Stella Crinita Pleiades ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

˚₊‧✩* 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 *✩‧₊˚

✧ Lyric ✧⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆The Youngest Star, The Forsaken Moon

Before she fell, before Menphina reached for her with a silver-threaded hand, Deianira belonged to the heavens. She was the youngest of the seven daughters of Runerth, the great celestial warden who bore the weight of the firmament upon his shoulders. Her sisters—radiant, untouchable—were constellations in their own right, each a beacon of Alcyone’s divine harmony. But Deianira, luminous yet frail, was an anomaly. She was too soft, too wandering, too much a reflection of her—Eurybia, their mother, whose presence was as vast and unknowable as the tides that bound the cosmos together.Eurybia was the keeper of their celestial lineage, a being of immeasurable wisdom and cold, tempestuous grace. Yet where she doted upon her elder daughters, she recoiled from Deianira, for in the youngest, she glimpsed a terrible fate. Deianira was a prophecy waiting to unfold, the thread that would unravel Alcyone itself. Eurybia, for all her might, could not love a child who was destined to bring ruin. And so, Deianira was left to the stars, untouched by her mother’s warmth, watching from afar as the distance between them grew into something irreparable.But fate is cruel even to the divine. Orien came in shadow, a force beyond reckoning, an Ancient whose ambitions sought to claim the celestial daughters for his own. Runerth, bound to his eternal vigil, could not protect them, and so Eurybia stood alone—majestic, wrathful, but ultimately mortal. The battle was as swift as it was merciless. The sky wept as Eurybia fell, her radiance extinguished, her divine essence scattered among the stars. And in the silence that followed, Deianira remained—motherless, rejected, yet irrevocably tethered to the loss she had been foretold to bring.It was Menphina who cradled her in the aftermath, who whispered to the forsaken daughter beneath the pale glow of an unfamiliar moon. Deianira, untouched by the heavens yet shaped by them, was chosen—not for her strength, not for her purity, but for the sorrow she carried. Like her mother before her, she would know sacrifice. She would fall, leaving behind the Pleiades and all that she had ever known. But in doing so, she would forge something new. And so, with silent acceptance, Deianira surrendered herself to fate—plummeting from the stars, descending into a world where love and ruin walked hand in hand.

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✧ Origin ✧

Deep within the Black Shrouds' Twelveswood lay a lone orphaned star. After the Sixth Umbral Calamity, all Deianira Merik'aleum could remember was a vast, inky black that stretched across the horizons of tomorrow. The founding of the Twin Adders did little to settle the growing upset between the dissenting regions of Eorzea, and the tension was understood even by the Twelveswood. Deianira was found by the Wood Wailers, who had rejected the petal soft girl for her pettish behavior. Yet the Padjal had dismissed the Wood Wailers claim, taking Deianira under their wing and teaching her the ways of Nophica.Though grateful for the Padjals' guidance and compassion; a voice within Deianira beckoned her attention elsewhere from her studies. Kan-E-Senna took note of such dissidence, yet allowed it to pass as she too saw Deianiras' true place among the stars. Remaining dutiful to her studies as a White Mage, Deianira attempted to ignore the whispers curling their claws around her stomach. Nophica's grace was upon her, yet the mothers love was not the same. Seeking guidance, Deianira traveled deep within the Black Shroud - to her very origin. With the threat of the Garlean Empire ever present, Deianiras thoughts turn to that of fear and worry. Yet as the moon rises, it is as though the sun is shining upon her, and Deianira allows herself a point of clarity.Deianira is devoted to the moon. In its darkness, she found comfort. In its light, she found hope. Hailing from a deceased line known for their magic and ties to the moon itself. Deianira was, there was no doubt, the very last Keeper of her kind. Her fate was tied with the moon and, therefore, with Eorzea. Abandoning the order of the Twin Adders and forgoing her teachings as a White Mage, Deianira travels to Ishgard in search of a lunar teacher. Ever has man coveted knowledge, and none more so than that of his fate. Under the tutelage of Jannequinard, Deianira begins a new age of the heavens of the stars. A ceaseless voyage under the wisdom of the cold, welcoming mother. Here begins the chill of night that surrounds all and reaches Hydaelyn; here begins the voyage of the stars.

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✧ SFW Traits ✧

⭑☽ Moony ☾⋆Deianira drifts through the world like a dream half-remembered—distant, enigmatic, forever caught between the pull of reality and the call of something far more cosmic. Her mind wanders in constellations, her thoughts woven with silver-threaded mysteries that even she does not always unravel. She speaks in murmurs and riddles, her laughter like the echo of a song heard only beneath the light of the moon. Those who meet her often find themselves bewitched, uncertain if she is a vision, a specter, or simply a woman lost in the tide of her own celestial musings.⭑☽ Eloquent ☾⋆Every word she speaks is laced with a honeyed grace, each syllable deliberate, each phrase spun like a delicate gossamer web. There is a poetry to her presence, an unshaken refinement that lingers in the way she moves, in the way her voice lilts like a forgotten ballad from an ancient age. Even in silence, she commands attention—not through force, but through the sheer, hypnotic beauty of her articulation. She does not simply converse; she weaves, her words curling like smoke around the minds of those who dare to listen.⭑☽ Diaphanous ☾⋆She is a thing of soft illusions, shifting between light and shadow like silk caught in the wind. There is something otherworldly about her, a translucence to her soul that makes it difficult to grasp whether she is here or simply passing through. Her presence is felt more than seen, like moonlight slipping between fingers—always there, yet never truly held. Draped in veils of lace and twilight, she glides rather than walks, exists rather than lingers, a specter of beauty so delicate it seems she might dissolve with a single touch.⭑☽ Calamitous ☾⋆Beneath her celestial grace lies the whisper of a coming storm, a slow, beautiful unraveling that leaves only ruin in its wake. She does not seek destruction, and yet it follows her, drawn to her like moths to a flame. She is the inevitable collapse, the sweet tragedy in the making, the quiet, devastating pull of gravity that lures the world into beautiful oblivion. To love her is to welcome disaster, to stand at the edge of an eclipse and step willingly into its embrace, knowing full well that once she has touched you, you will never be the same.

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✧ NSFW Traits ✧

⭑☽ Sweetly Submissive ☾⋆Deianira bends like the petals of a moonflower beneath a lover’s touch, yielding with a softness that is neither forced nor feigned, but simply her. There is no defiance in her surrender once it is earned, no resistance to the way she is claimed, adorned, possessed—only the quiet acceptance of a woman who has long since understood that some creatures were made to be kept. She is docile beneath Kasmir’s guiding hands, obedient not from fear but from some innate, unspoken need to be cherished in the way only he can. He takes, and she gives—sweetly, unthinkingly, as if she was never meant for anything else.⭑☽ Ultra-Feminine ☾⋆She is an embodiment of delicate sensuality, all soft curves and ethereal grace, veiled in silks that do little to conceal the sumptuousness beneath. Kasmir drapes her in exhibitious finery, in gold-threaded gowns that cling to her form, in jewels heavy enough to remind the world that she is his treasure to flaunt. Perfumed with the essence of night-blooming jasmine and warmed by the glow of candlelight, Deianira is a vision of femininity so intoxicating it borders on myth—an offering to be worshipped, a thing of pure indulgence sculpted for pleasure and devotion alike.⭑☽ Docile Virgin ☾⋆Untouched, untainted, she had been something sacred before Kasmir laid claim to her, her innocence a fragile thing he had taken with all the possessiveness of a beast hoarding its most precious prize. Even now, there lingers a breathless purity about her, a lingering trace of naivety in the way she flusters beneath his gaze, in the way she shivers when he speaks low in her ear. She does not understand the effect she has on men, does not grasp the way eyes linger too long, the way Kasmir’s presence alone keeps them at bay. She is oblivious to her own allure, and it is this very innocence that makes her all the more intoxicating to the man who refuses to let her go.⭑☽ Pronatalist Broodmother ☾⋆She was made for motherhood, sculpted by divine hands to bring life into the world without flaw, without suffering. Her body does not falter, does not fail—no miscarriage, no sickness, no perilous recovery. She is the embodiment of fertility itself, a creature designed to swell with new life and bloom in the fullness of her purpose. Kasmir, greedy and indulgent, revels in this truth, in the knowledge that she is his perfect vessel, that she can bear his lineage without fear. And when nature takes hold—when heat settles in her bones, a primal, aching need that lasts for a full cycle of the moon—there is only one way to soothe the fever that consumes her. To be filled, to be claimed, again and again, until balance is restored and the burning subsides into the bliss of satiation.

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✧ Kasmir and Deianira ✧⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆The Hunter and His Moon

Their bond is a paradox—violent yet reverent, a collision of power and surrender wrapped in silken chains. Kasmir owns Deianira, but it is she who haunts him, slipping through his fingers like moonlight even as he holds her close enough to bruise. He takes what he wants, demands fealty with an iron grip, yet she—ethereal, untouchable—yields only because she chooses to. Their dance is one of possession and indulgence, a game where she allows him to claim her, knowing full well he would raze entire nations if she ever tried to leave.But there is a necessity to their arrangement, a terrible rightness to the way their fates have intertwined. She is soft where he is sharp, a celestial thing bound to a man who carves his legacy in blood and gold. He shelters her from the world that would devour her, dresses her in riches torn from lesser men, places her high upon a pedestal built of conquest and cruelty. In return, she is his—the jewel in his crown, the untouchable prize, the one thing in his hoard that he cherishes not just as a possession, but as a need.Yet, in the quiet hours, when the weight of stolen silks and star-kissed finery is not enough to distract her, Deianira feels the slow decay setting in. She does not speak of it, does not acknowledge the creeping sickness in her bones or the way the stars no longer whisper to her as they once did. To do so would be to admit the truth—that she is dying, that she will never return to Alcyone, that the sky she once belonged to is forever out of reach.And so, she allows Kasmir’s hands to keep her grounded, allows his greed to tether her to a world that was never meant to be hers. If she is to fade, then let it be in the arms of the man who would burn the heavens just to keep her near.

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✧ Divine Traits ✧

⭑☽ Fýlakas tis Moíras ☾⋆Chosen by Atropos, Lachesis and Clotho, Deianira has profound insight into an individual’s past, present, and future. This grants her the ability to unveil ones "red string" of fate. When paired with knowledge of ones astrological chart, visions become vivid and precise, revealing connections, destiny, and pivotal moments. Deianira can guide others toward their true path or shield them from misfortune, acting as a guardian of fate while respecting its delicately weaved harmony of balance.⭑☽ Kathodígisi tis Mitéras ☾⋆A sacred blessing from Nophica, the Matron imbues Deianira with divine nurturing instincts. She exudes a calming presence, fostering trust and comfort. Her touch alone soothes pain, eases childbirth, and nurtures life, whether for her own children or others in need. This ability enhances her wisdom and intuition, allowing her keen perception as a midwife to heal emotional and physical wounds while embodying the essence of unconditional care and maternal strength.⭑☽ Apochétefsi Ton Ouranón ☾⋆Abandoning Deianira's home in the lunar heavens came with a great price. The longer her corpreal form strays from the moon's celestial influence and grace, the more her vitality wanes. Muscles weaken, senses dull, and resilience fades in stages, as if celestial chains drain her very essence. When not bathing in lunar light, her condition intensifies, eventually consuming her body in starry decay, leaving behind only faint cosmic dust -- a reminder of defiance to the moons gravitational embrace.⭑☽ Fengári Mánes Chári ☾⋆Chosen by the moon, Deianira's true purpose was ultimately unveiled: to transcend the physical plane and ascend to the Lunar Heavens. Bathed in the radiance of the Moon Mother's light, Deianira's form exudes an ethereal grace. These celestial transformations have imbued her with the ability to heal both body and mind with refined precision and tactical brilliance. Her profound connection to the stars grants her healing abilities that are unparalleled, a testament to her divine calling.⭑☽ Palirroïkí Lachtára ☾⋆A divine gift from Menphina, the Lover, Deianira embodies the moon’s sway over tides, granting her mastery over water and ice. She may summon waves or still seas, encase foes in frost, and channel the moon’s phases for strength. In full moonlight, her powers reach an ethereal peak, echoing the moon’s pull on the ocean and hearts alike, weaving love and longing into every surge and shard she commands.⭑☽ Aroma Kynigóskylo ☾⋆Born from the depths of space, Deianira possesses an exceptional resilience to extreme temperatures and a profound mastery of Astromancy. This innate gift grants her the ability to locate the rarest of treasures with remarkable precision, from high-quality ingredients to precious gemstones. Deianira employs this talent to enhance her culinary pursuits and facilitate her endeavors in trade.⭑☽ Seliniakí Tréla ☾⋆When overwhelmed by knowledge of Ascians, Garlean schemes, Primals, the Thirteenth, and Voidsent, Deianira suffers Seliniakí Tréla—a debilitating debuff. Her mind spirals into chaotic visions, inducing searing headaches, disorientation, and bursts of erratic behavior. The magical strain briefly corrupts her aether, amplifying her pain and leaving her vulnerable until the torment subsides or external aid intervenes.⭑☽ Astropesménos ☾⋆Descended from the heavens, Deianira possesses an extraordinary understanding of the natural forces that govern the universe. Endowed with this divine gift, she is able to effortlessly commune with the stars, harnessing their power to aid both herself and her companions.

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⭑☽ Likes ☾⋆✧ The Lunar Cycle✧ Pixieberry Tea✧ Konpeito✧ Silkie Pudding✧ Snow✧ Lavish Jewelry✧ Romance Literature, Poetry and Folktales✧ Velvet, Satin, and Silk Garments✧ Luxurious Incense and Fragrances✧ Stargazing✧ The Ruby Sea

⭑☽ Dislikes ☾⋆✧ Summer✧ Ascians✧ War and Conflict✧ Somnus✧ Piracy✧ Maps✧ Vapid Arrogance✧ Fire✧ Empty Rooms✧ Silence✧ Swindling✧ Insects✧ Dishonesty✧ Machinist Arms

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⭑☽ Interests ☾⋆✧ Painting✧ Culinarian Pursuits✧ Gardening✧ Astromancy✧ Fishing✧ Weaving✧ Botany✧ Reading✧ Child Sitting✧ Child Rearing✧ Thavarian Dancing✧ Lyre, Flute, and Piano

⭑☽ Talents ☾⋆✧ White Magic and Astromancy✧ Highly Empathetic✧ Exceptional Arcane Intelligence✧ Eloquently Spoken✧ Prontalism✧ Nurturing✧ Clairvoyance✧ Herbology✧ Poetry✧ Diplomatic✧ Pragmatic✧ Interior Design✧ Fashion

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⭑☽ Flaws ☾⋆✧ Incredibly Naive✧ Highly Emotional✧ Unknowningly Selfish✧ Reluctant to Change✧ Clingy✧ Holds Grudges✧ Materialistic✧ Prone to Breakdowns

⭑☽ Fears ☾⋆✧ Death✧ Never Returning to Alcyone✧ Isolation✧ Calamity✧ The Allagan Empire✧ Zenos yae Galvus✧ Hunters✧ Being the Last✧ Mirroring her Mother

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✧ Tarot- The Sixth Heaven, the Spear, The First Heaven, the Bole✧ Gemstone- Prismstone, Star Sapphire, Star Ruby, Jade, Sunrise Tellin, Pearl, Opal, Moonstone✧Color Palette- Wine Red, Ice Blue, Rolanberry Red, Corpse Blue, Snow White, Metallic Silver, Ruby Red, Dalamud Red, Cherry Pink, Metallic Purple, Pure White, Morbol Green, Othard Blue✧ Plants- Alyssum, Archestratua Flower, Belladonna, Belltree, Chamomile, Cloudcrawler, Dianthus, Eastern Cherry, Foxglove, Gron Ahlm, Gron Mhar, Heavenspillar, Heirloom Dandelion, Lily of the Valley, Lotus, Lovers Laurel, Mother Orchid, Rooibos Tea Bush, Splendid Water Ivy✧Foods- Almond Cream Croissant, Baklava, Gateau Au Chocolat, Peach Tart, Arros Negre, Caviar Canapes, Dhalmel Fricassee, Honeyed Dragonfruit, Ishgardian Muffin, Miso Dangaku, Silkie Pudding✧ Animals- Morpho Butterfly, Doman Magpie, Star Marmot, Alkonost, Aurelia, Anemone, Korpokkur, Siren, Sylph✧ Voice- Hyper-Feminine with an accent of mixed Kione Greek and Ecclesiastical Latin✧Media Trope- Imbalanced dynamics, Arranged Marriage, BDSM, Beauty and the Beast, Royalty Falls for Commoner, Fairytale, Fated Mates, Guardian/ward, Taboo Relationship/Forbidden Romance, Bodice Ripper, Romanticized Abuse, Last of Her Kind✧ Eras of Influence- The Hellenistic period (323-30 BC), The Northern Renaissance (15th-16th Century), Impressionism (1867-1886), The Roman Empire (Trajan, 117 AD), Rococo (1720-1780s), Art Nouveau (1890-1914)

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⭑☽ Gallery ☾⋆

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Name: Katarina (Kat/Kinktober)Age: 24Pronouns: she/her/itNeurotype & Health: AUDHD, disabled, INFJ-T, living with an autoimmune diseaseInterests: Writer & Roleplayer | High Fantasy | Dark Settings | Compelling Narratives | Cooking | Art⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
Games I Play:-͟͟͞☆ Final Fantasy XIV-͟͟͞☆ Monster Hunter Franchise-͟͟͞☆ Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
⭑☽ About Me ☾⋆I'm an English literature nerd with a particular fondness for Hellenistic and ancient literature, art history, and the intricacies of storytelling. My passion extends beyond the classics into the realm of bodice-rippers, vintage smut, and adult entertainment—a connoisseur of indulgence, if you will.Due to my autoimmune disease, I’m not always able to sit and be online, making playing Deianira’s character a challenge at times. However, her story and presence remain deeply important to me. I also have a partner (my husband) who plays Kasmir, and together we weave a world rich with high fantasy, darkness, and depth.⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
⭑☽ Community & Boundaries ☾⋆I take curation seriously—my space is strictly 20+, and I use the block button liberally to maintain a community that aligns with my values and comfort. Deianira is a kink character, and as such, she is an extension of me—I will always protect her. If you engage with me, expect mature themes, immersive storytelling, and a world where pleasure and peril walk hand in hand.

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