#probabl

Sure! :D

If you’re confused about my hc’s.. it is probably because I’ve only consumed garden warfare 2 pvz 1 & 2 and ONE random comic,and drip fed stuff through osmosis, so that’s why they might sound off. (And are almost entirely limited to one)

SUPER BRAINS

This was (basically) Taken from by a fic, lol.

there’s definitely like, an old grandma that super brains likes, (and thinks this is his movie tragic backstory grandma) that he protects from the others, and shes just like.. “well guess these are my grandkids now”

And that’s funny and wholesome to me

GRAVEDIGGER

This is about the mention of him working at a zombie rehabilitation center, in pvz 1

despite what you may think he dislikes hypnoshroom. He find their methods.. unethical, and go’s Against the whole REHABILITATION thing.

Like.. Are they really rehabilitating them if the zombies aren’t making the choice to too?

SPLIT PEA & TWIN SUNFLOWER (context- this was an idea my friend had, and I just loved it so much I stole it)

The back of split pea is friends with sunflowers left head, though the front of split pea and the right head of twin sunflower aren’t friends. They put up with each other for the sake of their siblings friendship!

The (joke) pea shooter and zombie yuri that is in the background

They get turned into Zombotany 😔

It’s for the angst ;)

And again. Someone being an mspec lesbian does not inherently mean they're attracted to men. "women" and "nonbinary people" are two differetn groups. Multiple groups, you might say. meaning someone who is attracted toboth of them is attracted tom ultiple genders.

Yeah, I did a CAS BPR

They lost the strike.

More newsies were arrested; the police had no patience for children who refused to work.

And in the midst of the chaos and the screams and the handcuffs, Jack found out exactly how easy it was to get to Santa Fe.

Who knew a few blows to the head with a policeman’s baton were the answer?

He woke up in a place even greener than Central Park. The sky was blue. The sun was bright. The air was hot but fresh. His head didn’t hurt. In fact, when he gently touched the place where he had been hit, there wasn’t even a scratch.

Crutchie was there, sitting in a patch of grass and watching the clouds as they floated lazily across the sky. He smiled at Jack.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting.”

“Crutchie, what-”

“Santa Fe is beautiful, Jack. Much more pleasant than the Refuge. You were right.”

“But, why are you-”

“The Spider isn’t too nice. Hit me so hard with my crutch that it broke. But that’s okay. I don’t need it here, anyway.”

Crutchie stood up and walked over to where Jack was still lying on the ground, frozen in shock. His friend’s right leg didn’t drag limply across the grass, but rather held his weight, strong and sure. Crutchie knelt beside Jack.

“You’re better,” Jack whispered.

“The clean air works wonders.” Crutchie shrugged. “That’s what you always said.”

“Yeah.” Jack looked around. It was the place he had always talked about. The grass was soft. There were mountains in the distance. He looked over his shoulder, and he could see a city. Clay buildings. “How did we get here?”

“I’m not sure.” Crutchie leaned back. “Look, that one looks like a rabbit.”

“We lost.” The words tasted bitter in Jack’s mouth. “And you were already in the Refuge, and now...they got almost everyone, Crutchie.”

“That’s okay.” Crutchie’s voice was quiet. Gentle. “I got out, didn’t I? And now I’m here. And I think that very soon, some of the others might make it here, too.”

SAWYER: i'm starting to think you only invite me over to cook for you