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falling into step next to the girl, céline cannot help but let out a laugh. “ desi, if it were up to you, our next outing would probably be something over the top and glamorous. sometimes, we need to take a break from that. ” and by we, she means herself. yes, it was fun being able to attend lavish events and have her needs and wants at her fingertips . . . but that lifestyle becomes boring after a while. céline needed outings such as this to keep her grounded and to remind herself that she was still just a girl. the responsibilities of being a princess, student, and daughter weren’t weighing so heavily on her shoulders now when she didn’t have to think about them. it was refreshing and relaxing. it also gave the girl an excuse to have more personal time with her best friend.
despite the two having opposing personalities, they were very similar. céline likes to think of desirae as the sister she never had. the two have shared many memories together and she is certain that they’ll create even more as they continue this friendship. does she approve of the way des handles situations sometimes? no, but the princess herself was no saint. so, most of the time, she kept those constructive criticism comments to herself. desirae is well aware of céline’s less graceful tendencies, being the one to instigate said tendencies since they were little girls. not that céline blames desirae for her unhinged moments, but her best friend was definitely an influence.
the soft sounds of bids chirping is like music to her ears, and she lets herself enjoy this blissful moment. “ how are things going in des’s world? we have much to catch up on! anything exciting happening? ”
desirae shrugs her shoulders as if she can’t fathom the words, probably because she can’t. her lifestyle left her very little to desire, which in turn, left her very little to appreciate. heiresses weren’t humble, they were sought after. and princesses who were only a few steps away from being queen were even farther up on the pedestal, even if the brunette hated to admit anyone was above her, best friend or not, the words still tainted the tongue. who needs a break from their legacy ? ❝ as it should be. if we were supposed to be living an average life, we wouldn’t be here. ❞ she pauses to correct herself, getting into an entirely different topic. ❝ well, some of us anyways, ❞ adds a chuckle in for the flair for the dramatic.
it’s painfully clear who she’s alluding to, but she leaves it up in the air for celine to catch anyways. even glances at her from her peripheral just to get a genuine reaction, despite knowing that the blonde’s heart is at the least three sizes larger than hers. and yet, she continues, testing to see if she’s lost sight of the bigger picture, wants to know if any pretty faces have wormed their way into her affections. ❝ but i suppose griswold had to throw at least one in the bunch to keep from looking biased. ❞ even in an atmosphere as beautiful as this, desirae hart can’t force herself to be any less harsh.
she’s grateful for the question at hand, uses it to cushion the blow, bring the conversation back to a light and airy ambience. one she knows céline will appreciate. a false security. plus, it’s common knowledge that she’s not above acknowledging that she’s one of her favorite topics to discuss. especially with someone she didn’t have to dissect every bit of information for. despite all of the extra personality you had to put up with, there were definite pros to being the brunette’s genuine friend, especially when it came to having the luxury of calling her ‘best’. it was nice to let her hair down just a little, even if some strands had a habit of curling up at the ends on their own.
❝ nothing exceptionally new actually, just been getting more and more involved with our new lives. trying to acquaint myself with the new scenery, the people, learn everything now so that i don’t have to worry about it later on when griswold starts really piling the work on. ❞ her answers are usually a mix of run on sentences, words piling up so quickly that she scrambles to choose which news she wants to provide first. but aside her ‘scheming’ behind the scenes, there hadn’t really been anything she’d majorly been taking part in, besides whatever was going in with her and isabel, but she wasn’t keen on letting that become public knowledge if she could help it. ❝ oh, and the weekly calls from grams asking if i found the perfect guy yet and offering my number on a silver platter to anyone she deems worthy, but what else is knew. ❞ mocha hues roll at the mention, focus directs on the scenery before them, not wanting to show any indifference about her family values.
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They won’t tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.
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the feminine urge to resemble your father’s worst traits
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hello, hello, hello ! i’m rolling in fashionably late in true desirae style ! i am carra, 24 years old, goes by she / her, from the cst, and super stoked to be here ! i haven’t been in a group in so long, like literal years, but i seen kat [ fully just disclosing that i follow on main lmao ] post the teaser graphic and i was literal heart eyes. i almost didn’t submit my app bc i was scared that i wasn’t making the cut, but i pushed through and i’m so glad that i did and that we’re all going to be writing with each other ! my app is super long and i’m in the works of tidying things up and adding more depth bc i’m a perfectionist, but i’ll link my favorite little bits under the cut.
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OLIVIA BAKER in All American 4.03 All I Need
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𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : on the campus grounds ( @deshirea )
the truth of the matter was simple — vera wasn’t a 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. she’d spent most of her days feeling lonely and being alone, and when in company with others vera was either awkward or quiet and often overlooked. when gifted the opportunity to make a friend, vera found people lost interest in being patient with her navigating new relationships fairly quickly. and when things got hard for vera she closed up — it was the way the world turned. grass was green, the sky was blue, and vera never wanted to be a 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏. she was strong enough to deal with things alone. she had to be.
so during king kaiser’s untimely death and vera’s entire universe shifting, to the people closest to her, vera essentially dropped off the face of the earth. during those few months she rarely had alone time for her brothers, every conversation with her uncle was purely professional — hell, she hadn’t even responded to nicolás and his texts and calls, despite her 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 to. and in that unlucky bunch was desirae — vera valued desirae’s bluntness, because vera knew that if desirae didn’t want to spend time with the princess, she simply wouldn’t. desirae wouldn’t waste her time, and vera valued their friendship because of it.
they had a sort of 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 that desirae knew when to push vera’s buttons and when to hold back, and vera, at one point in time, considered desirae one of her closest friends.
but vera had a feeling — a gut instinct — that all wasn’t well between them. but vera still had to try, because she was looking forward to seeing her. she just hoped desirae would forgive vera for sort of ghosting her.
vera’s just about to enter the library as desirae was coming out, and she knew it was her 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. vera stepped in desirae’s path with a quick side step, offering her a tight lipped smile. “ hi — i’ve been meaning to catch you . it’s good to see you . ”
𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, she’s always been known to have a group of girls who follow her around and do whatever she says, not as successful and just looking for a way into the life of the luxurious, given a handful of little tasks before they’re rewarded with the advantage of being considered a ‘friend’. they’re acquaintances at best, disposable, nothing but little barbie dolls to set wherever she wants to in order to prop herself higher. and usually never around long before she ditches them to set her eyes on the next pretty little thing begging for the chance.
that wasn’t the case with vera. desirae wasn’t really looking for a friend when she stumbled on her and in most cases, they were already long in a friendship before the label was officially in place. there weren’t many people who were actually themselves around the brunette, always a variation of personalities they figured she’d want them to be. plot twist, she didn’t. sure, everyone likes their ego stroked, but powerful people sought out powerful people, and vera fit the bill, even if she wasn’t aware of just how much she held. plus, how much fun would it be to teach the princess how to be a princess?
although desirae had her own barbie bombshell of a princess, céline was already plucked and primmed to every degree, vera was fresh and in need of guidance, vera was hers for the taking. and amidst all of the soirées’, the fashion shows, the shopping sprees, and first class trips, vera had unknowingly taken her too. but then the sun came up and reality set in and the king passed and in turn, so did their friendship, or at least vera’s part in it. no returned calls, no text message, nothing.
which is why when it was made clear that vera was one of the eight selected for the love club, she shook her head and had to laugh because of course, of course she is. why wouldn’t she be? and it makes its return as she’s making a beeline for the exit, just having nabbed one of the books griswold had subtly mentioned earlier in class, reading through the first few pages, when she spots vera in her peripheral, glancing upwards just to glance back down at the book’s content, disinterested. ❝ so she speaks, someone quick, alert the media, ❞ head tilts to the side just a bit, as she maneuvers to the left side of the entrance, passing by vera, shoulder barely brushing against hers in the process.
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JENNIFER’S BODY dir. Karyn Kusama
He listens to maggot rock. He wears nail polish. My dick is bigger than his.
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–––––––––––– 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 for @deshirea
𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: outside of town, at the beginning of a hiking trail.
soft sunlight dares to peak over the horizon as princess céline and desirae hart begin their early trek. shortly after receiving her acceptance letter to griswold’s class ––––– céline began investigating and making lists of all the things she would do while at northridge. whether that be on campus or just in town. it was exciting being able to live here for a short amount of time. scotland is a beautiful country and she can not wait to see as much of it as she can. with that being said, the princess became very interested by the hiking trails that were scattered all over. she imagines herself atop of the highest hill, welcoming the sunrise of the day. the sunrise in scotland, how beautiful of a sight that would be. she finds the perfect trail only a few days after getting the idea. it began just outside of town and led to a beautiful waterfall with even more beautiful scenery. céline wanted to see it for herself. she was ecstatic.
a trip like this deserved to be shared with someone. after being declined by theodore ( who had claimed he just had to get up and go study in the library ) céline decided to invite desirae instead. it’d be a fun bonding trip since the two haven’t spent much time since they arrived. making plans to meet at four in the morning, céline arrives dressed appropriately in matching athletic leggings and top with a large jacket over it. her backpack ( packed with a first aid kit, some food, water, a compass, and phone ) is tightly secured on shoulders as she looks at the map. “ by the looks of it, we should be there in the next 45 minutes to an hour. it’s a peaceful and beautiful hike so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. ” blonde turns to her best friend, an encouraging smile is flashed. “ you ready? ”
𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝟐:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌, ( leaving roughly an hour and ten minutes to get ready, and the remaining twenty minutes to drive to meet céline. ) desirae had half the mind to tell the blonde that today was no good and that she’d need to reschedule; throw in a sob story, some melodramatic emojis and an apology muffin the next morning and she’s sure celine wouldn’t hold a grudge, but thinks better of it. it wasn’t exactly a secret that the two haven’t spent proper time together, what with the blonde’s princess duties and her very own prince charming to tend to, and the brunette’s long list of her own family valued standards to live up to in order to claim what’s rightfully hers. two thrones with very different perceptions of subjection. céline standing amongst the sunlight submerged in all her virtues and desirae standing tall and brash in the darkness of the night’s sky enamored in all of her vices. and yet, there is a genuine yearning there that binds them together, despite the meager tears in the glue. desirae will allow herself to believe that the reason she pulled her silk sleep mask off before the sun clocked back into its shift is because she has appearances to keep up with, but when the material slipped off, the bulletin board is the very first item her eyes fixate on.
she’s a good ten minutes late, ( which she quickly quips that it could’ve easily been longer knowing her with her signature grin, the one usually paired with the playful wink and then a few more words to redirect the topic, ) when she finally arrives, definitely looking a bit more put together than the average hiker. the outfit’s fine, ( royal pulse colored high waist leggings, white zip front sports bra, obsidian dotted rock print windbreaker and at least she’s traded in her usual heels for running shoes, despite the fact that she looks almost unnatural in them. ) hair is pulled up into a tight neat bun, make up is nothing less than perfection, jewelry still sits pretty against radiant skin, cartier sunglasses settle on brim of nose. but instead of a backpack, it’s one of her older designer handbags, insulated water bottle peaking out, but that’s about as sporty as she takes it; she knows celine has packed enough for the both of them, that’s just how its always been. the scene is definitely out of her usual, but she’s come to find there isn’t much that she wouldn’t do for the woman beside her. ❝ do you even know me at all ? ❞ doesn’t mean she won’t still complain. a huff, but in all good nature. ❝ i get to pick the next outing, ❞ pearly whites make an appearance, feet rise and fall as they begin toward their destination.
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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @deshirea.
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: local café.
he doesn’t want to jinx it, but today has been a relatively good day for theodore. it started with professor griswold complimenting him for getting one of his many trick, lecture questions correct. and he managed to steer clear of alone time with céline since… wait, what was it again she said she was going to do? he knows she told him. he’s just having a hard time remembering. so, yeah, safe to say it’s a good day. there’s a bright expression plastered on his face as he walks into the coffee shop, prepared to see some familiar faces that’ll further reward him with some additional well deserved attention. however, plans change, because who he isn’t prepared to run into is desirae––––– what ever happened to not jinxing it? teddy stops in his tracks, debating whether he should turn around and find another place to post up in for the evening. but, it’s no use. he was cursed with such a big presence and desirae has obviously already noticed him. who wouldn’t? there’s no running away for teddy now. “ oh… hey, des, ” a civil greeting paired with a fake smile as he approaches his old friend, “ sorry, i almost didn’t recognize you. wow, that’s amazing… i mean, has your head actually gotten bigger? ”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌, and that isn’t too far from the truth, what with desirae heading to cafe eighty2 promptly after class ends, heavily decorated binder settled atop the counter as she leans against it. freshly manicured finger twirls around loose curl as she tilts her head to the side, smile as faux as the fur coat that envelops her spreads across angelic features, doesn’t quite reach her eyes, but he doesn’t notice. they never do. it’s almost too easy as he leans forward, on elbows, attention fully hers even though there’s about two or three more customers behind her, ( she doesn’t know for sure, only guesses by the amount of huffs and the rhythmic sound of outsoles tapping impatiently against hardwood. it only fuels her fire. ) coffee cup outstretched towards her paired with a cheeky smile, as he promises that he made it especially for her free of charge. she takes a sip in response as gratitude, fingers wrapped tenderly around the warmth of the container, lipstick stained just around the rim. ❝ so, ❞ voice so honey - like that it practically melts against her tongue, as she finally directs her line of attention towards his nickname, but eyes flicker back upwards just as quickly, long eyelashes flutter. ❝ dallas, i’ll see you around, if you’re lucky, ❞ genuine smirk appears only after she turns on heel, seemingly satisfied with just how facile that was, and if it works in her favor, she might just have an extra set of eyes and ears around this place. it definitely wouldn’t hurt. expression is nearly wiped clean off as chestnut hues meet sinatra blue. the telltale chime of the door having been drowned out by the self praise and lack of interest, and dallas chirps a tepid greeting for the new customer, desirae doesn’t share the same sentiment. eyes roll on cue, nose scrunches for the dramatic effect as she internally scoffs, and takes another sip of her latte. ❝ nope, must just be your fucked up sense of vision. ❞
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@ofopulence . . . sent : ♧ / for a wildcard! creation for our ship ( dealer’s choice. )
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@veramyeong . . . sent : ♧ / for a wildcard! creation for our ship ( dealer’s choice. )
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@ofopulence . . . sent : ☎ / your muses info in my muses phone.
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