Nothing says true love like managing to convince your partner who is really bad with horror to come watch backrooms with you in theatres. My darling I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu you are so brave.
Their connection is so interesting to think about. It runs so deep.
I think they both constantly feel like something is missing. Sometimes they both secretly wish they were never surgically separated. They're trauma bonded and extremely reliant on each other. They live in a ghost town and never interact with anybody else outside of their victims. They've been living like that for years.
They have no feelings or connections towards anybody but each other (If you don't count Lester)
Nobody understands their minds, their bond or what they've been through. Nobody ever could.
The only person Vincent cares about is Bo. The only person Bo cares about is Vincent, he's just bad at showing it.
Bo is envious of Vincent but his attachment towards him overpowers that. Bo cares for Vincent so much it scares him. It makes him freak out whenever Vincent goes outside of Ambrose without him. He can't stand losing him and he can't stand the idea of Vincent realising he has his own independence , realising he IS the better twin and could easily abandon Bo to continue the killing/waxing thing on his own (even though Vincent would never do that.)
Vincent is calmer about his attachment towards Bo because he has no intention to ever leave him. And if Bo freaks out so bad every time he thinks he's gonna lose Vincent, Vincent he knows he doesn't have to worry about him in the same way.
They can't live without each other.
Underneath everything they're still two traumatised kids fighting to make their mother proud, even after she's passed.
Vincent is trying to make her proud by continuing his art, something she loved, something she made Vincent believe saved him and makes up for what God took from him. His talent is his purpose, he's showing her that he's greatful for it.
Bo on the other hand was never loved by his parents. Even as an adult he has no artistic talent, he can barley pull off kills. He's trying to make her proud by helping Vincent and constantly telling him "Ma would be proud", since she herself isn't there to tell him that anymore. It's literally all he can do. At times he probably feels like it's his only purpose in the whole thing.
Maybe Vincent will stick with him if he showers him with praise and reassurance. And maybe Trudy would finally be proud of him if she knew what he was doing for her favourite son.
Highkey obsessed with their relationship/interactions with each other both because I think the twin bond is something special (I only have 2 much older siblings but every set of twins I've met have a secret connection) but also the indepth interaction they have with each other as 2 (seemingly) opposite personalities. Sprinkle in some trauma and competition for mom's affection.....
But most of that time is spent taking off your clothes. You'd rather take them off yourself and set them aside for later- because if he catches you, they're getting covered in mud and ripped off, and you won't have anything to ride home in
You make less noise without shoes on either. The debris of the forest floor hurts the bottoms of your feet, of course, but you have better chance of sneaking around that way
But he can smell you.....you KNOW he can. He crouches so low to the ground- almost crawling on all fours. Knife in his hand at the ready
The worst part is how easily you lose sight of him. Even if you manage to catch a glimpse- within seconds he's gone again: swallowed up by the forest- the colors of his hat and buttonup blending perfectly with the foliage
Your breathing probably gives you away. You can't help but shudder and shake at the thoughts of what he'll do once he catches you.....
It's not long before his fingers slither around your neck- knife poking at the vital pulse points. You feel his bulge pressing at the small of your back-
big men who blush when you compliment them. big men who fumble their words, who get all fidgety when you're sitting next to them because they can't focus. big men who do that little aw shucks rub on the back of their neck when you kiss them on the cheek. big men who love cuddling you. big men who pick you up like you're light as air and tuck you into their side so you can't see how big they're smiling
okay your most recent forcemasc posts really have me thinking about forcemasc with Rusty.
i can’t decide which is better- toxic forcemasc and maybe even pushing ftm reader to join him on his murder sprees or Rusty gently teaching his decades younger bf how to me a “real man”
I'm 50/50 on it too:
On one hand:
Maybe he takes an interest in someone (without realizing they're pre-transition) and is picking out their clothes for them, "showing them the ropes", teaching them how to fight, introducing them as he/him and or a masc name when he brings them to bars. Really 'pushing' them to be masc because something something his subconscious (but in reality, reader is THRILLED because they've been too scared to do it on their own)
On the other hand:
He's pretending to be "boys will be boys" with his 'best buddy' and rough-houses extra hard- says "that's how boys bond". He says he's just "old school" and thinks men these days are "too soft"- wants to "toughen" you up.....
forcemasc is wanting an older man with a deep, ruined voice to take you hunting somewhere cold enough that your hands go numb in his gloves. living together in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. him teaching you how to shoot with his arms around you, calling you “good boy” softly when you get it right. Being loved quietly like you were always meant to be a man beside him.
I'm thinking about how Rusty cried after the Thomas' brothers prank
I'm thinking about the fear and embarassment he felt walking into the motel room and finding a man-
After convincing himself that his thoughts about other men were just confusion because he had never been with a woman before
About everytime his father called him a slur for the way he eyed the farmhand who helped their family every summer
Or everytime he drank a little too much and wanted to approach other men at the bar- holding back only out of fear and shame. And going home alone every single night
He wasn't lying when he told "candycane" that he had 'never done anything like this before....'
He didn't know what women liked, or how to talk to them
And now here he was- in front of a man. A man who was immediately put off by his presence
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