#back story

[askcardsuits]

It’s a canon event of anyone who obtains the Midas Touch to accidentally turn a love one into a golden statue

#cardverse #hws liechtenstein #hws france #hws england #hetalia #this is a repost of a previous work; I don’t want to redraw it #back story

[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the super amazing @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @try-set-me-on-fire @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 and @diazsdimples. Thank you all so much and I am super excited for your upcoming works!

Another tag day, another snippet of NFL Buck. Back to Eddie's perspective! This time, we are delving into this au's version of his and Shannon's background and relationship. WOOO! (Every previous NFL Buck post can be found here) Enjoy!

Buck gave Eddie a very befuddled look, "Um, if this is your way of breaking up with me, I think you skipped a few major steps here." Eddie rolled his eyes, "Make sure the equipment manager gives you an extra thick helmet Buckley. All those previous head injuries are catching up to you." His boyfriend gave a half hearted glare, but didn't make a comment, allowing Eddie to explain. "They're for Shannon." "Ohhhh." Evan finally caught on and Eddie can't help but roll his eyes again. "I keep forgetting your un-repressed ass is still married to a woman." The jerk had the audacity to crack jokes and give Eddie a cocky grin. "And that makes you my mistress." Eddie fired back. "Meh." His boyfriend shrugged uncaring. Which is fair because he's the mistress who beat the odds and convinced the husband to leave his wife. Though did it count if the wife left first? Eddie shook his head, pushing aside that thought, knowing it would lead down an emotionally twisted path he didn't want to get into at the moment. Picking up the divorce papers, Eddie returned them to the manilla envelope labeled with only Shannon's name. "Look, with the move to Houston I am obligated to inform Christopher's mother of his whereabouts. I did the same when we moved to Austin, though back then I was hoping that by telling her we were out from under my parents roof, she would return." Buck grimaced, "Considering you showed up for our not-a-date, date, that didn't happen." Eddie nods, unable to meet the younger man's saddened gaze. The hurt and anger towards his soon to be ex-wife, was all twisted up with a healthy dose of guilt and the love he would always have for her. It felt unfair to Evan to still love her. His feelings towards Shannon used to be less complicated. Before Eddie bent under his parents expectations, she was one of his closets friends. Much like Buck, she was easy to talk to, made him laugh, and didn't pressured him to be anything more than himself. Eddie never did express his disinterest in girls to her or how his eyes tended to linger a little too long on some the guys on the football team (he has a type, repressed or not). The subject of girls and dating didn't come up, until his dad made an off hand comment about his son not bringing any dates home to meet. Eddie panicked. And when Eddie panicked, he came up with some awful ideas. Kissing Shannon after his baseball game because he knew she had feelings for him beyond friendship, was one his worst. Back then, Eddie hoped that treating Shannon as more than friend would lead to feelings of actual attraction and romantic love. It didn't. Further expectations, additional pressure lead to more panic and stupid decisions. Then one day during his senior year, Eddie found himself with a positive pregnancy test in hand and Shannon begging him for a solution. He was down on one knee with a ring his mother shoved into his hands two days later (Eventually Eddie would learn the silver band with a small lone diamond was a promise ring from Adriana's cheating ex.) Shannon said yes, Eddie's Uncle Paco ordained their wedding at the local rec center, and Christopher Edmundo Diaz was born May 8th, 2008, just after Shannon took her last final (her water broke as she handed in her math test). When Eddie held his son, he instantly knew, his entire heart belonged to this tiny little boy, but right on the heels of that love came the cold dredges of panic. On May 9th, 2008 Eddie acted upon yet another awful idea and signed up for the Army. Neither he nor Shannon made it to their high school graduation. Instead the first tear in their relationship was being formed with angry shouts, heartbroken sobs, and a hastily packed duffle tossed into an old truck.

I will admit, I am not the biggest Shannon fan, but I am not a Shannon basher either. Her and Eddie both made mistakes, and that will be shown in this au, as Shannon was a big part of Eddie's journey and the mother of his child. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @theotherbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @rainbow-nerdss @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @eddiescowboy @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @thekristen999 @princessfbi @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @glorious-spoon @buddierights @prosperdemeter2 @lemonzestywrites @gayedmundodiaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @transboybuckley

#seven sentence sunday #tag game #my wip #911 show #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #shannon diaz #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #back story #divorce #teen pregnancy #repressed teen eddie #eddie's mixed emotions #no shannon bashing #but she does still die

[parniathedevil]

•ANOTHER!SANS• new OC

Age: 26

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/they

Orientation: Homosexuals/Gay

Magic color: sky blue and gray

MBTI: INTP

-Likes:

-Monochrome colors

-Scissors

-Water

-sign language

-Dislikes:

-friendship

-humans

-knife

-talking <because he can't talk>

Extra info:

-He can only speak in sign language because he cut his tongue

-he has a dark past and he doesn't want to talk about it

-he always crying without loud

-when Papyrus died, Sans gets depressed

-The player keeps doing genocides. Sans, tired of them, decides to stop them from the beginning. He goes in the Ruins and tries to stop the human before they first save the game. And he broke the star of Save into a thousand pieces But the human takes the shards and uses them to stab Sans in hands and feet to block him, and then cuts his tongue. Then stabs him to kill him and leaves, but he manages to survive and leave the Ruins, just to discover the human did again a Genocide and then left the underground, this time forever, leaving him there Alone <story idea by @susartwork>

-Maybe he uses Papyrus's stick notes to talk.

#undertale au #undertale #anothertale #Another!Sans #Ano Sans #new oc #back story #Ano

[ladyredmoon13]

DCxDP prompt

His Betrayal and Her Droken Heart

We all know Desiree's story. Only, no we don't; not really. We only know Desiree's story as it had been told to us. As it has been told for centuries. In reality, her tail is much different than how others are led to believe.

She was a harem girl who fell for the Sultan and she believed that he loved her as well. So when he approached her one day and confided in her his unhappiness with his wife. She listened and asked what it was she could do. He told her his plans and his desire to bring forth her greatest wish and fulfill it. To make her his wife and Queen.

Of course, she agreed. How could she not have? So they put their plan into motion. Only it didn't go according to plan. Not for Desiree anyway. Unbeknownst to her she was meant to fail. For the Sultan had set this whole thing up as a way of testing his wife's loyalty.

So once he was assured that his beloved wife was loyal and forever his willing servant he cast Desiree aside and his wife had her banished. Unknowing of the precious treasure she held.

She was taken in by a family member who took pity on her and felt as though she was broken. Like she had nothing left for this life. That is until she discovered that she was pregnant. She was elated and found her new purpose.

Everything was looking up. Until after her baby's birth when the Sultan came to collect his child. She begged and pleaded to keep her child but they fell on deaf ears. She died of a broken heart not three days later.

She came back. Because of course she did. With the way she had died it was inevitable. She wondered around for years decades looking for her lost child. Along the way she found out that she could grant wishes. Only realizing later that they always come with a heavy price.

One day a child, a little girl; happened upon her and asked Desiree why she looked so sad. She told the girl that she had lost her baby boy and could not find him. Sad for her, and not knowing that Desiree could grant wishes. The little girl said that she wishes she would find her son and Desiree granted the wish on instinct. Only to end up in a bloody battle field.

She sees her son. After years, decades of searching for him she finally found her baby. Only to be completely horrified by what he had become. He had become a monster. A bloodthirsty creature with no regard for the lives he was ruining or the blood he was spilling.

And who was responsible for this? Who had turned her bundle of joy into this dog!? Why, it was no other than her beloved Sultan. The man she loved, and had betrayed her. Who had broken her heart and left her with nothing. Who had turned her into THIS!

She made his life hell. Even going as far as granting a wish she twisted it so that it would kill the Sultan's wife. Finally having enough the Sultan and her son laid a trap that ended with Desiree imprisoned in a bottle.

So her legend grew and changed. People adding and taking things out or just forgetting them all together. But threw it all. Even as she remained trapped and then later freed one thing kept her spirits high; and that was the thought that if she ever saw Ra's al Ghul again, she would make him pay.

The next time she saw him he will pay for it all, and he will pay it with his life.

#dc x dp crossover #ras al ghul #batman #danny phantom #back story

[nonbinary-akutagawa]

Au where Kunikida and Dazai meet while Dazai's still in the mafia bc Kunikida pulls Dazai out of the way of speeding traffic and gets concerned when Dazai says it was a suicide attempt so he takes Dazai out for ice cream to keep an eye on him while Dazai trauma dumps to this stranger that is actually going to be his work colleague one day

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #dark era #15 #au #back story #writing prompt #my post #kunikidazai

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Pomni: So...uh... What's your back story, Caine?

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #headcanon #pomni #meme #the amazing digital circus pomni #caine #pomni the amazing digital circus #caine the amazing digital circus #pomni and canine #caine and pomni #willy wonka #movie #oompa loompa #little orange man #back story #cant stop dancing #if youre wise you'll listen to me #i dont know what else to add here #tadac pomni #tadac caine

[therealgchu]

Anamnesis - The Crush

new story up for Anamnesis called The Crush. it's the story of sam bringing home his crush when he was 15.

as keeping with the image above, this is all very sweet and wholesome. i mean, c'mon, the kid is 15.

btw, if you're wondering what anamnesis means, it's greek, and generally means recalling of memory.

if you want to read the first in the series, it's here on ao3.

the rest of my stuff is here.

being 15 sucks sneak peek

Despite having the desk furthest from the classroom door, Sam was the first out when the lunch bell rang. He almost sprinted to Chunks and got his usual lunch order: eggs, beef, chicken, potato, special sauce, and cheesecake for dessert. He then dashed to the top of the city walls where he could assemble his grotesque sandwich in peace, and imagine he was out past Akila City finding things Solomon had never found. All of the guards knew him, and since he didn’t cause any trouble up there, they let him be.

“Hey,” a voice said behind his back. He whipped his head around and saw Joe, hands shoved in his pocket looking out at the view. “You come up here a lot?” Joe asked.

“Yeah,” Sam grunted.

“Nice. Nice view. Beats that shitty schoolyard.”

“Yeah.”

“So, a Coe, huh?” Joe asked, cocking his eyebrows.

Sam blushed again, “It’s not a big deal, OK?”

“Yeah, I get it. Family sucks,” Joe said.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, it does.” He paused, looking out past the walls, “You cool? I mean about me being a Coe?” he asked.

Joe shrugged. “Can’t help who your family is. We’re cool.”

“Good, good,” Sam nodded.

Joe moved to stand beside Sam, causing Sam to have an explosion of butterflies in his stomach. The other boy looked at Sam’s food and scrunched up his face. “What are you eating?” he asked disgustedly.

Sam grinned, “The Sam Special. Your favorite Chunks, smash them together, little bit of secret sauce, and you get the best damn sandwich this side of the Settled Systems,” he said proudly.

“Oh god, you eat that shit?” Joe asked in disbelief.

“It’s great! Try it!” Sam offered the Sam Special to Joe. “I dare ya,” he added.

“This is your lunch?”

“Every day,” Sam said proudly.

Joe eyed the food warily. He picked up the sloppy concoction, and took a small bite, and immediately gagged. “Oh, god!” Joe exclaimed, spitting out the food over the other side of the wall.

Sam laughed uproariously, “You gotta have a stronger stomach than that!” he roared, shoving the rest of the “Sam Special” in his mouth. Joe took out a Boom!Pop pouch and drank the whole thing down in one draft. “What do you have for lunch?” he asked the other boy.

Joe pulled out a wrapped up sandwich from his coat pocket. Despite being squashed, it was clear that it was nicely wrapped and well made. The boy unwrapped it, and Sam could see that it was a reuben. His mouth started watering. “My mom still makes me lunch. Pretty lame,” Joe said. He saw Sam’s eyes, and offered half the sandwich to him. “Here,” he said.

Sam’s hand started to move, but then held back. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m sick of them. She makes them every day. Go ahead.”

Sam gladly took the sandwich and wolfed it down. “It’s only me and my old man, and he’s a terrible cook,” Sam said, his mouth full of sandwich.

“Where’s your mom?” Joe asked.

Sam swallowed the remaining sandwich and looked down, running his hands through his long hair. “Umm,” he started.

“Oh man, she run off or something?” the other boy asked.

Sam shook his head, “No, she died when I was seven.”

“Shit, I’m really sorry. That sucks.”

Sam shrugged, looking at the horizon, “It’s not a big deal,” he said, trying to be cool.

Joe slapped him on the back, “No, man, really. That sucks bad. I bitch about my mom, but she’s actually OK. I’d miss her if she was gone.”

Sam smiled gratefully at the other boy. “Thanks, dude.”

“Not a problem. Just, don’t make me eat that shit any more,” Joe said and play punched Sam in the shoulder.

#starfield #sam coe #fanfic #fanfiction #anamnesis #the crush #original character #starfield oc #starfield au #back story #flashback #therealgchu writes

[midnightartist16]

One of my favorites right now, love the lighting and the color palette in general, I don’t work with red a lot so this was fun. Anyone wanna take a jab at a backstory for her? Anything is on the table.

#character art #artists on tumblr #digital art #art #artwork #digital aritst #digital illustration #digital drawing #illustration #illustrator #illustrative art #back story #fyp #tumblr fyp #character design #original character #character #lighting #cel shaded #red hair

[revineee]

rare pic of me fighting the person trying to buy the last copy of the new ‘bad boy’ manga /j

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman #back story #bad boy #anime and manga #new release #april

[eniek-000]

My little boy 😟...

#art #artists on tumblr #small artist #young artist #drawing #digital drawing #my art #oc art #orginal character #oc artist #digital art #artwork #art on tumblr #original character #oc #back story #oc trauma #Spotify

[everythingsbetterwhengay]

Be like Beatrice

Learn amazing things, learn to Love yourself, accept Love from others.

#lesbihonest #lgbtqiia+ #lgbtlove #im gayyy #gay mood #lesbians #pansexual #bisexual #gay content #lgbt #gay vibes #love #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #warrior nun #new favorite ship #personal growth #character growth #back story #love everything about this #don’t cancel it #love is love #religious background #feel that

[dynamoe]

The model for the chicken (with different legs) revolves on the Boston Common carousel The real-life zebra (in different livery) is on the Memphis Zoo carousel. ☞ x-post to Instagram

If you have to stage a difficult conversation, put it somewhere unlikely and distracting, like on a carousel.

(The really tough confrontations and interventions, though, you have them on a rollercoaster or a free-fall drop.) ☞ Illustration for Tomorrow's Just Another Day on AO3.

#illustration #illustrator #art #adobe illustrator #billy quizboy #carousel #merry-go-round #zebra #AO3 #vbros #the venture brothers #venture bros #flashback #back story #chicken #rooster #carousel animal #vector illustration #vector art #vector #digital art #digital illustration

[cassieuncaged]

Wrapped in Plastic

A Laura Palmer Character Study

TW: drug use, prostitution, murder, death, tobacco language, etc.

WC: 1.3 K

A/N: Another I forgot to cross post from AO3. Also, Laura is 18 in this fic.

Taglist: @roofgeese, @spacestephh, @voidika, @huepazu, @quantum-lover, @chadillacboseman

AO3 Link

She was a bad influence, everyone thought so. The homecoming queen was the opposite of what that pristine picture had suggested. She’d been doped up when the photographer snapped that picture, doing a bump with Bobby in the woods before the dance.

Laying sprawled across the green sofa, Laura was entranced by the plaster ceiling. Off white, a rosy pink. Like a pinprick of blood tainting crisp water: just enough to make it dirty and undrinkable. If she were a lake, the waters would run dark burgundy. How toxic could one person be?

Sucking on a cigarette, Donna sat cross legged on the carpet. Every little puff was accentuated with a wheezing cough. Accusing eyes rolled in the periphery, sharp blue addressing her innocent friend.

“You don’t have to smoke, y’ know?” Annoyance seep into a lazy voice. Everything Laura did, Donna tried. The girl was a damn mynah bird. Then again, Laura had always been the popular trailblazer. The other was a bookworm, with those mousy curls and oversized sweaters. Donna wasn’t a risk taker; her best friend’s mere presence felt like a high in comparison.

“I know,” stifling another cough, she attempted to swallow the smoke which only worsened the situation. “My fingers smell like tobacco.”

“That’ll happen,” sinking into the sofa, she tried not to think about her mother complaining about the lingering smell. Pure hypocrisy since Sarah smoked like a chimney herself. Eyes sought the ceiling again, following a hairline crack. The façade was beginning to break and chip.

It was bound to collapse and crush her in the debris.

......

Tears rolled down ruddy cheeks. A blonde reflection shuddered in the floor length mirror, all but completely exposed in a black and red corset. The garment was stitched with ribbons emblazoned with maroon spades.

Other clients were waiting and Blackie had a temper with her girls. Leave a man waiting too long normally meant the paddle or hands wrapped your throat. Instead, she silently suffered the embarrassment and shame long after Ben Horne had sauntered out of the room.

She’d see Audrey in homeroom tomorrow, innocent doe eyes warm and blissfully unaware. This was Laura’s cross to bear after all. Maybe she’d meet Bobby in the afternoon, score some coke and neck long enough to keep the boy satisfied. Anything to dull the nightmares that came at dusk, when BOB slithered his way into her room.

Wise beyond her eighteen years, everything the young woman did was meticulously calculated. Even though that still cost her more than it all was worth. Mascara bled down peachy cheeks, tainting the dewy faced façade it had taken hours to achieve.

There was a knock on the door before it was wrenched open.

“Next john is ready and-” charcoal eyes widened as the madam saw the mess sitting in front of the vanity, “Honey, you’re a mess.”

“I’m alright,” Laura sniffled, adjusting her bustier. This was all so humiliating. Blackie took a rag to a welting face, pressing the cool cloth to her skin. One tooth snuck onto a cherry red lip, biting nervously. Watery blue eyes fell on the woman’s corkscrew curls, trying to count each ringlet to ease her mind. “I’m alright. I’m alright. I’m alright.”

“The swelling’s going down, sweetie.” The edge of a slender index finger slid beneath one eye. Laura feared she looked like a raccoon. “Let’s reapply the mascara and rouge. You’ll look good as new.”

It had only taken several minutes to restore seraphim that old perverts looked for. A pretty blonde angel that brought them heaven on earth for a couple hours. Realistically, it was a rather ordinary few minutes before she was disposed of like a used tissue.

But that didn’t much matter.

“I’ll send in your next.” Blackie announced before sauntering out the door. Blinking at her blue eyed husk, Laura took a Carnivale masque from the vanity. The garment was polish porcelain with burgundy lips. Black and red diamonds were hand painted across one eye as a matching silk ribbon bloomed from either side.

A bothersome thought kept sneaking to the forefront of her brain, the thought that she should put it on, to hide. Trance like, the object was tied into barrel curled blonde hair. The door squeaked open, announcing the arrival of the next john.

“I’ll be right there, please get comfortable.” Grateful for the silken room divider, a shadow ambled to the four-post bed.

“Take your time.” That voice sent a cold chill down her spine, gut churning at that familiar voice.

“Daddy?” whispering to her reflection, Laura quickly shoved her fist into her mouth. Biting down on one knuckle, she plotted a way to escape. Maybe it wasn’t Leland. Afterall, waspy middle-aged men all bled together: pointedly cordial and awkwardly paternal.

If it were, she’d still have to pass him to run away, embarrassing the two of them in the process. Plastering the mask to her face, Laura quickly pulled her robe on before slinking past the divider.

“I think there’s been a-” horror flashed over her eyes. Leland Palmer hadn’t been there to begin with. It was BOB. Sporting stained denim, malevolent eyes beamed at her hungrily, fist clenching and unclenching at his side.

She screamed, tears flooding down her face once more. But no one would save her, not at One Eyed Jack’s. BOB screamed with her before breaking out on a fit of maniacal laughter. Then a hand was hot on her face, knocking the mask to the ground.

“I think you’re too pretty to hide.” He growled, kissing her roughly as fingers clamped around her throat.

......

“You ever think about dying?” Laura asked blankly, sitting stiffly on the picnic blanket. James lay with his head in her lap while Donna hugged her knees.

“Why do you always say dark shit like that?” James’s was soft, not judgmental yet genuinely curious.

“We’re all gonna die someday, suppose it doesn’t hurt to bring up.” Donna shrugged beneath her mop of curls. She wished to sport a wave of golden tresses like her best friend but feared she was doomed to boast unruly hair with innumerable freckles.

Laura would always be the homecoming queen, and she the homecoming queen’s best friend.

“You’re both morose. What’s wrong with just living?” James chuckled, looking up into suede blue eyes. There was trouble lurking in those waters, something he didn’t recognize.

What if I told you I don’t have much time left on this planet? That BOB’s going to destroy me and trap me in the unknown? What about that, James?

“Guess I’m just thinking about the future.” Was all she offered instead, bopping him on the nose. “Do we have any more pie left?”

“Half of an apple from The Double R. Norma said it was on the house.” Donna moved to unwrap the dessert.

“Do you think there’s pie in heaven?” Laura looked over the bluff, thinking of what her afterlife would feel like. Probably lighter, softer than the serrated edge of the inevitable end. Maybe there would rest after bone broke like balsa wood, rancid ichor staining pink silk.

Donna unceremoniously plopped a generous serving of pie onto a paper plate, sliding it across rough gingham. Shrugging James off her plaid skirt, Laura lunged forward to enjoy the delicacy as if it were her last. For all she knew, it was.

“Sure,” Donna stroked aimlessly at blonde hair, “There’ll be pie in heaven.”

......

It was lonely in The Black Lodge. Other than the real Dale Cooper, she had no allies. Only waiting with rigidity for the unknown. A part of her hated the agent, the fact that he was alive and could communicate normally.

Her own words were warped, coming out of her lips with a stilted staccato.

But one hand spread over a black velvet shoulder, golden curls cascading down her back.

Before she could even ask “rof gnitiaw ew era tahW?”, Cooper pointed to the apex of thick red curtains. Blue light exploded into the room as an angel slowly dropped from the high vaulted ceiling. A smile was plastered across cherubic features before tears flooded down her face.

Smiling for the last time, Laura Palmer had won her redemption.

#laura palmer #fanfiction #my fanfiction #oneshot #twin peaks #character study #back story

[joe-mac88]

Hey guys! sooo… I thought i could write judge sans’s story! So…. Here it it!

It all begins with a regular Undertale run.. A Neutral route for that matter. The player kills some monsters yet spares others; therefore, they do not meet the requirements of either the True Pacifist Route or the Genocide Route.

The player wanted to experiment on the game, knowing that a lot of possibilities are doable. The human didn’t kill papyrus nor sans and left the other monsters alive. Sans and papyrus are the only bosses still on foot. Seeing that nothing in particular happened during the game doing so, they left.

Sans wasn’t happy with that ending. He wanted.. happiness and freedom.

But with the ending the player gave him.. he had to stick to a title. The title being not only papyrus’s brother but also the the king’s judge.

Papyrus had to Himself take the king’s trone. With that role, comes with a lot of responsibilities. Papyrus is always out of energy.

And when sans is trying to make him laugh, he doesn’t responds as he used to. He just looks at him.. and then.. continues to watch over the underground from the castle. It’s been three months now..

————————————————————————————————————

Sans needs the human to remembrer. To come back. But, nobody came.

No one ever came.

Sans tries to get the things right by joking around with the royal guards, but all he gets is a simple..

« Seriously sans, your the king’s brother. Be more serious about this. »

Be more serious they say.

He then stopped joking around with them but he still does it with his brother.

Sans couldn’t keep believing that the player would ever come back. Things would never gonna go back to what it used to be. Unless he does something for it to happen, but what?

With all the stress and responsibilities sans had on his back..

He came to his brother to kneel and admit how tired he actually is. Papyrus wanting to help, gently proposed for him to take a walk, giving him a comforting smile.

After his walk it was now around 12 am, papyrus was almost sleeping on his trone. His eyes where fighting against him.

So sans came to him and said:

« Woah, looks like your coffee goes right trough you today, am I right? »

« Yes sans, very nice.. »

« Aww I’m flattered! It’s like I have butterflies in my stomach. »

« Sans, we don’t have stomachs. »

« That’s right! But I do have butterflies tough! »

« Wh- »

Sans opens his jacket to let free 4 butterflies.

« SANS! Omg! Don’t you see that I’m not in the mood for your profanities! »

«  Relax I just wanted to make you laugh a bit, u looked like a dead body. »

« Get a life sans! »

« I-… I…. » He looks down. « Im gonna let u to your work.. u seem busy. »

« Sans i didn’t- »

« Don’t sweat it.. it’s fine. Try to get some sleep tough ok? »

————————————————————————————————————

Sans has now no one he can interact with without getting pushed away.

His own brother now dismisses him. He loses hope on every angle.

He wants it to be over. To go back to when things were better.

When the player…

Sans starts a new mission, completely erasing the number one mission he had for a long time now, to be there for papyrus.

His new mission is called:

Make the player come back. No matter what it takes.

Sans began his journey of L.O.V.E.

Without any emotions, he killed the Snowdin town’s people.

He reassured himself saying that it’s gonna work, it’s worth it, he needs to. Things like that.

He checks their attacks and defenses, and makes the maximum damage from what he now knows from them.

After some time, tears started falling down, only for him to swipe it up with his dusty hands.

Then.. he heard a laugh behind the trees.

He turned suddenly to see Killer standing in front of him.

« Heyyy.. the boss wants your service. He said you still have your judgment skill. So he wants you to help him with his mission. For every single person in the multiverse to be negative, and erase positive feelings from existence. »

« Well, I was going to get the player to get here so that- »

« I’m stopping you right here my friend. The player is not coming back. Wanna know why? »

« Yes! For Asgore’s sake just tell me! »

« The player uninstalled the game by boredom and frustration, they are never coming back. »

« Then how come am I still here ? »

« Simple! They uninstalled it, they didn’t.. Delete it! =) »

« Why are you smiling like that? »

« Cause it’s funny that you thought you had a chance to bring them back by killing people lol »

« I had no other choice! »

« You did, you could have.. I don’t know, dealt with the ending you ended up with? Not blaming you, the team and I did the same.»

« I-.. ugh.. ok.. let’s say that it was fine in the beginning but.. »

« Oh, don’t let your energy run out just telling me what I already know. »

« Y-You know? »

« We all do. Now! Are you coming or what? »

« Well I don’t want to get the positive feeling to completely die, but… I don’t want to die here all alone either. Wait, what about papyrus? »

« Don’t worry the boss will inform him of your departure! »

« Uh..ok? I mean it’s super not convincing coming from a guy like you but.. i won’t make a big deal out of it.»

« Neat! Now come, take my hand. It’s better so you don’t slip into a random AU. We don’t have a good reputation. » Killer says, winking.

« Good to know? » Judge follows melancholically.

So? What do you think?

#Neutraltale #undertale #sans #original story and characters #by me! #story telling #back story #judge sans

[nonbinary-akutagawa]

Btw Kunikida went through an emo phase in highschool

#if you even care #i don't make the rules #this legit happend #he did okay?!! #and he used to wear a leather jacket too #bsd kunikida #bungou stray dogs #bsd #kunikida doppo #my post #headcanons #back story

[saturnlesbianprotector]

Robin Buckley's Flashback before everything happened, other background of her in s5? Also her parents? Maybe sneak peak of her house in upside-down or just in Hawkins... Robin Buckley's back story in s5?

#robin buckley #stranger things #canon #back story