#lenmura

[stix-n-bread]

Some Miss Janeth and Nomura rocking out action for shipping fun?

you can say they’re ‘rocking out’ by playful slow dancing to an orchestral version of darude sandstorm

[dreamcrow]

BRUUUUUH Okay it took a second to think, but that's just the coffee still trying to kick in, because when I thought of it I JUST KNEW!! GAAAAAHH "I Wish You Would Write a Fic Where .... BARBARA AND WALTER GO TO AN OPERA TOGETHER AND WATCH IT. Perhaps on a double date with Nomura and Lenora? Ooo with like ticket shenanigans, and OPERA/THEATRE DISCOURSE. pt 1

Walter trying desperately to enjoy the show while Nomura and Lenora desperately try not to sway Barbara into enjoying their specific tastes (Your pick. Although I’ve always HCed Nomes being very Romantic(™) but like, I know we’ve talked fdkgldfk no worries haha) BECAUSE

the meat and potatoes is just: A fic using a ~FANCY~ double date scenario where you can let /your/ love of opera fly!!! However that happens is just [chef kiss]

nico please i've already gone through the trouble of inventing an elaborate, in-depth hc for How Glamours Work For Changelings After The Eternal Night do NOT give me more places to use it in

they go to see handel's giulio cesare in egitto. there is a lot of debating initially because Hard Agree, nomura is indeed a Romantic, but lenora's tired of verdi and vivaldi's orlando furioso is too many layers of charlemagne rpf for barb to deal with so [public school history teacher voice] "surely we can all agree on the entertainment value of the roman civil war, yes?"

they rent a whole box, partly bc idk glamours get uncomfortable after a while or sthg but also partly because strickler is old and fucking loaded, and wants to give barb as close to The Real 1724 Experience™ without also cheering on fistfights breaking out in the pit. they end up paying attention through everything, even the recitatives, because barb is amazed at how they're just—chanting, walter, they're still singing even the boring parts in between all the feelings. and nomura might roll her eyes a little bit but then lenora cuts in with some sort of unhinged dramatic theoretical comment and all she can think is: well. maybe i'm glad i didn't murder the little bastard back in edirne, after all.

the fic is entitled caro/bella or something else similarly suitably schmoopy and pretentious. i get to work in at least one dumb anecdote about how strickler definitely knew senesino, or something, bc that man was up to Shenanigans and i feel like strickler would think his weird hot-and-cold employment with handel is hilarious; nomura gets a little misty-eyed when caesar and cleopatra reunite; and we all go home with just a little more appreciation for baroque opera. i may die content.

[creativenicocorner]

I don’t have the time to write this right now, but I just want this to exist somewhere in the world, if anyone wants to build on it -go for it my pal! 

Imagine!! A Lenora/Nomura pottery making date.

Nomura, brushed off how excited she was for such a date as long as she could, due to some internalized things she’s still working through about being nervous around sharing her interests too much, and Lenora just “A-huh, sure babe” acceptingly until they reach the building. And Nomura smells that clay, sees those pots, and has her pupils blown with excitement. And Lenora, knowingly smiles and takes Nomura by the hand, and together they just lovingly start this date! 

And they’re both just, having fun, cackling to each-other, maybe writing little silly notes to each other while the instructor of the class is dishing out important hot tips. 

And just....oooooof HANDS YO the use of your hands making something!! and just, UUUGGGHH Lenora nearly destroying her clay creation cause she got distracted by how malleable Nomura is with her hands, working with the clay while not backing down from the clay. 

And when Nomura notices she chuckles with a, “Staaaap! Dork.” and lovingly marks Lenora’s cheek and nose with wet clay. 

And just...Nomura being blown away at how strong she wasn’t expecting Lenora’s hands to be. Sure Lenora has strong hands, in certain senses, but this...watching those thin nimble fingers. 

And then the two of them walking arm and arm with clay marks on their cheeks and in parts of their hair laughing into the large blue California sky. Only for those big chest heavy chuckles to deplete as a kiss on the cheek turns into a slow head turn, and that slow head turn turns into a slow kiss, that leads to another, and a breathy chortle of “oooh chalky.” and a quip of, “Burt’s bees better run for his money.” and a, “Good clay shaping does require ample hydration.” and then- after a long set stare the words, “Shape me.” tumble as fast as the thumping of one’s heartbeat in one’s ears...and it’s just a mad dash to the bedroom from there.

Idk friends I’m just sighing and yearning on this fine Thursday evening. 

[stix-n-bread]

Oh man oh man I can't choose! Okay, on the off chance you're still doing the Valentines Kissing prompt, might I please request a Lenmura (Lenora and Nomura) with O3 or E2? Many thanks in advance! Hope all is well!

in O3! :)

(the meme)

[dreamcrow]

For the WIP questions please! in my sleep i dreamed of waking: 8; for bodyswap au: 12, 14; Gaggletack Slap Bracelets: 13, 16(if you want hehe); General: 19, 11, 25

this ask walked into my house, watered my plants, completed my skincare routine, and cooked me a delicious meal oh my god tysm as always nico for the delicious ask!! :v

for in my sleep: 

8. when creating the characters for your wip, what came first to you?

i still remember exactly how the first draft of in my sleep began, actually!

When she's in the hospital, after the concussion, she dreams of flying.

Nothing clear, nothing distinct. She's had flying dreams before, though never as clearly as this one. It's not a nightmare, she thinks. The dreamscape, for what it is, is almost relaxing, a soft plain of moonlight-colored clouds below, and a thousand thousand stars twinkling like rhinestones against the blue-velvet sky above. Whatever the narrative is, it stays disjointed and vague: something is happening, something urgent, though exactly what is never clear. Sometimes, she can almost remember a voice, but it's never quite clear enough to make out; on waking, she never remembers what was so pressing.

She can never recall any more than any other fragments of dream, nonsensical, embarrassing, terrifying or otherwise. All that's left, when there's anything left at all, is a series of impressions: terror, exhilaration, freedom.

And even in the waking world, the impressions linger.

parts of this got recycled later, particularly into the escape from the museum. but originally this fic was something much more...art film-y, something jungian and weird, about linked consciousnesses and prophetic dreams. trying to recreate the feeling when—you've just woken up, and you're trying to remember a dream that's already fading. which is still really cool!! all stuff i'm still interested in. just...something to be saved for a different fic, hehe.

for [as yet untitled] bodyswap au: 

12. what part is the hardest to write?

honestly................the plotting in this is kind of killing me, tbh. i've got some great *moments* but nothing to really paste them together? and absolutely no idea how to finish it, lol. the fic starts the day after strickler gives barbara the charm, but the whole bodyswapping thing changes the canon trajectory of events pretty substantially! i got pretty lucky with in my sleep as i could basically just crib off of whatever the actual show had already written, but with this i'm in much more uncharted territory. which gives me a lot of freedom! but which also is vaguely terrifying.

14. tell us about an upcoming scene that you’re excited about.

when jim realizes his mom's not his mom ;)c

for gaggletack slap bracelets:

13. are there scenes that you cut already?

oh for sure. barb finding the amulet, for one (too clunky!); also the old detention scene (nothing happened, and now we...meet someone important :3c). other than that however everything in this au is so preliminary there's not much that's gotten the opportunity to be cut yet! :v

16. give a spoiler.

lenora turns to look at barbara, eyes wide, hands clasped tight around the staff. 

"tell zelda," she says, voice small and sure and brave. "tell her—i love her."

in general:

11. how do you structure your plot?

backwards! most of my fic concepts start with a single Scene, which i can usually envision pretty clearly. once i've got that, it's mostly a matter of putting up the scaffolding that lets us get to that point. as a consequence, though, i'm terrible at coming up with endings ´ A `

19. do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

hmm...usually. at least how i want it to end, lol. though see above re: bodyswap au—sometimes the idea just comes at you, and you just gotta roll with it! (ง •̀_•́)ง but i cling to the illusion of control.

25. what authors and books have inspired you to write your work?

aside from the typical 'authors i read when i was younger' (k. a. applegate, brian jacques, terry pratchett) the shameful fact is that i simply do not read much non-fic nowadays! which is regrettable, but...not sure how to fix it, tbh. (i don't handle audiobooks well, and most of my 'reading new things' headspace is dedicated to my dayjob, for which i read actually quite a bit, but nonfiction, most of which is...not written for clarity, to put it mildly.) every time i try to get back into reading, i end up feeling so overwhelmed... maybe if i just assign myself a single book at a time? or just get back into my library's ebook app. hmm.

[creativenicocorner]

Hello Brave New World! 

The Lenora / Nomura content you didn’t know you wanted!! Still thinking of a ship name, cause from what I can tell there hasn’t been much content for these two together?  

There should be, I think - Cause if you think about it, it’s kind of grand! Like sdkkdfdjgds you have a beatnik theatric actor/ math teacher and an opera theater loving museum curator and they can BOTH recite works they love and kick ass like!! like!!  AND DON’T GET ME STARTED WITH THE POTENTIAL OF STAGE COMBAT / REAL COMBAT OOF 

BONUS:

Is it Jenomura? Jomura? Zelneth? Noneth? Hey nonny noneth? ( get it? like hey nonny nonny?)   

I’d like to thank the 90′sTrollhunterBarbaraAU for opening my eyes that people might be interested in this ship!  

So here’s a bit of reading content from a WIP @random-emerald-thoughts​ and myself have been working on together! It’s been sitting in docs since sdfndsnfd January?? oh boy  - it’s still pretty rough (shared with mutual permission)  //

"Do you know how many fringe shows I was a part of?? How many non paying gigs I accepted in between commercial auditions just to feel alive in this industry?"

Nomura had no idea, but by Janeth's tone and how the guinness slopped out of her glass, need only imagine.

"It's a numbers game Zelda, and I wasn't lucky."

"Oh boy" Nomura said reaching across for the glass, "that's enough for you."

"Nooo!" Janeth hissed retracting into herself dragging the beer closer and sloshing more liquid over the rim. Strickland blinked. Her eyes narrowed at Nomura behind those black  thick rimmed glasses. "I haven't had nearly enough in both beers," she hiccuped loudly. "Or..." She paused blinking owlishly up at the ceiling in search for the words that were tapping around in her inebriated brain. "Theatre!" She hollered  in remembrance, raising her glass high in triumph the last of Guinness going over her shoulder and hit a passing server full in the face.

Nomura winced at the swears the server flung under his breath. Was ready to defend if the server had other words to say, but the tired underpaid worker did nothing but shuffle off around the corner to complain to fellow coworkers while toweling down.

"Alright...yes...theater." said Nomura who tried to think of some other way to persuade the glass from Janeth's hand.

Alas the thespian wouldn't have it, and with her glass she raised it further and went as far as to stand as she declared. "But I don’t want to be talked to like some incurably sick patient you have to comfort. Oh, I suppose I am sick, one of those weak and divided people who slip like shadows among you solid strong ones. But sometimes, out of necessity, we shadowy people take on a strength of our own. I have that now. You needn’t try to deceive me. You needn’t try to comfort me."

Nomura blinked and was, for the most part impressed. As for the rest of the part, "Alright Alma, no comforting here." and with a swoop she hoisted the human over her shoulder leaving Strickland to foot the bill.

Strickland, watching the struggling pair, merely crossed his legs with a sigh. It wasn't entirely how he thought the evening would go.

"Frankly I was more of a Chekov admirer myself." he said to no one in particular, and perhaps the awkward server trying to slide the bill his way. However the server was equally distracted as he also watched the scene.

The changeling needed to only give him a look to send the server on his way.

With a mini triumphant smirk and head wiggle Strickland clicked his pen, "All in the subtext."

//   

sdkdkf in which Lenora doesn’t know just Shakespeare, sometimes she drunkenly monologues Tennessee Williams 

[dreamcrow]

For the prompt might I humbly request a house Gaggletack Slap Bracelets? Perhaps a double date of Stricklake and Lenmura or OR!!! omg - laser. tag.!!! O:

so despite trying to integrate all the elements of this it still feels like this is perhaps not exactly what you envisioned…?? they are, i swear, coming back from a double-date at laser tag ∠( ᐛ;; 」∠)_

491 words | local baby gay bullied gently mercilessly by little brother, film at 11

Nomura rounds on him. “You taught her nǒnat?!”

“She was curious,” he says, like that’s an explanation. Like it’s just some totally normal thing for a human to speak changeling, like he hasn’t broken about five thousand years of law just for his stupid, fleshbag crush. “And she’s not just any human, Nomura—”

“Yeah, because she’s the Trollhunter!”

“You’re just sore she beat us,” he says, because even in the human world, Stricklander is still the biggest brat in the Darklands. “You never think humans can do anything. So when you lost, at some normal human game—”

“She’s not a normal human,” Nomura huffs. “You just said so.”

“—when you lost,” he continues, “to a normal human, without the amulet or anything, you’ve always got to take your frustrations out on someone. And since it can’t be Lenora—”

“Oh, don’t you dare.”

He matches her eyes, like he’s going to try to stare her down. But after a moment, he just looks away.

“It’s not the worst thing, you know.” He switches back to English, then, like that’ll make this any easier to hear. “They’re not all as bad as they told us.”

“They’re humans.” She wants to believe him, but she knows, from experience, where Stricklander’s naiveté will get them. “One of them is the Trollhunter. You and I both know what they think of us.”

“They aren’t,” he insists. “At least—not all of them, anyway. And especially not Lenora, not when it comes to you.”

She snorts. “It’s a nice thought, adi. But you don’t know that—”

“Have you seen how she acts around you?”

She’s only spent most of the past few weeks thinking about it. The way Lenora laughs. Her skill in recitation. Her infuriating opinions on nineteenth-century drama. (As if A Doll’s House can hold a fucking candle to Gynt—!) Her excellent opinions on twentieth-century cinema. The way their hands have touched, or almost touched, exactly sixty-seven times. 

Not that she’s counting, or anything.

“It’s still not an excuse to get cozy,” she says, as much to herself as to him. Then, with more emphasis: “Humans always act like that around their friends. Especially the girls.“ 

“Oh, Nomura.” He looks like he wants to laugh, then, which only makes it worse. “They definitely don’t.”

The heat that’s come over her cheeks is bordering on intolerable. Lenora’s hands are so soft, it’s not her fault she—she notices things. Collecting intel is her thing, it’s what changelings do. What they’re good at, what they’re made for.

So if the Lady didn’t want her to notice some fleshbag’s finer qualities, a very, very quiet part of her thinks, maybe She shouldn’t’ve made her so fucking good at it.

“Anyway,” she says. “It’s not important. I’m not—I’ve got responsibilities, adi.”

“I was just trying to help.” He shrugs, carefully nonchalant. “All I’m saying is, being her tutor makes a good excuse for lots of things. Coming over. Staying late.”

“Stricklander!”

[creativenicocorner]

👀

A beautiful lovely hodgepodge!