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Shimmer, Glimmer, & Gleam - A Quest of Loss & Gain

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[X] TOP PRIORITY: Medicine
[X] SECOND PRIORITY: Spider Marriage
[X] TERTIARY PRIORITY: Morale

Medicine is time sensitive, and it takes years to train people properly, plus medicines and equipment have expiration dates that could effect learning things, even if the loss of the actual items doesn't cause problems. Best get on that as soon as possible, and it sounds like now is possible.

Marriage if a hot button topic. Best to sort that out now, before people settle back into pre-refraction ideas in the wake of Mara's passing.

People with low morale are destructive. Working on community and recreational activities will create a happier, calmer, and more productive populace.

[X] Your defensive distance from this topic

I am deeply eager for Jill to get on working through her shit. The defensiveness continues to hurt her, and backing away when challenged on it feels wrong. Plus, this will mean a lot more to Orchid than the apology did, and open up Jill to the opportunity to correct that error.
 
[X] TOP PRIORITY: Spider Marriage
[X] SECOND PRIORITY: Medicine
[X] TERTIARY PRIORITY: Morale
[X] Your defensive distance from this topic
 
[X] TOP PRIORITY: Medicine
[X] SECOND PRIORITY: Morale
[X] TERTIARY PRIORITY: Spider Marriage

[X] Your defensive distance from this topic
 
[x] TOP PRIORITY: Routing
[x] SECOND PRIORITY: Medicine
[x] TERTIARY PRIORITY: Morale
[X] Your defensive distance from this topic
 
[X] TOP PRIORITY: Morale
[X] SECOND PRIORITY: Medicine
[X] TERTIARY PRIORITY: Routing

[X] Your defensive distance from this topic

Hey you undead son of a lich, I'm here. I want that playground, even if i have to write a whole ass make for it myself. Orchid needs a tire swing to spin on, that'll be good for it.

Also, if you want a hand on updating the butcher's bill, you know where to find my happy ass.
 
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Scheduled vote count started by Morrowlark on Feb 13, 2025 at 10:55 PM, finished with 21 posts and 15 votes.
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Okay y'all, here's what I'm gonna do. I am gonna write the update for the other bit of that vote now, or it's not gonna get done. In the meantime, here's our options as I see it:

A. Host a full revote on the priorities, use the task-based tech, fkn pray

B. I count all votes for every topic and the top three are first, second, third priority

C. I vanish into the night and emerge a decade later, somehow married to the ghost of Julie D'Aubigny

Discussion on the relative merits of all three is encouraged.
 
i vote for option b, on account of highest chance of getting spider marriage on the list.
(and in the future i vote for task based voting.)
 
B seems like it would fit best with whats already been going on, honestly. Tell us how many options we can throw a vote behind, lets folks vote for the things they most want overall?
 
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B. I count all votes for every topic and the top three are first, second, third priority

C. I vanish into the night and emerge a decade later, somehow married to the ghost of Julie D'Aubigny
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I support both of these. Yes, both! I will not be explaining further.
 
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    • So first things first, I'm gonna do a brief perspective switch after this while I figure out how to solve this vote situation that I summoned upon myself. Your advice and insight on that is appreciated.

    Second, there is gonna be an explicit scene in this update. For courtesy and in the spirit of sticking to site rules as cooperatively as possible I am going to put it in a spoiler block but do not confuse this for it being optional. There's gonna be character work in there, there's gonna be Stuff, if I wanna write smut with no plot I've got an Ao3 I can use for that. I do not wanna hear anyone going, "wait, what's happening?" later because they skipped the porn. Alright? Alright.

    You chew your lip and try to come to a decision. Orchid isn't usually a fast smoker but sometimes it is, and, fuck, what're you even...

    For the love of the gods this is not the time to be getting an erection. Congratulations to your nethers for being excited but that blood is being used to think gods fucking take it -

    You look out the window of the second-floor warehouse office you're using and see Orchid just there, smoking languidly. It turns its head and sees you looking at it; automatically, you stand up, feeling weird guilt and more than a little shame, and you catch Orchid's eyes flick down, then up, before it raises its auburn eyebrows at you. So you shut the blinds.

    Absolutely normal behavior.

    "Get it together," you mutter to yourself, as you pace the room. Sure wish you could say you were pacing it in the manner you were once accustomed to but these days you kinda bounce as one of those intrinsic parts of all leg motion, so uh, yeah. You run your hands through your hair and try not to think: why? Why this, why now, why you - no, wait, no, you did that last one in therapy, 'why you' is a bad question - but -

    Hold up. Two can play this game. You bite your lip and look at the chair you were sitting in, and you make a couple fast decisions. This is gonna need a few steps.

    Step one: sit in the chair. Easy.

    Step two: rapidly and surreptitiously remove your comfy yet now high-key embarrassing granny panties. Slightly harder and there is a sound of tearing cloth you do NOT wanna think about so you huck that shit directly into the room's trash can without looking.

    Step three: cross your legs all lady-like.

    Step four: rapidly smooth your skirt over.

    Okay, Ms. Hatter, it's time for your debut. Play your cards right and you might just have a fun time that doesn't involve two toys and a hand.

    When Orchid comes back in, that lingering scent of tobacco mixed into its perfume, you are cool as a cucumber and intend on staying that way. It gives you a happy little smile, not the triumphant smirk you were expecting from such a bold move, and you marvel, again, at your friend who says what it means but doesn't understand what people hear. It shuts and locks the door behind it before dropping the blinds in the door's window, and clomps on over in its heavy boots. It leans in, and you're not sure if it's to talk or to kiss or even just to kneel, but you stop it with a hand on its chest and it blinks at you with those beautiful eyes.

    "Lemme be direct back," you tell Orchid. "What's the deal here? What's got you lookin' to do all this to your poor knees in this shitty office?"

    Orchid's turn to blush a bit; its gaze flicks away. "...See if I explain it's gonna sound all weird and transactional and it's not transactional. Might be weird? Maybe? But it's not...ugh, you know!"

    "Orchid," you say seriously. "I promise to hear ya out in the spirit of your intent but either you explain or no dick for you."

    It lets out a surprised half-laugh, looking right at you, and with childish glee it tells you: "Say that again!"

    "...No dick for you?"

    "Gods above you sound - oh my gods - you sound -" Orchid tries to breathe. "You sound like someone scolding the crows -"

    Now you're laughing too, it's infectious. You pull Orchid closer by its top, making it hold itself up on the arms of the shitty office chair, and you put your lips to its ear. "Orchid," you scold, in your Most Serious Voice, "you tell me right now what this is about or -" you touch your lips to its ear, making it shiver, "no dick for you!"

    The resulting Several Minutes of both of you dying laughing is entirely worth it. Orchid ends up on the floor, flat on its ass, tears welling in its eyes from laughing so hard. Your own vision is a bit blurry from the same. You both wipe at your eyes with the backs of your hands as you remember the ancient and forbidden art of breathing, and Orchid shakes its head with a stupid grin. "Alright," it says in that pleasant rasp you could listen to for hours. "Alright, you win. I wanted to do somethin' nice for you, y'know? You've...been here, for me. This whole time. Even when it's been weird for you, or hard for you, and you're out here breaking your back every day carrying the load alongside me and...I figured, if you could hook me up with Andrea and that went amazing, why shouldn't I get you something? I can't, y'know, give you the world, so...blowjob."

    "There's gotta be some levels between 'empress of all Domus' and 'suck her dick'," you tease.

    "Got any enemies you want gone?" Orchid teases right back. You laugh, and sit back in the chair, and decide, y'know...a present between friends can't hurt. It's a new world. Who's to say what a proper lady is any more?

    "You're gonna want that top off," you tell Orchid. "...For that matter, so'm I."

    Your flower blushes, it really does, but it shrugs out of its tank top and oh you were looking entirely too respectfully earlier that doll ain't wearin' a bra. You swallow, hard, and it looks up almost expectantly at you, or at least it seems expectant by the time you manage to wrench your eyes in an upwards kinda direction to its scarred, perfect face. You spread your legs some, and pull your skirt up.

    Orchid doesn't even try to keep eye contact here.

    It scoots closer, resting its warm cheek against your thigh, and stares between your legs. So you reach out, and touch its soft hair, and it makes a little cooing sound low in its scarred throat. "I knew I liked these from the porn," Orchid murmurs, "but yours is so much friendlier in person. It'd actually like...fit...in another human body. Look at it..." Its hand touches your cock and you feel a jolt through your spine that hits a little button in your psyche. You are well familiar with this little button, the lasses you've dated or fooled around with have all found it eventually, it's a big, giant, red button labeled Make Jill Moan Like A Whore and boy does it embody truth in advertising. Orchid's eyes flick up at the sound, and it smiles playfully before giving the tip of your rapidly hardening cock a little kiss.

    "Damnit flower," you manage, between ragged breaths. "People are gonna hear -"

    "They're gonna hear how lucky I am to be down here?" Orchid teases.

    "They're gonna hear us fucking in the conference room and kick our asses," you correct, a note of panic in your voice that is absolutely not enough to overpower the arousal. Orchid is not helping matters; it seems very confident and very amused and Merciful Mara protect you, confident and slightly evil lasses - dolls??? - are kinda your tyyyyyyyyy-

    - Oh. It's. It's been practicing. You can't even get a proper moan out because you stop breathing entirely when it takes half your length into its mouth with a pleased little sound vibrating up from its throat. Your fingers scrabble at the cheap plastic of the office chair's arms, and your nails leave faint grooves as Orchid -

    "- W-wait," you beg, "you d-don't wanna g-go too deep -" Orchid ignores you, swallowing more down, and then it gags, pulling itself off your cock and coughing in surprise. You laugh weakly and stroke its hair. "I warned you flower," you pant. "You can't just go whole hog on your first time. Why're you so eager?"

    "You taste good," Orchid mutters, hiding its face against your thigh and peppering you with little kisses. "...And you're so...expressive. Am I doing good?"

    Orchid, honey...it almost sounds like it's pleading, the way it gets when it's feeling bad and comes to you for comfort...

    "Tell you what," you tell it, as you card your fingers through its hair, petting its head. It coos and nuzzles harder into your thigh. "You take it nice and slow, and I'll tell you what's good, alright?"

    It nods against your thigh, kisses its way closer, wringing little gasps from high in your throat. When it takes your tip into its mouth again you sink forward on the chair, glass blades singing against the shitty floor, hands tight against Orchid's head. You stroke its hair, wordlessly guide it for a moment while you try to remember what words are.

    Found the words: "That's it," you breathe, as it bobs up and down, tongue lathering your shaft. "That's my flower, you're - hahhh - that's it...fuck I wanna return the favor..."

    It pops off of your cock, gives you a little kiss, and grins up at you. "Nope," is all the answer you get before it swallows you again. Fuck. Its hair feels so right between your fingers, the scent of tobacco and lavender and sweat and - fuck -

    - gods take it you're gonna pop early like a damn teenager again -

    "Orchid, w-wait, you d-don't want me to cum in your mouth," you try to warn, which is when you lose control of the situation if you ever had it to begin with. It goes faster, daring deeper, playing chicken with its gag reflex while it grips your thighs. Your head rolls back and you try to repeat your warning, but all you really manage is to clutch at its hair, egging it on, you're so close, so close, it's, it's -

    You barely manage to clap a hand over your own mouth before you cum, and just as you tried to warn Orchid about, it was not ready. It pulls back in surprise, spitting and sputtering, and ends up getting more on its breasts as you ride out the best orgasm you've had in three gods-damned years from what you will, with later reflection, accept was kinda a mid blowjob. Your vision goes black at the edges until you force yourself to breathe...

    "Hey," Orchid scolds, standing slowly. It puts a knee on the chair between your thighs so it can put its splattered chest in your face. "I am not cleaning this up..."

    * * * *

    "Holy fucking gods," you pant from the table, where you are flat on your back. By the time you were done cleaning up Orchid spotted an opportunity for round two. You just have to pray it's satisfied or you're going to desiccate and fuckin' die. "...How long have you been wanting to do that?"

    "First romance novel," Orchid admits, from right next to you. It flops its arm blindly, finds your tit, squeezes your tit, and then keeps flopping until it can find your hand while you're all weak from getting your tit squeezed like that. It laces its fingers into yours, and sighs in satisfaction. "...I think I liked that," your friend says. "And I think I wanna do it again."

    "Flower, if you don't let me help you next time I'm gonna die when my granny rises from her grave to kill me for bein' an ungrateful lover."

    "Let her, I'll fuck her too."
     
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    • You are Captain Isoldt Young, and currently the only thing fucking you is your life. Two days of shelling with incendiaries and you've gained maybe a mile into these damn suburbs. Satellite imagery has suggested no one has a working fucking army at the moment, which sure changed the math on these artillery pieces; chalk one up for Dad's weirdly cynical optimism. You hadn't needed to stockpile so many for an enemy, but destroying any part of this manifestation enough to make it drop back into a...more solid reality...has been irksome, and annoying, and slow. And you're in the field so taking Hannah aside for a 'cavity search' is a fucking no-go. In a related story, you are smoking up a fucking storm.

    You turn your head to the walkie-talkie clipped to your chest and turn it on. "Perimeter check."

    "North side clear."

    "South side clear."

    "West side, we've got movement."

    "Define movement," you bark, immediately. East side is your side; nothing is coming out of these suburbs. "Hostiles?"

    "Hard to say," your boy returns. "Armed, definitely, humanoid, about thirty, forty of 'em? No sign of items from the shoot-on-sight list...no kids either."

    Everlasting Lady take you now. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

    Lose 2
    [ ] This position
    [ ] The safety of your men
    [ ] Your own safety
    [ ] Precious time
    [ ] Ammunition
     
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    • And now while I figure out what I wanna do about the other vote I will enter my traditional phase of anxious, terrified screaming that happens every time I write a sex scene. Cheers.
     
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    [x] Ammunition

    I've already told you on Discord how I feel about the sex scene. You know, the advantage this has over DWRP is that you're blowing your shot all at once [sic] and not in a situation where you're doing the dance of seven veils post-by-post about it with the peanut gallery commenting on the play-by-play.
     
    Morrowlark said:
    And now while I figure out what I wanna do about the other vote I will enter my traditional phase of anxious, terrified screaming that happens every time I write a sex scene. Cheers.
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    It was fineeee. I've read worse, and the way you wrote it definitely fit the failgirl vibe.

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    You are Captain Isoldt Young, and currently the only thing fucking you is your life.
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    HAHAHAHAHHA

    Morrowlark said:
    Okay y'all, here's what I'm gonna do. I am gonna write the update for the other bit of that vote now, or it's not gonna get done. In the meantime, here's our options as I see it:

    A. Host a full revote on the priorities, use the task-based tech, fkn pray
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    I'm fine with A, but the rest is also ok.

    [X] This position
    [X] Your own safety
     
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