#it was fun to think of little backstories too

[mythalism]

time for my daily 6:30 am veilguard pondering; i think another issue with the game is how drastically your enjoyment seems to vary based on a couple of arbitrary decisions that the game forces you to make. genuinely i do not think i could have possibly chosen worse for my first playthrough. i did crow rook, save treviso and lucanis romance but i was waffling between shadow dragon davrin romance until literally the very last moment, you guys literally witnessed this on tumblr dot com like i was agonizing over who to choose until Oct 31 at 10:59 am and then i liked the crow outfit so that was the tie breaker lol. AND WHAT A MISTAKE!!!!!!!! i know some ppl love the crows already and so i hope those people were satisfied but idgaf and i was playing with a pretty neutral slate and holy shit. treviso was my least favorite zone in the entire game and docktown was my favorite. the governor sucks, this and viago are fun but not fun enough to save that storyline, and the headcanon i had for my rook of a zevran-esque backstory where she had been bought by the crows as a child and had a fucked up stockholm syndrome type of relationship to the organization was immediately decimated by how they were completely wiped of any nuance and turned into fun little vigilante heroes (who happen to kill people for money just don’t think about it too much!). i didn’t realize until a few days ago how much dorian content i missed out on by choosing treviso. i really only thought he had 2 appearances in the game. and then i never even fucking explored treviso anyway because it was so boring. the lucanis romance was so nothing, i was wishing i was with davrin the entire time. if you liked it i am truly so happy for you but i have never cared less about anything. if i had literally just had more dorian in my game, an existent romance plot with davrin PLUS i probably would have chosen him at the end and unknowingly sacrificed him, i would have been GAGGED!!!!!! i would have had a significantly more visceral, emotional experience that might have made up a bit for many of the flaws myself and others have pointed out. im pretty confident it would have. but oh my god how did I make 3 decisions that made the game such an absolute drag of boring, underdeveloped or no-content?????? how is there such a discrepancy in experience based on choices the game you are asked to make???? choices in RPGs are supposed to provide replay value but I genuinely cannot even recommend a save treviso run to anyone. keep your Dorian crumbs and stay safe

[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝country boy and his clown❞

⟶ phillip graves x oc/reader

⟶ cw. graves babygirl confused, funny banter, shadow boys, aloof OC, lots of jokes, third person <3

⟶ note. this is basically my little drabbles collection that will accumulate into a long story at some point about my OC Leech xd she's also the ones in all the other MW2 fics i've written

everyone likes that new girl. all the boys were drawn to her and graves can't believe the god damn sight of it all.

on the first mission the damn girl had her little portable gaming device, graves didn't catch what it was called. she whistled as she played whatever game on it. graves felt a fuckin' tick itching on his face from the clicking and tapping.

"shut that god damn thing off, fucking hell."

the girl sighs, putting it into her cargo pocket. "Sorry, Commander." she listens well, at the very least.

graves walks over to her and within an instant she stands up and salutes him. "What they call ya'?"

she's a new transfer, a sort of trade off with a friend. graves needed someone like her but her age was somewhat of an issue, not that young but maybe not old enough to know the ropes of an elite company.

"leech."

the fuck? grave left a migraine forming in his head now. "what?""

"leech, sir."

"got a backstory for that one?"

she laughs, "of course, i would never pick it myself. bit some guy's carotid off during my first deployment—i swear i didn't drink his blood though—"

"i didn't think that," graves sighs, pressing his fingers between his brows. "continue on then, sergeant."

"yup yup."

she catches on quick.

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"get this thing open!"

she sighs, tapping away at her little computer in her crouched form. "look boss, you've given me 2 seconds how about you give me 10 more seconds and maybe—oh, look it's open, you're welcome."

graves can see this girl making him lose his will to live. but he was no patient man and well, she was far too chill and nonchalant for this type of work.

when they get inside she's on the computer right away, jamming combinations of numbers and symbols to get what he wanted from this place.

"yikes, lots of porn on here."

graves almost snaps his neck turning to her. "what?"

"joking, got what we need." she pulls out the drive from the computer and pocketing it. she pulls her gun from her side back into her hands. "time to find out way out, commander."

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"i don't think i've met anyone more annoying." graves admits.

shadow 1-1 laughs, "boss, she's pretty cool and she's cute."

"she's funny, she said her callsign was because she ate a live lizard on the field—" shadow 1-2 mentions.

hes interrupted by 1-1, "wait what? she told me it's because she was sucking on her military ex-boyfriend's dick one time in the barracks and she accidentally cut off his foreskin."

"that's a fuckin' lie, if i've ever heard one."

1-1 takes offense, "yours sounds more fake than mine."

somehow this makes graves grab his head, what the hell has this girl been doing to my men. now it makes him doubt if the story she told him was even real.

she ponders, pursing her lips, "sir, i told you the real story—it's just fun telling all the boys different shit, they all go around tellin' each other the wrong thing and it's funny when they all get confused."

the girl looks around aimlessly, seemingly waiting for him to say something. "alright, you're dismissed. see you tomorrow, leech."

graves sighs in his office, the girl in front of him now dressed in a more business attire even if her skirt was far too short and the buttons her shirt were on wrong—the sheerness of that top too, jesus christ could she not afford a shirt didn't look like a piece of tissue? he could see her bra straps through the damn thing.

"are ya' lying?"

"maybe."

[prettypleasetextme]

An Angel?

(Elora backstory!)

(Peeps?: @city-of-c0rpses @myluckymoon )

Mom and dad were always such fantastic parents. They loved and cared for me endlessly. Spoiled me but made sure I was humbled and grateful as well. True role models for me. They inspired me to be loving and treat others with kindness as well. Though I was always loving by nature. I wanted to love people no matter who or what they are.

Though when I was little, I had no one to love and spoil on. So when my parents asked me what I wanted for Christmas when I was 6, I gave an excited reply, "I want a sibling!" I remember that moment when their faces scrunched up in worry, but I never knew why in the moment.

Apparently, my mom had struggles with trying to get pregnant, and having me was dangerous enough due to the birthing process. For medical reasons, she could have almost died for having me. I don't blame them for deciding not to have another kid and telling me no. But for a long time I was still wishing for a sibling.

At first, I wanted any sibling until I decided and settled that I specifically wanted a baby brother. Whenever I would go to the park, I would watch families play together. There would be sisters playing tag with their brothers, older brothers simply walking and having a conversation with their siblings. Seeing the people at the park made me desire to have a baby brother.

I figured that my day of having a sibling will never come though. I sorta accepted it when my mom told me why I can't have a sibling.

Until one day, when I was 11 ,I got a call from my best friend at the time, Xena Withlock. She was my age and had three younger sisters and came from a wealthy family. She called me to inform me that she won't be at school the next day. "Why not? We have a test tomorrow?" I asked over the phone.

"Because my mom is in the hospital right now. I'm going to have a brother tonight." Xena replied to me. I practically dropped the phone and hung up, running over to her house as quickly as I could. How come she never told me about this until now?! Why am I just hearing about this now?!

I had one single goal in mind. I always wanted a baby brother, yet never could have had one. My only way to ever get one was to become the godsister of my closet friend's brother. I was determined to get what this family didn't want in the future.

I felt a little bad for bursting into Xena's home and room unexpectedly and not invited, let alone stay the night there as well, but my desire to meet this baby was there. Besides, we had a fun little sleep over that night. The next day, we went to the hospital. I was skipping ahead of Xena and her three younger sisters, Lillie, Viola, and Sophia. I was too excited, all I could do was leap in excitement. Poor Xena was so confused why.

I guess you can say I annoyed the crap out of her father and mother. Because as soon as we arrived to the room, I practically begged her father to allow me to be their new son's godsister. Her poor mom, who was still recovering at the time was so tired that she gave me the "Whatever, sure."

I couldn't have been happier once I was granted permission. Immediately, I called dibs on holding the baby first. Giving into my demands, they let me, handing over the tiny baby in my arms. They named his Xavier. He was the cutest little baby, sleeping peacefully all swaddled up. Absolutely adorable.

I held him close to my chest, enjoying the closeness. I promised to myself that I would help take good care of him. I think I did a good job in fulfilling that promise. For almost every day of my life, until I moved when I was a adult, I would visit the Withlocks and take care of my baby brother.

From simply holding him and talking to him, to watching him grow, I would try to be there. Xena would make jokes that I was the 5th sister of the family, since I was there all the time. How could I not be there? That's my baby brother right there.

From trying to lift his head the first time, crawling on the floor, showing me crayon colored dinosaurs, pushing him on the swings, and before saying goodbye for the last time, I tried to be there for him. For every little thing he did, I was proud of him. I loved him. Every moment I wanted to spoil him rotten and love on him.

His parents weren't always the greatest. I could tell from day one when I met Xena. But I was hoping that, at least through all my efforts, I left a little bit of impact and hope in him for when I had to take my leave. After all life was telling me to start growing up. Soon before I knew it, I had a husband, I was living out in the countryside, I had my own kids to take care of, life got the best of me.

Oh, but how time flies. It's been a while, a few years since I reached out in contact. I hope they are doing well.

After all, I still love them.

[puppyeared]

started stardew valley for the first time. born to remember villager likes and dislikes forced to immediately forget it the moment i take my eyes off thw wiki

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[memento-morri-writes]

a small compilation of Zara talking to her young crew members.

She really does know how to handle each of them. Stern and authoritative with Garan to demand his respect, firm but gentle with Rook as a mentor and the first positive figure in his life, encouraging and comforting with Jay when she needs it most, helping her assuage her guilt... She really is an excellent captain, and there's a reason her crew respected her so much, even though she wasn't as big a name or as flashy with her power as Wolf.

[transcripts under the cut]

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Garan saw his opportunity and jumped in. “That son-of-a-bitch nearly killed me! He has no place on this crew. You sh-” Zara held up a hand to stop him. “It is not your place to decide who does or does not belong on this crew. I am the captain and my word here is law.” Garan opened his mouth but she kept going. “I will handle this. Go see Kholl to get your arm splinted. And while you’re down there, send someone up to take your place for the rest of the shift. And Garan,” she fixed him with her best commanding stare, “do not forget that on this crew you will treat your fellow crew mates with respect.” Garan looked as though he wanted to argue, but she held his gaze and he eventually moved off towards the hatch leading belowdecks. She could hear him grumbling as he went, and made a mental note to ask some of the other crew members what he was saying about this later.

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Once he was gone, she turned her attention to Rook. He was looking at the floor now, and still hadn’t spoken. “Rook, what happened? You’re not usually careless with your knots.” When he said nothing she added, “You can be honest. I’m not going to throw you off the crew.” She paused. “It wasn’t intentional, was it?” He still remained silent, but shook his head slightly. Zara sighed. “You made a mistake, and that mistake hurt a crew member. That’s not something to be taken lightly. It wasn’t intentional, and no one was seriously hurt, which is a blessing. But you can’t take shortcuts when it comes to sailing, especially not the rigging. One mistied knot can cost someone their life, or a ship its mast.” Rook was still staring at the floor, not seeming to hear any of her words. Zara frowned. “Rook, are you listening to me?” 

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“What’s going on? Will he be okay?” she asked, voice shaking. Zara forced her own voice to stay steady. “He was bitten by an Amaru.” Jay’s face fell, tears welling up in her eyes. “Kholl thinks he can pull through, though.” She handed Jay the list Kholl had written. “He said to give you this. It’s instructions for an antidote.” Jay froze, mouth dropping open in shock. “He wants me to make it?” She took a half-step back. “I- I’ve never done something like this, I’m not sure I can-” Stepping closer to her, Zara put an arm on Jay’s shoulder and squeezed gently, cutting her off. “Kholl has faith that you can do this. And so do I. Now, go, quickly. Rook’s counting on you.” Jay nodded. “Yes, captain.” She took off towards the ladder, nearly at a sprint, the instructions for the antidote clutched tightly in her hand.

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Kholl seemed to recognize this and sighed, shaking his head as he left. As soon as he was gone, Jay turned to Zara. “It’s my fault,” she blurted out. “It’s my fault he’s…” she trailed off as her voice grew choked.  Zara gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault. Rook chose not to tell anyone he was bitten.” She shook her head. Rook was quick-witted and a fast learner, but gods he could be foolish sometimes, especially when it came to his own life. Jay shook her head. “You don’t understand. I knew he was hurt and I didn’t check the wound or send him to the infirmary. If I had…” Tears welled up in her eyes. “If I had known he was bitten, not clawed, he’d be fine now, right? And now he might die, and it would be all my fault.” “He told you it was a claw wound?” Zara asked, brow furrowing in confusion. Why would he lie about what had hurt him? “No, that’s why it’s my fault. He said it was just a scratch and I assumed he meant a claw.” “Jay, there’s no way you could have known what he meant.” “But I’m a healer! I should have looked at the wound!” “You are not at fault for his decisions.” Taking Jay by the shoulders, Zara gently pushed her towards the door. “It’s been a long day, and you’ve done a lot. Do as Kholl said and get some rest.” When Jay hesitated, she added, “I’ll tell you if anything changes with Rook.”

[blujayonthewing]

one problem with felix is that I keep going 'oh you know what would be a completely logical consequence of the life circumstances he's experienced which are completely different than mine' where the answer is something I almost immediately recognize as being devastatingly relatable to myself

[erasedcitizen2]

Now that we have those lil veilguard backstory things based on the faction you pick from the character creator and we've seen more of the gameplay... do y'all have any plans for your first rook already? what class/faction/race are y'all thinking? do you already have thoughts about their personality or backstory?

For my first playthrough I'm leaning towards an elven rogue antivan crow right now I think but it's really hard to pick

[sysig]

Red Tape tied in a bow (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

Also decided to give a go to the caption thing again since this one’s rather dialogue-heavy!

[Panel 2] Peepers: Uhm...sir? Hater: What. Peepers: Could you- do you have the full paperwork on our health plan?

[Panel 3] Hater: Health plan? Peepers what in grop’s name are you talking about??

[Panel 4] Peepers: It’s really no big thing, I just wanted to see what was (and wasn’t) covered-

[Panel 5] Hater: Commander Peepers. Are you planning to commit insurance fraud on my dime? And you’re asking me how?

[Panel 7] Peepers: P- hahahaha! I would never dream of it, Lord Hater!

[Panel 8] Hater: Then-? Peepers: I just want to see what’s covered, sir. Like I said already...

[Panel 9] Hater: Hrmph. It’s all personally approved by me, so feel free to ask, Commander.

[not-souleaterpost]

People on here who think even anime Crona didn't deserve redemption or needed to be severaly punished after watching DBZ:

[ineed-to-sleep]

Girl we r obssessed

[fooltofancy]

important to understand that my approach to oc design and characterization depends explicitly on how i'm playing that specific game, like. a thing you should know about ilya is that he is the kind of person who will dive into the middle of a large pull ahead of the tank and pop all of his mitigation while screaming because i get distracted and do that. constantly.

... it's the siren's call of the big aoe damage noises, ok.

[unhinged-prosody]

Stanley, Trash Teenager (Disco Elysium portraits' style)

It's the coldest day in Révachol. She will bite your hand off.

[chiropteracupola]

a little pain now, to save a great deal more pain later

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Just finished reading pez dispenser debris.

Firstly: crying, screaming, throwing up, ball’s to the wall insane. I am taking this fic between my teeth and shaking it furiously like a dog with its favorite toy. I am running circles in my enclosure just to bleed off some of the emotions this experience has given me.

Secondly: this fic is heart wrenching. All of the things I would’ve wished had been addressed in canon content of BNHA. How does Horikoshi throw away one of the biggest points that enraptures the audience into caring about Izuku? How does the narrative seemingly forget the entire reason he was so fervent in chasing his dream as a hero? I think this is one of the biggest gripes I have about the series, and it’s the one that’s only ever been remedied by amazing fic writers like you.

How do you face the part of yourself you’ve seemingly buried and forgotten? How do you come to terms with the fact that horrible things happened to you by no fault of your own? What’s the fallout of realizing that the people who should’ve cared and protected you might’ve also been hurting you all along?

Where do you even begin in this entire mess?

A part of me, despite the fantastical elements of the medium itself, feels so incredibly seen by this. It’s incredibly difficult, making amends with the part of yourself that was so deeply hurt in the past. It’s a part of life, i think, to learn to walk beside that part of you, to lay it to rest and acknowledge that it will always be there. Izuku, of course, has done none of this, and in this lies the crutch of the matter that’s the center of this fic. I’m happy I stumbled across this fic, even though I haven’t consumed BNHA content in years.

That being said, do you allow any works inspired by your own? I need to put down some of the emotional toll this fic has done to me on paper. Apologies for the ramble, i am just really passionate about this fic. Hope to see more of your work in the future!

I’m so so happy you like it! I wanted pez dispenser debris to be this horrible reconciliation with the part of you that was still hurt and mad about it, and I’m so glad that resonated.

And absolutely, go for it! I’m thrilled it made enough of an impact to make you want to make something too. I do usually ask that you stick in a note or link or something giving credit to the original fic, and if you’re comfortable with it, send me a link to anything you publish and I’d love to boost it here!

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa: *writes a single throwaway line in one chapter of Lost and Found that is never referenced again*

Me, completely randomly and with no prompting: Alright, bet–