Saw your post about the dream pack!! Want to share any headcanons? I'm in withdrawal from the trashcan boys.
Sorry for taking so long to reply, but I got a little carried away, haha. I love my trash children.
Our man Joey K doesn’t actually speak Bulgarian and he understands only half the lyrics of his shitty rap songs, but something about the rhythm and the harsh vowels resonates in the rattling cage of his chest.
He is the shortest of the gang save for Skov who is half an inch shorter, but it’s enough to soothe Kavinsky’s fragile ego. He calls them wolves and bites on their earlobes, fingers, collarbones. Reminders of who they belong to. Kavinsky has black hair and brown eyes, long curled eyelashes, moles scattered on his pale skin. His nose is crooked from one too many punches.
The savage glint in his eyes is the only thing left alive of a sober K. His skin turns gray and clammy, in stark contrast with his collection of bruises and cuts. The worst part is his dreams. If he dreams when he’s sober, he sees Proko, eyes glinting like a dead fish. A night horror picking at Ronan’s carcass. Worst of all, him, in a mirror. His father’s eyes staring back. K doesn’t take off his sunglasses for a week straight after that one.
K took one look at tall and lanky Prokopenko with dirty blonde hair wearing a white tracksuit and a lopsided smile and thought, I’m keeping this one.
Kavinsky dreamed up a Polaroid camera that never runs out of film, and it’s Prokopenko’s favorite dream thing, he’s always taking photos of the pack. K pretends to be annoyed, but he steals some photos every now and then.
Kavinsky did kill him, but it wasn’t on purpose. They were shooting empty bottles at the fairground at dawn and K wanted to feel the weight of the gun in his mouth, so Prokopenko tried to wrestle it out of his hands. Not a smart one, that boy. Kavinsky watched the blood flow in slow motion like a flower blooming from Prokopenko’s guts.
Proko has sectoral heterochromia, and it’s a pain in the ass for K to replicate. After the tenth failed attempt, he digs through the stack of polaroids in his nightstand and finds one where Proko is staring at the camera and sticking out his pierced tongue. He uses that one as reference for his favorite forgery.
Jiang does all the proper tattoos like a fucking artist, but they give each other shitty stick and pokes all the time. Kavinsky puts a little K on everyone’s ankle because he’s possessive like that. This is what the gang gives K: a knife from Jiang on the side of his middle finger, a smiley face from Proko on his navel (he likes to leave hickeys there as well), what seems to be a wheel from Skov on his right shoulder. Swan just writes “alpha” in cursive between his shoulder blades.
Unrelated, but I like to think of Jiang with some sort of magical power. Like he’s the one who gave Ronan his tattoo and it shifts and changes to show the bearer’s soul
Jiang is just really into knives. Nobody knows where he keeps them on himself, but he’s always flipping one. He’s not above getting his hands dirty for K and he always goes for maximum damage with minimal effort. He is as sharp as his weapons and he looks the part, always dressed in monochrome. Has a septum piercing and a bar in his right ear. He might not talk much, but he knows how to cut you down with a few choice words.
Skov is my beautiful nonbinary child. Can never settle on a hair color but this week it’s teal. Swan does his undercut and he loves the feeling of freshly buzzed hair. Only ever wears a tragus piercing, but has both earlobes pierced. Very into platonic makeouts. The youngest of the gang, Kavinsky taught him to drive (what a shit teacher) and dreamed him up the rx-7 because Skov saw it in a catalog and just had to have it. The only one who goes to public high school and not Aglionby. He drops out and essentially moves into Swan’s dorm room when his grandma (only living relative) dies. The only things that help quiet his mind are music and Swan playing with his hair. Designated DJ at every single party. His sleeve tattoos are sprawling bright florals and they cover the thin scars on his wrists. Every now and then a misguided fucker will try to slip something in Skov’s drink or corner him in some seedy bathroom. Jiang likes to break their fingers after Kavinsky throws some punches that don’t always land.
Swan is the tallest of the bunch and clearly the most handsome, charming as hell too. Smooth, dark skin and dark eyes too, with a smile to make your knees weak. Has two nose piercings, septum and left nostril. Sometimes he has trouble controlling his anger which is why he tries to diffuse conflicts. Clearly that goes out of hand in the crowd he runs with.
Very tactile and affectionate, he messes up Proko’s hair, puts an arm around Skov’s shoulders, fist bumps Jiang. Every time Kavinsky tries to kiss him, Swan’s large hand covers K’s entire face and pushes him away. This happens a lot. Swan only ever wants to kiss Skov, even if Skov kisses other people too.
Swan is the easiest to talk to even if he doesn’t always know what to say back. Maybe because of that. He guards their secrets something fierce.
Jiang is the one who buried Prokopenko’s body, but K only ever told Swan how it happened. Skov only met the dream version of Proko, so he couldn’t tell the difference, but the others knew the new Proko asked less questions, didn’t storm out of parties where Kavinsky went too hard on the drugs. Nothing was enough to hold K down anymore.
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