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I guess I’m the Fatui headcanons guy now

Hi! I just wanted to say I love everything you write for warrior nun (& butch bea especially!!) If you're ever in the mood to write more ficlets can I put in my vote for something about mary and ray? the part about them made me so happy !

[a little something!]

'don't laugh at me,' you say, coming downstairs from your guest room at beatrice and ava's to where they're sitting and doing a puzzle at the kitchen island. well, beatrice is doing the puzzle, diligently finishing the edges, while ava just kind of sits and stares. it's... kind of ridiculous, but beatrice had been hurt; there's still a bruise on the back of her head, turning green now — painful, and healing — and the brace over a compression sleeve on her leg. but she's only using one crutch now, and the incision down her stomach has knit together fully now. she's a little stir-crazy, you think, but also pretty tired still — and has been relegated from olympic-level judo to things like puzzles, so, of course, ava had come home with ten of them.

'we'll definitely laugh at you,' ava says, looking up with a grin.

'why wouldn't we?' beatrice asks, attention still on the puzzle pieces.

you sigh. you're happy for them — so, so happy — but the two of them together are also the bane of your fucking existence. ava makes beatrice's shoulders relax, makes a big smile stretch on her face, makes her laugh, every single day; beatrice makes ava brighter, which had seemed impossible, but now you watch them in their own home and you ache, you hug them tightly every night before they go to bed while you stay here while your apartment is finalized. they also, however, love to collectively make fun of you. no shooting allowed, in this new world, even though ava would still be fine. whatever.

'i'm — i'm going on a date.'

'oh, we know,' beatrice says. 'ray hasn't shut up about it for days.'

'so you know what we're doing? thank god, i have no idea what to wear.'

ava grins. dangerous. you could kick her off a cliff again, you really could. 'yeah, we can't tell you where though.'

you roll your eyes. maybe you could swipe a puzzle piece when they're at the beach, that would drive beatrice nuts. 'can you, like, advise an outfit, at least? i've worn all black forever but i don't think that's the vibe.'

'yeah, hot mercenary is not the theme.' ava grins. 'but i love shopping. and bea knows all the good spots.'

'okay, but not boring spots.'

'ava has never complained a day in her life about me being boring.' you just let it pan out from there, ava's adoring smile, the familiar scratch to the back of beatrice's head, so soft and careful, the way beatrice's hands still on their puzzle pieces and her chin lifting, just slightly, so ava bends near her, like a willow to water, and kisses her. eventually, beatrice turns to you. 'see?'

'i don't need you making out to know that you're into each other,' you grumble.

'oh, if you want to see us making out,' ava says, but beatrice puts a gentle hand on ava's wrist. 'okay, never mind. but... shopping! bea, do you feel good enough to go? otherwise i'll just facetime you everywhere.'

beatrice laughs. 'yes, i can go. i'll just sit while mary tries things on.' she turns toward you. 'i know it can be — daunting, to figure out who you want to be. maybe it won't be; ava's always enjoyed it.' ava preens. 'but we'll have fun; i'll take you places where there will be stuff you might be interested in. and, at any time, if you want to leave, just say the word.'

'okay,' you relent — you want to look good for your date, and, as you look at ava in her flowy wide-leg pants and especially beatrice, in a favorite, soft crew neck, you realize that you desperately, and joyfully, want to know who you are.

/

as promised, beatrice does take you to stores that have interesting clothes — expensive, not that that's anything you'd worry about at this point — and sneakers you had always wanted when you were younger. beatrice finds a pair of dunks that you think are both very clean and, as expected, extremely boring; you get a few that are more interesting, jordan 1s and 4s and a pair of union dunks. ava knocks over a whole rack of clothes, who knows how, but charms the attendant so much they end up laughing as she helps pick things up.

there are a few more stores, with t-shirts and flannels and perfectly fitting pants. they're fancy, you know, understated and cool, and everyone knows beatrice and ava; they're happy to see them, although everyone is worried about beatrice, who handles things like a champ: she's just fine, a cycling accident in spain; recovery has been easy and she's glad to be out of the house; yes, she wants that hoodie even though — with a laugh — she definitely doesn't need it, but ava will steal it anyway.

you can tell this one is beatrice’s particular favorite, because when ava holds the door for her and beatrice walks through — slowly, but steadily, fairly coordinated with her forearm crutch opposite the big leg brace, one of the attendants shoots forward. he’s, well, beautiful, with perfect braids and and dark skin, cargo pants and a pair of off whites you don’t even want to think about how much they cost.

‘beatrice,’ he says, seemingly torn between grinning and frowning, and wraps her in a careful, familiar hug.

‘hi jalen,’ she says, and then jalen hugs ava too, who smiles into his shoulder.

‘hey bud.’

‘i’ve missed you both,’ he says. ‘how are you feeling?’

‘much better,’ beatrice says. ‘i had a facial and a massage yesterday, and down to one crutch, so i can’t complain.’

‘first, still obsessed with your hair.’ he ruffles the top, and you’re a little floored, because beatrice just laughs. ‘and, secondly, ava, you’re okay?’

‘spick and span,’ she confirms, offering two dorky thumbs up that just come off, annoyingly, as charming.

‘jalen, this is mary,’ beatrice says. ‘one of my oldest friends. mary, this is jalen. he’s a regular at ava’s bar and my favorite stylist.’

‘quite the resume,’ you say, and shake his hand.

he smiles. ‘if only beatrice would add keiko’s boyfriend to that list.’

ava snorts. ‘we would if it was true.’

‘one day.’ he sighs. ‘anyway, what are we here for today? we just got the new aime leon dore crews, beatrice.’

‘while i will be getting one of those for sure,’ she says, ‘more importantly, mary has a date tonight! and, plus, needs some new things anyway. she’s been away on business.’

‘delightful.’ he looks you over. ‘i’m feeling a tasha cloud, arike ogunbowale kinda vibe.’ he smiles, excited. ‘what do you think?’

‘i’m into it,’ you say, your chest warming: beatrice knows you; she loves you; she wants to share her life and all the good things in it. she’s built it herself. she knows who will understand.

‘great! and, please tell me if you don’t like something. my feelings won’t be hurt at all, and we want you to feel awesome.’

‘that — yes,’ you say, a little choked up out of nowhere, and you spare a glance at ava and beatrice. beatrice has settled on a couch, her leg outstretched, while ava looks through some crews and holds them up for beatrice to pick a favorite. ‘that sounds perfect.’

jalen helps you find a few pieces you love, that you can mix and match for a number of outfits. it’s surreal, to get to choose what you want — to wear every day; to wear by the beach; to wear to drinks with your sisters, so in love it’s impossible to really be annoyed; to wear on a date.

eventually, beatrice starts to fade, slumping over on ava’s shoulder on the couch, her eyes fluttering, which makes you laugh — and then jalen too, who understands somehow, that she’s okay. or, at least, that she will be.

ava tells jalen to charge everything to their account; she’d told you when you’d first come that the church pays for whatever they want, and, plus, they have beatrice’s essentially infinite trust fund anyway. you leave with a few bags, but not before you ask jalen where he gets his braids done and he grins and gets your number to send you the information. it’s one of a few in your phone; your world grows every day.

/

'okay,' you say, looking at yourself in your mirror one last time. 'good?'

'you look sexy,' ava says, helpful as always, but bea laughs softly and squeezes your hand.

'you look amazing,' she says, and she really means it. ray hadn't told you much, just that it was casual and no pressure. she's known beatrice for a while now and so, you know, she seems to understand the hesitancy toward big things, a big life. beatrice has one now, and you want one too. it's different, so different than what you thought you would have. but it's not bad; in fact, most of the time it's good.

you tie a flannel around your waist for when it inevitably gets cooler later; you had your braids redone two days ago and your babyhairs are down perfectly. ava is basically vibrating when — endearingly, because she definitely has a key — ray rings the doorbell.

'go, go!' ava says, spinning you by the shoulders in the direction of the stairs. 'beatrice and i are going to ... stay in on your balcony, i guess. right, bea?'

it feels a little like they're your parents or something; whenever lilith visits she trudges along behind them like a teenager being dragged out of her bedroom. but beatrice's smile is gentle and she takes ava's hand. 'yes, i'll make sure that ava gives you your privacy.'

you take a deep breath and nod. 'wish me luck.'

'godspeed,' ava says. 'we definitely won't stay up late waiting on the couch to make sure you get home by your curfew.'

despite yourself, you laugh.

/

ray brings you flowers and you kiss her cheek and she smiles at you, bright in the setting sun, and takes off her sunglasses and opens your car door.

'this is about as lowkey as it gets,' she says, 'but i thought we could get some in n out and watch the sunset on the beach. i know you get to watch the sunset from beatrice and ava's every day, but i have a spot i love that i want to share with you. i brought some craft beer i like, if you want a drink.' she pauses, grips the steering while tight in her hands, and it sets you at remarkable ease when you realize — she's nervous too. she's excited too.

'that sounds amazing.' she smiles and it's worth it; it's so worth it.

she lets out a relieved breath. 'okay, sweet. do you have an in n out order?'

'i've never actually been.'

'god, that's a crime.'

'look, i've only been in california for a month.'

'that's a whole month!'

you laugh at her genuine dismay. honestly, you didn't think you would be staying; you hadn't even brought more than a few days clothes in a duffel when lilith teleported you. you had planned to stay and take care of beatrice and help ava for a week tops. but then, well — 'better late than never, right?'

'so much better,' ray says, and turns on good 90s r&b while you wait in what you think might be the world's longest drive thru, although when you say that ray just laughs. she's beautiful, and your mind drifts slightly when she licks her fingers after finishing her burger, the pink clouds washing over the both of you. there are a few streaks of grey coming into the inky black of her hair, a mess of curls, and you wonder what it might be like to tangle your hands in it. to let her kiss you. to touch her back.

you talk about everything and nothing at once: who you are, but not the worst parts. not yet.

the sun sets and you put your flannel on and ray grins. 'you look really good,' she says.

'thanks. i — beatrice took me shopping.'

'ah,' ray says, 'my favorite activity to share with her. i love when she charges things to her account.'

'it was pretty sweet, honestly. i — well, you knew her, when you first met. getting out of our old line of work, at least for me, it's a lot of just... trying to figure out who i am now. who i want to be.'

'well, if tonight is anything to go by, and how highly beatrice and ava speak of you, who you are is incredible.'

you duck your head, busy yourself with gathering the napkins from dinner and putting them in the bag. you lift your head and the sun sits gold on the horizon behind ray's head. you almost laugh, then, in a little bit of disbelief — the kind of blessing you are just coming to understand. thank you, shannon, you pray. when ray smiles at you, her eyes squinting in the light, you allow yourself to really wonder: there is a halo around her head, some kind of saint, some kind of holy.

you wonder about resurrections and how ava loves so full, how beatrice is quiet and attentive and so deeply herself, now. you wonder about all of it — hell and grace and the rough orange blanket beneath you and the apartment you'd just gotten approved for, the scar along your shoulder from years ago and how often it rains here. you wonder about all of it, as you cup ray's jaw in your hand as gently as you can and ask is this okay? and she smiles — yeah, of course — and kiss her, in the remnants of the sun and the inky dusk setting in over the waves. the tide goes out, and a beautiful woman kisses you. it's a life. it's one hell of a life.

she holds your hand on the drive back to beatrice and ava's house, and when you open the front door ava scrambles up the stairs to, you guess, act like she wasn't watching out the front window, but beatrice still has her crutch and just waves from the couch, nonplussed. ray had walked you to the door and kissed your cheek and heads back to her car with a little wave in beatrice's direction, and you close the door.

'did you have a good time?' she asks, sleepy and looking like she'd showered earlier, comfortable with her leg propped on a few pillows and a heating pad on her stiff hip.

you sit next to her and then ava flings herself in the middle of you. beatrice lets out a little oof but she laughs, and ava climbs practically on top of her without any resistance. you'll never have a love like that, you're pretty sure, in this life or any of the next, because ava is ava — exuberant and unrelenting and desperately kind — but the quietness is good too. the small intimacies. 'i had a wonderful time.'

'good,' ava says, a kind of totality you're just beginning to understand: things are good. things should be good. 'bea has been falling asleep for an hour —' beatrice pouts — 'but, brunch tomorrow, maybe? i want to hear all about it.'

'yeah,' you say, a little overcome, thinking about the sunset and in n out and what it felt like to kiss someone kind after all this time; thinking about what it was like to come back to people who love you, who want you to be happy — your sisters. 'that sounds perfect.'

and it isn't perfect: beatrice is still hurt and grumpy, which makes ava grumpy, but it's beautiful and smells like the ocean and you eat whatever you want, with no plans for the day. it's not perfect, but it is good. it's a home, and a life, and you let yourself wonder about it all as you steal potatoes from ava's plate and she swats at your hand with a laugh, the sun high in the sky.

Art Trade Batch :3

My personal OUAW head canons

ellie gf headcanons

# modern au. im in luv with her. this is so long oh my god its an illness

did karate from 1st grade all the way up to high school and basically considers herself your bodyguard

immediately offers you her hoodie without a second thought when you show the slightest signs of being cold. she lets you keep it too, of course. what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t ???!!!!

she needs either your hands on her or her hands on you at all times. sosososo touchy and BIG on pda her kisses are inescapable. constantly has an arm around you or resting on your waist… the whole world needs to know. she’s actually insufferable i’m sorry but in the most endearing way ever how can you resist

“would you still love me if i was a ____???” she wants a serious answer too

genuinely thinks ur the prettiest person alive. which is kind of the bare minimum but she worships you truly

happy with any sort of date as long as it’s with you. fancy dinner? this is the only reason she keeps a suit and tie. staying in? what movie do you want, babe? running errands? she’s already waiting for you in the car!!!

speaking of cars she drives an old station wagon which used to be joel’s. ellie used to moan about how lame it was until you said that the back was perfect for sitting together during camping or stargazing…. and other activities too ;) wink wonk

gets flustered when she makes you flustered because you’re telling her that SHE did that?? she made u nervous??? shit man now shes blushing too

her love language is gifts she loves to spoil you with your favourite snacks and soft toys and even homemade gifts. she just wants you to see her in your room and have her on your mind as much as you’re in hers!!

it’s no secret that she’s an artist and it’s also no secret that her favourite subject to draw is youuu!!! her favourite thing to do is just have you sit across from her and draw what she sees

of course naturally that means she takes tons of pictures of you… to study for her drawings… and keep in her special photo album of you… and to look at when she misses you. Ofc

makes fun of you/teases you sometimes. she can be a mean bitch to other people but she would never actually hurt your feelings and you know that

ellie hates goodbyes. even if it’s after spending a full day together and you’re going to see her soon anyways… i just know she’s the kind of person who feels empty after hanging out with someone.

calls and texts about everything… and it’s always so cute :( she definitely has autocaps on

ellie: I drew you again!!

ellie: Hey babe I saw this funny bird it reminded me of u

ellie: I miss you so much. When can I see you again?

ellie: These cats r like us lol

keeps a pet gecko or something like that for sure. it’s you guys’ baby

her top two movie genres are horror and romance after that. the only reason romance is that high up is because it reminds her of you

does stupid romcom shit like hold a boombox outside your window. makes you mixtapes even though CDs are basically extinct (joel has a player thank god). corny pickup lines. asks you to be her valentine publicly. runs to your house in the rain. dances with you in said rain.

when she gets sick it’s like the end of the world omg… she needs u to be at her side 24/7 and hold her and keep her company and give her get well soon kisses, it’s essential to her recovery. doctors orders. he said it not her!

gets along so well with your friends and family. she does her research and takes this shit seriously! whatever it takes to make you happy because what’s better than watching your girlfriend get along with the people you love

she also takes her own family seriously - family time is important to her and she spends a lot of time with joel. it’s even better when you can join, some of her best memories are with the two of you

“i’m happy as long as you’re happy”

pet names galore. her personal favourite is just babe (classic) but when she likes others too (sweetheart, honey, darling etc she’s so cheesy it’s awful)

in conclusion she’s just a clingy sappy lesbian who’s absolutely head over heels for you. and you wouldn’t have it any other way <33

bonus: (these tweets that are so ellie)

Some More Rick Sanchez Head Canons!!!

-His knuckles are fucked, they’re strong as hell but they click when he balls his fist, and he’s lost feeling in them

-Drools in his sleep

-His favorite candy is gummy bears or some sort of chewy or sticky candy

-His teeth are horrible, he hasn’t been to the dentist since he was seven because he refuses to let people put their hands in his mouth

-Also he grinds his teeth when he’s focused or stressed which fucks them up more and hurts his jaw

-Talks to himself

-If the room gets to quiet he’ll say the most random shit just to annoy everyone (AIDS!, Grassss tastes bad)

-Cold 24/7 and he’d do that annoying thing where he puts his hands on the back of someone’s neck to show them how cold they are

-Hates history as a subject. He thinks memorizing dates and dead people is useless

-His handwriting is completely illegible, the only one that can somewhat make it out is Morty

-When the family is watching a movie he’ll look up the ending and spoil it for everyone

sv maids part 3 + mingling butlers

part 1 / part 2

Apparently this tiktok was deleted hours after I saved it.

some of my own borrower lore!

Part 1.

🪲 above all else, borrowers are practical. Borrower culture can be fragmented as there’s so much space and slow communication between colonies and families, but practicality is the one thing that draws them all together. Function over form, always. Of course this is often a source of contention between older and younger generations.

🪲 bugs and small animals are so, so important to them. Mice are especially a popular source of meat, leather, and fur and sometimes also pets! Bugs are (sorry) a very important source of protein and wings/elytra/mandibles etc are often utilized with clothing and decor.

🪲 there are even borrowers who make a living breeding and trading different kinds of bugs. There is a specific species of glowworm/firefly that are exclusively borrower-bred and they make for great lighting implements in homes and dark places! let’s just say the gal who first bred them is something of a Nikola Tesla among borrowers.

🪲  borrowers are incredible at making things. You would be surprised at the things they can make! From a very young age they’re taught how to weave, sew, knit, build furniture, utilize houseland utilities (diverting drinking water for example), make secret passageways, make practical tools, and even make things with clay!

🪲 they are selectively social and sometimes nomadic. While some will choose to live in small underground or even forest colonies, many families elect to choose a “houseland” of their own. This houseland (part of/or a full human house) has many perks for a borrower, but they must also always be ready to leave at a moment’s notice if things go wrong.

🪲 as I said, borrowers are practical. However they’re also extremely resourceful and ingenious. There are borrower trade routes all over neighborhoods and towns and they trade so many different goods. Clay, wood, thread, and animal products are the most sought after. They can also send messages (mail, essentially) this way. Some families may be cut off from this network, but to others it’s a lifeline. It’s especially helpful for finding/corresponding with potential mates or long distance family.

🪲  they have their own slang and use of language! While many borrowers’ first language is that of their human hosts (this is a practical advantage) they also have their own languages and words for things. A human’s house is “houseland”, their own home may be called a “wall-nook, wall-place, floor-place” or any number of useful designations. “House” wouldn’t be a practical word for it as that doesn’t designate where it is. A human house/building is a landscape to them and this reflects in their language.

🪲  they have their own code language that is full of symbols to communicate. A borrower may leave a symbol in a house that means “danger, was seen here” or they may utilize symbols outdoors to point travelers in the right direction i.e. “food/lodging here, borrower family nearby ” or “danger, large animal spotted here/contaminated water or food/cats!!”

🪲 (most) borrowers have a complicated symbiotic relationship with humans. They’re revered by some in a way, but not in a religious sense. They’re feared more than anything and being “seen” is not only something to avoid, but it’s practically indoctrinated into a borrower from childhood that it’s a death sentence. Having any contact with a human is the biggest taboo a borrower can break and it will absolutely get them ostracized/exiled. It’s a very serious matter.

🪲 (most) borrowers don’t have religion, but the closest thing to it is definitely their relationship to humans and the big world around them. They know they’re inherently in danger from these things but that they also need them to survive, so it’s a complex relationship.

1～4）Doodles for my fanfics.

5）？？？？

6）chibi kylux.

7）request for a friend. hux and millicent exchanged their bodies.

8）an old doodle.

9）Hux couldn’t distinguish robes and dresses so Kylo thought out a way to trick him. Kylo got a lot of dresses from Naboo, then cheated Hux put on, and prepared to laugh at him. Unfortunately, Kyo fell in love when he saw Hux wearing a dress.(actually I just want to draw Hux wearing dresses :p) 

muppet profiles

the muppets trading cards (1992), pt. 3

drawing human versions of non-human characters has never been my thing but with tf i find it fun to explore holoforms

some of these headshots are quite old and from different artworks which is why the styles/quality varies but i liked them enough to include them in the collage (i was also too lazy to redraw them)

notes about some of the designs under the cut if ur curious:

-rodimus is explicitly inspired by 80s glam rock. i took quite a bit of inspiration from david bowie, prince, and a little bit of ruby rhod from 5th element.

-im mexican. i wanted starscream to look like an evil stepmother straight out of a telenovela. i think the vibe fits her

-ratchets design keeps eluding me and im still not satisfied with it, but its important to me that he is always a fat hairy bear.

-i didnt like jlaw's art of human roller being generic skinny-buff. i made this one out of spite.

-though its only a headshot for now, arcee's design is also a bit 80s-90s inspired. she has fingerwaves, which i hope comes across in the art

-i ran out of time (patience), but minimus' outfit is supposed to be old west inspired. i'll make a better version of it another time

OMFG yes. I'm ALL in. You should have had the "ROCKET. LAUNCH. GOOD." Part 🤣

Look I know these are low quality but at the time, I made them with only my phone, my finger, no references and a dream.

I will get back to the high quality stuff I promise, but I couldn't leave these sitting in my folder forever.

I truly hate the word “unalive.” There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.

random assorted headcanons for Turbo because I like thinking and having fun !!!! 🎉

Read More to Find Out...or are you too scared?... i bet ur too scared ahaha youre too scared Lol! Hahaahaaa!!!

The steering wheel of his kart is covered in bite marks, similar to how one would bite their favorite pencil. he bites things to mark his territory because Nobody is gonna touch that unless they want all of his diseases (150+).

i just know he was fighting to restrain himself not to chew on any of the candy civilians

when it comes to music, he doesn't see the point of listening to it. he doesn't have enough patience to really take it in; to him, it's just a thing that exists and not much more than that ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ∵⁠ )⁠_⁠/⁠¯

adding onto that point, this guy listens to metal clanking sounds and loud engine roaring for entertainment because he likes things that would overstimulate any normal person. turbo is incredibly sensory-seeking and will do anything for The Sensations

someone should take him to a heavy rock concert i think it would change him a little. keep that thang on a leash

related to being sensory-seeking, i think he would absolutely love running his hands over random textures. if anyone has run their hands along a wall while walking alongside it...He does that...If u know u know... he is SO stimmy its unbelievable. Unreal.

very pain-tolerant. he'll whine and complain about it for attention, but physical hurt really doesnt bother him much until it gets in the way of what he wants to do.

funnily enough, he is very picky when it comes to temperature. he can handle getting ran over but if its 1° too hot or cold he'll start nagging and nagging for it to go back to normal. turbo really needs his own enclosure i think it'd do him a lot of good

this is a more popular headcanon and its canon-leaning, but he's an artist :-] he usually sticks to graffiti art because its generally considered more "rebellious and cool" but he also sketches cars, design decals, and other stuff when hes alone!

i would love to see his process of character designing king candy because i dont think he really knew what he was doing

he was just like "ok what does a generic king look like. uhhhhh.... 1, old and jolly like santa claus.... 2.... uhh crown..... 3......... purple.... FUCK YEAH im so good at this!!!!🔥🔥🔥"

i just noticed how his design has like 0 actual candy motifs aside from his bow being a candy wrapper and his shoes having those little gumdrop end pieces. what was he THINKING

while King Candy has a lisp, i think it's a coverup for his actual voice because of how goofy and recognizable it is. Overall its the same as his regular voice, he just gets silly with it. i noticed that he still does retain some of his lisp when hes screaming his lungs out at Vanellope, however, so maybe he genuinely does have a lisp that makes itself known when furious :3

another thing i noticed is how he hisses his S's. very cool very cool the reptilian

@/tasticturbo made a post abt how he has tinnitus from the constant noise in his game and i couldnt agree more

AND THE PRESCRIPTION GLASSES. where did he get those...he needs to See

side note, the aforementioned account has made so many interesting analyses on turbo and theyre all so insightful. i recommend u check them out

i think he gets migraines from stress. constant buzzing or pain flood his head but hes like "IDGAF i need to DO something at ALL TIMES no matter what"

hes like a shark in that way. if hes not moving he'll die instantly. idk a lot about sharks or if thats how it works srry but im going off of what the Worms are saying to me and i dont have much to work with

i think a really big contributer as to why he lacks in the self care department is because he fails to notice that something in his body is wrong. hes far too distracted on something he thinks is more important than remembering to Eat Food or Drink Water or Wash Himself or

he's like "WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SHIT ALL OF THE TIME!!! I HATE MY LIFE" and he hasn't slept in 4 days

hes so me. Sorry.

i dont think turbo is necessarily suicidal, but the way he behaves shows a clear disregard for his own safety and wellbeing. he thinks that he knows what he needs but he really doesnt :-[ i think he has some kind of immortality complex, feeling untouchable and like nothing could get to him. as scared as he was when ralph was about to turn him into sloppy mush, he didnt take the threat very seriously. like it was some kind of joke

his kart regenerates every time his game starts up, so what if he smashed it into buildings for fun. He's the number one fan of car accidents. he is all about that shit

i think his living space would literally be a garage btw. its a place to sleep and a space for his car all in one!! he thinks its very convenient and awesome but i think he is coping. he has some old dingy stained sheetless mattress that he has never washed in his life and its covered in dirt and smoke particles. no wonder he has such heavy eye bags Dude Please

the turbo twins have a garage used in a similar way, and while its still pretty shitty, they still at least TRY to maintain it. they just fight a lot over who has to care of it. nobody taught them how to take turns ever

but this aint about them. maybe another day

i think that turbo would find comfort in garbage and keeping it around because its familiar to him. a big clean empty space would make him so mad and if anyone moves even an inch of scrap off to the side he will throw a fit. he generally doesnt pay attention to his surroundings but when its his personal space he is 1093 times more neurotic

i think the big empty castle he stole wouldve been a big transition for him. maybe it helped him clear his mind a little more to practice his tricky schemes...it helped him get more subtle

thats all i have for nowww ty for reading ^_^ if anyone else has any wacky ideas pleeeease tell me i would love to hear them!!

THE FOUR ELEMENTS

Word find tag (glass, teeth, red, sky)

Thanks to @mysticstarlightduck for the tag! I couldn't find new words to search for so I'm going with the ones you had because they're very good words.

These are from Name From Nowhere...

GLASS

Agent Kartheiser stays where she is. She leans on the rail that runs the length of the glass-walled corridor and stares out over the city. As I walk away, I’m sure I hear her sigh.

TEETH

Vee pulls a chair over and sits opposite me. “You look fucked, baby girl.” “Rough night. Sweet haul though. Got some bonus cargo.” “How come?” She hooks the top off a beer bottle with her teeth for herself and throws me an energy drink from the mini fridge under her desk.

RED

When I walk past the uniforms, one of them shouts something at me about what am I doing after work and his friend laughs like puke hitting the floor. I’m not getting into any fights on Taf’s time, so I tune out his bullshit and meet a stocky, red-faced woman at the exit.

SKY

So we sit side by side, staring at the cell array on the table, saying nothing and trying to solve the unsolvable problem as the sky outside darkens and the glow of streetlights turns the windows a cold green-blue.

Tagging @diabolical-blue, @drabbleitout, and @drippingmoon if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in.

The words to search your WIP for are lie, sit, stand, and walk 💗

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

Millard definitely learned several new languages because he had access to Myron's library and ymbryne's headquarters in devil's acre.

when Claire and Olive gets to help out with Fiona's art, they definitely drew what they think Millard looks like, to which he shed tears of painful joy when he found out.

Ever since Cairnholm days, Enoch tells Millard that he'll be the first person in line when his books come out, but even though he says it as "I wanna read about the pig pens and chicken coups you've been obsessing about, and it better have some good mauling in it," they both know he means well, and Millard treasures that.

The first word that came out of Horace's mouth when he saw Claire's German Shepherd was "this one's evil." And didn't even elaborate on it.

Olive spends time in the Ditch House attic where she puts on furniture sheets for robes and parades on the ceiling like a god. Everyone knows about this but they don't bring it up (Though miss peregrine "accidentally" left a few shiny shawls and headpieces in there.

Might edit this and add a few more, lots of love @queersourglue

Here are some domestic mphfpc headcanons for when they're in-between the chaos:

when enoch is collecting specimens and organs millard sometimes tags along and they discuss anatomy science in-depth together

fiona teaches whoever's willing to basket weave (horace is first to learn, olive doesnt have the attention span, millard already taught himself eons ago, bronwyn becomes obsessed and has made 5 already)

Fiona knows how to sketch,, really really well. Hugh volunteers to pose for her whenever he sees her drawing.

Fiona and Horace often make paint and fabric dye together naturally made from her flowers

Millard is almost never in the house. I think we already knew this but he knows just about everyone in the Acre, peculiar or not. And he's good friends with most.

Horace also volunteers to model for Fiona, she loves sketching his ootd, and sometimes she draws new clothing designs and horace attempts to sew it for her

Sorry, I'm really pushing it with the whole "Fiona draws" thing, but she 100% makes paper dolls for claire too

Hugh has found some very weird bugs, and was able to see some of the famous moth evolution which happened at the time of the acre, (yk the one where they went from white to peppered bc of the smog), and immediately told millard about it

Though usually Miss Peregrine is in Bentham's former house on business, when she is at the wards' house she attempts to give any lessons she can to the kids.... mostly fencing which olive, after some time arguing whether she's old enough to do it or not, is kind of ridiculously great at (they stick lard at the sword tips, so it's perfectly safe)

Enoch, who usually cares less for anything other than sleeping, pacing, or organizing.. organs... has taken up writing witty, smart-ass journal entries. Noone knows this except millard, who is pleasantly surprised of how good a writer he is.

Bronwyn occasionally goes on supply runs outside the Acre, (pre-ymbryne shield) and has secretly found a hobby in reading ya fiction and new age classics. she sometimes accidentally references a story in casual conversation and noone knows what she's on about

Millard, on a supply run, somehow found a portable, battery operated record player and some records at a music store that Lily recommended through the email system outside the acre at the library. (He's not supposed to be contacting her because of the Noor situation, but what's the harm for non-peculiar related conversation? )

Olive is not-so-subtly having an Ancient Greece phase

Millard has adopted a poisonous toad from the Ditch

Claire found a stringy German Shepard that only listens to her and now is... Even more threatening than before...

Please please add more as you please !! (These are all true bc i said so btw)

adding more to the collection;;;

Should I post these as individual sets or just all of them to date?