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Johnny Sawyer Hcs

Normal Human Hc:

He knows how to play guitar. He plays sometimes.

He takes his grandpa for walks down the driveway to the mail box and back. Johnny takes his time with the walk as he wheels his grandpa down.

He hangs out with Bubba and helps fed the chickens and holds them.

He planted the sunflowers and tends to the garden.

His grandmother journaled. So, whenever he gets bored, he’ll read them.

There’s a place in the hay loft where he sleeps. There’s barn cats that curl up against his chest.

Gentle Hc:

Whenever Nubbins is freaking out or going off the deep end, Johnny watches over him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.

I have a hc that Sissy cries herself to sleep sometimes during thunderstorms. During those nights, he stays with her until she sleeps soundly. He tucks her in and stays there until the thunder leaves.

If there’s a group at the gas station and there’s kids, he’ll sneak them lollipops. He’s good with kids.

If these a victim dying fast and it’s not his kill, he holds their hand. Like he said about how killing someone changes you, watching life leave someone’s eyes feels a bit heavy on him.

#johnny sawyer tcm #johnny slaughter tcm #tcm johnny #johnny tcm #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre headcanons

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small-sinclair · 4 days

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*Slides a piece of cake over to anyone, and everyone of your choosing,*

*From the Sawyers, may contain odd ingredients who knows ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯*

*vacuums it up like Kirby*

#cliff answer #cliff answers

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small-sinclair · 10 days

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Give me more of the weird Sinclair cats. I beg you 👏👏👏👏

They’re stinky cats. Must bath

#slasher #slashers #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)

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small-sinclair · 14 days

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Fix Me

@sketchy-rosewitch and @fluffy-little-demon thought of you.

Swap!Bo x reader

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You raised Bo’s scarred wrist to your lips, kissing them carefully. His harden eyes and murduress glare faded away like a melted candle. The knife by your side lowers as reality comes back to him. He steps away as pain ripped through his body. No one saw beauty in him, no one did.

So why did you? Why didn’t you run like the rest? His brother told him… Vincent told him…

He lifts his welding mask just enough for you to see his scarred lips. “…fix…me…” a horsed voice whispered. “Fix m-me.”

Even though your friends were being slaughtered outside his shop, outside his shelter that felt like a cave, you felt your heart break. What did his family do to him? What did they say to him? There’s so much pain in his voice and shadow. The mirror between him and the other world was too much for him to handle.

“Poor creature,” you sighed sadly, coming towards him. Hesitating, you lifted your hands under his wielding mask and watch him flinch from your touch before giving in. In your fingers tips, you felt warm tears falling. “What type of lies have you known?”

Bo closes his eyes as your hands lifted his mask off, and he felt sad when you gasped in shock. He turned away his scarred, disfigured half face. “Mon-monster.”

You guide his head back and leaned up, kissing the scars by his lips. “No, not at all,” you corrected. “Beautiful.”

His heavy blue and ghost white eyes look at you in pain. “Fix me, please?” His eyes close as he starts to cry, “I-i beg you. Please? Please fix me.”

You lean up once more and place a kiss on his lips. He shivers as his tears become fat and heavy. He shivers as he feels everything in his bones heal. Every burn and scrape, every lash and pull, faded away. He felt as if he was seeing the sun for the first time. He lifts you up with ease, having you hang on his hips, and feels his own fears fade.

He feels your lips pull away and he mindlessly follows. He steals a kiss, hungry and thankful, then looks into your eyes. He’s speechless. It’s like he was dunk in stars. He felt healed… he felt like he finally belong.

“Beautiful,” you said again, your hand cupping under his blue eye. “Beautiful.”

“Fixed,” he said, a small grin forming on the corner of his lips. “Fixed.” He leaned his forehead against yours and basked in your light. “Loved.”

Beauregard left as if he was human for the first time.

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small-sinclair · 17 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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small-sinclair · 18 days

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You right! I do think Vincent would look like him :3

@small-sinclair more Band AU Vincent Sinclair? 👀

I swear any picture of Peter Steele reminds me of Vincent Sinclair 😩 it's just engrained in my mind at this point

#vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher fandom #peter steele #slasher band!au #slasherbland! headcaons #slasher band au #sinclair band!au #slasherband!au

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small-sinclair · 23 days

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Cats of Ambrose

Part 4?? 5???

Noodle: She’s a bright yellow cat with long legs. She wiggles and waddles and screams for spaghetti noodles. She was found with a group of tourists.

Snail: Fattests gray cat you’ll ever see. He walks slow, earning his name, and was founded after a thunderstorm.

Sir. Pendragon III: He’s a bright red cat with a missing front leg. He is strong and stands his ground when fighting snakes and alligators, which is how he lost his front leg. Lester brought him to the vet in the other town and waited for him to get better. At the end, he ended up taking the brave cat home to his cabin.

Zero: A short hair white kitten that won Vincent’s heart. She came to him while he was working on his new pice and just got in his bed and slept. No clue where she came from. Kinda looks like Zero from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Joe: This gray short haired cat is chill. He’s Joe. Bo just strangled someone in front of him? Don’t care; he’s Joe. Vincent beheading a woman? He’s chilling; he’s Joe. Lester gutting a man? No opinion; he’s Joe. Joe is Joe.

Zelda: She’s a gray tiger cat that sleeps on Bo’s chest after his nightmares. She purrs and stays close, offering warmth and affection, and doesn’t leave until morning light.

Flower: Just a silly tiger cat that loves to play! She came to town from the marsh after a flood. Bo cleaned her up and takes care of her. She brings flowers to him.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)#vincent sinclair #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #house of wax imagine #bo sinclair imagine #vincent sinclair imagine #lester sinclair imagine #cats of ambrose

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small-sinclair · 25 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.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair house of wax #sinclair band!au #slasherbland! headcaons #slasher band!au #slasher band au

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small-sinclair · 26 days

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I’m just a simple human with simple needs—

I wanna kiss Bo. I wanna kiss him until he starts giggling and trying to push me away but ends up giving in to the kisses. I just want him to feel loved, not used.

I wanna kiss Vincent. I wanna kiss him until he becomes the very wax that melt. I want him to know that he is also my muse and my love. I just want him to learn that he’s just as beautiful as a statue in a marble block.

I wanna kiss Lester. I want to be his first kiss in the rain, in the forest, in his truck, and house. I just want him to feel love because I think he was ignored growing up.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax imagine #vincent sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair house of wax #lester sinclair house of wax

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small-sinclair · 28 days

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I love him.

#house of wax #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005)#vincent sinclair house of wax

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small-sinclair · 28 days

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✨Baby boy💕

Or it will be a Daddy?

#brahms heelshire the boy #brahms heelsire

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small-sinclair · 1 month

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You are like some magician istg whatever headcanons you make of the slasher band au people immedietly sounds canon even if random

I am a Hellenistic Pagan so it does make sense 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thank you! I’m planning on doing more with the AU soon with the Sinclair Brothers finding their long lost sister :3. It’s in the works. Check out @arkunder; they inspired this au.

#cliff answer #cliff rambles #what does istg mean? lol #slasher au #slasher band!au #slasher band au #house of wax au #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair

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small-sinclair · 1 month

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Hear me out. Please—

Obsessed!Johnny Slaughter x reader

Tw: blood, broken bone

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Johnny never once cared about anyone. Not a single soul. Be he met you and everything slowly changed. He knew you were the one when you turned around and ran back to him. He thought you were going to put up a fight, but he was met with your lips on his, kissing him gingerly. He’s so used to rough and hard kisses, but your kiss felt like heaven.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to keep you. So, you stayed willingly because you saw his shack earlier and wanted to clean it from top to bottom. He’s not going to argue with it. He gets you all to himself. And your scent will be all over the place to keep him sane.

He threatened Nancy and everyone not to touch or look or talk to you unless you talk first.

Johnny takes you to the garden area to watch the sunset. And he has a little thing of grapes. He’ll end up laying his head on your lap as you feed him grapes, a warm smile on his face, and in a wild flower crown you made.

Every time you kiss his scars, he feels like he’s floating. He closes his eyes and leans into your lips, his hands around your waist. For a moment, just a moment, he lets his guard down to enjoy the light touches, to enjoy your love, to be lost in bliss. He really likes it when you kiss the one over his eye and the one on top of his shoulder.

When a victim got away and found you hidden in his little shack, they attack you and managed to break your arm/leg. Your blood curdling scream only made Johnny run faster and faster until he was in his house. His eyes turned dark when he saw you on the floor with the person on you. He saw red and didn’t care if you met The Bad Man. With that, he blacked out. When he comes back, he was breathing heavily with you in his arms, holding you tightly, as his arms and jeans were covered in the other’s blood.

After that, he didn’t leave your side or out of sight while your bone healed. Held carry your things to you or carry you himself. For a while, he couldn’t stand being near you or accept your touch. He failed you. He failed. How came you forgive him? How cand you still love him? Why do your kisses fell like silk? He’s so confused that he breaks down one night.

He’s not best with feelings or why his thoughts are constantly consumed with images of you. He kinda goes nuts. He only calmed down when you pulled into a tight hug and held him close.

When he comes back from a hunt, he washes up first and takes off his shirt before he embraces you. He doesn’t like it when you’re covered in blood. It doesn’t settle right in his stomach.

He hates it whenever you’re left alone. He hates that you talk to other men in town. He’s all you need. Why are you talking to others? Even if the server is a man he hates it! He’ll hold your hand or waist then kiss you nice and slow so the men know who you belong to.

He likes to be hands on like holding your hand or having you close, touching your thigh while at dinner, and coming behind you just to have you in his arms.

Johnny considers leaving his family to live a normal life with you by his side.

#johnny slaughter x you #johnny slaughter tcm #johnny sawyer tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm johnny #johnny tcm #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre headcanons #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw #tcm headcanons #slasher headcanons #slasher fanfic #slasher imagines #slasher x you #slasher x reader

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small-sinclair · 1 month

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Alright bro you just gotta stay with me.... I'm a "new" writer that is going around asking people to give me fanfic ideas.... so yeah...

*cracks fingers*

If you want some prompts, on my main blog I have collected some prompts and ideas. They are under the tags: writing prompts; writing prompt; prompts. I suggest looking up writing prompt blogs. It’s good to reblog in a side blog, too, to save prompts and prompt lists.

#cliff answer #cliff answers #writing ideas #writing prompts

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small-sinclair · 1 month

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Just thinking about Bo and Johnny. How both of them would hold s/o’s hand or do morning cuddles if it’s too cold. How both would melt so easily after being kissed stupid.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #house of wax (2005)#bo sinclair x reader #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter tcm #johnny sawyer tcm #tcm johnny #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny tcm #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter

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small-sinclair · 2 months

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i want to be flirted with!!! i want to be desired!!! i want to be lusted after!!!

#cliff reblog

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small-sinclair · 2 months

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*Steals your Sinclair's*

Sorry need this

Sowing the seeds of chaos

And y'all will never know whoo

Nooooooooooo! My muses!!!

[cries in writer]

#cliff answer #cliff rambles

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