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Headcanons for the incredible Mortal Engines series by Philip Reeve. Made by Maddie Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 11 years ago
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Can you do a sketch of Murnau?
Sorry, I can't draw to save my life, but maybe one of my followers can help? 
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 12 years ago
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Mortal Engines Fancast by skytramp
Daniela Bobadilla as Katherine Valentine
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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The Child in Her Eyes
Here’s a little drabble about Hester in the first days of Wren’s life. 
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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062: Hester's Sleepless Nights
Most nights, Hester Shaw would lay awake and restless, her hand compulsively scratching at her scars until she could no longer stand the irritation. Even after all these years, she still feared that Tom would leave her, think she was a monster, all because of those scars. But every night, almost like clockwork, Tom would snuggle closer to her in his sleep, and once more that crooked smile would mark her face.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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061: Anna Fang had learned to develop a loathing for bananas, after discovering that their supposed teeth-whitening properties left much to be desired.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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Rusty Hair
A short drabble, featuring Wren x Theo. M rated. 
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He loved her hair. It was that perfect rusty colour, like the final strings of sunlight as the sun set of a cloudless evening, and, even after so long together, it still astounded him.
Theo hadn't been surprised to find that she was even more beautiful naked, her lovely lop-sided hair brushing her pale, strong shoulders, her long fingers covering herself shyly.
She hadn't been so shy when he kissed her breasts later, or when he first entered her, and she screamed his name and a thousand curses. He felt awful for hurting her, but soon she was pleading with him to go harder, faster, telling him she loved him.
And afterwards, with her rusty hair splayed out across his chest, his fingers stroking her back, he wondered if life could get any better.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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An apology
Dear wonderful followers,
I'm so hideously sorry that I haven't posted in weeks, but I'm all out of inspiration to be honest. So I have a masterplan:
PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR OWN! The submission box is open and here for you to submit headcanons, your own fanfic or drabbles, and anything else Mortal Engines-related that you want to get off your chest.
I will be posting fanfiction based on the series as shortly as I can get it finished. It's not headcanon, but it should quench some of your thirst for ME stuff!
So hopefully, this site will not bore you any more, and we can ignite some more Mortal Engines love on tumblr!
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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060: Tom loved to stroke Hester´s face like a blind man, getting to know every cut and every plane and run his fingers along her scar. She hated that, and would swat him away, but instead he would just kiss his way down it, and she didn´t like to complain about that.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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059: Wren didn't know how they were going to cope with children aboard the Jenny Haniver II, but she wanted them so badly that she and Theo decided they would have them anyway. And when the caramel-skinned, grey-eyed little girl learnt to run around on the deck, she wondered why they'd worried in the first place.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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“She flung the sword aside and stood watching while Masgard’s blood soaked pinkly into the snow and the big white flecks began to bury the gold he had thrown at her. Her elbows ached and she had an odd feeling of disappointment. She had expected more of this night. She wanted something other than this dazed, hollowed-out feeling that she was left with. She had been expecting to die. It seemed wrong that she was still alive, not even hurt. She thought of all those dead Huntsmen. Other people had been killed in the battle too, no doubt, all because of what she’d done. Was she not to be punished at all?
Somewhere among the warehouses on the lower tier, a single pistol-shot rang out.”
-Philip Reeve, Predator’s Gold
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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058: Nimrod Pennyroyal was jealous of Tom. He'd always played at adventuring, but Tom was a real hero. It was funny how hero-worshipping could so easily flip over.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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OH MY GOD. Your page just popped up in a tag I track and I was like ASDFGHJKL. I didn't know that there were any other Mortal Engines fans out there. Wow, I'm sorry for the randomness of this but you're amazing.
Thank you!! We Mortal Engines fans need to stick together!
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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Wolf Kobold - Ben Barnes
The grey dawn and the landing lights and the wind flapping his coat-tails about made him look more handsome and piratical than ever. But Wren had always had a soft spot for pirates and at least Wolf's smile was friendly and welcoming.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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Theo Ngoni - John Boyega
It was all Wren's doing, he thought as he fell. Wren; that odd, brave, funny girl whom he had met in Brighton, his fellow slave. "Go home to your mother and father," she had told him, after they escaped together. "They still love you, and they'll welcome you, I'm sure.' And she had been right.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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057: Wren still loved the sunset. She would sit on the deck of the Jenny Haniver II and gaze out for hours, until the sky was dark. Theo often secretly set their course to follow the sun, so she could watch it for as long as she liked, and never have to lose it. He wondered if she just liked the colours, or if she hoped to see her parents over in the sunless country together, but it didn't matter. He would always be there to steer them to a sunset, and to take her in his arms once it was over.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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Cynthia Twite - Roxanne McKee
'I don't suppose Cynthia's even your real name, is it?' 
The other girl looked surprised. 'Of course it is. Why shouldn't it be?'
'Well, it's not very spy-ish,' said Wren.
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mortalenginesheadcanons · 13 years ago
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No way!! Personally I feel Jim Broadbent would fit the deal brilliantly (for Nimrod Pennyroyal), It's almost as if the role was made for him! But that's just me :P
Ooh good choice! I don't know if he's a little old for Pennyroyal but hey I hadn't thought of him! Keep sending any suggestions, guys!
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