#nordan

[rinisbowen]

okay but- hsmtmts as ginny and georgia bc nordan always gives me rini inspo lowkey... and i got excited bc the new ginny and georgia episode titles for season two are out on imdb and we’re gonna be getting some holiday episodes so hopefully fingers crossed for a trailer soon and Maybe a december release? or january? 

i have several different thoughts with this and they’re largely s1/ sorta s2 character based bc yeah... but i just think it’s fun concept wise... like gina as ginny- ashlyn as max maybe idk idk i love this in a lot of ways bc- the sapphic theater girl rights... nini as norah and ricky as jordan being the background steady solid couple... it’s kinda hard to place all of them but- y’know i just love this whole idea. 

[yildizlarinsonsuzlugukadar]

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[ae-neon]

Procrastinating rn so lemme introduce my OCs from Nesta on the Continent

They call her Estella, though that's not her name. Her real name cannot be properly articulated above water.

She is a rare species of merling that has no name in most places. Like most cold water Fae, her aquatic form is quite large, a little bigger than a whale.

But unlike most, she is perfectly capable of shifting into a form that lives on land. Those that have seen the ghostly women who walk through blizzards and icy storms call them snowdancers, unaware they are also mermaids.

Estella is from the Northern Sea, ruled by Lord Osling, a merling king who also rules the Fae kingdom of Lapplund.

She studies fae relations in Rask, with a particular interest in the biological and environmental impact Fae have on each other. And while she has no personal passion for humans, she is interested in Dmitri's work as the inclusion of humans back into Fae territories is a key event in her field.

She has a particular interest in introducing humans into formerly inaccessible Fae territories like Lapplund which was too cold for any human to live.

Because of this she helped arrange Dmitri Petrov's year of study under the Law-keeper and mountain troll, Huurgil.

Through Huurgil, a new law was passed which made sure all humans who sought to live, work or visit Lapplund were provided with free heating enchantments regulated through the government rather than spend their money on risky charms and amulets provided by less than honourable merchants.

Estella has an airy walk that makes it look like she is floating, she is rather languid and unbothered by most things. She and Nesta both enjoy the opera and often visit galleries together.

She is 137 years old and owns numerous seaside properties.

[biblioklept]

Have a weird Xmas (Blog about books acquired in Dec. 2023)

Maybe an hour ago, browsing in a used bookstore, I opened a worn and some might say dirty copy of Iain Banks’s 1985 novel Walking on Glass. The very first page of this old book was inscribed with the following: Have a weird Xmas ’90                  John This copy of Iain Banks’s 1985 novel Walking on Glass—a 1990 Abacus trade paperback printed in London, the embossing on its cover yellowed by…

[nusumigaki]

お前のダメな部分がお前の敵ではないのだと僕に告げていた。

[shabre-legacy]

Nordan is Nyaisa’s horrible ex. Having been punched, thrown and publicly humiliated by 3 members of Havoc Squad for his own actions, he has a hatred of the squad that doesn’t abate with time. He’s a Lieutenant in the Republic Army and to his endless fury, during his time in the Army, he is never able to attain a higher rank. Born on Coruscant, he was on Corellia with his family during the Sacking and joined the Republic Army in an effort to gain status, respect and power for himself as well as maintaining his family image. He often says that it’s because of what the Empire did to his homeworld, and while there is some truth in that, it is not the primary reason. He had a plan to use his military service and military partner to rise through the ranks, gain influence and popularity before transforming it into a political career.

Due to his issues with Women and his xenophobia, he isn’t well liked by his fellow soldiers or his superiors, however he follows orders well enough to stay in the army. He doesn’t rise through the ranks however due to his issues with his superiors and others and the fact that while good, he is not more than an average soldier with a high opinion of himself. He ends up removed from his squad and sent on a punishment assignment for his behavior towards Nya and misuse of military communications. His assignment was Hoth and it was during his stay here that he received an offer from the empire that he accepted. Eventually, he recognizes that he will never rise enough to kickstart a political career of any importance and becomes disillusioned and infuriated with the Republic, making him an easy target for manipulation. While ultimately the plan that he concocted failed, he had done his part and was offered a position in the Imperial military that he accepted. 

[sudden-stops-kill]

[bookshelf-in-progress]

A Feast in the Lanternwood: A Short Story

The man entered just as the feast began. My grandfather’s Gathering Hall--ringing with the voices and laughter of every resident of our Lanternwood village--fell silent when he stepped through the great doors.

He was a stranger--everyone in the village had known each other all their lives.

He was a foreigner--tall and lithe, with skin pale as milk and hair like weak winter sunshine.

He was clad in a thick gray cloak--the unmistakable uniform of the enemy.

My grandfather, seated at the head of the high table, stood. "Stranger of Nordan, why do you invade a peaceful hall?"

The stranger stepped into the room with hands outstretched and empty. "I bring no war." His steps were slow, his face drawn. "I come as a weary traveler who has wandered this forest for five days without food. I beg only a mouthful of bread, so I may return to my homeland in peace."

He bent low beneath the weight of his pack. He had dark circles under sunken eyes. But he had a sword at his side.

Though I was only four years old, I knew enough of the war to fear the stranger. The Nordans were soldiers from a cold land who had come in war against our nation, even to the very edges of the Lanternwood. They were the monsters in my bedtime tales--heartless monsters who laughed while they killed, shadows who came into villages and stole away naughty little girls to eat for supper. Every family in the village had lost sons to Nordan blades; news of the war’s end had reached us barely two weeks before.

I hid beneath the table. Grandfather emerged from behind his.

"You are alone," Grandfather said, "and you dare to come into a hall of Lanternwood men and demand food?"

"I ask for mercy for a man who is weary after a war he did not choose."

Grandfather paced before him, his thick form looming over the stranger despite the fact that Grandfather was half a head shorter.

Grandfather stopped suddenly, his hand on his sword. "How did you get past the dogs?"

Our Great Hounds were the protectors of the village, beloved by all. If this man had slain them, there would be no mercy.

The stranger whistled two soft notes. All three of the Great Hounds, their heads looming far over his, appeared in the doorway behind him, wagging their tails like puppies.

The hall stood thunderstruck. For a stranger to have such power over the Great Hounds—it seemed almost mystical, both wondrous and terrifying.

Grandfather was the first to move, clasping the stranger's thin hands beneath his thick ones. "No man with ill intent could charm a woodland hound. Come and eat with welcome."

Grandfather led the man to a small table in a shadowed corner--which was immediately vacated by five terrified villagers. Grandfather ordered a plate be filled for him. Caught between respect for Grandfather's authority and terror at the stranger, the order was obeyed immediately.

The man started eating. At Grandfather's orders, every person turned their attention back to the feast and tried to forget that the stranger was there.

I crawled out from under my table and returned to my dinner, but found little joy in it. With a monster in the corner, my food had no taste.

Worst of all, while I'd hidden under the table, my cousins had eaten all of the rezzah--the delicate cookies filled with redberry jam that I had waited an entire year for.

Before long, this last horror overshadowed the first. I had been a good girl! I had waited endless months for this once-a-year treat. I had not taken so much as a nibble while Grandmother baked hundreds upon hundreds of them and told me to save them for the feast. Now I was to have not even a crumb!

Indignant, I searched the other tables, to no avail. I was not the only one who loved rezzah—they lasted mere minutes on the dessert platters. No one had saved me any.

At last, carried away by my search, I looked into the shadowed corner and saw the stranger’s table. In the very center of it, inches away from his lone plate, sat a plate piled high with rezzah. There must have been at least twenty. No, a million! And the Nordan would get to eat them all!

My sense of justice could not condone this. I deserved the cookies far more than that monster did, even if Grandfather and the dogs let him stay. It was my duty, as a daughter of the Lanternwood, to claim as many cookies as I could.

I feared the stranger, but desperation gave me courage. I was small for my age. I could sneak through the shadows and take a handful of cookies before the monster noticed me.

The first part of my plan went perfectly. I stepped silently up to the table, and the stranger didn’t even take his eyes from his plate.

I reached for the platter—and my plan fell apart. I was toosmall to reach the cookies. I stood on my tiptoes, stretched as far as I could, but my fingertips barely brushed the edge of the platter.

Suddenly, something grabbed me beneath the arms and lifted. In a flash, I was on the Nordan’s lap. I was too terrified to scream.

The Nordan smiled at me and held one arm around my waist while he offered me two rezzah with his other hand. “Hungry?”

Was he trying to fatten me up? While I stared at the cookies in his hand, I grabbed one from the platter and took a bite. I wouldn’t take anything from a Nordan, but I wasn’t going to lose my chance at rezzah.

The stranger chuckled. “I have a little girl like you at home.”

The cookie crumbled in my fist. The stories were true! He did steal children! I pictured this other little girl, my exact double, hidden away in some icy cavern waiting to be eaten for supper.

He flicked the end of my braid with his finger. “Of course, my daughter has yellow hair, not brown. But she’s about your age, and she loves sweets.”

His voice was soft—almost sweet. I looked into his face in surprise. His smile didn’t show any sharp teeth. His eyes were blue and seemed almost as kind as Grandfather’s. Maybe he was a father to some other little girl. Maybe he wasn’t going to eat me.

These new revelations didn’t change my priorities. I grabbed another cookie. “She can’t have these.”

He laughed. “No. They wouldn’t last. I’ve a long way to travel yet.”

“To the ice lands,” I said, showing off my knowledge.

“No ice this time of year,” the man said. “I hope to return home before the first snow. Spend a few days in the upper village before we move underground for the winter.”

I had seen plenty of animal dens in the Lanternwood. “Like bears.”

“A little,” he said with a laugh. “But we don’t sleep in caves. We’ve a whole city underground, lit by sunstones. We spend the winter wide awake—working, weaving, dancing, singing, storytelling.”

His voice became low and musical, enchanting me as it had charmed the hounds. He told me of his home, a far-northern land where the summers were short but beautiful, where winter froze waterfalls into pillars of light, where crops grew all winter beneath underground lights while people spent their time in an eternal festival, sharing music and poetry and planning great works for the new year.

I learned about his little girl, who had a white puppy who slept in a basket by her bed, and would one day grow into a Great Hound loyal only to her.

As he spoke of his daughter, the stranger showed me a small wooden flute, carved into a shape like a bird. “I made this for her,” he said. He played a liquid trill of notes that made the Hounds outside the great doors perk up their ears.

Unthinking, I reached for the flute. I had never been so enchanted by sound, and I wanted to keep it forever with me.

“Do you play?” he asked.

I did not, but wanted nothing more than to learn.

Seeing my enthusiasm, the stranger showed me how to hold the flute, and soon I could play a short sequence of notes.

Once I did, the stranger reached into his pack and pulled out a larger instrument—a beautiful pipe, all gleaming curves and shining levers. “Shall we have a duet?” he asked.

At that, Grandfather approached the table—he had never been far away, I learned. He came up to the stranger and said, “I’ve heard it said your people have music in your veins.”

“We enjoy a good tune.”

Grandfather gestured to the wider hall, which was already being cleared for a dance. “Would you play for us?”

The man’s eyes lit up with joy. He followed Grandfather to where the main table had been cleared away to make space for a stage, and then he began to play.

His song soared through the room, lively and bright. Keeping time with one foot, his song became a tune that no one could help but dance to. People were drawn from all corners of the room, set to stepping and spinning with joyful abandon.

The Lanternwood had not heard music like that before or since. The stranger played song after song—lively, bouncing, silly, sweet, slow. Other members of the village brought out their own instruments and joined in the songs—he quickly learned ours, and they learned some of his. His strange looks, the color of his cloak—all was forgotten in the glory of his music.

I danced and danced and danced that night, lost in ecstasy. I whirled with groups of children, was taken up into the arms of aunts and uncles who spun me around. I even learned a partner dance, standing on my grandfather’s feet. Yet my eyes were always drawn back to the stranger, whose joy in the music surpassed even my own.

As the night dragged on, the hall grew darker, and the songs became slow. I drifted away from the dance floor, sank to the floor, and fell asleep on the stranger’s gray cloak.

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I woke up in the early light of dawn, tucked up in a bed with five other cousins. I could hear the sounds of the party being cleared away, and I rushed out of the room in a panic, afraid the stranger had left.

Tall as he was, I easily found him standing just outside the hall, his pack on his shoulder, speaking to Grandfather.

I sprinted to the stranger and threw my arms around his legs. “Don’t go!”

Grandfather apologized, “I’m sorry. Ever since her father’s death--”

The stranger stopped him by lifting me up and holding me on his hip. “I’m glad of your friendship, little one. But I must return home.”

“Can’t you stay longer?”

He shook his head. “I have a little girl waiting for me, remember?”

She had a daddy coming home, and I didn’t, because of the gray-cloaked soldiers. But this man, in my mind, had never been one of those monsters.

Tears dripped down my face. The stranger dried them with the edge of his cloak. “Now, little one, don’t cry. We have our own paths to travel, and perhaps they shall cross again someday.”

He reached into his bag and pulled out the little bird flute that had so enchanted me, that had won him a place in my heart. “Keep this to remember me by,” he said. “My little girl can have another, and you have your own songs to play.”

I took it in tears—so filled with joy and sorrow that I couldn’t tell one from the other. At last, I let myself be taken up in Grandfather’s arms, and the stranger—with a final farewell and thanks for the provisions Grandfather had given—walked away down the forest road. I watched and watched until the stranger—that monster turned friend—disappeared from sight.

I never saw him again.

I hope with all my heart he made it home.

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Last Attacks I did this year! Rosa and Donte - @mrboogerlip Astro - Faebies Jessie - @mackachu1212 Hoshi - @girlinthebrownhoodie Dr. Jay Nordan - @lethal-highway

[follivora]

Hello, would you like to talk about my favourite bassist, Nace Jordan?

hello, jace nordan??? i heard about that guy yeah, i am totally normal about him

[shadesofcady]

Hearts of Glass and Shadows - Prolog (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1385580357-hearts-of-glass-and-shadows-prolog?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JulieEvansx3&wp_originator=0xlyRMhM4zmp2HqzgTlLGQobYHfpsFUATRqdsoygBkg%2Fo2JDtNK%2BHFXc6VrozEobzAj%2FVByRrCJecL3j5zvZmRosgkPs9D3yIfYBxjNTUynSIhWJGdZsSO0QALbK6y9x Die neunzehnjährige Tessa wünscht sich nichts mehr, als der königlichen Armee beizutreten und gegen Nordan in den Krieg zu ziehen. Ihr Bruder und Offizier der Schattenlegion, unterstützt sie in dem Bestreben und hilft ihr dabei sich vorzubereiten. Zumindest bis der Krieg von neuem aufflammt und er sich seiner Streitmacht anschließen muss. Für sie selbst war allerdings ein anderes Leben geplant, eines das sie weit weg von der Front und in eine ganz andere Richtung ziehen soll. Mit aller Macht wehrt Tessa sich allerdings gegen die Wünsche ihrer Familie und folgt ihrem eigenen Plan.

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«Pero un anarquista puede entender la necesidad de cumplir con la ley bajo ciertas circunstancias o por el momento. Puede incluso dudar de que exista una posibilidad real de eliminar el Estado como institución humana. Pero nunca sostendrá que las órdenes del Estado son legítimas, en el sentido de tener fuerza moral obligatoria. En un sentido, podríamos describir al anarquista como un individuo sin país, ya que aunque ciertos lazos lo unan a la tierra de su infancia, tiene exactamente la misma relación moral con “su” gobierno que con el de cualquier otro país en el que podría pasar algún tiempo.»

Robert Paul Wolff: En defensa del anarquismo. Nordan Comunidad, pág. 51. Montevideo, 2004.

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dies-irae-1

[uniformpics2]

QUINN NORDAN

[ae-neon]

I wanna hear about the Nordans pls

Hello anon

So in the overall sense the Nordans was just a name Dmitri gave a group of people he often ran into. He warned Nesta that they talk a lot but don't care as much about magical law actually helping people

Nesta was 2nd year when Dmitri was a 5th year. Magical law is a 7 year course but the last 2 years is essentially just work.

The name "the Nordan Crowd" comes from a professor, Alek Nordan, who Dmitri hates. He's really kinda pompous. He's like Gilderoy Lockhart from Harry Potter.

I'm thinking about having 3 to 5 main Nordans who go with Dmitri and Nesta to Prythian. If I ever fully flesh them out I'll post OC profiles or something.

[ofsweetness]

i need to give ricky a ginny and georgia inspired verse where he’s in a band with big red and idk who the third is for the 3sb vibes of it but… nordan inspired rini my beloveds lowkey.

[joshrgomez]

I’ll say I don’t think anything of Kailyn flirting with me some not even that hard. She’s just a flirt and she likes me. I wouldn’t say I don’t like her. Not like I never had any emotions for her. Overall I respect her relationship with Nordan. I can care less. Thank you for introducing me to Taty.