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small-sinclair · 6 months

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Headcons of Slasher Band!au (House of Wax)No One Asked For

By: @arkunder

Lester has a bag of Hot Cheetos by his drums. During the show when Bo is talking, he munches on them.

Jonesy comes out on stage sometimes. She is the official #1 Fan of the fan club. Out of them all, she has the most fanart along with the raccoon (see below out that).

If the stage has a cat-walk, Bo uses it to his advantage to flirt and drive girls crazy. He’ll kneel in front of a group, his hand touching someone else’s, and he’ll take her hand, kiss it, wink, and keep singing. He loves it.

They once bought Girl Scout cookies in the middle of the show.

Lester ordered food in the middle of the show and asked what the other two wanted. During break, they are cheese fries and burgers in front of fans.

Vincent likes looking at fanart. He’ll sign the signs and art if he has the chance. Sometimes, if the art is really good, he’ll buy it if the fan or get information from them (like kofi or something) and commission something.

When Bo is drunk, he starts singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”. They have an unofficial cover of that song.

Lester has little raccoon charm for luck. He also has the raccoon squashmellow sitting in front of the drums. The fans worship the squishmellow raccoon. There’s merch, fanart, tattoos— this raccoon has a grip on the fandom.

Vincent has a base that is clear and made from glass (which he made), and he has one that looks like wax melting.

Bo once stopped the show and had the lights turn on because there was a guy trying to force himself on a girl. It ended with Bo himself dragging that guy out and threw him in front of a moving car.

At the end of certain shows, the brothers go off stage and meet up where there’s no cameras or fans, no eyes or anything, and do a group hug. Lester in the center of the hug, Bo on the right, Vincent on the left, they do one big hug to celebrate their hard work.

Whenever Bo lets Lester sing, Bo lets him sing a sad/slow song. The crowd absolutely loves to hear him sing and will actually go silent to hear his hypnotic voice.

It’s not a kid-friendly show, however, if their is a kid in the front and one of the boys sees them, they’ll give a pick or drum sticks.

Before the show, they play a video/psa going over crowd safety. There’s this part:

Bo: Make sure you look for your nearest exit if there’s an emergency, you dumb fucks.

Lester: And, please, don’t fight people. It’s not nice and is a crime in every state. :D

Bo: Unless you fight me. Then it’s not a crime.

Vincent, signing: It’s still a crime.

✨Bonus✨

All the slasher bands have a week where they play at a venue. It’s called Seven Bloody Nights. During this, the bands raise money for children hospitals, homeless shelters, animal shelters, crisis relief programs, mental health services and community, cancer research— it’s a great event with horror and gore and music!

Going off that, the last night, all the bands play together and make a masterpiece BANGER of a song. They put aside their hatred for each other and drama to play something that Vincent, RZ!Michael, and Brahms wrote. Jonesy even puts help into with her paw print, the Approval Mark. Even the legendary Michael Myers (Grandpa Myers), the one who started this event in memory of his sister dying to cancer, plays with the bands!

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kasiawo · 9 months

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I love your tattoo au idea!

So, do you have a map/references of Lester’s tattoos? What’s his first tattoo and piercing? For his shoulder, I would imagine he was raccoon paw prints, or Jonesy’s paw over his heart.

What about Bo? What are his tattoos? I imagine him with a “family tree” on his back with his parents and his siblings names, leaving empty spots if they get married and have kids.

Does Vincent have a twin tattoo with Bo? What would it be? I imagine him with Vincent von Gohu’s ‘Stary Night’ on his shoulder, or has Greek Mythology tattoos (because he made some figures of them in the movie).

Thank you for the answer and have a good day! I really love the au idea and it makes me wanna write it!

Thank you!!! sketchy-rosewitch made a text post about a Tattoo Au with House of Wax so it got stuck in my head and I wanted to draw something related to that. (Also sorry for the cut off tattoos here, I only drew what was visible for the most part lol)

I basically worked on Lester's tattoos organically, thinking what his brothers as amateur tattoo artists would practice with before starting their careers and went from there lmfao, especially the tattoo under the barbed wire on his neck, i wanted to imply he has some cheesy 90's tribal there lmfao. But I do love the idea of the paw prints because he 100% would have them. The pinup is sort of a parody of Paris Hilton from her final scene in the film as an american pinup. The cherry skulls are supposed to represent Bo and Vincent too.

For Bo my main idea was like, him being the one to "carry the legacy of the family name on" so a big "Sinclair" tattoo on his chest made sense to me. I also liked the idea that maybe Trudy had done his first tattoos on his arms and I wanted him to have a complex relationship with her so he decided to blackout the tattoos she'd done on his arms as a sort of "fresh slate" for himself. The family tree idea for his back is hurting my heart and I love that omggggggg

Vincent should 100% have twin tattoos with Bo! Both probably arguing over how big or intricate they should be or if they should be matching. And I totally agree that he'd have some very fancy artsy tattoos that he did and Bo finished up what he couldn't reach. I think he would be the only colour tattoo artist as well, which Bo feels a little jealous as his style would probably be mostly black and grey.

Honestly ty for this ask! And if you do want to write about tattoo au stuff please send me a link, I would love to read it!!!!

#house of wax #tattoo au #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #trudy sinclair #ask

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sherrylephotography · 1 year

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How are your tracking skills, probably better than mine. What animal is this?

Next set of paw prints, what do you think

I'm thinking racoons.

Maybe there all raccoon prints

@sherrylephotography

2/2023

#original photography on tumblr #sherrylephotography #my photography

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gynandromorph · 9 months

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i was really, really happy with how the clay impression of her paw print came out, though. i have it leaning against the front of her urn. idk, maybe her claws were a little long because i lost her dremel a few weeks beforehand or maybe they just had to push harder than usual because of the fluff around it but it came out looking like a little raccoon paw. i like it a lot better than the ink print i got of hers and i've been trying to replicate what i like about it in an actual black and white rendering because i want a tattoo of it. It's white so it's really hard to take a picture of it.

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c-e-d-dreamer · 2 years

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What If I Told You I’m A Mastermind? (Part One)

A/N: Well, in a completely unsurprising twist, Option B won, so here it is! The first part of my Witchy Nesta fic series. Now, I know what you’re thinking as you’re reading this, but Caty, where is Witchy Nesta? To which I say, this is only Part One. I need to set it all up, ya feel me? Also, you know I had to use a lyric from Miss Swift’s new album for this fic! But you’ll never guess who the mastermind in question actually is ;) Just kidding. You probably can. Anyways! All that to say, hope everyone enjoys :)

Lightning cracks across the sky, a silver chasm that cuts through the inky black of the clouds overhead and brightens the world below if only for a blink. The rumble of thunder that follows shakes the earth down to the roots of the trees that surround Cassian’s backyard, and Cassian swears he can feel the echo in his own bones. He continues to watch out the back window of his kitchen, waiting for the lash of rain to blur the pane, but it seems the clouds are set on holding their breath just a little while longer.

The trees groan and shift under the wind as it picks up, red and yellow leaves losing their battles and swirling down to the grass below. It’s then that Cassian catches movement beneath one of the larger trees, a streak of black that darts under the shrubbery. He feels bad for whatever squirrel or raccoon it is, hopes it can get back to its burrow before the rain starts, but then another streak of lightning brightens the sky, and Cassian gets a better look at the black and white fur, spots pointed ears and little paws and whiskers.

A cat.

There’s a cat in his backyard, and the skies are seconds away from opening up with this terrible storm.

Cassian doesn’t even bother throwing on shoes. He yanks open his sliding glass door and hurries into the backyard barefoot. Of course, as soon as he’s made it over to the brush, that’s when the clouds finally stop holding back, rain pouring down in cold streaks all around him. Cassian hunches his shoulders against the onslaught, pushing his wet hair out of his face, as he crouches down.

“Hey there, little buddy,” Cassian speaks over the sound of the storm, reaching his hand toward the bundle of black and white fur. The cat rears back on its haunches, hissing at him, and Cassian winces, praying to the Mother that he doesn’t earn a scratch or bite for his trouble. “Come on. You don’t want to be stuck out here in this storm, do you?”

Cassian continues to hold his hand out, waiting, counting mentally even as his clothes soak through more and more with rain. The cat continues to eye him, almost calculating with each sweep of those golden eyes. Finally, the cat takes a tentative step forward, sniffing at Cassian’s fingers before pressing under his hand so his palm slides down the fur of its head. With careful, slow movements so as to not spook the poor thing, Cassian shifts his hand to wrap around the cat’s belly, scooping the cat up and tucking it against his chest, using his other hand to continue offering soothing pets.

Cassian rushes back inside as fast as he dares without potentially dropping the cat, yanking the door closed behind him. He sets the cat down gently in the kitchen, heading into his bedroom to peel off his drenched clothes. Once he’s changed into a soft, dry pair of sweats, he grabs a towel, rubbing it roughly through his hair and stepping back into the kitchen.

It’s easy enough to find the trail of watery paw prints along the hardwood, and Cassian finds the cat sniffing and exploring around the cabinets. He uses the towel to scoop the cat back up, gently drying it off despite the cat’s meows of protest and attempts to wiggle free. When he finally pulls the towel away from the cat’s face, its fur is extra fluffy and sticking up all around its face. Cassian just barely holds back his laughter at the sight, and he swears the cat scowls back at him with narrowed, yellow eyes.

“What?” Cassian asks innocently, setting the cat back down and grabbing a bowl to fill with water.

While the cat drinks, Cassian snatches up his phone where he’d left it on the kitchen counter. He snaps a photo of the cat, telling himself it’s so he can post about finding a lost cat and hopefully find the owner, but really, he just sends it to the group chat with his family and friends. It earns him a series of question marks from Rhys and a slew of questions from Mor about being a cat dad now. Cassian does let out a laugh at the response, drawing the attention of the cat who peers up at him and offers up another meow.

“Feeling better now?”

Cassian crouches down so he can scratch behind the cat’s ears, eliciting a series of deep, rumbling purrs, the cat’s eyes falling shut as it leans into Cassian’s touch. He continues to run his hand down the cat's head and back until his own back starts to ache from the position, but when he stands back up, the cat just starts to weave back and forth between his legs, knocking its head against his shins.

He decides to scoop the cat up again, carrying it into his living room and settling on his sofa with the cat on his lap. The cat seems more than okay with the change, curling up without any coaxing. It’s easy enough to find a film on the television, and Cassian relaxes back, aimlessly stroking his hand through the cat’s fur. With every purr, every slide of the soft fur beneath his fingers, Cassian sinks deeper and deeper into the cushions, can feel himself unwinding one muscle at a time and the tension from his work week slipping away.

Perhaps a cat has been what he’s needed this whole time after all.

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Cassian steps out of his bedroom the next morning, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes and lazily scraping his hair back away from his face. He already has directions to the nearest pet store pulled up on his phone, already has a mental list of everything he will need, starting with food and cat litter. He’s started wondering if he should name the cat himself or ask his family for name suggestions, well past worrying that it makes him a terrible person for not even considering putting up “found cat” posters. The cat doesn’t have a collar on after all.

He finds the cat in question sitting in the front entryway of his house, meowing at the door. When it realizes Cassian has stepped into the room, it stands up and walks closer to the door, looking at Cassian with a look he swears looks like expectancy. As if that isn’t enough, when the silence continues to hang in the room, Cassian not moving and continuing to stand there watching curiously, the cat seems to roll its eyes. It lets out another meow and raises a paw, knocking it against the door.

“Do you need to… be let out?”

Tentatively, Cassian steps toward the door, unlocking it and pulling open. He barely has it open a crack before the cat is darting out, not even bothering to look back, and scampers down the front steps.

“Fuck,” Cassian curses under his breath.

Cassian rushes back into his bedroom, pulling a hoodie on over his sweats. He practically trips over his own feet in his haste to get a pair of shoes on, and then he’s sprinting out the door after the cat. His eyes dart back and forth around the block, trying to figure out where the cat could have possibly run off to. He spots it sitting on the sidewalk at the end of the block. For a moment, Cassian half thinks the cat is waiting for him, especially when it turns its head and meets Cassian’s gaze, but then the cat is taking off again.

Despite Cassian’s best attempts to catch the cat, it leads him to the next block of his neighborhood and down the road to a house that sits on the corner. Cassian’s steps stutter to a stop as he takes in the Victorian architecture, the dark shutters, the wide porch, the turret built into the left side of the house. Has this house always been here?

Cassian has to forcefully shake his mind back into focus, but by the time his thoughts have caught back up to the present, the cat has already made its way up onto the porch. It lets out a meow and the large, wooden front door swings open, the most beautiful woman Cassian has ever seen stepping into view.

Her golden brown hair is braided away from her face, wrapped around to look like a crown atop her head, but a few strands seem to have fallen loose and they fall in whispers along her temples and cheeks, adding to the cutting lines of her features. She’s wearing a black dress, the sleeves of it almost sheer. The v of the neckline accentuates her collarbones and chest, and the hem flutters against her thighs, showing off long, toned legs. Cassian can’t breathe, his whole mouth drying up. He’s never been so mad at himself for wearing sweats out of the house. This woman is a goddess incarnate, and he looks like he just rolled out of bed.

“Finally decided to return home, did you?” the woman asks the cat at her feet, her voice almost melodic. Already, Cassian wants to hear her speak again, wants to hear her say his name, wants to know if her laugh will sound as lilting and lovely.

The cat lets out another meow then looks back toward Cassian. It draws the woman’s attention too, and a pair of eyes so blue they almost look silver land on him. Cassian wants to drown in them, wants to stare into them until he forgets his own name, have them on him for forever. Gods, if he thought she was beautiful before…

The woman tilts her head, those eyes narrowing slightly, and Cassian realizes with a jolt that he should say something, that Cauldron knows how long has passed in just silence between them. He’s standing here, outside her house, like an idiot, his mouth practically hanging open while he openly stares at her. Between that and his appearance, he’s officially making the worst first impression known to man, and Gods, does he want to make a good first impression. He wants a lot of things with this woman.

“Hi, I’m… uh… Cassian,” Cassian starts, nervously rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “I found your cat in my backyard.”

The woman hums, her eyes sweeping Cassian up and down. It feels like fingers grazing along his spine and he has to swallow hard, even as his blood heats and blazes fire down his limbs. He waits expectantly for the woman to respond and tell him her name, practically thrums with anticipation for it. He swears he can hear it whispered on the autumn breeze swirling around him, swears something deep within his chest rises to meet it, to meet her.

“Thank you for bringing him back,” the woman tells him.

But the woman doesn’t say anything more. She spins on her heel and heads back into her house, her cat trotting in after her. The door swings shut behind them, as if flicked with a phantom hand, leaving Cassian alone on the sidewalk.

It takes all of his willpower to walk away and head back to his own house, but he can’t fight the smile that pulls its way across his face. His mind continues to circle back to that woman. That beautiful woman and the few words she actually said to him. Already, Cassian wants to know more about her, wants to see her again, speak with her. He wonders if he can figure out an excuse to do just that, wonders if he can convince her to go out and get a drink with him.

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