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My pronouns are whatever you've got lying around/whatever makes the joke land. I don't really care, but they/them is a good default
My writing tag is #nessie writes. You can also find me on ao3 here! Go check out my WIPs Master Post to see what I'm working on!
My drawing tag is #nessie draws. idk how much of my art I'll be posting, though. You can find me on ArtFight here!
My text posts are #nessie talks.
Feel free to ask questions or talk to me, especially if you have any fun/cool facts about whatever!
I also have an oc side blog! @underdarks-lost-ranger Masrey Koval is a general d&d character idea I've had for a while now, and I decided to play him in bg3. Go check out the blog to see my oc thoughts and talk to Masrey!
I've got an rp sidelong now too! @cosmic-voices is a catch-all for any characters I end up playing on here!
I will not respond to anything demeaning or degrading of any kind. I am good friends with the block button. Be kind. And please keep it sfw.
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…okay so what if the problem with the taomeba never happened on the way back home. What if the radiation never got onto the Blip-A. What if Rocky ended up back on Erid, and Grace made it back to Earth. What if they missed each other desperately forever.
What if Grace made a lopsided crochet Rocky and cuddled it every night.
What if Rocky couldn’t stop making xenonite puppets of his alien friend.
What if I made myself cry, what about that? Huh? What then?
becoming too OC pilled will ruin your fandom experience forever. i have invented The Character who is perfectly tailored to my own tastes and not beholden to any writers or showrunners. and i can even make more of them if i want. but watch out.
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A concept of Nessie! I like to think she's a quick, agile old lady who knows some tricks. Like how to avoid cryptid hunters. She may have shitty vision now, but she's still kickin- swimming.
finished c2e14 this morning and I have some thoughts about Molly.
Episode 13, where he learns the name Lucien, who had been lost to the Tomb Takers for 2 years and then found again is rightfully called Lost and Found. The episode I'm fairly certain he dies in (DON'T correct me if I'm wrong) is called Found and Lost and that terrifies me, and honestly makes me a little sad. Who or what did they find before they lost Molly?
Molly really did do a very good job at acting like he recognized the name Lucien. Even I thought he'd at least heard it in connection to himself before.
The Zone of Truth. Taliesan could have chosen to fail the save, but he didn't. Molly would have heard and seen Jester cast the spell, she made no effort to keep it a secret. Molly is the first person to admit that they all have no reason to trust each other, and the first to admit that he is a liar. Molly did not willingly submit to the spell. That makes me wonder what, if anything, Molly would have outright lied about if Jester hadn't cast Zone of Truth. Genuinely kinda hung up on the fact that Molly promised to tell them the truth while they were at the Evening Nip, has not yet demonstrated that he would go back on his word, and still didn't willingly submit to the spell.
Also still kinda giggling at everyone playing Jester while Laura texts in occasionally, and at just everything about Liam!Jester. "Molly~~" "Yes, darling" "I have a question~" "of course" love that little exchange so much. And Liam!Jester asking Molly and Yasha if they find anyone in the group attractive and Yasha being all dodgy about it and Molly just flat out saying yes 👀
YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! YOU CAN CRAFT A COMPLETE SENTENCE! YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! YOU USE THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF COMMAS! YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! YOUR PROSE IS GOOD AND RIGHT! YOU'RE A REGULAR WRITER! EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS YOUR VISION!
this tiktok screenshot ruined my life i need to see the serbian pigeon movie so so badly but it doesn't exist it's so foul to make this bad of a point with something so cool and then take it away from me.
Tiktok marvel fans really will be out here like "movie fan SHOCKED because i'd rather watch superhero movie #54 in blue and not a sensual 1987 french horror film about a man discovering his wife may not exist set in what is gradually revealed to be a space station" as if you're supposed to agree that superhero movie #54 is the clear winner in this comparison
Love the idea of a story about a complex issue that's told from the perspective of something that cannot comprehend or care about the issue. The way the story would be sliced up and moments that a human would consider pointless would be focused on because the pigeon happened to be there would be hype as fuck
Mališa, otherwise known as Little One, is a pet pigeon owned by a conservative butler of the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy. She is loved, and she is pampered— until her owner is murdered in cold blood, and she is left to fend for herself in Sarajevo.
In the wilds of the city, she feeds from the poor, working nationalist radicals, and the vieux riches alike.
To Mališa, there are no ethical concerns. No politics. No burgeoning nationalism.
There are only hands that feed her, and hands that do not.
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they really saw how bad the empire wanted the beacon and said nope we're taking it back even though they LITERALLY HAD THE CHANCE TO TAKE IT IN THE SEWER and it seems to be WORKING????
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I’ve seen a lot of TMA x Malevolent fluff crossover material but I need more whump, sorry not sorry 😬
Got me thinking how would the world’s worst ‘employers’ interact with each others’ favorite employees? I wrote out the bones to 2 separate comics and goddamn this would require soooo much time to draw this so, until I get that gusto to force my will upon paper, woe be upon ye, take my drawing notes. Didn’t write it in prose, it’s specifically my comic ‘screenplay’ writing but I feel like I got the characters n dialogue pretty solid 😊
Arthur and John meeting Elias
Arthur sitting at a diner, drinking coffee. Someone steps up to his table.
“Ah, no thank you, I’m still working on-“
“Orther- that’s not the waiter, it’s a man in a nice suit he’s-“
“Pleasure to meet you.” Elias holding out his hand.
“He’s holding his hand out, I think he wants to shake.”
“Oh! Yes, pleasure to meet you?”
“Hmm, pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Lester.”
“Uhhh.” Both John and Arthur. Elias sits across from him.
“Orther, I- there’s something wrong with this man. You should bash his skull in. Quick.”
“No! I- I mean- um- uh-“
“Oh, of course, I’m sure it’s difficult to see what’s going on. I’m Elias Bouchard, I sent a letter to your office last week, I’m in need of your investigative eyes.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, his eyes Orthur…”
“Um…”
“As a PI Mr. Lester.”
“Orther, there’s a large stone outside the diner, you should-“
“Now I don’t want to cause any headaches, but it’s a simple job.”
(Elias rambling about wanting to find Leitner)
(Arthur raises his hand to his mouth and quietly argues with John about wtf is going on)
Elias sees Arthur is not paying attention and trails off watching them, growing increasingly annoyed.
“Mr. Lester, how long did it take for your daughter to drown?”
Air is sucked out of the room
“Did he just-“ John
“What the fuck did you just say-“ Arthur
“I’d appreciate your attention, Mr. Lester-”
“If you don’t tell me what the fuck you are-“
Elias gets a glint in his eyes, static crackles in the air and Arthur sits back
“Orther? What-“ John looks at Arthur. Arthur blankly sits, now crying.
“Now, would you prefer me to call you The King in Yellow or is John too personal.”
“You motherfucker, what the fuck did you d-“
“I only find it fair, John, hm, what a nice name, I only find it fair to proffer one single threat against the 80 you’ve lobbed at me thus far. Do tell Arthur once he’s done that I’ll sear that image into his mind should you continue to distract him.”
“What are you… showing him?”
“Call it cinema of the family variety.”
John is suddenly very concerned. “Orthur, snap out-“
“Ah-ah-ah, just a few more seconds.”
Arthur comes out of the trance. “I- wh- wh-“
“Allow me to speak plainly. I assume you’re familiar with the concept of the carrot and stick. I’d have hoped I could have gotten to the carrot but I see now the two of you are more familiar with the latter.”
Arthur in a state of shock, mouth too dry to speak. John, “Orther, this man, we…” he growls, “should listen to him.”
Elias smirks. “Wonderful. Find the Librarian Jurgen Leitner and you’ll get your carrot. I’d imagine occult knowledge is tantalizing enough.” He gets up, slides a business card on the table. “Your Armitage will be a good lead. And I assure you, I- hah, pardon the language, I am not someone to… fuck with.”
Jon meeting Kayne
Jon reaches to start the tap recorder. Clicks the button. “Statement of-“ Then it immediately turns off.
Jon pauses.
He goes to press it again
It turns off again.
“Uhm…”
He presses it one more time.
“Th… that’s new.”
“Gahahahahahhahaha!” Kayne is sitting across from him
Jon falls backwards out of his chair
“Wh-who the- wha- who are you?” Jon splutters.
Kayne steps on top of the table and to Jon’s side, leaving bloody footprints on the table and statement papers.
“Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon, jonny boy. Never had a shy tape recorder before?” Kayne stands him up.
“Uh-“
“Oh, you’ve got some dust on ya, lemme just-“ swipes at his shirt. “There!” Jon’s collar is covered in blood from Kayne’s hands
Jon looks down at the blood. “The… the slaughter then?”
“Oh the slaughterrrrrrrr he asks, GAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tell me who you ser-“
“Hush hush hush Jonny boy. I’m the one with the questions today.” He puts his finger to Jon’s lips.
Jon backs away from his hand, eyes crackling readying a question
Kaynes hand shoots out grabbing Jon’s throat. Very serious now. “None of that. But if I said a lil name like extinction would that get you to shut the fuck up?”
Jon pales.
Kayne drops him on the ground.
“Great! No… Wonderful! No… still not right. What do you Brit’s say? Bloody brilliant? Hah! Yeah, Blough’ee brillian’ i’ is!”
“What do you want?”
“Mmm, now that’s a question I like hearing. I wanna talk to that big ol eye ball you worship, maybe make some tasteful and sultry extended eye contact with it. Where is it?”
“The- the beholding?”
“Yeah sure, whichever of the 800 names you like. Where is it?” Kayne sits on the table.
“It- it can’t exist in this-“ Jon staggers up.
“Ugh, fine fine fine- then that big tall compensatory panopticon your body snatching boss has. Where’s that?”
“…what?”
Kayne looks at him suspiciously. Looks at his watch-less wrist. A ‘genuine’ apologetic look flares across his face. “Aw, Jesus Christ, my bad, spoilers.” Snaps his fingers.
Jon’s eyes go hazy and his face goes blank.
He shakes his head, confused.
“Your Bossman would be quite cross with me if he knew I said that. Hah!”
“Said… what?”
“Exactly. Take me to the tunnels ‘Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.’ Or I’m gonna peel out each individual nerve from your entire body and weave em into a macrame handkerchief.”
