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My side blog for Slasher Boys/Horror Movie content. May post my own artwork/fics/prompts. Call me Lilly (She/her|19|College Student). This blog is mostly House Of Wax 2005 (I would die for Vincent). (18+ ONLY BLOG)
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someone hid his mask and he wants it b a c k.
late night sketches of michael.
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#tender.... i just wanna be nice to him#give him a hug and snuggles#be gentle to him u know#that and also like. peg him
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Jennifer Tilly/Tiffany Valentine appreciation post 🥀
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Sometimes self-care is doing your laundry, or eating a bowl of icecream, or taking a nap. And that’s valid.
But sometimes self-care is ALSO writing 4000 words of your favorite slasher getting pegged so hard they cry. And that is just as valid.
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(Muffled voice): VIBE CHECK
I know humor is supposed to be all complex and everything but the funniest thing to me will ALWAYS be a slasher saying “Vibe Check” and then a picture of them killing someone.
Like that is PEAK comedy and nobody can change my mind about that.
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Tribulation ll
Tribulation l
Vincent was inspired.
He had taken a walk through the town and into the woods to take a break from his work. He would often do this to escape his brothers as a child but the habit returned when they came back to Ambrose. He was able to clear his mind and pull inspiration from the quietness and beauty that surround him, something that was becoming tricky for him these days.
Especially when all he wanted to do was work on one person
But how could he not want to create pieces like that when everything had some semblance of you? From the street lamps to the sun shining through the trees on a afternoon like this. And even though he came out here with every intention on finding something else to create, he ending up stumbling upon a flower bed that practically had your name written all over it.
The trek back home was consumed on what materials he would use. Maybe acrylics? Water color would look nice but he’s done quite a few of those recently. Mind still wandering through his options, he almost completely walked past Bo who was leaned up against the kitchen counter with a thousand yard glare.
“Hey!” Vincent stopped and backed up. His shoulders slumping forward knowing Bo probably was gonna bark at him to do something for him. But his frame quickly became frigid as his eye found the dainty dinning room table.
Where did he get those?
“What the fuck is all this?” Sharp, dark and straight to the point as ever. Vincent knew he was in trouble.
It was all of his artwork he made of you. From the detailed studies of your eyes to in-depth anatomy sketches of what he thought you looked like underneath your clothes. Vincent became very attached to these pieces, seeing as though they were the only piece of you he would get to keep and cherish.
“Now, I’m gonna give you ten seconds to explain this...” Bo was a loose cannon on a normal day but now he was scarily distant from rationality. He had made it crystal clear from day one that you were his. That if either of his brothers got a little too friendly with you they would ended up on the business end of his shotgun. But Vincent wasn’t afraid of him anymore.
“Then I’m gonna beat your face in until it looks just like the side God took away from you.” It was a promise and Vincent knew it too. No amount of explaining would be able to save him from Bo’s anger.
It never did.
So Vincent remained quiet.
Waiting, itching, for his twin to make the first move and he did. Stomping over to his brother, Bo lunged forward in an attempt to knock him in the mask. Vincent stepped back just in time and shoved his brother back by his chest. He wasn’t interested in fighting but Bo had other ideas. His punches were wild and barley avoidable, Vincent was at his limit.
He pulled his fist back and struck Bo across the face with a power that sent him tripping back on to the kitchen table which buckled under his weight. Sending artwork all across the floor as the two began to squabble for the upper hand. Vincent clutched a fist full of Bo’s button up and tugged him closer to his face.
“You think these little fuckin’ scribbles are gonna make her fall in love with you?” Bo sneered, “She needs a real man, and you’re nothing but a freak behind a mask.”
A guttural sound rose from Vincent before he smashed Bo’s head off the tile and raised his fist above his head only to bring it down with a bruising force. Vincent now understood Bo’s crave for violence and control over his brothers. Because in those few moments when Bo was under his clenched fist, helpless and dazed - Vincent felt invincible.
All the taunting and screaming from his brother meant nothing now. Because it was him who was on top, he who had blood on his knuckles, he who felt no remorse as his brother groaned in pain. During this power trip, he had completely blocked out the sound of the front door opening.
“Vincent! Stop!” You cried. His eye shot up to standing in the door way with groceries in your hand. Vincent recognized that look almost immediately. He had seen it almost every day for the past few years.
Fear.
Total, utter, and complete fear.
He pulled away from his brother’s bloody form hastily like he had just burned himself and kept his eyes on you as you dropped the groceries and fell to your knees next to Bo. You swiped blood away from Bo’s lips as he pushed labored, livid, breaths harshly from his nose.
“I...”
“I think you’ve done enough, Vince.” It was how words came out in a defeated sigh that made his stomach drop.
You weren’t angry with him, you were disappointed. Vincent had let you down, something he promised to himself that he would never do. No matter how many times Bo made you upset or angered you, Vincent would be the never be like that to you, never like Bo. But they were more alike than Vincent understood.
You would never be able look at him the same. How could you after you watched him ruthless beat into the man you loved? You must be disgusted with him.
Disgusted, disappointed, ashamed and afraid.
You had become his best friend in the few months you had been in Ambrose. They only one who truly listened to him, made him feel like he mattered. His place in this world was always something he questioned. How could he not when he looked they way he did? Vincent convinced himself he was the worlds mistake when he was child. That he had no purpose. You gave him that purpose.
You moved your hand away from Bo’s chest to turn a crumpled piece of sketchbook paper towards you. It was you smiling, clearly from an angle of you looking up at Vincent. Had he drawn this all from memory?
Unbeknownst to you, that was Vincent’s favorite piece.
Smoothing out the crinkles with your thumb you looked around at the other scattered papers and sketch books. Catching small looks at other works, you were piecing together what went on before you walked in that door and Vincent knew it too.
With a better understanding of what set these two off at each other like wild dogs in a cage, you opened your mouth to say something but before you could get a word out Vincent shook his head. He couldn’t hear you say you hated him or that he was disgusting. He could take that from Bo or the tourists, but not you.
His boots heavy on the hardwood as he snatched the sketch book off the dirty tile and snagged a pen out of a coffee cup on the counter before walking out of the house. Vincent could hear you calling out to him, asking him to stop, but he kept his eye forward and his stride back to the woods. His mind a whirlwind of barley coherent thoughts.
He really was the worlds mistake.
And you had to be the worlds greatest creation.
Those two were clearly never supposed to be in each other’s company, let alone be together. Vincent was idiotic for ever believing that you would welcome someone like him into your heart.
Bo was right.
He was a fucking freak and you deserve better than that.
Vincent would give you the world if he could. But that wasn’t his place. So he’ll find his way back to that flower bed and create a timeline where he could give you the world.
#i love this and i love tou but why would you seek to harm me like this#my EMOTIONS???#house of wax#vincent sinclair#bo sinclair
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I know humor is supposed to be all complex and everything but the funniest thing to me will ALWAYS be a slasher saying “Vibe Check” and then a picture of them killing someone.
Like that is PEAK comedy and nobody can change my mind about that.
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Bo wanted Wade dead first because he wanted to be the Alpha Tall Bastard
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me: hell yea i love horror antagonists, i think they’re fascinating
some “true crime community” fucknut: yup! when i first discovered my crush on Jefferey Dahmer, I…
me:
#a campy fake lake man with a machete is not the same as an actual disgusting criminal#who HURTS REAL PEOPLE???#how is this confusing for anyone#jason voorhees says fuck true crime sympathizers/normalizers
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Promoshoot for Scream 2 by Mark Seliger (1997).
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yall are so cringe and embarrassing
And proud of it.
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Friday the 13th Part VI – Jason returns to Camp
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Dicks out for Vincent ‘touch my butt and take me to an art museum’ Sinclair.
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Slasher Headcanons: Submissive Vincent Sinclair
(SFW and NSFW)
SFW:
Vincent is so eager to please and it Absolutely Shows in his desire for praise
He just didn’t know that was something you could bring into the bedroom (because why would he, he was raised in a religious household in a small town)
Will 100% give you the occasional foot/back rub if you ask, especially if you tell him how good he is at it/how nice it feels
If you offhandedly call him a “Good Boy” unthinkingly he will have so many Feelings about that and have no idea what to do with it
Adores the feeling of someone he really trusts sitting behind him and carefully brushing his hair out
Oh you wanna hold his hand? He’s gonna short circuit because he’s not used to casual gestures of affection
Struggles with being called “pretty” and “beautiful” because of his deeply ingrained shame complex, but if you can get past that those terms of endearment make him SO cuddly/tender
Is very open about seeking out/asking for affection in private, but around his family doesn’t even have the courage to hug you (probably because of how Bo and Lester view him as a bit of a freak and he doesn’t want to get into a whole conversation about his romantic life with THAT on the table)
After the act he’ll have this slight worry in the back of his head that that was all you wanted to use him for, so be sure to wrap this boy’s arms around you and snuggle for a few moments
NSFW:
Pulling his hair/using his hair to steer and move his head is a MAJOR turn-on for him. He loves being as big/buff as he is and being steered around like a toy
You use an authoritative voice on him, like “Vincent, come over here right now.”? The man is weak in the knees and immediately ready to be bossed around
ABSOLUTE control and praise kink
The kind of guy who could cum in his pants just from dry-humping your thigh and being called pet names/showered in adoration and compliments
Has never even heard of ass play until it’s introduced to him, and then it’s the one thing that never fails to get him flushed and embarrassed (partly because of how good it feels, partly because he views it as ‘dirty’ and sinful)
Has a difficult time vocalizing his need for sex, so you often find him just lurking nearby staring at you, or doing a bunch of things for you until you figure out what he actually wants
Struggles with being directly looked at/watched, but when you’re watching him jerk himself off with such a look of lust and interest? This man is a blushing mess hiding his face under one arm
Would die and ascend straight to heaven if you pinned him to the bed and straddled him
Better yet if you straddled his FACE, oh my god what a power move in his book
Has a slightly above-average sex drive that comes from years of doing nothing but jerking himself off and feeling sad
Has SUCH a thing for bruises and marks: really makes him feel owned and cared for. He loves walking around knowing the collar of his sweater is hiding a giant hickey
Probably has some Unresolved Things from his childhood about the concept of being tied down to something, but likes having his legs/arms tied to themselves (again because he LOVES feeling his partner push him/move him to their desire like a favorite toy of theirs)
It might take a little convincing but you might be able to get Vincent to be alright with taping one of your private sessions to make a video you can watch later. But telling him mid-sex to open his legs up wider so the camera can see, or telling him to smile like a good little slut while he’s being pegged? The man’s gonna NUT
Vincent Sinclair is the ULTIMATE service bottom and nothing you can say will change my mind
#YEAH I'M NASTY WHAT ARE U GONNA DO ABOUT IT#house of wax#slasher imagines#my writing#horror#vincent sinclair#I remember someone saying Vincent’s fave thing would be’stouch my butt and take me to an art museum’#that’s canon
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