#zeffren

Zeffren-

💕 for a love headcanon-

Zeffren’s mandibles fidget as she thinks about the question,

“Finding love would be nice… It would be the first time though. I wouldn’t say I’ve ever felt it before. I mean.. my teachers were nice, and they took care of me, but it wasn’t love. When I would see other children with their parents, that was love. None of the teachers ever looked at me like that…”

💣 for a stress headcanon-

A long agitated keen vibrated from Zeffren’s throat,

“When I think of stress the first thing that comes to my mind is my crew mates. They're so… so… Ugh! I just wish they would stop being such assholes! Yes, I am QUITE aware I have no markings on my face, thanks for noticing. That shouldn’t interfere with our work, but surprise!… it does.”

Taft-

🤲 for a religious headcanon-

Taft’s mandibles lifted up in a grin at the question before he began speaking,

“Oh de great spirits of Palaven!” His voice is raised as he looks up into the air with outstretched arms. People walking by stop and stare at the scene he is making, “Bless our crops, our grubs, de food we eat! Take us tonigh’ intah wonderful sleep!… Ma taught me everythin’ bout dem spirits.” He looks back down with a laugh.

“I’ll tell you what though, de only religious experience I eveh ‘ave is when I gamble. It’s de rush you feel through yer veins, its de risk, de unknown of outcome dat makes yer blood run hot. When yah risk it all its de ultimate ecstasy, some times bettah den sex! Almost makes yah believe in somethin’ more den whats in front of yah face… almost.”

💼 for a work headcanon-

Taft lets out a thrumming hum as he continues to stuff ammunition into his work duffle,

“If any one don’t like deir job, dey ain’t doin’ it right.” He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “It’s all bout what yahmake it. Look at me! I just wanna blow stuff up, WHAM!” He lets out a hardy laugh as he continues to stuff the bag over its capacity.

“Joined de military, Bam! Bam! Bam! Blew mah way through basic! Ya gottah assert, and yah commit. I nevah took no for an answah, and I never said no eithah. It’s all ‘bout what yah make it.” He leans in close covering his mouth with a hand just incase a commanding officer happens to past by,

“See, dey want me tah blow a hole through a barriah. What does dat take, like four sticks o’ dynamite? Pft borin’, nah I’m packin’ twenty plus three pack o’ mah baby C4. A bit extra fire powah ain’t nevah hurt nobody.” He quickly straightens up, heaving the overstuffed bag over his shoulder. It barely zips shut at this point.