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Nastiya—Nas, if you earn it—at your service.
Twenty-five, devoted cat mother, and, admittedly, a bit of a professional whiner. This little corner? Entirely self-indulgent. Stories written for the thrill of it, characters allowed to be dramatic, soft, and just a touch unhinged.
I tend to favor FemPOV, though I wander into Anypov when it suits me—male muses included, always softened at the edges, a little flirty, a little sweet, with the faintest whisper of wlw woven in. Expect more fluff than heartbreak, feelings worn openly, and a shameless fondness for silly hockey boys doing exactly what they do best… being ridiculous.
English isn’t my first language, so a few imperfections may linger—like fingerprints you’ll have to look a little closer to notice. If you do spot them, feel free to point them out… I might even thank you for it.
The muses gathered here? Oh, they’re indulgent on purpose. They linger a little too long, ache just enough to be addictive, and flirt shamelessly with both tenderness and chaos. Don’t expect moral lessons or neat little warnings—these are moments caught mid-breath, moods that refuse to behave, storms that look prettier the closer you stand.
And every image you see? Mine. Crafted, chosen, obsessed over—each face, each shadow, each subtle gesture placed exactly where it belongs. Not decoration, darling… atmosphere.
Courtesy isn’t optional—it’s the entry fee. I’m precise, intentional, and very comfortable with the block button. Disrespect, entitlement, or bad manners? You won’t get a warning, just a quiet exit. Be kind, be civil, behave a little… and we’ll get along just fine.
If you’re tempted to step a little closer, you can find me on Discord at @staziestarlit. Messages or shared spaces—I don’t mind. Just remember to knock nicely.
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A century-old NHL franchise based in Montréal, Québec, built on tradition, working-class roots, and modern glamour. More than a team, the Royals are a legacy woven into the city's identity. Behind the burgundy and gold lies a world of fierce rivalries, high expectations, and a brotherhood that always puts the crest first.
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