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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 573  |
Posted: Sun, 24/11/2024 02:10 (5 Days ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Daphne mezereum ⁺₊✧ February Daphne | a symbol of coquetry The bass pounded like a heartbeat through the walls of the dimly lit nightclub, the vibrations reverberating up through the soles of Estella’s heels. She felt out of place, perched stiffly on a plush leather bench in the corner booth, her manicured fingers drumming anxiously against the rim of her untouched cocktail. She hadn’t ordered it—one of Giovana’s many hangers-on had shoved it at her before disappearing into the throng. Neon lights flashed across the room, painting Giovana and her entourage of sycophants in shifting hues of electric blue and candy pink. The crowd swayed like a living organism, pulsating with energy that Estella felt completely out of sync with. “Lighten up, Stelle,” Giovana drawled, suddenly sliding into the booth beside her. Her voice, already slightly slurred, carried an edge of mockery that made Estella’s stomach tighten. “We’re here to have fun, not brood like some tragic poet.” “Places like this just aren't my scene, Gia,” Estella muttered with a lazy shrug, brushing a strand of curled blonde hair—dyed to mask her darker roots—away from her face. Her attempt to explain herself was drowned out by the music, and Giovana’s laugh rang out loud enough to be heard anyway. “Nonsense! You’re here with me and that means you belong.” Giovana gestured toward the group of girls who were ordering another round at the bar. She leaned closer, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Speaking of, drinks don’t pay for themselves. Could you be a doll and get this one? I’d do it, but I—” She paused, patting the designer purse that Estella had not long bought her with exaggerated movements. “—seem to have misplaced my wallet. You know how clumsy I am.” Estella bites her lip in hesitation. She wasn’t naive enough to miss the pattern, as in, this wasn’t the first time Giovana had conveniently “lost” her wallet when it came to paying. Still, she found herself nodding. “Okay, fine. Just... don’t go crazy, alright?” The night blurred as the drinks multiplied. Estella lost track of how many rounds she’d amassed on the tab as Giovana kept them coming, raising glass after glass in toasts that she had lost the ability understand. The alcohol burned, first on her tongue, then chest, and then in her veins, until she felt like her usual inhibitions had been stripped away. The world around her softened, her anxiety dulled by the haze of neon lights and liquor. Like a siren’s call that drew others into their orbit, Giovana’s laughter seemed louder, her touch more insistent, as she tugged Estella toward the dance floor. They stumbled into the crowd, Giovana’s arm slung possessively around her waist. Estella found herself spinning in a whirl of noise and motion, her steps unsteady as she tried to keep up. It didn't help, the fact that the floor was somehow both sticky and slippery. Heels had been a poor choice, struggling to support the heaviness in her limbs. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Giovana’s voice came out low, almost conspiratorial, as she leaned into Estella’s ear. The words felt like both a compliment and a weapon, disarming her even as they pierced through her drunken haze. “Come on, we need to fix your face." Estella didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t, allowing herself be swept along. It was Giovana who led the way to the bathroom, dragging Estella through the club’s labyrinthine halls with a vice-like grip. The fluorescent lights inside were harsh, a stark contrast to the forgiving dimness of the club. Estella blinked against their brightness, her reflection in the mirror catching her off guard—her makeup was smudged, her cheeks flushed. She hardly recognized herself. Cringeworthy. Giovana leaned against the counter, studying her with an intensity that made her uneasy. “You’re a mess,” Giovana said, though her tone was almost affectionate. Grabbing a tissue, Giovana moved closer, brushing stray flecks of mascara from beneath Estella’s eyes. Her touch lingered, her fingers grazing Estella’s cheek. “You’re too pretty to look this sad.” Estella tried to laugh it off, but it came out shaky. “I'm not sad. I... I just don’t belong in a place like this.” Giovana’s expression shifted, the teasing edge melting into something darker, more earnest. “You're right. You don’t belong out there, anyway. All those people—they don’t see you the way I do.” “Gia, I—” Estella’s protest was cut off as Giovana stepped closer, her hands gripping Estella’s arms. The next moment passed in a blur—Giovana’s lips pressed against hers, rough and urgent, tasting of tequila and power. When Giovana pulled back, her eyes burned with something fierce and possessive. “No one will ever love you like I do,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. “Remember that, Estella.” Estella stared at her, a swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Shame, fear, and anger warred with the alcohol clouding her judgment. She felt trapped, not just in this moment, but in the dynamic that had been building between them for months. “I... I need some air,” she managed, slipping out of Giovana’s grasp and rushing toward the door before she could be stopped. Outside, the crisp night air hit her like a slap, cutting through the fog of alcohol and confusion. Estella leaned against the brick wall of the club, her breathing uneven as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her mind was spinning, her chest tight with the realization of just how tangled she’d become in Giovana’s web. [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Fri, 22/11/2024 22:27 (6 Days ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Stelle's Note Book ⁺₊✧ NYFW Outfit Concepts ✧ PRIDE __Theme: Vanity, self-importance, arrogance. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: The silhouette would be opulent and grand, with a focus on exaggerated proportions to convey a sense of superiority and dominance. A voluminous skirt or flowing cape could be paired with a structured, tailored bodice that cinches the waist and creates an hourglass shape—symbolizing control and the sense of being "above it all." A high-collared coat or dress with structured shoulders would add to the aura of authority and command—as if the wearer is untouchable. The shoulders should be broad, either with armour-like embellishments or padded details, suggesting that the wearer feels invincible. Alternatively, a sleek column dress with a sharp mermaid tail silhouette would create a sense of verticality, elevating the model to an almost ethereal, god-like stature. This could be balanced with floor-length trains or draped, billowing fabrics that command attention as they trail behind. ____> Fabric: Rich, luxurious fabrics like velvet, satin, or brocade would be key. These materials catch the light beautifully, adding to the sense of grandeur and wealth. Elements of shiny metallics—such as gold or platinum threads—would be woven into the fabrics or used for embroidery. These metallics symbolize both self-admiration and a god-like sense of worth. Heavy textures like damask or jacquard can be used for the bodice or details to emphasize status, while sheer, flowing layers on the skirt or train can suggest that this pride, while outwardly composed, hides a more fragile vanity. ____> Colour Palette: The primary colour would be royal purple or deep gold, representing both the wealth and regal nature of pride. Purple has long been associated with royalty and nobility, while gold symbolizes luxury and opulence. These colors would convey the wearer’s sense of being above others. Accents of ivory or champagne could provide contrast, reinforcing the idea of purity and superiority. The combination of these tones makes the wearer appear untouchable and exclusively superior. Darker accents of deep crimson or black could be incorporated in certain areas, such as the lining of the cape or bodice, suggesting the hidden darker side of pride—the willingness to crush others to maintain superiority. ____> Details: Exaggerated, ornate jewellery—such as giant, statement earrings or a crown-like headpiece—would highlight the model’s sense of self-worth and admiration. The jewellery should be large and noticeable, made of precious stones, diamonds, or gold to accentuate wealth and grandeur. Intricate embroidery of crowns, laurel wreaths, or lion motifs could be used to symbolize the wearer's connection to royalty and power. A lion-shaped clasp or belt buckle might be added as a subtle nod to pride’s symbolism of dominance. The bustier or bodice could feature sharp, angular elements or even metallic accents to resemble armor—conveying a sense of unshakable confidence and the belief that nothing can undermine their status. ____> Accessories: A cape or train made of gossamer or sheer fabric, dramatically flowing behind the model as she walks, further emphasizing her power and commanding presence. This train should have a slight shimmer to it, creating a mystical, almost divine aura. Gloves made of satin or velvet—long, reaching past the elbow, possibly with delicate embroidery or jewelled accents that add to the opulence of the look. A regal, crown-like headpiece or tiara with intricate design would be an important accessory. It could feature gemstones in gold or silver, giving the model an almost royal or divine status—as if they were born to reign over others. ____> Footwear: High-heeled boots or strappy sandals in gold or platinum—making the model taller and reinforcing the idea that they stand above everyone else. These would be sleek and stylish, with sharp edges or metallic details that enhance the sense of arrogance. Alternatively, pointed stilettos could be chosen for their symbolic association with sharpness and dominance. ____> Hair & Makeup: A sleek updo, such as a braided crown or high chignon, radiates control and poise. Subtle gold or metallic hairpins and embellishments add an air of opulence. Alternatively, long, voluminous waves cascading down the back create a sense of untouchable glamour, with strands pulled back on the sides to reveal the face. A flawless, glowing complexion with bold contouring to define and elevate the cheekbones. Gold-toned highlighter on the cheeks, brow bones, and the tip of the nose for an ethereal glow. A dramatic cat-eye eyeliner with winged gold accents or sparkles at the edges to resemble rays of light. Lips in a deep ruby red or metallic gold, emphasizing a look of dominance and sophistication. ✧ ENVY __Theme: Jealousy, desire for what others have. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: The design should feature a tailored, sleek look, combining sharp, clean lines with unexpected asymmetry. A half-tailored suit, where one side is form-fitting and the other hangs more loosely, could symbolize the internal conflict and discontent inherent in envy. Alternatively, a modern trench coat with a high collar, paired with skinny pants and pointed shoes, could be used to represent a sense of self-restraint that is always striving to break free. ____> Fabric: A mixture of velvets, silks, and sateen that catch the light in different ways, symbolizing the way envy shifts between envy’s outward appearance and the hidden malice within. The fabric could feel luxurious but unbalanced, with areas of smoothness interrupted by rough textures like distressed leather or tweed—reflecting the unease envy brings. Sheer panels could be incorporated in places like the sleeves or sides of the jacket, hinting at vulnerability, or the perception of being exposed beneath the polished exterior. ____> Colour Palette: The primary colour would be dark green, symbolizing jealousy, with accents of emerald, jade to represent the constant desire for what others have. The deep green could gradually shift into darker hues like black or charcoal, suggesting envy’s underlying bitterness. Metallic accents in gold or silver could be added to hint at the greedy undercurrent of envy, highlighting the dangerous nature of constantly seeking what one does not have. ____> Details: Asymmetrical design elements, such as one sleeve longer than the other, or a jacket cut with an uneven hemline, to convey the feeling of imbalance that envy brings. A single, oversized pocket—either on the chest or the side—designed to be purposefully off-centre to suggest a misplaced focus or an obsession with possessing what one does not have. A neck tie or cravat with a subtle snake or vine embroidery could emphasize the sinister undertones of envy, using slithering motifs to represent the toxic, corrosive nature of jealousy. ____> Accessories: A statement ring or brooch, possibly shaped like a snake, serpent, or eye, symbolizing the constant watchfulness of envy—always sizing up others and seeking to mimic or surpass. Gloves made from soft leather or suede, either green or black, that are slightly too tight, representing the restrictions envy places on its victim—always wanting more but never quite having enough. ____> Footwear: Laced boots or high-fashion sneakers with metallic green detailing to provide a slight edge, while hinting at how envy, when unchecked, can lead to self-destructive or obsessive behaviour. ____> Hair & Makeup: Slicked-back hair with a slightly wet look to mimic the shine of venom or snakeskin. Dark green or emerald hair accents subtly woven in for an ethereal, envious glow. Alternatively, hair could be styled into tight, precise curls, adding a sense of coiled tension. Green smoky eyes, fading into black at the outer edges for a reptilian effect. A touch of iridescent green shimmer on the inner corners of the eyes and under the brow bone, adding depth and allure. Sharp contouring along the cheekbones and jawline for a chiselled, predatory look. Lips in a pale green gloss or a matte, ashy gray to emphasize a venomous, serpentine allure. ✧ WRATH __Theme: Anger, rage, vengeance. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: A sharp, angular silhouette to emphasize power, dominance, and a sense of hostility. Think broad, structured shoulders, a tapered waist, and tight, fitted pants, creating an aggressive, almost militaristic aesthetic. The outfit could feature asymmetry, such as one side having a longer sleeve, cape, or more intricate details, to represent the imbalance and chaos of anger. Layering with torn or jagged edges adds to the visual of something volatile and destructive, as though the outfit itself has been through a battle. ____> Fabric: Use leather, vinyl, or structured neoprene for the base material to give the outfit a tough, unyielding feel. Burnout fabrics (with semi-transparent, scorched patterns) or charred, textured textiles can add depth, symbolizing the aftermath of destruction. Incorporate reflective or iridescent elements, like metallic armour plating, to resemble molten steel or glowing embers beneath the surface. ____> Colour Palette: Deep crimson and fiery orange dominate, representing fire and rage. Black serves as the base colour, adding a sense of darkness and menace. Accents of burnished gold or gunmetal silver represent molten metals and the burning intensity of wrath. Gradient effects, like black fading into red at the edges of the fabric, symbolize the transition from simmering anger to an explosive outburst. ____> Details: Armor-inspired elements, like chest plates, shoulder guards, or gauntlets, give the impression of a warrior prepared for battle. These could have jagged, claw-like designs to emphasize aggression. Flame motifs could be subtly incorporated, such as embroidered patterns across the chest or sleeves, giving the outfit a dynamic, fiery look. Slashed or shredded details in the sleeves or pants create a sense of rawness and destruction, as though the outfit itself has been torn in the heat of anger. ____> Accessories: A cape or cloak, jagged and asymmetrical, could symbolize fire licking at the wearer’s back. It could be made from a semi-transparent, shimmering material like organza, dyed with a fiery gradient. The cape might appear to "flicker" like flames as the model moves. Studded belts or harnesses could wrap around the torso, suggesting control over an uncontrollable force, like anger harnessed as power. Metal cuffs or gloves with sharp, spiked edges add to the aggressive, warlike vibe. The gloves could appear charred or blackened, suggesting the wearer’s hands are "burned" from their own fury. ____> Footwear: Heavy boots, perhaps with metallic toe caps or spiked details, grounded in dark colours like black or gunmetal, exude strength and resilience. The soles could have a fiery glow effect, as though the wearer is treading on molten ground. Alternatively, sleek, sharp-toed shoes in black leather with crimson accents add a sophisticated yet dangerous edge. ____> Hair & Makeup: Tousled and spiked hair with a slightly wild, untamed look, as if he just stepped out of a storm. Subtle streaks of red or orange highlights woven into dark hair to evoke flames or heat. Alternatively, hair could be slicked back tightly, with jagged ends to resemble sharp edges or molten lava. Smoky eyes with deep red and black shades blended outward, creating a "burnt" effect. A bold, smudged black liner under the eyes to give an intense, brooding stare. Subtle red contouring along the cheekbones and temples, mimicking embers or heat radiating from his skin. Lips left bare or lightly darkened with a hint of charcoal gray for a raw, gritty appearance. ✧ SLOTH __Theme: Laziness, apathy, avoidance of action. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: The silhouette is loose and flowing, with draping layers and an almost weightless appearance to symbolize the lack of drive or energy. Think of a gown with cascading asymmetry, where the fabric pools slightly at the hem or drags behind, giving the impression of someone too lethargic to lift it. A wrap-style bodice or slip dress foundation conveys comfort and ease, as though the wearer simply "threw it on." The sleeves could be extra-long and oversized, with billowing fabric that occasionally obscures the hands, hinting at inactivity and a reluctance to take action. ____> Fabric: Silk, chiffon, and velvet dominate the design, as these materials move fluidly and feel luxurious while requiring no structure or effort to wear. Crushed velvet or slightly wrinkled fabrics add a sense of softness and disarray, suggesting the wearer couldn’t be bothered to press or perfect their appearance. Sheer overlays in pastel or muted tones create a dreamy, almost ghostly effect as if the wearer is barely present in the moment. ____> Colour Palette: Muted, pale pastels like powder blue, lavender, and soft beige dominate, reflecting a sense of calm and detachment. Ivory and dusty grey add a faded quality, as though the outfit has aged or been worn without care. Subtle hints of gold or pearl sheen provide a touch of elegance, making the look appear beautiful despite its lazy essence. ____> Details: Draped, uneven hems suggest carelessness as if the garment is unfinished or slipping off the model. One shoulder could be exposed, with the other covered, implying an almost accidental elegance. Frayed edges or deliberately undone seams add a subtle sense of neglect. Feather accents could be used lightly on the cuffs, neckline, or train to suggest both weightlessness and fragility. A corset-style bodice, if included, could be slightly loosened or asymmetrical, giving the impression of a lack of effort to tighten it properly. ____> Accessories: A flowing shawl or cape, attached loosely and often slipping off the shoulders, reinforces the impression of inactivity or disinterest in maintaining the look. This could be made of sheer, cloud-like fabric that swirls lazily as the model walks. Barely-there jewellery—a single, delicate chain or minimalistic earrings—suggests the wearer couldn’t muster the energy to accessorize further. A headpiece or veil, slightly askew or draped over one eye, evokes a sense of being half-asleep or disconnected. It could include subtle floral or feather motifs, like remnants of a dream. ____> Footwear: Flat sandals or barefoot (with jewelled anklets) emphasize simplicity and the refusal to exert effort. Alternatively, delicate slippers in velvet or satin, with no discernible heel, add an air of softness and comfort. ____> Hair & Makeup: Hair would be styled in a loose, tousled way, as though the model woke up and barely touched it. Stray strands frame the face for a dreamy, undone look. Makeup would feature dewy skin, with soft, hazy tones on the eyes, giving an ethereal, just-woke-up look. The lips could be a barely-there nude or pale blush. ✧ GREED __Theme: Excess, materialism, a desire for more than necessary. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: The silhouette is bold and dramatic, with a focus on extravagance and a sense of overwhelming presence. A mermaid-style gown with a dramatic, flowing train symbolizes wealth cascading endlessly. The bodice is tight-fitting and sculpted, emphasizing control and possession, while the lower half fans out in rich, layered textures that evoke treasure spilling out of a chest. High slits or an exposed back add a seductive, tantalizing edge, reflecting Greed’s allure and manipulative charm. ____> Fabric: The outfit uses metallic fabrics—gold, platinum, and bronze—to mimic coins and jewels. Rich materials like satin, velvet, and brocade dominate, symbolizing wealth and status. Chainmail-inspired overlays or embroidered mesh with sparkling stones give the illusion of being armoured with riches. Small gemstone appliqués encrusted in the fabric mimic embedded treasures. ____> Colour Palette: Gold is the primary colour, symbolizing wealth and greed. Emerald green and ruby red serve as bold accents, representing precious jewels. Black is subtly incorporated to add depth and sophistication, making the other colours pop. Iridescent touches create the illusion of shifting wealth as the model moves. ____> Details: Coin-like embellishments dangle from the hem, neckline, and sleeves, producing a faint jingling sound as the model moves, creating an auditory sense of wealth. The gown’s train is lined with sequins or paillettes that shimmer like a cascade of gold dust. A high collar or structured shoulder piece adorned with spikes or chains suggests dominance and power over possessions. The bodice could feature gemstone embroidery in intricate, swirling patterns, forming shapes like vines to symbolize Greed’s all-encompassing nature. ____> Accessories: A crown or tiara made of overlapping gold coins and gemstones sits slightly askew on the head, emphasizing an imperial, untouchable presence. Layered jewellery—chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and rings—piles onto the model. The excess of jewellery should feel both indulgent and slightly overwhelming as if Greed can't stop acquiring. Gold chain belts drape around the waist, accentuating curves while adding a sense of binding oneself to material possessions. A golden clutch resembling a treasure chest could serve as a prop to complete the ensemble. ____> Footwear: Sky-high stilettos encrusted with rhinestones or small jewels mirror the decadence of the rest of the outfit. Gold plating on the heels adds a reflective quality, further emphasizing the wealth theme. ____> Hair & Makeup: Hair is styled in a sleek, polished updo, possibly adorned with gem-studded hairpins or golden chains intertwined. Makeup features flawless, glowing skin, with a strong emphasis on gilded highlights. Gold eyeshadow and a sharp cat-eye liner give a commanding, regal look. Lips are painted in deep red or metallic gold, adding richness and allure. ✧ LUST __Theme: Intense desire, craving, sexual attraction. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: A figure-hugging silhouette accentuates curves, with an emphasis on the hourglass shape. The dress could feature a high slit on one side and a plunging neckline or a corseted bodice, symbolizing vulnerability paired with dominance. The hemline is asymmetrical, with cascading layers that flow behind the model, giving an air of theatricality and allure. ____> Fabric: Use silk, satin, and lace, which are synonymous with sensuality and luxury. Sheer panels in strategic areas (along the legs, back, or sides) provide glimpses of skin, creating an enticing, almost teasing effect. Leather or vinyl accents add a bold, daring edge, contrasting with the softness of silk and lace. ____> Colour Palette: Deep crimson dominates, representing passion and desire. Black accents add mystery and sophistication, heightening the seductive appeal. Subtle hints of burgundy, gold, or rosé pink soften the palette and suggest intimacy. Iridescent or shimmering details, such as sequins or beads, catch the light and add a hypnotic, alluring quality. ____> Details: Lace overlays on the bodice and skirt incorporate floral or vine-like patterns, suggesting the intertwining nature of temptation. The corset could feature embroidered flames or hearts, symbolic of burning passion. The back of the gown could include delicate straps or chains, crisscrossing and drawing attention to exposed skin. Feather-like or petal-inspired accents could trail down the train or sleeves, evoking a soft, tantalizing touch. The gown’s hem could include subtle slashes or tears, symbolizing raw, untamed emotion beneath the elegance. ____> Accessories: Thigh-high stockings with intricate lace patterns peek through the slit, enhancing the outfit’s seductive tone. A choker necklace—perhaps velvet with a ruby or heart-shaped pendant—symbolizes submission and dominance. Long, opera-style gloves, made of satin or lace, add an element of classic sensuality. Earrings could feature dangling chains or gemstones, drawing attention to the neck and collarbone. A delicate veil or mask, perhaps made of lace or sheer fabric, adds an air of mystery and forbidden allure. ____> Footwear: Stilettos with a glossy, lacquered finish in red or black exude confidence and poise. The shoes could have ankle straps with dangling charms, such as hearts or chains, to further enhance the seductive theme. ____> Hair & Makeup: Hair is styled in soft, flowing waves or a sleek updo with loose tendrils framing the face, emphasizing sensuality. Makeup focuses on dramatic features. Smoky eyes in shades of black and crimson, with glittery highlights to create a captivating gaze. Lips painted a bold, glossy red or deep wine shade symbolize desire. Skin is luminous and glowing, with highlighter on the cheekbones and collarbones to create a subtly irresistible sheen. ✧ GLUTTONY __Theme: Excessive indulgence, overconsumption, greed for food. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: The outfit features a layered, asymmetrical silhouette that combines tight, restrictive sections with flowing, chaotic elements, symbolizing the tension between control and release. A structured jacket or harnessed bodice appears fractured or split, with sections peeling or bursting open to expose layers beneath. The lower half consists of jagged, uneven trousers or a skirt-like drape of torn fabric, representing the destruction caused by purging. ____> Fabric: High-gloss latex or vinyl for parts of the outfit reflects slickness as if invoking the imagery of liquid or expulsion. Tattered organza or sheer fabrics spill out from rips and slashes in the outer layers, representing waste or remnants. Distressed leather or burnout velvet adds a worn, decayed texture, emphasizing damage and excess. Metallic threading or embroidery mimicking streaks or spills symbolizes the aftermath of purging. ____> Colour Palette: Ivory and pale beige dominate, evoking the pallor of overindulgence and aftermath. Deep wine red, black, and sickly green accents reflect the violent, destructive elements of purging. Hints of silver add an industrial, sterile quality, like surgical steel or reflective surfaces. ____> Details: The jacket features sharp, angular cuts, with panels "spilling out" layers of fabric beneath, mimicking regurgitated excess. Sleeves could be uneven, with one arm tightly bound by buckles or straps and the other draped in loose, shredded fabric, symbolizing the imbalance of control and chaos. Liquid-like embroidery in glossy black or red streams down the chest and sides, representing expelled material. The back includes slashed or perforated sections, suggesting damage or release, with sheer panels underneath adding to the vulnerable, exposed look. Chain-like elements could dangle from the shoulders or waist, clinking faintly as the model moves, symbolizing restraint and the cyclical nature of purging. ____> Accessories: A choker or neckpiece designed to resemble a gag or medical apparatus symbolizes discomfort and the violence of the act. A mask or half-mask covers part of the face, resembling a breathing apparatus, adding an eerie, sterile feel. Finger accessories like long metallic rings or sharp nail-like embellishments suggest sharpness and violence. A belt or sash with dangling utensils (e.g., forks, knives) evokes the tools of overindulgence, now discarded. ____> Footwear: Chunky platform boots with distressed, uneven soles, suggesting instability and struggle. Alternatively, pointed-toe shoes with liquid-like metallic finishes reinforce the sense of sleek excess turned sinister. ____> Hair & Makeup: Hair is wet-styled, slicked back or tousled, as if drenched, evoking imagery of liquid and release. Makeup emphasizes hollowed eyes with smudged, shadowy accents and hints of redness to suggest strain. Lips are slightly pale or bruised, with a faint metallic sheen to mimic the discomfort of purging. The skin is highlighted to appear sweaty or clammy, adding to the unsettling, visceral aesthetic. ✧ GOSSIP __Theme: Manipulative, charming, and attention-grabbing by nature. __Outfit Concept: ____> Silhouette: The outfit should be form-fitting with a dramatic flair, representing the character's need to always be at the centre of attention, drawing eyes to them, but with a sense of unpredictability. Consider a tight corset with ruffled elements at the shoulders or cuffs, symbolizing the excess of attention they require. Alternatively, a tailored, sleek suit with frilly accents around the neckline or waist adds an edge of controlled chaos to the character’s look. ____> Fabric: Chiffon, silk, and organza could be used to create a sense of lightness and transparency, but paired with opaque elements like leather or heavy tweed to represent the double-edged nature of gossip—seemingly innocent but ultimately corrosive. The outfit could feature a subtle sheen, suggesting that the character’s charm and the surface appearance are all designed to mask the deeper, more dangerous side of their nature. Metallic threads in silver or pearl could be woven into the fabric, representing the shiny, tantalizing nature of gossip that always promises more but never delivers truth. ____> Colour Palette: The dominant colours would likely be pale blues, light pinks, or lavender, which convey a sense of lightness and superficial charm, but these can be contrasted with bold accents of black or dark purple to represent the underlying deceptiveness and malice of gossip. To further underscore the theme, the outfit might have gradients that shift from light to dark, symbolizing how gossip often begins as something harmless but can evolve into something darker, twisting the truth. ____> Details: Feathered or lace embellishments near the collar or hem could evoke a sense of delicacy and fragility—the idea that gossip, though light and airy, can be damaging when repeated. Intricate beadwork or chains hanging from the waist or across the shoulders could symbolize the web of connections that gossip creates, the way it entangles people and spreads outwards. Ripped or frayed edges at the sleeves or hem might be included to show that gossip, despite appearing pristine on the surface, often causes damage beneath. ____> Accessories: A large, dramatic hat or headpiece with netting or lace could evoke the gossipy archetype of someone with an air of mystery and authority in a conversation. The hat would also draw attention to the face, symbolizing how gossip is often a means to gain attention. A fan or a handheld mirror—symbols of vanity, control, and a tool to manipulate how others are perceived. The fan, particularly, represents whispering and spreading rumours, while the mirror could hint at the self-serving nature of gossip, as it reflects the gossiper’s own needs. Gloves might be worn in a pristine white or light colour, representing a facade of purity, while the gloves could have hidden nail marks or subtle stains to symbolize the true, manipulative character beneath the surface. ____> Footwear: Pointed heels or boots with thin heels could symbolize the sharp, cutting nature of gossip—something that may appear innocent and charming on the outside but leaves wounds on those it touches. ____> Hair & Makeup: The hair is styled with texturizing products to create a tousled, almost wind-swept appearance as if caught mid-action or conversation. Eyes highlighted with sharp winged eyeliner and glitter accents along the lash line, symbolizing sparkle and allure. Bold lashes with feathered or extended tips to mimic whispers or fleeting thoughts. Lips painted in a dusky mauve or deep plum, create an air of seduction and mystery. Highlighter on the cheeks and temples for a dramatic, glistening effect, as if reflecting light from many angles. [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Mon, 21/10/2024 02:14 (1 Month 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.     ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 05/09/2024 18:02 (2 Months ago) |
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hellooo! dropping off some gems into your gifts shortly <3 [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 30/08/2024 13:17 (2 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Souvenirs Assombris ⁺₊✧ "clouded memories" Silent Hill inspired brain rot - yikes Potential series of Stelle nightmare fics? Takes place (probably, likely) during arc iv of IS canon timeline. Just dumping this here so I don't forget when I get time to write again <3 [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 31/07/2024 11:25 (3 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Fantasy AU! ✧₊⁺ Hedera Voicelines ⁺₊✧  ❀ 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." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 31/07/2024 00:28 (3 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Fantasy AU! ✧₊⁺ Fae!Stelle ⁺₊✧ 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  ___❀ Voice Claim - info ❀ 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. ✧₊⁺ Mini Gallery ⁺₊✧     [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 17/07/2024 23:44 (4 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake His Dark Materials ✧₊⁺ Dæmon ⁺₊✧ “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. ❀ Headcanons ❀ ... ❀ ... ❀ ... ✧₊⁺ Mini Gallery ⁺₊✧ Settled Form     Past Forms       ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 16/07/2024 03:22 (4 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Genshin Impact ✧₊⁺ Character Sheet ⁺₊✧ "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 [ banner ] ❀ Lore ❀ [ icon ]___
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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 Show
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 Signature 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 || Ideal Stats: HP%, ATK%, Elemental Mastery __Thwarted: to prevent someone from accomplishing something __Hour; a measure of time Goblet of Eonothem: Bittersweet Parfum || Ideal Stats: Dendro DMG Bonus%, HP%, ATK% __Bittersweet: Happiness marked by emotions of suffering or regret __Parfum: Fragrance or scent Circlet of Logos: Crown of Entanglement || Ideal Stats: CRIT DMG%, HP%, ATK% __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. Show
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A1: Nagadus Emerald Sliver (1) + Rainbow Rose (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (3) A2: Nagadus Emerald Fragment (3) + Quelled Creeper (2) + Rainbow Rose (10) + Whopperflower Nectar (15) A3: Nagadus Emerald Fragment (6) + Quelled Creeper (4) + Rainbow Rose (20) + Shimmering Nectar (12) A4: Nagadus Emerald Chunk (3) + Quelled Creeper (8) + Rainbow Rose (30) + Shimmering Nectar (18) A5: Nagadus Emerald Chunk (6) + Quelled Creeper (12) + Rainbow Rose (45) + Energy Nectar (12) A6: Nagadus Emerald Gemstone (6) + Quelled Creeper (20) + Rainbow Rose (60) + Energy Nectar (24) Show
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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 the Bleeding Heart status on enemies. Enemies inflicted with Bleeding Heart are bonded to Estella. Every second, 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. Nearby allies will gain an ATK boost equal to 10% of Estella's ATK. The appearance of the Jade Garden varies, depending on Estella's HP at the time of casting. While 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. 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%. This effect is further increased by 100% when Estella's HP is lower than 50%. Can be triggered once every 10s. 4th Ascension Passive: Pheral Whilst in 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 Show
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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) Show
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Constellation Name: Nerium Indicum || Meaning: Oleander Symbolism: A highly toxic and hardy plant; an emblem of desire and and the complexities of relationships.  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. Show
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Signature Weapon: Silkweaver (ref) Rarity: ★★★★★ Base ATK: 608 Energy Recharge: 55.1% Threads of Delicacy: When the character equipping this weapon uses an Elemental Burst, increases Movement SPD by 10%, and increases ATK SPD by 10%. After casting an Elemental Burst, when enemies are hit with a Normal Attack, they will be tied with the Silk of Mori. At the end of the wielder's Attack sequence, all affected enemies will take an additional instance of DMG equal to 20~40% of ATK. ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 10/07/2024 21:31 (4 Months 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. ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 08/07/2024 12:19 (4 Months 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 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 a 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 was 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 in keeping 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 favorite, 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 honor of opening it. "It's not much, really, but I figured spending the day with your favorite 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 favorite 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 favorite 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. ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 06/07/2024 23:07 (4 Months ago) |
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♥! Activity Check !♥ Evening~! Hope you all are well ♥ Super short update- But, firstly, apologies for not being as active as I should have c': Partly due to being busy irl, but also partly because I just dislike bugging people in general- However, the purpose of this post is just to get a general idea of who's still interested in continuing the roleplay. I have no issues with keeping it on hold if it's just a case of people needing more time, just let me know! ^^" In the meantime, there are a few characters that have re-opened: the character of "Lust" and, to my knowledge, "Greed". If I need to add any of the others to the list, feel free to send me a message over PP/PM/here! There'll be no hard feelings, promise! I think that's all for now <3 Take care of yourselves, and do life first! [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Tue, 02/07/2024 02:35 (4 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Callistus Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Character Sheet ⁺₊✧ ✧ Theme Song - info  _____✧ Etymology Callistus - cuh.lis.tus Derived from the Greek name Κάλλιστος (Kallistos) meaning "most beautiful". Other variants of the name include: ‘Callisto’, ‘Calixte’, and ‘Calixtus’ The spelling perhaps influenced by the Latin ‘calix’ meaning ‘wine cup’. ✧ Demographics ★ Date of Birth: December 2nd | ★ Star Sign: Sagittarius | ★ Age: 46 years old ★ Gender: Male | ★ Pronouns: He/Him | ★ Sexuality: Hetero ★ Nationality: French | ★ Place of Birth: Marseille, France ✧ Introduction “Stelle - I didn’t pass my good looks on to you for you to look so miserable. Lighten up a bit: smile!” Callistus, a magnetic and influential figure, held the esteemed position of director at Illusion Studios, a renowned modeling agency nestled in the bustling streets of New York City. Nearly twenty years ago, he made the pivotal decision to acquire the company, which at the time bore a different name and did not enjoy the same level of recognition it does today. Being a witness to his young daughter's happiness and meteoric ascent in the industry was what motivated this decision. Despite his lack of prior experience in the world of fashion, Callistus possessed an astute ability to identify raw talent and, as a result, succeeded in nurturing a formidable and committed roster that captivated the public's attention. As the agency's acclaim surged, a flood of applications poured in, seeking to join the ranks. Yet, the fleeting nature of the clients' engagements became apparent as they completed only a handful of bookings before departing, despite Illusion Studios' budding reputation in the industry. Callistus experienced conflicting emotions in response. On one hand, in the eyes of a father, he took pride in witnessing his clients' growth, likening it to the fledgling flight of baby birds leaving the nest for the first time. On the other hand, as a businessman, he couldn't afford to continue incurring losses to his competitors. To address this, Callistus ultimately made the decision to substantially reduce the number of models under his supervision. Instead, he opted to focus on a smaller, yet permanent group, enabling him to devote his undivided attention to shaping them into exemplars of absolute perfection. ✧ Appearance The secret to looking this good at his age? Despite his age, he is without the common signs of aging, his skin smooth and clear, and lacking silver streaks in his hair. Most would say that this is only possible for someone with money to spare. While this it partly true, Callistus would say that it's all about finding happiness as one's self. Callistus' philosophy in life is simple yet powerful - focus on the good, and the rest will fall into place. He embraces whatever life has to throw at him with a confident grin, believing that showing any signs of worry will only ruin the mood. It takes more muscles and effort to frown, so why not just smile? You've surely seen those giant teddy bears in the totally-not-rigged claw machines in the arcades. That's Callistus. Intimidatingly huge, but a complete softie in nature. In a more literal sense, Callistus stands at 6'2, is broad-shouldered, but not quite as lean as he used to be - he's let himself go a little, indulging in the many pleasures that life has to offer, since stepping down as the Director of Illusion Studios. A little rugged looking, he has a thick mane of curly dark brown hair, which is often slightly unkempt from being tangled by the wind as he goes about his day. His eyes are a deep brown, exuding warmth and gentleness. ✧ Personality ★ Personality type (MBTI): ENFP-A | ★ Personality type (Enneagram): 7w8 | ★ Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? "Here for a good time, not a long time" - isn't that what all the cool kids say? Callistus exists as a free spirit, living his life to the beat of his own drum, and does so seldom without a smile. Highly outgoing, his natural charisma is magnetic and draws in crowds effortlessly. Callistus loves to socialize and connect, having no qualms about jumping into a spontaneous conversation with others, whether it be with passing strangers or close friends. His age, despite slowly creeping up on him, has seemingly not stunted his youthful energy. He often spills whatever is on his mind, without filter, and without thinking. Because of this, he can be quite troublesome to be around. Although he never means any harm, his teasing sometimes gets a little out of hand, especially when his daughter is on the receiving end. Although always looking at the brighter side of life may appear as a positive trait, it's also one of Callistus' biggest downfalls. Brushing off his own needs in order to earn the endorsement of others has made him unreliable, as a manager, but also as a father, by failing to recognize the seriousness behind one's distress. Callistus' need to make everyone feel included leaves no room for real leadership, dismissing the flaws of others so that their more favorable qualities can shine, ultimately leading Illusion Studios to become riddled with the complex issues of its residents. ✧ Early Life Surprisingly, Callistus' relationship with his parents was never close. His mother, a simple housewife, and his father, an artist (a clothes designer, to be more precise), were often preoccupied with their own pursuits. His father, in particular, was a recluse who spent most of his time in his atelier, leaving Callistus to his own devices. With little structure or guidance at home, Callistus spent his younger years with his friends, engaging in typical mischievous boyhood activities. However, as Callistus entered his teenage years, his parents began to feel the need to instill some discipline and responsibility in him to keep him anchored from a future of deviance. They believed that a job would provide him with a sense of purpose and keep him grounded. By then, his father's reputation and work had gained recognition, and Callistus took on the role of a salesperson for his father's designs. By the young age of twenty, Callistus had become the spokesperson for his father's work, which often required of him to attend formal affairs in his place. It had been a last minute switch, after his father came down with a sickness, that meant Callistus had to be present at this specific showcase. Upon meeting the gaze of the model who would be wearing his father's latest creation, Callistus experienced the metaphoric butterflies and - perhaps for the very first time - struggled to put his words together. If he didn't believe in love at first sight beforehand, he sure did now, stuttering with a nervous laugh as he tried his best to remain professional. So Callistus did what he did best, charming her with his honeyed words and cheesy gestures. Even after she traveled back to America, they kept in contact. Sometime after, a long-distance relationship was established between them. He's a married man by the age of twenty-two and several months later, he becomes a father to his daughter, Estella. He was an extremely anxious father, especially during the first few months of her life, but was also very hands-on when it came to raising her. For the next three years, they'd live in Paris, before making a leap and moving to New York, once Estella's mother was fit to return to the modeling scene. Already having made a name for himself, Callistus easily scores a job under a director of a small agency, as a manager whose main focus was recruiting and building relations. Illusion Studios would be his next major investment, snapping off his branch and propagating alone. If it were anyone else, they would have been immediately swallowed up by the surrounding competition. But the connections Callistus had constructed over the years gave him an advantage that allowed him to quickly climb the ladder to success. Although he still had little to no knowledge about the actual modeling part, he understood how to sell. When clients followed him, in hopes of joining the newly renovated establishment alongside him, he could easily pick apart the genuine from those who were not so much. For a while, everything was going to plan, the agency's recognition growing as each day passed. It wasn't until he noticed the wavering retention of clients that Callistus realized that there was an issue, one that he couldn't figure out why, but led him to make a huge change that ruffled many feathers within the industry. Unfortunately for them, this controversial decision of his only propelled Illusion Studios further to the top. ✧ About: Ignorance Ignorance is not bliss. The line between ignorance and unawareness can be a very thin line to tread. Most people who are aware of the truth may choose to ignore it because the alternative, living in a world of lies, can sometimes feel more comfortable. For instance, it can be easier to adhere to societal norms and beliefs rather than question them and risk being outcasted. Ignorance implies a conscious decision to not acknowledge or accept the truth, while unawareness is a lack of knowledge or understanding. In both cases, individuals are choosing to remain in a state of denial. However, this denial can have serious consequences, as it prevents personal growth and hinders progress in society. ✧ About: Estella Although he's constantly treading on thin ice, he loves her more than anything, despite how distant she's grown, how much she says she hates him, or how embarrassing he is to be around. She's so precious to him. Callistus can't help but tease her whenever he's granted the privilege of meeting her, longing to see the smile that's long since faded. It's the only way he knows how to show his happiness of being around her: Estella claims to be too old for all the sappy father-daughter things. It's clear to him that their relationship is not what it used to be and he misses having his mini-me by his side. But what's not been as obvious is the reason why. Estella never gives an honest answer, her story and excuses always changing. Not once did he expect parenthood to be easy, but where did he go wrong? Was this just one of those teen phases she was late of growing out of? For the sake of preserving what's left of their bond, Callistus has given up pressing for an explanation, hoping she'll come around in her own time. ✧ Headcanons ✧ Callistus, whose signature flower is a classic red Rose; symbolizing passion, love, and devotion. ✧ Callistus, whose signature animal is a Lemur; symbolizing familial love, playfulness, and a spirited individual. ✧ Callistus, who doesn't need a drink to hit his dad moves on the dancefloor and makes it his job to drag everyone with him. ✧ Callistus, who (poorly) plays matchmaker for his daughter, often palming her off to suitors to dance with at events. ✧ Callistus, who has only recently learnt that his daughter is gay, but is supportive, nonetheless; it explains why she's never brought home a boyfriend. ✧ Callistus, who also has no idea of his daughter's past illegal activities (Estella has no plans on telling him either). ✧ Callistus, who refers to his daughter's darling as "ma Soleli"; it derives from "rayon de soleli" meaning "ray of sunshine". ✧ Callistus, who... 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Posted: Sat, 29/06/2024 01:02 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Dandelion ⁺₊✧ Alternate Arc / Stelle's Vengence 
[ A Damsel in Distress ] - with only a few more months until NYFW, a stressed Stelle calls her father for support. Calling him was her last resort. Estella rarely calls (him, especially), but she’s dialled the number five times in the past half-hour, her voice painfully cracking as she leaves a voicemail when there’s no answer. New York Fashion Week was just a couple of months away, yet everything was in shambles. She’s stressed, evident by her panda-eyed look - Estella’s not sure if it’s just smudged makeup from crying, or dark circles from being unable to sleep. Her rough appearance is the last of her worries: she hasn’t emerged from her apartment in three - or was it four? - days now, nothing but silence from her. If anyone had the ability to find a light amidst the tumult, it would be her father. It would always be him. There’s no warning, not even a reply from him. Estella’s so out of it that she doesn’t hear him arrive, scaring the living daylights out of her when she finally notices him standing at the office door later that evening, a takeout bag in hand. The gloomy state in which he finds her is pitiful. Few words are exchanged between them before she disappears to freshen up with her father promising to put together dinner. By the time she gets back, their plates are on the dining table: shrimp fettuccine, salad, breadsticks with various dipping sauces. She’s speechless, grateful for the thought. Though, the fearful expression on her face at the amount of food before her may have indicated otherwise. The last time she had a proper meal? Who knows. "I hope you don't mind that it’s not the authentic stuff, but it was the closest place - the traffic is awful around here at this time.” "I also have strawberry cream cake, if you can give me back an empty plate." [ Deal with the Devil ] - Callistus presents his daughter with a solution, but she's not amused by his suggestion. ✧ meeting with her father the following day, and listening to his solutions ✧ rejecting them bc of trauma :) “It's a terrible idea - do you have any idea what image that would leave on the company?” “I’m not doing it. Like you said, there’s not enough time to prepare someone new. I’d rather go with one less model.” [ Undertaker ] - to give her younger self the send-off she deserves, Estella begrudgingly agrees. ✧ ✧ down the rabbit hole that is childhood memories w stelle !! ✧ estella never "officially" agrees, but starts taking care of herself for the sake of healing the ghost of her past “quote” “quote” [ Fit for a Sinner ] - collaborating with designers to create her outfit, fulfilling the role of 'Lust'. ✧ estella entrusts the agency in her father's hands while she travels and meets with designers ✧ artist!stelle; so many sketches, so undecisive ✧ exploring the implications of 'lust' “quote” “quote” [ Flash-Bang ] - confronting trauma; Estella is scheduled for private photoshoots to acclimate her back into modelling. ✧ panic- help- it's so awkward, her body will not work the way she wants it to- ✧ she thinks they're silly, and doesn't take them seriously ✧ playing off her fear as just being insecure about herself “quote” “quote” [ Blindsighted ] - figuring out a way to make Stelle more comfortable in front of the cameras. ✧ seeing her outfit for the first time and hating it ✧ participating in a dress rehearsal and lowkey embarrassing herself in front of everyone?? she just can't do it- ✧ a lot of angry French noises in her office; girl's so frustrated and actually threatens to quit “quote” “quote” [ Death Comes Knocking ] - on the day of NYFW; Estella getting cold feet. [ ... ] “quote” “quote” [ Katabasis ] - Stelle's final runway walk. [ ... ] “quote” “quote” [ Resurrection ] - putting her past to rest. [ ... ] “quote” “quote” ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 23/06/2024 02:20 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Driving With Stelle ⁺₊✧ “Slow down? There's literally nothing in front of us-” “Cet idiot-! Do they not know what their blinkers are for??” "I don’t care who started it, if you all don’t start behaving like adults, I’ll stop this car and you can walk." Estella got her car as soon as she acquired her license at the age of eighteen. It's her baby, her first "big" purchase with this newfound independence. We’re not talking a few hundred on a designer bag, or a couple thousand on a tailor-made dress: that’s pocket money to her. She has, easily, dropped over 200k on the thing alone - in instalments, of course, for credit purposes. That does not include the modifications and regular maintenance she's had on it since. But, contrary to her investments, she knows near to nothing about cars - it simply being a symbol of her status, back in the day. Estella is very insistent on being able to drive herself to places, in spite of the security concerns from others. She'd roll her eyes at them, but that'd be unprofessional of her. In her eyes, her fame has long gone, unlikely that anyone would recognise her for her past feats, now. She finds the passenger experience awkward, not really knowing where her attention should be. While she could have the luxury of having a personal driver, she'd just rather not..? So chauffeurs are typically reserved for group events - her car just isn’t big enough to transport her whole team. Despite her unorganised character, Estella’s car is immaculate (perhaps not the glove box, but no one needs to be in there.) It always smells nice, like polished leather, and whatever fancy diffuser she has picked out. She has the car professionally cleaned once a week unless she’s busy and needs the car for travelling purposes. She doesn’t typically allow - trust is probably more accurate - anyone else to drive her car. Estella made that mistake shortly after getting the car, mortified when it cost her a repaint to cover up some scratches. If she’s in a good mood, she’ll toss the volunteer her keys for a reaction, only to quickly snatch them back. Her darling gets passenger princess privileges, always! Too stuffy? We've got AC. Cold? Heated seats. Music? Your choice <3 Estella won’t admit it, but she finds it somewhat amusing whenever anyone else tries to fight for that place. AUX control is prioritised by: her passenger, first, and then backseat guests. Don’t expect her to sing along, she isn't going to embarrass herself like that. She’ll only play her personal playlists on solo drives - they contain sensitive songs that, more often than not, end with tears. Estella considers herself a decent driver; quiet, but that’s because she’s focusing, especially in the city traffic - it gets chaotic. All is usually chill until she hits the freeway and there’s a decent distance between her and the car in front. Fasten your seatbelts and say your prayers, because the accelerator is being stepped on. Road rage? She'll deny that, also. Estella's not aggressive, it's just "the French accent" whenever she mutters to herself after crossing paths with a bad driver. It's honestly understandable when people forget the basic fundamentals of driving, She doesn't like drive-thrus, but if outnumbered by her entourage, she’ll begrudgingly divert to appease them. While convenient, it leaves so much rubbish littering her car - she expects everyone to clean up after themselves. Her standard order is just a small fries and diet soda. Driving advice from Stelle? Make sure you're in the right lane; Indicate your turnings; Don't drive up her rear - she will test your breaks. Also, don't drink and drive! Because she's definitely never ignored that one, ever. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 20/06/2024 15:04 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ "Shark Week" ⁺₊✧ “How do I cancel this subscription?” “I’m gay - I don’t need monthly confirmation to tell me that there’s no child in there.” "Why is my body angry for not having a child, when it'll only hurt ten times more to have said child?" No, because why are the first few days actually the worst? Stelle, who is usually pretty moody anyway, may just bite you if you touch her. And while, yes, the cramps hurt, it’s the audacity that nature still forces her to go through it, that kills her off. Stelle, who looks into birth control, because she heard once that they can end the torturous cycle. Blanket thievery becomes more prominent; she makes a little nest, almost, just to get comfy. Stelle, who wouldn’t typically refuse cuddles, but approach at your own risk (and bring painkillers). While common cravings include things like chocolate and ice cream, Estella likes chilled parfaits! Stelle, who rarely eats desserts - but a custardy French-styled parfait is just so nostalgic, while the American ones are super easy and convenient to make. Although very dramatic about the whole ordeal at home, she still has an image and reputation to maintain when working. Stelle, who isn’t swayed by that time of the month from wearing her favorite white three-pieces; she just takes extra care, even if it means attending to certain affairs a little late. Stelle’s favorite shark? Admittedly, she’s not well-versed in the different species. But, probably a hammerhead, because they look goofy. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 18/06/2024 11:11 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Stelle & Jealousy ⁺₊✧ “My face..? What’s wrong with my face?” “I’m not angry. What reason would I have to be angry?” "You’re thinking too deeply into this, I said I’m fine." Deny! Deny! Deny! However, the pout on her face says otherwise, and the not-so-subtle side glances of judgment? Girl. Is. Fuming. Now, Estella is naturally a bit of a grump and, at times, a dramatic one. She recognizes that she’s often triggered by things that may seem downright silly to others. Please don’t bug her about it - she's embarrassed and hates the confrontation even more. In the moments that she snaps back, she’s merely being defensive of her insecurity. All bark, no bite - but she doesn't actually mean what she says (usually). Estella takes a more passive/passive-aggressive approach to these feelings; She'd never consider raising a hand. Stelle, who has been hurt in the past, her innocence taken advantage of by someone whom she'd trusted. Stelle, who has been used by another and led to believe that it was love. Stelle, whose feelings have become confusing, and even more so now when it's serious - she's doing her best. Communication is a major struggle for her and in this case, conveying the issues that have caused these feelings to stir. It largely stems from an unresolved assault on her, as well as her parents' inconsideration of her stress that resulted from it. They were none the wiser, but perhaps she was just being a "spoilt brat" about it - a snide remark once made by her mother. Estella becomes withdrawn, suddenly disappearing as she supposedly remembers something important she needs to do. Resorts to giving the silent treatment: she won't tell you what you've done wrong. She can't discern whether she's more angry at you or herself. She’ll recollect herself in her own time, before reemerging like nothing had ever happened. Whether it be after a few hours, a day, a strong drink, or a nap later. It's not healthy to bottle everything up, but what other choice does she have when she feels as though no one takes her seriously? "...can we still cuddle tonight?" Stelle, who is extra clingy after recovering from a jealous episode, out of guilt; but also to get across the point of how much she truly cares. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 18/06/2024 02:58 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Estella Blake: In The Bag ⁺₊✧ prompt “Aha… That’s where it was…” “It’s all essential - I swear!” “I don’t even know how that got in there. This isn’t even mine, is it..?” Estella hoards, unintentionally: She forgets it's in there and buys unnecessary replacements. She looks like a squirrel when she's digging through the damn thing to find a specific chapstick she dropped in there. Casually, just dumps the whole thing out in her car, but she's panicking internally. Need something? Estella probably has it - you'll just have to give her a hot minute to look <3 Phone "Those messages? It's probably just the work group chat - I'll check later." Arguably, it is the most important thing in her bag. Estella uses the same phone for - both - work and whatever social life she has left. Why not just have two separate phones? She could easily afford to do so. However, she's a stress-head as it is, and having two phones constantly pinging with notifications might actually drive her to insanity. Estella finds using her phone to log upcoming appointments much more convenient than writing them in a physical diary, where they are more likely to be forgotten. Her lock screen wallpaper is a photo of her darling <3 Key Chain "..and this one, I got from when I went to ... that one time." The little twinkling sound that follows her. It holds her car keys, key card, and a key to her family's home back in Brooklyn. They tend to be hidden amongst the masses of charms she's obtained over the years, from gifts to travelling souvenirs. Wallet "No, it's okay - I'll pay for this, I insist." And what's in her wallet? Estella doesn't usually carry much cash, not when she's paying for everything Makeup Kit "Stop staring at me, I need to concentrate - We're already late, and I can't be seen looking like this." Tissues. Wipes. Small things like concealer, mascara, eye and lip pencils, setting powder, etc. Whether it be from listening to a particularly sad song or pre-meeting stress, Miss Girl cries a lot and refuses to be seen in such a state. So please excuse her if she's a little late, she just needs a minute or five to freshen up c': Feminine Products "Do I have...? Of course I have- oh... Don't worry, I've got you." In case of emergencies - you never know! They should be a staple in every bag, even if it's to help another girlfriend out <3 Hair Elastics "I think these might be yours?" Now, these definitely aren't hers. Estella doesn't tie her hair up: she doesn't like the look, while having shorter hair. Her hair is fine enough to be pinned back with a couple of bobby pins, should she ever decide to change up the style. At the same time, she has no idea how she's managed to collect these. But, they're there if someone needs one. Perfume "It's 'The Alchemist's Garden', Gucci; I'd recommend it, if it's in your budget." Estella's favorite scents for casual days tend to have sweet and light floral notes, nothing that's too overpowering but also tends to be on the pricier end. Cheap drugstore body sprays remind her of the nights spent in musky clubs during her rebellious teen years. "Snacks" "I'll join you for lunch as soon as I've finished this paperwork." A protein bar that has been sitting in the bottom of her bag since last week. It was meant to have been her "lunch" but she probably got too busy and forgot. She keeps meaning to take it out and throw it, but as the saying goes: out of sight, out of mind. She also carries mints, or gum (bad breath isn't attractive!), as well as a container of gummy vitamins for the days she's feeling a little lower than usual. Electrolyte sachets! They were recommended to her, once, as a way to supplement her poor diet. The last thing she needs is to become dependent on caffeine to keep her fueled throughout the day. ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 17/06/2024 14:02 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Solanum dulcamara ⁺₊✧ Bittersweet nightshade | a symbol of fidelity Wrapped in a blanket, Estella sits nestled in the corner of her couch, legs tucked beneath her, with a near-empty glass in her hand. A warm welcoming glow is cast through the windows of her penthouse apartment, hues of orange painting the walls, as the sun begins to set over the sprawling skyscrapers of New York City for the evening. The faint scent of cinnamon lingers in the air, sticky and sweet, just like the liquor residue on her lips. Licking them wet, notes of honey and spices dance on her tongue. It was almost the perfect way to end a long day of work. Almost... She chuckles to herself dryly. What was she even doing here? It had been a month since she had, officially, taken over her father's position as Director of Illusion Studios, and the regret that plagued her from day one had refused to settle. While most others would be over the moon about such a promotion, Estella couldn't feel more out of place. Despite all those years, swearing to herself that she would never have anything to do with modeling - or the industry in general - after the experience she had, yet here she was, expected to continue the legacy of one of the most prestigious agencies. Seemingly, an impossible task. She brings the glass to her lips. This feels wrong. The burn that surges down her throat as she swallows is one that Estella has become accustomed to, no longer one of discomfort, but the opposite rather; A bittersweet reminder of the risks she's taking. Nonetheless, this was just another promise she couldn't keep. She'll cut back - she said. She'll stop - she said. It was much easier said than done, especially when it was the only thing that could temporarily cease her worries. A moment of peace from her thoughts is all she craves. She glances over to the bottle on the kitchen counter. One more wouldn't hurt. Except it was never just one more. Not her first and likely not her last. But the bottle was now nearing empty, Estella taking that as her sign that her night was nearly over as warm fuzziness began to engulf her head. She’d regret it in the morning, when it all caught up to her, only for her to do it all over again. The feeling was hard to explain: the drinks, which were strong enough to block out her grief one moment, only to have her overthinking everything the next. One thing she knew for sure was that she needed to find a healthier coping mechanism as the liquor affected not only her mental state but her physical health too. She feels a wetness roll down her face. God - why was she crying? It was her fault - all of it. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. Had she been honest about everything from the start, would she be in this position now? Or could she be living out her silly childhood dream, still, wearing pretty dresses like the princesses in the fairytales that her father would speak of at bedtime? Estella had no idea how to begin putting together the words without feeling sick to her stomach from being reminded of that day. So she keeps it to herself, pushing it further into the back of her mind and hoping she just forgets. She doesn’t want to the disappointment on their faces again: her main reason for agreeing to this damned job. She dabs at her weeping eyes, cursing to herself as her make-up smears on the cuffs of her shirt. She regrets this. Yet, like the wildflowers that manage to bloom, even outside of their native habitats, Estella stubbornly refuses to ask for help. If proving her worth and devotion to her family meant enduring the torturous path until she, physically, no longer can - she would. [Read more] |
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