Desiderium

Desiderium

0 INK

(名词) 热心的渴望为丢失的东西。

2,597 readers have visited Desiderium since Korruption created it.

Introduction

Hello :) I'm Korr, and this is my personal storage. You can look, but don't touch. Have a nice day!




Image

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Toggle Rules

The GM of this roleplay hasn't created any rules! You can do whatever you like!

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 1 authors

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Image Image Image Image

X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
ImagexxxImagexxxImagexxxkanayama takashixxx

"You are never coming to my apartment."

Takashi tilted his head, a little surprised at the charged response. Is he insecure about his home or something? Takashi wondered to himself. Thinking back on it, Takashi definitely shouldn't have been surprised by the reaction; sure, Sato seemed like the reserved kid at school who stayed out of trouble's way, but he had already snapped at Takashi a couple of times in their few interactions.

Also, Sato was a prostitute.
I shouldn't be surprised by anything that comes from him anymore.

"You should give me your phone number. I'll remember. I don't carry my phone at work."

Takashi shrugged, responding with, "makes sense," before reciting his phone number with ease. He was always stingy when it came to giving out his phone number; after all, he didn't want any girls at school to overhear and bombard him with text messages. Takashi would rather avoid having to reject people if he had a choice.

But Sato and Takashi were in an empty alley in Kabukichou -- there were no fangirls here. If Takashi's phone number got out, he'd know who to blame.

(He mentally cheered for himself; he felt like he was becoming more and more like Aki than ever before.)

Takashi smiled at Sato, satisfied.
"Well, that's a wrap!" he said, starting to head out the alleyway. He turned back, and gave Sato a genial wave, before calling out lightly. "Sorry, I got something else to do right now. See you later, Sato-san. I hope things go well for you." Takashi said the last few words with genuine intent. And with those last sentences, he turned around and strode out of the alleyway.

---

Aki eyed Takashi as he cheerfully followed her into her office, before carefully saying,
"You look . . . enlightened."

Takashi hummed happily in agreement, dropping his arm across Aki's shoulders. She nearly recoiled in shock.

"I am enlightened," he said cheerily, before commenting, "Wow, aneki -- enlightened. That's a good way to put it."

Aki plopped down on her chair, beckoning Takashi to continue.

"An opportunity fell right into my lap," he began, watching Aki's brows raise higher and higher.

Takashi paused for the sake of anticipation, before whispering,
"I blackmailed the guy into tutoring me."

Aki couldn't help it; she snorted, coughing back a laugh.

"I know that doesn't seem really big," Takashi continued, undeterred. "But I'm not really . . . like you. Or Rina, or Hikari. But I think I'm working my way up -- " Takashi smiled softly to himself, whispering "-- maybe otou-sama would finally be proud of me."

When Takashi glanced up, Aki seemed to be grimacing in concern. "What?" he asked apprehensively. Aki immediately shook her head and ruffled Takashi's hair reassuringly -- which only made him more nervous.

"I'm happy that you're . . . setting goals and achieving things," Aki was visibly contemplating her words. "Just always be aware of what it is that you really want to achieve."

Takashi listened carefully -- he always valued Aki's advice, but most of the time, her words were far too enigmatic for him to understand.

"Thanks for supporting me all the time," Takashi responded sincerely. "It means a lot that you're slowing yourself down to walk besides me."

Aki clucked her tongue immediately. "You're not a burden, Taka-kun, so don't say shit like that. Besides, life's not always about the race. Why stay within the lines? I'm not, but I'm happy with what I'm doing. Remember that, Taka-kun."

Takashi nodded attentively. He certainly understood what Aki meant; she was absurdly intelligent and capable -- Takashi was sure she could do anything. But instead of continuing the family business like Rina and Hikari, Aki marched to the beat of her own drum. Part of Takashi felt a little conflicted about that -- after all, if he were in her position, he would be doing all he could to improve the business and make his family proud. By now, however, he understood that Aki was a very different person from the rest of them.

"All right, I guess I should try to do some homework while I wait for the guy to text me." Aki snorted again. "Night, aneki."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Image Image Image Image Image

ImagexxxImagexxxImagexxxjisun yeong xxx影 地仙

X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
Jisun watched silently as Anastasia tried to pick up a fishcake. The first attempt failed, but the second . . . wasn't bad. Jisun was rather surprised at how quickly Anastasia learned, but then again, she never really had to teach anyone around her how to use chopsticks; she wasn't sure what the baseline was.

Jisun sampled various side dishes as she waited for the meat to come out, her gaze flickering upward at Anastasia when the other woman's phone rang. Jisun only shrugged when Anastasia apologized briefly, glancing at the food on the table to give the other girl the veneer of privacy.


Ah, Leo, Jisun's mind hummed when she heard the name slip out of Anastasia's lips. Jisun didn't consider herself to be very invested in romance, but she supposed that Anastasia's arranged marriage interested her. It wasn't really a practice that was exerted in her own adopted family, or in their close circles. Business deals were important, of course, but they rarely involved marriage, from what Jisun had seen. Marrying into another prominent family in one's field would be akin to merging their companies, and many families weren't interested in that at all.

Yoonseok had come over at some point during Anastasia's phone call, setting down the bulgogi and samgyeopsal and departing with a small wave in Jisun's direction. Jisun was faintly fond of Yoonseok, which she knew was something that would come as a surprise to essentially everyone who was familiar with her stony demeanor. But Yoonseok was like the mild sunlight of cloudless, late afternoon -- warming, but not too intrusive. His presence was pleasant.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

ImageImage
x
x
x
x
WORK-IN-PROGRESS
RELATIONS / NPCS

NPC TEMPLATE

Image

n a m e ;; xfull name here
a g e ;; xhere ( # )
g e n d e r ;; xF/M/NB
r o l e ;; xhere
p l a y e r ( s ) ;; xhere
Image
desc. here

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Image Image Image Image Image

ImagexxxImagexxxImagexxxyael yahalom xxxיעל יהלום

X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
Yael couldn't help the burning shame as she watched Bernadette open the taxi app and hand Yael her phone. Yael hated that she was in this position -- she would do practically anything to avoid it, but she knew she had no other choice. It was too far to walk -- and even if she did want to walk, Yael doubted that Bernadette would let her go. And as bold as Yael was, she was not going to fucking hitchhike; that was as bad as asking Bernadette for money anyway.

"Oh, I'll pay you back," Yael insisted forcefully, before adding, "Thanks for all you're doing, Bernadette. Unless you need to be here, you can head back home to see your dad. I'm sure he needs you there."

Yael obliged when Bernadette asked her to enter her number into the other woman's phone. "You probably don't need the money though," Yael continued. "I can take you out for a meal instead. My treat."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
Image
Image


life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.


#4e817dXXX#ba982d
X
X
X

X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X

X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X

"I've only ever had oji-chan, really," Seongjae mentally gave himself serious whiplash when Kenji started talking, "which sounds dumb, because I have oba-sama, and my parents and Kaori, but . . . we've never been close. I know nothing about what they like, or how they go about their lives . . . they're strangers, to me."

Honestly, Seongjae couldn't relate to that -- beyond having his mother as essentially his only family member, Seongjae also tried to make friends wherever he went. No, Seongjae couldn't relate to what Kenji was saying, but he could try to understand -- after all, they were friends, now . . . right?

"I've always picked up magic easily, and kids my age would be intimated or jealous. Which was fine, because I had oji-chan. All I ever wanted was to impress him. To make him proud of me. But now... it feels like I'm lost, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. I sit here every day, doing his job, and nothing changes. I never feel any less hollow."

When Kenji turned to finally make eye contact, Seongjae was shaken -- this was the first time he could look into the rolling depths and the swirling colors in Kenji's eyes for more than a flicker of a moment. "I envy you, a little. You had no one, lost everything, and yet, you're so much more adjusted. You kept on living, finding happiness. I'm not sure I can."

The first thing Seongjae felt after Kenji's speech was being taken aback by utter shock. Seongjae assumed that he would be walking out of this meeting, cringing with shame and embarrassment.

The second thing was understanding, and an overwhelming urge to reassure the other man.


"It's important not to compare yourself with other people, especially when it comes to loss," Seongjae said adamantly. "We're all different, and we all have different experiences.

"And Kenji-san? I know it seems like I have no one left, but just because I lost both of my parents doesn't mean I lost everything. Personally, I'm a really social person, so I'm lucky enough to have a large support system. And honestly, I feel like how much you lose . . . it's not determined by how much you physically have left -- it's just something you feel. And I believe that what you feel isn't really determined by objective factors, like how many family members you have left, or how much money you have, or how good you are at something. If you're grieving over someone you were really close to, of course your feeling is justified -- it's is completely okay to feel like you've lost everything, even if you don't think you lost everything objectively, because maybe the person you lost was everything to you.

"And I know I seem well-adjusted to people. Heck, some people don't even believe me when they learn that I lost my parents -- I just seem so happy to them, which I'm kinda glad to hear from them, since it's something I constantly try to be. But believe me, I was an absolute wreck in the beginning -- I didn't recover from my mother's death immediately, and I still don't think I'm fully recovered. Her death . . . will always be a part of my life. But it's important to not have someone's death be your entire life. At least, that's what my counselor told me, haha. It was really nice to have someone there to help me through it, even if she was paid. I don't think I could've gotten out of my slump on my own."

Seongjae turned to make eye contact with Kenji, smiling softly. "If you want, I'd be glad to help you out. Having someone there really does do a lot. After all, a tree that's falling over can't right itself up on its own. That was also something my therapist said . . . I'm not as wise as her yet. But it would really make me happy if I could do for you what someone else did for me." Seongjae grinned, but not as aggressively as he did before. Now that I've gone through enough traumatic experiences of fruitlessly trying to befriend him, I should tone it down to match Kenji's style (҂ ͡-₃ ͡-)ᕤ

"My first piece of advice -- and this comes free of charge," Seongjae said cheekily, "is to know that the people we love are always with us in our hearts. And I know, that is literally the cheesiest thing I could've said, but it's true; after my mom passed, I felt absolutely horrible about myself. I thought of her death at every moment, and how I wasn't good enough to keep her here. I started losing motivation, because the person I tried to work my hardest for was gone. But after a lot of time, and a lot of help, I finally began to understand that even if I couldn't keep my mother here, she would still want me to achieve my goals and to chase after whatever makes me happy. I guess that's why I have such stupidly high dreams -- I know necromancy and that kind of stuff are way out of my skill level right now, but I want to chase after it. And every time I start to feel lost, or every time I start to think I don't deserve this -- I just think of what my mother would really want. Because her desire for me to be happy didn't disappear when she died. And if there's an afterlife, and if she's watching me from up there, I want her to look at me and find the joy she couldn't find when she was alive.

"Kenji-san, your grandfather sounds like a good man. I'm positive that someone you loved so much would've wanted for you to be happy. And don't be too hard on yourself, okay? This stuff takes time and a looooot of effort sometimes, but it's truly worth it."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Image ImageImage Image


anastasia & jisun
XXXXIVANOV XXXXXXXXXXXX YEONG

#6c0102 / #0064b4
#d0a9a0 / #cb3254


X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
PSYC 170 (Tuesday and Thursday, 8:30am-10:00pm), PHIL 277 (Monday, Wednesday, 12:00pm-1:00pm), CRIM 270 (Tuesday and Thursday, 10:30am-12:00pm), PSYC 149, MGT 166, ECON 036

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

0.00 INK

Image ImageImage Image


yael & bernadette
YAHALOM XXXXXXXXXXX DUBOIS XXXXXxX

#c5bea2 / #98942e
#9c6420 / #623821


X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
X
"For her- what would you like?"

"I'll have a glass of champagne, thanks." Yael jumped at a chance to drink when it came knocking.

Yael listened to what Bernadette had to say, thanking the server again when he returned and knocking back the champagne in one go. She quickly noticed the other woman taking a painkiller with her glass of water.


"Yeah, I get that," Yael responded. "If it were me, I definitely would be putting my name out there. But, I don't know, I guess some people like to separate their art life from everything else." Yael gestured to Bernadette's purse, in reference to the medication she took earlier. "You alright?"

Bernadette raised an eyebrow when she saw Yael take the drink in one go. She didn’t care whether Yael had zero or twenty drinks but it reminded her of beers served in red cups at college parties. The action seemed both fitting and out of place in an art exhibit.

The ones in the most expensive suits, very proper at the beginning of the night and ready to ramble on about the composition of the art, tended to have one drink too many and sometimes ended up buying a painting or doing something else that they would regret the next day. Much like what she saw go down at parties and, since the general population at Olympus had money, no one cheaped out on drinks.

The similarities in behavior between college parties and high-end events could be rather amusing.


“Yes,” she answered, putting her glass on the tray of a passing server, “I just need a smoke.”

She smokes? Yael was rather surprised -- Bernadette seemed like the kind of person who'd be a little uptight, the kind of person who wouldn't know how to let loose. Then again, the more she thought about it, Yael could definitely picture the other woman smoking. She's French, right? Europeans do smoke a lot.

"I feel like I should say something like, 'don't smoke, you could get lung cancer,'" Yael said wryly, "but hey, go ahead. We're here for a good time, not a long one."

Before Bernadette could respond, Yael felt the vibrating of her phone in her pocket. She glanced at the notification, pausing when she saw that it wasn't a drunken message from one of her friends. They closed the line I took to get here . . . and they closed the best alternate line I could've taken. Goddamnit.

Yael shoved her phone back in her pocket with a sigh, glancing back up at Bernadette. Suddenly, she was struck with an idea.

"The subway line I take to get back to campus just closed. Could I possibly hitch a ride with you?" Yael was not one to ask for help unless she really had to, so what she was doing had her just the slightest bit disgruntled. At least I'm saving money on that subway fare.

Yael’s comment definitely pulled a string at her heart, the kind to harden it up and unsettle her all at the same time. She knew the effects of smoking and was constantly confronted with the image of damaged lungs in her cigarette packets, of course, but her father had never smoked a day in his life and here they were. It was certainly not a life made for regrets.

However, the comment did nothing more to her facial expression than cause her to raise an eyebrow and lower her eyes to Yae’ls empty glass for a moment. She might have replied with something but Yael continued talking about a ride.

Normally, after a comment like that, Bernadette would have simply said no but it was dark outside and Bernadette wasn’t heartless.


”I suppose,” Bernadette said with a small nod. ”I don’t plan on being here much longer though.”

Yael grinned. She wasn't sure if Bernadette would have said yes -- the other woman didn't really seem like an overly generous person to her -- so Yael was glad that it worked out. "Brilliant! And that's all right, we can go whenever you'd like. I saw what I came for."

View All »Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.

There are no arcs in this roleplay.

View All » Create New » Quests

There are no quests in this roleplay.

Events

Soon™.

Game Master Controls

Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Desiderium. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 10 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: coquelicot
Character Portrait: celadon
Character Portrait: verdigris
Character Portrait: eburnean
Character Portrait: begonia
Character Portrait: sang-de-boeuf
Character Portrait: chamois
Character Portrait: sienna

Newest

Character Portrait: sienna
sienna

the color of sienna pigment (yellowish brown or deep reddish brown).

Character Portrait: chamois
chamois

the traditional color of chamois leather.

Character Portrait: sang-de-boeuf
sang-de-boeuf

considered to be a dark shade of red; resembles burgundy with more purple and dark brown hues.

Character Portrait: begonia
begonia

a shade of pink, named after the flower begonia.

Character Portrait: eburnean
eburnean

as white as ivory; off-white.

Character Portrait: verdigris
verdigris

a bluish-green color found in a pigment that forms on copper, bronze, or brass.

Character Portrait: celadon
celadon

a grayish-yellow green.

Character Portrait: coquelicot
coquelicot

a shade of bright red with an orange tint.

Trending

Character Portrait: verdigris
verdigris

a bluish-green color found in a pigment that forms on copper, bronze, or brass.

Character Portrait: eburnean
eburnean

as white as ivory; off-white.

Character Portrait: begonia
begonia

a shade of pink, named after the flower begonia.

Character Portrait: coquelicot
coquelicot

a shade of bright red with an orange tint.

Character Portrait: chamois
chamois

the traditional color of chamois leather.

Character Portrait: sang-de-boeuf
sang-de-boeuf

considered to be a dark shade of red; resembles burgundy with more purple and dark brown hues.

Character Portrait: celadon
celadon

a grayish-yellow green.

Character Portrait: sienna
sienna

the color of sienna pigment (yellowish brown or deep reddish brown).

Most Followed

Character Portrait: chamois
chamois

the traditional color of chamois leather.

Character Portrait: sang-de-boeuf
sang-de-boeuf

considered to be a dark shade of red; resembles burgundy with more purple and dark brown hues.

Character Portrait: begonia
begonia

a shade of pink, named after the flower begonia.

Character Portrait: eburnean
eburnean

as white as ivory; off-white.

Character Portrait: verdigris
verdigris

a bluish-green color found in a pigment that forms on copper, bronze, or brass.

Character Portrait: coquelicot
coquelicot

a shade of bright red with an orange tint.

Character Portrait: celadon
celadon

a grayish-yellow green.

Character Portrait: sienna
sienna

the color of sienna pigment (yellowish brown or deep reddish brown).


Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » Desiderium: Out of Character

Discussions

  • Topics
    Replies
    Views
    Last post

Most recent OOC posts in Desiderium

Desiderium

This is the auto-generated OOC topic for the roleplay "Desiderium"

You may edit this first post as you see fit.