#numbah one ho

[defira85]

(i dont have a durge yet so i reblogged the Tav one. Also i have no context/spoilers for the other questions yet lol)

Numbah 1 about your durge pls

I SENT YOU QUESTIONS ABOUT DEMETRIUS :D

What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?

Oh ho ho! Good question, and I actually covered her subclass in the most recent chapter of my fic Keep Telling Me To Breathe. She is technically fighter class in game, but canonically I write her as sort of mingling skills from fighter, paladin and rogue since I don't think the skillsets are that rigid when applied outside of games. It was important to her backstory that she was strictly non-magical, because trying to resurrect Bhaal without magic was a big part of her early story and early struggles.

But then her official subclass became sorcerer, specifically bronze dragon ancestry, from secret story developments :D which I won't say here to keep you from spoilers until you're further into the game

#Defira talks #OC: Kassara #Kassara Bhaal #maeglinhiei

[lonespektr]

The thot posture the bisexual plaid the himbo gaze

#schitt's creek #numbah one ho #jake #you're doing great sweetie

[pyreborn]

Flower season? Nice. Flowers look good, they smell good, they put happiness in people’s heart. Flower petals everywhere on the ground, withering and rotting away? Not as cute anymore. And being the sole caretaker of this small temple, who has the responsibility to clean all that up? 

Yep. That’s him. Numero uno. Numbah one. Big bird himself. 

He’s already swept up the main alley and is making his way through the back, towards the numerous, smaller grave sites. Make sure everything’s nice and tidy. The departed are what they are, gone, but if a well-kept graveyard can make  the ones left behind happier, then his mission is already all traced out for him. 

Until he turns the corner, passing by the small shed where he keeps his materials, and spots a ball of short, pink fur on the roof. Now, he doesn’t have the humans’ greed—no drive to try and catch anything, really— nor does he have their need to be special—no need to snap a picture to show off on social media later. What he has is centuries-old tiredness and a passing knowledge of other legends. To some, this one is a good omen, to others, a trickster. 

Ho-Oh—Shouhei—makes his way towards the shed with a heavy sigh, picking his broom up and pushes the Pokémon in the side with the brushy end. There’s some fallen petals still stuck to the bristles. 

“Hey. Shoo. We don’t need no weird shenanigans around here.” 

@eldritchglitch​ — plotted starter

#▏【IC; #eldritchglitch #▏【I BELIEVE IN MY MASK; THE MAN I MADE UP IS ME — KIKUCHI SHOUHEI;

[8eyedspy]

why am i getting woken up by texts from people i don't even really know asking 'DID U GET OFF WIV SOMEONE xx' i'm in a bad enough mood already 

#numbah one ho