✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
@gloriaeius.bsky.social
𝓐𝑴͟𝑩͟𝑰͟𝑻͟𝑪͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑶͟𝑼͟𝑺͟ : a person who is ruthlessly determined, fierce, and stops at nothing to achieve their goals. ❪ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ᐟ ❫
icon by sayuuhiro / X.
icon by sayuuhiro / X.
Pinned
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
"𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏."
May 15, 2025 at 9:59 PM
"𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏."
*/ Finally done. 🤭 Some stuff may be adjusted over time, but not yet.
*/ I'mma adjust my old Twitter carrd and link it here cause I have a ton of headcanons for this jackass.
February 1, 2026 at 10:58 AM
*/ Finally done. 🤭 Some stuff may be adjusted over time, but not yet.
*/ I'mma adjust my old Twitter carrd and link it here cause I have a ton of headcanons for this jackass.
February 1, 2026 at 10:39 AM
*/ I'mma adjust my old Twitter carrd and link it here cause I have a ton of headcanons for this jackass.
" You know I wouldn't have chosen a sloppy partner to work with. " Pantalone chuckled. He was particular and wanted things done right. Dottore knew what he was doing ... most of the time. His funds weren't wasted, like they were wasted on their other comrades. Namely, Tartaglia who seemed to +
Much as he'd object to the comparison, the Doctor is not unlike a cat... Leaning into the warmth of an outstretched hand one moment, hissing and swatting it away at it the next. Fussy. Particular.
But certainly not immune to an offered treat or tempting piece of entertainment. -
But certainly not immune to an offered treat or tempting piece of entertainment. -
Though Pantalone was ranked Ninth, he didn't lack in intellect. He was a master of manipulation, which was what had gotten him this far. Had he remained the kindred spirit he was as a child, people would have trampled over him until the day of his death. He used false kindness to achieve +
February 1, 2026 at 9:45 AM
" You know I wouldn't have chosen a sloppy partner to work with. " Pantalone chuckled. He was particular and wanted things done right. Dottore knew what he was doing ... most of the time. His funds weren't wasted, like they were wasted on their other comrades. Namely, Tartaglia who seemed to +
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
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⠀⠀ ''What is freedom, if demanded by a god?''
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⠀⠀ ''What is freedom, if demanded by a god?''
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January 31, 2026 at 10:27 PM
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⠀⠀ ''What is freedom, if demanded by a god?''
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⠀⠀ ''What is freedom, if demanded by a god?''
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Though Pantalone was ranked Ninth, he didn't lack in intellect. He was a master of manipulation, which was what had gotten him this far. Had he remained the kindred spirit he was as a child, people would have trampled over him until the day of his death. He used false kindness to achieve +
The Doctor is always caught in a never-ending battle, it seems…
Ego and obsequious tendency rear their heads, snarling and tearing into each other till only bloody pulp remains.
On one hand, he is Her Majesty’s second. A savant unlike any other, genius unparalleled in the whole of Teyvat… -
Ego and obsequious tendency rear their heads, snarling and tearing into each other till only bloody pulp remains.
On one hand, he is Her Majesty’s second. A savant unlike any other, genius unparalleled in the whole of Teyvat… -
Pantalone's gaze was sharp behind his spectacles, but his false smile remained. He placed the paper he was reviewing back on the desk, using his index to slide it within Dottore's reach. Ranks aside, Pantalone wanted the upper hand. And since the Fatui depended heavily on his funding, +
January 31, 2026 at 8:12 PM
Though Pantalone was ranked Ninth, he didn't lack in intellect. He was a master of manipulation, which was what had gotten him this far. Had he remained the kindred spirit he was as a child, people would have trampled over him until the day of his death. He used false kindness to achieve +
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
Pantalone's gaze was sharp behind his spectacles, but his false smile remained. He placed the paper he was reviewing back on the desk, using his index to slide it within Dottore's reach. Ranks aside, Pantalone wanted the upper hand. And since the Fatui depended heavily on his funding, +
If he had eyes, he'd be rolling them...
A hand extends in silent command, fingers flexing in anticipation. Funding aside, Dottore remains his superior—and sometimes, his dearest friend seems to need a reminder.
"Naturally. But research takes time, Regrator... surely you understand." -
A hand extends in silent command, fingers flexing in anticipation. Funding aside, Dottore remains his superior—and sometimes, his dearest friend seems to need a reminder.
"Naturally. But research takes time, Regrator... surely you understand." -
His gaze snapped to Dottore. " Is that a rhetorical question ? "
Pantalone's voice was awfully sweet, but falsely at that. Always playing the part of the good patron, but always having his own agenda on hand. He wasn't just funding Dottore's work because he was generous, oh no. +
Pantalone's voice was awfully sweet, but falsely at that. Always playing the part of the good patron, but always having his own agenda on hand. He wasn't just funding Dottore's work because he was generous, oh no. +
January 31, 2026 at 6:23 PM
Pantalone's gaze was sharp behind his spectacles, but his false smile remained. He placed the paper he was reviewing back on the desk, using his index to slide it within Dottore's reach. Ranks aside, Pantalone wanted the upper hand. And since the Fatui depended heavily on his funding, +
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
affection is DISGUSTING. drown me in it.
January 8, 2026 at 2:18 AM
affection is DISGUSTING. drown me in it.
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
»»————- ☽ ○ ☾ ————-««
⊱♛ ᕮᒪOISᕮ ᕮ. ᗷᒪᗩᑕKSTOᑎᕮ ♛⊰
► OC
Gᴇɴsʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ
► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ
► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT
⊱♛ ᕮᒪOISᕮ ᕮ. ᗷᒪᗩᑕKSTOᑎᕮ ♛⊰
► OC
Gᴇɴsʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ
► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ
► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT
April 10, 2025 at 1:17 AM
»»————- ☽ ○ ☾ ————-««
⊱♛ ᕮᒪOISᕮ ᕮ. ᗷᒪᗩᑕKSTOᑎᕮ ♛⊰
► OC
Gᴇɴsʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ
► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ
► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT
⊱♛ ᕮᒪOISᕮ ᕮ. ᗷᒪᗩᑕKSTOᑎᕮ ♛⊰
► OC
Gᴇɴsʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ
► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ
► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
*/ The Harbingers Squad is growing. 👀
January 31, 2026 at 1:02 PM
*/ The Harbingers Squad is growing. 👀
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
•✧• 𝖮 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌...
January 17, 2026 at 10:47 PM
•✧• 𝖮 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌...
His gaze snapped to Dottore. " Is that a rhetorical question ? "
Pantalone's voice was awfully sweet, but falsely at that. Always playing the part of the good patron, but always having his own agenda on hand. He wasn't just funding Dottore's work because he was generous, oh no. +
Pantalone's voice was awfully sweet, but falsely at that. Always playing the part of the good patron, but always having his own agenda on hand. He wasn't just funding Dottore's work because he was generous, oh no. +
"Oh? And what of my reputation?"
The Doctor's head shakes, fingers burying themselves in pale blue locks, fidgety.
It wasn't that he doubted the quality of his work, but being caught unprepared was outright embarrassing for someone of his station... If only he'd had a day more... or a week. -
The Doctor's head shakes, fingers burying themselves in pale blue locks, fidgety.
It wasn't that he doubted the quality of his work, but being caught unprepared was outright embarrassing for someone of his station... If only he'd had a day more... or a week. -
He approached the other man's desk, gaze darting between scripts and papers he couldn't read. As skilled as he was at learning foreign languages, he had no experience in Sumerian. And he often complained about Dottore's drafts not being written in the common tongue, so he could review them +
January 31, 2026 at 9:24 AM
His gaze snapped to Dottore. " Is that a rhetorical question ? "
Pantalone's voice was awfully sweet, but falsely at that. Always playing the part of the good patron, but always having his own agenda on hand. He wasn't just funding Dottore's work because he was generous, oh no. +
Pantalone's voice was awfully sweet, but falsely at that. Always playing the part of the good patron, but always having his own agenda on hand. He wasn't just funding Dottore's work because he was generous, oh no. +
*/ The lack of official Pantalone content hurts me physically.
January 31, 2026 at 8:49 AM
*/ The lack of official Pantalone content hurts me physically.
He approached the other man's desk, gaze darting between scripts and papers he couldn't read. As skilled as he was at learning foreign languages, he had no experience in Sumerian. And he often complained about Dottore's drafts not being written in the common tongue, so he could review them +
The contents of the papers are nigh-illegible scrawls in Sumerian, perhaps even 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 prepared for the Regrator's eyes than he made it seem.
Dottore clears his throat, thumbing through the stack until he can offer out something in Common—a short summary of the predicted effects of a new elixir.
Dottore clears his throat, thumbing through the stack until he can offer out something in Common—a short summary of the predicted effects of a new elixir.
Now that's amusing. Seeing Dottore scramble a little. Pushing himself off of the door frame, he steps inside to have a quick look.
" That's fine. I'm interested in any form of progress you may have made. "
" That's fine. I'm interested in any form of progress you may have made. "
January 31, 2026 at 8:38 AM
He approached the other man's desk, gaze darting between scripts and papers he couldn't read. As skilled as he was at learning foreign languages, he had no experience in Sumerian. And he often complained about Dottore's drafts not being written in the common tongue, so he could review them +
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
Now that's amusing. Seeing Dottore scramble a little. Pushing himself off of the door frame, he steps inside to have a quick look.
" That's fine. I'm interested in any form of progress you may have made. "
" That's fine. I'm interested in any form of progress you may have made. "
A pen clatters to his desk, a hand sweeping to straighten out the mess of papers sprawled across it. ( He can at least 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 to be somewhat organized. ish. )
"None of the reports are prepared for review yet, I'm afraid... I do hope that's all right."
"None of the reports are prepared for review yet, I'm afraid... I do hope that's all right."
A sly smile formed. " Just checking on your progress. Don't mind me. "
January 31, 2026 at 8:12 AM
Now that's amusing. Seeing Dottore scramble a little. Pushing himself off of the door frame, he steps inside to have a quick look.
" That's fine. I'm interested in any form of progress you may have made. "
" That's fine. I'm interested in any form of progress you may have made. "
*/ I'm bored so let's do this. Leave an emoji and Pantalone will answer.
January 31, 2026 at 8:08 AM
*/ I'm bored so let's do this. Leave an emoji and Pantalone will answer.
A sly smile formed. " Just checking on your progress. Don't mind me. "
Pausing his movements to cast a brief glance over his shoulder. Hm.
"Is there something you need, Regrator?"
"Is there something you need, Regrator?"
Leaning casually against the door frame, watching @arsillicitum.bsky.social work.
January 31, 2026 at 8:07 AM
A sly smile formed. " Just checking on your progress. Don't mind me. "
Leaning casually against the door frame, watching @arsillicitum.bsky.social work.
January 31, 2026 at 7:13 AM
Leaning casually against the door frame, watching @arsillicitum.bsky.social work.
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
𝒪, 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℴ𝓌 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃? ℱℴ𝓇 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓃? 𝒪𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓅ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓉? 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℴ𝓌 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃? ℱℴ𝓇 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝓃ℴ ℊℴ𝒹... ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶 "𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝓇." ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁. 𝒢ℴ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽, 𝒷ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒸ℯ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓃𝓉 ℴ𝓃ℯ, 𝓇𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓌ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒶 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ.
December 28, 2025 at 10:10 AM
𝒪, 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℴ𝓌 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃? ℱℴ𝓇 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓃? 𝒪𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓅ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓉? 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℴ𝓌 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃? ℱℴ𝓇 ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝓃ℴ ℊℴ𝒹... ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶 "𝒮𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝓇." ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁. 𝒢ℴ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽, 𝒷ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒸ℯ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓃𝓉 ℴ𝓃ℯ, 𝓇𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓌ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒶 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ.
Reposted by ✱ ㅤㅤ 𝓹𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ 𝕲͟𝖔͟𝖉͟ .
𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺.
January 19, 2026 at 5:31 PM
𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺.