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[heliophxle]

hi! i was wondering if you’d tell us more about ianthony in your band au? thank you!

ofc!!!

so ianthony pretty much met the same way they did irl; in high school, where they started a dsbm band "black comma code" that got really popular in their hometowns black metal scene. they moved to a bigger city where anthony left the band to pursue helldawn, leaving ian to form freezing pyre.

this caused a rift in their relationship, and ian claimed to hate anthony (even though he went to every single one of anthony's gigs) they have a "frenemies with benefits" kind of relationship, as anthony's mentality/mental health is getting worse, while ian almost refuses to move on from what once was.

this reflects in their music and performance. ian still makes dsbm music, while anthony has moved onto black metal. ian hasn't moved on from the period of black metal where you say fucked up shit but dont actually do it, whereas anthony keeps trying to do crazier and crazier shit.

they love to hate each other, anthony doesn't look back to see if ians caught up, and ian keeps trying to match pace. anthony gets worse, ian stays the same, they fuck, forget, and pretend they don't want to have something that lasts.

[heliophxle]

SHAYNE & COURTNEY Headcanons.

Shayne

Frequently splits his knuckles on the rims of his drums and lets the blood drip onto the snare.

Keeps broken drumsticks in his bag and tapes them back together for “sentimental” performances.

Frequently leaves the stage drenched in his own sweat and blood, claiming the drums demand sacrifice.

Drums on any surface he can find—tables, car doors, even his own legs—until people beg him to stop.

Has a habit of tapping out drumbeats on his thighs when he’s anxious, leaving bruises without noticing.

Keeps a stash of protein bars in his drum bag.

Courtney

Has duct tape permanently wrapped around her bass neck to keep it from falling apart.

Sleeps with her bass plugged in, the amp buzzing faintly all night

Doesn’t own a single pair of socks without holes in them and doesn’t care

Always wears fingerless gloves, even in summer

Writes little notes to herself on scraps of paper but forgets where she puts them.

Sleeps in her clothes, sprawled out on the couch, because her bed feels too isolating.

Keeps a collection of mismatched bass picks in her pocket, even though she has a favorite one she never uses.

[heliophxle]

I'll Send Yov To Yovr Maker (I'll Send Yov To Yovr Death)

【link; I'll Send Yov To Yovr Maker (I'll Send Yov To Yovr Death)】

【pairing; n/a】

【word count; 1631】

【summary; "Anthony’s breath hitched. For a moment, he didn’t know if it was anger or pity clawing its way up his throat. Trevor turned to face him fully now, his eyes glassy and electric, the edges of his mouth twitching like he was teetering on the brink of something feral."】

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Can't Take This Anymore (My Brain Is Driving Me Insane)

【link; Can't Take This Anymore (My Brain Is Driving Me Insane)】

【pairing; n/a】

【word count; 1484】

【summary; "As Anthony swaggered out, Trevor glanced back at the mirror. The person staring back looked like a ghost, all hollowed-out eyes and dead skin. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, forcing himself to stand. The moment his boots hit the floor, his head swam, but he swallowed the dizziness, just like everything else."】

[heliophxle]

SPENCER & TREVOR Headcanons.

Spencer - tw. ment. of drugs

Tends to play with his bass slung low, even though it wrecks his back—says the pain makes the music better.

Uses picks made of metal because plastic ones “feel too soft” for his playing style.

Once tied a belt around his arm and pretended to shoot up onstage.

Drinks energy drinks like water, even though they make his hands shake onstage.

Buys new bass picks in bulk but loses them constantly

Buys black nail polish in bulk because he chips it off every day and reapplies it every night.

Says his favourite metal band is Sigh, but it’s actually Babymetal.

Trevor - tw. ment. of s/h

Obsessed with vampires and the afterlife

His signature stage move is slicing his palm with a razor before the final song and letting the blood drip on the mic.

Spends hours after shows pacing alone, his adrenaline crashing into deep spirals of self-loathing.

Smokes clove cigarettes onstage because the scent makes him feel like he’s “at his own funeral.”

Once got so drunk he vomited blood mid-song and finished the set anyway.

Has a habit of breaking mirrors

Wakes up in cold sweats at least once a week, haunted by nightmares he never talks about.

[heliophxle]

crawling back to you <3

[heliophxle]

IAN & ANTHONY Headcanons.

Anthony

His stage makeup often involves fake blood, but one time, he used his own when he ran out. No one noticed.

Keeps a jar of grave dirt in his guitar case for “good luck.”

Writes his setlists in black eyeliner directly on his arms because paper “is for posers.”

Once ripped out his piercings onstage, leaving trails of blood that the crowd mistook for fake effects.

Sleeps with his phone on vibrate because he’s terrified of waking up to bad news.

Ian

Refuses to replace broken strings mid-set, insisting the “raw sound” of missing notes adds to the vibe.

Stays up all night listening to live bootlegs of their shows, picking apart every mistake no one else noticed.

Keeps a Polaroid of the band’s first gig taped to the back of his mirror

Carries around a tiny notebook full of riffs he thinks of at random moments but never finishes.

Wakes up at 2 a.m. most nights and writes lyrics on whatever surface he can find—receipts, walls, his own arm.

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Bleed Down To The Fvcking Core (Yov're Going Down For Fvcking More)

【link; Bleed Down To The Fvcking Core (Yov're Going Down For Fvcking More)】

【pairing; ianthony】

【word count; 3340】

【summary; "That was the thing about Anthony: he could rip you open with a glance, a joke, a throwaway line, and then carry on like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, you’d be left standing there, exposed and bleeding, wondering why it felt like he’d taken a piece of you with him."】

[heliophxle]

A Hvman Destiny (Bvt Nothing Hvman Inside)

【link; A Hvman Destiny (Bvt Nothing Hvman Inside)】

【pairing; n/a】

【word count; 3269】

【summary; "The cigarette trembled slightly between his lips—not from fear, not really. It was the kind of trembling born from anticipation, the kind that sat heavy in his chest, threatening to tip into exhilaration or collapse. The alley smelled of salt from the sidewalk grit, beer spilled from earlier bar patrons, and the faint metallic tang of the city. It wasn’t glamorous, but neither was he, and neither was the music.】

[heliophxle]

Are their ships in your band au?

yes there are ☝️😩

obviously ianthony friends to rivals to lovers because im a SLUT for that dynamic with them

shourtney because bassist x drummer is also a fave, and amangela because its not a heliophxle fic without them

[heliophxle]

【teaser; "Trevor’s finger’s always glowed a maroonish kind of pink before gigs. Maybe it was the rigorous, borderline manically obsessive practice before hand. Maybe it was the biting winter’s air, so cold it turned the numbess into a burning hotness in his fingers and toes. The streetlights look dull against the black and battered-gray tar of the city streets, and Trevor drew the similarly grey smoke into his lungs.

The cigarette trembled slightly between his lips—not from fear, not really. It was the kind of trembling born from anticipation, the kind that sat heavy in his chest, threatening to tip into exhilaration or collapse. The alley smelled of salt from the sidewalk grit, beer spilled from earlier bar patrons, and the faint metallic tang of the city. It wasn’t glamorous, but neither was he, and neither was the music."】

[heliophxle]

some silly headcanons for the sbmau... 👀

Trevor is obsessed with vampires and the afterlife.

Anthony writes his setlists in black eyeliner directly on his arms because paper “is for posers.”

Spencer buys new bass picks in bulk but loses them constantly.

Arasha has a knife collection she carries everywhere. She’s used them to etch lyrics into the walls of every venue they’ve played at.

Courtney writes little notes to herself on scraps of paper but forgets where she puts them.

Ian wakes up at 2 a.m. most nights and writes lyrics on whatever surface he can find—receipts, walls, his own arm.

Shayne drums on any surface he can find—tables, car doors, even his own legs—until people beg him to stop.

Amanda listens to 80s glam metal when no one else is around.

Tommy keeps his bass tuned perfectly, but his apartment is always an absolute mess

Angela drinks chamomile tea before shows (even though she takes shots of vodka right after)

[heliophxle]

Finally got the AO3 Wrapped thing to work!

...I guess I read a lot of Amangela? Really? Okay...

also hi @femmmie, @lilac-hecox, @totallynotmeems, and @heliophxle :P (idk if the other person has tumblr...)

[heliophxle]

Are you writing a Smosh band au?? Because I am insanely into that!

YES I AM OML

it is a metal band au in which anthony started a band called helldawn and ian started a band called freezing pyre, but they used to have a band together (black comma code)

freezing pyre plays more dsbm/heavy metal, whereas helldawn is black metal/dsbm!!! still figuring out the writing, but I have like... four fics written and SO MANY ideas. its super dark and emo but like... idc I LOVE BLACK METAL SO MUCH (also the idea of arasha in corpse paint HELLO???) so yeah this is my appeal to ask me about my au haha

[heliophxle]

Freezing Pyre

【"Maybe now you'll stop looking so depressed all the time”】

Vocals; Angela Giarratana

Guitar; Amanda Lehan-Canto & Ian Hecox

Bass; Courtney Miller

Drums; Shayne Topp

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Helldawn

【"This isn’t living, Anthony. It’s dying slowly and calling it art.”】

Vocals/Guitar; Trevor Evarts

Guitar; Anthony Padilla

Bass; Tommy Bowe & Spencer Agnew

Drums; Arasha Lalani

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See Me Flex My Delts And Pecs (I'm Pumping Iron)

【link; See Me Flex My Delts And Pecs (I'm Pumping Iron)】

【pairing; n/a】

【word count; 651】

【summary; "There was a deep, aching sort of anger that had settled into Trevor’s chest a long time ago. He didn’t quite know when, nor where, it had come from, only that it had begun to carve its own little spot, nestled between his ribcage and his heart."】