#thitcs headcannon

[thecourtfinchster]

the polished version of my hazardous phoenix diy top surgery sketch!! (og version and closeups below cut)

I love putting my comfort characters through the fucking wringer :) and also transing them :D Arthur Parnassus my beloved

also!!!! almost a week until Somewhere Beyond the Sea comes out!!!!!!

I do really like how raw the sketch is, but I’m also a sucker for bright colors. can’t stop thinking about tortured 20s Arthur.

[thecourtfinchster]

there are less than two weeks until somewhere beyond the sea!!!!!!!!!!

today I am thinking about the implications of Linus learning how to knit. thinking about the joy Arthur would have after receiving a very lumpy pair of colorful socks as a gift (such a touching notion compared to Charles thinking Arthur's socks are stupid/too silly). thinking about a bashful Linus gushing over the imperfections, but that first pair becoming Arthur's favorite.

Linus knitting sweaters and vests for the children, getting better and better at patterns and sizing as their collections grow. special sweaters for christmas or birthdays!! a parade of pomeranians for Sal. yellow flowers for Phee. root vegetables for Thalia. etc. Theodore stealing stitch markers and adding them to his hoard, along with miscellaneous yarn scraps.

Arthur getting Linus a beautiful array of knitting needles, including ergonomic grips when Linus' hands start cramping. Zoe whittling a set of wooden needles as a gift. maybe eventually Linus picks up crochet as well.

thinking about Linus slowly becoming comfortable with knitting clothes for himself, and feeling good in them. that man belongs in an adorable homemade sweater vest, covered in symbols corresponding with each member of his family. it just feels so right that he should pick up knitting, he's such a perfect character for it.

[thecourtfinchster]

ok so headcannon that phoenixes are sort of shape-shifters. they have evolved to appear human over dozens and dozens of generations. their natural way of being is to burn, but they've learned that the best way to seek connection and companionship is to adopt a human looking body. Arthur Parnassus doesn't know this. no one taught him how to be a phoenix in a boy's body.

in the book, he said he couldn't control the fire when he was younger. it took him a lot of time and grueling effort to quel his flames and keep them tampered down. so to continue the headcannon, Arthur's skin is constantly crawling. the horrible, consuming itchiness has plagued him ever since he was a teenager. it's still there in his forties, but most of the time, it's like white noise to him. of course some days are better than others. there are days when he can barely move without feeling thousands of needle-legged insects scuttle over him, raking his nerves with pain. he needs so badly to burn, but he has to think of the children. it's always about the children. so he swallows it down like he does with everything else and pushes forward. after all, it could be worse, he tells himself.