#normal lamron

[leedoobles]

couple of norm draws; first one's a redraw of the roxanne piece, second one's a hanahaki drawing i turned into the cover for the norm fic im writing 💖✌️

[mycitynowdotjpeg]

Starfish and Normal Lamron 🥺🥺

Starfish - Time Heals All Wounds

The Red House On The Shore

The sea rushed to meet the shore like long-lost lovers, waves cresting over sand as gentle as tender fingers against a cheek. The sun shone over the beach lined with a handful of homes on stilted foundations, made to withstand flood and high waves. Most were painted blue and white, though they’d been customized and changed over the years as residents had come and gone. One, though, was painted a rich red, near the far end, nestled between sand dunes that held a graveyard. The house itself had been expanded more than once, extra rooms built onto the sides closer to the cemetery than to the other houses, and additional levels bringing its total height to three storeys. The doors and windows were hung with rich tapestries of red and black and green, gold thread shining in the sun. The porch held several planter boxes lush with vegetation, providing fresh ingredients for the kitchen inside the front window. The smell of baked goods hung close to the house, permeating the air with the delightful aromas of fruits and sweets, and the crisp scent of fresh bread. 

Inside, a tiefling with ruddy brown skin and a long, spaded tail worked a dough against the counter with his clawed hands, nails too thick and sharp to be quite natural. There were several odd things about him, even for one of clear Infernal heritage. 

The first was that he glowed. Not all over, but his heart was like a beacon in his chest, shining golden light through his flesh, rippled with the shadows of his bones. His horns were curled with an age his face did not match: looping in ridged spirals, they rose above his head like a crown, the tips nearly grown entirely around a pair of golden rings. His legs were not that of a goat, but canine in nature, tipped with dainty black paws. He was dressed in the casual fashion of Mauelle, a loose sheer wrap tied around his waist, covering a bright red bikini bottom. His upper half was wrapped in red cloth, a baby sling holding an infant strapped to his chest. 

“Prosto zakroy glaza, solntse saditsya…” The Infernal melody slipped from his lips as he rocked the baby against his chest with the motion of rolling out his dough, slow and steady. “S toboy vse budet v poryadke, teper' nikto ne smozhet prichinit' tebe vreda…” Laying the dough over a tin, he began to shape it to form a crust. “S nastupleniyem utra my s toboy budem tsely i nevredimy…” 

“Normal?” 

Norm looked up as a gruff voice came from the doorway. He had to stoop, to peer into the room, even the ten-foot ceilings too short for his broad horns and enormous stature. 

“Voyage,” Normal said, smiling at the sight of his fiery beau, his arms cradled around a toddler tiefling girl, her riotous copper curls spilling over her face. She was angelic, her round face and orange skin like her father’s, with Normal’s intense blue eyes. “Is Cherish ready for school?” His tone was teasing, knowing his daughter was still fast asleep, not even dressed. 

“I’m waking her gently,” Voyage said, looking down at the four-year-old with a sparkle in his eye. His voice was hoarse as he said, “It’s her first day. I…” 

“I don’t know if I’m ready either,” Norm said softly, straightening up from the counter to hold the baby strapped to his chest closer. At nearly one year old, he was big for a tiefling baby, a hint of Voyage’s heritage already showing through his son. He was tawny in color like Voyage, too, his skin a rich tan, hindquarters like a lion’s. 

“Daddy, are you cooking pie for breakfast?” Peeking around Voyage was a tiefling boy, almost eight years old. His hair was a rich brown, dressed in a blue tunic and white trousers, a brown knapsack over one shoulder with a scroll poking out of it. He had amber green eyes, looking nothing like any of his parents, but beloved as their eldest child, followed by his two sisters and youngest brother. 

“I..am making a pie, yes, Gift,” Normal said with a chuckle, walking around the island in the kitchen to cup the side of Gi’s face. “It’s not for breakfast. I just…” 

“He bakes when he’s nervous,” Voyage said, smiling small and fond as he gently jostled Cherish, who stretched in his arms, mumbling in baby-talk under her breath. “It’s Cher’s first day of school, remember?” 

Gift nodded, but then asked, “Why does that make Daddy nervous?” Voyage arched an eyebrow at Norm as he set Cherish on the ground, her hooves clicking on the tile floor. 

“You know Cherish is special,” Normal began haltingly, and Gift nodded again. 

“You Wished for her,” he said seriously. 

“Yes,” Normal said gently, running his hand through Gift’s hair. “It was a long journey to that Wish, Gift. I lost her once. To have a day like today…” Norm smiled, sighing as he blinked back tears. “It’s just special. I want it to go well.” Gift puffed up his chest, brown and black tabby tail bristling. 

“I’ll protect her,” he declared. “Cher will always be safe with us, Daddy.” 

“I’m sure you will,” Voyage said, amused and warm as Cherish yawned widely, leaning against his leg. 

“School?” she asked, and Norm nodded, leaving his baking to follow his family into the den, where a human man with messy brown hair and soft white clothing was helping a six-year-old half-tiefling girl tie up her dress, her horns broad and thin like Voyage’s, her dark hair and bright eyes a striking contrast. 

“Charity, Papa and I are going to walk you to the school today,” Voyage said, prompting Medwin and their daughter to look up. She tilted her head curiously, and glanced over to where Cherish was climbing the stairs, Normal walking behind her. 

They ascended to the second level, Norm bending to take Cherish’s hand in his as they passed through the short hallway hung with mementos and paintings, the end of the hall bearing a grand artistic rendering of a phoenix, crimson feathers splayed over the canvas. They turned right to enter Cherish’s room, Normal letting go of her fingers to walk to the wardrobe and pull out an outfit for his daughter for the day. The baby on his chest fussed, and he soothed Courage with a kiss to his downy blonde hair. 

“Daddy?” 

Normal turned to see Cherish standing behind him, her face pinched with fear. 

“What if…what if nobody likes me?” she whispered, and Normal’s face softened, and he crouched down to cup her face. 

“You’re going to make so many friends, Cher,” Normal said softly, ocean-sapphire eyes meeting her desert-sky-colored irises. “It would be a lie to say everyone will like you, but I promise, you’ll make friends, too. And you will always have your family.” Cherish looked relieved, and reached up to wrap her arms around Norm’s neck. He embraced her, careful not to smother Courage. When they broke apart, Normal helped her get dressed, a rose-pink colored dress edged in golden thread. They descended the stairs again to meet the others in the den, Gift and Charity standing by the door with Voyage and Medwin. Norm bent to kiss each of his children, making Gift squirm and Charity giggle. He cupped Cherish’s face in his hands as he bent to kiss her forehead, smiling at her as Medwin opened the door and Voyage took the girls’ hands to lead them out of the house. Normal walked out onto the porch to watch them go, the five of them walking along the beach to the gates, where Mauelle waited. 

Norm kept his eyes on a mess of coppery curls as they shrank with distance, a smile playing around his lips. Courage cooed against his chest, and Normal sighed, losing sight of Cherish and their family as they passed through the gates to the city at large. He looked down at his newest son, still smiling as he brushed his fingers over his cheek, and, intent on finishing his pie while waiting for his family to come back, turned to walk back into the red house on the shore. 

[unetherian]

Before, I was ashamed of being considered weird, different.

Now I don't care.

Because now I understand.

Everyone is different. Everyone is weird, in their own way.

And that is a strength.

It's normal that everyone is weird.

But human society is weird,

They consider beings who understand this to be... weird.

But I now understand.

I'm weird.

I'm normal.

The norm is considered to be the order.

Weirdness is considered disorder.

But what is order if it is just another form of disorder?

What is the norm if it is just another form of weirdness?

I'm normal because I'm weird. Everyone is weird, so everyone is normal.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼

rnamlo normla nromal nomrla nomral romnal onrlam normal lamron monral ronmal anorml lomran lnmrao monalr

[onippep]

.ekawa Peppino's fi rednow I !ynapmoc em gnipeek rof uoy knahT !worromot lamron ot kcaB !esolc s'taht dnA

(And that's close! Back to normal tomorrow! Thank you for keeping me company!

I wonder if Peppino's awake.)

[ask-sally-face]

¿¿lamron taht si .truh senob tnetsixenon ym

yawyna ,hem

*insert silly thing here i have no idea what im doing*

(teehee :3)

"No existent bones?" *Floats over* I don't think that's normal."

"Where do you come from?"

[adhdzagreus]

Normal Lamron, Hand of Set 

[x x x x x x x x x]  

happy birthday @mycitynowdotjpeg!! 

[incorrectprinceofperilsquotes]

Brioche: this is crazy but i'm having feelings again. like some kind of 14 year old kid or something. you remember feelings, right?

Norm: yeah I have feelings ever single day of my life

Brioche: do you?

Norm: are you saying you don't have feelings?

[citrighost]

I used to eat a whole chicken, every day, for lunch. I did that for four years. But it got tiring - go to the store, buy it, eat it. It’s a mess.

(norm belongs to @mycitynowdotjpeg!)

[stevedrive060]

[disillusionedmonster]

The word “queer” has undergone something of a renaissance during the past few decades. Colleges are implementing “queer studies” programs, the LGBT+ acronym has been expanded to become LGBTQ+ in many uses and more and more people are using it as a term of endearment.

This is distressing to many LGBT+ people from outside the cosmopolitan confines of large, forward-thinking cities. To us, the word has been used as a slur far more than it has been used in its “reclaimed” form. Within the community, the term is used with no ill-intent, however, we would be better off if we simply let the word die, rather than reclaiming it.

In some small towns, even those surrounding Geneseo, society is less accepting and about a decade behind bigger cities developmentally. That means that slurs that have been largely forgotten in some areas are alive and well here. Among those is the word “queer.”

On local online boards, entire threads exist questioning whether one person or another is “a queer.” Worse terms are common, but this sticks out. For some, simply seeing the word brings to mind not a free lifestyle, but pain.

The word has an ugly history and an ugly present. When Matthew Shepard, a gay 21-year-old college student, was tortured to death, his killers referred to him as “a queer.” That was in 1998, when the word was already beginning its normalization.

In some ways, comparisons with the “n-word” are apt here. While the word has been largely normalized for use within the African American community, it has a bloody history that is impossible not to recall.

Oprah Winfrey, one of the most successful African American individuals ever, said that she cannot be friends with people who use the “n-word.” In a 2013 interview on her show Winfrey said, “I always think of the millions of people who heard that as their last word as they were hanging from a tree.”

Not only is the continued use of “queer” as a slur a problem, but its very definition clashes with the original intent of the LGBT+ liberation movement. Google’s dictionary defines “queer” in two ways: an adjective meaning strange or odd, and a verb meaning to ruin something.

One of the great rallying cries throughout the history of the fight for LGBT+ rights has been that we are human, too. The lives of straight people are no more deserving of rights than us, and we don’t request special rights either. We’re not a different group to be pointed to; we’re just like everybody else.

Alongside its use as an umbrella term for the LGBT+ community, “queer” has been used as a way to identify people who don’t fit completely within one of the labels in the LGBT+ acronym. For that, perhaps simply use the “+” as an identifier. This simple, semantic change would prevent conjuring up the pain of the word’s past to those who still experience it, without leaving out in the cold those who have adopted “queer” as their identifier.

As one of the most welcoming communities in our society today, this is a change that the LGBT+ community can accomplish. If anything, we simply need to be more welcoming to those who have experienced the problematic use of a supposedly reclaimed slur.

[leedoobles]

hello yes im still obsessed 

[mycitynowdotjpeg]

[slams hand down on table] 17 for norm and voy!

17. things you said that i wish you hadn’t

I liked ur idea of song lyrics so im shamelessly stealing thaatt also this isnt going to make sense to anyone outside of like five people but i dont caaaaaaare

I can’t write one song that’s not about youCan’t drink without thinkin’ about youIs it too late to tell you thatEverything means nothing if I can’t have you?(If I Can’t Have You | Shawn Mendes) 

His breath smells like wine, hot against Norm’s face as his back hits the brick. The rough texture of the oven behind him is hot, but nothing compared to the heat in Voy’s fingers where they grip his upper arms, glowing and burning as they press through Norm’s sleeves. The River’s kitchen is dark, the only light coming from the low burning fire in the oven, the narrow service window showing a sliver of the reception outside, and Voy, glowing with his fury. 

“Voyage–” Norm chokes out, grimacing at the smell of alcohol, gasping when the half giant tightens his grip and shoves him further up the wall, Norm’s hooves leaving the ground completely and his tail swinging around to cling to Voy with fright. The fabric of Norm’s clothing catches and scrapes as he’s lifted, and he grabs at Voy’s biceps to hold on as the smell of alcohol is joined by the rippling heat of Voy bringing his face close to Norm’s, the yellow ends of Voy’s hair lifting with his state of emotion. 

“Don’t do this,” Voy says, and it slurs a little between the words as he holds Norm against the wall by pressing closer and pinning Norm’s body to the wall with his hips. “Come home.” Norm splutters a little in confusion until Voy closes the distance and kisses him, messy and open and wet, one hand coming up from his shoulder to knot in Norm’s hair and yank his head back so he’ll cry out. Voy swallows the sound and pushes his tongue into Norm’s mouth, and Norm’s ashamed of the way it makes him shudder and fist his hands in the dark green of Voy’s shirt before he starts to shove at him. 

“St-stop, stop, Voyage–” Norm gasps, breaking the kiss and trembling at the growl that he can feel vibrate through Voy’s barrel chest pressed close to him. “I can’t–I’m married, Voy, it’s already done–” Voy shakes him and Norm sees stars briefly as his head knocks against the brick, those hot fingers digging in with his claws, the hand in Norm’s hair going to the golden ring through the upper cartilage of his right ear. 

“Should be mine,” Voyage huffs, and Norm goes a little pale, pushing at Voy again with a broken, incredulous laugh. The sound prompts a snarl from his long-time John and friend, and Norm gasps as Voy tightens his hot-tipped fingers, glowing like embers in the dark around that piercing. 

“I don’t understand,” Norm says weakly, something in the pit of his stomach feeling sour and sick as the firm, slight roundness of it presses against Voy’s more impressive abdominal muscles through their clothing. 

“Y’should be mine, this should be mine,” Voy says, looking over Norm’s face with golden eyes that are blown brown in the center from his expanded pupils, squinting as he tries to see straight through the blur of the drink. “I love you.” 

Norm blinks, mouth falling open with shock and rendered temporarily speechless. Voy takes the opportunity to kiss him again, and Norm squeezes his eyes shut as he tries not to kiss back, heart pounding in his throat at that confession. He grabs Voy’s jaw and face, pushing and scratching a little until he pulls back with a scowl to peer at Norm. Norm takes a few gulping breaths, though whether to recover after the kiss or stave off tears he’s not sure. Maybe both. Probably both. 

“You–you can’t say that,” Norm rasps, trying to get a bit of purchase with his hooves, knees trying to hook instinctively around Voy’s waist so he’s not dangling so much. Voy huffs, breath hot and sour washing over Norm as he leans in to nuzzles into him, kissing messily at his jaw and throat, a smile spreading over his lips that Norm can feel, scaring him a little, because Voy’s not listening. 

“Always did have’ta do everything for you,” he rumbles, a laugh that breaks off when Norm makes a wounded noise and pushes at him again. 

Norm blinks furiously against the prickling he can feel in his own eyes as he tries to shove at Voy harder, “You can’t say that, not–not now, not–not fucking here, you–” He breaks off when Voy growls and yanks on that earring hard enough that it hurts, a bright burning pain that makes him cry out. A hot spatter of what Norm realizes after a moment is his own blood soaks into the shoulder of his top, and Voy smears the melted remains of his torn out ring against the brick behind them. 

“I love you,” Voy reiterates, like Norm maybe didn’t hear him the first time, swaying and stinking of alcohol even as he pins Norm a foot and a half off the ground. Norm’s ears drop and pin back, the right stinging like hell and dripping blood, and he snaps his teeth at Voyage as the first couple of hot tears roll down his cheeks. 

“You’re drunk!” he snaps, curling his knees to push at Voy with both hands and legs, until he finally stumbles back and lets Norm fall. He crumples a little when he hits the ground, legs giving and hitting his hands and knees hard before looking up. 

“I…” Voy pauses, putting one hand to his head and looking down at Norm almost like he’s confused. Norm tries to swallow back the tears as he looks up, shaking with a bit of pain, but mostly anger and despair. 

Something in his chest is howling with agony far greater than that of his torn ear, his blue eyes spilling over with more tears, and Norm chokes, “You need to leave.” He can’t bear to look at Voy, but also can’t seem to tear his eyes away, staring at him as that glow begins to fade from his face and hands, both of them breathing hard in the dark for different reasons than the ones they usually know. 

Voy turns to charge out the door, slamming it open with a burst of light and noise from the wedding reception happening in the main room of the bar, leaving it to fall closed behind him. 

Norm collapses to lie on the floor and weep miserably in the dark until his new husband comes and finds him. 

[kingmichaelx]

“”FUCK A BEAT I WAS TRYNA BEAT A CASE”“ 

FREE MY SHORTY BEFORE HE GO IN ITS THAT DEEP 

[metrovis]

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apa yang salah dari semua caraku. mungkin ada satu, yaitu menyianyiakan namun aku tetap yakin itu adalah tabungan untuknya. feel small, ujar pamungkas, itu sekarang aku rasakan dengan nyata. pintu rumah mamang tersedia untuk aku berpulang, pun pintu hati. jika begitu maka aku menyerah terhadap semua keindahan yang ada di angkasa. bukan angkasa pura. bagaimana jika menjadi akij, normal menjadi lamron dan benar menjadi renab.

[hustlerose]

normal people scacs elpoep lamron