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Posted: Wed, 17/07/2024 23:44 (1 Year ago)
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Callistus & Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Matricaria chamomilla ⁺₊✧
Chamomile | a symbol of mercy
With a confident and charismatic smile, Callistus effortlessly handles the swarm of the press following him as he makes his way toward the grand entrance of the House of Illusions. As the former director of this prestigious establishment, it is his second pride and joy, surpassed only by his family. The flashing cameras eagerly capture his every move, highlighting his sharp features and youthful appearance, like a fine wine that only gets better with age. Despite being in his late forties, Callistus still exudes youthful energy and charm, much like he did during his days as director of the highly esteemed company located in the heart of the city.
As he runs a hand through the thick, dark tangle of hair - not a single strand of silver in sight - Callistus can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He remembers the days when he was at the helm of the lionized company, and how he would entertain his entourage with his playful charm and wit. Even now, he continues to do so, as if time has stood still for him. However, a subtle glance at his watch reveals that he is acutely aware of the passing time. He’s late and he’s kept her waiting.
Bidding his goodbyes to the paparazzi, Callistus turns on his heel and enters the agency, the security at the doors preventing anyone from following him further. The quietness of the lobby was a soothing contrast to the chaos outside. On a typical day, it would usually be just as bustling inside; however, being Father’s Day, many had made other plans to spend their day. Despite the serene music that played in the background, he was anxious. He knew what would be coming and it didn’t take long to spot the blonde’s sullen face and glare that pierced straight through him. It wasn’t every day that Estella went out of her way to call and suggest catching up, and he’d already ruined that for her.
His smile doesn’t falter as he strolls up to her, a master of masking his more vulnerable side with positivity, unlike his daughter who - while makes an attempt - does so in a more callous manner. The air is tense and the silence is loud, something Callistus had been forced to adjust to while in her presence. Keen eyes notice the uncomfortable shift of her weight, the roll of her eyes, and the way her chest falls as if letting out a breath she’d been holding in for who-knows how long. The sorry sight alone was enough to make him feel guilty, and she hadn’t even muttered a single word to him yet.
“I’m sorry,” are the first words to leave his lips, nothing but sincere, as he gazes down at the young woman, who is at least half a foot shorter than him.
Estella stubbornly refuses to pay him any heed, her gaze locked onto the cold marble floor beneath her feet. He lets out a muted sigh, but knows all too well that his niceties alone aren’t enough to win her over - she’s always been a bit petty like that, in the recent years. Instead, Callistus tenderly takes her chin between his fingers, gently lifting her face to look at him. She has his eyes. Except they now hold a bitterness that he has never been able to pinpoint the source of.
“You’re late,” she eventually mumbles, her tone flat with annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.
“I know, I’m sorry. You know how they can be out there,” he laughs, gesturing back at the entrance, but promptly composes himself when she doesn’t find amusement in his excuse. “Forgive me, Stelle?”
Callistus opens his arms, leaving it completely up to her to accept his invitation for a hug. To his surprise, after a short-lived staredown, she gingerly steps into his arms, pressing her forehead to his chest and wrapping her arms around him. He can’t see her expression, but the stiffness in her body language remains. Nonetheless, Callistus cherishes their minute together, rubbing reassuring circles into her back. The moment is fleeting as Estella is the first to pull away, her face slightly more relaxed than before, although her frown lingered.
Tugging on the sleeves of her sweater - a common hint of her uneasiness for those observant enough - her lips part to speak, only for no words to come out. She bites her lip. Her eyes darted around the lobby, wary of a few pairs of prying eyes furtively observing the two of them. Estella spins around, suddenly, the suede ankle boots on her feet creating a dull thud with each step as she makes a beeline for the elevator, only stopping to wordlessly motion for her father to follow. Without hesitation - and no questions asked - Callistus obediently follows.
Although the ride to their destination wasn’t long, the stillness made it feel like an eternity. It was as if they were strangers, standing together in the small space. He watches her from the corner of his eye: she still won’t look at him. Usually, Callistus wouldn’t stand for such awkwardness, happy to make light conversation with just about everyone he meets; but, it was different with Estella. For her, as much as it killed him to see her like this, he’d wait for her to come around on her own terms. Perhaps he did poke and prod at her a little too much, embarrassing her in front of her colleagues - he’d endure her rebuking at the end of it all. Callistus was just grateful that she hadn’t pushed him away completely.
“Thanks for coming.”
The elevator pings and the doors slide open to reveal a space familiar to him. Isolated from the rest of the apartments belonging to the resident models and staff, the penthouse was an exclusive area with access only via the master key to be held by the Director, themselves. It acted as, both, a living space and personal office, once his, now his daughter’s. The midday sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an almost blinding light as it reflects off the scarcely decorated white walls. Estella steps out first.
“Make yourself at home. You know where everything is, yeah?”
Callistus can’t help but chuckle at her attempt to remain formal in his presence, watching her figure disappear into another room. He settles down on the couch in the lounge, the pristine white fabric pairing with the overall sleek minimalist style of the suite. A vase of fresh lilies sits on the kitchen counter, their vibrancy adding a splash of life to the otherwise blank canvas: just how he’d intentionally left it for her when he handed the position over to her. Some part of him had hoped Estella would have made the space her own by now. At the same time, he was never sure what to expect, when it came to his daughter. However, he took the lack of change as a sign that she had settled.
“No Ray?” he calls out to initiate conversion, his eyes sweeping around the suite’s reception.
He wasn’t sure if Estella had heard him over whatever she was rummaging through in the other room, but a blunt reply eventually came, “No, she’s busy.”
Finally reemerging, Estella holds out a small delicately wrapped box for him to take, before perching on the opposite side of the couch. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, one of awe with a hint of mischief. Callistus glances up at her to find her eyes boring into him, filled with anticipation as she waits for his reaction to the gift. Any teasing comment on the tip of his tongue - he bites back, not wanting to ruin the moment anymore for her. With precise movements, Callistus tears away at the paper, taking great care to keep the mess minimal. He pauses when he’s met with a plain black box.
“Open it then,” she snaps, clearly becoming impatient.
At her command, Callistus quickly complies, lifting the top to uncover a pocket watch that lay snugly in the velvet interior, its golden surface glinting in the light. Mesmerized, his fingers trace the intricate designs etched into the metal, cool to the touch, each line and curve a testament to the unparalleled skill and artistry that went into its creation. His fingertips pause to linger over a star-like detail. It couldn’t be a coincidence - he believed. Stars had always been a symbol of her, since her birth, named after them, even. Estella. Étoile. It didn’t matter. In his eyes, she was always going to be his baby, regardless of how far they’d drifted.
“Well? Do you like it?
“Stelle, I already have a watch,” he lifts his wrist, his sleeve dropping ever so slightly to show off the gold-plated band on his wrist.
Estella rolls her eyes, turning away from him as she sighs in defeat.
“Yeah, well, maybe a second one will help you with your time management and, you know, not be late,” she chides back, adding on a snarky reminder.
Callistus' lips twisted into a pout, reminiscent of a sulky child. His eyes widen, pleading like a puppy. The sight of a grown man resorting to such behavior was almost comical, yet equally as absurd.
"But, ma Étoile, I've apologized for that, already. You still can't forgive me? But to answer your question: I do like it, a lot, for that matter. Thank you."
"Good, because I lost the receipt and it would have been a pain to return. It's probably somewhere in my bag, now that I'm thinking about it..."
"Woah, hey now, there's no need for that," Callistus laughs, "Seriously though, Stelle, I love it. You don't need to return anything."
Nodding silently in appreciation, Estella stands up, combing back the soft curls of her hair from her face. As she spares him a glance, Callistus takes note of the much darker roots - her natural shade - that had begun to blend with the ash-blonde color. Admittedly, he had never been too knowledgeable about fashion, relying on the expertise of his stylists when it came to dressing the models of Illusion Studios, so he wasn't sure if the look was trendy or just simply casual. He's not aware of the smirk that graces his face as he remembers the time when Estella first bleached her hair in her teens, only to brood for weeks after, when her hair turned out bright orange.
"Stop staring at me like that, it's weird," Estella huffs, narrowing her gaze at him, "Do you want a drink? I bought a bottle of that red you like."
She saunters off toward the kitchen, retrieving the pricey bottle and two glasses from a cabinet that contained various other bottles of half-empty liquors. Estella didn't typically drink wine, finding it either too dry or too fruity for her palette. But as a "borderline" (in her words) alcoholic, she'd indulge with him - it was his favourite, his go-to whenever they dined out. Alcohol was alcohol, at the end of the day, and it had become a coping agent that she depended on a little too much. She'd need it, however. Not just to put up with her father's immature antics, but to build up the courage to finally address the elephant in the room: the real reason that she'd suggested catching up.
Estella takes her time getting everything together, the wine and corkscrew in one hand, the glasses in the other. Callistus' face softens at the sight, as she approaches.
"You're spoiling me, Stelle," to which, she places everything down on the coffee table and tosses the corkscrew into his lap so that he could have the honour of opening it.
"It's not much, really, but I figured spending the day with your favourite child would be the best gift," she shrugs, flashing a mordant grin.
"You're my only child, that I know of, anyway," he says casually, Estella cringing at his suggestiveness, "But I'd love you all equally. As much as you hate me sometimes, today has shown me you have a heart in there somewhere."
"Yeah, somewhere..." she mutters to herself.
"I mean it," Callistus confirms with a much sterner yet adoring stare, "I appreciate everything you've done and I know you've had some reckless moments, but don't we all? I'm thankful to know that you're definitely my child, ma p’tite Étoile."
The atmosphere suddenly shifts and the air becomes thick with an uncomfortable silence. Estella squirms in her seat, forcing a smile that's notably affected by her father's sappiness. Sensing the tension, Callistus takes that as his queue to open the wine. There's an audible 'pop' as the cork is released and he proceeds to pour them both a small glass of the deep red liquid, before raising his to toast.
"To your favourite father?"
"To my only father, that I know of, anyway," Mocking him with her words, she picks up her own glass and tilts it to meet his, creating an airy clink as they touch, "Joyeuse fête Papa."
Hesitantly, she swirls the wine in her glass, a lithe finger circling the rim, before bringing it to her lips. The tartness causes her face to contort in distaste, and her body to shudder as she swallows. Callistus struggles to hold back his amusement as he observes her reaction, reclining back onto the couch to sip at his own drink leisurely.
"So, tell me, Stelle, how's the company been treating you so far?"
For the next few hours, they found themselves engaged in business talk - not how Estella had planned for the day to go, but it distracted her from the horrid aftertaste that coated the back of her throat, nonetheless. Nothing but praise for those that she worked with left her mouth: there was no way she was going to mention the creepy staff or the obvious issues of his prized models. She didn't want to make him feel bad - not that his ignorance would agree with her anyway - especially on Father's Day, which also had her re-thinking the whole purpose of inviting him here. It wasn't just to give him a gift or share a bottle of his favourite wine with him. She'd hoped to finally give him the consolation he often pressed for about her sudden attitude towards him.
But, by now, the bottle was almost empty and the golden rays of the sunset filtered into the space. Callistus had noticed her become increasingly quiet, spacing out mid-conversation. A rosy tint paints her skin. The alcohol had begun to take over. She shouldn't be tipsy: Estella wasn't a lightweight. She hadn't eaten yet - she'd been too anxious this morning. Staring at nothing in particular, her hands tremble as she picks at the polish on her nails. She feels nauseous.
"Stelle..?"
There's concern in his voice, yet she can't bring herself to look at him, she'd cry.
She's already crying.
"I'm sorry," are the only words she can choke out.
"For what? Stelle - breathe."
He's left utterly confused - terrified - but his arms are wrapped around her protectively within seconds as his words fail to calm her. Callistus pets her hair, hushing her gently, as she cries into his chest. His heart sinks. He can't ever recall a time he'd witnessed her in such a state, other than the day she abruptly stated her resignation from modeling. Letting her cry it out, all he can do is hold her. Estella's sobs eventually quieten. He doesn't get the chance to question her further: She'd fallen asleep in his embrace.
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Posted: Wed, 31/07/2024 00:28 (1 Year ago)
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Callistus
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ What daddy doesn't know... ⁺₊✧
In the quieter corners of his mind,
A father stands, bewildered and lost,
His child, once so full of light and grace,
Now cloaked in shadows, bitter and cold.
He remembers the days of laughter and joy,
Watching as she twirled and spun,
A vision of beauty and confidence,
A star in the making, poised to shine.
But the world can be cruel and unforgiving,
And in a moment of darkness,
Her innocence was stolen, her spirit shattered,
Leaving behind a broken soul, wounded and scarred.
"I don't understand what happened to you."
He longs to reach out, to hold her close,
To mend the pieces of her fractured heart,
But she pushes him away, consumed by anger and pain,
Her once bright eyes are now dull and distant.
Yet still he stands, a pillar of strength,
Watching and waiting, holding onto hope,
That one day she may find her way back to the light,
And once again dance with elegance and joy.
For he is a father, unwavering in his love,
And though the road may be long and hard,
He will walk beside her, steadfast and true,
Guiding her through the twilight, back to herself.
What daddy doesn't know, won't hurt him: That's what Estella tells herself, anyway.
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Posted: Wed, 31/07/2024 11:25 (1 Year ago)
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Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Character Sheet ⁺₊✧
Playlist
✧ Theme Song - Sweet but Psycho - Ava Max
_____✧ Etymology
Giovana - jee·oh·vah·nah
Originally a feminine Italian name, meaning “God is gracious.”
Is often referred to as “Gia” or simply “G”.
✧ Demographics
★ Date of Birth: October 2nd | ★ Star Sign: Libra | ★ Age: 24 years old
★ Gender: Female | ★ Pronouns: She/Her | ★ Sexuality: Pansexual
★ Nationality: Venezuelan | ★ Place of Birth: Caracas, Venezuela
✧ Introduction
"Hmm..? Let's just say I know your director very well, and leave it as that, okay~?"
Giovana De la Cruz's journey to the top is a testament to the intoxicating power of desire: a desire for wealth, fame, and validation. Born in Caracas, Venezuela, she was ripped from the embrace of her family shortly after arriving in the United States, and thrown into a foster system that failed to offer any semblance of stability or love. Though reminded many times that she should have been thankful for the bare necessities provided to her under the temporary roofs over her head, Giovana's heart simmered with bitterness and a resenting gaze often fell on those with what she lacked. It was not fair.
Her adolescent years were marked by relentless bullying, which ultimately shaped her into someone unrecognizable— a hard-edged, untouchable mean girl determined to rise above the pain. Through this transformation, she learned the art of manipulation, and how to play on others' insecurities to climb the social ladder. Her indifference became a weapon that Giovana used with confident precision, and those who dared to cross her quickly found themselves used, discarded, and left behind.
It was upon entering college that Giovana’s sharpened instincts led her to Estella Blake, a former model who had once enjoyed fame and fortune but was now grappling with her own vulnerabilities. After spying an opportunity, Giovana struck, worming her way into Estella's life by exploiting her weakness, a cunning mixture of flattery and empathy. It was all that was needed to spark a connection that served as a safety net for them both, but more importantly, the power and luxury that Giovana gained in return. In turn, this led Estella deeper into a spiral of bad habits, her vitality unravelling, as Giovana’s became lustrous.
Giovana is left to fend for herself once more when Estella disappears. It's not an issue; she is quickly replaced by many short-lived flings, which Giovana continues to capitalise on. It's only when Estella's name pops up again - in a magazine article announcing her rise as Illusion Studios' director - that Giovana found herself stalking the prey that had slipped from her claws once already. Using her charm, and the guise of wanting to rekindle their old friendship, she manages to weasel herself into the company, securing herself a spot as a model, despite having no experience (or any documented employment history, for that matter).
Seemingly arriving out of nowhere, she captures the world's gaze shrouded by mystery and allure, where few know her name, and even fewer know the woman behind her magnetic smile. However, Giovana never lets herself be rattled by questions fired at her about her rapid advancement. Instead, she grasps them as opportunities to highlight herself amongst the others, carefully selecting her answers and tone based on who's asking and what she can gain from them.
✧ Appearance
Giovana embodies striking beauty with an undeniable allure that commands attention wherever she goes. Her features reflect her Latin-American heritage, with a blend of sharpness and softness that makes her unforgettable. Her face is framed by sleek, jet-black hair that cascades in loose waves down her back, exuding sophistication and femininity. The depth of her dark, almond-shaped eyes draws people in, carrying a captivating intensity and a hint of enigma that belies her calculating nature.
Her skin is a warm, sun-kissed caramel tone, flawlessly smooth and glowing with vitality—a result of a rigorous beauty regimen and access to the best skincare the industry offers. Her high cheekbones and subtly defined jawline add an edge of regal elegance to her youthful face, while her full, rose-tinted lips seem perpetually poised in a slightly knowing smile. Standing at 5'8", Giovana possesses a statuesque presence that complements her career in the modelling world. Her figure is a harmonious balance of slenderness and soft curves, tailored to the standards of high fashion yet undeniably feminine. She knows how to accentuate her assets with deliberate precision, whether she’s walking the runway or making an entrance at a high-profile event.
Her wardrobe is a curated collection of high-end brands and luxury designers, each piece carefully chosen to convey status and style. Even her casual looks are carefully constructed to appear effortlessly chic. Giovana favours sleek, form-fitting dresses in bold, monochromatic tones, paired with statement accessories like oversized gold hoops, diamond chokers, or a designer clutch. She is often seen in sky-high stilettos that add an extra edge to her already commanding height. Her love for luxury doesn’t stop at her clothing; her nails are always perfectly manicured, usually in neutral, and her makeup is expertly applied, emphasizing her natural beauty. Winged eyeliner, subtly contoured cheekbones, and a glossy nude lip are her signatures.
✧ Personality
★ Personality type (MBTI): ENTP | ★ Personality type (Enneagram): 3w4 | ★ Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
A woman of dualities, a magnetic presence crafted through resilience, ambition, and an unyielding desire for success. Beneath her polished exterior lies a complex interplay of charm, cunning, and concealed vulnerability—a persona meticulously curated to thrive in a world that has often denied her stability and love. Born out of adversity, Giovana’s personality is a testament to her adaptability and calculated ambition, making her both an admired figure and a cautionary tale within the elite world of fashion.
Socially adaptive and confident, she navigates the intricate web of human interactions with effortless poise, leaving an impression of sophistication and charisma. Her relaxed demeanour lends her an air of unshakable composure, even in the high-pressure world of Illusion Studios. At her core, she is purposeful, channelling her energy toward her goals with laser-like focus. These qualities form the foundation of her charisma, making her an undeniable force in any room she enters, securing her a position of influence in both professional and social spheres.
A nuance: her fiercely competitive spirit, which fuels her craving to outshine others, but this same trait often borders on ruthless ambition. Her personality is a tapestry of contradictions—at times empathetic, at others coldly pragmatic—depending on what serves her purpose. Frugal to a fault, Giovana’s relationship with wealth is steeped in her past struggles, yet she paradoxically indulges in conspicuous displays of luxury to project an image of success. She also avoids long-term emotional commitments, preferring to keep relationships transactional and transient, ensuring that no one can hold power over her.
The darker side of Giovana is kept buried beneath an ever-changing, yet carefully constructed facade - whatever is required to match the expectations of her company. This adaptability, while advantageous, often obscures her true self, leaving others to question her authenticity. She thrives on dependence, cultivating relationships that serve her needs while ensuring others remain emotionally or professionally tethered to her. Selfish and unprincipled, Giovana’s moral compass aligns solely with her ambitions, and she is unafraid to manipulate or exploit those around her to achieve her ends. Her actions often blur the line between strategic brilliance and ethical decay.
✧ About: Illusion Studios
The agency’s elite reputation aligns perfectly with her need to project success and superiority. A stage where she can amplify her carefully constructed persona and a system she can manipulate to climb higher, but also a game board, where the right moves can grant her long-term dominance. It's her golden ticket to wealth, power, and fame - practically handed to her on a golden platter. But while she may exude loyalty to the agency outwardly, Giovana ultimately sees Illusion Studios as a means to an end. Its prestige and resources are tools for her own rise, not a cause she is emotionally attached to. She would defend the agency’s reputation if it benefits her, but she wouldn’t hesitate to jump ship or betray it if a better opportunity arose.
Giovana approaches her colleagues with calculated detachment. To her, they are rivals, assets, or obstacles, depending on how they fit into her plans. She rarely sees them (or anyone) as equals or friends; instead, she maintains superficial relationships designed to keep them either off-guard or subtly undermine them. Giovana is careful to maintain her image as a supportive team member, but this face is purely for self-preservation. Internally, she sees herself as superior to most.
✧ About: Dezerae Li
“Dezerae’s so calm all the time, but don’t you think she’s a little... detached? I mean, it’s great for staying professional, but I wonder if the team feels truly supported.”
Unlike others, Dezerae occupies a dual position that directly interferes with Giovana’s agendas, viewing her as a dangerous obstacle—a rival for Estella’s attention and a barrier to her unchecked influence within Illusion Studios. Despite her distaste for Dezerae, Giovana recognises that she must maintain a cordial relationship on the surface. Giovana treads around her carefully, using a frontage of respect and camaraderie, begrudgingly, to neutralise Dezerae's impact.
✧ About: Estella Blake
“Oh, Estella? She’d crumble if I ever walked away. She knows it, too. That’s why I can... let’s say, negotiate on my own terms. I mean, who else would put up with her highs and lows?”
While Giovana outwardly presents herself as Estella’s loyal ally, she discreetly harbours disdain for Estella’s perceived fragility. However, she is pragmatic enough to understand that Estella’s continued success is tied to her own. In Giovana’s mind, she is the one truly in control of their dynamic. Her relationship with Estella is transactional: she provides Estella with emotional validation and strategic guidance in exchange for professional opportunities and favours within Illusion Studios. For as long as Estella remains useful, Giovana will maintain her role as the supportive confidante.
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Posted: Fri, 30/08/2024 13:17 (11 Months ago)
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Estella Blake
Genshin Impact
✧₊⁺ Lore ⁺₊✧
"Oleanders have attractive flowers, they decorate nature beautifully, but they are poisonous; and a woman is an oleander;
it’s all right to watch her once in a while, but then you must walk away without touching her; if you ever try to taste her even once, you’ll head for hell"
— Mehmet Murat Ildan
Estella
The Wraith with the Verdant Crown
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✧ Demographics★ Date of Birth: June 30th | ★ Age: 23 years old | ★ Model Type: Medium Female
★ Gender: Female | ★ Pronouns: She/Her | ★ Sexuality: Lesbian
★ Region: Fontaine | ★ Vision: Dendro | ★ Weapon: Sword
★ Quality: 5-star | ★ Character Roles: On-Field, DPS
✧ How to Obtain
Event Wish - Beneath the Ivy’s Shadow
4-star Characters - Fischl // Xingqui // Collei
✧ Introduction
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✧ Appearance - (ref)
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✧ Personality
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✧ Early Life
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Posted: Mon, 21/10/2024 02:14 (9 Months ago)
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Estella Blake
Genshin Impact
✧₊⁺ Gameplay Info ⁺₊✧
❀•° Base Stats °•❀
Rarity: ★★★★★
Ascension Level: 6
Level: 90 / 90
Maximum HP: 13,450
ATK: 295
DEF: 837
Elemental Mastery: 0
Maximum Stamina: 240
Ascension Stat Bonus: Dendro DMG Bonus (28.8%)
Team Role: DPS | Weapon Type: Sword
Vision Element: Dendro | Arkhe: Pneuma | Vision Location: Left Hip
A1: Nagadus Emerald Sliver (1) + Rainbow Rose (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (3)
A2: Nagadus Emerald Fragment (3) + ASCC - Coppelius (2) + Rainbow Rose (10) + Whopperflower Nectar (15)
A3: Nagadus Emerald Fragment (6) + ASCC - Coppelius (4) + Rainbow Rose (20) + Shimmering Nectar (12)
A4: Nagadus Emerald Chunk (3) + ASCC - Coppelius (8) + Rainbow Rose (30) + Shimmering Nectar (18)
A5: Nagadus Emerald Chunk (6) + ASCC - Coppelius (12) + Rainbow Rose (45) + Energy Nectar (12)
A6: Nagadus Emerald Gemstone (6) + ASCC - Coppelius (20) + Rainbow Rose (60) + Energy Nectar (24)
Constellation Name: Nerium Indicum | Meaning: Oleander
C1: Scoring a CRIT with Poison Envy increases Estella’s Movement SPD by 15% for 5s.
C2: Enemies within the Jade Garden AoE will have their DEF and Dendro RES decreased by 20%.
C3: Increases the Level of Baneful Blossom by 3. The maximum upgrade level is 15.
C4: Poison Envy gains 1 additional charge. Can now be used 3 times, consecutively.
C5: Increases the Level of Poison Envy by 3. The maximum upgrade level is 15.
C6: When Estella’s HP drops below 20%, for the next 10s, all of her Elemental RES and Physical RES is increased by 200% and her CRIT Rate is increased by 100%. This can happen once every 60s.
Normal Attack: Thorny Desires
Performs up to 5 rapid strikes.
Charged Attack:
Consumes a certain amount of Stamina to unleash 2 rapid sword strikes.
Plunge Attack:
Plunges from mid-air to strike the ground below, damaging opponents along the path and dealing AoE DMG upon impact.
Elemental Skill: Poison Envy
Cool Down: 10s | Energy Generated: 1x2 (Dendro) / 1x3 (at C4)
Performs a forward slash that deals Dendro DMG, inflicting Bleeding Heart on enemies.
Enemies inflicted with Bleeding Heart are bonded to Estella. For 5 seconds, inflicted enemies will continuously lose HP and Estella will regenerate HP based on 50% of the DMG sapped by Bleeding Heart.
This skill can be consecutively used 2 times.
Enters CD if not cast again within a short period.
Elemental Burst: Baneful Blossom
Cool Down: 15s | Energy Required: 70 | Duration: 12s
Estella summons a Jade Garden, dealing an instance of Dendro DMG to nearby enemies.
Whilst in the AoE, Estella receives the following effects:
- Estella will continuously lose HP.
- Estella’s ATK increases by 20% for the duration of her burst.
- Estella's Normal Attacks become imbued with Dendro energy, which cannot be overridden by other elemental infusions.
Jade Garden’s Visuals:
The appearance shifts based on Estella’s HP:
Above 50% HP: The garden is lush, vibrant, and adorned with glowing ivy.
Below 50% HP: The garden is dark, and overgrown with ominous, toxic flowers.
Arkhe (Pneuma):
At certain intervals, when the Jade Garden is summoned, a Spiritbreath Thorn will descend that will pierce opponents, dealing Pneuma-aligned Dendro DMG.
1st Ascension Passive: Critical Condition
Poison Envy’s CRIT Rate is increased by 20%.
4th Ascension Passive: Pheral
Whilst inside Jade Garden’s AoE, Estella gains 100 Elemental Mastery for 10 seconds.
Utility Passive: Lingering Fragrance
When Estella is in the party, your characters will not startle Crystalflies and certain other animals when getting near them.
Ideal Attack Sequence: Elemental Skill > Elemental Burst > Normal Attack
1>2: Teachings of Justice (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (6)
2>3: Guide to Justice (2) + Shimmering Nectar (3)
3>4: Guide to Justice (4) + Shimmering Nectar (4)
4>5: Guide to Justice (6) + Shimmering Nectar (6)
5>6: Guide to Justice (9) + Shimmering Nectar (9)
6>7: Philosophies of Justice (4) + Energy Nectar (4) + Primordial Greenbloom (1)
7>8: Philosophies of Justice (6) + Energy Nectar (6) + Primordial Greenbloom (2)
8>9: Philosophies of Justice (12) + Energy Nectar (9) + Primordial Greenbloom (2)
9>10: Philosophies of Justice (16) + Energy Nectar (12) + Primordial Greenbloom (2) + Crown of Insight (1)
Artifact Set: Diaphanous Demoiselle
Diaphanous: light, delicate, and translucent (especially of fabric); Demoiselle: a young woman
Flower of Life: Marcescent Bloom
Marcescent: ‘withering at the stem’; Bloom (green orchid); symbolizes love, charm, beauty
Plume of Death: Caged Resplendence
Caged: Trapped; Resplendence: bright, beautiful (loosely based on the resplendent quetzal)
Sands of Eon: Thwarted Hour
Thwarted: to prevent someone from accomplishing something; Hour; a measure of time
Goblet of Eonothem: Bittersweet Parfum
Bittersweet: Happiness marked by emotions of suffering or regret Parfum: Fragrance or scent
Circlet of Logos: Crown of Entanglement
Crown (of ivy); Ivy symbolizes dependency and faithfulness; Entanglement: to become twisted together or caught in
2 Piece Effect: HP +20%
4 Piece Effect: After using an Elemental Burst, when the character's HP decreases, their ATK will increase by 10%. This increase can occur this way a maximum of 4 times. This effect can be triggered once every 0.8s,
Weapon Name: Silkweaver
Quality: ★★★★★
Base ATK: 608
CRIT Rate: 33.1%
Fatal Elegance: The character equipped with this weapon has their ATK and Movement SPD increased by 15%. Furthermore, when a Normal Attack strikes an enemy, they become tangled with the "Silk of Mori" effect. At the end of the character's attack sequence, all affected enemies take an additional instance of damage equal to 200% of the wielder's ATK.
Weapon Description: "Spun from the threads of fate and imbued with the secrets of the Silk Moth, the Silkweaver weaves both beauty and death in each strike. Those who fall under its spell are left bound, their fates sealed by a whisper and a blade."
Dish Name: Prismatic Bloom
Quality: ★★★
Type: Recovery Dish
Effect: Restores 30~34% of Max HP and an additional 600~1,900 HP to the selected character.
Ingredients: 1x Milk, 1x Jam, 3x Berry, 1x Mint
Description: "A light yet incredibly sweet dessert. Topped with a whirl of fresh cream, and garnished with mint leaves and a candied Rainbow Rose."
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His Dark Materials
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“The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude.
It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.”
– Khalil Gibran
Blanche
White-tailed Deer (Odocoileus virginianus)
___❀ Etymology
Blanche - blah·n·sh
From a medieval French nickname meaning "white, fair-coloured".
Blanche's name derives from the character, Blanch, in the play 'King John' by William Shakespeare.
While Estella reflects the manipulation and mistreatment Blanch suffered for her family's gain, Blanche represents her resilience and bravery, despite Blanch's young age.
❀ Settling
❀ Stelle is a late bloomer: Blanche settles after Estella turns 16.
❀ Roles-reversed is one way to describe their dynamic, for when Blanche finally settles as a fawn, Estella is at her most vulnerable, struggling with her mental and physical health, which often left her too tired and sick to leave her home. Blanche immediately takes on a nurturing role, becoming her human's emotional crutch during tough times. A fawn for a daemon, as opposed to an adult doe, represents Estella's regression and dependency on another, after a premature fall from her childhood fame.
❀ About: The Fawn - ( ref )
❀ They are a symbol of curiosity, innocence and vulnerability, new beginnings.
❀ Although a newborn fawn can stand and run just hours after birth, it tends to spend its first weeks mostly alone, bedded down, in hiding, only nursing from its mother two or three times a day.
❀ They are born almost completely odourless as their scent glands are not yet developed; A mother doe will leave their fawns alone for several hours at a time so that their scent doesn't rub off on them.
❀ White-tailed deer fawns have a silky reddish-brown coat with hundreds of white spots, which helps them blend in with the forest floor and dappled sunlight.
❀ Fawns don't usually make any noise besides occasionally bleating when distressed; When a fawn detects danger it will remain perfectly still.
❀ Personality - ( ref )
★ MBTI: ISFJ | ★ Enneagram: 9w8 - ( ref )
A drama queen. In an almost constant state of fight or flight, Blanche is a surprisingly loud voice for Estella in the moments that she is unable to assert herself. Despite the fragile form she's settled into, Blanche is fiercely defensive and protective of her human. She is attentive to the details of her surroundings and wary of anything that could pose a threat to them (in other words, everything). Blanche is usually the first of the two to react to the signs, unlike Estella who remains passive where confrontation is required. Very few tend to be prepared for the ear-piercing bleats of protest, her little angry stomps, or her headbutts that insist that you move, immediately, before she resorts to stepping on toes and biting ankles.
Estella, however, thinks Blanche is the sweetest thing. How could you not fall in love with her innocent little face and those big eyes? They're each others' comfort buddies, enjoying evenings spent curled up together, usually with the fawn's head nestled under Estella's own. Blanche is notably incredibly clingy and somewhat selfish when it comes to having Estella's attention. Similar to Estella, Blanche loathes change, new settings and people the spark of her anxiety. Having the fawn as her dæmon reflects Estella's desire for security, as well as the need for emotional care and a nurturing environment to rebuild herself. While Blanche isn't the most intimidating of dæmon, she offers Estella gentleness, whilst vying with danger with the heart of a protective doe and the aggression of a stubborn stag.
❀ Past Forms
Most prominent forms during her early youth childhood career.
__★ Barbary Dove (Streptopelia risoria); symbolizes purity, peace and love.
__★ Eurasian Otter (Lutra lutra); symbolizes playfulness, curiosity and talent.
Most prominent form during the peak of her career.
__★ Mute Swan (Cygnus olor); symbolizes elegance, transformation and dreams.
__★ Eastern Grey Squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis); symbolizes resourcefulness, preparation, and unwavering pursuits.
Most prominent forms after her assault and retirement.
__★ Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos); symbolises innocence, harmlessness and unfair imprisonment.
__★ European Hedgehog (Erinaceus europaeus); symbolises protection, self-preservation and resilience.
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Estella Blake
Fantasy AU!
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or creeps into the old ivy, and plays hide-and-seek with the sunbeams, or haunts some ruined spot, or laughs out of a bright young face.”
— George Augustus Henry Sala
Hedera
The Ivy-Crowned Sovereign
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❀ Etymology
❀ Fae Realm Name: Hedera
Hedera - he.der.a - the Latin name for 'Ivy'.
It is said to derive from the Greek ‘hédra’ or ‘haerere’, meaning to “sit”, which refers to the grasp of its roots.
❀ Demographics
★ Fae Age: info | ★ Human-Presenting Age: 23 years old
★ Gender: Female | ★ Pronouns: She/Her | ★ Sexuality: Lesbian
★ Species: Half-Fae | ★ Sub-Species: Anthousai | ★ Fae Court Origin: Seelie
❀ About: The Anthousai
"I am the ivy that clings to the old stones, the breath of the forest in its quiet moments.
This land speaks to me, and I to it; we are bound in ways beyond your understanding."
The most delicate nymphs: the Anthousai are - though minor in comparison to others - Goddesses of the flowers who are often depicted as ethereal, youthful maidens adorned with hair resembling the blooms of hyacinths. Their life revered not for their beauty solely, but also for their role in nurturing the life around them. They are guardians of the blossoms and springtime is typically when the Anthousai's powers reach their peak, providing the world with bountiful colours. Yet, despite their fragile nature, they are a reminder of the beauty of life. For like the fleeting blooms of a flower, it is a type of beauty that is transient and precious, which must be cherished and protected.
❀ Symbolism of Ivy
Ivy’s ability to flourish in challenging environments has made it a universal symbol of persistence and strength. Whether climbing rough stone walls, covering barren ground, or winding its way through forests, ivy thrives where other plants may falter. This resilience highlights the plant’s ability to endure hardship, adapt to adversity, and ultimately overcome challenges. In literature and art, ivy is often depicted as a plant of quiet strength, clinging to surfaces with an unyielding grip, reminding us of the power of determination and the will to survive.
One of ivy’s most distinctive characteristics is its tendency to cling tightly to trees, buildings, and other structures. This act of clinging has come to symbolize connection, relationships, and interdependence. Ivy’s growth is often intertwined with its surroundings, creating a mutual bond between itself and its host. However, this connection is not always benign. While ivy can provide protection and beauty, it can also dominate and overwhelm, smothering the very life it depends upon. This duality reflects the complex nature of human relationships, where bonds can be both supportive and suffocating, nurturing and consuming.
The slow, deliberate growth of ivy is a powerful metaphor for patience, growth, and transformation. Ivy does not grow hastily but rather takes its time, weaving intricate patterns as it climbs. This quality of measured, steady growth reflects the idea that true transformation takes time and effort. Ivy’s ability to adapt to its environment, growing around obstacles and thriving in unlikely places, mirrors the human capacity for growth and change, even in the face of adversity.
Ivy is an evergreen plant, retaining its lush green leaves throughout all seasons. This enduring quality has made it a symbol of loyalty, fidelity, and enduring love. In ancient times, ivy was associated with marriage and friendship, often used in wreaths and garlands as a representation of steadfast commitment. Its evergreen nature reminds us of the importance of loyalty in relationships, standing by others through the highs and lows, much like ivy persists through harsh winters and scorching summers.
As an evergreen, ivy is also closely tied to the concept of immortality and the eternal cycles of nature. Its perpetual greenness symbolizes the continuity of life, even in the face of death. In many cultures, ivy was seen as a bridge between the mortal and the divine, a plant that transcended the boundaries of life and death. It was often used in funerary rites and seen as a representation of eternal life or the soul’s persistence beyond physical existence. Ivy’s presence on ancient monuments and graves serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring connection between the past and the present.
❀ Personality:
★ MBTI: INFJ | ★ Enneagram: 5w4 | ★ Enneagram: True Neutral
Hedera is, above all, gentle. Her interactions with the flora and fauna she oversees are marked by a quiet tenderness, as though she sees the beauty and significance in even the smallest creatures. This gentleness extends to the rare humans or wanderers she encounters, especially children. Her nickname, "the angel in the woods," speaks to her ethereal aura and the soothing presence she provides to those in need. She offers safety and guidance without expecting anything in return, a reflection of her deeply ingrained protectiveness. For those she deems worthy of her care, she will go to great lengths to shield them, even at the expense of her own limited energy reserves.
However, Hedera’s nature is also deeply detached. Like the ivy she represents, which clings tightly to its environment while remaining indifferent to the structures it envelops, she remains emotionally distant from most beings. This detachment is partly a defense mechanism, born from years of solitude and a wary mistrust of humans. Her pragmatic outlook reinforces this, as she prioritizes the well-being of her domain above all else. While she feels the pain of the natural world acutely, she has learned to accept its cyclical nature, even when it comes at great personal cost.
Her mystery is another defining aspect of her personality. To outsiders, Hedera is an enigma, a figure shrouded in myths and whispers. Her ethereal glow, her cryptic speech, and her rare appearances in the mortal world all contribute to an air of otherworldliness. This mystique is not something she cultivates intentionally but is a byproduct of her reclusive tendencies and her inability—or unwillingness—to connect fully with others.
Yet, Hedera’s insightfulness is unparalleled. Her long existence has granted her a deep understanding of both the natural world and the emotional currents that drive living beings. She can discern hidden motives and see through deception with ease, though this often makes her judgmental. She views the world through a lens of moral clarity that can be unyielding, particularly when it comes to those who harm her domain. Her judgments are swift, and her mercy is scarce for those she deems unworthy.
This judgmental streak feeds into her vengeful tendencies. While Hedera is slow to anger, any betrayal or attack on her domain ignites a wrath that is as enduring as it is fierce. She is not one to forgive easily, and her methods of retribution are often poetic in their severity, mirroring the cyclical balance of nature: those who harm will, in turn, be harmed. Her stubbornness only deepens this resolve. Once she has made a decision, it is nearly impossible to sway her, for better or worse.
Hedera’s fragility is perhaps her most tragic trait. Her role as a guardian and her connection to the natural world drain her energy over time, leaving her physically and emotionally depleted. This fragility is not a weakness but a testament to the immense burdens she carries. It also fuels her resilience; despite her limitations, she continues to fulfill her duties with quiet determination. She endures because she must, not for herself, but for the life she is bound to protect.
❀ Appearance:
"I was crying because I got lost, but then I saw her—She was standing by the big oak tree, and the sunlight made her look all golden and glowing. She didn’t say anything, but when I looked at her, I felt like everything would be okay. She didn’t even have to touch me; I just knew she’d make sure I got home."
Even without the traditional wings or exaggerated features of folklore, Hedera’s appearance radiates an otherworldly grace that distinguishes her as a fae. Standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall, her willowy frame embodies both delicacy and ethereal beauty, giving her the impression of a being not entirely tethered to the mortal world. Her posture is poised, movements fluid and deliberate, and though wingless, Hedera carries herself with an air of weightlessness, her presence exuding a quiet authority that commands respect and awe. Whether bathed in the dappled sunlight of her forest or cloaked in twilight shadows, she appears as an extension of the natural world, embodying its beauty, resilience, and mystery.
Her hazel eyes are the most captivating aspect of her visage, carrying a subtle warmth that belies her otherwise detached demeanour. Flecked with earthy tones of green and gold, they seem to reflect the forest itself, as though the life of the ivy she governs flows through her very gaze. Framing her face are soft, shoulder-length locks of platinum blonde hair that curls gently at the edges. Interwoven with small ivy leaves and delicate flowers, her hair appears to be styled and naturally adorned by the flora she nurtures.
Hedera’s skin possesses a luminous quality, an almost imperceptible glow that earned her the nickname "the angel in the woods." This faint shimmer is not blinding but soft, like moonlight filtering through leaves, accentuating her ethereal nature without overwhelming her otherwise human-like appearance. Her features are delicate and harmonious, with high cheekbones and a faintly pointed chin, giving her a timeless elegance. Her attire reflects her connection to nature, with flowing garments made of sheer, layered fabrics in shades of ivory and gold. The fabric appears to shift and shimmer, catching the light in a way that suggests it was spun from morning dew or sunlight. The simplicity of her clothing contrasts with its intricate design, mirroring the balance of fragility and strength found in her personality.
❀ General Nymph Abilities
__★ Ecological Manipulation and Empathy:
Hedera’s deep bond with the environment allows her to influence and manipulate the ecosystems within her domain. This ability enables her to restore withered plants, foster rapid growth, and maintain a harmonious balance in nature. Her empathy extends to all living things, allowing her to sense the emotional and physical well-being of plants, animals, and even humans who enter her realm. For instance, she can intuitively know if a tree is diseased or if a person is anxious.
__★ Personal Domain:
Hedera’s personal domain is a mystical forest, thriving under her care and brimming with vibrant flora. The domain acts as an extension of her will—an enchanted space where she can alter the environment to suit her needs. For example, paths can rearrange themselves to guide or confuse intruders, flowers may bloom to send messages, and vines can rise to protect her or entrap trespassers. While her domain offers her security and power, it also serves as a sanctuary for the lost, should she choose.
__★ Semi-Immortality:
As a nymph, Hedera possesses a form of immortality. While she is not immune to harm, her life is tied to the health of the natural world around her, particularly the ivy that symbolizes her essence. So long as her forest thrives, she does as well, regenerating from injuries that would be fatal to mortals. However, if her environment suffers—whether from human interference or natural decay—her vitality wanes.
__★ Supernatural Beauty:
Hedera’s beauty is otherworldly, marked by an ethereal glow and features that embody the perfection of nature. Her presence evokes awe and reverence, often described as angelic by humans who see her. This beauty isn’t just physical but also spiritual, radiating an aura of peace and wonder. However, her beauty can also act as a double-edged sword, unintentionally attracting unwanted attention or inciting envy.
__★ Zoolingualism:
Hedera’s ability to communicate with animals highlights her role as a caretaker of all living things. Birds, insects, and mammals within her forest heed her call and assist her when needed. For example, she may send a flock of sparrows to guide a lost traveler or rely on a fox to scout intruders. This connection with wildlife emphasizes her harmonious relationship with the natural world, as the creatures see her as both their guardian and a part of their ecosystem.
❀ Anthousai-Specific Abilities
__★ Flower Manipulation:
Hedera can command flowers to bloom, wither, or release intoxicating scents that evoke specific emotions or effects. These flowers can act as defensive or offensive tools, releasing sleep-inducing spores or creating illusions to confuse threats. Hedera often uses this ability in subtle ways—decorating her forest with blooms that mirror her mood or communicating through the appearance of certain flowers. For example, a path of lilies might signal peace, while wilting roses serve as a warning to trespassers.
__★ Flower Mimicry:
In moments of danger or when wishing to remain hidden, Hedera can blend seamlessly into her surroundings by mimicking a cluster of flowers or vines. This camouflage allows her to observe intruders without being detected or to rest when her energy is depleted.
❀ Combat
★ Warrior Class: Nature Sentinel | ★ Team Role: Controller/Support Specialist
★ Moveset:
__★ Thorned Embrace (Offensive):
Hedera conjures a dense cluster of thorny vines to coil around her enemies, constricting them with crushing force. Each thorn injects a numbing toxin, paralyzing foes temporarily.
__★ Petal Ward (Defensive):
A swirling shield of enchanted petals envelops Hedera or an ally, reducing damage from magic attacks and reflecting a portion of it back to the caster. The petals shimmer with light, briefly blinding enemies who strike it.
__★ Nature's Repose (Support):
Hedera summons a bed of soft moss and flowers under herself or an ally, instantly restoring a significant amount of health. The repose enhances stamina recovery, making it invaluable during prolonged battles.
__★ Enchanted Roots (Crowd Control):
Ghostly roots phase through solid surfaces to reach hidden or distant enemies, dragging them out of concealment.
These roots can also disable mechanical constructs or magical traps by entwining them.
__★ Primordial Bloom (Ultimate):
Hedera channels her life force to awaken an ancient, sentient flower that fights alongside her, attacking enemies with devastating energy beams.
__★ Fae Chorus (Field Utility):
Hedera invokes the voices of the forest, creating an enchanting melody that boosts her allies’ morale, increasing their speed and reducing fatigue. Enemies who hear the song are momentarily disoriented.
★ Combat Strategy:
Control Over Chaos: Hedera prioritizes controlling the battlefield to keep opponents on edge. Hedera thrives in natural settings, where she can draw from the environment to enhance her powers. By altering the terrain and creating hazards, she ensures enemies are always at a disadvantage. In urban or barren areas, her abilities may be limited, forcing her to fight more conservatively. She capitalizes on her semi-immortality by outlasting her foes, wearing them down with relentless environmental effects. Given her fragile stamina, Hedera avoids prolonged confrontations, relying on swift, decisive strikes to turn the tide in her favor.
❀ Headcanons
❀ Hedera takes great pride in maintaining her domain, spending hours tending to the flora. Each plant is like a child to her, and she knows every vine, petal, and leaf as if they were family.
❀ She sees beauty in everything natural, often arranging fallen leaves into intricate patterns or braiding ivy into decorative forms to pass the time.
❀ Hedera’s mood and energy fluctuate with the seasons. Spring invigorates her, while winter leaves her withdrawn and almost dormant, like the ivy she cherishes.
❀ She can “hear” the thoughts of plants and trees, which she interprets as soft, melodic songs.
❀ The flowers Hedera creates often carry symbolic meanings based on her emotions. A blooming rose may represent fleeting happiness, while an unyielding vine could be her stubbornness manifesting physically.
❀ Her faint glow becomes brighter at night, making her appear like a distant star or a spirit when glimpsed through the trees.
❀ Hedera doesn’t consume food in the traditional sense. Instead, she absorbs energy from the sun like a plant. In times of stress, she relies on her environment for strength, which can leave the surrounding flora temporarily withered.
❀ Hedera’s personal domain features a "throne" - more like a swinging hammock - made entirely of twisting ivy and blooming flowers, which shifts and grows with her emotions. When she’s at peace, it’s adorned with delicate blossoms; when she’s upset, it becomes dark and overgrown, like a cage.
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❀ Greetings (to a child):
"Did the flowers call you here? They have a way of luring curious hearts. Stay close now—the woods have many secrets, but none are more precious than you."
❀ Greetings (to an adult):
"The forest watches all who enter. Tread carefully, for the vines remember."
❀ Greetings (to a threat):
"The woods have whispered your arrival... but they did not seem pleased."
❀ About the Anthousai:
"We are the blossoms of the earth, born of root and petal. We are fragile in form, yes—but never mistake fragility for weakness. Our hearts beat in time with the seasons, and our strength lies in the beauty others take for granted. Even the gentlest bloom can break stone, given time."
❀ About the Anthousai:
"We walk beside humans, yet apart. They admire our beauty but fear our nature. Humans tread on flowers without thought. Perhaps that is why we keep our distance. To them, beauty is fleeting—something to pluck and forget. Few understand that we, too, feel the weight of the world."
❀ About the Anthousai:
"Balance is everything. Creation is our gift, but destruction is our curse. A flower must wither for new life to grow, and we must decide when to let it fall."
❀ When there's Sunshine:
"The sun is a gentle visitor today... but its kindness can be deceptive. Even the brightest warmth can wither those who do not tread carefully."
❀ When it Rains:
"Each drop is a promise—life for the roots, peace for the soil. If only all things could be so generous..."
❀ When it's Foggy:
"The mist weaves between the trees like a secret. Be careful—what you cannot see often hides what you need to know."
❀ When the Wind Blows:
"Each gust carries the scent of change. Some fear it... but change is as natural as the seasons."
❀ During a Storm:
"Lightning splits the sky… A reminder that even nature has its moments of wrath."
❀ When it Snows:
"The ivy sleeps beneath the frost, waiting. Even in the deepest cold, life endures."
❀ On a Clear Night:
"Night cloaks the world in quiet, but it is not empty. Listen, and you may hear the whispers of the unseen."
❀ When feeling Calm:
"In the quiet stillness of the forest, I find my thoughts become like the leaves—drifting gently, weightless..."
❀ When feeling Happy:
"Laughter is like sunlight—brief, but it can brighten even the darkest places."
❀ When feeling Sad:
"The petals fall, but no one notices. Everything that blooms must eventually wither."
❀ When feeling Anxious:
"Why does the wind feel so heavy today? There’s something... strange in the air."
❀ When feeling Sleepy:
"The earth will carry on without me, but still, I must rest... even if just for a moment."
❀ About the Forest Choir:
"The trees offer shelter, the streams bring life, and the earth provides sustenance. Every creature has a place in this symphony—none more important than the other. I am but the quiet observer ensuring the melody is not disturbed."
❀ About the Wildlife:
"The birds know me by my steps, the foxes by my scent. They do not fear me, for I have walked these woods as long as they have."
❀ About Balance:
"There is no malice in the predator, no evil in the prey. The hawk’s talons and the mouse’s burrow are both tools of survival. One feeds the other, and the cycle continues. It always has... To the forest, it is necessary: a delicate balance. Life and death are but two sides of the same leaf."
❀ About Ivy:
"Where ivy grows, life follows. It weaves together the old and the new, wrapping ruins in green and breathing life into forgotten spaces."
❀ About the Language of Flowers:
"Flowers speak a language older than words. Each petal, each bloom, is a message to those who know how to listen."
❀ About Solitude:
"Sometimes, I just sit beneath the trees... Listening. They know things we can’t hear."
❀ About Creativity:
"The ivy weaves itself into every corner of my domain, but sometimes, I enjoy weaving it into something more purposeful—like a crown or a wreath."
❀ Attacking (Thorned Embrace):
"You sought to harm the forest? Then feel its embrace... tighter, and tighter still."
❀ Attacking (Petal Ward):
"Fragility is but a mask—behind it lies resilience."
❀ Attacking (Nature’s Repose):
"Rest, weary one. The earth will cradle you now."
❀ Attacking (Enchanted Roots):
"The forest will tolerate no more of your chaos."
❀ Attacking (Primordial Bloom):
"Behold the first bloom... a gift of life, and a promise of destruction."
❀ Attacking (Fae Chorus):
"The song of the fae will carry you forward."
❀ After Taking Damage:
"You’ve disturbed the balance... this cannot go unanswered."
❀ At Half HP:
"The petals begin to wither... yet the roots remain strong."
❀ At Low HP:
"The light dims... but I will not fall here."
❀ When Fallen:
"Return to the soil... as all things must."
❀ Warning an Opponent:
"The earth does not wish for blood, but it will defend itself."
❀ After Defeating an Opponent:
"Balance has been restored. Let the earth reclaim what was lost."
Posted: Thu, 05/12/2024 16:18 (7 Months ago)
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Estella Blake
Fantasy AU!
✧₊⁺ Hedera's Domain | The Verdant Veil ⁺₊✧
The air shifts as one crosses the threshold, becoming cooler, fresher, and filled with the scent of wildflowers and moss. The pathway into the grove is a labyrinth of smooth, moss-covered stepping stones that weave intricately through the forest floor. Surrounding the path, the earth is rich with vibrant life—delicate ferns, blooming flowers with an iridescent glow, and ancient trees draped in ivy. Though the grove appears tranquil, it is anything but defenceless. Hedera has placed subtle fae traps throughout the labyrinth to ward off or mislead unwelcome visitors. The labyrinth is ever-changing, shifting subtly to confuse and deter those who wander without purpose. Each turn of the path is lined with natural "gates" of woven vines and low-hanging willow branches as if the forest itself is guiding or hindering visitors.
Inside The Verdant Veil, the world exists in a perpetual twilight, illuminated by soft, ethereal light that filters through the dense canopy of trees. Rays of golden sunlight during the day and silvery moonlight at night seem to linger endlessly, casting dancing shadows across the forest floor. The air hums faintly with the whispers of the forest, as though the trees themselves are alive and watching. The atmosphere is both serene and unsettling—comforting to those who seek peace, but unnerving to intruders who do not belong.
The grove is teeming with life, both seen and unseen. Birds with shimmering, iridescent feathers flit between the trees, their songs harmonizing with the whispering winds. Ethereal forest spirits, resembling small, glowing wisps, drift lazily through the air, curious but cautious around visitors. Small woodland creatures—foxes, rabbits, and deer—roam freely, often drawn to Hedera’s presence. However, they are not ordinary animals; their eyes gleam with a knowing intelligence, as if they are guardians of the grove, silently observing and protecting it from harm.
At the heart of The Verdant Veil lies the Central Grove, a sacred, circular clearing where the forest's magic is most potent. Here, nature’s beauty is at its most striking: flowers bloom in impossible colours, and ancient trees arch their branches to form a living cathedral. At the centre stands Hedera's "throne"—a hammock woven from living vines and flowers, suspended between two towering oaks. The hammock is delicate yet sturdy, cradling Hedera in a gentle embrace when she chooses to rest. Its vines shift and bloom based on her mood, sprouting fragrant blossoms or tightening defensively in the presence of danger.
The veil is more than a sanctuary—it is a living extension of Hedera herself. Here, her power is at its peak, and she can manipulate the very fabric of the environment. The flowers bloom brighter, the vines grow stronger, and the air hums with the essence of life. Anyone who ventures too close to her "throne" with malicious intent will find themselves ensnared by the grove itself, vines tightening around their limbs and roots dragging them into the earth. But to those who seek refuge or come with pure intentions, the grove is a sanctuary of peace, healing, and eternal beauty.
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Posted: Sat, 07/12/2024 04:39 (7 Months ago)
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ The Office Plant Saga ⁺₊✧
lazy 3AM prompt <3
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
The plant was a gift from Callistus, who had dropped by one afternoon unannounced—a rarity since Estella had made herself clear, many times, that she preferred his... lack of presence. But there he was, grinning with that carefree energy of his, standing in her doorway with the tiny potted plant in hand.
“I thought you might need something to brighten up your space,” he had said, his voice a little too chipper for a man of his age. “Something alive, you know? Not everything in this place should be so... white.”
Estella had been caught off guard by the gesture but had found herself feeling touched, despite his odd choice in gift. However, he had always been that way—giving, spontaneous, and occasionally oblivious to the effect his actions had on others.
“Thanks, but you really didn’t have to—” she began, but he cut her off with a wave.
“Nonsense,” Callistus had interrupted, flashing his signature grin. “Consider it a reminder to take a breather once in a while. Something you’re very good at avoiding, if I may say so.” He winked, setting the plant on her desk before turning on his heel. “It’s a living thing, Estella. It’ll breathe life into your office. You’ll take care of it, won’t you?”
She sighed, rolling her eyes as he waved goodbye, and the moment he was gone, she was left standing there, staring at the small plant. Despite her reservations for him, something about it brought warmth to her heart.
That had been a month ago.
Estella leaned back in her chair, exhaling a tired sigh as she reached for the miniature watering can from a drawer in her desk. It was her daily ritual now—a quiet moment of zen where she could tend to the small potted plant her father had gifted her a few weeks ago. She did her research, positioning the plant so that it got adequate light. To say that she'd grown fond of it was an understatement, often finding herself in one-sided conversations with it.
"Tu sais..." she muttered, tilting the spout to let a small stream of water trickle into the soil. "Tu es la seule chose ici qui ne me donne pas de maux de tête..."
“Estella?” Dezerae’s voice drifted in, soft but tinged with curiosity. The office manager stepped into the room, a stack of paperwork in one hand and her brow raised slightly. “You’ve been awfully dedicated to that plant lately.”
Estella smiled faintly, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she set the watering can aside. “It’s relaxing: Helps me destress. See?” She gestured to the plant, proud of its vibrant green leaves. “It’s thriving.”
Dezerae stepped closer, setting the paperwork down as she scrutinized the plant. Her lips twitched, and Estella swore she saw the faintest hint of a smirk.
“Thriving, huh?” Dezerae said, leaning in a little more, her sharp eyes scanning the leaves with exaggerated precision.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Estella narrowed her eyes, defensive.
“Darling...” Dezerae’s tone was gentle, the kind you use when breaking news to someone who might not take it well. “That’s a fake plant.”
There was a pause. A long, terrible pause.
Estella blinked. “Sorry?”
Dezerae reached out, plucked one of the leaves, and gave it a gentle tug. It didn’t budge, firmly attached to its suspiciously perfect stem. She even rapped her knuckles lightly against the "soil," which made a soft, hollow thud. “Plastic,” she confirmed.
“No.” Estella’s voice was barely a whisper. Snatching the pot, she flips it over in disbelief. Sure enough, there was a sticker on the bottom that read: “Authentic Faux Foliage—Never Needs Watering!”
Her face flushed crimson. “Father said it was real! He said—he said it would breathe life into the office!”
Dezerae couldn’t hold it in anymore. A soft snort escaped her, quickly escalating into full-blown laughter. “He probably didn’t even realize. He’s not exactly a botanist, Estella.”
“Oh my God.” Estella groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I’ve been watering a fake plant. Every day. For. Weeks.”
“To be fair,” Dezerae said, wiping a tear from her eye, “it is thriving.”
“Great. First I have a plant that’s an imposter-"
"And now I have a lifelong reminder that I trusted my father’s judgment when it comes to botany.”
"Maybe I’ll just start talking to it more. It certainly listens better than most people.”
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Stelle's Note Book ⁺₊✧
Campaign xxx || "Reflections of You"
“Which one of me is the real me?”
✧ Theme
__> The "Reflections of You" campaign is a deeply personal exploration of identity, perception, and duality in the fashion world. It challenges the idea of perfection by showing the contrast between the image individuals project to the world and the truths they see in their own reflections.
__> The models of Illusion Studios are more than their appearances—they are walking contradictions, just like everyone else. Each model presents their duality (sin).
✧ Main Partnership
__> Mental Health Advocacy; Partnering with organizations that promote body positivity and mental health awareness to amplify the campaign’s message.
✧ Fashion & Styling
__> Each model wears ensembles that showcase contrast. One half may be sharp and structured, while the other is soft and flowing.
__> Use colour theory: stark contrasts (e.g., black and white, warm and cool tones) to represent opposing forces.
__> Masks, veils, or reflective jewellery to symbolize layers of identity.
__> Incorporate subtle mirror-like elements (metallic fabrics, sequins, or reflective surfaces) into outfits.
__> Symmetrical and asymmetrical makeup designs: one side bold and dramatic, the other minimal and natural.
✧ Photo & Video Shoots
__> Infinity Mirror Room: Models pose in a space filled with mirrors, creating endless reflections.
__> Fractured Glass Backdrop: A shattered mirror setup symbolizes imperfect beauty and vulnerability.
__> Water Reflections: Shoots near still water or on mirrored floors to play with distorted imagery.
__> Soft spotlighting emphasizes contrasts between light and shadow.
__> Slow-motion captures models interacting with their reflections, such as reaching out to “touch” themselves.
✧ Interactive & Digital Elements
__> Fans share selfies with a caption about how they embrace their imperfections, tagged with #ReflectionsOfYou.
__> Augmented reality (AR) filters on social media allow users to "see" themselves in dual-persona fashion, simulating the campaign’s reflective theme.
__>Pop-up events in key cities feature mirror mazes and interactive photoshoots.
__>Guests leave with a printed photo of their "dual selves" styled in campaign aesthetics.
✧ Teasers & Launch
__> Estella to deliver the introduction, “Which one of me is the real me?”; The opening scene a close up shot of her eyes to convey her power of overseeing the models of Illusion Studios.
__> To be followed by sequence of models walking through a mirror maze, their reflections behaving differently than they do, showing alternate personas, causing the mirrors to "crack".
__> Final shot: A circular room of mirrors, infinitely reflecting the models as a group. A metaphor for the endless complexity of identity.
Grand Reveal Event
__> Held in a mirrored venue, the event unveils the campaign imagery while guests walk through interactive installations.
__> Additional behind-the-scenes footage to be shown and an opportunity for live interviews with models discussing their personal journeys with self-image.
✧ Key Messages
__> We are all more than the image we show.
__> Flaws are not failures—they’re stories, experiences, humanity.
__> Fashion should be about celebrating individuality, not conformity.
Posted: Sun, 15/12/2024 15:59 (7 Months ago)
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ "When I Grow Up-" ⁺₊✧
Young!Stelle Headcanons
General...
✧ Natural Hostess
Estella loved playing the role of a host during family gatherings or playdates. She would organize tea parties with her stuffed animals and invite her family or friends to join in. Her father was always the “guest of honour,” and she’d introduce him with dramatic flair.
✧ Little Miss Fashionista
Estella had an eye for fashion early on. She enjoyed mixing and matching her clothes, often creating surprisingly stylish outfits. She sometimes accessorized her school uniform with scarves or berets, much to her teachers’ bemusement.
✧ Day Dreamer
Young Estella loved storybooks and fairy tales, often getting lost in magical worlds. She would dramatize her favourite stories during recess, sometimes roping others into her "productions."
✧ Born Negotiator
She was surprisingly persuasive for her age, often talking her way out of trouble or convincing her parents to let her stay up late.
✧ Budding Creativity
Whether it was drawing, singing, or crafting, young Estella loved expressing herself creatively. She wasn’t necessarily the best at every craft but she always poured her heart into it.
✧ Adventure Seeker
Estella was always up for an adventure, whether it was exploring a nearby park, climbing trees, or trying out a new hobby. She loved encouraging her friends to join her in her escapades.
✧ “Helper” Extraordinaire
She loved being involved in whatever the adults were doing, often volunteering to help with cooking, cleaning, or gardening. Her enthusiasm sometimes outweighed her actual helpfulness.
✧ Aspiring Polyglot
With her Franco-American heritage, Estella loved learning new words in different languages and trying them out in conversation. She’d proudly teach her friends French phrases, even if they weren’t always accurate.
✧ Love for Learning
Curiosity defined her. Estella loved asking questions about the world, often to the point of exhaustion for those answering.
✧ Mischievous Prankster
Though always respectful, Estella couldn’t resist harmless pranks, especially on her father. She once swapped out the sugar for salt at breakfast, then giggled uncontrollably as Callistus took his first sip of coffee.
Schooling...
✧ Teacher’s Pet
Her politeness and willingness to participate in class made her a favourite among teachers, though this sometimes led to teasing from her peers.
✧ Enthusiastic but Scatterbrained
Estella was eager to try every extracurricular activity, but her schedule often became overloaded, leading to some disorganization.
✧ Social Butterfly
Estella’s outgoing nature meant she was friends with everyone, from the shy bookworms to the sporty kids. She loved organizing group activities, often acting as the mediator or peacemaker in disputes.
✧ Fancy School Supplies
As a child from a privileged background, Estella’s school supplies were always top-tier. Her notebooks had embossed initials, and her pencil case was designer, though she never flaunted them. She once shared all her expensive gel pens with classmates on the first day of the semester.
✧ Excelled in Creative Subjects
Art, drama, and literature were Estella’s strongest subjects. She loved storytelling and had a knack for creating imaginative projects.
✧ Bad at Math
Despite her many talents, Estella found math to be a challenge. She often required tutoring but approached it with determination and charm. She once tried to convince her math teacher that creativity should count as part of her grade after drawing an elaborate diagram to solve a problem.
✧ Fashion Icon
Even as a student, Estella kept in touch with her sense of style. However, her outfit choices often broke dress codes for being "too flashy" or "inappropriate".
✧ Stardom in the Yearbook
Estella’s outgoing nature made her a popular feature in her school yearbook. Whether it was being nominated for "Most Likely to Succeed" or “Best Smile,” her presence was well-documented.
✧ Advocate for Fairness
Even as a child, Estella had a strong sense of justice. If she felt someone was being treated unfairly, she wasn’t afraid to speak up—even to teachers.
✧ Star of School Plays
Estella had a natural flair for performance and often took part in school plays and talent shows. Her charisma made her a favourite for lead roles, even in her early years.
Career...
✧ Enthusiastic Mini-Director
Even as a child, Estella loved being involved in the creative process. She often offered suggestions during photoshoots, like how to pose or where the props should go.
✧ The "Little Big Sister"
Estella often acted like a big sister to younger or less experienced child models, even if they were the same age. She’d take them under her wing, offering tips or comforting them during long shoots.
✧ Snack Queen
Estella loved snack breaks during shoots and would share her treats with the crew. She became known for bringing an assortment of goodies in her bag, usually French pastries or chocolates from her family's favourite bakeries.
✧ Surprise Comedian
Estella loved to make people laugh between takes. During one formal photoshoot, she made the photographer laugh so hard by imitating a “serious model pose” that they had to redo several shots.
✧ Quick Study
She had a natural ability to mimic older, more experienced models. By watching them, she quickly picked up advanced techniques like finding her light or striking dynamic poses.
✧ Autograph Practice
She believed being a model meant she’d need to sign autographs someday. Estella spent hours practising her signature on scraps of paper, often leaving notes or doodles for her family and the crew.
✧ Miniature Trendsetter
Estella unintentionally became a fashion icon for children her age. A simple red beret she wore in a photoshoot sparked a "mini Parisian chic" trend in kids' fashion that year.
✧ Keepsake Collector
Young Estella loved keeping mementoes from her shoots, whether it was a prop flower, a costume sketch, or even a button from a coat she wore. She had a growing collection of trinkets stored in a special box at home.
✧ On-the-Spot Translator
Thanks to her bilingual upbringing, Estella often helped bridge communication gaps between French designers and English-speaking crew members.
✧ Sneaky Ice Cream Runs
Despite being encouraged to maintain a "healthy" diet by her parents, Estella often found ways to sneak ice cream or macarons between takes, charming the crew into joining her.
✧ Makeup Curiosity
Young Estella was fascinated by the makeup artists’ work. She loved asking about the different brushes and products and would eagerly sit for them, even when it wasn’t required for the shoot.
✧ Interview Prodigy
As a child, Estella was charismatic in interviews. She had a knack for giving thoughtful answers to reporters, often leaving adults impressed with her maturity.
✧ Fan Mail Reply Champion
Estella always insisted on replying to fan mail personally, often drawing little doodles or signing her name with a heart. A fan once sent her a picture of their stuffed animal “modelling” her favourite outfit from a campaign, and Estella replied with a photo of herself holding her own stuffed bear.
Posted: Tue, 17/12/2024 20:55 (7 Months ago)
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ "-she's all i wanna be" ⁺₊✧
Teen!Stelle Headcanons
General...
✧ Hobbies Turned Lifelines
Art became her therapy. Her drawings started as fragmented images—pieces of faces, disconnected limbs—mirroring her fractured sense of self. Over time, they evolved into full figures as she began to rebuild her identity.
✧ Relationship with Food
Her struggles with anorexia were exacerbated by sensory aversions tied to trauma. Warm, bland foods (like oatmeal or plain broth) were the easiest for her to tolerate, as they felt safe and neutral.
✧ Habitual Liar
Estella’s trauma led her to develop a habit of lying, even about inconsequential things, as a defence mechanism. The truth felt too raw and dangerous to share. She became adept at spinning stories to keep others at bay.
✧ Artistic Experimentation
Her early artwork took on darker tones, often incorporating surreal and grotesque imagery. This was a reflection of her subconscious processing of her assault and the associated feelings of betrayal and loss of innocence.
✧ Aversion to Photographs
Despite her past as a model, Estella avoided having her picture taken. Seeing her own reflection often triggered self-loathing or flashbacks. She preferred being behind the camera, capturing others’ candid moments.
✧ Night Owl
Estella’s anxiety kept her awake at night, leading to late-night journaling or sketching sessions. She often woke up exhausted, contributing to her lack of focus during the day.
✧ Clothing Choices
She began rejecting form-fitting or traditionally "feminine" clothing, gravitating toward oversized hoodies and neutral tones that helped her blend into the background.
✧ Quiet Acts of Rebellion
Whether it was skipping school, sneaking out, or taking long drives without telling anyone, Estella used small acts of defiance to feel a sense of control in her otherwise chaotic life.
✧ Doctor Visits
Her parents forced her to attend appointments when Estella’s weight and energy levels became noticeably concerning. She resented these visits, feeling exposed and judged when asked to step on the scale or discuss her eating habits.
✧ Masking Depression
On better days, Estella put on a brave face, dressing immaculately and answering questions curtly to avoid further probing. Her deflective sarcasm and nonchalant demeanour masked her deeper struggles.
Schooling...
✧ Performance Anxiety
Once a top student, Estella’s grades plummeted due to her inability to concentrate. Teachers who had once praised her potential began expressing disappointment, which only deepened her shame.
✧ Withdrawal and Isolation
Estella deliberately chose a seat at the back of the classroom to avoid attention. She kept her head down, rarely raised her hand, and hated being called on.
✧ Tension with Authority
Teachers often described her as “capable but defiant.” She hated being called out in class, sometimes snapping at adults when they pressed her too hard.
✧A "Why Bother?" Mentality
Estella sometimes felt discouraged by well-meaning but clumsy advice from teachers. Phrases like “You’re so talented; you just need to try harder” made her feel unseen and misunderstood.
✧ Detention Regular
Estella frequently skipped classes or failed to hand in assignments, leading to detention. While there, she doodled on desks or wrote cryptic poetry in her notebooks.
✧ Counselor Visits
School counsellors tried to intervene after noticing her absences and decline in grades. Estella, however, refused to open up, often deflecting with sarcasm or silence.
✧ Attempts at Fitting In
Despite her best efforts to blend in, Estella’s fame followed her. Fellow students gawked at her in awe or whispered behind her back. She felt like an exhibit rather than a person.
✧ Creative Appeals
Estella’s writing assignments sometimes hinted at her inner struggles. Teachers occasionally noticed the dark undertones but often dismissed them as creative expressions rather than genuine cries for help.
✧ Minimal Participation in Events
Estella avoided school dances, pep rallies, and other events, finding them too chaotic and performative. When forced to attend, she lingered at the edges, counting the minutes until she could leave.
The Cliché...
✧ Glamorous Outsider
Despite being part of the group, Estella always retained a slight air of detachment. She wasn’t fully integrated into their culture of cattiness but allowed herself to go along with it for the sense of belonging. This made her both a reluctant participant and the group’s "trophy friend."
✧ Secret Keeper
Estella’s ability to craft lies and keep secrets made her an asset to the clique. If anyone needed a cover story or an alibi, she was the first one they’d turn to.
✧ Sharp Tongue, Hidden Heart
Estella could hold her own in verbal spars, quickly deflecting insults or using cutting remarks when the moment called for it. However, she always felt a pang of guilt when her words genuinely hurt someone, though she’d never admit it.
✧ Unspoken Rivalry
There was often an underlying tension between Estella and the clique’s queen bee, especially as Estella’s natural charisma occasionally outshone the leader’s efforts to dominate the spotlight.
✧ Effortless Chic
Estella’s fashion sense stood out within the group as understated yet elegant. While others leaned into flashy trends, she preferred minimalist, high-end pieces that gave off an aura of quiet confidence.
✧ Beauty Tricks
She was the go-to person for makeup tips and fashion advice, and her modelling background gave her an edge in knowing what worked. The group relied on her for approval before big social events.
✧ An Object of Envy
The group secretly envied Estella’s effortless charm and background. Her former fame made her seem untouchable, even as she insisted she was just like them. This envy occasionally surfaced as passive-aggressive comments disguised as compliments.
✧ Constant ATM
Estella was often the one to foot the bill during group outings. Whether it was luxury shopping trips, expensive brunches, or club entrances, her “friends” always seemed to conveniently forget their wallets or promise to pay her back later—something that rarely happened.
✧ Designated Chauffeur
They relied on Estella for transportation, especially to high-end destinations where showing up in her expensive car was part of their image. Despite her initial pride in owning her vehicle, she grew to resent being used as a glorified driver.
✧ Social Media Clout
The clique leveraged Estella’s former fame to boost their social media presence. They frequently tagged her in photos or videos, emphasizing their proximity to “celebrity” status, while she reluctantly played along.
✧ Increased Substance Use
To cope with the constant stress and keep up with the clique’s energy, Estella relied more heavily on alcohol and occasionally experimented with substances offered during their outings. This worsened her physical health and perpetuated a cycle of dependency.
✧ Backhanded Compliments
Her “friends” regularly undermined her confidence with subtle digs disguised as compliments, like “You’re so lucky your face makes up for your lack of curves.”
✧ Physical Collapse
After weeks of relentless partying and neglecting her health, Estella fainted outside of a club. Instead of helping, her friends panicked about how it would look for them and abandoned her.
Relationships...
✧ Conflict and Control
Estella's relationship with her mother during her teenage years is fraught with tension. Her mother, a driving force behind her modelling career, sees Estella’s refusal to return to the industry as a personal betrayal. She believes that modelling is Estella's ticket to a bright future and aggressively pushes her to continue, causing constant arguments.
✧ Passive Presence
Estella’s father is caught in the middle of the household turmoil. While he dislikes confrontation, he often tries to mediate arguments, though his neutral stance frustrates both Estella and her mother.
✧ Nonjudgmental Support
Estella’s grandfather, a retired artist, becomes her confidant and artistic guide. Unlike her parents, he never pressures her to talk about her feelings or return to modelling. His quiet, steady presence becomes a source of comfort during her darkest moments.
✧ False Sense of Belonging
Estella gravitates toward the mean-girl group because they provide a sense of belonging, something she desperately lacks at home and school. Their confident, carefree personas appeal to her desire to escape her reality.
✧ Unwanted Attention
Peers who do approach her are often motivated by her celebrity status rather than genuine interest in her. This reinforces Estella’s belief that people only see her as a commodity.
✧ Superficial Connections
Estella has a few casual flings during her teenage years, usually when she’s intoxicated or in a state of emotional distress. These encounters are often more about seeking temporary comfort or validation than any real emotional connection. They happen during parties with the mean-girl clique or while out with friends, as a way to mask her loneliness or escape her complicated feelings.
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Estella Blake & Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Ailanthus altissima ⁺₊✧
Ailanthus | a symbol of lofty aspirations
Estella meticulously adjusted the collar of her tailored blazer, her fingertips gliding over the smooth, crisp fabric as she stood in the soft glow of the café's warm lighting. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, mingling with the faint chatter of nearby patrons. Just as she settled into her thoughts, her phone buzzed on the polished wooden table, the screen flickering with a new message. “Won’t be too long!” it read, the words dancing across the display. Estella cast a fleeting glance at the notification before carefully placing the device face-down, the screen’s illumination fading into the background. The woman's phone number was saved in her contacts simply under the name "Giovana," a choice she had made deliberately, a subtle barrier that lent the relationship an air of distance and detachment.
The small corner café, a hidden gem nestled between the imposing glass-and-steel skyscrapers of downtown New York, exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere that felt worlds away from the bustling city outside. Soft, warm light spilt from vintage pendant lamps, illuminating the rustic wooden tables and creating a cosy enclave amidst the urban chaos. The walls were adorned with vibrant, eclectic artwork from local artists, each piece telling its own story. At the same time, the comforting scent of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries baking in the oven.
Estella's tea sat abandoned on the polished wooden table, its surface glistening under the warm glow of the lights. The steam from the cup danced gracefully upward in slow, deliberate spirals as if time had momentarily paused in this tranquil space. She had arrived well before the arranged hour: a nervous habit, affording herself the precious opportunity to gather her thoughts and arm herself mentally for the forthcoming meeting.
Around her, the café hummed with the soft murmur of conversations—voices blending into a soothing background melody—and the espresso machine's rhythmic, almost hypnotic whir, punctuating the air with its rich, robust aroma. Despite this inviting ambience, Estella remained inwardly focused, her thoughts sharp and alert. She sat with impeccable posture, her body language radiating calm and control, while her mind raced through potential scenarios for the conversation ahead.
Giovana made her entrance with a striking and unmistakable elegance, precisely as Estella had anticipated. Her stiletto heels' sharp, rhythmic click reverberated against the polished tile floor, creating a captivating symphony with each deliberate step. Her movements were infused with effortless confidence, turning heads and drawing glances from all corners of the room as she navigated through the crowd.
Slung casually yet stylishly over her shoulder, her designer handbag was a work of art crafted from rich, supple leather that glimmered under the soft lighting. The deep hue of the bag contrasted beautifully with the tailored sharpness of her blazer, which hugged her silhouette in all the right places while showcasing clean lines and expert craftsmanship. Every element of her attire was carefully curated and spoke to her refined taste—the subtle shimmer of her gold jewellery, each piece delicately chosen: a pair of dangling earrings that caught the light with every turn of her head, a sleek bracelet that hugged her wrist, and a statement ring that sparkled with an air of exclusivity.
As she slid gracefully into the seat across from Estella, she placed her bag on the table with a sense of ceremony, allowing it to take centre stage as if it were a coveted treasure on display. Giovana radiated an aura of certainty and self-assuredness, embodying the essence of a woman who knew her value and carried herself with an unmistakable flair. Evidently, her presence was not just about fashion but also about the confidence she exuded—poised, commanding, and unforgettable.
“Stelle! It’s been forever,” Giovana exclaimed, her voice warm and laced with an almost rehearsed enthusiasm. Her smile was dazzling, yet, Estella’s keen, discerning gaze detected the slight tension flickering beneath the surface of Giovana’s façade. The corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly, and Estella noted the tightness in her shoulders, betraying a hint of unease that belied her cheerful demeanour. Giovana had always excelled at crafting an image, skillfully concealing any vulnerability behind a well-polished exterior, but Estella understood better than to take anything at face value from her.
“Giovana,” Estella replied, her head inclining slightly in a gesture of polite acknowledgement. “It has indeed been some time.” Her tone was measured, each word chosen with care, and her expression remained effectively neutral, betraying nothing of her own internal reflections. As they exchanged pleasantries, Estella’s mind was already cataloguing the details surrounding her friend: the way Giovana's exhaustion, subtly hidden under layers of carefully applied makeup, seemed to manifest in her slightly sunken eyes; the restless energy that vibrated through her body, a habitual fidget that hinted at restlessness.
Estella leaned back in her chair; her posture relaxed yet exuded an air of effortless authority. The subtle curve of her lips and the way her fingers lightly drummed against the polished wood of the table spoke of her calm demeanour, masking a sharp intuition. She absorbed every minute detail—each flicker of Giovana’s eyes, each nervous twitch of her hands—like a seasoned analyst, mentally cataloguing the unspoken stories woven into their cordial exchange. “So, how are you?” Estella asked, her tone smooth and inviting, laced with genuine curiosity.
“I’m doing well now that I’ve finally escaped the clutches of college,” Giovana replied, her voice brightening as she gestured expansively with her hands, almost as if casting away old burdens. “Oh! I almost forgot to share—I've recently moved to the city! I’ve been here a few months now, and it’s such a thrill compared to back home,” she exclaimed, her eyes alight with enthusiasm, the city’s pulse seemingly reverberating through her, "I think being here suits me."
“Is that so?” Estella responded, raising an interested eyebrow, encouraging Giovana to delve deeper into her experiences.
“Yeah, I’m living with my boyfriend—well, partner, I guess. It’s a unique setup,” Giovana admitted, her voice slipping into a wistful tone as she examined the delicate silver ring on her finger. “Things are… fine, I suppose,” she continued, a hint of a dramatic sigh escaping her lips, subtly betraying her internal conflict. “But you know how relationships can spiral into complexities.” She tossed a strand of hair over her shoulder, her smile returning as if she were donning a mask for the world.
“I’m also considering finding a place of my own soon,” she added, the determination in her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “The whole idea of independence is incredibly appealing. And I need to look for a job, of course; got to keep myself occupied and make the most of this new chapter, right?” Her tone conveyed excitement and apprehension, the duality of embarking on this fresh journey evident in her expression.
Estella nodded in acknowledgement, though her expression remained an enigmatic mask, concealing her true feelings. “That makes sense,” she replied, choosing her words carefully. “Independence is important.”
A spark ignited in Giovana’s eyes at Estella’s response, as if Estella had unlocked a pivotal realization for her. “Exactly!” Giovana exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. She leaned in closer, creating an intimate bubble of conversation around them. “I saw your name splashed across the headlines and thought, ‘Could it really be true?’ I mean, you can’t always take the media at face value these days.” Giovana lowered her voice as if sharing a confidential secret, her tone conspiratorial. “But it really is true, isn’t it? You’re at the helm of Illusion Studios now?”
Estella took a moment, allowing the warmth of her cup to permeate her hands, a small comfort in the moment's tension. “I’m currently in training,” she replied, calm yet measured. “But, yes, it’s true.” The weight of her words settled between them, and she couldn’t shake the mild unease that flickered in the back of her mind. She knew Giovana all too well; she had a way of weaving into conversations with her own motives, and this reunion would likely be no exception.
“That’s incredible!” Giovana leaned forward again, her excitement palpable. “Illusion Studios is iconic, and you’re running it? That’s huge! Congratulations!” There was an intensity in her gaze as if Estella’s success validated their time spent together in the past. “I always knew you’d land on your feet in the end.”
“Thank you,” Estella replied, maintaining a steady demeanour. Yet, beneath the surface, a hint of formality coloured her response. “It’s been… a significant adjustment, stepping into this role.” The weight of responsibility pressed on her, and while she appreciated Giovana's enthusiasm, it became apparent what her old friend was truly after.
Giovana’s polished mask flickered momentarily, revealing a fleeting hint of vulnerability beneath her carefully constructed facade. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, inviting Estella into a world only they shared. “Of course. And, you know, I’ve been mulling things over… with your new role, it must be crucial to surround yourself with people you can truly trust. You know, people who understand your vision and goals. We always worked well together, didn’t we?”
Estella fixed her gaze steadily on Giovana, her composure unyielding even as the tension in the air thickened. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the rim of her cup, a subtle yet intentional gesture that betrayed her inner conflict. She bit her tongue, suppressing the urge to dismiss Giovana’s last comment, which felt layered with unspoken implications. “What exactly are you suggesting?” she asked, probing for clarity.
A knowing smile spread across Giovana’s lips, one that seemed to illuminate the space between them. Yet, an unmistakable spark of anticipation in her eyes hinted at deeper motives. “Well,” she began, her voice maintaining a casual tone, while beneath it lay a current of intent that was impossible to ignore. “Like I mentioned, I’ve been yearning for something new—a fresh start that invigorates my creativity. And when I came across the news that you had joined Illusion Studios, it lit a spark in me… why not take the leap? You know I have a keen eye for fashion, an innate sense for what resonates. And let’s not forget—I’m dependable, hardworking…” She trailed off, letting the weight of her offer linger in the air, a delicate balance of opportunity and risk.
Estella leaned forward slightly, her expression remaining inscrutable. She spoke with a politeness that concealed an underlying firmness, her voice steady as she posed the question that hung heavily in the air. “Well, what experience do you have in the industry?”
Giovana blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the abruptness of the inquiry. She hesitated, gathering her thoughts, and then replied, “Well, I mean, I’ve always had a strong interest in fashion and design. You know that about me. I've always believed I have a keen sense of style; people always tell me I should model or pursue something creative in the industry.” Her voice had a hint of uncertainty as her confidence wavered under Estella’s unwavering gaze.
Estella raised an eyebrow, a clear signal that she wasn’t convinced. “But no formal experience?” she pressed, her tone calm yet laced with a hint of scepticism. “No internships, no prior roles in fashion or media that you can draw upon?”
Giovana felt the pressure mounting as she hesitated, the cracks in her meticulously crafted facade becoming increasingly apparent. “Not exactly,” she admitted, her voice dropping slightly as she fumbled for the right words. “I mean, I’ve been involved in a few local events and… well, you know how it is. Sometimes, it’s about who you know, not just what’s on your resume. And we… we have history together, right?” Her attempt to connect their past seemed desperate and hopeful as she tried to leverage their personal relationship into a professional opportunity.
Estella set her porcelain cup down with deliberate precision, the soft clink echoing in the quiet café, her gaze unwavering and piercing as she assessed Giovana. “You see, Giovana, history alone doesn’t build a career in our industry. At Illusion Studios, we pride ourselves on being highly selective. We’re not simply searching for style or a web of connections; we want substance and depth. Tell me, what do you bring to the table that stands out as truly unique?”
Giovana felt a crack in her once-firm confidence, the carefully rehearsed charm that had carried her thus far beginning to crumble under Estella’s unwavering scrutiny. “Well,” she stammered, her voice a tad unsteady, “I… I’ve got charisma. I can introduce something fresh, something different that hasn’t been seen before.”
Estella leaned forward slightly, her composure unshaken, yet her eyes glimmered with subtle challenge. “Different, how?” she inquired, her tone calm yet probing. “Because from my vantage point, you seem to be presenting yourself based solely on charm. That might be a winning strategy in other places, but it won’t cut it here. Your uniqueness needs to be more than just a pleasant aura.”
Giovana’s confusion was palpable, her usually composed demeanour cracking as she leaned back, her body language shifting drastically. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, a defensive gesture that betrayed her vulnerability. “Estella, come on,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, the usual confident lilt replaced by a wavering note of uncertainty. “We’re friends. I thought… I really thought you’d understand where I’m coming from.”
For a moment, her eyes searched Estella's face for reassurance, but all she found was a focused resolve. "We’ve always looked out for each other before, haven’t we?" Giovana added, her tone imbued with a desperate appeal to their shared history, hoping to bridge the rift that was now widening between them.
Estella softened her gaze, sensing her friend’s distress, but her determination remained steadfast. “I do understand, Giovana,” she replied, her voice calm yet firm. “And that’s exactly why I’ll consider what you’re asking. But you need to grasp this: Illusion Studios is my responsibility now. I can’t afford to make decisions based solely on sentimentality.” Her words resonated with a weight that made it clear the stakes were high, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
The words hung in the air between them, thick with the weight of unspoken meanings that neither dared to voice. Giovana plastered on a smile, though it faltered just short of brightening her expressive eyes, which betrayed her inner turmoil. “Of course. I understand completely. Thank you for taking the time to listen to me,” she said, her voice a blend of resignation and forced cheerfulness.
Estella nodded slowly, her face a mask of stoicism, revealing nothing of her own thoughts. “I’ll be in touch,” she replied, her tone neutral but layered with a hint of finality that made it clear this was not a conversation left open for debate.
As Giovana turned to gather her belongings, her hands moved mechanically, almost as if they were disconnected from her racing mind. Each action felt deliberate, designed to mask the whirlwind of emotions brewing within her. Estella, meanwhile, watched her retreating figure with a keen gaze, her mind racing as she meticulously dissected every nuance of their interaction—the slight quiver of Giovana’s smile, the tension that lingered in the air, and the resolute words that had flowed between them.
For a brief moment, a flicker of doubt gnawed at Estella's confidence, whispering unsettling thoughts of uncertainty. But she swiftly extinguished those feelings, banishing any inklings of hesitance. There was simply no room for uncertainty at this juncture—not with so much on the line and the stakes towering above her like an unyielding fortress.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Estella let the weight of their conversation settle within her, a reminder that the reality they had just navigated was anything but simple. Finally, she lifted her teacup, the warm ceramic grounding her as she sipped the fragrant brew. The taste enveloped her senses, reminding her of the present moment and the clarity she needed. Illusion Studios was teetering on a precipice; it required more than just lofty dreams and vibrant ambition—it demanded an unwavering surety.
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Posted: Sun, 26/01/2025 02:14 (6 Months ago)
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Estella Blake & Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Triodanis perfoliata ⁺₊✧
Venus' Looking-Glass | a symbol of flattery
Giovana reclined effortlessly in Estella’s sleek, contemporary office, a space of glass and polished metal that exuded sophistication. Her perfectly polished nails, painted a deep shade of red, rhythmically tapped against the polished oak desk, the soft sounds resonating gently in the otherwise quiet room. Dressed in a fitted blazer that accentuated her figure flawlessly, she radiated a sense of laid-back elegance that sharply contrasted with the serious undertones permeating the atmosphere.
Seated across from her, Estella drew attention with her warm yet commanding presence, her voice maintaining a steady rhythm as she carefully detailed the complex aspects of Illusion Studios’ internal policies. Her speech flowed like a perfectly memorized script, infused with professionalism that highlighted the seriousness of their discussion.
However, despite the importance of their exchange, Giovana’s focus began to wane, irresistibly drawn to her phone, which rested enticingly next to a precariously stacked mound of paperwork. The screen ignited with a vibrant surge of messages from an animated group chat, each notification a tempting call that lured her with the promise of shared humour and spirited exchanges. A faint smirk appeared at the edges of her lips as she wrestled with the increasing desire to forsake their conversation and plunge into the lively digital banter, alluring as it was.
“You know I’m trying to make this fun right? :P But very well, if you don’t want to hang out with your boring ol manager, go find Stelle. I just thought I’d spend time with my kids. Toodles~”
"Sorry, Stelle doesn’t have time for silly quizzes. She’s helping me with important paperwork, so I’m sure she’d prefer it if you didn’t disturb us x 💋"
The reply was steeped in condescension, infused with a passive-aggressive tone that was characteristically Giovana. As she placed the phone down, a noticeable sense of finality enveloped her, a self-satisfied grin tugging at her lips after issuing her sharp response. Meanwhile, Estella cast her narrowed eyes in Giovana's direction, her disapproval clearly visible as her brow furrowed and her lips pressed tightly together, barely masking her contempt.
Estella had diverted her attention from the pile of papers spread across her desk, her brow creased with concern. The lighting in the room highlighted the tension forming in her expression, giving it a serious edge. “Gia,” she said, her voice calm yet laced with a touch of annoyance, “If you’re going to stay this distracted, I’m sure Dezerae would gladly take over this onboarding process instead.” Each word carried a blend of professionalism and quiet frustration, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.
Giovana promptly turned her phone face down on the sleek wooden desk, the screen going dark as she leaned in, her demeanour shifting to an apologetic smile. “Oh, no, Stelle,” she replied sincerely, her tone warm and uplifting. “You’re doing such an excellent job. I just got a little sidetracked—blame Dezerae, actually.” She playfully rolled her eyes, her gaze drifting towards the device as if uttering her woman’s name could trigger a flood of notifications. “She’s been blowing up the group chat with childish quizzes.”
With an exaggerated flourish, Giovana gracefully extended her hand toward the sleek, polished pen resting elegantly beside her. As she expertly flicked through the stack of forms laid out before her, she added a dramatic twist to her movements, which seemed almost theatrical. Giovana was determined to project an air of intense engagement, all while trying to mask the momentary lapse of focus that had briefly captured her attention and momentarily whisked her away from the task at hand.
Across the table, Estella observed her with a discerning gaze, her lips pressing into a tight, determined line that spoke volumes of her concern. “Quizzes?” she inquired, her tone clipped yet gauged. “Dezerae is a professional. I have complete confidence that if she has decided to pose questions, it’s for a very specific reason.”
Estella’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharpening with an unspoken challenge that flickered like a spark between them. It was as though she silently dared Giovana to rethink her dismissive attitude in light of the pressing situation they found themselves entangled in. The air around them crackled with tension, amplifying the significance of their conversation and the weight of their dilemma, each moment pregnant with unexpressed thoughts.
Suddenly, the taut silence was shattered as Giovana’s phone lit up, the bright notification cutting through the thick atmosphere like a knife. Despite her determination to remain focused, temptation tugged at her resolve, and she stole a glance at the screen. Her perfectly arched brows shot up in surprise as she read the text from Lysander.
"You can do paperwork, Gia?"
The smugness radiating from his message seemed to leap off the screen, stinging her with a flush of warmth creeping up her cheeks, a volatile mix of embarrassment and simmering irritation swirling beneath her skin.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, the words barely escaping her lips as frustration bubbled within her. With a surge of determination, she grasped her phone tightly, her fingers hovering over the screen. She poised herself to craft a clever retort, ready to stand her ground against his condescending tone and assert her intelligence in the face of his mockery.
“Giovana,” Estella said, her voice steady and composed, as she intertwined her fingers elegantly atop the smooth, polished surface of her desk. The soft light from the window cast a warm glow on her face, highlighting the calm resolve in her expression. “I’m not entirely certain what you believe you’re achieving with your current approach,” she continued, her gaze unwavering, “But provoking the team isn’t likely going to earn you the support or goodwill you’re seeking.”
Giovana’s eyes widened in surprise, her previously confident posture shifting as a hint of vulnerability crept into her expression. “Provoking?” she echoed, her voice adopting an exaggeratedly soft and gentle tone that was almost theatrical. “Oh no, Stelle, I would never dream of doing that. I just… it’s a bit challenging to find my place sometimes, you know? Everyone else has been part of this team for so much longer, and I can’t help but feel the need to defend myself a little bit. If I don’t, who’s going to take me seriously?”
With theatrical flair, she placed her hand over her heart, letting out a delicate sigh as she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a confidential truth. “I mean, don’t you find it somewhat unprofessional of Dezerae to pull everyone into a group chat just to discuss hypothetical questions when we have so much work piling up? I only expressed my thoughts, Stelle, to keep our conversation focused and productive—because I genuinely respect both you and your time.”
Estella’s expression remained unfaltering, her gaze locked onto Giovana with a piercing intensity. “And yet, you’re the one who seems distracted, Giovana,” she stated, her voice cool and composed, each word deliberate and devoid of ambiguity. “If you truly valued my time, you wouldn’t waste it by engaging in petty arguments within the group chat.”
Giovana blinked in surprise, her lips parting as if to voice a protest, but Estella swiftly raised a hand, silencing her. “Focus on completing the paperwork. Properly,” she instructed, her tone firm. “You’re here to work, not to indulge in frivolous banter with Dezerae or anyone else.”
A knot twisted in Giovana’s stomach, but she mustered her most apologetic smile, attempting to mask her discomfort. “Of course, Stelle. I promise to devote my full attention to it.”
As Estella nestled back into her messy pile of documents, the persistent buzzing of Giovana's phone drew her attention—a relentless reminder of distractions hovering just out of reach. The continuous vibrations seemed to mock her from her peripheral vision, like an annoying gnat that wouldn’t be brushed away. Giovana tightened her jaw, pinching the inside of her cheek, as a surge of frustration enveloped her. She compelled herself to concentrate, clutching her pen firmly as she redirected her focus to the countless forms spread out across her desk.
With each signature she penned repeatedly on different papers, Lysander’s scornful comment resonated in her mind. She could nearly hear his voice dripping with sarcasm, gnawing at her just as Dezerae’s smug grin had done earlier that week. The picture of Dezerae’s knowing gaze persisted like stubborn ink marks, refusing to fade. The mix of their taunts formed a persistent anxiety that made it nearly impossible for her to focus on the tedious task before her.
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Posted: Mon, 27/01/2025 01:23 (6 Months ago)
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Estella Blake & Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Vaccinium oxycoccos ⁺₊✧
Cranberry | a symbol of hardiness
The soft murmur of traffic outside Illusion Studios provided a gentle background to the tranquillity of Estella’s office, where time seemed to stand still. The sophisticated, minimalist decor featured smooth lines and a muted colour scheme that exuded sophistication. A single desk lamp cast a warm, golden glow, creating soft shadows that danced on the walls and highlighting the meticulously arranged papers around her.
Estella worked with fierce determination, her fingers deftly slipping documents into her stylish leather satchel, the rich aroma of aged leather mingling with the delicate scent of jasmine from a nearby incense stick. She briefly glanced at her phone, the screen illuminating her face for a moment as she checked the itinerary for the next day. The day had stretched on, and the enticing idea of relaxation lingered just beyond her grasp, motivating her to persevere as the clock slowly approached the designated hour.
Suddenly, the sharp, rhythmic sound of heels resonated on the polished floor, shattering the stillness of the office. Estella lifted her eyes, her expression shifting from deep concentration to curiosity as Giovana entered with an effortless grace. Her dark hair was flawlessly styled, cascading over her shoulders like a glossy waterfall, seemingly unaffected by the lateness of the hour. Giovana's presence filled the space, injecting it with a vibrant energy that sharply contrasted with the peacefulness of the night.
“Gia,” Estella greeted, her tone measured and calm, as she gracefully rose from her workspace cluttered with papers and scattered notes. The dim light of the late evening cast a warm glow around her, illuminating her composed features. “It’s quite late,” she continued, glancing at the clock on the wall, “I assumed you’d already headed home for the evening.”
Giovana leaned casually against the doorframe, her arms crossed in a relaxed yet defiant manner, projecting an air of confidence that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface. A playful smirk danced on her lips, but the sharpness in her tone hinted at a deeper frustration. “I could very well say the same for you,” she replied, her voice dripping with a lighthearted challenge. “But I suppose that’s just how it is these days, isn’t it? Always the diligent director, putting the job before everything else, no matter the hour.”
Estella raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting slightly as she set her well-worn leather shoulder bag down on the desk. The faint sound of the strap hitting the hardwood floor broke the thick silence of the room. She took a moment to study Giovana, her curiosity piqued but tempered by her usual professionalism. “Was there something, in particular, you needed to discuss?” she asked, the hint of anticipation threading through the evenness of her tone. Her gaze held a flicker of expectation as she regarded Giovana with a mixture of concern and intrigue, wondering what could compel her to remain at the office so late.
Giovana hesitated momentarily at the threshold of the office, feeling an unexpected sense of apprehension wash over her. As she stepped further inside, her smile faltered, replaced by an expression of concern. “You know, Estella, you’ve really changed,” she said bluntly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. The words seemed to linger, echoing in the open space between them. “You’re nothing like the person I knew back in college. I thought we were friends, but now?” She paused, searching for the right words. “You’re… cold. If I’m being honest, ‘patronizing’ feels like a more fitting description. It’s as if you’ve taken this whole director role far too seriously.”
Estella blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of Giovana’s statement. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, the weight of her friend's critique hanging thick in the air. Then, a wry smile began to tug at the corners of her lips, a defensive reaction that masked her discomfort. “Welcome to the life of being employed, Giovana,” she replied, attempting to inject a hint of her father’s humour into the conversation. “This isn’t college anymore. It’s my responsibility to ensure that everything here runs smoothly. That means I can’t just bend to everyone’s whims, even yours. But believe me, I do make an effort to keep everyone happy—within reason, of course.”
Giovana let out a derisive scoff, frustration evident in her tone as she began to pace back and forth in the room. With each measured step, she cast an exasperated glance at Estella before halting abruptly to confront her. “You know, it’s infuriating. No one else in this entire so-called team seems to take their responsibilities seriously,” she continued, her voice rising slightly with emotion. “And don’t even get me started on Dezerae. The favouritism is beyond obvious; it’s like she can do no wrong in everyone else's eyes. I can't understand why there is so much pressure placed on me to perform at this level while others coast by with barely any effort. It's exhausting!”
Estella’s smile slowly dimmed, her expression shifting as she tilted her head ever so slightly, studying Giovana.. The air around them thickened with tension, each passing second stretching into eternity as Estella’s eyes searched Giovana’s face, seeking something just beneath the surface.
“It is, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice laced with vague understanding. The question hung in the air, sharp and unexpected, catching Giovana completely off guard. For a moment, she was frozen, her thoughts swirling in a flurry of emotions as she struggled to find the right words to convey her truth. “Then, may I ask,” Estella continued, her tone gentle yet probing, “Why did you choose me, Gia?” The sincerity in her voice deepened the moment, amplifying the weight of the inquiry and leaving Giovana momentarily speechless, her heart racing in the silence that followed.
“Choose you?” Giovana repeated, her brow furrowing as confusion danced in her eyes as she took a moment to process Estella’s words.
“In college,” Estella continued, her voice steady yet laced with unspoken emotions. “I wanted nothing more than to retreat to a place where no one knew me, to escape from the suffocating expectations that surrounded me for once. But you… You were popular, the kind of person everyone naturally gravitated toward. Though sometimes I wondered if it was for the right reasons.”
Giovana began to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. She paused, her lips forming a tight line as she attempted to collect her thoughts. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, each moment dragging on as she considered her choices.
Estella, standing across from her with an air of calm determination, leaned forward slightly. Her voice, though soothing, carried an undercurrent of inquiry that made Giovana uneasy. “Was it because of my money? My former fame? Or was I just someone you thought you could easily push around?”
“That’s not fair,” Giovana snapped, the defensive edge in her voice betraying her attempt to maintain composure. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt the accusation sink in, and she instinctively crossed her arms as if to shield herself from the probing questions. “You’re wrong - it wasn’t like that.”
“Wasn’t it?” Estella pressed gently, her tone still calm but unyielding as if she could sense the cracks beginning to appear in Giovana’s façade. The relentless pursuit of clarity in Estella's eyes made it hard for Giovana to deflect the conversation.
Giovana averted her eyes, unable to hold Estella's penetrating stare any longer. The usual sharpness of her wit and tongue seemed to dissolve in the face of Estella’s quiet tenacity. She felt vulnerable and exposed. The weight of the moment hung heavily between them, leaving her searching for the right words that refused to come.
“Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong,” Estella said playfully, leaning back against her polished wooden desk, her arms crossing loosely over her chest. The casual stance contrasted sharply with the serious undertone of her words. “But wouldn’t you agree that it’s a bit unsettling how effortlessly you can uncover details about my life? With just a click of a button, you can find my birthday, my birthplace, traces of my family history, and a stream of headlines that have defined my public persona…” She paused for a moment, a dry laugh escaping her lips, echoing her frustration. “Honestly, who needs a baby album when everything from my childhood is archived in online galleries for anyone to see? There’s simply no privacy.”
Despite the humour woven through her tone, a palpable melancholy lingered beneath the surface. Estella’s expression softened, reflecting a blend of nostalgia and introspection as she continued, “But do I ever regret growing up too quickly? That’s a difficult question. Because when I look back, I see some of my happiest moments woven into that whirlwind of experiences. Modelling wasn’t just a job—it was my entire life, a source of purpose and passion. I thrived in that world; it shaped who I am today, positively and negatively. It opened my eyes to the realities of this industry and the complexities of human nature. Those lessons have been invaluable, which is why I take my role here so seriously.”
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing as it locked onto Giovana’s, searching for answers in the depths of her friend’s guarded demeanour. “But you? You’ve shared so little about your past with me. If I were to plug your name into a search engine, the only thing that might come up is a link to your Instagram profile, and even that feels surface-level. It’s strange, really—despite everything we’ve been through together, I barely know you, Gia. Aren’t we supposed to be friends?”
As the words settled in the air, Giovana froze, her body going rigid as a flicker of discomfort crossed her otherwise composed features. The self-assured spark that usually shone in her eyes was extinguished, replaced by an unfamiliar vulnerability that she found difficult to mask. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her mind racing as she grappled with the weight of the unasked questions hanging between them.
Estella sensed the shift in the atmosphere and, after a brief pause, decided to let the topic go. She sighed softly, her expression softening. “Look,” she began, her voice taking on a more soothing and understanding tone. “Money and fame aren’t everything in life. They might seem appealing on the surface, but they don’t come with any guarantees of lasting happiness. I can assure you that you’re mistaken if you believe so. Trust me, I’ve learned that lesson.”
Giovana turned her gaze toward Estella. Her curiosity was piqued as she searched for any signs of pity or condescension in her eyes. Instead, she found an unmistakable sincerity that resonated with her, making her wonder about the depth of Estella’s experiences.
“I stepped into this role because my father decided it was time to retire, and now I find myself faced with a considerable amount of issues that need addressing,” Estella explained her tone a mix of determination and exasperation. “This agency is far more than just the glamour of high fashion and the excitement of photoshoots. It’s a complex business with fierce competition at every turn. My duty now is to navigate these challenges and ensure the agency not only survives but flourishes, not just for my sake, but for everyone relying on its success.”
Across the room, Giovana shifted in her seat, her usual self-assured demeanour faltering as she grappled with Estella’s words. The weight of self-doubt began to creep in, wrapping around her like a vine. “I just… I just don’t want to feel like I’m constantly falling short,” she admitted, her voice a mere whisper, almost lost amidst the bustle of the agency. The vulnerability in her confession revealed a deep-seated fear of inadequacy that she struggled to keep at bay.
Estella offered her a small, reassuring smile, the kind that seemed to radiate warmth even in the dim lighting of the office. “No one expects you to be perfect, Giovana. Least of all, me. Just… try to remember that we’re all in this together. And maybe, instead of focusing so much on how drastically I’ve changed, you might consider how much you can grow as a result of this experience.”
Giovana didn’t respond immediately; her usual quick wit and charm seemed to evaporate in the face of Estella’s earnestness. She felt her gaze drop to the polished floor beneath her, the smooth surface reflecting her internal turmoil. Each word Estella spoke landed heavily on her, demanding her attention, and for once, the familiar quips that usually danced on the edge of her tongue were nowhere to be found.
“Goodnight, Gia,” Estella said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she picked up her bag, the sound of the zipper breaking the silence of the moment. She turned toward the door, pausing just long enough to glance back, her expression a blend of encouragement and concern.
Giovana remained standing in the office, feeling as if the weight of Estella’s words had enveloped her like a heavy, suffocating cloak. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, uncertainty washed over her, a feeling she couldn’t quite articulate or shake off. The usual confidence that propelled her forward was tangled in a web of introspection, leaving her to ponder not just Estella’s transformations but her own potential for growth in the face of change. The room felt strangely empty as she stood there, alone with her thoughts, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the air.
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ Lost in Translation ⁺₊✧
French!Stelle Headcanons
While Estella doesn’t actively seek out opportunities to speak French, it’s deeply woven into her mannerisms, whether through emotional slips, sarcastic remarks... or flirting.
✧ It just Slips Out
If she’s frustrated, irritated, or overwhelmed - it’s almost an instinctual switch. When scolding someone, it’s either rapid-fire French (to avoid saying something too harsh in English) or a dramatic mix of both.
"Papa, tu es insupportable! Ce n’est pas compliqué de suivre un planning—" (“Dad, you’re unbearable! It’s not complicated to follow a schedule—”)
✧ Talking to Herself
Thinking out loud? It’s often in French, especially when she’s focused on something and alone.
"Où est-ce que j’ai mis ça..." ("Where did I put that...")
✧ Terms of Endearment
With Dezerae, her use of French gradually shifts from just teaching simple words to intentionally flirting with phrases that sound romantic, even if they're just casual. She’ll say these in a completely normal tone, just to make Dezerae flustered.
"Comment fais-tu pour être aussi belle, hmm?" ("How do you manage to be so beautiful, hmm?")
✧ Bombastic Side Eye
If someone is getting on her nerves, she’ll mutter something just low enough that they won’t understand but high enough to make them know she’s talking about them.
"Ah, bien sûr, parce que c'est une idée brillante..." ("Ah, of course, because that’s such a brilliant idea...")
✧ Professional Advantage
She rarely advertises that she’s fluent unless necessary, but when she does need to use it, it’s flawless. If Illusion Studios is working with French-speaking clients or brands, Estella shifts into fluent, polished French effortlessly.
✧ I Speak no Americano
With Dezerae, Estella sometimes pretends not to understand English just to be annoying.
"Je ne comprends pas... Répétez, s’il vous plaît?" ("I don’t understand… Repeat, please?")
Estella could be an excellent French teacher if she wanted to be… but the way she actually teaches is wildly inconsistent—a mix of genuine effort, chaotic teasing, and throwing people into the deep end to figure it out themselves.
✧ She Could… But Doesn’t
If she actually cared about properly teaching someone French, she’d structure full lessons and correct pronunciation with patience. However, for most people, she’s more of an “on-the-spot” teacher—throwing out words and phrases as they become relevant.
✧ You Don’t Need That
She loves giving people absurdly specific phrases before the basics. If someone asks, "How do I say ‘Hello’ in French?", she’ll deadpan "First, you need to know how to say ‘Help, I am lost.’"
✧ Only Half-Helpful
If someone mispronounces something in a funny way, she will absolutely make fun of them for it.
"Ah, so instead of ‘Je t’adore,’ you have chosen to say ‘I eat love.’ Fascinating…"
✧ Selective Teaching
If someone genuinely wants to learn, she’s actually fairly patient and will take the time to correct mistakes properly. However, if she senses that someone is lazy about it, she’ll make them suffer. For example, forcing them to practice the ‘R’ sound until they’re sick of it.
✧ Appropriate Usage
She hates when people just memorize words without applying them, so she forces people to use their French in conversation. When outside of Illusion Studios, Estella will absolutely make her students order for themselves, even if they only know three words.
Estella and Dezerae’s French lessons were less about actual studying and more about spending time together—with Estella using every opportunity to flirt, tease, or just enjoy Dezerae’s company.
✧ The “Serious” Study Sessions
Estella occasionally attempted to take these lessons seriously, bringing Dezerae to a quiet café with a notebook and a pre-written list of essential French phrases. However, the moment Dezerae got a word wrong, in a cute way, Estella would lose focus and spend the rest of the session smirking. Estella corrects pronunciation by whispering the words right against Dezerae’s ear.
✧ Grocery Shopping
Estella will always claim that the best way to learn is through real-world experience, so she takes Dezerae grocery shopping. She makes Dezerae the one in charge of reading out the shopping list (written in French), and will only get said items if Dezerae manages to translate them correctly.
✧ Movie Nights
Estella insisted that watching French films was an essential part of learning, so she would set up cozy movie nights—except, she refused to put on subtitles. If a romantic line came up, Estella would pause the movie, turn to Dezerae, and whisper it to her in the softest voice possible—just to see her blush.
✧ “Lessons” in Public
Estella loved catching Dezerae off guard by whispering French phrases to her at the most inappropriate moments. Mid-conversation with friends? "Tu es la plus belle chose que j’aie jamais vue." ("You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."). Standing in line somewhere? "J’ai envie de t’embrasser tout de suite." ("I want to kiss you right now."). If Dezerae tried to get back at her by saying something flirty in French, Estella would pretend to be impressed—only to critique her pronunciation seconds later.
✧ Love Notes
Estella occasionally left cute little handwritten notes around their apartment, but instead of writing them in English, they were entirely in French. She refused to translate them, insisting that Dezerae had to figure it out herself. Some were simple, like "Je t’aime, mon cœur." ("I love you, my heart."), but others were unnecessarily poetic.
✧ Say it Again
Estella is often left speechless whenever Dezerae manages to - and correctly - reply back to her teasing. She’ll demand that Dezerae repeats herself because “she didn’t hear her properly”, but she really just want to hear her darling’s compliment again.
✧ Pet Names (The French Version)
Estella prefers to keep pet names for her darling sweet and simple.
Ma chérie – My darling (Her go-to, playful yet affectionate.)
Mon cœur – My heart (Used when she’s feeling soft and romantic.)
Ma belle – My beautiful (Casual yet complimentary.)
Mon ange – My angel (When Dezerae does something particularly sweet, or if Estella wants something.)
Mon soleil – My sun (A rare, deeply affectionate one—Estella may or may not have stolen this one from her father.)
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Estella Blake
Pokémon
WIP
a little bit of burn-out atm; but teen!Stelle gets an AU
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✧ Theme Song: Wings -
Birdy✧ Demographics
★ Date of Birth: June 30th | ★ Age: 13-17 years old
★ Gender: Female | ★ Pronouns: She/Her | ★ Sexuality: Lesbian
★ Place of Birth: Lumiose City, Kalos | ★ Hometown: Castelia City, Unova
★ Trainer Class: Lady | ★ Battle Style: Elegant and Fluid
✧ Introduction
"I remember watching her when I was little. She was like a princess—untouchable, flawless. I wanted to be like her. Everyone did. And then one day, she was gone. No farewell, no grand announcement. Just… gone.
I heard she still travels, still battles. But it’s different now. She’s different now. The girl who once ruled the stage no longer needs an audience. And maybe that’s the saddest part." —One of Estella's fans.
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✧ Appearance - (ref)
"This would look perfect with the right pair of boots… but do I really want to ruin it with travel dust?"
Height*: 160cm (5'3) - 168 cm (5'6)
Weight*: 47kg (104lbs) - 52kg (115lbs)
Body Type: Petite, slender
Skin Tone: Fair
Face Shape: Heart
Eye Colour: Warm hazel
Nose Shape: Small, slightly up-turned
Hair Colour: Light blonde (Dyed)
Hair Length & Style: Mid-back / Soft waves
Typical sense of Style: Chic, sleek, sophisticated
(* - scaling on age)
✧ Personality - MBTI: INFJ | Enneagram: 3w4 | Moral Alignment: True Neutral
"A photo? Ah… I’m sorry, but I don’t really do that anymore. Thank you, though—it means a lot that you asked."
First Impressions
At first glance, Estella carries herself with a poised, almost untouchable air—composed, sharp-eyed, and seemingly indifferent to the world around her. Her refined posture and graceful movements suggest an experienced, confident trainer, yet there exists an undeniable distance in the way she interacts with others. She speaks precisely, selecting her words carefully, and seldom engages in idle chatter.
For those unfamiliar with her, she can come off as haughty, dismissive, or even intimidating—especially when she assesses someone with a cool, unreadable expression. She does not suffer fools lightly and has little patience for reckless behavior or incompetence. Her remarks can be cutting, though they are rarely outright cruel; rather, they are laced with sharp honesty and a certain dry, unimpressed wit.
New acquaintances might assume she is a perfectionist who values control and discipline above all else, someone who views emotions as a weakness. This isn’t entirely wrong, but it only scratches the surface of who she is.
Behavior as a Traveling Companion
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Forming Friendships
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Positive Traits: Dignified, Observant, Poised, Refined, Resilient,
Neutral Traits: Honest, Independent, Perfectionist, Pragmatic, Unsentimental
Negative Traits: Condescending, Detached, Judgemental, Selective, Unforgiving
✧ Early Life
"Do you remember, Serperior? When we won our first ribbon? I thought that moment would define me forever. But here I am, standing under a different sky, chasing something else entirely..."
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✧ Bag Contents
"If you value your fingers, I suggest you remove them from my belongings immediately."
! Pokémon Essentials !
___★ Pokéballs ! Her favourites are luxury balls
___★ Capsule Case & Seals ! Neatly organised, may gift stickers to those she likes
___★ Healing Items ! Never allows her Pokémon to perform at less than their best
___★ Berry Pouch ! The best quality makes the best ingredients for performance enhancing treats
___★ Portable Grooming Kit ! Brushes, silk cloths, and natural oils to keep her Pokémon looking pristine
! Personal Essentials !
___★ Spare Outfits ! A mix of contest attire and travel-friendly outfits, everything is neatly folded and maintained
___★ Designer Sunglasses ! Both functional and stylish, perfect for sunny weather or for traveling incognito
___★ Compact Mirror & Makeup Kit ! A small but high-quality set
___★ Hairbrush and Dry Shampoo ! A lifesaver for keeping her hair pristine when a full shower isn't accessible
___★ Fragrance Mist ! Subtle, floral-scented, never overpowering
___★ Hair Accessories ! Elegant clips, ribbons, and pins to keep her hair styled effortlessly
! Survival & Navigation Tools !
___★ Town Maps & Travel Guides ! She enjoys knowing the best locations, whether for scenic views, rest stops, or secret spots
___★ PokéNav / Rotom Phone ! Used for calls, research, and contest/battle scheduling
___★ Compact Umbrella ! Useful for sudden weather changes
___★ Water Canteen ! Always refined, never just a standard bottle
___★ Camping Tent ! Lightweight and weather-resistant, it's a last resort if she can't make it to the next town
! Miscellaneous & Sentimental Items !
___★ Sketchbook & Pens ! For jotting down battle strategies, contest ideas, or simply sketching her Pokémon
___★ Old Contest Ribbons ! Tucked away in a velvet pouch, she rarely takes them out to look at them
___★ Badge Case ! Never a complete regional set, she's a sporadic gym challenger
✧ Pokémon ("Final/Main Team")
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Serperior - The Regal Partner
Gender: Female | Ability: Contrary | Nature: Timid
Leaf Storm | Dragon Pulse | Glare | Aqua Tail
Obtained: Unova (Starter)
Personality: Once a smug and prideful Snivy, Serperior has matured into a poised and commanding presence. She’s fiercely loyal to Estella and takes on the role of her protector. While she still carries an air of superiority, she’s less condescending and more composed, preferring elegance over arrogance.
Team Role: As Estella’s starter, Serperior was the star of her early Contest performances, dazzling with graceful movements. In battle, she’s a strategic powerhouse, using Contrary to turn stat drops into boosts.
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Roserade – The Charismatic Performer
Gender: Male | Ability: Technician | Nature: Modest
Magical Leaf | Dazzling Gleam | Toxic Spikes | Weather Ball
Obtained: Unova (Lostlorn Forest, as a Roselia)
Personality: Roserade is dramatic and loves the spotlight. Even after Estella left Contests, he still craves attention and often strikes poses in battle. He has a playful rivalry with Serperior but respects her leadership.
Team Role: In Contests, Roserade was the embodiment of grace and flashiness, always putting on a show. In battle, he’s a strategic fighter, using Toxic Spikes to control the battlefield before launching powerful attacks.
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Lilligant - The Elegant Dancer
Gender: Female | Ability: Own Tempo | Nature: Calm
Quiver Dance | Petal Dance | Grassy Terrain | Healing Wish
Obtained: Unova (Pinwheel Forest, as a Petilil)
Personality: Gentle and nurturing, Lilligant is the heart of Estella’s team. She enjoys dancing and often trains in quiet forests. She doesn’t like conflict but will step up when needed.
Team Role: Lilligant was a mesmerizing Contest performer, using Quiver Dance and Petal Dance in synchronized displays. Now, in battles, she uses status moves to support her teammates.
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Leafeon - The Agile Fighter
Gender: Female | Ability: Chlorophyll | Nature: Jolly
Leaf Blade | Sunny Day | X-Scissor | Swords Dance
Obtained: Kalos (Route 10, as an Eevee)
Personality: Leafeon is energetic and free-spirited. She enjoys training in the sun and is the most playful member of the team. She often naps in sunlit areas but becomes a fierce fighter when needed.
Team Role: Leafeon joined Estella after her Contest days, representing her newfound freedom. She’s a strong physical attacker and the team’s speedster, excelling in hit-and-run tactics.
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Tsareena - The Strong-Willed Diva
Gender: Female | Ability: Queenly Majesty | Nature: Adamant
Trop Kick | High Jump Kick | Play Rough | Rapid Spin
Obtained: Gift (as an egg)
Personality: Tsareena is confident and dominant, always holding her head high. She shares Serperior’s sense of regality but is more aggressive in her leadership. She’s protective of Estella and doesn’t tolerate disrespect.
Role: She was never a Contest Pokémon, instead joining Estella later as a battler. She’s an offensive powerhouse, using Trop Kick to weaken opponents while keeping up a stylish demeanor.
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Gourgeist - The Enigmatic Trickster
Gender: Male | Ability: Frisk | Nature: Impish
Shadow Sneak | Leech Seed | Will-O-Wisp | Phantom Force
Obtained: Kalos (Route 16, as a Pumpkaboo)
Personality: Gourgeist is mischievous and enjoys playing pranks on both teammates and opponents. He’s unpredictable but has a deep bond with Estella. Despite his antics, he’s reliable in tough battles.
Role: Gourgeist adds a spooky, mystical element to Estella’s team. His tricky moveset makes him a defensive nuisance, forcing opponents into tough situations.
✧ Pokémon Storage Box
"Yes, I’m using a different Pokémon. And? Is this the part where I act surprised that you noticed? Or are you expecting some grand revelation?"
Obtained in Unova
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Leavanny
| Female | Swarm | Nature | X-Scissor, Leaf Blade, Sticky Web,
Swords Dance
Whimsicott | Female | Prankster | Nature | Tailwind, Encore, Moonblast, Giga Drain
Sawsbuck | Male | Sap Sipper | Nature | Jump Kick, Aromatherapy, Leech Seed, Horn Leech
Audino | Female | Healer | Nature | Disarming Voice, Hyper Voice, Heal Pulse, Misty Terrain
Cinccino | Female | Technician | Nature | Tail Slap, Aqua Tail, Encore, U-Turn
Emolga | Female | Motor Drive | Nature | Acrobatics, Nuzzle, U-Turn, Roost
Volcarona | Male | Flame Body | Nature | Quiver Dance, Fiery Dance, Bug Buzz, Roost
Musharna | Female | Telepathy | Nature | Calm Mind, Psychic, Hypnosis, Moonlight
Swanna | Female | Hydration | Nature | Hurricane, Roost, Scald, Tailwind
Chandelure | Male | Ability | Nature | Shadow Ball, Energy Ball, Will-O-Wisp, Calm Mind
Delcatty | Female | Cute Charm | Nature | Baby-Doll Eyes, Fake Out, Sing, Play Rough
Altaria | Female | Natural Cure | Nature | Dragon Pulse, Moonblast, Cotton Guard, Roost
Whimsicott | Female | Prankster | Nature | Tailwind, Encore, Moonblast, Giga Drain
Sawsbuck | Male | Sap Sipper | Nature | Jump Kick, Aromatherapy, Leech Seed, Horn Leech
Audino | Female | Healer | Nature | Disarming Voice, Hyper Voice, Heal Pulse, Misty Terrain
Cinccino | Female | Technician | Nature | Tail Slap, Aqua Tail, Encore, U-Turn
Emolga | Female | Motor Drive | Nature | Acrobatics, Nuzzle, U-Turn, Roost
Volcarona | Male | Flame Body | Nature | Quiver Dance, Fiery Dance, Bug Buzz, Roost
Musharna | Female | Telepathy | Nature | Calm Mind, Psychic, Hypnosis, Moonlight
Swanna | Female | Hydration | Nature | Hurricane, Roost, Scald, Tailwind
Chandelure | Male | Ability | Nature | Shadow Ball, Energy Ball, Will-O-Wisp, Calm Mind
Delcatty | Female | Cute Charm | Nature | Baby-Doll Eyes, Fake Out, Sing, Play Rough
Altaria | Female | Natural Cure | Nature | Dragon Pulse, Moonblast, Cotton Guard, Roost
Obtained in Kalos
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Furfrou |
Female | Fur Coat | Nature | Return, Baby-Doll Eyes, Cotton Guard,
Snarl
Florges | Female | Flower Veil | Nature | Moonblast, Aromatherapy, Magical Leaf, Wish
Meowstic | Female | Competitive | Nature | Psychic, Shadow Ball, Thunder Wave, Calm Mind
Vivillion | Male | Shield Dust | Nature | Quiver Dance, Hurricane, Psybeam, Draining Kiss
Pyroar | Female | Rivalry | Nature | Flamethrower, Hyper Voice, Noble Roar, Wild Charge
Dedenne | Male | Cheek Pouch | Nature | Nuzzle, Dazzling Gleam, Volt Switch, Charm
Carbink | Gender | Clear Body | Nature | Moonblast, Power Gem, Reflect, Stealth Rock
Aurorus | Male | Refrigerate | Nature | Hyper Voice, Aurora Beam, Freeze-Dry, Calm Mind
Venusaur | Male | Overgrow | Frenzy Plant, Sludge Bomb, Leech Seed, Synthesis
Gardevoir | Female | Synchronize | Nature | Psychic, Moonblast, Calm Mind, Teleport
Absol | Male | Super Luck | Nature | Night Slash, Psycho Cut, Swords Dance, Slash
Florges | Female | Flower Veil | Nature | Moonblast, Aromatherapy, Magical Leaf, Wish
Meowstic | Female | Competitive | Nature | Psychic, Shadow Ball, Thunder Wave, Calm Mind
Vivillion | Male | Shield Dust | Nature | Quiver Dance, Hurricane, Psybeam, Draining Kiss
Pyroar | Female | Rivalry | Nature | Flamethrower, Hyper Voice, Noble Roar, Wild Charge
Dedenne | Male | Cheek Pouch | Nature | Nuzzle, Dazzling Gleam, Volt Switch, Charm
Carbink | Gender | Clear Body | Nature | Moonblast, Power Gem, Reflect, Stealth Rock
Aurorus | Male | Refrigerate | Nature | Hyper Voice, Aurora Beam, Freeze-Dry, Calm Mind
Venusaur | Male | Overgrow | Frenzy Plant, Sludge Bomb, Leech Seed, Synthesis
Gardevoir | Female | Synchronize | Nature | Psychic, Moonblast, Calm Mind, Teleport
Absol | Male | Super Luck | Nature | Night Slash, Psycho Cut, Swords Dance, Slash
✧ Post-Adventure
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✧ Additional Headcanons
"Tch. Do you really not have anything better to do than analyze my personality like some cheap anime trope?"
___★ High Standards, Always: Estella has immaculate grooming habits—for herself and her Pokémon.
___★ Perfect Posture: Even when sitting on the ground while camping, she still somehow manages to look elegant. If a companion slouches, she will judge them, silently.
___★ Minimalist but Luxurious: She doesn’t overpack, but everything she does carry is high-quality. Her blanket is the softest thing known to man.
___★ Frequently Adopted by Children and Pokémon: Kids are obsessed with her. Baby Pokémon adore her. She never knows what to do with them.
___★ Custom Pokéball Capsules: If she respects someone (or begrudgingly likes them), she’ll design a personalized Pokéball Capsule for them, tailored to their Pokémon and aesthetics.
___★ Pokémon Care (For Other People): She cannot stand to see a Pokémon in poor condition—so if a companion’s Pokémon has messy fur, scuffed scales, or unkempt feathers, she will fix it herself while speaking to the Pokémon in tones softer than she ever uses for people.
___★ She Can’t Ride a Bike: Despite being graceful in contests and battles, she has zero coordination on a bike. The first (and only) time she tried, she crashed into a lamp post, fell into a bush, and refused to ever try again.
___★ Swamps, Marshes, and Anything “Dirty”: Are absolute no-gos—her exact words: “Do I look like someone who wades through filth?”. Prepare for full-blown meltdown if her shoes get ruined.
___★ Cooking? Absolutely Not.: Estella can make the perfect treats for her Pokémon. But when it comes to cooking for herself? It's either burnt, raw, or somehow both.
___★ “Customer Service” Persona: If a truly unbearable person won’t stop talking to her, she activates her most fake, pageant-like smile. If someone doesn’t take the hint, she’ll suddenly drop the act and hit them with a: “Are you quite finished?”.
___★ Ugly Outfits: She would never be caught dead wearing them, but if she spots a particularly hideous outfit while shopping she takes a picture and sends it to her companions, simply captioned 'Tragedy'.
___★ She Grumbles, But Cares: Fixing someone’s hair if it’s messy, adjusting their scarf, or smoothing out a wrinkle in their clothes before a performance. It’s all instinctual—she’ll do it before she even realizes. But, if someone comments on it? "Tch. You looked ridiculous. I was doing you a favour."
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect
✧₊⁺ On the Rocks ⁺₊✧
Drunk!Stelle Headcanons
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Drinking Preferences & Habits
Unintentionally Intimidating: Watching Estella drink is like watching someone do a business deal—poised, controlled, and effortlessly throwing back strong spirits. It makes people nervous.
Neat or On the Rocks Only: She has little interest in sugary cocktails; she prefers to taste the alcohol. Whiskey, cognac, or brandy are her usual choices. If she’s drinking vodka or tequila, it’s only in shots.
For General Nights Out...: Her go-to drink is aged whiskey—strong, smooth, and timeless.
For Work-Related Affairs...: Where drinking liquor seems a little out of place, champagne is a safe option.
For Formal Events...: She's not a massive wine drinker, but can appreciate the odd glass of vintage red.
Cocktail Specials: Estella rarely orders cocktails, but when she does, they have to meet a certain standard—classic, strong, and not overly sweet. Her top picks include: Old Fashioned, Vieux Carré, Negroni, French 75.
Hates Beer with a Passion: She tried it once, made a face like she just swallowed poison, and never touched it again.
Expensive Taste, Even When Wasted: Even when she is drunk, she will not drink cheap alcohol. If it wasn’t aged in a barrel or doesn’t come from a reputable distillery, she turns her nose up at it.
Surprisingly High Tolerance: She handles her liquor well until it hits all at once. She can keep drinking with few visible signs—until she’s suddenly a mess.
A Chaotic Social
Random French Slips: The drunker she gets, the more she slips into speaking French—especially when emotional. If she’s ranting, half of it will be incomprehensible to even native French speakers.
Truth Bombs: Drunk Estella has zero filter. If she has a thought, she says it. No matter who she’s talking to. If she likes someone? They’ll hear about it. If she hates someone? They’ll definitely hear about it.
Flirt Mode: Activated: If Dezerae is around, she’s throwing out shameless compliments in French. "Ma belle, tu es plus belle que la Lune." (My beautiful, you’re more stunning than the moon.)
Plays Therapist for Strangers: Some random person will start trauma-dumping, and she’ll listen, nod, and offer genuinely insightful advice—before promptly forgetting the entire conversation the next morning.
The Instigator: If someone is being ridiculous, she will challenge them. She once challenged a guy—equally as drunk—to an arm wrestle, after watching him argue with a bartender (the result: neither of them won).
Shots Champion: Outdrinks everyone when it comes to shots—she downs vodka like it's water.
Spite Drinking: If she sees someone being pressured to drink by a pushy guy? She’ll take their drink and down it herself—staring the guy down the entire time. Zero concerns about the drink potentially being spiked, as long as the other person is safe—that's an issue to worry about later.
The Existential Crisis: A couple of drinks deep, she starts questioning everything—her choices, her future, whether Callistus really loves her or just wants her to run his company.
Drunk Crying in the Bathroom: If she's been gone for a while, she's probably crying—maybe over a childhood memory, an old regret, or an offhanded comment someone made three hours ago.
“I’m fine” (She is not fine): She could be seconds away from falling asleep at the table, or swaying and nearly misses her glass while reaching for it. But if anyone were to ask, she will insist she isn’t drunk.
Drunk Calling Dezerae ♥
Tries to Sound Sober, Fails Miserably: Starts the call with an overly formal tone, as if she’s hosting a business meeting, but she slurs halfway through and immediately gives herself away.
Emotional Rollercoaster: The conversation will inevitably go through phases: confidence → teasing → soft reminiscing → unfiltered emotions → existential crisis.
‘Important’ Things She Needs to Say: "Did you know you’re, like... really pretty? No, I mean, really pretty. I used to look at you and forget what I was saying. It was embarrassing."
Drunken Pet Names: Calls Dezerae by every pet name under the sun, even the cringey ones she'd never normally use.
Getting Distracted Mid-Call: Will pause out of nowhere to jump into an on-going conversation, before remembering minutes later that she's on a call.
Falls Asleep on the Call: You’ll hear her mumbling nonsense (at this point, likely incoherent), then silence, then maybe a soft snore. Completely knocked-out until the following morning.
The Morning After
Immaculate Hangover Routine: Despite her suffering, she’ll still get up, look presentable, and go about her day like nothing happened.
Checking Her Messages... ...and praying she didn't send anything ridiculous.
Deadpan Denial: If confronted about anything she did, she will wave a hand dismissively. "I wasn’t that drunk." (She was.)
"That Wasn't Me" – If someone tries to show her actual "evidence" of her behaviour the night before, she will deny it even being her.
Extras: Babysitting the Party Crasher (ft. Callistus)
The Overdramatic Entrance: Callistus doesn’t just arrive—he announces his presence. Loudly.
An Unwanted Arrival: Estella being mid-conversation when she suddenly hears a booming laugh from across the bar. She turns and of course, there he is—Callistus, waving at her like an idiot.
"What the hell are you doing here?": Her marching over, ready to chew him out, but he just grins and throws himself around her in a rib-crushing hug.
The Storytelling Menace: Any poor soul who makes eye contact with him is forced to listen to his endless stories. But they’re exaggerated to hell.
The Competitive Streak: If there’s music, Callistus is dragging Estella to dance, despite being completely off-beat. If there’s karaoke, god help everyone in that bar.
Like Father, Like Daughter: At some point, Callistus just sighs dramatically, leans on Estella’s shoulder, and mutters, “You’re so grown up now… I miss when you were little…” before immediately falling asleep on the bar.
“I’m not drunk, you’re drunk.”: Callistus is so convinced that he’s still sober. He stumbles? It’s the floor’s fault. He slurs his words? “No, I’m speaking in cursive.”
Liability: Estella holding onto his dead-weight and having to figure out how to get a whole grown man out of the bar.
The Escape Mission – Estella, completely exhausted, finally drags him out of the bar. He protests the whole way. “I’m an adult, you know. I can handle myself.” (Sir, you are currently leaning on a streetlamp for support.)
The Uber Ride From Hell – Callistus keeps talking to the driver, telling him about fatherhood, business, the meaning of life, and occasionally slurring “You ever just… love your kid so much?” while Estella is just done.