#osea: noha

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Character Intro: Noha de Escarra

“…hm.”

Basics:

Pronouns: they/them

Species: Halfing (High Elf + Human)

Age: 25

MBTI: idk

Voice Claim: Zuko from ATLA (might change)

Physical:

5’6” (≈ 168cm)

Build: Lean muscle, on the thinner side

Skin: Light brown, many, many freckles

Hair: Medium brown, Messy. Shoulder length.

Eyes: Medium brown, slightly longer pupils that dilate and contract (due to elven blood)

Special Features: pointed and elongated ears, a scar running down from their left eyebrow down to their neck, always looks… wispy?

Personality:

Noha is incredibly closed off to everyone, even those they’re close to. They have a very short temper, though it’s hidden beneath an indifferent exterior. They do have a love of dark humor, however.

Speaking Style: Noha does not like talking, preferring to simply nod and gesture. When they do speak, however, they keep it short. Their temper does show occasionally through their speech. Sometimes they use copious amounts of sarcasm just to get on people’s (li hua’s) nerves.

Likes: knives, frogs, dancing, sunsets, their (ever growing) knife collection, being right, soft blankets, hanging out with kids (they think they’re neat)

Dislikes: pity parties (for them), being wrong, bright lights, dark rooms, loud sounds (very sensitive to the previous three due to trauma and elven blood), being unprepared, being told what to do

Main Goal: “…Not going to jail. And not being ‘returned’ to Escarra.”

Backstory (under the cut):

Noha Ramirez was born in Escarra, to a criminal mastermind known as Matteo Ramirez. Noha lived relatively happy with their mother, Isabella Ramirez, for the first 13 years of their life. And that was what they would have had, if Matteo hadn't needed a new assassin. 

Isabella was killed, and Noha was thrust into a life of glinting daggers, glassy eyes, and rivers of blood.

The few months after their mother's death murder were hazy. Noha kept fading in and out of consciousness, and when they finally came to they were... changed. The wizards said it was for the best, Matteo said it would make Noha's jobs easier, but Noha felt wrong. 

They felt much worse when Matteo sent them to eliminate their first mark, an unsuspecting 34-year-old man by the name of Horatio Gonzales.

Many, many more would come after him.

Noha would remember them all.

"You're a weapon."

"..."

"Say it."

"...I'm a weapon."

They weren’t gonna just sit down and listen anymore. The time for blind obedience had passed. They needed to escape.

Noha had no idea why this petty thief was adamant on going with them. They enjoyed his company, though. 

Noha de Escarra, a former assassin, is now travelling and taking odd jobs to stay afloat. They know they need to stay on the lookout for any of Matteo's goons, though.

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when I tell yall I threw this out in like 20 mins? yeaaaa xena the writing dust WORKED ong

have some Noha angst :} they use they/them btw and the he/him here is their father.

I really hope this makes sense—

——— They hated him.

They hated the way he breathed. The way he talked—so gentle with others, so much more cordial with potential clients.

They hated his voice, deep and rumbling—usually calm. That voice became venom whenever they made the tiniest mistake.

They hated the way he looked: tall, inhumanly so, long midnight hair cascading down his back, elven ears stark against it, tan freckled face housing inky eyes that were so cold despite their warmer tone.

They hated that he knew everything about them: their entire existence was just another paragraph in his nearly endless life. He knew what made them tick, what made them happy, what made them sad, what made them hate.

They hated the way he slipped into their mind, their heart, their soul with ease, placating all of that hate and molding it into something useless: obedience.

They hated him.

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‘But,’ they thought, ‘he’s not much different from me, is he?’

They hated themself, too. They hated the way they spoke: quiet, rough, hard, even more so when they were with those they adored.

They hated the way they walked: quick, silent, always stepping on eggshells, it seemed. ‘Like some kicked puppy. Pathetic.’

They hated the way they looked: short, yet still somehow lanky, haunted dark eyes—one rendered nearly useless because of him—surrounded by dozens of freckles of their own. Whenever they looked in the mirror they nearly froze with fear, having to calm themself down: ‘It’s not him. It’s you.’

They hated that they knew nearly nothing about him: their life was already a quarter finished, and his had so many more centuries left. They didn’t know how to control him like he knew how to control them—they didn’t know how to make him happy, or pleased, besides the ways he had told them.

They hated the way they let him in knowing what he would do. They hated the feel of their hatred—their only defense—seeping out of them, leaving them with sickening compliance.

But most of all?

They hated that they still missed him. Those little smiles, however rare they were. Those eyes giving them an almost proud look—provided they did not fail him. That voice being so full of approval it nearly made them sob with joy.

They hated him. They hated themself. And they hated that they couldn’t get him out of their head.

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hatred no longer looks like a word gelp—

Xena’s Share Day

hatred’s such a strong word, isn’t it? a strong emotion. share with us a passage with that invokes hatred. what draws such an intense feeling out of your character? what or who do they despise?

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Writemas Day Seven!

yay <3

the prompts for today

and the ones I picked were:

Stillness

Dead of night

a staircase as a setting

"If I were to die, would you try to save me? Or would you quicken my ending?"

He tried to speak, he really did, but no sound would come.

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The night was still, as it always was these days, Though, despite the utter silence surrounding them, Noha’s mind whirled.

They supposed they shouldn’t have drank all that ale, or any ale at all, but at this point? They didn’t care. They stumbled down from the rooftop they found themself on, muscle memory overpowering their intoxication, and dropped onto one of Vespar’s many mountain staircases. Mossy stone greeted their hand as they steadied themself against the wall.

It was awfully late, and Noha was sure they’d get in a bit of trouble for sneaking off at night and getting drunk. They imagined they’d be in more trouble if they were found passed out in an alley. Despite that, they plopped into a sitting position, back against the wall. The others didn’t need Noha right this moment. They could wait.

Closing their eyes, they sighed. How did they, once a prized weapon of the Red Sun, become indentured into a suicide mission? How did they fall so low? Enough to start drowning their sorrows in booze? They’d left, done what they thought was the best thing for them. And it worked, sort of.

They had everything planned out. They’d work as a spy, or an assassin, or whatever. They’d get a decent amount of cash. Then, Noha could blow this godsdamned city and carve a okay living out for themself somewhere.

It would have been perfect, had he not shown up.

Noha’s ears picked up on something behind them, and they—sluggishly—pulled one of their many knives out of its sheath. Their eyes narrowed, as they tried to make out who dared sneak up on them. Between the alcohol, the dark, and their poor eyesight, they really hoped it wasn’t an enemy.

Once they heard his voice, saw his silhouette, they really hoped they had been found passed out.

“Oi,” he started, hands shoved in his pockets. “Where’ve you been?”

Noha stayed quiet, but they put the knife away. No need to commit murder now.

He crinkled his nose in disgust. Probably smelled the ale from there. “What, have you been drinking? This late? Ya knew we had stuff to do tomorrow, aye?”

“…like you didn’t start me on alcohol in the first place.” It was true. Noha never drank before they met him. The first night they did, they almost passed out. He kept giggling about it for days afterward.

“Aye, I did, didn’t I? Anyways,” he turned around, waving a hand behind him, “I’ll let the others know yer alright.” He almost seemed cordial, but Noha caught the muttered ‘unfortunately’ as he strolled away.

For whatever reason, Noha asked, “Aren’t you going to bring me back?” That’s what he did that night. He led Noha all the way back to their shabby little room and plopped them on the bed, safe and sound.

He stopped in his tracks. Without turning around, he remarked, “Now, why on the green fields would I do that? You’ll stab me. In the back, probably. Or have you gotten tired of that?”

“I could get mugged here.”

“And?”

“I might die.”

That gave him pause. His shoulders stiffened.

“If I were to die, would you save me?” What the stars were they even saying? Of course Harper wished them dead, any sane person would. So why… why did they dread the answer he would give? “Or…”

“Or?” His voice was quiet.

“Or would you quicken my end? Finish it off while I’m weak. The smart thing to do.” They cringed at their own words. They should sew their mouth shut. ‘Father always said I spoke too much. But then again, since when have I listened to him?’ They stood—or rather sat—their ground, eyes trained on the nape of his neck, right where his curly hair stopped. They knew there was a white patch of skin right above that point, closer to his eye. They touched it once.

Gods, they needed to shut up.

~~~ He tried to answer Noha. He really did, he tried his hardest to speak, but no sound would come. Why? All it would take was a lie or a truth, a yes or a no, and then he’d be on his merry way, back to his comfortable bed. So why was he silent?

He walked away without a word, leaving Noha behind. He knew they’d be alright.

But what he didn’t know was the answer to their question. Truth be told, he didn’t know what the truth even was.

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oughh not super proud of this but I GOT IT DONE RAAAAAH 🗣️‼️💥‼️💥🤺

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Seven Sentence Wednesday + Writing Share Tag

thanks for the Proud Of Tags @sableglass and @bardic-tales !

and thanks to @mundanemoongirl , @the-golden-comet , and @fifis-corner for the seven sentence Sunday tag!

rules for the Proud Of Tag is simply to share something you’re proud of, and the rules for Seven Sentence Whateverday is to share seven sentences 😌 v straightforward.

Use this as a Proud of Tag, or a Seven Sentence Tag, or just a writing share! I’m not picky ✨

Noha has been rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken so you get more of them 🫶

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Perhaps they were a mark the hitman had failed to eliminate correctly, and they’d come to finish Noha off. ‘I never checked if that guy from last week was dead dead…’ they thought, pulling the shadows closer to them, as they did so many times before.

The hinges were so rusty and the door itself was so worn down that it took some time for the intruder to open it. Sensing the opportunity, the half-elf crept closer. If they could land a solid hit, then it wouldn’t matter if they left their knives in the wrong spot, or if their fringe was in their eyes, or whether or not they had the right gear.

‘It’ll be okay,’ they repeated to themself, ears bending back in apprehension, heart beating so loudly the lovers next door might have heard. ‘It’ll be okay.’

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they don’t like being caught off guard 🙂‍↕️ even worse if they’re not prepared. even worser (I am an English master) if they’ve already winded down 😔

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and ofc an Open Tag ✨

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Writemas Day Three!

yay! another day, another snip!

the prompts for today are here and the invite post is here!

the prompts I used were:

Their eyes met, and they shared a nod

Setting in a “cabin”

The warmth of sun on skin

enjoy!

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The sun beat down on the denizens of Vespar, who were going about their day as usual. Little did they know that underneath their feet, in the bowels of Vacader Bay, a heist was beginning right under their noses.

“Come along, then, follow me!” a man called out to his companions, expertly making his way down deeper into the Bay.

Despite being a hub for crime and violence, the Bay was known for its grand casinos and the like, one of which was called the Birdcage. It was tiny, decorated with crude carvings of birds and coins, and calling it a casino may have been an exaggeration. Luckily, Harper could craft lies as well as he could convince others they were true.

The group of tourists followed Harper dutifully, some stumbling with the steepness Vespar was known for. ‘Easy pickings,’ Harper had thought, and he could not have been more correct.

“How much longer till we get there?” one of them asked, tapping Harper’s shoulder.

“Just a minute longer,” the thief replied, wiping his shoulder with a barely-concealed look of disgust.

“That’s what you said fifteen minutes ago!” another called out.

“Yeah! What’re you hiding, man?” a third chimed in.

Harper suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned, slowly, towards the first person, the one in front. A pleasant smile plastered onto his face, the thief wanted nothing more than to punch the man for causing so much ruckus. Instead, he took a breath and readied his magic.

“Friends, please. I know my way around this city, and I promise we will reach what ye’ve been promised soon. Just one more minute.”

As he spoke, the expressions of the group softened, until they were as pleasant as they were before. Satisfied, Harper beckoned them to follow him again, and the cycle repeated.

~~~ Noha was perched on a ledge overlooking the Birdcage and the area around it. Any moment now, Harper would come along with the targets and the two would rob them of their valuables. ‘Any moment now…’ they thought, chagrined at the thief’s tardiness.

After a half hour, Harper brought the group to the Birdcage, where he herded them inside. They were silent, having been magicked multiple times to keep them content. Noah saw Harper closing the door behind the last of them and letting out a sigh. That much magic being used took a toll after a while, they knew. If only he’d learn how to lay off on it.

When the time was right, they dropped the shadows they had wrapped around themself and dropped onto the pavement. Their hands shook a little, but they shrugged it off and made their way to the Birdcage.

“Oi, Mina!” Harper called, waving a hand to catch their eye. When they got closer, Noha wiped away the last traces of shadow that trailed behind them.

“Took ye long enough. Were ye having a wee chat with the rats?” the thief snickered.

Noha stayed quiet.

“Ah well, it doesn’t matter anyways. I got our pay, see?” he gently rapped on the Birdcage’s door. “Are ye ready?”

“Yes.”

“Always so deadpan.”

“…”

Their eyes met, and they shared a nod. Harper opened the door.

Immediately, Noha covered the room with shadows, eliciting shocked gasps from the tourists. Harper ducked into the room and worked both his magics: the one of voices, and sleight of hand.

He slipped watches, while assuring the tourists that the power simply must have cut. He nabbed necklaces, complimenting them on their hair, or their outfit, all while distracting them with his magic, brining their attention to the other things like the room’s darkness or their physical appearance, taking their attention away from their valuables.

Noha stayed sentinel at the doorway, keeping the room shrouded in darkness. Despite Harper’s ease and expertise, they knew they were a vital part of this game. Their job was to simply lock the birds in their cage, and ensure they wouldn’t sing about what had transpired there.

After Harper had his fill, Noha closed the door behind them and dropped the shadows, letting the room gain what little light it had before. Bewildered and angry, the tourists stormed out of the Birdcage, probably going to alert the authorities. It would be no problem for them, though, as the Guard never cared about the Bay scum.

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phew this was not at all close to any of the other prompts but. I did it. yay :> Tagging the General Writing Taglist (lemme know if you’d like on/off!)

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thanks for the tag, @writingamongther0ses (and @aromanticsky sorry it took a bit 😓) !

It satiated Noha’s fear and they relaxed, the room now regaining the little light it had before.

“This thing’s gonna need a lot more than oil, now that I’m thinking about it—AHA!” The door flew open, revealing a man in a slightly oversized coat, which dripped onto the wood floors with rainwater.

“Harper.” Noha started, “why didn’t you knock?” They placed the throwing star onto the table where their gauntlet blades lay. Belatedly, they realized they had gripped the star so tightly it actually puncture them. With another tsk, they held their free hand out to the man—Harper—expectantly.

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@cb-writes-stuff and for the seventh, an open tag!

Heads Up, 7 Up Tag

Tagged by @northwyrm, I almost didn't do it but then I realized my most recent wip has a fun little part that's exactly 7 lines >:). I tag @dragonfelling, umm.... @urlocallove, @urlocalbastard, @urlocalart.... @northwyrm back >:), ummmm.... that's all the writing people I know and 4 of them are the same person.

Woman wants to gut her husband like a fische. (Very recent wip so very unedited.)

She knew full well what she wanted to do to Skalono… Her mind swam with imagery of his guts spilled across the floor by her hand. The smell of his blood and his final gasps and gurgles as she took the blade to his neck. She would not allow him a quick death, no. He was not deserving of it. She would usually push such thoughts down, that unquenchable Cane bloodlust… But today… Today she deserved to fantasize. If she was to be given nothing else, at least she could daydream.

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Writemas Day Fourteen!

so for today, I think I’m gonna do something a litttttle different.

when I saw the prompts, I could not pick one specific thing to write with them. So I made three!

They’re quite short, except maybe the last one…? But anyways. Three little things! Yay :>

I think this is gonna help me get back in the writing groove heheh

so without further ado:

the prompts for today!

and down we goooooo

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the prompt used for this one was “The joy of seeing”. It’s about Arbor, the wood golem, on gaining vision for the first time.

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When I opened my eyes for the first time, I was overjoyed. So many things to see. Joy might have been the first emotion I had ever felt. And why wouldn’t it have been? The stars, winking at me as if they knew secrets I did not. The flowers, color upon color mollifying my troubles. The sunlight, the books and pens and papers and everything almost overwhelmed me that fateful day.

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Like I said, short. This next one uses the prompt “I will let you run, because I know in the end, you’ll come back to me. Always.” (also forgot to mention the Specter here is Noha, I used he/him because they didn’t know they were enby at this point. They’re around 15-16 here)

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“Go ahead and run, Specter.” The boss said, nonchalance almost palpable in his voice.

It made Specter flinch. Did he really not care whether or not his weapon left? Would this mean freedom?

He could feel himself getting giddy. Where would he run to? It didn’t matter. He’d never have to see this man’s face again. He never had to suffer under his thumb any longer. The Red Sun would be long behind Specter, and he’d be free. Hope bloomed in his chest, warm and excitable and happy. When was the last time he felt happy?

The boss’s next words shattered that hope, and warmth, and happiness into pieces.

“Go ahead and run,” he repeated, eyes boring into his assassin’s. “I will let you, because I know in the end, you’ll come back to me. Always.” He smiled, a cold, cold, smile.

Specter never thought about leaving for years after that.

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Again, quite short. This next one’s a little longer? But still short. I used two prompts here: “The reflection in the mirror was a mockery. The perfect parts of herself had become flaws, the broken pieces seemed beautiful” and “the sharpness of broken glass” (forgot to mention again: 10-2 here is Li Hua, they are the same. 10-2 is crossed out bc she’s still trying to get behind the fact she’s free)

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“Look at yourself, kid.”

10-2 Li Hua bristled at being called kid, but she supposed she was very much one compared to the elf gesturing to a mirror. Cautiously, the half-elf looked into it, gasping slightly as she did.

She was gaunt. Thin, unhealthily so. Her skin was waxen, her eyes now dead. She ran her tongue over her cracked lips, and gawked at how short her hair was. She had changed so much…

“Damned humans,” the elf spat, startling 10-2 Li Hua. “They chop off your hair, they beat you, starve you, and they make a mockery out of elfkind.” His pupils were minuscule, and his ears were bent back, a sure sign of rage. He stood up and stalked away silently, leaving Li Hua with the mirror.

He paused at the doorway, long ears loosing their rigidness, just a bit, and said “Get some rest, kid. You’re safe now.”

Then he left, leaving the half-elf with that dammed mirror.

10-2 Li Hua slumped onto the floor. She looked back at the mirror, chest filling with the rage she supposed the elf left behind. With a cry, she punched the mirror, its pieces scattering all over. She looked into it again, and stifled a sob.

The reflection was a mockery. The perfect parts of herself had become flaws, and none of it was beautiful. She missed her old self.

Heedless of the sharp glass sticking in her hands, she punched the mirror again and again and again.

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Writing Share Tag!

thanks for the tag, @sparrow-orion-writes !

Rules are to share some writing!

have a lil thing I’m working on. I don’t have too much of it to share, but this’ll do.

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The common room was always a little busy in the early evening, but today it was completely deserted, save for two half-elves sitting at the furthest table near the window.

In the shorter one’s—Noha’s—hand was a document detailing eyewitness accounts to a string of murders in the Southwest Quarter. Noha skimmed the page, but they found it strange that some of the writing was… wrong. The letters were Niali, that’s for sure, but the words that they made were not. They mentally went over the other languages that they knew, but neither Qut nor Escarrian matched the words on the page.

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Creators Club Thursday!

Today for Creators Club Thursday—courtesy of @creators-club by @bardic-tales — I’m going to talk about one of my OC pairings— Harper O’Kennedy and Noha de Escarra!

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Okay so some basics:

Harper’s pronouns are he/him, while Noha’s are they/them.

Harper’s a gay demiromantic man, Noha is a pansexual nonbinary person.

NOW THAT THATS OUTTA THE WAYYYY—

Harper and Noha meet in Vacader Bay, Harper’s hometown. Harper was working with a gang under a master thief by the name of Victoria O’Kennedy, who also happens to be his maternal aunt. Noha was an Escarrian-born blade-for-hire who was running away from their father and his gang.

more under the cut :}

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✨💞Meet Cute!💞✨

Basically Noha was keeping an eye on Harper because some rival gang payed them to, and they decided “heyyyyy what if I got closer to this guy then it’d be a Lot Easier to eventually kill him” and so they slip themself into Harper’s life. Totally normal way to meet someone 🥰 !

Meanwhile, Harper and Victoria are Fighting and they do Not Like Each Other, so Harper (in a fit of rage at Something I haven’t decided yet) challenges Victoria to a gun fight.

Long story short: Harper loses said gun fight, almost dies, gets chased out of his old gang, and went on the run, dragging a slightly uncooperative Noha with him. What a boy failure 😞.

Their relationship has been poking at my brain cells for the past couple days: Harper thinks Noha is pretty cool, talented, and quite intelligent as well—considering they slipped into Harper’s (relatively guarded) life that easily.

Meanwhile Noha is just “what is this man doinggg omgs sTOP FOLLOWING MEEEE-UHHH”

The only reason Harper’s throat isn’t slashed open is because Noha realized that he’s pretty good at keeping out of (serious) trouble, and as a bonus—Harper promised that they wouldn’t need to worry about their dad for a while if he was around.

Now into the actual Romance bit—it doesn’t happen until WAY later in the story, considering Harper’s demiromantic-ness and Noha’s… black cat energy (it is trauma it’s very very intense trauma)

I like them :3

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Thank you for reading this far if ya have lmao

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hm…

Noha always has at least 23 knives on their person. They like being prepared.

send a 📁 get a fact!

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Fun Fact Friday!

today, courtesy of the @creators-club (hosted by @bardic-tales ) I’m gonna share some fun facts about Noha!

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They are probably the most morally bankrupt out of the main eight. They have a moral compass—it’s just. Broken.

Noha is their birth name—they didn’t change it when they found out they were nonbinary.

Speaking of self discovery, they learned they were nonbinary at 21.

They like frogs. A lot.

Favorite color is black.

Their love language is gifting knives to people. All of the main cast will get a NohaKnifetm

They had to keep their hair shaved while under Matteo’s control. (“And like the good obedient weapon I am I haven’t cut it in three years.” -N )

Hated magic (including their own) till they met Harper. Now it’s tolerable.

yay that’s it a lil long but that’s OKAY!!! next week I’m sharing harps himself ✨

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Trivia Tuesday!

for this Tuesday, courtesy of the @creators-club and @bardic-tales , I’ll share whatever the heck was going on with Noha when I designed them!

under the cut, but it’s not long really.

Now I think Noha might be one of my oldest ocs (The Oldest Oldest ones being Kaiden, Evie, Saffron, and Aris) and they haven’t changed much since I first made them.

They’ve always been an assassin, they’ve always had daddy issues, they’ve always been not-completely-human, they’ve looked pretty much the same, etc.

The only big changes I can think of revolve around their name. Once upon a time, it was Carlos. Then I think it was Mar? After that I decided that I needed a placeholder name while I figured out what their actual name would be, so I picked Noah.

Noah is a really popular name, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but it just didn’t fit them, yknow? So I switched the last two letters and lo and behold! Noha!

And thus ends this week’s Trivia Tuesday! Didn’t have much, but I hope you enjoyed reading!

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incorrect quotes ft Interwoven characters lol

ft some doodles by yours truly 😌🤝

enjoy ! (Under the cut)

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Li Hua: *makes Mehri a cup of tea but puts salt in it*  Mehri : *sips tea*  Li Hua: Mehri : *finishes tea*  Li Hua: Didn't it taste bad?  Mehri : Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.  Li Hua, tearing up: Oh, okay.

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Felix: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.  Evangeline: Are you okay.

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Harper, singing: ~Hush, little laptop, don’t you cry.~  Harper: ~Papa’s gonna find you some more Wi-Fi.~  Harper: ~And if that Wi-Fi doesn’t work…~  Harper: ~Papa will destroy the fucking Earth.~

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Li Hua: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?  Noha : Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.  Li Hua: Noha : I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

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Noha : If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?  Kaiden: The afterlife, I guess.

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Happy sts! Is there anything from any character's appearence youd like to share?

happy sts (unday!) ✨

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Yeah!! Specifically for Noha!

Their body is weirdly lightweight, especially considering their height and shape. This is because of the experiments done on them as a kid to create a ‘perfect’ weapon: lightweight yet strong.

another trait these same experiments gave Noha is the weird wispy-ness ? That they have? Like sometimes they have tendrils of black stuff coming from them. Like they’re nothing but black smoke… hrmmm

These experiments are also the reason why they have Shadow magic when normally they wouldn’t (long story short: wrong species)

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thanks for the ask, @cepheusgalaxy !

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OC Interview Tag

Thanks for the tags, @rumeysawrites and @willtheweaver !

I’ve been speaking a lot about Noha these days, so I’ll choose them! Also hehe gonna take some inspiration from @illarian-rambling ‘s Illaros Illuminated, check it out! It’s really cool ✨👌

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Noha walks into the room, slowly at first, looking around to see if anyone else is there. When they’re satisfied that they are alone with the interviewer, they take the only seat in the room and face the camera.

“Let’s just get this over with,” they grumble, cutting off the interviewer’s introduction.

They cross their arms and wait for the first question.

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Are you named after anyone?

“Not that I’m aware of.”

When was the last time you cried?

They pause, then begrudgingly answer: “Two months ago.”

Do you have any kids?

“No.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Their eyes narrow, and the interviewer is fairly certain Noha’s scowling at them from underneath their mask. “Why don’t you tell me?”

What is the first thing you notice about people?

They think on this one. “If they’ve got weapons on them. If not that, then how they walk. It’s telling.” Noha shifts a little in their seat, giving the interviewer a glimpse at a knife hidden underneath the layers of black they have on.

What’s your eye color?

“Brown.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

They’re confused, if the eyebrows furrowing from underneath their fringe is anything to go by. They ponder the question for a moment, long ears twitching in thought. “…Happy endings.”

Any special talents?

There’s no pause here whatsoever.

“I like to think I’m good with knifework. And moving around in the dark.”

They flick one of their ears a little, adding: “These help with the latter.”

Do you have any pets?

“No.”

What sports do you play?

“None.” A tiny pause, then: “Unless dance counts?”

Noha shifts again, but uncomfortably. Seems they didn’t mean to let that slip.

How tall are you?

They start to answer, but then a piece of paper magically pops up in their lap. They blink once, twice, thrice at it before picking it up and reading it—with a bit of difficulty. “…It says here I’m 5’6” in your measurements. Whatever that means.”

They crumple the note up and stuff it into a pocket out of view.

What was your favorite subject in school?

“Didn’t go to a traditional school,” they shrug.

When the interviewer nudges them for a more in-depth answer, they sigh and reply, “I did like mathematics.”

What is your dream job?

The longest pause yet follows, and the interviewer starts to repeat their question, thinking Noha missed it. Before they can do that, however, they answer, quieter than ever:

“…I’d like to be something different from what I am now.”

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They are staring holes into the floor, and when the interviewer dismisses them, the whole room goes dark. After a few moments, the lights come back on and Noha is gone.

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blanks and tags under the cut!

tag game list! lemme know if you’d like on/off!

@sableglass @dioles-writes @ash-thedrawer @allaboutmagic @paeliae-occasionally

@astor-and-the-endless-ink @vsnotresponding @nightlylaments @glbettwrites @thebookishkiwi

@verdant-mainframe

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and the blanks:

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have any kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What is the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye color?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Do you have any pets?

What sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favorite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

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Is there an OC you don’t like and/or don’t enjoy writing?

Oh how I hate writing villains 😔 they’re all so mean! And I’m not mean, at least I hope not.

Specifically Lloyd I hate that guy 😒

But I also find it hard to write Evie and Noha, because the former speaks so elegantly, while the latter doesn’t speak so I need to write their actions and hope that readers get them.