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⸻ # IDOLWORSHIP, an independent, private original character, reika nowara, written by theo ( she / her, 21+ ) … a study in the idea of humans as black holes, the wannabe rock star and a self - fulfilling prophecy. fandomless. sporadic activity. heavy themes will be present. 18+ only. last updated 06.28.26 … credit.
rules, about and verses can be found on my hub blog: @ignescitur.
anyway i found this artist who pretty much exclusively draws women who look like reika and it's awesome.
“thanks.” she means it for the bottle of water, but maybe for the indulgence, too. talk about feeling like a nail sticking out— but then you’d need to start somewhere. when she twists the bottlecap, she tries not to make it obvious that she has been studying reika’s face. “i’m pretty positive that i’ve never had the best sense of direction from the moment i was born,” she lets out something like a laugh to punctuate it. “but— sorry if i freaked you out.” / @idolworship
Against her publicist's repeated warnings, it's already become an odd little pattern of sorts for Reika to wander out into the street in the earliest hours of the morning, alone. She likes the city best at this time, the relative quiet and stillness, peering up at the smoggy sky to make out the faintest glimmers of starlight. She's always lived in densely-populated, light-polluted areas, so she's never had a chance to see a truly starry sky.
It's against her publicist's wishes for… a variety of reasons, honestly— not least of all being the propensity for which pretty girls are often accosted and swept away by unsavory figures, all the things that go bump in the night. Even if no one could tell who she is, it's still a risk to linger out here this late.
This isn't the first time, though, that she's been… well, not accosted in this instance, but that her peace has been interrupted. Peace is what she calls it, anyway— though, it's more akin to standing on the sidewalk with her hands stuffed in her pockets, staring at a black and boring sky, unblinking, thinking of nothing and no one. In moments like that, she barely even feels that her body could be hers.
There's a short, breathless laugh at the trite attempt at a joke, and though it feels more like an obligatory response than anything else, there's really no need for Hinako to lighten the mood in the first place. Reika doesn't scary easy, and her impromptu meeting with Hinako was no different.
She feels the weight of the other's gaze on her, silently appraising, and finds that being studied by another person never evokes anything but a slithering sense of dread in her. Even if it's only by this one, single person, a short-haired girl who looks to be around her age, surely amicable enough. Perhaps the unease is made worse by that fact, honestly. She thinks back to grade school. She's never been able to get along with girls her own age.
“Nah, no worries,” she drawls, leaning back with a lazy grin. She looks at the bottle of water in Hinako's hands, her lithe fingers as she twists off the cap. Just never quite meeting her gaze. Less pressure. “You didn't freak me out. Maybe startled me a little, but I like it. That feeling of… surprise…” Her throat goes dry the longer she talks. There's no way she doesn't sound super weird right now, right? She closes out the thought with a half-hearted mumble, “…Keeps you on your toes.”
…
“Um. Sorry, it's late. Speaking of which— what were you doing out at this hour? Looking for something?”
open: noname.
you don't like asking for things. you avoid it at all costs, usually. it feels.. wrong to desire something and even more wrong to ask for it. selfish.. greedy.. that's how it feels to you. yet when you appear on their doorstep, bloody and broken, a husk of your usual self, the only thing you can do is ask for something. " please. can you just hold me? for a little while? " voice trembles and shakes, dripping with sadness as tears threatened to fall. " that's all. i'll leave after. "
“ i— ” your eyes dart around, as frantic as the hammering of your heartbeat, in search of something not even you could ascribe a name to. someone else, maybe, someone better suited towards... what are you even meant to do here? if it’s comfort he’s looking for, he could have found it better in anyone else: there’s nothing you have, hollowed-out husk that you are, that can serve to soothe. that noname even thought to go to you first makes something in the pit of your gut twist with both thrill and dread. you don’t know what he sees in you, but it would be a lie to say the notion doesn’t make you oddly gleeful. ( he doesn’t know yet, he doesn’t see you for what you are, and for now, the two of you can pretend together... ) the responsible part of you knows what to say to shoo him off, but the other part, the one that is insatiable in its starvation for warmth and touch and the pretense of affection—
that part is much louder.
for a long moment, you stand there, staring blankly at his bruised and bloodied form; the conflict written plain across your expression, hand hovering over the doorknob...
but something in your mind just gives and your ugly, animal impulses smother your reasoning. “ okay, okay, ” you hiss, stepping aside and holding the door wider to allow noname entry, “ just hurry up and get in. before anyone sees you! ”
What kind of herb are you?
Basil. You wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. You say they are all you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave, some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness, to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable, enough. You just want someone to tell you you're enough. You strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you were once, the way you're running from even now. Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. The only thing holding you together some days is the image of perfection and success and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too. You can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you are just an actor in a life that's not your own, if you were cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy the injustice or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.
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SOLRITES. an original tragedy multimuse. written by lulu. 21+.
you want a martyr ? i’ll be one. ✮ a private portrayal of an original character, reika nowara, the vocalist of a breakout hit heavy metal band, headed for infamy. influenced by religious horror and paranoid fiction. fandomless, with a plethora of verses and always open to making more ! by theo. 18+ only. ©
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Cáritas Venezuela is the Catholic Church's local humanitarian arm. They are actively deploying food, supplies, clean water and medical care to those most affected.
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Something dark, crossing over.
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WELL ANYWAY.
What can people do to help?
Assuming this is from a foreigner, there's many charities and NGOs working to improve conditions. Unfortunately, I need to note I'm not incredibly familiar with them because most of them operate very far away from my location, so I'm not the best source to verify individual charities. SEEDS India works on disaster relief and management, including extreme weather conditions. I hear ActionAid India and the Mahila Housing Trust are good too. There's Project Tapan by Raise India, but I think it only allows donations from within India. You can also donate to fund many people's medical bills through GiveIndia. Please bring awareness to the issue in your own countries, and remember that the Global North is responsible for 92% of the world's excess carbon emissions, yet the Global South faces the subsequent devastation each and every time. Remember Western overconsumption directly contributes to our suffering. Remember how privileged you are to even have air conditioning. Don't forget about us.
(I wish there was a way for foreigners to donate to the upkeep of unions since workers are by far the ones affected the most by this heatwave, but I believe almost all of them are only allowed to accept domestic donations.)
If any other South Asians know of reputable NGOs/organizations, especially ones operating in Pakistan and Bangladesh (as the ones linked here and in reblogs are primarily based in India) please link them. If you're South Asian, you can send another ask for advice.
i don’t wanna post my paypal or cashapp publicly after everything that happened, but if anybody could help me get food today, can you dm me or something? i hate asking because apparently this tea blog loves me, so i’m very uncomfortable having my real name out there right now! but i’m still waiting to get paid wednesday. i’d appreciate any bit of help.
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reika what are we
“ what are we ? ” reika echoes — not quite mocking, but neither is it quite as sober as she should be. though her cheeky smile doesn't belie the sudden storm of conflict she feels, the question makes something in the pit of her heart twist painfully. she takes note of it, but pushes it down. something for future reika to worry about.
she comfortably sidles herself next to mello, who was absently plucking the strings to his guitar when he first interrupted the comfortable silence between the two with his quiet words. it's just the two of them right now, the rest of the band having gone out for ice cream in an effort to beat the summer heat, leaving the vocalist and guitarist to their own devices in the meantime. she offers him a lop - sided grin. “ don't say it like that. you make it sound like there's some sort of tension between us ! ” she laughs, lightly nudging him with her elbow.
but he wouldn't be wrong, she thinks. she feels it, too. the way her heartbeat picks up in speed when he even spares an appraising glance her way … the way she feels her eyes lingering on his form, even when there's no reason to look … she likes him as a friend, obviously, but she also —
shut up. you know he doesn't like you like that. he's just trying to make a joke, even if it's not funny. don't even let yourself pretend.
swallowing down the lump in her throat, reika leans her head against mello's shoulder for a brief, fleeting moment before jumping back to her feet and wagging a finger in his face. “ anyway, nice try at distracting me, but i gotta finish what i'm writing before i can goof around with you too much. ”
these feelings … they're just for her alone. that's how it's always been.
