#nonma

[eff-plays]

I think we would all feel better if we got off Twitter is all. "Yeah this happened on Twitter" bro don't bring that here. Let it stay on Twitter. Leave it outside. You're like a cat dropping mouse carcasses on my pillow.

[chilicapiscequellicomenoi]

Il dolore si fa memoria

E ti senti in colpa

Perché quello stronzo del tempo

Sta facendo il suo corso

E le lacrime scendono

Ogni giorno meno

Ma il vuoto che ti porti appresso

È ogni giorno più grande.

Il dolore lo riempiva

Ora che sei più forte

Lo riempi di niente

Come il tuo tempo.

Ti senti in colpa

Perché smettere di soffrire

È smettere di lottare

Perché smettere di urlare

È smettere di sentire

Perché nel tuo dolore

Ti eri fatta nido

Ed ora che anche lui

Si fa più lieve

Anche ciò che hai perso

Si fa sempre più lontano

-Mari 🌻

[zecoco1976]

Allez pour bien commencer la journée ^^ mes dédicaces de ce we devraient ressembler à ça #bd #bandesdessinees #art #dqps #lpqvr #untd #dessourisetdespirates #untresornommedesir #lepiratequivoulaitetreroi #studio4020 #jeunesse #donquenotte #pedrosalsa #nonma #sharko #patience #boiscolombes #festivalbd #festival #desbullesaboiscolombes (à Levallois, Ile-De-France, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwEMXQYl3Gj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=n3m6x61vxusp

[kaebedom-me]

hELLO THE NEW SEMESTER JUST STARTED ITS ABSOLUTELY KICKING MY BUTT IM SORRY FOR BEING GONE BUT CONGRATS ON THE 1K SHANNIE!!! YOU DESERVE ALL OF THEM!!! also idea for 1k special : shanna takes care of herself uwu uwu // jk jk!! not really!! but really you dont have to do anything special for us if you dont have the time!! :DD we enjoy your content as is uwu uwu just take care of yourself and keep being you uwu uwu - build a booble who will hopefully come back soon uwu uwu

Good luck with your new semester build a bob nonma!!!!!!!! I hope it treats you well and that you have a good time!

Jajdkks thank you!!

Shanna take care of yourself challenge wot never heard of her 😩

[sebthesnipe]

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

First // Previously // Next

My Dearest Procyon

Masterpost

MDP Discord Server

Chapter 27

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

TW: Blood, Torture, vomit, some pretty nasty talk

Roman felt his knees give out, slamming against the stone floor beneath him. He doubled over, retching until the remaining contents of his stomach pooled before him. The force of it all had his eyes watering as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. His face hurt, his ribs felt like they were cracked, a few fingers were definitely broken, and he was fairly certain he was bleeding somewhere. He glanced down at the red that streaked his hand. Yup, definitely bleeding.

“Get him up,” Nonames voice came just before Roman felt hands on his shoulders. He was dragged to his feet, not bothering to put up a fight. He was so tired… How long had they been at this?

“I’m growing tired, Roman,” Noname sighed, stepping closer to the prince. “I don’t care much for repeating myself.”

Roman lifted his chin in defiance, jaw aching from where he had been struck last. “And yet, you manage it so well,” Roman replied sarcastically, bracing himself for what was to come.

As expected, Noname lifted his hand in preparation for another strike.

“There you are!” a familiar nasal voice interrupted, causing the vile man to pause and glance over Roman’s shoulder. “I should have known you’d be down here,” Remus mused as he brushed past the prince, not even bothering to give him a gance. 

“Remus, I do not have time for-” Noname began. The emerald clad man practically draped himself on his apparent lover, pressing a finger to his lips, effectively interrupting him. 

“Come on, Bitterbrain,” Remus practically whined. “You never came to bed and you promised that you’d do that thing with the glass again.” 

Noname, for all his highbrow persona, seemed to melt under the strange endearment. His hand lifted to wrap around Remus’ wrist and pull it away a bit forcefully. 

“Daddy’s working, Dearest,” Deceit hissed, peering down at the smaller man. “You’ll have to have some fun on your own for a little while longer.” 

Roman should have known Remus was behind Noname’s appearance. Of course the guy would show up right after Remus had found them. He was as vile as the snake was!

“But D…” Remus pouted childishly. He seemed to pause before a devilish grin played on his lip before he pressed onto his tiptoes and ran his tongue over the man’s scarred cheek. “I’m about to smash you right here,” he warned playfully.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Noname growled. As far as Roman could tell, the man seemed angered by Remus’ threat, his words spoken with venom. Noname’s grip on Remus’ wrist tightened making the prince’s twin hiss in pain. 

“Mm, you like the idea I see,” Remus chuckled, pressing even closer to the man.

For a moment, the two of them silently stared at one another before the taller man gave a sigh. 

“Fine,” Noname grumbled, releasing the smaller man’s wrist. “Collect what we need and meet me in my chambers. I will be there shortly.”

“But D-”

“Now, Remus.” Nonmae order causing Remus to give a small shudder, though Roman couldn’t be certain if it was from fear or excitement. Regardless, the man in question pulled away and hurried off, giving only a brief glance backwards, meeting Roman’s gaze. 

Roman wasn’t sure exactly what he saw there, but it certainly wasn’t the same amusement he saw in Noname’s gaze. 

If he ventured a guess, Roman supposed he would have said he saw fear.

“It seems I am needed elsewhere,” Noname sighed, bringing the prince’s attention back to the man before him. “Our little game will have to wait… For now,” he promised. Noname took a step forward, fingers curling into the ripped fabric of Roman’s shirt and yanked the prince forward. The men that had been holding him up allowed him to be pulled from their grasp. 

“I will get what I need from you, Roman. I assure you of that,” the villain spat, so close that their breaths mingled with every exhale. 

“Yeah, well, keep trying No-game,” Roman mused, forcing a smile onto his lips. The prince ignored the way the action caused his skin to split painfully. “We’ll see how far that gets you.”

Noname eyed Roman carefully, searching for something in his gaze. Whatever it was, he obviously didn’t find it. He shoved Roman back towards the guards, who allowed him to collapse under his own weight, hitting the ground hard. 

“Let him spend the rest of the night with Remy. We’ll see if that changes his tune,” Noname ordered before turning on his heels. “And someone send some rope to my chambers! I have some discipline to deal out…” 

Roman took a moment to appreciate the cool stone floor that was pressed against his back. He could feel his temperature evening out as he stared up at the roughly carved ceiling. They were obviously underground, no doubt miles away from his friends. He hoped they were safe. 

Virgil no doubt hated him, if their last few moments together were anything to go by. As long as the witch stayed away from this horrid place, Roman couldn’t bring himself to regret the misunderstanding. Still, he prayed for sleep, hoping the witch would visit him there. Noname could do whatever vile thing he wished to the prince, but he could never take away his dreams. Not when there was a chance he would see Virgil.

The guards hadn’t allowed the prince much of a reprieve before hoisting him onto his feet and escorting him down a thin hallway. The narrow space left Roman sandwiched between the two men, using one for support as he limped onward. He wasn’t sure if his ankle was sprained or broken, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that it hurt. Thankfully, he wasn’t forced to walk on it for too long.

The hall widened into a large room sparsely decorated and lined with large solid looking doors. Each frame seemed to be made of a different shade of wood spanning from a pale white to a dark auburn. A small gold plaque was nailed to the middle of each, the words too faint to make out from a distance. 

The men led Roman across the large room to a light umber colored door. As they drew closer Roman noted the golder plaque that seemed to etch itself before their eyes. The deep gouges did not form letters, however, instead a pairs of closed eyes appeared. The pictures seemed serene and yet struck a sense of foreboding within the prince. 

The men seemed to feel no such reservations as they pulled open the door and led Roman inside the dark room. The dull light from a small candle stationed on the floor in the center of the room led the group deeper into space. 

“Ugh! Gurl, you have got to be kidding me!” a distorted voice came as the men moved an adjacent wall. “I told that simp I was not in the mood for visitors! It takes a lot of beauty rest to make a queen look this good you know!” 

One of the men tugged on Roman’s shackles, pulling the chain through a large loop on the ceiling before pulling until the prince was forced onto the tip of his toes. 

“Boss’ orders, Rem. Sorry,” the other one shrugged, squinting into the shadows.

“Isn’t it always, bae?” the voice sighed. “Don’t worry I’m not mad at you. Just… next time bring me a gift, ‘kay? Thanks doll.” 

“Whatever you say Rem,” the man laughed before giving the other guard a smack on the shoulder and motioning for the door. “Boss says he wants him alive.”

“Oh? That’s a new tune. Well, I suppose I was getting tired of his dull routine. Been there, seen that! A girl needs a little spice in her life sometimes!” this so-called Remy called back as Roman tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness. 

The men didn’t seem to pay any mind as they headed for the door. “We have to get going, I’ll bring you some more of that soap you like so much next time I swing by.” 

“Shut up, the lavender one!” the voice gasped excitedly. “Bitch you know I’m basic!” 

The man just laughed as he pulled the door closed behind him, sending them into a deeper darkness, causing Roman to tense further. His swollen gaze shifted around the room, still shrouded in black, trying to make out anything. 

“Well, aren’t you a snacc,” the voice hummed, this time directly in the prince’s ear making him jump. 

“E-excuse me?” Roman stammered uncertainly, worried the creature might try to eat him. 

“You’re excused, Doll,” the thing came back, “excused from being so cute!” 

Roman had no idea how to respond. Whatever this thing was, it certainly had a personality. 

Something brushed against the prince’s chest gently, the shadows before him shifting slightly as if on their own accord. Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.

“Guuuurl, you are built like a brick house!” the voice purred. “What’s your name?”

“I...” Roman began, hesitating slightly. Did this thing rely on people’s names to torture them? 

“You need to relax, take a load off,” the thing coaxed. As if on cue Roman’s exhaustion hit him. His eyes grew heavy as he fought the urge to sleep. Hadn’t he wanted to sleep? Yes… sleep sounded nice… but he couldn’t, he needed… Why couldn’t he again? Oh…. Right, the creature… What was so bad about it again?

“Your name?” the voice sang in its suddenly soothing voice.

“Prince Roman… Of the… Kingdom… of…” Roman answered, cutting himself off with a large yawn.

“Guurrrll?! You’re a prince?!” the voice gasped. Suddenly Roman’s exhaustion was gone. His head jerked up in surprise. What the hell had just happened?! “Wait, wait, wait! Roman… Roman… Why do I know that name?”

“What are you?” Roman demanded in confusion. “Some sort of witch?”

“Ooo! A smart one! I like you already!” the voice chuckled. Roman couldn’t gather if the tone was male, female, or something in between careful. “We’re going to have so much fun, bae!”

“Alright,” Roman sighed. It was obvious this thing was more interested in itself than anything else. It was playful and egotistical. He could certainly work with that. “I’m always up for some fun. What’s your name?”

“Noname never brings me a good toy! I’m so excited!” the thing cheered, “My name is Remy. I’m the best damn Baku you’re ever going to meet, sweetcheeks.”

“Baku? What is a Baku?” Roman pressed, still utterly confused. “Not that I mind a bit of mystery, but how can I praise your beauty without knowing the real you?” 

“Guuurl!” Remy laughed, obviously charmed. “A Baku is a dream eater.”

“A dream eater? So… a witch like Virgil-” Roman wondered aloud before something unseen tightened around his neck strangling him. 

“Virgil?!” Remy hissed. Suddenly, a flame flickered into existence a few inches from Roman’s face, illuminating the features of the beast before him. 

Remy’s human shaped eyes shifted with the inky blackness of the shadows around them. Their pale lips were pulled back into a snarl, revealing sharp teeth and a jagged tongue. Their otherwise human features were pulled taunt by the look of malice painted across their face. Their pointed ears seemed as if they appeared out of the shadows as well, black tendrils of nothingness swirling where their hair should be. 

Roman gasped, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen and only managing a gurgled choking sound as Remy’s grip tightened around his airway. He was going to die like this… Die without getting to see his Procyon one last time….

……………………………………………………………….

“Logan… Logan! Wake up, damn it!” Virgil’s voice snapped, shoving at his partner to try and force him to stir.

Logan yawned, flopping over onto his stomach and stretching. Virgil was always so dramatic. Everything was so urgent. Logan always had a set schedule. Everything would be fine, he could take another five minutes to-

Wait… No, something was off. Logan’s sluggish mind couldn’t make out just what that was quite yet, but he knew it was big. He forced his eyes open, blinking away the sleep as he took in the sight before him.

Virgil sat next to him, his legs tucked beneath him as he obviously tried to wake Logan. Patton sat not too far behind him, knees drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs, puffy eyes peeking sheepishly over them. It looked as if he had been crying. Why was Patton crying?

Logan needed to comfort him. He moved to push himself up, hands sliding under his shoulders to lift his weight from the ground. Patton needed to know that everything was alright that he-

Shock washed through the witch as his matching honey eyes shot back towards the ground. His breathing increased rapidly, his mind unable to process what he saw. His hands were spread shoulder width apart, supporting his body. 

His human hands.

The lanky witch scrambled into a seated position, eyes wide as he lifted them to his face, wiggling his fingers. They were his. This wasn’t a dream. He glanced at Virgil.

The smaller witch offered him a soft tired smile, his even purple gaze narrowing with the expression. 

They were both human. 

Had they done it?

Was it over?

To be continued...

Taglist: 

@hiddendreamer67 @nightashes @aequinoctiale @sumersnowlilly

[dgcharacterlist]

Nonma Ratio / ノーンマラティオ

[junyboy-599]

©Photography Julien Gazeau - Haram, Nonma - Jan 2017

[agreenbeauty]

International WOMENS Day 💋 I love this image of my grandmother back in Italy in the background looking lovingly at her beautiful daughters-my mum on the right. This was taken just before my grandma with her five daughters and two sons migrated to Australia. My grandmother took all seven kids to safety after spending months in refugee camps around Italy. My grandma was a gentle soul who loved to laugh and play poker. Bacci nonma. ❤️ #internationalwomensday (at AGB magazine)

[whatthefuckgeb]

Sometimes you’re walking home,

at 12am,

and it’s hot as fuck,

in the summer,

in NYC.

THIS IS YOUR SOUNDTRACK

@nonmaayo

(via https://soundcloud.com/nonma/no-rap-mix?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

[dustyintl]

Collaborator 015: NONMA by Staying Underground http://ift.tt/1JZx151

[stayingunderground]

Staying Underground prsnts, COLLABORATOR 015:  NONMA w/ Mistah Rapsey on the B Side.

This week we have none other than Flowfi's own NONMA setting it off with a FONK filled A Side. This mix is the second Okayplayer feature for the series too. I’m really happy this series is being loved because there’s many more to come.

NONMA’s tweeter & gram & cloud.

A Side: NONMA 1. Flamingosis x Yung Bae - Groovin’ 2. Fitzroy - G’d Up 3. Nxworries - Suede [Anderson Paak x Knxwledge] 4. BMB Spacekid - 1 again 5. Toro Y Moi - I Can Get Love 6. Phony PPL - End of the Night (Louis Futon remix) 7. BMB Spacekid - Extragon 8. Lapalux - Without You (Ft. Kerry Leatham) 9. Donny Hathaway - The Ghetto (suonho Reloved) 10. Moon Boots - Sugar 11. BMB spacekid - Dance With Me B Side: Mistah Rapsey 1. Georgia A. Muldrow - Pad Control 2. Chester Watson - Ogre [Prod. by Madlib] 3. Bishop Nehru - Y.E.T. [Prod. by Madlib] 4. Jaylib - Strip Club 5. Illa J - Strippers [Prod. by KAYTRANADA & Potatohead People] 6. Iota - Funkenstein 7. The Meters - Just Kissed My Baby 8. Too $hort - Short But Funky 9. Andrew Ashong - Day Like This (Ft. Eska) (Original Mix) 10. Pete Rock - Something Funky 11. Shafiq Husayn - Cheeba (Ft. Bilal) [Nottz Remix]

[grassrootsgrind]

Hey Guys, Nu mix, still very funky, cause you know i love it ! Dornik - On my Mind Jamiroquai - you give me something (blacksmith remix) Sndwvs & Singularis remix - Lose my breath Pyxis - now we’re here Theophilus London - Tribe (Gxnxvs remix) D’Angelo - Spanish Joint (Vestalus Edit) Daniel Leseman - Keep on Moving J Louis - Rachel Foxx Flip Abigail Press x Tawrence - Blank Canvas Nick Wisdom - Snoopin’pt 2 (feat Eli Muro) Pyxis - Nightworks Glenn Jones - I’m somebody Pakem Remix Sam smith - Lay me down - Pomo Remix Abhi Dijon - Young (Joseph l’étranger & Shaunic remix) Dont hesitate to like this page https://www.facebook.com/Nonma for some music and news ! xoxo

[stableheed]

Heeeey @flowfi know how to make you dance hard. Chris McClenney - Tonight (youngblood) Aywy & Sh?m - Craig david All the way remix Chris McClenney - Best you got Geotheory - What What Sh?m - Missy Elliot Loose Control Bootleg remix BNJMN & Fortune - YOUGOTIT Aywy & Fortune - Goldlink Ay ay remix Sh?m & Fortune - Deal with it Maximus MMC - My love is the shhh

[whatthefuckgeb]

Morning commute 

(via https://soundcloud.com/streetknowledge-1/collaborator-015-nonma?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

[thesoullessautomaton]

Wavelengths: Rp w/ askwidget

" I WONDER HOW SILLY THAT PIG WILL FEEL WHEN HE REALIZES HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS HEAD MODULE ON..." WX-78 thought, as he observed a pig head on a stick. He shrugged, setting off to collect materials.

The machine worked tirelessly through the day. To the casual observer, he was quite quiet, only speaking aloud to himself on occasion.

In his mind, however, he was talking and commenting non stop on the things around him. He lifted up a green mushroom and thought, " THIS IS SUITABLE DEBUGGING MATERIAL"

He stood up from the ground and brushed the dirt off, " IF ONLY IT DID NOT GROW IN THE DIRT. IF I COULD HAVE IT, DIRT WOULD NOT EXIST."

He continued on his day, gathering and commenting on the things around him to himself.

[musicbytheday]

Tracklist *Cocaïne - Aywy @abstractyouth * All the time – Andru @andruofficial @monkiiofficial * Doors – The Standard @thestandard-2 * You – Dusty Feathers @dustyfeathers * You&Me - Mosis @mosis1 * Shiawasena – El train @Eltrain05 * 六 - 白鳥 - Noo-Bap @noo-bap * Say it right – Kaytradamus @kaytranada (go to check his old stuff !) * CRYSTVL CVTS - GRXGVR @gregar * Hurt – Myth Syzer @syzermusik * Echos – Jody @itsjodybaby * Blessed ft Kendrick Lamar : Vices & Finesse Remix ��� Schoolboy Q @vicesorlando @deejay-fiinesse * Or Nah : Stwo Edit – The Weeknd @stwosc * Persian Rugs : The North Virus Remix – Partynextdoor @the-north-virus (Live) Artwork by Steve Harries & @aywy http://steveharriesdesign.tumblr.com/