#bo sinclair x oc x vincent sinclair

[nobitchs-world]

Me: I love horror movie slashers

My scary ass if I ever saw them:

[demon-lover-669]

Slashers: *puts Y/N in an escape room to test their skills*

Y/n: *happily kissing the security camera when they notice it*

Slasher: *smiling the talks over the speaker* baby you have to try and escape….

Y/n: but it’s so cozy in here

Slasher: *sighs and goes to get their partner*

[azne09]

"I once knew a girl made of wax, a sculpted beauty, a piece of art— he carved her to be divine."

... In which Vincent sculpts the woman of his dreams as a wax statue and sees her come alive when a group of college students decide to shoot their short movie project near Ambrose.

... Or also, in which a stupid short film project and a group of self-centered narcisists college classmates led Theodora to be trapped in a ghost town occupied by serial killers brothers who turn visitors into wax.

(pretty much a plot idea for a possible house of wax fanfic with lots of blood, guts, angst and MESSY drama— also I'm at it doing posters again !! :D)

[wildgirllz]

Slashers x bubbly!girlfriend:

[leonsmommykink]

creating oc’s are literally so fun, especially when it comes to the scenarios omfg i eat it up every time

[irenadel]

I’ve had House of Wax brainrot for like a week and though I’m fic writing, life is also not letting me get much in depth writing done. I would really love to RP with someone who wants to RP as either of the Sinclair twins. I’ve got a particular artist female OC in mind. I’m very open to kink and smut but I also love poking family issues and unraveling fucked up dynamics. I’m open to RPing in tumblr or discord, whatever is most comfortable.

[avintmich]

I can't stand it. I read a post about the Sinclair brothers with pregnant Oc. Yes, of course, it’s very cute and.... homely (?. I don’t know how to describe it) BUT FUCK. Just think, Ambrose is a city of doctors, especially without an obstetrician! brothers are their own doctors and surgeons (yes, in my opinion this is funny, ha.ha.) Perhaps at the time of contractions and other crap, Lester will take the wasps to the nearest hospital, but do you really think that they will accept you and give you the proper care/help? No, believe me, no. They will literally look at you

- Um... Strange people came to our department in a smelly car... And they have a pretty girl giving birth... Okay?..

Well, really! Moreover, all subsequent expenses for the child, and what if Oc has health problems? There won't be enough money from the victims. Moreover, in that post everything was described so nicely, but excuse me, I sat there vomiting from this post. No! I don't want to say that the post was poorly written! no no, no way. But I just decided to think about this situation and I felt... Unpleasant. And so, frankly, do what you want

I liked the concept of pregnant So with children who follow him like ducklings following their mother duck. Well that's nice. That's it, wait for a sketch with this idea

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Could You Be Seen With Me and Still Act Proud?: Vincent Sinclair x male!reader

Warnings: homophobia, ableism (I think that’s what calling Vincent a freak would fall under), abusive parents from both sides.

A/N: Honestly Vincent would be the second easiest Sinclair brother to confess your love to. Also not me using a Heathers reference 🤭🤭

The school hallway crowds at one end as you and Vincent walk to your next class. Loud yelling and cheering can be heard, you furrow your brows and look at Vincent before the two of you book it down the hall.

Mandy, one of you and Bo’s friends comes up to you. “Bo’s getting beat up by a couple of guys. Talkin’ like it might have to do with Vinny!”

Your stuff drops to the ground and you push your way through the crowd and into the fight.

You grab the flannel of one of your classmates and pull him back. Punching him in the nose, he falls back.

“You’re defendin’ the damn freak too!?”

You sneer and kick him roughly. Bo has the other guy against the locker, you lower your guard enough for the first guy to get up and punch you. He throws another one at you, a groan escapes your chest.

There’s a loud whistle and all of the students disperse, only leaving the four of you, Vincent and Mandy still in the halls.

“Get up! Principals office, all of you.”

Mr. Kent, the gym teacher and you and Bo’s baseball coach shouts. The four of you are quick to get up, Mr. Kent is right up your asses. As you pass Vincent and send him a wink, he shakes his head in disappointment and leaves with Mandy to go to their last class.

-

“You can’t keep doin’ this. It’ll ruin you.” Dr. White, your principal sighs and leans back in her chair. “I’m giving a week suspension and you’re helping cleaning the cafeteria after lunches when you get back.” She finishes. “I just hope you have something planned when you graduate or you’ll end up in jail. I personally don’t want any of my students in jail.”

“Oh yeah, got stuff planned Dr.White. No need to worry about me. I’m just defendin’ a friend s’all.” You smile, you’re slouched in your chair, with your hands clasped.

She sighs and brushes a loose strand of her permed hair from her face. “You’re very smart. Very good grades, you only get in trouble for things like this. You don’t need to fight everyone who says things about Vincent. Those boys out there are not gonna end up in good places, pick and choose your battles and let life handle them.”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to choose your words wisely. You look back at the messy haired principal and smile. “Will do.”

You hear the door open and your parents bust in. “Ma, Pa! She was just finishing up!” You smile, standing up to go and hug them. They stand with more than pissed faces.

“Oh no you don’t. Sit your ass back down.”

You do just that.

“Dr. White. We are so sorry. We taught him better than this-“

You zone out, it’s the same speech as the last five times and even the first five times this has happened. Really all you cared about was how you were gonna hang out with Vincent tonight.

The guest bedroom would be a good idea. The locks don’t work and the window doesn’t squeal when you touch it. It’s downstairs too, it’ll be easier to get out. Then you could go behind everyone’s houses and sneak up using the latter Dr. Sinclair always has in the back.

“Get up.” Your mom grabs you by the ear but let’s go when you comply with her command. The three of you walk out of the office.

“Bye Mr. Sinclair.” You wave your fingers at him, he mimics you, attempting not to laugh. “Andy, Abel, I’ll see you two in a week. Hopefully scraping gum from under the tables.” You chuckle, loving their pissy faces.

-

“You gotta stop doin’ this! Lucky we don’t whip you straight boy!” Your dad shakes his head. “This better not be because of Dr. Sinclair’s boys either. I am sick of you gettin’ in trouble because one of them can’t stand people talkin’ about his brother a certain way.”

“Well no one should be.”

“Shut your mouth. It ain’t like they’re lyin’! That Dr. Sinclair shoulda let both of them suffer and die. Instead we gotta go an’ have a psycho and a freak runnin’ around our town!”

Your fists clench. “Bo ain’t a psycho and Vincent ain’t a freak. They was just born that way and that’s okay! I hate when you say shit like that!”

“You watch your mouth, I only say shit ‘cause your reputation is in shambles ‘cause o’ them. They cause all this trouble here and you get dragged along!”

“Who cares?!”

Silence falls between you and your dad. He frowns and you realize you’re in deep shit.

“Gonna end up in jail one day boy, you best get you ass up to your room ‘fore I beat you.”

For once you listen, huffing and trying not to say shit. You close your door and lay in your bed.

-

Your knuckle taps against Vincent’s window and you wait for him to come to it. His long black hair shines in the moonlight as he opens the window.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice is aggressive, but you can’t help to smirk at him, you know his tone is that way because he’s nervous not because he doesn’t want you here.

“Come to save you Rapunzel.”

Vincent’s eye squints, he rolls it and grabs his crossbody bag, knowing that you’d keep nagging him until he agreed. You climb down the later, Vincent following after you.

“I was gonna ask for you to let down your hair but I think that would’ve woken your parents up.” You joke, Vincent shoves you and you try and not laugh. Taking his hand you guide him into the wooded area that surrounds the town and to the creek.

Gravel crunches between your shoes and you set down your coat for Vincent and you to sit on.

“Anything happen to Bo?” Concern fills your voice, Vincent shrugs and grabs a rock, skipping it across the water.

“Same old.”

Lecture, mom getting huffy and leaves the room, dad ties his wrists together and beats him with a belt, sends him to his room without dinner. Then Vincent gets praise for being so good and never getting into trouble.

“My dad didn’t whip me this time. Then again I stopped talkin’ back an’ went to my room when he said. I’m grounded the full suspension and then some. Don’t matter though cause I’ll always find time for you.”

Your chest swells a bit. You always like time with Vincent, these moments you feel like yourself, Vincent doesn’t judge you and you don’t judge Vincent.

“Why do you find time for me?” Vincent’s voice is almost a whisper, when he asks your brain feels like shutting off. You were always honest with him.

When you were younger you’d tell Vincent how cool he was with a mask on. You told him even if he took his mask off he’d still be cool. Then throughout school you’d tell him how much you struggled and just wanted to leave Ambrose. You’d do anything to get out. You just weren’t truthful about one thing, and you should’ve been.

“I uh-.”

Your confidence falters and vulnerability shows up. Your whole body feels like it’s sweating, like you’ll melt into a puddle any second. Vincent turns his head and looks at you. All of the air in your chest leaves. Why was this so hard?

“You take pity on me don’t you?” Vincent’s voice gets defensive, he’s on the verge of building up a wall that you don’t have the time to knock down. You panic.

“No! No! I’m- fuck I’m so scared to say this. You have to promise you won’t tell no one. Not even Bo.”

Vincent nods and holds out his pinky, you take it in your and shake it. The anxiety in your stomach seems to dissipate.

“I’m in love with you Vincent.”

The silence feels as though it’s stabbing you. The thing is Vincent is almost always silent so this shouldn’t be any different. Yet it is, you confessed your love to him and he could fuck you over completely and tell Bo, then Bo would tell the entire school and you’d be dead meat.

“I hope what you’re saying is true or I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident.” Vincent pulls his mask off, he’s never done this in front of you. Adrenaline courses through your body.

“It’s all true. Vincent I’m so fucking in love with you. There’s not a day that’s go by where I couldn’t defend you. You mean so much to me.” Words flood out of your moth and into Vincent’s ears. He looks at you and you realize him wearing a mask protects him from an even crueler fate of this town. They just don’t understand beauty, they never will with their closed mind sets.

You smile and watch as in the moonlight, pink dusts Vincent’s face. “You’re so beautiful Vincent.”

He stays quiet, clearly not knowing how to respond, your hand touches the developed side of his face, not knowing how sensitive the other side is.

Vincent leans in and you do too. Chapped lips kiss your soft ones. You run your hands through Vincent’s hair, he pushes you down so you law on your jacket. Vincent straddles your lap, a grin plastered on his face. You can’t help but to smile back at him.

Reality sets in for both of you, promises and secrets have to be kept to make sure you two stay alive. You go to say something but Vincent kisses you, not wanting to hear it and ruin this small fantasy world that you two were in.

Everything could be discussed later when you would go and kiss him goodnight.

[slashervalley]

ꜱʟᴀꜱʜᴇʀꜱ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ

❈ 𝖠𝗌𝖺 𝖤𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒

❈ 𝖡𝗈 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

❈ 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗆𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾

❈ 𝖢𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆

❈ 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

❈ 𝖤𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

❈ 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌

❈ 𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

❈ 𝖱𝖹!𝖬𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌

❈ 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖧𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍

❈ 𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋

[bluecoolr]

@goldrose-star I think they'll get along alright... in time 😅

[articdelilah]

YALL KNOW WHAT I NEED IN MY LIFE??? SLASHER PARENT SCENARIOS/FICS

I NEED TO SEE BO’S AND VINCENT’S SONS GETTING INTO A MASSIVE FIGHT AND I JUST NEEEDDDD TO SEE DAD BO OR THOMAS WITH A REALLY UNSTABLE SON OR SOMETHING PLEASE AJHSKSBSKSBKS IM DYING OVER HERE

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿Help me✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

Sexy pic of Bo

[demon-lover-669]

Y/n: people flirt all the time!

Slasher: yeah I know.

Y/n: so that means! I-

Slasher: nope! Not you I own your ass!

Y/n: *looks around and at their hands*

Slasher: what are you looking for?

Y/n: my god damn wedding ring that says I’m yours!

[naerwenia]

I had a dream where I was a princess in some idyllic European city, with a childhood friend who was about to be married to me. While we were walking around the city, we were pulled to an alley where Bo, Lester, and Vincent Sinclair demanded all our jewels. My fiancé only gave them my jewels before running away, so I was left captive, but before we went back to their blacksmith shop, I asked if we could at least go get my order of sugar bread (I have no idea what that is), and we did. Back in their blacksmith shop me and Vincent just sat there eating pastries, while Bo was pouring gold over my fiancé.

[myers-meadow]

Ambrose Summer Vacation: ch. 4 - Bo x oc x Vincent

Chapter 4: Groceries.

Chapter 1: 45 Miles To Go. Chapter 2: Malda. Chapter 3: Strange Harvest.

Summary: On vacation in southern Louisiana, a friend is seduced by a handsome southern man to visit his museum in a small town called Ambrose. The vacation lasts longer than intended. During her stay, Katyusha tries her best to get a hold of the Sinclair brothers, to understand what is going on, and perhaps to claw her way to freedom. Their receptiveness to her soon causes a complicated predicament and her struggles grow as she gets in over her head.

Contents: Vincent x OC and Bo x OC. Slower burn than my usual stuff, and it is dark. It is a poly fic, but no threesomes and the brothers aren't involved with each other.

Warnings: Kidnapping/captivity, canon-typical violence, use of restraints. Stockholm syndrome?

Wordcount: 2129

Enjoy! Feel free to reblog if you did, it helps a lot ^^

Link to masterlist.

Divider by @/calanthesfeuillemort.

Cooking was one of those chores that made the days go by quicker, that made it feel normal to live in that house. Even though the brothers probably took the work I did for granted, it was a satisfying thought that they came to rely on me, bit by bit. Neither of them had to worry about clean underwear, or about what to eat for dinner, or when to change the bedsheets. The bathrooms always smelled fresh, when I had the time to bake there were homemade cookies in the pantry, and Bo’s sandwiches were always premade and pre-cut for him to take with him on his maintenance chores. Snacks, tea, lunch were brought to Vincent when he worked on art or wax statues in the basement workspace. If they lost something, or were looking for a particular shirt, they’d seek me out first.

Despite there always being more to do, more to clean or prepare, the evenings were for quality time. Sometimes movies or stupid tv shows, sometimes Vincent pulling me into his lap as he read by the lamp on the side table. Other days I preferred to hole up in the kitchen to bake or prep for the next day, depending on how busy I needed to keep my hands to avoid a busy mind.

.

It was a tv night. Bo sat on my right and Vincent on my left, hand clasped tightly over my thigh. It was a documentary on some Renaissance artist, with bits of awkward re-enactment of the painter’s life thrown in. Not something that interested Bo, and he messed around with a magazine before throwing it on the coffee table.

“Katyusha,” he started, angling his body towards me. I nodded, trying to hide my surprise at being talked to. Normally Bo would let Vincent and me be. “Come with me to the kitchen for a sec.” He eyed his twin, who gave a shallow nod, and a pat to my thigh. Once there, he leaned on the backrest of the chair, as I fidgeted. “I left the tourists’ bags in the guest room for you to go through. See if there’s anything you like.”

I stared at him for a brief second. “You mean for me to have?”

A feeling surged through me, something good, something hopeful. Visions of a normal life unfolding in front of me; with stuff of my own, where I sleep in the guest room, where Bo and Vincent aren’t threats to my daily wellbeing.

“There’s some stuff you need, probably, yeah?”

“What do you mean?”

He hummed softly, giving a curt smile. “Female stuff.”

I repeated him slowly. “Female… stuff. You mean pads?”

He nodded, unflinching. “And shampoo and all the other fancy things you use for your hair and skin. Les and I are heading to the shops tomorrow.”

A brief second of consideration of what he was offering passed my mind. “Yeah, that’d be great, actually. I can write down some things for you.”

“Alright, just leave it on the table in the morning.” It was me who stopped him when he moved to go back to the living room.

“Bo, thank you,” and I let go of his sleeve, “for thinking of me.” That charming, crooked smile, genuine this time, lit up his face.

.

“Must say, Vince, you know how to choose ‘em,” was Bo’s deep voice from downstairs. Something in his tone, or what he said, made me halt outside the bathroom door, toothbrush dangling from my lips. “You’ve had worse. This one cooks, cleans, never complains. Not even a word.”

Bo continued after a brief pause that meant that Vincent was signing.

“I can tell you like her,” his tone was teasing, yet with a serious edge to it. “You fucked her yet?”

Silence for a few seconds again.

“She’s still scared of you.” Pause. “Yeah, of course she’s pretending when you’re alone. Remember Andrew? He did that too, plus he was lazy and a brat.” Pause. Agitated: “Not my fault I had to shoot him. She’s certainly better than him, so try to play nice a lil’. She’s a better cook than both of us.”

Pause, longer.

“Shut up about my basement, that’s my business. I’m not buttin’ in in yours, huh?” Pause.

“Just go to bed, I bet she’s waitin’ on you all sweet and lonely – better hurry before someone else joins ‘er.”

After hearing that, I resumed brushing my teeth with renewed vigour and sped to the bedroom.

.

The next morning, I did as Bo asked and left a note with what I needed on the table. Even just the thought of having things of my own, intended for me, things that they had no use for, ran through me like the feeling of a mug of hot tea on a winter day. A pick-up truck, loud, rattling, pulled up to the house, and a guy in a baseball cap stepped out just as Bo left the house with a wave and a mumbled ‘Les’ here, see ya’. The door shut with a careless slam as Bo exited. They clasped each other on the back as greeting. I gave a wave through the window.

Not long after I found myself sitting on the floor of the guestroom, tears clouding my vision, holding up a gorgeous summer dress. A pair of comfortable socks and a faded Nine Inch Nails band shirt in my lap.

From the pile I took the clothes that I liked and fit me; among which were a few dresses, a cardigan (much needed as it grew colder each night), magazines to shut my brain off for an afternoon, several panties, which were all too lacy and revealing for my taste, but they’d be better than having to launder my few ones over and over again. Some jewelry too, and I tried not to think of who all these things may have belonged too.

Some pieces were recognisable in an instant, like Johanna’s skirt. We got it together in a charity shop. I remember the day like it wasn’t part of a whole different life, crystal clear. We both had our eye on it; it was black with a subtle floral in velvet. Despite it being big on her and looking somewhat more my size, she got to it first and bought it to take it in later. And now, it sat in the pile, without hips to adorn. A sick thrill climbed my spine. With the travel sewing kit from my backpack and a tremor in my hands, it was easy to adjust the button and let it out enough for me to comfortably wear it. It looked amazing on me, but it didn’t make me as happy as it would have in other circumstances.

Despite the distraction of having new shiny items, the anxiety of meeting the remaining brother rose to the forefront of my mind every few minutes. Would he be the same as the twins? Worse? Perhaps he’s just a normal guy. Perhaps he has no idea about this town, although that’s unlikely at best.

.

It was sometime late afternoon when Lester and Bo returned. I hadn’t seen much of Vincent all day, but that was not unusual. Coming down the stairs into the living room and found Bo and Lester putting the groceries on the table, before putting them away.

“Hey,” I greeted, “how was it at the stores?”

Bo looked up, sending me a grin in greeting. “Nothin’ special. Got you what you listed, though. We’ll put it in the living room for you.”

“Thank you.” I said before turning to Lester, who just entered through the door with another box of groceries. He gave a nod in acknowledgement, set the groceries down and leaned against the kitchen table. He looked… normal. Mostly. Yet something about the way his eyes were on me, but anywhere but my face as a lazy grin tugged at his lips, made me suspect he maybe wasn’t to be trusted.

“That was the last of them,” he said. If possible, his accent was stronger than Bo’s, or he mumbled more, and he sounded younger. He was, by the looks of him. Although the entire situation was odd, perhaps a formal introduction would be good. Family, right?

“Hi, you must be Lester, I’ve heard lots about you,” I said, clasping him on the shoulder and going for two formal cheek kisses. “I’m Katyusha.”

“Ah, ooh, we doin’ kisses?” he laughed and it felt that the ground opening up under my feet would be better than suffering through whatever this introduction was supposed to be. Pulling away, he almost seemed stunned in place, his touch on my elbow lingering.

“She’s from Europe,” Bo cut in, and I exhaled. “Katya, why don’t you get us some cold ones?”

“Nice to meet you, Lester,” I said, to fill the silence, as I moved to the fridge and pulled it open. There were a few beers on the top shelf, and I reached for two of them. The coldness of the glass was a grounding comfort, even now that it wasn’t summer anymore.

“Yeah. Bo said your list also had a book about sign language, but I have one at home that I can bring by anytime the coming week, save us the money.”

“Ah, certainly, that’d be great,” I smiled back at him, hands rummaging through the messy drawer for a bottle opener.

“It’s a nice day out, you headin’ back to the road in a bit?” Bo asked Lester.

“Yeah, better not let work wait too long. I’ll come by later this week though.”

“You can always stay for dinner, then,” I offered, and with a look to Bo, added: “if that’s the sort of thing you’d normally do.” With an annoyed huff, I shut the drawer again, and reached for the keys on Bo’s belt. Popped the first cap off with one of the house keys, handed it to him, condensation made my palm slippery and I had to try a second time for Lester’s beer. Lester took it from me, eager, his hands rough, dirty, as we touched. I turned around to the sink and filled a glass with water for myself.

“So, Katyusha – am I saying that right? – you’re Vince’s new muse?”

His question felt like an arrow to the shoulder. Trying to keep a brave face, I turned around to face him. “Suppose so. You’re all brothers, right? Do you live around here?”

“Not that far outta town, yeah. Me and the twins, we all grew up in Ambrose. It’s hard to stay away from ‘ere.”

“I see. Must be nice having family so close,” I tried a smile.

Bo chuckled, they shared a look. “But I gotta go again, duty calls,” Lester said, already plucking his denim jacket off the back of a chair. They clasped each other on the back and the door shut, Bo waved him off.

“So,” he started, walking back to my spot in the kitchen. I stared out the window until he left my sight. “That’s Lester. The youngest.”

“Do you have any other siblings?” I asked, looking past Bo’s head. Being alone with him still scared me, and the words about ‘his basement’ from the night before hadn’t left my mind.

“No, this is all of us. We practically raised him,” he said and leaned next to me against the counter.

“You must be close. It feels like you had a good time together, you’re more relaxed now.”

He let out a half-snort, half-laugh. “Is it that easy to tell?” He scratched his eyebrow, the scar that looks like a piercing scar. “Guess you’re right. He’s a good guy, deserves a good life.”

Despite the endearment in his words, he sounded sad.

“A good life?” I echoed.

Bo’s eyes fell to me, which felt wrong. “He’s been lonely recently, that’s all. His partner broke up with him some time back. Les is too loyal for his own good.”

“Loyal is a good thing to be.” Feeling like this chat was taking too long, my mind wandered over things I could still do, was there a load of laundry waiting to be folded? Or perhaps it would be beneficial to hear Bo out, to let him get used to my presence in an emotional way.

“I can see what you’re thinking,” said bo, shaking me from my thoughts. His shoulder bumped mine. I must’ve looked like a fearful rabbit as I looked up to him. “Why does such a handsome fellow like me not have some sweet thing on his arm?”

Unable to stop myself, I laughed out loud. “That is truly baffling.”

He clasped a warm hand on my shoulder, and said. “Let’s finish putting stuff away, yeah?”

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

(THIS IS REGARDING SLASHERS I PROMISE)

I wanna put this up to a poll because I'm gonna be tweaking and adding some stuff that'll be available in my commissions, I was thinking about adding YCH (Your Character/s Here) pre-sketched poses, specifically including (but not limited to) the poses I used for the Slasher Cuddling Headcanons for any slasher/general character X OC/self insert/other slasher, etc, but also doing other couple's YCH poses and some basic + cute stuff.

The YCH comms would be a bit cheaper & more affordable than my regular commissions because the YCH commission would take less time as the sketch would already be done up. Also disclaimer, in the name of fairness to anyone who wants one, I'll be reusing YCH poses so if two people want a Vincent Sinclair & self-insert/OC/ other slasher, etc, YCH Cuddling Pose they can both ask for and recieve the Vincent Sinclair cuddling pose.

Also I can do other poses and switch around Slashers/ Characters (say for example, someone wants a Vincent Sinclair YCH cuddling pose but wants to replace Vincent with, say, Michael or Jason, that'd be doable & available, I'm just using the slashers as examples here because it's easier to explain, they'll probably just be numbered on the Carrd)

I'm also thinking of including pets/animals as either additional "characters" or doing pet portraits, but I'll have to figure out the pricing for that anyways.

So yeah, poll:

[small-sinclair]

Share something reaaal special about There’s Angel in Ambrose. Cause I like seeing people wanting to share stuff :3

Her name is Rebecca Betty Klug, and she was best friends with all three brothers. She’s Lester’s age, bright orange and red hair, grey eyes, and a bit heavier than the rest of the girls, but the boys thought she was perfect. She stole Bo’s green plaid one day and never gave it back. She drew so well that she would draw on Vincent’s arms while he worked. She was the light that all Sinclair brothers needed, and she was the perfect woman all three dreamt about. All three brothers promised to marry her one day, and she laughed but agreed as long as they stayed good.

Trudy noticed she was taking Vincent’s time from practicing art, and she was not having that. One day, Rebecca came over to play with the boys by the creek, catching bull frogs and crawdads, when Trudy made her a “special” drink from Dr. Sinclair’s medicine cabinet. She got real sick real fast, and the brothers watched as she faded away.