#prewritten

When the players are about to visit a new town, pre-generate several NPCs who fit the demographics of the town, but don’t give them jobs. Your town is Mostly human, with a number of halflings and gnomes? Make a list that’s mostly humans with some halflings and gnomes mixed in, with names that match the vibe you’re going for and maybe the barest description + a quirk of some sort. 

So the list would look something like this:

Ophelia Bracegurdle, older Halfling woman who laughs a lot

Norabecka Johnson, a young human woman who seems tired

Geraldofinio Babblecock Nimsy, gnome gentleman who takes pains to maintain a fabulous mustache

Etc.

Then, when the players are like, “Can I go to the blacksmith?” You look at your list of NPCs and the one at the top is Ophelia Bracegurdle. She’s your blacksmith now. Then they want to go to the tavern, where Norabecka is the innkeeper and Geraldofinio is a patron having a drink at the bar. He’s using a straw so he doesn’t mess up his mustache.

If they had gone to the inn first, Ophelia would have been the innkeeper with Norabecka as the patron, and then Geraldofinio should have been a blacksmith with some sort of mustache guard to keep the sparks off. 

Making the list ahead of time doesn’t take much time, and you can often re-use the people you never got to at the next town. 

Your world will seem vibrant and interesting and like you have everything planned out. 

Hello my Anon and yes, I did watch it (and wasted 5 minutes of my life…). Should you feel the need to rewatch it, here it is.

As to what I think, I already put it in my tags (as a principal, I put my comments in my tags) using the word: “prewritten”. You don’t honestly think that Liam or Jason Derulo were improvising and crafting lyrics on the fly, do you? Let me remind you a few things:

a/ Drop the Mic, with Jensen Karp and our good friend Ben Winston as the executive producers, is a spin-off of the “late late show”, where another good friend of ours, a mr James Corden used to present it and also debuted it (in its new form) against Hale Berry.

b/ Jason Derulo is quite familiar with 1DHQ (which also happens to be LMHQ). Remember the use of his song “Talk Dirty To Me’ by the Boys during 1D Day? Especially since it wasn’t yet released as a single yet but got released in January 2014? Meaning they used the Boys to promote it for him even before it came out, something weird considering he was/is not a SONY artist. Also, let me remind you that Jason Derulo has worked more recently with Little Mix. Do you begin to see the connections now?

c/ if you notiiced, Derulo “attacked” Liam on topics which are considered “preconceived notions”; it is true that Liam had the lowest rate of fans in 1D, at least according to polls and because he wasn’t “sold” as the one to go solo but the one who wrote music, many people were surprised when he took this step. On the other hand, Chernobyl is indeed 10 years senior but this is not our beef wih her: our problem is that they are pushing hard the “15 year old Liam winking” etc which is borderline pedophilia, plus the fact that she’s a despicable and hypocritical human being, used to take advantage of people and situations, (not to mention talentless). So the “attacks” were on topics that people have already discussed and it was done in such a way as to “difuse” the arguments. 

And I repeat: If Liam was in fact attacked or if he took seriously the lyrics concerning his mother (the only one he mentioned by name and not the “gf”, if you noticed), do you think he would have stood there looking so calm waiting for his turn to belt out his lyrics, with his “insults” to Jason Derulo?

ah yes. the pity bean. when you dont do anything in a trolley game but the game feels bad for you. ~ @mikeyspookyway

Ian goes through several different stages in their story, dictated by what divine tf they are in. So far, he has 4 stages. Stage 1: beginning (what I have up!), Stage 2: Angel tf, Stage 3: Fallen tf, and finally Stage 4: Demon tf. The only stages that I really talk about regarding Ian is stages 1 and 4 as they are the longest. Ian's angel tf really only lasted a little over a month before Ivory Wraith came and knocked his shit in. Same with his fallen tf, it only lasted a month. By the next blood moon, Ian was a full-fledged demon.

I've been thinking about his "downfall" recently, what really led him into a massive downward spiral that eventually turned him into a demon... who basically *eats* people (I will yap about it soon maybe...). Having his virginity taken like it was wasn't necessarily enough to send him on the self-destructive path it did. He's been living in this town enough to know that this shit just. Happens. No, it's what happened afterwards that sent him spiraling. He literally *crawled* his way to the temple, seeking comfort from a religious source for once in their life only to find out the temple... isn't as safe as they thought.

Even though this sent him on a downward spiral, this wasn't exactly his "downfall". Gaining his angel tf was. Well, him winning a raffle to be sent to Dolville, to study abroad mind you, is honestly a downfall of its own (how he even gained an angel tf is a fucking miracle in of itself bc he's. He's a fucking idiot). Anyways, gaining his angel tf was his downfall. Gaining the tf was like... a slap in the face by the cosmos. Ian didn't... he didn't feel like he was pure. To him? He was the farthest thing from pure and yet, here he was, sporting a halo and a pair of wings. This did no favors for his religious trauma, either.

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The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. Rain smacked ominously against the windows leaving a bite to the normal kiss of the wind. Raindrops were another reminder that clouds had a heart beat and she had one too. The Saltzman girl hallways wondered about raindrops. The smaller framed girl wondered about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors. She may have been the sun to her best friends moon, but they were both woman thrust into making it in the world. Being quotation marks that had only vaguely chosen were they were placed. Happiness came easy to her. Not the kind of sacrine sweetness that spoke of fake stories and eyes like mirrors showing you what you wanted to see or nothing at all. Yet, stacey had barged into her life and helped pick up her broken pieces to make a stained glass window. Their sisterhood was the kind of thing that was beautiful in the way only broken things could be. She liked way that she felt about herself in the petite girl’s orbit. There was trust and compliments that she did not need to hear from the snarky girls mouth. stacey seemed to think that she was strong and smart and capable and she actually values her opinion beyond entertaining the sentiment that you should ask. She makes her  feel like her equal--like she can accomplish just as much as she can, and more. And if she something incredible, she's not even surprised. In fact, it wasn’t a big deal. A sort of love in the absence of circumstance after being used to the dramatic nature of her sister and slightly alcoholic single father. She expects it. She doesn't treat her like some fragile little girl who needs to be protected all the time. People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time. stacey’s eyes were windows. Surprisingly honest and vulnerability with unseen depths that didn’t make her completely understandable. Her beauty of soul was like that of a knife glinting in the light. Capable of darkness, but as protective as violent. the kind of lover that kept the world away from those fabrics that frayed against the machine. The kind of pieces you wouldn’t want a guest to see when covering them with a blanket. The onyx haired girl had finally been able to put her need to care for other people into something that was less toxic for her and her happiness. It was still a bit odd to be alone in this city even if it felt good to no longer be the silver medal everywhere she walked. Josie let out a long suffering sigh that came from fondness when she saw stacey sitting in her area of the hospital. As much as she cared for her friend, it was clear the woman was always involved in some cyclone of action or another. Love, even the platonic kind, could be a real bastard. Today had been going so well. She had actually had time to attempt to bake. Was complimented by the cute medical student on her rotation. Her found family had made unofficial plans for dinner. Without them, she could forget that their was a world outside of sweaters and textbooks or the swaddled warmth of sleep. Her heart pounded like a monster against the cage of her chest. Concern for the woman slumped in an elegant mess like some nineties male heroine to cool for this world even as blood painted her face and bruises The worried friend remained though the pick pocket eyes of a doctor checking someone over came to fruition. “Honestly,  you are giving me all the medical student practice hours I need though I fear you might just become a quilt with all the patching of. Is it too much to ask you not to use your fists for something? I made buttercream frosting from scratch. You nearly gave me a heart attack you know. More nightmare than dream right now and that doesn’t count the cool leather jacket before you think that. Two hours. that’s all you had to get through before we watched mindless reality shows with the bad chinese food down the street. Maybe I should take my mom friend role more seriously. Now lean back- please. I don’t want to see you hurt further.”