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[med4rda]

@pltfighter ♡'d for a starter !

in  a  rush  the young medarda reaches and grabs at the woman’s wrist to stop her,   a serious expression on her face.   ❛   what  do  you   think   you’re  doing   ?   are  you  trying  to  get  yourself   killed   ?   ❜   the cloak is pulled close to her body,   hood concealing her for the most part.   she doesn’t know why she’s doing it,   why she’s trying to   stop     ⸻     help vi,   yet here she is.   letting go of her,   eyes scan the area,   seeing if there’s anyone who would spot her before pulling the hood back.   ❛   if  you  walk  in  there,   you’re  going  to  be  spotted    immediately.   do  you  even  have  a   plan   ?   ❜

[pine-dexter]

~* @riiese liked for a starter*~

It wasn't often these days Ford had the opportunity to take a solo excursion into the forest to do some exploring. These days, he was far too worried about Stanley to do much wandering and when the kids were around, adventuring turned into a group activity. Not that he minded! It was fulfilling to explore with Dipper and Mabel. They were always curious and up for anything, and Ford enjoyed sharing his work with his niece and nephew.

But some days it was nice to just get out and wander trees, notebook in hand. He'd recheck on some of the more interesting fauna and update some of his notes on the strange multi-colored stream not far from the house. Having spent so much time in the woods, there wasn't a lot he hadn't seen.

Or so he thought.

Now, standing behind a tree, he's staring at an honest to Sagan giant with a gaping mouth. After gathering himself, he cupped his hands around his mouth to yell.

"Ah, hello there! Down here!"

[satellitewar-archived]

a fantasy starter for @vtriol

in any other circumstance, din might continue on his way. it's raining, and the water pelts his helmet and seeps into his leather boots with every accidental step into a cobblestone puddle — all he wants to do is make his way to the inn at the end of this path, shuffle out of his armor in the dark, and get some rest... but he can't just walk past this problem as it rears its ugly head. he's heard enough of the whiterun guard's suspicious questions, and no longer tolerates the man's grating voice on the rainy air. the person he's harassing looks annoyed and drenched with rain — just another traveler who aches for a dry night indoors. maybe they just want to get to the inn, too. maybe din and the stranger are aligned in their goals tonight. "what's the problem," the mandalorian interrupts, his shoulders squared as he slowly eases between the guard and the white-blonde haired stranger. this is so unlike him to do, but their argument blocks his path to the inn. might as well offer an assist. "they answered your questions." hopefully his bleak helmet and heavy armor will shake the guard into wandering off. the sooner this ends, the sooner din can sleep. "move along."

[filthysin]

starter for @fcrtnite for hannah parker (aubrey plaza fc)

zane ran down the street until he finally got to the doggy day care center, they had actually closed thirty minutes ago but he had been running late since his replacement at the bar hadn't shown up. he opened the door to the day care and was met by the sight of a woman and his dog. as soon as the door opened his running his dog, a german shepard whose name was lola, came running towards him. "hey girl." zane said as he leaned down and petted his dog, "i know i was late." he stood back up again and then looked at the woman. "which i am very sorry for." he said with a sheepish smile as he took his hand out "zane." wanting to keep it polite, he really needed this day care center.

[indulgnces]

who: theodore clark (@backtotheo)

where: masquerade ball

Masquerade balls always seemed like something out of fiction for Jenny — existing only in the world of romcoms and supernatural television and fantasy novels as a dramatic backdrop to spice up a plot. Not something meant for her mundane life. So when she heard her neighborhood was hosting their own ball for Halloween, it felt only fitting that she don a costume from one of those fictional worlds, hoping the stark red of her dress blended in with the 'bloody' aspect of the vampiric theme of the night.

In line with those fictional worlds, she always thought the 'not recognizing anyone' thing was simply a dramatization for the movies. Yet, as Jenny scanned the crowd from her spot near the event's bar and struggled to discern her friends from strangers, she was quickly realizing there was a lot more truth to the notion. Gnawing on the straw of her drink, she leaned over to voice her thoughts to the man nearest her. "You're totally not recognizing anyone here too, right? That's not just me? Because I really thought the whole Clark-Kent-mask thing was fake before this."

[undeadremcycle]

With: @cantfightmoonlight (Meena) Where: Country Club/Clan headquarters

The word still rang in Remmy's head as they stood outside the large, imposing doors to what was, apparently, a country club. It wasn't the building or even the description, though, that made them take pause. It was the word that came before, the word that the clerk had told them when they'd first come to town and been asked their species, the word that had been reserved for movies and fairytales up until now.

Vampire.

Remmy felt a little stupid. Vampire. How had they even become a vampire? Why had Lucy know what a vampire was? Why was Roy involved with vampires? When the hell did vampires become a real thing? They shifted nervously, glancing down at Moose, who sat dutifully by their left side, vigilant eyes scanning the building before them. They'd been told to come here for more information, but any further than that, Remmy had accidentally tuned it all out, overwhelmed, suddenly, by what they'd discovered. Their ears were still ringing now, too.

Some people walked by them and went into the building, not even bothering a glance back to where they stood still, in the middle of the drop off street. They blinked and watched the door slowly close, before Moose's signal caught their attention, letting them know someone was coming up on their left side.

A woman. Tall, dark-skinned, darker hair, and dark eyes, who looked more like a specter than a solid person in the moonlight. Remmy blinked and rubbed their eye. "Uh, excuse me?" they called, as it seemed the woman was walking in their direction. "I, uhh, was told to come here? By the-- er...when I came into town. Somethin' about, like, I could find someone to do this vampire stuff with? Or ask them about it? I-- I sorta accidentally tuned 'em out and forgot what they said."

[sshoryuken]

(@nosomatsu)

➣ (O)h great, this guy again. If he'd said he hadn't taken notice of the dark-haired man kicking around the area lately, trying to bum money or cigarettes off the locals, Scott would be lying through his teeth. Not really an uncommon thing for him, but... well... that's different! Just different. But don't ask him how.

With his weird hair done up and yet always so casual-looking, and his constantly-changing sense of style... the way he always seems to talk different, depending on whatever hue he's garbed in on that afternoon. Sometimes it's yellow, and on that day he's shouting about baseball. Other days it can be green, where he's gawking at pretty women with no subtlety at all.

All around, the situation is simply perplexing.

Today he's wearing red, throwing his arm around whatever girl passes by and trying to flirt with no success. Arguably the most annoying personality he takes on next to the blue one, when he speaks in broken French and tries to play guitar. Scott watches from afar, shrouded halfway by the block corner, as he sizes the guy up. He thinks for a moment, trying to gauge if he can simply approach without getting surprise socked in the nose. Normally, he wouldn't care about the presence of some random tourist, but this is a special case. A mystery plaguing his mind that he can't be rid of without proper answers.

He decides to approach. The guy clearly isn't going anywhere, as he still seems to somehow think he can get anywhere with the girls in the province, weaving around the streets delicately and quickly as to avoid him.

"What's your deal?" The query comes out abruptly as Scott stalks up to the unfamiliar, fists balled up and crammed into the pockets of his thick winter jacket.

"Every time I see you around here, you're acting like a different guy. Super weird, dude, lemme tell you."

[princessonia]

@oletusmanors 🌹

It was difficult to believe that such an adorable, seemingly typical little girl had committed atrocities the likes of Sonia, herself. From her understanding, Kotoko was not brainwashed into Despair like most; it simply befell her in the every day life she lived. Like many things, Sonia did wish to understand the reason; in a better world, there should’ve been no cause for a dear child to feel such hate and agony.

Unfortunately, she knew completely that this was not a better world.

“Utsugi,” she said in her most gentle voice, “I do understand that you see adults as demons,” and, quite honestly, that wasn’t an unfair judgement, “but may I ask what constitutes as an adult in your mind?”

[whcwashe]

Starter Calls || @detectivechandler

“You guys have to tell me if I’m like ….. under arrest, right?” Liv blinks, fingers tapping awkwardly across the table as she slumps even further down into the cold, plastic chair they’d set her in.

Admittedly she’d been a true crime girl once upon a time. The podcasts, the Netflix documentaries — she’d absorbed more than her fair share of the genre. At least until her life felt too much like a bad podcast series in the making, and she’d sworn off of it forever. She could understand it, honestly. Why they’d have pulled her in for questioning.

It wasn’t like she didn’t have a suspicious history — connected to at least five deaths, and seen at a handful of other crime scenes. She could explain all of that, although maybe not to anyone normal. Not easily, and not in a way that made her seem sane.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said I had spectacularly bad luck, would you?”

[med4rda]

@zaunhearted ♡'d for a starter for jayce !

ever   since   coming   back   from   what   felt   like   hell   …   being   trapped   for so long,   her body going through transformations   …   part of her was almost worried jayce might not   recognize   her.   body cloaked,   hood pulled up and hiding herself     ⸻     she’d heard the rumors of her supposed   death,   it only made her think back to elora,   making her stomach sink with   guilt.   eyes flit to jayce,   hands almost nervously playing with the sleeve of her clothing   …   what could she say to him   ?   they’d been through so much,   both experiencing   inexplicable   things.   swallowing thickly,   she takes a step closer to him.   ❛   i’m   …   i’m  so  sorry   …   about  everything     ⸻     about   viktor.   ❜   if maybe she had been able to   protect   him as well,   things could’ve gone so differently.   maybe none of this would’ve happened to either of them.   ❛   if  i  could   change   things,   i would  do  it  in  a   heartbeat.   ❜

[luciferwolfe]

Closed starter with @lady-llewellyn.

It wasn't often that his work really required preparations, yet most of the time he found himself doing them anyway. Just to be on the safe side. He didn't much like the fact, but taking a life had become so, so easy over the years. Moreso than it should.

He gave a short glance into the mirror as he passed by - sharp green eyes peered back, and he took a moment to adjust his tie. No one would ever suspect him for being there for the reason he was. His suit was flawless. His long hair tied up in a tight ponytail so to not be in the way.

He made his way to the room where the main event was being held, intent on mingling with the humans first and foremost. The room itself was huge, bustling with life, chatter and people. Had it not been for his work, he would've preferred not to be there at all - and it was in that moment that he sensed something different. Sharp eyes now searched the crowd, until he found the source - a woman. He stayed back though, just observing for now. Needing to make certain she wasn't there to stop him from doing his job.

[prettypixii]

The voice of a stranger startled the tinker fairy so much that she practically jumped right out of her skin. However the reaction was a bit delayed due to the amount of alcohol in her system. She furrowed her brows, taking in her surroundings as she folded her arms firmly across her chest. That would make sense why Peri wasn't here...but she didn't want to be wrong. "Um, this is my apartment." Even in a drunken stupor she was still as stubborn as ever. She really shouldn't have let the lost boys convince her into a drinking game.

"It was unlocked, Peri always leaves it like that in case I come home late." Like, tonight. There was a slight wobble in her stance and needed to brace herself against the couch to keep steady. God, the world was starting to spin and she didn't want to argue like this with a complete stranger.

@evermorehqsstart

"By all means, make yourself at home," Max muttered, clicking the front door to his little apartment shut with a hair more force than necessary.

"It's not like usually friends let someone know if they're dropping by or anything."

He brushed past the kitchen table, grocery bags rustling as he lifted them onto the counter and began putting away the items, slamming the cupboards and fridge door to emphasize his annoyance.

"How did you even get in here?"

[rexomi]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[smilesrobotlover]

Minish posting again.

And Minish meeting @madebysoupy ‘s old man Sprout. I really wanted to draw him 😭 you know me, I love small old men (he’s not that old but you know)

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@flightofthestarscream

Upon first glance from the front viewing platform of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn already knew this was not the Cybertron he'd resided upon for many years. He could not see any immediate sign of large, functional cities, and the planet itself seemed dark, desolate, its surface devoid of grand, towering structures. He hesitated in approaching. There was little purpose in visiting a Cybertron in ruins. It could even be dangerous, depending on who inhabited the wreckage, if there were any occupants left on the planet at all.

Thus, he decided to keep the Tyranny in orbit, and set the ship to drift around Cybertron. The quantum engine required several hours to cool from a recent jump, and he had more than enough fuel to sustain himself and his vehicle for much more than that time. He watched the planet, which, by all appearance, looked completely dead. Out of curiosity, he pinged the surface with the ship's central console, and wondered if there were any Decepticon stragglers in need of transport.

::Salutations. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. All hail the Empire. Pax per tyrannidem.:: He said by way of greeting. ::Does anyone upon this world, comrades in particular, receive this message?::