#cod nak

[vasyandii]

Undiagnosed Autistic Man & His Surprisingly Neurotypical Gf

[Original: @/sweepswoop_ on twt]

[nrdmssgs]

Masterlist this is a fanart, inspired by this beautiful art.

My dear @vasyandii, this is a happy day for me. You are an incredible artist, you have a kind heart and a wicked-fast mind. I always smile whenever I see an update from you. I wish you many people: someone, who will always put you first, someone who will fall for you and feel silly, twirling their hair when speaking about you. Someone, who will wish you a good morning, who will always come back to you. Someone who is the biggest fan of anything you do. Someone who will look into the crowd and only see you.

You already have someone, who wishes to be like you, when they grow up (doesn't matter if their ass is ancient already) - it's me.

Happy Birthday, friend!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Phayvanh 'Nak' Sotsvahn belongs to @vasyandii , who I love dearly. He's an amazing artist so please, PLEASE go over there because he's awesome and so talented. And hilarious too! And a fantastic writer (pls more of Nak x Krueger pls pls)

Krueger is... Krueger

''Heh heh you're so smol''

''Do you want a kick on the nuts?''

''I'll shut up''

[yupstep]

KRUEGERNAK!!!!!! Art trade with the bestest @vasyandii 🥹🥹🥹

Look at these badarses!! So skilled! So cool!! I love them so much please help me!

[2oosterr]

my humble offering @vasyandii 🤲

standard procedure for when orca meets someone younger and/or shorter than her. sorry nak but you should've seen this coming lol

[666fox777]

Nak

Fan art of Nak made by @vasyandii

( I just realized I spelled fucking Krueger wrong)

[gomzdrawfr]

i just came by your hari merdeka 141 art oh my god. hello fellow malaysian

no way!! REJOICE YOOOO MALAYSIA COD ENJOYERS...susah nak cari korang hahaha

[nemzetikonyvtar]

A Török-Magyar Kulturális Évad 2024 kapcsán tarott hétfői sajtótájékoztatón felbecsülhetetlen értékű corvinákat is bemutattunk, melyek még 1869-ben, Abdul-Aziz szultán ajándékaként kerültek vissza Magyarországra.

A diplomáciailag kiemelkedő eseményre akkor került sor, amikor Ferenc József császár és király a Szuezi-csatorna megnyitása alkalmából tisztelgő látogatást tett a szultánnál Isztambulban. Az uralkodó szintén diplomáciai gesztusként – hiszen csupán két év telt el a magyarokkal való kiegyezés óta – gróf Andrássy Gyula közvetítésével a négy pompás díszkódexet a Széchényi Országos Könyvtárnak ajándékozta. Erről a corvinákban található bejegyzések is tanúskodnak.

Az egykori könyvtár nagyjából 220 fennmaradt corvináját Európa és az Egyesült Államok könyvtáraiban, ötven gyűjteményben őrzik. Magyarországon öt közgyűjteményben ötvenöt corvina található, ebből harminchét az Országos Széchényi Könyvtárban. 2020-ban újult meg a Bibliotheca Corvina Virtualis internetes szolgáltatás, melynek célja, hogy Mátyás uralkodói könyvtárának fennmaradt és azonosított köteteit a virtuális térben egyesítse. 2022-ben újabb 37 digitális másolatot sikerült megszereznie az OSZK-nak, tavaly pedig további 26 digitális kódexet rendeltek meg. A beszerzett anyagok feldolgozása folyamatosan zajlik, a honlapra felkerülő kódexeket magyar és angol nyelvű tartalmi leírással látják el a szakemberek, a multimédia menü alatt pedig számos kisfilm is megtalálható.

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[vasyandii]

UNIVERSE SWAP!

VernonAM (Ihnmaims) + KruegerNak (COD)

🚧WORK IN PROGRESS🚧

Sebastian Krueger + Networked Artificial Knowledgebase (NAK)

Allison "AM" Machnes + Veomany "Vernon" Inthalangsy

[nrdmssgs]

Serpent tongue

Masterlist Genre: Angst with a happy ending. Characters: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn belongs to @vasyandii, Olga 'Zhar" Samoilova TWs: strong language, description of military operation, canon typical violence AN: this is set somwhere arond the begining of Nak and Kruegers interactions, so they are a bit silly around each other. But I promise, they will be in love soon-ish.

“phai bo non maew, si kad kaem.*”  Words roll down Phayvanh`s tongue and echoe in the empty, dark hall.

Even if there are any other soldiers around at this late hour - they'll know better than to bother her. Because she's deep inside her thoughts - she's humming and mumbling the words, obscure to their ears. Her very own cantrips to keep others away, her mnemonic spells to help her with the routine. So what if it's just a lullaby? As long as it helps her shut her brain off and run the preparations mechanically…

“phai bo aem, kai noi tod taa.*” On this verse she always checks the flashlights before attaching them to her vest.

Click. The strobe flashlight works perfectly.

“phai bo aem…”

Click. The spare flashlight Illuminates Krueger's face in the semi-darkness.

Phayvanh doesn't flinch nor shriek from the suddenness of him appearing just a few meters behind. She turns off the light and watches Sebastian face.

Pathetic fucker had his own share of humiliation today, much to Nak's enjoyment. Oh, how cocky he was all the way to Zhar's office. Only to get dismissed at the very beginning of a debrief. “I'm not coming, but the baby is?” - Krueger's outburst was so loud, it seemed like the whole base would hear that: “What is that she can, and I don't?!”. Zhar didn't even raise her gaze from the documents, she was checking before the meeting start. But when she answered, Nak had to bite her cheeks to not grin victoriously. “The list would be long, Sebastian, but it would start with the fact, that Nak can obviously read the list of soldiers, I called for this debriefing. The list that contained her, and didn't contain you. Now stand up.” That was the first time she looked up since they gathered around her desk. “And leave my office. I have soldiers to prepare for the mission.”

And just like that the notorious ‘golden boy’, ‘Zhars favorite’, ‘the faceless Chimera’ was shown his place. So it was only natural for him to come mock Phayvanh later, when the audience is not that big.

“Serpent tongue!” His idiotic smile doesn't bode well.

“Going straight for racism this time, moron?” Nak feels almost disappointed about how plain Krueger's attack is. Even calling her little baby hit harder than this bullshit.

“No, I… Wait-wait!” He jumps closer to the table, where she prepares her tactical vest to not get lost from her gaze. “I meant it in a good way! Like these Lao letters, they look like little snakes! I looked it up and there is that one like a confused snake, another one like a happy snake, a bunch of letters with a snake that looks at its own tail. They are lovely.”

Since when this idiot has an interest for Lao alphabet? 

“What you're gonna say, I'm seeing shit? C`mon, admit it, your letters are beautiful, but it's easy to memorize them when you think of them as little snakes. Serpent tongue.” He looks so proud, as if he just solved one of Landaus problems, not invented some nonsense. 

“Gonna say, that a confused snake, watching his own tail, has more brainpower than you.” Phayvanh goes back to preparation routine, trying to ignore Krueger, who seems to not be in a hurry to leave her alone.

They spend a few long minutes in silence, which is a good thing for Nak. She's not ready for questions like ‘why don't you sleep before the important mission?’, ‘is it really just a preparation, or are nervously fidgeting your own equipment?’, ‘are you afraid to turn out worse than me?’. Krueger takes a step to the desk and start helping her arrange all the essentials. She tolerates it, but everything has its limits. Phayvanhs patience cracks when Sebastian reaches out to one of her push daggers. Her hand is quicker, her smooth movements are more precise, and the blade freezes only in mere centimeters away from a vein pulsing on Kruegers neck. A bold hint, but quite a clear one.

“I just wanted to help.” He raises hands in a surrendering gesture. “Olga likely threw a ton of timings, plans, routes and whatsoever at you. The first time with her is overwhelming, I know. There must be a few ‘tiers’ of action plans for each of you, right?”

Nak doesn't lower her dagger, but nods. There were, indeed, different plans for each step of her part in the mission. She didn't quite catch, why would she need a plan B, С and so on. She either does her job or dies trying - that was always how it went. 

“Listen, if anything goes south - just don't hesitate and go straight to the plan B, ok? Forget commander's bullshit about top-tier goals and minimum goals. She always gets what she needs in the end and that is her ‘least satisfied’ plan. Always. So you worry about yourself, ok? Not the goal or plan A.”

Phayvanh doesn't believe her ears. So the golden boy doesn't always hit the top goal? That spoiled brat that dares calling her a baby, turns into a loser, once he's given freedom to operate on any level besides perfect? Oh, he didn't actually hear the real Serpents tongue. The one that pushes her to the limits, demands no less than perfection, accepts no excuses. Krueger wouldn't last a week with that voice ringing in his ears.

“There are either perfect results or no results.” Nak is kind enough to tell this in English, so Krueger understands one of the basis principles, that the Serpent once taught her. 

***

The mission under Zhars command feels different from what is going on, when Nikolai is around. With him It's always about what you do in the end. But with his second in command, it's about how you do it. 

Naks route is planned to the last meter, her timing has limits of steel - not only can't she fall behind - she will ruin everything, should she appear at her next point too soon. She gets a good reminder, when the street, she is supposed to enter 10 minutes later is being turned into a bloodbath with a drone squadron just before her eyes. Phayvanh hides around the corner of a building and swears while checking her watch.

“Perfect result or no result.” A too familiar voice sounds in her head. But she ignores it.

It works for some time. Nak follows the path of fire, the path paved by other Chimeras and brings death to her objectives. Plan A works so well - they are never prepared to meet her.

It almost feels too easy, until it doesn't. One of them turns out too massive, too full of life, too stubborn. One second Phayvanh has him in her hands, the other she's drowning in a muddy puddle with his hands pushing her deeper. She knows, this is not the end of her: Nak had a fair share of similar situations, both on the field and at the training. It takes just a little patience and dexterity to turn the fight upside down. After all, it's him trying to balance in a sloppy mud. She tries to wiggle her way out of his clasp… and fails. Her body freezes struck by a terrifying flashback. 

“Perfect result or no result!”  Nagas voice. She was here already. Face pushed deep in filthy water, subtle teenage body struggling to break free from old man's grip. 

He was shouting at her. Every time she dared to deliver anything but the perfect result - there was a punishment to come. And there were screams. Not her - Naga made sure, she couldn't even breathe. He was the one screaming. 

“Perfect result or no result!”

She hates this voice for keeping her awake before the mission, for destroying her every time anyone refers to her as a child, for drowning her mind in terror. The reals Serpents tongue is made of pain, humiliation and endless requirements, that she doesn't fulfill. Not of ‘funny snaky letters’, Sebastian was babbling about.

Nak gathers all her strength, every part of her body feels like a coiled spring waiting to set loose. And she snaps. The poor fucker believed, he had her. Well his mistake. Because now Phayvanh is on top, and she doesn't even need a knife to end his pathetic life. 

Strangling him with her bare hands, she shouts “shut up” on and on. As if the voice taunting her doesn't echo just in her mind. It feels like forever before he stops struggling. But when she lets go of him - a barely audible breath leaves his chest. 

It drives her mad. After all she's done - he has an audacity to live on? So she hits face. Hard. And then again. And again.

She snaps out of it only, when a familiar voice appears behind her. “Nak? You're hurt?” Phayvanh turns back and meets Zhars gaze.

“Komandir? Ya seichas… Ya. Ya s nim razberus`!*” For some reason Nak answered in Russian despite Olga rarely using it.

“He's long gone, soldier.” Zhar glances at the guy lying on the ground under Nak and Phayvanh follows her gaze.

Her enemy has no recognizable face anymore, the puddle of mud, he's buried in turns red. His body gave up a long time ago, but Nak was too blinded by painful memories to recognize it.

An unsettling thought appears in Naks head. How long has she spent here over the dead body? She checks her watches and frowns. Too long. She's supposed to be elsewhere a long time ago.

“Go, Nak. Skip your next point, you're on route B now.” Zhar doesn't raise her voice - she never does. But this time Phayvanh wishes she would. 

“Perfect result or no result.”

That only means one thing - she failed. And she deserves to be screamed at. She desperately tries to fight the numbness off, but can't even make herself get up.

Better shout at her. She's used to it.

Olga touches her shoulder and Nak flinches. She remembers only Zhars eyes moving closer and a few words in a low voice.

“Get up and go. Now.”

She stands up and doesn't go away - she flies as far as she can. Phayvanh runs as fast as she can, as if that can help her escape the guilt building up. Her body accomplishes the plan B automatically. Point after point, objective after objective. 

She is restless on their way back, she barely reacts to her squadmates questions and commentaries. Even at the Chimera base, Nak can't seem to slow down and keeps herself occupied until late night.

***

“phai bo non maew, si kad kaem.*”  Words roll down Phayvanh`s tongue and echo in the empty, dark hall. A wet mop draws intricate wet patterns on the floor.

It was nobody's order - Phayvanh just couldn't calm down. So she rearranged all her stuff. Twice. And then she tidied up their armory room. And another one. And then she mopped.

It's a good thing, Nikolai's base is so huge - lots to do in the middle of the night, while others sleep. 

“phai bo aem, kai noi tod taa.*” On this verse she usually enters ladies locker room, when she mops.

Click. The light turns on, illuminating the seemingly clean floor. Well, an extra cleaning never hurt nobody…

“Potushi svet, ya tebya umolyaiu.*” Olgas voice. Only it sounds husky and tired, as if she was crying or coughing for a long time.

Nak turns and sees her, sitting on the floor. The ever so serious, busy, on-her-way-somewhere-else commander curled up against a wall like a lost child. Zhars face is red, closed eyes swollen, cheeks wet. 

Phayvanh rushes on her knees, pushing the mop away and proceeds straight to inspecting Olgas body, searching for a wound. But her commander only smiles.

“Phay, it's only the tear gas.”

“But… It's been-”

“You live to my age - you'll wonder, how could your body come back to normal so fast back when you were 20. Now please turn out that light.”

Nak does as she told and comes back to sit before Olga. She doesn't care if by doing so she'll provoke her executive to get angry at her.

“I'm not leaving you here, commander. Let's get you to the medbay.” She takes Zhars hand and tries to pull her, but Olga doesn't move.

“I am fine. Just need to sit here for a bit, let my eyes rest.” Zhar stretches her back and reaches out into the void before her, blindlessly searching for Nak. “Stay with me for a bit, ok?”

“I don't understand.” Phayvanh moves closer and catches Olgas hand, letting her know, shes not leaving. “What are you doing here? You have your office.”

“And you have your room, soldier.” Smile never leaves Zhars face. “Yet here we are.”

They sit next to each other in silence for some time. Naks eyes get used to a dim emergency exit light that barely illuminates a small part of the locker room. And then Olga speaks again, as if there was no pause.

“I come here for them.” She points at an old dusty mirror, taken from the wall long before Nak joined the Chimera. One can barely recognize their reflection in the mirror - it is too dirty. “If you find just the right angle and look long enough - you will see your legs, your chest and arms, but not your face. When you sit right - yours hidden in the shadow. I like to imagine - I'm seeing everything, that's wrong with me in these moments. Everybody, who wronged me. And then we talk.”

Nak tries to catch a glimpse of any reflection in the mirror, but barely sees anything. So she leans closer and cranes his neck.

“See a familiar face?” Zhars hand rests on Phayvanhs back. Usually Nak would avoid any informal physical contact, but this time it feels right, to let Olga know, she isn't alone. 

“...nope, I see nobody, ma`am.”

“Nobody punished you for aiming anywhere but the ideal?” Now that's a sucker punch. A deserved one, as Naks confusion was painfully obvious to her commander today. But it still hits hard. So she nods.

“I'll do better next-”

“No. After what they have done to you - this is what you're telling them?”

“Commander, I'm telling that you.”

“Fuck me, Phay. I'm a hired soldier, just like you. One word from Nikolai and I won’t be here tomorrow. Krueger will throw a tantrum, but…” Zhar chuckles. “Talk to them. This isn't about me.”

Naks looks in the darkening void of the mirror and sighs. She doesnt even know, where to start, to not sound immature and lose her job right away.

“Let me put the other way: think of what the would tell you right now.”

That Nak knows for sure. Even if Naga is nowhere around - she always knows what exactly would he say.

“Hed ask me if im going to cry.”

“We can cry, Phay. Ive been doing it for past few hours. Well, because of dry eyes, but that still counts.”

“Oh, I won't cry. Not for him. Never.” Nak can't take her eyes of the mirror. The view is somehow mesmerizing: she sees her body, but her face remains in the shadow.

For a split second she thinks, if she should speak in Lao. Nobody in Chimera talks it. She is safe to say whatever, she wants. But then she thinks, that this is exactly what Naga would want: her keeping her pain all to herself. So that his serpent tongue can torture her soul unbothered.

She takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

“Well maybe I should be thanking you. You prepared me for all this shit at a young age. Comrades selling me lies, people betraying me, friends seeing me as just a kid. The next time id pour some love out - ill never get back a single drop of it. You prepared me for that. And for always being not enough. You did it out of the best intentions, I know. You prepared me for the worst in my life. By being it.”

The silence, that falls on her after that, is deafening. But for some reason, Nak feels better for the first time since she came back to senses on the battlefield. 

Then she feels hands, someones hands hugging her shoulders. There are no words left for this room or this mirror today. But this wordlessness is a happy thing.

*phai bo non maew, si kad kaem. - (Lao phonetic) If you don't sleep, ghost cats will bite your cheeks. 

*phai bo aem, kai noi tod taa  - (Lao phonetic) If you don't shut your eyes, tiny chicks will peck them. 

*Komandir? Ya seichas… Ya. Ya s nim razberus`! - (Russian phonetic) Commander? I'm going to… I. I'm going to deal with him!

*Potushi svet, ya tebya umolyaiu. - (Russian phonetic) turn off the light, I beg you.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

141+Chimera going clubbing, what could go wrong?

''Here, kitten''

''What's this...? Earrings? Plumeria!''

''Yeah, I saw them at a store with Simon the other day. I asked Krueger to confirm if plumeria were your favourite flowers because I wasn't sure and he told me to go fuck myself, so...''

Phayvanh 'Nak' Sotsvahn belongs to the very talented @vasyandii , please go pay him a visit

Christine 'Riot' Vega belongs to me

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[666fox777]

Alice and Nak

So a lot like siblings, the cousins König and Krueger often wrestle with each other, I did the same thing with my older brother and dad. And Alice and Nak get to witness it at a little get together

Alice: "I swear to the god's if Magnus ("König") breaks anything in my house I'll kill him" *said with the most love and affection possible*

After this I think I'm going to redesign Alice, I really need to get better at digital art, it looks so wonky 😭

(The character phayvanh "Nak" belongs to @vasyandii , I hope you like it)

[srifafa]

Cinta Tanpa Rasa

Ara bergegas menuju kota kelahirannya. Dia tak menangis, tetapi mendung menemaninya jikalau dia tak kuat untuk tetap tegar. Maka akan direlakan temannya untuk membersamainya mencurahkan semua kepiluannya.

"Bu. Mengapa tidak di kamar?" tanyanya khawatir melihat ibunya yang sangat pucat.

"Ibu tidak apa-apa. Ibu ingin menjadi orang paling beruntung Nak sebelum ibu harus pulang Ra dan disisa waktu hidup ibu,"

"Kamu tahu Juna gak Ra? Dia anak tante Diana. Dia itu suka sama kamu dan kalau kamu mau ibu mau jodohin kamu sama Juna. Tapi kalau kamu ada ...," kata ibu yang berharap Ara segera menemukan pendamping hidupnya.

"Ara kan masih kuliah Bu,"

"Kuliah kan boleh nikah, kamu ada calonnya belum?" tanyanya membuatnya bingung.

Saat Ara ingin menggeleng.

"Permisi, Assalammualaikum,"

"Waalaikumsalam biar Ara aja Bu yang keluar,"

"Ms yang kemarin, kok bisa ada di sini?"

"Mau mengembalikan motor dan ambil ktp sama atm saya di Mbk,"

"Kok tahu saya di... si... sini,"

"Panjang ceritanya, "

"Siapa Ra?"

"Bukan siapa-siapa Bu,"

"Terima kasih ya Ms motornya udah di sini, tapi atm sama ktpnya saya tinggal di kos takut hilang kalau saya bawa ke mana-mana. Jadi besok saya yang antar di kos Ms atau bisa COD an gimana?"

"Bu," katanya sambil melewati langkah Ara dan menyalaminya

"Wah bagus tenan pilihanmu Ra. Juna ya kalah ganteng nih," kata Ibu.

"Ta..."

Ibu mempersilakan lelaki yang belum dikenalnya masuk rumahnya.

"Tolong Ms jawab tidak dan tegas jangan diam dan dengan senyuman," batin Ara tatkala Ibunya mengambil alih pembicaraan dan bertanya-tanya yang bukan-bukan pada lelaki itu.

***

"Apa arti anggukan kamu, eh Ms tadi? Ini bukan becanda Ms,"

"Kita juga belum kenal, "

"Mau aku kenalin aku siapa?"

"Sumpah ini gak lucu dan ..."

Bagaimana aku mengakhiri sesuatu yang tak seharusnya bemula tetapi seakan Tuhan sedang merencana dengan jalan cerita yang sungguh tak terduga.

Edisi ibu-Ara-Iqbal