#⭑🗡⭑ On the job. { IC }

[discountleonardo]

"That kid's a terrible influence on me..."

[murderreign]

Serkan watches as best he can, as he circles around him. Some tiny sliver of sanity rattling in his skull is disappointed, no longer feeling him pressed against him, his arms wrapped around him. It's so easily drowned out by the screaming want as Vhaal brings himself so so so close.

Then... the spell breaks, and he can feel just how sore his body is from tensing and straining with all he had. That doesn't matter though, all that matters is Vhaal. His beloved, who was offering himself up so prettily.

There is no hesitation as he flings his arms around him, nails digging into his back sharply as unnaturally sharp teeth sink into the drows throat.

The taste of blood fills his mouth, a familiar taste as this isn't the first time he's bitten him, but certainly the first time here and like this. The flavor sings on his tongue like nothing else, like he was made for this.

He isn't a vampire though, and the blood isn't enough to satiate what he craves. His teeth carve flesh from bone, savoring, swallowing the flesh from his beloved.

His beloved. There's a twinge of something that cuts through the bloody haze, but a little too late.

time is running out between his fingers like sand . it's been long enough for everyone to flee - not him . he hasn't fled - he wouldn't , he knew he wouldn't , didn't he ? even in the depths of his delirium as his addled mind spewed nothing but gore , vhaal'krin would not waver . ❝ i know , darling ... it hurts inside when you can't , doesn't it ? ❞ like a rabid dog , tugging on its leash until his throat is raw and bloodied . he can't help it . and he can't stand seeing him in such agony .

the drow prowls like a feline , circling him , elegant , calm , the calculation of his step contrasting against serkan's erratic , violent urges , clawing to the surface .

a pale hand molds itself against the strong cut of his jaw , bringing himself so close , like an offering , the softness of his throat against his teeth , his mouth against his ear , just as the spell relinquishes its hold .

❝ etch your teeth into me , beloved , ❞ he invites , the warmth of his breath ghosting against the shell of his ear , warm and tender as his nose brushes against his cheek . ❝ let me satiate your hunger. ❞

[fiddles-ifs]

🗡DEMO (COMING SOON!) 🗡CHARACTERS 🗡PLAYLIST

Rated 18+ for violence and sexual content. Trigger warnings will be provided at the beginning of each chapter.

The king is dead. Long live the king. Alandria is scarred from six long years of war. After a chance encounter in the field, heir-apparent Lisandro hires your mercenary band as security for his upcoming coronation. Now, you find yourself in the nebulous web of lies, schemes, and murder that make up Alandrian politics. When the future king falls deathly ill, it's your job, as the mercenary band's only healer, to figure out what's killing him. The king is dead. Love live the king.

🗡FEATURES

Customizable MC. Play as male, female, or non-binary; trans or cisgender; inter or endosex; customizable pronouns. Customize your appearance, and personality. Tailor your approach to patients -- do you rely on science and surgery, or magic and faith?

Four unique ethnic backgrounds. Alandrian -- the kingdom you find yourself in after ten years. Iskarian -- the expansive empire to the south, and the jewel of the world. Mani -- the nomadic people unwelcome in the north. Ruz -- hailing from the frigid, barren archipelago across the northern sea.

Who were you in your past? A peasant? A former noble? A monastic? Part of a cult? Each ethnicity has four unique origins to choose from -- each origin will impact the story in different ways.

Romance. Or not! Four romance options, two gender-selectable. Play as gay, straight, bisexual or asexual; allo or aromantic.

Solve a medical mystery. Save the king however you can.

Change the course of history. Your proximity to royalty puts you in a position to play the great game -- in fact, you have to, to stay alive.

POV Switches. See some parts of the story from the point of view of the ROs and other characters.

Keep your secrets hidden. They cannot find out.

🗡ROMANCE OPTIONS

Sibir Temyurinkai. [She/her, he/him, they/them] Your best friend for more than a decade. A mercenary warlord many people can't read. You have a lot of history. Maybe even too much. You make them vulnerable. Flavor of romance: friends-to-lovers, love epiphany, UST, shippers on deck.

Lisandro Abarcas. [He/him] The young king uncrowned of Alandria. He's hired Sibir (and therefore you) to be extra security for his upcoming baptism and coronation, but a mysterious illness forces you to play doctor. Flavor of romance: courtly love, Uptown Girl, savior complexes

Idali Abarcas. [She/her] Duchess of the northern province of Baqueria, second in line to the throne, Lisandro's older sister and vicious rival. A cunning, calculating opponent -- but she might be willing to work with you. Flavor of romance: Uptown Girl, Defrosing the Ice Queen, #girlbossmode, dancing with danger

Tesias. [She/her, he/him, they/them] A very mysterious masked traveler. They offer advice and information -- for a price. As a spy, you can't trust anything they say -- but you know they want revenge. And they want it now. Flavor of romance: [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]

🗡TAGS + LINKS

[TKP ASKS] [SIBIR] | [LISANDRO] | [IDALI] | [TESIAS] [DISCORD]

[watcherintheweyr]

So on top of the 4 danmei wip fics, the one dance of dragons/hotd fic, I'm now drafting an acotar fic

This fic will be featuring justice for tamlin, consequences for the IC, lavender marriages ( 👀 guess who ), ocs (fight me 🗡) and so much worldbuilding I may faint

Also I'm currently drafting my 4 original novels

Also I'm currently working on a Masters and a second Bachelors while working 2 jobs, looking into getting back into ttrpg streaming, and restarting watercolor embroidery

....

I think I've lost my mind but feel free to tag along for the ride I guess.

[ask-lute]

Oh, this is my favorite place! There are about a hundred different flavors of ice cream here. My favorite is cherry chocolate. Take a look, maybe something here will catch your attention!

[She sat down at the table with Lute, handing her the menu, and then looked carefully at Lute's prosthetic arm.]

Hmm.. I think with this I can finally retrain from an angelic army armorer to a full-fledged doctor! I don't like being associated with weapons...

((context: V's main job is not psychotherapy. but since weapon making is a seasonal thing, she was forced to find part time job))

You know, I do need help redesigning our armor. I mean it's still within the realm of war but it's at least not a weapon.

[She looks at the menu and sees they serve affogato.]

Raspberry vanilla affogato sounds fantastic right now.-🗡

[anendoandfriendo]

Hi folks!

Remember how one day we said our autism is more a disability than us being a (non-traumagenic/endogenic) system and that we still would not function without each other?

You don't?

Well, this is what we mean, weather we said that or not. We would never function as a singlet and it has zero percent to do with being traumatized. And our access to abled hegemony is still very dependant on how accepting of our being plural/how accepting of us having our multiple personalities any one given person even is.

So. Like. Not to bring syscourse into autcourse here but like:

🪲 and Emilia Justina take care of work for us/have been taking care of our work lately. This is in conjunction with 🏔 and 🏹🗡 who tend to handle more of the documentation and socialization parts of our calls at our work at home call center job.

Haileys (all of them) tend to handle more like, data stuff and keep track of our system but none of them can really keep track of when to feed themselves or anything so we have like, a TON of people here who have to coax them to eat.

Silva is the reason we have a bachelor's degree but he's also fucking homocidal because of seclusion room bullshit in our past so everyone has to keep a check on him and his fucking yangire or yandere depending on the day tendencies since we have no better words currently for that since it's like 9PM/10PM here.

Labrador cannot talk for the most part but has a whole chunk of himself dedicated to speech, which feel Very Distinct from Red not being able to talk and having Shalltear Bloodfallen be nyr speakerphone in nyr place.

If these were all in separate brainbodies they would be considered variant levels of Autistic Support Levels, but in a system these are called "roles" and tbqh, both are bullshit. Both the support labels and the roles thing.

Because we are people and not parts*. We would much rather describe ourselves in paragraph upon paragraph if it would get people so fucking Stop. Using 🏔,🪲, Red, Shalltear, Emilia, and 🏹🗡 as examples:

🏔 shows his affection by pinging the rest of us with an overwhelming Prescence while 🏹🗡 is just very touchy in headspace (even to the point of self-protection into the outerworld) and 🪲 shows his affection by doing. 🪲 doing all of our work for us sounds a lot less like him fulfilling a role and more like him being a person showing his gratitude for taking him in now, doesn't it? And maybe 🏔 prodding the Haileys to fucking, wdk, take a shower when they're too into throwing stuff into the wayback machine has a new light to it now.

When it comes to homesickness 🏔 does not have something to describe their feelings with besides "ambivalent with a hint of distress not being allowed to transfer skills," here. The closest he has is to do the documentation and so...yet again this is less about system roles and more someone trying to alleive some dysphoria. This just happens to align with being able to do our job.

Emilia literally has exomemories of working a call center and volunteered to help us hammer our our scripts whenever they changed. She also likes the fact we can grab cherry chocolate chip ice cream whenever we want if we let someone know about it. The Haileys worked with her to help us seal a promotion because Emilia knows how to shut her mouth, Silva and The Haileys do not, and Silva basically gave everyone permission to pursue a promotion as long as he could keep tabs on how things are going.

Silva basically clapped back at a sysmedicalist at work when we were in training and made sure she shut the fuck up. No details needed besides the fact his "charge/ward," was talking with this person. And then because we need a job he backed out before he could get pissed at the prompting fron said ward. Said ward is also in a QPR** with Silva. Literally these two are the epitome of "it's fucking disgusting, but in a positive way," and also "you two do you — you two are GREAT together but please gods keep everyone else out of whatever kind of fucked up you've got going on," in real life. Silva is ALSO the person who dragged us through all of our academics up until our third year of university. We have a fucking double degree (bachelor of arts) because this tired burnt out yandere pushed us through all of it and is probably up there in terms of the smartest people in our system alongside Norman ad Raymond.

🏹🗡 is much more confident and socially adept than most people who front normally...and he is also So Dumb(tm) and we love him but Haileys need to tell him when to stop explaining stuff to people. But 🏹🗡 can also tell when Haileys are overcomplicating stuff, this post is Very Long already but suffice it to say Haileys were overthinking their first DnD character when we first created them.

Red actually arrived literal YEARS before Shalltear*** and their relationship is strictly business. This was out of necessity because we worked at Walmart at the time, but this has persisted past that time in our life. But the fact that it has also shows that there's some kind of bond there because, welp, Shalltear is very affectionate but reserved and Red is one of the survivors of when we dated The Eras and they tried to pressure us to purge headmates out of our system and doesn't trust easily outside of his cohort. So...less of a "role" thing at this point and more like an Autistic nonverbal who has a caregiver and they both just HAPPEN to share a brainbody.

But you. A singlet or sysmedicalist (if not both/generalized non-specific you). Probably decided to assume things about them, and the current fronter, and basically the entirety of our polyplex just based on the words "autism," and "system," alone and that includes deciding that somehow we are "secretly traumagenic," and that we would "function better," as a single person who "has autism," when that's literally just so antithetical to our wiring and how we have discovered ourselves and how we see ourselves both woth autism and plurality.

Like, we're hoping this makes sense because mainly this is a somewhat incoherent ramble about how we think both support labels are bullshit, and that while "roles" in system communities might be helpful for some we also do think the way they are used and talked about in many spaces is also bullshit.

Like we have heard first-hand people will notice we're a bit fucked up but they really, genuinely can't name it unless they are already Autistic and/or Plural themselves. Nobody who is a singlet would be able to tell that we are like this of they just glanced at us. Nobody who is an allistic would be able to tell that we are like this if they just glanced at us. They would probably brush us under the rug as "just a little unusual," and probably would notice our anxiety first, actually.

Just. We do not even know how to end this tirade. We (dys)function more like a hugely interdependent household of autistic freakazoids and the fact we are considered "high functioning," is literally a farce with a big trenchcoat stretching the span of our entire polyplex. Our "low support needs," is really, in actuality, a shitton of people of varying support levels and needs coexisting in the same brainbody and doing perfectly fine specifically because we are multiple.

TL:DR we agree with OP. Now let's elaborate on how this intersects with our plurality and how we see ourselves! It turns out that assuming anything about our system origins as well as our autism support level is going to turn out Very Wrong. We are, paradoxically, both approximate to abled hegemony and very very far away from it. Which one it is depends on how well you can actually see through us and how much we bother to tell you.

*We know there are some systems that DO use parts language but our observation is that singlets use it to deperson a system, while a system often uses it the way a singlet would talk about being "part of the community," and we think that is a VERY important distinction.

** QPR is the closest word here but that's not quite right tbh. Those two are literally stuck together for DAYS once they find each other.

***Silva is actually closer to Red's cohort than Shalltear's cohort is...and Silva's cohort is chronologically further out than Shalltear's in the outerworld here. But rven then there is still literally years between them. Like. We experience time very weirdly if we do at all tbh. Lime this is a system thing for us we have tried so much to get a sense of the passage of time in our innerworld and it just....doesn't exist we guess.

also i think a lot of support needs discourse completely overlooks the fact that the reason functioning labels and autism levels are problematic to begin with is because there is no across-the-board way to generalize support needs across dozens and dozens of different daily activities usefully, realistically you end up categorizing almost every disabled person as "mid support needs" because of splinter skills and that just isn't materially useful

"can't feed or bath themself" and "completely independently handles their finances and works an accounting job from home" can and do coexist in the same disabled person

"nonverbal and uses aac" and "is capable of completing a college degree" can and do coexist in the same disabled person

"can't live independently and needs a carer" and "is a carer for the other disabled people they live with" is something that applies to literally every disabled person i know

(and like, yes of course i think that people who are profoundly incapable of participating in abled hegemony in any way need language to describe themselves, but the ability to access abled hegemony is already overlooked as the main axis of disabled oppression, instead trying to localize it within our bodyminds? and yeahyeah i get it "i'd still be disabled under socialism" thats not really the point there, the point is regardless of how little you can access abled hegemony the disabling feature is still the access to abled hegemony, current language and discourse abt support needs obscures that imho)

(particularly because the visible markers of disability more profoundly limit someone from accessing abled hegemony, and arguments abt what is "more" or "less" disabling aren't centered on the axis of "how much is this person able to access the benefits of this hegemony, incl. income, respect and authority, social acceptance." i've seen people who have no ability to access institutions like work and school, 0 degree or qualifications and 0 income, being implied as ~less disabled~ due to current discourses on support needs, than people who draw on hegemonic authority via academic and professional accreditation.)

and like, separating out those into categories and representing access to those categories with ur language is fundamentally more accurate than drawing broad lines around dozens of categories of daily living and shunting disabled ppl off into those 3 or 4 categories. the experience of someone who cannot feed or toilet independently + has a masters degree is fundamentally different from the experience of someone who is independently physically mobile + labeled as violent and dangerous due to their disability and currently street homeless. and trying to determine whose "support needs are higher" in that axis or trying to plot them on an axis of "more or less disabled" is fundamentally useless in comparison to describing how their disability positions them in relation to abled hegemony and what parts of it they have access to and what parts they dont!

[afoolandathief]

28, 27, 11, 2, and 20 for the ship asks, please!! <3

~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

Hey @memento-morri-writes, thank you for the ask!

The Ship Ask Game

28. What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

For Something Wicked:

Sooo ... Caz is like, really, really into watches and clocks, and plans on buying a diamond-and-sapphire encrusted Rolex diving watch following a big payout for a job he's doing. When that goes to shit — and also since he has to spend his money on repairing the apartment his ex wrecked — Jade buys him a $30 Casio watch that he continues to wear even as he says he'll buy a better replacement for it soon. He feels like his whole world is ending when he's getting tortured and it's smashed.

27. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?

Okay, so, I have *thoughts* on some weddings in Something Wicked but I may leave those be for now.

For Those Horrid, Horrid Things:

Loki has already been married to both Sigyn and Angrboda at the start of Those Horrid, Horrid Things. It's mentioned that their wedding to Sigyn was "a quick, arranged marriage filled with tittering, leering Aesir." I never wrote it down, but I imagined Loki and Angrboda's also had an incredibly quick ceremony, but that was more because Angrboda's sister said something about her having a baby with some low-class fire Jotunn she wasn't even married to, and the two of them just looked at each other and were like "Fine, let's get married. Right here and right now."

I think sometime after the events of Those Horrid, Horrid Things Sigyn and Angrboda get married in Midgard. Neither of them even propose to the other, Loki brings it up that the two ought to also be married and they all agree. Loki wears a stunning green dress for their ceremony and makes a much bigger deal of it than either of their wives, probably somehow managing a temporary-peace deal so a bunch of Vanir, Aesir and Jotnar can attend.

11. What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

For Something Wicked:

Caz constantly has "Witchcraft" by Frank Sinatra stuck in his head, but he can't quite figure out why.

For Those Horrid, Horrid Things:

For Loki and Angrboda: "The Way You Used To Do" by Queens of the Stone Age (and no, not just because of the "gave birth to monsters" line)

For Sigyn and Angrboda: "Suddenly I See" by KT Tunstall (yes, this started as a joke, but honestly, it works)

Loki and Sigyn: Torn between "All I Really Want" by Alanis Morissette for the stressed-out, snipping vibes they have between each other or "Home to Me" by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea for their climactic moment together in that cave.

2. Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)

For Something Wicked:

Hmm, I think Jade and Violet best exemplify the grumpy X sunshine trope, lol. Violet in an early draft I wrote even calls Jade "Doom and Gloom" at one point.

For Those Horrid, Horrid Things:

I feel like Loki and Sigyn's relationship falls into some sort of trope. Maybe "arranged marriage to lovers to enemies to lovers"?

20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

For Those Horrid, Horrid Things:

Loki constantly steals clothing from both Sigyn and Angrboda (not just when they betray Sigyn and steal her clothing and her face that one time). They especially like to wear Angrboda's giant band tees as sleep shirts.

For Something Wicked:

Uhhh, Jade gets a very odd question at one point from Ruby as to how she got her hands on a shirt from Led Zeppelin's 1969 concert at the Ice Palace. She doesn't have a good answer for this, or why Caz is turning redder than his drink when Ruby asks.

[discountleonardo]

There's a low grumble from the slider, a hint of convincing annoyance in his tired eyes. "Need to check the henway later..." He mumbles the words as he lifts his cup of coffee to his lips.

[discountleonardo]

❛  it isn’t fair how much you turn me on.  ❜

~🦚

𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

He'd finally gotten back home after another outing, though blood splattered his gear. Thankfully, this time, it wasn't his own. But it was odd. He didn't have a job today, there was no reason for Chief to have drawn blood. So why was he covered in blood?

Maybe he'd gotten in a fight while at the market...

"I'm a mess, love." There's an edge to his tone that's a telltale sign he'd previously been rather upset and was still winding down. "At least let me clean up a little bit first, hm?" Chief asks as he takes off his gear. Slowly. Aware of his movements, how his muscles tense and relax as he moves. Each movement was intentional. A tease. He knew what his lovely little thief liked to see.

Masks, cloak, and tactical vest already removed, Chief next removes his arm wraps. "Then we can have a little fun. How's that sound?" Probably in the shower. And then some after, if Eshra was up for it.

[discountleonardo]

@so-called-yokai replied to your post “"Перья…" "If you wanted to touch me so bad,...”:

...boop.

"One last one, hm?"

[discountleonardo]

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

~🦚

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

A hand hit the door before it had the chance to open any more than an inch, a wave of anxiety surging through Chief's blood. He could feel his heart beating against his plastron, blood rushing in his ears. Oh, this wasn't good. Can't be seen like this- can't be seen like this-

"I'll be out in a minute!" The slider cringed at both the pain in his arm and the fear he let slip through his voice. On the bathroom sink countertop was a bloody mess. Literally. He couldn't let Eshra see any of it.

Gauze, cotton balls, cotton pads, antiseptic, scissors, surgical thread threaded through a surgical needle. Some are clean, such as the cotton balls, pads, and gauze still in their respective containers. Others were bloodied and scattered about along with little specks of crimson.

Chief had just returned from working another job. Back within the time he said he'd be, but he had made sure to be quiet when he snuck into the apartment. He was used to targets fighting back; they all did, honestly. He didn't blame them. But the one he'd just taken down had more fight than the others.

And they'd gotten lucky.

They had a knife, and they had wielded it well. Managed to damage his gear, that was for sure. He'd need a new vest, one cut had actually managed to get through to nick his plastron. Nothing noticeable really, not among the littering of other scratches and nicks and chips. But it wasn't the holes in his vest or the new fine line on his plastron. No.

It was his still currently bleeding arm.

His target had stabbed him and pulled down. Right in the shoulder. Chief would estimate that the gash was a good four inches long. The blade's hilt didn't touch his arm so he'd guess it's about two inches deep, three max. He had to patch himself up immediately after the job was done, lest he risk losing too much blood.

It had been a messy job and an even messier cleanup. Blood splatters still littered his face, and oh how his arm stung and throbbed with pain as he moved to clean himself up. By the time he finally got to getting the first few stitches in he'd grown numb. He still had to dab away blood from time to time as he went through three layers of stitches, making sure the wound was closed properly and would heal correctly. The last thing he wanted was a deep wound infection.

Lines of orange stained his arm where he'd poured the antiseptic on himself as he'd worked, but at least his wound was closed now. Dry and bandaged, Chief then worked on cleaning the rest of himself up, including getting the rest of the way out of his damaged gear, and then finally- finally exiting the bathroom.

It had been a lot longer than a minute, and Chief knew that. The first thing he did when he was finally free of the bathroom was find Eshra, pull him in for a tight one-armed hug, and shower his lovely mate in kisses and apologies. And when silence fell and Chief was just standing there with Eshra held close, only then did he let how tired he was show in his voice as he asked one little question.

"Can we go to bed now?"

[discountleonardo]

[ name ] — sender calls out receiver’s name during sex/stimulation

~🦚

sexual sounds, words, & actions prompts

It's the second time they've met. Second time they've crossed paths. Second time they decided...

"Вот и все, хорошенькая маленькая воровка." The Ronin purrs, one hand lightly wrapped around the feathered yokai's neck as he keeps him pinned to the wall, the other between his thief's legs, both fingers buried deep within his slit. "Love it when you say that name," he praises. "Sounds so good coming from those pretty lips..."

The first time together had been devine, even if unexpected. It's no surprise, really, that the two thieves are at each other again. And it's no surprise Chief is quickly finding himself becoming attached to this pretty bird he's got pinned to the wall, moaning for the Ronin as he fingers him without mercy.

[discountleonardo]

"Перья…"

"If you wanted to touch me so bad, all you need was to ask."

[discountleonardo]

"So I just cut my own arm off."

"How's your day going?

[discountleonardo]

What about her do you like, huh? ;)

"Wouldn't you like to know."

[discountleonardo]

You want her to step on you sooooo bad, don't you?

"Oh, you're funny. You're trying to kink shame me, aren't you?"