just your average queer, neurodivergent, podcast consuming, charlie-dowd obsessed twink. or, at least i try to give twink energy
sometimes made fake transcript on my main but i thought hey, why not come up with an entire blog for that
what usually happens is that i make a blog and then never use it. but some posts must become fake transcript, imo. so i hope i use this a lot
posting wtv i feel like
if you have a request/a post you want me to do, please either @ me or send it to me via inbox! im happy to indulge
if you are curious about what i have done so far, i make every single screenshot on one google doc! i will link that google doc here so you can see if your shitpost has been done already, or if you just want every transcript in front of you for easy reading. (let me know if the link fails)
spoilers will not be tagged as such !!! you can scroll this blog and go in completely naieve and just hope for the best if u want
i will be turning whatever i want into this transcript. i promise i am not stealing from your post. if you would like it removed, please let me know
posts may be slightly different then og requests. this is either because the grammar is mildly wonky (dw me too anons) or im typing it how i hear it. nothing against ops ofc
(more about me and other important info under the cut)
ello :> adding some basic info that may be useful, besides the stuff in my blog's desc
‼ = i am very much neurdigverent. the most likely candidates are autism, adhd, and social anxiety disorder. that last one may not seem like it from how i act online, but if you saw me irl, you would not think i am the same person. thought these levels of anxiety and avoidance were normal until i figured that maybe a 'normal' person doesnt sculpt their entire life on avoiding small talk. my neurodivergency may also affect how i interpret your asks.
!! = with the adhd comes the memory issues. i will see a post and completley forget it exists. i will also go through bouts ofposting all at once, and not posting at all for a number of days. i am not ignoring you. i just have no motivation to post.
‼ = i am okay with doing any fandom. i only confidently know how to make malevolent transcript, but i semi-know how to make tma transcript as well. i may figure out how to make other transcripts in the future, and will post them here
‼ = feel free to send any characters in, even non malev characters. hell, they can be real people for all i care, or self-inserts/yumeshipping. im very open
‼ = i will do nsfw. i can post it, answer these asks privately, or dm it to you once i am done with it. i am very much an avid smut reader, so do not fret about appearing weird or the such. nsfw will be tagged as #masked
‼ = i may or may not offer to do entire fanfics in the future. that is very undecided, but lowk, i would absolutely love to.
‼ = please spam ask/spam like/reblog my stuff! 1) i dont get notifications anyway, so i can't be bugged by those, 2) it brings me so much fucking joy to see people enjoy my stuff. please leave all the notes you want and send as many asks as possible.
‼ = talk all you want! im so very open to making friends online, where my anxiety does not reach me nearly as bad. i would prefer to stay out of dms unless things become more developed.
!! = anything not transcript/side convos will be tagged as #not transcript
‼ = i am not good at comforting people or giving advice. please do not expect me to know how to reply to you if that occurs.
‼ = charlie dowd is my fucking wife and kayne is my fucking husband. fight me
‼ = if you want to claim an anon, please let me know! some may find appeal in being able to find their asks quicker/just having yours associated with the same thing/same person. anons also may be given if i feel so inclined
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.”
hii I saw we could submit OC dialogue as well and since my guys are lovecraft-adjacent and heavily inspired by mlvlnt I thought it was thematically relevant. so.
Dominic: I don't think I can manipulate or mansplain our way out of this.
Gideon: (the staticky sound slowly rising as it speaks) manslaughter it is, then?
