#mr horseshoe crab

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the guys ever

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let's hear it for america's suitehearts!!! 🎠🎪⭐️

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Ooookay killjoy suitehearts masterpost here we go, been putting this together for a while now since everyone started posting their suitehearts stuff..

So I kinda have two versions of stories for them, i mean thats the great thing about writing and headcanons is that they can varie from story to story but anyway! this is like their main story and what I'll write if I ever get to writing a story focused on them, and varients of it will be similar with some like little changes if theyre more like background characters in something. But the two versions rn are just this main one and a slightly differing one for some other stuff in my drafts bc this main one is focused in the city bc the suitehearts are just such an underground rebel crew to me versus loud and proud killjoys in the desert, while the variation story is one where they are in the desert, or at least theyre like split between the city and desert, you'll see.

Some like basics before I get into their individual stuff, yeah they have, well mostly have their crazy looks, they're a crew of theater kids lol, not really they just have a sense of whimsy. I'll post art of each of my designs for them eventually their outfits arent as crazy because they have to like be able to fight and run and shit in them, but they stick with the colors and facepaint, because facepaint throws off facial recognition scanners so that the cameras cant track them, so they might as well have fun with it, and they turn it into part of their killjoyesque personas, the facepaint becomes them, marks them as crew and their personas kind of become characters in urban legends that everyone in the citys heard of.

ANYWAY

Dr. Benzedrine

Dr. Benzedrine? More like Mr. Medical Malpractice. Kidding. Mostly. He grew up in a wealthy family with parents that were good citizens and he always wanted to be a scientist or a doctor, to help people, and he was smart and they had money, so he was able to get into school and be just that. To learn all about science and medications and surgery and over the years he moved up the ranks, until he was one of the best surgeons in the city, and one thing about doctors, especially surgeons is that they have to be clear minded, not drugged up and foggy headed. And one thing about being good, about being a respected professional? Its like being an exterminator, you're never off the hook but the people in charge? They dont care as much about the state of your head, as long as you're loyal. So Benzedrine has benefits, and one of them is getting clean, of the decidedly mind altering stuff at least. But with clarity of mind for the first time in his life comes horrifying realization, because as a respected surgeon, he sees shit, because hes working in places that screams echo down the halls of and he can just tell that somethings wrong. He snoops and learns of re-education and of what happens to captured killjoys, interrogations and experiments and those are people and hes sickened. The more he digs the more he learns and the more he develops an intense hatred for better living and maybe he starts.. doing experiments of his own. Beause he works on a lot of respected folks, a lot of higher ups. He never botches a surgery but he starts messing with things, fucks with something while hes at the operating table, something that can't be traced back to him but that'll take the patient out in say, a couple months.

He's never disgusted by what hes doing, only finds pride in it, and maybe his hatred has twisted him but he likes himself better that way. The officials catch him snooping, though, eventually, but luckily they don't expect a thing, especially not when hes grown a master at lying. Because he's a respected doctor that has in their minds proven himself loyal, and when he bullshits his way through them finding him snooping about the lower levels of the hospital, they're nothing but happy at the fact he's grown curious about re-education, in fact they show him around, tell him all about it, their words are all propaganda and lies about how they're helping the people there, of course, but he smiles and nods along and makes comments like he agrees wholeheartedly. They say if hes interested in helping these people too, they can get him a position. He asks of he can still be the top surgeon if he takes up this position too and they say of course! As long as he doesn't overwork himself theyd be glad to have him assert himself in different fields of research.

So, he starts working with the prisoners. Because thats what they are. He sees them come in beaten up and hissing and spitting and he gets to see them grow complacent as they forget their whole lives in favor of some made up sob story and how theyll be so much happier once they're introduced back into society after their treatments. They'll only go on to be sanitation workers or office nuts at best, maybe scarecrows if they seem smart, but half of them will probably be plagued with nightmares once thyre released, broken memories trying to break through the chemical haze. They'll relapse, snap, do something drastic and they'll either be dracced or sent right back here to repeat the process all over again. Re-education isn't a complete fix, a guarantee of normalcy. It'll never be, not as long as they're just traumatizing people and praying they stay comatose long enough to get work done.

Hes there when a new batch of them come in, delinquents from the rebel underground, he learns, which flips his world upside down, theres a rebel underground? And they're apparently dangerous enough to be treated like captured killjoys. He sees these new patients come in in bonds, theres five of them captued, some silent and glaring and the others screaming until theres a needle shoved in their neck.

His new position is that of a twisted sort o psychiatrist, they gave him a whole slideshow to get ready for it. It told him to get in their heads, learn the secrets that interrogations couldnt get out and replace them with better living propaganda, until theyre nothing but smiling citizens ready to be let back into society. It's fucking brainwashing, nothing but, he fucking hates it. But they trusted him to do it and now hes here, but since he's here maybe he can help. Not brainwash these people, but help them, and if theyre really part of a rebellion, maybe if he helps them get out they'll take him with them and he can help people that probably actually need it, not just rich assholes from the center city.

Thats his plan, and it works, it takes a while to get the patients to trust him but once they do, they all get out. Sandman, Crab, and Donnie were all part of that group and its how the four meet and bond and start becoming a crew. Dr Benzedrine picks his name and quickly becomes a very valued member of the resistance because theres medics, but no professionals, let alone surgeons.

Mr. Sandman

Street kid, his parents were ritalin rats that stirred up too much trouble and got dracced when he was pretty young. He was hiding under a bed when it happened and Better Living didn't find him, but they didn't bother looking because he was a poor autistic little kid that they saw no use in. So they left him to his empty shitty little apartment in the slums. They never kicked him out, so hes luckier than most that he still had a place to sleep, but once he ran out of food he had to head to the streets, figure out how to either get food or money to survive. He learned and he grew up dealing illegal merchandise, not as low as you could stoop, but pretty low, low enough that if you're busted you could get dracced. But it kept him just afloat enough to not starve.

Illegal merchandise is stuff like outlawed music and media, cds he burned himself off the originals, cassettes, vhs. Just whatever he could get his hands on. And when he could get a signal, he'd play the stuff over the old radio equipment in his basement, making sure to scramble where the signature was coming from, because he'd definitely be dracced if they found out he was putting that stuff on air. Not like it got out of the city, bli has shit that doesn't let any signals in or out, but once in a very rare while, he'll get some faint killjoy frequencies and record whatever he can onto cassettes.

But even though he was dealing in secret and even though he didn't want to be a cog in the machine, even though he wanted to be one of those juvie halls, the rebels on the streets that you can hear hollaring at night, throwing bricks at scarecrows and running off before facial recognition gets them, he strived to get into the Better Living Academy, because it hasn't crosed his mind that he might not be stuck in battery city yet, like most people that rebel, he doesn't want to be on his streets his whole life, so he tries getting in to learn anything, even to get some shitty cubicle job, as long as it means maybe he could actually afford more than the shit slum slop he pawns for. But at he end of the day, he isn't on his pills and he knows they won't like that if they find out, and they keep turning him away anyway for his temperment, for his oddities, because he's still autistic and the bright lights and white expanse of bli spaces make his head scream and he just doesn't get half the questions they ask him and if he has his own questions, they dont explain things furthur for him.

So he gives up on that plan, whatever, at least he's still got his shit to deal out, at least he isnt drugged up like everyone else he saw in the screening rooms for the academy, all empty in the head. He can think, at least. And he has his music, he likes music.

Then he meets Horseshoe Crab, a really weird fellow who takes most of his stock for a hefty handful of carbons that'll get him along for a couple weeks, and the guys so nice he's suspicious, until their deal is interrupted by an ambush, a patrol scarecrows that must've gotten a tip about them, and Horseshoe pulls out a fucking gun, shoots the two closest ones and takes sandmans arm and has him run. At that sandmans convinced the guys not nice at all, hes just fucking crazy, but he runs away after him anyway because the guy just shot two fucking crows, he knows he'll probably live to see morning of he sticks with him. Turns out Horseshoes a juvie hall, like an actual one, not the brash gangs of kids that run around and say they are, actual juvie halls are untraceable, a solid underground, a real rebellion, well hidden from Better Livings watchful eye, its something you have to be smart enough to find and brave enough to join. And sandmans thrust right into the center of it, just a street dealer that followed a crazy guy with a gun that pulled him into a safehouse in the slums that was down a maze of dark alleys, and theres so much illegal shit inside he kind of wants to call it in just for the hefty reward he could get, but he also kind of wants to drop to his knees and worship it all. Theres books, weapons, color. And a few rough looking people that at their sudden entrance, scan them and one goes. "Dammit, Crab."

Long story short, they're members of the fucking rebellion and theres a short but terrifying debate of whether or not to shoot him, but Horseshoe defends him and it turns out the rebellion likes people that risk their lives to deal rock and roll, because he basically gets an invitation. And well, that was his real dream, the one hes had since he was a little kid, wanting to be those unapologetic rebels in the street messing with bli for shits and giggles. This is obviously more than that, but still. So he accepts, and hes thrust into the center of it all. He has to prove he can be trusted by going on so many missions or passing along packages and illegal goods, but once he's proved hes no rat hes showed the base, how to get into the rebellion underground. Its a scattered maze of random apartments that are safehouses, and then the actual underground shit, the tunnels and whole rooms and shit, the stuff from what Battery City used to be that bli just built over and forgot about.

He and Horseshoe become quick friends and he learns that crabs not just a juvie hall but a zonerunner, that he risks his life sneaking in and out of the city to deliver news and supplies to the killjoys out in the desert and vise versa. Sandman turns out to be quite useful, because hes good with computers and especially, radio equipment, since he grew up with that stuff in his basement and copying all that music and playing some over the frequencies when he could, and he fixes up their old shit and becomes the radio operator of the underground rebellion, the voice of the voiceless. He's basically the cherri cola of battery city, as in hes given the task of feeding news to the juvie halls on the streets and so he's always on the air and monolauging what is just weird poetry or random stories to any untrained ears, but while cherri colas thing is actualy just poetry, sandmans is actually speaking entirely in code that only juvie halls will be able to pick apart, because PAX AM isn't some far off station in the zones like WKIL, no, it broadcasts from inside the walls of battery city and better living could always be listening in. Did I make this his thing entirely to play into the lyric all the walls lean in to listen? Maybe.

Hes actually known as Mr Sandman now, took the codename when he became their radio operator, but the suitehearts aren't a thing yet, no, thats still a long way off. Benzedrine isn't even part of the rebellion yet. He also gets his distinct style, encuraged by the juvie halls who just like killjoys push for everyone to be an individual and fuck the citys mandates, so goth gnc bitch it is. The longer hes in the underground the more disconnected from gender he gets.

There's a raid to the underground, someone must have tipped bli off. A solid blow is dealt to the rebellion in the form of a good number of juvie halls being captured, sandman one of them. Now being some low level dealer can get you dracced, but being a real juvie hall gets you something much worse, re-education, because you have to be smart to be a rebel and have survived this long, and bli can use those smarts, as long as they tear you down to a blank slate first. Thats what re-education is, picking you apart piece by piece, drugging you up and pouring propaganda and altered history down your throat until youre a 'functioning member of society'

He's assumed dead or beyond saving from the mindfuck of re-education by the remaining rebellion, who after this bust has to move base to a different part of the city. But about six months after he was taken and the radio went silent, his voice mysteriously reappears, speaking in code about the old base, where the escaped suitehearts went back to and found abandoned as they expected it to be, but had hopes of scrounging old supplies or this, broadcasting their return.

The juvie halls find them and bring them and the radio equipment to the new base, and Mr Sandman is officially the voice of the voiceless again, now with a crew.

Eventually they get fancy tech or an antennae or something thats just strong enough to get a signal out to the zones, and theres always been a slow feed of news between the killjoys and the juvie halls via zonerunners, and the cnnectiom can still be stratchy, but now on the good days Sandman can talk directly to doctor death defying to get news out to the zones and vice versa.

Horseshoe Crab

The only sand pup of the suitehearts, grew in the zones with his dad, who was in the helium wars, but he was dusted when Crab was about eight and he went right to gravel gerties, where he stayed until he joined a group of the older kids when they left gertie to go on their own, and let him tag along even if he was the youngest of them by far. They were all crash queens and glitter brains and he put up with them for a while, but eventually drifted off on his own, and was sixteen when he forst got hired by Tommy to meet with some runners in zone one when they cane outta the walls and to help them get their supplies back to his shop. These jobs always paid well, with either his share of supplies or a handful of carbons, so he kept doing them and eventually tagged along with the runners to go in-city to the rebels there. He liked it there, oddly enough, liked meeting so many different types of rebels, because killjoys are.. killjoys. Theyre all gearheads and glitterbrains but juvie halls tend to be more serious while still having fun. They understand the risk of what they do. Killjoys are just kids with guns, they have growing up to do or things to lose before theyre level headed enoughfor Crab to feel lile he gets them.

So it becomes his thing, zonerunning, getting supplies out to Tommy's and news into the city and vise versa, he makes friends in the underground and eventually meets sandman, then gets caught with him and meets the others too. He isnt around all the time, still does runs, and takes Benzedrine in and out with him if theres someone in the zones that desperately needs a real doctor.

Donnie the Catcher

Hell of an engineer, even figures out robotics, he grew up working in a garage in the neon district, and as he got older, started helping out androids that needed repairs in secret. Its looked down upon to help androids, simce theyre not human and not seen as human, and thats what their service hubs are for, to request repairs, but he knows theres no real help there, not if they're an older model or anything other than some high ups customized pornodroid. Most droids just end up recycled in the incinerators or rusting in the streets, so he does what he can to help when they start falling apart.

He doesn't agree with bli, with how he treats these people, and when a service droid named Jenny that he's helped a handful of times invites him to the underground, because droids can be juvie halls too, theyve gotta be fukin brave to be, because where human juvie halls will be reducated or dracced, rebelling droids will just be shot for going against their programming. Donnie tells Jenny he has to stay and support his family at the garage, but if he can help out he'd be glad to as long as he can get back to the garage at the end of the day. Thats how he becomes a juvie hall. One day down the line he heads to the base and he was there for maybe a half hour when the raid happened and he was captured with the others. He was newer than sandman and crab and had never really crossed paths with them since he didnt spend a whole lot of time in the underground, so hes meeting them for the first time when theyre brought in for re-education. He was one of the ones that stayed quiet and glared, mostly worried about Jenny, that they were there and maybe caught in the raid, becaue she may be all metal but they totally kissed a couple times.

When they all escape he becomes a full time resident in the underground, knowing he can never go back to the garage a fugitive. But not seeing his family is better than the alternative of having been reducated and torn apart at the seams. Besides, once he's got the suitehearts, they're all inseparable.

That's it, once they're a crew, all their experiences and skills combined, they're a unique group for sure. Sandman and Crab already have their own looks and weird relstionships with gender, but Donnie and Benz have never put much thought into the individuality stuff, Benz a slave to Better Living his whole life and Donnie focused on working and surviving. Eventually they find their weird styles, colors theyre fond of as a fuck you to bli, and then the facepaint, it marks them as a crew and as people ready to fight for their cause. Anyway what if I said Donnie transfem she/he(and yes. rocking the beard) :3

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As for the second version, its mostly the same, its just like.. the zones version for stories where they know they fab four. They're all younger and they're basically split between the city and the zones. Their backstories are pretty much the same except Benzedrine got out before he was even really a surgeon, hes still a damn good doctor though, and Sandman left to be a killjoy instead of sticking around the underground. Crabs still a zonerunner that gets Benz in and out to help people and when hes in the desert he bunks with sandman in his concession stand turned weird little trailer in the outskirts of zone two. And Donnies zoneborn too instead of Mrs androidfucker in the city, shes Sandman's good friend and mechanic when he gets into racing at the crash track. They're all good friends and still very much a crew, theyre based out of he zones, Benz too, theyre just still a bit spread out at times when someone in the underground needs help.

Ugh man is there anything missing idk well if there is I guess I can add it later. Okay the end 👍

[pinnings]

Otakon is this weekend! Here’s where you can find me in the Artist Alley - table F304! 💚

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horseshoe crab: well, this couldn't possibly get any weirder.

mr. sandman: i am under the firm belief that it always can! please welcome THE MYSTERY CONTESTANT!

[the curtains pull back to reveal dr. benzedrine, holding a decapitated baby doll]

[the-traffic-report]

Hi do you have any headcanons about mr sandman?

I’m trying to find more Suitehearts content & stuff

(And I don’t know if you do sign offs, but if you do can I have -🎸🦔 ?)

So I didn't really have plans for sign offs but if you decide you want to use one you're more then welcome to! (so yes you can absolutley have that one)

Mr Sandman

Born June 5th 2003 in Battery city

Both his mother and his father were higher up’s in bli (he found a picture of himself as a baby with his parents and the director once and still gets chills if he thinks too much about it)

Despite his parents positions he was heavily medicated as a child, often getting sudden mood swings which carried over to when he went off the pills in the dessert

He had two much younger siblings as a child, none of the rest of the suitehearts or Kobra know about them, he still carries an immense amount of guilt over leaving them behind, on some nights when he's left alone with his thoughts for too long he thinks about what their lives look like now.

He became a juvie hall at 13 when he ran away from home, he still took a small dose of pills to keep himself stable but otherwise rejected them

They pretty quickly covered themselves in tattoos and piercings, part of it was a way to control things for once, another part was to reject the conformity of the city

 He left sooner than most other juvie halls do, leaving the city just a few months after becoming one

After he left the city he quickly fell into the music and clubs of the zones, which quickly led him to trying zone’s drugs (mostly hallucinogens) he used them to help get off of the bli pills but often times they only made him worse

It was only a few weeks that he was able to keep it up because after a night of passing out deliriously someone brought him to doctor death defying, knowing that he was often the one helping kids get off of wave riding and other zone drugs

He was initially distrusting of Dr d and the rest of the radio crew (Cherri cola [my beloved.], newsie, show pony, and occasionally chimp), but after a few late night talks with show pony slowly warmed up to them

He got his killjoy name when helping organize records one day, he found the black album and fell in love with it, it came from the song enter sandman but also from an old story his mother used to tell him about a creature named sandman who would throw sand in his eyes that would cause them to fall out if he didn’t go to sleep (Since bli has strict sleep regulations parents often times will scare their children into sleeping to avoid them being medicated further)

He also found out about goth clothing and quickly built up a new wardrobe for himself, he gets heat exhaustion almost every time he goes outside because he refuses to wear anything but black, dark purple, or gold

He met (horseshoe)crab and Donnie(the catcher) when the two had come to talk to Dr. D about a juvie hall they had met and the best way to get him out of the city safely, Dr. D had suggested sandman going with them since he had gotten out himself and likely knew ways other people might not and he needed a crew of his own anyway

Despite how opposite the two are he and Benzedrine are the closest, both coming from the city gave them something in common

They balance each other out in an odd way, Sandman sitting and talking while Benzedrine works, Benzedrine’s bright yellow clothes next to sandman’s black

He met Kobra at the crash track, they had both heard of each other before but hadn’t talked until a day when Kobra got hurt and the other came to help him

A year into living in the zone's one of his friends dog's had puppies and was fully convinced the runt of the litter wouldn't survive, Sandman told them that he would take the dog and he did, he took the dog home with no warning and named him Hemingway after an author from a book he read once

Hemingway is a small bulldog puppy who is about a year and a half old now, Sandman made him a collar out of some spare leather they had (if anyone wants just Hemingway headcannons I can and will make a post just for him.)

He adores Hemingway so much, and so do the rest of the suitehearts (even if Benzedrine won't admit it)

Ok some more random headcannons now

He speaks fluent french because as a child his father wanted Sandman and his siblings to all know it 

He’s bisexual and non-binary, he goes by all pronouns but most people just use he/him and he’s okay with that (if i ever end up actually writing something i’m going to use all but i just didn't want to fight google docs tonight)

He and Kobra sneak off to meet each other and often times scare their respective crews doing so because they leave at night and forget to leave a note 

Whenever he does fall into using drugs again he usually spirals quickly until someone can help to pull him out of it

He wears mostly goth clothing in black, including a long leather coat that hes constantly sweating to death in, his mask is a bandana that he painted a skull on after realizing how much work it would be to do that makeup so often (he still wears heavy eyeliner often though)

He stopped straightening his hair when he moved to the zones, a piece of it in the front is now pink and the rest of it is black, his hair is one of the few things he actually puts time into maintaining

Let me know if you have anymore requests my asks are always open! <3

[highendphsrs]

This may be a stretch but I just realized the America's suitehearts might be based off of an English/French deck of cards suitmarks

[marsingtonn]

Wezer

[wentzsmatchacup]

The Suitehearts!!!! <333

These are my Suitehearts designs. I love them so dearly <3 I ended up doing little doodles of them in the blank spaces but that was after I took these pictures lol. Also don’t mind how smudged they are AAAAAA THEMMMM

[knifesxedge]

+ the suitehearts bracelets i made! wanted to make a separate post for these since they technically go with folie a deux but are also kind of their own thing ❤️

[modernlovez]

Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts!

[mystic-maniac]

Woah hey what if I post art here??? 🤯😳

Anyways here are some suiteheart sillies for your viewing pleasure because that music video has been my only personality trait for the past week or so

you could’ve knocked me out with a feather 💫

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Stupid little vampire suitehearts doodles bc i have been rotating them in my head all day

[cuz-reasons]

My tattoo artist yesterday told me that I was really good at getting tattooed and all I could think about was that I was getting a good grade in tattoo

[horseshoemybeloved]

Reading my suitehearts google doc for the first time in a while + having memory issues is making it feel like someone else wrote about my suitehearts and i get it read the little story :)

[the-traffic-report]

Dr Benzedrine headcanons GO

Ok ok so first real post time!

Dr. benzedrine:

He was born in a wealthy part of the city april 27th 2003

Both of his parents were BLI employes who encouraged him from a young age to follow in their footsteps 

When he was 14 he got an internship at a medical facility (In the city 16 is considered an adult so it’s not unreasonable to start working a real job at 14)

The city often times doesn’t give people much of an opportunity to have a childhood and Benzedrine was one of the people who fell into that

He wasn’t very good at following rules though, often times he would get curious about the effects of things in a less than ethical way

He met Donnie (the catcher) when he was 13, Donnie was there to help with zones smuggling and was the person to show Benzedrine how fucked up the city was, he slowly started seeing more and more of it

He left when he was 14 turning 15 with Donnie, and soon after started living with (horseshoe) Crab, Donnie, and Sandman

Knowing about actual medical treatments gave the suitehearts a pretty big advantage in the zones compared to other crews

He's the closest with Sandman since they're both from the city and can understand each other a bit more

Also that motherfucker burns the fastest out of almost anyone in the desert, even after years of being there he’s still paper white but he has amassed a ridiculous amount of freckles

To most people Benzedrine is really mysterious because out of all the suitehearts he gets out the least, he’s very antisocial around people who aren’t a part of his crew

His style is weird even in killjoy terms, it’s lots of weird little hats and bright neon yellows, you could see the guy from a mile away

He’s agender and has really never understood the concept of gender as a whole since he just doesn’t have one, he goes by he/it pronouns

Hes also aroace (triple A battery if you will) and completely romance repulsed, he hates hearing about other people's romantic relationships and would complain about being nauseous if he saw any public displays of affection

Earned the nickname “Mr. medical malpractice” from Crab (he absolutely never had a real medical license)

And speaking of nicknames, no one but his crew can call it “Benze” it’s strictly for people he’s extremely close to, it’s also one of the only nicknames people can use

Unlike the rest of his crew Benzedrine never really uses zone’s slang as much as his crewmates, it was just never something that caught on for him

Please feel free to use the asks to request more characters!