#lore snippet

[thecanadiancryptidnumbah2]

Fiddleford headcanons

(To clarify,this is my version of Fiddleford from my semi canon accurate gf au. He is NOT the usual sweet and kind anxious southerner that everyone portrays him as)

Fiddleford,at his core,is a very very lonely man. By the time he reaches his late 20s,he has already achieved everything he has always wanted ever since he was a little boy.

Growing fame,recognition for his success and brilliance,popularity,people who will be loyal to him and provide him with what he needs (Emma May,Ford,his old friends from high school,etc),and being truly acknowledged for his efforts (his business. Mcgucket Labs) instead of being brushed off or told to go away.

But despite this,he still feels hollow. Empty,depressed. Nothing can ever satisfy him,not even building machines every other day. He goes on with his day and maintains his stable,lovable man persona but he still feels like there's something missing. Every day of his life feels like a blur.

At the end of the day,he doesn't catalogue his experiences as "a good/bad day" or "a job well done". No. Instead,he sees his life through the lens of someone who's merely acting according to the script ("I said all the correct things. I did everythin' right. That's good 'nuff for me").

He isn't living,he's 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. His life is a stage and he's the sole performer who has to keep things running lest the audience will get up and leave and or ignore him. He has to keep doing the motions,say all the right lines. Because if he doesn't,𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

No one wants the lonely,weird boy who did nothing but talk about his strange interests in bugs and human anatomy. They want a man who provides,someone extraordinary who offers great things to the world. They want someone great,not a useless and unwanted 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

But the problem is,he never stopped being that strange young boy. He's still the lonely and brilliant kid who wants nothing more than to genuinely be loved and seen for who he is,not for what he can provide. He has done everything to bury his true identity,to get rid of the parts that made him seem "unwanted" to others.

He learnt how to be more desirable,how to turn up the charm just so that people will have no choice but to listen to him. He continued to cultivate his genius and his interests in machinery,eventually establishing a growing business based on inventing personal computers and other useful machines.

There's more. There's SO MUCH MORE. But this is just a lil snippet.

Thoughts?. Comments?. Any questions?. @willapines618thesecond @nico-the-overlord @cameforstuff

[cesienthusiast]

Quick snippet of my OC lore!! Coming soon… 😈💔😈

[bloodmoonstudios]

Have you seen this little girl?

[sinceresneakyy]

TOO MUCH LOVE

When the universe-destroying black hole came to swallow their planet, Xyris and Elara fled through the stampede of panicked cityfolk, hand-in-hand.

Taking shelter in an underground carpark, the two tearfully embraced as the world shook around them - everything they once knew, sucked into the cold vacuum of the dark star.

Xyris could not accept this cruel fate. Not for Elara, who had fought so hard to enjoy her short, painful life expectancy, only for it to be taken away from them by a cosmic force that knew nothing of what they had been through.

It was pointless, foolish; but Xyris took a stand as the deafening sounds of destruction drew nearer and nearer. He stood in front of her as a defiant protector, against the very laws of reality.

"NOT HER! PLEASE! TAKE ME INSTEAD!"

She embraced him from behind, sobbing. The two hugged, said their goodbyes -

His pleas were consumed by the black hole.

Xyris awoke in the void, his new form entirely alien. Everything the black hole had ever consumed had fused with his flesh, creating a black amalgamation of material that took shape as crystal.

Following that revelation were the voices - All of humanity pouring into his thoughts, like an infinite number of radio channels broadcasting directly into his brain at once.

It was too much.

He screamed, cried, stumbled through the dark as he held onto his corroding sense of self.

"I'm Xyris... I'm going to find Elara... Keep going..."

But try as he might, the voices were relentless, and they began to drown out his own thoughts. He refused to give in, refused to be subsumed into the void of thoughts.

But he wandered for so long. With so many questions and no answers.

This had to be some kind of cosmic joke.

He was slowly losing his sanity, but he found himself unable to stop laughing. The laughter echoed through the void, an insane symphony of mirth, and he couldn't stop. It was a comfort in this mad nightmare of a void, the only thing that made him feel like he wasn't completely alone.

There was a twisted sense of clarity as he gave into his insanity. The nature of his current state became clear to him; his will to protect Elara, the sheer power of his pleas had fused him to the black hole, overriding its actions; but at the cost of his... everything.

He loved her too much.

And as he fell to his knees, wracked with manic laughter, Xyris made sense of his existence by reinventing a new self:

"I am the black hole," he muses, cackling. "I am Xyris, the shattered psyche."

With a sense of childish glee, Xyris shattered the void around him, and it broke under his will. As glass shards rained down upon him, he reeled his head back and laughed. "I am a sovereign, a god!"

Through his multiversal tyranny as Voidshard Sovereign, one question remained...

Where was she?

Did he even save her?

[prohibition-park]

Heyyyy!!!

I love your blog! It’s so cool!

I’m curious, would you be able to tell me the backstories of Timmy and Jimmy in this au please?

Wassup Kat! Good to see you here :D the majority of the main plot including the kid’s backstories are in this post but this is a great opportunity to share a more detailed history of them both individually!

Jimmy was born to a family of gangsters already prominent mobsters of the city. His father mostly worked with manpower and protection, for areas where you couldn’t trust the police. He worked really closely with the Marshes that were also a big family at the time, and the Gennas which are Loogie’s family.

Born with his disabilities in the same way as the show, his parents were far from happy that their heir was gonna be this kid. Especially after they discover that part of the complications that came with his pregnancy and birth, is that his mother Sarah wouldn’t bear any more children beyond their firstborn. This particularly makes Ryan resentful of Jimmy, basically from the very beginning.

Sarah did love Jimmy, but because of Ryan being a tough husband and father, she rarely had the opportunity to show it to Jimmy. Only in small genstures and coming into his room to kiss him goodnight after her husband’s gone to bed.

Before being sent to school, Jimmy would spend most of his time one the streets with his friends. At the center of the friend group were Stan and Loogie, with the friend group having a different formation than in canon. As described in the synopsis.

But when he became old enough, Ryan sent Jimmy off to a private school for the disabled. A place made less for education and more to try “fix” the “broken” kids, and keep them away from the eyes of the public. The place is a massive, luxurious building, but it doesn’t reflect the Not So Great treatment the kids got there.

There he meets Nathan, and of course, Timmy.

Timmy is the result of an unlikely case of two disabled folk being around in society and falling in love. Helen and Richard are each the kids of very rich and influential families, who were simply too important to berate over their disabled children. Meaning they’d go on the same events as the rest, even if only staying in the corners in their respective chairs.

They meet in one of these balls, and fall in love. Fighting both of their families to allow the marriage, who at the end decide that “what’s the worst that could happen?” Well, that would be Timmy being born.

He grows up very secluded and isolated from everything else in the world. Spending his days in the massive mansion of his parents and the gardens around it. Since Helen and Richard can’t care for him as much as they’d like to, although they love him very much, he’s mostly raised by the maids and other workers of the mansion. At the right age, he’s also sent to the school which Jimmy ends up in. And there, the two meet. Sharing their first day together.

By that point, Timmy was forced to learn a little bit of reading and writing in order to communicate, even with his tremors, which is how he speaks with people who can’t understand him in his normal form of speech. Not like that was ever a problem with Jimmy.

Additional notes: Jimmy was forced to learn to play piano from when he was around 5 years old, his parents wanting to take advantage of any part of him that wasn’t “broken.” He still plays piano to this day at a very high level, and as a kid would often take over the piano in the Marshes’ bar of Skeeter’s, the audience loving him from the very first start of his shows.

After Timmy depends it as well, he also teaches him. Which leads to Timmy also playing piano but at a different level than Jimmy.

[miiiwu]

hi 🌹 :3

hi Dylan ^w^

major spoilers so i had to crop it lmao. Zeke is like embarrassingly tsundere and a failsadist. he was kinda making fun of Tommy’s naivety but then Tommy got too sad and he’s like. “i need to push him down and stare at him and watch him cry and maybe hold him but that’s too gay.”

Jackie is so sick of Zeke’s bullshit. like dude you have got to lock in and get out the damn timeloop im sick of watching my friends dieeee

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image 1: trying really hard not to laugh. Really, he is. "Fuckin'... What other reason could you have possibly-"

"SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" His head no longer buried in his knees, he snarls and hisses like a rabid, cornered animal. They both freeze for a moment.

Zeke brings the hand previously rubbing Tommy's back up to the nape of his neck, and he runs his hand back and forth on the edge of where Tommy's buzzcut begins.

Self soothing, maybe soothing for Tommy too, not that Zeke cares or anything.

...It's not just about that." He sounds like a lost child. Zeke suddenly wants to scoop him up in his arms and... he doesn't know. Do... Something with him... He pumps the breaks on that train of thought before he makes himself nauseous with want.

image 2:

“And then, unbeknownst to you-“

Jackie tilts her head at him and scoffs.

“Oh it’s Beknownst to me. It’s VERY FUCKING BEKNOWNST TO ME, ZEKE.” She looks like she could strangle him.

“Okay, God, sorry. Jeezus.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

[keeperthemultiversemom]

Nyxie, why are there black tears streaming down your face???

[theanoninyourinbox]

I don't know if you're still working on the new long star au. But since we've learned about the kittypet dark forest, what would a kittypet heaven look like?

I HAVE talked about this previously BUT let's make it its own post with some additions.

THE KITTYPET AFTERLIFE

Often referred to as the Twoleg Starplace, kittypets go to the same afterlife as their owners. There’s always food out, the toys are endless, and just about every twoleg wants to pet you. If their twoleg was abusive, kittypets will find a new loving twoleg to pet them and help them heal.

But it's so much more than that, as Dastardly Dan and his victorious rebels. So much more...

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The second Dastardly Dan passes through to freedom, the filth of the dark places evaporates off of him like morning dew. The rebels are in a twoleg den, a nearby door letting the most delicious smells wafting through. He lets out a startled cry as his feet meet soft indoor carpet, not the sticky floors and splintered planks he's walked for ages. He hears a twoleg call out in joy, and a pair of black cats burst from the group and leap into the arms of a twoleg kit, yowling in joy. The rest of the former Dark Place dwellers scatter to the wind - one molly crying out to her long lost kits and wailing in relief when they respond, a tom bowled over by his mate, another cat finding the food bowl full of freshly laid out cat food - and Dan just freezes. He was an awful cat, and his guilt weighs him down like a stone in his belly.

Steps far too heavy to be a cat make him whip around - it's an elderly twoleg, Sweet Pea and Nanigans weaving around her legs. The twolegs crouches down and extends a hand. It's okay, says Sweet Pea, this is my twoleg! Dan slowly accepts the hand, and before he quite realizes what happened, he's tucked into a soft bed, with fresh fish on a plate and his thirst quenched. I could get used to this he thinks, and eats.