#concavex

[malamilkbeats]

Concavex and Circubit were busy gossiping on the phone about a certain someone, and Concavex accidentally telepathically picks up Circubit's crush (Iris) :X

I know in the Sugary Spire OST, they don't say "I love him," but I wanted an excuse to use that addicting soundtrack and laugh. That laugh is so him omg..

This is so dumb/silly

[malamilkbeats]

Although confused at first, Concavex was thankful for receiving an affectionate headpat by a strange, disembodied hand from the sky.

[malamilkbeats]

Ink Meister

Such a swell guy. You can trust him with your tax information.

His name "Cirque Lire" emphasizes his connection to reading, information, and perhaps... manipulation of knowledge (which ties into his ink abilities and courtly intrigue). "Lire" (meaning "to read" in French) fits well with his cunning nature—someone who "reads" people, situations, and texts to his advantage.

Cirque Lire

Orientation: Aromantic

Gender: Male

Age: 27 (once appointed) 45 (currently)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral to Lawful Evil

Cirque Lire's ink abilities and how he uses them:

His ability to manipulate ink could extend far beyond just composing music; he could use it as a weapon in more subtle ways, especially in a court filled with intrigue and deception.

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Cirque Lire's fingertips sway as liquid shadows dance to the silent melody of his mind. With a twist of his hand, the ink dispersed into familiar calligraphy on the parchment before him. A royal decree—one that had never been written by the King's own hand, yet bore his perfect signature and seal.

Another masterpiece of forgery.

Another stride forward.

To the court, Cirque Lire was a master composer, a patron of the arts, a nobleshape whose ink created symphonies that moved the soul. His charisma was like a spell of its own; his honeyed words wove through courtly banter to ensure that his name was spoken with admiration and trust. But beneath the polish lurked a careful orchestrator of downfall—a man who knew that true power was not just taken with brute force but cultivated through deception, reputation, and carefully placed words.

His ink was his greatest weapon. One touch and he could rewrite the records or history, craft messages that shattered alliances. It's proven one letter would unmake a man – though, of course, no one could ever substantiate such charges. His talent for manipulation was subtle, a ripple in still water that never came back to him as the source. It never dirtied his own hands; it was the rumors, as well as the court that tore itself apart over trumped-up scandals while he stood above it all.

Lire did not merely ruin reputations—he got something out of it. A disgraced noble meant lands and titles went up for sale, assets were sanctioned, and his debts were called in. With his influence, he ensured that those desperate enough would turn to him for aid, signing away their wealth in return for salvation he never truly intended to give. A true robber barron in the making. He would orchestrate financial ruin, the buy out their holdings for a fraction of their worth to supply his own allies, growing his fortune while his targets dwindled to nothing. Shapes who owed him were never **truly** free, bound by invisible chains of obligation and debt that he tightened at his leisure.

He was politically keen enough to know the importance of positioning; he whispered advice into the ears of the right shapes, offering solutions to problems he himself had quietly created. His influence spread like ink upon a page, whereby ministers and lords alike depended upon his counsel. He did not need to raise a blade; he merely needed the right words, the right moment, and the right target. And when lords and ministries were under turmoil, Cirque Lire stood untouched, ever the benefactor of chaos.

Concavex, his daughter, was both his greatest asset and his biggest obstacle. She had been the simple key to his ascension, her telepathic abilities a tool he wielded with precision. The court was in strange fear, fearing what she would reveal. But Cirque Lire? He had molded her into something greater, something useful. She was his unseen eyes and ears, whether she wanted to be or not.

“Read them now,” Cirque would murmur while they sat among the masked smiles of the nobles. And Concavex would begrudgingly follow his command, her mind brushing against the thoughts of unsuspecting men and women too foolish to guard themselves. Through the insights, Cirque would know who was weak, who had doubt, who could be influenced given the proper incentive or broken with the right rumor.

[malamilkbeats]

I haven't written in a long time, but the Pink Corruption made me want to write a short bit about an OC and something silly about Pentellow, Iris and the group. I'm posting it on AOx3. I'm not saying a damn thing./lh

This is my OC, Concavex, btw. She/they, 21 y/o. Bi as heck. A nervous wreck, but they're sweet. She's not a shape who fights, though. Their specialties are telepathy and levitating over a short amount of time. They play the violin and dance.

Just a musician, touring for her performances. They are an orange dork and fails horribly trying to hide it.

Poor Cube has no idea what the hell those three are on about. What's the big deal about liking Twilight Sparkle?

[malamilkbeats]

Concavex's dad, Cirque Lire, Composer and Inkshifter.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral to Evil

His rise to nobility was far from traditional—he owes his position to the abilities of his daughter. His appointment was part of a strategy to use Concavex as a noblesse de robe, entering the service nobility.

**MORE ABOUT CIRQUE LIRE:**

[Father-Daughter Dynamic]

Cirque’s expectations have shaped Concavex’s entire life. From a young age of 3, she was forced to attend long hours of practice, not just in music and courtly manners, but also in mental discipline. Her father would constantly push her to be the best, berate her when she made mistakes, and praises came rarely. There was no room for failure in his eyes.

(Concavex Circlette art drawn by @raisa-drawz )

Cirque’s resentment toward Concavex is rooted in the fact that she is the one who enabled his rise. His ambition, though vast, is also deeply tied to his insecurity about his own abilities, although unquie on their own. He might have been a gifted composer and inkshifter, but it was Concavex’s telepathy that earned him his noble title. Though he would never admit it to her, Cirque often feels as though he owes his success to her, and that bitterness fuels his controlling behavior.

The relationship between father and daughter is one of duty rather than love. While Cirque may claim that his strictness is for her own good, Concavex sees through his guise. Prehaps, he was afraid of his own daughter. The deeper she grows into her telepathic abilities, the more she begins to understand her father’s inner turmoil, but she doesn’t know how to confront him without even more pressure. She loves him in her own way, but she cannot help feeling that her identity is being subsumed by his vision of what she should be and his fears.

[malamilkbeats]

Hi so um I really like Concavex so I doodled Zone hanging out with her and her accidentally eavesdropping on his thoughts lol

She is so baby I absolutely adore her /vpos /gen

EEEHAHSHBD

Connie would absolutely deny everything. Totally didn't hear Zone's thoughts. Their lips are completely sealed. Besides the occasional hushed, "Ooo, here comes your booything," to Zone every time Circubit happens to be around, earning her a skippity pap on the head. Typical pest behavior./silly

AAAA I love these two goobers!!!

[malamilkbeats]

Animation Meme WIP

I wonder who they're talking to

[malamilkbeats]

your oc is so cute so umm have a little fanart for me<3

"AAAAAAAAA SJSJDHDJDHJDJS IT'S SO PRETTY!" /pos

A/N: Look at that small, knowing Mona Lisa smile they always do eeeeee!! It's perfect *snatches art off table, runs into a nearby vault, and never leaves*

"Coucou, mon coeur...I'm gonna take this!" Concavex takes the fanart and gently places it in her coat to put it on their wall for later.