cell-phone to look for herself.

She scrolls to the next picture and the next and Freya happily details her thrilling encounters with a number of unusual beings.

Noah guesses it explains why she'd barely bat an eye when he announced he was dating a dragon and he feels a twinge of uncalled-for jealousy as he realizes that her life is about a thousand times more interesting than his.

"What's this guy?" Grace asks, holding the phone towards Freya.

Noah catches a glimpse of a handsome dark face and a cheeky grin.

"He looks hot. Is he an incubus or something?"

"Oh... no," Freya says, taking her phone back and quickly returning it to her pocket.

"That's just Darius."

Grace narrows her eyes with a slight smile.

"'Just Darius,' huh?"

Freya sips her drink with studied nonchalance.

"Yeah, we've been, uh, working together for a bit. I left the RV with him when I flew out here."

She turns the conversation to another topic and Grace lets it go but when Freya's not looking she casts Noah a wink and mouths just Darius, while trying to hide a grin.

Noah files the name away for future use.

~ ☾ ~

Eventually, their little party winds down.

Ambrose, Freya and Dane turn back to discussing the case, while Grace and Noah compare some of their favorite books.

Chloe leans against Grace, content to listen, while Julian has slowly inched closer to Dane.

He lies curled with his head in his lap, seemingly asleep, while Dane absently strokes his soft, dark chocolate-colored hair.

The pair of them might have hit a rough patch, Noah reflects but they're still on the same road.

It's late when Ambrose and Noah depart, Freya giving his brother a final rib-cracking squeeze and a playful pretend punch to the side of his face on their way out.

"Weasel," she says, shaking her head.

"I'm happy for you, though, you know that right?"

She hugs Ambrose next and Noah sees her whispering something in his ear that makes his eyebrows lift.

In the car, Noah asks him what she'd said.

"Let's just say that if I take your brother's threats to my person seriously, it is your sister whom I'd truly fear to cross."

Noah Hunter laughs.

"Me too."

The rest of the drive home passes in silence.

Noah stares out the window at the night-darkened world, watching trees and fields and then houses and the streets of the town slide by, like a dreamy film reel.

He’s sleepy and relaxed and strangely content and he realizes that as uncomfortable as it was to share his story, he feels better now that he has.

Despite having seen him only that day and despite Dane's prediction that Noah will see him again, he feels like he’s finally free of Thomas Flynn.

So he’s a little surprised to see, as Ambrose pulls into the garage and shuts off the engine but makes no move to get out of the car, that he doesn't seem to share his lightened mood.

In fact, Ambrose looks almost grim, staring straight ahead with his hands still on the wheel.

"Ambrose?" Noah asks after a moment.

"What's wrong?"

He takes a breath and then, still without looking at Noah, speaks in a quiet, low voice.

"You're not to see him again, Noah," he says.

"Do you understand me?"

Noah blinks a few times, taken aback.

"Who? T-Thomas?"

"Who else would I be talking about?"

"I don't want to see him again," Noah replies, frowning.

"You know that."

"Then see that you don't."

Noah’s frown deepens.

Ambrose’s tone is almost harsh and he sounds as if he's laying down the law for a troublesome teen and wants to make it clear he means to be obeyed.

"Hey," Noah objects.

"You don't need to tell me that. I'm well aware of the danger, in case you missed that part."

"Are you?" Ambrose asks, finally turning to look at Noah, his eyes flicking between each of his.

"Did you not, this very day, meet him in secret, having told no one of your planned assignation ahead of time? Would you not have done the same again, if the wretch had promised you repentance and if your brother had not put his skills to use at last and discovered the true nature of the man?"

"What? No." Noah protests.

"And I did tell someone. The only reason that someone wasn't you is because I didn't get the chance to. I tried to tell you all this last night, remember? What's with you, anyway? Thomas or not, who I see or don't see isn't something for you to decide."

Quick as a striking snake, Ambrose grabs Noah by the back of the neck, pulling the young man towards him across the space between their seats.

"Listen here, little wolf," he hisses between his teeth.

"Do you have any fuckin' idea what you are to me?"

Alarmed by his sudden, unexpected aggression, Noah stares back at him, hardly daring to blink.

"I'm your... your M-Mate," Noah answers, with less certainty than he'd like.

Ambrose shakes his head.

"You know you're more than that. You're my heart, my weakness, my wealth, my joy and my greatest fear. And if dragons are prone to any particular vice, little wolf, it is not wrath. It is jealousy."

Noah tries to pull away from him but Ambrose doesn't let him go.

"Are you seriously saying you're jealous of Thomas? Because that's ridiculous."

Again, Ambrose shakes his head, pulling Noah closer.

"I'm jealous of every minute you're away from me. Every word you speak to someone else. Every glance that isn't cast my way. I'm jealous of your trust and your friendship. I'm jealous of your love and of every second you spend thinking of something that isn't me."

His voice has turned low and dangerous and his teeth show at the corner of his lips.

"You know that's crazy, right?" Noah whispers, still not sure how alarmed he ought to be.

"You make me crazy," he replies.

For a moment, Ambrose’s eyes continue to blaze dark fire.

Then he lets Noah go and sits back, blowing out his breath in a long sigh and resting his head against the back of his seat.

"Sorry," he says after a few tense seconds tick by and he sounds much more like his usual self.

"I've been holding that back all night, since the moment I learned where you'd been today and with whom and the sort of danger you might've been in. Your sister's lovely, by the way," he adds, glancing over at Noah again.

Noah is still watching Ambrose warily, unable to quite judge how serious he'd been just now.

Ambrose sees Noah’s look and gives him a wry, half smile.

"Hey. Come here."

Ambrose reaches for Noah again, gently this time and leans over, stopping with his lips just barely touching the young man’s.

"I'd very much like to kiss you, right now," he says softly.

"If you'll grant me that privilege."

Noah returns his smile.

"Consider it granted."

It starts gentle and sweet, a soft press of lips, a tentative taste of something more but Ambrose is volatile tonight and the smallest spark sets off a roaring flame.

Noah parts his lips, opening his mouth to Ambrose, who takes the invitation readily.

What started innocent gets hot, wet and dirty fast.

Ambrose slides his tongue against Noah’s tongue, in and out with unmistakable intent, exploring him with a passion that makes it clear he wants more than a taste and Noah gasps when Ambrose gently bites his bottom lip and pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting them.

"Gods, I want to fuck you," he whispers, eyes lifting to lock on Noah’s as he wipes the pad of his thumb across his mouth.

"I want you now."

"What, right here?" Noah laughs.

"Mmhm," he murmurs.

"I want to bend you over, sink right into that tight little ass and fuck you 'til the only word you know is my name. I want you shivering and breathless. I want you all undone and begging me to let you come. I want..."

"Ambrose, shut up," Noah says and pulls him back into a kiss.

After a minute or so, during which Noah tries to collect his widely scattered thoughts, he lets Ambrose go.

"Tell you what," Noah whispers, resting his hands on his chest and not quite meeting his eyes.

"Let's get to our room, clean up, calm down a bit and then... Well, then how 'bout you listen while I tell you what I want?"

Noah raises his eyes and sees his flash bright with a deep red flame.

Ambrose smiles, dangerous and slow and Noah shivers.

Before, he had been sleepy, ready to take a quick shower, slip into bed and call it a night.

Now, it seems the night is far from over.

~ ☾ ~

"Noah... God, please... let me..."

"Not yet. Not til I say so."

"Fuck."

Ambrose's voice is strained and breathless and Noah smiles down at him, even as he wonders at himself.

A few weeks ago, even the thought of doing something like this would have had him blushing.

Noah pulls off him and slide back down, straddling his hips and riding him slow, enjoying the sight of his sweet torment maybe a little too much.

He'd told Ambrose he couldn't touch him, couldn't move until he let him and he’s been taking his time.

Noah can tell Ambrose's reaching his limit though, dragon or not and has nearly had enough but the young man finds he rather likes this view of him.

Ambrose’s hair is spread across the coverlet, his arms above his head where he grasps the top of the bed, a flush lights his cheeks while coals smolder in his eyes and the muscles of his firm abdomen shiver and twitch as he fights to restrain himself.

"Noah..." he gasps and bites his lip and Noah knows he's right at the edge.

Noah slides off him almost all the way and then stop and hold still.

"Alright," Noah whispers.

“You can finish."

Ambrose grasps Noah hips and pulls him down while thrusting up at the same time.

Noah tries to move with him but Ambrose holds him in place, fucking him hard and fast until with a final thrust he buries himself deep, then works his hand up and down Noah’s stiff shaft until he comes, his body spasming around him as Ambrose fills his lover with a sudden spill of heat.

Noah pulls off him and collapses over his chest, breathing hard and listening to the rapid thud of Ambrose’s heartbeat echoing his.

After a moment, Ambrose rubs his hands slowly up and down Noah’s back, laughing softly under his breath.

"That'll teach me to talk dirty," he says.

"Seems there's a bit of Wild in you, after all, little wolf."

"Shut up, Ambrose," Noah says, for the second time that night, though this time he says it with a smile.

Then he sighs.

They're going to need a second shower as well.

~ ☾ ~

By the time they finally get to sleep, it's well past midnight and they both drop off quickly, Ambrose spooning Noah’s back.

Usually Noah might have found it a bit stifling, to be held so tightly but tonight he finds it comforting because he can tell Ambrose finds it so.

Ambrose presses a kiss to the back of Noah’s head, gives him a final squeeze and falls into unconsciousness with a happy purr in his throat, utterly content.

Sometimes Ambrose alarms Noah with the things he does and says, making him shy away from his intensity as he might from the heat of a blazing fire or a powerful light but at the end of the day, as they've arrived at it now, Noah trusts that Ambrose loves him and that his heart is safe in his lover’s hands.

With this thought circling his brain like a flock of restless doves, sleep gathers Noah in a soft sly embrace, so that he doesn't even know it has taken him until he wake again.

When he does, it's still dark and he’s not sure what's woken him until he turns over and realizes he’s alone.

The place beside him is empty and when he shift his eyes to those of a Wolf he sees that so is the bedroom.

Noah waits a bit, thinking Ambrose might've just gone to the toilet or to get a drink of water but when five minutes go by and he's yet to return, Noah rises and pads softly across the room.

They'd let Dougal in after their... activity...

‘I'd found the thought of being watched, even by a dog, absolutely unbearable.’

And now he sleeps, undisturbed on his dog-bed in the corner.

Checking the bathroom and finding it empty, Noah heads into the hallway, padding softly towards the stairs.

Nothing stirs and the house is entirely still.

When they'd come in, they'd found their guests mercifully already retired to their rooms and had seen no sign of anyone as they'd passed, hand-in-hand like horny teens eluding our parents, up the stairs to the refuge of their room.

Now Noah descended, feeling like a sneak in the night, not even daring to whisper Ambrose's name in the dark.

At the bottom landing, he pauses.

Everything is still, nothing out of place.

Except the front door, that is, which is wide open.

Feeling a bit like that character in the horror movie who does something stupid while the audience screams from the other side of the screen, Noah moves towards it, shifting his ears as he goes.

Stepping through, he takes in the scene on the other side.

The lawn is bathed in moonlight, looking slightly less parched for the recent rain but still sparse and bald beneath the light of the moon and stars.

In the center of the yard, a figure stands, clad in a long tartan robe, his loose hair spilling down his back in a cascade of auburn curls.

At his feet lies another, immobile and prone.

Noah approaches, reaching forth a tentative hand.

"Ambrose?"

He turns but in the flat blankness of his eyes Noah sees no recognition and his face is like a mask.

"Ambrose?" Noah repeats, shaking him.

He stares at Noah a moment and then looks down.

Noah does as well.

At their feet, Brutus Oakfield lies, eyes open and unseeing, a pool of blood leaking from a wound on the side of his head.

In his hand, Ambrose holds an iron fire-poke, its end bloodied and stuck with clumps of hair.

Noah backs away from him.

"Ambrose?" Noah asks for a third time.

Ambrose stares at him and tilts his head to the side.

"Ambrose?" he repeats, in a strange, unfamiliar voice and laughs.

"No, little wolf. It is Ainach to whom you speak and Ainach to whom you have bound yourself. Ambrose is merely the pawn to my king, while I am the player."

Noah retreats another pace and trips over Brutus' feet, falling to his back on the lawn.

Ambrose, or whoever he is, stares down at Noah a moment and then seems to shake himself, a shiver coursing the whole length of him.

When he looks down at Noah again, he does so with a look of confusion and surprise.

"Noah? What in the name of all the Gods..."

Ambrose takes a step towards Noah and stops as his feet bump against Brutus' side.

He looks down, then at what he holds in his hand, then back at Noah.

Ah... fuck." he says.

"Not again."

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ambrosethedarling · 1 year

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Batfam HC

Part 2

Tim has the most convincing fake tears out of them all. Second is Steph and third is Alfred.

Jason rarely uses actual names, instead he has a million nicknames for everyone. [it’s his way of distancing himself from everyone while also showing some affection but he’ll never say that]

Duke has secret handshakes with every hero and vigilante he’s ever come across and even a few of Gotham’s own Rouges.

Damian managed to keep a pet python and tiger cub hidden for two weeks before Bruce found out. Alfred knew of course but Damian’s pets are Damian’s responsibilities.

Cass has been responsible for the breaking of two grand chandeliers and no one knows. They all just immediately assume it was Dick.

The batkids don’t actually hate going to galas and balls as much as they complain they do, they all just enjoy giving Bruce a hard time. Making him a little guilty also guarantees special dessert afterwards to make up for it. [Bruce is very aware of this]

Steph has never gotten an actual license, she just uses the various bat made ones because she cannot be bothered to go to the dmv.

When very upset, exceptionally tired, or under heavy pain meds, Dick, Jason, and Damian all go back to speaking Romani, Spanish, and Arabic respectively on instinct.

Bruce is the only other person who knows the League Dialect Damian and Talia speak. Jason and Tim understand enough to piece some things together but cannot speak it.

Barbra successfully gaslit the entire family into thinking they forgot her birthday and she was two years older than she actually is. Crowning achievement in her book.

Gift giving is a nightmare in a family full of paranoid detectives so it instead turns into a game of keep away and trying to guess the gift.

Surprisingly it’s Alfred who is the hardest to surprise.

#Ambrose talks bats #batfam hcs #tim drake #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #damian wayne #damian al ghul #cassandra cain #duke thomas #dick grayson #bruce wayne #barbra gordon #batfam #dc comics #batman

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pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow · 2 years

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Semi-coherent ramble on Skull leadership

Ok so retroactively I take back my 'Kevin is an og' hc, the way they talk about him in Silent Night just doesn't add up with that.

To start with, there's this bit.

Now, notice the following details: a) there's no proper confirmation that he'd "been blooded" (whatever the hell that means, I'm assuming some more official type of fight), and he's sent three kids the infirmary (I suppose four, given the guy they're currently beating up at that point in the story). Why is this relevant?

It's established that pretty much everyone long-term has a decent record with fights. Now, it's also mentioned that Donovan has a few scraps under his belt with the Leopards

but there's also this very specific bit that stands out to me. Donovan is a self-described "nobody" in the prison because he's not affiliated with any gangs. At the same time, it's established that the gangs are frequently fighting until the cave-in, so it makes sense that after five years, Donovan still has significantly fewer fights than the average gang kids would. (Background it's established that one of the newest Leopard recruits already has several knife wounds on his face, despite being new enough that Donovan has no recognition of the kid).

So why does Kevin, so frequently described as a psychopath, and also the guy who is second in command at the main gang, have such a low kill/maim count? Two options:

He's a coward. Not impossible, but pretty unlikely, especially given how Ambrose backs his violence most of the time and it's canon that even the Skull leader himself fears Kevin's bloodlust.

He's relatively new.

Given the combination of rumors and position, I'd pin his arrival sometime in between a month and half a year ago. The low kill count would suggest more recent arrival, but position and the fact that there could be plenty of non/semi-lethal fights also factor in and probably give at least a few months. This may also explain some of their interactions.

Why does Kevin join the Skulls then, if he's new and extremely violent? Why not just kill whoever he wants?

Probably because of the above bit. Most of the tough kids join the Skulls because as tough as one guy can be, he can't really hold against a whole gang (Solitary gives us that 50 or so inmates went for the break and most of them were Skulls, so factoring in the ones who were there in Death Sentence the gang's numbers are ballpark low-mid 30s minimum). Kevin would probably have joined from both that and the fact that as a Skull, he gets to unleash that violence on other inmates.

Now I turn to Death Sentence for pining down a second Skull's rep. Specifically, Bodie. (Note: For this part, I do have the book with me and open to the pages, but I'm too lazy to type out the full quote and low-key I'm not sure I am even gonna be able to transcribe word for word bc I have not been sleeping "healthy" amounts.)

Bodie is established right off the bat in book 3 as a respected inmate when he manages to kill the entire prison riot's urge to off Alex and Simon with exactly one shot. The fact that he's "standing between [Alex] and the crowd" (174) to do so puts him directly into the line of fire (including from his own) and establishes his stance quickly. All of the inmates stop immediately and back off when he says they'll answer to him for killing the two.

The very next thing we learn is that Bodie speaks with "a lazy drawl that nevertheless carried an icy authority," (174). Silent Night had established that Kevin has a notoriously short temper and frequently targets the new fish.

(Brief tangent, but this for me adds to the theory that Kevin himself is fairly new here. He hasn't been around long enough to be respected properly by the old-time inmates but he can intimidate them with violence and cow the new fish into submission early on so they think he's always been here and always will be.)

Bodie does not do that. He doesn't need his lieutenants to grab anyone, or to yell directly in someone's face, to get attention. His phrasing is also decently important here, cause he establishes he understands what the others are feeling but that Alex and Simon are not to be hurt.

The fact that over a hundred inmates, many of whom are down there for legitimate crimes (Silent Night's epilogue establishes the framing of the newest inmates is a contrast to their usual intake) are all listening to Bodie almost instantly is a sign of actual respect and not fear. Fear would have been them ignoring the shotgun or simply killing Bodie and continuing their destruction.

Past that, there's the thing he says right after Alex misses on the first hit.

"You want another shot or you wanna let the professionals do it?" (183). Now that's not a great time-gauger, but Alex was in gen pop for I believe six weeks minimum (approx 1 week pre-first blood watch, about a week between that and the 'a month at most, if we're lucky' line, and then the month of prep) so I'm guessing 'professionals' means several months to years worth of experience, probably at least a year given that it's primarily gang kids working at the door in the moment.

The other big time marker I have so far is the unofficial funeral Bodie gives to the dead Skull and Fifty-Niner. "Knew them both from the street, soldiers then and always," (195). The odds of Bodie having known two different guys from two different gangs on the surface, and recognizing them if they were sent down at different times are low, as are the odds of the three of them ending up in the Furnace around the same time for any reason other than a gang war. When was the biggest gang war, you ask? The Summer of Slaughter, aka five years ago. At a minimum, this gives the knowledge that Bodie knew both of the inmates for a while, long enough to consider them men instead of kids and to remember them on the street, so it makes the most sense to think he's an og.

During his speech, there's the iconic bit we all remember about the them that say being the ones who get ended by them that play. But right before that we get " 'Yous all know the rules of the street,' Bodie went on. 'Well, those of yous who're in here 'cause of the game, that is," (211) which seems a helluva lot more like a line from someone who was involved in the game than an audience member.

Now with all that in mind, why did Ambrose choose Kevin as a lieutenant?

I'd say there's a handful of factors but the two biggest ones I can think of are dynamic and bloodlust.

Typically the best way to balance out leadership is actually contrasting personality. If one person is reasonable and the other is barely restraining their bloodlust, it's surprisingly effective as both an intimidation tactic and as enforcement. I have no doubt that if Donovan had pissed off Ambrose, he would have sent in Kevin.

Bodie and Ambrose are a bit too similar in the sense that they're relatively laid back, although from the descriptions we get of both (admittedly rather lacking) put Ambrose as a long-time fighter and violent person. But he's still more laid back than Kevin and putting the most insane kid available as his second-in-command adds to Ambrose's power more than Bodie would have.

(There's also the possibility that Ambrose didn't trust Bodie not to plan a coup or try to manipulate him, and thought that he'd be safe from that with Kevin but we never see them interact so this is complete speculation based solely on the line about how Bodie's been waiting to use his ability to persuade people of shit in the Furnace.)

But with all that being said, there is the possibility that Kevin joining wasn't just protection for him, but for Ambrose as well. From the way the events in the kitchen and the chipping room go down, Ambrose's offer to Donovan is based on both Donovan's potential use for the Skulls and the potential danger he could bring to the gang. Even if the kid standing up to the Skulls dies, it still sends a message to the other inmates of weakness.

Now instead of Donovan, who usually keeps to himself and avoids trouble with the Skulls when he can, substitute Kevin. There's a decent chance that he would have killed at least some of the Skulls, with Ambrose especially at risk as his cellmate. Inviting him in is a power play, placing Kevin under Ambrose on the hierarchy but still giving him a high position and relative authority. The intended outcome was most likely that Kevin's bloodlust would be redirected and Ambrose's position would be safe.

I suspect it's the conversations Ambrose has with Donovan in front of Kevin that changes this outcome.

Why would Kevin not want Donovan in the gang? There's a handful of reasons.

To start with, Donovan's an old-timer who already has an established reputation, even as a "nobody". Add in that it was his "idea" to off the Leopards via cave-in. Multiply by Adam and Ambrose having a certain level of passing familiarity (best guess would probably be they got along well enough in juvie but the slaughter crossed a moral line) and Donovan being big enough and strong enough to put up a good fight, even if he's overall a pacifist.

Kevin's thoughts are probably that Donovan joining shifts the dynamic. Ambrose would trust a prisoner who's been here longer more than he would Kevin, and Donovan has no bloodlust to speak of and prefers to avoid fights. This could mean loss of both power and violent outlets for Kevin.

Factor in the atmosphere of the Furnace. No one trusts anyone else properly. Friendships don't really exist most of the time. Everyone puts up a constant front to hide weakness.

The tree in Adam and Donovan's cell isn't just a little holiday thing, it's them pulling down the front and being vulnerable. Ambrose being even a little swayed by the tree is a sign of weakness. A sign that Kevin doesn't particularly like either way, and probably doesn't appreciate that it came from the same guy that Ambrose is already offering a place in the Skulls to, more than once. This could mean some major shifts in dynamic but more importantly, this weakens Ambrose's image in Kevin's eyes and therefore also weakens the respect and fear.

Clearly, the simplest way for Kevin to get things going his way are to kill Ambrose and take over the Skulls, who are unlikely to want revenge for that because of Furnace's rules about strengths and weaknesses. (The same reason they don't bother getting revenge for Kevin when Gary takes over). People who were here longer than him still know he's not above murdering all of them and new fish can easily be bullied into fear and obedience. (Separately, the way Ambrose and Kevin's beatdown of the new kid is described suggests that the usual hazing happens more naturally in the first few days, not with a welcome party the way Kevin did it, but that's also me really reaching so take that with some salt).

Then, why bring Bodie on as his lieutenant?

Probably because Bodie now balances the loose-canon and sanity dynamic. Bodie can handle messages, negotiations, and general maintenance and Kevin is free to keep up his reign of terror. Plus, Bodie's been in the Furnace for a long time and probably was an og Skull, so him obeying Kevin as leader (and not just as Ambrose's lieutenant) cements Kevin's new status.

Then, after Kevin is gone and Gary is gone and a decent chunk of the Skulls went off into Room Two and bit the bullet, who do the remaining Skulls turn to? The guy who's been here the longest, has some experience with being in charge under his belt, and isn't about to repeat Kevin's torture bits or Gary's full on psycho routine, ie Bodie.

This got really away from me but to sum up the concepts of my theory (tldr):

Kevin gets put as Ambrose's lieutenant despite being relatively new because a) it makes Ambrose look more powerful and b) puts Kevin firmly on the Skull's side.

Kevin obeys Ambrose while Ambrose is still sufficiently "strong" and the things he does/lets Kevin do are agreeable to Kevin.

Between the offer made to Donovan and the softening up around the tree, Kevin now thinks of Ambrose as sufficiently weak. It's easiest to kill Ambrose in his sleep, so Kevin does that.

With all of the lunatics gone, Bodie is now in charge in no small part because at this point everyone just wants relative normality and Bodie isn't constantly torturing people or insisting on killing for no reason, but can still maintain authority as an og inmate.

Two other bits of Silent Night I ended up using for references (aside from the ones above):

But yeah, this is my new lame-ass overthought concept and I have put waaaayyyyy too much faith in my ability to comprehend throwaway lines accurately

#escape from furnace #eff this #scattering braincelles #kevin arnold #gary owens #Ambrose pope #carl donovan #bodie #bodie (eff)#the skulls (eff)#leopards (eff)#worldbuilding #whole lotta thought for a whole lotta weird opinions in here but I am low-key proud of the attempted deep-dive here

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gasstationparkinglot · 2 years

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Intro Post!

We figure we should add an intro here! Right off the bat i’d like to say that we don’t always know who’s fronting, so sometimes we’ll use tags and sometimes we wont! the use of i/me will also be common, we’re all used to referring to ourselves that way, so that’ll likely be more common than we/us

You can use any of our alter names to refer to us, but if you would prefer to use just one then Nox will work just fine!

Onto proper introductions of everyone! This is pretty bare bones and might update over time, i don’t super know what to put for everyone beyond what they do in the system

Zach/Nox: I’m the host! He/it pronouns, and both me and the body are 19

Ambrose/Bro: No specifically named role, but he tends to prioritize friends and family to a high degree and does a lot of the work to help protect ppl we care about and keep good relationships. He’s very level headed and calm in stressful situations, and i know the most about him in particular. no specific age but he’s older (30s maybe?), he/him

Piconjo: Like Ambrose his role isn’t named, but he’s got a lot of the directed anger, if he’s pissed there’s a reason behind it and an end goal in mind, but he’s not all anger! A very fuck around and find out kinda dude and highly impulsive, if ambrose is the chill older brother piconjo is the one that helps you light off fireworks in a walmart parking lot. I think hes mid twenties but we aren’t sure, and he uses He/it pronouns

Benny: Also go by BB and Beltboy! He/him, 20-smthn, im uhhh new so i’ll probably be filling this out more as time goes on but i like to think im laid back n shit! I just wanna chill n smoke n hang out on a porch at night n talk abt life with whoever’ll put up with me for it

Dave: We dont really know what he does! He’s here but if he does anything in particular im not sure what it is. 18 ish, he/him

DS: He holds onto a lot of our trauma i think, but his role isn’t too clear either. around dave’s age? He/him

Feral: Holds a LOT of trauma and emotions from a very stressful time in my life, he’s a lot like me but sort of shifted to the left and infinitely more tired, 18 or 19, he/it [Music: Past My Prime]

Kevin: He helps with work a lot! He can stay focused on tasks and work rlly efficiently until things r actually done instead of getting sidetracked like i tend to. He’s the most talkative i’ve noticed, and he’s kinda judgy but in a funny way. Age unknown, he/it pronouns [Music: Under My Skin]

Buzzo: he's super super defensive and closed off, I doubt he'll actually post here much, n just generally antisocial. I don't wanna like invade his privacy so I'll mostly leave it at that til i get permission to post more. He/him pronouns

That’s everyone i know of right now, but the list might always be updated later!

#idk how to introduce alters #its really obvious who i know the most about #hopefully i didnt introduce them weird?

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relamune · 1 year

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using the questions from here with Hauser :> Didn't answer all of them as I didnt have thought out answers for some but ah well.

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how does your muse get local news and updates on current events? are they up to date with all the latest goings-on or do they prefer to avoid it altogether?

He doesn't really keep up to date with local news for no other reason than he just doesn't care enough to go out of his way. He's absolutely the type to see news articles on twitter days later, shrug about it, and then return to his day. Unless it affects him or his loved ones, he couldn't care less.

did your muse grow up with any particular television shows? do they have a favorite, or a memory tied to these shows?

There were absolutely shows he watched as a kid though none really stuck with him at the time as he was too caught up in the gang life during his early teenage years. Actually, it wasn't until his adulthood that he came to appreciate cartoons. He usually binge watches old shows (think like rugrats type old school) while he's stoned, he finds them more entertaining.

how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes?

He absolutely hates dress-up events if we're talking fancy dress parties. He would stick out like a sore thumb for MANY reasons there. Halloween, though, he loves though he wouldn't admit it. His effort usually depends on if he joins a costume contest or not that year. If he does, he'll go all out. If not, walmart clearance is fine.

does your muse stay up to date with the latest fashion trends? describe their style. where do they typically buy their clothes? who was their first celebrity crush?

He dresses like he's straight out of the early 70s rock scene. Absolutely not, he has no idea about fashion trends and thinks a lot of the present day stuff is pointless. Take this with a grain of salt, though, as he was absolutely a Hot Topic Mall Goth in his early teen years so. As for the celebrity crush, I wouldn't say he "crushed" on anyone in particular but he definitely vibed with Siouxie Sioux & similar musicians.

what would your muse's bio say if they were on a dating app?

He'd be the type to have a shirtless bathroom mirror pic ngl. Lots of blurry were-form selfies too. Bio would be something along the lines of :: " Werewolf4Werewolf, Pansexual, Gymbro, not interested in Packs, The only thing worse than my RBF is my mommy issues. dtf? "

Can probably guess he's not exactly popular on the dating apps lmao

what kind of phone does your muse have, and how customized is it? does it have a basic case or something more unique? is the screen cracked? do they have a popsocket or other accessories on it?

He definitely has something cheap that breaks very easily, which is evident by the large crack on his screen from one end of the phone to the other. He's had it for years and until it finally completely dies on him, has absolutely no interest in getting a new one. It still works so its still good. He doesn't have a case but he does have a lil bat charm on it that makes him think of Ambrose.

who was the one family member your muse always looked up to, if any?

His aunt by FAR as she was the only one willing to actually sit down and talk with him and hear him out on his issues. Dude still has a lot of anger issues he's working through but talking with Solange helps him rationalize a LOT. She's the only one in his family he really gives half a fuck about.

if your muse drives a car, have they personalized it in any way (bumper stickers, things hanging from the rearview mirror, etc.)?

He doesn't drive, he can't afford a car. If he can't get there by way of his wolf form then it's public transit all the way. If he could, he'd try to avoid the latter though.

if given a choice between having a night in or spending the night out on the town, which would they most likely choose and why?

Night in. There's less people there. Occasionally he might opt for a bar or a club but it's not really often he does. Otherwise it's Ambrose dragging him out to explore the city.

what are your muse's favorite scents, and what do they associate them with?

He loves that smell just before it rains and the smell of burning wood. It gives him a cozy campfire feeling. He's also finding out he's slowly enjoying the scent of a specific brand of cologne that Ambrose wears but that one might be a bit too obvious.

what kind of shopper is your muse? are they a slow, methodical shopper, a list-maker, or a grab the items and go kind of person? how long do they usually spend getting their groceries? how long do they spend clothes shopping? do they use changing rooms?

Hauser absolutely is not the type to take his time shopping. He knows what he's there for and nothing more. In and out quickly is his preferred way. As for clothes shopping, he usually seeks out thrift stores or secondhand shops. He'll use changing rooms as he's too concerned about wasting money.

if something bad happens, who will your muse call first?

Depends on the situation. If he's in trouble/hurt, he's calling Ambrose. If he needs advice or to vent/rant/etc, he's calling his aunt.

if your muse was made into an action figure, what would their five catchphrases be?

"FUCKING BITCH." (it is quickly discontinued) what are your muse's biggest fears, and what caused them?

Abandonment despite the fact he's usually the first to run away, as has been proven several times throughout his story. As for why he's like this, simply it is all he's known not to trust anybody. It usually ends in him getting physically hurt or his friends murdered.

does your muse know how to fight? describe their fighting style. if someone was threatening them and about to attack, how would they respond?

He can fight, yes. He doesn't have a particular "style" of fighting, just very much Bite Them Before They Bite You. He only fights in his were-form tho as claws+fangs are a lot more effective.

will your muse eat at fast food restaurants? if they're on a time crunch, what type of food will they grab?

Oh fast food is his jam (totally not because he never learned how to cook). His go to is usually just a burger & fries

did your muse's parents pass down any quirks or habits that your muse now does? what are they?

If they did, he's not aware of any. His parents cared for him while at the same time let him do whatever he liked. (which ultimately led to him being a rowdy teen that got involved in gangs but I digress). They could have been far worse parents but they could have been far better too rather than leaving their only child to deal with his own emotions & issues.

does you muse like road trips, or would they prefer to fly in a plane? what are their thoughts on roadside attractions and tourist traps? when visiting new cities, do they prefer to see the most popular sites, or pretend to be a local and blend in?

As someone that was on the run for awhile for two separate incidents, he highly prefers staying home. He likes the stability he's built for himself. If he ever went on a trip, he'd be too anxious the entire time to actually enjoy himself as he associates long distance trips with those two times he was trying to escape.

what does your muse's bedroom look like? is it cluttered or clean? do they use the overhead lighting, or use lamps and other things to provide a better ambience? do they make their bed every morning or leave it unmade?

Messy but in a maximalist sense? Lots of vintage old heavy rock memorabilia & posters & such, things like that. Everything has a place and everything is in it's place & if its ever "cleaned", it'll feel messy to him since he wouldn't be able to find anything. He's also not really the type to make his bed but sometimes he'll smooth out the wrinkles. Sometimes. He's usually always burning some type of incense, usually patchouli.

is your muse a 'this is a really nice box, i should save it' kind of person, or do they tend to throw things out no matter what?

He's not a hoarder but he definitely collects a lot of things, definitely evident in his home by all the knick knacks and tiny things he has. If he likes it, he will try to get it.

#ch. hauser

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