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absolutly-not-an-alien · 6 months

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The ms paint brush is my life-blood rn

#tmc #the mandela catalogue adam #the mandela catalogue presto #the mandela catalogue fanart #the mandela catalog #the mandela catalogue #thatcher tmc #tmc thatcher #tmc fanart #tmc memes #adam murray #adam tmc #the mandela catalog thatcher #dispairduo #dadcher #dadtcher #thatcher davis

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endless-shelter · 8 months

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Three of Swords

UPRIGHT: Heartbreak, emotional pain, sorrow, grief, hurt REVERSED: Negative self-talk, releasing pain, optimism, forgiveness

Of course the old depressed weird emo man who lost his best friend and has dad energy is my favourite character. Call me a member of the TDS [Thatcher Defence Squad]

#art #my art #fanart #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalog fanart #tmc #tmc fanart #thatcher davis #thatcher davis tmc #tmc thatcher #thatcher tmc

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voidthesquished · 9 months

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“Just tell me what happened. Everything.”

#mandela catalogue #tmc #the mandela catalogue #HE CALLED ADAM KID IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF #adam murray #thatcher davis #presto #mandela catalyst #adam tmc #thatcher tmc #tmc Spoilers #cw spoilers

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hazel-nethzzz · 2 months

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Saw the tweet and i HAD to make this

The original photo erm

#despairduo #im insane abt them #not shipping ofc #if you do i hope the alternates get you #i saw that on i think pinterest and i got the idea IMMEDIATELY #the mandela catalogue #adam murray #tmc #mandela catalogue #tmc adam #thatcher davis #thatcher tmc #tmc thatcher #erm #>_<

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kass-xoxo333 · 6 months

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I'm alive 🤯

#lol #mandela catalogue #tmc #fan art #the mandela catalogue #art #tmc au #thatcher tmc #tmc thatcher #thatcher davis #adam murray #adam tmc #tmc adam #not a ship #love these two

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beansforwhat · 6 months

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Them

All of Thatchers shirts simultaneously being too big and too small on Adam

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dantesdamndillegence · 1 month

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Every night’s movie night with Lt. Davis!! 😦

#thatcher davis #tmc fanart #digital art #thatcher tmc #the mandela catalog fanart #Art

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sme-esh · 1 year

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"Seventeen years in counting. Fear dwelling at the bottom of my stomach eating away at me like a cancer. The billowing of broken parents. Cries of sisters asking where their brothers went. All drowned out by the humming of fluorescent lights."

#smeesh archives #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #thatcher davis #thatcher tmc #analog horror #fanart #illustration #lineless art #its our favorite emo #also known as “baby girl”#this was really fun to do

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ltdavis · 4 months

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silly little things my friend got me to do (thanks mars) , i love crayons again

eat up :3

#the mandela catalogue #thatcher davis #cesar torres #cesar tmc #thatcher tmc #tmc fanart #my sillies

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thiccydriftyy · 16 days

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Mothdela: The Beginning.

TRIGGER WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, LOSS OF CLOSE FRIEND, GREIF, IMPLIED PEDESTRIAN BEING HIT BY A CAR, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH AND INJURY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

The year was 2005, on a chilly winter night. The normal routine in the forests of Mandela County commenced, bunnies and bears laying to rest- And the moth people awakening. Well, most of them. Some of them were actually day-flyers!

Some wake up a few hours earlier than most. The Mandela Forest Police have to awaken at sundown so they can scout the area and make sure nothing is amiss. Inside a small cottage, a Luna moth stretches his wings, before wrapping a silk blanket around himself and heading outside. It was cold out…

The moth’s name was Thatcher, one of the Police here in this small town hidden in the forest. He looked towards the larger cottage that his best friend lived in, her name was Ruth. She was a Polyphemus moth.

Ruth lived in the cottage right next to Thatcher’s, and she’s usually waiting outside to greet him. But this time, Ruth wasn’t here… where is she? The Luna moth knocks on her door, figuring she must’ve gotten back late from her expeditions and accidentally slept in. Ruth had an adventurous spirit, she loved to explore the ‘human world’. The moth always brought back trinkets galore, in fact she had recently brought Dave these weird “tape” things that Thatcher didn’t understand the purpose of. Apparently, they are supposed to show you cool “videos” on a “television”. He has no idea what any of that means-

-But that’s enough pondering over strange human objects. Ruth still wasn’t here… and there was no response to Thatcher’s knocks.

When there was no answer, the moth decided to enter her cottage himself. The door was left unlocked, how strange. She’s usually very careful about locking it while she’s away. However, Thatcher had not a single reason to worry. She probably just forgot to lock it!…

…But as he looked around the large cottage, he realized that she wasn’t here at all. That was when he finally realized that something is amiss, and the moth began to worry. Did she start her shift early? Maybe she’s just already out on guard duty. He knows exactly where she should be today, as this was the day they shared a full shift together. Thatcher rushed to the outside of the small town, trying to keep his anxiety under control. She was fine. He was just worrying too much again. Ruth always told him that he was too anxious for his own good.

As he approached the outskirts of the town, where she was supposed to be, there was not a single sign of her presence. The Luna moth’s wings flare out to display his own eyespots- a nervous habit. Maybe she’s just further out into the forest for whatever reason…? He travels a little deeper into the forest, calling her name, only to get no response again. This- This isn’t normal. She’s usually around here somewhere. Why can’t he find her anywhere? Where is she? What if one of the humans got her? Thatcher was extremely worried for her safety and well-being. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible happened.

Luckily, he had one more thing to try before he’d have to report to the scouts. Her large wings are very noticeable from above. The eyespots stick out like a sore thumb. So he flutters his wings and takes off, hoping that he can spot her from above. Firstly, he flies back to the town and circles it like a hawk. She’s not there. So, he flies above all of Ruth’s assigned stations for guard duty. She’s not there. Flies all around the forest. She’s not there. As a final resort, he takes a risk and starts to fly towards the outer areas of the forest, where humans were more likely to reside. He hoped he wouldn’t be spotted by a human…

Eventually, he gets to the backroads that cut through the forest. He started to look around, and it looked normal at first. Nothing special, just some stupid little road that the humans destroyed the forest to build… So with a worried sigh, he turns back around to report to the scouts. They’re just going to have to ask around, and hope that someone has seen her somewhere.

Until, he catches something on the road in the corner of his eye. Looked like roadkill at first. Thatcher scoffed. Humans just love to kill animals for shits and giggles, huh? He approached it, planning to drag it away so it wouldn’t attract any other animals to the dangerous roads. But as he got close enough to make out what animal it was, he realized it wasn’t an animal at all…

It was a broken-off eyespot, laying in a pool of blood.

His chest tightened, recognizing the fragmented wing as Ruth’s. Dropping down from the sky, he rushes on foot to examine the gruesome scene. There were shredded pieces of her wings and fur everywhere, all laying in blood that was at least a few hours old. He gasped in shock and terror, and as he does, he inhales a foul stench that could only be described as rotten. Something happened to Ruth.

Thatcher frantically looked around for clues of her whereabouts, quickly finding out that the pool of blood trailed off into the forest. He followed the crimson trail without hesitation, having only a slimmer of faith that Ruth was still alive. Whatever happened to her, it looked bad. As he followed the bloody path, the smell of rot only got stronger. He began to tear up. Not only from the smell, but from the fear that his best friend is no longer alive.

Finally, he sees a pair of crumpled-up wings in the distance.

Its Ruth! It’s her! He runs towards her, trying to remain hopeful. He’s sure that in a few hours, she’ll be all patched up and fine, smiling like she always does. He couldn’t wait to see her smile again.

But he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t see that smile again.

He realized that as he shakily approached her body, getting a closer look at her grotesque injuries. Her legs were horribly deformed, looking like they got crushed by a bear. Her fur and skin were stripped away, leaving her flesh exposed. Dirt and rocks had wedged their way into her exposed flesh, causing her to bleed out more. There were scrapes and bruises all over her. Her wings were severely damaged, rendering her unable to fly. Many bugs surrounded the once lively moth. She smelled strongly of death.

No, no, no, no…

He could only stare at her body, wondering how much pain she was in during her last moments. How long did it take her to drag herself from the road to the forest, without functioning wings or legs? A sob escaped Thatcher’s throat, collapsing to his knees at the bloodcurdling sight of his best friend’s corpse.

He had no idea how long he spent crying next to her. The sun has gone down completely, the full moon on full display. Ruth always told him that she thought of him when she looked at the full moon. Now, he’ll return the favor by seeing her in the stars.

Slowly, he takes off his silk blanket and wraps it around her body. He couldn’t bear to see her cold and alone any longer. He picks her up and hugs her for what would be the last time, walking back in the direction of the town to report the death of beloved Ruth Weaver.

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IN LOVING MEMORY OF RUTH WEAVER

1964-2005