Henrietta Ain't Safe From Me No More

Sheriff Hoyt gay confirmed

I don't care what ANYBODY SAYS - This is foreplay to him

am I experiencing an enlightening eye-opening moment of self-awareness {embarrassment and hatred} or do I just need to go to sleep

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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!

am I geeking twin

Stop drawing Thomas shredded / slim NOW 🗣️‼️

Thomas is 6 '5, around 300-330 lbs {136 - 150 kgs}. He’s strong, duh, but he’s also..very much fat. Strong fat. Have you not seen this man? His stomach protrudes {which doesn’t seem to be an alcohol-related thing}. His biceps are well-pronounced when he’s working. This man eats well - Mostly meat and carbs {Vegetables are carbs, too}. He works hard; Rarely takes breaks. His endurance is insane - The same goes for his self-discipline. He’s muscular and fat - You can have both. He’s an endomorph, he’s gonna be bigger. 

Also..this is definitely a preference thing..but I think he looks tons better like this

Photos of what I think his body looks like:

Photos for reference:

so handsome

Give him his fat cells NOW 🗣️‼️ He looks better with them

35145528135 is 'LEATHERFACE' in numerology btw

I love imagining Thomas becoming such an oddity that he has his own subreddit and video-essays dedicated to him. SPECIFICALLY if Thomas had a YouTube channel that he posted random shit on - Like his creations and creative processes or whatnot. {He'd never show his full body, just his arms/back}

And because of how ominous and bizarre his videos are, people on the internet would start questioning things {noises, settings, ect.} in reddit and such {he's not too good at editing those out ;)}

He'd be like one of those internet oddities/anomalies that used be everywhere on the internet

Not no surprisingly..the Hewitt house would be found, pictures would be uploaded, and people would begin to put two-and-two together..

35145528135

pardon any spelling/grammar/quality errors I had to make this video seven times

It would heal me.

I have a love/hate relationship with being weird. I LOVE when other people are weird {even if I don’t understand/connect with it} but I hate being weird myself {sometimes}

I love you {fellow} weird people please never stop being nerds

btw I'm not hating on script writers at all - I apologize for my aggressive tone 😭 I love both those franchises either way

if a horror/slasher movie ends with the killer in the back seat {of the victim's escape car} when a victim "finally" escapes, it automatically pisses me off - Why is it acceptable as a writer to end a 'horror' movie with the lamest, easiest-to-write ending?? Cmon now, it's so boring and unrealistic.

"Oh, but Tae, slasher films are unrealistic in their nature!1!" no shit, dawg - but you cannot convince me that the "killer suddenly appears in the backseat and kills the protagonist to allow for another potential movie" isn't the worst ending you've ever seen.

How did they get in there? How did the victim not see their {usually} fat ass in the back seat? {I'm looking at you, Thomas Hewitt and Jacob Goodnight}. What the actual fuck. HOW DID THE KILLER NOT GET HURT AT ALL IN THE CAR CRASH? {if it crashes}

PLEASE stop using this as an acceptable ending. Put more thought and effort into your scripts, PLEASE

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