desalvar

[desalvar]

can i come over and not give you a second's worth of peace for the rest of your life

[desalvar]

Nik should let Q kill him just once as a treat :) . If he does they might let him taste their soul ;) .

" You mean to have me pay a death toll for a measly lick at my food? I'm not called The Taste Tester, darling. "

" Abysmal business offer, Great Wyrm, honestly. "

[desalvar]

GET TO KNOW ME

ABC'S MUN EDITION

a . age: twenty eight.

b . birthplace: bulgaria.

c . current time: 01:28

d . drink you had last: a big juicy cold gulp of water, bless (it's a heatwave here)

f . favorite current song(s): (on a balkan wave lately 🥰)

klavdia - asteromata

vassilis karras - fenomeno

bijelo dugme - djurdjevdan

emilia x costi - turbulence

e . easiest person(s) to talk to: little sister and my best friend

g . goals: get my final degree and the chance to create in the animation field

h . horror yes or horror no: yes but i'm uncharacteristically picky when it comes to horror media. almost unfairly more than other genres. probably since it's trecherously common for it to slip into predictable, cheesy, gross or fetishy territory.. and also fear is kind of subjective so 🤷 you win some you lose some. nyeway i've been into horror podcasts lately

i . in love ?: nnah

j . jealous of people: not really? of healthier people maybe but i'd barely qualify it as jealousy. just want that 4 me thanks

k . kissed someone recently?: nope

l . love at first sight or should i walk by again ?: grimy goblin-like curiosity at first sight is more like it. like a magpie but for interesting looking people.

m . middle name: Miroslavova (dare you to pronounce it)

n . number of siblings: one sister 11 years younger than me - Maria 🥺❤️

o . one wish: health and that's it. everything else can be achieved or reckoned with 🤷

q . questions you’re always asked: are you okay? (i'm very pale and very thin lol) what do you use for your hair?

s . song you last sang: uhhhh.. probably sen trope by azis (the pop folk pattern is concerning lmao)

t . top 3 fictional characters: i'm gonna follow example from fen and just do my oc's (here and on @vullcanica )

nikodemus desalvar

avita desalvar

recent obsession: constance (literal building 🩶)

u . unexperienced or experienced writer: experienced in writing, not experienced in too many genres or type of characters. i just king of keep gravitating to similar ideas. here's to hoping i can branch out more and get weirder about this whole creative writing thing where you can literally write anything and anyone 😮‍💨😮‍💨 you'd figure, yk..

v . vacation: two months for work in greece (it counts, beach every other day) and bachelorette party after that ALSO in greece (counts as well, we had a blast, just with some organizing and planning surprises, which was also exciting)

w . when’s your birthday: march 29th

x . x - rays: of my teeth mostly, and some of my lungs

y . your favorite food: traditional bulgarian banitsa and boza

z . zodiac sign: aries and it shocks people which fuels my glee

Tagged by: @endlcssdesiire

Tagging: you and you n you over there! whoever's comfortable filling this out, really, it's cute but personal

[desalvar]

rotating nik in my brain at staggering speeds tonight. it's the 'wounded man walking corpse' 'feels the pain in full' 'i've died every terrible, exquisite death this world has to offer and i have survived each one' of it all..

[desalvar]

Before june ends (in 1 minutes' time on my end) let me wish the abominable freak and y'all a happy be gay do crime month. Life better be treating you well and if not, make it 🔪🔪

[desalvar]

I'M STILL ALIVE, I've just been working in a foreign country with shite net connection and ungodly expensive roaming for the past two months. In the defence of my work team: we were in GREECE!!!!!

[desalvar]

@vilestblood everything reminds me of them

[desalvar]

SEXUAL PREFERENCES.

bold  what  applies, italicize  what  sometimes  applies, strike  what  never  applies, &  leave  what’s  n/a or very rare.​

INCLINATIONS  &  HABITS   .

is  submissive. is  dominant. switch. prefers  to  top. prefers  to  bottom. versatile. identifies  as  heterosexual.     identifies  as  homosexual.     identifies  as  bisexual.     identifies  as  pansexual.    identifies  as demisexual.     identifies  as  asexual.     enjoys sex  with  men. enjoys  sex  with  women. enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  one  time. initiates. waits  for  partner  to  initiate. spits. swallows.     prefers  sex  in  the  morning.     prefers  sex  at  night.     prefers  sex  any  time.     no  sex  drive.   low  sex  drive. average  sex  drive.  high  sex  drive.     hypersexual.

BODY   &   APPEARANCE   .

small  build.     medium  build.   (semi) athletic  build.    muscular  build.     curvy  build.     voluptuous build.     wears  boxer (briefs) .   wears  lingerie. goes  ‘commando’.     shaves  /  waxes. doesn’t  shave  /  wax. cup  size  a - c.   cup  size  d - f.     1 - 6"  in  length.    7 - 9"  in  length.  10"  or  over  in  length.

SOUNDS   .

is  silent  /  makes  little  to  no  sounds.     is  very  quiet.     is  very  loud.   grows  in  volume  over  time. bites  hand  /  partner  /  pillow  to  muffle  themselves (see, he tries). calls  out  partner’s  name.   curses.     fakes  /  exaggerates. prefers  a  quiet  partner. prefers a loud partner. prefers a responsive partner. no preference towards partner's volume. is turned on by dirty talk. is turned off by dirty talk. (might laugh if it's bad enough but it doesn't dampen the mood)

TURN-ONS & KINKS   .

having  their  hands  pinned.  pinning  their  partner’s hands.    having  their  hair pulled.   pulling  on  their  partner’s  hair.   being  watched  ( by  their  partner ). being  watched  ( by  a  third  party ). watching  their  partner.    receiving  oral. giving  oral. calling  their  partner  ‘ daddy ’.     being  called  ‘ daddy ’. calling their partner ‘mommy‘. being called ‘ mommy ‘.     giving  praise. receiving  praise. biting  /  marking. being  bitten  /  marked. spanking.    being  spanked.   teasing. being  teased. having  toys  used  on  them (in addition).   using  toys  on  their partner. giving  anal.     receiving  anal.   choking. being  choked. dirty  talk. being  tied  up.   tying  their  partner  up. being  worshipped.   worshipping  their partner.  humiliating.    being  humiliated. degrading. being  degraded. knife play. gun play.   blood  play. being  pegged.   pegging. edging. being edged. age gap. anonymous sex. clothed / partially clothed. condoms. deep - throating. intercrural sex. lingerie (on partner, doesn't think it suits him). nipple play. orgasm denial (too voracious to tolerate it often). overstimulation. breeding. public sex. rimming. roleplay. sadism / masochism. size difference. squirting.

[desalvar]

"Yes, it's eye-catching!" No point in acting offended over the inevitable, so he doesn't.

Matter of fact, he can barely hold it together with Antonín looking the part of pure and utter shellshock. It's endearing to see how mortally a blue square and some beige can wound his sensibilities and comforting to know Nico can still get a lick at them.

"I've been called similar, but you like me well enough."

Far be it for him not to play on Nín's sentiments to get something, he's not quite arguing his case in actuality. Maybe an insistent defense might soothe his beloved best friend far better than the chillingly telltale tone of casual finality that denotes Nik's decided to do something. It's already been slipped under one armpit to continue their stroll. They're taking it home.

As for the reason: Nik shrugs. Typical. "I like it. It has an actual effect on me, per your-" an emphatic switch into français parisien. "-instence of the art experience. Right?" He's got a grin on that means, in no uncertain terms, that he's having a good time first and foremost. He can live without his own brand of eclectic all over the walls.

He's blissfully distracted by the shop's newest addition: a lovely collection of art nouveau glass. Already, a decanter and glasses shaped like elegant calla lilies whisper his name...

Until that thing assaults his senses.

"No." A swift and sharp rebuke, glaring upon the pitiful excuse for a painting, as if its mere existence insults his entire lineage. However, the fact that Nicodemo, for once, displays an interest in art — or at least its mockery — does not escape him. Antonín releases a sigh, long and weary, striving to temper his disdain and then speak in a perfectly calm manner:

"It's the ugliest waste of paint and a canvas I've ever had the misfortune to witness."

Fine. He cannot, after all, suppress his disdain. Yet, he still seeks to grasp Nicodemo's interest... even if it's a pursuit doomed to fail.

"Why this one?" Antonín gestures vaguely towards the rest of the shop; plenty of less atrocious selections are in sight. "And why the bedroom?" It will give him nightmares.

[desalvar]

luv men who love you weirdly. who love you so much it’s just shy of creepy. luv men who r a little not normal when it comes to you n their love for you.

[desalvar]

Very beautiful princess with a disorder for me to drag a 15 kg cabinet up 4 flights of stairs because I made an aesthetic purchase at 8 pm 😌🌼

[desalvar]

the laws of men mean little to me . (from Q) // @sortilegum

"That they do."

Above the lip of his teacup Nikodemus eyes them shamelessly, great marvellous thing that they are, and drinks up both. It isn't the only thing the Lindwyrm transcends, he's heard. Law is a human invention, a bid for control so easily circumvented without observation. Nik's curious about other, more inescapable, unephemeral things - power, strength, age, time. The cards dealt et al.

"The jurisdiction of mortals tends to becomes moot point once you've escaped that of mortality itself." he says, knowing, a creature just as ancient, ambitious and audacious beyond his mettle. Transcendence is rare and slow and it's so awfully sad they should meet, respective ascensions gone piteously unwitnessed, in such civil circumstances.. As civil as his shop could be, miasmic with curses and malefactions. 17th century Italy carries on beyond its door, none the wiser. "But it's not the only jurisdiction you've encountered, I wager.."

There's a theatric quality to his coffee-stirring, a fortune teller's flourish.

"Your soul speaks to me, O Great Wyrm.. It tells me that just like I, you mislike consequences very much."

"We can help each other in that.."

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There's a gap in my resume because for two years I was serving ruinous powers

[desalvar]

@vilestblood // horror starter ghskjs

"Now this.. is what I'm talking about." He lifts it with a flourish and a weaponized delay, gleefully conscientious of Antonín's direct line of sight just behind him. It's in the antiquarium's discount bin, ornate frame ruined with royal blue overlay and painted on a canvas just shy of being tolerably sized. Something like 16x14.5, the Thing depicts - piteously enough - a brilliant desert landscape in its middle. Brushed on with care and tasteful strokes, perspective perfectly honored and colors matching, it's unfortunately offset by the most hideous of mustard skies. There's been an attempt at steepling - something to the effect of disturbingly hair-like texture - but the value is flat the entire way through and the slab of white on the left looks nothing like a cloud. Still.. it utterly pales in comparison to the comically small figure in the off-middle, plastered on without care for distance or depth. It is staring at the viewer with its awful, almond-shaped eyes, jaunted at the hip.

Surrealism doesn't even begin to describe it.. Middle school art class might.

Nik turns to grin. "For our bedroom."

[desalvar]

Playing games is half the business of ascension, as Antonín should well know. The other, more overlooked, underappreciated, oft unavailing part is competence - by itself not a currency Nik's managed to buy himself much with in this city. The bare minimum of survival in the streets below, maybe, but commonly appraised to the effect of risk rather than benefit without some added mitigation cushioning. Intrepid little decorations; baubles called agreeability, deference, loyalty. Control. It's the difference between 'smart' and 'useful'. Between employee and threat. He's indispensible only as far as his predictability goes and people already tend to mind the circumstances of his past terminations. So he's learned to bridge the gap of his intentions, speak politely, smile tolerably, play at consideration instead of outright laughing. Call them god, even if it's terribly funny.

Grovel, in all but name

until another time should come.

But Antonín laughs. And he's hooked, line and sinker, hearing an invitation in the pretty sound. The symmetric corporate smile lopsides into a grin, all teeth, all his own. Here's the barest idea of kinship in the vague curve of mouth and sympathy about the thawed eyes, and Nikodemus - betting man and explorer in equal measures, armed with as much patience as any Judas - leaps to entertain the inkling with the elegance of a cattle prod. (And the amusement of a doubtful man. Still, how often do you hear a prince admit their own imperial system's shortcomings? This divide and conquer thing might prove far, far easier than anticipated.)

"Well now you're goading me on, aren't you? I don't blaspheme so easily.." Showing his cards and his ass in a roomful of HR's nothing short of idiocy, but Nik's got the disposition of an eel, so he's smiling with something close to insolence. Challenging - 'you first'. And well enough, fate favours the bold. The interviewers obediently demure, arranged in various poses of stiff distress around their unflinching sovereign. More than anything, that adds to his filthy innuendo's sheer indecency. And suddenly the ball, like never before, is in Nikodemus' court. (-- and he hasn't even had to paw at it.)

"Fortunately for you, I entertain neither chastity, nor piety, nor any kind of particularly god-fearing constraint."

Somewhere inbetween them, the charged wire crackles - raw, foul, obscenely exhibitionistic, overflowing with promise on several counts. Antonín Cainhurst may well be a silver platter of opportunity and Nik is staring with the intensity and open-mouthed grin of a ravenous crocodile.

"Not at all like modern science does it, oh no." Solemnly attentive and in his element, his shoulders untensing, his posture curving ungainly. He leans back into his chair, unraveling into himself. Dropping cards. "No, it paces itself tolerably enough to be commendable, science - ..as all pinnacles of life must do. Always understandable in the sacrifices it makes. Now, me.. I.. come from humbler, shorter towers, but even there the unexplored far outweighed the patented. Here, at the source of all local developments? Well, I only have my imaginatination to supplement my ignorance, don't I. Guesstimating though, neurosynthetic transplants, biosensor weaponry, molecular engineering and mutagenesis already in vitro, yes, why not in vivo? - scientifically provable to be a hop skip and a jump. Morally, on the other hand.. well. There's a bit of a ratio, isn't there, between benefit and harm, that's always been the measure of innovation. Disproportionatelly at times, to make sure that there is benefit, that there is innovation. So no matter that all the tools are there, right beneath the fingertips, I've found the god-fearing hand will still.. occasionally tremble. Worried.. - understandably - that it might go too far, beyond its due. Or perhaps just far enough. but in the wrong direction. in the wrong way." His lips part in a smile that struggles not to lopside. "Commendably morally conscientious of a sphere inherently unencumbered by subjectivity."

A hand gestures. Emphasizing just how still he's been. Eyes low, voice an octave down. Curtains.

"I'm afraid I can't always laud such restraint or concern... And so for any tools I may provide.. I require a firm, sure, unyielding grip, and zero hesitation. The kneeling.." At last, a grin. "..can be arranged."

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 . MAN PLAYING GOD . GOD PLAYING ME .

    none can compete ( FUTURISTIC VERSE )

Ascension hurts. It's supposed to, the very same way it's supposed to be ruthless, trampling and callous. There are no stairs up from the bottom rung of the brave new futuristic empire he's born in, so one must fashion enough poor unfortunate backs into some unforgiving equivalent. Nikodemus Desalvar has been climbing since he was young.

He is head bioengineer and neuroscientist at an esteemed corporation. There's little life history of note preceeding this achievement, so he keeps all mentions of it scarse. As far as anybody without top access knows, he's simply an intelligent man with a humble background and a sick daughter. For a decade going forward, neither of those facts change, the latter to the irony of the former. Avita's degenerative disease progresses and so does Nikodemus' increasingly desperate reconnaissance into the benefits of bionanotech on the human organism.

Until internal investigation into patient safety risk uncovers seven confirmed cases of unauthorized foreign-origin nanites left in unsuspecting customers and raises suspicion of dozens more. All linked to his name and an experimental neurotech program long ago vetoed in its preliminary testing stages. By then, Nikodemus has long fled. Caught wind of the checkup early, he unearths his entire life and runs far, his daughter, all her medical equipment and a hoard of illegally obtained technological patents in tow.

He lays low as more of his transgressions come to light.

CHARACTERIZATION NOTES.

This verse is pretty much resultant from @vilestblood 's futuristic verse and, by virtue, vaguely inspired by Cyberpunk 2077. Aka Nik's born at the lower levels of an oligarchic, corpo-controlled world and navigates it pretty adeptly.

Sports a spotty yet high education, courtesy of a significant court payout in his youth, and a workforce infamy of genius and job-hopping, underpinned by the funding of employers who trust his promises only slightly less than his intelligence (and far far more than they should).

Suspected but never charged for more than singular instances of bosses and colleagues turning up dead, missing or strangely, fearfully distant.

Has what can be considered a non-negligible immuno-deficiency in his respective world, where transplantation and technological enhancements are commonly found - a higher percentage risk of transplant rejection than many of his age group peers. Still finds a way around it by suffering only a biotech eye replacement - one of the few organs neglected by killer T cells. (Later on that changes and things start.. falling apart.)

Irresponsibly fathers a child in his mid twenties, per usual, and she immediatelly begins suffering the consequences of her parentage in the form of a severe allergy to foreign donorship and, as follows, complete incompatibility with modern technological advancements.

Works lowkey, pitifully lowbrow or half-illegal, with a shit street reputation and some debt behind his back, before he gets off the ground and lands actual research opportunities, scholarly contribution and impactful work. Fair and square (debatable) earns himself a corpo job before long and, suffice to say, milks it for all it's worth.

There, some years later, his supposed magnum opus is shut down and wrapped up after a(n, in his opinion, anticipated) patient incident and he's left to pick up the pieces. The project: neuro targeted brain-mapping and restorative nanotech. Colloquially, Resurrection. He injects the remaining samples into himself in secret and keeps further experimentation on other subjects under the table. Turns out, it's a fucking success if you give the little nanites enough time to rearrange the furniture up there.

Ends up busted before long, runs far and lays low under the protection of old connections, a moniker and a mask. Underground meditech work comes to him easy enough, but unfortunately so does trouble.

Playable from his 20s onwards: First as a newbie playing the workforce roulette adeptly navigating small-time companies in the bioengineering fields (and small-time criminal), second as a promising and innovative part of a corpo scientist team, then a big-time criminal and notable traitor hiding in the underground - or, more recognizably, Doc Valder the Necromancer of notable petty mobster life-saving repute. There's a fork after that: he either remains below ground and the steady progress of his work (and influence) rewards him with clean-sweep shadow control of several companies, mob groups and alliances and more room to grow - OR per the other plot, he's plucked up by the very man he betrayed and made co-herald of an oligarchic 'utopia' ushered in through full military power.

HEADCANONS.

where i'll link all metas n studies i do of this bastard in this verse ♡

[desalvar]

been a bit of a dead radio silence since i'm adjusting to a banging new job, but rest assured i have Thoughts, Brainrot and A List of things i wanna do around here, so easy does it. thanks for all the patience though, i adore you all :') i'll be cleaning up and starting fresh for one, in terms of drafts.. got a few time-sensitive asks and threads i'm late as hell to (like birthday or valentine's) that i'll unfortunately be deleting and then i'll bang out whatever's left or queue it. going easy on myself these days though, and I hope you are too 💜 kisses from this side of the world