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WIP from the last two days.

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ok all the holidays and weekends are over, back to work

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spreading my viktor wolfcut agenda

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your emptiness to melody - Chapter 1 Sneak Peak

The man is slight but holds himself with an easy kind of composure, shifting his weight just enough to rest into the hip opposite his cane as he studies the menu. His fingers tap a quiet rhythm against his forearm—light, deliberate movements that remind Jayce of the muscle memory of warming up before a performance. There’s an unconscious precision to it, the kind that comes from years of practice rather than thought. Likely a pianist.

He’s a good foot shorter than Jayce, though something about the way he carries himself makes him seem taller—maybe it’s the sharpness of him, all long, lean angles and a posture that suggests he takes up space whether people like it or not. His amber eyes, sharp and assessing behind black, square-rimmed glasses, flick across the menu like he’s memorizing it just to tear it apart later.

Even under his boxy button-up and sweater vest—who wears a sweater vest in August—he’s waifishly thin, all narrow shoulders and sharp edges. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, revealing long, elegant fingers and the creamy, freckled skin of his forearms. Jayce doesn’t mean to look, but his eyes catch on the tattoos scattered up and down his arms, a pair of unfinished patchwork sleeves. He doesn’t quite catch what all of the symbols are, but one in particular stands out—a caesura, inked neatly on the inside of his wrist.

A musician, then. Jayce can relate. He’s been there a time or two.

His hair is cut just past the shoulders, almost a bob, layered with caramel highlights that catch the café’s warm lighting whenever he shifts. It’s pulled up into a messy half-bun, stray strands curling around his face and revealing the sheer number of piercings threaded through his ears. Hoops, dangles, delicate studs—on anyone else, they might look heavy, but on him, they only make the delicate points of his ears more striking.

They’re not the only piercings, either.

There’s a hoop through the middle of his nose, a neat little stud sitting in the arch of one eyebrow. It suits him, Jayce thinks absently. A little sharp, a little defiant. He wonders, purely out of curiosity, if there are more.

He’s never had a piercing before.

It’s only when the man shifts, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, that Jayce realizes he’s been staring.

Then, Jayce realizes his heart is pounding.

Stop being so weird, Talis.

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happy ever after

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Hey writeblr, do me a favor and go shower this writer in lots and lots of love, pls and thank you.

This is gonna sound sappy and overly sentimental and probably a little dumb, but idgaf. The last couple months have been absolute ass over here. In the middle of a particularly horrible PTSD episode, I happened to discover Tyrrible's JayVik fic, where's the trophy? (he just comes running over to me), and it has seriously been some of the only light I've found in these dark, depressing days. (AND it's almost 200K WORDS. FOR FREE. HELLO???)

I don't have the words to properly articulate how much I admire writers and creatives with such tenacity and talent, so I'll just screech at implore you to go give Tyrrible (and your fav fic writers!) some love.

This is the first of many headcanons I'm putting together ahead of my next fic, which will be set at the Piltover College of Fine Arts. It currently doesn't have a name.

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sometimes it's not even enemies to lovers. sometimes you get handed the leash of a snarling, barking dog against your will and realize with dawning horror that you are now responsible for teaching it not to bite

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Battery recharge 🔋

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modern arcane university au continued 👽 introducing viktor's chunky cat ❤

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I really love the combination of S1 and S2.

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some pillow talk w/ Jayvik

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in every universe

(this took me so long dude. i don’t think i have ever used the bloom tool as much as i have today.)

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sometimes i forgot furries aren't mainstream and a lot of people don't like them so i'll be talking 2 new people about something like furry-adjacent and someone will make a joke like "lmao so you're a furry" expecting a dramatic reaction but i'll say "i mean yeah sure" and people will be shocked and ask "seriously??? you mean like with an outfit and everything?" and i say no so they're like "so you draw furry stuff?" and i say no so they say "so you're just really into furry art?" and i'm like "well not really, just incidentally" and then they're like "okay actually you don't sound like a furry" and i'm like "hm......no i definitely am." by this point they've figured out i'm autistic and we go from there

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I think there's a pressure (especially online, but occasionally IRL, too) placed on systems to constantly reaffirm their systemhood, and it's...exhausting, to say the least.

I use "I" and not "we" when I'm talking about myself, and I tend to be the person in our system who likes to yap online the most, so you're most likely to encounter me in the wild, as it were. But every once in a while, a new mutual or digital acquaintance will discover a post or essay where I've talked about our DID, and suddenly there seems to be this massive confusion regarding language, and who says what, and how to tell if it's me or someone else, and all sorts of other shit that just (for us!) isn't super necessary unless you know us in real life.

We don't cease to be a system if we don't talk about it all the time, ya know? Living with DID and PTSD and all our other conditions is a full-time job, so at a certain point, it's nice to be able to just vibe. To have a least one space where we don't have to constantly define or defend ourselves.

I want to post more often about what's been going on with my system (since this is supposed to be a system blog), but honestly I don't think there's much to say. But I guess that in itself is something to remark about – that at a certain point, your plurality may just become "yeah yeah the Kyubey fictive posting on class discussion boards, we've all seen it". And that's okay. Good, even, in some ways. You don't have to lose your curiosity for your plurality, and you don't have to have everything figured out to get to this point (goodness knows We don't), but you can also just live as a system. It's kinda nice

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Long council meetings.

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'All I see is you.'

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