personally I am of the opinion that vegans who are like “the way our food system currently works under capitalism on a large scale is exceptionally cruel to all animals including humans and is not sustainable, so I’m doing what I can to make the most ethical choices available to me about what I eat and encourage others to do the same” are generally very reasonable people who I agree with in spades. but vegans who seem to think human beings are not themselves animals who are ultimately also part of the food chain but instead some kind of other paternalistic higher entity that can never engage in ethical and sustainable hunting practices (and especially the fringe I’ve seen who think other carnivorous animal predators are also evil and need to be eliminated) are people I regard as foolish at best if not actively anti-indigenous and racist
Word count: 1,781
Type: One shot.
Pairing: Ho1000C!Otis x GN!reader[but Otis refers to reader as mama at some points, but no gender or spisific pronouns are ever used or described]
Summary: Reader has a episode/anxiety attack over the fact Otis wants to play with a victim alone, passes out as an result and is eventually found.
Content warning: reader is kinda batshit, talk of murder, angst, non monogamy, cheating?, situationship, Otis is commitmentphobic, jealousy, double standard, reader is also a killer, reader is kinda yandere for Otis?, reader is obsessed with Otis, necrophilia(implied not described), codependency, kinda one sided relationship(reader is heavily obsessed with Otis to an extent this isn't entirely mutual),Otis feels a little ooc to me but nothing bad, toxic dynamic, unhealthy relationship,
Author's note: okay, I'm sad and hate everything I write, so for rn here's some kinda older stuff that I think is semi good enough. It was actually supposed to be a lot longer and have a real ending but I never got around to it, but if yall like it enough I'll make a part two.
Listen, when you became apart of the firefly families little posse they didn't make any promises, as to be expected from a group of hick murders.
And it was the same thing with Otis, when ya'll got into your little situation together he never made a single promise. And frankly expecting him to do so is a little unreasonable considering you knew what you were getting into.
But it didn't stop you from feeling the way you did...
Jealous.
The thought of him touching other people in a way normal couples did, ate you alive.
Absolutely green with envy you were.
How dare he touch her like that, he should only be touching me in those places!
How could he look so gleeful while torturing him, I should be the only one he looks at like that!
It was infuriating, watching the man you love be so intimate with another person- by god you should skin a whore alive for even- oh, to late Otis beat you to it and now he's hanging their skin on his wall... god, they should be so greatful he values them enough to do that....
The way he takes the time to press his lips to their ungrateful mouths...
Dugh.
The way he turn them into such beautiful art afterwards...Fuck.
You couldn't help as tears spilled over. Curled up behind the shed in the backyard, your nails dragging over your scalp as you rocked back in forth trying to soothe yourself.
It was less then an hour or 2 ago some dumb ass hikers or wild life enthusiasts- or whatever the fuck they were wandered onto the Fireflies property and go caught up in their web.And lord satan have mercy.
They had this chick among 'em...
Real purdy, what a looker.
FUCK
Of course she's the one Otis wanted to get his hands on.... god fuck...
THUMP THUMP THUMP
You thrashed on the ground at the though, banging you head into the sheds wall. You couldn't handle it after he fucking dismissed you, so he could play with her-
By him self
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Blood trickled down your forehead as you continued to smack your head into the wrickity wooden wall.
Your head throbbed.You didn't care.
You continued to slam it into the now splintering wood.
It was all you could do to try and distract from the ache in your ribs.
To stop fucking thinking about it.
Stop fucking thinking.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
So unfair.
He could have who ever he wants, but if you tried to... be intimate with... well anyone, a victim, a random jack off, a corpse- literally anyone that wasn't him, he would flip his fucking shit.
I mean sometimes he let you tag in with him during his rape love making with a victim, but they were never allowed to touch you and you could only touch them with his permission-
SO CLEARLY THERES A DOUBLE STANDARD HERE...
I mean, it's not like you want anyone else, no no, it's just the hypocrisy. The injustice. If he can fucking get some side action, so should you... hypothetically....
GOD, YOU TOLD YOURSELF TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, FUCK!
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Repeatedly, quickly, and with no sign of stoping you ram your head into the wall over and over and over till blood is pissing out of your forehead, you've broke your nose, and you inevitably knock yourself out.
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It wasn't until you felt a boot connect with your side did you jolt awake.
Sitting up you cradle your ribs as you wince.Who ever fucking kicked you, count your fu-
Oh... Otis..
As you looked up, you flinched away at the light being shined in your eyes. Wait. It's only now that you notice it's dark out, the sky black with dots of white splattered throughout.
The only light source, other then the dim moon, was the flashlight Otis pointed at you. Rubbing your eyes you mumble tiredly, "what time is it?"
"It's 3 passed my god damn patience thats what fuckin time it is- c'mon, get the fuck up you fuckin idiot!" Otis angerly scolded, grabbing your shirt and pulling you up.
As he pulled you up, your hands landed on his shoulders as you grasped at his flannel trying to keep upright.
"The fuck happened!" Otis hissed, grabbing your hair and tilting your head back and flashing the light in your face so he could get a look at you.
"Wha..?" You drowsily mumbled, brings your hand up to sheild your face from the light, which Otis swiftly smacked away.
"Don't 'what' me bitch, you fuckin disappear for fuckin hours, and I find you behind the god damn shed, bleedin' like uh pig out yer fuckin face- fuckin explain that!"
You sat there dumbfounded, trying to remember how the fuck you ended up behind the shed, mildy concussed, and bleeding. Otis's yells to 'spit it the fuck out' really weren't helping.
After a moment it all flooded back to you and all the emotions hit you at once. Anger, hurt, jealousy, resentment, ect. And it all boiled over to tears, as you began to sob, catching Otis off guard.
He leaned away scrunching up his face, clearly irritated, confused, and uncomfortable with this display of emotion from you.
"The fuck is wrong with yew? What? Some jackass fuckin get the jump on you or some shit- crap, they still around?" Otis suddenly stiffened, pulling back and franticly looking and pointing the light around looking for a potential perpetrator.
"No.. no no no.." You sniffled sloppily, shaking your head, "m'fine... no one got me.." you whined, but part of you was warmed by the fact he was worried about you. That delusional interpretation thought was the only thing that comforted you, along side the fact that Otis took the time to search for you. Such a sweetheart.
You were snapped into reality when Otis let go of you, shoving you away slightly.
"Then the fuck happened to yew?" He scowled, gesturing exasperatedly.
"Uhhh.." you tried to gather your thoughts, trying to gather the courage and manner to tell Otis what happened without looking like an idiot or exposing your feelings. "Uhm..." You fumbled, your hands suddenly felt clammy despite the cold Texas night.
"Uh uh uhm- fuckin speak, mama!" He mocked and yeld as he aggressively started crowding you.
"Uh' fuckin- I was bored so- yeah-" you spat out your explanation hurriedly, it was not remotely thought through.
"Bored? Bored? BORED? Bitch, yew yanking on my fuckin dick? Bored doesn't explain shit- try again." He snapped, gritting his teeth. He was not in good mood, clearly. You don’t really have time to ponder why though with a tall dirty man looming over you.
"Fuck, fine, I was upset!" You threw your hand up in exasperation, pulling back and turning away, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
"Upset.." Otis grunted, unamused.
"Yes jackass, upset!" You snapped back, crossing you arm.
"Fuckin christ.." Otis rubbed his hands over his face, "you did this because your upset? Upset about fuckin what?" His hand was pulling at his jaw as he peered over at you agitated.
You didn't say anything, just kicked at the dirt, bottom lip jutting out as you glance over at him with glossy eyes.
Otis just stared back, clearly you were upset with him, but why? Then it clicked. Groaning he threw his head back. "Yer a baby you know that? I don't let you join me once and you thow a tantrum? Are you a child?" Otis sneered.
"IT'S NOT CHILDISH!" you suddenly screeched, catching Otis off guard causing him to flinch back.
"It's not fuckin fair that you touch them and and- and be that way with them.... when..." you hands went up to tug at your scalp again, distress settling back into your bones, a manic haze fogging your mind. Otis looked at you hesitantly, he knew you were a murder, bit he didn't know you were disturbed.
"When it's supposed to be me... fuckin- I'm right here- you told me you loved me you liar! Why am I not enough! And why is it that you get to be with others when I can't, your a god damn hypocrite.." you grinded your teeth, your manic gaze focused at the ground as you rocked on your heels, trying to sooth yourself.
Otis looked at you dumbfounded before he just started cackling. "Oh my god! Yer fuckin crazy! Like really fuckin crazy... I knew you were a loony when I met you but this is a whole new level, god damn!" Otis laughed, nearly dropping his flashlight as he wipes a tear from his eye.
You gawked at him, offended by his impudent reaction to you spilling your heart out to him.
"Let's get one thing straight mama." Otis took a deep breath gathering himself, his demeanor turning cold with a layer of foux sweetness atop it. "I said I loved you, sure. Doesn't mean I'm gonna stop doin what I do" Otis let out a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.
"Suger, just cuz I said I loved yuh, and decided to keep you around doesn't mean you get'te have me to yerself, I mean, cuz I also love my mission, my art, fuckin killin... and I am as devoted to them as I am to you... so sorry to tell you butter cup, it's just part of who I am, and if you wanna be a part of that you gotta accept it mama." The crooked smirk that layed out on his face was cruel, yet it didn't hold any Ire. Just goes to show how large the pale mans ego is.
Your desperation slowly melted into irritation as Otis practically puffed his chest out, as he 'layed down the law'.
Otis could feel your glare but it only served to fuel his weird self righteous fire.
"Well then what about the hypocrisy! You can do all that yet I can even look at another man without out you gifting me his teeth the next day!" You retorted, completely vexed with his attitude.
Word count: 1,392
Pairing: Ho1000C!Otis x GN!reader[but Otis refers to reader as mama at some points, but no gender or spisific pronouns are ever used or described]
Summary: While doing some grunt work(butchering some bodies cuz mama asked you to do so and you can't say no to that women), Otis who's your relationship with is... complicated, finally decided to make it official, by burning his name into your skin.
Content warning: Otis cuz that stinky fuckers a warning in itself, abuse, murder, mentions and slight descriptions of gore(?), branding of person with a caddle brand, burning, harm of reader, death, corpse's, branded calf/metion of a hurt baby animal, cruelty, swearing,
Author's note: hello, I have found myself within the past two weeks being thrusted into a deep fascination with Rob Zombies FireFly trilogy, and after finally watching 3 from hell last night after re watching Ho1000C maybe over 7 times and DR over 4 times I finally wrote and finished my precious Otis oneshot after inhaling copious amounts of fanficion and still not being satiated.
Otis was always the creative type. He dipped his toes into many mediums, his favorite far being humans, but he dabbled in others as well. One of those being metal work, I mean he and the Fireflies live out in the sticks, Otis has to have developed some conventional skill for it when doing home repairs with his brothers, and well, he has incorporated it into his art, but frankly it was too time consuming to be worth it in the end.
Until now at least. He was out around stalking through the woods, after a week of not leaving the house, looking for some fresh inspo a new victim. He didn't know how far he traveled, till through the brush, he saw some fences keeping in some cows, nothing odd really considering the area they're in, he was about to write it off and take his leave, until something caught his eye.
A calf, couldn't be more then a year old, the white hair on it's hind, stained. Red. Bloody. The flesh was pink, freshly scorched from where the farmer had branded the young livestock.
And there he had it, fresh inspiration, and the answer to his art block. A wicked grin split his face. As he skulked home, he couldn't help but nip at his chapped busted lips in anticipation. He had an idea he was impatient to execute and he knew just who he was gonna test it on...
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It was hot out, AND I MEAN HOT OUT. The Texas summer heat was basically unbearable, the shed you sat in did little to nothing but provide shade, mixed with the manual labor they put you up to, you knew it was gonna be a sweat fest so you threw on some shorts and a baggy T you didn't care about.
And off you were.
To the shed.
Where you now stand.
Infront of a naked girls body....
Now that the Firefly family had their fun with her when she was both alive and otherwise, it was time to gut and skin this bitch, butcher her like a fucking pig. So the family can well, do whatever they want with her remains. I mean, thats all Mama's instructions really were, "butcher her like a pig, just like RJ showed yuh", were her exact words, so what was going to happen to this Jane Doe's butchered remains were unknown to you.
But who were you to say no to that women?
Though, it's not like your weren't used to it by now, you were usually assigned grunt work like this, either you or it was Tiny or RJ, but RJ had a real job he had to attend to, and why would mama make her Tiny work when you could do it instead. The only other person who touches jobs like these is Otis. It's not like he has a aversion to corpse's, on the contrary he has a very distinct infatuation with them.
But you can tell Otis is done playing with this chick's remains by the dried semen between her thighs and her heavily mutilated face.
Sighing, you finally relent, breaking you gaze away from this girl's mangled cadaver, you grabbed the cleaver off the work bench, gazing up around at the strung up women bodies around you, most people would be frightened, but it was something you were used to by now, so much so thats the quiet of the dead was almost comforting, or was at least preferable to the screams, cries, and begging of the living victims.
Finally when you brought you hand up, ready to swing down that meat cleaver with a force to sever the women's head from her vertebrae, you were caught off guard by the sudden unexpected presence of a person right behind you, their chest a mear inch from your back, your ears were filled with the slightly nasally yet raspy voice of a man you know all to well, "Hey mama..."
Startled, your swing weakend and you missed, the bottom edge of the cleavers blade slices through the side of the corpses neck, "fucking hell...", you grunted as blood splattered onto your hand and onto the bench.
You shifted your gaze over to the dirty man behind you. "Who you talking to, me or Ms. Rigor mortis here..." you said gesturing to the corpse laying before you. You could glimpse the eye role from behind you, "I'm talk'n to you bitch..." he grumpily grunted.
But before you could open you mouth to question him as to what the hell he was doing, he beat you to the punch, "listen up sugar I need yer help with something, I've got a new vision for my art and I need a candidate for a test run..." his hand traveled to the hem of your shorts above your ass, you didn't think anything of it, cuz unsolicited touching was the only form of non violent physical affection Otis knew of. You glanced at the body you were supposed to be breaking down, assuming he was looking for a cadaver considering all those who participate in his art die or are already dead, and you'd like to avoid the thought that you'd take any part in it because of that fact, "I mean theres plenty of candidates, as you put, inside the house, I don't understand why you came outside to get a body from out he-"
Before you could finish your sentence you felt Otis grasp the hem of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear, exposing your ass to the thick mid day Texas air. And before knew it you felt the air around your ass suddenly heat up before something scorching hot press into your ass cheek.
Involuntarily you let out a screech, you tried to jerk away but Otis kept you pinned to the bench with his surprisingly strong body, his hips pressed into your other ass cheek as his free hand wrapped around your waist. He held you still while you struggled, and you could feel his grin grow as tears flowed out of your bulging eyes, then it started.
"One... two...."
In a almost sultry voice he rasped out numbers.
"Three... four.... five....."
Your struggle slowed but your whimpers continued.
"Six... seven...... eight...... nine......"
You could hear him slow down his counting, purposefully drawing out your suffering. Bastard.
"Ten..."
And suddenly the burning object was pulled away from your hind, and the sound of metal hitting the ground filled the air, yet the pain did nothing to subside. You could feel him pull away, relinquishing his hold, but he still had you entraped.
"You did a great job, now everyone will know your my whore.." even his praise was crude, and his tone was condescending but the way his calloused fingers brushed the freshly inflicted wound was almost tender, caressing it in a way that was almost reverent, or well, it would be if you could ignore that he was the one who inflicted it.
You had long since abandoned the cleaver, opting to brace yourself on the work bench, white knuckling the splintering wood. "What the fuck.. was that for..." you turned to look at him with a burning face and teary eyes.
He just leered his sleazy crooked smile, "I told ya, you fuckin' deaf mama? I've decided I'm gonna keep you, officially..."
The audacity of this man was palpable, and all you could do was gawk at him. He clicked his tongue and pulled his gentle touch away, the only thing soothing the painful burn, and replaced it was a sharp slap on the ass. "Now get back to fuckin' work.." He snapped, turning round and picking up the implement of your pain off the dirt and walked away, out of the shed, and leaving you in quivering distress.
Abandoning you to not only pull your pants back up but pull yourself together, and sooth an anguish he created.
Carefully when you heard his footsteps disappear, you reach around to feel whatever the hell he just burned into your skin.
Tracing it out with the tip of your middle finger.
Repeating the letters out loud.
"O.."
"B..."
"D...."
It took you a minute to recognize it but it came to you eventually.
any tips for developing discipline? ive been going through life on a lackadaisical hedonist build but ive got a bunch of mysterious problems that i may or may not be at fault for
