#ambroos

[nofatclips]

Live rendition of Memory by Boogie Belgique

[agena87]

I was meant to make some models for my future cc releases, instead I created some new OCs.

I present to you, some of the Winderburgese elite (plus an old rock star). Countess Hendrika and Grand Duke Meint are engaged. Don't think for one minute that they love each other, 'cause their (future) union is just politics and money. The Grand Duke needs a wife after his father stepped down from the throne, and Hendrika, while "only" a countess, is the only heir to the richest family in Windenburg, but as a female, she can't inherit her family lands and fortune, and needs a (legitimate) male heir; hence the engagement. Of course, in public, they appear as the perfect couple, seemingly happy and deeply in love. But behind the closed doors of the various palaces and mansions they find themselves inhabiting at any given time, things are quite different. See, Meint couldn't care less about his fiancée; he didn't even want one to begin with (he was perfectly OK with one of his cousins inheriting the throne after him). As for Hendrika, well, she has needs (lots of). And a very specific taste for older, dominative, men. So, she starts an affair with the Prime Minister; a short and unassuming man who, it turns out, is into pet play (him, being the master of said pet), which is right up Hendrika's alley. But it's not enough for the countess, so she turns toward her future father-in-law, and former monarch and general, Ambroos, who had been widowed for more than a decade, and used to be quite the lady's man during his youth and rumoured to be on the violent side in the bedroom (he is). Finally (?), Hendrika meets Kobus Baas, the former singer of a glam/hard rock band, a known political opponent to the tyrannical Windenburgese regime and "degenerate" (as in he's openly pan, which is not something that is accepted, or even quite legal, in the Grand Duchy). The sense of "danger" of being caught consorting with such an individual (and the sexiness of the guy in question, 'cause look at him!) pushes the countess to "jump" into his bed nearly as soon as they meet.

THE END (for now).

[arkhamcalamity]

meta + Lydeckers

meta meme // accepting! @fxllenwilson mak knows how to get me excited

THE LYDECKERS. OHHHHH MY GOD, they're fascinating. Because they went from being on the kill list to being allies. They kept their oral history of Amity and her threatened curse, but in a few generations when Ambroos Lydecker was told the tale, he wasn't scared- he was obsessed with bringing her back.

Ambroos happened to be in the same generation as Amadeus Arkham, and was a very skilled architect. The city was growing at a rapid rate; Amadeus wanted to build an asylum after amity shattered his mothers sanity his mother went off the deep end and Ambroos was all too happy to help construct the plans for that and major buildings across the city...

To be a beacon for supernatural beings.

he used sacred geometry and sigils to craft magic into the city itself, it's buildings, and especially the asylum. the underground tunnels have Amity's sigil carved into it's stone walls to give her...boosts of a sort. and it's expansive. you can damn near get everywhere in the city using them. just don't get lost

^^ see the inverted A's for her initials? They're on secret entrances as well.

See, Ambroos started a secret society too: 'Terrible Trio' and his moniker was a Fox mask. And that fox mask and the trio society would get passed down generationally. As well as the family trade of architecture! They kept adding these superpowered buildings and to the tunnels. And all this got them a pass. They'd successfully moved from the kill list to allies.

All the way to late 1800's when Absolon Lydecker was the new fox in town and his family's work was paid off a bit

Still in his early teens when he was head over heels for Millie Jane Cobblepot. (i've written a memory about this here) but tldr: Millie Jane wasn't as corrupt as the rest of her family. And when she wanted them to go straight and narrow well....

they disagreed. Absolon needed a way to fake Millie Jane's death and sneak her to freedom out of the city. And Amity.....needed a new home for her bones. So, they made an agreement.

and Now? well, the Lydeckers are still on a mission to bring back Amity Arkham. I've stopped Olive's timeline in the middle of Gotham Academy for my writing, but her classmate, Amanda Lydecker, knows exactly who Olive Silverlock is. She's still the Terrible Trio fox Gotham Academy's rules against secret societies be damned.

like I said, this isn't canon to my olive bc of where I've freezed her timeline, but in the comics, Amanda successfully gets Amity's bones, and The Old Book of Gotham- not to banish amity though. The book has a different spell. One that can permanently bind amity to someone. Forget brief possession bits, it's meant to permanently secure Amity's control of someone. Amanda ends up successfully casting the bind to Olive... (it breaks, don't worry but it was not looking good for a minute)

[burlveneer-music]

Kosmo Sound - Fruit of the Void

Belgian dub-jazz outfit Kosmo Sound release their sophomore album: ‘Fruit of the Void’. Prepare yourself for a wonderfully fresh sound that is indebted to dub, yet offers a fresh take on the genre. With an infectious love for deep basslines, meditative sounds and dense grooves they proudly display their jazz influence through a sense of experiment and rhythm.creditsreleased November 25, 2022 Saxophone - Ambroos De Schepper Guitar - Edmund Lauret Keys - Bos Debusscher Bass - Mattias Geernaert Drums - Marius Couvreur Guitar - Cyriel Vandenabeele

[oplishin]

december 3 2012:

michael cole calls dean "daniel ambroo"

this entire segment of the shield night at the museuming their way to the ring to confront team hell no is deeply silly and i appreciate that

this seth gear inexplicably includes him wearing a tiny little watch. is the watch small or is he just huge i will never know

it is striking seeing tiny children in these audiences because i was a tiny child on december 3rd 2012. that child is probably older than me

it's weird hearing paul heyman go "ladies and gentlemen my name is paul heyman" without the audience going "P A U L H E HY MAN" i didn't realize that was a recent (not really) development. also fun hearing him say "reigning defending champion" for someone else

seth cannot for the life of him make a ponytail that does not fall apart instantly in very entertaining ways

they were big fans of the triple power bomb very early, in all their appearances thusfar they've done it at least once

what the fuck is ryback

[brettscieszkaillustration]

"Deen Ambroos" From: Wrestlers for my sister's birthday sketchbook. 2016

[twistedsoulmusic]

A world away from Ambroos De Schepper’s work with Kosmo Sound, Azmari and Mos Ensemble. His new endeavour under the guise of Bandler Ching is a stunning blend of electronic, trap, hip-hop, global beats, and contemporary jazz.

[lesoviik]

Some of my centaur OCs - respectively Charlotte, an unnamed fjord, Ambroos and Yorrick.

[eiginleiki]

Ambroos Stoffels

[invisiblesketches]

I really did an incorrect quote because I have decided that the dsmp fusion is now an oc named Ambroo, I'd do anything for him, he dimension travels and karlnapity adopted him since karl found him in the in-between. So yeah lineless.

[emjenenla]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker & Original Character(s), Wylan Van Eck & Original Character(s), Jesper Fahey & Original Character(s), Original Character(s) & Original Character(s) Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey, Original Characters, Ambroos Baas (OC), Kees Van Dijk (OC), Minna (OC), Espen (OC), Mentions of - Character, Jan Van Eck, Maxim Vasilyev (OC), Roeder (Six of Crows) Additional Tags: Post-Book 2: Crooked Kingdom, Unreliable Narrator, Manipulated Narrator, Religious Fanaticism, Wylan is Not Impressed, Neither is Jesper, Kaz Perfects his Ghoul Impression, Kaz Thinks Baas is Hilarious, Baas Does Not Mean to be Hilarious, Kaz Has Managed to Become an Urban Legend, Meanwhile the Merchant Council Schemes, There's some Kanej at the end, Ableist Language, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net Series: Part 7 of That's what we do. We never stop fighting. Summary:

Ambroos Baas came to Ketterdam to reform it. He may not realize it yet, but he’s in way over his head.

[nofatclips]

Chicago by Boogie Belgique from the Prelude to Machine EP [Samples Chicago by Tommy Dorsey and his Orchestra]

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

if the lord don't forgive me, i'd still have my babe and my babe would have me

Ambroos was nervous. Any sensible person would be. 

His gang was going to kill Dirtyhands. 

Liam said that Brekker had run the Barrel for too long now, nearly ten years. He’d been on the top for long enough, said Liam, and it was high time someone had reminded him how hard you could fall in the Barrel.

Ambroos didn’t like it. Dirtyhands was hard, yes, but no one could say he wasn’t fair. He’d never lied about what he was–the worst monster in Ketterdam. ...Even the merchers took him seriously, much in the way you seriously took a knife held at your throat. 

But Liam said that wasn’t enough. Liam said that Dirtyhands was no better than any other Barrel boss, that the stories that had sprung up around him were mere wild exaggeration. How could any man, much less one not even thirty yet, do half of what the stories claimed he did? 

...

Brekker raised his cane and knocked the knife out of midair, sending it into the wall. He braced himself against the desk, cane still in hand. He eyed them with a look that could only be described as affronted annoyance. “Only my wife gets to throw knives at me.”

Some years down the road, an assassination attempt is leveled against Kaz. Inej absolutely does not take it well.

[arkhamcalamity]

🔐

Memory meme // Accepting! @masquenoire

Arkham Asylum was always a power beacon. A combination of Amadeus being blood of her blood and Ambroos Lydecker being so knowledgeable about the supernatural. Crafting ley lines and sacred geometry into his architecture. The city was full of places that could sustain her without a host, and it remained so through time. By the time the 19th century had come into passing, a new Arkham was in charge, oblivious to her presence in his ‘hospital.’ 

What she didn’t expect was the blood of one of her enemies being dragged through the Asylum doors, crying with a piercing rageful scream. Nor did she expect her to be so young. 

Millie Jane Cobblepot was a mere twelve when she was forcibly committed. Catching the ghost’s attention at once. You didn’t need to be a doctor to realize the poor girl wasn't insane. Distraught, certainly, but she didn’t belong here. Nor did she belong in such a craven, despicable family if the kindness of which she treated other residents was anything to go by. 

It’d only taken a week of listening in to realize what had transpired. Apparently not much had changed in three hundred years in the Cobblepot's insatiable hunger for power. They’d moved beyond burning girls at the stake, to tossing liabilities into asylums. Millie had wanted to expose her family’s corruption and start anew. And so, they crafted her a perfect prison to make sure she couldn’t. For the first time in three hundred years of killing off descendants of those who wronged her, Amity decided to make an exception. 

It took time to find the right person. As fate would have it, Millie had a frequent visitor. Absolon Lydecker. Perfect. 

“Lydecker." She could tell from his reaction he knew exactly who she was. Good. That would save time. “Should have known the foxes would keep their history.” They were still running in secret societies all this time later. Still moving chess pieces across the city. 

“I’ll make this brief. You care for Millie, and we both know she doesn’t belong here. I have a proposition for you. That will benefit us all.” 

[anonniemousefics]

My Dearest Inej - Epilogue I

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | BONUS CONTENT - Epilogue I |

Originally posted on AO3

Rating: Teen and Up

What follows is a collection of letters, found bundled together in twine, kept among the personal belongings of the feared privateer, Inej Ghafa, captain of The Wraith.

Chapter Summary -- A gratuitously self-indulgent two-part epilogue because it made me happy :) If you’ve enjoyed this fic (or others) and feel like buying me a coffee, you can here. Thanks so much to everyone who’s come along for this ride. This one’s for you. 

BONUS CONTENT - Epilogue I

(in Jesper’s handwriting, accompanied by an empty bottle of kvas)

Welcome home and congratulations, assholes.

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My dearest Inej,

My darling wife,

Brekker –

It has brought me no small amount of joy over the years to hear this name uttered with unfiltered contempt, and, lucky me, that has been happening a lot as of late. Since you are now a hundred miles out to sea, it’s my hope that, through this letter, we can now share in this delight together. (I assume this is part of what you were after when you stole my heart and took my name, though, for the life of me, I can’t work out what else you got out of the deal. You are one horrendous negotiator, Mrs. Brekker.)

When we first returned, I’d chalked it up to the Dregs being unsure of how to act around me since the poisoning and the coup attempt and the shoot out and the jailbreak. Perhaps I’d finally asked too much of the lot of them. Perhaps some time was needed before normalcy resumed.

But now it’s been a couple weeks. And I’m starting to think this has nothing to do with my near-death experience.

I’m starting to think I’m being ignored, Brekker. I’m starting to think our nuptials in Novyi Zem may have ruffled some feathers.

Jesper, in particular, is being shockingly petty. The man hasn’t so much as glanced at me without disdain in a week. Which I’m not entirely unused to – it’s not the punishment he thinks it is – except yesterday, I was refused entry into his home to walk Ambroos at lunch time. I had to wait around until his meeting at two bells and then pick the lock like some common criminal.

(Don’t say it. My criminality has been called many things, but common is not one of them.)

Wylan has informed me he thinks I ought to extend an olive branch, so to speak, and try to make amends. He said this with a completely straight face. It’s like he just met me yesterday. Make amends? For what? For once, I have done nothing wrong – in fact, I’d argue that I finally did something right. Jesper’s just going to have to face facts – he has chosen the mercher’s life, and now not every adventure is going to include him.

Oh, gods. This did get under my skin after all. Damnit. Jesper can’t know, all right?

When are we running away together again? Can it be soon? Mornings without you in my arms are the kind of unbearable torture I typically only reserve for turncoats. All of this only serves to solidify my intentions to stow myself away on your next voyage. Ketterdam is now frigid and stupid, and even that matters little to me when my heart is with yours across the waves.

Counting the hours until then.

Yours,

Kaz

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(hastily scrawled and unsigned)

Excuse me.

EXCUSE ME.

Tell me you and Brekker didn’t elope in Novyi Zem. Tell me this isn’t true.

I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU BOTH.

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My beloved Mrs. Brekker,

Why am I receiving death threats from Nina Zenik? Not that I don’t mind a good death threat now and again – jogs the liver, as Jesper says (or would say, if he was speaking to me). But Zenik’s are colorful and weirdly specific and involve detailed descriptions of what she intends to do to with my entrails, and I don’t care to be upstaged like that.

Yours,

Kaz

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Dear Nina,

My dearest friend, I enclose this letter with an overabundance of apologies and Ravkan toffees. I did consider there was a chance that an elopement wouldn’t sit well with everyone, but please know that it was never my intention to purposefully exclude anyone from a celebration. In fact, I assure you that a marriage was never even part of the plan when we set sail for Novyi Zem. What occurred during our travels was very private and healing in its own way, and that was all that I was considering at the time. I swear I was not trying to keep anything from you.

Maybe you would like it if I told you the whole story? Would that help?

We didn’t even start to consider it until a month into our stay. We’d spent a perfect afternoon at the seaside, wading in the shallows and trading kisses in the shade. But I knew well enough that happiness like this tends to not stick, and the thought of it all ending so soon started to break my heart – after all, a month had already flown by. And, as we talked about this, and found that we both felt the same way, we began to see what fools we would be if we let all this happiness slip away from us without a fight. That’s never been our way, after all.

And so began a whirlwind couple of weeks of perhaps some of the most unromantic negotiating and scheming you’ve ever seen. You’d have been appalled. We drew up calendars and maps, routed out how we could each split our time between land and sea, worked up how we would delegate to our crews in each instance of absence, and squabbled and bargained and plotted until what we were left with was a deal that neither one of us could walk away from. A deal to each other and our shared happiness. A commitment to fight for it always.

You’ll be shocked to learn that it was Kaz who first mentioned that what we were plotting looked a good deal like a marriage. I was inclined to laugh at first – I mean, can you imagine it? The Bastard of the Barrel, a shackled man. And me, a pirate with a land-loving husband. Sankta Alina, it feels ridiculous to write even now. Oh, but it would have been a terrible lie to claim I didn’t want it, this life we’d crafted. I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I waited an unbearably long time to say it so plainly to him – that was not my brightest decision. I think I just deeply feared that he’d end up resenting me if I pushed for this formal commitment, if I told him how desperately I wanted a life with him. Evidently, he was feeling the same way. After Kaz had mentioned it, we both tip-toed around it like idiots for the remainder of our trip, right up until the final week.

I’d spent the day making arrangements with the crew, making all the necessary preparations to leave by the week’s end. Kaz was waiting for me at the door of my quarters on the Wraith while I was sending away the last of the crewfolk with their assignments. I’d turned to gather up my things so we could return to our inn for the night when, out of nowhere, Kaz blurts out: “Marry me, Inej.”

Nina. I thought I was hearing things. I think I just stared at him a moment, probably a beat too long, too flabbergasted to register what was happening. You’d think I’d be used to this by now – he does have such a bad habit of waiting to say how he’s feeling until it explodes out of him. So, he said it again: “Marry me. Marry me before we leave here. I’ve wasted too much of my life wanting you from afar.”

And then I said, in a complete stupor: “Are you actually proposing right here.”

He swallowed hard and looked away – I think it was dawning on him how terribly unromantic he was being. His ears were turning pink, and my mind was just this awful blank space totally devoid of language – it was being so unhelpful.

And then Kaz said: “I’ll beg if I have to,” with that endearing sidelong glance, like he knew exactly the way to my heart. (Of course he does.)

I do love it when men beg.

Now that we were both grinning, he shocked me further by attempting to go down on one knee in front of me, which I found really distressing, given his bad leg, and I wouldn’t let him do it. Which is how we ended up on the floor together, a ridiculous, clumsy mess of promises and kisses and laughter (mostly mine) and tears (all mine), and that’s where I’ll stop, since what happened next isn’t really for polite company.

(Not that I’m accusing you of being polite. I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d just much rather tell you everything in person.)

And from this moment, it was as if we were both overtaken by a sort of giddy enchantment. The decision was made – the most logical decision I feel we’ve ever made, and there seemed to be no reason to wait. Or rather, we both felt we’d waited long enough. We made arrangements with another captain at the port to marry us. Kaz bought me a bouquet of wild geraniums from a flower cart on our way. It was exactly everything I needed, and the most perfect end to our journey I could have imagined.

At present, I am at sea for the next three weeks before returning to Ketterdam, where Kaz will be joining me on a voyage to Ravka to visit my parents. We would very much like to see you when we arrive, if you’re not still angry. Please be happy for us.

Love,

Inej

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My lovely and dearest, much-too-easily-pleased friend,

Of course I am happy for you. I am sad for me. It’s all very selfish, I recognize. I wanted an enormous Suli wedding for you. I wanted days of celebrations and feasts. I wanted to shower you in all the wild geraniums you could imagine and attend to the train of the gorgeous, colorful gown I’ve dreamed up for you. I wanted to watch Jesper get uproariously drunk and then try to make a speech. I wanted the opportunity to deeply embarrass Brekker publically. And none of these things shall happen for me, and for that I am sad.

But of course all of this pales in comparison to knowing that you’ve found a good partner for life in Kaz and that you will obviously be very happy for the rest of your days. I just would like to have seen him spoil you with the grand wedding I believe you deserve, but if you’re pleased, then I shall be, too.

Can I at least throw a party for you both when you come to Ravka? I would be happy to include your parents.

Love,

Nina

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Inej, my darling, love of my life,

What in the fresh hell is this?

(enclosed is a piece of expensive-looking parchment, neatly calligraphed with the following)

The honor of your presence is requested

At the nuptial celebrations for

Inej Ghafa

&

Kaz Brekker

(a note in Kaz’s handwriting: “Celebrations”?! Plural?!)

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Zenik -

There is no force in heaven or hell that could compel me to attend nuptial celebrations, even – and perhaps especially -- ones allegedly thrown in my honor. There is a reason Inej and I were married in secret. I do not trust the conspicuousness of these large soirees – we are wanted in four different countries, for gods’ sake. Possibly five.

I suggest you cease and desist whatever it is you’re scheming immediately – or I’ll have to see it done myself.

--Brekker

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Dear Mr. Brekker,

I wish to write you today to welcome you into our family. My daughter has delivered the news to me that the two of you have exchanged vows to each other before the Saints, and while my wife was at first distressed to learn that what is meant to be the most sacred of ceremonies had taken place for our daughter aboard a ship, docked in a far off country, we have each since made our peace with it. I wish for you to know that we do not harbor any grudges over being uninvolved in the giving away of our daughter’s hand, and that, henceforth, you are as a son to me. We are grateful that our beloved Inej found you. I trust that you will love her well for the remainder of your days.

We can hardly wait to celebrate your union properly when you come to Ravka next. Our caravan is yours.

May the Saints bless you both with long, happy lives together.

M. Ghafa

(an addition in Kaz’s handwriting, the ink dark and thick from the numerous times it’s been traced over)

FUCK

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Zenik –

I know you are behind this.

- Brekker

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Brekker,

I have done nothing you wouldn’t have done yourself. Do we have a deal?

- Zenik

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Zenik –

Clearly my hands are tied.

You had better be procuring a security detail fit for kings.

- Brekker

P.S. – Fine, I’ll admit it – well played.

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To be continued…

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[scrapnick]

🥺🥺🥺just thinking of kid June helping out her parents and inventing gadgets to help them out🥺🥺🥺

Wouldn’t y ou know it, i actually drew them real quick!!

Their names were Ambroos and Hannie Robinson! June’s middle name is after her grandmother so her full name is June Femke Robinson! ☺️