#NORMA-LER

[ampreh]

[TRF] Norma II

• Related to this : The Rust Factory - Norma (<- comics)

• Related to this : The Rust Factory - Norma (<- comics) I had SO much fun doing the vintage style of flash backs and imagination: I would have kicked myself for ignoring this very impactful style for its time.

Audrey pic: Context - Extract from the 2022 RP "It was the story of a corporate that had made a great scientific revolutionary invention! It was called D-Sire, a simple, medicated, fabulous everyday object that people couldn't live without. But during the process of improving the product, which was intended to target wider markets to make more profit, the D-Sire had unfortunately gone awry, causing a great catastrophe unparalleled among mankind. All cities had been wiped off the map, leaving only willless mutant humans and animals. The heroine had to flee her city, survive and fight her way back to the creator of the D-sire, who had abandoned his company and changed his identity. Coal was terrified of this cheap soap opera with its terrible special effects made of modelling clay and the saturated offbeat sound of the black-and-white picture on the small TV screen." A more than obvious reference to the AU Truffula Flu. And a huge reference to @audtreegrace, @miru667 's character. So of course, I don't have all the context since it's a vast AU with lots and lots of details, but I've got enough of a basis for my friends to recognize and that's good enough for me :> Nathan has already confused Audrey Grace with Audrey, the actress from their series HAHA. Alas, the Audrey and Ted of his world won't be born for several years. He didn't find the actress, but he did find a good friend with whom to talk for hours about anything and everything ♥

Norma Bellini pic: Well, Norma pin-up, because why not! In vintage calendar mode, because I love vintage aesthetics. And yes, those are the right dates I went to check on good old calendars haha. At first I wanted to do it in a swimsuit, but then I preferred the picnic. I love picnics.

Too big to fail pic: I had to do it! Of course I had to! The only time I've redone such an iconic portrait was for the first version of Cashtea-ler in the Let It Flow fanzine, in 2022 (I should do a new one with his new head). Nathan Cole (@1940s-onceler | @nalak-bel 's), in black and white in his best soot-colored suit!

Compilation : Just Normaler, to appreciate Normaler. On a more serious note, I like the idea that Nathan was guided throughout his first times by ladies, and not the reverse. I love this not-so-little whining man.

[weirdlythneederina]

My poor phone is at 9% but I'm gonna post this real quick! >:)

So Late Night HATES it when people just walk right into his office

Well... with the exception of Norma (who is his favorite person :3)

LN Norma:*Literally walks into Late Night's office unannounced*

LN Norma: (tiredly) Hey Once.

Late night: (cheerfully) Hi Norma!

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Scott might be a bit TOO loyal to the Onceler (Feat. My design for Norma)

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[thneederinaartdump]

Some random wips and sketches I never finished

1) Once-ler and Thneeodore

2) A design I did for Audrey (experiment)

3) Mr plant Sir sprout

4) Pouting Argos

5) A wally

6) A confused Norma

7) An uncomfortable Mr.Plant

8) Wally munching on an Apple

[metallicbluemorpho]

The Letter in Once-ler's Pocket (A Once-ler Fanfiction)

So for my next trick....err I mean fic, I'm going to post an old Normaler one-shot I did called the Letter in Once-ler's pocket. This fic is based on the story The Letter In The Wallet by Arnald Fine, and plays with the whole "Ted is Once-ler's grandson" theory.

fandom: The Lorax, The Once-ler Fandom

relationship: Normaler, Norma/Once-ler (when they are older)

word count: 2407

rating: G

warnings: None

Summary:

Ted finds a letter written by Once-ler's long-lost love. A letter that also reveals a shocking secret. After this discovery, Ted sets out the reunite the Once-ler with his beloved. Based on the story The Letter in the Wallet by Arnold Fine.

Notes:

I came across the story “The Letter in The Wallet” some time ago. I highly recommend the original story. It's a very unique and touching love story. I'm not even a huge romance person but I liked it. For some reason, the story reminded me of the popular fan theory regarding The Once-ler and Norma, so I wrote this one shot. I hope you enjoy the story and please consider checking out my other Once-ler fanfics). Thank you so much for reading. Important Note: Because Ted's Mom (Mrs.Wiggins) does not have a first name in the movie, I have named her Jenny after her voice actress (Jenny Slate) in this story.

It was a beautiful day. Sunny with a slight breeze. In the outskirts of Thnnedville, the Once-ler and Ted were watering the truffula tree saplings near the Once-ler's Lurkim.

“Hey Ted, I need to refill my watering can. I'll be right back.” Once-ler told Ted.

Ted nodded and waved back in reply. As Once-ler turned to head back to the Lurkim, a piece of paper fell out of the hole in his robe pocket, and began fluttering in the breeze. Ted saw the piece of paper and quickly caught it. He was about to head back to the Lurkim to give the paper back to Once-ler, when Ted noticed a familiar name written on it. It was signed by someone named Norma.

Ted hadn't intended to read it, but after seeing that name, curiosity overcame him and Ted unfolded it. He discovered that it was an old letter that read:

My Dearest Once-ler, After everything that has happened, with the trees gone and Thneed inc shut down, my mother has forbidden me from seeing you ever again. You took such great care to keep our family out of the limelight, to the point where the public never knew about our marriage and our daughter. My mother feels as though it would be better and safer if it stayed that way. Even if that means our little Jenny will never know about you. My heart is broken. Despite everything, I wish we could still be together. While I am greatly saddened by the loss of the trees, please know that I still love you nonetheless and I always will. -Norma

Ted's eyes widened in disbelief. Jenny was his mother, and Norma was his Grammy. This meant that the Once-ler was his grandfather! Right at that moment, Once-ler returned. When he saw Ted reading the letter, he dropped his watering can in shock.

“Where did you get that?” Once-ler asked.

“It fell out of your pocket.” Ted quickly returned the letter to him. “I'm sorry Mr. Once-ler, I didn't mean to read it but I saw the name Norma and I-”

“You know Norma?” Once-ler interrupted him.

“Yeah I know her, she's-” Ted saw Once-ler's expression and stopped himself. He figured that Once-ler wasn't ready for the whole truth yet.

“How is she? Is she just as spunky as she once was?” Once-ler asked earnestly.

“She's fine, and just as spunky as when you knew her. My mo- I mean Jenny's doing fine too.” Ted replied.

“Let me tell you something Ted.” Once-ler sighed. “When that letter came, my life ended. After that, I knew that I had truly lost everything. I loved them both so much.” Once-ler began to cry.

“Would you like to see them again?” Ted asked.

“More than anything Ted, but Jenny doesn't even know about me and I doubt Norma would ever forgive me after what I've done. I don't think they would ever want to see me again.” Once-ler replied.

“I think maybe they would.” Ted tried to reassure him “After all Gram-I mean Norma was the one who encouraged me to come out here to see you. She was the one who told me about the fifteen cents, the nail, and the great great great grandfather snail. She was also the one who bought you the marshmallows.

“She really did?” Once-ler's eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah. If I go ask her if she wants to see you and she says yes, will you come back to Thnnedville with me to see her and Jenny?”

Once-ler hesitated for a moment. “Yes, but only if she wants to, and if she doesn't then I understand. Take the letter with you and show it to her. Tell her I've kept it with me always. Tell her that I've always loved her and Jenny, and how much I miss them.” Once-ler looked up at Ted, hopeful but fearful.

“I sure will Mr. Once-ler.” Ted put the letter safely in his own pocket, hopped on his scooter, and made his way back to Thneedville. He could hardly wait to tell Grammy Norma what he had discovered. Ted reached his house and excitedly burst through the door.

“Grammy! Grammy Norma!” he shouted “Where are you?”

“I'm in the kitchen Ted.” Grammy Norma replied. She smiled when she saw her grandson enter the room.

“Did you just get back from The Once-ler's Lurkim?” Grammy Norma asked “How is he doing anyway? Hopefully things are better for him now that the trees are coming back.” she sighed.

“Yeah, he's doing fine,” Ted answered. “Anyways, I discovered something.” He pulled out the letter.

“Ted, Where did you get this?” Grammy Norma gasped, she recognized the letter instantly.

Ted handed her the letter and began to explain. “It fell out of the Once-ler's pocket. I picked it up and noticed your name was on it so I began to read it and...”

“So you know the truth.” Grammy Norma interrupted.

Ted nodded

“Does he know?” she asked.

“I told him that I know you and Mom, but he doesn't know that you're my Grammy and that Jenny is Mom. I didn't think he was ready to hear that part.” Ted answered, “Anyways, he told me to tell you that he always kept that note with him, and that he always loved you and Mom and that he misses you.”

“He did? He does?” Grammy Norma asked Ted with tears in her eyes.

“Yes,” Ted told her. “He said that he wants to see you and Jenny more than anything, but that he doesn't think you will forgive him.”

“Oh, Ted.” Grammy Norma sighed. “Come here, I want to show you something.”

She led Ted up to her room. Grammy Norma reached into a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a scrapbook, one that Ted had never seen before. She sat down on her bed, opened the scrapbook, and gestured for Ted to come over. When Ted saw the pictures inside, he stared in awe. The pictures were of a much younger Once-ler, along with other pictures of Once-ler and Norma together. Ted couldn't help but notice how much he and the Once-ler looked alike.

“He was so tall and handsome.” Grammy Norma sighed

“Grammy, Do you still love him?” Ted asked.

“Of course I do.” Grammy Norma replied “I meant what I wrote and I still do. Despite what had happened, I've never stopped loving him. More than anything I wish we could have been a family together.”

“So would you like to see him again?” Ted asked, “Maybe it' isn't too late, maybe we could still be a family.”

Grammy Norma paused thoughtfully for a moment, then finally spoke. “I'd love to see him again, but I'm not sure if it's possible now. Oncie felt so guilty about what had happened, he was so ashamed, that he never wanted to be seen again. He probably doesn't want to come back to town, especially after it has been so long. I understand. I'm just glad you were able to meet him Ted, and that the trees are back. That makes me so happy.”

“So you forgive him Grammy?” Ted asked “He's afraid that you're still mad at him.”

“I forgave him a long time ago.” Grammy Norma answered, “I knew how sorry he felt, unfortunately, it seems as though Oncie never forgave himself.”

“I'll go back and talk to him.” Ted got up and ran back to the kitchen. He grabbed the letter and headed for the door.

“Ted wait.” Grammy Norma called out to Ted from the top of the stairs.

“Yes, Grammy?” Ted looked up

“You can ask him, but don't get your hopes up.” Grammy Norma told Ted. “Tell Oncie that I forgive him and I still love him, but that I understand if he doesn't want to come back.”

Ted nodded “I will Grammy.” he hopped back on his scooter and made his way back to the Lerkim. Ted ran up the porch, rang the doorbell, and waited. Ted no longer had to worry about any booby traps, the Once-ler had removed them some time ago.

Once-ler opened the door and smiled nervously when he saw Ted.

“You're back already?” he asked.

Ted handed the letter back to Once-ler “Yep and I talked to Norma. She says that she forgave you a long time ago and that she's always loved you and that she misses you.

“She did? She does?” Once-ler asked.

Ted nodded “So do you want to go back?” he asked Once-ler “Grammy Norma says that she would love to see you again, but that she understands if you don't want to come back.”

“I don't know...” the Once-ler began. Then his eyes widened when he realized something. “Wait did you say Grammy Norma?”

Ted's eyes also widened when he realized what he had said. “Yes. Norma is my Grammy.”

“Norma is your...Grammy?” Once-ler asked in disbelief

“Yes, and Jenny is my Mom,” Ted replied.

“If Norma is your Grammy and Jenny is your Mom then that means....” the Once-ler paused “....that means you're my grandson!” he realized.

Ted nodded and waited for a moment while the Once-ler processed this information.

“I can't believe it!” Once-ler exclaimed “Though now that I think about it you do look a bit like I did when I was younger.” he chuckled.

Ted also laughed. “Yeah, Grammy Norma showed me the pictures. She told me you were so tall and handsome.”

The Once-ler began to blush at Ted's comment. “Really?” he asked Ted.

“Yeah really.”

“Well, I guess that settles it then.” Once-ler took a deep breath, pushing back any remaining nervousness he still had. “I want to go back and see Norma, and Jenny too.”

“Then let's go.” Ted headed for his scooter, with the Once-ler following behind him. “Are you ready?” he asked Once-ler, as they sat down on the scooter.

“As ready as I'll ever be,” Once-ler answered.

At that, Ted turned on the scooter and sped off towards Thneedville. Once-ler sat behind him, holding on to Ted with one arm and holding onto his hat with the other. Once-ler gazed in awe at his surroundings, it had been many years since he had seen Thneedville. The town looked amazing, and now with live trees, it looked even better. Ted finally stopped in front of his house and he and the Once-ler got off the scooter and headed up to the door.

“Let's ring the doorbell.” Once-ler suggested. “I don't want to barge in.”

“Ok.” Ted agreed as he pressed the button. Once-ler took another deep breath as he and Ted waited.

It was Ted's Mom, Jenny who opened the door. When she saw Ted with the Once-ler she looked confused.

“Ted who is this?” she asked.

“Mom, this is the Once-ler.” Ted explained “Grammy Norma told me about him. He's the one who told me about the trees and gave me the seed so I could bring them back.”

“I thought the Once-ler was just some story about a green-armed faceless recluse that lived in an Lurkim.” Jenny replied, now even more confused.

“Erm not exactly.” Ted laughed “Actually he's- let Grammy explain it to you. She's the one who knows him.”

Jenny, completely dumbfounded, turned to Grammy Norma who was sitting on the couch. “Mom do you know this guy?” she asked.

Norma turned towards the door and adjusted her glasses.

“Norma, it's Once-ler. Do you remember?” Once-ler asked

“Once-ler? Oh, Oncie! It's you!” Norma exclaimed

Once-ler slowly walked over to Norma, who quickly embraced him. Both of them started crying. “I missed you so much,” Norma whispered.

“I missed you too. I'm so sorry.” Once-ler replied. They both sat back down on the couch. Holding hands, and gazing into eachothers tear filled eyes.

“Can somebody please explain to me what the heck is going on?” Jenny shouted

“Jenny dear. This is the Once-ler,” Norma explained “He was my husband and your father, and he's Ted's grandfather.”

Jenny's eyes widened in shock as she sat down on the armchair. “How is that possible?” she asked “You told me my father died.”

“In a way I did.” Once-ler replied sadly “After the trees fell and I received that note, my life basically ended. I spent the remainder of my existence haunting that Lurkim like a ghost.” He looked down at the floor sadly as he handed Jenny Norma's letter.

While Jenny read the letter, Ted came over to Grammy Norma and whispered something in her ear. Norma nodded and Ted headed upstairs. He came back down with Grammy Norma's scrapbook. After his mom finished the letter. Ted handed her the scrapbook. She stared at the pictures in shock.

“Why didn't you ever tell me about him? What happened?” she asked Norma

It was the Once-ler who answered her. Norma continued to hold his hand as he told his daughter the same story he once told Ted about the trees. When Once-ler finally finished his story, Norma explained the story behind the note. Afterward, they all sat in silence for several moments before the Once-ler began to cry.

“I destroyed everything, and then I lost everything.” he sobbed “I know I don't deserve it and it's probably too late, but if you could ever possibly forgive me, I'd love to start a new life with you all.”

“I've already forgiven you and I've never stopped loving you.” Grammy Norma pulled Once-ler into another hug. “I'd love nothing more than to be with you again.”

Jenny, although still processing the news, had always longed to meet her father. She wiped away her own tears and nodded. “Yes, I'd love to have you in my life Dad.”

“Alright!” Ted cheered “Welcome to the family Grandpa!”

A few weeks later, a very special event took place at a chapel in Thneedville. Norma and the Once-ler had renewed their wedding vows. Ted stood next to the Once-ler as his best man, Jenny and Aubrey stood next to Norma as her bridesmaids, and it was none other than the Lorax who was the ring bearer.

“I'm really happy for you beanpole.” The Lorax whispered as he handed the couple the rings.

“Thank you,” Once-ler whispered in gratitude, before turning back to face his beloved bride.

As the Lorax watched the ceremony unfold, he smiled, grateful that along with the trees, the Once-ler was able to return and begin life anew.

[ask-artsy-oncie]

I was reminded of the time that tumblr tried to make "monster high but with tumblr sexymen", and one of the characters was (obviously) the daughter of the once-ler.

And the funny thing to me about that is that in the canon of the illumination lorax movie, the once-ler is heavily implied to have an estranged daughter. I don't know all the sexymen off the top of my head but I think he might've been one of the only ones referenced in that trend who actually had a daughter in his own canon.

[ask-benevoler]

stealing this man’s phone

Y’all I’ve been friends with this dude for less than a week, he’s my bestie and as his best friend I gotta tell y’all. Get this man a boyfriend.

GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE NORMA

lol he’s so silly

NORMA PLEA—

[all-things-normaler]

Oop, didn't expect to find new normaler content FRESH OUT OF THE OVEN this morning. This is amazingly good for an edit, WHAT.

I'd post the video, but I respect people and their credits, so... click the link and make sure to send love to the op!

[rory-g-flores]

What a lovely valentine's gift! 😍

"Lovely?..."

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That same Valentine's day:

[Once-ler]: "Has anyone seen Aurora? I've been looking for her and-...What's all this? And...Norma, what's wrong with her?"

[Norma]: "Uhh, y’all might wanna give her a sec.."

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"...Sure, it's lovely..."

[aguillar]

Mesmo com a relativa distância que agora os separava, ainda a podia sentir como a gravidade, o mantendo em sua órbita. Não se lembrava de uma única ocasião em que não estivera sob a força da atração que tanto precisava se esforçar para repelir. Eram polos opostos, e o magnetismo que ali o mantinha era algo que há muito havia desistido de negar para si mesmo, e que não podia ser dito em voz alta. Assistiu o dançar de seus dedos sobre a superfície da água, e mesmo o gesto inocente era suficiente para fazer sua imaginação perambular. Hesitante, seus olhos vagaram da mão até seu rosto, e então não pode conter seu deslizar: se permitiu a absorver por inteiro, a pele exposta sob o vapor, cada curva o parecendo convidar – conhecidas e há muito esquecidas, sabendo que tocá-las seria uma redescoberta para cada um de seus sentidos. O demorar de sua atenção onde não devia seria impossível de ocultar, e Santiago soube ter sido uma péssima ideia se colocar na situação em que estavam mas, como se assistisse um acidente, era incapaz de desviar o olhar. Por fim prendeu-se aos seus lábios, curvados por uma risada vazia, e todo seu corpo tensionou com a vontade de os provar. Estava fazendo seu melhor para manter-se respeitoso, mas era apenas um homem – sacudiu a cabeça como se para dissipar o desejo, o substituindo pelo único fragmento de si que ainda parecia capaz de raciocinar. ʿ Shit. Sorry. ʾ Ofereceu com o resquício de cortesia que lhe restava mas, de maneira quase travessa, pontuara a frase com um sorriso contido e um dar de ombros: não mostrava real remorso ao pedir desculpas porque não se arrependia do que vira.

De maneira cômica, talvez seu deslize a ajudasse a entender o porquê se havia afastado, como mais uma das peças do confuso quebra-cabeça que a julgava capaz de montar.

O espaço entre os dois lhe era desconfortável, mas servia para a proteger, e aquele era o lembrete a qual precisava se apegar. Poderia tolerar a dor em seu peito em troca de um breve momento se assim o quisesse, o sacrifício parecendo pouco frente ao conforto de a aninhar, mas não seria capaz de suportar a ferir se a deixasse chegar realmente perto e então a afastasse. Por vezes as palavras quase vinham à ponta da língua, implorando que ela o lesse e encontrasse todas as respostas, mas não o fazia por medo de que um castigo que era só seu também a viesse assolar. Estava preso em uma prisão de sua própria criação e, masoquista como era, não tinha desejo nenhum de escapar. Aceitaria o pouco como tudo e, com o mantra habitual como arma, teria que bastar.

Quando por fim se ocupou encarando as luzes que adornavam o ambiente, um sorriso agridoce adornava sua expressão. A ideia de que ela o deixaria para trás doía, sim, mas também o deixava feliz por vê-la tendo a coragem que lhe faltava, a confiança nas próprias habilidades, e a vontade compartilhada de desbravar o mundo. Sabia que nunca a poderia visitar: vê-la construir uma nova vida sem ele seria uma forma de tortura extrema demais até para ele. Por enquanto tinham o pairar de uma possível guerra sobre seus ombros, os mantendo ancorados no mesmo lugar, e Santi entendia o privilégio que era poder a ouvir falar sobre seus sonhos de maneira tão aberta em meio ao que viviam, com certo brilho no olhar. Haviam criado uma bolha onde os problemas do mundo real não existiam e, tão logo saíssem dali, a sentiriam estourar. ʿ Você vai voltar para me ver ? ʾ Perguntou, e em seu tom havia uma mistura de duas emoções perigosas: vulnerabilidade por perguntar algo que expunha seu apego sem rodeios, e algo perigosamente próximo de um flerte. Ela tinha razão em seu diagnóstico sobre o motivo pelo qual se via amarrado ao Acampamento Meio-Sangue mas, dado a oportunidade, gostaria de ser o lugar para qual ela podia voltar. ʿ Ih, eu nunca vou ter isso aí. ʾ Começou, gesticulando para indicar ao que se referia para evitar ter que o falar em voz alta. Era fisicamente impossível que entrasse em detalhes sobre o porquê, mas nada o impedia de deixar nas entrelinhas, como uma trilha de migalhas que ela pudesse seguir na esperança de o entender. ʿ Mas já estou resignado. A vida no Acampamento não é tão ruim assim, e eu não preciso pagar aluguel. ʾ Foi o ponto de vista otimista e superficial que ofereceu. Se fosse sincero, tinha, sim, para o que voltar: seus amigos, sua família, todos os que vestiam laranja como ele, o único lugar no planeta onde havia sido acolhido sem pestanejar. Pensou em Ilya e Antonia, em Eva e Kitty, em Katrina e em Zev, e o que antes era negativo passou a reconfortar – certo, talvez fosse um fracassado incapaz de fazer coisa melhor com a sua vida mas, contanto que pelo menos um deles partilhasse do mesmo destino, o poderia suportar. Mesmo quando pensava em Bóreas e Zéfiro, os únicos Olimpianos a quem sua ira não se estendia, sentia uma certa segurança de que não estaria sozinho nunca, e entendia como era sortudo por ter com quem contar. Aquilo tornava a ideia da ausência de Anastasia algo a que ainda o dilaceraria, mas que a que podia sobreviver. ʿ Eu ainda quero ver o mundo, mas acho que já encontrei meu lar. ʾ Admitiu, seus pensamentos se voltando para a situação em que o lar que tinha como seu se encontrava. Pensou na fenda, em traidores e em castigos, em medos e incertezas e, acima de tudo, na sensação de dever que tinha em ajudar. Sua lealdade ia para além do cargo de conselheiro, algo tão novo e a que não tivera tempo suficiente para se ajustar. Se dependesse de Santiago, a maioria dos deuses poderia muito bem ir para o caralho, mas pelos semideuses valeria à pena lutar. Eram sua tribo, mesmo os de quem não gostava, e iria para a linha de frente se necessário para os salvar. Sua coragem era diferente da de Nastya, mas esperava que ela o pudesse notar.

O cenho franziu-se quase automaticamente assim que ele levantou. A preocupação em relação ao outro foi a primeira coisa que veio em sua mente. Por força do hábito, permitiu que as garras se movessem em direção à mente alheia, tentando estabelecer a conexão a que já estava acostumada. Diferente de anteriormente, fazia intencionalmente, buscando procurar resposta para as perguntas que começavam a aparecer estampadas na sua expressão. Por mais que tentasse focar, no entanto, sentia-se caindo em um limbo sem ter algo para se segurar. Era como se a cabeça alheia não fosse nada além de uma imensidão vazia. Os sentimentos que flutuavam para Anastasia combinavam-se com a mais pura confusão, uma vez que não entendia o que estava acontecendo e as tentativas de buscar mais sobre estavam sendo frustradas. Pensou em ir atrás do amigo para verificar se estava bem, mas alguma coisa a manteve no lugar. Talvez ele estivesse procurando distância de Anastasia, mas por que ele faria isso? A probabilidade fez com que ficasse enjoada por um segundo. Tinha ido longe demais? Os planos que estavam fazendo, as ideias que tiveram juntos... Para Santiago, podiam não ter algum significado relevante e, por isso, tinha levantado sem nenhuma hesitação. Era difícil para Anastasia, no entanto, aceitar aquilo. Mesmo que acreditasse que o amor que sentia fosse platônico e agarrava-se naquilo para que não permitisse que se tornasse algo que pudesse perder, não deixou de olhar para a água quente sem ter certeza do que fazer.

Abriu os lábios, pensando em se desculpar, já que tinha sido uma ideia tola sequer perguntar sobre aquilo. Sentia-se pequena, de alguma forma, então apenas assentiu quando falou a respeito de tirar a máscara. Sabia que tinha mais que Santiago não contava, mas não ousou desviar o olhar enquanto movimentava a água com os dedos, fingindo brincar com ela como se não se importasse. Para Anastasia, era difícil se não importar, movida constantemente pelas suas emoções. Havia uma parte dela relacionada com a mágoa, mesmo que não ousasse falar aquilo. Seria injusto com o amigo sequer manter aquele sentimento negativo, já que não era culpa dele. Nem sabia o porquê ao certo estava chateada. Não é como se ele tivesse feito algo errado. "Certo." Limitou-se em uma simples palavra, esperando que Santiago não notasse a própria mudança de comportamento. Droga, sentia-se ridícula com aquela situação, uma adolescente emburrava que não estava entendendo o que estava acontecendo consigo mesma. Fazia tempo que não conseguia ler um ambiente. Afundou-se um pouco mais na água, evitando o contato visual.

A retomada de assunto fez com que a mente precisasse diminuir a velocidade com que trabalhava naquele momento. "Sim, acho que talvez acabe morando por lá se não acabar surtando de paranoia." Uma risada saiu dela, mesmo que não estivesse sendo preenchida pelo humor que normalmente tinha. Mesmo que estivesse tentando fingir que tudo estava normal, não se sentia daquela maneira. Parecia que uma parte de si estava pressionando o peito e tornava incapaz sequer de respirar corretamente. A mágoa talvez tivesse tomando, aos poucos, o lugar do que era aquela leveza que estava sentindo anteriormente. Se um dia morasse em Paris, Anastasia gostaria de seguir o sonho que tinha abandonado por medo. Estava cansada de temer o amanhã ou o dia depois. Hecate, mesmo que de forma involuntária e cruel, tinha mostrado para a semideusa um lado que tinha prontamente evitado. Não queria recuar mais e fingir que estava completamente feliz. Amava o Acampamento, mas fazia tempo que queria mais do que simplesmente lutar para sobreviver. A vida inteira foi assim. Queria poesia e músicas de romance e dançar embaixo da chuva e rir até que a barriga doesse e tudo mais que fizesse com que se sentisse viva. Quando estava encostada no amigo, comentando sobre um futuro que poderia existir dentre uma das outras milhões de possibilidades, os anseios se tornaram mais palpáveis por um momento do que apenas ilusões que a mente produzia. Ao escutar o outro comentar sobre não ser capaz de deixar o lugar, os olhos finalmente levantaram-se para o semideus. "Você também, sabe? Talvez você não se imagine em outro lugar, porque, no final, não tinha para o que voltar." A sugestão saiu dos lábios antes que pudesse falar e arrependeu-se imediatamente assim que as palavras escaparam.

[ampreh]

[TRF] Norma

Birthday gift for my dear friend @nalak-bel who owns @1940s-onceler ♥

• The Rust Factory - Norma II (<- BONUSES, illustrations in color) I don't always get the chance to do big works, but when I can, I do! I'm happy to develop The Rust Factory's universe a little more in their golden years (1940-1950 and after…). Even though we obviously only show small Lorax-related moments (hello, other story version safely tucked away in our files), I thought it was nice to reveal a little more about Coal (@chimneycoal-yuntzler) and Nathan's (@1940s-onceler) private life.

It was time to show a little Normaler!!! I love the idea of having a Norma in The Rust Factory. I love the idea of having a chubby Norma because she's so cute like that in the movie! It couldn't be any other way and I'm personally very much looking forward to seeing her again in the rp, if Nathan manages to reconnect with her. It'll give me a chance to draw Norma more often.

Originally, this scene in the TRF roleplay took place during their bath; but I wasn't going to draw two naked people… … not here. There are children.

Ahem.

Anyway. That explains why Nathan dives his head into the fountain one moment: he's supposed to immerse himself completely in his bath! I think that's a pretty funny annecdote. That, and the fact that even in his bath, Nathan Cole is still enjoying a big end-of-day cigar, having amassed a few thousand dollars in the process. Coal isn't the type to be jealous of the private life Nathan had before her; in fact, she has a permanent form of admiration for him. He represents the perfect American dream for her: a country boy who came from nothing and made his fortune through sheer will and hard work. And even if she sometimes needs to stop flattering his over-inflated ego, she knows she'll always be a solid shoulder for him to lean on and confide his doubts. Especially when he's being melodramatic, RIGHT? What a baby. I love him.

The cover image is a sketch I started… a year ago? Almost?

[weirdlythneederina]

Norma was on her way home from making a delivery and found Late Night standing outside his factory, just from the look of things, she already knew....

Norma: "Once-ler, did you lock yourself out again?"

Late night: "...n-no."

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Due to lack of sleep, Late Night struggles with memory loss. And it can be hard to remember the things he needs for the day, such as: breakfast, his toothbrush, his hat and even...HIS KEYS! 🤣

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Just Onceler, Norma and Scott hanging out

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Giving onceler some clothes that are loose instead of his usual outfit.

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[miru667]

End of year art dump, part 2!! Everything from January to yesterday. xP All of this is Let It Flow AU stuff, read more for descriptions, context and credits!

1-2) Audrey Grace and the friends she made during her first recon mission to Vileville! From left to right: the Cashtea-ler ( @ampreh ), Théodore Wijins, La Rouquine ( @nalak-bel ), and Wesley the glowing boy ( @ampreh ). The last three are Cashtie’s henchmen who all want him dead. 💀

3-4) Cashtea-ler vs deoncelerized Cashtie (aka Cashtiel)

5) Audrey’s outfit for her 2nd recon mission to Vileville. >:D I really wanted to draw her in black just so she could be a little more stealth and a little more goth. Black Lady from Sailor Moon was my inspo!

6) A sketch page of OCs belonging to people from an rp server I’m in. From left to right, top to bottom, they are: Hugo (@butterscorner), Norma ( @crazypotatofan ), Nathan ( @nalak-bel ), Bean ( @lemonine ), Émilien ( @blackcatangel ), Wesley ( @ampreh​ ), Audrey (mine lol), Bét ( @bethanygabrielleart​ ), Théodore (belongs to my friend Alink, no tumblr)

7) RP art from a scene with @rafatello​ ‘s OC, Joan!! xD He pickpocketed the wrong tourist 🔪 (I love Joan he’s great kshfgjk)

[suemooon]

Once-ler and Norma Wiggins

[ask-benevoler]

Now I know I'm gay for cute twinky gardeners, I guess.

So embarrassed about this newfound fact that I'm leaving myself anonymous.

Go get him tiger; he likes flowers—his favorite in the shop are the Hygrangea’s, he also likes a nice calm sappy romance. It’s funny as fuck.