#thx nora :}

[lightningseeker]

Just saw a post about Jean’s French accent and how he must pronounce Jeremy’s name… AND NOW I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. I never really considered how he says some names, but OMG, I can almost hear him saying 'Jérémy' with that French lilt!

[daddyduncan69]

nora's acespec representation so good it made me realize i was asexual

[obsessing-over-fictionn]

the ‘oh mickey you’re so fine’ trend going around is literally everyone to neil

[sheepory]

Trick or treat!

wow!!! oh ive got a great treat for ya!

[image id: sheepory in a witch costume excitedly holding out a squier jazz bass. end id]

the squier 40th anniversary jazz bass vintage edition satin seafoam green! keep it shredding, kid

[hadesisqueer]

What real world nationality do you think each of Ruby’s group would be?

Like, Weiss and Jaune seem reasonably obvious, but Blake has references/clues from all over the place, while Ruby doesn’t really seem to have any as far as I can tell (aside from maybe being half Chinese cause of Tai).

Working on a fic and I’m having trouble with this, so thx if you decide to answer and anyone else with “two cents” to give!

Weiss would be of German and French heritage. Jaune, French. Ruby, I'm guessing European as well and Chinese (Vale looks like Florence so I like to headcanon those two are Italian lmao). I feel like Yang would be of Chinese and Japanese heritage, perhaps Welsh as well. Ren is Chinese. Nora is Scandinavian. Pyrrha would be Greek. And I feel like Blake would likely be American with a very mixed heritage

[pseudophan]

Hey Nora

I've been thinking about creating a phan blog (after almost 10 years of lurking) but cannot come up with a cool username for the life of me. Any ideas? Thx

honestly i'm probably the wrong person to ask cause i chose my username at 16 and all i did was go down a list of words starting with p cause i wanted (written) alliteration and then i was like... ok pseudophan is very funny cause its like Fake Fan/Fake Phannie/Not A Phannie/But Like I Am Obviously/He He Clever/Whatever

no but i feel like my brain is still stuck in the 2014 era of urls. like i want to recommend you [adjective][phan/dan/phil/howell/lester/etc] shit. but that's probably not the vibe anymore. you could go the classic route of just some random thing they've said at some point i guess?

although! actually. one thing about urls. if you want your url to be memorable i do recommend choosing something very specific. like doing smth like one of their names with a couple of letters changed is cool cause it looks like you've got an almost "canon" url, but it doesn't make you very memorable to people. "dqnhowell" looks cool but most people won't remember it as You. but you might not even want that so that's not necessarily an issue, just something you might want to think about

i'd offer you one of my saved urls but tumblr made me delete most of them a couple of years ago so all i've got now are phannibal, vday and interactiveintroverts. if anyone wants phannibal you can have it but i'm keeping the other two, vday cause its just way too funny to me and the ii one cause lola gave it to me cause she didn't want to hoard it herself and it doesn't rly feel like it's my url to give out. i feel like i should use it for something important one day though like that's kind of a ridiculous url to just let sit there

[spadesofgrass]

Because I have a hard time deciding what I should work on next, here's a poll lmao

*ensues (can't change poll smh)

[isaacthefallen]

I wrote a fic btw. Very artsy, super angsty. I’ve got a Kevaaron in the works too. Thx besties

[eurydicejones]

im doing an intro post now bc im more active woohoo

my name is leo or nora or any variation of eurydice idc. i use any pronouns idgaf gender is fake anyways

i am 18+ thats all ur getting out of me

this blog is basically just. anything im interested in. mostly pagan and witchcraft stuff mostly pagan stuff but like. i also like art and memes and social justice and musicians and whatever.

i worship aphrodite and hestia!!! i am a devotee of both.

also i have autism thats important and cool and also i have a boyfriend he has autism too hes cute

anyways thx guys

[im-s0rry]

Pocket Sand - Pilot Episode: Inkwel and Shikari

Inkwel: Hehehe! W ll hiya the e, Mi s Shikari!

Shikari: Oh, it's yXu. Get Xut of hXre, I DXN'T want tX talk.

Inkwel: I don't me n to be rud b t I don't re lly... want t ...

Funny Stor , most of th peopl here ar n't the fr endliest... and if they ar , they pr bably want to k ll you... Hehehe....

Shikari: YeXh, and I WXll, tXo. Keep mX out of thXs you SXft littlX freak.

How'd yXu even gXt herX? You get thrXwn in here Xs a thrXwaway ItXm or sXmething?

Inkwel: Hehehe... No, I'm just l ke you. A Shadow Crystal h lder...

Shikari: ThXt's hard to belXeve.

Inkwel: It s but it's true. I als had on of those Crystals.

Shikari: Yeah but thXse don't savX you frXm lXXking likX you'd be beXten to a pXlp in less than a sXcond.

Inkwel: Hehehe, y u don't think 'm tough, don't you m ss? I'm plenty t ugh!

Shikari: I wasn't talkXng abXut that, you're a FXXKING plXshie.

Inkwel: Hey! Th t wasn't n ce...

Hmmmm... h s anyone h re told yo abo t my EYES?

Shikari: NXpe.

Inkwel: Hehehe! W ll in th t case!

*Inkwel puts his puppet in one of the holes where his eye should have been. Shikari looks on in mild amusement.*

Shikari: So? YXu don't hXve eyXs? I knXw likX five Xther DarknXrs thXt havX the same thXng-

Inkwel: Oh I wasn't b rn lik this! Mr Ro k stole them!

Shikari: . . .WhXt?

Inkwel: Ye h! He r pped them all o t and left me to d e in m set! Hehehe!

Shikari: . . .

Inkwel: And if y u don't mind m add ng to that, but wh n I did g t them b ck, I turn d int a fre ky monst r!

Shikari: . . .Huh. . .ThXt's . . .MetXl as fXXk.

Inkwel: Th t's not h w I would w rd it, b t sure!

Shikari: So lXke, are yXu tryXng to gXt rXvenge on thXt Rook GXy?

Inkwel: Oh no n no! I w uld never! R venge is wr ng and it'd be cru l of me t do that!

Shikari: . . .He lXft you to dXe. . .

Inkwel: Ye h. . .But p ople can ch nge and ma be he'll r alize that he mad a mist ke some t me in the fut ure! Hehehe!

Shikari: . . .MXn. And I thXught yXu were kind Xf cXXl for a sXcond. You'rX just anXther WXMP likX the rXst of thXm.

Inkwel: I g t that a lot. . .hehehe. . .I he rd that fr m my wife n our f rst date. . .

Shikari: Hm?

Inkwel: Oh yeah! My w fe! Sh 's the best. . .b t I can't t lk to her when I'm h re...

Shikari: WhXt? Did shX dXe or somethXng?

Inkwel: h HEAVENS no! She's j st kind f. . .liv ng in a re lm betwe n realit is all!

W it. . .maybe I c n talk to her h re! Th s ain't a qu ote- n-q ote can n story s I think she c n come ov r!

Shikari: FXXking go for it.

Inkwel: Alr ghty!

*A few minutes pass*

Inkwel: h Shikari!

Shikari: WhXt do yXu want- HXLY SHXT.

Nora: You must be that Shikari girl he was talking about. I'm Nora.

Inkwel: I pulled some strings nd w s able to g t h r here!

Shikari: BRX.

YXU DIDN'T TXLL ME SHX WXS A BXDDIE.

Inkwel: what the fuck did you just call my wife?

- End of Pilot -

Bonus Fanart for making it to the end!

Shikari by: @mercair

Inkwel, Nora, and Rustflare by: Me!

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Oh man, I wanna know about all of them. But mostly, I want to understand what ‘Merder’ means, so that one, pls and thx.

MerDer (Meredith and Derek) should maybe just be called grey's anatomy AU

I want Alex as a new, kinda slutty intern who accidentally sleeps with his new boss (neurosurgeon Henry Fox) the night before his first day as an intern at the hospital his mom was an accomplished surgeon at. There's a lot of opportunity for angst, and dark and twisty alex.

Nora would of course be Cristina, how could i not. it almost writes itself.

it's another just line on the idea doc that i screamed at grace about for a minute.

wip game

[rabbitess]

@candytwist and @pangeasoftware tagged me for the 10 songs from the spotify on repeat playlist. spotify is not my primary mode of music consumption but here are 10 regardless :3 thx guys

Planet Telex - Radiohead

Jenny put the kettle on - Nora Brown

Hey - Low

Beautiful (2023 edit) - A.G. Cook

haters make my music better - Technopagan

Emo Boy - Ayesha Erotica

Feel it out - Yaeji

Foal - Holy Fawn

Seedless Star - Cloakroom

Asia - Salem

idk what this playlist is giving. woke kawaii criminal maybe. I tag @wikiiileaks and @babybear

[trollblivion-ooc]

mm weaponkinds for nora, akri, and cosmos.. got help from @trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc deciding, thx

[morally-gray101]

can we talk about how exy courts have no fucking nets. there are just squares painted on the fucking plexiglass. but the squares aren't just squares- no no my friend... THE SQUARES LIGHT UP? why are the goals just light up sketchers??? is there even walls on an exy court like in ice hockey? or is it just clear all the way down? i HATE THIS STUPID BASTARD SPORT. nora please come back from the dead ten years later just to explain the full logistics of the exy court. pls and thx

[pseudophan]

The happiest of birthdays to you, Nora! Thank you for singlehandedly bringing me back into fandom and while reading your blog, I truly felt like I never left. Thx for being awesome cheers ♡

thank you :')) and you're welcome (evil laugh)

[spadesofgrass]

"...from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born...”

Pairing: Trystan x Nora (Crimes of Passion)

Rating & Warning: Teen. Some strong language

Word Count: 546

Premise: In the aftermath of the fire at the Iverson Ball, Nora and Trystan seek to recover. (Thx for the prompt @choicesmc. Although I don't recall the prompt list from where it is from, if I remember it right it is - "waking up together")

___

The ER is unsettling. Nora wakes up and the overwhelming smell of chlorine takes over her. They’ve treated her cuts, they are no longer bleeding and she can perhaps breathe a little easier. She doesn’t get up, not yet. There’s pain in her arm that she can’t quite put her finger on. Her eyes are fixated on the ceiling, a few framed pictures, a manual stuck to the wall on how to operate a fire extinguisher. She smells vaguely of burnt somethings. The ER isn’t busy, maybe they’re having her rest because she isn’t a serious case. Unsettling fucking fear. God it feels like the morning after, with the awkward conversation. Am I dying? Did people cry? Jesus.

The lovely people at St Mark’s have given her a cup of water. She can’t move her arm to lift it up to her lips. The dress is itchy, with parts of it torn off towards the end. Ugly patches of burnt black soot stick to her legs. Her shoes are somewhere. Cold air blows in and she’s in dire need for blankets. She turns to her left, finding her arm awkwardly dangling off of the bed.

Trystan’s next to her, on a different bed. His eyes are closed. Not dead. Okay. Good. He’s breathing. Knocked out, but breathing. There are small untreatable cuts across his face. Nobody’s bothered rubbing the soot off of his cuts. No shoes either. 

His right arm is bandaged - supposedly a bad sprain from lifting a giant bookshelf. He’s supposed to be resting it on something. She tries to push it away from the edge of his bed, perhaps onto that pillow that was supporting it, but it is aggressively stubborn. Pointing at her, accusatively. Or is it reaching out? No. Pointing. Accusing. Pinning the blame on her. Bethany Delgado. She’s dead, he’s knocked out. Nora hates herself.

Trystan wakes up, all groggy. They give a look at their dress shirt, feeling the material as if to test if they can feel again. The light hits his face and he winces. It feels weird. A weird, fucked up rebirth. Nora doesn’t taste the alcohol in her mouth anymore. Her hands feel glued back together and she breathes in clean air. Only thing she feels is regret for even waking up. She hasn’t been in the ER in years. This is a bad, bad cycle. She turns again to Trystan who is now directly staring at her, taking her in. They push their bandaged arm off the pillow-rest again, reaching out. Do you know what’s happening? Do you feel this?

Trystan attempts to sit up, Nora stops him. He croaks out a response, but it is a cough. A bad, dry cough. The dress shirt is itchy with remnants of soot still attached to the fabric. Nora slowly stands up, finding a pair of surgical scissors in a stand nearby. Close. She cuts out the burnt dark parts of Trystan’s shirt, careful not to dig the blades into their torso before cutting the ends of her dress - a bit from the sleeves in a similar fashion. 

“That was expensive. God I can -- argh--” Trystan takes another deep breath. “Still hurts, but I am better. Little. Do I look like shit?”

“Yeah.” Nora doesn’t smile.

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