#nibsy

[bo-katan]

[binnybinnychickendinny]

hockeytwt annoys me so baddddd for what reason do you need to jump onto the "fuck jb50" train. have some pride in your team. be brave enough to simply not hate him for dumb reasons. you realize all the players you like on the blues are like best friends with him anyway right.

[bo-katan]

SKELETON CREW (2024) Way, Way Out Past the Barrier | 1.02

[error84744838]

SOME RANDOM FACTS ABOUT X Ink

X Ink, instead of having Ink sans's ironic Broomie, instead has a massive fountain pen called Nibsy

2. The reason why X Ink has scars on his face is due to his many battles in the nullvoid and in other multiverses, but why hasn't X Ink just heal them as his body is made of Ink? well, X Ink doesn't remove them as he thinks it makes him look cool and give him "aure." so he can at any time could just remove them but chooses not to

3. X Ink has a SOUL being the X Event soul but unlike the canon X Event soul in underverse his version of the soul has 100% Overwrite and 100% Determination somehow and doesn't look like a normal soul and look more similar to Killer's soul as it's neither human or monster but with a X going through it

4. X Ink, like Pale Ink Sans, has the ability to devour AUs, which he uses to overflow himself with emotions even tho he already has a soul

5. X Ink has access to multiple buttons such as OVERWRITE, RESET, CREATE, ERASE and PRESCAN

[binnybinnychickendinny]

nibsy in the 2/23/25 game against the avs (ft. him getting hit for the nine millionth time wtf)

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[angrypurplebean]

That one trend with The Last Magician characters

Rip Viola you would have loved Chappell Roan and would have loved to sing “Good Luck Babe”

Rip Harte you would have loved motion sickness medicine

Rip Esta you would have loved “This Is How You Lose The Time War”

Rip Ruby you would have loved the Buzzfeed “Am I a Lesbian?” quizzes

Rip Jianyu you would have loved books with the found family trope

Rip Nibsy you would have loved those online chess games

This my take on this trend if anyone in this dead fandom has any other ideas I would LOVE to see!

[kickthemomo]

Nibsie-chan!! 🥹

I’m creating concept art for a sci-fi story. Nibsie is Mostow’s pet rat. These nine emotes are samples from Nibsie’s Tier 1 Emote Pack on Twixt.

[binnybinnychickendinny]

um hey don’t cross check nibsy…

[holistic-hens]

107 degrees outside! Ice water to keep the chickens cool. Fortunately there is plenty of shade too. Nibsy is panting in the back, Nilla is taking a drink, and Adelaide is on the side, waiting her turn.

Heads up to chicken keepers who normally put vinegar in their chicken's water - it isn't good for them in times of heat stress. Fascinating explanation of why vinegar can be good (or bad) here:

[jonghoyah]

Sometimes close friends are just two people who don’t get each other’s weird obsessions at all, but who want to buy a cottage together anyway to live the gay hermit farmer life!

#Posts that I make perfect sense with context but will probably confuse Gloria which delights me 

#Gloria#At times like this I'm reminded of the fact that you have no idea what the hell im on about and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy

#FUCKING SHIT GLORIA#I'M JUST TRYING TO EAT MY BODYWEIGHT IN BREAD IN PEACE HERE

#i'm not an alcoholic bc TECHNICALLY it is already the middle of the day#and it is appropriate to have mimosas around noon#or so gloria told me

#god there are too many of u i need to tag in this#u bi disasters#oh wAIT u are BIsasters#hahaah gloria r u reading this

#GLORIA#STOP MAKING EVERYTHING I SAY INTO QUOTES ON SOCIAL MEDIA��(sorry babe, here I go again LMAO)

#thanks gloria#look what you did#you made me GAY

#aLSO AM I BEING SOUPSHAMED NOW????#STOP ATTACKING MY PERSONAL METHOD OF DEALING WITH THNGS#which is not at all#I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE A MESS

#gLORIA#THIS IS GONNA BE THE PATH TO THE FRONT DOOR#WE WILL NEVER WELCOME ANY GUESTS WITHOUT A GAZILLION BUG BITES

Anyway get you a friend like @call-me-nibs​ for delightful confusion, great hugs, gay breakdowns and questionable decisions. Oh and chickens! Lots and lots of chickens! Love you sprouty ♥

[darthstitch]

The Shade of It All

Listen.

Titania, Queen of the Fae, can't accept that Dream of the Endless never took her up on a second invitation to her bed.

(For once, Dream decided to be sensible about his lovelife, which was, as everyone knew, tended to be catastrophic. That has since been addressed, but we'll get to that in a little bit. Give us a moment.)

So the vain, capricious, very dangerous Queen is incensed when she hears that His Darkness, the King of All Night's Dreaming, has taken up with a human. An immortal human, mind you, but the insult absolutely cannot be borne! It was insupportable!

And for the love of the Puck, they were married? Bound in heart, mind and soul, so Dream claims, that the very Dreaming itself recognized Robert Gadling as mate to its King and Heart? Yeah, Titania was going to challenge that, because Dream had been married before and gods above and below only knew how that ended.

So she thinks she's going to get a free show out of this, right? Bring the Lord of Dreams low, expose him in his passions before the avid, greedy eyes of the entire Unseelie Court, witness losing himself in the carnal charms of his chosen mate. She'll take whatever petty vengeance she can get.

(Perhaps there was a little bit of deviltry here from Desire's direction, because they were quite annoyed at the want and need that was currently centered around their brother. It was enough to make them reach for the Endless equivalent of Brain Bleach.)

Except she doesn't count on Feral Chaos Gremlin Hob Gadling.

Feral Chaos Gremlin Hob Gadling, who honed his eloquence and gift for words in an age where literary giants like Christopher Marlowe (and Shakespeare) had lived and breathed and spun their out their stories and tales to inspire the dreams of men.

Feral Chaos Gremlin Hob Gadling, who was quite capable of reading one capricious, glamour-ridden Faerie Queen for filth, stripping away her carefully crafted illusions with every word, every truth, with the sharpest wit and caustic humor that sent the Unseelie Court and the denizens of the Dreaming rolling in the aisles.

"Lubricate, Your Royal Nibsiness," Matthew the Raven tells him, nudging a whimsically carved goblet of dreamwine in Hob's general direction.

Hob takes it without missing a beat of his scathing read on Titania's grooming and beauty routine, which had already stripped her faerie web gown to ragged shreds.

The shade of it all was so epic that it had cast a cooling effect over the Dreaming, which had been suffering a bit of a heat spell, mainly because His Darkness and the Prince Consort had been thoroughly enjoying their honeymoon before they were so rudely interrupted.

Dream could only smile, cat-content and he had put a very eloquent period on Hob's Epic Read of Reads by dipping his consort into a kiss that was somehow far more passionate and hotter than the lurid fantasies that Titania and her Court had hoped to see. Frankly, they were all blushing like virgin maids in the end.

Desire closed up the Threshold and sulked for a solid six months.

Titania holed up in her chambers and was not seen for another century.

-end-

[angrypurplebean]

Pt.3 of talking about character deaths in TLM

⚠️Spoilers ahead so read with Caution⚠️

The next death I want to talk about is Dolph Saunders. So we all know Dolph he was one of the many important side characters. But what makes his death so sad is that he was visiting his wife's grave. When he was shot from behind by Nibsy ,who was his friend. What's even sadder is that he didn't know that Esta was his daughter, who he was told had died. See Dolph was not a good person, he used Lenna so he could create the devil's own mark(I forgot what it's called sorry). But did he deserved to die no. Dolph may have made horribly decisions but he did protect a lot of magus, but also at some sorta of cost. This book has shown that there isn't just good and evil. It has shown many shades to good and evil no one is completely good and no one is completely evil.

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

Review: The Devil’s Thief (Lisa Maxwell, The Last Magician #2)

Rating: ★★★★/5

“‘If you ask me,’ she continued, ‘it’s because there’s something wrong with this land. The people who were here first - the ones who truly belong here - got killed off or pushed aside, and that does something to a place, all that death and violence. Magic can’t take root in blood-soaked earth. If you ask me, maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe nobody should have that kind of power over anyone else.’” I had a lot of the same experiences as other reviewers with this one and I was officially exhausted after getting through this 700 page journey. Now that all is said and done, I did really enjoy it, for multiple reasons, but my god, could it get s l o w. The Devil's Thief follows the same cast as characters as The Last Magician, plus a few more for good measure. Esta and Harte are on the run after stealing the Ars Arcana at the end of book one, and they manage to make it through the Brink and make it to St. Louis - except it's 1904, two years after that event, and Esta's power is going wonky around Harte. Jianyu and Viola remain in 1902 New York, as does James "Nibsy" Lorcan and Jack Grew, and their stories focus on the inequalities they face, the desires they have, and the intersections of the two. New characters include cross-dressing Julien, cowboy North, sweet Maggie, determined Ruth, lovely Cela, her brother Abel, and Ruby and Theo. Enough characters for you? Yeah, I know, and the crazy thing is that each and every one of them have chapters that are told from their perspective. The descriptions of them and their stories seem kind of vague, and I did that on purpose, because as much as there is SO MUCH going on here, the intricacies of these characters' stories are what make them so wonderful. The way that Lisa intertwines threads of racism, sexism, and inequality with the magical world she's created is so complex, and that lends an extremely realistic, stark feeling to it as a whole. She refuses to shy away from harsh truths, and that is something that always stands out to me about her writing. So, all of that is good, and honestly, this book is really, really good. I had some of the same struggles with it as I did with TLM where, about halfway through, I thought it was never going to end, and that I'd end up 2-3 starring it. It was dragging like CRAZY and it felt like certain things (like Esta and Harte and their angst) were just going in circles and I was getting to the point of being over it. But then, as with TLM, things started to shift around 3/4 of the way through, and by the end I felt like I'd gone on a major journey with these characters. It was a journey I ended up really enjoying again, and I think that's just a sign of how well-written the books are. Sometimes you need that meandering pace to fully experience these characters, and I think that's the case here. One thing that really sticks out to me is the Fair in St. Louis as such a brutal, brilliant picture of how the States viewed itself in the early 20th century. It is a vicious world that Esta finds herself in and nowhere is that clearer than in those scenes. My last parting note: this novel is a lesson in originality. Lisa's world and her characters are wonderful, but it is the way she weaves such fascinating mythology into that world, how you can just feel the lore she's built in creating this series in every interaction the characters have with magic and with one another, that truly makes this series sparkle. I never have any idea what's coming next and I absolutely live for that. Despite the way I always drag my feet in the middle of her books, they always leave me satisfied, and that says more than anything.

[emeraldbirdcollector]

Say It With Flowers

Pomona Sprout woke with a cold knot of dread in her stomach, but that was nothing new. All year, she had been forced to watch her best and brightest students abused, tortured, and threatened, and had not been able to do nearly enough to protect them. And the Carrows were getting desperate - unable to stop the continuous underground rebellion that they had been facing all year, they were taking more and more direct action against the ringleaders, and pure blood was no longer a protection against their wrath. What will it be today? Who will it be today? she wondered, hoping with all her might that she would not have to watch another of her children suffer. Especially not...but he was most in danger of all of them, she feared.

A hesitant tap on the door, at house-elf height, came to announce Nibsy with her morning tea. Nibsy had adopted Professor Sprout the moment she had arrived at Hogwarts, since she loved flowers and flowering plants with a passion, and Pomona was quite fond of her. She thought of the young elf rather as another of her students, just one with a few more chores around the place, and Nibsy was utterly delighted to be able to combine her insatiable desire to learn about plants with her more normal house-elf need to be of service.

"Good morning, Nibsy, dear. How are things this morning?" She took the tray and put it carefully down on her desk.

Nibsy looked up, with sad wide eyes that pleaded forgiveness for being about to distress her very favorite person in the world. "Master Longbottom has gone missing, Mistress Sprout."

Cold ice traced down Professor Sprout's spine, and she closed her eyes, suddenly feeling sick. No, no, not my boy, not my boy...

"But Mistress Sprout should not worry, please, we do not think the Carrows have him, they do not seem to know where he is gone, and they are very angry about it. And there is a note that Dobby has given Nibsy, and Dobby said it was from Master Longbottom. Perhaps it says he is safe and well? Oh, but it is only pictures...such pretty pictures, is it his homework, Mistress?"

She took the piece of paper from the house-elf's hands. Indeed, it was pictures - carefully- and meticulously-drawn pictures of flowers and foliage, with a short note at the top. Here are some drawings from the special elective class Hannah and I took from you at the end of fifth year. Hope they are clear. N.L.

The special elective class they took - oh, yes, yes. Very clever, Longbottom, very clever.  

She had always thought that asking Longbottom to tutor young Abbott, whose problems with her Herbology O.W.L.S had stemmed more from anxiety and lack of confidence than any lack of skill, had been one of the best moves she had ever made as a teacher. She had been delighted by the growing closeness between the two of them, and had fondly hoped that their affectionate friendship would grow into something more. In an effort to boost things along - never say it was undignified for a teacher to play matchmaker, as long as she did so subtly - she had casually offered to teach both of them Muggle flower language and its magical variants, hoping that, if they were too shy to speak their hearts with words, they might end up doing it with flowers. It seemed the effort had, well, borne fruit in another direction, at least, if not in the way she had hoped.

Let me see. Solomon's Seal crossed over a cherry branch- Solomon's Seal means to conceal something, and the cherry branch is his wand wood, so represents himself: a branch of budding Flutterby blossoms joined with one of mountain ash - hiding for reasons of prudence:  hawksbeard - that's protection: purple columbine and tansy intertwined - resistance and determination to win. So he's hiding somewhere protected, having gotten the word that it would be prudent not to be caught, but remains determined to keep fighting. Excellent. Good lad. She breathed a sigh of relief. I should get word to Minerva. She'll worry - and she'll also know how to get the message out to Augusta that her grandson is safely in hiding and not dead or...she thought of Frank and Alice, and shuddered.

"Is it all right, Mistress?" Nibsy, who was almost as fond of Longbottom as Sprout herself, looked pleadingly up at the Professor, eager for reassurance.

"Very much so, Nibsy. You were quite correct, he writes to say he is safe and well."

"Nibsy is glad to hear it. Master Longbottom is always kind."

"If the Carrows ask, of course, I am out of my mind with worry and know nothing."

"Of course, Mistress Sprout."

"Meanwhile, please let Minerva and Filius know that the cherry tree threatened by the worm infestation has been transplanted safely and is doing well."

"Yes, Mistress Sprout." Never doubt that house-elves were capable of mischief - Nibsy's eyes were positively sparkling.

[ao3feed-stucky]

by Nibsy

"Bucky is tired of war; he never chose it. But it was true yesterday, and it still is today – wherever Steve goes, he will follow; that’s just the way they are."

Words: 1985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: One Shot