#everything is burning ; headcanons

[class-of-classic-blog]

Lectures that Badwolf taught his class behind Grimms back:

" 101 way to start a fire"

"Law's loopholes: how to do illegal things in a legal way"

" Poisons and their purposes"

"How to get away with murder"

" The Dark Side of the History: villians won and it got erased from history"

" How to couse mental brakedown ( to someone else)"

" Psychopaths and sociopaths"

"How to get away with numerous crimes"

"Ways of manipulations"

" How to fake your own death : the final plan"

" Faking legal documents"

[shrimpyjackal]

Yes I`ve finally desided to watch A new wish and I`m now one of his fans

[dootznbootz]

I saw something that said that if Odysseus had to choose between himself VS. Penelope and Telemachus he'd always choose himself. How he'd be miserable and he would try to weasel his way out of it but if it really was no other option he'd still do it and...

Odysseus is an incredibly selfish man, that's not wrong. And he definitely has his cruel streak. But his whole thing is his unconditional devotion and loyalty to his family while basically being a rat bastard to everyone else. He literally puts himself in danger for them multiple times, even just in their NAME multiple times.

But this is the same man who pretended to be INSANE for at least a MONTH so he wouldn't have to leave them. I guess you could say it's because he's a coward or because of the prophecy but if he didn't care he wouldn't have saved his son. But even with all that, to have a mad king? That leaves your kingdom vulnerable. There could've been a fucking usurping. Ithaca doesn't have much fertile land and yet he destroys some of it. Even then in some versions, it's him literally running to scoop up his baby, "hearing thundering hooves past his head". Putting himself in danger in multiple ways as SAVING HIS SON MEANT HE WAS GOING TO WAR. WAR ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN GUARANTEE THAT YOU'LL COME BACK FROM.

EVEN IN THEIR NAMES, HE PUTS HIMSELF IN DANGER FOR THEM. Calypso asks what is so lovely about his wife that makes him not want her, a beautiful goddess. Said goddess has been abusing him for years yet he still says that he will ALWAYS go back to them putting himself at risk just DEFENDING Penelope and he's literally dragged back to her grotto immediately after. He even tells her the only way he would stop trying to get to them is if he were dead.

He is deeply hurt by her rejection but even then HE ASKS FOR A SEPARATE BED. He calls her cruel and stubborn and he's tearing up but he never threatens her despite her rejection could literally end bad for him. Paris for example, after Helen rips into him about how Menelaus was the better man and warrior who didn't back down, he basically tells her "Hey! You should be happy your husband's alive! ...Get in the bed."

Like??? he puts them first often, even if it means his own discomfort!!!

I don't think he would let Penelope or Telemachus suffer so he would be free. That feels like the fucking Tele-GONE-y to me. You can keep his "rat bastardness" there because if he was for example, being dragged to Hades or something, he'd give Penelope a look and they'd probably have a plan for him to get out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He's sometimes said to be the son of Sisyphus. Who's to say he wouldn't do that as well? And if it was him "doomed to eternal damnation". He'd be trying the whole time to get back to them. (that'd...honestly be a perfect punishment for him.)

Idk, They're selfish about practically everything but each other

[secret-agent-of-bullshitery]

If we got to see in depth, the repercussions of any of the demigods in pjo i think it'd be interesting to see Will's.

Will, who heals people, absorbing their pain, their wounds eating away at him, literally.

He can calm people down but at the same time, takes in their anxiety, causing him to go into panic attacks at random and develop anxiety himself.

His vein's turning dark as he's overworked by healing, his body growing weaker and weaker until his skin turns an ashy gray.

His body, littered with scars from the moments in battle where he cannot heal them and must bear the reminder of them forever.

He can heal wounds but not scars, he's terrified when he finds out at 12 years old, when he's healed an Aphrodite kid and they get upset with him because there's a deep scar left over on their skin, he's terrified at the reminder that, although he is half god, at his core he is human.

[frosty-tian]

New headcanon just dropped.

(Connected dots with noise-cancelling ear muffs/defenders(?). Graham’s probably editing a document for university or something.)

[kinokoshoujoart]

the coolest kids in forgotten valley!!☆

(…it seems there may have been a stretch of time where rock and lumina were the only kids in forgotten valley…🥲)

poseref

[iwannascreameurekaa]

hear me out on this okay but what about a rewrite of HoO where Leos fire powers do in fact impact him physically

they leave his finger tips with a charred look and he has burn marks everywhere on his body in clumps

it doesn't hurt him it never does but it always makes some sort of physical change depending on how hot the fire was and where it was etc etc

There's always smoke coming off of him like he's always ready to burst into flames

his eyes glow with a tint of fire because that's what's under his skin that's what's behind his bones

fire

he always smells like something burning sometimes it's good like meat cooking or s'mores and sometimes he smells like burning shoes and burnt pop corn it all depends on his mood, what he himself ate, the area surrounding him, etc

(also his skin is too hot for anyone to touch

touching his bare skin will burn you)

[bumblingbabooshka]

TOS-Era Michael Burnham

[kazutora-kurokawa]

y'all know those little popcorn things that you put on the stove? the ones shaped like a pan....yeah, Baji would bring one of those to class and try to pop popcorn with a lighter 🤭 (he's so real for that tho)

[loopdile]

transcription under the cut!

The worst ship chart ever.

Ship name: Loopdile

[insert very tiny math] Ages: 43 and 31? Age difference: 8?

Portrait of Odile with an eyebrow raised saying "I'm not telling." Name: Odile. Gender: trans woman (maybe nb but idrc rn). Sexuality: Aro lesbian.

Portrait of Loop with a finger raised saying "I'm not telling~" Name: Loop. Gender: Nonbinary (??? what is identity). Sexuality: Ace bi

General sliders. "Relationship starts quickly vs the slowest burn you can possibly imagine" is marked fairly close to slowly and trails off towards slow burn. "They'll be together forever vs They'll break up after 2 months tops" has two marks, one at 2 months and one really close to forever. "Cute couple vs dear god they're ugly" is marked a quarter slider away from cute. "Reasonably healthy and normal relationship vs They're dying and getting killed and hurt man" has a wide mark all the way from the halfway point to a quarter away from healthy. "Extremely popular ship vs literally no one ships this but me" is marked fairly close to no one.

Specific sliders. "Giddy and happy to be in love vs they just killed themselves 40 times in their head at the idea of being in love" has loop at died and odile fairly close to died. "The madoka vs the homura" has loop at homura and odile a third of the slider away. "Telling anyone who will listen about their partner vs rarely brings up that they're in a relationship" has loop a quarter away from telling anyone and odile fairly close to rarely. "eats and/or encourages a healthy diet vs eats dry instant noodles only" has loop at noodles and odile a third away from healthy. "crazy ass vs truck freak" has loop at crazy ass and odile fairly close to truck freak.

Tell me why your ship is interesting... go!

What draws them together? Odile is the only motherfucker that can handle them; Loop is weird and intriguing.

What stands in the way? Poor communication skills; Loop is clingy but Odile often needs space; Loop lashes out and self-isolates.

What are their good traits? They're both hilarious and dedicated to the bit; they're both devoted to their loved ones.

What makes them hopeless at romance? Odile is aro-spec and uninterested in romance; Loop both hates/fears and craves romance; Luckily they can just be something stranger!

Describe them with one trope: found family, deadpan x emotional, secret third thing, I'll protect you from yourself.

[adokle]

Honey, based on her look in the Fighting Vipers manga.

[kaeyachi]

Being an Alberich means planning to perfection.

Even after the fall of their nation, their clan still upholds that belief.

And so, he planned to perfection.

Every single page on their written history is burned to a crisp, ensuring that no one could fully trace the plot back to them so easily.

Careful maneuvering around Teyvat ensures that no one would recognize him and his son should they do a search.

And then there is the storm that is bound to arrive soon, if the gray skies are to be trusted.

The storm will surely last long, and it will wash away his footsteps, his scent, and his image from any wandering eyes. They will not be able to track him down as soon as he leaves his son.

He notices his son from the corner of his eyes, glancing at him. His tiny (too tiny) hands fiddle with the edge of his worn-out cloak in anxiety, aware of what is to come.

Kaeya, his dearest son Kaeya... he is smart, brave, and strong. He will be an amazing spy. It's just... he was just so young...

Still, they had no one else who could do it, and so, he equips the child with as much knowledge as he possibly could.

He taught him how to speak, read, and write in common, gave him basic skills for any sort of weapon, and showed him how to plan like a leader of a nation.

He believes that his son, as young as he is, is ready for the mission.

What he worries for is everything else about his son.

Kaeya is a wonderful and loving soul - a kind-hearted child. He would catch his son watching the world with awe and wonder in his eyes. Everything about Teyvat fascinated him. He could hear the light clanking in his child's pockets, full of trinkets he had collected on their journey to Mondstadt.

He has scolded his child about those trinkets because they make too much noise, yet the child stubbornly keeps them ( his child instead learned to be silent). He is not immune to his child's begging eyes. He lets the child keep the trinkets.

He wonders if he would have spoiled his child in another life with shiny trinkets and pretty shells.

Perhaps in a perfect life, Kaeya would have been the perfect son, and he would have been his son's perfect fa-

Thunder and lightning put a stop to his thoughts.

Now was not the time to dream.

Love and kindness are risks to their plans, especially for the role his child has to play.

A spy has no space for a heart. A heart could get you killed.

He tells this to his son. The boy nods, mildly in confusion, unsure of what he means just yet. His son would understand someday.

.

.

.

The first few drops of the rain start to pour.

.

.

.

He is an Alberich with a perfect plan.

He is not a perfect father.

He never could be the moment their nation fell.

His heart is plagued with fear for his son and anger at the archons - at Celestia - for forcing their hands to do such tactics.

He glances at a distance instead of at his son to make the child know that the hatred was not for him. Kaeya has to know the hatred is not and never will be for him.

He hopes Kaeya could forgive him for this, but he is their only hope.

The rain grows stronger. He leaves without turning back. He feels the stare of his child haunt him anyway.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

hi!! hope youre having a good day :) would you write a short like,, makeout fic with pluto if you dont mind? thank you!! i love your writing sm

A/N: HI ANON YOU'RE SO KIND OMG!! Thank you for being so patient with me aghgfhgehfg- I just started college and moved in on my own, which is like, a huge change. So yeah life has been hectic those last few months. But hey! Here it finally is!

On a calm afternoon

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You could hear the oxygen getting engulfed in his lungs as he breathed in. From where you were resting on Pluto's chest, eyes half-lidded, you could hear every calm breath he took. Your head rising up, then down. Up, then down. Over and over again, to the same rhythm.

It was peaceful, you thought.

The way the sunlight sipped through the window of his room, and the comfortable silence between the two of you as he focused on the book he was reading, sitting on his bed with his legs on each side of your figure.

In your drowsy state, you heard the harmonious sound of air filling his lung, and felt your head raise a little higher as he took a deep breath, grounding you back on earth and taking you away from the sweet slumber you were about to fall into.

You tried to reposition your head with a groan. Somehow, gaining consciousness has made your position less comfortable than it was before, and you let out a small huff.

Just as you stopped moving, you felt the touch of five fingertips grazing at the skin of your skull; the sensation made your eyes flutter open, and you looked up at your boyfriend.

He has that calm, relaxed position. Expression neutral, his eye moving slightly from left to right has he keeps reading his book line after line. In the same time, you could still hear the air in his lungs, and his fingers threading through your hair.

This was everything you had ever wanted.

The circumstances around the two of you were so strange, you had to admit. You still struggled to understand how death could be such a lively experience – having you running around, discovering and learning when you should be laying still, somewhere under the dirt.

But this, this relationship that Pluto and you shared, it was enough to make you forget about it all.

It felt way too much like life to be anything you could possibly find in death. It was so real that it made anything else seem pale and meaningless in comparison.

It was love, your heart told you. And you knew it was true.

The sensation of his hand leaving your hair brought you back to earth, and you pouted at the loss of his delicate touch.

The faintest ghost of a smile painted his lips for a moment as he used his now free hand to turn another page, his eye still fixed on the words.

You couldn’t help but to crave more of him.

The absence of his left hand on your scalp didn’t seem right. It was suddenly making you feel so cold and empty – you wanted his warmth again.

Still against him, you moved further up on his figure, passing your arms underneath him to capture his torso.

His reaction was almost immediate.

You heard a small surprised cry leave him, and felt the muscles in his back and shoulders tense immediately against the palms of your hands.

“Wh… What are you doing?!”

A few weeks ago, Pluto’s anxiousness and bewildered tone would have made you back off instantly, but you were starting to know better. Instead, you melted further against him, nuzzling your face in his neck, earning a shudder from him when your breath hit the base of his jawline, just below his left ear.

“Just cuddling you.” You breathed out with a relaxed tone.

You didn’t move a muscle. After a while of you simply laying on top of him, you felt his breathing slow down little by little, falling back into a calm and even rhythm. His left hand falling onto the back of your head once again, with his fingers threading through your hair.

Another silent moment passed, where you took a deep breath, and sighed. You knew you couldn’t go back to sleep. The yearning for his touch was so addictive – you only wanted to bask in his affection now. To have him as close to you as possible.

Tightening your grip around him, you pressed a firm kiss on his shoulder through the fabric of his clothes.

This time, despite tensing up for a split second, he let out a chuckle in reaction. His chest jumping up and down against yours.

“Now I’m starting to think you might…” he started with a grin, before your teeth grazed slightly against the crook of his neck, the sensation attenuated by his turtle-neck, but still present. He sucked in a breath, and you felt him arch into your touch, his knees bending on each side of you. You were unable to say if the movement was voluntary or not as the rest of his sentence came out in a repressed moan, struggling to form coherent words. “b-be ge-etting a l-little clingy!”

You stopped your attack and grinned pridefully, loving every reaction you could get from him. His left hand was still in your hair, a lot more tense than it was a few seconds ago. Meanwhile, the book he was previously reading was still in his right hand, now closed and held so firmly you were starting to get concerned he might puncture the cover with his fingers.

It didn’t stop you, though.

Pressing another gentle kiss on the dark-haired man’s left shoulder, you dived down to kiss his collarbone through his turtle-neck, your hands tracing the outline of his waist and earning you another shiver, before you slipped them underneath the fabric and against his warm skin.

Pluto let out a groan, his back instantly arching against you like your fingers were burning him in the gentlest way. The book he held fell from his hand as he abandoned it to encircle your shoulders with his arms, hands clawing and gripping at the back of your shirt for support.

He gasped in, stuttering your name before trying to articulate. “W-Wait… T-That’s… That’s n-not cuddling…!”

Your head shot up to look at him. His breath was uneven, his face so warm you wouldn’t be surprised if he started seething. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, his eyebrows pinching up in an anxious expression.

Oh.

Maybe the teasing has gone a bit far, you realized.

Giving him an apologetic smile, you muttered “Sorry. Got a little carried away.” before pressing a gentle, chaste kiss on his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

There was a silence, and you could feel his hands on each sides of you face, where he has placed them when you had kissed.

He looked at you for a moment, seemingly calming down a little. You could still feel his pulse racing, but the way he detailed your face – your lips – seemed less panicked now. He seemed almost… stunned. Like he was amazed to see you here. Like he struggled to realise this was real.

It was this peculiar look he gave you, that made you want to shout from all rooftops how much you loved him.

His hands held you a little firmer, and he shook his head timidly, your faces so close his nose almost brushed yours.

“No.” He answered in a whisper. So low, yet you could hear the conviction in his tone. “Please don’t.”

The grip Pluto has on you was still gentle as he brought you closer, until you went in and kissed him with a smile.

He wasn’t tense or scared anymore – it was far from being your first kiss by this point. He knew he could trust you to be kind on him.

When your hands roamed higher in his back, pushing his shirt up in the process, he shivered and let out a small moan in response. His arms laid around your neck again, one of his hand messing with your hair.

You couldn’t feel more like a teenager than in that moment. It was insane, you knew it. The way every touch, every second was like you were both seventeen again, smiling and kissing and touching each other for the first time.

You wished this could go on forever.

The way his chest arched into yours when you deepened the kiss, the feeling of his tongue lapping at yours tentatively and the sounds he made at every caress of your fingers. You could never get enough of it.

Your heart was stammering against your ribcage, fuelled by how perfectly your hand could fit on his waist, and how his own hands held you ever-so firmly despite the way they trembled, in an attempt to keep you as close to him as possible, knees locked around you and pushing your body against his.

You were both panting by the time you parted, and Pluto’s face was just as red as your mind was hazy.

Dipping your head down in his neck, you brought your left hand up to hook a finger in the collar of his top, pealing it away from his skin to suck a hickey there.

The dark-haired man tried to hold back a whine through his teeth, tightening his hold on you in an attempt to bring you even closer. He was so precious, you thought. Breathing in and out so fast you doubted the oxygen got through his whole body, as he arched and kept holding on to you like you were a life line. Feeling his skin on your fingertips was a pleasure you couldn’t deny yourself.

And suddenly you heard a knock at the door.

Your arms immediately straightened up to push yourself off of your boyfriend and look at the door. Pluto almost fell from his bed with how far he jumped, gripping your shoulders so tightly it was almost painful. You assumed it would probably hurt a lot more, if being his partner didn’t mean being on the receiving hand of those death grips anytime he got scared.

“Pluto?” You heard his best-friend’s – and roommate’s – voice call from the other side. “Can I come in or is there anything… tricky, going on?”

Your brain was empty. Not a single thought going on. You couldn’t find anything to say.

Given the silence from Pluto, he was probably in the same state of mind. Maybe just more panicked.

Well, one of you had to say something – anything, really. You searched for appropriate words to piece out together into a coherent sentence. It was harder than it should have been. “Uuuuuh…”

“Okay!” Duke’s voice cut you out with a nervous tone before you could even have figured out what to tell him. “That’s enough of an answer, I’ll come back later!”

And then he just… left.

Wow. Okay. What just happened.

You blinked a few times in disbelief. This whole interaction seemed surreal.

When you turned toward your boyfriend again, he gave you the same dumbfounded look you were probably giving him, confirming this whole thing was just as unexpected to him as it was to you.

You stared at each other in complete silence for a moment, until he finally processed the whole chain of events. You saw his face progressively turn a dark shade of red, while his expression slowly went from one of pure shock, to a profound embarrassment.

“Bloody heck…”

He buried his face in your shoulder like you’d be able to hide him from his own discomfort, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you realized what has happened too.

“Stop laughing!” He called out without looking up, trying to scold you but you could hear the smile in his voice. “How am I going to explain this to him, now?!”

If that was supposed to stop you, it sure failed. You only kept laughing as you answered “I don’t think he wants you to explain anything.”

This time, you felt him nuzzling further into the crook of your neck, letting out an embarrassed sound as he swore again. “Oh dammit…”

Sympathizing with his unease, you let your laugher die down and ran a hand through his hair until he calmed down.

[skelecored]

figuring out how to draw them + some headcanons :)

[staggersz]

how would you rank them from worst to best cooking skills? I like this ranking thing, it’s fun

I love this question AAAA and im glad u like rankings and lists!! :3

Bruce is 100% the worst. mf cant cook for SHIIIIIT. does he still sometimes cook anyway? yes, absolutely

Billy also can’t really cook, and he’s scared he’s gonna set stuff on fire 😭

Amy is like. mediocre at cooking I would think. She likes when other people cook for her though :)

Gwen like passes the line of mediocre. With terrence being black out drunk sometimes, she and Finn have to cook for theirselves

Donna is good at cooking things, and I think she’d like making treats for her friends and family to enjoy :')

I think Finney would have good cooking skills. He still wants to learn some stuff, and it isn’t his STRONGEST skill but he’s still good at it

Griffin can cook really well, especially with Bonnie teaching him recipes and giving him home made food all the time, he has a good concept about food

Vance is second best. With Bonnie teaching him how to cook + having to cook for himself when he had to go to his dad’s, he has some pretty good cooking skills under his belt

Robin sits at the top with probably the best cooking skills out of all of them, so naturally, they’re all asking if they can have stuff if there’s leftovers of the stuff he makes. His mom taught him a lot, and he still has her recipe book even after she passed, so he’s still learning. He likes doing it a lot also :)

[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Hi~ Your headcanons are so cute) Could you write hcs how Buchigang (separate) will confess love to their s/o?

Sure!

Giorno: he would ask them if they wanted to see his bug collection, and when they said yes he would tell them about his bugs. And then he would say something like “this specific type of bug kills it’s mate, I think that’s neat. I would never do that though because I am not that type of bug, do you want to go on a date?” And that’s how it would go.

Bruno: he unzips his head and his heels and he puts his head on top of his heels and when the person sees he says “I’m falling head over heels for you”. That’s plan one. Plan two is he trips down the stairs when the person is near the stairs and he says “I think I’m falling for you” after he hits his head on the bottom step. He likes plan one better because it involves more zippers, although he could add zippers to plan two if he wanted, like maybe he could unzip his arm as well but that wouldn’t make sense. He is still working on the details.

Abbacchio: he would confess his love over text, but he would take forever to write the text and would be super scared to send it. And eventually he would just decide to say what he wants to say into the voice text thing, but while he is doing that he spills hot tea all over himself and then accidentally hits send before he can edit it. So the text reads: “Hello, just wanted to say that uh I love OH FUCK THAT BURNS FUCK DAMNIT SHIT I HATE EVERYTHING FUCK”.

Mista: he would confess his love in a public setting and it would be super dramatic and embarrassing. Like it would be a one man play (played by him) that he wrote himself and most of it wouldn’t make sense and there would be several musical numbers and it would end in a confession. It would end up on the internet.

Narancia: I feel like if he liked someone romantically, he would just say it without thinking too hard about it. He wouldn’t be afraid at all and doesn’t understand why anyone would be. He wouldn’t have any big plan or anything, he would just blurt it out one day. He would be so sad if he got rejected though.

Fugo: he is super awkward about romantic feelings and would never have the courage to just confess his love for someone. I think the other person would have to confess first and he would just be like “yeah, I feel the same” and then he would pinch himself to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

Trish: she would write them a letter and there would be lots of cute stickers on it! Maybe even send them a gift too, that she made herself.