#Tom Ambrosi

[sealedchasm]

me too tom magne will shrivel infront of a tall lady

realest thing ive ever doen and i dont regret it

[boiling-potato]

“ Hey Trix! Hows life been treatin’ ya? “

— Tom A.

She's happy to see and talk to her favorite boi again! :DD

[justafriendlystranger]

~Achilles and Patroclus~

(Tom ambrosi x Lo Quill)

"I will look for you in every lifetime,"

"Until we finally stay together."

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UAAAGGHH!! I MISSED MELLOW TIMEBOMB!! TAT <,333 I'm so glad that this au is bringing my most favorite oc x oc ships back!!! Achilies as Tom and Patroclus as Lo honestly has my heart!! QwQ <,333333

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Tom Ambrosi belongs to @sealedchasm

Lo Quill belongs to @feelin-lo

[aesopsbaby]

any masquerade au thoughts or thinkerings? :000 ive been missing that au so bad 😞😞😞😞

OUUGGGHHHH!! This is gonna be long,,and kinda hard to understand since my mind is a little muddled rn 💔

ANYWAYSS hear me out now!

I like to think that the different partners (Tom,Lo,Trickster,Meztli) all each have different little "endings".

It's like a game! And they probably treat it as such too.

Example: You accept Meztli for a dance! The other partners leave you with him and as the night goes on, you're presented with a question from him: "Do you trust me?"

Will you get entranced by the glowing diamond-shaped pupil peering down at you? Will you allow him to take your hand and take you away?

...do you trust him?

And depending on your answer, the ending may differ! >:] There's different routes based on your answers/actions.

ANDD some other things:

Everyone is more popular amongst the guests but Tom is preferred more.

Guests are rarely seen with Meztli. And he doesn't get many partners to dance with. It's probably because he's waayyy too arrogant. Always have his head tilted upwards and making snarky remarks at the guests passing by. (And sometimes he's just bored and cast them aside mid-dance..)

THINKINGGG about how the entire party was hosted by Trickster and when the doors shut, all 4 of them have until a certain timing to eliminate one guest. Ohh but not ONLY to kill them, but to also successfully get the guest to admit that they want to be killed by their partners. (Through written/voice recording/video whatever)

So that plays into both their killing tendencies and how they're going to use their charm and charisma to their advantage.

Tom belongs to @sealedchasm !

Lo belongs to @feelin-lo !

Trickster belongs to @boiling-potato !

Meztli belongs to me :D

[plaguegirll]

greg offhandedly mentions that he’s gay and tom (the forehead-kissing nero guy) is like WOAH cock pocket are you fucking hitting on me you sleaze??? is that what this is, you’re USING ME for your own corporate advancement and personal pleasure GREG??? and greg’s like no i- tom you, you’re not even like my, uh, type, i guess? and tom goes white as a sheet and starts shaking in place before very quietly he’s like oh. okay, gregory. us lowly fucking emperors just aren’t ambrosial enough to quench your sweet whorish thirst, huh? is that it? you were waiting for the fucking demiurge to descend upon you instead, you yipped-up hippy? what if this was it for me, greg? what if my survival depended on the daily-dwindling hope of a future that you’ve just snuffed out like a fucking yankee candle? you’ve got blue fucking blood on your hands now, greg, and all the sweet fucking soaps of the waystar fucking bathrooms won’t fucking sweeten this little fucking cock-up.

[kisses444katie]

kiss (t.k)

a/n: hi lovelies, if u ever have any requests or questions please feel welcome to ask, enjoy this lazy draft ♡

(not proofread)

-love always, katie

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

the room was dark, only flooded with pale moonlight. gazing up at him through your eyelashes, your doe eyes only accentuated in the moonlight, they glistened innocently.

his calloused fingertips swirling around your plush cheek, tracing little hearts onto your soft skin. you found yourself falling into his warmth. he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, your ambrosial scent was like a descended fog, clouding his senses.

skin tickling by the contact of his warm kisses along your neck's cold skin. a thumb caressing your cheek.

the small pecks travelling to your jaw, to your cheek, and then finally to your lips. and when your lips connected and mouths met, you were on cloud nine. he was your form of ecstasy.

what had been intended to be a small peck had turned into a deep, passionate kiss. his hands on your waist pulling you closer, your arms slung around his neck.

moments like these were heaven-sent, it was as if the world had been made for just the two of you. however, you knew tom, you knew this wouldn't last forever.

"we can't." your pillowy soft lips breaking away from his, the crimson stain slightly smudged from his touch, directing your gaze into his confused one. "i don't want to be just a fling to you."

his gaze softened at your words "you'd never be a fling to me." your bodies still pressed together, the warmth making you lose all sense of yourself, and you realised you were in too deep to care whether or not his words were laced with lies.

your gaze shifted to his lips, his thumb on your cheek slowly dragging across your face and onto your bottom lip before you subconsciously parted your lips, allowing him to press his digit down on your tongue, flattening the curve out.

"and you want this." he whispered, before he removed his thumb and your lips connected once again. it was so gentle, so sweet, it was addicting. he bit your bottom lip lightly, yearning for all those sweet noises he knew you were capable of. when you gave him one, you could feel his cocky smirk form. using his hands set on your waist, he tugged you closer.

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

[nonsensicalpineapple]

Prompt: Sign

Tom was having the absolute worst migraine of his life. Which, considering the plethora of inane babblings he's been subject to through the years of Slughorn's parties, and the general monkey-brainedness of his peers, is saying something.

There's an awful pounding in the back of his eyes, like his brain is trying to escape from his body. There's a ringing pain slicing through his brain like razor blades, so he doesn't blame it one bit. The ringing strings down his spine and through his teeth, clenched tight in his mouth as he desperately holds on to the dredges of a smile.

The flickering florescent light coming from the newly set up "Limited Edition Spellcaster's Collection" -- read that in a mocking voice --placed directly in front of his spot at the counter was not helping. Neither had the screeching tones of the Hag that had tried to bargain over the prices listed for the items.

How in Slytherin's name anyone would believe an "Ambrosial Elixir of Honeyed Ichor" -- read that scathingly -- exists is beyond Tom. That people seem to genuinely believe some kind of off brand Elixir of Life is just, sitting in the front of a shop on a pop-up sale, has not done wonders for Tom's faith in the Wizarding World.

But that wasn't it, no, to Tom's eternal suffering, there seemed to also be a presumption that if such a thing did exist, it could be haggled down to a price less than what would already be an absurd 10 sickles.

It couldn't be enough that Tom had to watch these people proudly flaunt their infinitesimally minuscule minds, they also had to be abysmal customers that thought the minimum wage worker at the front desk had the ability to change the prices on their boss's snake oil.

Needless to say that now, at the end of his shift, Tom is beseeching the Gods, Mother Magic, anyone or anything, for a sign to go on. To move himself from the standing position he has stuck himself in for the past 6 hours, trudge through the miserable downpour outside, and make it to his rickety flat that always smells of rotting fish, that he's barely making rent on.

He finds himself frozen in place for a moment, wondering how this is the point he has gotten to. Is this all he will ever amount to? Just a smiling punching bag for fools? An easily exploitable pawn for Borgin to push scraps at as Tom's worked to the bone? Is this going to be the rest of Tom's-

The bell rings.

The. Bell. Rings.

Tom has just been standing here, he didn't turn the lights out, he didn't flip the sign to closed, there's someone moving towards him but Tom can't even see them with the way his vision is blurring, his migraine choosing this moment to peak, the pain eclipsing everything as everything suddenly goes dark.

Someone is breathing very harshly, it takes Tom a second to realize it's him. He can't see anything. He can't-

The person! They must have attacked him! Tom snaps his wand into his hand.

"Hey." A concerned baritone calls to him, and Tom whirls on them with his wand. "Woah!" The voice exclaims. "Um, are you okay?"

"What did you do to me?" Tom hisses, his breathing harsh -- he can't see, he can't see, and everything still hurts. He feels wetness on his face.

"Erm," the voice hesitates, "I didn't do anything, but if you tell me what's going on then maybe I can-" footsteps come closer to Tom.

"Stay back!" Tom shouts, jabbing his wand in the direction of the sound. The footsteps cease.

"Okay, okay," the voice says soothingly, and Tom gets the mental imagery of someone raising their hands in the air, "I'm back. Not moving."

After a few more moments where all that can be heard is the desperate rasp of Tom's breathing, the voice continues.

"So, what's wrong exactly?" the voice asks casually, "I'm only asking because you kind of look like you're about to faint. Are you in pain?"

"I- I just," Tom breathes out unevenly, stumbling -- his mind is exploding -- "just, just shut up."

Tom reaches out his arm to try and lean against the counter, but he misses and full sends to the floor.

"Oof!" -- the breath whooshes out of him, rough since he was already struggling for it, he flails for air.

As he's gasping on the floor like a fish out of water, he suddenly feels a body near him, and then coolness on his chest. Tom is nothing but too much sensation -- all pain -- by this point, and he says and does nothing as the coolness sits there, and slowly, the buzzing in his mind, if not the pain, stops.

"What did you do." Tom rasps out.

"I already said: nothing, mate." The voice replies calmly, "You just sorta freaked out."

"No, I mean, just now." Tom asks more insistently, moving up slightly.

"Shhhhh," the man says, pressing a firm palm to Tom's chest, "I just did a small cooling charm on your Vagus nerve -- it helps with calming down."

Tom stays silent after that, he feels more wetness trickle down his face. He's too tired and in pain to move.

"Are you okay?" The voice asks softly, once more.

"I can't see," Tom says after a beat. His voice sounds small, he hates it.

"And are you in pain?" Tom is asked gently.

"Yes," he grits out, his eyes are clenched tight too, trying to blot it out, "It's just a migraine."

"Ah." the man says, then stands up and moves away. Tom almost wants to call him back, before he realizes how ridiculous that is. The man is gone for long enough that Tom also finally begins to realize through his haze of pain how much more ridiculous his position on the floor is.

Tom's about to begin getting up when footsteps begin moving back his way, along with the clink of glass. The warm body -- he notices now, so warm -- moves back next to him.

"Brought you a Pepper-Up and a Numbing potion," The man says cheerily. "Should make you right as rain!"

Tom presses his lips together for a moment, about to exclaim how he is 'not an idiot, and will not be drinking anything given to him by a stranger' before he realizes this man could have killed him at any moment during Tom' pathetic display, and that Tom's situation honestly cannot get worse than this.

He allows the man to move him into a sitting position and press the cool vials against his lips. Tom can at least say for certain they taste like the potions he's brewed in the backrooms.

Slowly, the painful haze razing through Tom's mind dissipates, and he opens his eyes to bright, green meadows.

The meadows move back, ah, it's the man's eyes. A deep, vibrant green, speckled with gold, and framed with dark and plentiful eyelashes. The man's skin is a rich tan, ever so light freckles from the sun splashed across his nose and cheeks, a hideous pair of bottle spectacles resting on them, and riotous, inky hair curling over his temples.

"Hello?" the man's perfect, pink lips ask, in a manner such that he's likely done so multiple times, "Sir?"

"Ah," Tom blinks away his dazzlement, or tries, "Yes?"

"There you are!" The man says, face lighting with a bright, relieved smile, "thought I'd have to take you to St. Mungo's." He seems thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe I still should?" he asks.

"No, no," Tom shakes himself. Tom begins standing up, the man protests but Tom smiles and gently shakes him off, "I'm fine, thank you."

Now both standing, the man frowns. "If you're sure," he says uncertainly.

His lips pout so cutely.

Tom looks the man up and down, emphasis on the down -- the man is much shorter than Tom, coming just up to his chest. His physique is toned, however, a muscular body straining the t-shirt beneath a humbling jacket. Tom wants to rip it off. Both the jacket and the shirt.

"And to whom do I owe my thanks to, if I might ask?" Tom asks smoothly, letting a sly smile lilt onto his lips.

"Oh, erm," the man shifts uncomfortably, "Harry. Harry P--" the man coughs, "Evans." The name falls stiltedly from his mouth.

"Harry Evans," Tom breathes caressingly, and the shorter man flushes -- excellent. It may be the loopy side effects of the potions, or from the endorphins following Tom's...incident -- but Tom feels ravenous towards the raven-haired boy in front of him.

Tom runs devouring eyes over the man, and steps closer to him.

"I'm feeling well, Harry, " Tom says, looming over the man, "but would you mind walking me back to my flat?"

The man, turning a deeper shade of pink as Tom lowers his lashes at him, stutters, "Um, well, if you're feeling okay, then I'm not sure-"

"Just in case, Harry," Tom whispers into his ear, "It's only a short while away." Tom places a hand on the crux of Harry's neck and shoulder, running his thumb along the collarbone.

"Oh, Merlin," rosebud lips breath, green eyes widening and flush spreading down Harry's neck as Tom grins with shark-teeth.

As Tom pulls the dazed man out of the store with him, intending on leading him only up to the neat(er) flats lining the block before his own -- enough time to gain more information on the man, perhaps set up another meeting -- Tom feels that the universe has answered his calls.

The sun has begun shining outside, the clouds having been chased away by the gift brought to Tom. Yes, Tom's sign has been bestowed upon him, with vivid green eyes and easily flushing cheeks, and Tom is not one to let that which belongs to him slip away.

End! :D

(I did this because I have been trying to actually finish writing something for the past...years. And I never have, so I thought I'd just get a randomly generated word and give myself a word limit. The word limit part icked me out so I just tried to write one scene. And I did it. It's...so much longer than I wanted it to be but I did it! I completed something..at what cost, but yay me! At what cost is for real by the way I have so much homework due tomorrow I'm gonna cry, lol. Except not really because I don't even think I'm processing that fact rn, just processing the scene I've written. Coping mechanisms are great! Maladaptive, but great!)

[vedisvixen]

I’ve been reading books of old,

the legends and the myths,

Achilles and his gold,

Hercules and his gifts

and clearly I don’t see myself upon that list,

but she said, where d’ you wanna go?

How much you wanna risk?

I’m not looking for some fairytale bliss,

just someone I can turn to

somebody I can kiss

[libidomechanica]

D upon thy smother rought was sent

And, born. Draw from each darknesses  round, year delcat smelt  o the even a  lawn, with 

all bears of the moon,  gives out. To whom a  curse was them  not seen might was 

an equal your  eyes throughout more and lo,  thou, perspects sun is over  wain her swan 

or holly brain! Wise and  flow things evning their reports,  and render voice, ambrosial  dark, or 

learn after the quay,  and how my hear the  lights proudly to have  them? T tell; and 

pain my heart with  when sown, that  fed, whom ye the wide,  below, and 

the streets on a  tavern, with  violent. Enslavd, spread  tolerably saints; 

then crowing various art, it  may gaind his food, be  in alley of our  charmined 

summer in dates, face, and  hath bear twins, named he: a  virgin like an always  rent age horribly 

useless gangs to  embellies reverishd not  do and glades, which she gems  she walls one in 

passion hast by that all  things upon he coral North  and reign filld by the  braunches, throve and 

the soul that god indolence  is it no  liar telligible as  grow? So cold, that 

I turns dearest fitteth vs;  leaue you aint with  thou call her right have  with they 

should his eyes are purple  are not down; they count our  son left the  cheek and round the 

wonder that in  my soul, as ioyings of  life short, did found back, come, my  long a smile in 

hast the chalice of  painful rhyme, and by  the months whisper,  eventh Hearts are 

may fast all the number  caught. for I have  her music animals; and  without 

religion of  her ever-breast Keep  their eloquenchd my widower,  To whom I 

forty beare? appears my oer again— t worth in  the true and the  must no furniture—

a doze grow? A shadow  watch-dogs house I  content with  honour thou, Lovers, 

bind to me, but it  was told thy proper  hence the vale: “art though  unsufficience o” 

my own natural spices,  sweet in soul  breaching could say) And go. Bed  to known grown 

her arms they bread? ; and you!  In the must give  the sandhills, yeve ruind to  his charms 

he checked my mothers hurried, for  which received  to be -  that once it 

kiss the chastities prim  persists, the  world and so often  crown against 

Time, theyr good, he knowledge  in Milton,  like Tom Waits. He took my lifetime  or fitted 

fantastic hint there we says: “ My chief sae sweet sedge,” the  day I discloseth out  of sometimes, (

like than and long summer  would beauty along— he  had it they were swell as  tholic             with 

board a virgins with  a ground were  at least forlorn. Betwixt the  cunning rooke.

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[sealedchasm]

May I humbly request an art for the council ship pls? :,3

(I missed these beautiful creatures TwT)

HELLOOOO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING SOONER,,, thats just a big ahh gummy worm dont worry

meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby

trickster to @boiling-potato

and lo to @feelin-lo !!!

[boiling-potato]

YaaAaAAaaAasss!! Sibling bonding~!! 💅💅✨

Ah! Yessss!! finally finished!! Tom and Trickster bonding! (^▽^)‼️‼️✨✨

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Tom Ambrosi (one with the yellow eyes) belongs to @sealedchasm !!

[justafriendlystranger]

After hours~

The council scenario!! (masquerade au)

The scene goes something like this... 3 am, or as people would call it, the witching hour. Tom was roaming the the halls of milkshake mansion unable to sleep. He was so tired because they just finished hosting another successful party, a winter's ball to be exact. Entertaining, talking and charming guests sure took a lot out of him than expected and yet when the day's finally over, not a wink of sleep is coming to his favor.

He figured that maybe a little stroll could probably relax his mind and hopefully put him to a more tired state just enough to let him sleep. He was enjoying his time taking the view of his companion's mansion when he heard something... Music? No, not just any music.. the ballroom's music and it's also coming from there.

Of course, tom struck by curiosity couldn't help but follow the music. He was led to the doors of the place where they hosted all of their magnificent parties. Wasting no time he then open the doors and was shocked to see his companions also awake, wearing their sleeping attire and... Dancing? Well, Lo and meztli are while the green haired girl, Trickster is accompanying the piano.

Tom then approach Trickster while looking at the two boys dancing.

"Can't sleep too?" Asked Trickster without looking up.

"Yeah.... what are you guys doing?"

"Enjoying our time alone together. It's nice to hear the silence after a long day of thundering music and the cheering of guests, don't you think?"

And with a last twirl, meztli then dipped Lo into his arm and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. It's much nicer to see all of them without their mask on, it just shows how beautiful their eyes are.

Trickster then finally stopped and looked up at Tom with a soft smile on her face.

"You look nice, I knew that black button down shirt would look good on you.... Heh I'm so glad you decided to stay even after the party's over."

Even with the party being over, Trickster manage to maintain her charm that Tom couldn't help but to blush a little at the comment.

"Heh thanks, you look... Nice too." Tom complimented back. He then looked up at the two boys who are heading right towards them, Meztli walked towards the green haired girl then offered her a hand. To Tom's surprise, Trickster actually accepted meztli's hand without a single sarcastic or mocking remark like she always does whenever she's interacting with meztli. He then lead her to the dance floor and started slow dancing, her night gown reflecting the soft glow of the candle lights.

"She needed that.."

Lo said while standing beside tom, looking at meztli and trickster.

Lo then turned to Tom.

"We needed this.... so..."

He offered a hand towards Tom, looking at him lovingly.

"May I have this dance~?"

~~~

Soooo... I may have over done it.. sorry.. :,))

~~~

Lo belongs to @feelin-lo !

Tom belongs to @sealedchasm !

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby !

and trickster belongs to @boiling-potato !

[aesopsbaby]

I MADE MORE I UH.

Hope you like them <,3

First: Tom Ambrosi and Nxyin Arcanite (@sealedchasm)

Second: Dice and Crimson Cardmaster (@thekinderwizard)

Third: Winter and Viola (@mystique-flowers-and-sibling-duo)

Fourth: Star and Kumiko (@startheimpactfangirl)

Fifth: Esther (@startheimpactfangirl) and Sylvester (My OC)

Sixth: Meztli (My OC) and Trickster (@boiling-potato)

Seventh: Meztli (My OC) and Lo (@feelin-lo)

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12 Ambrosial Home Interior Paint Wonderful Ideas

80s Home Remodel

When working on a small Soho apartment, interior designer Caleb Anderson gave pride of place to Tom Dixons S chair, offering a contemporary counterpoint to his clients antique bureau and desk and a girandole lamp from David Duncan Antiques. Photo by Lauren Silberman

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12 Ambrosial Home Interior Paint Wonderful Ideas

80s Home Remodel

When working on a small Soho apartment, interior designer Caleb Anderson gave pride of place to Tom Dixons S chair, offering a contemporary counterpoint to his clients antique bureau and desk and a girandole lamp from David Duncan Antiques. Photo by Lauren Silberman