I don't really have a lot of questions I just mainly wanted to say I absolutely ADORE your version of William and I really admire your art!
1. Is it okay if I draw William with your headcanons and use/agree with your headcanons?
2. What do you think the brother's favorite flowers are?
Hi and thank you!!! And yes of course you can use my head cannons for the brothers!!
Secondly, that’s a pretty difficult question I haven’t really thought about, butttttt I came to a conclusion.
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He regularly tends to the flowers on the farm. He doesn’t care if his brother calls him a sissy for doing such a feminine task. It reminded him of their mother, the normalcy of their life before everything went to shit. Plus the useless remains of abductees make a perfect source of food for the flowers. He’s never seen roses so vibrantly red.
Just on the edge of the woods, a grassy clearing had been overtaken by native fireweed. He paid extra attention to these blossoming flowers. Pouring gallons of leftover blood over them to ensure their prosperity. Maybe the lord would send him a blessing for taking such good care of his creations.
When he gets peckish chasing down an escaped Pigothy, he’ll just pluck a few blossoms off the fireweed and pop a few into his mouth like popcorn.
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He thinks flowers are something only a woman should care about. Actually, he actively goes out of his way to stomp on the dandelions sprouting from in between the concrete of their sidewalk. Claiming that they’re nothing more than useless, annoying weeds.
He’s never shied away from proving his masculinity. More than once has he raw-dogged a cattail. They grow on the edge of a nearby pond and he pretty frequently plucks a few to grill for the fun of it.
He has a particularly fond memory of tricking Jackson that it was natures hot dog. He’ll still randomly break out in a low chuckle remembering how he was quite literally sneezing out the seeds.
But despite his animosity towards flowers, he can’t help himself but bring a rose or two to their mother’s grave…