#eleganceviscera

[talismangallant]

Holla Atcha Girl

-- talismanGallant [TG] began pestering eleganceViscera [EV] --

TG: yo where you at TG: a little birdie told me to see if you were like alive or some shit TG: i see your name lit up but theres no yak yak yakking TG: gimme some love

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...huh. Just realized.

((Nora is, like, 4 feet 5.5 inches tall, and a bit of a twig. 4 feet almost-8 inches with her horns included.

I think Val, her coplayer, is easily at least 6 and a half feet without her horns. On her the "twigginess" just turns into elegant willow-limbs. Val's hair, while braided, is longer than she is tall.

...Welp, this explains the wing sizes. :/ Val has tall wings because she's tall. And she's still a teenager, wtf brain.))

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more headcanons

As a human-troll hybrid, Nora has God Tier wings. They're fairly small (or at least Nora thinks they are-- her only standard for comparison has been her coplayer's wings, and EV's are kind of freaking large. The shape of Norrha's wings does make them 'smaller' than 'normal' troll GT wings, though) and are a mix of butterfly and bird. The feathers sprout from the bases of the wings and the main frames of them are insectoid. She keeps them hidden under her clothes via something similar to a binder.

Nora's coplayer's GT wings are closer to the normal size  pretty dang big, even compared to other God Tier trolls and are graced with one long, trailing downwards-pointing feather coming out of a cluster of small feathers like some kind of moth antenna thing have less feathers than Norrha's do.

Akeela is literally physically unable to auto-Disapprove of candy-red-blooded trolls.

Nora and her coplayer both swear on the "Muse and Lord", ie, Calliope and Caliborn. They know quite a bit about Cherubs in general.

Nora likes to give people things and likes making people happy.

When Nora overuses her Psionics, the repercussions progress as follows, with should-be-crippling headaches at all stages: dizziness and anemia => bleeding from the ears and deafness => nosebleed and even worse headaches plus body aches/soreness => bleeding from the eyes => blindness => Burnout & Death. She has hit the deafness stage often enough to know the signs of it by heart (as a God Tier, the deafness is only temporary because her burst eardrums heal over time).

Nora refuses to speak whenever she is deafened because she knows she will be unable to control the volume (and monitor the language) of her voice and doesn't want to be "annoyingly unintelligible" or "talk too loud" and therefore inconvenience other people.

Nora is a fan of danmaku/the bullet hell genre, specifically Touhou. She looks up to Patchouli Knowledge (books and magic and knowledge, plus a 'squishy' body just like her), Marisa Kirisame (doesn't let anyone look down on her for "daring to claim to be a Magician" when Marisa is "just" a human and not a Magician Youkai), Miss Mima (She reminds her of Akeela a bit, for one thing), Cirno (never ever gives up goshdarnit, no matter how many times she's beaten down), Keine (archiving and history and changing Time yes plz), Byakuren (wants peace between two races, for one)... And Kogasa, the umbrella karakasa. The "ugly, worthless, discarded umbrella" that was forgotten for a hundred years and became a Yokai as a result. Kogasa Tatara is Nora's favorite, because she reminds Nora of herself. Nora also likes Nue a lot for similar reasons.

Do not hurt people in front of Nora.

Even more importantly, do not hurt people Nora cares about, even just as acquaintances/maybe-friends. Do not hurt people Nora cares about. Do not hurt people Nora cares about. DO NOT HURT PEOPLE NORA CARES ABOUT. ...You have been warned.

((I later came back and edited this while adding the info to the blog's actual headcanons page, as evinced by the cross-outs and stuff.))

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Nora’s coplayer is a jade-blooded troll. She wears a small bell on each horn, but you still probably won’t hear her coming unless she wants you to. She used to wish she hadn’t been born a jadeblood so she could grow up to be a Laughsassin/troll-ninja instead of being confined to the brooding caverns.

Nora honestly has no clue what a First Guardian is.

Nora and her coplayer don’t have ancestors. Their session also lacked a Scratch device.

Nora truly does consider her Lunar to be her first true home. She was an orphan in her old universe.

Nora greatly enjoys weaponizing the heck out of her array modus just because she can.

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Don't Follow the Rabbit- thesisGarroted

((You asked for Nora but wanted all three, soooo~!))

Your earliest memory is of words. You'd been too young to open your eyes, but you still understood the language, if not the meaning. You certainly understand it now. Sometimes you wonder what it would have been like to have a red-blooded troll as your charge instead of Norrha. You were made for it, after all.

Each time, you can't help but think you still would choose her. The mere idea that you wouldn't is simply amusing-- Norrha is your charge and you are her Lusus. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"What the bulgefondling fuck is THAT?! It- it has FEATHERS! We're breeding a Lusus worthy of the Sufferer Reborn, not an omen of the apocalypse!"

"Isn't it terrifying? No one will dare touch the Second Signless with a Lusus like this!"

"It's tiny and hideous. Get rid of it."

"Wh-?"

"Now, before I cull you for sheer stupidity!"

Your second-earliest memory is of pain.

It's hot. Scorchingly, boilingly, tortuously hot. The heat is making you dizzy. You've just landed on another platform of shifting gears, your ears ringing from the latest strike of Norrha's Denizen against the last one you were on.

...That's strange. This engraving looks like the one on a Quest Mortuary slab--

("LOOK OUT!")

Norrha's warm little hands are suddenly shoving you backwards, cloaked in her familiar, sparkling red and white Psionics-- what is she saying? You can't hear...!--, and her eyes are panicked, terrified--

("NOT THIS TIME NOT THIS TIME NOT THIS FUCKING TIME HE IS NOT GETTING YOU THIS TIME DAMMIT NOT THIS TIME...!!!")

The Psionic cradle carrying you abruptly fizzles out and you slam onto a new, momentarily safe platform just in time to watch the Denizen's massive hammer slam down onto your coplayer in a shower of blood.

Later, you swear you'd been able to hear the crunch through the ringing in your ears.

You'd known you would die, and that it would be Heroic. You'd tried everything else, looping over and over again as Hephaestus kept on killing her. What a sick Choice...!

But if that's the way it has to be, the only way to keep him from killing her, then so be it.

You push her aside and let the hammer fall--

(ASCEND, SCRIBE)

--...huh...?

There was the pain, and the darkness, and you KNOW that was Heroic, but... this isn't a dreambubble, you're still in--

--Hephaestus's palace.

Hephaestus. The Choice. Her or you.

Did that-- no, he couldn't have, the Choice is the Player's to make, he couldn't have Chosen for you...!

Where is she? Where's--

"MUSE AND LORD; NORRHA YOU CRAZY, PAN-ROTTED WIGGLER! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE XAT!"

She tackles you before you can turn around, and you realize you're crying with the force of your relief.

And if there are jade-toned tears joining your clear ones, well, it's not like you'll ever tell.

((Apparently the memories that wanted to be written were all sad/painful ones... ...I feel like an asshole now... x.x; ))