#vincent sinclair answers

[ask-the-sinclars]

"Mwah."

Vincent blushes under his mask until it starts to melt.

[im-his-druidess]

Do u think Vincent could get comfortable enough to be openly horny with someone? Like sleepy sex or something because he knows s/o is ok with it?

Oh absolutely!

You definitely have a "free use" situation going on with him. Allowing him to touch and use you whenever the mood strikes him.

I honestly think he's sexually repressed enough that he would immediately do stuff like somno as soon as he thinks of you as "his". (Which is pretty soon after he kidnaps you tbh)

Would have the mood strike him and he would crawl onto the floor where he keeps you chained by his bed, sliding into the nest of blankets you created, and gingerly get underneath your clothes to slip inside you. Cuddling as close as humanly possible while banning his arms tight around you so you can't wiggle away if you wake up.

Or gingerly roll you over in the early hours of the morning when he's done with his sculptures and fuck you slow and deep and hard. Getting out any frustrations or pent up lust out of his system before he goes to sleep practically still on top of you.

[livindeadgirlgrav]

can you plz write headcannons or a story about female reader picking up nubbins sawyer while he’s hitchhiking, one thing leads to another, and she’s riding him to death (not literally teehee) in the back of her van🖤? maybe a bit of dom reader too? thank you so much🖤🖤

Yessss! Of course! Thank you so much for the request! I can totally write a headcanon also if you like! I love my little stories lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Dom fem reader

Warning: NSFW!! Very nsfw, mention of drugs, violence, etc

Ps: Not 100% proof read it’s 3am lol it’s possible I overlooked something

You were a lost soul according to your parents, but in your mind all you wanted was to be free. A lot of things gave you that feeling of freedom- music, the open road, and a couple psychedelic drugs here and there. Having all three at your disposal you felt pretty free today. Driving your 72' Ford van you jammed all the way down the road. You hummed at the silk like feeling of the wind running through your fingers as you held your hand out the window. You smiled to yourself when you saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. Of course you pulled over for them. First off it was way to hot to be walking I mean you were practically naked in your mothers eyes. And secondly he was pretty cute and you didn't have anything to do all day besides seeking that sweet freedom.

Once you came to a stop the strange looking man quickly got in the car. "Hey man? You alright? Its super hot out today. Suppose to be the hottest day of the year." You stated trying to make small talk. The man now in your passenger seat smiled. "Where you heading too hm?" You smiled at him as you started to drive away occasionally looking at him. "South" You nodded. "Same!" You giggled. "So how did you get out here?" You asked softly. "I was at the slaughter house, my brother work there. My grandfather too! My family always been in meat." He chuckled a little liking the attention he was getting from you. "Oh cool, my daddy was in it for a bit too but got a better job as I grew up. I never liked it, it made me sad seeing the poor babies." The man chuckled. "Its good food though, see they make head cheese. T-they take the head and boil it expect for the tongue and they scrap all the flesh away from the bone. They use everything, they don't throw nothin away!" Hearing the man ramble on you thought it was a bit gross but also kinda cute, he was so excited as if he hadn't had anyone to talk to in years. Like a little lost puppy. You giggled a bit, "Well I didn't know that." You smiled at him then looked back at the road. "Oh I love this song" You said turning up the radio, the wind blew into your window perfectly swaying your hair from side to side. Your attention was captured when you saw a flash coming from the man. Looking over you saw the man grinning as he looked at you then his camera. “Hey you took my picture!” You giggled. “You can drive to my house! It’s just down this road! A-and you can have dinner with me and my..” before he could finish you cut him off “Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked as you pulled over. The man looked at you confused. “Let me see.” You said as you scooted closer to him and took the photo out of his hand. “It’s not bad. You wanna take some more?” You smirked at the man.

Before you knew it the two of you were in the back of you 72' Ford van. You made the first move which wasn't unusual for you. At first you whispered sweet nothing into the nameless man's ear, then started nipping at his ear and the skin on his neck, earning soft moans from him. You noted at how edger the man was, noting how he trembled at your touch. Seeing how he wanted to touch you just not sure how. "You can touch me if you want, I don't bite..hard." You giggled then moaned softly as the man place his hand on your exposed thigh. "We can be slow if you like?" The man starred at you in awe and shook his head no. "Good boy." You quickly straddled his lap and began to kiss the man, kissing you back the man placed his hands on your waist. Grinding you kept kissing him till he pulled back a little to let a moan escape his lips. "It feels good doesn't it?" The man nodded as he laid back watching you grind against his lap. Smirking you kept going as you removed your shirt then your bra watching the mans face as he grinned ear to ear. You grabbed the mans chin softly and pulled him to you. Looking down at him you felt very dominate and free. The mans breath hence at the sudden touch, looking up at you he went to kiss you but you moved back slightly. "Tsk tsk so you wanna touch me?" You asked. "Y-yes." The man stuttered. "What do you say?" "Please?.." The man was very impatient as he was so needy, wanting a release. Grinning you placed the mans hands on your chest and he bucked his hips uncontrollably, making you chuckle. You grinned against the man making him shutter and moan. "You are so big." In a matter of seconds you both went after the same thing, his belt. You pushed his hands away and he grunted frustrated. Grinning you undid his belt and then his pants, going to undo yours he stopped you, pushing your hands away lightly. The man quickly unbuttoned your daisy dukes. Lifting yourself up the man pulled your shorts down. Before you even realized he was inside you and you rode him like a bull rider. Hearing his moans, grunts and whimpers. It was music to your ears and he was so unaware.

You both stayed in that metal tin till the sun went down, changing positions and occasionally fighting for dominance (when you won more than once) you moaned as the now naked man trusted into you and kissed on your neck. Grabbing his hair you moaned out, grinding as best you could against. The man moaned as while almost in perfect harmony with you. Before you knew it you both were finishing at the same time, it was something you never experienced before! A feeling washed over you that you swear was familiar but it definitely wasn’t.

Laying in the floor of the van you snuggled up with the man you come to learn to be Nubbins. Finding a old blanket under one of the seats you both snuggled underneath . Surrounded by polaroids of your naked body and of his you both fell asleep on the biggest high you could only imagine.

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Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so so so much from the request and thank you tons for reading!

[small-sinclair]

From the hurt/comfort prompts, perhaps 13 "Are you sure you’re alright?" With the additional note that if you want to include it one of my favorite hurt/comfort tropes is hiding pain/injuries for the sake of not feeling like a burden. Maybe for Vincent? He's my sweet boy and I just ♡♡♡

Of course! Sorry it took awhile to answer!

Pairing: Vincent/Bo/Brahms with a gen!reader.

Tw: mention of blood, knife, falling

Vincent Sinclair

There was a group of tourists that got a bit too courageous in the House of Wax, and he hated them so much.

They disrespected his art, his mother's art, but, most importantly, they made you feel small.

He was quick to take care of the first two people, but the three others ran throughout the house.

You went after a girl that was going up the spiral stair case. You don't kill or nothing; just trap them until one of the brothers come to finish the job.

When you got up there, she kicks you in the stomach, pushing you down the stairs.

There are 32 waxed steps, btw. It's going to be a fall.

You landed on your back hard and hit your head, seeing black spots and stars.

Bo was the one that found you and ran up the steps. Though he just sees you as Vincent's lover, he also sees you as a good friend, good company. And you can cook.

You are important.

Vincent comes into view and he panics.

He's so careful to lift you up in his arms and checked you over. He knows you're not okay, so don't ever try to tell him not to tell him otherwise. You can't fool him.

"I promise, Vincent, I'm okay," you'll murmur, tugging his sweatshirt. "I'm good."

That glare. The side eye.

He'll take care of your concussion and sprained arm.

Vincent would kiss you every other hour until you feel better. That night, he'll hold you close and watch over you, not sleeping until you're better.

Next time, don't chase someone up the stairs. Let him or Bo handle that. Stay on the ground or get out of the way (he'll tell you that in the nicest way possible).

He's in love with you until his last breath.

Bo Sinclair

He was fighting a victim with his pocket knife when you came into the garage with a snack (apple slices with peanut butter).

You didn't know there would be guests today. Normally, you hear them or someone tells you, but no one seemed to inform you.

Bo hates it when you're around the killings. He would rather protect you from it all then have you part of it.

You placed the tray down the counter, rushing into the garage.

The man's on top of Bo, the knife too close to Bo's throat.

You pulled them off and he turned around, cutting you black sweatshirt, and you felt the cold blade cut your arms.

Before they could do more, Bo comes up from behind and yanks them away from you. He takes their knife and finishes the job.

You're siting on you the hard floor, holding your arm. Everything hurts. You're hurt. but you don't want Bo to know.

He comes to you with blood spatter over his face, little red dots on his skin. He kneels in front of you and looked at you up and down.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his blue eyes still glowing in anger. "Somethin' happen?"

"I'm okay," you lied, holding your arm close. "I'm okay."

He looks at your arm then at you. "It's bad t'lie, darlin'. Wanna try 'at again?" His hand reaches up and takes your hurt arm. He rolls up and sleeve and shook his head. "Wish I didn't kill 'em righ' away. Was gonna make 'em pay."

Bo fixes you up silently, but he's cussing himself out in his head. How could he let you save him? How could he let you get hurt? You're y/n! The one he wants to love forever.

He could've lost you today, and that's his greatest fear.

Next time, don't hide that your hurt? Don't hide it.

Both of you would be snacking on the apple slices.

He'll have you sitting on his lap as he feeds you some of the slices, kissing your lips every now and then.

Bo loves you so much that it hurts.

Brahms Heelshire

He's the one that hurt in this situation.

Brahms rounded the corner too fast while running away from you.

This little nugget took your favorite fuzzy socks.

The rug under his foot slides and he goes with it.

Brahms lost his footing and falls on his arm, hurting his wrist.

His mask shatters on the floor.

He lets out a cry as you rounded the corner, pausing to see him holding his hand, glass shattered on the floor.

Brahms looked at you and doesn't even try to hide it.

"Brahms, sweetie? What happened?"

"I-I was run-running an-and I fell!" He cries in his child voice. "I didn't-didn't mean too!" He started sobbing as you came to his side. "I'm sorry! I'll be-be good next time! I promise!"

You sit next to him and pull him into a hug, and he falls into you like a house of cards, crying in your shoulder.

"This is why we don't run in the house, Brahms." You sigh ad kissed his head. "But I'm happy that you're not hurt too bad. Come on, darling. Let's wrap your wrist."

You take him to your shared room and wrapped his wrist, kissing the wrappings.

He apologizes over and over until falls asleep in your arms while you play with his curls.

You promised that you'll fix his mask once he wakes up.

Over time, you fall asleep with him and cuddled into his chest, holding him tighter.

[roadkillerx]

I wanna chew on ur arm but id have to scrape off so much gunk to actually get to your skin it wouldn’t be worth the trouble

‘EXCUSE ME! I AIN’T GOT NO GUNK ON NONE OF MY ARMS!

(Gif from crumb)

[letssimptogether]

hey! I was wondering if you could do some hc or stories of pregnant reader who almost got hurt by a victim or a victim was trying to get them for leverage with the Sinclair brothers, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms heelshire, poly ghostface, or anyone else you would want? Only if you want too, I hope you have a good day!

yess it’s in the making rn👀💞💞

**edit: here’s the link to the post!

https://www.tumblr.com/letssimptogether/722323199943114752/slashers-x-pregnant-reader

[hrefna-the-raven]

Would you ever write for Vincent Sinclair?

Not sure yet but I finally managed to watch House of Wax and Vincent is so precious 🥰

If I have the right idea for the character it'll definitely happen 😇

[g0thic-ghost]

Would you ever write for Vincent Sinclair, Charles lee ray or hannible (tv or movie )?

Replying to : Stygianoir

Note: Sorry if I responded sort of late, I don’t tend to log Into my blog that often! As im pretty busy handling other things. But here is my response.

Response Date: 5/28/24

Would I write for Vincent Sinclair ?

I would make the effort to, as I’m not a big enthusiast for the movie “House of Wax”. I tend write about characters which are in shows/movies I have a heavy interest in ; I do so because I feel like I could pin-point the character’s personality perfectly, or have a general liking to the character. So writing about Vincent would be quite hard to so, but I’m always up for a challenge! And I think that I can make the effort on writing about him someday.

Would I write for Charles Lee Ray ?

Most definitely ! I’m a big fan of the whole Chucky Campaign, weither it comes to movies, writings, art and merchandise. I’m a big enthusiast; Writing about Charles Lee Ray would be something that is in my bucket list, as I do plan on writing about him. And I would be happy to take any requests that suggest writing about him..

Would I write for Hannibal ?

I’d make the effort, I have watched short segments of the show and I’d like to say that I could make a good effort at it. The whole series and especially Hannibal’s character makes me interested ; I plan on finishing the show and soon after making a writing on him!

[house-of-wax-ask-au]

Have you read any of the other AUs about House of Wax? There are some on ao3. Most of them pair up the brothers with Carly and Paige, though.

I Have Not, Thanks for Asking, I’ll Read some More About the other AUs when I finish this fanfic!

[slasherstories123]

Could you do slashers reacting to their s/o (who never laughs no matter what) laughing for the first time, like a full in laughing fit because they saw the slashers trip or do something stupid while chasing a victim

Slashers reaction to their S/O laughing at them falling

Pairing: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Brahms Heelshire x gn! reader

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Michael Myers

It was finally time for a movie night. You nearly begged for Michael to have one with you as a way to spend time together. He’s declined or have no signals and it left you frustrated. One day he finally agreed. So as a celebration, you bought him certain pajamas. It took a while to find regular plain blue ones that would be the same color of his coveralls.

Even then he approved the pajamas. Going upstairs to change after you begging him one again, even getting matching ones with him. You had everything set up on the table. A box of pizza, popcorn, and two bowls of different candy and chocolates. A large jug of water sat at the very front. Rubbing your hands together, you nearly had everything set.

Now you just needed Michael to join…

As you were about to call out for him, slow creaks came from upstairs. Maybe he was coming down. Slow steps began to come downstairs, before a loud thud at the bitten. You flinched at the loud impact. Slowly turning your head to see Michael on the ground.

He laid there. It didn’t even look like he was breathing either. His mask was pushed to the side with his arms and legs spread out. A snickered left your lips.

Michael sat up. Adjusting his mask so the dark circles could stare at you. You hid your face in the couch, hiding so you could giggle louder. When you looked back up Michael hovered above you. Making you burst out in laughter.

The sight of him on the floor never left your head, the image was stuck in your brain. Making you laugh even harder. Michael’s hands touched a pillow. Gripping it and hitting you in the face.

“Ow! It ain’t my fault you fell!” you exclaimed as he walked back upstairs…without falling this time.

You had to convince him for the next hour to have the movie night.

Jason Voorhees

He’ll only ever fall if he’s too focused to where he won’t see his surroundings.

You had to hide since trespassers were at the camp, yet you watched Jason as he followed screaming woman. What he didn’t notice was a backpack in front of him that the girl jumped over. He was focused. Too focused.

You didn’t want to shout or it would blow your cover and would get him distracted. You watched him trip over it. Landing straight on his face. Covering your mouth, you hid further behind the tree. Even then, when he fell his machete cut the fork in her back. Making her fall.

It led him to finish the job. Coming back to find you laughing on the ground. He tilted his head at your laughter. It took him a while to realize you were laughing at him.

Jason’s shoulders sulked slightly, turning his back on you.

“As come on it was funny I’m sorry!”

You walked to him. Calling down your laughter to make him look down at you. You reached your tippy toes just to place a kiss to his masked faces “There, you happy now?”

Him picking you up answered your question. Now taking you back to your shared cabin.

Brahms Heelshire

Sometimes Brahms left his toys out and never put them back. Eventually you got tired of cleaning up his mess and told him to do it himself, to which he declined too no matter what you did he still left toys around.

So, you gave up. There was no point in trying to make him do it. He’ll just have to learn the consequences a different way.

You waited for him on the couch to try and comb his hair. It might need a trim as well. After a while of waiting, you called out for him so he could hurry.

“Brahms! Come on so we can brush your hair, I’ll let you get ice cream after.”

“Ice cream?” a child voice filled your ears.

His footsteps became louder. And louder, they got eager at the mention of ice cream as a reward. Once his figure came into view, you adjusted your poster so he could sit on the ground. Brahms nearly made his way to you, his foot tripped over one of his cars. Falling on his back with a loud thud.

You were surprised that his mask didn’t fall off, but began to burst out in laughter. Pointing at him while holding onto your stomach.

“It’s not funny!” he exclaimed and sat up with a hand on his head.

You kept laughing. Curling up in a ball before flaking off the couch. Making Brahms laugh at you as payback. You would be mad, but you still couldn’t get over how Brahms fell.

Now you both laughed at each other falling. Your laughs echoing the empty manor.

[p0lyn3sian]

Can I plz get a child reader?

A child reader with undiagnosed autism x multi slasher/whatever you want to write fandom

YESSS OFFFCCC!!!! I only added slashers that would be great with kids!

I also had to search up about undiagnosed autism, so this was maybe or not accurate, so I'm really sorry about that!! Also your age would be 6 or 7 or whichever you want! Also, this was kind of off topic for some of these characters, so I hope it's okay!

Slashers: Carrie, Hewitts & Sawyers (Mama Luda, Hoyt, Monty, Thomas, Drayton, Nubbins, Chop-Top, & Bubba), Jason, Hannibal & Will, Sinclair Brothers (Bo, Vincent, & Lester), Norman, & Chucky & Tiffany!!

Slashers w/ a child reader that has undiagnosed autism!

Carrie:

Carrie understands what stuff you hate and what stuff you love/like! She looks out for you while you play on the playground, and she knows now that you don't like to socialize and you would rather play by yourself.

Carrie knew that you hated loud things or sounds, because you would cover your ears from those noises. Sometimes Carrie would call out your name, and you wouldn't respond to her so she'll rub your back or lightly tap your back. Carrie would then walk to the kitchen with you and make your favorite food!

Hewitt family & Sawyer family:

Living with a cannibal family is sometimes scary for you and okay. Most times the whole family is busy doing their own things, and sometimes they'll argue about things.. Mama Luda knows that you cover your ears if someone is too loud, so she'll make everyone shut up, or she'll hit every single one of them (She did it a few times with her wooden broom, which left red marks on some of them 💀.)

Except for Thomas and Bubba, these two would try and make you laugh or happy! Nubbins and Chop-top would mostly likely bother you, because apparently these two have nothing else to do, and just bother you without a care in the world. You'll sometimes be with Monty and his little dog, just only petting the dog if you're bored or playing with his little dog too! You'll thank Drayton for cooking his delicious chili every time he cooks it! Hoyt is something else, he'll yell at you for this and that has never even done before. Until, Mama Luda will start beating him and make him do something else instead of screaming at you. You love hanging out with Mama Luda, because she loves to give you hugs and kisses on the cheeks and forehead!

Jason:

Jason would see you do stuff repeatedly with your hands or spinning around in circles, etc. Jason would try and calm you down with your meltdowns, he'll try hugging you, making your favorite food, or reading your favorite book to you! When it's camping day at camp crystal lake, Jason would always keep a look out of where you are. Jason would see that you don't really interact with people, just small talks here and there but nothing more than that. Jason is not worried about that at all with you not socializing with other kids your age or people that are older than you!

Jason gets really worried that you don't answer him, like you're staring at him while he's signing your name, so Jason would tap on you gently to see if your trance would stop. It did and you would kinda see Jason crying, because of how close he is and he would give you a big hug, while you will hear sniffles from him. Jason also knows what things and/or food that you love and what you hate!

Hannibal & Will:

Hannibal and Will know about the undiagnosed autism you have! Hannibal has seen your reactions with different types of smell and even food too! Will also see that you would avoid eye contact when Will would ask you things! So, these two would try and do things to help with your undiagnosed autism! For example, Will would buy you coloring pages and water color pages too! Hannibal would try and find you other calming activities, like toys that aren't loud for your ears or toys that can be really boring over time!

Hannibal and Will have put you homeschooled, because they have a feeling that if you are in a public school with your last name being the same as Hannibal's and if the FBI would find out about you, they'll take you away which they wouldn't want at all. There's been some difficulties with you not responding to your name, Will or Hannibal would tap you softly and make you do something else and would do the work later for your undiagnosed autism! Hannibal and Will would soothe you from your meltdowns you would have and make you a warm cup of tea that is great for your taste buds!

Sinclair Brothers:

You would always hangout with Vincent, because it's quiet and you love seeing Vincent do his work! (Vincent would make a spinning circle with his index finger, to tell you to turn your whole body around, because some of his work is not for you to see.) You love hanging out with Lester and Jonesy, because Lester would always try and make you laugh whenever you feel down, or Jonesy licking your face which also makes you laugh too! You still kinda think Bo is scary, but Bo would try and get things from people that are interesting or something in the house they owned when they were little.

Bo would give you Vincent's coloring pages with coloring stuff he has found in their toy boxes! He would also give you toys that are interesting for you too! So, little by little time hanging out with Bo, you would sometimes go with him and people would try and kidnap you even though they're trying to get you out of that scary place. Until, Bo would hunt them down with your cries screaming for Bo to help you from them. All three brothers would try and make time to play board games with you, or cook food for you too!

Norman:

Norman knows a lot of things about undiagnosed autism! He has a book or two that's about autism and other stuff too! So, Norman would examine what food you hate and food that you love to eat! Also, smells that would make you go into the other room. Norman would buy toys or things that are calming for you and that you wouldn't get bored while Norman is working!

Norman sometimes calls out your name for something or to eat, and he would see that you aren't reacting to your name being called. So, he would tap on you gently to come do some stuff or eat! Norman would also soothe you from your meltdowns that you have, he would hug you for a little bit until you feel better, or do things that you love!

Chucky & Tiffany:

Chucky and Tiffany would try anything to calm you down from your meltdowns! They would make you laugh, or do something that you love! Tiffany would give you kisses on your cheeks and/or forehead, she'll also give you a hug if you want hugs too! You would smile at Chucky to see if he smiles at you too, and Chucky will give his smile, because he sees people not smiling back at you which makes you not look at them until they smile at you!

Tiffany knows what food you love and hate, even smells too! She would always tell her husband what things to buy for you and other stuff too! If you're eating a snack at the table, Tiffany and Chucky would always sit with you and talk with you so that you wouldn't have a sad face! Chucky and Tiffany would always make time for you, and take you out somewhere instead of you staying in the house! They would take you to a fun place and a restaurant that you'll definitely love!

[ask-the-sinclars]

I already know the right answer bc im also from Louisiana but real question is seafood gumbo or chicken and sausage gumbo

“Personally, seafood is the best,” Bo answers. “Love making it.”

Vincent snaps his head. ‘No. Chicken and sausage!’

Bo looks offended. “Seafood!”

Vincent stands. ‘Chick and sausage!’

As they argue back and forth, Lester boils a pot of crawfish. “It’s a house divided, friend.”

[im-his-druidess]

🕯️🔪🎭⛽🔥

These are my loves. Vincent and Bo Sinclair 😌

"If you can't learn to share then I'll just sleep somewhere else," you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest in an act of defiance, and was rewarded by sharp teeth digging into your shoulder.

Bo mumbled something against your skin while you felt Vincent's warm fingers caress your thighs. Both urging you to stay in their own unique way. Bo was laying at your side, one arm thrown over your crossed arms, and his face buried near your neck once he was satisfied with the teeth indents on your shoulder. Vincent was laying between your legs with his unmasked face pressed against your stomach. Their combined body heat making sweat dot your brow and it made you even more grumpy.

"I was here first. Remember that," Bo eventually said, a sneer directed towards his twin, and you bit back a laugh when Vincent replied with a simple raised middle finger.

His face never left it's spot pressed against your abdomen.

"You both are hopeless...now let me get some sleep or so help me you'll both sleep outside."

[charleslee-valentine]

Trudy refills Vincent’s cereal. He’s 2-3 years old and blind in one eye. He doesn’t need more cereal, he just needs his bowl rotated so he can see the cereal that was left over on his blind side. Not that we necessarily know how Vincent communicates without speech, but she hardly gives him time to answer her question about more before she’s refilling the bowl anyways. This is her approach to parenting her boys in general.

There’s no interest in fixing their actual issues. Rather than help Vincent to see what he already has in front of him, she’d rather add more, inadvertently also adding more onto the side he can’t see. At some point, this would just add to the issue. Overcompensation into overwhelm. Bo is brought in for breakfast kicking and screaming and it’s sort of evident why Trudy puts all her love into Vincent to the point of it being suffocating and unhelpful. Sure it could be a simple case of favoritism, but with the aspect of overcompensation specifically, it seems that she wants to balance her guilt over failing to parent one of her sons by pouring more effort than necessary into Vincent. Rather than giving the extra attention to Bo, it’s refilling a non-empty bowl of cereal.

I don’t think that necessarily mean she loves Vincent more. She finds him easier to parent. Fill the bowl whether or not he needs it because that’s easier than unpacking where Bo’s massive emotional outbursts are coming from. It seems more like love-bombing than genuine kindness. He’s “being such a good boy today,” but the implied part is an unsaid comparison to Bo. As twins, and conjoined twins at that, they’re not independent of each other. Vincent’s behavior exists only to contrast Bo’s, from her perspective. “Fix” his needs, and she can fix them both. Hence, preferring just to duct tape Bo to a chair than help him any.

Then Vincent grows up to become her protege, starting in his childhood but lasting until even after Trudy’s death. Over thirty years have passed since they were toddlers in those high chairs, but Bo gives a hint about why Vince got that ‘special privilege’ to not be as physically abused. “She always said that your talent would make up for what God took away from you.” Only, God didn’t take anything. Victor Sinclair doing illegal, unqualified surgery on his babies is why Vincent lost half of his face. Trudy only uses God’s name and religion as a shield for her own guilt about how her boys turned out. But it’s more likely she included Vincent in the wax business because she again, was dumping affection onto him over and over as her strategy.

Otherwise there isn’t as much favoritism between the boys. In their childhood photos, they both play piano, both play pool and baseball, both get to sit at the table with their birthday cake (without highchairs or bindings) and they play on the floor together. It's not entirely divisive between them, though it’s still obvious from which brother she’s slapping across his face and which brother she’s love-bombing which she’d prefer to deal with. Just not which she actually cares for more. Vincent wasn’t somehow spared from abuse in a house like the Sinclair household.

Interestingly, when Bo tells the story of Trudy and Victor, he mentions that once the Doc died, they were alone. Except, there’s at least one version of a prop newspaper stating that Trudy created a wax memorial for Victor. So this is just a false version of events most likely. Sure it could be that a decision changed, but there’s also the fact that, in the guns and ammo store, there’s a sign that says “Trudy’s Town or Wax.” And Bo tells Vincent, “We almost finished what mama started.” She’s also much older than the Trudy we see in the family photos and articles (even with the amount of cigarettes that woman smoked.) Ambrose is confirmed to have been abandoned for a decade, but to be turned into wax, Trudy would’ve had to die sometime between the abandonment of Ambrose and the present. Else she would’ve been properly buried most likely. The plan to fill Ambrose was hers, it’s just Bo that suggests using real humans (according to his apology to Vincent, he takes credit for the idea anyhow.)

Which makes her boys at least in their mid twenties when she died. In an older version of the script, Bo had killed her and Victor, but knowing it would put them all in foster care, that doesn’t quite make sense unless they were older. So the order of events is, Doc dying, the sugar mill closing, Trudy planning to reimagine Ambrose, and then dying herself.

The reason that’s important is because it’s emblematic of just how much pressure she was putting on both of her boys. And that’s not love. With two mentally ill, abused sons, (maybe three, since Lord only knows how they treated Lester once he came along,) that’s just manipulation. Victor and Trudy aren’t cartoon super villains for being bad to their boys. But when you can’t even just rotate a bowl slightly for your half blind little one, it’s shallow. Trudy has her cigarettes right in the boys faces in the opening and in most of the photos. Smoking was in one study linked to about 1/3rd of conjoined pregnancies, and in a similar case of conjoinment to the boys, one of the twins had lost an eye and had a prosthetic, but with minimal scarring because of the surgery being done in an actual legal hospital. It’s not about God taking anything, or about which is a little monsted and which is a very good boy- it’s about Trudy and Victor both messing up from the very beginning and causing the boys losses, then refusing to take accountability for it. Or, in the symbolic sense, to just do the right thing and turn a damn bowl of cheerios towards your blind kid.

[small-sinclair]

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Can you write Sinclair brothers with a S/O who is a picky eater?

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Picky Eater Reader

Bo: Veggies

“Honestly? Me too.”

Bo doesn’t like certain foods and drinks.

Hates a lot of fruit the most, but vegetables? He’ll eat that shit like candy.

Please don’t tell him you hate vegetables. Just kindly say you don’t like them.

“More for me.” *vacuums that shit up like soup*.

Deep fry that shit is his mind mindset

Vincent: Fruit

Vincent is just like Bo, but he loves fruit!

Hates vegetables.

He and Bo would trade when they were kids. Vincent’ll trade mashed potatoes for Bo’s strawberries.

If you don’t like fruit, he’ll eat it if you trade him.

You want his green beans? He’ll trade you them for your watermelon.

Because of his lips, it’s hard for him to chew some foods, but he’ll still try it.

You’ll find him munching on grapes while he does art.

Lester: Tries Everything

What do you mean you don’t like gumbo and Cajun food?????

You’re in the south! You have to like that! It’s the law!!!!!!

Lester is the type to eat everything and anything.

He doesn’t understand how you don’t like certain foods and drinks. He’ll try something once.

He’ll encourage you to try new food with him, and, if you don’t like it, that’s okay. He’ll eat it if he likes it.

Don’t like his Roadkill Stew? More for him. But he’ll make you something you like, don’t worry.

Your happiness and food taste is important.

[roadkillerx]

who's the better sibling, Bo or Vincent

Hmmmmm…..ME!!!