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My Impulse Control Died With My Last Brain Cell.
Please, Call Me Vessel. (She/They)
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when dealing with angels, be not afraid, but do be cautious; they are well-meaning, but often do not understand trifles such as death or physics.
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OOC POST
The blog for the table top role playing game podcast Vessel be featured in is live and under construction!
Go follow @novacity-pod !
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Op Change Your Url.
a soccer ball that screams when you kick it
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FAQ
"Were you ever human? What are you?"
Yes And No. My DNA Is Human, But The Majority Of My Body Is Not. I Choose To Identify As A "Cybernetic Abomination," These Days.
"Why do you talk/sound like....that?"
All Words Are Of Equal Importance, And So I Believe They Should Equally Emphasized. The Changes Made To The Sound Of My Voice Were Simply A Side Effect Of The Rest Of My Body's Construction.
"What is "The Collection?"
THE COLLECTION Is An Immense Organic Miscellany Stored Within Myself. I Am Not It's Curator Nor Sentinel So Much As It's Receptacle; Hence The Name, "Vessel." I Know Not The Complete Contents Of The Collection, Only That It Not Need Be Protected, So Much As Contained.
"What exactly is it that you do?"
Aside From Containing The Collection, I Am Currently Employed As A Coroner and Test Subject At The Zygan Corporation.
“What is The Zygan Corporation?”
The Zygan Corporation Is A Company That Specializes In The Research Of The Supernatural and Magical, As Well As Their Applications To Technology And Biomedical Research.
“Who are Mikhail and Dione?”
You Are Likely Asking This As These Are Names I Have Mentioned In The Tags Of Some Posts. Mikhail, Full Name Dr. Mikhail Balakin, Is My Collogue, Primary Care Physician And Dare I Say, Closest Friend. Dione Is The Co-CEO Of Zygan Corporation and A Succubus That I Slept With On One Occasion.
"What is "The System?"
The AI Responsible For Managing My Body, And By Extension, The Collection.
"What do you look like?"
The Distortion Chips I Have Implanted Make It Very Difficult To Capture A Clear Image Of My Form. I Am Biologically Female, And I am Exactly 7 feet 5 inches tall, Sans Boots. I Don't Know What My Original Eye color Was, But My Replacement Is Set To Violet. It Is Much The Same Case With My Hair Follicles. My Lineage Has Been Quiet Mixed, So I Am Uncertain Of Any Ethnicity. I've A Skin Tone Rather Akin To A Corpse. Which Is to Say That The Organic Bits Of Mine used to be A Bit Prone To Necrosis. I've Received Many A Skin Graft. My Cybernetic Aspects Are Woven Through Me Quite Thoroughly, Most Notably On My Face, In Regards To My Eye, And Mouth, Both Of My Legs , My Secondary Set Of Arms And My Left Arm, Which Is Mostly Artificial Now. Were I To Be Cut Me Open, I Doubt Vey Much Of Anything Would Be In The Right Place.
This series of Portraits I had Commissioned Is Also An Adequate Reference To My Visage:
Portrait By: @ofinscriptions
Full Body By: @theebirblover On Instagram
"What happened to your eye(s)?"
That Would Depend Entirely Upon Which One You're Inquiring About.
"What the hell is up with your teeth?"
They Are There To Consume, And To Protect What I Consume, By Consuming.
"What do you have against horses?"
They're Evolutionary Abominations. Enough Said.
"Why are you such a massive monster fucker?"
One Is More Compatible With Their Own Kind, No?
"Why do you like deer so much?"
Big Antlers. Nice Skulls. I Think I Just Enjoy The Aesthetic Their Form Provides
"Why do you call us "Connaturals?"
The Term Means To Have The Innate Quality Of Belonging Naturally. I Tend Use It As Both A Term Of Endearment, And An Insult- Similar To How One Might Jokingly Call Their Sister A Hoe.
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They didn't know much about farming, but they knew apples were not supposed to be that colour.
They didn’t know much about farming, but they knew apples were not supposed to be that colour. “Um…are they meant to be slate green?” they asked uncertainly. “And…dripping?”
“Hm?” the good-natured farmer hummed. “Oh the apples! Those are very popular. We sell them pre-poisoned, you see. No need for dangerous basement potion brewing. Just buy them fresh off the land with a guaranteed deathly sleep curse only to be broken by true love’s touch.”
They blinked up at the trees. “Oh. I thought it was true love’s kiss?”
“Ah yes, well. Bit of a dubious detail, that. I mean, falling into a deathly slumber with the certainty of being woken by a person who loves you truly is just very attractive, what’s not to love! But unconsenting kissing really shouldn’t be necessary. We tweaked the recipe a bit so now a reverent touch brush of their cheek or touch to their hand works just as well. Very romantic stuff. People go nuts for it. Just don’t touch them without your gloves on, not until they’re ripe. Last lad your school sent over knocked his head on one and got so sleepy we had to ask his father to come hug him back to normal.”
They took a step away from the nearest tree.
“No need to worry about the orchard though,” the farmer said cheerfully. “You wanted to work with animals, right? Got a real treat for you. One of the golden geese has a nest that should hatch any day now. And if Kell takes a liking to you, you can help with the talking horses. You like the sound of that?”
“Yes ma’am,” they beamed. For their first ever internship, this wasn’t half bad.
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So I still plan to colour this and actually add the text but it’s so fucking funny to me without it so I’m uploading this version as it is.
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i am pondering orbs you can’t fucking imagine
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OOC Status update!
Vessel's character has been re modeled and repurposed for use as a PC in a Cyber punk themed monster of the week campaign (a table top role playing game) I'm apart of.
As such this blog is going to go through yet another soft reset in the coming weeks to reflect this. Many aspects of character have remained the same- her back story has been altered slightly to fit into the world of the campaign, but her personality is entirely the same.
I mention this now because my friends and fellow players have shown some interest in making a DND podcast with this campaign.
We are currently 2-ish years into this game, and doing so without restarting would require a bit of explanation, so I intend to set up a separate blog outlining the other characters, and the story so far!
If this interests you, stay tuned!!
And for those of you that have stuck around throughout my lengthy period of inactivity, thank you <3
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Lycanthrotea (Honey Dotes on Redbubble/Twitter)
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If you were to cut me open, what would you find? What would you expect to find? Blood and bones, a heart perhaps? All the things that living beings have, right?
How many times have I told you. I am not alive.
How many more times will I have to say it?
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Merry Christmas from the Mothman!
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