#rusty connors

[problemduetest4life]

Clandestine

The Western Conference Exy Banquet Cocaine Orgy Scandal of 2003

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64571176

IM FINALLY DONE! ITS POSTED!

Details under the cut

This is a typed of version of some my notes while writing this. Green = canon and Red = made up. I mostly tried to stick to canon, but I also had a lot of fun making this characters into real ppl outside of their eventual anger towards Jeremy. I also had a lot of fun making Jeremy anger worthy (a.k.a an asshole LMAO)

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

Shout out to that one Wildcat backliner who had no idea what was going on. Like, that interaction must have been so weird from his perspective.

So imagine you're invited to this get together after the banquet, and yeah you're down to party. You're new to playing exy in college, and some people from your own team will be there, as well as people from other teams, sounds fun.

Then the same people that invited you told you to come over to invite this other guy from the Trojans team; Jeremy Knox. And of course you've heard of him, the guy's a legend. So you go over there, and Lander just sneaks up behind him and starts raining candy right in his face? Unprompted? Alright. Kinda out there but they implied they knew Jeremy so maybe he just likes the candy. You're sister's crazy about the stuff.

But then Connors, who just claimed to know the literal celebrity personally, calls him the wrong name, and you're thinking to yourself "well that's embarrassing". Luckily Jeremy seems to take it in stride and corrects him, but it goes ignored? Then Lander eats the candy and sticks out his tongue like two inches from Jeremy's face and it's like. Boundaries? Hello? Maybe this is just their dynamic, you don't know.

So they invite him and while they do so, they just line up the candy like coke. And it's like dude. We're trying to be discreet here? Why are you advertising we're about to go do drugs after this? So Jeremy's polite about it and turns them down, and like fair enough. He also isn't eating the candy that was offered to him, and you think back to your sister again.

But then Connors keeps pushing for some reason, even tries to bring you in on it, and like you don't know what to say, and the poor guy seems kinda uncomfortable at this point. So you try and shift topics and ask for some of the candy he doesn't want to give to your sister, and Jeremy's nice and gives you some. He seems cool. Then Connors starts asking if you brought your sister and like no? He knows you didn't? Weird to ask. Then, in the biggest tone shift of your life, Connors starts mocking Jeremy about his dead sibling. Like? Oh my God? Such an extreme reaction to someone turning down a party invitation? How do you even react?

Now it's super awkward when Jeremy hands you the candy for your sibling, and Connors just keeps going and going. At this point you're wondering if you should just leave, when the ex raven guy, another celebrity, starts threatening Connors and it's like yeah fair enough. Then Connors just pulls yet another one eighty and tries to convince the ex raven to join White Ridge and now you're wondering if Connors just has a thing with being overly comfortable and hostile towards celebrities. Who even is this guy? The ex raven turns him down in such a way that you're a little insulted by proxy but like yeah this Connors did just mock his friend's dead sibling so a little meanness is prompted. Now the Trojans coach is mad and you all have to leave, and then you hear him ask if someone was doing coke at the table, making you rethink even going to this party in the first place.

[sulfies]

☀️🍦Family Holiday🌴🌊

Im still alive 😌 went on a Vacation with friends then right after with family so didnt have much time to do anything lol but Im back tho (litterally came home today lol) :3 whipped this up since Ive been thinking about them doing the same :p

Here are the boys enjoying the summer and Ezio trying to get Altaïr to finally learn to swim. Its probobly all of their (maybe except Ezio) first vacation.

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

"Well, I'm around if, you know..." "I'll bear that in mind."

CARLA CONNOR & LISA SWAIN | CORONATION STREET

[noiresweetie]

this is my fav genre of duos fr . *

cole phelps and rusty galloway . *

holden ford and bill tench .*

connor and hank anderson . *

[sketchy-rosewitch]

My Masterlist for the Haunted Hoedown which was Created by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink

Day One: Keeping It Between Us: Murph Connors x afab!gn!reader

Day Two: Anything for You: Corey Cunningham x afab!gn!reader

Day Three: Play With Me Like a Child: 18 y/o!Carly Jones x 18y/o!Bo Sinclair

Day Four: Malfunction: Captain Denninger x android!gn!afab!reader

Day Five: Maybe There’s a God Above: priest!Bo Sinclair x nun!reader

Day Six: Moonlight Madness: Bo Sinclair x werewolf!reader x Vincent Sinclair

Day Seven: Wolves Eat Bunnies: Rusty Nail x afab!gn!reader

Day Eight: Vincent Sinclair x past victim!reader

Day Nine: Bo Sinclair x gn!afab!reader

Day Ten: Cade Ward x gn!afab!reader

Day Eleven: Dead Ringers au, Bo Sinclair x afab!gn!reader x Vincent Sinclair

Day Twelve: Bo Sinclair x afab!gn!reader

[rusty-clockworks]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64415611/chapters/165385705

Freewill doesn't come easy when you've been conditioned to obey. Connor is deviant. But instead of relief, guilt shackles him persistently and overwhelmingly. It doesn't help that he can feel Cyberlife breathing down his neck.

[colorgachagamer123]

(I had to do this audio as an incorrect quote because of how it fits my au but I changed it a bit to match it)

Luke Stars: *talking to the Junior 9* "You are freaking LGBTQ+ people plus.. Santiago."

Connor, Miles, AJ, Ryder, Doc, Rusty, Sofia, & Jake: *starts to laugh while Santiago tries not to*

Luke Stars: "You know what I'm saying which. I'm rocking with Santi cause Santi's rocking with us!"

The audio:

[bugwolfsstuff]

I have a headcanon that the Stolls are sons of Psychopomp Hermes and I have a oneshot somewhere in my drafts that i never finished about how the Stolls mortal mother finds out about the whole underworld powers if anyone wants to see me finish it?

It has (from what I remember, i dont have the laptop with me rn):

Toddler Travis

Toddler Travis seeing dead people (or a dead person)

Hermes being a decent dad (he's trying)

My attempt at humor

Travis's grandpa who I have fallen in love with and am stuck between naming him after one of my two favorite Bluey characters (Jack or Rusty)

Travis's mom, Patricia who i am 60% sure I did not name (one of my mutuals named her but I forgot and only remembered it started with a P so that might not be the og name)

[scoringeffects]

Culd you do a drabble of connor/leon in the ocean's 11 au?

"Tell me this isn't about him"

send me a drabble prompt to kickstart me into eventually finishing a hrpf wip!

“He’s like a machine,” Holloway says, as they watch Eichel greet high rollers on the casino floor, “comes in at eight every day, does everything the same as he did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.” 

“I’ve heard,” Leon tells Dylan, because anyone who had ten dollars worth of business in Vegas knew of Eichel and Eichel’s idiosyncrasies.

Dylan chews his lip for a second - Leon had sworn he’d spoken to Connor about that, and Connor had said something about weeding the tells out the group - before he rakes together the courage to say, “I’ve heard, also, that he’s fucking ruthless, he won’t go after just you, but your sister and your mom and your wife. Everyone you’ve ever met will be worse off just for knowing you.”

He sounds–

“Scared?”

Because he and Connor might need to start weeding out something more than just the tells of the group. If Holloway, Holloway who walks and talks like he’s just been shot out of a cannon, who walks and talks like failure isn’t an option, like that just isn’t something that can happen to them, starts building up Eichel the boogeyman, then their slim chances become fucking anorexic.

They watch Eichel charm his way into a smile from a woman draped in Van Cleef and adorned in Cartier, and a handshake from her partner. Holloway turns to him. “Are you and Connor fucking suicidal?”

Leon just grins at him. 

“Now what?”

“Now,” Holloway watches one of the private marked doors. 

“Dylan.”

“Yeah?”

“Not you.” Leon tracks the guy who’d come out the door - well dressed, head ducked typing rapidfie on his phone, and slipping around the tables directly to Eichel.

He stands near him, closer than Leon is with Holloway now, lets Eichel rest a hand on the small of his back, lets him drag his eyes from his styled hair down to his Louboutins, and murmurs something to him. Eichel grins, slides his hand around to squeeze his waist, lets go, and turns back to the patrons.

-

“Tell me this isn’t about him.”

He's in the elevator with Connor.

Connor flushes a dull red, fiddles with his hands. He does a better job of pretending he isn’t a rather unbecoming shade of burgundy, than he would before, and shoves his hands into his pockets faster.  Leon wants to laugh, “You’re a shitty fucking liar,” he reminds him.

“It’s not,” Connor tries to convince him, mullish.

“He went to Eichel, because you weren’t there, and now you want to, what? Tear down his town?”

“He went to Eichel because he stopped–”

The door dings open onto Connor’s floor. He flushes darker.

“Are you following me?”

“He doesn't love you anymore?”

Connor shoves the keycard in the wrong way at first. A young couple stumbles out a door down the hall, giggling. Connor manages to get his door open on the third try and Leon crowds into him, getting intimately familiar with his pale blue shirt, entering the suite, lest he shuts him out. 

“He doesn’t love you?”

“He didn’t divorce me for the fucking– the fun of it, did he?” Connor snaps. He goes to toe off his shoes, thinks better of it, and undoes his laces standing up. “He left before the Met job.” He sheds his tie, takes off his belt and pulls his shirt out his trousers. Leon’s still standing in his suit and his shoes and just watching him litter his room.

“He divorced you in prison.” For going to prison. Love between Connor and Dylan had never been in question. Such a non-issue, so assumed - the sun will set in the west tonight and rise in the east tomorrow morning and Connor and Dylan love each other - that Nuge had once, humiliatingly, when they were younger and ready to eat the world whole in a single bite, taken him aside to tell him that he didn’t have a chance of a chance. 

(“Connor’s a good friend,” Nuge tells him in his kitchen, handing him beer after beer. Leon feels a little like this is a test. Connor is a good friend. Good at what he does. Makes his heart soar when he pulls a grin out of him. Leon agrees with Nuge, mostly because anything else would result in a big, bold F on his report card, follows him out the kitchen and hands Connor and Dylan a beer each. Doesn’t watch them make eyes at each other and the easy way they touch each other, and disappear intermittently to the bathroom all throughout the evening.)

“He asked me to choose.”

“You don’t love him?”

Connor shrugs. He blew the Met job for them. Leon was lucky to leave the state mostly unscathed. Nuge had to disappear to Canada for a few months. Tyson’s still there - though Leon thinks he just likes it there nowadays. 

“What the fuck? Connor?”

“What?”

Leon’s trying really fucking hard.

“You blew the Met job for fucking what?”

Connor flushes bright red, his eyes harden, and there’s a part of Leon that relaxes for the first time since seeing Connor. There's another part that notches arrows and digs trenches and loads canons. 

“It was three fucking years ago, get over it.” 

Connor would’ve blown shoplifting in Sephora, Leon realises now. “Your husband asked you to choose between him and this and you chose prison.”

“He already knew he was going to leave.”

Nuge was right, all those years ago. It doesn’t stop him from protesting, years too late: “I was still there.”

Connor’s in front of him. Smaller than he’s ever seen him. Leon’s still in his shoes, a scant inch taller than he is barefoot, two-some inches taller than Connor.

“You didn’t write. Or call.” Connor accuses him, quiet, unable to keep the frown off his face. He wears his beard longer now. Leon thinks he can see some greys, but it could be the lighting.

“You went to prison.” And you didn’t have to. You went to prison, rather than eat the world whole with me.

Connor’s mouth is on his, and his ex is within a ten-mile radius, and they’ve bitten off more than they can chew, and in a month they might not have kneecaps - depending on how this all goes. It's a bad fucking idea. Leon’s lived most of his life with his mouth too full. Anything he’s ever done with Connor is drenched in impossibility, chance, luck, and blind faith.

Leon kisses back.

[alkaloidunderstander]

All i know about the green arrows is that when Oliver killed a guy it was a whole thing because he tries not to do that so im sat here scratching my head trying to figure out how this doesn't kill people

[terriblespy]

I wanted this lunchbox so bad but it was soooo expensive 😭

[souloperatorpod]

I am thrilled to announce a new member of our cast who will be playing a very familiar character.

Please welcome Nova Limb, who will be playing resident gardener Hen Connors!

You can re-familiarize yourself with the rest of our cast on the website!

[eyesofcrow]

The garden is alive. Music plays softly from above, as invisible violins follow and fade with each score. Laughter can be heard in the distance with soft squeals of delight, children chatter and are shushed by their peers scurrying between the shrubs and flowers. It's like this every year at the annual Crow’s garden party, an event that has since spread its influence and glee to their neighbors and friends. Each year the garden is lit up with lights and food, music that floats above occupants heads and flowers that seem to shift and move with the light and sounds they encounter. It's a wonderland for the locals; finally able to peer into the secret world that the Crow’s keep hidden. Pathways of brick and cobblestone spread far and wide in a never-ending map, arbors and gates can be discovered littered throughout the vast dreamland. Fountains at every turn, statues of angels and fairies litter the grounds as well with laughing faces and watching eyes. It's a paradise, one that eagerly welcomes its guests with games and lovely sites to see. 

The dress code had been followed accordingly with only a few exceptions, everyone wore all white – at least everyone except Lyric’s sisters. Lena stood in a pink that was so pale it could pass for white, and Laurel dressed in grey to show her support. Their mother had outdone herself much like she always did, but it had caught Lyric off guard when she announced that they would all be playing hide and seek. A tradition he had soon assumed they’d grown out of, but when he did not shift from his seat his mother came to his side with a soft smile and a glow about her that stirred him from. “ Aren’t we a bit old to play games? “ A tsk of her tongue and a toss of her locs and she smiled at him, ‘ You’re never too old for fun my boy. Now hide, your sister has volunteered to be it.'

Tucked behind a portion of the outer maze wall he could hear footsteps shuffle and shift, laughing and running before victorious shouts called out from the distance. A peering eye watches carefully from a small gap in the branches, a soft smirk stretching across his lips as he recognizes @bloodbruja. Her dark hair trailing behind her as she moved quickly on bare feet further into the maze, watching her Lyric can’t help but smile at the former memory of Lena and Solana declaring that running shoeless was not cheating but in fact only being smart. His hand is quick to reach between the branches and grab her arm, and tug her through the brush into his secluded hiding spot. Faster footsteps approach as he watches Laurel breeze by without a second glance, and vanish around the fountain into the lower tier of the garden.

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

Casting a look to Lana he grins, brows arching high on his forehead at her words. “ It tends to do that rather often in your company. “

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

I’m writing Stories again…… hehehehe.. hahahaha… feeling evil

[pyrokittyships]

(former) s/i OCs from most to least mentally healthy

Faro ✅

Connor 🌫️

Rusty 🤬

Theo 😰