#bo twins

[florizzia]

Qing Jing Sunflowers: Os Discípulos Mais Jovens [The Youngest Disciples].

Isso foi só um teste de pintura e convivência de cores. Já fazia um tempinho que eu queria desenhar os discípulos de Qing Jing da minha série com até então só uma fanfic postada. 😔

De qualquer forma, eu decidi começa pelos mais novos. São 12 discípulos no total, mas não tenho certeza se vou fazer os outros.

[This was just a test of painting and color coexistence. I've been wanting to draw Qing Jing's disciples from my series for a while now, with only one fanfic posted so far. 😔

Anyway, I decided to start with the youngest. There are 12 disciples in total, but I'm not sure if I'll make the others.]

Discípulos do Meio [Middle Disciples].

Discípulos Mais Velhos [Older Disciples].

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Old writing especially on Bo's and then Vincent's part. I realised that I was writing as if their s/o showcased their strength during later on into their relationship in the first three slashers, apologies.

A/n: I am no longer writing for Hannibal or any hannibal characters as I myself have forgotten my own perspective of them.

Slashers x reader who's stronger than them but doesn't look like it!

Warnings: blood and death on the ghostface duos part, very slight mentions of nsfw. But mostly fluff.

Slashers in this: Bo sinclair, Vincent sinclair and Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (poly)

Relationship: romantic!!

Bo

It clawed at his ego, he's a pretty mean bastard and you know it 🫵.

He first thought of you as the most fragile and weakest person ever (and cutest), I mean, could you even lift a pot half filled with water?

Undoubtedly he used this assumption to 'help you' or more so at times tease you. He loves seeing your reactions and most definitely not because you're so small and kind to him, pfff of course not.

He just absolutely loves lifting you up and over his shoulder and he's definitely an ass guy. He loves ogling and smacking your ass but he won't get to that level until many many months later on. But he's still going to stare.

“Oh Bo, I think there's a rabbit under the truck!” You exclaimed to Bo as you noticed something white and moving below.

"An animal? *sighs* hold on, I'll get rid of that p-" He suddenly loses his ability to formulate words as he witnesses you lift the goddamn fuckin truck with one arm, and indeed there was a rabbit underneath.

“*gasp* it's so cute!” Bo cannot believe what he just saw. Damn, he gotta stop smoking so much it's messing with his brain. He's just staring at you as you pet the timid rabbit with your 'scrawny' arm.

He must admit he does fantasize about you lifting him up and shit, or topping him in bed. Whatever he's feeling that day, and he would rather swallow sand than ever admit that last part.... But y'know if you're up for it-

His cocky and prideful attitude seemingly making an apparent change, he would hold a cup or item you need above your head with a shit eating grin watching you get frustrated with him. Or when he would make jabs about you being too weak to lift three chairs at a time and would offer to help you. (So he could walk beside you.) But now... He still fucking makes jabs at you being weak, just to fuck with you even though he knows it's far from the truth. He loves making you seem like the little helpless princess and him being the asshole shining knight in armor.

You wouldn't mind tho would you? It's a win-win, you get to spend more time with your boyfriend and he gets to spend time with his girlfriend.

Vincent

So gentle and caring with you. He's gentle and caring with whoever he is with but your size just makes him think one wrong move and he's accidentally breaking your arm. And cause of this he can't help but be a worry wart at times and way too protective. Not budging even if you reassure him you're perfectly capable of doing something that requires strength.

During one of the dark evenings you walk with your lover in the forest, the side of the forest where there isn't roadkill so that you can breathe without torturing your nostrils. And finding some fire wood to spend the next dark hours star gazing and ranting to him while the sound of the fire crinkling and burning the wood serves as a nice background music.

Every step you take you hear the crunch of the dead leaves get crushed under your foot, both of you holding your flashlights. You have the warm and slightly calloused hand of your Vincent holding yours affectionately as his thumb brushes against the back of your hand and knuckles, gently tracing over and feeling the ridges and bumps.

You notice some fallen bark and shine your flashlight on it. "Vinny, look there's some firewood over there!" You exclaimed and shined your flashlight elsewhere, looking around more until you had shined it directly on a tree right in front of you that was occupied by a scary looking arachnid, its front limbs moving in a sluggish and relaxed fashion.

You let out a startled yelp and out of instinct your fist went to swing at the spider who somehow successfully managed to not get hit in the nick of time. This also startled your boyfriend who looked worriedly at you, his eyes scanned over to see that you were.. Fine! But the tree you punched wasn't. It has a big dent in it while the flesh of wood was cracked and damaged severely around the impact along with many splinters.

"I'm so sorry Vincent! There was a spider and I got scared!"

He almost let out a breath of relief knowing it wasn't anything serious but he can't get his eyes and mind off the injured tree. Did you... seriously do that? He gently took your hand and examined it, it seemed perfectly fine except for redness, light bleeding and a couple splinters on your knuckles.

He slowly raised one of his hands, pointing towards the punched tree. 'Did you do that?' Is what's probably going through his head. You chuckled sheepishly and nodded in confirmation. He sighed. For now, he'll worry about your fist.

Does this interaction change how he treats you?... Kind of. He isn't too pushy as he was since he now knows how capable you are of handling yourself but there's still that feeling in him, something that gnaws at his inner core for him to help you. He wants to feel useful and to serve you in any way he can, so...please let him dote over you still..? (Of course you will, you can't say no to him.)

If you want to pick him up he'll entertain you, though he'll be extremely flustered and giddy about it. He likes this way more than he should (in his opinion). How comical is it? He's a large 6'1 grown man being carried princess style by his tiny s/o. Despite all this, he still hopes you need him as much as he needs you.

Thomas

Trust me when I saw it really took Thomas by surprise. He's a really big guy and you say this little thing is stronger than him? Oh please, humor him after dinner.

He's a busy man with a lot on his plate, and you seemingly looking like the most harmless person in the world doesn't help, he constantly feels like he has to tend to you and supervise you from a certain officer.

Will usually not allow you to help him when he's working, it depends. He feels guilty letting yourself get caught up with all this but if you insist he'll gladly accept the extra hand with honest gratitude. But generally- 'Back away honey, you might get dirty.' Is what he wishes he could say.

In his eyes you're a saint, an angel. Made perfectly to fit in the space between his thighs he's sitting down and there's no flaw in the way his large hands cups your cheeks with those pretty eyes of yours staring into his – no room for mistake or complain. You're adorable.

The first time he allowed you to help him you admire your handsome behemoth of a lover chopping wood. Appreciating the rolled up sleeved that gave you a good view of his arms, his muscles flexing as he brought the axe down – after he was done with the first small batch of logs you hurried to grab the others.

Tommy watched with amusement and adoration before shifting his weight to help you but stopped as you started walking towards him five logs resting effortlessly in your arms. It didn't even seem to faze you as if it was just you were only a bunch of baby ducks.

Tommy watched in silence as you laid them out on the table, still kind of processing it before nodding his head in gratitude and resuming to chopping them up. He'll bring this up later, maybe. For now he'll focus on getting his work done and spending more with you, and your soft words.

He doesn't really care if you're stronger than him or not, as long as you love him and don't try to run away it's all good. If you want he'll stop trying to do everything for you even though he knows you don't need any assistance – he's so used to working around the house he feels restless not doing anything at all.

If you want to carry him, do it. He's all yours but please do it in private he won't be able to handle the embarrassment if his family sees it. And although he prefers to be the dom he doesn't mind it if you wanna take charge every once in a while and throw him around.

Plus, it creates something pleasantly warm in his stomach.

Michael.

He thinks he's going insane. (He already has.)

He's Michael Myers, the most ruthless killer Illinois has ever seen for the past decades. And you're saying this small creature that he's inhabited has greater strength than him... Yeah, no.

And then he sees you picking up three bodies out of the house with your bare hands while cleaning up the evidence of his the murder he left, quietly observing you. He won't admit it but it kind of irks him. He's supposed to be the one with power in this relationship and quite frankly he doesn't know the true extent to your power.

He warms up to it eventually – although it's more of he doesn't give a fuck anymore. You're not completely weak and helpless? Great, he doesn't have to worry about you as much. Key word: as much. He still does worry a lot when you're out for long hours – he's not worried you're injured or in danger (not anymore) but more as in you're not leaving him, right? Or ratting him out to the police?

Do not ever attempt to pick him up or anything even remotely close to that unless you want a glare from those void, soul-less eye sockets of his mask Or if you want a love tap on the head and cheek. If you give him enough guilty smiles and let go of him he'll let you off the hook. if not, bear the consequences. (They don't even do anything anyways, lmao)

He feels so incredibly annoyed when you start treating him like a child, telling him to go sit down or lie down in bed after he pulled a few all nighters and the fact you successfully manage to pull him back into bed: God dammit, why the hell are you even so strong and you're so small!? Grumpily he does stay put but only if you're with him too.

A man feared by hundreds, if not thousands because of the sheer power and mercilessness he leaves in trails of every step he takes in public... And then there's you, you're half his size and you have more control over him than he'd like. He'd never kill you though, not intentionally, but that will also most likely not happen.

Speaking of killing, don't think he won't murder someone if they attempt to hurt you and gets their ass kicked by you anyways. You attack, he lands the finishing blow. Don't protest, he won't listen.

Billy n' Stu

They're both pretty lean so you can believe it, if not for your given figure. They both adore it, so who cares? Billy and Stu will, eventually.

It was in the heat of the moment, you tell yourself but you remember in vivid detail the day where you saw the bloody escaping victim running towards you – adrenaline pumping in your veins, your mind immediately went into fight mode and swung a fist at their skull. You remember the sickening crunch as blood slowly pooled from their fractured cranium when they lifelessly fell down to the floor.

They first helped you with the lingering guilt first before Stu started annoying you.

''Can you punch me like that next but with a bit less-''

"No!"

Alright, no worries but now he's asking you to lift him up to reach things that he does not need help on. Maybe even just carry him and run around the house. (Don't be fooled, he just wants to be carried around like a child again.) Fluttering his eyelids at you and holding up a jar of pickles. 'Y/n, I can't get this to open!' Yes he can.

Billy, although tries to act neutral but can't help but let his thoughts wander. 'Wow... Strong girl... Can choke me...' He thinks to himself as he watches you and Stu. Not as if he'd ever admit that. He pretends he's disinterested in getting in your arms - no, he just doesn't wanna embarrass himself. But if you persist he'll begrudgingly agree. He indeed liked it.

Stu obviously takes a positive reaction, he loves getting dominated. You can take that however you like. Billy on the other hand feels conflicted, if he's not stronger than you then how will he stop you if you try to leave them or plan to rat them out? Assuming this is during the beginning of your relationship. But overtime the more he takes a good look at your face those thoughts will slowly drown away, there's no way you would, right?

The slashers will probably swoon if you agree to help them place the bodies where they want them to, like hanging them in the trees or something.

Billy keeps it more lowkey. Preferring to keep you in his lap and rest his chin on top of your head. Stu takes your strength to his advantage. When he gets drunk he'll whine and ask you to carry him to bed, and take his socks off. Annoying fuck but you love him either way. And Billy too.

[capybar00stash]

transmasc vincent sinclair (!!)

i love him sm, i will be drawing more transmasc!vinnie when i have the means to c:

[rivaldreamer]

One set of conjoined twins meet another!

So I watched House of Wax recently and the thought came to me of the Sinclair Twins interacting with Gabriel May and Maddie. Honestly, I feel like Vincent would be shocked but then becoming morbidly curious (and probably be more grateful about his and Bo's circustances). Bo? F*#ker would probably scream "WTF is that?!"

I kinda wanna write something about this...

[scrapnick]

Brothers in harms! 🔪🩸🕯️

Full body full colour commission for @visceravalentines of the Sinclair twins 👯‍♂️

[sketchy-beck]

(Bo and Vincent Sinclair WIP) Nothing says "brotherly love" like a family murder plot.

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Do you think Vincent can talk out of curiosity ? I like to think if he can he whispers mine in readers ear

Oooooooh I love this!

Do I think Vincent Sinclair can talk?

Honestly yes, I do think Vincent can speak. But I think he chooses not to. I mean we get to see how severe the physical damage left by his extraction from his twin brother, Bo was at the end of the movie. So I wouldn't doubt that Vinny doesn't have some type of speech problems like a speech impediment.

I like to think Vincent's mother wouldn't bully him for his speech but I'm not sure; But I wouldn't put it pass Bo to torment him enough to a point he just stops talking all together. I mean we see how Bo treats him; He's very narcissistic and manipulative. Just look at how Bo is able to abuse his brother enough to make him fall under his command and practically force/manipulate him to kill the towns people and anyone who wonders in. But regardless of all of the abuse his brother puts him through I truly think the siblings love each other just in their own ways.

Back to the topic, I do think Vincent can talk. But I don't see him shouting or yelling anytime soon. I like to think Vincent talks in a whisper/mumble forcing you to pay close attention to him. Also I think that would be the tell tell sign that he trust and loves you. If he does speak to you even in a whisper he's proving how comfortable he really is with you and that's a big accomplishment. I also love imaging what he would sound like, I think he would have a smooth deep voice with a thick accent like his brother. I also like to think he would possibly have a southern drawl kinda like Trace Adkins..(man I love a fine country men😩)

If I continue with my theories, it’s possible Vincent stopped talking to Bo and his father when he was little due to the abuse and it’s also possible Vincent went mute once his parents/mother died. Vincent was a good child and we hear in the movie that his mother thought he was talented(or was going to be talented). What I’m trying to say is that both boys loved their abusive mother, they are very much mama boys so I could definitely see them both suffering from losing her..I mean if we go back to the first time we meet Bo he’s in the church kneeling beside his dead mother (I believe it’s her due to the fact Bo apologizes when he’s in the church searching for Carly.)

But I could go on and on for days discussing my theories about the Sinclair brothers! Regardless I do think Vincent can speak he just doesn’t do it around new people or his mean abusive brother due to being scared of being made fun of. I love Vinny but just give him time to warm up to you and perhaps he’ll have a very small conversation with you. 🖤

Thank you tons for the request!! I love when you guys ask me questions like this! I love seeing others opinions and sharing my own! 🖤🖤

[solivagant-muse]

Color Study with the Sinclair twins

[ratdadsnest]

I want them to interact SO BAD

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Sinclair surprise

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Sinclair twins x reader

Warnings: SMUT, THREESOME, there is no twincest (thats gross)

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An: my first house of wax fic!

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I was lying on the bed when I heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock. Time loses all meaning when there's nothing to do but wait for one of the Sinclair boys to come and untie me and today I was being treated to something special: a visit from both of the twins. A thrill ran through me. The door opened, and Bo walked in. "Baby doll, we have a surprise for you," he said. Vincent followed him in, closing and locking the door behind him. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed seeing them together until now. "Look at her, Vinny she already looks desperate and we just walked through the door." said Bo, and I could hear the amusement in his voice."Fuck you," I spat. My pussy was already so wet and I was so turned on. Bo raised an eyebrow. "You want to play?" he asked me. I looked up at the two of them.

Both of them came over to the bed, and Vincent untied my wrists from the bed while Bo untied my ankles. When I was free, they let me sit up and both of them sat down next to me.

Vincent and Bo looked at each other their eyes both sparkling with mischief. Bo leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Are you ready for us to use you together to have your pussy stuffed with two cocks?" he asked. I bit my lip, imagining them both sliding inside me.

"Will you both fuck me at the same time?" I asked. Vincent nodded, "But first we're going to play a little game with you." I was already soaked just from imagining what they were going to do to me. Both of them leaned in close and ran their hands over me, and I moaned softly at the feeling of their fingers gliding over my skin. "Look at you," Bo said, "I've never seen anyone this wet before," he added. He reached out and rubbed my pussy for a second, and then took his hand away. "You're so eager to be our little whore." "Fuck you," I said, arching my body up in an effort to try to find some relief. Vincent reached down and touched me, his fingers exploring the wetness between my legs. "Does that feel good, Y/N?" he asked. I nodded, unable to speak. He pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned as he slid in and out, then stopped again. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Yes," I said. I was desperate for more. I had never felt this way before with anyone but these two.

Bo leaned in and ran a finger along my lips. "Do you want to suck my cock while Vinny fucks your pussy?" he asked. I opened my mouth, letting him push his finger inside. He moved it in and out slowly, teasing me. "So you do want to suck my cock then? And you want Vinny to fuck your pussy?" I nodded. They both got up and stood on either side of the bed. Vincent undressed while Bo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Y/N," he said. I crawled over to him, and he pulled me into his lap, positioning me so that my back was against his chest and his cock was hard and pressed against my ass. I moved up onto my knees so that my ass was up in the air. Vincent got behind me on the bed and began rubbing his cock against me. I pressed back against him and he groaned as he sank into me."You're going to feel so fucking good," Bo told me. I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing the head of it against my lips, then letting it slide inside my mouth. He pushed my head down further, groaning. "That's right. Make sure you get me nice and wet for your tight little ass." He pushed deeper into my throat, making me gag. I could feel Vincent's fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me hard. He pulled out of me and pushed my ass up higher. "Vinny, look at her ass," he told his brother. "It's perfect for fucking." I couldn't help myself I moaned at his words. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you Y/N?" Bo asked. He traced his fingers around my asshole. "Yes," I said, the word coming out choked. I moaned as Bo slid out of my mouth and positioned his cock at my asshole.

"Relax," Bo said as Vincent moved, so that he was lying under me. I moved down onto him, taking his cock back inside me and moaning as Bo pressed inside my ass. It hurt a little but it also felt incredible, both of them fucking me at the same time. Vincent and Bo began to move together. I moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside me at once. "Fuck," Bo muttered. "She feels so good"

They both thrust into me harder, faster. I was overwhelmed by them but in a good way. My pussy and ass were both stretched tight around them as they fucked me hard. I couldn't last long. I let go of my control and came hard. Vincent groaned and his breathing become heavier. Both of them picked up their pace, fucking me harder. "You're going to make us come," Bo said. I squeezed around them both, desperate to feel them coming inside me. Their cocks felt so good inside me that I couldn't help but keep squeezing.

Groaning as their bodies tightened. They came inside me, filling my ass and pussy with their cum. They both collapsed against the bed, pulling me down with them. "Fuck Y/N," Bo said. "You really are something else." I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.

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[deathnguts]

The black brothers variants

[charleslee-valentine]

Beauregard and Vincent.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

slashers x child!reader who likes to take apart their toys to make little inventions/new toys

*dies* I didn't add Billy and stu because I'm so tired and have no inspiration

Slashers x child! Reader who rips other toys to built new ones.

Michael

You probably got old dolls from a few decades ago from Judith's old toys she had when she was a child or his.

Michael didn't care that much that you were destroying the toys until he saw you either only ripped a limb or a head.

He then came and saw you with a toy he never saw before when he recognised some parts and realised you built a new toy out of different toys.

He'll admire it like how he'll admire his "art works" after killing someone. The more weirder and creepier the more he'll like it. although he'll like any kind of invention you make.

When you ran out of toys he broke in a toy shop once and got as many as he could and gave them to you.

You got a whole shelf of your little inventions and he stares at it whenever you're gone and he has nothing to do.

Sinclair brothers

They got you either old toys of theirs (I hv no idea if they had toys as children) or toys around the town.

Bo was like 'why??' when you took apart your toys parts but when he saw you building a new one he thought 'wait that's kinda cool actually' he thinks of it like repairing or building a car so when he actually is repairing a car he'd like it if you were also building something so that you can both look like father and daughter doing similar things. When you finished a piece and showed it to him he probably petted your head and said "good job", what he really wanted to say was 'oh my god, oh my god holy shit it's beautiful you built something in so proud of you'. Got one or two of yours as a gift to him and he keeps it extra safe.

Vincent was ecstatic when you showed him your new toy and told him your little hobby, now you both can make art! He could be painting or wax sculpturing and you could be building with him. He's so proud of you whenever you managed to fully make a toy he howls a bit in delight and gives you two thumbs up and he probably sketches your toys because he thinks they're so interesting. He'll be a bit sad when he sees his childhood toys broken though he thinks your new ones are totally worth it. He sometimes likes you watch you do your thing and helps you if you can't figure out what to make.

Lester was also whying when he saw you taking apart the toys, did you hate it that much? But he went wowing when he saw what you were actually doing and totally watches you make your new toys. He will say so many praises when you finish it, will talk about it to his brothers and bo acts annoyed but he secretly wants to hear all about it too. Wants to learn how to build too, it gets boring having nothing to do driving around all day you know. except when tourists are here but scratch that the twins will sometimes find you both together on Lester's trunk on a challenge to see who can build faster and better, its a tie everytime. Jonesy would be there to watch you two (everyone's watching) if you run out of toys then he'll bring you abandoned cheaper ones.

Hannibal

I think it all started when he brought you expensive nice ones and you took one look at it and then ripped it. He almost choked on air when he saw that.

"y/n.. Why did you do that if you didn't like it you could've just told me..."

When you told him about your intentions he replied with,

"I wish you could've told me that sooner, I could've brought cheaper ones." he pinches the bridge of his nose.

And he did. And he watches with great interest on how your little invention will turn out and smiles and praises you when you show him your art piece. Also like Michael he had shelf/shelves full of your works. Informs Will about this too this is how it goes.

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Will, Will look what y/n made.

Hannibal it's 2 am.

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He's a happy little cat when you talk to him about your toys and he's just glad he adopted you. Like Vincent you both can do your little art things.

[capybar00stash]

bo and vincent (yellowed out)

hello everyone i'm ill and i have artblock how are you all

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I'll have to make a joke about it. I'm sorry

Deimos: Just tell me, am I winking or blinking?

Phobos: *looked away nervously.*

Combine the two and call it “bwinking” /j

[horrorhussy]

Kinda feeling like if Carly wanted to try and calm Vincent down, maybe telling him his twin brother was a freak after she just murdered him with a baseball bat wasn’t the right move.