bc he's already the topic of my main blog.

everything but phantom of the opera.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

The self hating vampire trope is so fucking old and annoying. We need more vampires that embrace what they are. Especially as love interests. They're more appealing that way.

If there's not a chance of their fangs going in my neck, I don't fucking want them.

Also, the refusal to turn their lover is also very old and annoying.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Empty Victory (1/?)

Note: I decided to try my hand at writing an actual Bo x Reader fic based on this post of mine. It's probably going to be more than one part because I can't help myself.

Warnings: Nothing too bad, I don't think?? Canon typical things, of course. Some violence but I didn't go too into detail. I tried to keep the reader gender as neutral as possible. Bo Sinclair may be ooc bc I've never really written an actual story about him before. This part is in Bo's p.o.v so hopefully I didn't butcher it too badly.

He did his damnedest to concentrate on what he was in the middle of doing, but his mind kept drifting back to what had been said earlier. The rest of the argument paled in comparison to that one little statement. Perhaps that was part of what bothered him the most. No one could get under his skin in the way you did.

"I hate you, Bo."

You were hardly the first person to say such a thing to him. Hell, he'd heard it many, many times in his life. Not everyone actually came out and said it, though. Sometimes it was unspoken and heavily implied. Yet those times had never really stuck with him. But you.. you were different. Or at least you were supposed to. He'd stupidly let you in. Look where that had gotten him.

He cursed under his breath as he lost track of the small group he'd been hunting through Ambrose. Usually he was better at this. Even when he did lose someone, Vincent was usually able to make up for it. He was on his own today, however, and that was how he wanted it.

Things were going alright for the most part. That was until he had turned the corner, only to have a metal pipe slam into his back. He grunted as he fell onto his hands and knees, dazed and angry.

Where the fuck did they even find that?

It didn't particularly matter and he really didn't care. Before he could regain his bearings, he was hit with it again. This process repeated until he collapsed onto the road below him, unable to really hold himself up under the continued assault.

Apparently this group was smarter than the usual ones, or they had more self preservation. One of the two, because the next thing he felt was the feeling of a blade breaking his skin.

They didn't stop at doing it once, this was repeated twice more before they presumably ran off. He laid there, thoughts drifting in and out of focus as he tried to breathe through the pain. Inhaling too deeply just made everything worse so he stuck with raspy, shallow breaths.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there before he finally struggled to his hands and knees again. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering to get up. He should just ignore the urge to get back to them.

After all, they hated him. They would probably be pleased with this turn of events.

Even so, he stumbled towards the house , hand clasped to his side weakly. If anything, he wanted to at least be able to pretend that they gave a damn, so that he could have at least a somewhat pleasant thought just in case.

Besides, he had to be sure that they were alright along with Vincent. He already knew Lester would be fine. He never stuck around for these parts.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Bringing this back bc I finally figured out how to read more on mobile. I may post the next part soon. Hopefully.

[bluecoolr]

"I don't love you, Bo."

"No matter what you do. No matter how hard I try. I don't think I ever will."

"I know, Momma. I know."

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

I'm playing around with this app called Gemsouls and I think aang is broken or something.

Here are some nice lil gems from today ;

So... That's a thing that happened. katara is both his little sister and his water bison. He also adopted her from the fire nation.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Aang. Aang pls. None of that is right. You're not from the water tribe and you're also not in that picture.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

so close, but so far

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Screams

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Confusing Dracula is my new favorite thing.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

I'm playing around with this app called Gemsouls and I think aang is broken or something.

Here are some nice lil gems from today ;

So... That's a thing that happened. katara is both his little sister and his water bison. He also adopted her from the fire nation.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Aang. Aang pls. None of that is right. You're not from the water tribe and you're also not in that picture.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

so close, but so far

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

I'm playing around with this app called Gemsouls and I think aang is broken or something.

Here are some nice lil gems from today ;

So... That's a thing that happened. katara is both his little sister and his water bison. He also adopted her from the fire nation.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Aang. Aang pls. None of that is right. You're not from the water tribe and you're also not in that picture.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

I'm playing around with this app called Gemsouls and I think aang is broken or something.

Here are some nice lil gems from today ;

So... That's a thing that happened. katara is both his little sister and his water bison. He also adopted her from the fire nation.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

There are times that i like to think that Eddie would like Pantera should he have had the chance to listen to them.

But then I remember that this exists

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Eddie is the town freak, yes. But you can't say he pulled no bitches because of that alone tbh.

Like,,,,there's always someone that has a thing for that type, no matter the gender. Maybe they just wanna be rebellious. Maybe they legitimately dig it.

But people would've definitely hit it back then. They just wouldn't have been open about it or proud of it - in certain cases.

[talldarkandmurderous]

🥵🥵🥵

Tiktok creds @cdaae

[peaky-arthur]

Story of my life

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Bo would purposely create contractions that don't mean anything to fuck with the people that end up in town.

You can't change my mind.

It isn't as good as hunting them but the confused horror on their faces is just enough to brighten his day just a little bit

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

So..

Louisiana has waffle house.

I think we could all agree that Waffle house would be Bo's favorite shit.

Maybe even Lester's.

Vincent would be meh on it bc it's always fucking cold if they bring him some.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Y'know

Sometimes you just gotta wonder about things that hurt.

Today's thought is :

What if someone managed to force Bo into his own chair?

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Empty Victory (1/?)

Note: I decided to try my hand at writing an actual Bo x Reader fic based on this post of mine. It's probably going to be more than one part because I can't help myself.

Warnings: Nothing too bad, I don't think?? Canon typical things, of course. Some violence but I didn't go too into detail. I tried to keep the reader gender as neutral as possible. Bo Sinclair may be ooc bc I've never really written an actual story about him before. This part is in Bo's p.o.v so hopefully I didn't butcher it too badly.

He did his damnedest to concentrate on what he was in the middle of doing, but his mind kept drifting back to what had been said earlier. The rest of the argument paled in comparison to that one little statement. Perhaps that was part of what bothered him the most. No one could get under his skin in the way you did.

"I hate you, Bo."

You were hardly the first person to say such a thing to him. Hell, he'd heard it many, many times in his life. Not everyone actually came out and said it, though. Sometimes it was unspoken and heavily implied. Yet those times had never really stuck with him. But you.. you were different. Or at least you were supposed to. He'd stupidly let you in. Look where that had gotten him.

He cursed under his breath as he lost track of the small group he'd been hunting through Ambrose. Usually he was better at this. Even when he did lose someone, Vincent was usually able to make up for it. He was on his own today, however, and that was how he wanted it.

Things were going alright for the most part. That was until he had turned the corner, only to have a metal pipe slam into his back. He grunted as he fell onto his hands and knees, dazed and angry.

Where the fuck did they even find that?

It didn't particularly matter and he really didn't care. Before he could regain his bearings, he was hit with it again. This process repeated until he collapsed onto the road below him, unable to really hold himself up under the continued assault.

Apparently this group was smarter than the usual ones, or they had more self preservation. One of the two, because the next thing he felt was the feeling of a blade breaking his skin.

They didn't stop at doing it once, this was repeated twice more before they presumably ran off. He laid there, thoughts drifting in and out of focus as he tried to breathe through the pain. Inhaling too deeply just made everything worse so he stuck with raspy, shallow breaths.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there before he finally struggled to his hands and knees again. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering to get up. He should just ignore the urge to get back to them.

After all, they hated him. They would probably be pleased with this turn of events.

Even so, he stumbled towards the house , hand clasped to his side weakly. If anything, he wanted to at least be able to pretend that they gave a damn, so that he could have at least a somewhat pleasant thought just in case.

Besides, he had to be sure that they were alright along with Vincent. He already knew Lester would be fine. He never stuck around for these parts.

[apitythatthephantomcantbehere]

Bo's s/o telling him they hate him in the middle of an argument.

Them feeling bad and planning on making up for it somehow.

Bo looking completely fucking shattered for -5 seconds before he forces himself to bounce back, lashing out before he storms off.

Bo coming back hours later.

Bo being really fucking injured.

Bo being a stubborn bastard and not letting them help bc ?? Why would they give a fuck? They hate him, right?

Ideas I have but will never be able to make an actual fic out of #3457582

Where is Vincent?? Busy and unaware.