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tinybro · 1 year
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jason growing up in camp halfblood is just extremely funny to think about, like. camp halfblood is so much less organized than new rome and the responsible adult supervision is limited to pretty much just chiron. there are some older teen campers but demigods on the greek side don't tend to live very long, and a lot of campers only stay for the summer anyway.
now please consider whatever chaotic kids happen to be around at any given time collectively raising a toddler that can fly
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vilochkaaa · 6 months
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I'm just thinking about Pierre being a fan of stupid "ur mom" jokes when he was younger. Basically, all that's changed as he's gotten older is that he's using those jokes less
and he uses them quite often in any interaction with Morris.
imagine their typical dispute - Morris, crossing his arms over his chest and occasionally adjusting his glasses, making abstruse arguments, stating facts, using his oratory to the best of his ability, while Pierre stares at him with a little smirk, and all he gives out in response is:
«i fuc ur mom fatass.»
and walks away all tough.
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ivvwwwwwi34 · 6 months
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Some of my Pierre headcanons (mostly about his childhood)
so a little introduction:
What do we know about Pierre's past? Literally nothing - small bits of information that do not give a clear and complete picture of his youth and childhood. What's left? Right, to try to make up his past from scratch, based on facts from various dialogues in the vanilla game/his character/outlook/behavior.
consider these headcanons a big, unashamedly OOC thing. yeaah..
here we go.
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- As a child he was a very sensitive and vulnerable boy. Little things that were world-class problems to his childhood mind would bring him to tears - an accidental balloon burst, or any random rustle. And besides that he was curious about many things and naive. Looking at him now - at this self-confident man, proud and determined, it is impossible to say that that little shaggy-haired boy, awkwardly peeking out from behind his mother's skirt is.. him.
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he looks like a little shaggy kitten
- Perhaps the main detail that played a huge role in the formation of his personality - is his father. Proud, unapproachable head of the family caused fear and respect on the part of the little silly Pierre. And traditional, ancient as the world itself views Pierre learned from him, and no matter how hard he tried to get rid of these outdated dogmas, his father's strong and heavy upbringing and his speeches ingrained in his brain are still evident to this day
- Because of his fragile soul and emotional nature, Pierre was often the subject of his father's constant lectures and his attempts to make Pierre a "real man"; holding back emotions, ignoring, which was one way to toughen up an unfortunate child. Nevertheless, such unhealthy methods of education helped, and the little one, for the sake of his father's respect and praise, endeavored to suppress himself and to bear any pain without much expression of strong emotion (which then affected him greatly in the future and to this day)
- Another more... er... light headcanon - he's not French as some people think just because of his name. He's definitely European (maybe even Slavic, which I usually rely on the most), but he's definitely not a native French. His parents chose that name because... you know-
― «it sounds epic, aristocratic, beautiful, why not name our son that?»
- Pierre has always been.. a spectacles guy. In addition to some silly character traits and a prominent nose with a slight bump, his father passed on his nearsightedness; and as a child (probably around 6 or 7 years old) he had to wear glasses. It wasn't a problem at this time, but... not when he was a teenager, when wearing glasses was considered "uncool" for him--
.. okay that's enough for today
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cybernecromancer365 · 6 months
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Elliot caught Olivia as she walked into the squadroom. "Hey, Alex wants to see you, says it's urgent."
(Olivia gets in her car and drives to Alex's office, trying not to worry about what the urgent matter is)
Olivia opened Alex's door and stepped into the office; the A.D.A. sitting at her desk with a hand over her eyes.
"I got your message. What is it?"
Alex glanced to her and stood. "Lock the door."
Olivia did and Alex came to her, wrapping her arms around Olivia's waist, her chin on Olivia's shoulder as she hugged Olivia close.
"Alex--"
"You don't have to say anything." Alex mumbled and planted her face into Olivia’s shoulder.
"This was the "urgent" matter?"
Alex groaned into Olivia's embrace.
"What's wrong?"
"My day sucks."
"...and you had me rush all the way over because..."
"I need Olivia time."
With a smile Olivia rolled her eyes and pulled Alex to the couch. She laid down and opened her arms. "Come on."
Alex gratefully accepted the offer and climbed onto the couch. Her cheek pressed to Olivia’s stomach, she closed her eyes. "God I love you so much." Alex sighed the phrase.
"Because you use me as a teddy bear."
Alex nodded against her then turned her nose into Olivia’s shirt. "You smell like fries."
Olivia chuckled. "That's because Elliot and I spent half the day in a burger joint's kitchen."
"A new case?"
"Yeah."
Alex wrapped an arm around Olivia's waist, her hand rubbing ups and downs into the small of Olivia's back. "I just want to sleep."
"Get through the next few hours. Then you can have all the Olivia time you want."
Alex gently scoffed. "...until her cellphone rings halfway through dinner."
"Hopefully not tonight."
"Can you stay for a couple hours?"
"I don't think you can keep your door locked that long."
"Who cares. For once I want to be lazy. I have no court today and I want to take a nap, with my teddy bear that smells like fries."
Olivia laughed a little. "Didn't know the smell of grease comforted you."
"When it's on you, it does." Alex said and nestled deeper into the embrace, kicking her heels off. "I'm going to take a nap. You should too."
The moment quieted and blissful comfort settled over them. Olivia tilted her head back and closed her eyes, ready to enjoy a nap she admittedly could use, but she woke at the shift against her as Alex sat up.
Alex kissed her. "Thank you." She said soft and sincere.
They shared a smile.
"You better catch some sleep before this teddy bear gets a phone call."
"Right." Alex laid back down, Olivia holding her a little tighter.
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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years
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We all know that Geralt loves his bard, but do you think he finds it a bit funny when Dandelion’s students respectfully calls him “Master Dandelion” like he’s a very responsible and sensible person?
Hi Anon! Oh that’s a hilarious thought. Ok here’s how I would imagine it.
Geralt to other people when Dandelion isn’t around:
He’s a Master Tutor at Oxenfurt, you know. Master of the Seven Liberal Arts. Graduated with top marks, and he barely even studied.
Geralt to Dandelion’s students when Dandelion isn’t around:
He isn’t just your Tutor, you know. He is famous. Properly famous. Probably the most famous bard on the continent. Did you know that?
Gerald to other professors when Dandelion isn’t around:
My friend Dandelion is on the faculty here. They beg him to come lecture, but he always puts them off. I guess he finds it more interesting to run around with me. *shrugs smugly* Real world experience, you know. First hand knowledge. It probably makes his lectures just a little bit more interesting. A little more concrete and accurate.
Geralt to Nenneke: he’s a—-
Nenneke *sick of his shit*: I know, you’ve told me, a Master Tutor. He’s still an idiot.
Geralt, very pointedly, to the clerk at a campus bookshop who says he cannot sell Geralt the book he wants.
That man out there is on the faculty. *points at Dandelion, who is standing outside the shop doing something stupid like trying to take off his coat and getting tangled in it* HE is very fucking important. You’re lucky he’s even standing outside your shop. Are you sure you don’t want to sell me that book?
Geralt, alone with Dandelion:
*when Dandelion is drunkenly rambling pure bullshit* Ha! Is that what you teach your students, oh great Master Tutor? And I thought Oxenfurt was supposed to be a great bastion of learning. They should close that place down. Turn it into something useful, like public latrines. Then there’d be an explanation for why you talk nothing but utter shit.
*when Dandelion is obnoxiously psychoanalyzing him* They give those degrees to anyone don’t they? Random assholes just walking by on their way to take a piss get handed a *mocking voice* master of the seven liberal arts.
*when Dandelion admonishes him for some kind of careless behavior* Well I guess you should have taught me better, great Master Tutor. Maybe you aren’t such a great Master Tutor at all.
*when Dandelion is being irritating at a brothel* Be good, or they’re gonna make you master your own tutor. *looks very pleased with himself*
*when he is getting bad service at that campus bookshop so he goes outside to hiss at Dandelion*
What the fuck good is your fancy godsdamn degree if it can’t even get me the one book I want (the taxonomy of reptilian land monsters) at the campus godsdamn bookshop? Go tell that kid you’re on the faculty, or I’ll burn your degree for kindling. It’d be more useful warming my fingers so I can more comfortably pick my nose.
(And on and on)
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thetheoreticist · 10 months
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Started watching Doc's Hermitcraft Season 7, and he said he considered Tango his son. My dumb Ranchers brainrot mind immediately needed to put the Goat-father in my expanded Ranchers headcanon.
(Need to get out of my weird, annoying art block so I can draw more than dumb sketches.)
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sentientgolfball · 11 months
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Newly Summoned
A dumb little drabble to explore the Phantom and Aether are brothers hc and also because I needed to write to cope with Aether being gone. Not proof read I went full send
Word count: 875
Summary: Two new ghouls have been summoned to the Ministry and to everyone’s surprise Aether knows one of them
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“There’s no fucking way” Aether stared up from his spot on the couch in utter shock. There in the doorway to the ghoul den stood Omega and the two newly summoned ghouls. One was a rather lively looking ghoulette, but the other was one Aether had known quite well during his time in the Pits. His packmates were all gathering around the three eager to meet the new members. Omega addressed them all “These two are freshly summoned. I expect you to make them feel at home and help them with anything they need. Aurora. Phantom. If any of them give you trouble feel free to hit them” his tone had a hint of amusement in it as he made a gesture with his hands before turning and leaving.
The two new ghouls had yet to notice Aether sitting on the couch as they were being swarmed by the rest of the pack the second Omega closed the door. It was only a moment later did the new ghoul make eye contact with him. Once he did he immediately let out a loud gasp and froze. Everyone else immediately noticed the way Aether and Phantom were staring at each other and the lively chitter came to a stop as they looked on curiously.
Phantom stood there with his mouth agape not truly believing the sight before him. Aether finally came to his senses and sprang up from the couch and practically tackled the new quintessence ghoul. “I can’t believe it! There’s no way!” Aether yelled out as he gripped Phantom in a tight embrace, there was a bit of laughter in his voice. Phantom hugged him back just as strongly and after a moment of silence he rolled his eyes and spoke “what did you miss me or something?” It was obvious by his tone and the shine of his eyes he was teasing the bigger ghoul. Aether didn’t respond verbally, instead smacking him with tail.
The other ghouls' curiosity slowly turned into confusion at the display before them. They all shared a glance before Cirrus cleared her throat “Hey Aeth care to enlighten us?” She asked, feeling a little embarrassed for being the one to interrupt the moment the two quintessence ghouls were sharing. “Yea what the fuck is happening?” Sodo was glaring daggers at Phantom. Aether’s face flushed when he realized his pack was staring at him. He slowly released Phantom from the embrace but kept an arm around his shoulders.
“Right yea sorry about that” he scratched his neck nervously “everyone this is Phantom. He’s my brother!” He couldn’t help the grin that was beginning to spread on his face. He was still in utter disbelief that his brother was standing next to him again. When a ghoul was summoned there was no way to ensure any specifics save for their element, and even that sometimes didn’t go as planned. It was a miracle, a one in a million chance that the newest ghoul to join the Ministry happened to be his little brother.
Upon hearing that Phantom was Aether’s sibling the other ghouls' faces lit up and they let out a chorus of excited chirps and chitters . Even Aurora seemed just as excited as the older ghouls. Phantom smiles widely as he takes in the faces around him, a purr starting to kick up in his chest. He was in the same amount of shock as Aether. When he had felt the burns of the summoning ritual in the Pit, part of him had hoped wherever he ended up he would be able to find his brother. It had been a long time since he felt that feeling. When Aether had been summoned all those years ago he believed he’d never see his brother again. It tore him up inside, but the false hope that maybe he’d come back or that Phantom himself would be summoned was so much worse. But now that he stood in this strange Topside building surrounded by Aether and his new pack he couldn’t help the excitement rising in him.
He laughed and shook his head “I hope he was on his best behavior for you all. The softie was always quite the handful.” Phantom couldn’t help but tease, it was how he always showed his love for Aether. Sodo rolled his eyes and scoffed “you’re telling me” there was a small smile on his lips. Aether just made a face back at Sodo and flicked Phantom’s head before leading him to the furniture in the common area.
The rest of the pack followed closely behind and soon all of them took a spot on the various couches and chairs. They all sat there for a while taking turns asking Aurora and Phantom questions trying to get to know their new packmates better. Occasionally Aether would interject correcting the events of a story or to voice his disapproval of things Phantom did in their time apart. At some point Swiss and Sodo had made their way into the kitchen and got food for everyone. The conversations slowly came to a lull and a movie was put on. It wasn’t long before the pack fell asleep one by one tired from all the excitement of the day.
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skyland2703 · 2 months
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Same anon as the Javi headcanons.
How do you feel about Amelia/Ollie/Javi, and what are some headcanons you have about them??
I just finished watching Cosmic Fury, and I loved it!!
That’s… an interesting ask, anon.
I don’t ship the three of them, together, particularly. (Ollie/Amelia and Ollie/Javi are NoTps for me… it’s mostly because of the insufferable fandom—) so my ships would be Javi/Amelia + Ollie/Aiyon.
But yes, I do have some trio dynamics in mind whenever it comes to them. Platonically, of course.
Ollie is their third braincell. Javi and Amelia can’t DO anything at all, if Ollie isn’t there to supervise. Think: DAD friend, with two absolutely hyperactive dumb idiot friends.
Amelia and Javi are Buzzblast Reporters, yes? Amelia anchors the news reports they do, with Javi as cameraman. And more often than not, they land up in trouble.
Ghosts, mafias, monsters, aliens, politicians, Javi and Amelia somehow end up making themselves unwanted, EVERYWHERE, as nosey journalists. And Ollie is their “first point of call” the second shit starts going… DOWN.
Car broke down in the middle of the road? OLLIE!!!
Angry goons chasing them because of a daring report they made unmasking a mafia? OLLIE!!!
Trapped in the mafia’s basement because “you’re gonna pay for this”? OLLIE!!!
Tied to an altar for a satanic sacrifice? OLLIE!!!
Stuck in a haunted house with no way out? OLLIE!!!
Ollie doesn’t mind it though. They’re annoying, irritating, they’d be singing songs over his head when he’s trying to focus, they call him all the time, no matter where he is, he can’t get two seconds of respite from them— they’re often in compromising positions, and Ollie feels like he needs to burn his eyes when he walks in on the unsightly sights.
But ultimately, Ollie knows they’ve got his back, if he’ll ever need them, they’ll give anything to save him too. He can count on them.
But also: if Ollie doesn’t save them, nobody can.
And fave: In the future, after everything rangering is done and gone by, they’re in their late twenties, and Ollie and Aiyon have married, and moved into an apartment in a big city, one day, early morning, the doorbell rings, and Ollie, toothbrush still in mouth, stumbles over to answer the doorbell. He opens the door to find Amelia and Javi standing there in front of him, Javi with a large cardboard box, barely able to stand, Amelia with a bouquet, the day’s newspaper and cookies in hand, both smiling at him.
“Hello neighbour!!” Amelia chimes.
“What” Ollie mutters through the toothpaste—
“We’re moving in, two apartments down” Javi winks at him.
Ollie: 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️
I’m glad you liked watching cosmic, anon!! I think it’s one of my fave seasons now 😁👌🏻
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halenhusky309 · 4 months
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Me before putting more Shockop contents during my break (Like 80% I will make this happen...):
Why do I want to see *love triangle between Ori, Shocky and Megsy, with Megsy is that unconscious greentea b*tch who wanted to separate ShockOP while does not realize his own feeling for OP, so it becomes a love-hate hot mess of a one-side oblivious romance between Megsy and OP???
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hoboyherewego · 2 years
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Random 4 am twisted wonderland thoughts cause I can’t sleep:
Music time!
• Floyd would have loooooved the harlem shake trend. He would just blast it in the Monstro lounge and somehow got other servers to join in. Tried to pass it to Azul as a good publicity stunt. It didn’t work. Now half the staff from that night have extra shifts to do.
• Epel has some country folk music playing in his room at all times, till lights out. Its one of the few ways he gets to connect with his "true inner alpha country man energy " (his words). Vil lets him do it as a treat, as long as he does his skincare routine before bed.
• When Ace feels inclined to listen to music, he busts out the dumb classic songs like "Who lets the dogs out" and the "ma-i-a hi, ma-i-a hu, ma-i-a ho, ma-i-a haha" romanian song. Which is fine from time to time but its his only playlist, and also the only music he really listens to. Poor Deuce is going crazy.
• Ok this one is predictable, but Jade listen’s to music made from mushroom frequencies (look it up, its kinda cool if you’re also a nerd). What’s LESS predictable is that he listens to psychedelic rock…when he’s high af from his personal collection of edible mushrooms that he makes himself. He will share, for a price >:)
• On the topic of plants, Jack makes his cacti listen to classic music to make them grow because he saw this info somewhere and thought why not. What he WONT let you know tho, is that before bed, he puts on lullabies to help them go to sleep… NOT BECAUSE HE CARES EMOTIONALLY THAT MUCH FOR THEM SHUT UP.
• Rook loves the Spice Girls and Beyoncé. Listening to empowered women songs makes him feel empowered in turn. The whole aesthetic just screams BEAUTÉ 💯 Bonus: When he goes on a “hunt” and just observes his "pray", he sometimes puts AirPods on and listen to songs that sound way too creepy in the context of what he’s doing. Don’t ask me to provide an example, idk ok?
Ok its 5 am im gonna try to sleep again
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sorascribbless · 11 months
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IF WE THINK ABOUT IT, THE OCEAN AND SEA IS PURPLE IN THE OWL HOUSE, SO TECHNICALLY, OCEAN EYES IN THE BOILING ISLES IS PEOPLE WITH PURPLE EYES. SO-
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tinybro · 1 year
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laying in bed trying to fall asleep and suddenly sitting up to grab my phone because i thought about how in the chb!jason AU he spent more time with thalia growing up (and actually got to remember it) and then spends so long with nico
i'm saying jason is absolutely gonna pick up at least bits and pieces of their punk/goth looks
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vilochkaaa · 9 months
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sketches for my soul :)
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small headcanon that pierre sometimes pins to his jacket one of the flowers from a bouquet given by a near and dear person
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.. and this
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twisting-echo · 1 year
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My best boi and son, Hubert Wong, was just in the newest episode of The Simpsons, and oh my God, I'm f*cking losing it entirely!!! 🚀🤯
I'll be talking more about this and my whole The Simpsons headcanon later. 😼
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cybernecromancer365 · 3 months
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Yennaia Headcanon
A.N. My first Yennaia headcanon :) Had an itch to write something quick after seeing them in 3x8.
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Locked in an embrace, their foreheads touched, and the only thing heard in Tissaia's office was the fireplace's crackle.
She'd miss this, feeling Yennefer's presence all around her. Feeling the ebb of her chaos from a distance, and its insatiate rumble in those tense moments before they came together.
Yennefer pulled her closer. "Your pain is my pain..." Yennefer's words came softly as she stared over Tissaia's shoulder. She turned her face into Tissaia's snow white hair. "My pain is yours..."
Tissaia's eyes watered, no one had ever cared so much. Her loyal one, that's who Yennefer was. The one who'd never forsake her.
"And I will stand by your side for however long we have." Yennefer paused, her lips brushing Tissaia's ear. "Exsai remanus, volunpathis li--"
Tissaia shoved her way out of Yennefer's grasp with a horrified gaze at the surprise spell. "Stop!"
"--Eterna."
Tissaia grunted at a searing burn etching into her skin, Yennefer didn't flinch, the clench of her jaw the only sign of her discomfort. They both looked to their wrists, to the sigil carved into their flesh.
"What have you done?" Tissaia's frenzied words rushed out.
"Now your death means mine."
Tissaia let out a shaky breath.
"I learned a few things from Ciri. How to mask my telepathy was one."
"Impossible. The girl was barely trained."
Yennefer approached Tissaia but Tissaia grabbed the corner of her desk and hung her head. How didn't she feel Yennefer prodding her mind? After Vilgefortz's betrayal and the battle with the elves, her once level mind was going haywire.
"Ciri has a few clever tricks." Yennefer took Tissaia by the shoulder and pulled the woman's attention to her. They locked gazes.
"How could you be so stupid? This spell cannot be undone." Tissaia said, sorrow slipping into her words as her voice cracked and her tears fell.
"I felt the darkness inside of you. I see it. It's more powerful than ever before." Yennefer pressed her fingers to the medallion on Tissaia's chest. "I saw your thoughts. The darkness is consuming you..."
Tissaia inhaled an unsteady breath and Yennefer pressed a kiss to her hair.
"I need you, now...more than ever."
A knock sounded on the door and it opened shortly after. It was Triss, standing as though the sight of them took the words from her mouth.
Tissaia looked over with a watery gaze and stepped out of Yennefer's grasp. "Yes."
"The service for the novices. It's time."
Tissaia nodded and Triss left.
"...Foolish." Tissaia kept her back turned to Yennefer, looking at the sigil imprinted on her arm. "You've doomed your life to save mine. Why?" Tissaia faced her.
"Because...I love you."
Tissaia felt a shockwave rush her. Her heart pounded from her chest, and she hurried to the door, closing it swiftly, locking it for good measure.
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abbeyofcyn · 9 months
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