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msookyspooky · 7 months

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Goin' Hunting

You've been running from Bo all around Ambrose for the last hour...And he finally catches you in the woods.

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader • CNC • Dubcon • S/M • Master/Submissive • Primal Play • Outdoor Sex • Rough Penetration VP • Fingering • Humiliation • Domination • Degredation • Praise Kink • Later; Established Relationship and Brat Dynamic from Reader

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Your heart pounded as you sprinted to the woods. God damn it, you were so close! So fucking close to escaping.

Gasping for air, legs aching, knees weak and stumbling as you kept running...You heard a long...Low... Whistle...Somewhere behind you in the woods.

You froze, plastering yourself up against a tree. Sweat was dripping down your face and into your eyes as you blinked it away. It was pitch black outside except for a Quarter Moon. Bryer bushes scrapped exposed skin except for your jeans and flannel. It was October in Ambrose...Still warm for Louisiana but there was a damp heaviness in the air that made a chill ghost over your skin.

"C'mon out, darlin'....Ya ain't gettin' away. Ya know this...YER JUS' MAKIN' IT HARDER ON YERSELF!" He yelled out with both amusement and frustration lacing his thick Southern Accent. He was a predator. Through and through. He looked at you not like a human but like some scared little rabbit running from him.

You knew what he'd do if he caught you.

You covered your mouth, eyes wide to try and not say anything. Trying not to whimper as your eyes darted to the side.

He was in blue coveralls and that hat that read sweetbird 69. His tall broad shouldered frame crept past your tree and you felt your heart drop out. Trembling with anxiety as he looked around and looked the other way before huffing to himself and walking away from back where he came.

You felt your shoulders untense as you finally took a tiny, quiet breath you were holding. Slowly releasing your mouth and waiting a few moments. You snuck a peek seeing he wasn't there. He must have went back to the road or to Ambrose to hunt for you.

You took the risk to make a run for it. Lester! If you could get to the road, if he saw you, he could get you out of here and you could win this.

You shoved off the tree taking off before releasing a scream when you got tackled to the ground.

"GOTCHYA!"

You struggled and he slammed you down with a grin. "Shh, shhhh." He told you as you fought him. Trying to crawl away from under him with fistfuls of leaves and soil in your fingers as he just grabbed you by your thighs and dragged you back to him.

"I don't think so, honey." He growled out and with a slight grunt flipped you onto your back where you had even less leverage.

"Get the fuck off me!" You yelled, teeth gritted as you tried shoving him off. "Motherfucker, get off!!"

He just chuckled at your attempts to shove his big self. He was well over 6'1, probably close to or was 180 lbs of muscle mostly and had an aggression in him that just spurred him on.

He grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks. "Shhh...Shh, it's okay. It's over now. Ya aint gotta fight no more."

You kept struggling, grunts and cries escaping you as you screamed.

"Go ahead! Scream all ya want, sweetheart. Yer gonna be doin' plenty of it tonight...Ain't nobody around to hear ya." He mused with a sadistic smirk.

You tried to use your hand to shove him off by his face and he just grabbed both your wrist and jerked them down. Pinning them to your sides. Your heart hammered, your body trembled, a tingling went through your whole body at realizing just how strong he was. No matter your strength, he was stronger and had the upperhand...He could do whatever he wanted and you were helpless.

He smiled down at you. A bit of sweat curling his hair near his forehead as he caught his breath a bit from chasing you. "Yer a fun one, ain't ya?" He shoved you down more as you flinched with wide eyes. "Gave me quite a workout chasin' yer fine ass all over town. But I won. And now? I think I deserve a prize for winnin'."

He came foreward and tried to kiss you and you tried to bite him. He just laughed heartily in amusement at you. "Biting are we? I didn't take you for a feral dog...More like a sweet lil toy I get to use...Is that what you are? My toy I get to use?"

"Fuck you!"

"Don't you worry bout that. Imma do plenty of it out here." He retorted with a dark chuckle.

"You'll never get away with this! You don't have to do this, I won't tell, please!" You tried to reason as you felt him switch your wrist so he had you by one hand, pinned over your head. The other large hand of his roamed with that black and silver ring reflecting off the moon every so often. You could see his veins in his hand as he jerked at your belt and you whimpered and shook your head.

"Hey." He sternly told you before his voice became sweet and mocking once more. "You're gonna be a good lil thing for me, ain't ya? It'll only hurt for a lil bit. Jus' a few minutes of pain, nothin' too bad. I'll be done before ya know it."

He unsnapped your belt with one hand and worked on the button of your jeans as you fought and struggled in a panic. "N-No! No, don't-"

He cut you off by shhing you again. His blue eyes gleaming down at you with his pupils dilated. A sick smirk on his face. He was enjoying seeing you almost in tears, seeing you scared, feeling you fight him. He was a sadist, that was for sure.

You screamed and used your last bit of strength to knee him in the lower side as hard as you could. He grunted as you got away. But just enough to get a foot away before he grabbed you while you both were still on the ground.

He shoved you into a sitting position against the base of a tree. "Now, why ya fightin' for? Yer jus' makin it worse on yerself!...That knee kinda hurt, sweetheart. " He grinned that lopsided grin of his with his brows furrowed a bit. "The more ya fight, the worse its gonna get. I was gonna go easy on ya but now? I think you need tore up a lil bit. Need those sexy thighs to have some bruises even a few welts on that nice ass too-" He smacked the side of your ass through your jeans with a smirk. "I think you can handle it."

You stared at him with wide eyes as he held you by the throat up against the tree. On his knees while you sat. Everytime you raised an arm he squeezed tight enough to make your vision blurred. Once your arms fell to your sides he loosened it just enough to let you get tiny breaths of air. "Good...tha's a good toy for me."

You had tears in your eyes, gasping for air, sweat dripping off you as you could do nothing now. He was in control and he knew it. You felt small, helpless, vulnerable.

You whimpered with a cut off cry as you felt his calloused fingers dip into your jeans and feel your pussy. Running along the outers lips and just barely dipping in.

He pulled his hand out with a giant grin and a laugh at how wet you were. Coating his fingers in long slick trails of wetness from...The excitement? Adrenaline? Your body just reacting to this situation? Either way, you jerked your head away with shame.

"Ain't that jus' beautiful... It's like you know jus' how to turn yerself on...." He ripped your jeans off and then ripped at that flannel to expose you more. "I think yer startin' to like this, baby...Do you like this? Do you like knowing I can take whatever I want from your body and you can't do nothin' to stop it? Ya like the rush of fightin' an' runnin' from me?"

You furiously shook your head and gasped when you felt his thumb make rough circles over your clit. Jolting and trying to squirm away with no where to go. He used his hand to jerk your head to look at him while he kept rubbing your now hardening clit. "Ah, ah. Yer gonna look at me and tell me how much this is turning you on."

You shook your head with his fingers still digging into your jaw. You grit your teeth trying to ignore the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. "No...No, I don't."

He smirked. "Really? That why yer pussys so wet?" He jeered. "Now...Say it."

You refused stubbornly and he pinched your clit lightly hood and all. Your back arched and jolted in pain and pleasure at the same time. But the pain was a bit more as he did it again harder this time as you forced out with shut clenched eyes. "I enjoy it!"

He chuckled and gently rubbed soothing circles over your aching clit. "There ya go...Oh sweetheart. That is so sensitive! I can't wait to make ya scream for me." He grabbed your chin roughly again and forced you to look at him while he rubbed you there.

You tried so hard not to give him the satisfaction of seeing your body betray you. But your brows rose up and your mouth parted as he smeared some wetness over your clit and used two calloused fingers to rub underneath and all around your aching bundle of nerves.

He smirked that lopsided toothy grin at you. "I don't know about you, Sweetheart, but my bodies tellin' me to take somethin' from this lil situation...What's yer body tellin' you?"

You whisper to him, face hot and tears in your lashes. "P-Please, don't."

A dark brow rose as his fingers dipped down lower. "Yer beggin'? Funny, I don't remember askin'. Ya need to realize somethin' here, darlin'...I'M in charge. Not you. And I don't remember askin' for permission or askin' if you wanted this...This is allll for me."

"P-Please-"

"Hush." He jeered, seeming to get short with you as his thick masculine digit barely went in before he took it out and did two. Your mouthed opened in a shaky gasp as he kept talking. "Now we're gonna do this my way. You just need t' shut up and let me enjoy this moment without all that bitchin'."

His fingers stretched you but there wasn't too much resistance with how wet you were. Just a short moment of discomfort with the sudden stretch before he started curling his fingers and twisting them up into that cushioned frontal wall. The man was the devil.

You couldn't even contain the whimpering moan as he kept a firm grip on your chin so he could see your face at all times.

"Oh God, don't." You softly moan out as he just picked up the pace on your already adrenaline high turned on body.

"I don't think ya get it, darlin'...This is happening one way or another. Here in Ambrose, yer gonna learn what I say goes and if I want to make yer body get an ounce of pleasure before I have my fun then that's jus' how it'll be...Just relax." He cooed the last part with an evil smirk.

This wasn't for your benefit. He just loved forcing it out of you. Loved seeing the shame on your face as your own body betrays you.

You released a sobbing sort of moan. He leaned forward. "Just...Give in Sweetheart." He chuckled and got closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yerself. Jus' let it feel good."

His fingers kept doing that upward tickling motion on your g spot as your thighs started to quiver. A gasp escaped you as he kept coaxing you with his fingers and his words to cum.

He grinned when you moaned louder, feeling your inner muscles clench his fingers a bit as that heated started pooling in you. "Oh, no more fight in ya, huh? Where did that fiesty lil fighter go?" He pulled his fingers out as you whined in protest. So close you could almost taste it. "Oh so you liked that. Well you ain't enjoying nothin' without me." He started undoing the fly on his coveralls.

You tried to have some resistance. Some form of pride left as you felt tears running down your cheeks and you numbly shook your head. In a pleading tone. "No."

He sternly told you in a half sneer half smirk. "I don't remember askin' you a damn thing about what you wanted." He pulled himself out. Hard as can be and even leaking a bit as he pumped his cock a few times "Whaddya think this dance is for? Yer in Ambrose now. This is what we do to sexy lil things like you that get in over their head."

He grabbed your arms and pushed in. Your head reeled back and...God damn...He felt...Good. He shouldn't! But his was such a perfect size and shape to you in your nervous, excited, fearful and turned on body. You could feel a second hearbeat in your clit and your inner walls ached. They ached so bad from his teasing that the stretch felt like much needed itch that had to be stratched. It hurt a little at how forceful he pushed in but it hurt so good at the same time as your head snapped back and your hips bucked at the sudden intrusion with a strangled cry from your lips.

He chuckled, not moving for only a few seconds. Grinning in pure sadistic pleasure. "Oh you like that, don't ya?" He pulled out thrust forward with a harsh grunt while gripping your hair; forcing you to look at him. "If I remember correctly, this whole thing!-" He thrust harshly again as you saw stars and felt a deep aching soreness in your lower abdomen that hurt but fuck it was a good hurt. The type of pain that was easily overlooked for the building pleasure you were feeling. "-Started from you trying to fight me so hard!" He grunted again through clenched teeth as he thrust hard into you, this time it hit deep and you cried in pain a little. "Well how you like it now, huh? Ya like it rough?"

You tried to bite your lip and shake your head and then the bastard switched it up. Pulling out halfway and doing short but fast trusts right on your g spot and you groaned low in your throat. He laughed at that.

"Oh yes you do, darlin'. All that fighting in the beginning? You just wanted me to get this out of your system." He kept thrusting grunting a bit as he leaned in and nibbled at your ear. "You like it when I'm in charge. Yer just too shy to admit it."

You gasp and tremble as that thrusting is so damn firm and hard and fast and the fucker angled his hips upward. He knew what he was doing as you felt your inner muscles involuntarily clench around him.

"There we go, beautiful. Now ya ain't thinkin' bout it s' hard." He raised your chin to look at him. "Ya don't wanna ruin this moment. Cause this might be the best moment of whatever time you got left...So just enjoy the ride." He let go of your chin and shoved your thighs upward while thrusting deeper and fadter. "Oooh fuck, baby...Shit." He grunted out with a tiny moan himself as he went hard in you.

Your eyes rolled back and a tiny grunt of 'no', 'please', 'I can't' escaped you every thrust as your inner muscles betrayed you. Starting to do a milking motion around his cock on their own as he moaned a bit.

"Oh, that's it. S' good for me...It's alright, sweetheart. Nobody has to know ya like this. This can be yer dirty lil secret."

"I d-don't." You forced out not even believing it yourself as your face screwed up in pleasure the deeper he went.

"Hah, there's that face again." He grunted out with a slight smirk. Sweating and face flushed as he drove into you. "Ya can't hide it, darlin'. I can see it in yer eyes. I know you like this. Your sweet pussy keeps suckin' me in...Sopping wet....Urgh!" He groaned when you involuntarily clenched and it made his face screw up into a sneer as he pounded you on the forest floor against the base of that tree. He jerked your head back by your hair. "You love this. It's why I can make ya do anything. You're mine in Ambrose. You do what I say and you love it or learn t' love it."

"Noo-" You moaned out feeling yourself getting closer as tears kept pricking your eyes.

"Yes!" He laughed out through a moan while his blue eyes stared into yours. "You're doin' such a good job of makin' this fun for me. What a good toy you are, fightin' me and actin' like you don't like it. Yer goddamn pathetic, darlin'. A filthy, naughty lil liar whose pussy is betrayin' em."

You trembled, high pitched cries escaping you. "Yess-" You shook yourself realizing with shame you just said that. "No." You gasped.

He grinned while he kept thrusting a spot you seemed to like. "Yeah, ya like it. I think this whole chase was jus' you puttin' up some walls so you didn't look so desperate...You're so pathetic darlin'. Don't try to fake it. You love this. Maybe I'll keep ya around a lil longer and walk ya around Ambrose on a leash? Show anyone and everyone what a good pet I can make you be...You'll get addicted to this, sweetie...Good lil whore-"

You couldn't contain it any longer as those wonderful tingles and seering heat just washed over you. You hung your head back and yelled out in orgasmic bliss as he kept fucking you. He was right, you did scream. You couldn't even hold it back and you didn't want to. This was too damn animalistic and primal and wrong not to cry out.

He stuttered his hips a bit at how hard your pussy was clenching him as your hips bucked. "Fuckin' shit, honey." He gasped out. As soon as you calmed down and your muscles where just contracting every so often he huffed with a smirk. "Ooh you are such a lil freak, darlin! I haven't had one like you in too damn long. Maybe I was wrong...You're not pathetic, yer disgusting. Yer body doesn't lie as much as yer mouth does." He leered with a sadistic grin as he panted while thrusting.

You laid there satisfied. The adrenaline gone...The game over as you gave him a lazy smirk while he kept thrusting.

He looked a bit perplexed while moving slower in you. "What's that face for? Ya finally ready to admit yer nothin' but a naughty toy for me?"

You grinned and leaned forward to kiss his nose. He completely stopped thrusting. Looking with wide eyes and a faint tinge to his face before giving you a wry smirk. "Hey, jus' cause the games over for you don't mean it is for me....Stop bein' sweet, damn it."

You chuckled, blissed out on cloud nine. God Damn that was the type of orgasm that...You need a nap, a drink, a cigarette. Fuck. All you could do was with tear streaked cheeks and watery eyes and a heated face just give him that dumb satisfied grin.

He thrust a few more times before you decided to help a bit. Tired of the game and wanting your lover to hurry up so you could go shower and cuddle in bed all night. You used those inner muscles to clench and unclench while swiveling your hips the best way you could. He gasped out. "Hey! Heey, I'm in charge!... Urgh, fuckin' damn it YN!" He screwed his face shut and groaned low in his throat as he thrusted a few more times before panting and staying in one spot. "...Shit....Uh fuck." He panted out before looking back up at you. Giving you an annoyed look.

"...We'll have to think of a better punishment for you. Yer too damn freaky and I'm gonna have to be creative. Yer such a bad lil thing." He finally cracked a smile himself.

You were out of subspace. The chase and fighting and roleplay was over as you huffed with a coy smile. "I am not."

He pulled out of you and just held you for a moment. "Oh, yes you are. It's okay to be naughty jus' don't be so stubborn bout it." He looked at you before kissing your forehead with a sigh. "But it does make it more fun. You're such a perfect toy...Still gotta make you work for it though."

I scoffed. "Why?"

He smirked down at you. "Cause you'll be the most spoiled brat if I let you get whatever you want whenever you want. You're insatiable. I'll never get anything done around here!"

"Oh no, spoiling me? How awful." You chuckled and he smiled fondly down at you in return.

He stared down at you, using his thumb to caress your cheek. This was...It was interesting. You WERE a victim...You and him bonded during your time in that room. What started out as a supposed Master/Slave dynamic quickly became something more the more he got to know you. He fought it hard but after a while he couldn't deny his caring for you. You were that missing piece. It helped your inner freak matched his. You brought out his sadism to the point he rarely got other victims. You were too fun. And he brought out that side of you that wanted to be dominated and taken care of. This chade thing was your idea after you taunted him he was gonna get too tired to chase victims eventually anyways. All it took was a 'wanna bet?' and that predatory sadistic look in his eyes and you took off in both fear and glee making him work for it the last hour. You playing like you hated it and fighting him was all part of the game.

"What?" You asked as he gazed down at you.

"...Thinking how much I hate you. How damn soft you've made me." He had his hand around your throat. "Should've killed ya months ago. Ain't never let a toy get this comfortable."

You knew he was bluffing as you gazed up at him with soft eyes. You quickly found a look that made him weak and you pulled it out when you really needed it. His eye twitched in irritation as he kissed you. "Damn you..."

You kissed him chaste and sweet before telling him pleasantly. "You love me."

I tiny smile tried tugging his lips. "I tolerate you." He lost the smile, sighed, then just let it come back again. "...I do care for ya quite a bit though, honey. I ain't felt like this in too damn long."

"Sounds like love but you're too stubborn. C'mon, say it. 'I love you'."

"Glad to hear you admit it, brat." He huffed in bemusement while giving mock anger. "You ain't in charge here."

"Come oonnn, it's just us in the woods! Ain't like you haven't said it before. " You teased softly.

He groaned, rolling his eyes and acting more annoyed then you knew he was. "Fine. I love ya, ya fuckin' pain in the ass....Should've left the glue on yer mouth when I had you tied to that chair." He sighed with a slight smirk. "Come on. Let's go home." He helped you up. His body language of steadying you and his eyes roaming over you to make sure he didn't hurt you as much as normal victims; betrayed him. You were so tempted to retort 'something something...Body's not lying as much as your mouth does-" But you relented. Getting your pants back on.

You flinched when moving.

He looked pleased with himself. "Sore?" All before looking at you tenderly. That look reserved only on rare occasions for you. "C'mon, baby. Let's get you home...This was fun."

You let him lead you, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

You finally said once you got out of the woods. "I almost made it to the road. You know the rules...If Lester or some car picks me up to lead me back to Ambrose? I'm in charge. You will be MY toy for a change."

He let out a hearty laugh. "That ain't happened yet and it ain't gonna."

You gave him a determined smirk. "Wanna bet?"

"Are you challenging me? Yer gonna lose, darlin'. Remember your place...But fine. Jus' cause I know I'll win. How bout we do this again tomorrow night if you can walk properly."

You chuckled. A bit sore but too satisfied to care. "You're on, Bo...What collar do you wanna wear when I win?"

He smacked your ass while walking with an amused chuckle. Clearly not thinking you could win. "Oh shut up. I'm just gonna make that punishment even worse next time, smart ass." But he pulled you close and bent down to kiss your forehead as you both walked the empty Ambrose streets back to the house.

#Here my children. I have brought food. 🤲#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair #bo sinclair house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair smut #afab reader #afab reader smut #house of wax imagine #how 2005 #how imagine #house of wax (2005)#house of wax imagines

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bluestempigeons · 11 months

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Sweetbird

#pet pigeon #the great and mysterious sooty

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butterfly-writer · 1 year

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Surprise!

Hawks x Male!Reader

Summary: Y/N wanted to give Hawks a gift, but why? No reason! It was just a random day and he felt like it. And Y/N decided to pick up a new hobby!

★☽A/N: I love crocheting, and so, I’mma make the reader a pro at crocheting (Couldn’t be me but I’m still learning:DD) also- Fluff generators >>>

Contents: FLUFF - Reader being good at crocheting

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Y/N is just walking to the stores during a random day of the week. Hawks was busy during his hero work and patrolling his part of the street. Y/N walked along the racks of items until he stumbled upon a coupon for “Crocheting lessons.” Of course, he was intrigued by this.

Then, it hit him. ‘What if I crocheted something for Keigo?’ It was brilliant! He could learn a new skill and also make a gift for Hawks! He immediately called the number by the time he went home and scheduled the course and paid through online.

In just a few weeks with extra hard work, Y/N managed to crochet at the beginner’s level and as the days went by, he could create all kinds of stuff!! All the crocheted items he created, he would give them away for charity since he didn’t want Hawks to know and to help children in need. All those things involves like: clothes, tote bags, messenger bags, gloves, stuffed animals, etc. It was an excellent skill to develop and it definitely saves money (Except the expensive yarn- It’s super expensive where I come from.)

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A few days went by as Y/N created the most awesome gift box! It was gonna be filled with Hawks’s favorite sweets, snacks, flowers, etc, including the crocheted items he made.

Hawks started to notice his lover’s suspicious antics but didn’t pay that much attention because of his busy work at his agency and including the increase in crimes ever since All Might retired.

Y/N ordered a bunch of Lego flowers and Hawks didn't notice the package that arrived. Taking that advantage, Y/N grabbed the package and started to build it and managed to build it all in just one day. Then he went to the stores to pick up some of Hawks's favorite treats and paid for them.

Back at home, he used the box that he bought and put all of the stuff he bought into it. He looked to the side to see the two crocheted items he made, grabbing a roll of wrapping paper and started to wrap the items in it. He wrapped it into an adorable bird patterned wrapping paper. Putting each gift carefully into the big box and writing a handwritten letter.

Grabbing the big box and hiding it in the closet, Y/N covered the box with a bunch of clothes that he left to pile up in his closet. With a mischievous chuckle, he grabbed his phone and texted Hawks.

[Y/N]

Keigo

[Birdbrain]

ye?

[Y/N]

Got a surprise for you!!

[Birdbrain]

Really????

[Y/N]

Yes :DD

[Birdbrain]

what is it?

[Y/N]

It’s a surprise dumbass

I can’t tell you now!!

[Birdbrain]

awwhhhhh :((

Y/N closed his phone with a smile on his face.

All he got to do is wait for his birdy’s arrival

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Y/N was watching on his phone on the couch when he heard the door open. “What’s my surprise?!” Hawks asked excitedly as soon as he walked into the apartment. “You gotta find it yourself!!” Y/N yelled with a smile on his face, not looking at Hawks. “WHAT? No fair!!” The blonde pouted, taking off his hero costume’s coat and walking up to the sofa. “C’mon love! Give me a hint, please?” Hawks pleaded with puppy eyes.

“It’s in our apartment.” “That’s not a hint!!” Hawks complained, making Y/N chuckle. “Too bad, sweetbird.” Looking up from the couch to face Hawks, grabbing the back of his head and giving him a peck on the lips. “Fine!” Hawks said in defeat, walking around the apartment to find the surprise. “Wait- Are you my surprise?” Hawks asked from the bathroom, “Of course not!!” Y/N yelled out from the lounge. ‘Where could it be?’ Hawks wondered. Then it hit him! ‘The bedroom! Why didn’t I think that earlier.’ He sprinted to the bedroom and practically trashed the room until he stumbled on the closet. He opened the sliding closet door and he saw a peculiar large pile of clothes, grabbing all the clothes and tossing them to the side and found the massive gift that was hidden.

“Found it!!” He yelled. ‘About time.’ Y/N smiled, getting up from the sofa and walked into the bedroom. “Well? Open it.” Hawks smiled at Y/N like a child on Christmas, opening the box’s lid and seeing all kinds of gifts in it. “Today isn’t even my birthday, why on Earth would you prepare this?” He asked, “Just wanted to show my love.” The H/C haired softly smiled.

Opening each gift one by one, he finally came to the two wrapped gifts. “Which one should I open?” Hawks asked, looking at his boyfriend. “I say.. The bigger one.” He replied. Hawks nodded and opened the bigger gift first to see a stuffed animal! It was an axolotl in Hawks’s signature colors. With a dramatic gasp, his eyes glimmered at the sight of the gift. “This is adorable!!” He said, holding the stuffed animal in his hands. Putting the axolotl down, he then opened the other wrapped gift and it was a sweater! But it was in Y/N’s signature colors. “It’s in your colors!” Taking notice of the colors on the sweater. He put it on and looked towards his boyfriend’s E/C eyes. With a smile, he jumped into Y/N’s arms. “Thank you, thank you so much!! I love them!! I love you so dang much!!” He smiled, hugging Y/N in a tight hug.

Y/N chuckled as he hugged him back. “You’re welcome, songbird.” Holding Keigo’s cheek and looking at him with caring eyes. “I would do anything for you.” He said, before kissing Keigo affectionately.

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#hawks x male reader #hawks #keigo takami #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fluff #keigo x male reader #reader

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charli3emily · 4 months

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Sweetbird, my warrior cats oc (plus her old designs)

#warrior cats #warriors oc #cats #art #oc #oc artwork

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aggravatetheaxe · 2 years

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FINDERS KEEPERS - Chapter 5: Roads

Murderer. Monster. Serial killer. Abuser. Freak. These are words you would be well within your rights to use when describing Bo Sinclair. But when a trip to dispose of a body doesn’t end up quite as planned and a nameless waif enters the picture, he might have to add one more label to the list: protector. How long can Bo justify the presence of a child who so critically throws off the tenuous balance of life in Ambrose? How long can he stand it?

CW for this chapter: canon typical darkness re: the wax sculptures, allusions to child abuse or neglect, allusions to child kidnapping, the r-slur used in a flashback by Trudy Sinclair, upsetting descriptions of relationships with their mother

This title is SAFE FOR WORK.

Taglist: @blackrose8425, @shirtlessfelix, @popsnapopera, @slasherblog, @toastysalt, @sweetbird-sinclair, @imbleedin-out, @pharmacykeys, @venusanatomica, @katerinabythesea95

Soundtrack: Roads, Ambience

Words: 2,992

Chapter 1

Chapter 4

Masterlist

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Bo woke to someone jostling his elbow, a light but annoyingly insistent touch that had him grouchy before he even opened his eyes.

Shit. Fell asleep again.

He groaned, shifting the warm weight on his chest and waving a dismissive hand. "Vincent"—he didn't know how he knew it was Vince, but he knew—"leamme alone, I'm nappin'."

Vincent was persistent, though, grunting and nudging Bo's elbow hard enough that he swayed in the recliner. A streak of rage coursed up Bo's spine, and he opened his eyes to glare at his twin.

"Wh— Can I fuckin' help you? If you don't getcha hands off me..."

Vincent ignored his threats, pointing at the child in his lap. Bo's voice seemed to have woken her up; she was rubbing her eye with one little hand, Sprite can clutched in the other.

Bo glanced at her, then returned to glaring into his own perfectly placid, wax face. "What?"

"Shut up," Vincent signed sharply. "What do you mean 'what?' You said you would bring her to the police."

"Hey, watch ya mouth. You don't tell me ta shut up; you shut up."

But still, the artist persisted: "I don't need to tell you why keeping her around is a bad idea. I don't need to tell you why keeping her around is a bad idea. Bo—"

"I get it, Vin!" Again, Bo glanced at Bird before standing. Her eyes were glued to Vincent, watching his hands intently but not with the glint of curiosity. "Keep it down, will ya? She don't know sign and your flailin's scarin' her."

Vincent vented his frustration with a groan and turned away from the two momentarily, but he wasn't two steps into the kitchen before turning back to continue his lecture. "So what happened with the police? If you don't take her, I will."

Like hell you will. Bo might have mustered a cruel laugh if he wasn't so tired. Vincent avoided the outside world at all costs. He could hardly imagine him climbing into his little yellow tow truck and puttering up to Hammond PD.

He must have rolled his eyes or smirked or something, because Vincent snapped, "It's not funny, Bo."

Vin was so much like Momma sometimes.

Bo clenched his jaw until his teeth hurt, then released the tension. "Look, Lester said he'd ask around, see if he could find 'er folks. I figure if we c'n settle this without the cops, all the better—she don't like 'em and I don't wanna run the risk of 'em findin' us. It should be our last resort, right? So I brought 'er back." When Vincent responded only with a weary stare, he added, "Won't be more'n a week. We can keep a baby fed for a few days."

After a few moments, Vincent walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Bo took it as acquiescence, allowing his body to relax. He couldn't help but notice that when he relaxed, Bird did, too.

He sunk back into the recliner again, staring into the dead screen of the TV and listening to Vincent move around the kitchen. Bird didn't move an inch, resting her head on his shoulder. Eventually, Vincent emerged to shove a plate with a sandwich into Bo's hand. Bo's mind wandered as he disassembled it and fed Bird the bologna—his head was filled mainly with questions. Everything about her was such an enigma.

Vincent sat in the armchair next to them, hesitating before taking off his mask to eat. The girl watched him sidelong, only shifting a little uncomfortably at the sight of his profound disfigurement. Either way, Bo knew Vincent wouldn't care. At thirty-five years of age, the artist had grown used to making people uncomfortable.

They ate in silence, the three of them. Jonesy jingled through the back door and sat, sighing, at Vincent's feet. Bird's discomfort eased.

Vincent didn't clear his plate. He rarely did, a fact that had personally wounded Momma at every mealtime. Chewing hurt his face, and often, the medication he took made him nauseous. He and Bo had never talked about it, really, but there were some things they just knew about one another.

Bo always cleared his plate.

Vincent tossed Jonesy his crust, then, for the first time the entire meal, looked over. "Do we have any clues as to who her parents are yet?" he signed.

"Some drunk—see 'er face? Someone from this parish, I hope, 'less she walked a helluva long way. Guess that's possible." Bo considered her. "An' there's this thing she—"

"Pchhewww," Bird exhaled.

"Yeah. That."

Vincent, too, considered her. He put on his mask. "Anything else?"

"Uhh ... naw. No one in Edward knew 'er or who she might belong to."

Vincent said nothing—didn't even look at her. He only stared at Bo. That fucking stare again. Bo clenched his grip on the arm of his chair. How could a guy wearing an unreadable expression at all times be so ... judgmental?

"She's leavin', Vin. As soon as possible." Bo had to believe he sounded convincing. "Lester'll figure it out."

***

It was Vincent's idea to go look at the new wax figures. Bo knew it had to be done—he had to approve the spot Vince had chosen for them—but he was wary. After all, there was a reason he didn't want Bird up and runnin' around the town. There was a chance she might see something that scared her.

Wait, he thought at once, why did he care?

Well, she could tell someone. She could ruin somethin'. The thought of her breaking one of the sculptures opened a pit in his stomach.

—BEAUREGARD Sinclair you goddamn RETARD, what did you DO—

She couldn't go around breaking things, ruining Momma's happy little town. She really couldn't. Momma did not like it when things weren't kept nice. She'd always said that, You just can never keep things nice, Bo.

He opted to keep her in his arms, on his hip, and instructed her sternly, "Don't touch nothin'. It's all fragile."

Vincent led the way to the chapel. Interesting choice. A biker and two tatted up chicks in a church? Bo wasn't one hundred percent on board yet, but he wanted to see where Vin was going with this.

As they ascended the stoop and entered the double doors, he watched Bird for her reaction. There was none. She looked at the church the same way she looked at any other building, equal parts wariness and passive interest.

What kind of people were her momma and daddy?

Vincent stalked silently to the front of the church and pointed to his newest creations. The man and two women were sitting expectantly and attentively in the choir pews, all gussied up in old fashioned blue robes. The kind of robes the choir in this kind of town should have, with a big white cross on each of their chests.

Bo studied them as he approached, not looking down at Momma. Not yet. He almost felt he had to save up the anticipation, let it build. Business first. "Huh. Where'd ya get the robes?"

"Made them. Remember the old choir?"

"Chyeah. How could I forget Mrs. Laeddis squawkin' every Sunday mornin'?" From the shadow he could see of Vincent's left eye, he knew his twin was smiling. "I mean, it's a choir, girl, not a competition. For th' love a' Chri— Well, you know."

"What do you think?" Vincent asked.

"Hm ... they ain't exactly the churchgoin' type. I expected you ta put 'em ... I dunno, near the gun shop or somethin'?" When Vincent said nothing, Bo looked the sculptures up and down again. "But, ah ... we did need a choir. Liturgical choir. Like a proper Catholic church."

Then, an idea occurred to him, and he laughed.

"I guess this is our way of savin' their souls, huh, Vin? Eternity stuck in a chapel. Sheep c'n always come back to the flock."

Vincent straightened a bit, nodding decisively. He liked it when Bo understood what he was going for with his art.

He'd never said that, but Bo just ... knew.

***

Watching Bo with the child was a surreal experience. As they chatted back and forth about the town's newest additions, it was as though the handsome twin forgot he was holding her altogether. He was focused on the choir, only the choir, mulling over their placement and styling. He hadn't even looked at Momma.

"When I die," Momma had said—years and years ago, before she had even known she was dying—"I want people to mourn. None a' this celebration of her life crap. I want y'all to wail in the streets 'n' tear at your clothes!" She'd give one of those white smiles, crinkle her nose, make her crystal blue eyes sparkle. Momma's face was beautiful. "Hire mourners if ya have to!"

And then they'd all laugh, although Vincent had never found it funny. Talking about Momma dying wasn't funny. It was terrifying. She'd told that joke well into their adulthood. Each time, he would glance at Bo and see worry nested deep in his laughing eyes.

Terrifying.

Maybe, on some level, she'd known that, because she talked about it an awful lot, especially while angry: "I won't be dead five minutes before you ungrateful little shits forget all about me! Throw all my belongings away and forget all about me!"

As though she was Jesus Christ about to die on the cross.

And from that had come the idea of the choir. More mourners. He thought that'd make Bo happy. Sure enough, here Bo was, warming up to the idea.

As his twin got a closer look at the sculptures, Vincent watched the child. Bo had lowered her from his arms, but he still kept a tight grip on one of her hands, and she kept a tight grip on her empty Sprite. Despite a very obvious interest in the wax figures, she stood still, quiet, looking around with her big eyes. Drinking it all in.

She was unobtrusive in this way.

This way and this way only.

To Vincent, she was like ... a wild animal, almost. Unpredictable and strange. But even that wasn't an appropriate comparison. After all, when Lester had brought home Jonesy, Vincent had warmed up to her almost immediately.

A child wasn't a pet. A child was a human. A human knew to fear and abandon this place. A human told everyone the grisly truth. He didn't trust humans, so he didn't trust this child.

At length, Bo seemed satisfied with the quality of the work on the bikers. He looked down at the girl, hoisted her into his arms again, and finally, finally, turned to the casket.

"This is my Momma. Ain't she beautiful?"

Vincent's gaze slid to the wax-encased body cradled within the coffin. Momma wasn't beautiful. Not anymore. She was ugly, like him.

Every time he saw her, there was this voice in the back of his head saying, She would want you to make her a prettier face. She'd tell him jokingly to "tart her up." She'd be furious if he refused. She'd accuse him and ask, "What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

Guilt sunk venomous claws into his chest.

"One a' these days," Bo said at length, quietly, to the girl, "this whole town'll be filled, streets 'n' everything. We'll figure out some way ta keep the wax from meltin' in the sun, and the smell—" A heavy pause. "Trudy's Town of Wax ... that's what she wanted ta call it. She never could finish it."

Bo separated himself from the child, then, the hallmarks of an oncoming meltdown written in his features and movements. She looked up at him from where she stood, watching. Watching so closely. She was trying to learn, but she didn't know yet when to leave Bo alone—what to look out for.

Vincent knew. He snapped to get her attention and motioned her over to him. She came and slid her hand into his and, awkwardly, he let her. They left together.

He wasn't entirely certain what Bo would do in there. Scream, sob, hurt himself, break something? Sometimes he wondered if Bo knew what he did half the time, when he got like this. As a child, his eyes had glazed over, and you could tell—just tell—that little Bo Sinclair wasn't there anymore. Like a fugue. Momma had referred to that side of her handsome boy as a demon often, with varying degrees of seriousness.

As they'd gotten older, the fury had become far more pointed, focused, calculating. Except when it came to Momma. Then, he was a child again.

Acting like everything was fine when it was not came very naturally to Vincent. While the little girl glanced over her shoulder at the chapel, wincing at the sounds coming from it, he walked them calmly to the gritty concrete road. He reached into his apron pocket, produced a piece of chalk, and handed it to her.

Despite it now being dusk, she crouched and set to work, drawing what amounted to nonsensical scribbles. An abstract artist, then, he quipped to himself.

He wasn't sure how long he watched her draw. She completed what he thought must be a house, and maybe a car, and maybe some people? But it soon devolved into whatever uneven shapes struck her fancy.

Eventually, the chapel doors opened and slammed.

Vincent gave Bo a once-over as he approached them. His face was still a little pink. His wrists. His knuckles. The knees of his jeans were scuffed up. Nothing too bad. Nothing bleeding. Vincent averted his eyes.

The girl dropped her chalk and studied Bo, glancing at his twin before deciding it was safe. She walked into Bo's arms, and he yielded to her, though he didn't seem particularly enthusiastic.

Vincent swallowed. He wished he'd just stop picking her up at all. He wished she was scared of Bo like everyone else. Maybe he should have left her in the church, let her witness the real Bo. The "demon."

"You draw that?" Bo asked gruffly, squinting at the chalk scribbles.

"Mmmm. Agh."

"Hmph. Ya gonna give Vince a run for his money."

With that, he passed Vincent, trudging up the winding road toward the house of wax and their home. The masked twin bent, picked up the chalk, and put it back in his apron.

"Hey, Vin."

He straightened, turning expectantly.

Bo pointed with his chin. "The choir. Make the robes black."

***

"I'm sorry, sir, but are ya absolutely sure?"

"One hundred percent, miss. We haven't seen anybody by that description come in, with or without a li'l girl."

Olympia clutched the phone receiver tighter. Suddenly, the stale air of her mother's trailer seemed a lot staler in her lungs. A big, slimy rock had been dropped into her stomach. She suppressed a gag and swallowed.

"Are you sure?"

"Miss, I don't mean to be rude, but you're tyin' up the line. Now, if there's something you wanna report, you can come down to the station anytime an' we can—"

"No, thank you. Sorry for wastin' your time."

Ca-chunk.

"Olympia!" Ma crowed from her bedroom. "Don't slam the damn phone down like that! It was your grandmother's!"

"Yes, ma'am," Olympia called back, happy that she couldn't quite hear what her mother mumbled afterwards. "I'm goin' out for a walk. I'll be back in half an hour."

"Go to Walmart and get some milk!"

She pulled on a hoodie and headed out the screen door without responding. Once she was a safe distance away and had a few gulps of good, fresh air in her, she murmured, "Fuck Walmart." God forbid she do something as simple as take a walk, have some time to herself. Naw, better do a chore at the same time.

Still, there was no excuse. She wished Walmart closed earlier than it did.

Olympia walked along the stretch of road, as close to the darkening swamp as she dared get. She gazed into the dusky gloom, like the answer to her troubles might appear before her.

He'd said he was going to take her to the cops. He'd said. He'd lied. She'd known he was lying.

I mean, it had all been so weird. The girl's shaven head, the bandages, the vintage clothes, her quietness compared to the man's too-friendly chatter. Something had been wrong, so wrong.

Was that poor little girl going through hell now, all because Olympia had been too weak to stop him?

But then, why had he brought her in in the first place? If a creep found some kid wandering around, surely he wouldn't want anyone to know. Surely he wouldn't want anyone to see them together.

Maybe he'd taken her to another police department? But that seemed so unlikely. Hammond was the closest, and it was a twenty minute drive from Edward. Maybe, by some miraculous turn of events, he had run into her parents?

Maybe...

But there was this sinking feeling in her stomach. Dreadful, gnawing. She didn't know why or how, but she just knew that wasn't the case. That man had taken that little girl, and Olympia was the only one who knew it.

She stopped at the edge of the swamp, trying in vain to see clearly through the darkness. Where did he live? Where had he taken her? Was it somewhere out there? How far?

The police wouldn't do anything; she knew that. There was nothing they could do, she'd been told, because no one had reported a missing child. But I'm reporting a missing child, she'd thought in the moment. She shoulda said it.

No parents. No police. She felt like a thread tethered her to that girl. Her only lifeline, her only hope.

If Olympia did nothing, she'd never sleep right again.

She had to find her.

***

Chapter 6

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Bo Sinclair Theory...Dukes of Hazzard

Alright fan theory time. As we all know Bo Sinclair is known for wearing a Sweetbird '69 hat (which to this day I'm still hunting for). What interests me is the car seen on the hat references the 1969 Dodge Charger, which is the same vehicle that the General Lee is. Now for those who don't know, the General Lee is the orange car driven by the two main characters of the TV Show The Dukes of Hazzard. This show aired from '79 to '85, so there is a very strong chance that the Sinclair boys would have seen this show and been familiar with it.

Continuing further, the two male leads are named Bo and Luke Duke. Bo Duke. For anyone who hasn't watched the show I'll break it down simply: Bo and Luke got in trouble for smuggling moonshine into Hazzard County in their youth and have been known to be trouble makers ever since. Out of the two Duke cousins, Luke is the more mature one and Bo is the impulsive one. Bo Duke is easily swayed by women. He is much more act first and act without thinking. He is charming as hell and uses it to his advantage many times. He's shown to have a temper and often gets in trouble for being a bit more immature than his cousin.

All of those traits are also seen in Bo Sinclair.

Which makes me wonder, if Bo Sinclair is 1) Named Bo as a nod to the Dukes of Hazzard and 2) if the character for Bo was meant to be a more extreme version of Bo Duke.

Fan theory wise, I think perhaps Bo Sinclair was a fan of the show and drafted a lot of himself after Bo Duke, even taking the name Bo. Bo Duke was an icon to a lot of people during the peak of the Dukes' fame, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was one of those who felt the same.

Also noting that some of the lyrics from the Dukes of Hazzard theme song oddly enough work for the Sinclair boys. "The mountain might get 'em but the law never will", "Making their way the only way they know how. That's just a little bit more than the law will allow", "I'm a good ol' boy, my mama loves me."

Maybe it's a stretch but I genuinely feel that there's some inspiration drawn from the Dukes in making Bo Sinclair, or that he himself drew some inspiration from them when growing up and shaping who he wanted to be.

#house of wax (2005)#bo sinclair #fan theory #text #by liv #house of wax

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Slowly getting closer to being able to evolve Sweetbird! Does anyone even still play Pokémon Go? I tried myself at a Crypto Raid but failed massively... Somewhat frustrated at the limit of only having creatures of the sky on my team, as I try to defeat our biggest rival evil team, Team Rocket. I still highly suspect grunts should NOT have such varied Pokémon! Is there a way to look up the teams of the bosses so I can plan my team better? Garchomp is doing me BIG favors by being the only ground type (still questioning if he can fly...) And the electric and rock/ground teams are decimating my fliers! Stupid type match ups..

#sweetbird daily #team sky #pokemon go

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visceravalentines · 1 year

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#pls keep in mind i have been day drinking since 2 pm #pls also keep in mind i've been thinking about this for months yikes

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Here's the list, some prefixes and suffixes are in there multiple times

Gatorhowl

Vulturesorrow

Furzemuzzle

Firesleep

Fernrunner

Fidgetnose

Twilightstripe

Stingwhisker

Nightbell

Vulturechirp

Goldentuft

Cinderspring

Centipedeclaw

Gerbilwhisker

Silentcall

Thunderthroat

Shiningwind

Rubblecry

Magnoliaspirit

Mosswhisper

Peachnose

Harshecho

Hollowflower

Topazpond

Suncall

Mistysong

Bravefall

Shadowdust

Windthroat

Rosemaryshine

Coyotestalk

Fernfoot

Cinderwind

Cactusmask

Crowcry

Heavylight

Crabclaw

Peppermintpatch

Mintchill

Coalblaze

Emberlight

Sugarwhisker

Peonycatcher

Houndsnap

Shardeyes

Jaguarhiss

Boldcatch

Basilsprint

Heathersail

Tigerpurr

Ironstorm

Snowthroat

Nightrose

Calmstalk

Jumplight

Troutyowl

Fungipool

Lavendarfeather

Claycloud

Marbledawn

Shadowbite

Geckotrot

Primrosesnout

Zapwing

Wanderecho

Boltfang

Hopeshine

Flashtail

Nectarpuddle

Sweetbird

Scorpiondream

Vixenface

Hedgehogtooth

Forestcall

Rosemouth

Blueberryjaw

Vanillatooth

Lightningclaw

Sapnose

Hailblaze

Sunberry

Lilactalon

Lionstumble

Corianderleaf

Whiteslip

Gleamgrin

Cinderwail

Almondhaze

Gravelneck

Silvercatcher

Quietwhisper

Woodpeckermask

Elkleap

Burningcatch

Rowansnare

Frozenwing

Yamtuft

Pinkwind

Gravelbeam

Egretwhisker

Mountainchill

Brindlewave

Silentspring

Deerwatcher

Sweetwater

Mossagate

Scorchedspots

Dragonyawn

Antelopespring

Thunderdust

Velvetspring

Harshripple

Almondbite

Smallsky

Swangaze

Crystaljaw

Quietspirit

Brightluck

Featherwave

Volcanofoot

Saplingburr

Glowclaw

Charcoalmouth

Robincoat

Thawleap

Brokenblossom

Froststride

Aldersong

Cherryfeather

Foxjaw

Applesoar

Tinystem

Fogthroat

Lambheart

Bramblequiver

Hyenatusk

Thymestone

Martenleaf

Neritewhisker

Elmwing

Privetheart

Emberspot

Witheredmist

Wandercaw

Rootstripe

Archwing

Sweetchirp

Blossomstorm

Quiethop

Ashwatcher

Lilyhush

Roseberry

Rustcoat

Budcloud

Shimmerthistle

Swirledseed

Leechblaze

Shallowoak

Waxsnap

Chanterellesting

Grassfly

Webnettle

Mousechatter

Doeeyes

Storkcaller

Swallowspring

Fadingbright

Burningbracken

Scarletstep

Icecreek

Shiverpeak

Nightingalefury

Tinylightning

Meltingmurmur

Gravelfire

Stagwatcher

Icesong

Brighteye

Dustyfog

Hawkdance

Breamface

Sunnysight

Celandinethorn

Thank you so much for all of these awesome names!! I've drawn a few so far, though I have more I want to make (like Hyenatusk, that one's so cool, and Lilyhush), but I thought you'd enjoy seeing the few I've managed to get done! I'll post more as I make more.

#warrior cats #warrior cats oc #oh no did I have a tag for the ask blog wip #stormspout askblog stuff #i do now #anyway to tag these names #fidgetnose #gatorhowl #nightbell #thunderthroat

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[ J:\\ HELLO, VALENTINA~ ] [ ᴶ JOTA practically throws itself at you. ᴶ ]

Stumbles and falls into the ground.

<3 Hey sweetbird! Energetic today aren't we? Ɛ>

#ask

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Such is life! Behold, a new Post published on Greater And Grander about Danny Glover’s Producing Partner, Carolyn McDonald; S2 E18

See into my soul, as a new Post has been published on https://greaterandgrander.com/danny-glovers-producing-partner-carolyn-mcdonald-s2-e18

Danny Glover’s Producing Partner, Carolyn McDonald; S2 E18

With a diverse career in the film industry, Carolyn McDonald continues to expand her creative disciplines. Some of her recent endeavors include, executive producing, co-writing and directing P.N.O.K., a short film featuring Irma P. Hall, Danny Glover, Robert Ri'chard and Elle Fanning, executive producing Country artist Big Kenny Alphin's (Big & Rich) documentary "Bearing Light" which aired on National Geographic Channel, directing the Shannon Sanders music video "Run" and co-writing the comedy "Return of the Sweetbirds" from her story for 20th Century Fox. As partner of Danny Glover at Carrie Productions, she executive produced the Emmy & Image Award nominated TNT civil rights saga, "Freedom Song". Written and directed by Oscar® nominee Phil Alden Robinson ("Field of Dreams"), the film features Vondi Curtis-Hall, David Strathairn and Loretta Devine. Carolyn also co-produced the critically acclaimed Western "Buffalo Soldiers". Earlier at Carrie, she executive produced the prestigious HBO trilogy "America's Dream". Comprised of powerful short stories by celebrated African-American authors, Maya Angelou, Richard Wright & Dr. John Henrik Clarke, the film featured Wesley Snipes, Danny Glover & Jasmine Guy, with segments directed by Bill Duke, Kevin Sullivan & Emmy-winner Paris Barclay. The program won 4 Cable Aces and an NAACP Image Award for Best Made-for-TV Movie. Prior to joining Carrie, Carolyn served as a Creative Executive at Cinecom Entertainment Group, where she was involved in various stages of development & production on such films as "The Handmaid's Tale", "Once Around", "Mississippi Masala" and "Tune in Tomorrow". Fresh out of NYU's Dramatic Writing Program, Carolyn joined the East Coast advertising/publicity division of Warner Bros. Television in New York. There she ran buyer screenings and developed network publicity campaigns for such films as "The Road Warrior, "Chariots of Fire" and "Blade Runner", and conceived marketing campaigns for the Warner Bros. cartoon catalogue. Committed to giving back to youth and community, Carolyn produced and directed the documentary and short film "Who's Real" for Nashville Film Festival's Youth Outreach Film Program. She continues to produce the program, comprised of inner city teens generating short films based on their own lives. In 2011, she produced and directed the documentary "Design Your Neighborhood" for the Nashville Civic Design Center, a program also supporting youth education. Carolyn was a consultant for the American Film Institute's Digital Content Lab, a mentor for FilmIndependent's Project: Involve, studied acting with Uta Hagen and Geraldine Page, and is an alumni of Judith Weston's Actor/Director Lab.

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