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Lmao my Bi/Pan (I’m not exactly sure which term is more applicable, I always just call myself queer lol) Peggy headcanon is basically just Peggy thinking the sexual attraction she feels to people regardless of gender isn’t sexual attraction and is just a general platonic attraction to and appreciation for humankind. Only for Forrest to talk about some shit relating to his romantic endeavors about women and Peggy is like “wait you don’t feel that for everyone?” And he’s like “…no????”

A part of my new therapy fic is that Marie decides to abandon her murder plot in favor of coming forward with her own story and hoping for a change in attitudes from 20 years ago, and a part of that is calling up to the station to talk to Peggy and whatnot.

But I just imagined like the next morning Peggy meeting her and obviously being so happy she’s alive and meeting Henry and just being like “omg we have a baby in the family”

Like imagine Marie bringing Henry with her to meet up with Peggy and they hug and stuff but then Peggy is like “who is this?” And she’s like “this is Henry, your nephew” and Peggy is just like “OH MY GOODNESS YOURE SO BIG!!!” And gives him a big hug while Henry is giving his mom the “ma what do I do” side eye

AU where Marie didn’t go completely crazy and she and Henry came to Gallows Creek in peace

Henry meets auntie Peggy!

Peggy’s name is written as Peggy in her official paperwork/records in Reggie’s office so most likely Peggy is her official name on her birth certificate and such, but it would be really fucking funny if her file said “Margaret” instead.

Can you imagine Forrest going through the floppy disks and (in true Forrest fashion) putting Peggy’s in and just turning to the intercom like-

“YOUR NAME IS MARGARET?!”

And Peggy is like “JASON IS DYING, WE CAN TALK ABOUT MY NAME LATER”

Side note if her full name was Margaret that would imply that Peggy and Marie’s parents gave both of their daughters names that started with MAR which is…

Beyond lazy. Like real stellar work on that one guys.

Though it would also be a fun little red herring when Jason says “her name was Ma-“ even though those who were paying attention would know Peggy is way too young to be the whistling mama. I watched RtGame (a Peggy skeptic the entire playthrough) play it and when Jason said that he was like “PEGGY IS SHORT FOR MARGARET SHES IN ON IT”

Also uh not to read into things too much but they’re like 9ish years apart (Marie 1950 or 1951, and Peggy 1959). That’s a pretty big gap……do you think Marie was… a Henry? Like… do you think she was also not exactly planned and that’s why her parents had such an extreme reaction when George died??? Like she was the reminder of their past and to see her go the same route pissed them off??

Or it could’ve been Peggy but I think Marie makes more sense.

Poor Peggy. Too young to understand what’s going on, too old to forget about the pain :(

All I’m saying is that there’s a non-zero possibility Peggy inherited her parents’ house when they died

Her childhood home

Where Marie used to live

That would be a particular brand of painful coming home after recovering in the hospital from Marie’s attack.

Just looking at her old bedroom door (most likely long cleared of her things) and thinking about how much Marie suffered in that very room and she didn’t know anything about it until it was too late. Maybe she goes in there for the first time in years.

Forrest yapping on and on with Sandra on air

Peggy: uh, Forrest, it’s great that you’re really connecting with our listeners, but you should really play some music now!

Forrest, clearly annoyed Peggy is fucking up his Rizzing: it’s a radio talk show, Peggy! Talking is like, half of the program.

Peggy: okay well flirting is not in your job description. You can do that on your own time because we’re being paid to play music too, and I don’t want to get sued.

Forrest: the most dramatic sigh you’ve ever heard

The irony in Marie not liking dogs but her son being the human equivalent of an attack dog is hilarious

Yes it is. He sits, he stays, and he even shakes hands! Except it’s his hand and other peoples necks.

Hijacking this ask to also say that I have not been able to post. Tumblrs mobile app is dog doo doo and no matter how much I press it I can’t post. I would log out and log back in as that seems to fix it according to online folks but I don’t know my password and my password manager is back home where I currently will not be for the rest of the week. Oh well.

Here’s another doodle I did on the plane that I couldn’t post

I think one of the cool things about the poltergeist au (which I STILL trying to work out a coherent plot for) is that … they (Forrest and Peggy) control the radio. They can help George find away to speak. Maybe they play static. Maybe they put in a blank tape and let him record whatever he wants onto it. Maybe they just set up a ouija board and then broadcast the results live. Maybe George fucks with the record player if he gets mad and makes the song skip around to different lyrics to help explain his feelings. Maybe he can straight up just call in to the studio somehow.

Like imagine Forrest is playing music and all of a sudden the record just starts skipping and scratching and grinding and Forrest is like “all right George we are trying our hardest to help find out what happened to ya and how to get you justice but you need to sit tight because we can’t understand you right now”

And the song just keeps repeating

“I……… WANT MY…… FAMILY….”

And Forrest is like “you mean your parents? They’ve left town, buddy, they left a long time ago. Now please stop messing with the music it’s going to ruin the vinyl.”

And the record starts going haywire again , this time just repeating

“MY… FAMILY… MY… FAMILY… MY… FAMILY….”

And Forrest is like “YOUR family? Like, one you created?” And the song just goes

“MY BABY…. MY LOVE… WHERE… MY BABY….”

I wanna give placeholder names to Marie and Peggy’s parents so when I reference them in my posts and my animatic I’m not just saying Marie and Peggy’s Parents.

GAHAHAHAHhahahhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa every time i try to close my eyes and go to sleep i keep thinking about the poltergeist au /ghost au

Okay like imagine Ghosf George is finally reunited with his family again and he’s happy but then Peggy is like “oh wow gee look at the time it’s sure getting late, don’t you think George? Don’t you just wanna head to bed? You’ve had such a long night. Let’s all get to the cemetery and you can cozy up and take a nice long nap” (trying to get him to be at rest so he never returns to the land of the living again)

And they all go but when they get there George, through usage of the radio/other ghost-detecting technologies, makes it clear that he doesn’t want to go to sleep because he wants to be with his family. Marie knows that he’s dead, and is never going to be able to be alive again, and that he needs to be put to rest, so she’s like “would you agree to at least try to go to sleep if I laid down next to you?” And he agrees and so she literally lays down next to his grave.

After like a few minutes she’s like “George?” And he again makes his presence known through the radio and she’s like “you need to go to sleep. You know that.”

And he’s like “can’t… could you… tell… me… a…. story?” Obviously through whatever means he has of communicating. And she’s like “okay, but you have to promise to go to sleep after I tell it.”

And so she starts on a story…

“Once upon a time, there was a small town. And in that small town lived a boy and a girl. From the moment they met, it was love at first sight, and they knew they wanted to be together forever. They were so happy together, they didn’t realize that they were making… some reckless decisions sometimes. But maybe that’s a good thing, because a short time later the pair were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. They loved this boy with all their hearts. The mother would sing to him, cuddle him, and bake special treats for him. The father would dance with him and teach him about the world and play sports in the backyard with him. They didn’t have much, but they were happy. Soon the boy grew up and went off to college to start his own life, leaving his parents so extremely proud of their son. The couple grew old together, with occasional visits from their son and his own family, and they lived happily ever after. The end.”

And after a bit she’s like “….George?” But there’s no ghost activity anymore and the radio isn’t picking anything up. So she gets up and walks off with Peggy and Henry to decompress for a bit before the sun rises and it’s a new day again.

George lives au sketch dump!

Real talk I am beyond shocked KF doesn’t have a bigger fandom. The protagonist is a sassy flirty old man with an attitude, the deuteragonist is a happy bubbly smol bean who must be protecced, and the villain is a MASKED MILF WITH A TRAGIC BACKSTORY, and she has an EQUALLY CUNTY MASKED MAN SON

Is everyone blind or am I just overestimating the love for these tropes

I can’t believe what I’ve become

(Pinup wips under the cut…. Those with sweet under 18 angel baby eyes just scroll kthnx)

what have I done

It would be so sweet if the Teens and Carrie and Eugene all started to tune in to the show and call in a lot and come up to Forrest whenever they saw him out and about to say hi and thank you and he basically just amasses like 10 children and Eugene even calls him Dad

And he talks to Peggy about it like “all these kids just flock to me and always call into the show just to chat and tell me about their school day it’s like they think I’m their dad or soemthing it’s weird” and she’s like “well if you don’t like it you can tell em to knock it off” and he gets all defensive like “no back off those are my kids now”

I was working on my pinups but then I got really really sad for some reason so have this

Would they ever let Peggy this close to him? No. But I can draw whatever I want.

Is someone gonna write a fic of Peggy and Karen ditching work to go get drunk and then ditching the bar and doing some crazy WLW shit or am I gonna have to

I know there’s Peggy and Barbara fics but I didn’t see any of Peggy and Karen

Done with the lineart! Not 100% happy with Marie’s face but it’s midnight and I have uni tomorrow

(Again please shield your angel baby eyes if you’re not of age, this is not for you)

I just thought about this now but like

If Marie was in a better headspace when she met Peggy, can you IMAGINE the shock she would’ve had seeing Peggy again? The last time she saw her sister, she was like, 9. Just a little girl. Not even in middle school yet. And suddenly she’s face to face with this 28 year old grown woman wearing her sister’s face, but it’s stretched and refined and matured. That must’ve been WILD.

I mean Peggy probably felt the same thing, though the difference between 9 and 28 is a lot more drastic than the difference between 18 and 37.