#this is late and p ocs cause I ramped everything up to 11

[trickstermelon]

Anything and Everything u got mdude!

Oh boy that’s A Lot and it’s getting late so I’ll go Thomas centric— and specifically writhing ball of molten angst Thomas centric relating to that meme

- Both Trey and Thomas have extreme abandonment/self worth issues, obviously due to their family being torn apart at a pretty important developmental age

- while trey coped with his pain by becoming quiet and internalized, never lashing out or disobeying because he blamed himself and thought being a perfect child would reunite their family, Thomas became… obsessive

-he was old enough to realize that it wasn’t their fault for their fathers mistakes/disappearance. So his pain became anger, with a toxic combination of lack of self confidence turned into a Narcissistic complex

-his goals became only to protect the only family he had left— the only one he still considered his real family anyways, because what kind of family throws their own away?

- He treasures Trey like he would any of his dolls, he loves him with all his heart legitimately, but there were def moments early on when Trey would become scared of how controlling Thomas could be when other aspects of his life were beyond his control

- On to the development of his obsession for Chris. Their father was always at work, always distant— Chris filled that role for them, was the one who took care of their day to day needs.

- When they’re brought back together and are trying to reconnect the jagged puzzle pieces to assume any form of normalcy with their dad being an demon possessed child, Thomas unconsciously finds that his rage at their mistakes is channeled into something else. Something uncomfortable but demanding and punishing to them both.

- Thomas wants to love Chris again. He was never close to his father, but Chris he looked up to and trusted and adored with all his heart. He wants that back but there’s still so much pain. Every time they’re together and Chris doesn’t give him the affection he needs, he gets furious— but he isn’t the type for introspection, he misinterprets his own feelings as those of a passionate love rather than acknowledging that he’s still raw over past wounds.

- That must be what it is— he preens at Chris’s touch, he becomes jealous when Chris’s gaze focuses on anyone other than himself, he constantly wants to be by his side, finding any excuse to cling to him or pester him just to hold a conversation

- Meanwhile poor Trey has found that Thomas is no longer hanging out with him as much anymore, and internalizes it but is smart enough to realize and get a handle on his own problems- Chris— V— knows this Thomas— IV— is far from the carefree bratty child he used to be, but doesn’t realize exactly what’s the issue until Thomas kisses him one night when he’s half asleep in the lab

- Chris does Not Fuckin Condone this, but is frankly still too much of a coward to put his foot down. He rationalizes that Thomas meant to kiss his cheek, the angle was odd, maybe he slipped. He doesn’t let himself process Thomas’s unnaturally gleeful, victorious grin as he pushes past him to his proper bed.

- Thomas gets more daring after that, pushing his limits on what he can do, what he can get Chris to do. They’re always brushed off as accidents— Chris hoping they truly are, Thomas happily using the cover up

- Chris finally puts an end to it when Thomas creeps into his room when everyone else is asleep and forcibly kisses him, undeniably not a kiss of a brother.

- He gets him away and cornered, Thomas’s panic becoming a still hopeful attempt at seduction, then rage, and finally a break down.

- Chris has a headache - Thomas has more issues to sort through - With a lot of time and therapy they manage root out the issue and it becomes one very very awkward inside joke

- Anyways this version Thomas is a Right Nasty Gross Boy and needs a fuckin therapist and maybe a juice box. Also Trey needs to get some fresh air away from these creeps he can be part of the Tsukumo household now

- I’m so sorry