Thomas Mewitt

working on asks and shitposts brb guys

Hiii - As an ode to my first post {Thomas' Medical Analysis}, I thought about making him a 'medical chart'.

Thomas my little microorganism

Not everything on this chart is canon {such as diagnoses dates}

The Basics

Thomas {Brown Hewitt} was born on the 31st {not canon} of August, 1939 - He is currently 34 years old, canon-timeline. Thomas is 6'5 and around 300-330 lbs / 136-150 kgs.

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He has been previously diagnosed with:

Mental Retardation

Mental Deterioration

Deteriorating {Flesh / Facial?} Disfigurement | Interchanged with: Disfigurative Facial Disease

{Unreadable} Birth Defect {Assumed to be an Incomplete Unilateral Cleft}

Tendencies Towards Self-Mutilation

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What His Skin Condition Could Be

Cutaneous Lupus {CLE}

Pustular Psoriasis

Severe Cystic Acne

Pustular Rosacea

I'm gonna make this very clear - as I did in the original Medical Analysis - Thomas does NOT have skin cancer. He would not survive. And even if he did, He'd be bed-ridden or severely weakened.

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What His 'Mental Retardation / Deterioration' Could Be

Depression

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Autism / ASD {Most likely 'Level 1', also called 'Low-Support Needs', 'High-Functioning', Asperger's}

PTSD

Apraxia of Speech

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Here's screenshots of the document I made for him 🤓

This is my autism on full blast vro 𓆣

Me when my uncle forces our family into cannibalism {I enjoyed it} {would do again} {just stole the face of the guy I wanted but couldn't have}

Jumpscare + OG image below:

Do you think Thomas would kill someone who hurt you by his own instinct or if you ask him?

I think both, honestly. Thomas is a family-oriented, protective hunk of a man - You saw the way he cut up that biker boy, Thomas was pissed.

I think he'd tend to you first {even if it was mental pain} and then finish off the perpetrator. If the perpetrator was Hoyt or Monty...I don't think he'd hurt them. Stare them down, sure, but not hurt or tell them off. I love Thomas but he seems so submissive to his family that I doubt he'd defy them like that.

But overall, absolutely he'd kill someone for you :)

AHHH YAY I LOVE HER SO MUCH

changing my pfp back in honor of her

A gift (had to draw her from memory)

@taeaura

Working on Proprietorial...probably gonna introduce Henrietta and the Tea Lady/Kathryn {into the scene} in chapter 2/3 {writing ch2 rn hehehe}

Might do a {minor} time skip?? idk

ALSO!! There's gonna be way less typos thank god

Little synopsis for you: Ch2 is going to focus on the few days before the town fully dies - Specifically, the day before the slaughterhouse officially shuts down, Thomas gets fired, and Hoyt kills the sheriff. Ch3 will focus on that day + when Chrissie, Eric, Dean, and Bailey arrive :) Ch3 won't really mention the group that much, only in reference to Thomas' new 'face' as well as the dinner scene {as a 'flashback' reference..in a way?}. I added this in because I originally had the timeline before Monty lost his legs - and I kinda regret that..so! We're gonna make up for it with this :) I promise it'll be more coherent than it sounds 🫀

I think some of you forgot that autistic people sometimes act strange and say things that are poorly worded and speak with incorrect tone and misunderstand or miss social cues because they are autistic

I rarely interact with other blogs but i love yours so much, it warms my heart seeing another person so deeply interested in tcm and Thomas (psychoanalysis, incredibly well researched headcanons, etc) Idk if your autistic or not but i am and tcm is a big special interest of mine so ur posts just feed into it in the best way 🥹 Gnashing my teeth so joyfully

Ahh I'm so glad!! I'm also autistic, and yes - TCM has been a huge special interest of mine for a few months now {began just a bit before last year's summer}. I'm so glad you like my posts, I have a few Thomas-related things that I'm working on so trust more will be coming!

Upcoming posts:

The Hewitt's Reaction to a Modest Reader {Ask}

Thomas Hewitt x Affectionate S/O {Ask}

Thomas Hewitt x Plus Sized Reader

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in da clerb, we all fam

TW: Strong language, gore, self-depredation, TCM-related topics

This is so cringe I'm sorry

I don't remember the last time I felt competent; Worthy of anything really. Kill or be killed; Work 'till you drop, son. That's what uncle Charlie Hoyt told me. Not much I can do anymore. The meat plant closed almost four years ago and yet I still yearn for it. How I felt when I finally had a place to feel 'normal.' I felt like a freak, sure, but at least I had a purpose. Momma was happy, I was bringing in money, food; Something beneficial to the family name. Now, all I have is the basement. It's the only place that feels like my own. Everything else is either taken from me or shared with the family. I don't understand; Other families get to live peaceful lives. I don't know, what did we do? Why aren't I good enough? Momma tells me I'm good enough but I could never forget the horror painted on her face when she saw the wounds on my face years back. She was so worried, so angry with me that I would ever make her worry like that. When she first saw the masks; She always fostered my creativity but all that support decayed the moment she saw that mask. I remember his blood staining my face; It felt good. I wish it didn't, but it did. The way my sweat mixed with his blood felt like I became someone new. He was handsome, from somewhere with a purpose. Uncle Hoyt said he was reenlisting in Vietnam before he came here. I never knew too much about those things but I remember how I felt when Uncle Charlie left me. He never did come back. There was something different about him; That became especially clear that night when he killed the Sheriff. The day I got fired; The day that whore insulted my family. Maybe he was right. Maybe I am an animal. Momma tries to reassure me I'm not, but what if I am? What if that's all I'm meant to be. A dumb animal scurrying around with his dumb chainsaw-toy for food. Playing with his dolls and playing 'make-believe' just to feel special. I'm a failure, that I know for certain. But I know that if I leave; If I die then Momma and them will die too. I could never let that happen; Not when they're all I have. I need to fix things. I'll keep Momma happy, I swear I will. I'll make my uncles proud of me. I have to. I-

"Thomas! Thomas Brown Hewitt, you get up here right now!"

I hate to admit it, but I don't really like the dinners we have. I've gotten used to them; bland and unfulfilling, but it's all we have. Tonight was no different. Into the dining room where the remaining family members were seated, the "Sheriff", God I wish Uncle Charlie came back, was standing behind 'his' chair at the head of the table, leaning on his arms for support as they held the chair crest. Uncle Monty remained in his wheelchair, looking down at the table with his tired and unimpressed expression, opposite of Hoyt's deadpanned countenance. I know they're unimpressed with my disheveled appearance; I know I should be better.

"Sit down, son. Momma and I got a few things we have to discuss with you." Hoyt's voice spewed with condescending hues.

"You've done nothing wrong, hun, The Lord's just..challenging a bit extra us this month." Said Momma.

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Okay yay! You made it to the end again. I wrote this through Thomas' perspective as well as minor aspects of third-person. I was listening to 'Family Tree' and 'Hard Times' {Ethel Cain reference?} again and felt like yapping via Thomas. I'm open to feedback as I am on every post!

Much love, 🫀