#sort of daily npc

[collectivewarmth]

daily reminder that an inner world is not required for any sort of system! it can be an excellent visualization tool for some but it’s not something that everyone is going to have.

if you have an extremely complex inner world with pages of lore and thousands of alters/npcs, you’re so valid. but, someone who also has no sign of an inner world or one that’s simply a singular room in a house? equally as valid.

understanding we all have different experiences is key in fully accepting the collectives around us!

[admiral-mason]

Ultra-Impact (SAGAU x Ultrakill)

Alright, let's try this multi-part chapter series yet again.

Idea based on @valeriele3's Live Stream post.

Reader is Gender Neutral (GN)

0-1 << YOU ARE HERE 0-2

PRELUDE /// FIRST INTO A NEW FIRE

SENTIENT MACHINES FROM HELL WARN YOU OF GRAVE DANGER.

"Ultrakill Violence Layer + Genshin stream"

Was the title of your stream on [streaming platform]. The chat was healthy, spitting out messages like every stream you recorded.

jonas9291: bro's gonna die LMFAO

Makitasbookshelf: This is it!

Brrrrrrtt donated $5.00: "BENJAMIN!!11!!!!!!!1!11!"

"Who the heck is Benjamin?" You said as you asked your chat before exiting the room that you were in,

And then staring up to see a huge titan of a machine.

1000-THR EARTHMOVER

"Ohhhhh holy crap that is one huge robot right there!"

That was what you said before you hooked onto the hookpoints at the beginning of the level and made your way up to the 1000-THR Earthmover's leg. The level title then popped up once you grappled all the hookpoints:

VIOLENCE /// CLIMAX ...LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN

The first two streetcleaners went down easy; you shot one while knocking off the other. Then, you ascended upwards to its side and killed a sentry.

And then right after said sentry was a Guttertank. These things sucked but you managed to get rid of him after a screwdriver railcannon to the torso.

Killing two more soldiers and a sentry after parkouring over some heated pipes, a Gutterman tried to kill you from behind at the last second. You broke his guard and finished him off with the rocket launcher.

Making your way to a circular platform, two more Guttertanks spawned.

"Are you screwing with me right now??" You said, as you bothered abusing the attractor sawblade launcher and yet another screwdriver railcannon shot to kill them, but not before one of their rockets hit you. Entering a building of sorts, you killed off two Mannequins and a Malicious face, with one ending up crushed by the face and granting you + MAURICED.

Right before the town, however, you noticed a terminal and you decided to check it out. However, instead of a tip of the day, it simply said:

"DO NOT TOUCH THE LANDS RULED BY THE SEVEN GODS."

benjaminfan: wtf

wjdhriww: what is this?

3929: Omg new Ultrakill update real???

NaviaLover291: Holy shot!

"...What the heck?" You quickly took a screenshot of the image for later. Then you defeated the 1000-THR Defence System after three deaths and made your way to the interior. Busting up the idols, you used the hookpoints in what you could infer as the neck area. Another terminal stood right at a checkpoint area, displaying different text too.

"THEY HAVE BECOME FERAL, LIKE THE WILD ANIMALS ROAMING ALONGSIDE THEM. THEIR RELIGION OF BELIEVING IN AN ALMIGHTY ONE, TWISTED AND CORRUPTED TO KILL ALL IMPERSONATORS."

Adm!ra1-M4son: Bro is this a spoiler for Fraud??

valeriele3: Hey this reminds me of SAGAU Impostor AU! ...That's not a good sign actually-

johnifer: sagau more like SAG ON DEEZ NUTS LOLOLOLOL GOTTEM

"Oh no Genshin better not freaking kill me after this," you jokingly said as you screenshotted this text too, wondering if this relates to any storyline purposes. Your chat once told you about SAGAU during one stream and you all had fun reading the Tumblr fanfictions about it.

Fighting the Earthmover's brain was simple enough: fire everything you owned at it. Screwdrivers, coins, cannonballs jumpstart sawblade launcher, basically literally every single heavy weapon you owned.

The final horde was a bit laggy for you, but aside from that it was more or less just abusing rocket launchers and sawblade launchers. You then finally completed the level, with an unfortunate C-rank.

"Oof," Was all you said before you went onto Reddit for a brief moment and posted your screenshot of the terminals before going to booting up Genshin.

"Okay chat let's do this!" You said as you were about to go do your daily commissions and everything was normal until you talked to an NPC.

"...You filthy impersonator! The Knights of Favonius will make sure you're properly disposed of!"

He said that before your game crashed on you with an error code simply labeled "You shall pay for your crime, impostor."

"What the heck chat??" But then your stream ended too, and before you knew it, your PC started rapidly heating up and your monitor glowing a flashbang-level white before you were ultimately engulfed by it.

0-1: INTO A NEW FIRE: COMPLETED

Taglist: @valeriele3, @bunniotomia (I think that's how tagging works? If you wish to be tagged, let me know in the comments below)

[nthspecialll]

I have seen quite a lot of folk saying they want rdo to come back to life, which honestly I understand, but as someone who has started and then... Kind of dropped it again, I can see why people are dropping it.

Red dead online is violently repetative.

There are very few quests, 24 main quests to be exact, and once they are done you pretty much only got free roam events, dailys, free roam missions and blood money missions, the two last of those being almost exactly the same. You go somewhere, you kill someone/gather something and then go back, that is pretty much all you do in any of the missions, and it gets boring fast.

I got bored already before I got my first role, but I pushed through because I thought "likely I will get more content when I got a role" and I sort of did... But not really. It is still just go somewhere, gather something, go back, and from what I have seen of other roles it is also very repetative in nature.

Dailys are also quite... Not so exciting, 'shoot the hat off 4 NPCs', 'gather 5 sage', stuff like it.

The only thing that is sort of variated is free roam events, but with the majority of them you are sort of fucked as a newbie because they are PvP.

Also a lot of the monthly events, bonuses and clothing is LEVEL LOCKED, so again, as newbie you are screwed. And yeah it gives some motivation to get better but really it just seems sort of hopeless because again, everything is so repetative.

The economy is shit, to get one simple thing you have to save forever because you just dont get a lot of gold nor common coins. Like unlocking a role is 15 gold, if you spend 30 min doing missions you get 0.48 gold, that is a long ass time to save.

Not to mention that you get shot at for anything by anyone. You are never really safe.

I think maybe it would also be more fun if the characters went with you so you werent just on your own running back and forth, but got some story

[eselkunst]

WORK IN PROGRESS: Okay so! This is a scene still in progress, but I wanted to get some help if y'all are interested.

Initially the point for me was to make something about our two cats Carol and Freddie, because ruminating on their daily demonstrations of easy love is helping me get through the shit of the world right now. Some folks we know who have cats were kind enough to also let me feature them as "extras" in the background. And the rest were just kinda npc cats I made up. During production, one of the cameo cats sadly passed away. Which has now meant that all of the guest appearance cats are posthumous memorial features(!). This was not by design, it just worked out that way. Anyway, MY POINT IS: I am making a bunch(4) more of these and will be needing extras and background cats. Some roles are set and I have specific ideas and plans for them. Others are honestly background characters I don't yet have strong feelings about, like these two in this upload: This is an early scene in the next episode and features a bellhop on break from working at the hotel across the street. He is visiting the cat who works at a scooter rental place and their flirting is interrupted by something on the little TV she is watching. That's it. It's nothing big. A second or two of screentime. And in the end, I'll just fill these kind of roles with random on-the-spot designs. However if you're willing to let me know about a cat you'd also like to remember this way send me a note and a photo or something to help with reference. I can't tell you right now how things will end up, but I do have some crowd scenes planned and there's gonna be a need for like four or five extras per remaining episode. I need to be able to cast the cats in a way that make sense to me, so you might not make it into this one, but a future episode, etc. Here is a typical design to show that it's a basic level of detail to keep the work manageable. And the cat will get a portrait for the credits sequence. You can watch the first episode to see who is listed in the credits and how. Also: As you might can tell, this is going to skew heavily political. Like, Captain-America-killing-Nazis level imagery. I personally don't think that should be remotely controversial, but if you aren't up for your cat sharing a narrative with other cats reasonably dealing with weird fascists then this isn't for you. I will say that these extras aren't going to be doing any of that stuff, these are truly background bits - I mean, unless you're into that sort of thing, then sure let me know.

[vintagerpg]

This is I11: Needle (1987), a reworked tournament module by Frank Mentzer. It features pregenerated characters named the Ghost, Blaze, Finder, Blondy, Slim and Smiley. There is at least one stealth Star Wars quote. The players need to go into a jungle to get a weird obelisk, haul the thing back, then explore the moon the obelisk teleports them too. The first part is a pretty typical hex crawl, albeit punctuated with puzzles and high strangeness. The third part is a dungeon crawl. The dungeon crawl sure is odd (it ends with a confrontation with “Tiamat” and no, I am not going to explain that further) but it is the middle part that I think is the most interesting.

The middle part is the hauling of the obelisk back to the king who wanted it found (its not an obelisk, its actually a gigantic piece of tech). This is sort of a nightmare logistical puzzle, involving lots of NPCs sailing to the obelisk, taking it down, packing it up and hauling it back. Things need to be built. Like roads. And a raft (the thing is hollow and will float). That means lumber. Which means upsetting the natives, who are bullywugs and grippli, locked in rivalry with each other. The whole thing plays out across two months of daily events, which feels like a novel sort of slog. I’d definitely enjoy playing this — there are all sorts of opportunities for things to just go entirely off the rails.

Clyde Caldwell cover art. I don’t love it, but I honestly think that is because it was recycled for the 2E Rogues Gallery, a book I loathe. The interiors are by Doug Chaffee, who I don’t know. They feel like run of the mill late-‘80s D&D illustrations.

[phightingheadcanons]

Since you mods seemed to like my last game so much, I believe an encore is in order~

The rules are the same as last time: I give you headcanons, and you assign them to characters. I’m excited to see what you lot come up with this time =)

Now. Who do you think:

Would believe every conspiracy theory they hear.

Would act all tough, but secretly like adorable things.

Would need therapy the most (you can only pick one. Choose wisely.)

Would scream like a little girl if they saw an insect.

Would third wheel on a date.

Would always quote memes, vines, etc in daily conversations.

Alrighty. Haven’t actually participated in the last ones (because I didn’t have that cognitive power beforehand) (I still don’t but I’ll try :} )

This might be a lil controversial but I’d say Medkit for his paranoia and how mindful he is. Of course, upon hearing it, he’d brush it off saying that the theory is “absurd” and “wouldn’t happen”, but it still lingers in the back of his mind. If ever something happens that might slightly support it (no matter how little), he be like “Crap, maybe they were right”.

This is a very silly hc but Ban Hammer. I just think he’d like Pochacco, no idea why.

Crap a though one. Although Medkit would be my go to, I feel as if he already has somewhat of a support system with Sword and whoever else he interacted with in Crossroads (minus the whole cult thing but whatever). Honestly, (again this might be a controversial opinion), the Inphernal who needs the most therapy (including NPCs) is Voidstar. She’s a cursed Inphernal who would’ve been (supposedly) very smart and promising with her gear as a book of sorts but was cursed and reduced to nothing but a feral dog? Dehumanized? Unable to comprehend anything? In the Inpherno equivalent of hell? If (strong emphasis on if) the curse could be reversed and she went back her normal self, that would need an unholy amount of therapy to uncover. Sorry Meds. I feel like she needs it.

Sling. Especially if one got their pastries. No more explanations.

Including NPCs again, I feel like Carnage would third wheel whatever current date Lord Pwnatious has and watch him absolutely fumble.

Boombox. He literally quotes “It’s raining tacos” in his ult. Of course he’d quote other memes in daily conversation.

[ss-shitstorm]

Sorry the next chapter of Bread is taking so long here's an excerpt

Your almost friend pulls you up the final step, pausing at the railing to allow you to get your bearings. How thoughtful. It's every bit as cheerfully chaotic up here, seats, barstools and stage all occupied by scaled-down bots in varying stages and sorts of intoxication.

Actually, the crowd in front of the stage seems more densely populated then it’s downstairs duplicate, tossing their version of currency at a pink and more pink femme scattering violet sparks as she spins suspended by only her hooked wrist and ankle.

Same shit, different stage. You swallow thickly, following Starscream into then around the crowd, wincing as a rust colored bot spins around on his barstool to loudly wolf-whistle at you two, while his buddy sloughs off onto the floor like wet play dough during his own attempt. Holograms or not, they seem to walk, talk and fuck like their living counterparts, and having a hyper-realistic crowd to practice in front of for the first time ever is giving you the heebie jeebies. Especially since they seem cognizant of your exotic-by-proxy status, prompting hushed whispers and elbow-jabs as you walk by.

“Yoooo is that an organic? Primus it’s an organic.”

“SHOW US YOUR PLUMBUS-!”

“Shut the FRAG up SmackJaw, they don’t all have those!”

“God, did you have to put so many people in here?!” you hiss, watching the minicons in the back rows leaving their seats to scoot closer up front as you join your companion on the stage.

“How else do you expect to get used to it? At least this audience won’t cause a problem.” He illustrates his point by kneeling down on the ledge, which “Smackjaw” is attempting to drunkenly climb, and proceeds to smack him directly in his jaw hard enough he falls backwards onto the floor.

Your own jaw drops in horror. Then disbelief as he stumbles back to his peds, blinks a few times, then goes back to cheering in a repetitive NPC fashion.

“Alright everyone-!“ Shouts Airplane man as he rights himself. “This is a LESSON, not a show. You can stay if you want, our little rookie here would benefit immensely from the pressure if you do-“ he gestures toward your shaking self as one would a frightened rabbit, hopefully not one held over an overpass. “-but they’re NOT exposing their plumbus.”

That’s enough of a deterrent for some, but not all. Smackjaw and a few others stay rooted in place while their peers shuffle to the bar or the back, where someone had unleashed a multicolored glowing beach ball to toss around.

“I can spawn a few more helium lob-balls for them, if you’d like.” Offers your teacher, who’s now leaning against the frontmost pole with his arms crossed.

“I-“ Deep breathes. Deep, deep breathes, until you hyperventilate and pass out. You exhale shakily, biting your trembling lip. “-no that’s….that’s okay.”

“You do realize how low the stakes are, don’t you?” he raises an optical ridge. “You concoct more deadly things in your lab on a daily basis and make a hobby of trying to die. Where exactly do you get off being petrified by a bunch of programs?”

He's right and you know it. But tell that to the part of your brain responsible for social anxiety, public speaking and removing clothing in public anywhere other than in front of Garbage man’s garbage gaze. “I don’t. But it’s…it’s different, okay?!”

“I know it is. Appealing to logic works for some bot’s jitters, but not others. I suppose you fall into the “others” category.” He steps off the pole, over to you and kneels down, much to your confusion. “Sit down for a moment, would you?”

You do as told, sliding into a shaky mess on the floor. “Why?”

“Because I’m giving you a medicinal solution to your jitters.” He says, opening his servo to reveal half of a Valium tablet.

Oh boy. Dr. Feelgood at it again. “That’s gonna take too long to start working.”

“If your INTAKE in the orifice you cram it into, then yes. But I’ve done my research of this substance and its bio-availability to your species. There’s other ways that, while reducing the efficacy a bit, will send it speedrunning into your system.”

You choke on nothing. “I’m…I’m not putting it in my ass.”

“Vector-sigma no! No. Why is it always feces and fecal accessories with you?!” he retches.” That’s not what I’m suggesting.”

“Then what are you suggesting?”

He answers by abruptly closing his servo around the tablet, opening it once more to reveal he’d crushed it to powder. He then procures a thin metal tube like the one you’d seen Knockout use, and offers it to you.

“Insufflate it into your olfactory organ. It should hit in five kliks tops, peak in a quarter of a groon. If you come down while we’re still working, I can give you the other half.”

Understandably, you’ve got reservations. Reservations that are reviewed and disregarded in a manner of moments, because you can’t be wasting anymore time on this. You’re learning to pole dance in a cat costume from a sentient Airplane to save a rabbit from a perverted meth kingpin mayor you now sell alien chocolate narcotics to, and none of those things should have ever come together to make a sentence. If snorting sedatives out of Airplane man’s cupped servos is going to get you done with this thing and back to your other, equally stupid jobs faster, then you’d be even stupider to not do it.

“Okay-“ you say, tube already in your hand as you push the tip into your nostril, close the other one, and proceed to clean the powder out of his hands.

You’d expected it to burn, probably due to the stabilizers to keep it in pill form. You hadn’t expected it to punch you in the back of your mouth through your nose, making your eyes water as it congeals, oozes, then drips down the back of your throat, where it also burns. You take the tube out, groaning, sniveling and clutching your head as you try to get to your feet, only to be firmly held in place.

“Not yet.” He takes the tube, roping his massive arm around both your shoulders like a lead blanket. “Stay put till it kicks in, then several moments after. Once you’re certain the room isn’t going to start spinning, or once it’s stopped, then I’ll help you up.”

You don’t try to argue, waiting impatiently for the familiar, dreamy, I-never-had-any-fucks-to-begin-with- feeling to come creeping up. Or flying-jump-kick you in the dick.

It seems to be a combination of the two; a lucid apathy setting in the precise moment you open your mouth to ask “how long-?” Only to have a “Wow…okay, yeah…wow.” flop out instead as the sensation surges, nearly knocking your seated ass backwards. Your limbs aren’t limp marionette strings this time, but the muscles in your back relax enough your torso struggles to keep you upright.

Fortunately, your lead blanket has equally few qualms about becoming a backrest. He shifts his weight, bracing the arm not slung around you to hold himself upright so you can lean into his chassis.

You wonder how long he’ll bother to stay like this until he gets bored, impatient, or decides you’re gross again and shoves you out of his lap. You wonder what exactly it’ll mean if he doesn’t do any of those things and stays put. You also wonder when exactly the last time you’d felt this at ease with someone, drugs and death machine nonwithstanding. Because despite everything, you’re experiencing a brief, Bodhisattva level of peace.

“I…uh….yeah..s'good.” you begin so very sagely. “I think I’m…ready.” you flit your (only slightly) blurred vision to your backrest’s face. “Thanks for waiting.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He doesn’t move you, but retracts one of his arms, rolling his neck with a wince. “Not that your minuscule frame could cause any damage, but I’ll need you to return the favor. Sitting here has given me a bit of a crick.”

Blinking not entirely in sync, you crane your head back a bit further than it should go to see him reaching his free arm and servo into his subspace, emerging with a container of dusky blue powder.

“That’s…” you pause, tongue unpleasantly thick and dry against the roof of your mouth. “…that’s not Valium, is it?”

“I’ll consider that a rhetorical query.” He says, sparing you the associated look he’d give if he didn’t. “It’s nucleon nail in freebase form. A bit of a pain to evaporate and salt out of the injector, but far easier to dose out in this manner. Especially if you’re not planning on being unconscious.”

Like your long-suffering, still-recovering B1ll. The same thread of concern unraveled for your assistant tangles for your current companion, though knit with strands of incredulousness. “You’re sedating yourself?” you ask, lolling into the crevice of his side and elbow as his massive-by-comparison form shifts around you to bring the container in front of both your faces. “You’re the teacher and you’re sedating yourself?”

“Firstly, I’m relaxing myself.” He gives the container several firm shakes before popping the lid open. “I’m taking half of a recreational dose, and less than 1/4th of a therapeutic one. Secondly, it’s not just for relaxing. It’s for pain management. One doesn’t live through a war that spans planetary life cycles without incurring multiple injuries, not all of which heal properly or stay healed. Grind-dancing is likely to aggravate at least some of the scars I’ve brought back from the battlefield. He pauses, loosing a bitter growl under his breath. “Or those acquired closer to home.”

He's referring to the maulings your Mastiff dolls out. Both ones you’d failed to prevent, and ones that occurred before your planet hosted sentient life. Your heart tries to plummet, the diazepam slowing it’s fall to a gradual tumble. “I…okay yeah. Sorry.” You blurt out sheepishly. “I’ll raise my hand before I ask another stupid question.”

“Yes, well I’m not sending you to detention quite yet.” He plucks the metal tube still held loosely in your hand, before turning it palm-up towards the ceiling, cupping it in his servo. “Ready to reciprocate?”

You’ve less than zero issues doing that, but the sheer insanity of the situation still gives you pause. Snorting sedatives and alien pain relievers with an alien in a holographic representation of an alien strip club may well be the most ludicrous thing you’ve had happen to you to date, and considering the batshit ordeals you’ve been through and continue to go through in order to protect, serve, and serve your captors fecal-based-hydrocarbons, that’s fucking saying something.

This doesn’t feel like an ordeal anymore, though. In fact, it feels like the exact opposite. It feels special, intimate. The way two beings that genuinely find relief in each other’s presence feel on an excursion planned for exclusively the two of them.

It feels fun.

“Sure.” You hold both hands beneath the container in wait. “I’m guessing the uh…mass displacement doesn’t affect the dosage?”

“Not if I don’t revert to my full height till after it’s been metabolized.” He uses the tube to scrape a dime-sized amount of out the capsule and into your palms. ” Before then, it’ll be reduced to 1/10th of it’s efficacy and I’d get more pain relief from being bludgeoned in the back of the helm.”

There’s probably some fascinating physics behind that. Physics you’re not going to dissect because it falls squarely outside of your jurisdiction of mad chemist and alien cocaine mirror. Instead you stare transfixed, watching the twinkling powder, cool and oddly ticklish to the touch collect in your palms till he closes the lid.

“You really don’t have any reservations about touching organics, do you?” you ask while he cranes his head and neck forward over your shoulders, bringing the tube to his face with one servo, and raising your cradled hands with another.

He grants you a sidelong glance over your own shoulder, lambent Japanese carmine optics narrowing in amusement.

“You’ve already been in my cockpit, haven’t you?” he asks with a grin that makes your lungs stop working. “Were you acutely toxic, I would’ve been poisoned well before now. But honestly-“

He pauses, lowering his helm, shuttering his optics, and vacuuming the powder into his nostril with a soft grunt that sounds the way satin feels. “-you’ve proven to be more of an antidote, haven’t you?”

He lowers the tube and your hands, sniffling incessantly and turning wide, owlishly blinking optics toward the ceiling. At a loss for words, you don’t comment further. Somewhat because that last line was capable of scooping up someone 3 tiers out of your league at any club, alien or no. But mostly because the expression he makes, clutching the side of his face, optics half-shuttered and biting softly into the plush of his metal lips, grants the realization that out-of-your-league someone owns the lap you’re currently sitting in.

Starscream is attractive. You’ve witnessed literally everyone on the ship looking for too long when he walks away, bends over, or puts the "Airplane” in Airplane man and takes off into the stratosphere. And like many ‘isms blessed with their race’s beauty standards by default, he’s also prideful. You doubt he wants anyone beyond the CMO to know he has injuries or pain he’s forced to medicate for. That you do know paints the picture you’ve just witnessed something fairly vulnerable. A vulnerability he’d not only allowed you to see, but trusted you to participate in. Since he trusts everyone in his faction about as well as you do(which, beyond Soundwave and Lazerbeak, is no one), your mutual lack thereof functions a bit like an olive branch.

This whole setup is an olive branch, actually. He’d not only not asked why, but nearly jumped at the opportunity to give you lessons, then dosed out anxiety medication he keeps on hand for you specifically, and was comfortable enough to eat nose candy out of your hands without a second thought. Comfortable enough to leave you lounging against his chassis with his arm slung over your shoulder. To absentmindedly thread his talons through the strands of hair that falls at the nape of your neck. To guide you to the epiphany that, while your attempts to expose the fleshie-fragger your guardians had spoken of hadn’t yielded fruit, they had unintentionally narrowed your search down to a razor-thin line.

A line so thin, perhaps, it could only be traversed by stilettos. Like the ones attached to the disgustingly handsome SIC languidly rolling himself out from under you, getting to his feet, and offering his servo to help you do the same.

"Oh god, it might be Starscream." You think, dawning horror and trepidation freezing in your veins like ice as you take his offered servo and allow yourself to be pulled upright.

“Oh god-” you think again, horror and trepidation thawing to exhilaration as he leads you to the pole, servo squeezing your hand not enough to cause discomfort, but too tightly to ignore. ”-it might be Starscream.”

[nobody-nexus]

Dance Rush: NPCs!

Ever wonder who's behind the scenes of Dance Rush? Well, it's the NPCs of course! Specifically, Agents and the main network system... Bubble!

B.u.b.b.l.e. is the main AI that basically handles about 80% of the game. He's the first face you see, and we hope you like him- because he keeps showing up

Next up are the agents! What are agents? Well, they're more or less the management behind the idols! They handle everything from paperwork to events to collabs- to even the daily schedule OF their idol! They're extremely sentient, but at the same time a bit limited

One thing to note is any sort of accent color. These said accent colors help indicate which agent is behind who. Of course, this is a little pointless considering some of the coloring matches the colors of the rest of the body unlike others

Most of the agents are bigger then the idols themselves! Some tower over most of the idols, but can somehow move throughout the back of the stages with ease, probably due to how big the backstage actually is

Moon is the one at the top of the food chain aside from Caine. She has admin powers, but it always comes with a price

If an idol abstracts, their agent.... dissipates. And their code is reused for something else

[milkzoro]

zoro doesn’t know how to show emotion & he’s pretty mean to you without even realizing :(

๑๑๑ (gn!reader x roronoa zoro) ๑๑๑

- you loved being around him ever since joining the crew, he seemed so stable and you craved it.

- you always offered to join him with his daily routines. gathering dinner supplies, ship chores, sometimes even training.

- it was never a solid ‘yes’ answer but took it as an invitation anyways.

- it seemed like you talked your ass off whenever you were with him and it made you insecure.

- you wished he would give you something, say anything. something other than npc responses.

- but being around him made you so happy,,, even if it sometimes resulted with you thinking too much about your past interactions.

- ‘i wish he would voice his mind.’ or ‘maybe i’m annoying him.’

- zoro seemed as if he couldn’t care less when it came to you but you never learn.

- coming up to him on a regular day seemed like the best option, everyone was at peace just spending time by on their own.

- zoro was napping in the warm summer sun, his golden skin so radiant… sighhhh

- a weird feeling brewed in your stomach as you mustered up the courage to wake him.

- “zorooo.” you softly rubbed his arm, from his bicep to his forearm.

- he groaned. “…can’t you see i’m busy y/n…”

- that weird feeling you had was validated.. he couldn’t see your face, he was rolled over on his side as he laid still, but your eyes were glistening.

- how could such simple words effect you.

- he was clearly sleeping, why even try? you walked away without another word, warm tears started to fall.

- zoro didn’t wake, or even notice what had happened. but robin witnessed it all. she’s been taking notes on how you’ve been acting these past few weeks.

- she didn’t wake him up, but waited til he had risen on his own.

- “swordsman? don’t you realize how you’ve been talking to y/n? it seems like they admire you, or maybe your presence. despite you’re petulant actions towards them.”

- zoro was confused at the mention of your name, he thought everything was fine.

- “i think they’re hurt.”

- he didn’t know what the issue was but he eventually made his way to your door. ‘hurt?? wdym they’re hurt?’

- he knocked twice before entering. “hey, robin said you were hurt. everything okay?” he felt something was off, he’s not used to seeing you like this.

- “m fine zoro, you can go back to sleep.” you were in your bed while you fiddled with your fingers, picking at your rough cuticles.

- he was even more confused now. he thought you liked to be around him and now your pushing him away?

- he had to think of the right words to say, he was not familiar with this feeling.

- zoro entered deeper in your room, letting himself in. “just wanna make sure-“

- “yeah.” the air was dense in your room. “you can leave now.”

- he absolutely did not like this. your short words were harsh. ohhhhh.

- he finally understood what robin had meant. he never realized it before but now that you’re away if feels as if somethings missing. robin knew it would play out this way if he never showed you any reciprocated efforts.

-zoro didn’t leave, he kept a soft gaze on you. he didn’t speak either.

- you didn’t want to say anything either but that’s the just type of person you were. always needing to voice your thoughts.

- it was hard but the words just spilled from your mouth. “i just wish i knew how you felt, what’s going on in the thick head of yours.” you felt more tears start to fall.

- “it’s like you’re numb to all sorts of feeling, to me you seem so put together and secure, i love being with you but i can’t seem to learn.”

- “it shouldn’t even matter cuz your just my crewmate but it really does hurt me.” … “i feel like we’re similar in a lot of ways but i’m relizing now that i should just back off.”

- your words stung. ‘just a crewmate?’ he knew he would lose any sort of connection he had with you if he didn’t act now.

- you being around made him happy, he would miss you.. if you weren’t there to accompany him with his stuff, who would? he’s relizing that he is killing off his relationships. he needed you but he didn’t know how to say it.

- “wait no.” he stated.

- your brow was raised ushering him to keep talking.

- he avoided eye contact trying to come up with the proper words, he could see how he’s made you feel. his face burned hot, he was mad at himself.

- “yn.. i’m so sorry.. i- i want you to keep bothering me…”

- …

- “i’m realizing now what i’m doing to you, it’s not fair. i know i’m not the best with expressing my emotions but please let me try to be better.”

- you were stunned, he came to you. and this time it was him showing you some sort of feeling. your mouth fell seeing him try.

- “y/n, i know i never say this but i really, really appreciate you. you always coming to me with things, even if it’s the smallest thing ever. i’m taking it for granted. i know it’s gonna take time but please be patient with me, i want to prove myself. i need you.”

- his sudden confession sent spears through your heart. ‘was he lying?’

- “i- i don’t know what to say zoro. i think i need space.” you didn’t want to but feeling like this pained your soul, you cared for him so much and if you got hurt by him again, you wouldn’t know what to do. it’s not like you could just ignore him, you lived together.

- “please.” he took your hands in his, he thought maybe he could show you how he felt. touch was his love language.

- after talking with robin, she explained to him that maybe your love language was words of affirmation, or quality time.

- of course he didn’t know what that meant so he had to do some research.

- words of affirmation,,,, he was gonna have to work on that, but he would do anything to keep you coming around.

- quality time he also enjoyed, but he needed to incorporate some positive energy towards you to make it even worth trying. he has a lot of work ahead of him.

- but he really needed you. you made him feel stable.

- how can he fix this.

๑๑๑

i luv zoro with all my heart <\3

(maybee pt. 2?? i wanna make this a fucking fic 🙈)

[subwaytostardew]

▽ Subway to Stardew - Adoptable Joltik ⚡️

This would play after Emmet's 8 heart event and getting Joltik up to 8 hearts as well.

I released a separate mod specifically for adopting Joltik, so you only need to get them up to 8 hearts to adopt them! You can do it right now!

Adoptable Joltik Mod Link: https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/21002

And of course... Commentary under the read-more.

Joltik's adoption event sat in the drafts for quite a while. It took me whole a day to implement and I didn't let myself sleep until I finished everything. (It's 1 PM now...)

The event ended up wildly different because of how extra custom pets are implemented. You would think that they would be added in the same way as you get your cat/dog that you select during character creation. No. You have to buy a license. Only Marnie is authorized to sell them.

Here's the original script for Joltik's adoption event:

[Joltik Adoption Event]

Emmet: @! Joltik likes you verrrrry much. They want to stay with you. I'm letting you adopt them. Yup. I filled out all the paperwork. The Joltiks are legally documented now. 

I never gave ours a name... Galvantula wouldn't let me. She is verrrry picky about it. But that's okay. Joltik is yours. You should name them. She came along for approval. So. What name should I put on the adoption form?

[Name input box like Marnie's adoption thing...]

[Galvantula pauses for a moment to think and then offhandedly agrees.]

Emmet: Galvantula didn't shock me for that. That name is okay. Yup. I will file that with the Ferngill Republic. Don't worry about it. Make sure you take verrrry good care of our little Joltik!

[Joltik jumps and heart emotes]

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The whole naming portion was a source of much more frustration than it should have been. In events, the name input box is brought up by the "catQuestion" command (which applies to dogs chosen at the start, too...

If you refuse, then Marnie also shows up no matter what you do. Farmhouse positions are also tricky and made even harder to find reference for after 1.6 added the farmhouse being moveable. Joltik kept spawning where Emmet was supposed to be so I had to use a move command just to get them to spawn one tile to the side. Galvantula was fine. I didn't get to updating her vanilla portraits yet so she's staying quiet.

The catQuestion command also only adds the pet you pick during character creation. There's no fields to target the usage. You have to buy a license. It's the only way to get another pet. I didn't want Joltik to replace a cat either since in-story you would have to earn the trust of both Emmet and Galvantula... There's no way you can do that by the first 25 days of spring. It's immersion breaking and you lose a cat.

I did find the license aspect funny though. It was oddly fitting for the mod's lore of Pokemon being pretty much banned from the region. Emmet is a threat to Stardew Valley's ecosystem. Not the best guy for the task of combating anti-Pokemon xenophobia.

Pet sizes are apparently hardcoded so I had to make a new spritesheet for Joltik as if they even need a 32 x 32 pixel area per frame. I did end up making new sprites for them while I was at it. I tried to base it off of the cat's behaviors so I have less animation fields to edit (I was tired). The cat loafs a lot. Trying to convey that in a tiny spider posed quite the challenge.

After everything was done, I figured that the whole adoption portion of the mod could easilly be taken apart to be its own mod as a demo of sorts for the expansion. So I went and made a content pack to post.

Bringing up your starter pet's friendship level takes quite some time, so it would be awkward if I let the event play with no preconditions. Because of that, I ended up including Joltik as an NPC and locking their adoption behind their heart level.

We actually only had two lines per day of the week (not including season) for daily dialogue. That shot up to six lines per day of the week for a full 0-2-4-6-8-10 in spring because I was determined to publish a mod. (I've been modding for nearly a year nonstop and I don't have anything playable... humiliating...)

Anyways! I hope you're all having fun with 1.6! It certainly brought new challenges and opportunities to the modding scene!

▷ Station Steward Thylak

[ainyan]

A Little Companion (A Kalicred Short)

Title: A Little Companion AU: Woven Souls OC: Kal'istae Miurani NPC: Thancred Waters Timeline: Post-Endwalker, shortly before patch 6.2 Synopsis: Waiting for Kal'istae to return from whatever adventure G'raha Tia had taken her on, Thancred finds himself at loose ends. While sorting through the supplies in his wife's craft room, he takes it upon himself to finish a project he'd been waiting years for. Inspired by this amazing artwork by @lemon-plort

Thancred was at loose ends, and he didn’t much like the feeling. Normally he’d be in Garlemald right now, sticking to the shadows and helping clear out some of the bandits that had begun infesting the place after the fall of the capital, but he’d told Kal’istae he’d remain available. She’d had something she was looking into with G’raha Tia, but once she was done, she intended to take him back to the First.

Back to their daughter.

And wasn’t that still a kick in the ass. He had a daughter. Not an adopted daughter, like Minfilia, like Ryne, but his daughter, born of him and his beloved Kal’istae.

His fingers flexed as he remembered the weight of her in his hands - so tiny, so delicate, so absolutely perfect. She’d looked up at him with eyes already a misty gold, the tiny horn nubs jutting from her temples, the stubby tail swishing against his hands, and she’d wailed her anger at being thrust into the cold world.

He’d held her as they’d stabilized Kal’istae, as they’d cleaned her up, as they’d taken care of all that happened after the miracle. Ryne had come, wrapped her in a blanket, and Gaia had steered him to a chair, gently pressed him down. He’d barely been cognizant of any of it, every ounce of his being focused on that tiny, angry angel in his hands. Later, he’d crept back into the room as Kal’istae and their daughter slept. He’d peered down into the cradle where his daughter - sweet Minyda, named for Minfilia, for Moenbryda - slept, tiny lips pursed and suckling as she dreamed. “Thancred.” Kal’istae’s soft voice, little more than a whisper, had drawn him to her side; nothing but his wife could have torn him away from that sleeping miracle. She’d smiled sleepily up at him. “Look at you. My big, strong husband, so befuddled by a tiny baby.” He’d felt the tips of his ears grow red. “Kali.” Her laugh had been soft and gentle, teasing rather than mocking. “Come here,” she’d coaxed, reaching for him. “There’s enough room in here for both of us.” “I don’t want to hurt you…” She’d tugged again, harder, and he stumbled forward. “I’ll be fine, love, once I’m in your arms.” How was he supposed to resist her? Skirting around to the other side of the bed, he’d climbed in and slid his arms around her, holding her tight. Wrapped around his love, her heartbeat and his mingling in his breast, he’d slept, contentedly exhausted.

Now Kal’istae was absent again, and Minyda back on the First, in the care of her older sisters. He’d wanted to bring her home, but his wife had flat-out refused. “I’d rather leave her with Ryne and Gaia and Lyna than risk her here. They can protect her. Who here could give such a guarantee?”

He couldn’t argue. On the First, no one would dare disturb them. Back on the Source? It was a daily chore to fend off the requests for help - and inevitable that one would come they could not refuse. And who would they trust to protect their daughter - the daughter of the Warrior of Light - against those who might seek to strike against her mother?

But now he was at loose ends. He daren’t head to Garlemald lest he get tangled up in something and not be free for when Kal’istae returned. And though she’d invited him along, he felt Raha had deserved some of her time - especially since he had no idea why she’d been absent for so long.

So here he was in the house they shared, unfettered. Free. Bored.

Aimless, he wandered from room to room, searching for anything to do. He thought to clean, but the house was in fine shape. He thought to read, but found himself too restless to focus on the words. Perhaps a spot of exercise?

He wandered past Kal’istae’s work room, then paused and backtracked, peering in. Rolls of cloth, skeins of thread, yalms and yalms of beads and gems were scattered casually about the small space; the Warrior may keep the rest of the house clean, but her own personal office was always just shy of a disaster zone. She claimed she knew where everything was, and he saw no reason to disbelieve her…

But he had no idea how she could work in there.

Still, he wandered in, catching the scent of her as he crossed the threshold. Lavender and starflowers and just a hint of sage; the scent of his wife’s hair, her skin, her soul. He inhaled deeply as he drifted in a wide circle, studying the stacked shelves, the overflowing tables.

A bolt of cloth caught his eye; indigo plush wool. Frowning thoughtfully, he stole closer and fingered it. Nearby, he could see purple silks, gold chains, dripping crystals. There was silver thread and a box of glass eyes, two of which he noted had lavender rings.

Had she been preparing to finally fulfill his wish?

He ran his eyes over the worktable and caught sight of some half-hidden papers. Pulling them free, he opened them up, spreading them out across the laden table. As he thought, it was the pieces of a pattern, a pattern for a particular plush doll. He could recognize his wife’s work anywhere, and realized, with a lifting of his spirits, that she had indeed drawn up plans for a Kali doll, just as he’d been asking her to for years.

But when would she have time to finish it?

He studied the plans, noting how neatly she’d written all of the measurements. Using this pattern and the attached itemization, he realized he could probably make the plush. It wouldn’t be as professional as the ones Kali made - but it felt… right… that he should be the one to make the plush of her, just as she’d made the plush of him that was currently sitting on their bed.

But there was no way he could work in this chaos. With a quiet apology to his wife that he had no doubt she heard across their shared soulbond, he set to cleaning up her office.

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Once everything was straightened and put away, Thancred selected the materials he needed and set them upon the now-empty worktable. First, a proper length of indigo plush, soft and elastic and strong - just like the woman who had purchased it. He thought of all of the times he’d sat here, watching her work.

First, he used a tracing wheel to carefully outline each of the pattern pieces, pricking tiny holes into the thin, crackling paper. Not every piece, yet - the horns, the tail, the scales, all of these would be done in an obsidian-shaded suede, and that he would save until later - but the body, the head, these would be done in that rich indigo plush.

Once he had traced the patterns with the tracing wheel, he laid them upon the plush, then went over them with a bag of loose chalk, gently tapping it along the pricked lines. This would, he knew, outline the pattern upon the cloth, making it easier for him to cut and stitch it. He could have, of course, used the pattern directly, but he didn’t want to waste his wife’s hard work - and if he messed up, she would be able to fix it.

Once the pieces were traced and cut out, he arrayed them on the workbench. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the countless nights he’d sat in here, perched upon the chair she’d placed for him, reading a book, studying reports, and simply basking in the calm and quiet of being together with Kal’istae. He focused upon those memories of her hands, remembering the steps she’d taken, the moves she’d made.

His own hands began to move, cutting, basting, stitching. Slowly, the doll began to come to life beneath his clever fingers, a plump mannequin of indigo plush, obsidian suede, and silver thread. The hardest part, he found, was stitching the star-like freckles that covered his lover’s body. He knew exactly where each one was; the gods knew he’d spent enough time tracing constellations among them to be able to map them true to life.

But stitching stars in silver thread was harder than he’d expected, and by the time he was done, his fingers ached from the tiny pinpricks he’d endured from the needle. But she was sewn up tight, all but the hole through which he’d feed the stuffing. He took hold of the fluffy cotton batting Kal’istae used on her specialty plushes and began to feed it into the dall, watching it plump up. Kali’s tiny hand could easily fit inside, allowing her to place the cotton precisely; Thancred had to depend on a rod with a comb-like head to do the job.

Soon, he had himself a plump - and naked - doll. Turning it over in his hands, he studied the glitter of the stitched silver stars, the lay of the suede scales, the midnight-blue hair he’d painstakingly threaded into the doll’s head, then braided together. Sure, the stitches were somewhat crooked and there were a few places where the seams didn’t quite match up - but it wouldn’t look terribly out of place among Kal’istae’s more professional creations.

At least, he didn’t think so.

All that was left was to find clothes for it. He couldn’t hope to mimic any of Kal’istae’s intricate outfits; silk and leather and lace, all draping and flowing and elegant. In the end, he took some lavender cotton cloth, some denim, and an applique star and made a simplistic approximation of one of her casual outfits. He dressed her, then set her upon the bench to give her one last examination.

And cursed. One of her eyes was missing.

He searched the bench, scooping up piles of scraps and remnants to see if perhaps it had rolled under them. He got down on his hands and knees, crawling upon the floor to see if he could catch a glint of it. Coming up empty handed, he instead dove into the eye box to find another eye with a lavender limbal ring.

And there were none to be found.

Maybe he could make her an eyepatch, like the cloth he wore once upon a time? But she had never, to his knowledge, worn one.

Damn it! Where was that eye?

In the end, he dithered over which eye could replace it - though none of them had the signature lavender limbal ring that Kal’istae sported. He almost chose a plain blue eye when a box of buttons caught his eye.

Maybe…

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“Thancred.” Despite the exhaustion he could feel from her, Kal’istae’s voice was laced with laughter. “I know you’re eager, but I just want to bathe and change and eat something right now. Let me get some of my energy back before you start trying to trip me into bed.”

His hands were everywhere, and her clothing didn’t stand a chance. By the time he’d backed her into their bedroom, her gear was littering the floor, and his own had mostly followed. “It doesn’t have to be bed. We’ve proven over and over that the bath is more than big enough for the both of us.”

Her tired laughter rang again and she squirmed out of his grasp, grabbing at the post of the bed to spin herself out of his reach. “You may join me,” she allowed, “but I want to get clean before you go to the trouble of getting me all dirty again.”

He reached for her eagerly, then skittered to a halt when she suddenly gasped. “What? What is it! Are you hurt, Kali?”

Her lavender-edged eyes were round as she skirted around the side of the bed and reached out, picking up the plush he’d laid on his pillow. “Where did you get this?” she demanded. “Thancred, I told you I’d make one eventually…”

“I made it,” he said quietly, and stopped her cold.

Blinking, the plush in her hands, she peered up at him. “You? You made it?”

Scowling, he tried to shove his hands in his pockets, only to remember that his pants, like the rest of his clothing, were strewn across the living room. “Yes. I saw the plans in your office and I thought maybe, since you’d written them out so well, I could do it for you. As a… surprise. After all,” he quipped weakly, trying to recover the mood, “why should both of us be lonely?”

Lips shut tight, Kal’istae turned her attention to the plush in her hands, turning it over and over, studying it carefully. “You did an amazing job,” she said finally, and he could feel nothing but surprised pleasure from her no matter how deep he delved into her heart. “Thancred, I’m genuinely impressed. You never expressed any interest in learning a craft before this.”

“Only that once,” he told her. “My fingertips still ache.”

Kal’istae smiled at him over the top of the doll’s head, then reached out and rubbed her finger over the button eye he’d sewn on. “I thought I had two lavender eyes.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “You… did.”

“Ah.” Gently, she laid it upon the bed, then tugged her Thancred plush over until they were cuddled together. “Come here, my love,” she murmured, holding her arms out to him. Nothing loath, he reached for her, drawing her into his embrace, and walked her backwards towards the bath. She allowed him to lift her up and set her gently in the water, then reached out to him again as he sank in beside her. “I missed you, my own,” she murmured.

“And I you, Bright Eyes,” he replied, bending his head to kiss her.

On the bed, the plushies embraced, oblivious to the goings on in the bath, together.

[random-npc-ideas]

This blog is rigged to post almost-daily random NPC ideas.

The NPC sorting tags will include: #sci-fi npc / #sci-fi #fantasy npc / #fantasy #modern npc #generic npc <- For NPCs that do not fit into any of the categories above or all of them without specification.

You can call the person behind the blog RNPCI, or RC2.

You can submit your own character ideas, the general guidelines being:

-> This blog is for NPCs, characters that are in no way the main protagonist or too important to a hypothetical story. Said NPCs can be involved in "side quests" and minor story arcs, but must not interfere with said hypothetical main story. -> Refrain from naming the NPCs, unless the name is a part of some joke/the NPC's concept via nominative determinism/reference. -> Don't submit several NPCs at once, unless they are a part of the same group of NPCs which will be somewhat inseparable from each other, like a gang of bandits with some gimmick among them or just a group of close friends. -> The main focus for the blog are non-combatant NPCs, meaning they usually won't be considered active enemies or monsters to be slain by the hypothetical protagonists.

[modcroissant]

Small bio on Rainbow Crystal Cookie

He's an NPC, sorry for those wanting him to be sort of playable.

You can visit the Costumes Shop to purchase a costume, log in daily for 10 days and you'll get a free costume of your choice! No matter if the costume is legendary or special, your pal Rainbow Crystal Cookie got you covered.

[musubiki]

So obviously team limochi but, do you have any au stuff about if mochi actually Did choose to marry sullivan? Like have you ever entertained the idea privately just for fun ?

sort of!! honestly, at least to me, its one of those things thats like...its nice having sulluvan there so we can see lime Jealous(tm) and hes a GREAT independent/NPC character, but i dont think they would work that well as a couple (at least not as well as mochi and lime do) for a couple reasons

its probably just the way the story is designed at this point, but im a big fan of "give the couple lots and lots of time together to develop a friendship/relationship," which is hard to do with sulluvan and mochi because hes constantly busy with other shit in his undertaker/spirit realm and shes always doing her witch thing....,,i would prefer it if he was more closely linked to the guild, but by his nature he cant really pick favorites business-wise, so his appearances are somewhat sparse and only show up once every few weeks to bug her for a date/debt repayment.,..my kind of ship is the one where they see each other daily..,i would need to reinvent a whole adventure/story where they would be near-constantly interacting to see how it would actually be...

(as a side note i HATE the trope thats like... couple spends like 2 seconds together on screen and then married next time you see them..like give us some fucking DEVELOPMENT please)

[greyias]

Since I'm currently stuck in Sandrock Hell, figured I'll just start doing some pic spams and regaling you with the tales of how I've broken the game. Approaching end game, and my little builder Aria, who has been a hopeless flirt (inadvertently breaking hearts left and right because she thought flirting with certain NPCs was really funny), has finally met her match.

What's funny is, this romance sort of started as a joke because I kept accidentally clicking on the bounty hunter poster every time I was attempting to go into the Commerce Guild, and @grumpyhedgehog kept saying that Aria was lusting over it each morning to psych herself up before having to face Yan to grab her daily commissions.

Then Logan went and robbed a train and apparently that sealed the deal that they were meant to be because of my long history of romancing train menacing npcs

Anyway he also tried to... *looks at smudged writing on hand* blow her up why does this keep happening to my blondies and they had a knife fight or two. She punched him so hard at one point his mask fell off.

Anyway they're married now.

[boowasphone]

Hello phighting tag!!! If you saw there is two qna videos for phighting which includes some lore, now those videos combined are about 4 hours but my friend @hexyn went through the videos and compiled some of the most interesting bits of information

Everything will be under the cut

EVERYTHING THAT IS SAID IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE/POSSIBLY MISHEARD

- boss battle plans, everyone teamed up to defeat one big guy (probably ????? kind of????? already done considering the sfoth rounds)

- gacha system with zuka hosting a item store to buy crates for skins

- being able to buy stickers from zuka's store

- "storymode really roughly outlined/planned" said by soda and will pay their attention towards singleplayer storymode after they're done with multiplayer

- plans on adding chat titles next to your name

- dom and valk were apparently born into fame by their parents being very popular and them carrying their career

- allusions has a phighting map in their game

- more accesory npcs besides dom and valk coming soon

- rocket canonically being adopted by zuka

- valk and dom apparently sees the phighters as nothing but a faster way to make money and nothing else said by soda

- hyperlaser apparently has a mask under his helmet, not specified which one tho but its probably a joke answer

- in future updates, the skins will go away and would soon be added in zuka's shop

- possibly being able to visit other areas around the map (thieves den, playground, lost temple and blackrock)

- minigames getting added in crossroads such as fishing, etc

- apparently said by soda, blackrock are the heavily demonized people in the lore so far by her and the devs, "purposefully starting shit to piss others off"

- none of them can't eat spicy food besides hyperlaser

- crossroads, thieves den, playground, lost temple, blackrock etc all live in one big giant land and are separated by regions around the areas

- apparently the Inphinity is/or has an extremely large sentient entity outside of the phighting universe

- with the subspace and medkit situation, medkit wanted to help people with the crystals while subspace wants to cause chaos, the crystals in between their horns are from their own expirements, they both use the alternative energy source to wield their weapons

- all of the regions canonically hate eachother and all have different motives

- skins in game are described as non-canon alternate universes, just a excuse for skins and some in the future may be canon

- subspace was assigned to make biograft by blackrock's leader

- darkheart is (sort of) friends with venomshank, similar to the way you'd wave to someone you know across the street

- broker will give you daily challenges, and when completed he will tell you a bit of lore

- sfoth swords (excluding sword) are like deities in the inphinity

- banhammer was originally going to be a part of Blackrock, with many of the Blackrock figures knowing him; however, this was changed, and now he is factionless

- broker has been arrested for murder, manslaughter, and gear laundering (although no one said that he did the recent murders in crossroads, ofc still very bad and deserves to be imprisoned)

- The faction leaders will be playable characters, and the four will each be based off of overseer, darkage, korblox, and redfield/redcliff

- biografts do NOT wipe

- medkit found sword injured and nursed him back to health; the two eventually became friends as a result (this will probably be expanded on in the future)

- rocket can't swim and is in first place of playable characters that would most likely swear the most. The 2nd is subspace, and that's it. Note that rocket apparently gets it from zuka

- biograft does not truly hate everyone; they are simply a killing machine who shows no mercy to their enemies

- banhammer isn't blind, he just thinks he's so powerful he intentionally nerfs himself by blinding himself (he thinks it's funny)

- hyperlaser's face has never been revealed due to the idea him being a very mysterious character; they may reveal it in the far future, though it would ruin the mysteriousness

- soda plans to make ugc for Phighting (not lore related though notable to add)

- there are multiple biograft models such as zeta, epsilon, and beta (zeta is the orange one)

- regions may have genetics:

blackrock will have demons with fangs

lost temple will have big dudes (with "something with their eyes?" this was not expanded on)

thieves den will have markings on their body

they don't know what playground would be just "very very silly"

- phighters are created from a big fountain called "The Spawn"; the spawn pops out new people with their own gear these people are not born as babies, and they have a level of intelligence. after they are born, they are assigned a faction and shipped off to their respective location. If two people sacrifice their gear to the spawn, a biological child is formed; however, this is very uncommon as few are willing to sacrifice their gear