Happy Valentine's Day I Think

if you can't write using your brain then don't call yourself a writer. Don't bother posting it you illiterate fuck {with love}

Thank you for posting this op 🙏

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

writing more Tommy oneshots and headcanonssss for my fellow nerds {much love}

Sneak peak {both are answers to asks}:

Thomas Hewitt x Meek/Emotional Reader

Thomas Hewitt x Caring Reader - How Thomas' Outcome Would Differ From the 2006/2003 Remakes

loves ya - once I finish these {and wrap up intensive assignments} I'll begin brainstorming pt. 2 to Proprietorial

Hi handsome {maximum rizz}

hey man sorry i was too busy staring into your eyes longingly you can go and butcher me to feed to your cannibal family now lol

Working on Proprietorial...probably gonna introduce Henrietta and the Tea Lady/Kathryn {into the scene} in chapter 2/3 {writing ch2 rn hehehe}

Might do a {minor} time skip?? idk

ALSO!! There's gonna be way less typos thank god

Little synopsis for you: Ch2 is going to focus on the few days before the town fully dies - Specifically, the day before the slaughterhouse officially shuts down, Thomas gets fired, and Hoyt kills the sheriff. Ch3 will focus on that day + when Chrissie, Eric, Dean, and Bailey arrive :) Ch3 won't really mention the group that much, only in reference to Thomas' new 'face' as well as the dinner scene {as a 'flashback' reference..in a way?}. I added this in because I originally had the timeline before Monty lost his legs - and I kinda regret that..so! We're gonna make up for it with this :) I promise it'll be more coherent than it sounds 🫀

making a post about this later lmao

#real

Spot on {Especially Rabid, Poacher's Pride, Mean, Preacher's Daughter}

Songs that remind me of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre remakes/ Thomas Hewitt.

I’ve compiled a list of songs (pretty much all by Nicole Dollanganger and Ethel Cain) that are reminiscent of these movies. ⏬

• Dog Teeth, Rabid, Alligator Blood, Poacher’s Pride and Executioner by Nicole Dollanganger all literally seem like they were written about Thomas. It’s genuinely uncanny.

• Mean by Nicole Dollanganger is also very reminiscent of Hoyt, at least the first part of the song.

• Two-Headed Mother by Ethel Cain for Luda Mae.

• And of course, pretty much the entire Preacher’s Daughter album is so fitting for the TCM remakes. Especially Inbred, Strangers, Family Tree, Ptolemaea, and August Underground. The entire theme and story behind the album is so incredibly similar.

Oh! So I may have overreacted in my previous post

maybe Thomas doesn't have breakdowns...uh

or maybe he does and I cooked and I'm a genius

I may or may not have written this segment based off previous experiences...maybe, maybe not?

Please, can you do a part two of what @Thewolffairytaler asked for about Thomas's eyes? Like the victim just starts to plead with Thomas about not hurting her, she's not desperately pleading, but she's at a point where she is on her knees as she is gently holding his left hand and is just pleading. Maybe even kissing his knuckles as her eyes tears up a bit. She's not scared of Thomas exactly, but she is scared of the idea that he will hurt her. Please? PLEASE? 🥺

Yes of course! | Pt.1

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"There you go...attaboy, Tommy. Finish the job like you always do." 

Hoyt knew his way around manipulation, around temptation. He knew the family’s hunger would worsen with even the smallest decrease in food. They’d been hungry before, - starving, famished; They would never go hungry again. 

Tommy..his name was Tommy - No, Thomas. You could use that, right? Say a few sweet words, kiss and grab at him. Just gotta get the chainsaw out of his hands first.

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Crank it up! Show that bitch what happens when you fuck around and stay long enough to find out.”

Hoyt was getting impatient. What the hell was he (Thomas) thinking? Putting the family in such danger all for a piece of tail - Selfish. At Least when he (Hoyt) did it, they were tied down..nothing could get in the way of the family. 

Thomas was conflicted - On one hand, he had this gorgeous girl cooing in his ears about his eyes. It felt so good to be wanted. But did she really want him? Did she mean it? She couldn't've..

He revved the chainsaw a final time, the loud buzzing of the blade crowding the room. 

“Hell yeah, Tommy. Show ‘er how it’s done.” Hoyt chuckled as he turned his heel to walk back up the stairs - He had..”business” to attend to; Which in your case, heightened your chances of survival. 

“Wait wait wait wait wait - No, no, no, no, no, please..we could work this out, couldn’t we? Please?” 

Thomas shook his head - She’s not worth it, Thomas - He thought to himself. Finish the job..

With drying tears painting your cheeks, you shakily held your hands out and shook your head lightly. “Tommy, please.”

That rewired something in him. The way you said it - God had sent a succubus, hadn't he? A final challenge to prove his strength. Mama had always told him sex before marriage was a sin. Women who opened their legs for any man on the street, even if it was to save their lives, had failed their family, their future husbands, God, and most importantly, themselves. “They can’t be saved,” she’d tell him. She never used the word “whore” but his uncles did. He knew that’s what mama meant. She would've called you one if she saw what was going on down here..One less whore - he thought. 

“Tommy, I’m so sorry..” You whined as you knelt down. “We can work this out - You and me. I won’t hurt you, I ain’t gonna run away.” You didn’t even convince yourself that it was working. What were you doing? Helplessly pleading with a backwoods serial killer? It wasn’t gonna work…

Surprisingly, it did. Luckily for you, you ended up in the basement of a family with a very..protective yet starved and desperate guard dog. The chainsaw had stopped, though hesitantly. Thomas was looking at you with glazed-over eyes. He was in another word - most likely his own head, trying to rationalize his decision to spare you. You took the opportunity to carefully coax his hand into yours as you peppered kisses on his bruised and bloodied knuckles. That must’ve snapped him out of it - He jerked a bit as he looked down. He didn’t mind this angle: You looking up at him with teary eyes and shaky breath - He could get used to this. 

Get your head in the game, Thomas! - He could hear Hoyt’s figurative voice screaming at him from the back of his mind. It didn’t matter - He’d keep you. Safely. Whether in the backroom of the basement or in the shed, anywhere that his uncles couldn’t get to you. He’d sneak you food, bring you water in dirtied glass, bring in some of his old clothes for you to wear, and a pillow hidden somewhere in the guest room. He’d keep you safe - Just as long as you kept spoiling him with sweet words and soft kisses.

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As always, if you have more requests, questions, or I misinterpreted an ask, please let me know!

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