#otis onceler

[ask-the-undertakeler]

Hmm...?

Waddya mean...?

I feel...

Perfectly normal...

[proudhimbo]

What’s up guys can we get an F in the chat for the follower that unfollowed me 😔 can’t handle the Otis then get out of the barnyard I guess

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Random sketchs! Yea I dunno...

Mute belongs to @mute-mod

Watch the SpeedPaint

If you like my art, commissions are open or you can Buy Me a C♡ffee (=●w●=)

[soulvee-animationz]

Picos School/Friday Night Funkin’ as incorrect quotes, because I said so >:D

Boyfriend: Girls pockets; *holds up a peepy* A wretched beast. Boys pockets *pulls out 12 pack of soda* 12 pack of pepispis zero sugar mango

Nene: That wretched beast is friend shaped <3

Pico: your “””friend shaped””” creature is an escaped felon

Nene: Irrelevant 💞

Boyfriend: If I was famous I would simply release a bad song and watch my fandom struggle to defend it online

Boyfriend in the studio: yeah this sounds like it’s gonna get my fans bullied on twitter, drop it

Pico: I don’t think we can gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss our way out of this one boys

Cassandra: *sobbing* This is like…The dark souls of being gay

Alucard: It’s magic bitch, I ain’t gonna explain shit

Cassandra: I fucking hate country music. “Yeehaw I love my truck and my beer” shut the fuck up I hope your truck breaks down and dies

Hanzou: *stares at Scorbunny and Fuecoco with intense disgust* what sick fuck keeps slapping kraft singles onto the pokemon

Nene: Currently two minutes into this video! I’ve never watched The Walten Files before, but people have been telling me it’s a really unnerving series. Not sure what that means but look at how cute and funky this artstyle is! :D

nene: update: what the fuck

Alucard: WHY is there so much onceler x dream fanart. I’m taking the internet away from everyone

Hanzou: how did you discover that there was onceler x dream fanart.

Damian: For this game of dodgeball, I will be specifically targeting the gayest and most autstic among you to eliminate.

Cassandra: Okay so normal rules then

Cassandra: I do not care how hard life get I am NOT talking to the school therapist (same)

Boyfriend: We should talk about water more that shit is crazy

Daddy Dearest: it is literally one of the most normal things

Boyfriend: You don’t even begin to understand how insane water is

Cassandra: on a dark and stormy night, there was a creature. and you’re never going to believe what it did next

Cassandra: it creached

Kapi: If you could have any video game ability what would it be?

Boyfriend: Protect girls

Cassandra: Kiss wife

Pico: You awaken feeling rested

Otis: You can now play as luigi

Cassandra: I’m a very kind and loving person but also I have a lot of rage and I just want to kill and maim people all the time. but other then that I am very kind and loving

Soft!Bf: there is a man using foul language in the mcdonalds. This is suppose to be a place of love.

Boyfriend: feeling so hamburger helpless

Nene: *holding a letter with a sticker of lola bunny on it. The letter reads on the outside “you have to kill lola to get your card”.* why does my girlfriend have to turn everything into a game of saw

[saritaadam]

Otis in s03e02 looks like the onceler

[theonceler]

Despite being a onceler, Otis doesn't like marshmellows or pancakes

what!!! why not??

[fakeblack]

🌹 mutual's mutuals and probably like. the onceler / otis / toes shit was really fucking funny ily

DJXKXEIZES ILY2

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Weird West Sad Fanfict

Author Comment: I cried so much for this, and sorry if it’s choppy and or rushed. I was typing through tears!

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Title: World with Color Pairing: Otis x Aussie (FirstLove) Chapter: N/A Category: Sad Fict Au: Weird West Word Count: 2,998 Rating: T Summary:

Sometimes the happiest things can leave the deepest wounds when they’re gone…

Warmth, peace, and comfort.

For a long while, it seemed he lived his life without those few things being possible.

After losing his eye, he had constant nightmares about that moment, the possibilities of what could have happened kept running through his mind and his dreams. The man whose blood he spilled, he was a serial killer, known for his cruelty and sadistic methods.

Constantly he dreamt of what might have happened if he had gotten there too late…

What could have happened to his parents and pregnant sister. Each night he would either wake up screaming, or in a cold sweat.

Soon he found that hunting such terrible men, and stopping them from causing people the same pain he endured, allowed him to sleep at night.

His occupation often didn’t allow him to get close to anyone, a warm bed or decent meal, let alone warm welcomes when traveling.

It was a lonely life for awhile.

Often his days within a town consisted of being at a saloon, drinking a bottle or two of beer, just to listen to the chatter around him, as opposed to the deathly quietness of the desert.

Most didn’t pay him anyone, or went out of they’re way to avoid him. When you hunted outlaws for a living, after awhile, the smell of blood and gun powder became an obvious tell, signalling to other people that you were a bounty hunter.

So it startled him when a young man, with a bright smile, and curious eyes spoke to him so casually as if they were old friends. He could still remember the conversation word for word.

“So yer a bounty hunta? What’s that like?” he had asked taking a seat right next to the hunter. “Lonely…” Otis replied simply, the sudden question left him slightly dumbfounded.

“Ah, that’s too bad…” his smile fell for a moment before picking up again. “Want me to help with that…?”

The other choked on the beer he was drinking, throwing him into a coughing fit, “Wh-What…!?” the young man laughed, “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean it like that mate..!” he apologized, “I just meant we could talk for a bit, if I’m not botherin you.”

Otis agreed to it, it felt nice to talk to someone. “That accent… are you by chance from Australia?” he adked curiously, and the other noddee his head, “Sure am, come here from Aussie bout a year ago.” the two talked for hours, about they’re experiences, theyre travels, anything that cane to mind, just to talk and laugh, and during they’re conversation, Otis took in the others appearance slowly with each word said.

Sun kissed skin, eyes colored like the summer sky, long hair like sunshine, and a smile that shined brighter than a star, with a warm honey like voice to tie it all together. His cheerful personality, his gentle appearance and the easy going air around him, it seemed he was the hunters complete and total opposite.

But maybe, that was why he fell so in love, so hard, than and there.

Talking with him, being near him, just spending time with him, was so calming, and comforting, in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

After that, any and everytime he went through that town on a job, they met up and just talked, shared a drink, occasionally they shared a meal together too, each time, they grew closer.

It wasn’t until one night, when he was getting ready to pack up for his trip home in the morning, that he thought that this was just how it was going to be between them.

The blond had knocked on his hotel door, and before Otis could get a word out, “Can I come with you…?” he asked.

The hunter was dumbfounded yet again, he was unable to find the words to say at that moment, he just stared at the other quietly.

“I… I wanna come with you… can I…?” he asked again, a hopeful, yet nervious light in his deep blew eyes, and a soft blush dusting his cheeks. Otis felt himself swallow hard, “Why…?” he answered the question, with a question, “Because… I want to…” the gap between the two closed slowly, “I want to be close to you…”

That night, wasn’t spent alone for the first time in a long long time.

Unlike his own, Otis found that the blonds body was without a scar, while his pale skin was covered in them, but the other didn’t mind, nor did he ask about them. They just spend the night together, and in eachother’s arms.

He was so happy.

The happiest he had ever been.

The two started to live together after that, and for once, the home Otis returmed to, was comforting to come back to after a job.

Being welcomed home with open arms and a warm smile, having someone to talk to and hold, to be loved, it felt like life had returned to his soul.

They’re life wasn’t perfect in a sense, but it was to them, because they were happy.

Otis took up a second job as an undertaker’s assistance so he wouldn’t have to hunt as often. He knew it worried his partner when he went on a hunt.

Mostly he would build new coffins thanks to his strong and sturdy form, it payed well enough to put food on the table, and they lived more peacefully.

Sometimes they would go for hikes, they’re favorite spot wad on a mesas, which was covered in grass and flowers, it was beautiful. They would often have picnics there too.

They would chat during dinner about nothing special, and relax in the bath before bed.

Each night after a long day or a day of hiking, they would just lay in bed, making small talk as they relaxed in eachother’s arms.

“Your hands are so rough…” the blond said as he played with the larger man’s hands gently, “That’s because I do hard labor,” Otis chuckled placing a kiss on the others head gently. “But your such a gentle person… I still find it hard to believe your a bounty hunter…” he sighed. He said that a lot, how Otis was so kind and gentle despite the job he worked.

The hunter pulled his partner closer, wrapping his arms tenderly around the others more slender waist. “I love you…” he sighed softly, and he could hear the smile in the blonds voice, “I love you too…”

The nightmares had disappear to be left as a bad memory within the back of his mind, because with him, Otis could forget the evil in the world, and only see the light that shine over the darkness.

But light and dark go hand in hand, a shadow can only exist when there is light, and a light can only shine when there is darkness.

His happy life came crashing down once again on that fateful day all those years ago.

It had been the day he had preparing for. He had started working another job as a handyman, working longer hours to prepare for that day, and the sun was already setting by the time he headed home that day.

He was late for dinner, but he was sure his lover would forgive him.

A little black back which he kept opening, had been nestled in his hand as he walked up the trail to they’re home, an excited and giddy smile plastered on his face.

He had though of that day for months, fantasizing about it, and cherishing it.

Holding his lover close, telling him how much he loved him, telling him how wonderful he was and how happy he made him before popping the question and giving him the ring.

But that would never happen.

Never…

His happy life, was colored red, and in that moment, he couldn’t even scream.

All he could do was hold his lover tight, hoping it was all another nightmare, too shocked to even cry.

He ran his fingers through those beautiful sun golden locks, he cupped his soft face, his blue eyes were closed, and Otis prayed to god that Aussie was just sleeping so when he woke up, they could go on a hike together and chat during dinner.

A prayer that was never answered.

He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t scream, he had forgotten how.

He made the coffin, and carved the tombstone, he even help prepare the corpse.

During the wake, those who knew and loved him, cried for him, but Otis was too numb to even become choked up, he barely spoke, he just stared at his lover as he laid in that wooden box.

He looked like he was sleeping.

The coffin was never barried.

Aussie was too free of a spirit to spend eternity in the ground, and his ashes were spread at they’re favorite spot.

Still, he kept a small bottle full on a chain around his neck, he didn’t want to lose him anymore than he already had.

After that, his world had turned grey, the sun never shined, there was no beautiful spring, or warm summer, only grey. He was to numb to hurt.

He never returned to that house they shared, he could never return to it there were too many memories he had grown numb to, but he could never let anyone else live in it either, he didn’t want anyone to soil what the two had.

So in stead, he burned it down.

Each day blended into the next, as he went back to hunting, he became more brutal, more fierce when fighting, and became quick to anger.

More and more often, he brought his bounty back dead. So instead of dragging around a corpse, he started building coffins again. That was how he earned his nickname. And finding it fitting, to go with his chest of weapons, he added a scythe with a light blade, making it his main weapon of combat.

Anyone who watched him fight would call him suicidal, he was brutal, but often careless, and got hurt alot.

Not that he could feel his wounds.

Maybe he was suicidal. But his body never let him go that far.

So he pressed on, doing job after job, and drinking away the money he made from each one. Liquor does a funny thing to a mad when it’s overflowing in his blood, for some, it makes them confess the deepest of things, and causes the worst regrets.

For one man in particular, karma got him while was in one such state, and he spouted off on how he shot and killed a pretty blond boy with an Australian accent who had offered the man water when he had knocked on his door. He laughed, saying that the look on the youngman’s face was priceless when he pulled a gun on him.

It was unfortunate for the killer, that the pretty blond boy’s drunk and angry lover was only feet away from him as he spoke like what he done was something to take pride in.

He was beaten bloody right than and there. Unlike his Aussie, the hunter didnt allow that man to be given a quick death. Infact, it took him three days to finally die, and one more evil was taken out of the world.

Still, Otis saw a lot more evil in his life traveling the highway, each one numbing him more and more, and getting rid of Aussie’s killer did nothing to ease him neither.

On the rare occasion Though, when he went to a church, he would sit there, and bask in the peacefulness of the holy ground, and it would remind him of his lover, and he would wish his Aussie was with him again, but still, the tears wouldn’t come, and the hurt never set in the way it was suppost to.

Everyday he wished to god he hadn’t be late that day.

But no amount of wishing or praying could turn back the hands of time. Time had stopped for him that day, it had stopped for both of them. All he could do was move his body forward and hope time would start for him again, or maybe even stop completely.

It wasn’t until he received a wanted poster for a particularly evil son of a bitch. A man who dealt in some pretty bad stuff, his passion seeming to be the act of abducting and selling people like livestock.

Like any good hunter followed the trail his prey left behind, and soon that lead him to a small out of the way town.

And from there he started asking questions, it was hard because like always, people avoided him, and as a result he had to pin a few people to get them to anwser his questions until he got an idea where the bounty was, eventually he got information, but what he heard made his blood run cold.

The man was seen in the town, but no one recognized him, and not long ago was he seen following a young couple and they’re two daughters up to they’re farm house.

Now thing was, no one who encountered the man that day got a good felling from him, but no one bothered to warn the small family when they offered him some help.

When he heard this, Otis booked it to the farm house as fast as he could, he ran and ran and ran with hid scythe in hand, praying to whom ever was listening, that this time, he wouldn’t get there too late.

Something that came with the job, was that eventually, you develope a sensitivity to the smell of blood.

The smell of iron and copper became thick in the air, the smell of blood was fresh the moment he was in front of the house the family of four shared.

Otis prepared himself for what he might see, holding onto the hope that there was still a chance that the family was ok.

He pushed open the door, and a flash of a cruel memory was visible before his eyes for a moment.

Just like his Aussie, the mother and father were on the ground, in a pool of they’re own blood which slowly grew.

The hunter felt like he was going to throw up, unlike before, the man and woman both had deep large wounds, and he later found out they were both killed by an axe the father used while cutting wood.

Without another moment to spare, Otis quickly followed the bloody footsteps, he still had a chance to save the girls, the blood was still wet, and left a trail, they had to be close. That was what he had thought anyways.

But what he had found in it’s stead was something far different.

You can think a lot of things are a possibility, that the bad guy hadn’t found the children and that they were hiding, or that Otis was the hero that stopped him just in time to save the girls, or even that he was too late again, and they were gone.

But when you remove what’s possible, what you think is an impossible outcome is all that’s left in it’s wake.

At the door was to the room the girls shared, laid the very man that killed they’re parents, the man Otis had been after was laying on the ground, barely breathing, with an axe in his side.

And the two little girls, barel tall enough to reach his knee, were huddled in a corner, shaking and scares. They were both splattered with blood, and they’re eyes were glowing bright colors, molten gold, and haunting turquoise, and they stared at the large man unwavering as he stared back at them in total shock. Soon they’re eyes faded, the oldest eyes that were once a bright glowing yellow faded into a dark brown like tree bark, and the youngest’s bright sea colored eyes faded to a deep green as they filled with tears.

The two stood up and ran to the man, sobbing and crying loudly, some how knowing that he was a good person, unlike the man who lay dying at they’re feet.

Otis took the two children with him as his bounty was collected. And like before, the same things were put into place when they left.

He saw to it that the girls would not have any need to return to that house, and that they would always have a piece of they’re parents with them.

Rumors spread around after that to go with the ones that already surrounded they small family.

The rumors that had surrounded the small family in the past was that the mother was a gypsy witch, and the father was a dark shaman turned monster, and that they were both in hiding when they had they’re two daughters, which the town’s people dubbed, the little demons of a witch and a monster. Because of the rumors, the family barely ever went into town and lived secluded from everyone else, and that was why the outlaw had went with them, blowing the rumors off as superstitions.

Little did he know that some rumors can have grains of truths mixes in.

But well, let’s not get into much detail.

Whether the girls really were monsters or not, that wasn’t for Otis to decide.

All he knew was that the moment he saw that the two small children were ok, all the tears that had been held back finally fell when he held the two for the first time.

His world had color once more.

[cursed-saphire-hart]

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Do you ever age the girls up in any aus? They always just seem to be perpetually tiny girls is all

In mainverse they're late teens, and Otis an Tzili are in they're late 20s. (Tho originally Tzili was suppost to be a teen too)In Aus that involve Tzili and Otis being teenagers, they're little girls.In Weird West they're both just under 20 and Otis is in his 30s.I don't have an Au where Otis and the girls are the same age. I mostly do this so that it lines up that Otis is several years older.Small background about the girls tho is that originally they were suppost to be self inserts of me and my older sister when we first got interested in the Onceler Fandom, but after awhile they took on lives of they're own.Desi is more of an outdoors and energetic girl, while Rosa has more of a stoic face, which are slightly more different than me an my sister.

[stork-ler]

Thank you for your service

-Otis Onceler

OOOOOOH thank you!!!! These look amazing!! I really don’t deserve this!!

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Title: Napping in the Garden Pairing: N/A Au: Lil Monster Word Count: 1,159 Rating: K Summary: Gardening can be fun, and the fruits and vegetables of your labor make a great meal that might leave you drowsy when you eat too much of it.

Spring was finally here, and the days were getting warmer despite the rain that would shower at random times.

Though spring meant a lot of other things too, like the spring fashion line at Norma's boutique, or the freshly grown fruits and vegetables in the family garden, which was currently occupied by a small group of little monsters. Thanks to the daycare being closed for a few days, due to a few issues, Mrs. Onceler invited some of Otis' friends over to hang out for the day.

The garden in their backyard was big enough to were the little monster's could run around without trampling on anything, and Otis parents gave the little creatures permission to pick things from the garden so long as they brought them inside to be washed. "Hey Otis, I thought you said your parents didn't use pesticides with they're plants," Zero mentioned as he picked a few cherry tomatoes that looked ripe. "They don't but it's still a good idea to wash them." Otis carried his basket over to where his parents had root vegetables growing. "My parents use natural means to keep pests away." he brushed off the dirt from the vegetables he managed to pull out.

"These flowers are cute," Britton mewed looking at a few white flowers that were grown between the rows of vegetables with a small bushel of leaves. "But why did they get planted between the rows like that?" the two kinds of plants were grown in between every other row, and it puzzled him why they weren't with the other flowers. "It's to keep the bugs away," Otis told him as he picked a few cucumbers,"Those flowers are chamomile, and the small bushes are mint leaves and parsley, they also attract other bugs that keep the bad ones away." Loreley waddled over to him with a few carrots she had picked, her tiny paws covered in dirt from digging them up.

"That's also why the goldenrod, butterfly bush, lavender, and cosmos flowers are growing along the fence like that." he pointed with a clawed finger at the flowers along the edge of the edible garden, "They attract ladybugs, butterflies and bees because of their bright colors and sweet smell."

"You sure know a lot about flowers and plants." the little black cat mewed poking his head out of the bushel of different kinds of peppers he was in, a red pepper in his paws. Otis blushed a little, "Well yea, my parents have a lot of books on it and when I was kit I would always help them out."

"That makes sense," Queen chimed in after swallowing the mouthful rose petals he had been nibbling on, he was a fawn after all. "I learned a few things watching my owner, it reasonable you did too."

Ser nodded in agreement as he picked a few of the cherry tomatoes, putting them in the basket, "Same here."

After they were all done picking the vegetables they wanted the group took them inside to get washed, meanwhile Helen and her mother set out a tray of yellow and pink lemonade as well as a bowl of red and green grapes to snack on while the vegetables were used to make their lunch, they were having vegan stuffed peppers, a fresh salad, and a special vegan smoothie for dessert. They knew Zero didn't eat meat and was a vegan, so they made sure to be careful about what they served during meals and snacks. Which everyone in the group was fine with, especially since the food was always good.

"Im so glad animal food allergies don't effect us," Zero smiled after taking a drink of his lemonade. Unlike dogs or cats, lil monsters of similar genes aren't affected by certain foods like lemons, strawberries or even grapes. "Yea, think of all the good food we'd miss out on," the fluffy blond kat chimed in happily popping a few grapes in his mouth.

After a bit the group of monsters were running around the yard playing, chasing each other around or playing with a red ball, kicking it around while they waited for lunch to be finished. Loreley and Otis were still sitting at the porch table under the shade of the awning, they didn't do too well in the heat. Ryan and Britton were playing on the tire swing that hung from the large tree in the back yard, obviously having fun from they're laughing.

After a while, lunch was ready and everyone was back at the table to eat.

with the plate of stuffed peppers, the big bowl of salad, as a gravy boat filled with non dairy sour cream and nacho cheese, and for whoever wanted it, as well as some homemade sauce.

The lil monsters enjoyed the stuffed peppers and fresh salad, the sauce was a bit sweet thanks to the honey mixed in, and helped calm the spiciness of the stuffed peppers, an tasted pretty good on the salad too. "Careful," Otis sighed as he handed Ryan a napkin, "It can be a little messy with the cheese."

Loreley enjoyed some of the carrots that they had baked, dipping it in the cheese and drizzling them with the homemade taco sauce. As usual, she was quiet and didn't really change her expression, but everyone could tell she was enjoying her meal.

Otis cut a stuffed pepper in half and set it on her plate, silently telling her to try it, which she did, and like the others happily enjoyed it. "This is really good," Zero wagged his tail, "I like the way the cherry tomatoes in it make it a bit sweet," Britton purred as he put a few of the tiny tomatoes into the mix of beans and rice and dairy free cheese before taking a bite. "So good~," his fluffy tail whipped around happily.

"The salad is really good too," Queen smiled as he put another bite of the vegetables in his mouth, quickly munching on them, "Almost as good as those roses."

"Maybe next time we'll try adding rose petals," Otis added after swallowing a mouthful of food.

By the time everyone was done eating, they're stomach were really full, the fresh and good meal they had made it hard to stop eating, "Good thing it was mostly vegetables..." Ser sighed rubbing his expanded tummy, all the other monsters agreed, Ryan and Bitton were curled up together in a cushioned lawn chair, Zero and Ser were laying in the grass, Otis was leaned back in a lawn chair her pulled under the awning as Loreley was curled up in his lap as Queen nuzzled his side, the foxes tail draped around them like a blanket, and everyone just dozed off the warm afternoon, waiting for they're owners to come pick them up later.

[cursed-saphire-hart]

More Big Brother Au

Otis is a babysitter for Otaku an Desi, he seems like the basic cool kid, dyed hair, piecings, chains, ect. Is actually a pre-teen that loves all things monster and paranormal related.

Otaku enjoys hanging out with him, and loves playing with Desi (even if shes a biter) but they both have they’re hands full trying to keep an eye on her.

Otaku belongs to @smile-cause-little-miss-chi

[cursed-saphire-hart]

@pomspole gave me the idea for this

[demonwulf69]

I Hope My Song Reaches You Otis

Rosa sat down at her piano and began to play a song from a game she heard on her phone "Lacie's Melody" from the game Pandora's Heart..

she knew it was pointless to do so but she played it anyway with her thoughts of success and safety directed towards Otis on his job. 

Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the melody her fingers long and slim glided across the piano keys with grace and ease.

Cerberus and her other animals all laid down around the young sorceress offering their silent wishes of well being with her own in hopes itll help Otis even if that was impossible.