#lester deserves more love

[lesterapollogist]

quick reminder that while lester was literally laying on the floor dying, he decided to sing a duet of "sweet caroline" with a talking arrow only he could hear

[sodiumchloridecat]

Just an honest question based on the information at hand…

[obliviouspoptart]

saw the terrible influence tour tonight (spoiler free i’m just in my feels)

i am a changed man. i cried twice just from being overwhelmed by my love for these two gay dorks that raised me and everyone around me and how their love for each other and us led them here and led me here and how i’m not sure i’d even be alive without dan’s videos helping me accept and live with my depression or phil’s silly fun videos showing everything is not all bad and there’s fun anywhere you look and we hurt them irrevocably but they hurt us too even if neither meant to but we’re here and we love despite the hurt and i’m surrounded by people who also chose love over hurt and i made a new friend i clicked with instantly when i was so afraid about going alone. i have bracelets from complete strangers i’ll never see again but they put time and care and love into something i now have. if i think about any of this too much i start to cry again. it has been such a long amazing journey for everyone always and i could not be more proud of dan and phil and what they have nurtured and raised

and phil can say fuck now

[tinylittletwig]

Oh, Faroe,,,

[hsmtmtsjoefrankie]

I don't think we appreciate Julia's voice enough

[slasherstories123]

Hii this is the first time I make a request. Can you make slashers(your choices hehe) react to S/O making a plushie that look just like them? Thank you :)

Slashers reaction to their S/O making a plushie of them

Paring: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair,Lester Sinclair, and Brahms Heelshire x reader

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @oneofvincentscandles @sleepypersonblog @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @l0sercat @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @pink-apollo @charliedawn @emychan @slasherscrybaby @l0sercat

A/N: When you said dolls it made me think of crochet dolls, but if not then I’m sorry😭💗

Jason Voorhees

Very curious. He's curious about the process of you making the plushie once tibeas given to him.

Jason loves the plushie, even carrying it around like it’s his own child and will even sleep with it besides his teddy bear that was given by his mother.

He’ll hug you to no end as his way of saying thank you

If you were to make another plushie he’d want to watch you make it so he could make one of you, it was terribly made but it was his first time… and it’s the thought that counts

He’ll be forever grateful because it’s the fact that you wanted to make the plushie and haven’t had any sort of gift in years ever since his mother was killed, it’ll possibly even make him emotional just the thought of him receiving any gifts after being called a monster or freak.

Michael Myers

He’s giving you so many head tilts of confusion

All he can think about is why? Why are you making it, he knows you love him, but that far to make a plushie?

He’ll keep it of course but you won’t see him around with it, he probably has it put up on your dresser.

Will he stare? Yea. He’ll stare at you through the whole process of making it. Once it’s done he’ll definitely see something missing. Going in the kitchen to get the largest knife and give it to you.

You’d have to stifle a laugh and make a large knife that will fit the doll to fit his liking, handing it up to up for his own approval.

He’d take the doll and hold it by its head. Placing it on his shoulder.

He’d walk around the house with it on his shoulder, surprisingly, it doesn’t fall off.

Vincent Sinclair

Loves it.

Vincent keeps anything you give him, even if it’s a a half head flower you saw outside he’ll keep it even if it’s shriveled up into nothing

At first he’s curious since he never knows you could make things like he could. Once you show him how you do it, just know he’ll also make you one as well so you both can have plushies of each other

He’s rather good at it for the first time but often cuts his fingers so you’d have to stop him just to patch them up or to make sure he isn’t bleeding

He’ll often watch you make them since it’s satisfying in his opinion to watch. Just have music play in the background while you work he could stare for hours and not get bored at all.

Lester Sinclair

Lester literally laughs at the sight of it

It’s more of a surprise laugh since he didn’t expect you to make a doll that’s exactly like him, he loves it and will give you the tightest hug known to mankind

Even press kissed all over your face happily, mustache sloppy but they’re still kisses 🤷🏾‍♀️

He’ll even call the doll “Lester Jr” and will have it in his truck… or will carry it everywhere but will also have it in his truck since it reminds him of you

He’ll hug it to no end, even in his sleep, or he’ll have you hold onto it while he curls up besides you to sleep

Brahms Heelshire

It would be hard for you to even make it since he’ll sometimes take the tools away just so he can get your attention.

Once he settled down… hopefully. He’ll watch while having the porcelain doll of himself in his lap. Holding onto it until you finished with the doll you were currently making yourself.

Just like with the porcelain doll, he expects you to be careful even though it isn’t as fragile as the one he has

It’s a doll, and it was made by you. He wants it to be taken care of of since it resembles him.

As his way of a thank you, he’ll give you one perfectly made as well, and it has more details of your features that you don’t even pay attention to.

[dolliestfairy]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

[izel-scribbles]

hello izel ! i wanted to pop in and say hello. i absolutely adore all of your malevolent art. the way you draw arthur and john is absolutely delightful.

i just recently got my best friend listening to malevolent and as they’ve been listening i’ve shown them more fanart and we both adore your cowboy/wild west au of arthur and john.

i know you said you said you don’t really take requests but if people wanted to share ideas you might draw them; i think human john/arthur in some cozy clothes, cardigans, cute sweaters and the like, would be absolutely lovely in your style.

i hope you’re having an arthur lester lovely, john doe delightful day. stay groovy 💛

AAAAAGHGHGHHHHH THIS IS SO SWEET!!!! literally grinning so hard my face hurts rn <3 if you liked the cowboy au, check out @percymawce-arts and @ananxiousgenz's writing! they're collabing on a fic and it's. so awesome

anyways, sicne you asked so nicely (and flattery works on me what can i say), have some big sweater jarthur!

worked so hard on these actually. hope you can tell

plus some warm hugs + kisses because they deserve it so much

[senanatheskenana]

Hello! I loved your Sinclair post about their S/O leaving them. If you would like too could you please write a part 2 where the S/O comes back and the talk it out? Happy ending if at all possible only if you want too, I hope you have a great day!

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

I hope this is ok, i tried my best but i've been a little bit rusty after my break from writing <3

Part two of this

The Sinclair Boys' S/O Comes home.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had exhausted nearly every option of where to find you.

He knew that even if the chance of getting you back was slim, he had to at least apologise- promise to be better. For once he needed to prove to someone that he was worth the fight.

Most of all, he needed to see you.

And he never admitted it, but a part of himself needed to see if you looked even a fraction of the way he did.

Bo turned up on your doorstep, hat in his hand, face covered in dirt, sweat, and who knows whatelse.

You had to admit he looked awful- worse than you'd seen him in months.

Even when Bo recognises he's done wrong, he doesn't always feel bad and her certainly never apologises for it.

Until now.

~~~~~

You stand there on the porch, staring expectantly at Bo as he struggled to find words. His throat was dry, and all of the things that he wished to say- the large speech he had spent days rehearsing and rewriting- melted into nothing at the back of his throat. He looked at you briefly before diverting his attention downward at his shoes.

"Beauregard, please say somethin'. I don't wanna stand in the cold all day," when he doesn't seem to respond, you more to shut the door on him. He panics and in a moment of adrenalin, sticks his hand in the doorframe to stop you from closing it. He doesn't so much feel it as he does hear the scraping crunch, letting out a hiss when you immediately reopen the door to let his trapped fingers go.

The next thing he knows, he's in your kitchen with a bag of ice wrapped around his hand. The lights in the kitchen are too bright for Bo, making everything but you seem hazy in the sleep deprived state hes in. You can see that hes not in a good state, but it worries you how he got here

"Bo, did you drive all the way by yourself?" you hope he says no, that Lester had driven four hours to get here. However, from looking into his truck, you know it was just him.

Bo looks at you like you're stupid. "I drove. Din't ya see the truck?"

"Don't make that face at me, Beauregard. Why are you here?"

He stares at you a little longer again, his resolve cracking further. It's been so long since he's seen you and now he can barely look at you out of shame.

"Sugar, you know i ain't the type to apologise for anythin'. An' i know you deserve someone who does..." but now he looks you in the eyes like a kicked dog, "I haven't be'n treatin' you like I shoulda."

"Bo-"

"No, please lemme say this cuz i wanna get the chance before you chuck me out." he sighs.

"I know I'm no good for you, and i know i dont deserve the time of day from you but i do love you... Sugar, i love you so much it hurts when you ain't around no more. It's like i'm continuously choking on smoke. Now I ain't trying to guilt you into comin' home- Ambrose. "

"Bo please just say it"

"I'M SORRY- I know that don't make up for how ive treated you- or anyone," Bo shifts and mores to grip your hand, "But i wanna be better for you, i wanna show you i love you, and make you feel loved"

You remain silent for a time and he feels his stomach sink slowly to his feat and he deflates, retracting his hand.

"I-I'm gon' head out soon, get outta your hair for good. I just wanted you to know i was sorry."

"No you're not, you're in no state to drive Bo. Stay the night here. We can head back together tomorrow" at that his face lights up. "You can have a shower before you get anywhere near me though," you tease.

He smirks and scampers up the staircase, "Yes, ma'am"

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent made no attempts to find you.

After all, why would he try to bring you back if you were only going to leave again.

He figured he may as well cut his losses and try to get over it.

So he tried.

For weeks.

Then for months.

But he just couldn't.

He saw you in everything he did.

He could swear that he saw you in his paintings or in visitors' cars.

Hell he thought he saw you getting out of Lester's truck right now.

Until he realised you actually were.

But something was different.

~~~~~

Through the glass he could see you hopping out of the cab of the truck, thick winter sweater consuming your figure. He's sure its one of his.

Vincent rushed through the house to the front door, swinging it open on its creaky hinges. You hardly get the chance to look at him before he's wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Lester stands to the side watching.

"Yer lucky i was drivin' west otherwise she might not've made it t'all"

Vincent turns away to sign to Lester but you dont catch it because he's moving his hands so fast.

"She's tryin' to get back to ya but ran outta gas before i found her"

He was shocked. You were trying to get back to him? Why, he was sure you wanted nothing to do with him this entire time.

He signs slower so you can understand,

'Why did you come back?'

You look at him sadly. In truth you felt bad for running away with no notice- leaving Vincent all alone with no explanation.

"I had to." you started, "Because i love you. And it wasn't fair to run away, i know, but i was scared of what you might think, or do"

Though you cant see, Vincent looks puzzled under his mask, you can tell. he signs again.

'Why did you leave- what were you afraid of me for?'

Your eyes water and you look down, arms wrapping around your torso.

"Vincent, I.." the words get stuck in your throat and he moves to cup your cheeks but you grab his hands before he can. You don't think you can say it. Your trembling hands guid his callused palms to your stomach. His eye widens when he feels the protrusion there.

There was no way. He stiffens and stays like that for what feels like forever until your shoulders start to shudder with sobs. Vincent snaps out of it and panics, trying to calm your cries. He moves to embrace you again before frantically signing to you.

'No please darling, don't cry. I'm not upset- i could never be upset with you'

You sniffle, "I'm sorry i left you. It was only meant to be for one day- to go to the clinic but then i found out i was pregnant and then i got scared that you wouldn't want it so i went to a hotel to try to think about what to do but i never manages to figure anything out."

Vincent feels his heart crack a little bit at your distress. He should've been more intuitive- maybe let you know that he'd care about you no matter what.

He gently puts his hands back on your tummy and looks at you. He doesn't even need to sign for you to know what he was trying to say.

'It'll be ok'

Lester Sinclair

Lester was a good guy, you knew that.

To you, he was perfect.

He never even raised his voice at you, and you're sure that if he even scratched you, he'd feel horrible for days.

And if you were honest, you still missed him.

You knew what he was doing was wrong but you still loved him.

Before you can stop yourself you're calling his mobile, waiting for the beeps.

He picks up after a single ring, like always.

~~~~~

"Heh-hey hun!" he tries his best but you can hear he's happy that you called him. "Is everythin' ok up there?"

You had to admit, it was sweet that even now, he cares about things like that.

"Hey, Les..." you don't really know what to say but he's patient, "Sorry im not really sure why i called."

"It's ok, please, i ain't gonna complain" you can almost hear his smile through the phone.

"I'm sorry about what i said-"

he cuts you off, "No, no you're right. What we was doin' was horrible, i know. But i- i wantcha to know that i told Bo that i ain't doing his dirty work anymore."

That surprised you. You know that Bo's a strong, stubborn character and Lester wants nothing than to impress his older brothers. This was big.

"I'm glad, Lester. Just stay outta trouble." You tease him and he giggles.

"I'm tryin' my best out here." an uncomfortably long period of silence takes over the line before he speaks again. "Jonesy misses ya... she just sorta stares at the door at night, expectin' ya to come walk through it."

It sounds sort of sad when he says it like that, he realises. "Not that I'm tryin to trick ya into comin back, im jus' sayin' that maybe you'd like me to bring her up to you some time." It's a ploy so that he can see you again, he knows.

"Oh no, Lester don't go all the way out here to let me play with YOUR dog, thats unfair." you pout through the phone and he laughs again.

"I don't know- i'd get to see you again, so it seems like a good trade, hun."

You dont know what got into you.

"Lester, I miss you."

The line is quiet again for a few seconds before he replies, "Really?"

"I know you've done some horrible stuff, but i still love you, and i dont know, if you're tellin' the truth about leaving that stuff behind, then maybe we can make it work."

He fights back a squeal of delight when he hears that.

"You stay right there, Huneysuckle, I'll be coming to get you as soon as i can." you laugh at his enthusiasm, "I'm getting in the truck, ill see you soon!"

[trick-or-fucking-treat]

Hello! I hope you are doing great! But I was just wondering if I may request head-cannons for Bo Sinclair with a fem s/o who is like the cliche innocent good girl (loves wearing bows and ribbons, frilly cute dresses, Mary janes…) I feel like this would be an interesting dynamic with Bo (that he would absolutely EAT UP because that man is insane and you can’t tell he wouldn’t love the idea of “corrupting” someone or even like protecting the reader and shielding her from the world…) If not, that’s fine! But thank you and have a great day!

Bo Sinclair with innocent girly-girl (fem) S/O

Masterlist

When you strolled into town one day, Bo did not think you were real

I mean, pink… frilly dresses… ribbons!

Bo doesn’t leave town much so he can’t say for sure, but he didn’t think there were girls who actually dressed like that

He also didn’t think you’d be his type

And yet…

Bo and Vincent had killed all your friends, as per usual, but you hadn’t been there to witness it

You were such a sweetheart when Bo found you and you asked where your friends were

He couldn’t tell you

Instead, he told you they left without you

You were devastated, but Bo thought he’d done good(ish) by protecting you from a worse evil

He kept you around for while under the pretence that your friends might come back looking for you

Eventually the truth came out about Bo, his brothers, and the town

But by this point you’d already fallen hard and fast for Bo

You were everything Bo never knew he needed, and just about the cutest thing he’d ever seen

“Aww doll that’s damn sweet of ya! But there’s no need to bring beers to the garage, i’s all dirty in ‘ere and your dress is all pretty!”

He thought you deserved better than a ruthless killer like himself, but wants to keep you for himself nonetheless

He was shocked when you agreed to stay but did not complain

Would never admit it but loves playing with your hair, especially after you teach him how to plait it and tie the ribbons all pretty

Never lets you around new victims visitors

Doesn’t want you getting attached or upset, and doesn’t want you near all the gory happenings

(Won’t admit it, but he also doesn’t want to see you disappointed in him because he still thinks he doesn’t deserve you - doesn’t want you thinking that leaving him is a better option, either)

Kind of treats you like glass sometimes - never wants to distress you or be harsh with you and gets apologetic real quick if he’s snappy

“God, ‘m sorry baby I didn’t mean t’ snap at ya!”

“Lester better not’ve told you about the trouble last night! I swear to God I’ll kill him!” - “Bo! It’s fine! We were just chatting!” - “Doesn’t matter! You don’t need to hear all that nonsense!”

It’s nice, but you know he’s holding back

After he gets more comfortable with the relationship he’s a little less gentle

Still an absolute sweetheart and never intentionally upsets you, but he enjoys teasing you and lets you see the real him a little more

“Be careful there doll.. I don’t know anyone else who would describe me as a sweetheart. Wouldn’t want ya to see their point of view now would we?”

He’s testing your boundaries a little to see if opening up is going to scare you off

You can see the playful and often hopeful glint in his eyes though and know he would never hurt you

(P.s. sex with Bo started out so gentle and loving, but you knew he wanted to ruin you - corruption kink in full force once you finally let him)

(Wouldn’t do anything you don’t like though, any sign you’re not enjoying yourself and he’s stopping and making it up to you)

Eventually comes to face the fact that you’ve made him a better person - he’s still a psycho and a killer, but he never thought he could love and care for another person like he loves you

A/N: thanks for the request! So so sorry it took so long! Lmk if there’s anything else you’d like added, and feel free to request!

[spiritually-a-blorb]

in light of me being a little silly, a little sillier, and finally reaching my silliest peak, I would like to introduce my favorite cringefail loser and give you headcannons about him

- Lester still had slightly purple veins after the possession. it was barely noticeable, but his blood, and therefore his veins, were a little darker. he just never points this out

- Lester had a little bit of a scuffle trying to get to California in the burning maze, and he literally never told anyone. just as a little silly. this is why he wanted maple lemon cronuts. he got in a fight at some random bakery (beacuse he wanted to get food for everyone) and he managed to snag food for everyone but himself

- Apollo visits Sweet on America, the place Sally used to work, and he'll get different candies his kids like, or he thinks they'll like. he is surprisingly successful at this, and now he keeps candy on his person at all times, like a grandma does

- Lester's complaints about memory loss were valid, for one. but the second thing? just for a lil spice, I think trying to access those memories hurts him just a little, enough for the brain to try and block those memories out. that's why his memory is super faulty. his brain is literally working against him

- Lester is checked over by Meg after every fight they have after The Big Stab™️, and she feels extra guilty when she finds out how tarquin was turning him into a zombie

- Lester was separated from Meg in a crowd once, while they were getting to the Tower of Nero. he flipped his ever-loving shit and proceeded to yell her name so loud he broke a window. Meg never got separated from him again

- Meg will do this thing where she will mispronounce words on purpose beacuse she knows that it annoys Lester. Lester eventually uses those mispronounciations in multiple haikus, and presents them to Meg in a written and stage performance. Meg has never been so annoyed and so touched in her life once she remembers that those were her mispronounciations. she then demands financial compensation for her words being used in said haikus

- Apollo (post ToA) does actually help herophile start some game shows. he gets her a nice setup and everything, and she soon becomes well known for her successful shows, both on normal channels and Hephestus TV.

- Meg eventually goes out and sees the ToA books on some bookstore shelves, and buys the entire series. she gets a lot of secondhand embarrassment due to Lester sometimes, but she enjoys re-living some good memories with her dummy. plus she likes hearing what the Arrow of Dodona actually had to say.

- Conversely, Apollo literally shrivels up in a ball when he finds out that Meg read the entire book series. he just lays there with his hands over his face while his kids swarm Meg to get her to show them the books. Apollo does not want to live through that, but he stays as they read the entire story. they all end up in a massive cuddle pile by the end

- Eventually, Artemis meets Meg. she kinda likes her by the end, but is somewhat jealous of the sibling relationship she has with Apollo. Apollo just likes seeing his two sisters get along. Meg, however, is a little conflicted as well. This is her annoying dummy, and someone else telling Apollo that, even in jest, grates on her a little (unless he deserved it. then she adds on)

- Apollo really likes fries. The big reason is they are cheap, and he would get a meal with the money they had at some gas station or fast food place, and give Meg the meal and just eat (and share) the fries. He did this right up to The Burning Maze, but only beacuse Aloe Vera kinda snitched on him to Grover. Aloe Vera only found out when she saw him climbing back down into the maze to eat the strawberries.

- Meg was super upset when she found out about the fry thing. Apollo insisted he was fine, and that he didn't need as much food as her, since she was still growing. She was a little more mad when she realizes she had been growing food that was meant to help in combat, and Apollo had to double back to get some, or he went hungry.

[astr0exe]

ello ello,could I request some Lester from House of wax?

He doesn't get enough attention for my liking and I feel for such a dirty grimey man he deserves his own gremlin boyfriend.

I was thinking maybe a little bit of angst with smut,Maybe Bo being the-bit of bastard he is,just got done yelling at Lester so he's sad and needs his boyfriend to make him feel loved again.Maybe with knife play(don't have to if it makes you uncomfy) since he has a bunch of knives,they can be put to use aside from road kill or whatever-🙏

If not that's fine,Hope u have a good day or night<3👊✨

Lester is acc my fuckin husband:( i love him so much<3 no angst js needy Les with some knife n blood play, nd pain play :)

// CW : tm!reader , needy Lester , knife play , blood play , dacryphilia (?) , pain play , praise , subspace (??) , aftercare

Lester who basically collapses into you when he gets to your shared home, tired and annoyed from dealing with Bo all day. His rugged hands still stained with blood from roadkill, gripping tightly at your waist as he groans in your ear at how much of a pain today has been for him. “Fuckin shi, to’days been so long sweetheart.” His southern drawl sends shocks through your body even despite how long you have been together.

His lips are aggressive against yours as he whines relieved with the contact he has been craving all day. The hilt of his knife is prominent against your skin whilst he holds you close, the kiss is full of need and lust (As well as a bit of frustration). He can’t help but need you, pushing you onto the tattered leather couch in the living room. His whimpers and huffs are loud against your ear, your hands pulling him close, close enough to suck hickies onto your lovers neck. His pants are down enough to get his cock out, already hard with a red angry tip adorning the large head.

There is no foreplay, no prep. Lester needs you, and fast. So that’s what he does, he takes you. His dick entering you in one swift thrust, his knife now in his hand as the very tip is resting against the underside of your chin. You are all too aware of the cool metal on your skin, especially how deadly it is. Even as your eyes widen and the breath is stolen from you with every thrust of Lester’s hips you remain cautious. His hips don’t falter, if anything the movement becomes more aggressive, more needy. Your moans are loud, as are his, both of you are lost in the pleasure of each other, the knife trailing down your body all the bay to your hip bone and back up again.

Lester’s knife is against your cheek, catching your tears on the blade, your eyes are bleary and unfocused which matches your state of mind, unfocused and lost, floating in the pleasure and fear you are feeling. Your pretty tears set Lester off.. he can’t help it doll:(( you just look so pretty sobbing on his cock. The tip of his hunting knife moves along the skin of your cheek with more force, a tiny speckle of red showing the path of the knife. The blood collects on the blade along with your tears. Your shouts of pleasure and pain are loud and needy, making Lester’s hip pause whilst your drenched cunt clenches on him, he groans seeing your orgasm and fucked out state.

Tears running down your face, blood dripping down your cheek and your whole body shaking, your eyes blissed out as you let the pleasure of your orgasm consume you. Lester groans as he pulls out, his cum spurting all over your stomach as he moans and whines loudly, his orgasm hitting him harshly taking his breath away. You are confused when you regain your senses, your mind still clouded and hazy, wrapped up safe in Lesters arms, a blanket covering you both as he murmurs in your ear “There we are baby boy.. Tha’s a good doll.. Thank you..” his kiss on your temple is light as he holds a cold bottle of water to your lips.

You are softly brought back to your senses fully, Lester guiding you as you both cuddle up on the couch sleepily. You sigh at the attentiveness of your boyfriend, a plaster is already on your cheek and you are hydrated, now all you need is sleep and Lester by your side (same).

[rzyraffek]

Saw that your requests are open!

How would the Sinclairs brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz react if their s/o places flowers in their hair? Like flower crowns, daisies, wildflowers.

Thank you! Have a good day/night :3

OMG THATS THE CUTESTS REQUEST EVER!! You didnt say what pronouns to use so i'll go with they/them! Its fully SFW! Request open

Slashers with s/o that makes flowercrowns!

Vincent

This guy, he will litteraly cry pls why is s/o so nice to him😭😭😭

I swear this guy will treat his flowercrown like the most delicate and important thing is his life pls😭

Like he will feel bad when flowers die and started looking all ugly :((

But except that! He will beg for tutorial! Pls teach him how to make those, and he will give them one too

Also he probably loves drying flowers becasue they look pretty forever! Also he totally needs to learn how to sculp flowers in wax

Vince is gonna to give flowercrowns to Lester and Bo! Sharing is caring

Bo Sinclair

This dude will pretend like he doesnt care about it, actin all tough, but omygod if s/o wont give him next flowercrown when this one gets old? He be offended

Wym you thought he didnt like last one??? Pff

Nah but fr he will be like 'woah thanks sunshine'

Also he thinks that s/o should be the one wearing those pretty crowns. And vincent would totaly love them too.

He will tell them 'can you make one for Vince too? He gotta love this type of stuff'

Lester Sinclair

I forgor this guy exists and I almost posted without him

He will hang all the flowers they gave him in his epic truck! Will show them off too!

Im not going to be surprised if this guy already knows how to make flowercrowns and give some to s/o and by some i mean A LOT

He will come back home with hands full of wild flowers just for them!

Brahms Heelshire!

This guy will giggle and blush when he sees what they put on his head

Bro prefers to look at flowers outside than inside really. But If its a gift he guesses he will keep it? Next time give him dried flowers pls

he will be so mesmeraised and stunned, especially if s/o has her own crown too! They both deserve it!

to be honest this guy looks like one of those pollen allergies mf, so he will sneeze and die. 'you wanted to poison me!!' 'Man idk I just like flowers'

Billy Lenz'

No Billy you can't eat flowers

He probably destroys it by accident tbh, hes very chaotic. But please give him more!!

In summer he probably goes outside, especially when yall have house with garden, he probably just sits there looking what s/o is up to. Aslo probably hugging them tightly

When s/o manages to put one crown on him without him moving and bouncing all around the place hes going to look up and grab it every 5secdons to make sure its still there

Also he will sniff the flowers before allowing them on his head he likes to know how they smell

Jason Voorhees

Ik hes not in request but he's litteral definition of this prompt

This guy will come back home with hands full of wildflowers!

Putting random singular flower on his head>>

He wants to learn how to do crowns!! (I mean he knows he just pretend he doesnt so he can spend more time with his s/o)

Also he will decorate house with rest of flowers! Now whole home smells like meadow!

Live laugh love Jason

Yall have no idea how happy I am when I get requests!! Thanks for all of them!! I post it at 2am! Have lovley day yall🥰

[loveandmurders]

Love is insanity (Sinclair daughter!reader one shot)

Hello everyone. Today I'm posting a one shot about reader being Bo's daughter, but her mother took her away from him. Not gonna lie, this is pure angst.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, no proof reading, mentions of violence, blood and death, reader is kidnapped by her mother.

You were Bo’s first thought when he was getting up every day of his life. 

He wondered how you were doing; he hoped you were happy and, more than anything, he prayed for you to come back to him one day. Every morning and every night, he was going into your room. It never failed to break his heart; he couldn’t stand how empty the room was, but he just couldn’t help himself to check it because it was all he had left of you. You were the happiest thing that ever happened to him; and yet your mother took you away from him. It felt like a punishment that he knew he deserved. But it wasn’t making this any more bearable.

Your mother had done anything to survive, including marrying him. Bo wasn’t too sure he really loved her, but he tolerated her and he was enjoying her in bed. He also liked the idea to get married because he was a family man. The woman did find Bo attractive and she had been glad to have fun with him. She hadn’t cared much about the wedding, but she didn’t want to say no to a man who could kill her and ask his twin to turn her into a wax statue. The killing was bothering her a lot, and she was terrified. She wanted to get out of here, no matter how much Bo could sometimes be a nice man to her when he wanted to be. 

Or when she got pregnant.

The day she told him she was, she had been very nervous, not too certain how he was going to react. Bo had looked into her eyes to make sure she wasn’t lying about it before a big smile appeared on his face. She had never seen him smiling like that before; a genuine and happy smile. He kissed with fierce passion and he started to be very gentle to her. He was doing his best to not argue with her anymore, he didn’t yell at his siblings in front of her, he didn’t allow her to do any more chores, even in the house. He was usually rough when they were having sex, but he started to be more careful. She couldn’t deny that Bo was showing a new side of his personality. He had been by her side the whole time she went into labour. And he was so emotional when he took you, his daughter, in his arms for the first time.

And then he never let you go. He stayed nice to your mother, because she was your mother. He wasn’t caring too much about her anymore, but he didn’t want to do anything that would upset you. He wanted you by his side all the time, and it seemed you did too. You were very close to one another. If your mother was asking you to come with her, you were always looking back at Bo to make sure he wouldn’t like to have you instead. 

Bo was affectionate with you and he was sincerely trying to be a good father to you. He never showed you the angry side of his personality, and he never let you see him covered in blood. You were the most important person in the house. You also adored your uncles and they all doted on you. You were a Sinclair, you were their heir and they loved you so much. Your mother was happy they were all so distracted with you that she could plan an escape for you and herself. It took her 8 years to find out a way, but when she finally did, you both disappeared before Bo could do anything about it.

She left a message on the kitchen table for him to find in the morning. He had known right away something was off because she wasn’t in bed, there was no sound from the kitchen and his darling daughter didn’t open the bedroom door to greet him. When he had checked your room, it was empty and your favourite plushie - a teddy bear Lester got you when you were three - was gone. His stomach was twisted when he saw the note and started to read it.

We’re leaving and we’ll never come back. Don’t look for us or I’ll tell Y/N who you truly are. I’ll tell her what the statues she loved so much are made of. I won’t call the police on you because I’ve been part of it for a long time and Y/N needs some normality in her life from now on.

Hope to never see you again, and hope you have enjoyed your daughter’s presence till it lasted. I know you truly loved her, but she deserves better and you know it too. I’ll make sure she’ll forget about you.

Bye, Bo, see you in hell.

He couldn't express how broken he felt when he read those words and his brothers and himself looked for the two of you for weeks. 

But you truly were gone. 

After this, Bo had been very difficult to live with, and Lester wasn’t often home anymore. Vincent didn’t say anything and he let Bo be mad. He perfectly understood that his twin just lost his favourite person in the world and that it was very hard for him. Vincent was also very disappointed because he had started to teach you how to sculpt… They lost their heir. And Bo lost his sanity.

He couldn’t stand to see kids any longer, and Lester was always keeping families away from Ambrose because he knew Bo would have a very bad breakdown otherwise. When Vincent was asking him if he needed anything before he would go to his basement, Bo was always shrugging and saying “Apart from my daughter, ya mean?”. And there were always tears in his voice when he was mentioning you. Lester and Vincent never talked about you; you were too much of a sensitive subject. Bo was sometimes drinking in front of his TV, until he would fall asleep, so he could forget he lost the only thing he promised himself to never hurt and to always love. But how could he show you he loved you when you were away from him?

Bo was trying very hard to calm down and to focus on work and on his siblings; but it was almost impossible now he didn’t really believe in a future. You were his future. And everything was gone.

It had been ten years.

And it still hurt like the first day.

He often tried to imagine you and you were of course such a beautiful young woman now. He was certain he would have been so proud to have you, to know you. And he simply truly hoped that you had indeed a better life without him.

You would beg to differ. You had missed your dad just as much as he had missed you. But whenever you would try to talk about him to your mother, she would lock herself in her room and blast music into the speakers so loud she couldn’t hear you. She wanted to forget about all the awful things she saw and did during those years in Ambrose, and even if she loved you, she wanted to forget you were the daughter of a sadistic killer. 

She was quite desperate about how you never stopped talking about your dad. She knew you had a bound, but she had hoped she would be able to break it, or at least that time would be able to. She was wrong and she was aware of it.

You needed your father more than anything. And one day, you decided it was time to get back home. You had passed your driving licence and you had some holidays before the next school year would start. You stole your mother’s car, just leaving a note on the kitchen table, like she did years ago.

Need to go see my dad. Please, don’t call the cops on me, I know what I’m doing and I’ll be back soon.

Love you, Y/N. 

Your mother had no intention in calling for the cops. She drank a lot that day, terrified for you and for what you were going to discover. She was pretty certain that if the Sinclairs were still alive, they were also still killing people and turning them into wax statues. In a way, she had always wanted to preserve the happy memories you had from Ambrose. She was scared Bo was going to ruin it.

Even though you were 8 when you got snatched away from Ambrose, you remembered how to get there. Maybe it was because since then you had dreamt to come back home, or because everything in you knew how to come back there. You belonged to Ambrose and to your father. You loved your mother but it was nothing compared to the adoration you used to have for Bo. You were worrying to be disappointed - or even worse to disappoint him - when you would meet him again, but you needed to see him again.

You drove and drove for days, having quick stops at motels, until you found the dusty roads leading to your hometown. You instantly recognised them because you never stopped seeing them in your dreams. You had travelled so much on them with your uncle Lester that you couldn’t mistake them either. You continued to drive and you smiled when you saw the sign advertising the House of Wax. You wondered how it was now, because you could imagine that your uncle Vincent had worked a lot on it while you were gone. It had been ten years after all, and it saddened you even more. You wished your dad could have seen you growing up. He barely had the time to teach you how to use a gun and to fix cars; and your mom was afraid of weapons so you never touched another one.

When you arrived in Ambrose, you felt like something was off. And yet oddly familiar at the same time. You noticed blood on the ground, and you heard screams coming from the museum. You parked your car next to your father’s mechanic shop and wondered what to do. You used to hear people scream in Ambrose when you were small, even if your mother was always putting on loud music in the house for the two of you to forget about what was truly happening. You had often asked questions about it to your dad but Bo never answered you. 

You got out of your car, not too sure what to do. You remembered that your dad always asked you to safely stay home when you were hearing noises in town. You had always obeyed your father, because you disliked displeasing him. But now it would feel strange to get inside the house without anyone knowing it… It hadn’t been your home in ten years. You noticed that the screams were quietening down. You carefully walked to the house. It seemed like nothing had changed. You knocked at the door but no one answered. You weren’t too surprised about it because your dad and uncles were often out and about.

You finally decided to get inside. You needed to get some glass of fresh water anyways and you thought your family wouldn’t mind. You were surprised how the house seemed unchanged from the last time you saw it. It made you feel at home right away and you smiled to yourself. You walked to the kitchen without any hesitation. You were about to open the cupboard to get a glass, when you felt rough arms wrapping around your waist and a knife being pressed against your throat. Your eyes widened and you looked up at your attacker.

“Uncle Vincent?” you whispered out and the man instantly let you go. You had recognised him right away thanks to his mask and his still long and dark hair. It really felt like you had never left Ambrose and it was nice. You turned around to face him. Vincent had let go of his knife and his hands were now on your face, softly trying to memorise all of your features.

Y/N? Is that really you? What are you doing here? He signed, hoping you still remembered the sign language. You actually took classes after you left Ambrose because you wanted to remember and improve yourself. You smiled.

“I ran away from mom, I wanted to be back home” you replied “Is dad here?” you asked before noticing the blood on Vincent’s clothes. You came closer while frowning in concern “Are you hurt, uncle?” you asked again. Vincent didn’t have the time to answer that Bo busted into the house, covered in blood as well.

“There’s a fuckin’ car…” Bo started before stopping when he saw you.

“Oh yeah, it’s mom’s… Hi, father” you smiled. Bo didn’t move at first, he couldn’t process what was going on. But soon enough, you were in his arms and he was tightly holding you against him. He thought he was going to cry with pure happiness. His baby was finally back home. Life could finally go on and be joyful. He could finally feel whole once again.

It was how Bo always imagined it. 

He always thought that one day you would come back and you would learn about the killing, but you would support it. You would come living again in Ambrose and everything would have been happy once again, like it should have been from the beginning.

But it never happened. 

Because the day you finally arrived in Ambrose, the House of Wax was melted to the ground because of a big fire, and both your father Bo and uncle Vincent were dead. You knew it because you didn’t find anyone in the house you grew up in or in the garage or in the church. Ambrose was truly empty and you couldn’t imagine your family leaving. 

Lester found you the second day as you were crying in front of what was left of the House of Wax. He didn’t recognise you, of course, but he guessed who you were, because no one had any reason to cry here other than you. You jumped when he placed a hand on your shoulder before turning to him. You gasped his name before getting up and tightly hugging him. You were so happy one of them was still there. You asked him what happened and he told you everything.

And he told you how happy Bo would have been to know you were finally back home, because the man had never stopped thinking about you one second in his whole existence. You wished you hadn’t arrived too late. You wished he would have known that his daughter was finally home. You wished your mother never kidnapped you from Ambrose and your family. You hated her so much.

But it was nothing in comparison to what you felt against the two people who did this to your family. You promised yourself you were going to find them and give them the most painful of death. You also promised yourself you were going to rebuild the House of Wax, so Bo and Vincent could be proud of you, because you knew it was what they would have wanted. 

You also knew they were going to be your first statues of wax. Lester had kept the bodies because he hadn’t wanted to leave them there for the cops to find. And he hadn’t had the strength to bury them yet. You asked him to keep looking over the bodies for a couple of days more and then you would take care of them. You just needed to kill those people first so you could focus on your art, your mind at peace. 

You were so excited to see your dad again and to chat with him like if you hadn’t left the house for ten years, like if he wasn’t dead inside the wax, like if you weren’t insane.

And Lester was so grateful he wasn't going to be alone in this.

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Taglist : @bloodmoon-bites ; @kawaistrawberry21

[small-sinclair]

The Color Red

A gift for @jokesonyouimfruity and @goreyskeleton

Inspired by this drawing and inspired by this song.

A House of Wax fanfic.

Tw: angst, character death, murder, blood, just some sad shit, not proofread.

Happy 1,000 Followers Post!

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I love you.

Those are the words Lester wanted to say when he looked up into Bo's ocean blue eyes. He wanted to tell him how much he loved him and his brother, Vincent. He wanted them to know that he never not loved them and always looked up to them. Though he felt his lungs collapsing and caving in like a mud slide, Lester still wanted to let them know.

The hot wax under his body was melting into his skin, claiming him as part of the wreckage. The tipsy words and thoughtless slurs was all he could manage to say. He grunts in pain as his body tenses up, causing him to arch his back. Lester's face was numb and on fire all at once. His chest hurts from an arrow and emptiness he was leaving behind. His ears rung as Bo's voice went unheard. He could feel Vincent's warm tears in the palm of his hand and the scarred face instead of the smooth Wax that's he's used to.

He never liked that Vincent wore a mask around him. He liked his face the way it was. He was is older brother; he never cared! But it's whatever made him comfortable. Their parents made it out that he looked like a monster without his mask, but it's obvious that they never looked in the mirror for a damn minute. Bo is a charmer, Vincent is an artist, and Lester is forgotten. Maybe it's better this way for him to dead and gone. They deserve a better brothers, one that's just as strong and talented as they were.

Bo cradled his head while resting on his lap. He's seen his brother cry before at funerals, love lost, unwanted death, and when he was drunk. It's funny; Lester's the one that always holds Bo when he's a mess. His hand tried to stop the bleed on his face, trying to slow the wound over his chest. His lips were moving, begging, praying, but he couldn't hear his brother.

He shivers as he felt death slowly taking him. His mind was clouding and his taking him away, but he had to tell them. He had to say he loved them and they'll be alright without him. They made it this far without him being around in Ambrose, so how is this any different? How is his death going to stop them for reach their mother's goal? It was messed up and Lester didn't want to kill or take part of it, but he might as well had killed those people in wax because he led them to the slaughter. When he goes, he'll be welcomed by the devil himself with a handshake and a smile.

He didn't want to go to hell.

He wanted to go where his grandma was.

Eyes lingered to the blonde and her brother and frowned slightly. He didn't hate them though she sent him to his grave. If it's meant to happen, it'll happen anyways--

"Lester, Lester, please!" He could finally hear Bo's voice, but it was all chocked up. "Les, please! Please don't go. Don't go where we can't follow." Lester thought by that age, his broken heart had seen it's worse. Maybe you're not too old to have your heart broken again. "Stay with me... with us! Please... fuckin' please..."

He sees Vincent and feels his lips against his knuckles, whispering a prayer, a plead, but it won't work; it never does. If did work then his brothers and he would be somewhere in Alaska fly fishing and selling Vincent's art. Bo wanted to be a teacher; he was always good with children. He thought it would be a good thing for his brothers to forget Louisiana and the swamps that strangled them mercilessly. The space between space and stars, between oceans and ice, is unmeasured by distance and heartbeats.

He manages a smile as he looks up at Bo once more. His voice was struggling and his words falling short, but he had to let them know. There are so many words he wanted to say as time slowed around them. So much he wanted to tell his brothers but no more time. He swallows hard then said, "I love you."

His words were too painful to hear by everyone in the room, both dead and alive.

"Shut up," Bo said, his words on the edge of screaming, yelling for something to save him from this fate. "Don't talk, Les! Don't--"

"I wish I was better," he said as wax dripped from the ceiling next to them. "I wish I was stronger."

"You are!" Vincent argues, his voice hoarse and strain from the lack of speech. "You're the strongest--!"

"I thought," his eyes were starting to roll. He couldn't stay any longer. "I...I thought..."

Bo held his head closer as if he was shielding him from Death himself. Why did he just watch? Why didn't he get up to save his brother? Bo's the stars, Vincent the Moon, and Lester the sun, but even the sun goes out with the world. His world. Still, he held on to what he had left of his brother close to his chest. He wanted Lester to go listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

When he looked down, he was taken back to the time he held him when he was just a day old, dark eyes filled with wonder and light. Now, the flames flicker in the swaying gleam of his irises. "Lester, I don't wanna hear another word," he's lying; Bo knows he's lying. "You're-you're just tired. Yeah," he swallowed a rock too big in his throat, "yeah, just tired." He leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Rest, Lester. Sleep... please. Please, rest. It's okay. It's okay."

Fear suddenly took over Lester as he felt the end coming. He was scared to go, scared to be alone. He wants to stay! He wants his brothers!

Vincent's lone eye looks at him as a sad but trying smile formed. "I'll be here," he promised as the smell of honey wax filled the air and sent him a sweet but bitter goodbye. "I'm right here. I won't leave. I promise... I promise." He let out a chocked sob, saying, "You must be so tired."

"We'll be right here," Bo reassures, tears streaming down his cheek. "We'll be right here when you wake up." His vision was blurring between the flames and destroyed art. You're never too old to hurt even when you're dying in the arms of your safe keepers. "Bo's gotcha, lil' Les. Bo's gotcha. Vinny and I are stayin'. Ain't nothing gonna happen t'ya."

Bo failed as a brother.

Bo and Vincent failed.

Lester gasps as a tear rolls down his cheek. He shakes slightly as he felt cold within the inferno but safe. He could hear Bo humming a song that he used to sing, he could feel Vicnent's hand still holding his, and he felt loved. The type of sibling love that he knew too late. His brothers were there with him. He gently slipped away in his brother's arms, his shiny brown and green eyes rolling back, his head lulling to the side. He lets a relaxed sigh escape from his parted lips.

As soon as Lester went lip in his arms, Bo stayed silent as he heard his final breath. His arms never felt so heavy before and so empty. He hears Vincent’s shattered and broke cry of pain, of lost, of anger and despair. The world almost stood too still for him, too slow for his own voice to reach his throat. He wanted to scream out in pain, but rage escaped instead. Anger, hatred, murder, rage.

But for a moment, just a moment, he saw Lester as a baby once more. He was a day old when he held him and he swore to himself, he promised that he’ll keep his little safe from the everything! But look at where it got him.

Lester shoved in and saved him.

He should’ve been hit. He should be dead! Not him!

Bo held his brother close to his chest and closed Lester’s lifeless brown eyes from the flames. He didn’t want his brother to see him like this, to see the monster their mother raised Bo to be. He kisses his forehead and hair, tasting his brother’s bitter blood on his tongue.

The warm wax called him back and his eyes snapped up to see his reflection in the burning mirror. He sees his brothers, and he sees those brats. They did this to his family! They took everything from him!

“Vincent, take him outta here,” he said, his voice darkening. His hand takes the knife from Vincent’s hand.

“Bo—?”

“I said get him outta here!” He shouts, rising to his face. “I gotta scare t’settle.” He looks at Vincent and his melted face next to his leg. “Get out!”

Without another word, Bo turns and started towards the two. His steps were heavy and sunk into the wax floor but it didn't stop him. The heat against his skin and the hot wax dripping on his shoulder didn't bother him at all. Nothing in this world seemed to matter until these two were died. He was the one that cut the fan belt. He was the one that started this thing even though Lester told him not to. He should've listen but his pride got in the way. Vincent only needed six more bodies, six more! And they were supposed to fit. They were going to fit, but he let his guard and greed down.

Torn between killing and not killing. Torn between hatred and pride. The lines in the dirt were washed away by rain, blood, and wax.

He doesn't remember what happened next.

Bo doesn't remember what happened when he threw the knife down into the man's neck. He didn't remember their screams or the sound the girl made as she bleed from her throat. Both could've looked like freshly slaughtered pigs but he couldn't remember it at all. His vision was still blurred from hot tears and pain. He was blinded by memories of Lester going up, fishing, playing, resting, hunting, smiling, breathing, alive! All he could think about was Lester begging him to just go to Alaska and starting over, but Bo couldn't. Vincent couldn't leave without finishing his promise to their mother. His art became alive and Bo's anger was let out on unsuspected victims.

Lester...

Lester was forgotten all over again.

By the time he was outside, the house behind him was melting at his heels. The bright fire lit up the hallowed world around him until he saw two people at the bottom of the hill by the crying woman statue. Every step seemed heavier and heavier as he came closer to the two, and the sound of Vincent's heartbreaking cries will haunt him to the end of his days.

Vincent hung over Lester's limp body as he held him close, rocking back and forth. He reminded him of a painting he once saw in the church as a child. His raven black hair was pushed to the side as he cried in Lester's neck. Lester's blood was staining on his cheek and over his eye, cherry red never looked so sick right now. After this, he'll hate the color red.

He felt too his knees next on the other side of Lester and laid his head down to rest on his stomach. He grasped his limp, lukewarm hand and held it tightly. With every scream that left Vincent's mouth, every cry and sob, broke Bo's heart even more.

Red may mean anger, revenge, hatred, and war, but it stands for something else now. It stands for lose, pain, and heartbreak.

Bo finally let's himself go as he yells into Lester's shirt.

His brother was going home but not with them.

[fancygremlin]

I am rotating Arthur Lester inside my head so fast.

In Part 31 Arthur admits to not love Bella, describing their relationship as wrong.

We know Bella is a religious woman, her dad is a Freemason after all. In fiction, religion is often linked to purity, absolution and unconditional love and acceptance. Hence, we can deduce that Arthur saw Bella’s love as boundless, forgiving, pure and absolute in his regards… And he felt deep down that it was wrong, that he didn’t deserve it and shouldn’t have even been offered it in the first place.

However, if we go back to Part 28, we have this scene:

Where we find that Arthur is fully ready to accept (dying and) a whole eternity of torture and damnation in the Dark World, as long as his (one and only) friend will meet him there.

It’s insane that he cannot conceive of someone genuinely and unconditionally loving him, but is certain that the only form of affection he deserves must be woven in punishment or suffering.

I think it makes everything about him slowly learning to accept Oscar (a clergyman)’s friendship a whole lot more significant… and makes it a whole lot more painful how he presented it as an offering for the King in Yellow to take away and erase from his memories in Part 40.