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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 02:33 (1 Year ago)
𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒
𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐮𝐦
just a place for all my quiet rambling and writing pieces. they are either free-form or based on a prompt i happened to come across. also if you enjoy(ed) my writings, please take the time to check out this literary compendium here written by Hunterz~Wolf. they're kinda my inspiration for this.
feel free to read, but please do not post.
thank you!
[ directory/prompts: ]
bouquet || dezerae and estella || relationship study || 359 wc
circinus || profile
schadenfraude || dezerae li and pantalone regrator || relationship study || wip
candle hunterz~wolf inspiration & layout
Posted: Wed, 26/10/2022 14:35 (1 Year ago)
xxx8. Mythology/Gods
xxxxxxxa. God and mortal?
xxx9. Divergent Trilogy
xxx10. Maleficent Diology
xxxxxxxa. Dark fae and human?
xxx11. Detroit: Becoming Human
xxxxxxxa. Android and Human
xxx12. Genshin Impact
xxx13. Food Fantasy
xxxxxxxa. Red Wine x Steak
xxxxxxxb. Vodka x Boston Lobster
xxx6. Post apocalyptic
xxxxxxxa. Mxf romance
xxxxxxxb. Future / Past
xxxxxxxc. Alien Invasion
xxxxxxxd. Zombie Apocalypse
xxx7. Hunger Games Trilogy
xxxxxxxa. Victor/victor
xxxxxxxb. The reaping/first games together
xxxxxxxa. God and mortal?
xxx9. Divergent Trilogy
xxx10. Maleficent Diology
xxxxxxxa. Dark fae and human?
xxx11. Detroit: Becoming Human
xxxxxxxa. Android and Human
xxx12. Genshin Impact
xxx13. Food Fantasy
xxxxxxxa. Red Wine x Steak
xxxxxxxb. Vodka x Boston Lobster
xxx6. Post apocalyptic
xxxxxxxa. Mxf romance
xxxxxxxb. Future / Past
xxxxxxxc. Alien Invasion
xxxxxxxd. Zombie Apocalypse
xxx7. Hunger Games Trilogy
xxxxxxxa. Victor/victor
xxxxxxxb. The reaping/first games together
xxx0. Fandom
xxxxxxxa. Sub-interest
xxx1. Star Wars
xxxxxxxa. Clone Wars
xxxxxxxb. Galactic Civil War
xxxxxxxc. Sequels
xxxxxxxd. Star Wars Rebels
xxxxxxxe. Sith/Jedi survival situation
xxxxxxxf. Dark/Light side seduction/redemption
xxxxxxxg. Jedi/Padawan
xxxxxxxh. new! high school au
xxx2. Pokémon
xxxxxxxa. Journey
xxxxxxxb. Crossover with Star Wars Rebels
xxxxxxxc. Champion and trainer
xxxxxxxd. PP/PM for details
xxx3. His Dark Materials / Golden Compass
xxxxxxxa. Daemons
xxxxxxxb. Mxf romance
xxx4. Canine / Warrior cats / Were-creatures
xxx5. Ancient cultures [ PP/PM to discuss ]
xxxxxxxa. Sub-interest
xxx1. Star Wars
xxxxxxxa. Clone Wars
xxxxxxxb. Galactic Civil War
xxxxxxxc. Sequels
xxxxxxxd. Star Wars Rebels
xxxxxxxe. Sith/Jedi survival situation
xxxxxxxf. Dark/Light side seduction/redemption
xxxxxxxg. Jedi/Padawan
xxxxxxxh. new! high school au
xxx2. Pokémon
xxxxxxxa. Journey
xxxxxxxb. Crossover with Star Wars Rebels
xxxxxxxc. Champion and trainer
xxxxxxxd. PP/PM for details
xxx3. His Dark Materials / Golden Compass
xxxxxxxa. Daemons
xxxxxxxb. Mxf romance
xxx4. Canine / Warrior cats / Were-creatures
xxx5. Ancient cultures [ PP/PM to discuss ]
Posted: Mon, 12/12/2022 14:13 (1 Year ago)
[ Illusion Studios ]
𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔱
status : complete
genre : drabble, character study, relationship analysis
summary : circinus takes note of estella's diminishing mood and takes it into her own hands,
reflecting on her darling in the process
word count : 359
tw : implied yandere, unhealthy/obsessive relationships
Before exiting the office at the behest of Estella's poignant glare, Circinus took the time to straighten out the variegated and wilting flowers she kept on her desk. A delicate fragrance clung to the silky petals; these flowers must be new for the scent to have retained its vigor. Even now, however, the stems showed a visible droop dumping the unfortunate blooms onto the side of the pot. With no roots to set down into soil and nutrients, Estella's temporal blooms faded by the day. The blooms closest to wilting were deftly plucked. Her darling wouldn't miss them; she was just as likely to replace them with fresh ones soon.
Even those newly plucked cannot match her radiance.
On the way out of Estella's office, Dezerae delicately fingered the purloined blossoms but otherwise paid them little heed. The blossoms created by her darling's spirit could not compare to a patch of wildflowers in the wild. All plants should stretch towards the natural sun with their eager display of colors. Stifled by the offensive pressure of her work and responsibilties, Estella's office became modest gardens of wilted flowers and diminuitive ferns. A sorry sight that evoked pity rather than awe, reallly.
The limp flowers tumbled from her grasp into a bin in her office before she went on her way. Without even turning a heel, Circinus made a a mental note to re-visit the florist later on. Fontaine's fragile flora would never hold up with the ruthless chill of her Majesty's homeland. In a hostile environment the daintiest blossoms inevitably succumbed to feelings of resentment and discomfort. The weakest withered, but she didn't need a bundle of flowers to appease her darling's wishes; just a bouquet curated by her hand.
These flowers served no purpose should they fail to transform Estella's melancholy into radiant joy, a sight now more common after they had moved into Snezhnaya for good. Only Circinus's duties as a Harbinger kept the tender blossom from the sun who nurtured her.
Even if she had to sever every single flower from its roots, Circinus wouldn't even blink. The fairest of them all was already in her grasp
Posted: Mon, 12/12/2022 14:24 (1 Year ago)
[ Theme : dramaturgy - eve ]
—
the songbird of many faces
✧ Preluding Quote:
"Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning."
- Mikhail Lermontov
A socialite with clear wants and desires, her hearty temperament masks a cunning vixen, one who hesitates at very little in her conduct and passions. She boldly takes hold of fortune and chance offered by immediate circumstance with a jealous and unyielding grip, comprising mostly of the favor of Snezhnaya’s elite or her fellow Harbingers. Circinus frequently keeps ample tabs on Teyvat’s social circles and adjusts her day-to-day interactions around them accordingly.
✧ Etymology:
Dezerae's real name remains mostly hidden from the public, with only Regrator aware of the last ties to her past before the Fatui. Her name is a mix between french (Dezerae: variations including Désirée, Desiree or Desirée — derived from desiderata, meaning desired) and Li (黎) which translates to "black" or "dark." her name alludes to both her fontanian and liyuen mixed ancestry as well as her two-faced nature which she keeps so carefully hidden. Her Harbinger name - Circinus - refers to the latin compass constellation. The constellation was first discovered by French astronomer Nicolas-Louis de Lacaille.
— In the commedia del'arte, Dezerae's overall characterization most commonly refers to the soubrette or servetta. Doubtfully moral as a rule, the simplicity of the soubrette coincides with her availability, easiness and love of life and of intrigue to play behind somebody's back. A woman with the freedom of betraying, of playing games of free morals, but still a servant, nonetheless.
✧ Appearance:
Despite her prominent rank as a Fatui Harbinger and as a diplomat and negotiator under the auspices of Pantalone Regrator, Dezerae is surprisingly modest in appearance. Presenting herself as clean and unblemished, the majority of attention drawn to her features has people noticing the lively glimmer in her golden eyes, her easy and lopsided smile, and russet wavy hair left flowing past her shoulders that frame a fox-like face. Slim in build, she does not dress in expensive or lavish fabrics, and instead indulges in flowing attire that serves more of a functional role than extravagent laces or sequins. Dark boots make a muted thud with each footstep, a firm sound that carries conviction in every step. Dezerae comes in at 5'9 in terms of height, and her face has been obscured by a nogitsune mask.
✧ Personality
Inherently sociable, Dezerae has learned to turn her winsome disposition into a mask. Youngest of three, she's had to compete for every ounce of attention given. Her skills with conversation and social etiquette have only increased with age, a silver tongue melting walls and warming the senses. She enjoys the art of threading through silken words and polite niceties to reveal intentions and motivations and is patient enough to wait for the right opportunity to strike before pitching in.
Well-versed in the dance of smoke and mirrors, Dezerae is guarded. She keeps her own counsel when it comes to private affairs. For someone as suave as her, airy deflections and harmless lies come easily, a beatific smile or a harmless shrug inserted in conversations when the topics swing too close to home. In the practice of retaining her facade, her artful demeanor helps her remain somewhat detached from her actions — monitoring a situation objectively and neutrally for the best outcome. Unfortunately, over the years, Dezerae has become so well-versed in deception that she cannot even be honest with herself. Her artifice and silver tongue are not infallible and when she senses that others are prying too close to the truth, she'll shut down or abruptly redirect the conversation.
She believes that to approach a situation rashly and without deliberation is to set yourself up for failure. Everything is a practiced act, from her outfit to the down-to-earth manner in which Dezerae conducts her analyses, inferences, and deductions. Saccharine smiles are all but absent from Dezerae's vocabulary when she gets into the heart of the matter, relying instead on insight and intuition. Politicians and colleagues alike occasionally consider her honesty snide and disrespectful, but she does not dwell on such matters. Whatever she has decided on, she'll carry out to the end and her determination waits on no one. Similarly, Dezerae is rather grounded in her faith and refuses to trust in the divine in a superstitious manner. She believes not in the divine blessing of a bloodline, but rather in the glory and riches crafted from her own hands. Disillusioned from a youth where the affection she was granted was mostly withheld, she trusts in a world where she crafts her own fate. This discontented manner of thinking drives her mind to consciously seek out that which she desires without waiting for others to beckon her.
Dezerae is decidedly her own judge and jury, and will never take the assumptions and beliefs of others for granted unless it benefits her. A listener rather than a talker in conversation, she spends most of her time listening and digesting the words of others before pitching in with insights of her own, seeking to cut incisively and deeply with each word she speaks. And when the tides of favor swing against her, Dezerae prefers to withdraw rather than bluster on with vainglorious heroics; a calculating mind already brewing with cunning comebacks and icy jabs.
✧ 10th Fatui Harbinger — Circinus:
Devoid of killer instinct, divine blessing, or combat prowess, Circinus relies on her mind and her spellbinding tongue. Instead of relying on intimidation or coercion, she is remarkably unassuming on the surface to bely the circuitry of her mind. What Dezerae brings to the table is her skill for negotiation and deception. Due to her disarming demeanor and youthful features, Circinus threads her influence through even the tightest of doors and the coldest of hearts. Her charisma and compassion are weapons that leave an insidious backdoor for information to come pouring out in a cascade into the hands that have been pulling her strings in the background since the beginning. By the time she leaves, the wise scorn and curse her name until the next time she loops them into her web; the fragile and weak come right back begging for her gentle hand and innocent laugh.
✧ specialties: political influence, diplomacy and negotiations, persuasion, and espionage
✧ About Circinus: Relationships
In perceiving courtship and marital rights nothing more than contracts to be forged and duties to be fulfilled, true love became nothing more than indulgent fairytales for idealists. In comparison to the stars that weave prophetic constellations and abstract visions, one's innate desires are rendered inconsequential. Compare yourself to the ideologies of a dynasty in the pursuit of glory. Disheartening as the thought of your partner being dictated by fate rather than heartfelt love, do not confuse destiny as an inevitability, but rather a concept. No future is set in stone until one reaches forward to carve their name into the fabric of the island with defiance and ardor.
Only then will the whims of fate be shackled by your hands...and yours to manipulate as you see fit.
✧ Artifact Set - Heliacal Obscurity
Artifact SetHeliacal - of or pertaining to the sun;
Artifact SetObscurity - Concealed from understanding; the state of being enigmatic or mysterious
Flower of Life: Gelid Astrolomeria
indentGelid - bitingly or frigidly cold;
indentAstrolomeria: symbolizing friendship, love and devotion
Plume of Death: Blessing of Persephone
indentPersephone - goddess queen of the underworld
Sands of Eon: Golden Hour
indentGolden Hour - The last hour of daylight before the sun sets
Goblet of Eonothem: Pernicious Revelry
indentPernicious - Causing or leading to fatal injury or harm;
indentRevelry: relating to festivities of a wild or uproarious nature
Circlet of Logos: Faustian Masquerade
indentFaustian (bargain) - Made or done for present gain without regard for future consequences;
indentMasquerade: an action or appearance that is only a disguise or outward show
! information varies depending on roleplay !
✧ About: Introduction:
A prominent figure of the entertainment industry, Dezerae's debut in Illusion Studios is the last in the list of many prominent venues requesting the Songird's presence. The vixen stalks breezily between the humorless ledgers and adoring crowds, the opulent company of the Regrator and candle-lit evenings spent in the audience of sycophantic fans and political businessmen. Every interaction is both an opportunity and a show, and how Dezerae loves to perform. Her voice once comparable to silver bells and innocent birds, Dezerae's long career has since led her down a path of tarnished virtues, insidious secrets, and cynical ideals, all concealed from the public.
Still, old habits die hard and there are always favors to keep. Embittered by her failing beauty, Dezerae took the Regrator on one final offer; overseeing the progress of Illusion Studios as a way of protecting her mentor's cherished investment. As she plunges headlong into the company's Director, she's forced to confront the full weight of her sins, as well as an unbridled desire kindling for those she once held dear.
✧ Sin: Guile / Deceit
A songbird on the stage is a performer first and foremost, and Dezerae lives for the spotlight. Literally. In her trip to stardom, she's learned to keep what happens behind the stage under covers. Seeking to capture the audience at every turn, she creates a new image, a new perception of herself like a new coat. Under the spotlight, the songbird has a taste of perfection — that forbidden fruit that comes with being loved and desired. It's an addiction to love itself, the more she devours, the more she wants and gets. Easier to smile and laugh than to confess to the loneliness and anguish behind closed doors. Nobody wants a songbird with a song of woe or bitterness, and Dezerae learned the only way to lie was to believe it. Within years, she mastered her performances and her words are as disingenuous as her saccharine songs. And few know her, not truly, as she waltzes in an empty ballroom.
✧ Duties:
A managerial agent of Illusion Studios eight models, Dezerae works closely with both the top echelon of Illusion Studios' employed and the models themselves to punch out a schedule, one week at a time. Though she's fond of public appearances and social gatherings, Dezerae keeps a low profile in public and avoids garnering attention and press. Much of her tasks involve basic supervision, timekeeping, and the occasional shoulder to cry on. If anyone asks why the Songbird is suddenly so prone to introversion, she merely shrugs and replies that the models are adults and should be responsible for their own devices. Those who are able to read through the lines will find her hidden in the shadows whenever possible, glad to catch a brief break from the invasive pressure of cameras, reporters, and over-enthusiastic fans.
✧ About: Estella Blake
pending...
✧ About: Pantalone, The Regrator
pending...
!!!
Posted: Mon, 05/02/2024 02:33 (2 Months ago)
[ Drabble Writing ]
𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔡𝔢
music : lone digger
status : work in progress, unfinished
genre : implied angst, relationship analysis
summary : after cutting some "problematic" clientele from the northland bank, dezerae is left
to muse over the heavy weight of her business transactions, and the depths of pantalone's generosity.
word count : ###
tw : n/a
_______Dezerae spun around to see the Regrator holding his hands out for the office phone, his violet eyes inscrutable. She stares at him without a word before proceeding to set the communicator down with a hard click. The silence weighs heavy in the office as the redhead avoids eye contact, her golden eyes dimmer than in weeks. Her nails tap with curt clicks on the desk before she responds in a voice that is painfully light and unconvincing, “Of course it has. You don’t see me complaining, do you.”
_______Pantalone raises an eyebrow at her forceful tone, but does not respond immediately. “On the contrary, Dezerae, I find that actions speak louder than words” He crosses to his desk and sits down, brushing some paperwork aside and sorting the loose leaves into piles for later. Every movement has a purpose. As with most things he does, the movement is precise and thorough. Nothing gets left out; his sharp eye leaves his office feeling more like a laboratory than an official study setting.
_______‘The space reflects the person.’ Dezerae noted bitterly to herself. She took a few deep breaths, cooling her tone down considerably but a sullen aura still hangs heavy in the air. “I’m afraid I’m not as controlled in demeanor as you are, Regrator. It’s something I’m working on.”
_______As usual, her flattery gets her nothing but a raised eyebrow that indicates her darts are flying wide. “Do calm down, Dezerae. Your temper brings nothing but trouble.” He meets her eyes with an expression that is carefully neutral. “I have mentioned this before. There is no need for hostility between us as long as your performance is adequate. Which it has been so far. As for the matter of these—”
_______“Unruly clients.” She finishes wearily. “Unruly and displeased.”
_______Pantalone nods fractionally. “Unruly indeed. Do take my generosity for their business practices with a grain of salt.” He taps the phone transcript twice, stiff black ink detailing in no uncertain terms the end of Northland Banks’ clemency. Although the transcript captured every word spoken in detail, a leaf of paper did not hold the cadence or tenor of a voice, or the sympathy Dezerae had to force from her voice when she cut the spider strings many hopeful entrepreneurs hung their businesses from. The Yuheng Mercantile Guild would suffer dearly for their offenses, not including their various loans from the Northland Bank. And soon, even those debts would come due. “No other buyer or businessman would come close to their exorbitant prices, which they have made no effort to lower. In the end, a merchant is as powerful as those who seek out their services. If they do not take their sales base into consideration, then I’m afraid their goals were misplaced.”
_______to be continued...
Posted: Sun, 25/02/2024 02:58 (1 Month ago)
Illusion Studios -
estella blake x. dezerae li
what does comfort mean to you?
some fluffy drabble fics with estella and dezerae here
maybe in the beginning when dezerae discovers how cuddly estella can be in bed
flowers? dezerae enjoys gift-giving when she can, and often compares estella to the finest flower in the bouquet.
Posted: Tue, 12/03/2024 19:04 (1 Month ago)
Illusion Studios
estella blake x. dezerae li
Illusion Studios Work/Public drabbles go here.
But we love more comfort-core stuff.
Maybe Estella listening to Ray's albums in the car
Leaving post-it-note suggestions of her favorite songs
Ray brushing aside some of the tears she notices on Estella's face when they get to some of the sadder songs.
Wouldn't want to ruin that new dress would we? Not that Estella would ever admit she was crying,
and the last thing she needs is for someone to point it out to her.
Posted: Fri, 15/03/2024 22:22 (1 Month ago)
Of Sirens and Splendor
pirate!estella blake x. siren!dezerae li
au content here.
dezerae is a dolphin mer (bottlenose dolphin)
Posted: Sun, 31/03/2024 00:54 (23 Days ago)
[ Illusion Studios ]
𝔊𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡
status : wip
genre : drabble, character study, relationship analysis
summary : sequel to bouquet...dezerae weaves her posessive nature into a charming
gift for her darling, rekindling their relationship and estella's dependency.
word count : ###
tw : implied yandere, unhealthy/obsessive relationships
garland - a circular or spiral arrangement of intertwined material (such as flowers or leaves)
—
Posted: Wed, 17/04/2024 13:30 (6 Days ago)
イルカ Iruka
[ Lore (wip) ]
✧ Introduction
✧ History
✧ Appearance
✧ Personality
✧ Hobbies
✧ Etymology
[ Gameplay (wip) ]
✧ Base Attributes
