You can call me Neimi. I own a tent, I don't like new pants, and I make people listen to my music. To check the boxes: ND, NB, any pronouns fit. I’m damn old, born when the previous century didn’t even think of ending. I’m a movie translator and a barista, and I really like it. I make latte art in Riga.
Knowing that in a year I won’t be able to remember what my life was now, I keep this blog as a personal diary. This is not my secret internet personality or something. I also need to practice my written English, so. Besides general rants and sky photos I ramble about:
#maailma - places I’ve been to
particularly fond of #portugal #london and #riga
my house and garden #neimidalen
#hair flare - my ponderings about rock music, and random displays from my coffeeshop playlists #coffee&kickass playlist
#wannabe athlete - my adventures in the world of various sports
#elizabethneimi art - my art, fanart mostly
#me clueing for looks - I love dressing and decorating myself but not like a pretty girl, more like an androgynous-rockstar-on-chill-wearing-mismatched-sneakers vibe. I love it enough to run a sideblog @me-clueing-for-looks
I’m also a sucker for #little things and #hopepunk ofc. There is a hope, I have checked.
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I also write Moomin fanfics, particularly young adult Snufmin, post-November, based on the original books. I choose to be a little unconventional and a little inconvenient. My Moomin!verse isn’t so feral or bucolic; I rather like to push them out of the usual conditions, and into the real world. Of course, there is slash.
These are my works on AO3
WARNING: strong language and intimate intercourse present. All my fics are rated mature, my characters are of age, and you too, try to be 18+ at least mentally.




















