Y'know, something just clicked in my head about Lancer, thanks to something i read in the tags on a reblog (thank you, @commiedalek-blog!):
How Non-Human are Non-Human Persons/N.H.P.s?
For instance: Would they have likes or hobbies like many humans do?
Does the ever-eager and bloodthirsty Sehkmet-Class N.H.P. in someone's mech secretly watch cheesy TV-Dramas as a guilty pleasure, or does it communicate in auditory hallucinations: The growl of a chain-axe, the splattering hiss and shriek of rending metal and coolants from a struck enemy, and the insatiable, ever-ready rumbling afterwards?
Does the Osiris-Class N.H.P. partnered to someone communicate in staticky flickers of code on nearby monitors, whispering a binary chant only its "Chosen" could hear? Or does it act like a sh#t-posting gremlin and rib the ever-loving Hell out of its "follower" when they mess up in a small way?
In a way, it reflects the sort of character you want to play: A more serious take would lean more into just how Non-Human an N.H.P. can be, while a more lighthearted take would lean on them being surprisingly human, for all their power and potential horror.
It's always a fascinating question to ask and answer, whether you're the player fleshing out your character and how they interact with N.H.P.s, or the GMs setting up interesting plot-hooks and missions involving them.
Of all the things to get a bit of traction on this hellsite, a rando sketch on a side blog was not what I thought would. It's gotta be the Snape community, even though up until now I haven't interacted, you guys are noticeably chill. So... here you go. Half-bun Sev. Transparent version underneath so the artists can reline/colour/finish it if they want.
B.B. Burns, The Apprentice of Evils, happened upon some funny and peculiar magical items in her most recent short-sighted venture. wonder what they do haha
happy belated birthday saki my cute sparkly darling fluffy frilly beloved fictional bestie please eat all of the desserts and wear all of the pretty dresses as is your right <3
It might seem like I already know and maybe I kinda do?? But would you mind praying for me anyway?
I’ve felt for a while that the Lord has been putting it on my heart to get away from some social media platforms for a while or at least limit my time on some. There are a couple that never give me any stress and actually help encourage my faith and creativity a lot but then there are the ones that I go on and immediately feel sadness, worry, concern and just all the not so great emotions lol it’s easier said than done though!
The outside of the den was absolutely littered with garbage. Well-- It was garbage to any sane person, but to Kit? It was his collection, and he was very proud of it. Plastic pieces, toys, glass bottles, bags, a blanket, fishing poles-- Anything a camper or visitor might let sit unattended for a moment too long was stashed in and outside his hide.
Today, he'd snatched up something, especially fun. The young man that left it behind was a regular in the woods. He took photographs of the nature and greenery, enjoying his time outside and documenting it. Kit had seen him a handful of times-- Even posed for a few photos for him! But today, he'd had his guard down. Kit had watched from the brush, seeing him set down the camera and turn his back. He didn't have one of those in his collection. Not one so nice! A few disposable plastic-y ones and an old camcorder, but this one was pretty. The second he felt he had the chance, he'd darted and snatched it up by the strap, sprinting past the man at full speed.
The sound of shock and irritation behind him had the fox barking, black paws trampling through the dirt. Once he was far enough out of sight and close to his hide, he made his change, finishing his run on two feet. Kit dove for the little pile of blankets in his hole and held his prize up, grinning wide. Curious, he pressed one of the buttons on the top and let out a shocked yelp when he was immediately hit with a bright flash and the sound of a shutter. He nearly dropped it then, but quick reflexes had it tugged to his chest. With a frustrated growl, the leather strap was pulled into his mouth and gnawed on.
Kit kept it there as he carefully started to examine the camera again, chewing the hide like a dog might to a leather boot. He brushed his fingers over the front and turned it around to peer at the screen on the back. It was too complicated for him to work out on his own, but that didn't matter. He didn't want it to use it, just to have! Rolling over, he moved to place it in one of his piles, but froze at the sound of rustling outside. Kit pulled the camera back to his chest and peeked over his shoulder, the slits in his gold eyes growing as a body came into view.
Hesitating, he eventually flashed a wide, toothy smile. "...You know, I thought I lost you in that chase."