kleptomania

indie nott from critical role, sideblog to coffeemughero

[kymal-archive]

nott, the brave + moodboard

[jonesylium]

I GOT CHALLENGED (not really) TO DO THAT FOR THE MIGHTY NEIN AS WELL AND GOD DAMNIT I DID IT

[roadthrived]

    hey y’all — like towering, emo, gay barbarians ?  for the low, low cost of 5 gold, she’ll even hold you for an hour. if that sounds like your kind of party, hit like or reblog and i’ll check out your blog !  ( indie yasha, adored by lia )

[detectivenott]

( caleb. )

          There. There it was. The calling, the return to himself. It is brief, the feeling of needing to come back within himself. Where was he again? It wasn’t back there, no, that was in the past. The past was behind him, he was not there. He was not in the home, he was not rooms away from stopping the flames from saving them– 

          Hand rises, palm against the back of her head to keep her close. There were no words uttered, no syllables to shove out of his throat to show her he was there. It would be a lie, false reassurance, for he was not there. He was in the fire, hearing the echoing screams and praying to whichever God suited him for them to stop. For his mind to return to his body, for him to be grounded as he was prior to the priest. But he could not pry his consciousness from the memories, he could not escape the hauntings. Arm wraps around Nott, chin resting on her shoulder as he shudders to attempt to silence the sob that sits at the base of his tongue. 

   Just having his arms around her was a comfort. She knew he was the one that needed comfort, but getting some herself was a blessing. There wasn’t a whole lot of emotional depth for goblins. They didn’t show it, didn’t share it, didn’t talk about it. Caleb was the one who had taught her how to properly fit in, or at least attempt to. There was still so much to learn, and she hoped they would still have those chances to learn in the future.

    There had to be something she could do. Caleb liked reading, so what if she read something to him? Something that could take his mind off whatever it was currently on.    ❝ Why don’t I read you a story? I have a little story book I found that might be good, it has pictures and everything.  ❞  Digging in her pouch, she pulled out the book. It wasn’t the size or the thickness of any of Caleb’s books, more akin to a child’s nighttime storybook. 

[detectivenott]

After seeing a discussion in the CR tag, I’ve been thinking about Nott, specifically her age and height and how I view her.

Goblins live the same general lifespan as humans, living to be ~60-80 years of age. They also grow to be ~1.1m tall, which is 3′6″ tall at the tallest. 

Sam originally described her as a goblin child. My estimation had already pinned her at 11-12 years old. Not quite too young a child, but old enough to have some skill and independence. The thing that got me really thinking was that the group of companions do not treat her like a child, and more like an adult. I attribute this greatly to the fact that they are a group of friends playing D&D and friends don’t usually talk down to each other’s characters even if it’s just for the sake of it addressing a child character as a child. If they were to do that, it would be similar to treating a character as inadequate and why would anyone want an inadequate, unhelpful character in their PC group? 

Another argument I saw for it was that Nott calls Toya a child. Toya is described as a dwarven child. The questimated on the CR wikia for her age is 11 or 12. If Nott was a little bit older than her, I could definitely see her calling the other girl a ‘child’. Alternately, kids often call each other ‘kid’ or ‘child’, whether in a condescending manner or not. The last excuse I would give for it is an OOC matter, in which Sam is not a child who thinks about not calling other children ‘child’. He is an adult, so it is very likely for him to call a child ‘child’ without having any issue with it. 

In regards to her size and age, I am getting a lot of what I base it off now from this art by boaillustration and this art since I was naturally seeing her as this cute little squishy being. In true, she stands at half the height of the rest of her companions.

With her intelligence of 16, and a conscious reminder of her actual stature and skill, I think I would play her more around the 15yo mark. She is a cute child, but also she is a capable fighter and has seen her fair share of shit and has been just about killed and has been kicked out of her goblin clan (’kicked out’ being a nice way of describing it). She has a lot of hardships and just as much depth as the entire rest of the crew.

I am probably going to end up playing her a little bit more seriously than I had before, and definitely confused and seeing life and the world from her own strange perspective. 

[lavellenchanted]

in the critical role fandom we don’t say “I love you”, we say “I got you some book money” and I think that’s beautiful

[alfheimr]

heres the cover for my 500k nott fanfiction

[toodrunktofindaurl]

“there’s time for that later”

[wehavekookies]

Shakäste.

[detectivenott]

"Sweet hellfire, little one, I'm SO glad you aren't dead!" Mollymauk swept Nott up into a hug, giddy at their survival, as well as the drinking he'd done during the celebration. "What you did was INSANE. But so, so brave."

   It was such a surprise to be swept up into a hug. It had been a few hours since they left the den of the gnolls. There was a bit of a celebration, the looming danger over the city now gone, and there was ale and fire whiskey being shared around. She hadn’t gotten her hands on any yet, but, clearly, Molly had. He was the first one to praise her in any way for what she did. A wide smile appeared on her face. 

      ❝ I didn’t want you all to die, I had to do something. You’re my friends. ❞

@mollymocking

[lsleofskye]

Emerald Lake | sukiicat

[detectivenott]

The morning comes late to him, sleep holding him where he lay before the pestering of the goblin pulls him into consciousness. "What...? What?" He turns, eyes half-lidded. "Are you alright?"

      It was so early in the morning, she couldn’t stand it when the light filtered in through the window and was shining directly on her face. She didn’t like the idea of getting up, not yet, it was too early. Rolling onto her stomach, her eyes barely opened as she crawled over to the edge of the bed and crawled up onto it. The moment she bumped into Caleb’s arm, she nudged it over and over. Finally, he moved, muttered words she barely heard. Nott tucked herself under his arm and nuzzled against his side. She mumbled under her breath, something that sounded vaguely like “five more minutes”.

        @wiidogasted

[detectivenott]

"What were you thinking?" Yes, he was cross with her. He was angry and disappointed and worried and scared all at once. "Do you know what could've happened?"

      ❝ There were people to save and the manticore was going to get all of yous. ❞ She wasn’t backing down. She had been quiet and quick,, hiding and sneaking past the huge beast. Nott had been scared of the prospect of facing the toothy creature at first, but her companions had been in danger. She didn’t think of the consequences, she never did.                 ❝ I didn’t think she was going to almost kill me! ❞

      @wiidogasted

[detectivenott]

( caleb. )

          Where guilt should be, there was nothing but the flame before him. Though she blocked his view, it was still there. Waiting. As it always was, as it always had been. The wizard blinked slowly, focusing on the goblin for a moment. 

          “No.” It was not water that he wanted, no. He wanted to be free of the fire. He wanted to sleep, to really sleep without worrying about what came next. But there was no rest in sight, only the fire before him. 

   Her heart dropped, and it felt like it dropped into her stomach, the way it made her sick. Caleb was the smart one, the one who knew what to do to make things right. She was the one who snuck in and stole things, that’s how it worked. 

      ❝ Okay, ❞  she mumbled softly, still trying to figure out what to do. After a few quiet moments, Nott moved closer, pushing his arm out of the way until she was curled up in his lap and pressing her face against his chest.    ❝ I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help. ❞

[jedilegacied]

[detectivenott]

( caleb. )

          He does not look at her. No, he can’t. He looks and he sees it, sees them, sees the fire. All around, there was fire. It would swallow him whole, but there was no dousing the flames. No fleeing from them. So he would welcome them, stare into them with expectancy because he knew they would come for him. 

          “Hmm?” Eyes rise to meet hers, but he does not move. He does not rise, he does not continue. Truthfully, he barely heard her. Too focused on everything else, but nothing else. “Y-Yes. Nott.” 

  There is a dullness to his eyes, a glossy look as if he wasn’t seeing anything. She didn’t understand it, but she could tell. It was if he was here, but he wasn’t. It left her with an unsettling feeling, one she really didn’t like. Nott knelt in front of him, almost curling up herself. 

        ❝ Hi. Do you want me to get you some water, maybe? ❞  Anything to make her feel like she could help him in some way. Her best friend was hurting and she didn’t have any idea what to do. 

[tex-blades-archive]

Will y’all stop fuckin’ dyin’

[detectivenott]