#thomas

[scaphismpriest]

stream doodles

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

- some more improv - Janus: Is it the Earl Grey, you're after? Virgil: CHANGE! Janus: Is it the Lord Grey, you're after? Virgil: CHANGE! Janus: *smirking* Is it me, you're after? Roman: Ooooooh, Cyril, come on now, you know Iiii've no room in my life for love now after my Eric Passed... Patton and Thomas *as the audience*: *sad awe* Janus: Oh! Mrs. Smith, I'm so sorry, I was- Virgil: CHANGE! Janus: Ooh, fuck that guy!

[books-4-life9]

random thing but i sort of feel like it's how they view him, as well as their personalities

to teresa he was always smart, ready to do the right thing and help people, a scientist with strong morals - hence the nickname, which is short and straight to the point - getting things done

however newt saw him as a friend and someone to comfort him - while he still saw the side teresa knew, he also saw some of the thought process behind it, and was more focused on the individual rather than the good of the many

this is sorta wrong but oh well

Teresa calling Thomas ‘Tom’ and Newt calling him ‘Tommy’ never ceases to kill me.

[thatsudricva]

Shoutout to Thomas the Tank Engine and Jax the Rabbit for teaching me how to draw facial expreasions

[aesthetic-bbyg]

I hate when I get excited to search a ‘character x reader’ and only find a dead fandom with a sprinkle of crumbs. LIKE HELLO? GET TO WORK.

[tomicscomics]

04/25/2025

Guess Who!

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: 1. In this Bible story, the apostles are hiding in fear and regret after Jesus's crucifixion. Suddenly, the resurrected Jesus shows up and they all rejoice. Well, all of them except Judas (who was... indisposed... if you catch my meaning) and Thomas (who presumably had errands). Later, when Thomas rejoins the apostles, they tell him they saw Jesus, but Thomas refuses to believe it. He's logical, but also very emotional after Christ's death. He needs to see and feel the wounds himself to believe. Days later, Jesus reappears while Thomas is with the apostles, and He offers for Thomas to feel His wounds. Thomas is amazed and believes now that he's seen, but Jesus blesses those who believe WITHOUT seeing. 2. In this cartoon, Peter tells Thomas about Jesus's appearance, and, as in the story, Thomas doesn't believe him. However, unlike in the story, as Thomas begins his declaration of doubt, Jesus sneaks up behind him and puts His hands over his eyes, urging Thomas to guess Who's behind him. The old "guess who" gag is popular among friends... so I'm told... though rarely do participants have giant see-through nail-wounds in their hands, defeating the purpose of covering someone's eyes. This is not only hilarious and funny, but also reverent and hole-y.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: One of my most popular comics, remastered for the modern age! This is a "Tomics Ascension," where I've taken a previously-redrawn comic (a "Tomics Resurrection") and redrawn it again! For my full breakdown of the previous versions, check out my latest free Patreon post, in which I bear my dark and tortured artist soul to the world for no money at all!

[revengesthings]

in LOVE.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

The Maze Runner x Y/N

[simbarf]

11:36 am.

[cbrcbbr]

well)))

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Can you write a muti slasher with an s/o that does this ⬆️

I belive you mean that they eat kinda lasily so that what I'll write. :)

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Art the Clown, Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, and Chop-Top Sawyer

Tired Eater

Art the Clown

Genuinely leaves you there

Tries to wake you up by snapping in your face

^gives up about five minutes later

Can't be bothered to wait for you

Will leave you there and come back later to pick you up

Tries to mime at you to get you to hurry up

Thomas Hewitt

Is very worried

Taps his momma's shoulder to ask her what to do

^Gets told to try and help you eat at least a little bit, then lead you up do bed

If Hoyt even tries anything, Thomas is chuncking him into a wall

^Fr, he got grounded (he wasn't allowed to see you for three hours)

Takes all the beatings for you

At first he thinks it's heat exhaustion so he tries to make sure you're not over-working yourself

^And god forbid he find out Hoyt is making you push yourself way past your limits

Nubbins Sawyer

You think you can be tired at a table with this guy?!

You are highly mistaken

He is, without a doubt, hooping and hollering, shaking you, shaking the table

He's shaking everything to keep you awake

Drayton yells at him a few times to cut it out

I like the idea that Drayton is a lot sweeter towards you rather than his brothers, so if you are still trying to eat after everyone else is done, he'll come over and gently shake you, tell you to go on up to bed, and that he's got the dishes tonight

Nubby doesn't understand why you're feeling this way, but he will grab you like a koala grabs a tree and hold onto you all night long, just to (try) to make sure you get enough sleep (should I start writing a series about how they sleep?)

Bubba Sawyer

So worried

He, like Thomas, is also worried that you might have gotten heat exhaustion

Despite Drayton yelling at him not to, he grabs you and carries you down to the basement with your food, hoping that it would be cooler down there so you could eat

He sits with you and helps feed you as well, hoping to help you feel better

He starts doing his chores quicker so he can start helping you with yours, hoping you won't get so exhausted

Chop-Top Sawyer

Again, he is hooping and hollaring, if you can still be tired through that, then even I'm worried about you

It kinda ends in the same way as Nubbins, however he is more worried about you then Nubbins

He knows a bit more, and knows it can still be pretty hot, so you probably have heat exhaustion

He tries getting you a fan, laying down on the floor with you (you ended up just falling asleep) but eventually, he just shook you awake and fed you

^Wouldn't suggest that tho as he can get kinda finicky when anywhere around your face, so he will start shaking and probably accidentally stab the roof of your mouth with the utensils he was using to feed you :|

Anyways, hope you enjoyed. Sorry it took me so long. I have another ask in my box that I will start working on soon.

@puppet200 @purpleeggyboi @th3-r4t-48 @zeroisreallygood @im-a-simp898 @artsycrow46 @evry1h8s-me @aflairforthemelodramaticc @caretaleandotherstuff

[1423nam]

Thomas accidentally walking in on you and Rafayel. Alsoo.. got yandere Xavier comic in the works..

[thewolffairytaler]

Hi🌹✨

I hope it's not too inappropriate but may I request a pregnant reader x Thomas Hewitt? Like fluff, how he'd be overprotective, obsessed💐❤️

Thank you🌸🪻

One devoted husband | Obsessed Thomas Hewitt x pregnant reader

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Summary: It ain’t easy living in Texas, but it isn't easier to survive with the Hewitt family. However, Thomas does remind her of why she even obliged to stay with him. He makes it nice. He can't always protect her from his own family and their viewpoints, but he does make it better. Even when they are times where she questions if he would ever turn on her too.

The promise of a July rain and the aroma of wildflowers filled the hot Texas air. Thomas moved with surprising gentleness, adjusting the thin blanket around his partner, his face motionless and unreadable beneath the hideous mask of stitched-together skin. Beneath the fading flowered frock, her bulging belly from their child had a soft curvature that contrasted sharply with the hardness of their surroundings.

In the harsh terrain of his life, her presence had created a tenuous haven. The world had been a clamour of hunger and need before she arrived, a never-ending battle for existence. With Y/n, his life now had meaning that was interwoven with everything else. She may not have initially been drawn to him out of full commitments, but rather by her own compass of survival and a whispered sense of pity in the mute, scarred guy. At this shift in him, the other men in his family complained, their eyes narrowed in mistrust, but Thomas ignored them. He was hers and Y/n was his. For her, he was an oddity made of damaged mind and muscle, a beast against the world.

He watched her now, her hands gently stroking the growing swell of their child, her eyes the soft colour of a weathered palette. She was radiant, even with the dust that clung to her skin and the worry that sometimes flickered across her face. He reached out a hand, calloused and scarred, and hesitantly touched her arm, his hum deepening into something akin to a rumble of contentment. She turned to him, a small smile gracing her lips, and he felt something within him loosen, a tension he hadn't even realised he held. Y/n knew him, understood the chaotic storm raging beneath the leather mask. She saw the silent tenderness, the longing for something gentle, something good.

Carefully guiding her through the house's tight threshold, he brought her inside. His senses were overwhelmed with the familiar smells of old wood, grease, and dried blood, yet even these smells seemed subdued today, somehow mellowed by the strawberry-sweet perfume that Y/n always wore. He had observed her meticulously caring for the little patch of berries and wildflowers she had planted close to the porch. little bursts of colour in the otherwise subdued, dusty environment. It demonstrated her tenacity and the obstinate optimism that blossomed amid the violence and mayhem she encountered upon her arrival. He led her to the old, woven armchair, its stuffing spilling out in places, and carefully helped her settle in. He retrieved a worn blanket, another of Y/n's small comforts, and tucked it around her with painstaking care.

His hum became to a steady, gentle throb of devotion as he continued to stare at her. She captivated him with the soft curve of her belly and the miracle that blossomed beneath her skin. In a manner that words could not express, he realised that he was now inseparable from her and the child she was carrying. With all his might and resources, he would defend them, even if it meant facing Hoyt's wrath.

His typical lumbering pace was a sharp contrast to his precise, almost delicate, movements as he made his way to the kitchen. He poured her a glass of milk, being especially cautious not to spill any. A tablespoon of honey, a rare treat he had discovered tucked away in the ancient pantry, was added. With his gaze fixed on her face, he brought it to her and watched as she took tiny, delicate sips, her cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink.

He crouched beside her chair, resting his large hand on her knee, feeling the gentle warmth of her skin. He pressed his cheek to her leg, nuzzling against her in a way that was almost kittenish. Y/n’s hand came to rest on the back of his head, her fingers gently combing through the short, rough hair beneath the leather. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mask, her lips lingering for a moment. It was a silent communication, a declaration of a love that somehow defied logic and expectation, a tenderness that bloomed in the shadows of their harsh reality.

This frail woman and the baby developing inside her were his entire universe. Yes, he was obsessed since their welfare had become the centre of his universe. Within the walls of their dilapidated, dusty house, he would hunt, guard, and create a safe haven. If only for her, he would learn how to be a partner and to treat the delicate miracle of life with the same tenderness and care that he had grown to love her. He had no desire to subject children to the suffering of his world. He would be their silent, loyal guardian, keeping them secure and loved. With complete devotion, he would offer them everything he had, which at the time was everything of himself. The dust motes swirling in the air were illuminated by the Texas sunlight streaming through the dirty window, and for a brief moment, there was calm in the little, peaceful area of the earth they had made. And in that tranquilly, a silent vow between a silent man and his expectant wife blossomed, a love as wild and fierce as the land around them.

[imsonormalipromise]

Thinking about The Maze Runner again....

Thinking about Newt....

Thinking about Newtmas...

THINKING ABOUT "Thomas turned to see Newt there, smiling. That grin sent a wave of reassurance through Thomas, as if he were finding out the world was okay again."

Actually tweaking out rn

[potter-solomons]

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