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spyglassrealms · 3 months
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Spy's OCs: Zak Kaiyo
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art by my good friend, the wonderful @wildegeist!
Realm: Arcverse Species: Tokaya Homeworld: Terotewaukia (Teroteaumia system) Age: 26 annua (29 Earth years) Gender (human analogue): cismasculine (he/him, xe/xen*) Height: 1.8 m Weight: 72.5 kg Occupation: Captain and pilot of the starship Free Spirit; freelance cargo-hauler; occasional mercenary; jack-of-all-trades [Suggested Listening: Burn Out Brighter by Anberlin]
Zakane "Zak" Kaiyo is the co-owner, captain, and pilot of the heavily-modified light hauler Aum Hara (otherwise known as the "Free Spirit") and the leader of a small band of freelance spacers that make their home aboard the ship. He's just one more spark in the great spiral; one more restless soul trying to make a living doing what he can in a galaxy that's always moving and yet always standing still. From the Tyrian Shallows to the Drift and everywhere in between, Zak and his small but loyal crew of misfits can be found anywhere something interesting is happening.
Zak's talented -albeit reckless- piloting skills earned himself and his copilot Arkto a spot in the Galactic Spacecraft Pilots Association Hall of Fame, having broken the record for the smallest crewed ship by mass to exceed 10 million times the speed of light with a hyperdrive. His performative stuntwork is also renowned, and he frequently attends the annual Galactic Pilot Convention.
Most of the "swashbuckling freelance ace pilot" tropes apply to this space hobo, whose personal creed is "do good recklessly." His confidence, determination, and cheerful sarcasm make for an extremely charismatic, if reckless, leader. He's very mischievous and likes to get into trouble, but can be relied on to get out of it as quickly as he gets into it… most of the time. Zak acts fearless but, go figure, this man has Attachment Issues. He hates the idea of getting tied down to one place or thing, yet at the same time he is fiercely protective of his crew. (Shhh. Nobody tell him.)
Zak's homeworld is a backwater: connected to the galaxy and participant in its affairs, but hardly anyone there actually got out beyond the system. He was constantly told that he ought to be happy on Terotewaukia, fixing up interplanetary haulers and maybe going to the outer moons of the system once in a while. He and his two best friends always wanted more. The three of them had plans to quietly fix up one of the written-off hauler derelicts on company time and get the hell out, making their way around the wild starry yonder to see what could be seen.
And then one of them decided they wanted to stay and settle down.
That was the last straw for Zak. As soon as the opportunity arose, he and Arkto (his other bff) took off in their souped-up light hauler and never looked back. But once they were out there... Zak came to realize that the galaxy isn't a really adventurous place.
See, Arcverse is a universe that everyone thinks has been more or less figured out. Galactic civilization has been around for something like a million years or so, and the Arcadian Order have been sort of running the Galactic Assembly for about that long (mostly because they got off their planet first and they do a pretty decent job of wrangling the rowdier civilizations with diplomacy). The entire galaxy is, broadly speaking, at peace. The clash of titans already happened; the fate-of-the-galaxy-level stakes were sorted out thousands of generations ago. All the major starfaring powers, while independent in principle, are constrained by the bureaucracy of the Galactic Assembly. There's mild internal turmoil —and there's always an underbelly— but it's still quite tame. There's a whole galaxy out there with lots to see but nothing to really strive for in it.
Zak Kaiyo is someone who desperately, fundamentally, needs to strive. He wants to live fast and die young in a galaxy where everyone lives at a reasonable pace and dies basically never. He exists to challenge the stagnancy of a world that's as close to utopia as it can reasonably be. Zak wants so badly to save the galaxy, but he lives in a galaxy that doesn't need saving. And that's tearing him to pieces.
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sniffingstarss · 8 months
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we love the process in this house
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baddminton · 1 month
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luciolefire · 7 months
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Me? For the mutual bingo? 👉👈
Yessss!!
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(I like how the 👉👈 square is literally you in this ask hahah /lh)
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queerholmcs · 11 months
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How long have you been in the Sherlock fandom?
long enough to deserve financial compensation.
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that-angry-noldo · 1 year
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The Gilded Cage,
the world of dreams
Orodreth dies. Orodreth dies, but his spirit is caught and locked, added to the dragon's hoard. The reality mends and twists, creating a new life for the dead king.
CWs: unreality, implied character death
[This is my @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift for @elyksina! Merry Christmas and happy New Year!]
You are tired. 
You are lying on the ground, staring into the thick grey mist through the half closed eyes. 
Eru, you are tired. 
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Orodreth woke up. His chambers were still dark. 
He could feel Finrod awake several rooms away - he was certain the man hadn't even slept. Orodreth sighed. 
He supposed it was his call to get up. 
~
"Did you sleep good?" Finrod said, trying to break the deafening silence of the breakfast. Orodreth looked up.
"You weren't even sleeping, Uncle."
"Oh," Finrod looked aside, reaching for the butter. He stopped midway through, looked away, stilled. Pulled back. "Oh. Yeah, right, I wasn't sleeping. I still want you to sleep well, kid." 
Orodreth sighed. "I'm not a kid a few hundred years already, Uncle. There was that paperwork I needed to work through, right?" 
~
"Gwindor!" 
Finduilas giggled, pushing away the dark-haired ellon, and hurried to Orodreth. 
Orodreth smiled at the elf-lord. 
Gwindor's face remained stone-cold. Gwindor grinned back. 
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It is over. It is over. 
You lost. 
Dust settles in your lungs, and you cough.  
It's alright. You will be dead within hours anyway.
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"Did you sleep well, Artaresto?" Finrod grinned, addressing him during a lively breakfast. Orodreth saluted him with his coffee.
"Better than ever, Uncle," he smirked, ignoring the ever present feeling of dread, doom dangling on a thin hair above his head, and passed the jam to Celebril. 
"Oh," Finrod grinned. "I'm sure your father would love to hear that!" 
"My-" 
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Dirty hands grab you, and you gasp for air - no, you'll be dead, you'll be dead, you'll be-
You miscalculated, little gold, didn't you? 
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"Better than ever, Uncle," he smirked and passed the jam to Finduilas. "It's a shame father… isn't here with us. He'd be glad knowing we're doing alright." 
Finrod's face softened. "Yeah," he smiled. "I think he would." 
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It's funny. It's funny! You thought you'd escape - you thought something as inconvenient as death would save you. 
Poor, poor little gold. 
It's alright. I'll keep you safe. 
I'll keep you in check. 
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"No," Orodreth sighed, rubbing his temples. "Please, this decoration goes here. Yeah, like that. A bit to the left. Perfect, thank you." 
"This looks spectacular," Finrod said, coming from behind. "You truly outdid yourself, nephew." 
"Thanks," Orodreth smiled softly. "I want the wedding to be nothing but ideal, Uncle. Thank you for your help."
"I understand," Finrod took a sip of wine from his glass. "And it's nothing, I was bored out of my mind anyway. Can I ask you a question, though?" 
"Sure," Orodreth shrugged, not taking his eyes off the decoration. 
"Why have you chosen gold?" 
"Wha- Uncle- these are clearly white." 
"Are they?" Finrod whispered, and Orodreth turned to him. 
"Were you sleeping well, Artaresto?" the dead king asked, looking at him with empty eyes, and Orodreth-
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"I understand," Finrod took a sip of wine from his glass. "And it's nothing, I was bored out of my mind anyway. Can I ask you a question, though?" 
Orodreth inhaled. "No, I- I don't think I'm in the mood for questions, Uncle." 
"Oh! Oh, that's alright," Finrod said, surprised. "No, it's fine. Do you need some wine?" 
"No, I don't," Orodreth whispered. "I have to go now. Thanks for help." 
"Finduilas said hi," Finrod threw to his back. Orodreth hurried out of the room. 
The decorations were golden. The hallway was endless. 
It was fine, 
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it is fine, it is fine, it is fine it is it is, little gold. You're fine. You're alright. 
You're so amusing, by the way. 
~
They were in the middle of a sunflower field.
"Hi," Angrod said, and Orodreth's breath hitched. He fell into his father's arms. 
"Dad," he sobbed, and his shoulders shook. Tears ran down his cheeks and fell on Angrod's soft robe. "Dad, dad-" 
"Hey, it's alright," Angrod whispered, rocking him back and forth. "It's alright. You're safe. You're safe now." 
"Dad, dad, dead, dead-" 
"Shhh," his father whispered, kissing his forehead. "It's alright. Stay with me." 
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Stay with him, huh? It would be a fun scenario to watch now, wouldn't it?  
… I'll let it play out. I've got a whole eternity here with you anyway. 
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He was lying in the field. The skies were purple. 
"It's peaceful, isn't it?" 
"How are you here?" Orodreth scoffed. 
Finrod shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not real." 
"You- you are." 
"Huh. That's new, little gold." 
"Don't call me that." 
"As if I have a choice," Finrod said. "Were you sleeping well?" 
The sky was pink. The sun was setting. 
The sunflower field was endless. 
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"Finrod's been all weird lately," Orodreth proclaimed, walking in the room. Angrod was pouring tea in his cup. 
"That's Uncle Finrod for you, Artaresto," he scolded, but smiled soon enough. "In what way was he weird?" 
"We were talking," Orodreth said, sitting in a chair. "He called me-" 
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"He called me-" 
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"He-" 
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Come on, Artaresto. You can do it. 
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"Artaresto?" 
"Artaresto, are you alright?" 
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Are you sleeping well, little gold? 
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Come on, Orodreth. Wake up. Please, I can't be with you any longer-
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"You're- you're-" 
"Hey, hey, everything's fine, alright? I'm here, you're here-" 
"Dad-" 
"It's alright, I'll make you some tea. You love- you love mint, don't you? Yep, mint and honey, mint and-" 
The tea tastes like nothing, Orodreth thought absently. The tea tastes like nothing. I'm surrounded by flowers, and yet they have no smell. It's evening, but I feel no cold. 
"Dad."
"Or do you want some warm milk? I can do that, I can do that too-" 
"Atya!"
Angrod stilled and turned to his son. 
His eyes were too blue and his movements were too stiff. 
"I have not been sleeping well," Orodreth whispered. "I-" 
"Ever since Bragollach," he choked. "Ever since you- ever since you and Uncle and Celebril-" 
"Oh," Angrod whispered, and the next second his arms were around Orodreth, hugging him tightly. "Oh, Artaresto."
"You're dead," Orodreth whispered. "You're dead. Uncles are dead. Finduilas- Finduilas is dead." 
"I am dead, too."
Angrod didn't move. 
Orodreth inhaled and laid his father on the ground. Angrod's hands were cold and unmoving. 
"I don't want to sleep forever," Orodreth whispered. "I don't want to sleep forever, but there is no escape." 
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Your new world is beautiful, in the same way a gilded cage may look perfect to its owner. 
Sometimes, you are in a field, surrounded by beautiful flowers that never had a smell. Sometimes, the sky is painted in unreal colours. Sometimes, the sun is almost warm, almost alive. 
Sometimes, you're in the middle of empty cities, with chimeras staring at you from sharp roofs, with architecture twisted in the most beautiful, in the most distorted way. 
You're always alone. Your world is always empty, safe for the golden eyes of your beast warden. 
There are no sounds. 
There are no tastes. 
There are no smells.
You start forgetting. You're too tired to keep fighting. 
Until, 
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The world cracked, and Orodreth thought he was dying for the second time. 
He was dying, because the world screeched and roared and twisted and Orodreth heard, Orodreth heard for the first time- for the first time in eternity, and he screamed and fell and it was pain and it was agony and
and Turin stood with black sword in his hands, blood hissing on its blade,
and Orodreth screamed and ran to him, 
but he fell, 
and he was falling and falling and falling and falling and then
Orodreth died. 
His father cried and reached to him with bodiless arms. 
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"I'm sorry," Finrod said for the hundredth time. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do more." 
"It's alright," Orodreth whispered. 
The sea was dark and grey. A seagull cried in the distance, and wind brushed his cheek, and it smelled of salt and algae. 
It was cold, and the rock underneath him was rough, but it was so unmistakingly, so goddamn alive.
Orodreth wanted to cry. 
"It's alright. After all, I'm not asleep anymore." 
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padfootastic · 1 year
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Unpopular opinion time! I'm queer and super here for queer rep always, but the newest/youngest wave of MWPP fans needs to understand that there just wouldn't have been 5-15 openly queer/trans/gnc students running around Hogwarts in the 1970s. Even if one or all of them had the wherewithal to understand that about their identity in the first place, it wouldn't have been safe to be openly out in that context. Hell, it was illegal to be gay in Scotland until 1981.
So this unpopular opinion is a 2-parter, which is also that fic is way more interesting when it depicts queerness as understanding its context. Sure it can be there, it always has been, but this is a conservative boarding school in 1970s Scotland and is so much more interesting when that's acknowledged.
oooooh okay, so. we’re really getting into it, huh?
i think i’m gonna go with…neutral on this. not because i don’t have opinions, but bc i have too many of them.
so, for one, funnily enough im not big on realism in fiction (esp set in other universes like hp’s wizarding world) and that translates into a lot of freedom to move around in terms of identity hcs. one of my favs, for eg, is that homosexual relationships aren’t a big deal bc say, fertility potions & pregnancy spells, yeah? another longstanding hc i have that i staunchly believe in is complete gender equality/lack of sexism in the WW. so, if u hc it as being open to all sexual/gender orientations bc, magic, then u completely (and happily) sidestep the whole ‘queerness in 19th ce britain’ yeah? the whole illegal thing is also a bit iffy too bc i personally consider the WW to be a v distinct society with its own everything but that’s a personal hc tbf.
having said that—i get so annoyed by some representation lol
i mean, people write what they want as they should but sometimes it comes off so fkn hollow. like they’re doing it because they should, not bc it’s their wish. and there’s all sorts of sociological reasons behind it and why i’m so annoyed by that but the baseline is this: queer rep becomes more virtue signalling that robs itself of all its virtue and i don’t…vibe with that.
Send me unpopular opinions!
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bigbrainname · 1 year
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the text in the image reads -->im going to clobber you to death<--with the little Pisces sign instead of a h
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valla-chan · 5 months
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#dude i feel so bad rn#i feel like im doomed forever to be an annoying dismissive troll even to ppl i care about#and on accident sometimes#but theres so much seemingly insane dogshit in the world#so many angry people on edge constantly#sometimes im like fuck the internet fr#i need to delete reddit off my homescreen tbh#i wanna help my friends but i dont know how#idk how im supposed to maintain my own life in a way i like#tired of psuedoscience repackaged as “witchcraft” for teens#tired of constant boring transphobic arguments everyone dogpiles behind#tired of leftist infighting bullcrap#tired of everything conservative#tired of complaining about life#tired of being scared over life#tired of having zero sense of past or future and just existing as this numbskull dishonest shell of a person in the present#tired of my friends getting walked on#tired of working towards goals i give up on when almost done#i feel like the more effort i put into my life somtimes the worse i feel because of how it just does nothing most times#or i dont like whatever whatever i worked so hard towards#does any of this actually get better with time like i think or am i just lying to myself again#idk if i can wash my dishes tonight tbh#i think today is one of those fuck it nights#god#i need to keep working on this god damn game and i just cant too#i want anti anxiety meds#i want adderal#i want anything that will let me function like i should#i dont even care about the depression at this point i can manage that#how do people do this
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ayoedebiris · 2 years
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hi dee! do you have recs for horror movies or shows with lesbians or wlw in general?
yes!!!
my absolute fave is the fear street trilogy!! the first and third center around a lesbian couple (and the second one has a wlw ship as well i believe the actress who plays cindy berman has said she thinks she was a lesbian)
bodies bodies bodies is a movie that just came out, 4/5 of the leads are queer women and theres a lil love triangle going on
the haunting of bly manor and haunting of hill house! both have lesbians as leads (the wlw ship is more focused on in bly than in hill house i would say tho)
i know what you did last summer (the tv series) i LOVED!! two of the leads are wlw and i dont wanna spoil but their relationship gets....interesting
yellowjackets!! oh my god YELLOWJACKETS!! theres a cult, soccer girlfriends, and a 90s timeline i cannot recommend this enough!!!
scream 2022 has one of my favorite wlw characters EVER shes a horror obsessed lesbian and i will love her forever
scream mtv (s1&2) has a wlw lead (who makes it out alive!! i was surprised too)
first kill is a vampire x vampire hunter story abt lesbians <3
in nope keke palmer plays a lesbian (& is a lead) <3
and here are some more movies that are on my list to watch before the month is over:
the perfection
thelma
mullholland drive
bound
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liizardwiizzard · 1 year
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Things 4am Drawpile the other night
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teruthecreator · 1 year
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i wanna testdrive she/he pronouns but idk how. i feel like i only ever use he in reference to myself when im making a joke. but tbh thats kind of how i see myself???? like a prolonged comedy bit. like i wanna be called a he like you call every animal a he before its owner tells u its gender. i wanna be called she like old men call their boats she. does this make any sense 
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akiyamastar · 1 year
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Did you hear about the Reis who fought eachother?
WHAT what does this mean I have not..... who are these Reis
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whereisfemctoday · 1 year
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Where is Femc today?
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she is staying hydrated like you all should be : ) take care of yourselves!
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redbritishsniper · 2 years
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[DRINK] - sender sets something to drink down in front of receiver.
@dead-eye-ranger
"I guess this calls for a celebration for our job well done, eh?" She gladly accepted what Arthur has gave her and raised her glass to him as a toast. "Cheers, lad."
@dead-eye-ranger
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mental health win! scheduled my first therapy session! 
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