#otis firefly

[tapeworrmart]

Here to do the Devil's work 👹🔪

[berteder0]

Eat ya damn food what you looking crazy for bitch

here's a bloody alt too ^^

Kinda the same because he still has blood on his boxers in the first one but that's just usual with him

[bloodybobbysawyer]

I am hilarious.

[zomb1eee]

Bros a bit silly

[bishplz]

These are getting too popular. It’s starting to scare me

• Otis is stinky. Like stinkier than everyone else. The stinkiest

• Baby probably prides herself on being both pretty and smelling nice. I think she has a sizeable perfume collection

• Billy Lenz probably ate a whole gingerbread house, a ton of cookies, and a good amount of egg nog. He did not hold back when stealing the food

• Vincent is the only Sinclair that can cook. Lester can make buttered noodles, but that’s about it.

• Jason, Bubba, and Vincent all knit

• If Michael fell he would be stiff as a board the entire time

[spidergutz-writes]

Dear genius;; do you perhaps have more headcanons for Otis with Baby's best friend? Just anything!! ;;w;

-meadow! My dear friend hello again :D! I truly hope you enjoy these (givin me my favorite tropes, i see what your doin 😁)

anyways, I hope you enjoy these!! —

So. Much. FLIRTING.

and not just regular flirting, though. Oh No no no.

what? You thought OTIS could flirt normally? No. That man’s shoving a live human heart in your face, while telling you how nice and soft your precious skin looks.

lemmie tell you this, if your baby’s best friend, you’ve either been with her from the beginning, or your just a morbid person and they kept you around for that.

and if you’ve been with her from the beginning? You can at least tolerate morbid stuff.

so there’s a lot of…dark flirting.

example:

“I’d love to cut you up and make a masterpiece outta you, doll”

“I’d let you do it.”

definitely also makes you little gifts. Like, little portraits of you, figures made of bone or cartilage.

puts his hand on your shoulder a lot. Your his, and he needs others to know that. (you just don’t know it yet, and he probably doesn’t either)

otis is also a very blunt person, so he’s more than likely invited you to his bed more than once

”yknow sweetheart, my beds always open for you”

often uses you as his muse, blatantly telling you it’s because your hot/pretty as fuck.

you two probably have rant sessions too.Your mad about something, he’s mad about something, so you both just vent to eachother about it.

you laying on his bed, him pacing around. Your waiting for him to finish so you can console him, then go on with your own rant,

which you know he’d be there to listen to. After you listen to him ofc.

”can’t believe tiny almost let my muse escape! Do you know how long it took for me to get this detrimental wall of art block broken down? Fucking, forever!! If it wasn’t for me being there, just in time, that bitch would’ve ran away!”

so many late nights spent outside when neither of you can sleep, so you just talk.

talking about anything and everything, till eventually one of you falls asleep (typically you)

and by saying that, there’s been a few times where you woken up in Otis’s bed while he’s passed out on the very edge of the bed.

hes a sadistic, psychotic, homicidal maniac, but for some reason, you, baby’s best friend, the one person he’s NOT supposed to be kind, and all that gooey stuff with, makes him want to be nice to you.

doesn’t want to actually carve your face off

he wishes to keep it on your pretty/handsome face :((

lots of meaningless banter —

”your face is dumb”

”yeah? Well you have more wrinkles than my grandmother”

”oh really? Well- your probably not even a natural blond!”

*LE GASP*

HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS. y’all will stay up ALL night watching shitty old horror movies and criticizing it

saying how fake and un real it is

”the gore is so fake, I mean cmon!!”

“…idk, the gore is pretty good, but the acting is shit.”

“You think that’s real gore? Gimme a second sweetheart, LEMMIE go grab my muse. I’ll show you real gore!”

”OTIS NO WHAT ABOUT THE MOVI-“

yeah. You’ll have to clean up all the blood btw.

man is caked in layers of blood, and constantly smells of Pennys and nickels.

ITS SO LATE RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE IVE POURED SO MANY HUMAN EMOTIONS INTO THIS-

[salemshotspot]

SLASHERS WITH A READER THAT PICKS AT THEIR SKIN:

Includes: Chop-Top Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, Luigi Largo, Otis Driftwood, Freddy Kreuger, Doomhead

WORD COUNT: 2k

DESC: How slashers/horror characters would react to their partner picking at their skin

No use of gendered pronouns/anatomy

WARNINGS: Skin Picking//Anxiety//Drug Use//Slight Self Harm//Not Proof Read//Swearing

Enjoy!

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Chop-Top Swayer:

I feel like he would notice your scalp picking pretty quick but not really say much at first; not because he didn’t care but more of the fact he picks at his scalp a lot [because of his plate] so he assumes it’s normal and nothing to worry about, he’ll just assume your head has been particularly itchy lately like his plate from time to time.

However one rare evening where no one had any pressing matters to attend to you sat with the Sawyer’s to have dinner and afterwards you all sat and watched the television.

Drayton had absolutely no interest in the television because “tv isn’t as good as it once was" so he just kind of looked around the room aimlessly and it just so happened that his eyes landed on you as you were picking at your already damaged scalp.

Drayton goes in a partly joking tone "fuck y/n has chop-top been rubbing off on you that much, you’ve been picking at that darn head more than him lately.”

You just awkwardly laugh trying not to bring more attention to the matter and move your hands away from your head, feeling yourself grow more anxious about the fact attention was brought to the matter.

After a few minutes you make up an excuse along the lines of “I’m tired I’m going to head upstairs” and quickly rush to the bedroom which you share with Chop-Top.

Chop-Top would notice you left when he went to place his arm around you and he couldn’t feel you there.

He would be confused as to where you were because he wasn’t paying attention because he was focused on the tv after it caught his attention, however when Drayton explained in a slightly annoyed tone that he made a, slightly, joking comment and you upped sticks and went to what he assumed was sleep for the night Chop-Top was puzzled to say the least.

He decided to make his way to the bedroom which he shared with you to see if you were ok, however when he walked in on you close to tears, struggling to breathe as you was trying to hold in your tears, he could tell you wasn’t holding up too well.

He isn’t too familiar with people expressing feelings around him as due to his nature and the whole family business he never really formed bonds with anyone, let alone him comforting them.

It’s safe to say his first thought would be to freak out, threatening to kill whoever upset you [very aggressively.]

I feel like he’d also just kind of stand in the door way while he tried to work out what to do, he hates seeing you like this but he also hates knowing that he doesn’t know how to help.

He’d eventually land on just holding you, still freaking out inside.

When you finally calm down and regulate your breathing he would 100% try and break the silence with a joke.

”We all bored you to tears down there y/n?” He anxiously jokes.

“No it’s not that” you trail off and take a deep breathe; you then explain everything to him from how anxious you’ve been feeling to how you’ve been stress picking at your scalp.

He feels immediately guilty because he noticed it happening but said nothing about it.

It’s safe to say after that you both lay in each other’s arms for a long time.

As he is also prone to picking at his scalp Chop-Top knows how you feel better than anyone and in turn has a long list of ways to try and help you stop, or at least reduce how frequently you pick at your scalp.

Chop-Top would definitely be one to advocate getting high whenever you were stressed {and he certainly wouldn’t be opposed to getting high with you, apparently it’s "good couple bonding.”

Despite his best efforts, he shows his support in the most round about, ‘Chop-Top’ way possible, for example he’d tell you that “your scalp is far too pretty to hurt” [he thought it was endearing.]

Most importantly he’d want you to know you can talk to him, even if he’s not the best with his words.

I also feel like he’d pat your head a lot to try and comfort you whenever you were stressed so you would be less inclined to pick at your scalp.

Bubba Swayer:

He wouldn’t notice the scalp picking but he’d notice the cuts on your head; basically he’d just start seeing more cuts and marks through your hair and royally freak out.

Immediately wants to, violently, kill whoever kept hurting your head.

This idea was very quickly put on the back burner once you explained that you did it yourself.

I don’t think he’d fully understand it, like he finds hurting others, when deserved, very therapeutic because it’s what he’s always done but he can’t wrap his head around the idea of self-inflicted pain.

Although he doesn’t understand it he wants to listen to you talk about it to try and understand it better so he can support you the best he can.

Would most likely end up hugging you so tight that you thought you was going to die after you explained everything in detail.

If he ever saw you picking at your scalp or looking anxious he would just place his hand on your head and kind of just leave it there? You found it very comforting all be it confusing at first.

Luigi Largo:

Luigi isn’t the world’s most observant man so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t notice your nervous habit straight away.

I feel like he would find out in the most unconventional way, not because he’s oblivious, he’s just so focused on work that he pushes everything aside.

I feel like him finding out would be something along the lines of Pavi bringing it up, like casually asking Luigi how you was doing with the whole thing [because let’s face it, pretty much everyone else has noticed you picking at your head once or twice when you was stressed because you’re too overwhelmed to try and be discreet about it.]

This would cause Luigi to become, even more, short-tempered declaring “if something was going on he’d know.”

On the outside he’d become much more hostile but he would be internally freaking out because he’d feel awful for not noticing if this was happening and convince himself that you’re going to leave him for ‘not caring enough’ or something like that.

He’d eventually psyche himself up enough to go find you and try to talk to you about it, however he’d do it in his own round about way.

"I’m going to kill Pavi” he shouts as he enters the room.

”It’s nice to see you too Luigi” you’d chuckle.

Part way through his rant he’d explain that he was mad because Pavi had essentially made him feel like a bad boyfriend for not noticing that you’d be struggling.

You’d have to get him to backtrack for a moment because he’d miss a few key points such as what Pavi had meant by “you’re struggling” as he apparently put it.

After he explained everything you’d probably have to reassure him that he isn’t a bad boyfriend; despite his demeanour he’s really insecure because of the lack of affection from his dad growing up.

Now he is aware of your problem he’s really observant, like scarily observant.

Your hands move? He’s looking to make sure you’re not stress picking your skin, he’s been busy and hasn’t seen you all day? When he sees you he checks to make sure you have no cuts on your skin from picking.

If you have been picking at your skin he would be concerned; he isn’t the best at talking about feelings but he’ll listen to you and try his best to understand.

If he noticed you were getting anxious and picking at your skin he would definitely be the type to just grab your hand and keep hold of it to comfort you and stop you picking at yourself.

He’s very protective of you as it is but he would probably get more protective; like if he even thinks someone or something might be stressing you out he’s resort to violent means instantly [which isn’t anything new.]

Otis Driftwood:

I feel like he’d either be exactly like Luigi Largo in the sense he’s oblivious and wouldn’t notice without someone bringing it up or he’d notice straight away, I feel like he’d be in a bad mood and notice you picking at yourself and it would annoy him so he’d tell you to stop [which would in turn make it worse.]

When you didn’t stop he’d go to question it but when he noticed you were stressed he’d be confused; “what the fuck is up with you?”

I don’t think he’d completely understand what was the matter when you explained how you felt but he’d understand enough to know that he should probably keep an eye on you.

I don’t care if you agree with this, I will die on this hill, if you were really stressed and started picking at your skin, he would just swat your hand away from your head.

However, I feel like Otis would also kiss your head, when no one was looking, and I will not take arguments on this one.

Freddy Kreuger:

Freddy would be surprisingly observant of you, so when you start picking at your head when you’re stressed or anxious, he will notice.

He wouldn’t try and be gentle and ‘walk around the topic’ he’d just ask you about it straight up.

I feel like he’d be really sympathetic and understanding of the whole situation.

After you spoke about it he would probably try and cheer you up afterwards and take your mind off of it to cheer you up by telling really shitty jokes.

I feel like if he saw you getting really anxious and start picking at your skin his first thought would be to kind of prompt you to stop by gently pushing your hand away from your head and try to take your mind off whatever is making you anxious by completely removing either you or whatever is making you stressed or anxious from the situation.

If that failed to work he would take matters into his own hands, quite literally, by keeping hold of your hands until you’ve calmed down.

He would probably just talk to you until you felt better, whether it be about the situation or talking about something completely random to try and take your mind off of it; he’s definitely a talker.

Doomhead:

He would without a doubt notice your habit straight away, he seems like the kind of person to notice *everything* for no other reason than paranoia; he needs every element of his surroundings to be in his control all of the time so he himself doesn’t become stressed so in turn he pays attention to everything all of the time.

He would try and make you feel better and, at first, make you feel worse.

"Can you stop doing that, there’s better things to be doing” was meant to be endearing and meant to show you that you don’t have to hurt yourself but it came across as him calling your habit stupid.

When you started crying at his comment it’s safe to say he’d be confused as fuck; “what the fuck are you crying at now.”

Once you explained it he’d fee quite bad but he wouldn’t want you to know that; he’d just explain that that’s not what he meant.

If he ever saw you getting anxious or stressed I don’t think he’d try and physically stop you he’d just shoot you a look or say something to you.

If you didn’t stop picking at your skin after he brought it up he would then physically move your hands and give you a long ass talking to about why you shouldn’t do it.

TLDR; if he sees you picking at your skin he will give you a lecture.

He cares about you, he just doesn’t really know how to show it so it manifests in him acting like a pissed off parent or teacher.

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A/N >> God I wrote this so long ago, drop writing requests in my inbox!

[askthefireflies]

Color coding

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Otis Driftwood

Mama Firefly

Baby Firefly

Captain Spaulding

Tiny

RJ

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[choptopsbarbeque]

Deleted scenes from The Devils rejects

[fanofspooky]

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Tranquility chapter 5

🍒Summary 🍒

*As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, Otis and Baby found themselves on the run, pursued relentlessly by the law. With the help of Otis's brother, Foxy, they managed to escape from jail, leaving behind a trail of chaos and confusion.*

"Y/n there's someone here who wants a private dance" one of the girls called to you from the bottom of the stage. You looked up from the dip you were doing and flipped your hair behind you. "I thought I told you and everyone here I only do private dances for my husband" "yeah he says he's your husband" your heart stopped and your blood ran cold, there was no way this was possible so soon. You ran from the stage pushing past everyone in your path as fast as your heels would take you. You spun around the club heart beating in your throat, afraid it was just some creep trying to be funny. You headed toward the door of the club despite looking anywhere and everywhere.

Pushing the door open you scanned your eyes around the parking lot, and there he was, wind blowing through his long white hair, a smile creeping up on his lips. You kicked off your heels and sprinted towards him as fast as your legs could carry you. With one swift step and extension of his long arms he had you. Pulling you up into his chest you buried your face into his long straggly hair inhaling the scent of cigarette smoke and grease. It was the greatest, most exhilarating, most delicious smell you've ever experienced. It felt like long, warm nights, warm thick, blood, laughter, sadness, crying. All emotions a human could experience wrapped up into one, it felt like home.

"I missed you kitten" he froze against your neck, grouping the back of your head and tangling your long locks into his fingers. If Otis could cry, this would be the closest he's ever come to it. He had his queen back in his arms where she belonged. "I can't. believe you're here" you managed to squeak out in between the sobs that had risen from your throat and spilled from your eyes. "I told you I'd find you, you didn't think I was a liar now did you?" He chuckled, pulling back from you, removing his hand from behind your head and placing it around your waist. He then leaned down and kissed you; pushing past your teeth with no resistance, his tongue explored every crevice and dip of your mouth. You Happily kisses back gripping the torn fabric of his white shirt.

From the corner of his eye, Otis could see that Foxy was shifting awkwardly, with a look on his face he quite couldn't place. "I'm gonna head back in y'all" he said, turning back towards the club. Neither you or Otis responded too lost in each other's essence. But Otis did take notice and made a mental note to ask him about that later, but now there were more important things to tend to; like pulling you into the backseat of the nearest car and pulling your panties down. He had a lot of lost time to make up for.

*sorry this chaper was so short everyone it was a push to get me through my writer's block. More chapters coming later this week*

Don't forget to vote for me for official face of horror!

[berteder0]

Otis doodles because I'm still not over him

He was my attempt at getting back at watercolors after only using wash for a LONG time

[red-crocs17]

The best part of this drawing is the party hat lol

[trollprince420]

Fuck you * gender bends slashers*

[andelkacroatia]

First movie; bloody,gorey, great, Denise Willis will always be my final girl

Other two? Unnecessary r*pe(violonce against any woman that is not Sheri Moon Zombie) and nudity, for some reason Fireflys are somehow superhuman(Otis,Baby and Captain Spaulding). No final girl/guy in any of the sequels and that is a wasted opportunity really. Also, we are really supposed to root for Walmart Manson family?

[spidergutz-writes]

He cares.

Otis driftwood x reader, a Drabble for my bestie @myers-meadow . fluff, angst if you squint and read backwards, comfort :> , a bit of gore, but nothing serious.

Warmth

darkness

Silence

those are the sole things keeping you alive right now as you lay on the couch, cocooned with a soft blanket that baby had gratefully given you. Sleep is but a wish for you, as you do your best to clear your mind and calm down, but your head is in shambles. It feels as if someone is constantly bashing in your skull with a hammer, and the light that peeks it’s way through the cover is blinding. You attempt to blockout the light by moving the cover some more.

it doesn’t work.

you’d want nothing more than to sleep this wretched curse of a headache off, but alas, it seems god wanted you to suffer, and stay wide awake throughout this purgatory like punishment.

Though silence in not something you can seem to achieve in this house, as screams and cries of agony ring through the entire household, followed by none other than baby’s giggles. Even if you’ve grown used to it, at a time like this, it feels like her giggling is actually stabbing you in the head. You can hear the pounding in your skull, and it’s driving you crazy. It feels as though your body will explode, and honestly you’re sure you would rather that, than this.

you had tried powering through it, doing chores, but you almost passed out when you tried to pick up a towel, and that’s when baby “insisted” forced you to lay down on the couch.

While in the haze of your own thoughts, a small creak in the floor bored has you wincing, Even small and subtle noises hurt. But you feel more at ease at the familiar pattern of the steps that approach you.

Otis.

the smell of blood is strong, but once again, familiar. And, oddly enough, comforting. the weight on the couch shifts, and you groan, the shift causing your head to move. After a solid second or two, you can feel him start to lay down next to you, him opting to be big spoon as always, you slowly scoot over to make room for him. His body enveloping yours, completely caging you in, per say.

Nonetheless, his arm snakes around your waist, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck, plus the warmth radiating from his body is oh so comforting. “Ya feelin okay princess?”

Otis’s voice is unusually soft, and helps soothe your mind ever so slightly. You’re too exhausted and in pain to answer verbally so, instead you just shake your head no. Otis doesn’t say anything back, and instead, slowly urges you to turn around. You obey his silent command, and turn onto your other side.

your now face to face with your boyfriend, and you can now properly see the worry in his eyes.

you never told him about your headaches, mostly because they were rare and you didn’t feel the need to, but now wish you would’ve. you know that if you would have told him about this, he would’ve known exactly how to handle this, but right now, he’s relying on pure instinct to try and take care of you. Which all in all, isn’t such a bad thing, considering how you already feel a little more at peace In his arms.

Safe…

You still don’t feel like talking, so you just snuggle closer to Otis, burying your face into his chest, the comfort and safety of him being near eases your mind a little more, and you finally feel as though you can sleep.

your eyes are heavy, and your head is becoming fuzzy.

his hand reaches around you to softly stroke your hair, and as sleep slowly takes you, you can hear him mumble something.

just a soft and sweet “love you….”

Otis is very rarely soft, and that’s why moments like these are worth millions to you, because this is how you know he truly cares.

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OH GOD-

this took forever for me to write and I’m so sorry. I really need to manage my time better-

but anyways, as always, please give me constructive criticism!

and! Request are still open, and I would gladly take any HC requests you might have! Please give me HC requests- I’m actually begging you PLEASE-