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finelinevogue · 2 years
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these are angsty times, so i feel like a good angsty blurb about h never making time for you is one idea. but since these are angsty times, then maybe it also calls for fluff so maybe h likes to do one thing different in any of his songs for you every show? kind of like sabrina carpenter’s nonsense outro? so like maybe during keep driving, he always sings something different to you or about you?
pls tell me i’m making sense, i can’t talk i’m too excited
okay hello. of course my first blurb back would be requested at the hands of our very own nova (this is especially for you);
(this is part of the harryshouse!universe too)
It was a known thing that Harry was very much in love with you.
If anything, the poor man was so in love with you he got teased for it. Even the fans were in on some of the jokes. You being a well known Youtuber and social media influencer meant that Harrys doting love was often well publicised.
Actions such as him buying you flowers, him making you dinner or taking you out for a fancy dinner would be shown on your Instagram for fans, and everyone else, to see. However, simple things like stolen kisses, hand-written love notes and 3AM ice-cream runs for you were actions that you kept secret and close to your heart.
Those actions were yours and Harrys alone.
There were some actions, however that were made overtly public so even people that didn't have Instagram or follow you would hear of.
Some of Harrys love declarations made National news headlines.
Specifically the changing of lyrics at his concerts.
Like stated, it was no surprise that the love Harry had for you would cause him to do some crazy things, but Harry changing his lyrics on stage would always be on of the greater, funnier, gestures for you. What's more, is they were as public as they came.
It started with 'Keep Driving'. In New York, night 3.
Nobody was expecting the show to be any different musically to the night before, except for when he changed the lyrics to 'Keep Driving'. At first the fans thought he was singing a different song, but afterwards, through re-watching videos, they came to learn the new lyrics he'd made.
"Cocain, Y/N's boob. I choke her, with a sea view."
When you had come to realise what he had sung you had gone red in the face.
"Harry!"
He knew he was in trouble just from the fact you used his full and proper name, rather than he loving nicknames you used for one another.
"In the kitchen, love." He answered back, swivelling on the barstool chair to face the door you would come through.
When he saw you, you were red in the face and were shaking your head with a sarcastic grin. Harry smiled as he watched you walk over to him, dressed in one of his tour jumpers and a pair of joggers.
You stopped in front of him and he immediately brought you closer, sliding his warm hands underneath the jumper and running them up and down your back.
"What's with the pout, hm?" He asked.
"You know." You challenged him, wanting to see whether he did or did not in fact know.
"If it's about the fact I bought you Galaxy instead of Cadbury's chocolate, again, i've already apologised five times." He groaned.
"It's not about that actually," You shook your head, "But you should know that no amount of apologies will fix that problem."
Harry smiled and shook his head at you. "Then what, baby?"
You turned your phone around and showed him a video of the previous night on stage, singing the new version of ‘Keep Driving’. He nodded his head along to the music and you noticed no sense of regret or guilt to what he had done.
You looked expectantly at him once you’d finished showing it to him.
“Well?” 
“Well what?”
“What the fuck was that? You basically outed the fact that I am a very kinky lady.”
Harry snorted a laugh. “Baby, you’re not a lady if you let me choke you.”
“So you both admit and are okay with how you sang that verse.”
“Uh everyone knew the song was about you anyways, love. It’s not that hard to figure it out, since I’ve only ever been in love with you.” He counter argued, making very good points.
“Well now they’re starting a fan project to sing that line instead of the original version.” You grumbled. “So they’re collectively singing about my boobs and you choking me.”
He didn’t day anything but just smiled.
You pushed away from him but he was quick to grab your hand and pull you even closer back to his chest.
“At the end of the day, I’m only choking you.” 
And at that, he had pretty much won the argument - later proving his last remark to you. 
Since that ‘Keep Driving’ impromptu lyric change, Harry has been clever in building them into the rest of the set. He doesn’t make the lyric changes every night on stage, even if the fans do sing the new version, but sometimes he’ll be spontaneous and create a new one. 
“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you. Y/Ns the spoon, dip them in honey so I could be sticking to youu.”
There was even one show where he saw you standing with a tub of ice-cream and he came over to sing to you:
“Is that ice-cream edible, ‘Cause my stomach’s not that full. Can I have a little taste? Just a taste?” 
Before he leant down to taste the ice-cream and screamed ‘oh yeah’ afterwards whilst he continued to dance. 
Never was there quite someone who showed their love for their partner, the way that Harry did for you. 
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vexahlia2008 · 2 months
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This is a Nova appreciation post
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Look at her isn’t she the best most adorable blorbo I luv her
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mothheart · 1 year
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quick! tell me about the oc you're rotating around in your brain
AH.... well a big one would be Nova so we'll go with them
Unsurprisingly Nova is very much on the brain lately. I think I'm very happy with how they're shaping out so far :3 they're kind of taking /me/ in the direction they've gone because that's usually how it goes with my ocs. I planned things out for them starting off but most things just come to me in time and that's all Them talking baybee.
They're also the first aroace spectrum character I've focused this heavily on in a story and its really exciting! I'm very much Not aroace so I've worried previously about doing them justice but it's been really fun so far. Most of my stories also have heavy romance aspects (which I am 100% happy with idc how people feel about it) but that's very much a side thing in Nova's story and it's been a new and fun experience to write something that doesn't really heavily factor in romance. I've mentioned this before but they are also agender !
They're disabled (just as a significant amount of my ocs are) with having lost their right arm and also having a stutter. Which is also really fun to write :) I'm becoming more disabled physically as I get older so I think it helps me cope writing characters with disabilities.
They're a very friend and family oriented character and they love all of their friends to pieces. I initially thought Nova's relationship with Solanum would be purely platonic but I think it's more on the queerplatonic side the more I've developed their story.
They also love Hal so so much and their relationship in particular is also going in a direction I didn't initially plan for and it's just fun to see where writing Nova leads me and as I develop them these things come to me which is why I kinda say that they have control of the reins more than I do lol
They have a very big curiosity and desire to learn and explore but their fear of space really doesn't mix well with that. At some point though, they realize they are getting some joy out of learning things about the Nomai and everything else despite the grim circumstances they are stuck in.
It doesn't really show yet in what I've posted, but Nova really is just a little fella (gender neutral) and likes to be silly, especially with Hal. They just have a very big spiral into a bit of a depression with everything they experience in the events of the game. They got up to plenty of shenanigans and mischief with Hal when they were younger :]
They also like their marshmallows untoasted (which you do see in my stuff I've posted so far) and Hal would always tease them about it. It's a sensory issue thing
They're ambidextrous and it takes a lot of effort and relearning, but they pretty much gain full functionality back with their prosthetic arm
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babydarkstar · 2 months
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honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered
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moonverc3x · 2 months
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novalizinpeace · 2 months
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idk if this is me making fun og fanon dogday or me bullying poor Nell, but take it anyway
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soupdweller · 6 months
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i read GITM by @venomous-qwille and this is my opinion on bitches who have Sol as their favourite character. (its me. im bitches...)
ALSO GO READ GITM, ITS AMAZING!!!!
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novasintheroom · 4 months
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Can you imagine Knives finding out about you? You, who travels with his brother, and dare taint him with your presence? How dare you even consider yourself worthy to walk with Vash.
He watches you from a distance. Through Zazie. Through Legato. Through word of mouth as his fumbling little brother chases ghosts across the wastes. You trail him, feed Vash your lies, your pity. And what a pity his brother is, truly. But the white hot rage that blooms in him like a crackling flower takes place when he finds out you're an item. A pair. Lovers. He could tolerate your comradery with Vash, but only Knives can love his brother - humanity is too dirty with greed and pride to make room for love.
So Knives takes you.
He isn't sure why he doesn't kill you when his minions drag you kicking and screaming to JuLai. For all the racket you cause, he should have. More than a few henchmen come back with blackened eyes and missing teeth from trying to feed you. But something in him - the dark, twisted part that is so consuming - enjoys the idea of toying with you.
He wants you to see what you're messing with. Who he is, why Vash is so afraid of you being in his clutches. But there's also a part of him, small and never acknowledged, that wonders what draws his brother to you, out of all the millions of humans that have been and are on the planet - why you?
You become something of a pet to him. A metaphorical chain and leash to your neck, as he strings you along with promises of more freedom if you behave. You follow him around, rather than his brother. Watch as he brings in more and more dying Plants and revive them through his own DNA. And you ask questions. Lots of them. Knives finds he enjoys answering them, unintelligent and mindnumbing as they are.
He would never admit to enjoying your company. But he plays the piano for you. Watches you watch him. The intelligence in your eyes he will never acknowledge. Slowly, he comes to understand why Vash keeps you around. The way you walk. The lilt in your voice as you ponder his grand plan. How your lips move. And the first time you smile at him - genuinely? - he makes a hasty exit as his heart beats faster and his face flushes. He tries to get you to smile more often, but it is hard - you are still only a pet, after all.
Eventually, you make an escape. The perfect timing, the perfect moves, everything. And Knives finds himself going near mental at your disappearance. You cannot go back to his brother - you just can't. You are his now, his pet, his human. But despite his best efforts, you are gone like the wind. Not even tracking his brother brings up anything. You learned your lesson, and are not putting Vash in any danger...for now.
But Knives knows humans. And you will return to Vash in time. And when you do, he'll be ready to take you again.
You belong to him, after all.
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jaybirdhitman · 3 months
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A Nova from The Ghost in the Machine by @venomous-qwille . You guys are seeing a lot of gitm and it will continue to happen, the rot is real. Seriously though go read the story, it's incredible. I was at a point in my art that I didn't like how I drew and wasn't motivated to push myself, but since finding this mini fandom around an incredible work, I've hyper focused in it and been so inspired to create for it. I'm tagging Qwille again but I'm like, embarrassed at this point. But thank you for making something so inspiring, I've learned so much just from the others in the community and on the server.
Flat Nova under the cut to see him without all the affects.
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touchmypixels · 1 year
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did i build an entire house based on @softerhaze‘s arts n’ craftsman walls? perhaps >.>
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scarfgremlin · 3 months
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A very happy Valentines Day.
Have some Nova, from @venomous-qwille beautiful Ghost in the machine au, getting flowers.
It's such a delightful read! And while I am lacking a few chapters behind, seeing all the other art for it is certainly inspiring!
So! Nova! He's such a guy /aff
I'm putting the alt text under the cut bc it's kind of long.
[ID: a 15-second animatic of Nova from Qwilles Ghost in the machine au. Nova is a sun variant who wears a jacket. Underneath said jacket is a shirt with two pins on the right side. He has eight small spikes around his face and seven knife rays in between them. The animatic begins with Nova sitting on a couch, a smile on his face, staring into the distance before he blinks, and then proceeds to tilts his head to the side. His body slightly moved to the motion. It then cuts to a small person with big eyes and a small, blue bow tie on their chest, standing on a purple carpet. They look up at him and wave one arm, eyes glimmering and a slight blush on their cheeks while doing so. They soon after lower their hand, shyly looking to the side as they grab hold of their other arm, only to sneak another look at Nova. It cuts back to Nova, who looks at the small person, twinkling stars around his head before they disappear as he tilts his head in question to the side. A speaking bubble with a question mark appears to his left. Again, cutting back to the small person, they seem to startle, aware that they have his attention. Their lower arms halfway raised and hands in a tensed position. They promptly move their right arm to put their hand in a pocket at their right hip to search for something. Said pocket appears out of nowhere. Nova leans forward, curious as to what is going to happen next as he tilts his head to the right. Cut to the small person: they halt in their movement for a second, an exclamation mark popping up right next to them. Their eyes crinkle upward as they seem to have found what they were searching for. Red circles, a small blush, on their cheeks. They proceed to pull out a bouquet of various field flowers out of the pocket and hold it out toward him, eyes moving up to look at him in quiet anticipation. The flowers are a cropped photo of a real bouquet. It cuts to Nova, who has a redraw of the bouquet halfway shoved toward his face, eyes wide in surprise. His look softens, and his brows knit together as he pulls back, and the bouquet is lowered. He looks at the small person with a half grin, his right hand raised to take the flowers. He is looking at the small person while doing so. Cutting back to the small person, they have a bashful look on their face, hands behind their back as Nova takes the bouquet out of the frame. There is a small speaking bubble with a heart above their head. We cut back to Nova, who now holds the bouquet, that is significantly smaller in his hold, between his fingers. He looks down at it with an amused expression. On his right side, a bubble appears, featuring the small person holding a thumb up as sparkles surround their head. They are very pleased with themselves as they watch him./End ID]
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finelinevogue · 2 years
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my shy girlfriend
summary - you don’t believe you’re good enough when Harry first approaches you
college!au
warnings: self deprecation, lots of fluff, anxiety, (requested by nov)
word count: 2k
In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a brilliant idea to go to a raging house party with anxiety and yet here you were.
Stuck between a girl on your course that you were barely friends with and her boyfriend. She had roped you into coming to the event by selling it as a ‘little get together’ - which even that nearly made you have a panic attack. This was not a little get together, however, this was a bustling house party with loud music and even louder guests.
A nervous breakdown was on its way.
“What do you want to drink Y/N?” Vivienne, the girl on your course, shouted at you from less than a metre away.
It made you jump, her voice, along with someone knocking into you too. This whole place just wasn’t your scene and it was taking everything inside of you to not let the tears run free.
Your timid eyes ran across the room, looking for the nearest exit. You couldn’t even recognise a door entrance there were that many people in here. Sweaty bodies clung to each other and the smell of the room was worse than a boys changing room at school.
Vivienne must’ve given up on trying to get you a drink because you heard her scoff and walk off before you could even turn to look at her.
“Oh...” You said quietly to yourself, your hands playing with each other in front of your body. It was a nervous habit of yours when you found yourself in uncomfortable situations.
Another look around the room and you noticed a guy looking your way. He looked different to the others guys in the room - more mellow; softer. He looked like he belonged in this environment, but could also look good in a library or café too.
And he was pretty.
He had soft brown hair, with one or two bouncing curls. Big, green, eyes that were looking directly your way. His baby blue sweater gave away his softer side and it made you blush thinking about.
He smiled. A charming smile at that. It lifted some of the anxiety off your chest immediately. So, you smiled back - only being polite of course.
You were unsure of what to do next. It was a room full of sweaty, drunk, strangers and yet there was this electric pull between you and this guy. Your heart wanted to pull you forwards toward him until you were toe-to-toe, but your body made no effort to follow suit.
It was a twinkle in his eye that made your body lean forward, ever so slightly, with the intention of moving closer.
“Excuse me.” A girl pushed past you, bumping you out of the way and into someone else.
“Oh, i’m so sorry.” You said quickly.
Now that you’d lost eye contact with that guy you were instantly reminded of where you were. The room seemed smaller than before and you felt lonelier than ever. Gulping down the stone feeling in your throat helped shy away the forthcoming tears.
You had to get out of here.
As you politely asked a guy - more like a brick wall - to move out of the way, you snuck a quick glance back in that guys direction and realised he was chatting to the girls that had rudely budged passed you.
One look at the girl talking to the dreamy guy and it made you feel foolish for ever thinking he was even looking your way. He was clearly smiling at them girls, who’d been behind you. Your heart sunk for ever thinking that you’d be worth a second glance at from a guy like that. It would be a miracle if someone that pretty and charming could ever give you a smile that golden.
The girl with him was beautiful too. Hair you only wished you could have. A figure that you’d never achieve no matter how hard you tried. She looked poster model worthy and even though not a single person was looking at you, you suddenly felt self conscious.
You just wanted out.
Squeezing through the hot and sticky bodies was both gross and difficult, but once you were out of the front door you could finally breathe.
Letting out a shaky breathe, you rubbed your hands up and down your arms to try and warm yourself up and headed towards the bus stop. You’d have to try and figure out which bus to get, since you’d never used them before. Vivienne’s boyfriend had given you a lift, but you presumed that you’d never see her again after tonight. You may be shy, but you also knew when to not let a person walk all over you.
Sitting down at the bus stop you were alone.
You checked the bus timetable on your phone and tried to cross reference the time with the bus schedule. It was difficult to understand and your shaky hands made your phone to difficult to see anyways.
“C’mon Y/N.” You whispered under your breathe, trying to figure it out. Eyes watering made it even more difficult to see.
If you caught the 86 and then made the transfer to the 75…
“The buses don’t run at this time of night.”
You turned around to see baby blue sweater guy. You sniffled and tried to work out what to say next, only he did for you.
“Where abouts do you live?” He asked, his voice so silky like honey, “Don’t worry, I’m not a creep. I live at Melbourne. I go to the St. Andreas college. I’m Harry.”
He was rambling. It made you calmer the fact that he was rambling.
“Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry smiled a half smile, his eyes sparkling like they did before only this time they were just for your viewing pleasure. “I, uh.. I saw you at the house party.” He pointed back to the house.
“You did?” Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
“Yeah, um, i’m pretty sure I smiled at you and you smiled at me, like, at least I think that was you?” Harry scratched his neck awkwardly like this conversation was not going the way he’d intended.
“O-oh. I thought you were looking at your girlfriend, sorry.” You blushed, confused.
“My girlfriend?”
“The one that um..”
“The one that pushed past you?” He asked and you nodded embarrassed. “Oh, yeah no. Definitely not my girlfriend.”
“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No really it’s fine—”
“I jus thought she—.”
“No.”
You nodded your head awkwardly as the conversation closed, before dropping your gaze to the floor and pretended like it was so very interesting.
Harry twisted his head from side to side to scope the surroundings, not seeing anyone and only hearing the muffled sounds of thumping music from the house.
“So…” He awkwardly said.
“I’m going to…” You pointed in the direction behind you, curtly smiling at him before you started to walk.
You had google maps up on your phone and sighed when you saw it was a 30 minute walk home, but there was no other way of getting home now. One foot in front of the other was how it was going to be.
It was a surprise when you felt Harry by your side within seconds again.
You looked up at him with a confused smile.
“I just have this weird feeling that i’ll regret everything in my life if I don’t walk you home tonight.”
And your heart smiled.
“Are you superstitious?” You asked, looking down at your legs which you realised were walking in sync. It was as if you’d walked together for years.
“I don’t think so?” Harry laughed quietly, looking down at your legs too and noticing the same thing as you did. “I just think I would’ve regretted not making an excuse to get to talk to you.”
“Talk to me?” You turned your head to view that he was already looking over your profile, smiling ever-so-slightly more now that he could see your entire face.
“Yes you.” He chuckled.
“Why me? I-is this some part of an elaborate plan to embarrass—”
Your heart started to race and goosebumps started to rise at the thought that this was just a joke. Harry stopped you before you could spiral.
“Hey, no, no. Y/N, hey, look at me please?” He asked softly asked and it would’ve been rude to turn him down. “This isn’t a joke. Or a plan. Or an evil scheme. This is just me, walking you home and talking to you because I might, well, um… Because I like you and want to get to know more of you.”
You looked deeper into his eyes to try and assess his genuineness, before coming to a conclusion.
“I go to St Andreas college too, but I dorm in Devonshire.”
“That’s at least, uh, 35 minutes away from here by foot.” Harry looked at his watch, before turning to smile at you. “Perfect to get to know about you and your favourite colour.”
You smiled back.
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digitalsideblog · 3 months
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Nova Blast!! 🔥🦖
Digimon Adventure (1999) - Episode 2: "The Birth of Greymon"
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pink-pone · 1 year
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Nova Stella mini photo shoot 💫
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sunshine-zenith · 4 months
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Baby’s first dance
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pigdemonart · 1 year
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I’ve been working on some original stuff and I felt comfy sharing this! I wanted to do some illustrations for me and Cheri’s characters for our story Space Rhapsody. This one was heavily inspired by Jean Giraud’s work from the 70s which is fitting cuz the story takes place in future 70-80s.
Also featuring Nova’s new look — yet another character of mine that switches back and forth between femme and masc eeheehee
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