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small-sinclair · 19 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
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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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yaoyuren · 11 months
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band au 🐣🔮🚬👻🪶
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bluecoolr · 1 year
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House of Wax band au dump [Pt.3]
Tour bus shenanigans
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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 ‼️💥
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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.
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hanighul · 2 years
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🩸 I am your servant,
may I light your cigarette? 🩸
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One of my first Steddie fics was Steve going punk. I have a lot of feelings about Punk!Steve, so I am really pleased to see the fandom getting excited about it.
I was thinking about an Au in which Max discovers The Runaways & has a sweeping personal epiphany, gets into punk & starts playing the drums. She loves how cathartic it is, also that it's to loud for anyone to talk to her.
She starts teaching Eleven too as she learns. It turns out that once she's been exposed to the idea of making music, El has a gift. She picks it up with with an almost supernatural ease. Eventually they want to start a band, its the summer after 8th grade. Eleven switches to bass, bc she can, they recruit Erica who was absolutely scandalized to hear that no one knew she played piano & guitar. But they had a small problem when they wanted to do gigs. There was only one place, the hide out & they were extremely minors. In order to play, they had to have "a responsible adult".
There was no way any of their parents were gonna work for that duty.
Steve was the obvious answer to their problems. When he said he wasn't gonna spend every weekend sitting in a run down little bar, they offered him a spot in the band... which was a little unconventional but it was punk so whatever and actually Steve was perfect for a front man. He could talk to the crowd right? (Steve does not love the idea but sure fine he could do that maybe)
The thing is, these kids have worked so hard to make this happen, Steve can't actually say no... & If he was being totally honest with himself, he kinda loved being included. So he says yes to being a vocalist, co-vocalist.
He encourage them to also yell if they wanted... Erica has immediate ideas. The band progresses surprisingly well. When they decide they're ready Steve easily books a gig. Max & Erica are both massively annoyed it was so easy for him when it was their band and idea. But whatever they have their first gig planned
They argue about the name of the band for so long they have to emergency name it the weekend before the show so they can put up flyers. Max & El wanted to call it Mommy Issues, Erica had gotten really into X-Ray Spex & wanted to call them The Wrex. It got a little intense.
Steve in desperation suggested Cherry Rex... because it referenced The Runaways song Chery Bomb, and had the aesthetic energy of The Wrex & X-Ray Spex
To his shock they actually agreed on that.
Their first gig was on a Monday, to nobody but one very belligerently drunk guy who might have passed out in his booth. Of course they expected that more or less. It was more ok then they thought though, the girls had a blast... and actually so did Steve.
A month or three later and they'd slowly worked up the live band tenure and were getting their first Friday night slot. There would be four bands, two punk, two metal; Boondock Boyfriend, Death Vision, & Corroded Coffin. Cherry Rex were playing the opening spot being the newbies. Steve thought Corroded Coffin sounded vaguely familiar, but couldn't figure out where from. He wasn't to worried about it though, he was here for Cherry Rex.
Getting the parents permission to take the whole party to a borderline dive bar (he left that part out) had been one of the most trying experiences of Steve's young life, but in the end he got it done, and everyone was super excited.
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Eddie always came early on the nights Corroded Coffin played, he liked supporting his fellow musicians, many of whom had only played parties and basements before they could get in here. It was a point of pride for him to not be a snob about it. He supported anyone and everyone who wasn't a bully or a bigot.
This weekend they had a whole new band, playing. He'd heard that it was a group of preteen punk rock girls, so of course the rock bros were grousing. He would have none of that though. He remembered when he first got into music as a preteen, the way it let him process feelings he was to scared to otherwise. He would definitely be there for their first weekend gig
So imagine his surprise when he finds Steve Harrington on stage. He introduced everyone Max on drums whom Eddie recognized from around, as well as her maybe? girlfriend?, who's name was apparently the number Eleven, on Bass. And Erica, who actually exhuded rock and roll energy, on guitar. Steve called himself their token adult. He spent half the time singing, but also dancing, sometimes being hype man for whomever was singing that particular song.
He was wearing a Hawkins High Tshirt that he'd scrawled The King is Dead across in Sharpie. Also light wash jeans, which Eddie had laughed about at first, but when he cut them off at the knee while they were still on his body, during Erica's song about self reliance, identity, and D&d... and he had fishnets on under them? He was completely won over. They were pretty good...and Steve Harrington, a punk? He was genuinely so fucked. So so fucked
(does Vecna & the upside down exist here? I don't know)
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idrawstuffz · 9 days
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K, y'all first chapter of the Stranger Things band AU is posted.
@letterstomichelangelo
Ao3
Sneak peak:
And suddenly it's quiet. The crashing of drums, synthesizing of Dustin's keyboards, and Mike's bass is off. Instead it's just Mike's voice and Max softly strumming the strings of her guitar.
And if Will wasn't gay for Mike before, he sure as hell as now. As soon as he sang, it felt like falling in love with the black haired boy all over again:
“I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers.”
And for a single second it looks like Mike sees him. Is looking straight at Will. Lucas's drum's join in:
“Get me out of my mind, and get you out of those clothes.”
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messrsbyler · 2 years
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i have a vision. hear me out:
the Party needs to form a band with Lucas in the drums wearing his bandana, Max playing the bass, El at the keyboard, Mike as lead guitarist and singer. Dustin is of course their manager who gets him the gigs sometimes jumps on stage to perform a killer duo. Will designs all their album covers and outfits.
i need this to happen. also, what would be the band name? so many possibilities.
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hadesfucks · 1 year
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Props to @queerregulusablack for giving me this idea
Band au!
Wednesday is a drummer because of course she is. And just like any drummer, everyone’s obsessed with her. She loves the adrenaline and the screams and the passion
Enids the lead singer of her own respective band and one day their drummer (Yoko) is unable to play (Bianca better count her days) and Wednesday steps in.
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addamsology · 4 months
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Bleak Fables' Complete Discography
all song names thought of by me
Eden • single (2011)
Stranger Things Have Happened • album (2012)
1. Wednesday's Child
2. Pigtailed Girl
3. Friend or Woe
4. Banished
5. You Reap What You Sew
6. October
7. Normie Freak
8. The Crypt
Station • single (2014)
Viper De La Muerte • album (2015)
1. Stalker
2. Dear, Mom
3. Wrong Side of the Room
4. Eugene
5. Sixteen
6. You'll Always Know Me
7. Back in New Jersey
8. Your Company
9. Dog Days
10. Skip the Tape
Dorm • album (2017)
1. Dorm
2. Cello
3. Hit the Wall
4. Canines
5. Changed My Mind
Hit Snooze • single (2017)
Outreach Day • album (2019)
1. Roadkill
2. Visions
3. Bills
4. Rowan
5. Mermaid
6. Wasteland
Sheriff • single (2020)
Don't Come Home to Me • single (2022)
Woe There • album (2022)
1. Writing on the Wall
2. Laurel Gates
3. Poet
4. Thornhill
5. Pretty Boy
6. Lycanthropy
7. Bashed Skulls
8. Graduation
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small-sinclair · 27 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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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!
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bluecoolr · 2 years
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The boys from Ambrose started a band and are looking for groupies.
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arkunder · 6 months
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Hello!!absolutly inlove with your slasher band au if its not a problem can you do some doodles of some of the slashers when they are preforming? Its Just something that was in my head for a while including your amazing au have a nice Day or night!!
Thank you so much really!!
I actually do have some quick sketches I did a while ago of the brothers preforming but none of them are finished sorry!
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Bos performances are either 0-100, energy wise, there is no in between.
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hanighul · 2 years
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Metal vocalist Bo Sinclair 👀
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h4unted--h0use · 8 months
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ok but consider; the party as ghouls?
mike: fire ghoul/lead guitar
will: water ghoul/bass
lucas: quintessence ghoul/rhythm guitar
dustin: earth ghoul/drums
el: air ghoul/keytar
max: multi ghoul/back up vocals
idk who papa is yet, but I'll figure it out
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