#headcanon loaded

[igottatho]

Raul the Ghoul, updated with some more portraits.

Headcanons: he enjoys a wide variety of fancy hats, tho part of that is his self-consciousness about how his head looks. He’s self-conscious about his skin in general, but plays it off casual, like most things, preferring to take the path of least resistance in life.

Raul is rather intelligent, leading to a dry sense of humor that comes across as snark, but his kindness belies any real malice. He gets along well with every member of the band couriers companions, but he is the most open with Veronica. At first he was rather wary of Lily, due to his history at Black Mountain.

I’ll provide specific sources throughout the day as I find them, but all pictures are based on images of Danny Trejo, amazing VA of Raul.

Img sources: for all the hat pics it’s the Yakima Herald interview with Danny Trejo re: his many years of sobriety and his struggle with overcoming addiction.

The img of Raul in his Vaquerro hat (and his alternate ending suit haha) is from Billboard

The closeup of Raul’s face on left is a Bixby img of Trejo in a car, but I can’t find the original picture. The one right below is from Trejo’s work in “Alternative spirits”, right from the header . I think Raul probably rarely drinks, but these pics are a good ex of his time at the 38 getting to know everyone.

[canadianno]

WHERE MY GORE LOVERS AT BABY

I never see appreciation for the bishop purgatory designs anywhere, so. I am here. To change that.

I want to see more people mess around with the designs... I want to see more people including silly headcanons and stylizing them!!! Because the designs are all amazing!! The way each design conveys how the lamb fought them is INCREDIBLE.

The top of Leshys' head is devoid of foliage because the rest of him was hidden underground during his fight. Hekets' throat and stomach are raw and skinned because she's always landing and scraping around hard on stone when she's trying to crush you. Kallamar is covered in a large burn because it's so difficult to get close to him during his fight, implying the best strategy was a long range strategy. Shamuras' front is completely torn open and hanging out because they're running directly at you during the entire fight and that is exactly! Where! You'd! Be! Hitting them!

I'm just really really passionate about the bishop purgatory designs. I want to see more people explore them I think they're so cool.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

“It’s heavily implied that-”

I CANT LIVE ON IMPLICATIONS. GIVE ME ANSWERS RIOT, NOW!!!!!!!!!!

[fishareglorious]

kakania numero uno reverse 1999 character on the fact she makes a dig on the sex life of the guy she was dueling with at the moment. while also somewhat kinda maybe implying she fucked his wife

[violent138]

I would find it so funny if Bruce Wayne, who has an ironic and slightly ridiculous disdain for the occult, had to grapple with his kids' deep belief in the occult. For instance, if one of their siblings went missing with no leads, Bruce would insist on a new search strategy while the kids would be convinced they should at least consult a medium once to get proof of life. The medium would call out Batman for his shitty energy and Bruce would contemplate all the life decisions that led to this.

[sane-omblog]

I believe D.D.D would be the strongest smartphone or maybe they just have many versions to fit each type of demons out there

Like

If you like to stay in water, you should choose the D.D.D that is waterproof to even the very deep water

And If you are that kind of demon to live in very high temperature, you will want to choose the heat resistant ones

Oh and if you're a wing demon who like to fly and afraid your phone will drop and crash, choose the one that not get damage from impact

or maybe they sell those very strong phone case

But the most expensive one must be all that combine in to one

[poliffwoog]

The guide fweheuhuieheueuhehehhehehiheh

[catsoupki]

你留下的遺憾 / destruction in your wake (bakugou x reader)

Summary: you wonder whether bakugou remembers you: a girl from his distant past; something he’s left behind. you think he’s forgotten all of your touch and the smell of your hair, but to him, you’re still leaving traces on him, and he’ll never escape

Warnings: just kinda angsty actually, the reader is said to have a chronic illness, didn’t specify what tho, wasn’t expecting to post this so sorry for the lack of capitalisation!

wc: 700

now, at twenty five, you see the ghost of your past haunting you. when you pass by the sandbox, you hear the blooming noises of explosions. you hear the stifling tears from fighting bullies and you smell the stench of nitroglycerin. the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou was this morning, when you were making breakfast in your kitchenette with the television turned on. the bleed of morning sun flutters into your studio apartment, inundating your belongings with warmth. the news channel broadcasted an accident from a previous night, in which pro hero dynamight was able to catch and arrest two villains by himself during his night patrol, but still left destruction in his wake.

it’s the collapse of scaffolding, the uprooting of walkways, with soot and burn scars scalded into the walls of concrete. it’s the name of your childhood love plastered over every single surface that exists.

the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou, you were fifteen. wearing a graduation cap too heavy for your dipped head, donning a robe too large for your then small and sickly thin body.

katsuki bakugou had looked at you with something in the guise of disgust. head held high with a kind of dignity you’re unfamiliar with, the dignity that comes with being the best at what you do, the dignity that encompasses his self-assurance. or perhaps it was betrayal, a shattering unbeknownst to you.

a dream too good to be true— two tickets that would allow you to step foot into the heroes’ world, only to have one fall short, in the name of illness.

he had never visited you during your chronic stay at the hospital. but at twenty five, perhaps now you recall the nameless cards that were littered onto your bed-side table before you had even awoken, at the glimpse of dawn.

a promise broken by betrayal— he looks at you, from a pedestal unto the commoners, he looks at you with his head tilted high and leaned back, as if he’s too afraid to get too close. maybe he is. he was never good at deceiving you.

since the day of your graduation, you see the ghost of your past everywhere. when you walk past the convenience store on the way to work, only to be greeted by the face of dynamight on the package of onigiris. and when you go shopping with friends, you'll be reminded of his face on the commercial district billboard for calvin klein.

he is everything you’re not, and likewise, vice versa. you’re everything he’s not. your contact is left to collect dust in his phone but he’s sure you would’ve forgotten him by now. it’s the doing of his teenage self, to push you and your illness away until you recover, until you move on with life, onto normalcy. you won’t ever realise the years that he had used his birthday wishes and new years fortune to pray for your recovery. for you to make it out of the hospital, alive and well, because what is there to being a hero if not for you? what is there to protect when you’re not even there?

but he also won’t ever know the times you’ve knelt in front of the television in your childhood home, when you were sixteen, bowing your head and praying to god that even if he doesn’t show you mercy, he should at least use that to keep bakugou safe, alive and well.

it’s been over a decade. the last time he saw you, you had pale cheeks and barely made it to the graduation ceremony without fainting. your body was sticks and bones, remnants of an unhealed sickness that stole your dreams away.

he sees you now in the flowers he receives. he sees you in the eyes of students in the schools that he gives talks at. a childlike wonder that never got to grow up, a kindness that was killed over and over again until you became a tinder without a fire.

he tells himself: he’s moved on. and perhaps except for izuku, no one will ever notice just how ugly the scar on his heart is. you’re no hero, you’re no villain, you’re something of the in-between, but still, you leave destruction in your wake.

[boyfhee]

⪩⪨ MASTERLIST ───── old archive

🎀 creator's pick

ʬʬ ﹫ LEE HEESEUNG

ⵌ sight & sin ﹪ 0.6k, neighbours to lovers ⵌ shared vice ﹪ 1.0k, playboy hee ⵌ pretty girl ﹪ 0.9k, bsf hee, slight fwb ⵌ dine at home ﹪ 0.8k, est rel. ⵌ downbad texts ﹪ text fic, est rel. ⵌ kiss and kill ﹪ rivals to lovers

ʬʬ ﹫ PARK JONGSEONG

ⵌ memoirs of the wind ﹪ 2.07k, angst 🎀 ⵌ boyfriend texts ﹪ text fic, est rel. ⵌ fever dream ﹪ 1.5k, bsf2l 🎀 ⵌ melting ﹪ fluff, est rel. 🎀

ʬʬ ﹫ SIM JAEYUN

ⵌ matchmaker ﹪ smau, exes to lovers ⵌ strawberry lips ﹪ 0.5k, tutor jake ⵌ kisses and soup ﹪ 0.8k, est rel. ⵌ rewards ﹪ 0.6k, est rel.

ʬʬ ﹫ PARK SUNGHOON

ⵌ secret never kept ﹪ 0.7k, est rel. ⵌ boyfriend texts ﹪ text fic, est rel. ⵌ candlelit ﹪ 10k, roommate au 🎀 ⵌ downbad texts ﹪ text fic, est rel. ⵌ better than your ex ﹪ smau, ongoing 🎀

ʬʬ ﹫ KIM SUNOO

ʬʬ ﹫ YANG JUNGWON

ʬʬ ﹫ NISHIMURA RIKI

ⵌ boyfriend headcanons ﹪ fluff, est rel.

✶ OTHER / OT7

pickup lines ៸៸ texts

touch of love ៸៸ hcs

jealousy, jealousy ៸៸ hcs

surprise back hugs ៸៸ hcs 🎀

wiping their kisses ៸៸ hcs

“she's busy” prank ៸៸ texts

calling them “pretty boy” ៸៸ hcs 🎀

“is your girlfriend single?” ៸៸ hcs

clingy boyfriends ៸៸ hcs

pulling them by their belt ៸៸ hcs 🎀

[sebdoesthings]

Skateboard clock in Reki's room, this is not a drill, this boy built an analogue clock out of an old board

[akemiiya]

besties in every universe

[j0kers-light]

OMFG CHAOS! ♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎

I am obsessed with your version of airhead!reader!! She's so soft and naive and ahhhh! 😝 I see alot of myself in her and I was thinking bout a request where J snaps at her probably for no reason, this is J he's always being a big meanie! Maybe she runs off and he has to calm her down somehow? I know you will come up with something better than I can! I love your writing!!!!1 Oh and pls take your time girly no pressure if you don't wanna write this! 💕

Luv you Chaos !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Hey hi my lovely anon! 🖤✨

I'm so happy you loved airhead!reader, I'm always self conscious about writing for a pink aesthetic since I hate that color with a passion 😤 but, this ain't about me. You asked and I shall deliver!

I hope you enjoy anon! I wrote this while bedridden from my period, so if there are any errors haha no there isn't 😉

After your unexpected visit to Joker’s hideout with your bright smile and tasty sweets, you are welcomed with open arms by his crew.

They can’t help but love your adoring personality!

Joker might not like you around his organization, but he can’t deny you anything if it makes you happy. And being apart (a tiny part) makes you very, very happy 🥰

You waltz in almost every Friday with baked treats for everyone to enjoy, bringing rays of sunshine with you. ☀️✨

The goons let you play Mario Kart with a customized pink controller and include you in on juicy gossip around the hideout to keep you company while Joker is out terrorizing the city.

However, more often than not, you are left to your own devices because everyone is busy.

And that spells trouble because you don’t understand the concept of danger. At. All. 🙃

You wander the hideout and unknowingly meddle in things that should be left alone.

You almost got hurt from a few well placed boobytrap and you almost burned down the abandoned kitchen after trying to light the oven.

That thing has seen better days decades ago but you swore you could fix it. You of all people...

Joker isn’t happy. His Sunlight is a magnet for danger and he honestly wishes you would stay far farrrrr away from his operations but again.

When has he ever said no to his sweet girl? It’s virtually impossible, so you keep visiting much to his annoyance.

Joker’s solution is to lock you inside his office but that soon backfires when you throw a tantrum and somehow hurt yourself.

He’s more annoyed that you broke his favorite office chair so when you whine that you’re in pain? Oh Joker has had enough.

Joker came back from an unsuccessful mission to loud sobs coming from his office. Frost shrugged his shoulders before uttering, “I don’t get paid enough.” as he walked off.

Pussy. Fine, Joker could handle this! He wasn’t terrified of you..

When he opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor with his broken chair lying in pieces around you, his already limited patience evaporated like vapor.

“What did ya get into now?” He groaned.

You sobered up your tears and tried to greet Joker but the large cut on your leg stung too much so you remain seated. You weren’t expecting J to be in such a nasty mood.

“Are ya too dumb to speak, Y/n? I asked a question?” He rolled his eyes when your lower lip wobbled.

Sure you were a bit ditzy, but Joker never insulted you about it. To hear him belittle you at a time like this, hurt more than falling out of the chair.

You tried to respond but apparently not fast enough for J’s liking.

“You wouldn’t be sitting there lookin’ stupid if ya stayed at home! Whyy do I keep you around?”

The last part was said under his breath but you heard it loud and clear and it shattered your heart.

You ignored the pain and ran out of Joker’s office, a sobbing mess. He waved you off and set to work cleaning up the mess you left behind. He’d deal with you later.

When he reached down to pick up a broken piece, it sliced through his hand and made him hiss. It didn’t hurt him but that wasn’t the case for you.

His sweet Sunlight with your low tolerance to pain. It must’ve been agonizing. Seeing droplets of blood on the floor made him feel instant guilt.

Joker knew he messed up and chased after you to make things right.

You were startled awake by something soft brushing against your lips.

You almost freaked my but stopped the second you saw Joker laying on the bed beside you, spinning a flower in between his fingers.

He brushed it along the tear tracks that stained your cheeks, “I hate when ya cry…”

J sucked at apologizing but you knew by his sheepish behavior, that it was genuine. He didn’t know how to say, I’m sorry. So he found other ways.

It wouldn’t kill him to say it and you fixed your lips to help him out when the same flower trailed down your cheek, past your lips, and slipped straight to your leg.

You’re shocked to see that it was cleaned up and a pretty pink bandaid was covering the wound you had from earlier. You were speechless. Did J do that for you?

Joker watched you pensively as he brushed the wound with the flower. “I was mad earlier n’ took it out on you. I uh.. I didn’t mean what I said.. mkay? Kisses?”

He nudged a giant bouquet of flowers you didn’t notice closer to you on the bed and waited for your response. He looked absolutely pitiful, expecting your forgiveness.

What Joker said to you was really hurtful however he didn’t have to treat your wound or buy you flowers as an apology. With Joker, actions spoke louder than words so you knew he was truly sorry for being mean.

You couldn’t stand his green puppy dog eyes any longer. You never stayed mad at J for too long.

He breathed a sigh of relief when you leaned in to kiss him but panicked when you pulled away rather abruptly, “Don’t ever call me stupid again.” You warned.

Joker frantically nodded, “M’promise pretty girl, I won’t.”

[iandarling]

Can we talk about Mickeys absolute heartbreak in this scene?

His dad died. Was murdered. His dad was murdered by the person he hired to take care of him.

Mickey tried his best to take care of his dad up until the last moment. Despite everything Terry did to him, to mandy, to his siblings and their childhoods, he still cared about him in that unfathomable way only a child of abuse can.

Mickey is good, he is kind and he is full of love. He cares about family and he is deeply loyal.

He spoon-fed his father and changed his catheter bag. He tidied up the living room and carried his father into the house when his good for nothing cousins left him outside alone to rot.

Mickey knew who his father was, knew what he was, and still felt the need to placate and take care of him (“you could a’ been a half decent dad…”) There is also a conversation to be had about Mickey feeling like he wanted/needed to forgive Terry in order to heal himself but I’m not the right person for that.

Mickey never had a proper opportunity to grieve his childhood and the abuse his father put him through. Ian scoffed at him when he cried over his dead father (this is not canon to me and i refuse to belive that actually happened.)

None of his family cared that Terry was gone.

Mickey alone had to plan Terry’s funeral after his wishes because he knew what his dad wanted. Mickey and Ian were the only one at his “funeral”. Ian held him as he cried, stayed with him by his side as they searched for Terrys casket.

This is Mickey realising he tried to take care of his father for nothing. He ended up murdered just like he always knew he would. Terrys hatred and evils killed him- just like Mickey always hoped would happen.

Mickey is not just grieving the death of his father, but he’s also grappling with the consequences of him hiring the nurse.

Mickey tells us it’s unfair that the nun killed him, because he had the opportunity to do it himself a thousand times “and this bitch just swoops in?!”. I think he feels guilty because it was them who hired the nurse who killed him.

Of course it’s Terrys own fault, he brought this onto himself, but Mickey probably feels guilty even so. And we’ve seen Mickey have almost banter-like moments with his dad, and so i’m sure he’s feelings on his death is very complicated. I know what it’s like to have fond memories of a person who hurt you, and it can really mess you up.

Watching the show it feels as if Terry is this unstoppable force, a tornado just waiting to hit the house and tear it apart. Like Frank, he feels immortal and it’s almost surreal when he’s dead. Almost like a let down- we expected these men to die a bigger death. But in the end they died alone and scared.

I’m sure Mickey also felt that way, that his dad was unkillable and he was just gonna live the rest of his life afraid of him. And now suddenly he’s no longer there but Mickey is once again left to pick up the mess his father left behind.

I don’t know, I’m sure there is so much more to unpack here and I wish the show handled it a little better (at least with Ian’s reaction)

I think it’s good they had a conversation about Franks abuse vs Terrys abuse, but once again it wasn’t handled correctly from Ian’s side (and once again I blame the writers and not Ian)

[talesdevourer]

Lucien headcanon

Sometimes when he's overwhelmed by very intense feelings the temperature in the room rises due to his power.

Once during the "awkward stage" of his relationship with Elain, while he's unintentionally doing something kinda sexy like existing breathing sparring/arguing with someone or whatever, she watches him and can't help but feel flustered... in her attempt to fly the room asap he gets the whiff of her arousal in the air (sniffing in the Anthony Bridgerton style) and Mother help him, he needs to summon all his self control to calm down his impending erection. That he succeeds and he thinks he got away without rising any suspicion, until someone points out the sudden 40° degrees.

I would write fanfictions with all the fake scenarios that randomly play in my head but I've no talent and no advanced English language knowledge 🥲

[lena-thinks-too-much]

I headcanon that Tim's caffeine problem functions like my friends caffeine problem. In that he actually hates caffeine but he'll chug 3 red bulls when he needs to lock in. He's going to stay up regardless of the caffeine thanks to the insomnia. But without it he's not going to brain very much. He likes coffee less but it's an acceptant substitute of energy drinks are not available. He'll drink the energy drink over like a really sweet frappaccino because it's the only thing guaranteed to keep him alert and at peak mental condition. He doesn't drink it as often as people think he does but when he does drink energy drinks, he'll consume and ungodly amount in one sitting. Then he'll crash at like 5 in the morning and complain when he has to wake up 3 hours later.

[saturnniidae]

I think part of why Hiccup has such good aim is he probably made himself crossbows to practice with since they aren't as physically demanding