#npc thread

[ulenehlervu]

sketched elegant and her lesbian husband 4 warming up today

[sekaitransparents]

at the end of the unraveled thread: graduating to independence ~ shizuku hinomori (bingo prize for @jackpot-sad-dude)

[dnangelic]

its so evil when someone approaches u like lets plot!! and ur like hell yeah!! and u try to give them info about ur muse in posts and stuff but then they blatantly ignore it all n then just do whatever tha hell they want with what's supposed to be Your portrayal

[lemonina00]

Makal Damas photo shoot because he's cute and I like him a normal amount 🥰😉😜

[honorforged]

Imagine that you dedicated yourself to the art of firebending. You attended the academy as a child, you've nearly mastered firebending, and finally you get your first job out of school at the palace and what job do they assign you?

Weed killer. That's right. Your job is to walk the palace grounds and burn weeds.

[riddlesnap]

So I've mentioned him a few times in previous threads but he is actually a character that appears in one of Edward's comics. That man is George Lesley and there aren't many people Eddie hates more than him, which says a lot given his attitude towards other people. To make a long story short, Lesley used to work at Arkham Asylum and seemed to be a guard which makes sense given his later post at Wayne Enterprises, leading security there. Going back into the story though. It starts off quickly and already you can see there's animosity in how Lesley addresses Edward, calling him psycho after having barged into his cell to confiscate not only his playing cards but also his bedsheets, getting physical with Edward to do so. It seems very unprofessional for a guard to be passing 'punishment' - taking the cards is one thing but to deny an inmate bedsheets seems like a massive breech of authority which leads me think there's a lot more going on between them than we're given credit for. Edward spent 4 years planning on how to get Lesley back for this slight but upon thinking about it further, this was more than about playing cards and bedsheets. Lesley had it out for Eddie from the start, singling him out for the smallest infractions and arbitrarily doling out punishment because who is going to believe the 'crazy guy' over the upstanding guard? Their hatred was mutual but aside from these incidents, Lesley does seem to have a good understanding of security and how to work well, leading me to headcanon that Edward likely threatened somebody that Lesley was close with, probably during the events of Arkham City where he kidnapped emergency personel. Even though this person didn't die, I imagine them nearly dying in one of his traps left a bad taste in Lesley's mouth. To nearly kill somebody he loved all for a game meant that when he began work at Arkham, he'd do everything in his power to make life hell for Edward, which was sadly a decision that would one day come back to haunt him.

[skinnypaleangryperson]

Makes me sad that this app is dead lol

[psychescape]

She can't hear us with her head in that bucket. Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful bucket. The whole suit is lovely, quite snug in all the right places.

It's only the latest in a series of misplaced 'jokes', and Shepard intends to make it the last. It's been grating his god-damned gears for longer than he usually would let it, but for having been advised restraint in his conduct, he's bitten his tongue beyond a “You're not half as funny as you think,” or a “Ever considered shutting the hell up instead?”. His temper – drastically shorter than what it was before his death – has gotten away from him once or twice, but for all the anger he's bottled up, he's done well for himself.

His third transgression is impending, however — perhaps in the most spectacular manner so far. Between his eyes snapping towards Donnelly and Miranda's voice growing fuzzy over his omni-tool, he recalls another classic line of his.

Officer Lawson's uniform is very official. It always makes me stand at attention.

He's not sure what about this increasingly multi-facetted interpretation of the situation at hand pushes him past the threshold: the blatant disrespect in and of itself, Tali's overt disapproval, Miranda's confusion at his silence barely ringing through as he drops the open line between him and her, or his strange sympathy for Jack downstairs.

It's for the best she's down there, he supposes — she'd have undoubtedly blown a hole into the hull and tossed him out of it, had she heard him. He kind of wishes she would now. Maybe he'll do it instead.

The thought materialises and no sooner does he catch himself seeing red. No more nuance to encourage respect over fear; it's a powerful tool and he's hell-bent on using it.

“That's enough!” With an unceremonious flourish of his hand, he dismisses his omni-tool and pivots towards the engineer in question. Just as the rest of the Normandy falls away in this blackened tunnel vision homing in on the object of his anger, he catches one final glimpse of Tali's eyes squinting no longer in irritation, but concern.

Daniels more notably conveys the sentiment, but she, too, goes ignored — for now. It's in that split-second observation that Shepard decides that she, too, is due some disciplining.

She's a shaking leaf in the wind, but Donnelly's about to face a storm and he knows it, if the wide-eyed stare and the sunken expression on his face are any indication. Shepard’s anger boils over, twisting into rage within the mere three steps it takes Shepard to reach him and pin him face-down to the console. “Did you lose god-damned mind between the Alliance and Cerberus, Donnelly? Or were you always this much of a pathetic little skeeve?”

He can hear gasp, chased down by a datapad dropping on the floor beside him. His gaze remains seated on the fright-blistered frown below — still, unmoving, until a choked “It was just a joke!” finds his ears. More weight presses down on the forearm braced across Donnelly's spine, the already white-knuckled grip on his collar tightening in tandem.

“Try again. Try harder. Answer me,” he demands coolly. "No, sir! Sorry, sir!" Shepard sees the reddening of the other's face — a deep, saturated tone, perhaps even bordering on purple.

Daniels says something, but nothing that actually registers. Tali follows, and even her it takes at least two tries to get him to snap out of the narrowing, black pit he'd thrown himself into. It felt good while it lasted, this venting of pressure.

The aftermath ... not so much. It's not like he got off on any of it, and all wants now is for this moment, this waste of time, to be over already. He withdraws at length, straightening himself and relinquishing his hold on Donnelly. Even upon watching him struggle to catch his breath, Shepard feels not an iota of regret.

“You'd be a damned disgrace to your Alliance uniform if you'd still had it.” And you wouldn't be? Nobody's asking; nobody other than the repressed voice of common decency, scratching the confines of his warped mind. Aiden dismisses the thought.

Just then he hears the door slide open behind him. A cursory glance its way reveals Miranda in the opening — EDI's work, no doubt. There's a sudden and undeniable urge to let up and join her and take the elevator upstairs. He's not done yet, though, so he does none of that, returning to the task at hand instead ( without answering the question written all over her face: What's going on here? ).

But there's more to be done if he's to make a point beyond instilling fear into him, and likely Daniels, at that.

“As for your apology,” he continues, straightening his overalls, “save it for the women you thought fit to disrespect — your coworkers, for Christ's sake; the lot putting their lives on the line to save the sorry lives of the likes of you. I mean it, Donnelly: say it to them, or I'll boot you off next time we dock. Chop-chop.”

With no acknowledgement of the shakiest salute known to Man, Shepard's attention turns to Daniels. It's void of all that unbridled rancour it held mere seconds ago. Now he just looks tired. “You're hardly better, but I guess you get a pass 'cause you're a woman, too.” It's as close to a polite, dim-witted 'shame on you!' as he'll ever come, and equally as close to a 'fuck you both, actually' as he'll ever allow himself towards his crew. All this, while knowingly skirting the line between what's acceptable to say, and what isn't. Quid pro quo, he thinks — unfairly. This, too, he knows, but doesn't care to rectify.

He never claimed to be fair or particularly just.

His gaze veers towards the left, meeting Tali's halfway. She knows him well enough to realise a curt nod will do, which he returns, upon which he abruptly heads for the door — the very one Lawson's still holding open.

He doesn't pause to selfishly linger in her presence like he normally would; too deflated for that. She'll have to find her answers among the engineers of the ship just now.

[stolencrownsofplenty]

@sburb4n | Accepting

7 19 and 50! 🐑

7. Where was your lamb raised? A village? A prison? Constantly on the run?

((While the Emperor can't recall where they came from, since that was Nariender's doing to erase most of their memories? I can give some hints on their village used to be nomadic of sorts, wandering from place to place. Their village never stuck in one place for too long, often going into hiding since Empy was born when the rise of their species's culling was just starting to pick up.

Their people did not believe into the Old Faith's practices, being a flock that worshipped an old dead god that had control over the growth of nature. So even then, their people were hunted and were on the run regardless.))

19. Do they bear traits of forced domestication? Is their tail docked? Was their ear tagged? Do they have scars from being shorn (and nicked) against their will? Were they painted with or assigned a number rather than a name?

((Mostly, no. The most scared Empy still bears is their dismembered neck scars they keep hidden underneath their yellow crown and a number branding in their back when some of Leshy's followers had burned them with a hot iron into their skin and wool. Number 59 they were, they were the last in a grouped together flock of sheep that had been tossed into a wagon, treated more like livestock than people when they were nearly starved upon the long roadtrip to their execution.

Most of their wool had grown over the flesh wound, but if you shear or part their fur you will see the number brand still burned into their hides to this day.))

50. Freebie! Tell us any headcanon you want!

((The Emperor has a tiny immortal Golden Poison Frog named Sal who serves as an advisor to the Yellow Crown. He is a silent lil guy who often whispers in the Lamb's ear whenever he travels sitting on their shoulder, and he's often with them at all times since his immortality is tied to the Yellow Crown as long it exists.

He used to work under Heket before the Lamb had found him during a crusade. He wasn't a witness or a demi god, but they are immortal and they held their rank higher over those guys since he was favored for his knowledge and having a touch that could kill a mortal. He offered his services up to them since his loyalty remained with towards the yellow crown. And the Lamb had to take him in since Heket's old domain is now their domain; and thus they have to take care of those that pledge their loyalty towards them anyway.

He rarely talks much in front of mortals, and when he does he often whispers so quietly you can barely hear him. But he is very polite and is more often than not willing to answer a young follower's questions with a nod or shake of his head if he is prompted to.

And for a photo reference, he looks like this!

He is just a tiny guy, your honor. He has also seen the rise and fall of a lot of Dead Gods and he doesn't like to talk about it since he took an Oath of Silence on Heket's behalf.))

[mercurysunstar]

who: dakota and algy where: hocus pocus house @allwiredwrong

"algy," dakota greeted as he caught up with his younger brother, "are you going to the restaurant for dinner tonight?" there was some party that was being held there for a mutual friend of theirs and he honestly didn't want to go if algy wasn't going.

[cherry-chaos-cola]

love how ghiralink can range from they are deeply in love with each other (obvious to everyone but them) but won't even consider holding hands in public to actively trying to kill each other while saying some of the most romantic shit you've ever heard. In the same fanfic even

[ellraiser]

i can't beelieve that people actually say "woke mind virus" like out loud for real unironically? it's like hearing someone say skibidi ohio rizz in the wild

[lemonina00]

I definitely spend too much time playing DAtV and learning how to mod🙈😅. But I just love adding characters to my party that are normally unavailable as companions. Makal Damas for example ☺️😘. My Rook Robyn agrees 😅😊

[coralxonyx]

A Golden Encounter || @star-conqueror

The large pink doors slid open before the two beings walked inside while Pearl awaited on the outside as ordered. The small ruby then shapeshifted back into her normal form once the coast was clear.

Coral looked to her diamond who seemed to have a bit of a bittersweet smile on her face as the leader looked around as if reminiscing... but with a sadden look.

       ❝ My diamond? ❞

Hearing her gem, Pink immediately turned to Coral with a cover up smile and waved away whatever concern the spy had.

       ❝ Oh, don't worry. Everything's fine. Just thought I'd come for old time sake. Here... let me show you something. ❞

At the come-hither motion, Coral decide for best interest to push her inward questions aside for her diamond and followed along as Pink tried to feel the wall as if looking for something.

[justaprankhan]

"I don't want you waking up one day, sad about the choices you made." - Tommy @zekeg33k [after being rescued]

Tommy had such a kind tone, sometimes it made Hannah forget how angry she was. And he and Maria had been so welcoming, she had done her best to repay them by at least going to hunt whenever she could, and trying to be the best guest in the world. And then she had dozed off at the barn after taking care of the horses because she had been putting off sleep for as long as she could to avoid nightmares, and the nightmares had come, and when poor Jesse had tried to wake her she had clawed his arm like some kind of raging Infected escaped from hell. So, of course, she was grabbing her stuff and leaving because she could not be around people. Simple.

But then Tommy had to go and say that. She stopped putting ammo in her dufflebag, hand hovering over the bullets, before looking at him: "I'm already sad. What do I do if I'm already waking up sad?"

[ofhermits]

setting : outside, near the makeshift bar status : closed for @dcviilish

❝ don't look now, ❞ kiri starts, returning from the bar with tris' drink of choice and whatever nonalcoholic drink she could find for herself. ❝ or do. might be funny. but we've been here maybe five minutes and jackson whittle has been staring at you the whole time. ❞ she tilts her head microscopically in the direction of their former schoolmate turned grocery store cashier, then raises a brow at her roommate turned party companion ( at least until the inevitable moment they mutually flit apart ) that asks if they're kicking that guys' ass or not.