No, the title is not a sex-pun {but it could be}
TW: SA/Rape, Groping, Extreme Language, TCM-Canon-Typical Violence, Gore, Period-Typical Racism + Sexism {No slurs}
Here's a snippet of the fic I'm working on. This is essentially a draft so feedback is completely fine! I have no idea how this will go nor when it will be done, I do apologize. Reader is gender-neutral + race-neutral. {THIS IS NOT THE FULL THING; Will most likely be heavily altered once the final product is published} đ«
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Not much was left of that forgotten town. The funding was gone, as were the people. After the meat plant shut down, residents lost their purpose in Fuller. It was a shadow of the life previously flourishing there - something only the wildlife could frolic in; Which is exactly why you were here. Miguel, a childhood best friend of yours, wanted to enlist near Dallas. Heâd brought you and some mutual friends along promising tickets to a music festival, which you had accepted on the means of exploring the state. It had seemed ideal then but the overwhelming heat of the Texas sun proved otherwise. As you leaned your head on the window; August, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, began to mumble - Something about âneeding to fix the air conditioner.â He always was one to complain; Miguel often joked about his âparticularnessâ, saying he was a primma-donna at times. Though, he wasnât too annoying; Not today anyway. A sweet guy with a kind smile, a bit too kind at times. Theia, Miguelâs sister - and mutual friend of yours, had her hair entangled in the wind with her head out the back-passenger window; Flowing in deep curls and coils.Â
Driving through the backroads wasnât too entertaining, requesting a scenic route didnât make it any better either. You fussed with the lace of your shoe - bending and untying, bending, untying, bending, untyi-Â
âHello, did you hear us?âÂ
You quickly turned your head, releasing the worn laces from your hands. You felt a small tap on your bicep - It was Edith. Edith was a classmate-turned-girlfriend of Augustâs, one of Miguelâs friends. She was nice, just a bit impatient, which had been amplified by the unforgivable heat.Â
âWeâre gonna stop at a gas station in about 3 miles, okay?âÂ
âYeah..thatâs fine. I needed a break anyway.â You said; Your legs had been feeling a bit numb from the lack of use. Sure would be nice to get your blood flowing. And Lord, did it do just that.
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It had been hours since that drive; Since youâd made it to the community center; Since youâd felt safe. August was long gone; last you saw of him was his spotted blood-trail leading to the basement. The harsh screeching of that steel door sliding open, paired with the hiss of Augustâs nails as he dug them deep into the walls, attempting to prolong the inevitable torture. Edith; Dearest Edith. Her throat hoarse as she wailed, bleeding through the walls of the decaying house. Miguel, sweet Miguel. He was tied down the chair beside you, half-conscious. Dried blood painted his right temple, flowing down from the gash which plagued his hairline. His lips looked so mundane, as did his usually deep complexion. His head was tilted towards you, clouded eyes staring weakly. As your head lay defeatedly against the crest rail, the beaded eyes of a deer - long dead, glared. It scowled at the two of you from its head bust, nailed to the middle wall. Below it, two windows and a thin table dressed with picture frames and a cloth suffocated by years of dust and dirt. As you tried to think clearly, a pair of footsteps stuttered behind the walls. Strong and angered footsteps pounded the withered wooden floors, followed by frantic and unsteady ones. The sheriff - pseudo-sheriff - forced Theia into the dining room, her wails of protest filling the already claustrophobic atmosphere. As he threw her into the chair opposite of Miguel, another set of footsteps followed in. The âbarbaric, chainsaw-wielding psycho,â as Edith had called him, approached Theia. His swole hands took the rope from the sheriffâs aged ones, binding Theiaâs wrists and ankles to the chair limbs.Â
âThere you go, that wasnât so hard, now was it?â The sheriff taunted, his perverted eyes traveling down her form. âI tend to prefer blondes but, hell, I know a pretty thing when I see one.âÂ
The sheriff cupped Theiaâs shoulders as he forced his lips upon her head. His lecherous movements didnât go unnoticed by anyone; Especially not Miguel. Even in his weakened state, he spat at the sheriff, his eyes filled with contempt.
âGet the fuck off her, you fucking whore!â He screamed - The sheriff immediately turned to Miguel, his eyes filled with slight shock. That shock was quickly overturned by indignation.Â
âNow who put you the fuck incharge?â He mockingly questioned as he walked over to Miguel, grabbing his hair and shoving his head into the table; âLast time I checked, this badge is the authority around here. I make the demands; I challenge the rules, not candy-ass hippie soy-boys like you.â The sheriff retorted as he let go of Miguelâs head, leaning his arms against the crest rail; âGet a grip on yourself, son; This shit donât fly in out here, you got that?â
Miguel was now barely breathing, his eyes were glossed over and almost completely closed.Â
It hurt so much to see him fade. The light which was once rampant within him had disappeared. He weakly opened his eyes, their lids fluttering under the warm lights. You thought maybe he had gained the strength for something. Just do something. But he couldnât. His eyes inevitably shut again as he steadied his breathing.Â
âGoddamn it..â You defeatedly whined. Your wrists struggled between the rope as it dug into your already stripped skin.Â
The brutish butcher had been standing in the corner of the room; Observing. He didnât seem enthusiastic or encouraging of the matter; Rather - dissociated. His hands grasped onto the strings of his apron, bending and untying, bending, untying; Just as you had earlier. It was an intricate silence between the five of you; The sheriff had already gone back to leeching off Theia, and you couldnât bear to look. Soon enough, the elderly woman from the community center presented a covered pot amongst the few of you; Placing it down on the aged lace that blanketed the old wooden table.Â
âTommy, set the table for us, dear.â She said as she looked over towards Theia and the sheriff. âAnd you, give her some room! Donât want to spoil dinner with your whirlwind of trouble.âÂ
The sheriff lightly scoffed, but left Theia to rest. He stood behind âhisâ chair at the head of the table, opposite to you. He mumbled a soft âNo need for bellyachinâ..â before adjusting his back.Â
As âTommyâ returned with the plates, an elderly man appeared behind him. He approached the empty spot at the table and positioned his wheelchair accordingly; His expression often seemed dull and exhausted - That is until he saw a woman he fancied. His smug and slimy eyes would wander up and down as his body heat heightened. It was revolting. Luckily, he had no interest in Theia - he had voiced that many times.Â
âWhereâd you put that other one? The blonde.â He impatiently asked. The sheriff scoffed in reply, turning his head unamused.Â
âIn my room, thatâs where. Ainât none of your concern, now is it?â
âWhat? But you have that one right over there! You know I donât like âem like that-â Monty protested, only to be cut off.
âWatch your mouths! I will not have any fighting at this table, do you understand me?â Luda Mae declared. She wasnât one for unnecessary confrontation; Especially not over âungodlyâ topics such as these.Â
Both of them rolled their eyes, parting ways as they sat back. Thomas was sitting beside Theia, though he seemed uncomfortable. He kept staring between you and Miguel, only looking away during conversation. You were terrified to say the least; How could you not be? Your friends, your only support system, murdered in front of you. And now youâre forced to eat with the perpetrators? Tears you didnât recognize fell from your eyes - mixing with blood and dirt to create a streaky film over your cheeks and neck. You tried to control your breathing, attempting to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. Nothing couldâve prepared you for this. Nothing. You hopelessly looked around the room, gravitating towards Thomas. He was still staring at you. Though his body language portrayed his enervation; His muted blue eyes looked consistently curious, and crazed. The staring continued for some time until the sheriff - Hoyt, interrupted:
âBow your heads - Let's give thanks for the bounty that's been given us.â
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This is so ass I'm sorry lmao {Again, NOT THE FINISHED PRODUCT} :)
I need to draw Thomas kneeling crying throwing up in despondency and desperation
Thomas Mewitt
And then there was nothing.
I'm just gonna come out and say this - People are going to interpret a character/franchise differently. Each person's interpretation is going to be different, even if it's just by a bit. Does that mean one interpretation is better than the other? No. Are some more accurate than others? Yes - But that doesn't give you the right to shit on people for their contribution to the fandom. If it's something extremely problematic, that's a different story. But headcanoning a character as 'gay' is not problematic. Shipping two legal, non-related characters is not problematic. Writing a character differently than how they are portrayed in the media is not problematic - Inaccurate, sure, but nothing serious.
Instead of saying "fuck this fandom" or "this fandom is so ass", CONTRIBUTE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE !! That's the entire reason I made this account: I wasn't seeing as much content {that fit my narrative} as I would've wanted. So, what did I do? I made that content myself.
I did not shit on other creators for their posts. I did not say "fuck this fandom/this fandom sucks." I started using my brain {which some of you aren't doing for some reason..} and writing/drawing/CREATING my own shit. It doesn't matter if my posts get 1 like or 1000 likes, I'm content with my posts - That's it.
You don't have to agree with everything/everyone in the fandom, just have the decency to respect people - my god
Grow a pair {of ovaries} and contribute what you want to receive instead of whining on the internet about your bullshit predicament đ«
OMG IVE NEVER SEEN THIS CREATURE BEFORE BUT I LOVE IT đ«
I love the character trope that just goes: Sharp teeth, fish/bug eyes, socially inept ESPECIALLY when it's in the horror genre
like wdym this is bro
TW: Yapping; Rape/Sa, Groping, Strong language, Gore, TCM-Canon-typical Violence
So I recently found deleted / extended scenes {Part 1 / Part 2 of 2006, 2003} which gave me more inspiration to write again! Analysis time đ
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I first want to talk about the most forgotten member of the Hewitt family: Jedidiah. Poor sweet little Jedidiah, probably the most underrated and least-considered member of the Hewitt âclanâ. From the clips shown in the video and the movie itself, we can infer that Jedidiah is left alone quite often. Heâs also very aware of what goes on both in and outside the walls. Either the family doesnât try to hide it from him or theyâre doing a shit job at it. Even then, itâs kinda hard to hide things from independent children anyway. Jedidiahâs a very empathetic and artistic child who understands the Hewitt family values. I.E; the scene where he helps Erin and Morgan escape. Especially when he goes:
âDonât hurt her! Please, Grandma!â - 2003, 1:06:48Â
He looks so defeated after..poor baby.Â
At around 1:12:40 when heâs urgently trying to get Erin and Morgan out of the basement via the tornado shelter exit {I think thatâs what the structure is?}
âGo - Go now! Run! Faster, hurry! - Come on, donât let him get you!â
âGo! Iâll be fine!â - 2003, 1:12:45 - 1:14:05Â
And when he tries to bite Thomasâ hand to hold him back?? Poor baby. Iâd also like to acknowledge how Thomas didnât get physical with him , simply just shoved him off his hand and onto the sandbag. In the deleted scenes for 2003, he seems much happier when he gets to show Pepper his drawings; It seems he really needs attention that he isnât getting at home. Maybe this is similar to how Thomas was raised, though I'm not sure. This is even more apparent when he says âYou sure youâre not just saying that?â after Pepper compliments his drawing. He very clearly needs a form of guidance and support; Not only for his development but for his confidence. As I discussed in a previous post, Thomas also really enjoys praise, which he gets mainly from Hoyt. Speaking of Hoyt, thereâs two possibilities {that Iâve come up with} for how Jedidiah came to be. 1.) Jedidiah is the product of rape, most likely the child of Hoyt and a victim. 2.) They âadoptedâ him from a victim or some similar situation. Not much evidence as to his origins, but we can theorize.Â
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Moving on to Hoyt; the âheadâ of the family. In the extended scenes for The Beginning 2006, we get to see an even more aggressive and short-fused side of Hoyt. He yells more often, heâs more violent, and heâs definitely more âhands-onâ....yay for us. At around 3:20 in this video, as heâs going to âattendâ to Baileyâs injuries, he discreetly gropes her, specifically groping her breast whilst repeating âI ainât gonna hurt you.â Yeah, okay, pal. And then he LICKS THE GLASS HE JUST PULLED OUT OF HER?? He also really doesnât like the victims; Like. At all. Heâs definitely lustful over Bailey, but he doesnât like how âsmartâ she gets at times. I.E; âIs having a dead biker chick ride shotgun proper police procedure, sir?â Now, in this video we get to see the more hostile version of Hoyt. Imagine his regular persona x2. At around 0:45 he pulls Deanâs head up by his hair and starts yelling is his face;
âYou fucking idiot! I just told you we had to eat! Ainât you listening to me?âÂ
This tells us two things: One, Hoyt really doesnât like when his authority is challenged via questions, lack of interest, or defiance. Two, he really doesnât like talking about his time in the war. Itâs a traumatic near-death experience which is definitely a soft spot for him. I doubt having to dwell on it, much less repeat it over and over again to someone he already hates is easy. Following that tangent, he quickly switches to his condescending âIâm just trying to helpâ bullshit. Specifically at 1:09;
âNow what happens if you kids drive all the way up to Austin just to find out that you donât even qualify to be in the Army? Iâm concerned about your physical fitness here.â
Iâve also noticed that Hoyt gets real up-close nâ personal when heâs being condescending. Connect this with the moment he ties up and chokes Bailey; We can see Hoyt really likes showing not only his mental dominance, but his physical as well. Now, Hoyt is 6 feet, thatâs tall. Compared to Thomas? Thatâs 5 inches shorter, and at maybe half or â of the weight. {I headcanon Thomas at around 330/320.} Hoyt sure as hell feels intimidated by Thomas physically. Mentally? Nah, probably not. He knows he could manipulate Thomas one way or another.Â
Now; Iâd like to focus on how Hoyt treats the family. He rarely if ever gets fussy with them to the extent of the victims. In the 2006 deleted scenes, at around 5:54 - 6:20, Hoyt never yells at Luda Mae and corrects himself when she scolds him. As she raises her voice, he gets fed up but never yells, only says;
âGod damnit, Momma, let me handle this.â
Heâs stressed, sheâs most definitely stressed, and he feels the need to control everything to manage it. His speech at 2:01 of the 2006 extended scenes part 1 is very loving coming from him. Heâs trying to reassure his family that everything will be fine whilst also shit-talking the âenemy;â Further isolating them from civilization which theyâve only known to be a negative. He also calmly tries coaxing / ordering Thomas in for supper as opposed to yelling at him. He definitely switches between Hoyt and Charlie around his family; Even though he keeps Hoyt as the âdefaultâ to remain in power {which is his source of comfort}, he lets Charlie slip through when itâs needed.Â
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Now for everyoneâs favorite big boy; Thomas <3. The extended scene in part 2 {0:00 - 0:30} when Bailey seeâs him and just starts screaming {rightfully so, sheâs terrified}. Thomas is just standing there, fidgeting with his hands like đ€š/đ - I know bro was reliving some school / work trauma. Seeing him fidget and doing whatâs called âT-rex armsâ makes me think heâs neurodivergent. Obviously thatâs not the only thing, Iâve been thinking heâs autistic specifically for a while now {Me pushing my autism onto a character} but it fits, no? {Maybe I'll do a post talking about his neurodivergence, idk} And he looks so overwhelmed during the dinner / Hoytâs speech scene {In the extended scenes part 1.} OH! And ESPECIALLY when Hoyt brings him down to the basement at 37:40 in The Beginning 2006. He looks so overwhelmed and possibly terrified? When you brighten the scene, his expression is much easier to see {Iâll put a picture / gif below}. I think itâs safe to assume Thomas was a bit reluctant to continue as Hoyt had to coax him;
âCome on, Tommy, ainât no different than the slaughterhouse. Meatâs meat; Boneâs bone. Get it done.â
I think Thomas really only got comfortable with the new lifestyle after he used it as an artistic outlet. Especially when he got to âexperimentâ on Eric. Iâve seen multiple people use this scene as a means to say Thomas is gay. And listen, I donât necessarily disagree, I donât think heâs completely straight either {Reminder, any character thatâs sexuality isnât confirmed means that labeling them as âstraightâ is a headcanon too!} I just think thereâs more to work with here. I myself have struggles with my sexuality, specifically with how I view women. Iâm not trying to push this onto Tommy, I just see potential similarities. I think Thomas was definitely envious of Eric, therefore, taking his face and âbecomingâ something similar to him was a way to hide himself and present in a more âattractive way.â I think heâs attracted to men, but his attraction is either masked or based on the idea of being like them. Eric has a life with such intense purpose. An army veteran {returning as well} with a partner, good family dynamic, and a friend group? ONTOP of being attractive and fit? Oh, hun, you know Thomas was yearning right there. He just wants to be good enough. I mean, really really, good enough. I donât know why, but my brain automatically went to âhe wants to become and consume Eric.â As in, heâs attracted to the idea of being {like} Eric; As well as being attracted to Eric. I donât know how to communicate this properly so I hope you get what Iâm putting down.
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Again, apologies for my long incoherent rants; I have so many ideas that I want to share
Much love, đ«
what do you think a modern-era thomas would be like? i wonder how different he would be from his canon version with the greater normalization of mental health disorders and everything (and possibly being able to stay in school for longer). i love reading your posts :)
I love reading your posts :)
I think the most impactful effect of the modern AU would be Thomas' mental and physical condition. He'd most likely get diagnosed quicker and more accurately -
'Mental Retardation' - ASD 1
Would not be diagnosed with 'Mental Deterioration'
Disfigurative/Disfiguring Facial Disease - CLE or Pustular Psoriasis {Possibly both}
Birth Defect {Assumed to be an Incomplete Unilateral Cleft} would stay the same, potentially fixed at birth IF the Hewitt's had the money
Other mental disorders:
Generalized Anxiety Disorder
Depression
Apraxia of Speech {?}
PTSD
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With the earlier/more accurate diagnoses, Thomas {if the Hewitt's had the money} would have more treatment/management options. For example:
Therapy: ABA, Speech therapy, general psychology
Medication: Anti-depressants, Anger management, Anti-anxiety, Anti-Psychotics
Honestly..I doubt the Hewitts would approve of either..BUT they'd be more open to it than compared to the canon timeline {due to less societal pressure}
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School...oh boy. Depending on what year he'd be born {late 80's - early 90's} his accommodations would change {not too drastically, though}.
The Americans with Disabilities Act {ADA} was signed into law in 1990 by former President George H.W. Bush, meaning Thomas {if he had a 504 or educational plan of some sort} would require accommodations. That being said...he went to school in a small conservative town...in the Deep South...that is heavily religious..
Would he have stayed in school longer? Most likely. Would he have graduated..I don't think so. LISTEN - He'd probably drop out around 14/15 {not that it was legal} - To work at the slaughterhouse. School would've been overwhelming not only from work, but the social aspects as well. He wasn't the best in school..
If he did happen to make it through high school, I doubt he'd go to college - but that's just me.
He would NOT be employed at age 12, as the Texas Child Labor Laws {finalized in 1993} state:
"The Texas Child Labor Laws make sure a child is not working in a job or way that could harm the child's safety, health, or well-being. Texas Workforce Commission (TWC) also has rules to make sure a job does not interfere with a childâs education. It is illegal to employ a child under 14 except under specific circumstances."
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Okay!! Now time for more personalized modern AU headcanons đ€
IF he had a phone {which I don't think he would, unfortunately} he'd like playing random mobile games. I'm talking Tetris-esque and solitaire games {and those of similar nature}.
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He'd grow his hair out - OP and I have talked about this; He'd grow it out a bit. Maybe not terribly long, but longer than his 2006 length. {I have no idea why this would be modern-related but it popped in my mind}.
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I don't know if Thomas would be the type to watch TV, honestly. Maybe whatever's on here and there - Eavesdropping on what the family's watching - But nothing too particular.
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The family would not spend money on mobile phones. I'm sorry, but they wouldn't..they really don't talk to anyone outside of the family, and even then, they'd most likely have a rotary or push-button phone.
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The Hewitts are poor, okay? Which leads me to believe Thomas would have a CD player as opposed to an online streaming service {for music}. I just envision this post.
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Possible Music Taste {Open to suggestions}: Type O Negative, The Smashing Pumpkins, Korn {momentarily}, Led Zeppelin, Mortician, Cannibal Corpse, Pantera, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Alice In Chains, Johnny Cash, The Highwaymen, Elvis {momentarily}, Lynyrd Skynyrd {momentarily}, ACDC {momentarily}, Slipknot {momentarily}, hear me out..Radiohead?
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Thomas would have more variety in his masks - Listen, rural Texas is still rural Texas, but it's not 1960's rural Texas. There'd be more variety in the people there {both from in and out of town}, which leads me to believe his masks would show that.
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The family would have a bit more variety in their food - Not by much, but still an influential amount. Think about it, Luda's community center/gas station would get some different things {especially in the 2020's}. Vapes, new chip and sweet brands, gum, different soda pop brands, more fast-food-esque stock, but still new stock nonetheless. I'm sure she'd bring some home for the family..even if it's just a bit.
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I think Thomas would dress relatively the same - Wearing his Sunday clothes to work at the bug-infested bloodfest that is the slaughterhouse {we love a gentleman}.
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Okay listen, I know this post is about Thomas but I just thought of something: Hoyt would want a phone. NOT because he's social, but because he wants access to certain things..with ease. The Hewitts wouldn't have internet but that doesn't mean Hoyt won't drive out somewhere. He'd have a Facebook account - You can't tell me different.
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yay modern Thomas playing solitaire with his momma
Low-key father Thomas Hewitt is fireâŒïžđ
Can you do father Thomas Hewitt headcanons with a 10 year old son that cries easily?
Thank you âŒïžđ - Yes I can
Very similar to my previous father!Thomas post in the sense that Monty would be constantly complaining about Thomas' son crying.
"Will you cut out that racket?" calm down Monty..
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Thomas is well aware of his kid's needs; Meaning he alters everything he can to fit them. That includes keeping his kid away from the carnage that ensues both in and out of the basement.
He also, believe it or not, spends less time in the basement to care for his son. If his son is frightened or overwhelmed (causing him to cry), Tommy will stop was he's doing to help.
Luda Mae helps as well - Tries to distract the kid best she can (when she's not at work.) She's really sweet to her grand baby, lots of praise and coddling (kinda like the scene in 2006 when she cleans up Bailey)
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Although Thomas didn't grow up in a...healthy household, he tries his best for his boy.
When he went up to check on his son before bed, he found him crying, tucked into the corner where his bed lay. Thomas sighed, brushing off his apron and sitting beside his son. He held out his arm, letting his son take it if he pleased (which he did).
After communicating through the issue, whatever it may be, Thomas always ends the night by hugging his son tightly and tucking him into bed. Depending on the time of year, he'll leave the window open, too.
In the morning, he'll ask momma to add extra of whatever they're having for breakfast onto his son's plate - Make sure to start the morning right đ«
This is how I view Thomas' love life btw:
He invites you to dinner: đ„°đ«đ
He invites you to dinner: đ„đ đȘ