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Case files 02.01
what I think happened in:
Case 02.01,
the case of "Portrait of Daria Gray"
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"The artist becomes the canvas."
Daria's story is pretty straightforward. What we know about Daria: she's a struggling left-handed artist who used to wear a lot of hand-me-down clothes from her sister, and she doesn't like the way she looks. At some point she decides to get a bit of a makeover and, among more mundane things, she starts shopping for a new tattoo. She finds a deal too good to be true (it is) offered by one 'Ink5oul'.
Ink5oul is sketchy as hell, and definitely has something supernatural going on. The tattoo they gives Daria (with no input from her, WTF! - paintbrush, floral patterns and glittering symbols) hurts much more than it should, but also heals almost instantly.
Looking at the tattoo (which is 'perfect') fills Daria with sudden desire to paint an autoportrait (which comes out 'perfect'). And once that is done, looking at it again makes her realize she can adjust herself (and make herself perfect).
So she takes her painting tools, most notably a pallet knife, right to her own face (and soon pretty much every other body part) and gives herself an impromptu plastic surgery. Which goes on uninterrupted for several days (???!?!!?!) until her room-mate Sarah comes home. Poor Sarah walks in on Daria while she has a knife stuck in her jaw, understandably freaks out and punches Daria, at which point half of Daria's face collapses under her hand like putty.
Having no idea that her room-mate has been touched by the spooky, Sarah comes up with the only rational explanation she can think of, which is that Daria poured some acid on her own face (which is very comic-book logic, but maybe Sarah paid more attention to Batman than chemistry and biology class as a teen).
So now Daria has severely disfigured face, and also is officially considered suicidal and a danger to herself and must go to therapy. (Honestly, she needs therapy).
There are two things, aside from the obvious, that grabbed my attention here:
The voice.
Narration in the first case was that of a pretty normal email - a little bit rambly, a little bit disjointed, referencing things that the recipient would know about that we can only infer. The second case had a perfectly average forum thread.
This case... also starts out with pretty realistic voice - right until the moment Daria stats talking about the tattoo. Then suddenly this story gets ridiculously verbose. The way she describes the studio, the tattooing process, the tattoo itself, the painting process and finally the 'adjustments' - the details, the wording - there's no way a regular person talks that way. Not in real time, not about a traumatic event that they very much don't want to talk about at all.
So where is this coming from? I think it's the ink. Until proven otherwise, I'm going to assume that Ink5soul's tattoo somehow infused Daria with power to 'express herself' perfectly in whatever medium she's using - be it words, paint, or her own flesh.
Invasion of privacy issues all over the place.
First Daria's tattooing session is streamed for who knows how many Ink5oul's fans without her say-so, and then her be-damned therapy session gets intercepted by some weird basement government branch. Daria glosses over the former and doesn't know about the latter, but they are there. And there was that private email in case of 'Not-Arthur' too. I wonder how present this theme will be in rest of the show.
One thing I can bet on: if one of the cases doesn't deal with a conspiracy theorist yelling about government spying on them, I'm gonna eat my hat. (And the poor paranoid guy will be 100% right, just not in the way they think).
#the magnus protocol#tmagp 02#tmagp case files#tmagp case 02.01#Daria Gray#(not her actual name but I'm going to nickname there that for now)#Ink5oul#that little rat bastard#also#I was away from my PC last two days and I TRIED writing this from my phone#and I absolutely could not do that#how on earth do some people manage to write whole damn essays and fanfics from their phones#HOW#how do you type and edit without mouse and keyboard#are you wizards?#I fear you and salute you#ep. written by Alexander J. Newall#ep. written by A.J.N+J.S.
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can't stop thinking about the dorian gray inspired flesh victim being named daria every time i think about it i start giggling and kicking my feet
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[ID: Digital art of Daria from The Magnus Protocol. They are a thin person with pale skin and wavy, mid-brown hair with bleached tips. They stand with one hand cradling their chin in thought as their painting-self reaches out from the canvas in front of them, removing their lips with a slightly bloodied palette knife and a smile. The painting-Daria’s tattoo is more vibrant and detailed, and they have warmer-toned skin and natural honey-blonde hair, elegantly styled. Behind the two figures there is a red-toned mish-mash of erratic lines and blended textures. End ID.]
my fave thing about this episode is it allows me to ponder at length the question of “given the opportunity, would dorian gray have had a weird gay thing with his portrait?” (obviously yes)
#the magnus protocol#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#daria tmagp#my#saint draws#body horror#face horror#gore#i am Also working on a lineup but. have not finished it#described#ask to tag !!
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god, i never felt young
percy jackson and the olympians (2023) / first love/late spring - mitski / jackie and wilson - hozier / daria (1997) ender's game - orson scott card / daisy jones & the six (2023) / caesar on a tv screen - the last dinner party / stranger things (2016) / arsonist's lullaby - hozier / the picture of dorian gray - oscar wilde / omori
#web weaving#percy jackon and the olympians#mitski#hozier#ender's game#daisy jones and the six#the last dinner party#daria#oscar wilde#omori#stranger things
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I Yearn, and so I Fear - Chapter II
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General Summary. Nearly a year since the Galactic Empire’s rise to power, Kazi Ennari is trying to survive. But her routine is interrupted—and life upended—when she’s forced to cohabitate with former Imperial soldiers. Clone soldiers.
Pairing. Commander Wolffe x female!OC
General Warnings. Canon-typical violence and assault, familial struggles, terminal disease, bigotry, explicit sexual content, death. This story deals with heavy content. If you’re easily triggered, please do not read. For a more comprehensive list of tags, click here.
Fic Rating. E (explicit)/18+/Minors DNI.
Chapter Word Count. 4.7K
Beta. @starstofillmydream
17 Telona
Kazi was a creature of routine.
She preferred tidiness and organization, as demonstrated by her clean house and minimalistic interior design. Everything had its place. And clutter was quickly alleviated. If it wasn’t useful, then it was donated.
After her father’s death, she became hyper-focused on intensive scheduling. The galaxy was chaotic and unpredictable. Routine guaranteed a sense of security and allowed her to feel in control.
Early morning—the gray of nautical twilight just giving way to the pinks of sunrise—was her time.
She preferred the quiet, the solitude.
A swim in the lake down the hill, her strokes repetitive.
A brisk walk back to the house, the dewy climate of Eluca’s jungles and the chilled scent of an earthy breeze relaxing.
A quick shower to cleanse herself.
A bowl of porridge decorated with chunks of lumina berries and a drizzle of honey.
Breakfast completed, her solitude lasted an hour, soon interrupted by a sleepy Neyti and a busy Daria. The morning routine took a turn as Kazi focused on Neyti. Breakfast eaten, teeth brushed, school uniform donned. A short drive to the school and then onto work in Eluca’s capital city, Canopis.
Daria, sometimes with the aid of Healer Natasha, retrieved Neyti from school in the afternoon. Kazi returned to the house in the late evening, ate dinner, and then started her analytical work for the rebel network, spending time with Neyti as the youngling completed her schoolwork or watched a film. Her day didn’t allow for unscheduled interruptions.
So it had gone since their arrival on Eluca.
Hair still wet from her shower, Kazi stood at the kitchen counter slicing strips of a lumina berry. The berries—ovular shaped and larger than her hand—were a random buy at the marketplace, but when she realized Neyti enjoyed them, they became a staple in the household.
The dark purple fuzz of the shell tickled her palm. She placed the tip of her knife at the center of the berry, sliding it around until it fell into a nearly imperceptible crack. With a smug smile, she slid the knife down and—
The bookcase in the entryway swung open.
Kazi startled, her hand twitching and the knife jerking. It sliced open her palm.
“Fuck,” she hissed. Setting aside both fruit and knife in favor of running her hand under the sink’s spout, she assessed the cut.
Luckily, it was small and shallow, and it wouldn’t require stitches. And even if it did, Kazi knew herself well enough to admit she would ignore the problem indefinitely. She would have to be forced and drugged to get stitches. She shivered at the thought.
It was her involuntary reaction that reminded her of the moving bookcase. Shoulders stiffening and stomach clenching, Kazi turned off the sink, pressed a cloth to her still-bleeding palm, and lifted her head.
One of the clones, the one with the cybernetic eye—Commander Wolffe—stood on the opposite side of the bar. He was dressed in simple clothes: a white work shirt, brown trousers, and a dark belt. His hair—faded on the sides and longer on top—was slicked back with water. He must have taken a shower. At least the amenities in the basement still worked.
The commander scanned his surroundings, his eyes lingering on the dragon figurine on the bookcase.
Scales polished a lightless black, as impenetrable as a black hole, the dragon was as long as Kazi’s hand. It was poised in the midst of flight, mirroring the flight pattern of the female dragon from her favorite constellation and legend: the Dancing Dragons.
The sole difference between her carving and the female dragon was the color. Black versus silver-blue. Kazi’s dragon had been carved from a burnt tree in Ceaia’s most sacred land, the resting place of the last dragon.
The figurine used to stand on her nightstand. Gifted by her father when she was five years old, per Traditionalist custom, the dragon was her guardian. Her protector. It was one of the few pieces of her old life she still kept. Symbolic of the little girl she used to be. The little girl she couldn’t entirely cut out.
Kazi shook away the memory and refocused on the clone.
Silence expanded between them, tense and heavy. Tightly wrung with mutual observation and calculation both she and Commander Wolffe were partaking in as they eyed one another.
In the spirit of cohabitation—forced cohabitation—Kazi cleared her throat. The man across the counter stilled. Except she didn’t have anything to say to him. Maybe a morning greeting would suffice.
But she didn’t think she owed him that. He was in her house interrupting her morning routine, after all.
“My sister and Neyti will be down sometime soon to eat breakfast,” Kazi informed him. Setting aside the now bloodied rag, she returned to the lumina berry. The shell split open with ease. “Neyti and I leave at 07:30. Daria typically spends the day in town, so you’ll have the house to yourselves until 16:45, or 17:00.” And because her nerves were still rattled by his presence, and because she couldn’t help herself, she added, “Be sure to tidy up after yourselves up here. We prefer cleanliness.”
With that, she walked around the bar, keeping close to the cool metal to avoid nearing the commander, and approached the couch and the flatscreen. A flip of a switch and the flatscreen displayed the local news channel.
“The problem of terrorists attacking our workplaces, our places of trade, our homes cannot be taken lightly,” a female voice relayed from the screen. Kazi pursed her lips as she returned to the kitchen. “I am dedicated to protecting the people in Veridian Sector, and by extension, the people of our Empire.”
The voice belonged to Moff Harpy of Veridian Sector. A kindly appearance hid the woman’s vindictive nature. Supporting Imperial nationalization of local businesses, Moff Harpy earned herself a negative reputation among Eluca’s locals. She was greedy and willing to funnel money from obsolete planets, like Eluca, into the industrial, money-making planets of Veridian Sector.
Since the end of the war, Veridian Sector had grown into an important military stronghold. Its location along a prominent hyperspace route and its general submission to Imperial whims made it ideal for Imperial military and security operations. And, as such, most of its planets hosted new military bases. To aid the Empire in its conquest of the ‘uncivilized and rebellious’ Outer Rim.
“Has terrorism been a problem here?”
The question caught her off guard and Kazi looked up from the porridge she was heating on the stove. The commander sat in a stool at the bar. He was reading through a file on his datapad and when he noticed her attention, he shut it off.
“I wouldn’t call it terrorism,” she said, meeting his gaze. His expression was unreadable, hard and seemingly apathetic. Bored, yet hinting intrigue.
The expressionless mask shifted as he rolled his eyes. “Unlawful use of violence against civilians is terrorism.”
“That may be so”—she stirred her porridge—“but what about the unlawful use of violence by the government against civilians. Is that considered terrorism as well?” Her question was rhetorical so she pressed on. “There have been small pockets of rebellion in this sector, just as there have been in most Outer Rim sectors ever since the Empire arrived.”
They lapsed into silence.
Kazi listened to the updates from the HoloNet, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to watch the screen whenever the news was appallingly glamoured in propaganda. The reporters shifted their attention back to the question of “terrorism” and the recent imprisonment of terrorists on the planet Geonosis.
“These rebels”—Commander Wolffe said the word as if it offended him—“are idiots if they think they can take on the Empire.”
Kazi frowned at the condescension in his tone. She may have held similar cynical beliefs—rebellion against the omnipotent Empire was inevitably futile and would likely lead to mass deaths across the galaxy—but she didn’t care for the former commander’s ridicule.
There were good people out there. People like Lore and Sparks, and even Fehr, who were dedicated to helping others: food relief, chain code provisions, displaced persons’ relocation. Kazi may have lacked the optimism in hoping for the Empire’s end. But she did believe in helping others.
“They’re people who believe in something bigger and better.” She noted the barely masked scorn in the commander’s gaze while he listened to her. “I don’t see why their personal decisions matter so much to you.”
“They don’t.” He tapped two fingers against the bar.
Even sitting his stature and size were imposing. Intimidating. He could easily overpower her if he wanted, and that thought unnerved her.
“They have to realize fighting against the Empire is a waste of resources,” Commander Wolffe interrupted the silence once more. Kazi gripped her spoon harder. “And for what? To restore the Republic? It’s an unattainable goal.”
“Maybe to you.”
“Don’t tell me you believe their agenda.”
Her hesitation to answer earned her a smug look from the commander. It put her on the defensive.
“What about you?” she demanded. “You’re trying to rescue current soldiers of the Empire. That’s an incredibly futile mission.” The commander stiffened and she silently congratulated herself for hitting a nerve. “The rebels may be optimistic, but they’re actually doing something instead of hiding.”
“The rebels’ actions aren’t doing anything helpful. You can argue their actions are working to the contrary. Blowing up government buildings with innocent civilians in them will anger the Empire. It’ll react harsher. And crueler.”
“Those were guerrillas. The rebel network isn’t—”
“What has your network done? Anything of value?”
“The Empire has been in control for little more than a year.” Defensiveness coiled in her muscles and it took effort to keep her tone composed. “Rebellion takes time. Time to plan. To organize. To strategize. The network is gathering resources and intel in order to prepare for well-timed targets. I would expect a commander to know that.”
“Not everyone has time.” Commander Wolffe leaned forward. “My brothers and I are doing something. We’re rescuing soldiers. Getting them out and somewhere safe. Right now. The rebel groups—network, Partisan Front, whatever you want to call them—haven’t done anything beneficial.”
“I find it hypocritical that you’re scorning the rebels while working with them.”
He scoffed. “We’re not working together.”
Kazi frowned. It was her understanding that the three commanders were working with the network. Now that she thought about it, though, Fehr never mentioned a network-clone collaboration. The older woman merely stated she knew the men through a mutual contact.
Suspicion spiked in her chest, like a blowfish the moment it sensed danger. Kazi knew nothing about these clones—their mission could be a lie, a façade for something else.
“We have a similar dislike of the Empire,” Commander Wolffe said, his eyes narrowing at her blatant stare. “That’s it. I won’t waste my time on unrealistic ideologies and impractical strategies that will fail.”
“The rebels’ ideology may be flawed, but it’s hope that dictates their actions. Hope that the galaxy can be better.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “People need that hope—they need something to believe in—because without it, they won’t be invested in the movement.”
He cocked his head to the side, mistrust palpable in his quick assessment of her body. “What are you doing for the movement?”
“I collect data and analyze it.”
“What type of data?”
“Data concerning Veridian Sector.”
Commander Wolffe sat back in his seat, a satisfied expression on his face. “Your data isn’t significant.”
Kazi gritted her teeth. The data she stole from her government job was minimal, and it wasn’t significant to the galaxy at large. However, it kept the network informed of Imperial movements within the Sector, as well as the occasional intelligence that helped precarious situations elsewhere.
Her intel analyses served one purpose: to warn the network of alarming Imperial decisions.
Kazi didn’t appreciate the smug look on the commander’s face, and she didn’t appreciate his blatant dismissal of the rebel network’s work—dismissal of her work—even if she agreed with him.
“It’s better to analyze insignificant data than to abet the Empire. Remind me, you were a soldier, right?” She smiled at the clench in his jaw. “We have people like you to thank for standing by and allowing the Empire to overthrow the Republic.”
The commander straightened in his seat, lips pressing in a firm line. Kazi maintained eye contact. But she could feel the tension emanating from him. Tension and rage.
The silence lasted a full minute before Commander Wolffe tapped his fingers against the bar, rolling his shoulders back.
“ ‘Course a natborn would assume I supported the rise of the Empire.” His voice carried an overtone of indifference. It was belied by the rigidity of his posture. “Arrogant and judgmental, huh.”
“Is it really judgmental if it’s based on fact?”
“And what evidence do you have to support your statement?”
“Did you or did you not serve the Empire as it came to power?”
The commander crossed his arms over his chest. “You said you already knew.”
Kazi regarded him for a few seconds. He had a point—she had made her judgment and thought herself correct without the evidence to support or prove it. It irked her that he was technically right. The taunting quirk of his mouth irked her even further.
“I may have judged you, but I am right.” Kazi turned off the stove and removed her porridge, allowing it to cool. “The clones turned against the Republic and now serve the Empire. You served the Empire, so your criticism of the rebellion is moot.”
Commander Wolffe scoffed. “I’m not allowed to criticize ineffective strategy because of my past?”
“You’re not criticizing ineffective strategy. You’re criticizing the rebellion’s existence.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” He fisted a hand atop the counter. “The rebellion is another form of authority. Similar to the Empire. It’s exerting what it believes is the ideal way of governance.”
It was her turn to scoff. “The rebellion is fighting to free people from oppressive authority. They’re not exerting their own beliefs on others.”
“What happens if the rebellion defeats the Empire? What’s stopping them from abusing their power?”
“The rebellion’s leaders won’t abuse their power—”
“You don’t know that.”
“In that case, you shouldn’t trust any form of authority or governance.” At Commander Wolffe’s casual shrug, Kazi rolled her eyes. “Your cynicism is unreasonable—”
“I have every reason to not trust any form of governance.”
“I never said you didn’t—”
“You were saying my behavior was unreasonable.”
Kazi straightened at the accusation in his tone. “You clearly have a problem with me—”
“And you’ve been the picture of hospitality.”
“As I was saying”—her voice sharpened—“you have a problem with me, so tell me what it is.”
The commander lounged back in the stool. His features were tight with wariness, his gaze cold and harsh. “What does your network want from us?”
The question was so unexpected Kazi could only blink at him.
“The network wants many things,” she said.
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t know what the network wants from you, or if they even want something.” She held his gaze. “What are you doing here?”
“Rescue-and-relocate.” The commander worked his jaw, his eyes never leaving hers. “Why was this house chosen?”
At his flippant tone, Kazi tensed. “Is it not up to your standards?”
“I’m trying to figure out why the network chose this location when you clearly don’t want us here.” He gave her a bored look. “Planning on turning us in to the Empire?”
“Why did you accept the location when you clearly don’t trust the network?”
He refused to answer, his gaze unflinching.
Deeming the conversation concluded, Kazi returned to her porridge. She spooned a lump but hesitated, sneaking a sidelong glance in the commander’s direction. Eating in front of a stranger—eating in front of people, in general—was something she avoided, so she turned her back to him. Her small bite was cold and bland. She forced herself to swallow.
Uncertainty gnawed at her mind and apprehension knotted her muscles. The commander’s intrusion left her feeling off-kilter. Everything was outside her control.
Her porridge was no longer warm. She lost precious minutes of solitude. Her palm ached from the coagulating blood. The floors were dirty.
Kazi bit her tongue. Crumbs dotted the hardwood and it was clear her sister hadn’t vacuumed, even though she said she would.
Gripping her spoon harder, she tried to steady her breathing. She would vacuum when she returned to the house tonight. It wasn’t a big deal.
But her sister’s lack of responsibility vexed her, and her environment was unclean, and now three more people would be using the kitchen. Excluding however many soldiers the clone commanders brought here.
The reality of the situation struck her. Soldiers would be living here. Soldiers she didn’t know. Male soldiers who could be a danger to Neyti or Daria.
Heart beating too fast, Kazi forced herself to take another bite of porridge. It was too cold. She struggled to swallow it.
Panic mounted inside of her. She set aside the bowl and moved on to preparing Neyti’s lunch.
Minutes later, with a well-balanced meal paired with a tasty slice of pie she baked earlier in the week, Kazi stacked the food containers into a portable lunch bag. Snagging a pen and flimsi pad from a drawer, she wrote a quick note.
The moons will be full tonight. We can look at them.
The daily notes were simple. She didn’t know if Neyti read them, but she wanted the little girl to know she wasn’t alone. Even if she was distant and they didn’t talk—
A sharp intake of breath drew her attention and Kazi looked up.
In hindsight, she reacted too slowly.
The situation was unusual—players on a gameboard interacting in a dimension they weren’t supposed to—and so her reaction was delayed, allowing the situation to devolve.
A sleepy Neyti stood at the bottom of the stairs, adorably rumpled in overlarge pajamas and bunny-shaped slippers. Black hair knotted, her mouth hung open.
Kazi’s first thought concerned a morning greeting. She never knew how to interact with Neyti, and she always overthought what to say.
Good morning felt too formal and insincere.
How did you sleep? would go unanswered since Neyti refused to speak.
Today, the greeting debate didn’t matter.
Neyti stared at Commander Wolffe with wide eyes, and the commander stared back, perturbed.
The small child gulped. She mouthed a word, something that looked like “No.”
Confused, Kazi watched Neyti launch herself at the now-standing commander. Tiny fists pummeled the commander’s thighs and stomach, and it was so odd that Kazi still hesitated.
An annoyed grunt from the commander snapped her into action and Kazi lurched around the bar, yanking Neyti into her body. The little girl strained against her arms, gasping.
“Neyti,” Kazi scolded gently, turning the girl around. “Stop—stop.”
Neyti was shaking, large gray eyes welling with tears, nose sniffling. She seemed to be fighting the tears—her tawny skin growing blotchy and shoulders curving inwards. Pitiful hiccups emanated from her chest and she kept gulping, as if she could swallow back the emotions.
The sight of the small child trying to control her emotions made Kazi tense.
It was like looking through a window into her childhood. Witnessing the moments she hid in her room, breathing erratic and body shuddering as she dug her fingernails into her thighs and ordered herself not to cry. Pinching herself to feel real pain rather than the uncontrollable feelings pounding in her chest like fists trying to claw their way free.
“Neyti,” Kazi whispered hoarsely.
Neyti burst into a stifled sob and pressed her hands to her face, trying to hide the tears wetting her cheeks. Small, muffled cries shook her shoulders.
From the corner of Kazi’s eye, Commander Wolffe rubbed the back of his neck, his consternated gaze trained on the crying girl. He took a step forward, brows knitted together.
Deciding it best to create space, Kazi scooped Neyti into her arms and moved upstairs to the safe confines of the little girl’s room. Once the door was closed, she set Neyti on the edge of the bed.
The bed’s quilt was a mosaic depiction of blue and white waves. She thought it would be a pleasant reminder of Ceaia; a reminder of home for the child who lost everything. Small stuffed animals—a spotted jaguar, a blue bird of prey, and a pink dolphin (all natives to Eluca)—perched across Neyti’s stacked pillows.
Sitting cross-legged, Neyti hid her face in her hands. Her sobs had quieted into wet hiccups; she still trembled.
Kazi reached a hand forward—tentative, slow—but she hesitated. She worked hard to respect Neyti’s space, understanding how disorienting unwanted touch could be, and she didn’t want to force it.
Instead, she grabbed the spotted jaguar and gently placed it in Neyti’s lap. A hope the stuffed animal could provide a comfort she couldn’t. Neyti hugged the animal to her chest.
Uncertain what to do now, Kazi scanned the girl’s bedroom.
A brown, wooden desk leaned against the left wall. Laid across its chair was Neyti’s school uniform, creaseless and clean.
Four of the desk’s six shelves were barren. One shelf carried extra school supplies and the second shelf housed a small succulent Daria gifted Neyti a few weeks ago. Bulbous, white dots splattered the red flower, like sheep grazing in a field of blood. Vibrant green oddly shaped leaves sloped the perimeter of the pot. The dirt looked freshly watered.
A quiet cough drew her attention. Wide eyes blinked at her. Abashed, Neyti ducked her chin to her chest, hastily wiping at her cheeks.
Kazi bit the inside of her cheek, hating herself for Neyti’s clear embarrassment. She needed to do better—be better—for the youngling. Shoving aside her self-deprecating thoughts, she grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the nightstand and offered one to Neyti. The girl accepted it and rubbed away her tears.
“Did the man downstairs scare you?” Kazi asked gently.
Neyti froze, her shoulders curving inwards.
“It’s okay if you were scared,” she said. Neyti’s lower lip trembled and Kazi mentally berated herself. Berated herself for putting Neyti in such an awful situation. “It’s scary to see people you don’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him.” She paused. “Did he remind you of what happened to your mom?”
The little girl sniffled and looked down at the bed. Her fingers played with the tissue, folding it into crisp lines.
Kazi massaged her temple. She should have known Neyti would react this way. She should have been prepared. She should have told Commander Wolffe to leave so that she could speak with Neyti.
It was her fault Neyti was scared and crying. She had failed. Failed spectacularly.
Defeat wrapped an unfriendly arm around her; she gritted her teeth.
“That man downstairs isn’t going to hurt you, okay?” She searched Neyti’s frowning face. “He’s a…good guy. And he and a few others like him are going to live with us for a while. Okay?”
Neyti tilted her head to the side, curiosity awakened.
Kazi nudged a bunny slipper with her foot. “You’re safe here. You’re safe with me and Daria. Okay?”
Still fiddling with the tissue, Neyti considered her. For a six-year-old, she practiced a shrewdness most adults lacked, her expression thoughtful, perceptive eyes wandering from the door to her face. Kazi kept her features open and kind, hoping Neyti could see the truth in her gaze. The promise. Finally, Neyti nodded.
Loosing a quiet breath of relief, Kazi straightened. She hesitated for a moment and then extended her hand. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
Neyti appraised her hand. After a few seconds, she patted it.
Slightly bemused, Kazi decided it was progress and made her way to the door.
Correcting one of the lopsided ears on her bunny slipper so that both were proportionally angled, Neyti stumbled from her bed, tossed away her tissue, and followed Kazi back downstairs.
Her hope to ease Neyti into a cohabitated space with the clones—starting small with just Commander Wolffe—was ruined by the presence of the other two clones.
The three clones stood close together, countenances serious and voices low in discussion.
Muscles stiffened along her back and Kazi pursed her lips. So much for an easy introduction.
Lifting her chin, she strode into the kitchen. The clones’ conversation faltered. Three sets of eyes assessed her and then lowered to Neyti who stood on the final step of the staircase, one hand curled around the banister while her gaze bounced from one clone to the next. Her cheeks started to darken; her mouth pressed into a thin line.
Kazi cleared her throat—an attempt to distract the clones from Neyti—and grabbed her bloodied rag, stuffing it in her back pocket to hide it from Neyti.
“I want to apologize for what happened,” she said, meeting Commander Wolffe’s gaze. “I hadn’t told her about your arrival and you…” Scared her.
A muscle flexed in his jaw.
“…startled her,” she finished.
Soft footsteps padded to the corner of the bar. Kazi gave Neyti an encouraging nod. Bunny ears bobbing, Neyti stepped close to her side, her eyes darting from Kazi to the clones. A vacillated movement waiting for someone to act.
Commander Cody moved first, patting one of the bar’s stools. A small smile lifted his lips, and in a kindly voice he asked, “Do you want to sit here?”
An adorable glare darkened Neyti’s features. With a suspicious glower aimed at the commander, she wandered farther into the kitchen, deliberately ignoring the three males.
The clones shared dubious looks.
While Neyti grabbed a fork from a squeaking drawer, Kazi opened a lopsided cabinet to retrieve a plate, wincing at the cabinet’s poor appearance. The house boasted a multitude of loose or broken oddities. She wanted to hire someone to fix the basic issues but she kept putting it off.
Still glowering, Neyti edged around the bar, keeping ample distance between her and the males, and took a seat at the kitchen table. Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and berry slices filled her plate. She took slow bites as she eyed the clones.
Expecting more interrogation from the now-gathered commanders, Kazi faced them. Commander Wolffe was staring at her, arms folded across his chest.
“You have a kid.”
“Yes.” She studied him, trying to decipher his inscrutable expression. It was futile. When the three clones didn’t question her further on Neyti’s existence, she changed topics. “I registered a flight plan for you. Your ship is now a food-export carrier.”
Registering the flight plan under her name left her annoyed and unsettled. But Fehr requested it, and she couldn’t refuse. She only hoped nothing would come of it.
Commander Fox leaned against the bar. “Fehr mentioned you’re an analyst.”
It wasn’t a question so Kazi didn’t bother confirming. Instead, she observed the severe glare Commander Wolffe threw Commander Fox. A glare full of warning.
Either ignorant of Commander Wolffe’s baleful stare or electing to ignore him, Commander Fox continued. “We have intel that needs to be analyzed—”
“No.” The word was low and controlled, and though Commander Wolffe appeared apathetic, the rigid lines in his shoulders and jaw spoke otherwise.
The two commanders stared one another down. Their postures were stiff and eyes narrowed as they engaged in a silent argument Kazi couldn’t parse. Commander Cody looked between them. He released an aggrieved sigh, shaking his head.
Deciding she had no interest in whatever the clones wanted, Kazi joined Neyti at the table.
While Neyti finished her breakfast, Kazi considered her tasks for the day, making a mental note to pick up more lumina berries from the Marketplace. Her thoughts were jittery, though, and her attention returned to analyzing Commander Wolffe. He hadn’t moved, his stance defensive, face guarded.
Except, this time, his expression wasn’t so unreadable.
He was scrutinizing her. Studying her in a way that made the hairs on the back of her neck curl.
There was something in his gaze that left her discomfited. Like she was a ball of yarn, knotted and entangled, yet he was assured in his abilities to pick her apart. To untangle her and peer inside at all she kept carefully locked away and hidden.
But she knew herself, and she knew he would never succeed.
Masterlist | Chapter 1 | A Muse | Chapter 3
A/N: Next chapter release – January 18th
I love the reluctant father trope. It's one of my favorites. But I’ve also come to the unremarkable realization that readers readily forgive male characters for their parenting mistakes, but when it comes to a woman, she’s expected to be a good parent. She’s expected to have a motherly “instinct”, and readers, and society in general, aren’t forgiving of these female characters when they mess up.
This is my take on the reluctant father trope. Kazi will make mistakes when it comes to Neyti’s care. She will majorly fuck up. She is human, she is not infallible, and she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Parenting is a learning experience, regardless of gender. Her struggles are a main part of this story.
Read "A Muse" for additional context and a map of the house.
#I Yearn and so I Fear#commander wolffe x oc: kazi ennari#commander wolffe#oc: kazi ennari#commander wolffe x ofc#star wars fanfiction#commander wolffe fanfiction
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moot games: give your moots song recommendations based on the vibe they give off
OHMIGOSH!!! i love moot games :D thabk u!!! <33 i tried my best to pick non kpop songs that i there’s a possibility you didn’t hear but i might have failed miserably 😀 get ready for the polish jams too bye
@icyminghao ‘get jinxed’ by djerv, it’s from lol ost i think? it’s rebellious, energetic, chaotic… FUN!!! idk you give me vibes if such songs i cannot explain it 😭
@mirxzii ‘envy none’ by chang kiha!! i couldn’t find a translation so uh yeah but honestly this song is so cool, really unique imo… just like you 🫵
@enluv ‘out of my league’ by fitz and the tantrums!! coco you’re so so cool and kinda give the vibe of a person that everyone has a crush on 🥹 and and this song reminds me of summer, good vibes and just chilling on a ride with windows down… a bit dreamy if you will
@malarign joo okay you prolly know the song but i couldn’t help myself… 'jakie to uczucie?’ by oki 😌😌😌 the song is just yk vibing 🤞 good mood and having fun, a little mischievous… just like you tbh
okay i wouldn’t be myself if i didn’t recommend this but @fairyhaos – ‘i ciebie też, bardzo’ by daria zawiałow && dawid podsiadło && vito bambino!! it was a huge hit in poland when it came out but it’s just so dreamy, carefree and beautiful, kind of reminds me of the things you write/your style :”)
@rubywonu i cannot fully explain it but ‘one day’ by lovejoy!! maybe it’s mostly due to the memeories the song holds in me, but hearing it always makes me smile and gives a bit of hope, nostalgic but in a good way (again, personally ^_^)
@etherealyoungk ‘who's ready for tomorrow’ by RAT BOY and IBDY!! it’s a song from cyberpunk2077 ost but it’s so goofy, i love the beat; it reminds me of cartoony main leads walking around the city with so much swag… and you’re so cool just like that 😌
@wheeboo ‘action!’ by dpr live and gray!! it’s so groovy n vibey, cute too 🥹 and maybe it’s the lavender layout on the spotify desktop app too that reminds me of you 🏃♀️💨
@wqnwoos ‘parking lot’ by clarie rosinkranz!! honestly i’m a big fan of the beat of the song, it’s so cool?? i don’t think i’ve heard something similar before
@l3visbby ‘punk tactics’ by joey valence & brae!! help this song is so goofy but i love it 😭 the rhymes are bomb fr but i feel like it matches your vibes a bit?! i love the star wars reference in it but also i feel like you’ll turn into a punk once someone insults changbin 🤞
@ylliris-hanniehae ‘po prostu bądź’ by ralph kamiński!! it’s a cover of a song by a really talented polish singer that sadly passed away. but the song is so gentle, tender… soft… you’re such an angel and it has similar vibes
@slytherinshua there’s a bomb. attention. ‘mio mao la la la la’ by francesco missed i and piero barbetti!! i love it so so much you don’t even know, it’s so goofy and silly and full of cuteness; i smile everytime i hear ir… so just like w you😭😭😭
@yeonjuns-redhair honestly i didn’t know what to chose so i went for ‘ship in a bottle’ by fin!! the song is so emotional, full of drama UGH THE EMOTIONS???!!! poetic and beautiful!! i wanted to go for something more chaotic for you but uh if you think abt it the lyrics do… represent a chaotic situation 😀
@txt-yaomi ‘my type’ by saint motel!! it’s so refreshing, kind of carries the girlboss vibe that you also have 🫵 also another song that means a lot to me tbh it brings all the good memories :D
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More hair recolors! (requests by moyokeansimblr and anons)
They’re really just recolors because weird mapping.
6 natural colors, gray linked to black. Meshes and bodyshop swatches are included, enjoy! :)
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April 7: Today's Excerpt
I did a marathon writing session that I think might have topped three hours--not really sure but I don't think I could have hit the word count I did in only 2--which is a good way to finish out a weekend that was mostly Gremlin time. I think this also means my College AU Chapter 1 is finished in draft form. I should not--NOT!!--hurry to post it. I should have self-control. I should give it plenty of editing time. I should get a chunk of the next chapter written. I should make sure I'm fully ready to continue writing this for my own enjoyment if no one else is interested in it, which is a legit possibility. Can't assume anything, you know.
But man. Tempting.
Anyway, here's a bit from today's writing:
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"You're not imposing. You're accepting an invitation. Not even a good invitation. An invitation to sleep on the floor and possibly be suffocated in your sleep by paint fumes."
"And then you'll dump by body behind the pizza parlor."
Jane makes a low, clicking noise. "You've already discerned my master plan. Now I really will have to kill you."
Jane's dorm is only a few minutes' walk away, an imposing building nearly as wide as it is tall, which glows a pale white in the gray city darkness. She leads the way up the steps and swipes in with her student ID card, and in the quiet beneath the overhang, a wave of white concrete above their heads, the flick of the lock clicking open sounds stark and clear. The lobby looks nothing like that of Daria's dorm back at Raft: lighter, newer, bigger, and the contrast between where she should be and where she is seems to pull her out of herself, like there's a new her warring to take over where the old her usually is. She is simply not going home tonight. She's spending the night with a stranger, like it's some sort of sleepover of the type she never had in high school, and despite the surreal sheen over everything, she finds she isn't nervous or scared.
In the elevator, Jane pushes the button for the sixth floor.
As they step out, Daria hears the faint sounds of music from the far end of the hall, too distant and too weak to be identified, but otherwise the floor is quiet and empty. Jane stops outside the second room to the right, Room 608. While she rummages for her keys, Daria examines the whiteboard on the door, not unlike her own back at Raft, but bigger, and covered in a wider array of pictures and messages. Most of the space is taken up by art: several sketches of creatures she can only describe as goblins, or maybe demons, a caricature of a man with big ears and square glasses, and off to the left an anatomically correct picture of a penis. In the bottom right corner is a message about Monday night dinner, addressed to someone named "S," and scrawled along the top: Laaaaaane, need your notes for Life Drawing ASAP. Find me...! and a picture of a mushroom that must be some sort of signature.
On the right side, one final message in a neat, round hand: Jane, Staying over at Richie's, see you tomorrow, S.
#the year 2024#2024: excerpt#now i need to switch gears to work on the drawer fic which is like aaaaah i dont want to#but i'm really trying to keep up my streak#we're nearing 100 days...#anyway if this excerpt is of interest i'd love to know bc it's really hard to predict what has an audience outside of me myself and i yknow
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IMS Character Data
Name: Lillain Graytail
Age: 110
Height: 5'11"
Build: Toned, curvy
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Raven Black
Skin Tone: Olive
Notable Features: Greying hair, faintly glowing eyes
Combat Style: High powered magic
Character Traits: Caring, Protective, Easy going, Explosive temper
Tropes: Office Romance, Sleeping with the Boss, Cougar
Name: Rory Graytail
Age: 23
Height: 5'10"
Build: Muscular, curvy
Eye Color: Hetero-chromatic (Left Brown, Right Green)
Hair Color: Black/Dark brown
Skin Tone: Olive
Notable Features: Scar under left eye
Combat Style: Lance, strength, and agility
Character Traits: Caring, Gruff, Foul-mouthed
Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Woman in Peril, Teammates
Name: Shoshanna (Anna) Graytail-Hunter
Age: 26
Height: 6'2”
Build: Slender
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale
Notable Features: Very graceful, Extremely shy
Combat Style: Ranged (Rifle)
Character Traits: Caring, Shy, Excitable, Very intelligent
Tropes: Friends-to-Lovers, Love at first sight, Teammates
Name: Marie/Micah/Mark Ginevès
Age: 24
Height: 5'4”
Build: Curvy, Chubby
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Light brown
Notable Features: Fidgety, rarely speaks
Combat Style: Magic
Character Traits: Lack of Confidence, Withdrawn, Caring
Tropes: Reunion, Second Chance, Traumatized
Name: Daria/Dakota/Deryn
Age: ???
Height: 6'4”
Build: Toned, Curvy/Toned
Eye Color: Varies*
Hair Color: Varies*
Skin Tone: Varies*
Notable Features: Varies*
Combat Style: Overwhelming*
Character Traits: Arrogant, Dominant, Overly Protective (only to MC)
Tropes: Reunion, Second Chance, Red-Flag
*Depends on reader choices
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Gendersolidaria System
[PT: Gendersolidaria. End PT.]
[Flag 1 ID: A complex rectangular flag with seven horizontal stripes. The first stripe from the top is black. The second is dark gray and scalloped on the top to overlay the first, and the scallops are outlined in very dark gray. The third is gray and wavy on the bottom, and the waves are outlined in light gray. The center stripe is very light gray. The fifth is gray and wavy on the top, and the waves are outlined in light gray. The sixth is dark gray and and scalloped on the bottom to overlay the seventh, and the scallops are outlined in very dark gray. The seventh stripe is black. In the center of the flag is a black symbol of two people highfiving, three impact lines rising from their hands, all outlined in white. End flag 1 ID.]
[Flag 2 ID: The second flag is identical to the first, but without the outlines on the second, third, fifth, and sixth stripes. End flag 2 ID.]
Pronunciation: [gehn-derr-sawl-ih-deir-i-uh] or [gender-solidaria].
Gendersolidaria: A gender system wherein one's gender is related to solidarity between two or more demographics.
For example, we'll be coining sapphillisolidaria, a gender related to sapphic/achillean solidarity!
More info:
The symbol can be removed, but that's up to the coiner. We think it looks cuter with it.
We'll be using either -daria, -solidaria, or -rie as suffixes for this gender system in our coins, but feel free to vary as needed.
We do not support nor consent to radqueer, proship/comship, etc terms coined under this system. Make your own gender system, please.
To our knowledge, this term was coined by mod Shamrock on keyringmogai on August 14, 2023. Any recoining is accidental, so please let us know if we did so by mistake.
#☘#and you built the birds houses to see if it helped at all > coining#gender system#liom#mogai#liomogai#mogai real#mogaireal#actually liom#actually mogai#liom coining#liom real#liomreal#mogai coining#mogai term#liom term
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Quarta-feira, 15 de novembro de 2023.
- olá! Para você que aqui está a ler, faço o convite para escutar a música que talvez melhor descreva a sensação que gostaria de transmitir.
Por um longo tempo, pensei em estar apaixonado e é engraçado quando se percebe que nunca amou alguém de forma romântica de verdade, vejam bem, o amor está por toda parte mas o romântico... Especialmente o amor romântico, percebo que talvez não esteja para todos nós.
Venho partilhar um pouco sobre mim, como alguém assexual e arromântico e talvez um pouco dos meus medos e inseguranças sobre isso, claro acima de tudo como está sendo o meu caminho pra me aceitar assim.
Acredito que nunca realmente me senti atraído por alguém, vejam eu até tentei! Com um menino que não deu nada certo ou com uma menina que eu dizia que sentia algo, mas no final das contas eu só queria me sentir incluído neste mundo igual a todos que experiênciam a atração sexual e romântica por alguém.
Primeiro, achei que era gay pelo simples motivo de achar homens mais esteticamente bonitos que mulheres e então "TAM" achei que isso seria a tão falada atração sexual, por mais que eu só olhasse e pensasse "que cabelo bonito" "essa roupa fica tão linda nele", é engraçado lembrar disso.
E bem, a segunda vez foi quando eu disse que era demissexual, mas na verdade, para mim, especificamente, era só uma forma de negar que eu não sentia atração sexual e manter uma "esperança" de que um dia ia acontecer.
Já a terceira vez, foi o meu momento de aceitação como assexual estrito, aceitar isso me fez tirar um peso dos meus sombros sobre toda a pressão que isso carrega, foi um alívio, eu não precisava fazer nada disso que todos faziam, poderia ser somente eu.
Claro, nem tudo é tão simples e teve mais uma vez, dessa vez foi como aroace (arromântico e assexual), e perceber que não sentia atração romântica foi um baque, entendam não sentir atração sexual tudo bem acontece, mas, não sentir atração romântica...
" - eu especificamente sempre amei o amor romântico, nos livros, nos filmes, nas fanfics e até mesmo na vida real com os meus mais queridos amigos. Mas perceber que isso não é algo que você pode ter é... Triste... afinal, eu amo o amor romântico mas não sei como ama-lo ou senti-lo"
Eu amo ser como sou, mas às vezes queria poder sentir um pouco disso, de toda a magia do amor ou das partes ruins dele. É ainda estranho dizer que sou aroace, pois a maior parte das pessoas não entendem e no final eu só me sinto invalidado.
Acho que uma das coisas que mais odeio é quando perguntam se eu estou namorando com algum amigo próximo, é frustrante pois dá uma sensação que não se pode ter uma certa intimidade ou aproximação com alguém sem ser um namoro ou alguma intenção parecida.
Geralmente eu levo na brincadeira assim como muitos de nós que por dentro sentimos essa sensação estranha de "não é óbvio que somos só muito amigos?", me pergunto se isso provém de uma sociedade muito pautada no romance e sex0, e acredito que realmente seja isso no final das contas.
O amor romântico nunca foi um tema de relevância na minha vida até o momento que eu percebi que não conseguia senti-lo, eu nunca vou ter um encontro, nunca terei um relacionamento romântico, nunca vou apresentar alguém para meus amigos ou família, nunca viverei toda a emoção desse sentimento... Admito que isso deixa um certo gosto ruim.
Mas existem muitas outras relações tão importantes quanto, e até mesmo existe o famoso "relacionamento queer platônico", eu não me importo mais tanto com isso como antes.
- Mas sei que para mim, Tudo que tenho no final, são os meus amigos e o amor que sinto por eles, sei que é tão bonito quanto. Por esse motivo decidi dar para eles toda a magia que daria para o amor romântico.
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[Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction] The Mirror
"If the sky and the ocean were one, then I would never tell the stars about you. Because I fear that the silver waves will whisper to you those secrets..."
Couple: Sebastian Sallow x Daria Gray (Slytherin MC) X Ominis Gaunt (1v2)
Credit: The cover artwork belongs to @havenmaefowler. Please find them on Tumblr and show your love for their artwork.
Warning: English is not my first language, which means this story may contain grammar problems.
Because I’m from a country where English is not my native language, the writing style of this story may be different for some readers. However, I hope that you all will have a great experience and not feel like your time was wasted after reading my work. Thank you so much for patiently reading up to this message.
My Ao3: [Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction] The Mirror
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22: Coming soon...
Last update: Septermber 6, 2023
#ominis gaunt#ominis x reader#sebastian sallow#sebastian x mc#fanfic#ominis x oc#ominis x mc#sebastian x oc#sebastian x reader#hogwarts legacy#sebastian x oc x ominis
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Hi guys! I’m gonna make an intro post because I have decided to come back to this blog. My other account has some bad memories associated with an ex friend and I’d rather use this one. Anyway:
Hi, my name is Riah (pronounced like Mariah without the “Ma”) but you can also call me Yorke, Lex, or anything idrc as long as you’re nice. I’m non-binary and I think agender is the best label for me but I lean more masculine so please use they/he (it and xe are fine, idrc as long as it’s not she/her.) I’m also a sex-repulsed asexual and I think I’m panromantic (not really sure, I’ve only dated one person and it was a guy before I was out as enby.) please do NOT flirt with me or ask me about my ex unless I want to talk about it. I still have a lot of trauma from irl stuff over the last few years but I don’t take stuff out on people.
I am 21 years old and am diagnosed with autism and ADHD as well as anxiety and off and on depression due to all the other stuff. If you’re ableist or say I’m faking my autism/ADHD, I will block you! That’s not cool.
I like a lot of different music rock and indie (Radiohead, Björk, Coldplay, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Fiona Apple, etc) and I might post stuff here but this is mainly for other fandoms. I am a K-pop stan (mainly girl groups) and I sometimes post them. My main groups are BLACKPINK, Dreamcatcher, (G)-IDLE, Aespa, and IVE. I’m also obsessed with Taemin. I’m not against RPF on principal (as long as it doesn’t involve minors) and I’ve written some K-pop fics before. I don’t write smut because of me being ace. If I do crosspost or promote my AO3 here a lot of my fics are sad. But I mainly post fanfic of fictional stuff. I also don’t like people who are obsessive weird stans with K-pop, pop singers, rappers, it doesn’t matter who it is. Basically any celebrity if you stalk them or think you can marry them that’s weird! Fanfiction is FICTION and they are real people with lives. I see this stuff a lot in the K-pop community so I just wanted to put that as a disclaimer here I in no way support that behavior.
Im I’m a lot of fandoms but my main ones are Genshin, ATLA, Sonic, Mega Man, Legend of Zelda, Mario, Daria, MCU (mainly GOTG these days) Disney/Pixar, Spiderverse + animation in general. I used to be into Star Wars and Hunger Games but I’m more casual with it now. Im bad at watching shows because of my ADHD and need to finish stranger things and umbrella academy someday and then I’ll post them haha. I have a lot of dead fandoms from not finishing stuff. Also I used to be into Harry Potter but I’ve cut all ties with that because of JKR. I won’t hate you if you like HP stuff especially fan content but if you support JKR I’m gonna block you.
I don’t kin characters hardcore but there are definitely some that have more than one relatable aspect to me or I just love posting stuff about: Zuko, Katara, Blues, Zero, Mirabel, Shadow, Nimona, Rocket, Nebula, Vanellope, Gwen, Diluc, Scara—those are just some of my favorites and I’ll post a lot of spam about them lol. If you hate on me or others for having headcanons unless it’s like really really screwed up then don’t come on my page! I’m cool w all ships aside from p3d0 stuff (I personally don’t read 1ncest but it it’s fiction idrc. I will mention I’m in the Archie Sonic fandom to an extent and I ship Knuxulie who are distant cousins, but I don’t count is as 1ncest because everyone is technically related, it’s pretty distant, and Ken Penders is weird. It’s stuff like siblings, parent/child, first cousins, etc. that icks me out. I also don’t ship adopted siblings like Thor and Loki because that’s still incest so stop. robot masters are a gray area because there are so many Wilybots, there is a brief mention of Snake/Shadow in the fic, but all the main sibling ones I don’t ship together.) and people who say shit like “all reylos are toxic” don’t fly with me. I use this as an example because it’s what my ex used to do. Also taking things way too seriously about fiction like saying SU is the worst thing ever (I also want to mention my ex agreed with Lily Orchard and when I pointed out the rightful criticism she got for her lack of research, he said people only hate her because she is trans. He is a cis guy.) I also want to be clear that cishet guys who hate Korra as a character are on thin ice. I have weirdly specific boundaries because of my ex bf.
I hate people who gatekeep stuff in fandoms too unless you’re gatekeeping it from racist people or something. I also hate people who say “you’re not a real fan if you like/dislike a thing the fandom dislikes/likes”, people who harass writers or actors because they don’t like a show like be fr. So if I see that stuff on my page you’ll be blocked. Also saying stuff is non canon just because you don’t like it. The two biggest examples are the Star Wars sequel trilogy and BOTW/TOTK. People who say anyone who likes the sequel trilogy is a fake fan, and people who say that TOTK isn’t a real Zelda game just because they don’t like it. It’s annoying.
I know I mentioned I write fanfic and I’ll occasionally post art here. My instagram, AO3, and stuff is all in my Linktree which it’s not letting me copy link but I’ll post the url here.
linktr.ee/Riahlexuko
Also I wrote a Mega Man fanfic https://archiveofourown.org/works/50900716/chapters/128590468
Anyway I hope you guys have fun and enjoy the blog, I repost a lot of stuff but I’ll post OC sometimes. Anyway, bye for now!
#intro post#introduction#lgbtqia#nonbinary#autistic#adhd#atla#mega man#sonic the hedgehog#disney#loz totk#across the spiderverse#gotg#nimona#super mario#mcu#queer
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That huge gray sweatshirt belonging to MAKS...absolutely! lol Maks is a little taller and a little wider than Vova (if this sweatshirt was Andriy's ...Vova would drown in it. I guess the sleeves would reach to his knees ;)) Btw my name is Daria and I'm the anon from last h/c prompt who reads and absolutely loves all your stories on AO3. :) I started observing your blog (I also love all vintage and poetry stuff you have) and if you wish to do the same for mine we could mesagge each other from time by messages on tumbrl) :)
hey Daria!! Its so lovely to meet you ❤️ your anon message was the sweetest thing, honestly!! I've followed you (I think!) but always feel free to drop a message anytime!
The thought of Vova in either Andriy's sweatshirt or Maks' is too adorable 🥺
Maks sighing as he drags his sweatshirt over his head and hands it to Vova because of course his commander in chief has decided to embark on a trip to the front lines in nothing but a t-shirt and cargo trousers, paying absolutely zero attention to the weather reports that promise a sharp dip in temperature - all his questions about the troops; about what they need for the colder weather.
Because, of course, he entirely forgets about himself until a shiver ripples through him in the depths of a bunker on the front lines, close enough to hear the AA-guns and he raises a wry eyebrow, making some murmured joke that draws a laugh from the assembled soldiers, none of them quite catching the tense shoulders, hands-in-pockets, suppressed-shuddering-cold--
Maks' gentle, fond you-need-to-listen-to-me-for-once aside delivered under his breath as Vova nestles into the jumper and gives a sheepish, almost shy smile.
<3
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Вампирские будни/Vampire everyday life(in english at the end :)
Vlad: Well, my dear Carrow, did you miss your dad? Oh, it's a pity that you can't talk yet... Your hair is already starting to grow. It seems to be gray, like dad's..
Vlad: Well, Carrow! My hand is not a bed! You can fall off it! Come on, I'll put you to bed and you'll sleep... And I'll go and talk to my mother. Good night, my dear.
Daria: Did you put Caroline to bed?
Vlad: Yes, but I don't know if she fell asleep...
Daria: All right. Have you changed into pajamas yet? Are you going to sleep now?
Vlad: I would like to, but you don't want to sleep???
Daria: Vladdy! I want to sleep too... But we need to talk.
Vlad: About what?
Daria: Well... I would like to go to work...
Vlad: And where do you want to go to work?
Daria: Well, I don't know. Where to get ... Let's see.
Vlad: Aren't you afraid that something might happen again?
Daria: No, I'm not afraid... I won't walk around dark corners this time...
Vlad: Okay... But we'll have to think more.
Daria: And also, I'm invited to a reunion of graduates. I don't know if I should go or not..
Vlad: Why? Everyone was constantly bullying you, but you will take it and come?
Daria: Actually, I'm thinking of going with you to show those bullies that I'm doing great.
Vlad: Hmmm, well, of course I'll go with you.
Daria: Thank you very much, my dear, I love you.
Vlad: No way, my dear. Everything for you.
Daria: What, let's go to sleep?
Vlad: I could offer you to woo-hoo, but you probably want to sleep, right?
Daria: Where? That's where Caroline sleeps!
Vlad: Don't forget about the lower floor... There are coffins there.
Daria: Okay, I'm in business)
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