Concealer

If you want something to appear perfect on the surface, more than a few things will need to be hidden. (and there are some who make hiding an art) Independent/Fandomless OC, written by Bird

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#DISSIMULXTE

ㅤㅤa semi-private & independent roleplay blog for MARI LOVELACE; thief, conwoman, and master impersonator. original character manipulated by bird ( they/any, 25+ ). 18+ content and themes to be expected. minors ( & personals ) dni.

ㅤㅤestablished verses for fire emblem, pokémon, bnha and more.

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updated: 4-22-2024

[dissimulxte]

wow. what a thought. someone hiding valuable objects in deeply obscure places and rigging up insanely difficult puzzles, challenges, elaborate security systems, just to turn her loose to go and steal it. the ULTIMATE romantic gesture. she's got stars in her eyes, imagining it.

[cheeso]

the sport i’d add to the olympics is Stealing. there is no event or ceremony. whoever is able to locate and steal the medals technically earns them

[dcviated]

plausible offspring :: open

send a ship for a resulting child (bonus)

@mielmoto / @dissimulxte sent: actually strike that last ask and just tell me something about Violet. any headcanons/special little moments which come to mind.

Putting aside Wylan's tumultuous and conflicted eight years of suffering prior to Mari finally coming home-

Violet was smart, but keeping her focused on study and schoolwork necessitated a sort of ... reward system. Which Wylan, lover of games, was all too keen to set up. The better grades she got and time spent studying, the more points, and gifts, etc.

Except, Vi, being the bud of her mother she is, is just... that clever once properly driven. So she started questioning and debating some of the tiers and investments it came to be that there were three revisions of the reward boxes that got slapped onto the fridge.

Long story short, that was how Violet got to go to a theme park for getting straight perfect marks instead of just getting a huge toyset she had been eyeing.

Played that man. But it's fine. Because he had a great time too.

[elainiisms]

"you can't ship those characters they tried to kill each other!" sounds like someone can't appreciate the inherent eroticism of violence 🙄

[kittykatninja321]

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

[dissimulxte]

'i would like to issue a formal apology' should be built into the disclaimer of this blog.

[dcviated]

@dissimulxte replied to your post “Wylan has appeared! What to do? Punish Leave Take...”:

punish. (affectionately)

"OOoogh! A-ah... ahaha... Babe, you really know how to... use that, don't ya?" Really, when Mari was dressed like ███████ and using a ███████ what else could Wylan do but █████ like a good little █████. And then when ████ she was all but ███████ and Wylan eventually █████.

"Don't stop now!"

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❝ Stop? Well of course not, darling, ❞ she coos. sweat beading on his brow—oh, but he always looked so handsome when he █████ with ██ █████ ███ , on his knees. her grip tightened and ███ ███████, while her other hand flexed around the ███ ███████.

craning down, she'd tip his chin up just a little, and smile sweetly when their eyes met.

❝ You've only just begun to beg! I'd say we're a long way off finishing your penance, yet. ❞

[moonlightsdream]

Daily Dose of Sunshine 정신병동에도 아침이 와요 (2023) | ep.06. ep.11

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i love all my muses (and bears). if emké and wylan were in a building together and i walked in i'd be overjoyed. i'd be watching them all night. i might try to buy them a drink and enjoy their company. however: if i noticed i was in the same general vicinity as him and mari at the same time i am fucking. OUT of there.

[dissimulxte]

@dcviated sent:

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet. [i know, the idea of them hushing is sacrilege isnt it?]

Every performance has its own unique challenges to navigate. Perhaps the walking gait of the chosen role is unique, molded by an injury sustained in younger years which never quite healed right; just as a vocal cadence might be so precise, so unique, that failing to emulate it just right ruins the illusion. Today's challenge, though, is much more conventional. A simple question of grace in a small space: moving around a tight enclosure while crooning sultry tones—in precarious heels and a classic, suitably expensive cocktail dress—in such a way that it seems effortless, so her attention remains fixed on the clientelle who've shelled out obscene amounts of cash for this whole affair on rails.

Working out the logistics of having a live performance space on a luxury passenger train was certainly no mien feat, to begin with, but a necessity insofar as its designers were concerned; no matter how fancy a sound system they could afford to install, any sort of pre-recorded shlock simply wouldn't match the opulent, art-deco atmos they'd woven into every other feature.

So they carved just enough space for a three-piece jazz band to be tucked into the wall, and laid a richly colored, damascus printed carpet down the center aisle where their vocalist might prowl; weaving between narrow lounges and booths as the audience watched, entranced—close enough to touch, though they wouldn't dare, (and she wouldn't give them the satisfaction).

All in all, it's an easy gig. A thin disguise by way of little prosthetic touches, and makeup done just-so, with the brunt of the work going into the pseudonym, the background, and strategic placement to ensure that of all the entertainment options the luxury line entertained in their selection process she would be chosen for this particular voyage... all preamble for the real work to come later—when vague faces and names became details, invitations, opportunities. Getting their attention is the start, and she does that beautifully; always a creature to thrive under attention.

Each person she passes gets their halfway glance from dreamy eyes, a dulcet word or two, but only that: a taste, a sample, no more than a second spared, no pauses as she works her way down to the end of the beautifully appointed car and faces the glass façade separating this cabin from a little vestibule, and another door on the opposite side which lead into the first line of deluxe sleeping suites.

This, too, happens in only a moment: where hooded brown eyes meet the glass expecting only to admire their own reflection a moment, to privately appreciate the show in media res, but meet another pair, instead. Maybe the movement caught his attention, the little sliver of song growing just that much closer despite the buffering walls between, or some combination of the two—or, perhaps, there really is some unseen string which tethers the two, and the fates gave it a little tug.

A hand scrawled note in neat script she'd left, somewhere he'd find it: 'Out of town on business for a few weeks. Try not to miss me too much.' A message from an unknown number: [sms] i was about to say the same thing. tell me all about it when we're both back in town—over bibimbap? my treat ;)

...she'd wonder, later, if he'd have recognized her even if she had been better concealed—if he'd know her, by then, from nothing more than the way she looked at him. At the time, though, she only savors that second's time, and does everything she can not to let the smile which tugs at her lips cause folly in her song when he raises a conspiratorial finger to his own lips, grinning behind the gesture.

What a laugh, that either of them would be shushing the other, considering... well, needless to say: the humor couldn't have been lost on him. More like that was the whole point—because in what world would she say anything? Make any sort of sound or allusion to how surprised she was? This wasn't amateur hour at the laugh-in.

Sure: an undeniable thrill moves up through her spine and sends a shiver down to her fingertips a the sight of him; her head rushes, abuzz with the new information, the new factor in the game being played—but that reaction is for her, and her alone; not a beat missed, no visible shift. She's too good for that, and he knows it.

...If she'd had a moment more maybe she could have lifted a hand and pretended to lock those lightly rouged lips he knew all too well, but alas, they remain shaped around the note she was sounding—all she can spare as her shoulder turns is a cheeky little wink, then it's back to face the audience.

The show must go on... and the script just got so much more exciting.

[dissimulxte]

loooooooooooooooong nudge into a whole body flop, arms outstretched. congratulations. you have been selected as the catnap destination for the evening.

@reigningsniper

[dissimulxte]

someday i will commission the proper piece(s) of artwork to do the dual promo with wylan and mari accompanied by lyrics from Genius. as they deserve.

[dissimulxte]

this is an itty-bitty, super-quick self promo for DISSIMULXTE. a semi-private & independent roleplay blog for MARI LOVELACE; thief, conwoman, and master impersonator. Inspired by the time honored archetypes of phantom thieves and film-noir femme fatales.

original character manipulated by bird ( they/any, 25+ ). 18+ content and themes to be expected. minors ( & personals ) dni.

established verses for fire emblem, pokémon, bnha and more on the way ( genshin? arknights? hsr? let me cook ).

ABOUT.ㅤㅤRULES.ㅤㅤVERSES.

[b1gtimerush]

actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

[mcflymemes]

PAST LIVES (2023) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

who do you think they are to each other?

i guess that doesn't make sense.

why are you crying?

what did you decide?

i will probably marry him.

you want to go on a date with him?

if you leave something behind, you gain something, too.

you're really leaving? you're never coming back?

there was so much in it that i responded to, but the one phrase that sticks with me the most is the line "the long journey is rotting."

who else should we look up?

think of it as a blessing that you broke up, and consider this a new beginning.

of course you miss her, you moron.

do you have a secret girlfriend or something?

who's messaging you at 3AM?

thank you for this meal.

did you drink a lot last night?

why are you in such a good mood?

i recognize you.

how are we meeting again like this?

i didn't even know that you remembered me!

i just looked for you as a joke, then i saw that you'd been looking for me.

i tried really hard to find you.

do you still cry a lot?

you would always stay with me whenever i was crying.

you can't cry in new york city.

i'm a really fun person to talk to.

what time is it there?

it doesn't make a lot of sense, but... can i even say something like this? i missed you.

i only speak korean with you and my mom.

you're the same as the 12 year old kid in my memory.

have you seen eternal sunshine of the spotless mind?

will you come to new york sometime?

will you come to seoul sometime?

i want us to stop talking to each other for a while.

i want to accomplish something here.

what are you sorry about? were we dating or something?

tonight, we drink 'til we die.

you got the worst room.

maybe you and i were somebody to each other in another lifetime.

do you believe that? that you and i knew each other in another life?

it's going to rain the whole time you're there.

i missed you. i was disappointed.

we're not together right now.

do you not want to get married?

i'm too ordinary.

my job is ordinary, my income is ordinary. it's all ordinary.

is it hard to get married if you don't make a ton of money?

want me to take a photo of you?

you look good.

why do you fight?

it's like planting two trees in one pot. our roots are finding their place.

you're worrying about me?

getting married is hard for idealistic people like you.

why did you look for me?

i just wanted to see you one more time.

i think i was a little pissed off because you just left.

you're right. there's nothing to be sorry about.

i don't have a right to be mad.

i'm not gonna miss my rehearsals for some dude.

we're not meant for each other.

we slept together because we both happened to be single.

you make it sound so romantic.

that's not how life works.

this is my life. and i'm living it with you.

this is where i ended up. this is where i'm supposed to be.

it's just that you make my life so much bigger, and i'm wondering if i do the same thing for you.

you're forgetting the part where i love you.

you never sleep talk in english. you only dream in korean.

i didn't know that. you never told me.

most of the time i think it's cute, but sometimes... i don't know. i get scared.

you dream in a language that i can't understand. there's this whole place inside of you where i can't go.

you really are exactly the same as i remember you.

when we stopped talking... i really missed you. did you miss me?

i don't know, seeing you again and being here makes me have a lot of weird thoughts.

what if you had never left? if you hadn't left like that, and we just grew up together, would i have still looked for you?

would we have dated? broken up? gotten married? would we have kids together?

you had to leave because you're you.

i think there was something in our past lives.

i never thought i'd be part of something like this.

i'm really glad you came here. it was the right thing to do.

[dissimulxte]

[nudges her face against yours like a cat]