#backstory snippet

[smilingcrittersuniau-mdni]

Have some Charlie lore folks

#smiling critters #smiling critters au #catnap #poppy playtime #character lore #should I reveal his full backstory or just give y’all snippets? #digital art #ibis paint x

[beastwhimsy]

I'm completely enamored with this wizard who is in like 5 episodes total and gets barely any lines and I have found THREE other artists who have ever drawn fanart of him. anyway I have decided that I will rectify this injustice by getting even more unwell about them. here he is I love you life giving magus

they're the kind of wizard to say "wonderful!! ^_^ 🌼🌷💞" and "HOT DOG!!!!!!!!‼️💥🤯" in the same 10 seconds <- he has done this canonically

ID in alt, please consider reblogging thank you I love you

they're so silly I love you gnc wizard teacher who enjoys road trips and making yummy treats with their friends

#yesterday I designed his entire house. including the fucking carpets he would have #I have given this guy an extensive backstory and have used the snippets of his personality to fully flesh out his character #I think I need to give him more tummy. actually. #hes got a little bit but truly what is a gnc wizard without a proper muffin top #I have ten billion headcanons for this guy and I WILL provide 97% of the lgm content you'll see on here #life giving magus #ancient sleeping magi of life giving #life giving magus adventure time #adventure time #at fanart #adventure time fanart #artists on tumblr #adventure time wizard city #adventure time magus #asmolg adventure time #at fandom #described art #accessible art #I'm so good at ??? finishing commissions instead of only being able to draw things I'm autistic about

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterbuckdiaz @honestlydarkprincess 💖💖

still on my bucktommy bs, I'll be back to buddie but i'm too obsessed with tommy/lou to think about anything else rn lol

so here's a bit of something short I'm wiriting for 7x05 from tommy's pov, idk what this is, what it's gonna be, but I wanna finish it tonight or maybe by the end of the weekend so posting it here to motivate myself and also tell me what y'all think bc the more i reread all of it the more i doubt myself lol

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It took him some time, plus a lot of self-reflection and just taking it one step at a time, letting himself look at other men, this time consciously and sometimes deliberately, noticing how hot they are, how they make him feel. He let himself feel how they make him feel. It took a minute to stop feeling guilty and ashamed, and to rework all those internalized prejudices that had been ingrained in him his whole life.

He gave himself time, a lot of time, started with just chatting with guys on dating apps, later got the courage for some casual dates, and when he met the man who would be his first actual boyfriend, his first gay relationship, that he genuinely liked, he felt ready to pursue that. It didn’t work out then, that’s just life, but it was a good relationship, because he was ready for it. Now he feels settled and comfortable with himself, feels confident, and knows what he wants. And he wants- he wants love. He doesn’t want to put any pressure on any relationship he might start, but ultimately, that’s the goal. Love. 

He really doesn’t mind being this first to Evan. He likes Evan. He has those bright blue eyes that seem to shine their own light, and that wide, excited smile that makes it impossible not to smile back, with that adorable dimple accompanying it, that makes Tommy melt a little every time he sees it. Plus, those perfect, kissable lips he can’t wait to taste again, and the distinctive birthmark just adding to the charm. And he’s big and strong and so hot, too. And he’s just so nice, and so adorable and endearing, and he’s so easy to talk to. Tommy just wants to keep getting to know him, spend time with him, develop this relationship and see where it can go. And with any luck, maybe this one could last, could be something real.

The thing is, Tommy is ready for serious. He can take it slow, give Evan time to figure everything out, but he’d also like to know where he stands. He would never want to pressure him to come out before he’s ready, but he also knows he doesn’t want to be anyone’s dirty little secret. Been there, done that.

Still, he would be fine with keeping it just to him and Evan for now, for as long as Evan needs. But then…

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @neverevan @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck @your-catfish-friend @hippolotamus @daffi-990

#7x05 tommy pov fic #fuck it friday #idk im creating a whole backstory for him lmao #idk this is supposed to about him thinking buck's not ready idk what i'm doing #also idk where im going with this fr i just wanted to take a crack at getting into his head #the problem is as much as i love him he's new and i don't have a grasp on him yet like i do with buddie lol #so idk what this is gonna turn into lmao #but the smutty continuation to that other bucktommy fic is coming too! just gonna take longer haha #fic snippet #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #911 fic #911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy fic #911 spoilers

[prince-liest]

Vox today: the guy who's probably fucking his secretary

Vox alive: the secretary that was getting fucked

#personal #fuck it I like the backstory too much not to shoehorn it in somewhere #so it's gonna Show Up In The Text eventually #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #my writing #writing snippets #(context for random people that see this: this is for an existing fic series where Vox is trans)

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

VH - The Thorn in Villains' side

“Wake up, you creature of the night, and despair !”

“Nooo, sleepy, beddy-bye -”

“I said wake up !”

Vampire Hero opened an eye, blinked and yawned. He didn’t look at Villain at once. That was the courtyard itself that caught his attention. He was in the middle of it, tied to a pillar. All around him were huge spikes of metal, as if he was in the center of a gigantic metal flower. They all were curved at different angles. You couldn’t step amid them without being scratched, at least. In a sense, that was pretty. Villain themself was on a balcony, their hands on the balustrade, dominating the scene.

“Kids”, he whispered with leniency. “What they do these days.”

“Shame”, said Villain who hadn’t heard him. “You interest me. I thought we could talk.”

Vampire Hero yawned again for all answer.

“Is it insolence ? Or is it the pain of having been under the sun for all day ?”

“Pain ? Why ?”

“You vampires can’t bear the sun.”

“Oh, I understand the confusion. No. Do you know how some birds fall asleep immediately when you cover their cage, because they think it’s the night ?”

“I suppose ?”

“Well, I work the other way around. I have a sunbeam on my face, I get sleepy. It doesn’t hurt me; I just take a nap.”

Then his tone shifted abruptly:

“All day long ? You mean I’ve been here for more than a day ?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

His voice was now icy. Villain had a delicate little cough.

“I admit I didn’t know about sunlight. What about silver, then ?”

“That would work on vampires, yes.”

“You’re in luck. All these spikes are covered with silver. If you want to free yourself, you need to get through them.”

Vampire Hero hissed in annoyance:

“Ugh. Any particular reason why ?”

“Unless you want to rot in here forever.”

“No, I mean. Let me get this straight. You’ve made all these spikes so I could walk over them for a couple of minutes ? It just seems kinda wasteful.”

“If you want to talk about waste, time’s ticking. Why won’t you have your little dance right now ? You have two minutes before reaching me.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Vampire Hero slipped out of his bonds and stepped forward. He whistled.

“That’s quite the thorn forest you have there. Gasp ! Curses, even. What’s a poor vampire to do ?”

He slowly turned his head toward Villain and smirked:

“Hey, watch this.”

He extended his hand and casually patted the flat side of the spike.

“Oh no”, he said in a toneless voice, while staring at Villain. “I’m doomed. Ouch. Argh. And such.”

Slowly he smiled, revealing his razor-like teeth.

“Do you see it ? Do you begin to see it ?”

“See what ?”

“Your mistake.”

“Show off”, whispered Villain.

“Possibly, yes. At least I’m not ordering useless death traps on a whim. I’ve always made sure they worked first.”

“Death traps ? You are a hero.”

“Now, yes.”

Vampire Hero took a couple of steps among the spikes, decided it was quite enough, jumped, caught the guardrail and climbed the balcony. He hadn't avoided all of them, far from it, but when he landed on his feet, his face was emotionless. There was maybe a twinge of exasperation. He stood still in front of Villain. They both stayed quiet for a moment.

“What are you ?” finally asked Villain.

“A vampire hero.”

“No you’re not. You don’t fear silver or sunlight and you had death traps. You’re neither. What are you ?”

“I am pissed off. I want to be home every night and you’ve prevented me to do it.”

“Why ?”

“I'm married. Just know you’re very lucky I am what I said. I’ll let you live. Reluctantly.”

Villain barely reacted when he pinned them against the wall, whispering in their ear:

“Now then ! You’ve made me lose time. You owe me a drink.”

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Vampire Hero is now a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Click on the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

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#villain and hero #hero villain community #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original fiction #my writing #writing snippet #writing drabble #writing dialogue #creative writing #vampire #vampire hero #hero and villain #heroes and villains #hero x villain #oh man that wasn’t at all what I wanted to do #never mind take it I don’t wanna look at it anymore #it’s a hydra situation #I've been trying to finish a damn snippet since weeks and every time it becomes something else entirely and it’s still unfinished #so I’m afraid you’re going to see this guy for a while #let's say it asks a couple of legit questions before we dig into VH's backstory

[pencilofawesomeness]

FT x TWST Housewardens

Ever since I realized (halfway through my other batch of drawings) that Housewardens specifically get to design their own uniforms, I've been wanting to a new batch with them because I get to partially customize the uniforms based on what I think the character would do and I think that's neat.

Also featuring little blurbs of story content stuff because this AU is starting to live in my brain. (Help there's so much in there but it's so fun.)

Text version of the blurbs under the cut

ERZA SCARLET [Half-fae, half-human]

Grade/Class: Sophomore (2-A28) Homeland: Queendom of Roses Club: Spelldrive Best Subject: Summoning Unique Magic: Sword Space —allows for objects to be collected and removed from a pocket dimension of Erza’s own making

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LOKE URSAE [Lion Beastman (mostly)]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-C30) Homeland: Sunset Savanna Club: Track & Field Best Subject: Defense Magic Unique Magic: Light of the Sun —causes Loke to channel and release a highly concentrated light magic capable of burning almost any other type of magic; it’s very bright and potent

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AQUARIUS SADALSUUD [Merfolk]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-C26) Homeland: Coral Sea Club: Literature Club Best Subject: History of Magic Unique Magic: Water-Bearer —allows her to absorb large masses of water (any state) into herself or objects, and subsequently to release it as well

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ULTEAR MILKOVICH [Human]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-B20) Homeland: The Shaftlands Club: Science Club Best Subject: Ancient Magic Unique Magic: Rewind —allows her to revert targeted objects to a previous state of being

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MINERVA ORLAND [Human]

Grade/Class: Sophomore (2-A23) Homeland: Scalding Sands Club: Equestrian Club Best Subject: Poison Making Unique Magic: Territory —can switch the locations of two targets of her choosing

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MYSTOGAN MARVELL [Human] Originally Jellal Edolas

Grade/Class: Sophomore (2-E19) Homeland: Kingdom of Heroes Club: Mountain Lovers Club Best Subject: Magic Analysis Unique Magic: Mist Body —turns his body into a nigh intangible mass of particles; also grants high movement speed and flight

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LAXUS DREYAR [Dragon-fae]

Grade/Class: Junior (3-D05) Homeland: Briar Valley Club: Board Game Club Best Subject: Practical Magic Unique Magic: Thunder Palace —links things together and to him and allows Laxus to channel his magic through that item (or person) when activated

#fairy tail x twisted wonderland #crossover au #fairy tail #twisted wonderland #erza scarlet #loke #loke ursae #aquarius #aquarius sadalsuud #ultear milkovich #minerva orland #mystogan #mystogan marvell #laxus dreyar #housewardens #i've been passively making backstories for these bad boys and gals #it's been getting out of hand #but I wanted just little snippets of profiles for now #like in the twst archive #and yes i did make literature club up #since characters can start their own I figured it was flexible #aquarius strikes me as the type who gets strangely passionate about themes #like angry gremlin style #lucy levy and freed are in there too #aquarius and lucy will argue PASSIONATELY but they are having fun trust me #also Mystogan pulls a Jade and goes hiking except he does it because hiking is fun and quiet #Rogue joins him and they chill together and stare at things #Laxus is in the board game club because Bickslow dragged him in #but he's grown to enjoy it #definitely freaks people out though who are joining for the first time

[charlescoded]

Begging you for vampy max and omega charles being all gaga over their chubby blonde blue eyed dimpled baby 🙈🙇‍♀️

vampy max would worship the ground charles walks on if so asked. he doesn't because charles is just as enamoured, but he will ask for more chubby babies <3

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Sharp fangs graze against his skin as Max leaves sloppy kisses along the expense of his neck. Charles closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation for a moment. Max’s arm has creeped around his waist, keeping him in place. It’s a familiar position that Charles has come to love, but right now they don’t have time for this.

“Cheri,” He murmurs pointedly, and behind him Max groans loudly.

Max rests his forehead against his shoulder. “Just five minutes?” He whines.

He huffs. “Five minutes turns into ten, ten turns into sex, and sex turns into never leaving at all.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Charles can feel his smile press against his neck.

“And if she starts to cry and it ruins the mood—your mood?”

Max hesitates for a split second. “I can deal with that.”

Charles rolls his eyes and turns around in his hold. “No you can’t, you’ll be so distracted wanting to check on her and leave me needing you." He presses his lips against Max’s chin.

He cups Max’s jaw and kisses the pout away. “…It only happened once.”

“Twice,” Charles corrects. “I’m counting Jimmy getting stuck in the chandelier.”

Max makes a face. “You can’t blame that on me, what bat doesn’t know how to fly.”

It’s a rhetorical question, Charles answers it anyway. “You.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.”

“I know,” Charles grins, and when Max’s face tightens, his eyes light up. “Is she crying?”

Max presses his lips into a thin line. “…She might be.”

Charles shuffles out of his arms and gives him a coy look. “Well? Bring me my baby, Maxy.”

There’s a loud sigh, but Max pecks his cheek and disappears to leave Charles alone in their bed. He sits up and stretches his arms above him, a pleasant ache still pulsing through his body. He waits patiently—Max has the speed to return within seconds, but if he calms her down first, it might take a few minutes—, brushing his fingers against the bite marks left all over his body.

A big smile forms on his face when Max returns, their daughter curled up against his chest. He holds his arms out and Max hands her over as joins him back in bed. “Hey pretty baby,” Charles whispers, shifting so he can settle down against Max’s chest.

“Lisette calmed down as soon as I entered her room.” He can hear the silent typical being added, but Max doesn’t sound too upset about it.

Charles brushes her hair out of her face. “Did you just want attention from daddy, Lili?” Her little hand clasps around his finger. “Yeah? I like his attention as well.”

Max snorts softly. “Needy omega.” He teases.

“Hey,” He lightly knocks his head against Max’s shoulder. “Don’t be rude to your ‘needy omega’, he worked very hard to give you a carbon copy of yourself.”

“The first part wasn’t so hard,” He lets out a soft yelp when Charles pinches him. “…Besides, I think she’ll look like you when she grows up.”

He looks at the chubby cheeks of his daughter, at her golden hair, the startling blue eyes, even the sharper teeth poking out when she opens her mouth to babble and shakes his head. “No, she’s definitely daddy’s girl. Maybe our second will look more like me.”

“Second?” Max asks quietly, and Charles holds his breath. “You want me fill you up with another baby, Charlie?”

His cheeks flush bright red. “I..,” He clears his throat. “Only if you want to.”

Max kisses the back of his neck. “Of course I want to,” His hands rub over Charles’ sides. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Hm. And what if I want breakfast in bed right now?”

“Yeah?” Max’s hands slide down to Charles’ thighs. His voice is slightly muffled where he presses his teeth against an old bite mark, “You’re my breakfast, baby.”

Charles inhales sharply. “Oh my god, cheri,” The hands disappear from his skin. “You don’t have to put a baby in me the first chance you get!”

Max’s laughter echoes through the house as he disappears in the blink of an eye. Charles shakes his head and tries to hide his smile as he looks down at Lisette, his daughter busy playing with the faintly glowing jewels attached to his bracelet. He leans down and kisses her forehead. Maybe they’ll have another baby, but for now, this is enough.

#answered ask #my writing #lestappen #i got an entire backstory for this snippet and it's kinda funny because if i ever wrote it this would actually be post-story lmao #but i hope you like it <3 i don't have time to write more rn i need to hurry up and get ready #which is why this is not checked for mistakes at all #vampire omegaverse

[emkini]

Things I spend a not negligible amount of time thinking about 

[ID: A greyscale mdzs comic strip consisting of 6 panels. The first panel shows a young Lan Wangji looking forlornly past the viewer, captioned “I want to take him back and hide him.” The second panel shows Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian staring unhappily off to the side, while the third panel is of lwj’s mother in the same position; her eyes hidden in shadow and a barred window behind her. In the next panel, wwx has turned to smile at lwj. The image of the barred window is shattered behind him. The fifth panel shows lwj looking mildly surprised and upset, while the fifth panel shows him looking off to the side in sad determination. This panel is captioned “...But he is not willing.”] 

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuixan #lan wangji #mdzs fanart #comic #em draws #me when that backstory snippet happened: UHM???? #decided to start experimenting with just putting my whole blog title as a signature #because it's probably more effective for social media than my normal signature #which I originally designed for acrylic paintings #anyway I want to study lan zhan under a microscope #like as someone who feels a lot of things and shows approximately 10% of them on my face #I feel u man #id under the cut

[burning-academia-if]

[Happy birthday Rhea!!]

            She lingered at the empty table, hands pressed against the hard wood. It didn’t make the papers go away. Her father’s words rang in her ears, sounding off the inevitability of it all. Her father’s legacy stared right back at her.

            Vales Grove University had been her father’s dream, once long ago, before he’d had it in his grasp. Now, she wasn’t sure what he dreamed of, sitting at the top of his throne. Maybe he looked higher, towards a seat on the council. Maybe he wanted everyone under this thumb.

            Rhea knew he wanted her to follow in his footsteps. To attend Vales Grove, to make all the connections, to find herself in the glitz and glamor and power he bathed himself in. He’d never look at her again, if she strayed from the path he set. And who was she to complain? She was barely eighteen, with no other path in sight once she tumbled out of high school and into something else.

            The sketchbooks and sewing supplies stuffed in the back of her room spoke otherwise, but she never listened to them. Instead, she listened to her father and tried not to catch the eye of her mother. She cut into herself, until she was just enough.

            The acceptance letter didn’t make a sound. It didn’t have to. The path she was on had been decided for her since before she was born. All she could do now, was walk it.

#ch: rhea #BA: bonus content #happy bday to rhea!! #like beck here's an out of context backstory snippet for her bday also! #if her art piece is too simple it's because guess who got sick again like I wasn't already sick like a month and a half ago askjs

[lost-in-derry]

WIP Snippet!

Kallus Backstory

As always, let me know what y’all think!

#alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #wip snippet #my writing #Kallus Backstory #Derry Writes #snippets

[blorbologist]

Architects of our demise: Chapter 6

Breaking News: white academic forced to endure nature. Champion of death comments, 'He's being very brave about it'. More at 6.

“And you’re sure?” Percival presses. 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course!”

She does not ask what he’s not sure of. 

(There are a great many that Percival could list: is she certain this oasis is that way? Can she be sure they can leave the Grey Huntress here unattended? Will they make it there alive?)

The last few days have been uneventful; no signs of even a performative chase by peacekeepers, light rain at worst, and little in the way of stimulating conversation between him and Vex’ahlia. She is certainly friendly, and approachable, but after the last attempt he is happy enough to have his space on the ship. They are partners in this grim and blasphemous business, and little more. 

At least there is enough trust for them to sleep properly, taking shifts in the cabin’s plush bed. Percival finds her sleeping restlessly more often than not, eyes darting beneath her eyelids. When he lays down, the sheets are only faintly warm where she was, and smell of subtle flowers he cannot name.

It has all left room for Percival to drive himself up the wall - or up the mast, as it were - with stress. Because he is throwing himself into the wilderness at the heels of a barely-not-stranger.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets, feeling the deed crystal carefully. That accounted for he fingers his holstered guns, flicks his thumb over his palm to assure himself the residuum is charged. (Not the least bit reassured, if that was not obvious.) 

Vex’ahlia seems to catch on. Or, no - she likely picked up on his unease twenty minutes ago and is only now taking pity. She lopes back from inspecting what she claimed is a path. 

“Percy,” she implores, “I trusted you to guide us through Aeor. This is my favored terrain; I’ve been doing this for a hundred years.” Bouncing on her heels, she adds, “Anyways! I can always ask my brother if we’re on the right path. Call it a Champion’s intuition.”

Asking for directions is the opposite of intuition. Percival narrows his eyes. She winks. He narrows them further. “Would he help, though? You said this was your goal, not his.”

Does the Reaper Prince even want to resume mortality? It hadn’t occurred to him to consider this, so wrapped up in Vex’ahlia’s wholehearted dedication to this path. But… if this was wanted, why has the god not helped her? 

“I’m not sure,” she admits. Which, admittedly, lends weight to how sure she is of the rest of this venture. “I mean - maybe he knows and just isn’t stopping me, or maybe he doesn’t. I don’t think he’d let me get lost in the jungle, though.”

… This is going to be even more difficult than anticipated.

Prologue | Keep reading on AO3!

#now that everything is set up a Lot can happen per chapter!! yippee!! (for me. not Percy. he's having a very busy few days) #(Vex is also having a Time but shut up she's totally fine) #anyways shoutout to Taliesin's Contributions to Exandria's Lore and the snippets of FCG backstory we have. These two are somehow related! #critical role #cr fanfic #critical role fanfiction #perc'ahlia #percahlia #my writing #age of arcanum AU #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia

[atonalginger]

It's Snippet Sunday! What a fun day! Thanks for the tag @therealgchu, @silurisanguine (on discord), and everyone else who urged folks to share. I will also urge those who see this and have something they've been working on to consider picking a small peek, just a snippet ;)

Anyway this snippet comes from Reclaiming Home, my DocCoe fic that has been slow to get off the ground after that spicy explosion of a first chapter. ...they needed some rest...lol

TW for discussions of past emotional abuse, attempted kidnapping. Placed under a "read more" cut

“It’s fine, Sam,” Jamie chuckled, “it’s not a secret.”

“Then why is he acting like it is?” Cora motioned at her dad.

“It used to hurt to think about it,” Jamie admitted, “but that was a long time ago.”

“So I am being nosy,” Cora frowned.

“No, you’re curious. Being nosy would be snooping and digging where you didn’t belong even after being told to drop it,” Jamie reached out and smoothed a stray curl back into place, “Fox took me away from Dodgewood when he did to save me from our parent’s plans for me.”

“What were the plans,” Cora leaned in.

“To stop me from being independent. My mom found out I’d been working with the history teacher at the school, filling out college apps and applying for financial aid. Neither of my parents wanted me going to college because, to them, that wasn’t meant for me. They were saving for Jasper’s college and were banking on Fox’s time in the militia to pay for his higher education.”

“But why not? You’re a genius!” Cora exclaimed.

Jamie let out a quiet laugh. She said it didn’t hurt anymore but the truth chewed a raw spot on her heart, “because my success would draw attention and they didn’t want that. They didn’t like people remembering I existed because it meant they had to act like they liked me.”

“But…” Cora stopped herself, absorbing what Jamie had said, “what were they going to do?”

“Dad knew a freight pilot from Hopetown who had a son a few years older than me looking for a wife. Wanted to move to Akila hoping to find better work. So my dad offered the guy a job on the farm and he and mom started working on convincing me he was just perfect for me. They hoped to browbeat me into marrying him, getting rooted in Dodgewood, and continue to be their little maid.”

“Oh, their those people,” Cora said quietly.

Her response made Jamie chuckle a little harder, “Yes they are.” “I don’t get it, it’s the 24rd century, people!” Cora threw up her hands.

“For some traditions and personal believes run deeper than any fact could hope to sway,” Jamie looked up to Sam. He was now standing behind Cora, leaned against a locker watching his girls with that worried look he wore so often nowadays. She looked back to Cora, “but Fox learned about their plans from Jasper, who was so excited to see my dreams crushed he couldn’t keep mom and dad’s secret. Baby brother’s animosity for me is what saved me in the end.”

“He wasn’t worried about you like Fox?” Cora asked.

“No, Jasper hated me with a fiery passion. As soon as they could get away with it my parents dumped all parenting responsibilities onto me. ‘Good practice’ they called it, for when I one day had my own.” Jamie looked over to the desk and took a deep breath, “I didn’t let him do every little impulsive thing his potato brain thought up and so he hated me.”

Cora’s hug caught Jamie off guard, causing her to jump slightly as the girls arms wrapped around her. She turned and hugged Cora back, rocking them back and forth slightly. Into her shoulder Cora asked, “so that why you both changed your names and kept lots of details vague in your writing.”

“Partly,” Jamie nodded and gave Cora one more little squeeze before sitting up, “We hadn’t planned it initially. We hoped some distance and time would give us a chance to prove to them it was the right call. Fox was the golden one, he did no wrong in their eyes, so he hoped he’d be able to convince them. But we learned fairly quickly how wrong we were on that front.

“Family came out of the woodwork to let us know what horrible children we were. Luckily by boss at the Rock was able to get security to keep an eye out for me when Fox and your dad were out of town. But even that started to fail and it’s one of the reasons I abruptly left the city. I couldn't risk my move being discovered by our family too soon.”

“What’s they do?” Sam asked, a heat on his words, his blue eyes burning as he looked down, hiding them from his girls.

“My Univeralist Uncle showed up with the potential suitor asking around for me, introducing the guy to others as my fiancé. People who knew me or your dad knew that was bogus but that didn’t stop the talk and then a few days before I left town they accosted me near the Rock. Deputy Monroe, well deputy at the time, he interceded and I was able to slip into the Rock but I knew I couldn’t stay after that.” A low growl rumbled in Sam’s throat. They’d need to talk about it later, when Cora went to bed. About why she never said anything.

“Seems like a lot of work when they could have just let you go,” Cora said as she sat back down. She held onto Jamie’s hand, seeming to want to keep some tether to her.

“It was embarrassing and reputation meant everything to them.” Jamie said with a tired smile, “Us leaving Dodgewood was the talk of the settlement when it happened. It’s a tiny settlement in the ass end of nowhere, it was all people talked about for a weeks. Speculation over why it happened and talk about how dramatic it looked: Fox had come home for a week of leave, was seen talking to Jasper near the spaceport, stormed home, and within an hour we were spotted loading into the militia transport he landed with and were gone. And we never came back. It was juicier than any shows they could download.”

“But couldn’t they see they were hurting you?” Cora asked.

“They didn’t care about my feelings on the matter, sweetheart,” Jamie said softly, “there are people in this world who only care about themselves. Everything they do is in service of making themselves look good to others. The jobs they take, the friends they make, the families they have, all of has the end goal of making people like them and nothing else. Most people won’t pick up on it because they aren’t personally affected by it, they’ll only see the good deeds, the kind words, the selfless charity.

“But that also means nothing can ever go wrong. Nothing can ever look out of place for them, because if it does it will let people see other cracks in their facade.” Jamie gave Cora’s hand a pat, “they wanted me to come back so they could say, ‘look everyone, we’re still a happy family and everything is fine’. As time went on and I completed my degrees, changed my last name, started making a name for myself in the Starfield, they backed off more and more because those that knew I was their daughter praised them for my success, making them look good. And those that didn’t know my family couldn’t judge them anymore.”

“Ew,” Cora scrunched her nose, “they tried to lock you away and then got to brag about your successes?

“Yup,” Jamie nodded, “and agreed, Ew.”

“Why not put them on blast? Tell everyone exactly what they did? Make sure they can’t steal your successes for themselves?” Cora asked.

“I’ve considered it,” Jamie admitted, “and every time I get close to doing it I remember that it won’t fix any of it. They won’t admit their fault. They won’t apologize. What it would do is let them play victim to those around them. Allow them to ‘woe is me, look at how my own daughter speaks of me after all I did for her’. Far better to allow my absence and silence weigh on them. If anyone asks after me and how I’m doing in my daily life they won’t have anything. And from what I’ve heard from the few people I’ve stayed in touch with from Dodgewood, that burns them the most. Sure, they love the praise of being parents of Doc Melody but when people ask questions…”

“That does sound like a better revenge,” Cora admitted.

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #atonalginger writes #coemancer #snippet sunday #the coemancer crew #DocCoe #Doc Melody #Cora Coe #some of Doc's backstory under the read more

[justahumblesideblog]

Sure we could get a scene of Hunter cautiously explaining to the others about his Grimwalker origins with all the vulnerability and hurt/comfort vibes we could ever want. However, the chances of Hunter just bringing up as a conversational “fun fact” that makes everyone stare at him in existential horror is not only not zero, but in my opinion much more likely.

Like, he already did that little casual “Well, you’re a witch.” comment to Gus without any emotional baggage attached to it. Plus they established that he’s been studying up on Grimwalker lore since he disappeared after Hollow Mind. Also, we’ve seen Hunter just go on informational dumps at least 3 or 4 times in the past. Not only that, but he’s also just brought up traumatic moments from his past in a light hearted fond matter (ex: the mountain training)

I’m not saying we AREN’T going to get that vulernable hurt/comfort moment of him trying to come to terms with being a Grimwalker. I’m just saying that I wouldn’t be shocked if he just…. Told the whole entire rebellion in a “hey did you know~?” matter.

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh #toh spoilers #toh hunter #the golden guard #grimwalker #the owl house theory #i guess #it’s only been a couple of days since hollow mind #and he has only just been taught his first healthy coping technique #plus no time to deal with ALL of that #this boy is probably gonna trouble people with snippets of his tragic backstory without warning #as a treat #then steve can recommend him a good therapist #also as a treat #humble offerings (junk)

[groenendaelfic]

Young Royals Snippet #4

"You love him, don’t you?" Rosh asks. "It’s not just a crush?"

Simon ducks his head and fumbles with the glass in his hand.

He does love Wille is the thing.

Wille, with his adorable smiles and his awkward flirting and his beautiful amber eyes, always ready to meet Simon’s own.

Wille, who looks at Simon as if he’s the whole world and the only one who matters.

Wille, who knows how to get his way and handle those in power, but who is utterly lost when it comes to the most mundane things.

Wille, who grew up spoiled and sheltered and with so much privilege it’s not even funny anymore, but who still cares so very much.

Wille, who is not just the establishment, is not just the wealthy elite profiting off the poor masses, but the actual monarchy, which is so much worse, because the wealthy elite look up to him, worship and envy both him and the ancient institution he stands for, wanting to be like him, and if they can't be that, then they at least want to be as close to him as they possibly can, hoping that some of the centuries-old splendor and power and influence will rub off on them.

Wille, who is the future King, unknowingly tempting Simon to betray everything he believes in just by being his own charming self.

Simon loves Wille, even if he’s also His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Sweden, Duke of Östergötland, and Simon is supposed to hate him and everything he stands for.

"Yeah," he says, blushing, a shy smile flittering across his face. "I really do."

Ayub grins.

"No need to be embarrassed," he says, grabbing another slice of pizza. "It’s not like you’re the only one. My gran absolutely adores him. Has ever since he was born on the same day she got her citizenship. She has like, commemorative plates and pictures and everything."

Rosh laughs.

Simon buries his face in his hands.

Sometimes he really hates his friends.

#not a historical au #but imagine if it were #confession: Ayub's gran is the one OC in As Long as We Have Each Other I have the most detailed backstory for #and she'll probably never so much as appear in person #fic snippet #young royals #young royals fic #yr fic

[pencilofawesomeness]

Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.

“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”

Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”

“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”

Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic. 

Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it. 

Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility. 

He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd. 

It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it. 

“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”

He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves. 

“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”

Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything. 

The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him. 

Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance. 

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all. 

“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once. 

Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure. 

A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold. 

The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy. 

“JELLAL!” 

Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic. 

“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate. 

But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”

“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up. 

Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded. 

“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now. 

“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”

Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered. 

In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout. 

“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”

Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”

“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence. 

“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”

The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.

“It will never change that I was her pawn!”

#fairy tail x twisted wonderland #crossover au #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #overblot #i lied to myself I wrote things #overblotters get little mini fics now they are special I guess #guys lemme tell you Jellal and Mystogan ran away with this story it is intense #i don't actually plan on writing more than random snippets but whoo boy #i would be tempted to do more #also designing phantoms is weird but fun #those manifestations of fear and expectations and being #this scenario definitely ends with a good cathartic breakdown from jellal #dude needs therapy #I'll find a better way to unload this backstory without spoiling my Greater Headcanons one day #until then ten guesses XD

[emmamountebanks]

being a fan of supermassive games characters is so hard. im never seeing these bitches again

#they get One Night of trauma that they MAY survive and thats it! #give me more #need some backstory series or something fr. like year in between until dawns prologue and ch1. #how the counselors were just vibing at camp #what were mark and kate like as a couple? #give me just the snippets of their normal lives.... give me more of them #give me hypothetical books or whatever of what they feel when they make it through their night of horror