#the devils rejects
we are what we are when in danger
i just finished 3 from hell and felt compelled by a higher power. read on to watch me purposely disregard foxy in order to write emotional sibling stuff. warning for death but is anyone surprised? this features otis driftwood, death follows him like a bad smell.
It really was just the two of them. They were the future.
Sure, other people came and went. Fucked them over or sold them out or dropped fucking dead. People came and went, but they were forever.
Otis and Baby until the end.
He’s thankful, he supposes. Foxy really pulled through for him when he really thought it might be the end of the line for him.
Still, three’s company and all that. He had to go.
His last bullet for his last brother.
He ought to feel bad, but when did Otis Driftwood ever feel things like ‘bad’ or 'guilty’. No, no, he did what he had to do and that’s just how the world keeps on turning.
Like he told Baby: it’s just the two of them.
He wonders if he should tell Baby about this, how he cut Foxy’s string of fate himself. He wouldn’t. He would. He’d decide on the way.
He finds his clothes under the bed and pulls them on, buckling his belt and holster and salvaging a gun and ammo from the prone corpse of a Black Satan. Satan, he could laugh.
Spying through the windows he assess the situation. Only 6 guys left that he could count. Then he spies Baby, tied haphazardly to the fountain in the centre of town.
That asshole is parading around in his fancy fucking suit like it gives him some virtue, some divine fucking purpose, Satanic or otherwise. No, no, Otis thinks again, no this asshole wouldn’t know Satan if he came knocking on his front door, which he very well could.
He makes his way downstairs, close to the walls and ducking under windows. A voice spilling in, loud and grating in the empty square. Come out or he’ll shoot.
Baby could take it.
He won’t let her. He was always getting in the way of her fun. Especially when she won’t shut the fuck up.
They manage, like they always do. Sure, help that is freely given won’t be turned down, but they can’t be expected to save every wannabe-misfit-toy-motherfucker they come across.
No, no, Otis thinks, no one has been able to keep up with them. Not back then, when they rode into town and folk looked down their noses at the pig-farmers. Even in a hick town, the Fireflys were too backwater. Not now, with a cartel on their backs and ten years – wasted years – to make up for.
No, Otis thinks. No one has ever been able to keep up with him like Baby does.
Everybody Wants a Monster Girl
I am the Devil, and I’m here to do the Devils work
The American Witch
BTS photo of Rob Zombie’s 2005 horror film ‘The Devils Rejects’ with Rob Zombie, Sheri Moon Zombie, Sid Haig, and Bill Moseley
“I like to get fucked up too!”
“Yeah, I bet you do…”
Tranquility chapter 2
*Sorry for the delay folks! Also those of you have watched the hit series on Hulu called P-Valley we’ll get the reference about the stolen IDs and the wiring of money. I understand that some of the things I reference are not necessarily 1970s 1980s things but it’s my story lol. Also I’m going to make the time gap between our character and her man getting reunited not 10 years because we know she couldn’t wait that long to see her boy. *
Usual warnings no one under 18 violence language sexuality and all that good stuff.
Otis driftwood x reader ( she/ her )
“So what happened?” Foxy asked, removing his jacket and setting the keys on the table by the door. He watched you walk towards the bed in the middle of the hotel and sit down. You took a deep breath and started rubbing your hands together, not looking directly at him. Where to even begin? You saw it flash through your mind. Everything that happened was so far away, yet it happened the same day the concept of time was lost to you; everything had been such a whirlwind that you hadn’t even allowed yourself to process everything last week. Wow, it had only been a week. You saw back to what happened after getting out of the hospital and, unfortunately, losing your baby; you knew that Foxy had lived close to the Mexico border. You remember talking to Otis about it because he had mentioned that he wanted to visit his brother at some point. You placed the first time you met Foxy. It was the night of one of the Halloween rituals. You two hit it off right away; he remembered you as Babies intelligent and shy friend. You were off-limits according to the family that you were one of the fireflies even though it was unofficially.
The last time he had come by, you and Otis were a couple, and you had participated in the ritual yourself; he saw the way his brother looked at you, and he had never seen him look at anyone that way before he knew he was in love which was something he didn’t think was capable of his brother. At first, you weren’t sure how you felt about Foxy; he seemed like a creep and asshole. But the more you talked to him, the more you realized that he had his unique sense of humor and way about him just like the rest of the family, and soon you became great friends. It had been some years since you had seen him; life had taken him away from the house and off on his adventures. Still, you always knew that you could count on him if needed. Hence, you decide to take a chance and go to the last place you knew that he had been; according to the family, he had been running some underground operation from Mexico to Texas, and he used the hotel as one of his meeting points for a lot of his clients.
So after about an hour, you explained the whole situation to him he didn’t interrupt you; he listened intently, watching you with sad eyes, knowing what this ordeal had taken on you and the fact that you had lost a child that’s even more traumatic he didn’t have anything to say that could directly comfort you. Still, he reassured you that he was there for you in any way that you needed him. “Damn little sis, I’m so sorry; that’s a hell of a journey you were on. I wish I could have been there to help you through most of it,” he stated, lighting a cigarette and taking a long draw from it. “But I’m here now, so whatever you feel you need to do, let’s do it. I’m down”.
“Well, the first thing would be breaking them out of jail. We can’t let them stay there. We have to devise some kind of plan to rescue them, and then after that, we’ll decide where to go from there. I can’t think straight knowing that they are locked away”. Foxy put out his cigarette and took out another, lighting it before answering you. “Do you know where they are and all of that because I’m sure I can break them out. I got a good idea.” “Yeah, I do know,” you stated, "honestly, it’s all over the news, so everyone knows where they are right now.”
Foxy thought to himself for a minute, “you know what? I know that prisons tend to have many inmates in the yard in chain gangs. I bet I could break him out from there, but we just need some money.“You chewed on your inner lip a bit and molded over the possibility of having to sacrifice some of your morals to get some money quickly. You were doing this for them, so you decided that the greater good would rule over anything that you had to do. "I can help you get some money,” you stated, looking directly at him for the first time “ I’m not sure how yet, but whatever I have to do, I will do it.” “What did you have in mind?” Foxy asked. He was looking at you with a curious look. He could tell there was a lot on your mind, but he couldn’t quite read your face. “I got a couple of ideas,” you said, smiling at him for the first time. “It’s risky, though.” “Shit, honey,” he laughed, putting out his jack daniels bottle from the seat under his chair. “Risky is my middle name.”
You stood up and emptied the bag sitting next to you; many fake IDs fell out onto the bed. “So this is what I’m thinking. Have you heard of disaster relief Reformations?"Foxy nodded but ushered for you to continue, "so during natural disasters, anyone in the area that has been affected can apply for aid, and it just has to be wired to you well after the last superstorm, we have quite a bit of id’s I don’t know how many of them are eligible for reparations, but I have no problem putting on a nice little wig and attempting to go and commit identity theft I mean honestly it’s not even the worst of what we’ve done so…” you began to explain your plan you were going to go and try to steal pretty much the identity of all the young women that you had at your disposal, thus getting as much money as you could. And if that plan did fall through, you were thinking about applying at the nearby local strip club; showing your body to other men other than Otis did not sit well with you, but you also knew that that was quick cash.
So here was the plan so far, foxy made a lot of money in illegal transportation of goods such as drugs and guns, you name it using the hotel as his front. You planned to get as much money wired to these accounts that he had set up throughout various banks in Texas. You were going to steal the deceased woman’s identity and get as much money wired to you through the reparations you could. You were also going to help rob and lure potential victims to the hotel, bringing them back to the room with the promise of sex just to have foxy knock them out and steal their money. It was a risky plan, but one that you had to take.
And thus began your plan; your first step was to the dollar store to collect as many wigs and disguises as you could to try and match your identity to the many IDs you had at your disposal. If any questions arose, Foxy would act as your husband, father, cousin; you name it. You both traveled outside of Texas for the first few hits as far as you could to try and hit the banks and the wiring centers there. You had to admit this was fun; it almost felt like old times again, running around and doing these horrible antics with the family. And Foxy was a good partner; he knew how to cover his tracks and make sure that nothing got in your way; he had to admit though the first few times that he allowed you to be the bait and bring the gentleman back to the hotel so they could be robbed and then you could split he was nervous he knew deep down that Otis would never forgive him if he let anything happen to you. Watching you flirt with the guys and their eyes light up, hoping that they would get lucky, is hilarious; he knew that you would never let any other man other than his brother touch you, so watching their hopes rise and then get crushed was hilarious. Watching you walk out of the hotel room dressed up to go and bait, the gentleman foxy had to admit you were a beautiful young woman; he could see why besides the fact that you had a spitfire personality Otis was attracted to you if you weren’t his brother’s girl he would have already tried to make his moves on you himself. He let his eyes wander over your figure as you walked over to the car. The night went well, and the gentleman came without question with the promise of a very intense coitus session waiting for him back in the room. You gave the nod to Foxy, and he sprang into action with your already previously discussed plan. He was waiting in the closet when you unlocked the hotel room and let the drunk man stagger into the room.
You had a bright crimson wig and sunglasses that you refused to remove in the bar. “Hey, well now, beautiful, will you let me see those pretty eyes?” The man asks, slurring his words and falling over himself. “in a minute, honey, you just get comfortable, and I’m going to freshen up, okay?” You told him, lightly patting him on the shoulder and winking at Foxy as you walked by. That’s when he’s sprung into action busting out of the closet and smacking the man with the tire iron. “Well, that was fast,” you said, coming out of the bathroom and drying your hands on a towel. “Yeah, I’m getting hungry. I decided we should just hurry this one along.” He said, slapping on his black gloves and rummaging through the man’s pockets. “I’m hungry, too; where should we stop on the way back to the hotel?”
At this point, you and Foxy had moved to a different hotel, another one that he felt secure at because they didn’t ask too many questions. Still, with the larger room, he slept on the couch and allowed you to have the bedroom, surprisingly a revenant of the Southern gentleman that appeared to live in him still despite his outward exterior.
He watched you adjust your breasts in the tight red dress you had and quickly forced himself to look away. What was he doing? He thought to himself; this is your brother’s girl, but man, she looks outstanding in red, he thought to himself. He quickly shook those thoughts away and escorted you back to the car before you both took off. Entering the hotel room, you promptly pulled off your wig and lighter out of your bra lighting a cigarette; you pulled out a bunch of cash you had in your purse and sat down at the table. “Not a bad night tonight,” you said, running it through the money counting machine. “But I still think we’re a little short; I’m thinking of applying at the strip club down the street.” “You?” Foxy asked, taking off his coat the thought of you half-naked on a pole made him feel hot under the collar, he cleared his throat “I didn’t peg you for much of a dancer.” “I’m not,” you replied, “but I figure if you’re halfway decent in this town and show a little ass, men will throw money at you, especially if they’re desperate enough for a few sweet nothings whispered.”
Foxy sat down in the armchair, lighting his cigarette and looking up at you. “Well, you ain’t gotta worry about that because you’re not halfway decent you got some looks to you, kid.” “Aww, Foxy, thank you,” you smiled, looking back towards him “you can be so sweet sometimes.” He laughed and shook his head “you better tell nobody.” You and Foxy both decided to celebrate the ending to a very intense week; you found yourself drinking along with him and laughing, reminiscing about old times and stories that he told you that he and Otis had done when they were younger. “So the midnight wolfman has always been wild, I see,” you laughed, taking another shot. “Oh man, honey, you have no idea,” he laughed, wiping his mouth and looking at you; he noticed that some of your hair had gotten stuck on your lip gloss and leaned forward to remove it from your face and tuck it behind your ear. You chuckled, “oh, thank you, I didn’t even notice that,” and tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. Foxy looked at you,.. really looked at you.. the light shining through the window and damn, you looked so beautiful in the moonlight. He found himself staring at you and you staring back, your half hooded eyes from the alcohol catching you off guard. Your beautiful smile creeps up on your face as you start to laugh and pull your arms over your head to stretch. He found himself watching you and the familiar urge growing in his loins. His pants felt tight, and his throat felt dry; he wanted to reach out and kiss you, throw you onto the bed, rip your clothes off and make you his own. He blinked hard and stood up; no, you were off-limits, and he knew that; he went back to sit on the couch and took a swig of the bottle before running his hands down his face. “I’m gonna call it a night,” you said, getting up and heading towards the room “night.” “Yeah,” he replied as you closed the door. He hoped you didn’t see any of that, and if you had, he hoped that you would keep it to yourself. Otis didn’t need to know about his thoughts; it would just drive a wedge between them; he knew he had to shake the possibility of seeing you in any kind of intimate light out of his mind; you weren’t his, and he had to remember that.
You later got up to take a shower, and when you got out, you saw that foxy had passed out on the chair with the half bottle of Jack in his hand; you laughed to yourself silently. You then walked out onto the patio staring at the never-ending flatlands before you. There was a slight breeze rolling in, and you remember the last time you were standing outside when it was cold, and you complained. Otis laughed at you and told you to dress more appropriately for the weather but then said you better put no pants on because he likes seeing your beautiful legs, and he took off his flannel and put it around you and pulled you close.
Tears were stinging your eyes before you knew it, and silent waterfalls began to cascade down your face. You missed him in any way that you could miss someone; every second of every day of your existence felt like torture without him. You had to get him back; there was no way you could continue your life without him by your side; the possibility of him not being returned with you was not something you would even consider. Every day was another step towards getting him back. You wished you could talk to him and tell him how much you missed him and how strong you were trying to be for him. You missed your sister and Spalding; the family dynamic you had grown to love felt like part of your heart had been ripped out through your chest, and a gaping hole was left. You missed working at the gas station, missed playing dress-up with baby in her room, you missed Mama’s cooking as crazy that sounds; you missed working on cars with Rufus and bringing down a plate for tiny you even missed the grandpa in some ways even though he was a disgusting, vile person watching the Munsters with him laughing over TV dinners you missed home. Lost in your thought, you didn’t even hear the back door open, and Foxy walked onto the patio; he watched you cross your arms, staring out into the nothingness. He heard you sniffle and walked over to you.“ You know Otis wouldn’t like you crying, he would say, well what the hell are you doing that for? No reason for that shit Cheer the fuck up”. You turned to him, wiping your eyes and giving him a sad smile. “I know, but I just miss him; I miss them.” “I know, but you’ll see them soon.” He said, looking out into the dark with you, “real soon.”
men moaning in pain is a turn on tbh
I’ve come to the conclusion that my type is “covered in blood”
