A little bit of irl magnet poetry about Mt Nomad
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A little bit of irl magnet poetry about Mt Nomad

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Experimenting with Mt Nomad concepts... Final versions would be more faceted and shiny. Turns out she purble.
The Dawn Machine: have you tried yelling
Mt. Nomad: i have no idea what youre referring to but of course ive tried yelling
Whabam https://archiveofourown.org/works/79828571 Mt Nomad fic
YAY!! 🎉🎉 HATE GIRL HATE!! 💕💕
I loved this, Mt Nomad is such.... She's so interesting. Mt Nomad! The terrifying horrific living mountain that tears ships to pieces. She is absolutely that, she is absolutely all this rage, she truly has no soft edges.
^ her sunless seas sprite.
But also. Then. Her context. Like so many things she is alive. She's... A she, a niece, a daughter. Of course someone using 'it' as a pronoun does not mark them as less/not a person, but for a roaming mountain that lives to kill... It is a surprise she is extended those familial terms. Clearly recognised as more than a monster when she is one of the most vicious beings at Zee.
If you (temporarily) kill her in Sunless Seas, it isn't just that the Fathomking is obliged to curse you because Mt Nomad is related to him... He pauses for a very long time in what seems like sad reflection...
Mt Nomad is a kind of tragic figure who is given nothing sympathetic. We have no clarity on her feelings or mind and she has done nothing but rage and murder. Nothing suggests she is sad about this, we can't even know how much she understands herself and her context...
Yet. She is a girl, born in hate, and she is alive.
Mt Nomad's Heart
In the depths of the mountain lay a great egg of smooth gold. Once every hour, it pulses with slow and deadly life.
Anyway loved your fic!!
I don’t know when I’ll find the time to work on it, but I thought you might enjoy this concept sketch of a Mt Nomad piece to match the Stone one I did
:D !!!!!!!
I really like the energy from even a simple sketch, like maybe I'm reading into the lines but I feel like I can see a seething anger very befitting of her.....
I've wanted to come up with a mt nomad design myself but never had, I'm excited by the concept because I don't think anyone has done so before but she's a very evocative character!
I think my obstacle is when I imagine a humanoid mt nomad I just default to imagining her as a modern punk-goth with a mohawk... she's a sharp obsideon mountain full of rage, I just want to give her piercings and a ripped t-shirt :')
Excited to see if you find space to work on it more!!

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The Dawn Machine: Nomad, could you wait for me till I ascend the Neath?
Mt. Nomad: Of course I could, Dawnie. You know I could.
The Dawn Machine: Yes, I felt it instinctively, but I couldn’t wait all that time. I hate waiting even five minutes for anybody. It always makes me rather cross. I am not punctual myself, I know, but I do like punctuality in others, and waiting, even to be married, is quite out of the question.
Every time im near chapel of lights im like WHERES MT NOMAD
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