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small-sinclair · 21 days

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Musical Muse

Vincent Sinclair x reader

House of Wax Slasher band!au

Tw: Vincent was in a fire (he’s okay), some hints at sex but nothing graphic described, let me know if I missed anything!

A gift for @im-his-druidess and au by @arkunder

It was Vincent’s first night home for a 7-month-tour around North America. Late night FaceTime calls, texts messages, postcards, poems— it was good to see him home. The penciled in a two-week break for Lester’s doctor appointments and for a mental break. It was good to rest and sleep in for a moment. All three of them needed to recover from the accident—

He takes a deep breath and let it out slowly. He won’t dwell on it. Not now at least. Lester is safe and Bo’s hands were healing. That’s all that matters now.

Vincent tried to be quiet when he entered. He hung his base on the hook and stopped to look at the photos of you both. One of you two in the studio, another in a band shirt, and a lovely one of you and him at the alter, saying your vows.

As soon as he heard your footsteps flying down the steps, he felt his heart pull. “You’re home!” You shouted smiling, leaping up.

He threw his duffel bag on the floor in the doorway just in time to catch you. He spun you around in the air, smiling under his half wooden-plated mask. He blushes as your kisses littered his half-shown face.

“I missed you!” You yelled, giggling as he lowered you back to the floor. He rests his forehead against yours and held your hips just memorize you once more. “I really missed you, Vincent.” You lift your hands and hold his face. “You were gone forever.”

He nods in agreement. He didn’t want to sign anything, not just yet. Vincent didn’t want this moment to be over. Having you back made his unwritten melodies complete and he could hear notes play as he takes you in. You are his muse for most songs after all.

He took your hand and guided it to his mask, gesturing to you to take it off. Your feather-like hands took off his mask slowly and he closed his eyes, shivering at the cool air. His mask hung in your hand, and you smiled when you saw his face. He’s just as beautiful as the day he left you. Your free hand held his scarred cheek, his head leaning into your touch, while your eyes tracing every bit of him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, your hand, then ending with your lips. He pulled away before holding you close to deepen his kiss.

He has time to make up. Seven whole months without your touch, your embrace… he is a sinner. Your sinner. His deity. He has to find forgiveness.

With ease, he lifts you up, carries you with his arms under your legs, and heads for the bedroom down the hall.

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As you slept on his chest, Vincent held up his song book, writing silently, as a watched eye on you. Your shoulders were bruised with his love and affection like his. He only wanted to be closer to you and more. What praise can he give but love for you?

A song will do.

A song just for you so others can sing praises of you, be followers of you, but none will ever be as faithful and loyal as him.

He hummed the chorus one more time before closing his book just in time for you to wake up. He sat his book aside and laid flat on his back. You nuzzled into his neck and left a small kiss over his adam’s apple. A relaxed sigh escaped his throat as he threw his head to the side.

“Did you miss me?”

He nods, tracing his answer in your skin, ‘Yes.’

“Bed was too cold while you were gone,” you noted, his thumb gently making circles in your back. “But sleeping in your shirt’s comforted me.” You drew a heart in the center of his chest. “I took care of the plants, too. The cactus gave birth so there’s baby cactuses. Guess that makes us grandparents or something.”

He smirks and chuckles.

Silence was warm and comfortable between you two. The soft thumping of his heartbeat made house feel like home again. “…I really missed you,” you murmured. You felt Vincent’s lips in your hair as he pulled you closer to him. In a way, that was him showing that he’s here and you’re safe. “For a while, I went crazy thinking you weren’t coming home. I saw the fire at that wax museum you and your brothers were playing, the wax falling Lester’s back, and they got a video of your mask melting…” your voice trailed as he stiffened at the memory.

If the silence is too loud, he can still hear his baby brother’s voice screaming in pain and agony. Bo and he made dirt out of the inferno, but Lester was trapped, scared and alone. He remember he took off his mask before running back on Bo’s heels; his mask felt too heavy to wear that night. He still sees how bright the orange and yellow flames were as Bo moved wood and metal off his back. He ended up burning some spots on his hands but he doesn’t care. He was just as desperate as Vincent to get their brother out. Each twin took an arm and raced out with him before the museum’s gas could explode. Bo and he cradled their brother then paramedics rushed to his side and took him to the hospital.

He remembered how the world of heavy rock and metal was quiet for the night.

That’s why Bo canceled two weeks of interviews that night, 16 days ago, so they can recover from everything.

He gripped your body tighter and held you closer. You figured he must’ve been scared because he didn’t give you room to wiggle or move. Your hands held his arms and closed your eyes. “I’m happy you’re okay and safe. I’m happy and thankful.”

Vincent made a soft noise, agreeing with you.

“Just want to stay like this and cuddle,” you said, not asking. Luckily he nods in agreement, lifting the blanket up higher over your shoulders.

He didn’t want anything else but this. Vincent wanted you in his arms, in his heart, engraved into his mind. He’ll finish the song and draw a picture of you to put up in the bus. For now, he’ll focus on you and the reality of this feeling.

The sunset over the town like a dream.

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number1120 · 1 year

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As promised, here’s my thoughts on the Sinclair Band!AU fanfic book!

This’ll be a mixture of two AU’s based off the lovely @arkunder's band!AU and the awesome @loveandmurders's Sinclair sister!AU (their writing for the sister sinclair is so fucking amazing! go read it!). This'll be a fun one, trust me, because I had to go over every little thing from both two blogs PLUS a kill count video on youtube over HoW. Yes, there will be murder in this, but it'll be fore the good!

For this to work, I can't use "y/n" but it'll take the story element away from the tale. Also I have a hard time writing in 'y/n' context. I'll be practicing on my spare time to make it better. Thank you understanding. I haven't can up with the sister's name yet, but it'll come to me soon.

ANYWAYS!

The story is going to be base around the idea that the Sinclair Brothers did have an adopted sister in their family from when she was 4 weeks old until she was 6-years-old when she was taken away for two reasons: Near drowning and Bo pushing her down the stairs in the Wax House (the big spiral one!). Because of her young age, she doesn't remember much, but the last thing she remembers is bring ripped out of her brothers' arms... no lie. Like she was RIPPED out of their arms.

This crushes Bo and Vincent, and this breaks Lester because they were really close. Trudy? She wanted the girl gone because raising four kids was a lot, and she needed a reason to get rid of the girl. I mean, she was leaning in the doorway with a cigarette in hands as she watched the madness of her sons fighting police officers for their little sister. Victor was inside reading over files for the hospital, not caring that his sons were being traumatized. You know? Dicks.

To add salt to the wound, there was a firer car crash months later, July 17th, the sister's 16th bithday. When Trudy learned that there was a bad crash, the daughter in it, by Bo's teacher. She takes this as a sick way to make her sons to "forget" her, and, that night, she faked a phone call from the "hospital" and she tells the boys that their sister died later at the hospital. Of course, this CRUSHES them. Bo doing some unhealthy coping skills, Vincent not wanting to touch wax for a while, and Lester is a shell of a kid. They lost her for the second time, and it's for good this time. The twins were 12 and Lester was 8.

Fast forward to now:

Sinclair-Voyance is in the Top 10 rock band with their second album being in top charts seven times in a row! World tours, traveling, meeting the Royals inf England! There's nothing that the three brothers can't do! Things are finally getting better, and they are rocking and vibing hardcore with nothing stopping them! The twins are 22 and Lester 18 (and he graduated high school on the honor role!). They are the youngest rockers to hit the rock world, and nothing will slow them down!

... until their manager has them performing on July 17th, the Cursed Date. Bo wants to cancel it because it's the day where all three of them fall apart, but Lester convenes them that it's a good thing and they should do it! But make it different from the rest of the concerts, Vincent reminds them.

It'll be an honorary concert for their baby sister, their favorite sibling. The concert will be a fundraiser for the Fire Rescue and Recovery, a charity for children who were harmed in fries and car crashes. The band has donated to them a couple of times, but this'll be different: it'll be in honor of their sister. Bo won't getting drunk on stage, Vincent showing his face, and Lester taking lead for some songs when emotions run heavy on Bo to still.

Bo swears he's the reason why they lost their sister, and July 17th is the one day of the year where Bo falls apart like a bullet through a car window. He blames himself. It's his fault. The weight he carries will never be understood by his brothers.

Vincent designs limited edition merch, Lester posts a lot about the concert along with telling stories about survivors that went through recovery with the charity, and Bo will perform at a talk show and promoting this a week before the concert, hoping that other bands will join this cause, too. Now, a Humble/Sober Bo is a very rare sight, and the rock world knows it, showing that this thing is the real deal.

WHILE THEY ARE DOING THAT:

Their sister, alive and well, has a bad knee (from an injury she can't remember) and a burned hand (from the car crash). She and her friends are huge fans of Sinclair-Voyance, and their radio station is hosting a ticket "9th Caller" thing, and she's lucky number 9! She and her friends are stocked to see the boys preform, and the sister is excited, too, because it'll be her 16th birthday. Goodness, she's so excite to celebrate it with her friends and at the concert! And the concert is for a good charity that helped her heal from the car crash she survived. Because of the charity, her hand is scarred but fully healed, and it saved her hand from being taken. Anyways, she won tickets for The Stand Pit, and S-V was happy to trade a standing ticket for a front row seating ticket. She can't stand for a long time, and S-V Brand understood that (The Sinclairs a lot of things, but not ablest).

Plus, this concert will be able to be away from her abusive boyfriend and brothers. Well, she doesn't want to call them bothers for what they've done to her, but what else is she supposed to call them? They remind her every day that her first family didn't want her, and her first brothers tried to kill her! No one wants her. Even the new adopted family doesn't want her: they just wanted the check the state gives every month for taking care of her.

Even though she's a fan of their music, she always felt connected with them. Bo's voice was always comforting her like a lullaby. Vincent's kin smile and gentleness around children made her feel like she knew him. Lester's bright smile an happy brown eyes sending her back to a time she's forgotten. She knows she was taken away from a different family, but she forgot they faces. Is it possible to miss strangers who she's never met?

They felt like a home she never got to live in.

Before the concert, Lester is out near the pit doing autographs, talking, and doing photos with fans. He was the biggest smile on his face, but it fades when he sees his... no. That's not her. She's dead! That's just a fan who looks like her! Yeah, that's it. Besides, his sister's dead! He buried her in a white coffin with butterflies on it. Butterflies were her favorite, and the scar on her hand was in a shape of one she got while she drowned. While the town went to away on the day of her funeral to comfort his parents, the brothers stayed behind and finished the job before the digger could bury her. They threw dirt over her grave while listening to the radio, and they comfort her, promising that she'll always be an angel to them.

The three brothers singing their sister to sleep to "Amazing Grace" when they were done. Yeah... his sister's dead.

Either way, he forces a happy face and takes a photo with the sister look-alike. As Lester leaves to get ready and recovers from this ghost sighting, the girl catches his hand, At first the security is about to push her away, but the girl says to him with soft eyes, "I'm sorry for your lost, Lester. I hope she's resting well."

His eyes falls to her hand and see the butterfly-shaped scar. That seals it. It's her! It's really her! That's his sister and--and she doesn't remember him. He squeezes her hand, saying, "Thank ya, ma'am. It means a lot ya showed up for 's. Than' ya."

In her mind, his voice rings, and she's heard that voice before. Long before the albums and interviews. Long before Sinclair-Voyance became a band. Somewhere, his voice matched the screaming brother fighting to keep his sister in his grip. Somewhere, looking out the back window of a cop car, visions of her brothers fighting sheriffs flashed, and Lester was there.

She finally remembers.

Anyways, that's what I have in mind so far. Let me know if you have another idea!

#house of wax #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfiction #sinclair brothers #slasher fanfiction #slasher au #sister sinclaur!au #sister sinclair #slasher band!au #band!au #my writing

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bluecoolr · 1 year

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House of Wax band au dump [Pt.3]

Tour bus shenanigans

Vincent's headphones: Breathe in... and out. Release the tension in your body. Embrace the calm and let it wash over you.

Went for a different kind of mask too. Gets a bit muggy under the wax one.

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arkunder · 6 months

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We need more slasher band au twitter posts theyre giving me life ‼️💥

Couldn’t agree more honestly

Swear I got more characters for the au in the works, and also maybe official reference sheets one day mayhaps.

#slasher band au #shitpost #asa emory #jesse cromeans #my art #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #rz michael myers #michael myers fanart

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latenightsundayblues · 7 months

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I live for your amazing drawings of Stu and Billy in the slasher band au looking foward for more!! 🌸

Aww thank you😭😭im usually a bit embarrassed of posting too much AU stuff but i made a little something for you!

It's them during one of their photoshoots. Stu always takes the opportunity to whisper insults about Billy's emo boy ways without immediate retaliation.

#hes definitely catching hands in the trailer after this tho #the trashy tabloids have field days with their semi-public situationship lmfao #scream 1996 #stuilly #billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x stu matcher #scream fanart #slasher band au #latenightsundayblues ask tag #latenightsundayblues art tag

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hanighul · 2 years

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🩸 I am your servant,

may I light your cigarette? 🩸

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unknownmelodies · 27 days

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So I have noticed in the story of yours lyn doesnt enjoy bring called "lianne" any reason why?

Lyn hates being called Lianne was cause her mother when she would always discapline her she would be called that. So when people call her Lianne the person gets her attention asap (mostly beacuse they assume they've done something wrong and or someones really pissed off at them)

Lester Billy,Stu found out after some time at school, whenever they would call them that they would tense up. So to comfort them in some way Lester began giving her nicknames that instead of making stressed, it would make her feel safe. Billy and Stu followed doing the same thing.

#slasher band au #band au #melodieswritings #melodyanswers #slasher au #slasher

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copias-sewer-rat · 9 months

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The Band Ghost (Slasher AU)

Which famous slasher are the papas and how would they react to you being the final survivor?

Gender neutral reader. If you like these, maybe I can make something lengthier if you ask for them.

TW: MINORS DNI +18!! gore, violence, swearing, disturbing imagery, mentions of bullying and depression, stalky behavior, some implied non-con but nothing specific, hints of smut here and there but it is more of a tease. All of these under the cut!

Enjoy!

💅🏻NIHIL - FREDDY KRUEGER (A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREEET)💅🏻

This man gives Freddy Krueger vibes. He normally "haunts" Copia already as a ghost, so it is easy to imagine him haunting you in your dreams.

You had been a noisy brat, digging shit to learn about him and his past, to find a way to stop him. He did not like that one bit. He was so ready to finally kill you in your sleep. When you gave yourself to your exhaustion he sensed you enter the realm of dreams, preparing to hunt you down and cut you bit by bit.

The setting of the dream was your old high school. You knew the building like the back of your hand, so it would be fairly easy to escape Nihil if he got you cornered, or so you thought. What you had not considered is that you were dreaming, and dreams are not an exact replica of the real world. You encountered bottomless pits, never-ending stairs and long and dark corridors that you did not remember being there in the first place.

Nihil caught up with you several times, each time leaving superficial cuts on your skin, making you whine and whimper in pain, but ultimately letting you escape. Those noises coming out of you were doing something to him, something that he had not felt in a very long time. He was going to see how long he could stretch your hunt so he could hear all the sweet noises that your were able to make. And who knows? Maybe if you play your cards right, he might let you live a little longer.

📦PRIMO - PINHEAD (HELLRAISER)📦

Primo is Pinhead 100%, have you seen him?

You had the box in your hands, and you were going to destroy it for good. The fire you had ignited lit your face in a monstrous fashion. You were beaten up and so tired that you thought that you were going to collapse there and then.

Slowly you extended your hand, holding the box tightly. Looking at the fire deeply until you saw yourself. A more powerful version of yourself was looking back, but you were still holding the box, this time close to your chest. You tilted your head, curious. Something was creeping your mind, and it was winning. Without thinking about it, you stepped forward towards the vivid flames. Suddenly, a hand came out the fire and grabbed the box. It was not tugging it, just holding it gently, brushing a finger on your knuckle. Then, something or rather someone appeared though the fire. A man, very tall and thin, with skull-like makeup and pins all over his face was looking at you with a mismatched gaze. You were entranced by him, by the contrast of his rough looks and gentle touch.

Primo was the keeper of the box, its protector. However, he had been alone for so long. He knew of your existence far long before you got the box. He saw something in you, a darkness equal to his own. An appreciation of the pleasure that comes from pain. You were like nothing he had seen before, and he hoped that you would accept what he was offering. The flames were only a mirror towards the future that could be if you let youself be free.

You had nothing left in this world, no one was going to miss you and you frankly had had enough of your pitiful existence. It was time to control something for once. So, you extended your other hand and put it on top of his, as if accepting your destiny besides Primo.

He understood. He knew that you wanted an escape. He had made sure that you wanted it. In return for all of the pain he had caused you, he was going to you all the pleasure you could handle. But he knew you were able to take all of it.

🌲SECONDO - JASON VORHEES (FRIDAY THE 13TH)🌲

Tought on the outside, softy on the inside.

This was the worst vacation of your life. The bodies of your dead workmates were scattered all over the camp and you were the last one alive. Not that you cared much about them, they were a buch of shitty assholes, but the scenery was not pretty to look at. That creep that had rose from the lake had killed everyone and now he was coming to get you as well. He was fast and silent, so you did the best you could to try to call the cops without making any sound.

Once you got to the only public phone of the camp, you used the last change you had left to call the cops. Hoping for a quick answer. Secondo was quicker though. He had cut the line some minutes before your arrival. He wanted you alone, all to himself. You reminded him of his youth, of how bad everyone was to him. He did not want the same to happen to you, that is why he had killed all those people. He had seen them hurting you, mocking you and calling you names. He did not understand why, to him you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He just wanted to protect you, to make things right, even if it meant to have himself drenched in guts, brains and blood. They were from those terrible people who had hurt you, so it was a pleasure for him to do so. He would cut his own limbs if that meant that he could see you smile. However, no one else could get involved, you had to understand his reasoning first. To him, it was love.

He was going to show you all his love by making the most beautiful bouquet. One smeared with the blood of those who had ever dared to wrong you. Then, you would understand. He had planned everything in is mind: a romantic gesture, followed by a dinner and then you giving yourself to him in every possible way. If you did not want that, he would leave you alone, but he had to try first.

📞TERZO - GHOSTFACE (SCREAM)📞

Of course the slut was going to be Ghostface.

He had killed all your friends, and in his opinion, he had saved the best for last. You had trapped yourself inside of your house, you were oh so helpless and terrified, a candy for him to taste and savour. So he decided to do just that, have a little taste.

The phone to your house rang, you were hopping for a friend or even the cops, but you knew better than that.

“Hello, darling. What is the matter? Why are you hiding from me?”

“THE MATTER IS THAT YOU ARE A FUCKING PSYCHO!” You were so scared, you hopped that your screams would unsettle him, but they only made him more eager to get you.

“Oh, is that so? But you should not scream like that, it is going to hurt your beautiful voice and I want you to be very vocal when I get you. I am going to reveal myself to you and you are going to be screaming my name when I stab you, cara.”

The sexual innuendo did not get pass you, and you blushed. You were a sucker for horror movies and this was turning like one of your most private dreams. Terzo had a very good view of you through the living room window. However, that knowledge, that perception of the other’s presence was not mutual.

He saw your cheeks glowing a crimson red, and your pupils dilating. He could also swear that he could feel the heat radiating from you out there in the cold. You were attracting him like a moth to a flame, and the feeling was mutual. For you, it did not help that Terzo's voice was so smooth and sensual, even through the phone.

“Oh! Did that get you all hot and bothered? Interesting. Maybe we can make a deal then.” He said, and you could hear him smile through the phone.

🔪COPIA - MICHAEL MYERS (HALLOWEEN)🔪

I think Copia, most of the time, is a bit silly to be Michael. However, I also believe than when serious, this man can be very scary and a bit stalky (and sexy AF). It also does not help that his mask looks a lot like Michael's. (Also the MV of Hunter’s Moon, duh!)

You were on your own, all your allies had been killed by the stalker. You had escaped to an abandoned building, but he was close behind, even if you could not see him. Knife in your hands, shaking like hell, you heard deep and steady breaths behind you. You turned abruptly to face their origin. There was nothing there. You were becoming paranoid, you said to yourself. But you were also sure that he was looking directly at you from the shadows.

It was true, Copia was having the time of his life. He had been obsessed with you for so long, and now, he had you so close. Your smell and your fear clouding his senses. He decided that that was it. He had been watching for far too long, he needed to touch you, now. So, he swiftly creeped behind, grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head. He pressed on your body, pushing you to the nearest wall. He was towering over you, mismatched eyes glowing behind his mask. Breath so hot and powerful that you could feel it even with the mask that separated your faces. He had you at last, the dim light from outside outlining your figure, so weak and small, all for him.

He truly did not want to hurt you that much. He just wanted to have you close all the time, to creep inside of you and stay there, forever. For him you were the comfort that he had been looking for during his entire existence. He could be sane with you by his side, or maybe you could be mad together. It did not matter that much to him.

You had stopped trembling at last. The tears that were close to come out from your eyes had dried completely. You looked at him, directly in the eyes. You saw the craziness, but also a passionate fire, just for you. That is when he let your hands go, but your bodies stayed so close to each other. You could feel his heart racing, something that you were sure that was not normal for a man like Copia.

If you wanted to live you had to risk it all, so you took the most insane approach you could think of. Very slowly you rose your hands to his face, touching the bottom of his mask. You stopped there, waiting for any kind of negative sign, anything that told you to stop. There was nothing.

Very slowly you took his mask off completely, revealing a very shy looking man. Sweat on his brow and black and white makeup smeared all over his face. You for sure felt like going insane, because to you he looked like the most beautiful man you had ever seen. You cupped his face, so gently it even scared you. It was like all the fear from the last few hours had dissipated completely. That is when you felt something poking your stomach, and you were sure that it was not a knife.

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*My masterlist*

#cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #ghost #papa emeritus iii #papa nihil #papa primo #papa secondo #papa terzo #fanfic #slashers #michael myers #jason voorhees #freddy krueger #pinhead #ghostface #ghost slasher au

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bon-is-gone · 1 month

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POV: you're Loid taking the picture

Thank you once again @unknownmelodies for collabing with me! This was such a delight to make with you :DDDDD

#slasher band au #art #artists on tumblr #oc #drawing #digital artist #digital art #digital artwork #slasher #slasher art #slasher oc #slasher community #comic art #comic #collab #collaboration

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gayraltofrivia · 11 months

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i like to think that billy would sound exactly like will wood from his will wood and tapeworms era if he sang...it's about the unhinged mania 🤌

#black christmas #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz #slasher imagines #band au #perhaps

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probably-a-plant-thing · 1 year

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Doodle time

It started with skulk then quickly devolved into this guy

#sketchbook doodles #original character #skulk #slasher oc #oc art #doodles #i actually dont know if this is a new guy or another genre of Skulk #because i designed him last night when chatting band au with Blue

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small-sinclair · 29 days

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Sinclair Band!Au Headcanons (and a story)

Au by: @arkunder

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During a show, Bo was handed a gender reveal paper. He looked so confused but opened it. He told 3,000+ fans that a couple was going to have a girl.

They crashed a wedding by accident. They ended up staying and partying! They even did shots with Grandma! Bo ended up French kissing the bride before leaving.

Vincent held a baby during a conference. Why? It was crying in the mother’s arms and needed new arms. So, Vincent took them and held them for the whole time.

Whenever they go out to eat, Lester gets the hottest thing on the menu. He loves the spice.

Bo and Vincent do staring contests.

They play rock-paper-scissors over who does dishes on the bus.

You’ll always find Lester eating the cheesiest grilled cheese whenever he does interviews. He’ll even bring an extra for the interviewer, too!

There’s fishing gear in the bay of the bus. So, Bo and Lester will go fishing if they’re by a lake while Vincent draws or writes music.

Speaking of nature, Bo fought a gator while some kids were swimming. He didn’t care about saving the kids, he just wanted to fight a gator. (He own and dragged the dead lizard to shore, took a photo, and brought it home to made gator gumbo.)

The twins do jam sessions before the show starts. When the roadies are setting up the stage, Bo and Vincent would go out and play chill/vibe music to pass the time. They Vincent takes lead while Bo follows.

When it’s really muddy outside and he’s left unsupervised, Lester rolls in the mud. Bo would yell at him but ends up fighting him in the mud while Vincent watches from the bus with a camera.

Now for a thought (Bo x Reader):

Bo is in love with a sound person, y/n. Every little thing you do makes Bo crazy. He is flirt and a charmer by nature around the crowd and when he performs, but he only wants to win one heart. Your heart is the only one that matters.

When sound check is done, Bo will bother them and talk. No matter what he does or say, he doesn’t get anything from your. He does think about giving up for a moment but the fire gets rekindled after a show. He was leaving stage when he heard drunken fans bother you as you were trying to get out of your little booth. He watched like a wolf, his eyes slowly starting to burn with anger as they started slurring their words and hanging an arm around you. He saw how uncomfortable you were and heard you tell them to leave.

Then he heard a hard backhand against your cheek and one spitting.

That was enough to kill them. He left the shadows and stood behind you, dry blood still on his face from the performance. They were so out of it that your attackers thought it was real and scrambled away. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one over your shoulder while the other wrapped around your waist, as he held you close.

“Don’t fight monsters alone,” he drawled, his voice heavy and smelt softly of whiskey.

You wanted to say something, anything, but nothing left your throat. You leaned back into his arms and rested in his chest as he buried his head in your neck. You could fell his anger boil and fade. He knew you were safe. He knew you were okay in his arms. He knew you were there away from the drunks and the noise. He wanted nothing less that to keep you like this.

That’s the moment he fully fell in love with you and your cotton candy smiles and eyes all over again.

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Here's a snippet for The Band!AU

inspired by: @arkunder and @loveandmurders AUs of the Sinclair's.

It was Bo’s idea for the religious themed night, where he and Vincent would wear the white collars under the black shirts, fake blood on their hands and arms. They looked like fallen priests that last their path of the Lord, and Lester was the new shining hope that could bring them back. Lester’s black shirt was unbuttoned at the top to show off his rosary, and he was the only one not covered in fake blood. Father O’Connor gave the rosary to him in Ambrose before he and his brothers left on tour a few weeks ago. He didn’t feel comfortable with the theme of the night, but he was more than willing to try it out. Bo promised not to make fun of the Father’s gift because it met a lot to Lester. Father O’Connor was the one who made sure the boys felt welcome in the church going up, and he made sure all three know the Word back to front. Yes, Bo did resist it because of… personal reasons, but he still came to church every Sunday. But tonight’s theme was all his idea. It’s to promote the new album that’ll be coming out in three days, and the song lineup has three new never-before-heard songs.

He took another deep breath, nervousness filling his head to make him dizzy. He bit the inside of this lower lip hard enough to taste sweet iron and bitterness from the lack of sugar. If he could do back flips to get the nerves out, he would. He felt like he was going to throw-up on his boots, but he had to stop himself. Men don’t get nervous; that’s what his father taught him. What he would give just to hear his grandmother telling him that he was going to do good—

His thoughts were interrupted as Bo smacked his back a bit too hard, causing him to jump. His hand clenched the drumstick tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"Nervous much?” His brother hummed, his drawl in a joking matter. “I reckon you’ll do fine.” He held a devil-may-care grin, his bright blue eyes glowing from the smeared blood from his forehead. It didn’t make Lester cringe at the sight of his brother like this, but it did make him feel uneasy because it brought back a memory of when they lost—

Lester clinched his jaw tightly, swallowing the memory down his tight throat. He turned his attention back to the crowds screaming and getting hyped as the lights started to shine dimly in the fogy filled stage.

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