I have an thing about objectively horrible men(and women). It's an issue.
Call me Dick, I'm 18 and I have obsession with... frankly a lot of things.
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Rules/how I do thing:
-No char x char or char x ос
-Strictly char x reader
-I'm a cannon fanatic and try to stick to the cannon as much as possible. This has the entirely possibility of affecting your requests
-I like keeping it inclusive so I write for masc, fem, nb, just please specify or I will assume nb
-I will write nsfw, but I will tag it properly
-Please be spisific as to weather you want HC's or a one shot
-Angst and fluff is also on the table but I can't guarantee how fluffy the fluff will actually be...
-I don't do cross fandom stuff, so no two characters from different franchises meeting and interacting within the fic or HC's(I may violate this rule myself, but you can't)
-I will not romanticize my characters, don't be surprised when I paint my slashers as the cockthistles they are. Don't ask me to glorify they're actions(this isn't me pointing fingers but more or less me being cautious cuz of previous fandom experiences, tumblr has traumatized me)
-Try to keep it somewhat within the realm of reality, no I am not writing reader as a super god angel deity who is super powerful sexy and can do literally anything just cuz they are just the best to ever do it.(sorry if this feels unessisary I've just been on tumblr too long and have seen some people request some dumb ahh shit). I don't care if it's like paranormal or like vampire and zombie or ooo~ ahhh~ they can see the future, just don't over do it. Don't take this personally.
-be somewhat specific, give me more than a few words to go off, give me a general idea of what you expect
-don't ask for something that is very explicitly out of character, this doesn't apply to hypotheticals or a question. Examples: Out of character = I want a fic where Otis stops killing for reader, Hypothetical = what if Otis was forced to stop killing/what if Otis never became a killer, question- would otis stop killing for reader?
What I write for:
At the moment I am only writing about Rob zombies fire fly trilogy(House of 1000 Corpse's, Devils Rejects, & 3 from Hell).
From those movies I will write for: Otis, and Baby.
When requesting I would like it if you were spisific about which movie you would like said character to be from, as they act and are at different points of their lives in each movie, and so depending on which movie the writing of the character will be different.
In the future I will write for other films and characters, but as of now this is it.
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About Dick
As previously stated I'm 18. I use they/them pro-nouns(afab).
I'm currently entering my horror movie buff stage of my life, I had prepped for this previously but was to anxious about actually getting into horror movies so I just didn't, until I finally just took the plunge maybe two or so weeks ago and now have entered my inevitable interest into horror/thriller movies.
I'm a artist(I think? Lord have mercy I doubt myself on everything I do), I love to draw, and be creative in general. This isn't my first tumblr blog or stint writing fanfics, I started a different tumblr blog when I was 14 and wrote fan fic for a band I liked. So I'm some what experienced in writing fan fiction.
I'm open to chatting about horror/thriller movies or the firefly trilogy, or hell, just slasher characters in general.
The movie that started it all like a year or two back was Texas chainsaw massacre. Which firmly held the podium of my favorite horror film until I watched House of 1000.
My favorite kinda horror is slasher, gorey, and artsy films. My least favorite kinda horror is paranormal horror, with me liking some religious/spiritual horror and disliking others as those two genres tend to overlap a lot of the time.
I'm in search of more artsy and heavily cinematic horror/thriller films like Texas chainsaw massacre and House of 1000 corpse's so if you could point me in the direction of, I'd be very grateful.
I like gory films, the more graphic the better, and have a mild interest in splatter/gore films but also have some very strong opinions(morals?) about it, that make getting into those type of films kinda difficult.
I also have a lot of opinions about the state of modern horror/thriller films(which I'm probably not experienced or educated enough on to have such a strong opinion, but idgaf)
Movies I'm planning on watching:
-[re-watch]The boy (2016) side note I'm not watching the sequel and have no plans on it, it just isn't my type of movie
I really like those vids of old gruff dudes getting “black coffee” and skipping with a massive blended fruity latte after, since I need to work on backgrounds I wanted to make this shitpost comic of sorts based on those barista memes
When people look at me like I'm crazy when I say that leatherface isn't actually evil but rather just severely mentally disabled and manipulated by his family into becoming this
it is time to kill my best friend. After mentioning Otis's age in 3 from hell and saying I still found him hot, my friend's exact words were "bro goonin to peepaw"
here are some other highlights
Me: "HE AGED LIKE FINE WINE, HE'S A SILVER FOX"
My friend: "Aged like cum in a jar"
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Me: *sent a voice message that didn't pick up well that just sounded like gibberish then whining*
My 'friend': "Is u getting backshots from peepaw"
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Me: "I am not going to let you brush past the fact you jusr called my Otis fucking PEEPAW"
Me going on a medication(I shouldn't be medicated right now) fueled tyrant about how Ho1000c was peak cinema and how as sequels the others fundamentally never could compare to the first movie(but were still great on their own) standing in my room staring at a unrelated picture of a dragon holding a teddy bear and not moving from my spot, talking to myself like I was having a real conversation with another person out loud for over an hour.
Artists rendition(shitty doodle time)
keep in mind I literally didn't move from where my feet were planted for over and hour and was just waving my arms around as I spoke in regular volume at the wall(like less then a foot away maybe) about Ho1000c when I should really be asleep and really shouldn't be on my meds, I also share this wall with my mother so their is an entire possibility she heard all of it.
I shouldn't be taking my medication at night my dudes, the overthinking is realllll. Don't be like me kids take your pills as instructed.
And I have work I'm supposed to be doing... and am not doing it(yay)
it is time to kill my best friend. After mentioning Otis's age in 3 from hell and saying I still found him hot, my friend's exact words were "bro goonin to peepaw"
here are some other highlights
Me: "HE AGED LIKE FINE WINE, HE'S A SILVER FOX"
My friend: "Aged like cum in a jar"
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Me: *sent a voice message that didn't pick up well that just sounded like gibberish then whining*
My 'friend': "Is u getting backshots from peepaw"
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Me: "I am not going to let you brush past the fact you jusr called my Otis fucking PEEPAW"
masc or gn reader force feminizing otis. anything i dont even care Pleasepleasepleaseplease. if not it okay you are awesome anyways. thank yewwwwwwwwwwwww🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
how did you know I have a fetish for men in dresses
YES SIR- TIS BE ON IT'S WAY STAT-
but one question real quick-
Is this a sfw or nsfw request, I've only seen force feminization in nsfw context so I wanna get that clear
Also if nsfw, are you looking for afab or amab, to go along side the masc or nb?
I finally got around to actually drawing Otis tonight, and after a few sketches in my little sketch book I finally broke my phone out and drew him digitally.
I might color this for real if I feel like it later.
Below the cut is the uncensored version, you don't see his full peener just a peep at it, I guess?
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.
