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noornight · 7 months
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Hi, I don't know if you've already received an Ask, but if this was your first:
I wanted to know what you think or how you imagine your JamiKali Headcanon with a Kalim Trans?
Ahhh yes you are my first ask here so let's goooo. Ahem. Yeah I like trans kalim A LOT but also my brain doesn't think so I literally don't have any imagines or thoughts 😭 yneshhrjwje I'm so sorry if this is really disappointing 😞
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sunlitscribe · 2 years
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Is Noor into it when she sings karaoke or is she more stiff?
okay so i don’t know if you’ve ever watched victorious but there’s this episode where tori is disguised as someone unassuming and doesn’t have much stage presence, very awkward movement and then she rips off her disguise and BOOM she’s someone completely different.
yeah that’s noor when she’s doing karaoke, starts off shy but then gets super into the music and forgets everything else
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tender-hearteddd · 1 year
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Can I follow if I'm white but like only a little because I'm mainly native I'm just pale?
YES LOL
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justplainwhump · 17 days
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and for Noor, my love 🥺 What's something that's hard for him in freedom? -vic
@wildfaewhump
Everything is hard for Noor in freedom. Mostly, feelings. Every interaction Noor had was an act. As a demo pet, he always needed to be exactly as the role his handler wanted him to play, always catered precisely to the client and the situation.
There's a very small toolset of fallback behaviors Noor has, all some degree of fawn reply, all some degree of seductive.
Apart from that he is socially absolutely clueless. He is drawn to other people, but facing them, his mind is blank. It helps him in a way to deal with other (former) pets because the urge to play a role isn't just as powerful. But still he gets anxious and terrified, so close to getting something he wants and so afraid to be losing it all.
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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1. And what does it mean to witness yourself, on television, dying?
a. I no longer watch the news. b. I’ve exhausted every mirror in my home searching for my eyes. c. I mean to talk about the intersection between a knife and the flip side of a mirror.
— Noor Hindi, from “In Which the White Woman on My Thesis Defense Asks Me about Witness,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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Hey just asking cause I'm curious but have you decided whether Noor is canon to T$$ or is she just an AU character? No pressure
I'll be honest, I haven't fully decided. Ten or so years into the future of T$$, she does exist, (and is in fact in elementary school right now) but whether she starts training under Sahota depends on Sahota himself, and I haven't finished writing his path just yet :)
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infected-paul · 3 months
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yesssss do give me the thought process behind the ocean waves thing (altho i already have an idea, and i agree w your choice)
The ocean is one of the most beautiful, magical things in the world. It's elegant and comforting and graceful. The way the water flows and crashes with it's waves, it's like nature's ballet. But, the ocean is also one of the most dangerous things in the world. The water is unforgiving. Tempt it and you will be smothered and drowned and washed away. It will flood you until you are merely a small speck in the vast expense of water. The ocean waves are truly one of the forms of magic in this world. There is great beauty in it if you treat it right, but don't underestimate it's wrath or power.
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dragonsdendoodles · 1 year
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Noor: Did you hear there’s an egg shortage right now?
Jacob: Have they tried giving the cows electric blankets.
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feluka · 7 months
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what would you say are shams and noor's biggest charm points, 1 for each guy
OHHH THAT'S SO DIFFICULT TO NARROW IT DOWN TO ONE EACH.... but for you i will try!
noor: i love how much he drools when he's happy. ik that's probably a weird thing to 'love' but i love knowing that he's happy and having proof that he's happy so when he throws himself on my lap and starts drooling i KNOW he's blissed out and i am so happy too!!!!
shams: he's so talkative. and he has the cutest meows that sound like questions. i'll literally just say anything to him and he'll meow back and we can keep going back and forth forever like
me: are you silly?
shams: meow???
me: are you handsome?
shams: meow???
me: are you my baby?
shams: meow???
me: do you know that you are cute?
shams: meow??
(this keeps going forever)
he just loves being spoken to. if i'm reading a book i'll sometimes read out loud because he loves to come over and listen lol
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noornight · 3 months
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Heyyy ur silly and I like your art ✌️🤍😁
HEVSHESI THANKKK YOUUUU AHHHGYGY I'M GLAD YOU DO :DDDDD
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sunlitscribe · 2 years
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did noor ghost someone in the tradional sense?
oh yes, she’s regularly ghosted people who’ve tried to befriend her and had a mutual ghosting going on with some of her siblings for years before the funeral. it’s not something she likes to do, but it’s a bad habit of hers when people get too close to her
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morgana-pendragon · 17 days
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happy birthday abbie!!!! have the best day🥳🥳🥳
tysm noor!!!! 🥰😌🤍
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ophernelia · 8 months
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when lou and im gonna have kids? and can i be the kid lmao
Lmaoo yeah you can be the kid!
Imogen doesn't want kids for a looooong time. She's very proactive about preventing it. Lou says that he wants one now, but we know he doesn't fr. They're still very young! No babies at 19. Honestly, no babies at all in college. Imogen would rip her hair out from the stress lmao. And Lou probably would too.
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justplainwhump · 8 months
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a scene-ish thing i’d really love to see is Noor having a comfy moment with Marta :)
i hope you feel better soon <3
Hair
Thank you, anon! I'm almost back on my feet, but this ask didn't let me go!
Content: BBU recovery
There was a knock at Marta's door, so light and quiet that she would have dismissed if she hadn't heard the soft shuffle of feet moving away.
She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and opened the door.
"Noor?"
He immediately turned to face her, gaze dropping to the floor.
"I'm… I'm sorry for disturbing you, Mis-…, Marta. I'm sorry, Marta. I'm... It was nothing."
She stifled a yawn and leaned to the door frame, shaking her head. "It's fine. You can come to me about little things, too, Noor, you know."
"But... But you are tired, and... and you need to deal with important things."
"I do." Marta gave a half shrug and smiled. "Like you. You are important to me. What is it?"
"I... You... You said I should come and ask if I ever..., if I needed something."
"I did." Marta nodded. "What is it?"
It was rather early, she thought to herself. They compared notes sometimes, in their own group and with other safehouse workers. Sometimes, when times where light enough to be easy going about it, Marta imagined them like young parents, trying to figure out what it meant that their kids took certain steps earlier or later than others. Sleep a full night alone. Lock the door behind them. Say no. Pick their own clothes.
Formulate a need or want.
"I... I need a hairdresser."
It was never what you expected.
"Okay," she said and gave him a reassuring smile. "Sure. It's... I might need to ask around a little, because of our situation. But I'll find one who can come here and take care of you. Is there anything in particular bothering you? Something we could start with?"
He looked at her, a little nervous, soft crease between his brows, and she asked herself how much of this insecurity had been there before, how of it much they had given him.
"It... It's meant to be shiny," he explained. "Shiny and soft, and just a little bit tousled, for that freshly fucked look."
She bit her tongue. Yeah. That definitely was courtesey of WRU.
"Mh-hm." Respecting his wishes, that was the thing that mattered. "It's important that you feel good in your own body." She stressed the you, maybe a little bit too much, but his face lit up with relief.
"Thank you, M... Marta." He set to turn around.
"Wait, Noor? Give me a second." She stepped into her bathroom, rummaged through the cabinet until she found what she was looking for and emerged again. "My... My mother in law, she's a weird woman, but very stylish, and very cultivated. Anyway - she wants me to keep good care of my hair and she gave me this." She handed him a bottle of conditioner. "If you like the smell, you can have it. I never used it. I'm sure it's very good. For long and thick hair, it says. Could be what you need. I'll still find you a hairdresser, of course. This is just... a first step, in a way."
Noor took the bottle very carefully, almost suspicious, his eyes flitting between it and her face. He held her gaze, while he smelled at it.
"Yes." The soft smile that spread on his lips was heartwarming. "I... I would like to use this."
"Do you know how to -" She paused. No. This wasn't actually what she meant, or what he needed. There was something else.
It wasn't like she had to be anywhere else, now or in the morning. She could be there for him.
She smiled back at him, before she started again. "If you'd accept it, Noor, I could wash your hair. With Shampoo, and conditioner, and I even think I have a hair mask somewhere."
Noor's eyes widened in disbelief. He clutched the bottle close to his chest, struggling for words. "But, you are... you are a person, Marta, and I'm... I... Do you want me to wash your hair? I could -" Something shifted in him, his posture, his voice, the tilt of his head, everything falling back into the shape he'd been looked into. "I could spoil you, until you forget -"
"Noor," Marta interrupted him gently. "Yes, I'm a person. And you're a person, too. A person, whom I care for. I'm very happy with my hair right now. You aren't so happy with yours. And I would like to be there for you, as a friend."
"Pets don't -"
Marta raised an eyebrow and Noor stopped, just silently looked at her with huge eyes.
"Person to person. Marta to Noor. Do you like getting your hair washed? I promise, I can be gentle."
"Yes," he said and swallowed thickly. "I... I like it very much."
"May I do it, then?"
He nodded. "Yes."
It was all but a whisper. But it was enough.
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lifeinpoetry · 2 years
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2. Might we define this as a collective trauma?
a. Whose trauma? b. A gathering of bodies might be called a circus to some // and a graveyard to others. c. I cannot exactly describe what “this” is. // My mind sharpens // to salted lemons.
— Noor Hindi, from “In Which the White Woman on My Thesis Defense Asks Me about Witness,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
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zainmalik · 9 months
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Hey do you mind not posting about Louis as much? I don’t want to be that guy but it’s a little bit insensitive. We’re mutuals and it’s stated pretty clearly in my carrd that Louis the Tomlinson is a touchy subject for me, given that I miss my pet hedgehog Louis every single day of my life. She’s not dead by the way…I’m not traumadumping in your inbox. It’s just that my bitch ex-friend stole her from me as revenge for writing a callout post about them. And like, come on, I can’t believe they expected me NOT to write a callout post after I found out they write Good Omens abortion fanfic. That’s so fucked up. Aziraphale would never be anti-choice. Anyway…please just stop posting about Louis the Tomlinson. I’m crying just thinking about my sweet angel baby. I’m so upset. I’m gonna go write another callout post to soothe my nerves. FUCK you Hunter
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