Thatcher Davis - Tumblr Posts
School has been killing me, but I could do some doodles (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
🎃Happy late Halloween guys and gals!!🎃
I hope you guys have a nice Halloween, if not don't worry you have that candy, Go ham on it and throw up the next morning. Don't go into people's houses and make sure you check your candy. have a lovely Halloween and enjoy this fanart🎃
Also I made some fanart for star push fever. Also if you didn't know it's not related to the Mandela catalogue no more, the creator. kie. Has said themselves, and I just included it in here with TMC because I thought why not, They're both related Halloween art for the spooky season anyways.
police buddies hanging out
A couple of police people and a war veteran tech guy that helps the mcpd sometimes, Just hanging out. I like to think that all of them, would go out and get Starbucks together and gossip and talk about what's happening in their life. That's my hc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I have made some silly doodles of the Mandela dragons
Anyways got to go because I'm tired
Thatcher helps the jester
Hola. Yo Tengo un sorpresa later. There will be something special tomorrow.. hopefully. I need to try and not be lazy and actually work on it, but I have to deal with some family stuff of course because spending time with family. I cannot say it'll be done tomorrow, hopefully, maybe. Anyways adios mi amigos, Buenos dias or buenas noches ✨
Enjoy this art piece I made :]
HELL YEAH ME AND MY TWIN DOING ASK BLOGS
Thatcher Davis ask Blog!
🌕🥀“I’m going to kill this thing If It’s the last thing I fucking do… I’m alive… but part of me doesn’t want to be” 🥀🌕
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there’s 100% A LOT of other Thatcher ask blogs, but I wanted to share my personal take on the guy! This blog goes in conjunction with @thequasarwinds @adamurray88 blog, so any applied HCs will be the same across these. I hope this blog could serve as a duel blog for canon and AUs we have If this gets more popular In the feature! It was mostly inspired by @jonahmarshall77 so thank you for giving us the inspiration to start our own ^^!
RULES
-flirting is okay! But no NSFW
-a minor is running this account so please do keep that in mind :>
-HCs ofc will be applied
-Be respectful, use common sense and don’t be rude
-have fun! Im rather open And chill. Mess around as much as you want or be incredibly serious I don’t have any boundaries or triggers regarding serious topics as long as it isn’t 18+
BLOG/AU TIMELINE + INFO
Takes place during volume four but before catalyst or Presto
He’s 42 years old (with Ruth being a year older)
has some scars from jumping through the window in volume: 333
TAGS
#Thatcher Davis Answers. And Thatcher Davis asks. (I Hope these work? I’m new to tumblr HDKDBDJDHDHD)
anything out of character will be tagged #ooc or #out of Character
🌕🥀“I dont want You to be afraid of me kid.”🥀🌕
It's autumn which means that I have an annual autumn desire to draw Thatcher
class starting up has significantly slowed down production but we still make bangers
cesar and Jonah ARE approaching
A Dark And Stormy Night
tw for minor body horror
it's a dark and stormy night.
to be entirely honest, it's cliche. it knows it's cliche, but it's all it can think, looking out the window. raindrops patter against its face and it winces, closing its eyes a little.
the already black sky is completely logged with clouds, lightning illuminating the darkness in spite of stars. it feels something uncomfortable shift in its ribs and grimaces, altering its position in the passenger seat to make up for it.
he glances over at it, looks away again. it doesn't blame him, imagines how it must look now. it notes quietly he doesn't have a rearview mirror or any on either side of the car- that's stupid, and dangerous, but it would also be stupid and dangerous to have them.
he doesn't tell it to roll the window up, but it does after a moment anyways. guilt drags heavy on its bones and skin, and the last thing it wants is to get the inside of his car wet.
it opens its mouth, finds its tongue and teeth aren't in the right positions, and closes it again. if it talks, it'll come out wrong. it doesn't want to make him any more uneasy than it already has.
"you alright over there, kid?" he doesn't take his eyes off the road when he finally breaks the sound of tires on wet asphalt, rain on the metal roof of the vehicle. "I mean, as alright as the circumstances can allow, obviously."
the engine hums in both their bones. bones that click into place. tendons that quietly shift under skin. minds that slowly meld into one. the catalyst was the spark. it's only a matter of time now before it all goes up in a burning inferno of hell.
why did you help me.
it puts a hand over its mouth, but that doesn't stop the sound, if you could even call it that. it isn't... physical, like vibrations from vocal chords. it's something tinged with static, something that curls around the edges of his already-curdling psyche. he winces, and it feels more guilty.
"I don't know," Thatcher admits at length, tapping out an uneasy rhythm on the steering wheel. "you're a kid. you deserve better than that."
it swallows thickly, bleach still burning the nerves behind its eyes. he'd expected it to kill him, but instead it just ate away at all the soft tissue until there was nothing human left but the murky red puddle at its feet. that's why it's an it, not a he.
I'm a monster.
Thatcher lets out a weak chuckle that gives way to a wet-sounding cough. "aren't we all?"
you have no idea how true that is about to be. it hisses and bangs a fist on the center console, startled into speaking out loud. the words are distorted and feel wrong and don't sound like a voice so much as a machine trying to replicate one, but at least they're real. "sh-shit. I didn't mean to-"
"I get it. I get it, it's okay." he doesn't understand what it just said, but he also does, in a way. he can feel it burrowing into the back of his mind, too. he's had MAD for a long time now. "listen. I've been living with that kind of shit for years now. you're not trying to hurt anyone, and as long as you aren't, nothing you say will affect me. alright?"
it nods weakly, feeling sick. half-melted vocal chords strain to get words out. "I'm sorry."
"don't be. it's not your fault."
but it is. I'm the catalyst. everyone is fucked over and it is very much my fault.
Thatcher glares over at it, and it flinches back. he immediately pulls back, mutters an apology of his own. "don't say things like that. if anyone's to blame, it's me. there are at least four people dead because of things I didn't do to protect them. you never asked for any of this, it was all laid out for you before you were even- born, or whatever. but I had it coming."
it closes its eyes again. I want my mommy.
he pauses, processing that. after a minute, he gives up. there's not much to say.
"we'll be back at my place soon. just gotta hold on until then, okay?"
"...okay."
it turns its eyes back outside. it's a dark and stormy night.
OHH MY GOD OH MY GOD ITS THEM ITS THEM!!!
Dear Ruth.
Hello tumblr, here is my contribution to the Mandela catalog fandom for the day
Mr disaster himself (Thatchers VA) said this was cool so my year has been made
ruth n thatcher comp
2nd is a crisper version of my guardian angel piece for @b0nkcreat
3rd is them in re4 outfits
thought too hard about thatcher davis (again)
thinking about the fact that the mark heathcliff case was probably thatcher’s first big case after being promoted to lieutenant, right after he promised the people of mandela to do right by them and he instantly fails at that promise. how often do you think mark’s words about no one coming to save him, not even the police plague his mind ? how often do you think he stays up just replaying how things could’ve been different. thinking about the fact that he can’t even properly grieve ruth because if he lets himself feel all those emotions then who’s going to look out for the people ? thinking about the fact that ruth and him probably went through training together, two people who just want to help the citizens of mandela because they’ve grown up surrounded by fear not realizing the horrors that await them. how often do you think he just stares at sarah’s grief filled emails thinking if he had done something sooner this poor girl would still have her brother ? the fact he must feel so much resentment and guilt for joining a police force who refuses to help those affected by alternates.
before I die
i'd like to do something nice
take my hand and I'll take you for a ride
collab with 2023 me teehehehhwe