#thunderheadxscott

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Sad part two

Maybe a part three later on.

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Uploading this just- as a upload as well tee hee

THUNDER HEAD AND HIS BABIES!!!

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Imagine thunderhead reasoning of adopting kids is not just because he was a orphan once but when during a mission, he witness a child death and even worse when trying to identify the kid, there’s no background of him meaning this child was a orphan and died with no family and this cause thunderhead to adopt kids who were abandoned by their families and stuff and to make sure that they are love(if that makes sense)

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Sorry for saying this on anon, just a little shy - My brother really loves your Thunderhead and Scott stuff, one of your Thunderhead comics made him feel really seen as a gay man and I think it is so wonderful that he gets to feel that way. Thank you so much for all of your art!!

Thank you So much btw, thats the whole reason why I wanted so badly when making him and reviving him. I wanted him to be more than another gay character used for a gag and killed off. It felt shallow, not intentionally im sure, but I wanted so much more for thunderhead.

He deserved so much more, I could stand another gay character from disney being just a cut away gag so i wanted to use the gift God gave for the purpose i know he gave me.

Thank you for reading! Issue 5 will be out soon!!!

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{Something to tell you}

THE ASYLUM PRESENTS:

Thunderhead (asylum)AU Fanfic

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Character’s Featured:

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Brantley’s (Thunderhead’s) POV

Me and scott walked through the hills of the park together, its fall, which meant it was cloudy all the time. I clutched my rosary in my hand really hard, the crosses pressed against my skin, I felt so…horrible. What’s Scott gonna think about me after this??? Scott’s hand was soft and cold. His hand was never sweaty, he was never nervous, always so calm and cool. I love that about him, will this be the last time I get to hold his hand? I’m so scared.

“Brant…You’ve been so somber lately, if you’re gonna tell me you’rere gay, you’ve kissed me plenty of times for the point to come across.” Scott’s voice rang out, breaking the silence amongst the soft wind and the few birds chirping.

“What? Oh no- that’s not what I mean. It’s something a lot heavier actually…” I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t know how to say this to him; what do you say to someone when you accidentally killed someone? I’m so scared

So scared.

“Brant?…are you okay?” Scott said, stopping me, and holding my hand with both of his, this thumb gently brushed up and down the back of my hand. This would usually calm me but I’m so scared, this may be the last.

“Scott…y-you’ll see when we get there.”

“You’re starting to scare me Brant. Did you steal something?” Scott said, still joking.

“…no.” I said stupidly, I shouldn’t be so cold. But if I show any emotion I feel the tears I choked back would spill.

Soon the two of us get to the old baseball field, it was large, surrounded by a chain linked fence and a half dome thingy that stops the ball from going too far. The grass was green and wet, there was the weird place baseball players sit in when they wait their turn, and bleachers behind it. I don’t know why…since those bleachers are kinda behind a wooden wall.

The field was nice though, however, the one thing I see that gives me nothing but dread and anxiety. Something I can’t even describe. Three photos of three boys. They…

They attacked me. To be honest they attacked me all the time. They always wanted me to snap and fight back, so they had a reason to beat me up. There we new flowers, some fruits left by family and friends. Today’s the anniversary.

“…Brant?? Why are we have the memorial?” Scott asked, his voice filled with pure curiosity. “Did you know these boys?? Honestly I barely remember them. But I heard they were struck by lightening can you believe it??”

Scott said this so plainly, so painfully plainly. He didn’t witness it, he only heard about it. To be fair it’s been four years. By now photos would’ve been taken down but I guess these boys were well loved. Even if they wanted me dead.

“Yea. They uhh- they bullied me…Scott?” Here we go.

“Yes Brant?”

“You know how…I showed you I could control the weather in a way? Not fully but I can make it rain and lightening and thunder and stuff?” I said, my voice attempting to contain my trembling. As I get on my knees, I do the sign of the cross. And I put down a bundle of these flowers sister Maria said were called Daffodils, good for apologies.

“Yes?” Scott said, as he stands there.

I stand and take his hand and sit down on the bleachers, I can hear thunder quietly rumble in the clouds, but they won’t rain. Not yet.

“Ya know these boys tormented me. For the longest time. The entire time I went into middle school they always found a way to torment me.”

“…Oh Brantley-“

“Don’t- don’t feel bad for me. I don’t deserve it.”

“What do you mean? Brantly if they were you bullies you don’t even need to-“

“Wait…The day they died they-“ I chocked. “They really picked on me. Picked on me harder than usual, before it was just crumpled paper and spit balls. The occasional dodge ball to my face. But that day. That boy there? Michael, he hit me in the face with a text book and then…I was drawing how I’d look if I was a superhero.”

I spoke and Scott just listened, his face had no judgement or fear, he looked at me as if I was telling him I spilled my brandflakes.

“When they saw it. They stole it from me and then they laughed at me. They laughed and jeered and they looked at me and they ripped my drawing in Half and in that moment I remembered when a heheh…sister Agnes slapped my elementary school teacher in the face for calling me dull.” I laughed but only for a moment, and Scott laughed with me.

“So I did that to Michael….his eyes, they were just. They just filled with so much rage and anger; I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so mad before. He looked at me as if I had cursed his family. So he jumped onto me…the other boys followed and they kept going and going. I couldn’t see straight. I was so dizzy, they stomped on my head over and over and they kicked me so much I felt I could throw up.” I said.

The events becoming fresh in my mind again. I can see the color the grass was, its length, the way the rain pebbled down on us. They were soft raindrops like most, but they were large. “We were soaking wet and I begged them to stop.” I said and I choked.

“Brant…”

“I begged them to stop.” It wasn’t working anymore, I could feel my eyes well up and my vision becoming blurry. My voice was tight and my throat closed up as I tried to breath. I covered my mouth and looked away. I felt Scott hands gently take my face, his thumbs caressing my face.

“You don’t need to say anymore-“ Scott said but I cut him off, and took his hands off my face and held them away from me.

“No you don’t understand I begged them to stop…but they kept going and going and then- Michael taunted me. In that moment I prayed…I prayed that God would hurt them like they hurt me and I mustered up all my anger and hurt and I yelled that I hated him…” I looked at the photos, I still remember their faces when the lightening came down. Their eyes wide and mouths agape. The light in their eyes fading when they hit the wet grass. How it felt lying there not knowing what happened…Well, in that moment I thought God killed them because I asked him too. I was terrified and I was terrified of God. In my little head I was brought up believing he was kind, and had unrelenting love but in my mind he just killed three boys cause I asked him too…then I discovered…” I felt sick. It was coming up again, my realization. It hit me when I discovered my powers, I laughed joyfully but when I remembered and realized lightning moved at my hands I sobbed through my laughs cause now I know.

“Now I know it wasn’t God who killed those three kids…it was…It was me.” I chocked out, I was already crying but now I felt like I was gonna faint.

“Brant!” Scott held my shoulders but I pushed him away, I didn’t deserve it.

“I killed them Scott…I killed them! I KILLED THEM!” I sobbed in my hands, the thunder rumbles loud and the light of lightening softened by cloud’s begin to manifest around us.

“Brant-“ Scott said, he sounded worried. Oh God he was scared. He was scared of me. God why, why did you give me these powers, I killed someone. I killed someone!

“Please- I’m-I’m sorry Scott. I’m a monster I know but- I didn’t mean it! Honest I didn’t! I didn’t mean to kill them!” I head my head, the world was loud. But I was the only one speaking, my heart felt like it was punching the inside of my chest and my ribs ached?

Flashes of the boy’s faces fill my head again, I was a monster. I didn’t deserve love, but I wanted it, I needed it from Scott. But now he thinks I’m a monster, and now the only love I’ll get it once again from God. And I won’t even get to go to heaven.

I’m a murder. A murderer!!!

I panicked, I spiraled, until I felt someone take me into their arms, and press my face into their shoulder.

“Brant!!…Brantley calm down. Calm down. It’s okay. It’s okay really. Really it’s okay.” Scott said softly, as he rubbed my back, I didn’t noticed till now the wind around us began to spiral, the wind was fast and I could feel sleet.

Scott pulled away, but then held my face and I leaned into the touch. I was so scared, any minute he’d tell me he hates me.

“Brantly…_Its really okay.” Scott said.

“What?”

“You were defending yourself Brantley! You didn’t mean for that to happen! I could tell..”

“How?”

“I can just tell…you were a kid Brant, terrified. I can’t hold this against you. Look you barely have control now.” Scott said he held me close again. The wind died down, and the rain slowed and the thunder was far away.

He held me, as the thunder died down all around us, and he held my face when all was calm. He pulled me close and I felt our lips meet.

My head was light and my heart felt fluttery. He pulled away and pulled me into another embrace, he held me, and I held on to him, I clutched his wool sweater. I was afraid if I let him go, I’d never see him again.

“Scott.”

Scott put a finger on my mouth. “Shhh…it was an accident. It wasn’t God, and it was barely you. I’m not gonna hold this against you. I.” He looked down, he looked like was thinking about what he was gonna say. “I love you too much.”

He said this; and my eyes only welled up again, and I felt relived. I cried again, like cried in Mother divines lap, begging her to ask God to forgive me. They both said the same thing. ‘It was an accident.’

I still think I’m a murderer. In someway, accident or not. But in this moment I Scott’s arms, the warmth of my tears made my pale face warm.

My greatest fear didn’t come to pass. I told him and he embraced me. I don’t know what to say…

Besides.

I love you too…

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