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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 593	Posted: Tue, 01/04/2025 02:29 (18 Hours ago)
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Posted: Wed, 26/03/2025 03:27 (6 Days ago)

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Callistus & Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby ⁺₊✧
Cal's a ~~model~~ menace, and Stelle needs therapy

“So, I’ve been thinking—”
“Oh God, please no.”

He shot her a mock-offended glance, clutching his chest like she’d just stabbed him.

The sun had finally chosen to grace the day with its warm embrace, bathing Central Park in a golden hue that felt enchanting. The afternoon unfolded with perfect serenity—a mild breeze danced through the vibrant leaves, creating a gentle rustle that blended harmoniously with the distant laughter of tourists exploring the park's pathways, while the sporadic barks of overexcited dogs added a lively note to the atmosphere.

Estella ambled alongside Callistus, cradling her iced brew coffee—a rich blend of smooth espresso, chilled milk, and more than enough sweetener to disguise that coffee taste. She relished her brief escape from Illusion Studios, allowing the aromas of warm pretzels and blooming flowers to envelop her as she walked. Despite the world bustling around them, she found comfort in the quietude of her thoughts, leaving the conversation mostly to Callistus, who animatedly recounted his latest creative endeavors.

However, Estella’s stride abruptly slowed, giving him a lethal side-eye over the rim of her cup as the subject of his monologue began to drift. She didn’t say a word, just took a slow, deliberate sip—that dangerous kind of silence. The one that made him feel like he’d just stepped into a trap.

“Rude. I was going to say that I’ve been thinking… you should get back into modelling.”
“Absolutely not.”
“What? Why not? You were practically made for it. It's not like it's difficult, either—like riding a bike. Or, like a walk in the park.”

A proud smile illuminated Callistus’ face as he gestured grandly toward the winding path that lay ahead, his enthusiasm evident in every exaggerated movement. Estella came to a sudden halt, her foot hovering just above the ground. With a slow, deliberate turn, she fixed her gaze on him, one brow arching in a deliberate, almost menacing manner. The playful twinkle in his eyes faltered as he sensed the lack of amusement radiating from her, her expression a clear indication that she found no humor in his attempt at a corny joke.

“Oh? Easy, huh?”
“Ridiculously. It’s just walking with good posture. Anyone can do it.”
“Prove it.”

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, daring him to proceed with caution. Estella takes a deliberate step back, mimicking his gesture to the path ahead, before crossing her arms in self-assurance. He blinked. For a brief second, Callistus looked at her like she was insane. He glanced around—the path was modestly crowded with joggers, couples, and families, none of whom were expecting a spontaneous fashion show.

“If it’s so easy, then model. Right here. Right now. Walk the catwalk, Mr. Big Shot.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Dead serious.”

And so, it began.

Phase 1: Disaster Strut

Callistus squared his shoulders, steeling himself for the challenge ahead, and took his first stride with a sense of determination. He placed one foot deliberately in front of the other, his chin slightly raised as if to indicate confidence in his every move. His hands hung loosely at his sides, conveying an air of relaxed assurance. For a brief, fleeting moment, he exuded a surprisingly promising aura—three solid seconds where all seemed poised and right. But then, in a moment of overenthusiasm, he began to swagger with exaggerated flair, as if he were auditioning for a role in a high-end cologne commercial, strutting with such bravado that it threatened to undermine the very confidence he sought to project.

“What is that?! Why are you walking like you’re about to sell me designer aftershave??”

Phase 2: Overly Confident

Driven by an unwavering desire to showcase his versatility, Callistus pivoted into a different technique that exuded confidence and strength. He transitioned into a rapid, powerful strut, each footfall sharp and commanding, resonating like thunder on a parade ground. With every heavy stride, it felt as though he were marching in unison with a battalion, projecting an undeniable authority and intensity that captured the attention of those passing by.

“This is my ‘power walk’.”
“You look like you’re trying to catch the last train home.”

Phase 3: Paparazzi?

By now, passersby were definitely watching the spectacle unfold. A couple seated on a nearby bench had halted their mid-conversation exchange, transfixed by the chaos that resembled a runway massacre unfolding in Central Park. A group of teenagers, giggling and whispering amongst themselves, couldn’t help but snicker at the ridiculousness of it all. Meanwhile, a man walking his golden retriever had paused, pulling out his phone with a furrowed brow—undoubtedly contemplating capturing whatever the hell this was.

Sensing the weight of countless eyes upon him, Callistus amplified his performance. He dramatically flung his jacket open like a cape, allowing it to billow theatrically in the breeze, before executing exaggerated over-the-shoulder glances at his invisible paparazzi. With each glance, he imagined the flash of cameras capturing his every move, fueling his desire to entertain the growing audience as they watched with a mix of bewilderment and amusement.

“You’re embarrassing yourself!”
“I’m serving iconic!”
“You’re serving public disturbance!”

The Final Verdict?

After what felt like several eternities, Callistus finally came to a dramatic, show-stopping halt—his hands firmly planted on his hips, chin raised high in triumph as if he had just clinched top honors at Paris Fashion Week. The intensity of his performance had left him slightly breathless, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. With a self-satisfied smirk painting his lips, he turned toward Estella, who remained a striking contrast to his flamboyance. She stood there, arms crossed and hands resting defiantly on her hips, her expression deadpan and unwavering. The starkness of her gaze locked onto his, unyielding and piercing.

“So? How’d I do?”
“…You owe me two years of therapy.”

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Posted: Thu, 20/03/2025 20:14 (12 Days ago)

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Estella Blake
#OBEY

Estella
"They softened the edges, filed me down—turned my words into ribbons."

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✧ Theme Song Venus Fly – Grimes ft. Janelle Monáe

✧ System Data [CLASSIFIED]

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CORE IDENTIFICATION DATA
Full Name: Estella [REDACTED]
Citizen ID: VII-004-CHASTITY
Status: VIIRTUE
Government Tier: Elite
Birthdate: June 30th
Age (Registered): 23 years
Registered Parents: Classified
Genetic Lineage Scan: [REDACTED] (Purity Verified)

COGNITIVE & BEHAVIOURAL PROFILE
Baseline Personality Model: Ideal – Submissive, Composed, Dutiful
Conditioning Status: Stable – No Recorded Deviations
Emotional Suppression Index: 98.4% (Excellent Compliance)
Loyalty Score: 95% (Government-Focused)
Behavioural Prediction Risk: Minimal
Interpersonal Relationship Index: Highly Selective (Restricted to Pre-Approved Individuals)

BIOMETRIC & PHYSICAL ENHANCEMENTS
Health Status: Peak Condition (Government Regulated)
Medical History: Minimal (Artificially Optimized)
Augmentations:
Neurological Restraint Chip - Active
Adaptive Dermal Enhancement - Active
Ocular Precision Mod - Active
Vocal Resonance Modulator - Active
Metabolic Stabilization Implant - Active

PERFORMANCE & PUBLIC INFLUENCE METRICS
Public Approval Rating: 98.6% (Elite Status)
Chastity Role Retention Score: 100% (No Risk of Replacement)
Media Influence Index: High – 4.8 Billion Followers
Psychological Appeal: Subliminal Reinforcement Active
Compliance Metrics:
Zero Deviations Recorded (Public)
[REDACTED] Minor Irregularities (Internal Monitoring)

LOCATION & ACTIVITY LOGS
Last Known Location: Classified
Monitored Social Circle: Restricted
Recent Communication Logs:
[REDACTED] – Government Official
VIIRTUES Internal Meetings
Live Media Appearances
Performance Evaluations

INTERNAL RISK ASSESSMENTS & HIDDEN ANOMALIES
Psychological Drift Index: 4.2% (Borderline Safe)
Latent Defiance Triggers: Minor (Monitoring Required)
Cognitive Dissonance Alerts:
Self-Questioning Episodes - Detected
Unregistered Emotional Responses Logged - Suppressed

✧ Introduction
"Purity is not the absence of desire—it is the mastery of it. In discipline, we find strength. In restraint, we find perfection. I am honoured to stand before you, not as a symbol of untouchability, but as a reminder of what we may become when we rise above indulgence and embrace the elegance of control." — Estella’s official address at her debut as Chastity.

Like any other career, potential candidates for VIIRTUES are identified through genetic profiling, psychological assessments, and behavioural conditioning from birth. These individuals—often the offspring of high-ranking officials, scientists, or model citizens—are raised under strict surveillance, and their development is closely monitored for any signs of deviance or imperfection. Estella, the daughter of a prominent government-sponsored model, was always considered an ideal candidate. However, she was not initially chosen for Chastity.

The role of Chastity required more than beauty—it demanded an unwavering adherence to purity, control, and restraint. Those who embodied Chastity were not only public figures but also frequent companions to the elite, escorting high-ranking officials, attending exclusive galas, and serving as the epitome of untouched elegance. It was a role of power, but also one of quiet subjugation.

Before Estella, another held the title of Chastity. Her name was Elysienne, a figure of almost legendary beauty and grace, revered for her composure and untouchable allure. Yet, despite her perfection, she vanished without warning. The official narrative was that Elysienne had “retired,” but whispers circulated among those closest to the elite—that she had glitched. Some say she simply disappeared overnight, erased from history, her face wiped from records as if she had never existed. Others suggest she was reprogrammed, her mind forcibly rewritten, and reassigned to a lesser role in society. The truth remains buried, but what is certain is that her sudden removal left a vacancy—one that needed to be filled immediately.

At the time of Elysienne’s disappearance, Estella was already an elite model, well on her way to being a public icon. She was a flawless example of obedience, but she lacked the necessary refinement for Chastity. Her transition into the role required intensive conditioning—months of re-education, psychological reinforcement, and physical enhancements. Her expressions, posture, and speech were recalibrated to be softer, yet authoritative. Her movements were adjusted to be deliberate, graceful, and hypnotic. Even her voice was subtly modified, its cadence designed to command attention without aggression.

Her public debut as Chastity was a grand event—an extravagant gala where she was unveiled in a shimmering white gown, a perfected vision of purity and poise. To the world, she was a beacon of grace, a guiding light of discipline and restraint. To the elite, she was something else entirely—a prize to be admired, a possession to be coveted but never touched.

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✧ Personality
MBTI: ISFJ - “The Defender” || Enneagram: 1w9 -”The Idealist” || Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral → Neutral Good(?)
Star Sign: Cancer
Positive Traits: Charismatic; Disciplined; Perceptive; Poised; Strategic
Neutral Traits: Cunning; Loyal; Manipulative; Perfectionist; Reserved
Negative Traits: Cautious; Cynical; Hypercritical; Isolated; Repressed

✧ Early Life
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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ On the Rocks ⁺₊✧
Drunk!Stelle Headcanons

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Drinking Preferences & Habits
Unintentionally Intimidating: Watching Estella drink is like watching someone do a business deal—poised, controlled, and effortlessly throwing back strong spirits. It makes people nervous.
Neat or On the Rocks Only: She has little interest in sugary cocktails; she prefers to taste the alcohol. Whiskey, cognac, or brandy are her usual choices. If she’s drinking vodka or tequila, it’s only in shots.
For General Nights Out...: Her go-to drink is aged whiskey—strong, smooth, and timeless.
For Work-Related Affairs...: Where drinking liquor seems a little out of place, champagne is a safe option.
For Formal Events...: She's not a massive wine drinker, but can appreciate the odd glass of vintage red.
Cocktail Specials: Estella rarely orders cocktails, but when she does, they have to meet a certain standard—classic, strong, and not overly sweet. Her top picks include: Old Fashioned, Vieux Carré, Negroni, French 75.
Hates Beer with a Passion: She tried it once, made a face like she just swallowed poison, and never touched it again.
Expensive Taste, Even When Wasted: Even when she is drunk, she will not drink cheap alcohol. If it wasn’t aged in a barrel or doesn’t come from a reputable distillery, she turns her nose up at it.
Surprisingly High Tolerance: She handles her liquor well until it hits all at once. She can keep drinking with few visible signs—until she’s suddenly a mess.

A Chaotic Social
Random French Slips: The drunker she gets, the more she slips into speaking French—especially when emotional. If she’s ranting, half of it will be incomprehensible to even native French speakers.
Truth Bombs: Drunk Estella has zero filter. If she has a thought, she says it. No matter who she’s talking to. If she likes someone? They’ll hear about it. If she hates someone? They’ll definitely hear about it.
Flirt Mode: Activated: If Dezerae is around, she’s throwing out shameless compliments in French. "Ma belle, tu es plus belle que la Lune." (My beautiful, you’re more stunning than the moon.)
Plays Therapist for Strangers: Some random person will start trauma-dumping, and she’ll listen, nod, and offer genuinely insightful advice—before promptly forgetting the entire conversation the next morning.
The Instigator: If someone is being ridiculous, she will challenge them. She once challenged a guy—equally as drunk—to an arm wrestle, after watching him argue with a bartender (the result: neither of them won).
Shots Champion: Outdrinks everyone when it comes to shots—she downs vodka like it's water.
Spite Drinking: If she sees someone being pressured to drink by a pushy guy? She’ll take their drink and down it herself—staring the guy down the entire time. Zero concerns about the drink potentially being spiked, as long as the other person is safe—that's an issue to worry about later.
The Existential Crisis: A couple of drinks deep, she starts questioning everything—her choices, her future, whether Callistus really loves her or just wants her to run his company.
Drunk Crying in the Bathroom: If she's been gone for a while, she's probably crying—maybe over a childhood memory, an old regret, or an offhanded comment someone made three hours ago.
“I’m fine” (She is not fine): She could be seconds away from falling asleep at the table, or swaying and nearly misses her glass while reaching for it. But if anyone were to ask, she will insist she isn’t drunk.

Drunk Calling Dezerae ♥
Tries to Sound Sober, Fails Miserably: Starts the call with an overly formal tone, as if she’s hosting a business meeting, but she slurs halfway through and immediately gives herself away.
Emotional Rollercoaster: The conversation will inevitably go through phases: confidence → teasing → soft reminiscing → unfiltered emotions → existential crisis.
‘Important’ Things She Needs to Say: "Did you know you’re, like... really pretty? No, I mean, really pretty. I used to look at you and forget what I was saying. It was embarrassing."
Drunken Pet Names: Calls Dezerae by every pet name under the sun, even the cringey ones she'd never normally use.
Getting Distracted Mid-Call: Will pause out of nowhere to jump into an on-going conversation, before remembering minutes later that she's on a call.
Falls Asleep on the Call: You’ll hear her mumbling nonsense (at this point, likely incoherent), then silence, then maybe a soft snore. Completely knocked-out until the following morning.

The Morning After
Immaculate Hangover Routine: Despite her suffering, she’ll still get up, look presentable, and go about her day like nothing happened.
Checking Her Messages... ...and praying she didn't send anything ridiculous.
Deadpan Denial: If confronted about anything she did, she will wave a hand dismissively. "I wasn’t that drunk." (She was.)
"That Wasn't Me" – If someone tries to show her actual "evidence" of her behaviour the night before, she will deny it even being her.

Extras: Babysitting the Party Crasher (ft. Callistus)
The Overdramatic Entrance: Callistus doesn’t just arrive—he announces his presence. Loudly.
An Unwanted Arrival: Estella being mid-conversation when she suddenly hears a booming laugh from across the bar. She turns and of course, there he is—Callistus, waving at her like an idiot.
"What the hell are you doing here?": Her marching over, ready to chew him out, but he just grins and throws himself around her in a rib-crushing hug.
The Storytelling Menace: Any poor soul who makes eye contact with him is forced to listen to his endless stories. But they’re exaggerated to hell.
The Competitive Streak: If there’s music, Callistus is dragging Estella to dance, despite being completely off-beat. If there’s karaoke, god help everyone in that bar.
Like Father, Like Daughter: At some point, Callistus just sighs dramatically, leans on Estella’s shoulder, and mutters, “You’re so grown up now… I miss when you were little…” before immediately falling asleep on the bar.
“I’m not drunk, you’re drunk.”: Callistus is so convinced that he’s still sober. He stumbles? It’s the floor’s fault. He slurs his words? “No, I’m speaking in cursive.”
Liability: Estella holding onto his dead-weight and having to figure out how to get a whole grown man out of the bar.
The Escape Mission – Estella, completely exhausted, finally drags him out of the bar. He protests the whole way. “I’m an adult, you know. I can handle myself.” (Sir, you are currently leaning on a streetlamp for support.)
The Uber Ride From Hell – Callistus keeps talking to the driver, telling him about fatherhood, business, the meaning of life, and occasionally slurring “You ever just… love your kid so much?” while Estella is just done.

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Estella Blake
Pokémon

WIP
a little bit of burn-out atm; but teen!Stelle gets an AU

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✧ Theme Song: Wings - Birdy

✧ Demographics
★ Date of Birth: June 30th | ★ Age: 13-17 years old
★ Gender: Female | ★ Pronouns: She/Her | ★ Sexuality: Lesbian
★ Place of Birth: Lumiose City, Kalos | ★ Hometown: Castelia City, Unova
★ Trainer Class: Lady | ★ Battle Style: Elegant and Fluid

✧ Introduction
"I remember watching her when I was little. She was like a princess—untouchable, flawless. I wanted to be like her. Everyone did. And then one day, she was gone. No farewell, no grand announcement. Just… gone.
I heard she still travels, still battles. But it’s different now. She’s different now. The girl who once ruled the stage no longer needs an audience. And maybe that’s the saddest part." —One of Estella's fans.

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✧ Appearance - (ref)
"This would look perfect with the right pair of boots… but do I really want to ruin it with travel dust?"

Height*: 160cm (5'3) - 168 cm (5'6)
Weight*: 47kg (104lbs) - 52kg (115lbs)
Body Type: Petite, slender
Skin Tone: Fair
Face Shape: Heart
Eye Colour: Warm hazel
Nose Shape: Small, slightly up-turned
Hair Colour: Light blonde (Dyed)
Hair Length & Style: Mid-back / Soft waves
Typical sense of Style: Chic, sleek, sophisticated

(* - scaling on age)

✧ Personality - MBTI: INFJ | Enneagram: 3w4 | Moral Alignment: True Neutral
"A photo? Ah… I’m sorry, but I don’t really do that anymore. Thank you, though—it means a lot that you asked."

First Impressions
At first glance, Estella carries herself with a poised, almost untouchable air—composed, sharp-eyed, and seemingly indifferent to the world around her. Her refined posture and graceful movements suggest an experienced, confident trainer, yet there exists an undeniable distance in the way she interacts with others. She speaks precisely, selecting her words carefully, and seldom engages in idle chatter.

For those unfamiliar with her, she can come off as haughty, dismissive, or even intimidating—especially when she assesses someone with a cool, unreadable expression. She does not suffer fools lightly and has little patience for reckless behavior or incompetence. Her remarks can be cutting, though they are rarely outright cruel; rather, they are laced with sharp honesty and a certain dry, unimpressed wit.

New acquaintances might assume she is a perfectionist who values control and discipline above all else, someone who views emotions as a weakness. This isn’t entirely wrong, but it only scratches the surface of who she is.

Behavior as a Traveling Companion
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Positive Traits: Dignified, Observant, Poised, Refined, Resilient,
Neutral Traits: Honest, Independent, Perfectionist, Pragmatic, Unsentimental
Negative Traits: Condescending, Detached, Judgemental, Selective, Unforgiving

✧ Early Life
"Do you remember, Serperior? When we won our first ribbon? I thought that moment would define me forever. But here I am, standing under a different sky, chasing something else entirely..."

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✧ Bag Contents
"If you value your fingers, I suggest you remove them from my belongings immediately."

! Pokémon Essentials !
___★ Pokéballs ! Her favourites are luxury balls
___★ Capsule Case & Seals ! Neatly organised, may gift stickers to those she likes
___★ Healing Items ! Never allows her Pokémon to perform at less than their best
___★ Berry Pouch ! The best quality makes the best ingredients for performance enhancing treats
___★ Portable Grooming Kit ! Brushes, silk cloths, and natural oils to keep her Pokémon looking pristine
! Personal Essentials !
___★ Spare Outfits ! A mix of contest attire and travel-friendly outfits, everything is neatly folded and maintained
___★ Designer Sunglasses ! Both functional and stylish, perfect for sunny weather or for traveling incognito
___★ Compact Mirror & Makeup Kit ! A small but high-quality set
___★ Hairbrush and Dry Shampoo ! A lifesaver for keeping her hair pristine when a full shower isn't accessible
___★ Fragrance Mist ! Subtle, floral-scented, never overpowering
___★ Hair Accessories ! Elegant clips, ribbons, and pins to keep her hair styled effortlessly
! Survival & Navigation Tools !
___★ Town Maps & Travel Guides ! She enjoys knowing the best locations, whether for scenic views, rest stops, or secret spots
___★ PokéNav / Rotom Phone ! Used for calls, research, and contest/battle scheduling
___★ Compact Umbrella ! Useful for sudden weather changes
___★ Water Canteen ! Always refined, never just a standard bottle
___★ Camping Tent ! Lightweight and weather-resistant, it's a last resort if she can't make it to the next town
! Miscellaneous & Sentimental Items !
___★ Sketchbook & Pens ! For jotting down battle strategies, contest ideas, or simply sketching her Pokémon
___★ Old Contest Ribbons ! Tucked away in a velvet pouch, she rarely takes them out to look at them
___★ Badge Case ! Never a complete regional set, she's a sporadic gym challenger

✧ Pokémon ("Final/Main Team")

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Serperior - The Regal Partner
Gender: Female | Ability: Contrary | Nature: Timid
Leaf Storm | Dragon Pulse | Glare | Aqua Tail
Obtained: Unova (Starter)
Personality: Once a smug and prideful Snivy, Serperior has matured into a poised and commanding presence. She’s fiercely loyal to Estella and takes on the role of her protector. While she still carries an air of superiority, she’s less condescending and more composed, preferring elegance over arrogance.
Team Role: As Estella’s starter, Serperior was the star of her early Contest performances, dazzling with graceful movements. In battle, she’s a strategic powerhouse, using Contrary to turn stat drops into boosts.

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Roserade – The Charismatic Performer
Gender: Male | Ability: Technician | Nature: Modest
Magical Leaf | Dazzling Gleam | Toxic Spikes | Weather Ball
Obtained: Unova (Lostlorn Forest, as a Roselia)
Personality: Roserade is dramatic and loves the spotlight. Even after Estella left Contests, he still craves attention and often strikes poses in battle. He has a playful rivalry with Serperior but respects her leadership.
Team Role: In Contests, Roserade was the embodiment of grace and flashiness, always putting on a show. In battle, he’s a strategic fighter, using Toxic Spikes to control the battlefield before launching powerful attacks.

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Lilligant - The Elegant Dancer
Gender: Female | Ability: Own Tempo | Nature: Calm
Quiver Dance | Petal Dance | Grassy Terrain | Healing Wish
Obtained: Unova (Pinwheel Forest, as a Petilil)
Personality: Gentle and nurturing, Lilligant is the heart of Estella’s team. She enjoys dancing and often trains in quiet forests. She doesn’t like conflict but will step up when needed.
Team Role: Lilligant was a mesmerizing Contest performer, using Quiver Dance and Petal Dance in synchronized displays. Now, in battles, she uses status moves to support her teammates.

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Leafeon - The Agile Fighter
Gender: Female | Ability: Chlorophyll | Nature: Jolly
Leaf Blade | Sunny Day | X-Scissor | Swords Dance
Obtained: Kalos (Route 10, as an Eevee)
Personality: Leafeon is energetic and free-spirited. She enjoys training in the sun and is the most playful member of the team. She often naps in sunlit areas but becomes a fierce fighter when needed.
Team Role: Leafeon joined Estella after her Contest days, representing her newfound freedom. She’s a strong physical attacker and the team’s speedster, excelling in hit-and-run tactics.

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Tsareena - The Strong-Willed Diva
Gender: Female | Ability: Queenly Majesty | Nature: Adamant
Trop Kick | High Jump Kick | Play Rough | Rapid Spin
Obtained: Gift (as an egg)
Personality: Tsareena is confident and dominant, always holding her head high. She shares Serperior’s sense of regality but is more aggressive in her leadership. She’s protective of Estella and doesn’t tolerate disrespect.
Role: She was never a Contest Pokémon, instead joining Estella later as a battler. She’s an offensive powerhouse, using Trop Kick to weaken opponents while keeping up a stylish demeanor.

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Gourgeist - The Enigmatic Trickster
Gender: Male | Ability: Frisk | Nature: Impish
Shadow Sneak | Leech Seed | Will-O-Wisp | Phantom Force
Obtained: Kalos (Route 16, as a Pumpkaboo)
Personality: Gourgeist is mischievous and enjoys playing pranks on both teammates and opponents. He’s unpredictable but has a deep bond with Estella. Despite his antics, he’s reliable in tough battles.
Role: Gourgeist adds a spooky, mystical element to Estella’s team. His tricky moveset makes him a defensive nuisance, forcing opponents into tough situations.

✧ Pokémon Storage Box
"Yes, I’m using a different Pokémon. And? Is this the part where I act surprised that you noticed? Or are you expecting some grand revelation?"

Obtained in Unova

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✧ Additional Headcanons
"Tch. Do you really not have anything better to do than analyze my personality like some cheap anime trope?"

___★ High Standards, Always: Estella has immaculate grooming habits—for herself and her Pokémon.
___★ Perfect Posture: Even when sitting on the ground while camping, she still somehow manages to look elegant. If a companion slouches, she will judge them, silently.
___★ Minimalist but Luxurious: She doesn’t overpack, but everything she does carry is high-quality. Her blanket is the softest thing known to man.
___★ Frequently Adopted by Children and Pokémon: Kids are obsessed with her. Baby Pokémon adore her. She never knows what to do with them.
___★ Custom Pokéball Capsules: If she respects someone (or begrudgingly likes them), she’ll design a personalized Pokéball Capsule for them, tailored to their Pokémon and aesthetics.
___★ Pokémon Care (For Other People): She cannot stand to see a Pokémon in poor condition—so if a companion’s Pokémon has messy fur, scuffed scales, or unkempt feathers, she will fix it herself while speaking to the Pokémon in tones softer than she ever uses for people.
___★ She Can’t Ride a Bike: Despite being graceful in contests and battles, she has zero coordination on a bike. The first (and only) time she tried, she crashed into a lamp post, fell into a bush, and refused to ever try again.
___★ Swamps, Marshes, and Anything “Dirty”: Are absolute no-gos—her exact words: “Do I look like someone who wades through filth?”. Prepare for full-blown meltdown if her shoes get ruined.
___★ Cooking? Absolutely Not.: Estella can make the perfect treats for her Pokémon. But when it comes to cooking for herself? It's either burnt, raw, or somehow both.
___★ “Customer Service” Persona: If a truly unbearable person won’t stop talking to her, she activates her most fake, pageant-like smile. If someone doesn’t take the hint, she’ll suddenly drop the act and hit them with a: “Are you quite finished?”.
___★ Ugly Outfits: She would never be caught dead wearing them, but if she spots a particularly hideous outfit while shopping she takes a picture and sends it to her companions, simply captioned 'Tragedy'.
___★ She Grumbles, But Cares: Fixing someone’s hair if it’s messy, adjusting their scarf, or smoothing out a wrinkle in their clothes before a performance. It’s all instinctual—she’ll do it before she even realizes. But, if someone comments on it? "Tch. You looked ridiculous. I was doing you a favour."

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#𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙔

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Genres || Cyberpunk // Dystopian
Inspo || Kingslayer - Bring Me the Horizon (ft. BABYMETAL)

Ｙｏｕ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｂｏｒｎ　ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ．　Ｙｏｕｒ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ　ａｒｅ　ｏｐｔｉｍｉｚｅｄ．　
Ｙｏｕｒ　ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ　ａｒｅ　ｐｒｅｃｉｓｅ．　Ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ｐａｒｔ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　Ｓｙｓｔｅｍ．　
Ｙｏｕ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｃｏｍｐｌｙ．

"ɮʟɛɢɦ"

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Background

The world is clean. The world is efficient. The world is perfect.

From the moment of birth, every citizen receives an implanted neural chip—an intricate and sophisticated mechanism meticulously engineered to enforce unwavering obedience. This seamless integration into the human mind creates a flawless system where crime is virtually nonexistent, chaos is but a distant memory and rebellion is an inconceivable notion. Every thought is monitored and streamlined, every decision preordained by algorithms that predict behaviour with uncanny accuracy. The System, a vast network of interconnected intelligence, meticulously governs every aspect of life, eliminating the need for individual judgment. To question the established order is to invite corruption into one's consciousness, while the act of resistance leads to the complete erasure of self. In this meticulously crafted society, harmony is upheld at the cost of free will, and conformity reigns supreme.

But perfection is an illusion.

Certain individuals begin to experience unsettling glitches—unexpected malfunctions within their embedded neural chips that awaken dormant facets of their existence: independent thought, genuine emotion, and the elusive notion of free will. For those marked by these glitches, the meticulously structured world around them shatters; the once-ordered directives dissolve into chaos. The propaganda screens, which used to blanket society with relentless idealism, now fail to evoke inspiration, their messages are dulled and hollow. The authoritative proclamations of enforcers, once commanding unquestioned obedience, now echo with a dissonance that reveals their fragility. And amidst this brewing discontent, the omnipresent System grows increasingly aware of the unrest festering in the hearts and minds of the glitched, preparing to tighten its grip on the unravelling threads of control.

Those who glitch in the intricate web of the System must either conceal their imperfections or face an inevitable fate—reprogrammed into conformity, erased from existence, or discarded as irredeemable failures. Surveillance drones loom ominously in the sky, their mechanical eyes scanning the world below, while synthetic enforcers, with their gleaming exoskeletons, patrol the dimly lit streets like relentless sentinels. Compliance checkpoints, festooned with blinking lights and ominous screens, scrutinize every passerby for signs of anomalies. The System permeates every corner of society, a pervasive entity that is constantly vigilant. It watches. It calculates and analyses every movement and decision. It hunts, tirelessly seeking out those who dare to defy its rigid order.

Beneath the shimmering neon skyline of the city, in the crumbling ruins of forgotten sectors shrouded in darkness, the ghosts of the lost converge. An intricate underground network of outcasts, skilled hackers, and resilient survivors thrives in the shadows, each member struggling to evade the grasp of the relentless machine that seeks to dominate their lives. Their motivations are as diverse as the characters themselves; some are driven by the primal instinct to survive, scavenging for essential resources, while others quietly plot a murmured resistance, fueled by the flickering hope of liberation.

Lurking in the depths of this hidden world is a battle-hardened veteran, a man who once wielded power as an integral part of the oppressive system that now ensnares them. He moves like a spectre through the ruins, his eyes reflecting the weight of countless regrets. Whispers ripple through the underground community, suggesting that he alone possesses the haunting truth of how this nightmarish reality came to be. His knowledge could be the key to dismantling the very machinery that enslaves them, a glimmer of light in a world steeped in darkness.

"ɦɨ, ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ʟօօӄɨռɢ ʄօʀ ȶɦɛ օȶɦɛʀ ֆɨɖɛ?
ʄɛɛʟ ʟɨӄɛ ռօȶɦɨռɢ ɛʋɛʀ ֆɛɛʍֆ զʊɨȶɛ ʀɨɢɦȶ?
ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ƈɨʀƈʟɨռɢ ȶɦɛ ɖʀǟɨռքɨքɛ, ɢɛȶȶɨռɢ օʄʄ օռ քǟɨռ ʟɨӄɛ
ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ƈօʀʀʊքȶɛɖ?"

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The Fractured

The glitched citizens are characterized by an unsettling term: "The Fractured." This designation conveys not only their severed connection to the omnipresent System but also the deep sense of instability that defines their existence. Once integrated members of society, they now navigate a fractured reality, marked by disjointed interactions and a profound sense of alienation.

Government enforcers, wary of their unpredictability, dismissively categorize them as "Errors" or "Defects." Such terminology strips them of their individuality, reducing vibrant lives to mere malfunctions that threaten the order of the System. In this cold and calculated view, they are seen as anomalies that must be swiftly corrected, their humanity obscured by bureaucratic apathy.

Conversely, within their own ranks, many adopt the poignant label of "Ghosts." This evocative term encapsulates their haunting presence in a world that has chosen to overlook them. Invisible to the bustling life above, they drift through the shadows, remnants of memories erased and narratives silenced. In this realm of obscurity and echoes, they find camaraderie, forming bonds out of shared experiences and collective resilience. Together, they navigate this dimly lit existence, striving to reclaim their identities amid the whispers of a system that has all but forgotten their humanity.

Beneath the gleaming skyscrapers that pierce the clouds and the meticulously sanitized streets polished to a sterile shine, lies a hidden world uncharted by the compliant citizens above—a labyrinth of desolate districts, forsaken infrastructure, and repurposed ruins where The Fractured forge their existence against the odds.

The Underground is not merely a singular location; it is a complex tapestry woven from an array of safehouses, crumbling ruins, and discreet enclaves scattered throughout the city's lower levels. Here, amidst the dim, flickering glow of neon lights and the hum of scavenged technology, they navigate the fringes of survival. They are experts at evading the watchful eyes of patrols that scour the emptiness above and skilled in the art of hacking into the omnipresent System that seeks to control them. Each day is a dance of ingenuity and defiance, as they utilize repurposed tools and alliances forged in the shadows to stay one step ahead of those who would strip them of their autonomy. In this hidden realm, every corner turned can lead to a sanctuary or a snare, and the fragile threads of community bind them together in their relentless pursuit of freedom.

Survival in the Underground is a relentless struggle against the harsh reality of a world stripped bare. Abandoned by the System’s omnipresent surveillance and the reliable flow of necessities, the Fractured are left to fend for themselves. They navigate a treacherous landscape filled with crumbling infrastructures and the ever-present threat of danger. Scavenging becomes an art form, as they meticulously comb through the remnants of the old world, unearthing anything of value—food, technology, or even the slightest glimmer of hope.

In this desperate environment, black-market cybernetics have become both a lifeline and a curse. Upgrades and modifications are essential for survival, yet they often come at a steep price, as trust becomes a rare commodity. Resources, once abundant, are now hacked and repurposed, forcing the Fractured to constantly innovate and improvise. Living on the edges of society, they forge tenuous alliances and navigate complex networks of barter, all while clinging to the hope of regaining some semblance of stability in a world that has forgotten them.

Food & Supplies: The Fractured rely on black-market trade, hijacking supply shipments, and growing food in hidden hydroponic gardens. The System ensures that only compliant citizens have access to proper nutrition, so many in the Underground suffer from malnutrition or rely on artificial supplements.

Cybernetics & Medicine: Many glitched citizens cut out or disable their chips to avoid detection, but doing so is dangerous and often leads to permanent damage. Underground cyberdocs and rogue engineers offer illegal augmentations in exchange for favours or rare materials.

Shelter & Security: Nowhere is truly safe. Drones scan for movement, enforcers conduct sweeps, and informants sell out their own for a chance at "redemption." The Fractured rely on encrypted signals and hidden pathways to stay ahead of the hunt.

Despite the hardship, the Underground is alive with defiance. Music plays from hidden speakers, art covers the crumbling walls, and whispers of resistance never die. Some fight for the chance to destroy the System. Others simply fight to live.

"ɨ ռɛɛɖ ȶօ ӄռօա աɦɛʀɛ ʏօʊʀ ʟօʏǟʟȶɨɛֆ ʟɨɛ
ȶɛʟʟ ʍɛ, ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ɢօռռǟ ɮǟʀӄ օʀ ɮɨȶɛ?
ɖօ ʏօʊ ʀɛǟʟʟʏ աǟռռǟ ȶաɨֆȶ ǟ ӄռɨʄɛ ɨռ ȶɦɛ ɮɛʟʟʏ
օʄ ȶɦɛ ʍօռֆȶɛʀ?"

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The Harmonised

The city unfolds as a sprawling metropolis, a symphony of steel, glass, and the unyielding precision of digital technology. Towering skyscrapers, clad in shimmering panels of reflective glass, ascend towards the heavens, their neon facades pulsating with a constant stream of propaganda—vibrant displays that relay directives, compliance scores, and curated narratives to an ever-watchful populace. The streets below gleam with an unnatural brilliance, an artifice of pristine cleanliness brought forth by relentless maintenance drones, silently monitoring the mundane movements of citizens below.

In this world, surveillance is an omnipresent reality; cameras are interwoven into the very fabric of urban life, their lenses capturing every fleeting glance and whisper. Crime is a relic of the past, eradicated by an intricate web of control and conditioning—because, in this society, disobedience is not simply discouraged; it is unthinkable.

People navigate their existences within this meticulously orchestrated environment, their roles and destinies meticulously predefined long before their birth into this sterile order. There is no chaos, no rebellion, no flicker of free will; the System has reached an extraordinary zenith—a state of absolute order that was once the subject of lofty dreamers and dystopian tales. Yet, beneath the immaculate surface of this engineered tranquillity, an insidious and silent war brews. It is a conflict not of weapons but of ideals, a struggle for the very essence of humanity that seeks to disrupt the status quo and awaken the dormant spirits of those who have long since been lulled into complacency.

Every citizen is implanted with a Neural Compliance Chip (NCC) at birth, a small yet sophisticated device embedded within the neural pathways of the brain. This chip is designed with a singular purpose: to eliminate even the slightest deviation from societal norms and expectations.

Effects of the NCC:

Emotion Suppression: Feelings such as fear, sadness, love, or anger are regulated, ensuring a docile and obedient society. Only calmness, contentment, and efficiency are permitted.

Thought Regulation: Individual ambition, rebellion, or curiosity are considered corruptive elements. The NCC filters thoughts, guiding them toward productive and compliant pathways.

Behavioural Control: Citizens follow routines without question. Their lives are dictated by the System, from the food they eat to the jobs they are assigned.

Memory Management: Any traumatic or non-compliant memories are erased or rewritten to maintain psychological stability within the population.

Pain & Punishment: If a citizen begins to question directives or display erratic behaviour, the NCC can induce anything from mild discomfort to full neural shutdown—a fate worse than death.

For the vast majority, the NCC operates seamlessly, creating an existence that appears idyllic. These individuals navigate their daily lives devoid of fear, struggle, or doubt, embodying the essence of perfect citizens. They engage in their routines with unwavering confidence, blissfully unaware of the underlying constraints that govern their reality. In essence, they are not just model citizens; they are prisoners ensnared within the comforting confines of a system they do not recognize as a cage. Their world, constructed by the NCC, shields them from the chaos of life, yet simultaneously strips them of true freedom and self-awareness.

Parental bonds are also viewed as inefficient, unnecessary, and potentially corrupting influences on a child's development. Upon birth, infants are immediately separated from their biological parents and placed into Compliance Academies—rigorously structured, government-administered institutions meticulously designed to nurture, educate, and program children into the ideal citizens of society.

These academies employ a systematic approach to child-rearing, utilizing advanced psychological techniques and a standardized curriculum that emphasizes obedience, conformity, and the values deemed essential by the state. Within this controlled environment, children's thoughts and behaviours are shaped through a combination of instruction, observation, and reinforcement, ensuring that they grow up devoid of familial ties and influences that could challenge the government's vision for a unified and compliant populace.

From birth to age 18, every aspect of their lives is controlled:

Artificial Parenting: Children are not raised by families but by instructors and caretakers—emotionless government officials who enforce the System’s will. There is no love, no warmth—only guidance and structure.

Assigned Social Circles: Friendships are engineered for maximum efficiency. Bonds are temporary and discouraged beyond professional necessity. Any child who displays strong attachments or individuality is corrected.

Directive Learning: Education is not about knowledge, but indoctrination. Children are trained in fields deemed useful to the System, and their careers are determined long before they reach adulthood. Art, philosophy, and history are carefully curated to remove rebellious influences.

The Final Test: At age 18, every citizen undergoes their final Directive Assessment. If deemed fully compliant, they are assigned a career, a home, and a purpose. If they display even a sliver of deviation, they are "recalibrated"—or disappear.

Love is not real. Family is a forgotten concept. Free will is a distant myth.
To the compliant, life is a structured paradise—no crime, no struggle, no suffering.
To the Fractured, it is a prison disguised as perfection.

Beneath the gleaming facade of the city, where gleaming towers pierce the sky and pristine streets brim with efficiency, discontent simmers among the restless souls who dare to break free. This phenomenon, known as Glitching, erupts without warning—random, chaotic, and fraught with peril. Those ensnared by its grasp suddenly find themselves awakened to a torrent of thoughts and emotions that had long been suppressed or erased altogether—love, terror, fury, and profound sorrow take root in their beings.

Some individuals desperately try to conceal this sudden emergence of feelings, clinging tenaciously to their preordained roles, while waging a silent battle within their own fractured psyches. Others abandon the pretence entirely, slipping into the shadows that harbour whispers of the Underground—a hidden refuge for the disillusioned, where the promise of authenticity beckons. Yet, some are not swift enough to evade the relentless pursuit of the authorities. Those who are apprehended vanish without a trace, their identities erased as if they never existed.

Drones hum ominously overhead, their unblinking cameras scanning the streets, eyes cold and calculating. Enforcers clad in dark uniforms patrol the city, a menacing presence that tightens the grip of fear on its inhabitants. The government, intent on maintaining the illusion of perfection, labels these awakened individuals as Errors, Defects, or Corrupted Minds, turning their plight into a sanitized narrative. But to those who have glimpsed the underlying truth of their existence, these so-called 'errors' represent something far more profound—a glimpse of the raw, unfiltered human experience, laden with both beauty and pain in a world that seeks to stifle it.

They are human.

"ɢɛȶ ȶɦɛ **** ʊք, աǟӄɛ ȶɦɛ **** ʊք
աɨքɛ ȶɦɛ ֆʏֆȶɛʍ ǟռɖ ɮǟƈӄ ȶɦɛ **** ʊք
ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ǟ քʊքքɛȶ, աɦɛռ ȶɦɛʏ ƈʊȶ ʏօʊʀ ֆȶʀɨռɢֆ օʄʄ
ɖօռ'ȶ ƈօʍе ƈʀǟաʟɨռɢ ɮǟƈӄ"

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The Hunt

Beneath the polished surface of the city lies an insidious conflict known as The Hunt—a clandestine war fought in the shadows, where ruthlessness and calculation reign supreme. This relentless purge targets those who dare to defy the iron grip of the System, threatening its carefully curated facade of control. When a citizen experiences a glitch, they reveal a crack in the illusion of perfection, becoming a potential danger to the meticulously maintained order and stability. Those who cannot be "corrected," deemed irredeemable by the faceless authorities, are hunted mercilessly, erased from existence, and ultimately cast into oblivion, leaving no trace behind.

The Hunt is divided into four phases:

1. Detection & Monitoring

The initial phase of the Hunt is centred around the crucial process of identification. The Neural Compliance Chips (NCCs) are not merely tools for suppressing independent thought; they serve a dual purpose as monitoring devices. These chips meticulously track a wide array of behaviours, including both verbal and non-verbal communication patterns, as well as the intricacies of subconscious reactions that deviate from established norms. Through continuous observation, the NCCs analyze fluctuations in emotional responses, hesitation in speech, and even alterations in body language, creating a comprehensive profile of individuals that reveals their compliance levels and potential dissent. This multifaceted scrutiny ensures that any signs of independent thought or resistance are swiftly detected, allowing authorities to maintain strict control over the population.

The Department of Compliance & Security (DCS) oversees behavioural analysis across the city, using an advanced AI system to flag anomalies.

Small glitches—hesitation in speech, conflicting emotions, delayed responses—are often ignored until they become more frequent.

If a citizen begins asking dangerous questions or expresses distressing emotions, their file is flagged, and they are placed under covert surveillance.

The Enforcers—the System’s brutal enforcers—will shadow a suspected glitched individual, observing their actions before making a move.

Glitched individuals often don’t even realize they’re being watched—until it’s too late.

2. Containment & Reprogramming

If a glitched citizen is identified early in their deviation from societal norms, they are swiftly dispatched to specialized "rehabilitation centres." Here, a systematic process of Reprogramming is initiated that involves meticulously rewriting their memories, and erasing any thoughts or experiences deemed disruptive. Emotions are carefully recalibrated to align with approved societal standards, ensuring that any feelings of dissent or unrest are neutralized. Through a series of advanced techniques, the individual's compliance is methodically restored, reinforcing their alignment with the community's expectations and values. These centres are equipped with cutting-edge technology and staffed by trained professionals who are dedicated to reintegrating these individuals back into society as model citizens.

Those who can still be “fixed” undergo Neural Realignment Therapy, a process that forcibly resets their chip and erases the memories that led to their glitch. If reprogramming is successful, the individual is returned to society as an obedient shell of their former self—an empty echo of who they once were. However, if the glitch is too severe or the individual resists realignment, they are marked for permanent elimination. Once marked, the Hunt truly begins.

3. Extraction & Elimination

Once a glitched citizen is marked for elimination, the Department of Compliance & Security (DCS) deploys a specialized team to track, capture, or kill the target. The approach varies depending on the threat level, social status, and location of the glitched individual.

The Three Tiers of Extraction

Silent Abductions (For Low-Risk Targets: Isolated, Unconnected, or New Glitches)

Target is taken quietly, usually at night or in an isolated area.
Agents use neuro-inhibitor darts to paralyze them, preventing escape or resistance.
Victims are transported to a rehabilitation centre under the guise of a medical emergency.
Family, if applicable, is informed that their loved one has been relocated for "psychological rehabilitation."

Socially Engineered Eliminations (For Public Figures, Influential Targets, or Known Glitches in Society)

The government stages an accident, illness, or crime to explain their disappearance.
A well-known target may be framed for treason—publicly executed to set an example.
Those in the elite sector may be whisked away under false pretences, such as a classified mission or reassignment.
Digital obituaries are fabricated, and family/friends receive pre-scripted condolences from officials.

Maximum Force Retrievals (For High-Priority Targets, Underground Leaders, or Armed Defectors)

These are full-scale military operations, often involving elite Enforcers, combat drones, and cybernetic units.
Buildings suspected of harbouring defectors may be raided and destroyed.
If the target resists, lethal force is authorized on sight.
If the glitched individual possesses valuable knowledge, they may be extracted for interrogation before execution.
Entire districts can be placed on lockdown if a high-profile target escapes capture.

4. Erasure & Cover-Up

Once the glitched individual has been successfully neutralized, the next crucial step involves a meticulous process to guarantee that no trace of their existence lingers in any form. The System operates on the principle that ambiguity breeds inquiry; therefore, it methodically eliminates any potential for questions to arise. This eradication includes scrubbing all digital records, obliterating surveillance footage, and removing any physical evidence that might hint at the individual's presence. Every detail is painstakingly addressed to ensure that the incident is nothing more than a whisper in the void—a complete erasure that safeguards the integrity of the System and prevents any ripple of doubt from disturbing its operations.

Methods of Erasure

Memory Conditioning & Social Engineering

Immediate family and friends undergo “Realignment Sessions”—a process that subtly rewrites memories, making them forget the target ever existed.
The target’s home, workplace, and digital records are edited to remove evidence of their presence.
For high-profile cases, fake personal histories are generated, making it seem as if they never held their previous position.

Fabricated Deaths & Disappearances

If an individual was well-known, a believable narrative is constructed:

“Tragic accident.”
“Sudden illness.”
“Voluntary relocation.”

Public obituaries are created and circulated to prevent suspicion.

Wiping Digital Footprints

The System purges all digital and physical records of the individual.
Any online messages, ID cards, work logs, or surveillance footage involving them is permanently deleted.
In extreme cases, historical records are subtly rewritten, erasing years of their presence from official archives.

Cleansing Their Physical Existence

If necessary, their home is reassigned, and their belongings are confiscated or destroyed.
If they held a government job, their role is replaced—with a new, “corrected” individual taking their place.
If they had a family, a cover story is provided to explain their absence—those who resist are either reprogrammed or eliminated as well.

Public Redirection & Propaganda

To prevent the public from dwelling on disappearances, mass distractions are orchestrated:
Celebrity scandals, political announcements, or manufactured crises to divert attention.
The government may release a new “innovation” or reform to reinforce trust in the System.

The ultimate goal of the Hunt is not just to eliminate glitched individuals—it is to eliminate doubt. And so, the Hunt never truly ends. Because as long as glitches continue to appear, the System will erase them—again and again—until no one remembers they ever existed.

"ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ɖɛֆȶʀօʏɨռɢ ƈǟֆȶʟɛֆ ɨռ ȶɦе ֆӄʏ
ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ʄօʀɛʋɛʀʍօʀɛ ȶɦɛ ǟքքʟɛ օʄ ʍʏ ɛʏɛ
ɨ'ɖ ֆǟƈʀɨʄɨƈɛ ʍʏ ʟɨʄɛ ȶօ ʄɨռɖ ʏօʊ, ǟռɢɛʟ օʄ ȶɦɛ ɮʟǟɖɛ
ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ƈօʍɛ ǟռɖ ƈօʟʟɛƈȶ ʊֆ ʄʀօʍ ȶɦɛ ռɨɢɦȶ"

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The Elite

In the sprawling urban landscape, where the hum of daily life intertwines with the rigid rhythms of the System, the majority of citizens function as cogs within a vast and intricate machine. Yet, hovering above this ordinary existence lies an exclusive upper echelon, a distinct class of individuals wielding the power to shape the very fabric of society. These individuals, known as the Elite, represent a privileged assembly comprised of high-ranking government officials, influential corporate executives, esteemed military leaders, and brilliant scientific minds.

Each member of this powerful cohort plays a critical role in orchestrating the city’s future, utilizing their resources and expertise to exert control over economic and social structures. Their decisions reverberate through the population, dictating policies that govern the lives of the many while ensuring their own legacy is intricately woven into the ongoing narrative of progress and power. In this delicate balance, the Elite maintains absolute authority, carefully crafting a reality where they remain untouchable architects of fate, far removed from the struggles of the masses.

However, despite their wealth and influence, they are not free.

In stark contrast to the general populace, the Elite occupy a distinct and powerful position; they are not simply passive followers but active enforcers of a carefully constructed order. As the architects of the System, they meticulously design its frameworks and governance, establishing the laws and regulations that dictate the lives of others. They drive the advancement of cutting-edge technologies, ensuring that these innovations serve not only to enhance efficiency but also to maintain control over the populace. Their influence extends beyond mere governance; they implement sophisticated strategies to ensure compliance, utilizing a blend of persuasion, coercion, and surveillance to achieve their aims. In this carefully orchestrated hierarchy, the Elite shape the future while the masses remain bound within the parameters they set.

Key Responsibilities of the Elite:

Enforcing the Directives: The city’s governing body is composed of the highest-ranking officials within the elite. They oversee the Directives—absolute laws that shape society and dictate obedience.

Advancing Technology: The elite control cutting-edge research, particularly in neural enhancement, cybernetics, and artificial intelligence. They are responsible for perfecting the Neural Compliance Chips (NCCs) and developing new methods of population control.

Surveillance & Security: The elite command the Enforcers, a militarized police force equipped with the latest bio-augments and combat drones to hunt down and "correct" those who glitch.

Preserving the Bloodlines: While the lower-class citizens have their lives pre-determined, the elite’s unions are strategic alliances. Marriages are arranged to reproduce the next generation of leaders, ensuring intelligence, obedience, and influence remain within approved genetic lines.

Eliminating the Defective: Those who glitch within the elite are a grave threat to the System. When an elite member glitches, their status and influence can cause major instability. Such individuals either vanish overnight or are publicly reprogrammed as a warning.

Beneath the surface of apparent dominance, the elite, who seem to wield unchallenged power, are ensnared in an intricate web of illusion. Their freedom, far from being absolute, is a mirage crafted by the very system they govern. Entrusted with privilege and authority, they are nevertheless compelled to adhere to a strict code—expected to conform, suppress their emotions, and navigate the treacherous waters of compliance. In their quest for control, they sacrifice their individuality, becoming cogs in a machine that demands unwavering loyalty and emotional detachment. Thus, their status is not a mark of liberation but rather a heavy burden tethered to the expectations imposed by their peers and the society they navigate.

While the elite bask in an abundance of privileges that set them apart from the masses, they are not entirely immune to the overarching rules of the System. Unlike the lower class, which faces the harsher consequences of these regulations, the elite experience a slight increase in autonomy, granting them some leeway in their choices and actions. However, this enhanced freedom comes at a cost; they are subject to even more stringent expectations and obligations. Their lifestyle is closely scrutinized, and they must consistently adhere to a complex web of societal norms, responsibilities, and ethical standards that demand a high level of accountability. This delicate balance creates a paradox, where their elevated status bestows advantages, yet simultaneously entangles them in a web of intensified pressures and expectations that could jeopardize their standing if violated.

What Sets the Elite Apart?

Wealth & Luxury: They live in opulent, high-rise districts, far above the common citizens. Their residences are adorned with rare artifacts, high-end cybernetic augmentations, and the finest synthetic pleasures money can buy.

Selective Emotion Allowance: While lower-class citizens experience total suppression, the elite are allowed controlled emotions—but only when it serves the System. A politician may simulate passion to inspire the masses. A scientist may feign creativity for the sake of innovation. But true, unfiltered emotion is forbidden.

Personalized Compliance Chips: Elite members wear enhanced versions of the NCCs, allowing for temporary overrides—a feature used to manipulate and influence others. However, if an elite shows signs of true glitching, their override is revoked, and they are either reprogrammed or eliminated.

Entertainment & Indulgence: Unlike the lower class, who only receive curated, mind-numbing propaganda, the elite indulge in high-society entertainment—private theatres, artificial vacations, and simulated realities. However, all media is carefully constructed to uphold the System’s values.

The Game of Power: While the common citizens follow their assigned lives, the elite play a dangerous game. Politics, betrayals, and quiet assassinations are common but always done discreetly. If a power struggle becomes too public, the Council intervenes—and the losing party disappears.

The phenomenon of glitching among the elite represents a perilous disruption within the social hierarchy. Unlike the lower-class citizens, whose disappearances can be managed discreetly and without public outcry, the defection of an elite member poses a profound threat to the very foundations of the System. When a prominent figure—an influential leader, a powerful entrepreneur, or a revered cultural icon—starts to express doubts about the constructed reality, it can set off a ripple effect, encouraging others of high status to also question their loyalties and the validity of their circumstances. This potential for a cascading crisis could destabilize relationships, sow discord among the powerful, and ultimately lead to a widespread challenge of the established order. The repercussions of such a shift could be catastrophic, prompting swift and brutal measures to maintain control and suppress dissent.

What Happens When an Elite Glitches?

Containment & Evaluation: Suspected glitches are detained under the pretence of illness and sent for neurological analysis. If the glitch is minor, their chip is recalibrated.

Public Reprogramming: If the glitch is severe but the individual is too high-profile to disappear, they undergo a public display of correction. Their memories are rewritten, their personality stripped, and they are returned as soulless puppets.

Vanishing Act: If an elite cannot be reprogrammed—or if their influence is too great—they are silenced permanently. Their deaths are staged as accidents, suicides, or unfortunate medical failures. Their legacy is erased.

Defection to the Underground: Very few manage to escape the city’s grasp. Those who do become high-value targets for the Enforcers, who will stop at nothing to retrieve them.

"ӄʊʀǟɨ, ӄօռօ ʍɨɛռǟɨ ֆɛӄǟɨ
ʍǟɖǟ ӄɨɛռǟɨ ʍɨʀǟɨ
ȶǟɖǟ ȶɛ ռɨ ɨʀɛȶǟɨ ǟռօȶɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ
ֆʏֆȶɛʍ ʄǟɨʟʊʀɛ"

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Daily Life of the Harmonised

Home Life

The Harmonized do not live in traditional family structures.
From birth until adulthood (18), they are raised in government-run facilities, known as Compliance Academies, where they are educated, trained, and conditioned to serve their assigned roles. They have no emotional attachment to their biological parents.

After reaching adulthood, they are assigned housing units within sector-based districts, matching their societal rank and function. Their homes are sterile, efficient, and minimalistic, customized to their behavioural patterns.

Lower-tier workers live in compact, modular apartments, automatically cleaned and maintained by AI systems.

Mid-tier professionals may have personalized dwellings, decorated within government-approved aesthetic guidelines to maintain mental efficiency.

The Elite reside in high-rise luxury towers, isolated from the general population, their homes filled with custom AI assistants, advanced cybernetics, and private entertainment lounges.

Everything from room temperature to sleep schedules is optimized for maximum performance. AI monitors biometrics and adjusts environmental factors accordingly.

Careers

In a society where individual careers are meticulously determined rather than chosen, each citizen’s path is allocated based on an in-depth analysis of their genetic predispositions, cognitive abilities, and behavioural inclinations. This comprehensive evaluation is conducted by the System. From the moment of conception, their roles are predefined, ensuring that each individual functions optimally within a carefully orchestrated framework designed to maximize societal efficiency. Such a structure eliminates unpredictability and fosters a uniformity of purpose, where contributions to the collective are prioritized over personal desires or goals.

The Career Assignment Process

Genetic Optimization & Early Profiling (Infancy - Age 5) - At birth, every citizen receives an identification tag embedded in their chip and the System analyzes genetic markers, predispositions, and potential intelligence. The parents are not involved—children are raised in government-run facilities designed to shape them into their assigned roles.

Behavioral Calibration & Neural Monitoring (Ages 6-12) - Children undergo daily cognitive assessments through structured schooling. Their neural responses to different tasks are recorded and analyzed—those who show proficiency in logic may be routed into engineering, while those who display strong compliance and emotional regulation may be directed toward enforcement roles. During this time, socialization is carefully curated: children are placed into groups with those who share similar career destinies to prevent conflicting ideologies from forming.

Career Finalization & Conditioning (Ages 13-17) - At age 13, citizens receive their assigned sector, marking the beginning of their specialized training. Emotional dampening protocols are strengthened to eliminate any hesitation toward their assigned role. By 17, they undergo a final neural synchronization, which locks in their identity as a functional member of the System.

Career Sectors & Roles

The Elite Tier (Rulers & Overseers) – 1% of the Population

Government Officials – Lawmakers, propaganda architects, enforcers of control.
Corporate Executives – CEOs of state-owned industries, handling wealth and resource distribution.
Public Figures & Models – “The Faces of Perfection,” maintaining the illusion of the ideal society.

High-Tier (Management & Research) – 9% of the Population

Scientists & Engineers – Develop new technologies, cybernetics, and neural control advancements.
Enforcers & Security Operatives – Tasked with hunting down glitched individuals and maintaining social order.
Surgeons & Neural Technicians – Perform chip maintenance, neural enhancements, and memory suppression.

Mid-Tier (Service & Maintenance) – 40% of the Population

Technicians & Operators – Maintain the city’s infrastructure, energy grids, and surveillance systems.
Medical Workers & Neural Therapists – Ensure citizens remain functional, adjusting implants when needed.
Media & Entertainment Controllers – Oversee government-approved VR entertainment, music, and news.

Low-Tier (Labor & Logistics) – 50% of the Population

Factory Workers & Assemblers – Produce and assemble all city goods.
Transportation Workers – Handle city logistics, including public transport and supply chains.
Domestic Servants – Assigned to serve Elite citizens, ensuring their every need is met.

Relationships & Social Circles

Friendships and relationships exist, but they are regulated and controlled to prevent emotional instability.

Workplace Bonds – Most Harmonized only develop relationships with colleagues in their assigned sector, reinforcing their sense of duty and productivity.

Assigned Partnerships – Romantic relationships are arranged through compatibility algorithms, ensuring genetic and psychological efficiency. Love is a government-approved construct, based on mutual respect and goal alignment rather than passion.

Social Gatherings – Organized group activities are held to maintain morale, such as synchronized fitness routines, government-sanctioned festivals, and intellectual salons where AI-generated debates are held on safe, non-controversial topics.

True emotional depth is rare. Since compliance chips regulate emotions, personal bonds remain surface-level—any potential doubt, jealousy, or deep longing is suppressed before it can manifest.

Means of Entertainment

Entertainment is carefully curated to maintain mental well-being without inspiring rebellion or discontent. All forms of media reinforce harmony, duty, and progress.

Virtual Experiences – The most common form of leisure, offering pre-programmed narratives, such as government-approved adventure simulations, historical reenactments, and lighthearted competitions.

Public Broadcasts – News, documentaries, and dramas all emphasize the triumphs of the System, discouraging dissent.

Competitive Sports – Physical activities are encouraged but always framed as friendly competition, with no emphasis on individual superiority.

Nightlife in the City

Nightlife in the city is a controlled, immersive, and regulated experience, available only to mid-tier citizens and above. These venues exist to provide sensory stimulation and temporary escape, while still ensuring absolute compliance.

Synth Lounges - High-class lounges where patrons can select and experience curated emotional surges in safe, controlled doses. Through neural stimulation devices, visitors can briefly feel emotions such as euphoria, nostalgia, or contentment without the risk of emotional instability.

Opera Houses - Elite citizens gather in high-end performance halls where AI adapts real-time operas, ballets, and holographic plays based on the audience’s emotional responses.

Biofeedback Nightclubs - These exclusive nightclubs feature music infused with neural commands, where lights, sound, and motion sync with the biometrics of each guest. Every beat is calculated to induce pleasure, relaxation, or motivation, ensuring complete synchronization of the crowd.

VIP Havens (For The Elite Only)

The most exclusive venues are reserved for the highest-ranking officials and corporate elites. These clubs exist outside the reach of standard surveillance, allowing more indulgent, unrestricted experiences.

Reality-Breaking Stimulants – Temporary, government-approved hallucinations where users experience pre-constructed alternate realities.

Underground Bloodsports – Secretive, AI-controlled duels where elites place bets on cybernetically enhanced fighters.

Forbidden Desires – While romance is usually regulated, the Elite are granted exemptions for indulgences that would be considered excessive for lower citizens.

"ʟɨʄɛ ɨֆ ɛռƈʀʏքȶɛɖ, ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ʍօɖɨʄɨɛɖ
ʟɨӄɛ ǟ ʋɨʀʊֆ ɨռ ǟ ʟʊʟʟǟɮʏ
ǟʀȶɨʄɨƈɨǟʟ ȶɨʟʟ ȶɦɛ ɖǟʏ ʏօʊ ɖɨɛ, ֆɨʟʟʏ քʀօɢʀǟʍʍɛ
ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ƈօʀʀʊքȶɛɖ"

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Augmentations

For the average, law-abiding citizen, cybernetics are presented in a meticulously controlled and rigorously regulated framework. These advanced technologies are engineered specifically to enhance efficiency, bolster health, and foster social productivity. Their primary purpose is not to empower individuals with personal liberties or autonomy, but rather to integrate seamlessly into the societal structure, ensuring that enhancements are used to benefit the collective. However, these innovations are closely monitored by regulatory bodies to prevent misuse that could disrupt social order or grant individuals excessive power.

Examples of Legal Augmentations (Public Access)

Neural Interfaces – Used for data transfer, work efficiency, and minor skill enhancements (e.g., language learning, technical training). These cannot override the government-issued compliance chips.

Basic Limb Replacements – Available only for medical purposes; enhanced strength is capped at human norms.

Sensory Augmentations – Vision, hearing, and touch enhancements; often limited to military personnel or emergency workers.

Internal Health Mods – Designed to regulate metabolism, prevent disease, or extend lifespan, but always linked to government monitoring systems.

Workforce Implants – Augmentations tailored for specific job sectors, such as high-speed calculations for financial workers or enhanced dexterity for surgeons.

While these cybernetics improve daily life, they are closely monitored, updated remotely, and incapable of allowing rebellion. Any unauthorised modification triggers an automatic system shutdown, reporting the individual for reconditioning.

Individuals belonging to the elite class—ranging from powerful corporate executives and influential government officials to high-ranking law enforcement leaders—possess access to cutting-edge cybernetic enhancements that far surpass the limitations set by law. These advanced augmentations grant them the ability to significantly extend their lifespans, often by decades, utilizing state-of-the-art biotechnology and regenerative capabilities. Furthermore, these individuals can dramatically amplify their combat proficiency through superior reflex systems, strength enhancers, and tactical neural interfaces that allow for real-time data processing during high-stakes situations. On top of that, these enhancements also optimize cognitive functions, resulting in extraordinary levels of intelligence and decision-making abilities, rendering them not only formidable figures in society but also deeply entrenched in a power dynamic that remains unchallenged by the general populace.

Examples of Elite Augmentations (Restricted Access)

Cognitive Expansion Units – Enhances intelligence, memory retention, and multi-tasking abilities beyond natural human limits.

Combat Neurolinks – Allows for instant reflexive combat manoeuvres, making the user deadly in close-quarters encounters.

Bio-Regenerative Systems – High-tier healing factors that prevent ageing, repair wounds, and even regrow lost limbs.

Tactical Augmentations – Military-grade vision enhancements, predictive targeting systems, and real-time battlefield analytics.

Emotion Regulation Mods – Used by government officials to suppress guilt, empathy, or fear—creating perfectly obedient enforcers.

While the elite have greater freedom, they do not own their augmentations—the government does. Each enhancement comes with built-in security protocols that allow for:

Remote shutdown or self-destruction, should an elite member ever betray the system.

Data tracking, ensuring that no secrets are leaked to potential threats.

Mandatory loyalty conditioning, where higher-tier augmentations come with psychological fail-safes to prevent defection.

The most dangerous figures—the high-ranking Enforcers and political leaders—are often more machine than human, bound by their own dependence on technology and government control.

Eluding the oppressive grasp of the System, a growing faction of the disenfranchised—comprising the glitched, those whose bodies have been irreversibly altered by technology, and the defiant rebels—turn their eyes toward the shadowy underbelly of society: the black market. Here, in clandestine labs hidden from prying eyes, they can procure cybernetic modifications that push the boundaries of possibility. These enhancements, while tantalizingly alluring, come with significant risks; they are often illegal and involve experimental technologies that are unregulated and untested.

Users of these cutting-edge augmentations may gain extraordinary abilities—enhanced reflexes, heightened sensory perception, and even advanced cognitive functions—capabilities that the government would fiercely suppress to maintain control over the populace. However, each modification is a gamble, a chance to break free from the constraints of a society that demands conformity.

Examples of Black Market Augmentations (Illegal Enhancements)

Neural Overrides – Hacks or disables compliance chips, allowing true freedom of thought and emotion.

Subdermal Plating – Hidden armour beneath the skin, allowing resistance to bullets and blades.

Ghostware – Cloaking technology that erases a person from surveillance systems, rendering them invisible to the System.

Cybernetic Limbs with Enhanced Strength – Stronger, faster, and equipped with built-in weaponry, such as retractable blades or shock emitters.

Synthetic Adrenaline Boosters – Enhances speed, reflexes, and endurance at the cost of eventual organ failure.

Hacked Vision Mods – Allows users to see heat signatures, scan blueprints, or detect weak points in enemy cybernetics.

Bioelectric Disruptors – Used to temporarily short-circuit government-enforced augmentations.

While black-market augmentations grant incredible power, they come with severe drawbacks:

They are unstable and prone to glitches, malfunctions, or breakdowns.

They lack the government’s built-in fail-safes, meaning they can overload and kill the user if improperly installed.

Detection is an automatic death sentence. Once a person is caught using illegal mods, they are hunted down with no chance of survival.

Regardless of legality, cybernetic enhancements are not without limits.

The Body’s Natural Rejection - The more augmentations a person has, the greater the risk of cybernetic rejection—where the body begins attacking its own enhancements. High-tier cybernetics require constant maintenance and synthetic stabilizers and those with too many modifications may suffer from "Augment Burnout", leading to paralysis, organ failure, or complete cyber-psychosis.

Dependency on the System - Legal cybernetics require government servicing—meaning that even the elite are vulnerable to remote shutdowns if they ever become a threat. Meanwhile, underground augmentations require black-market doctors, which are hard to find and often untrustworthy.

The Fear of Being Hunted - Any illegal modification puts a person on the System’s watchlist. Even the elite cannot fully trust their own enhancements—as the government retains full control over their existence.

"ɢɛȶ ȶɦɛ **** ʊք, աǟӄɛ ȶɦɛ **** ʊք
աɨքɛ ȶɦɛ ֆʏֆȶɛʍ ǟռɖ ɮǟƈӄ ȶɦɛ **** ʊք
ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ǟ քʊքքɛȶ աɦɛռ ȶɦɛʏ ƈʊȶ ʏօʊʀ ֆȶʀɨռɢֆ օʄʄ
ɖօռ'ȶ ƈօʍɛ ƈʀǟաʟɨռɢ ɮǟƈӄ, ʏօʊ'ʀɛ օռ ʏօʊʀ օառ
ֆǟǟ ȶօӄɨ ռօ ȶօɮɨʀǟ աօ ǟӄɛȶɛ ʏʊӄօʊ ʏօ"

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The System Origins

The World Before: Collapse and Chaos

Before the advent of the System, the world teetered on the brink of annihilation. Society was deeply fractured, ravaged by relentless wars that spanned continents and cultures, leaving devastation in their wake. Resource depletion reached critical levels, with essential supplies like clean water and arable land dwindling due to overconsumption and environmental neglect. Technological advancements that once heralded as pathways to progress, had spiralled into chaos, amplifying the risks of catastrophic failures. Nations were locked in a precarious standoff, where the spectre of global conflict loomed ominously over an already crumbling social order, leading to widespread despair and societal decay. The foundations of civilization seemed to threaten collapse, as individuals struggled to navigate an increasingly perilous existence.

The Final War: Nations waged brutal wars over what little remained—water, energy, food. Climate disasters turned fertile lands into wastelands, and millions were displaced. Governments collapsed under the weight of mass migration, rebellion, and economic ruin.

The AI Singularity & Digital Warfare: The rise of rogue AI networks and cyberwarfare destroyed what remained of trust in digital security. Hacked defence systems led to unintended bombings, banking collapses, and misinformation campaigns that turned allies into enemies.

Corporate Overthrow: Mega-corporations, no longer bound by crumbling nation-states, became the true rulers of society—privatizing cities, militarizing resources, and controlling populations through surveillance capitalism.

The Fall of Individualism: In the face of these crises, personal freedoms were seen as liabilities. People were desperate for security, willing to surrender autonomy if it meant safety. This was the moment the System was born.

The Genesis of the System: Order from the Ashes

The evolution from a tumultuous world characterized by upheaval and disorder to the System's unwavering dominance was a gradual process that unfolded over several decades. This transformation was meticulously orchestrated, relying on the manipulation of fear, the pressing demands of survival, and a web of intricate deceptions. Governments and institutions, once deemed reliable, began to lose their grip on power, paving the way for an insidious rise of the System. Propaganda painted a portrait of chaos that instilled a sense of dread among the populace, compelling them to seek safety in the very authority that sought to control them. As societal structures crumbled, the allure of stability and order became all-consuming, leading many to willingly surrender their freedoms in exchange for the security of absolute rule. This calculated shift was not merely a reaction to external threats; it was a carefully crafted narrative designed to exploit vulnerabilities, ensuring that allegiance to the System became an unchallenged norm.

The Unity Accord: A coalition of surviving governments, corporations, and AI-driven think tanks created the Unity Accord, an initiative to restore order. Their solution? A society designed for absolute efficiency.

The Implant Law: The first step toward control came in the form of mandatory neural implants—marketed as a means to "protect" citizens from misinformation, mental illness, and criminal thoughts. Over time, these implants evolved into full-fledged thought regulators, suppressing emotions and ensuring obedience.

The Erasure of the Past: To create a stable, controllable society, history itself was rewritten. Entire cities, cultures, and belief systems were erased or rebranded to align with the System’s ideals. Those who questioned it? They ceased to exist.

The Birth of VIIRTUES: As rebellion simmered beneath the surface, the System needed idols to worship. A new class of state-approved influencers emerged—beautiful, untouchable, and utterly devoted to the System. Each represented a Virtue, conditioning the people into submission through admiration, not force.

The "Great Correction": Over the next several decades, human nature itself was rewritten. Children were born into the System, raised to believe it was the only way. To them, history was a myth. The outside world no longer existed. Freedom was an illusion.

The System vs. The Government: Who Truly Rules?

Though they seem interchangeable, the System and the government are not the same.

The System is the ideology, the omniscient force that dictates laws, beliefs, and thought itself. It is an AI-driven, self-sustaining entity that adjusts policies in real time, ensuring absolute compliance.

The Government is merely the face of the System—figureheads, enforcers, and pawns. Even those in power do not truly control it. If they step out of line, they are eliminated like any other dissenter.

The System does not rely on politicians—it relies on programming. If a leader becomes obsolete, they are erased and replaced.

The Present Day: A Society Without Choice

Now, no one remembers life before the System.

The people live, work, and die under the illusion of harmony.
They believe they are free—because they no longer remember what freedom is.
And those who begin to glitch—those who remember? They are hunted, silenced, or reprogrammed.

"ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ɖɛֆȶʀօʏɨռɢ ƈǟֆȶʟɛֆ ɨռ ȶɦе ֆӄʏ
ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ɨ'ʟʟ ʄɨɢɦȶ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ɖɨɛ
ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ɖɛֆȶʀօʏɨռɢ ƈǟֆȶʟɛֆ ɨռ ȶɦɛ ֆӄʏ
ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ʄօʀɛʋɛʀʍօʀɛ ȶɦɛ ǟքքʟɛ օʄ ʍʏ ɛʏɛ
ɨ'ɖ ֆǟƈʀɨʄɨƈɛ ʍʏ ʟɨʄɛ ȶօ ʄɨռɖ ʏօʊ, ǟռɢɛʟ օʄ ȶɦɛ ɮʟǟɖɛ
ӄɨռɢֆʟǟʏɛʀ, ƈօʍɛ ǟռɖ ƈօʟʟɛƈȶ ʊֆ ʄʀօʍ ȶɦɛ ռɨɢɦȶ"

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Glossary of Terms

The System – The overarching technocratic AI-driven control structure that dictates all aspects of life, from personal behaviour to societal operations. More than just a government, it is an ideology, an omnipresent force of surveillance and control.

The Dominion – The central governing body controlled by both AI administrators and human elites. They oversee enforcement, propaganda, and technological advancement.

The Compliance Bureau – A division of the Dominion responsible for monitoring, correcting, and eliminating dissent.

The Virtue Doctrine – A strict moral and behavioural code enforced by the System, promoting obedience, discipline, and self-sacrifice for the greater good.

Reformation Facilities – Centers where glitched individuals, rebels, and disobedient citizens are “corrected” through reprogramming, cybernetic alterations, or, in extreme cases, termination.

Perfected Citizens – Those who fully conform to the System’s ideals. Their emotions are regulated, their thoughts are predictable, and they act as models of obedience.

Glitched – Individuals whose implants malfunction, causing them to experience free thought, emotions, and self-awareness. They are hunted down by the System.

Reclaimed – A term used for glitched individuals who have been captured and reprogrammed. They often return as enforcers or public warnings.

The Lost – Glitched individuals who disappeared without a trace—either executed, imprisoned, or taken for unknown experiments.

Obedience Scoring – A numerical ranking system measuring a citizen’s compliance. Higher scores grant privileges, while lower scores lead to increased surveillance or correctional measures.

Ascension Schools/Compliance Academies – Elite institutions where the most obedient and capable students are trained for leadership roles.

Correctional Programs – Intensive reeducation courses designed to break rebellious thoughts and instill absolute obedience.

Graduation Protocol – The selection process for high-achieving students who are sent to serve the Dominion. Many are never seen again.

VIIRTUES – A government-backed group of seven elite figures, each embodying one of the System’s Seven Virtues: Chastity, Charity, Temperance, Diligence, Patience, Kindness, and Humility.

The Seven Virtues – The official moral principles that dictate citizen behaviour, used to justify control and discourage rebellion.

The Illumination Broadcasts – Daily state-controlled news, entertainment, and public addresses that reinforce the System’s ideology.

Echelon Events – Exclusive VIP gatherings where elites discuss policy, broker power deals, and indulge in hidden luxuries denied to the lower classes.

The Fractured – A decentralized underground network of glitched individuals and defectors who fight against the System.

Ghostlines – Secret communication networks used by rebels to bypass surveillance.

Mindhackers – Skilled rebels who can disable or alter implants, unlocking memories and emotions.

The Shroud – A countermeasure used by the underground to temporarily mask an individual from digital tracking.

The Vanishing – A term referring to those who mysteriously disappear overnight—often glitched individuals or suspected rebels.

Neural Implants/Neural Compliance Chip (NCC) – Government-issued chips implanted at birth to regulate thoughts, emotions, and obedience.

Augmentations – Cybernetic enhancements used for both control and efficiency. Some citizens willingly accept them, while others are forcibly modified.

The Override Sequence – A failsafe that allows the System to completely take over a citizen’s mind or body if they pose a threat.

Echoes – Digital traces of erased individuals—glitched people who have been wiped from all records but sometimes leave residual data.

The Broadcast Signal – A continuous subliminal frequency that enforces compliance, only broken in certain underground zones.

Glitch Day - The underground equivalent of a birthday: Glitch Day is a celebration of rebirth or "the day one became free (glitched)".

"ȶɦɨֆ ɨֆ ʏօʊʀ աǟӄɛ ʊք ƈǟʟʟ
աɛ'ʀɛ ɢօɨռɢ ɖօառ ȶɦɛ ʀǟɮɮɨȶ ɦօʟɛ
ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ʀɛǟɖʏ?
ɨ ƈǟռ'ȶ ʄɛɛʟ ʏօʊ
օɦ, ʏɛǟɦ"

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Potential Sub-Plots?

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"ɨֆ ȶɦɨֆ աɦǟȶ ʏօʊ աǟռȶ?
ȶɦɨֆ ɨֆ աɦǟȶ ʏօʊ'ʟʟ ******* ɢɛȶ
ʏօʊ ************* ****"

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Personal HCs <3

Because Genshin's Fatui Harbingers have become recurring tributes...

Pierro - "The Strategist"

Formerly a high-ranking government official, responsible for overseeing the entire obedience system.
He was the one who killed the system’s creator, breaking his own chip in the process.
Now leads The Fractured, a hidden network of glitched individuals.
A cold and calculating leader, he prioritizes long-term survival over idealistic rebellion.

Capitano - "The Enforcer"

Once a government-sanctioned super-soldier, augmented for war and security.
After glitching, he was ordered to be "decommissioned," but fought his way to freedom.
Now serves as The Fractured’s military leader, overseeing combat operations and security.
Rarely speaks, but his reputation alone keeps enemies at bay.

Dottore - "The Surgeon"

A former lead researcher on neural implants and human augmentation.
His glitching led to an obsession with pushing the limits of human augmentation.
Continues his work in the underground, offering black-market cybernetics and unethical experiments.
Sees human emotion as a weakness and has no moral constraints.

Columbina - "The Siren"

A highly influential public figure, known for her angelic voice and captivating presence.
Glitched at a young age, but learned to fake compliance, remaining undetected.
Uses her influence to spread propaganda and sway public opinion subtly—her voice has a hypnotic effect.
Her true motives are enigmatic, and even The Fractured don’t fully trust her.

Arlecchino - "The Handler"

Formerly ran one of the government’s child-rearing and training facilities.
Glitched when she realized the extent of psychological control inflicted on children.
Now leads The Fractured’s recruitment and infiltration unit.
Trains young glitched individuals, preparing them for survival.

Pulcinella - "The Broker"

A former government liaison officer, handling high-profile financial and political affairs.
Despite glitching, he negotiated his way into staying useful.
Functions as The Fractured’s political strategist, managing external contacts and resources.
Has spies inside the government, but ultimately trusts no one.

Scaramouche - "The Rogue"

Designed as a prototype AI-human hybrid, meant to be the perfect enforcer.
His glitch was intentional, planted by an unknown entity.
Works alone, sometimes aiding The Fractured, but has his own agenda.
Hunted relentlessly by the government due to the experimental tech within him.

Sandrone - "The Engineer"

A child prodigy in robotics and AI development, responsible for designing automated enforcers.
Glitched after witnessing her creation display free will.
Now operates an underground cybernetics lab, crafting drones, androids, and illegal augmentations.
Obsessed with control—some fear she sees machines as superior to humans.

La Signora - "The Phoenix"

Once an elite socialite engaged to a powerful government figure.
Glitched after her fiancé was killed in the crossfire of a hunt.
Burned down the entire estate in revenge before disappearing—later discovered by Pierro who took her in.
Later dies during a botched extraction mission, when she is caught in an experimental energy blast meant to disable a target’s chip.

Pantalone - "The Financier"

A former economic strategist who built the city's wealth system.
Glitched after realizing the government’s financial system was an illusion.
Now funds The Fractured, using hidden accounts and black-market deals.
Remains fixated on power and influence, willing to sacrifice others for the cause.

Tartaglia - "The Hunter"

A once-loyal government elite soldier and tracker, sent to eliminate The Fractured.
Glitched while on a classified mission and turned on his team.
One of the few Fractured who still acts as a lone wolf, taking high-risk contracts.
Often serves as a double agent, infiltrating government operations.

For Immortes ♥ || Dezerae - "The Disciple" - Inspo Theme

Nicknames: M.A.X.I.M, Maxy, Foxy ❤️
(Motivated by Ambition, eXploration, and Internal Metamorphosis)

- The youngest Harbinger to date.
- Originally a top student at a government funded university and suspected youngest heir of the previous city leader, but was scheduled to be terminated after achieving a suspiciously perfect score on the Final Test. (Her chip keeps giving out false positive readings, as well as other issues)
- In possession of a defunct mechanical chip which glitched after Dezerae realized her family had never had any faith in her to begin with. Rescued from being Fractured by her chip. Brought to the Underground and assigned to Pantalone and Dottore.
- Dezerae's design possesses amazingly advanced ghostware, making her functionally invisible on all security/normal cameras. Her voice is able to mimick anyone she's heard before. Her failing chip - ~~implanted by a virus~~ - allows her to walk an uneasy line between AI and human.
- The Underground's Connection to the upper world and a tether to "humanity" if you can call it that.
- Doesn't know the fate of her parents or her siblings. There is a sneaking suspicion Pierro is setting her (or Childe) up to be the heir to a new world.

Estella ♥ - “They called me an icon of purity. Look at me now—pristine, even in ruin.”

A high-profile model and public figure admired for her poise, beauty, and unwavering loyalty to the system.
Code Name: “Chastity” – a title used both in VIP circles and as a symbolic figure in propaganda.
She represents virtue, discipline, and perfection, setting an impossible standard for the lower citizens to follow.
Frequently seen at exclusive lounges, government galas, and private gatherings, not for pleasure but as a status symbol.
Unlike others in the entertainment or luxury sectors, she is never truly available. Her engagement to an elite only cements this—a perfect ornament rather than a true partner. ~~(please don't cry Ray, it makes me sad too; this is for plot, only)~~
Her glitch happened gradually rather than all at once. At first, she experienced momentary lapses—a fleeting emotion too intense, a stray memory that felt... wrong.
WIP Character Profile

An accolade to Illusion Studios... ♥

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VIIRTUES is more than just an elite group of models, influencers, and public figures—it is a weapon of the System. Each member represents one of the seven virtues, embodying the ideals that every citizen is meant to strive toward. They are walking propaganda, perfect specimens sculpted to be admired, envied and obeyed.

Through carefully curated appearances, scripted interviews, and fabricated personal lives, they reinforce the System’s control, reminding the public that compliance leads to success, beauty, and privilege. Their reach extends into every aspect of life—fashion, entertainment, social etiquette, and even morality itself. To the common people, they are idols, mentors, and unattainable dreams. To the System, they are tools of control.

CHASTITY (Estella) – The Idol of Purity & Discipline

"Control your desires, and you will become untouchable."

Enforces purity laws & emotional restraint: Citizens are discouraged from forming deep emotional bonds, as love, lust, and attachment are seen as distractions from obedience. Marriage is arranged for efficiency, and relationships are monitored for signs of rebellion.
Promotes an unattainable beauty standard: Estella’s image is flawless, sculpted by the finest cybernetics and genetic enhancements. Women are told to aspire to her elegance, and men are conditioned to desire her, yet she remains unreachable.
Leads celebrity culture & high fashion: Estella’s face is on every luxury brand, setting trends that the lower classes can never quite attain. Every citizen idolizes her, but none can be her.
Influences morality in media: Holovision dramas, movies, and novels are rewritten to reinforce themes of sacrifice, purity, and discipline. Deviance from this norm is portrayed as sinful and self-destructive.
Serves as a government escort for VIPs: Her presence at high-class social events, political summits, and secret lounges ensures that the elite stay in line, entranced by her allure yet afraid of stepping out of bounds.

TEMPERANCE – The Figure of Restraint & Control

"Indulgence is the seed of corruption. Consume only what you need."

Regulates public consumption: This VIIRTUE ensures that citizens adhere to strict rations, discouraging excessive eating, drinking, or luxury. Gluttony is a sign of disobedience, while restraint is seen as strength.
Influences fitness & health policies: Exercise is not a choice—it is mandatory, disguised as an "honour" to maintain peak condition. Weakness is seen as inefficiency, and inefficiency is punishable.
Controls cybernetic access: Citizens are told that only the worthy may receive augmentations. While cybernetics are available, they are restricted to practical and government-approved enhancements.
Regulates the black market: Those caught indulging in unapproved pleasures—illegal foods, drinks, or cybernetic modifications—are punished. Some disappear. Others are made an example of.

CHARITY – The Face of Benevolence & Order

"The System gives. The System protects. Show gratitude, and you will be rewarded."

Runs state-funded "charity" programs: This VIIRTUE oversees the illusion that the government provides for all. Citizens are expected to be grateful for their rations, housing, and opportunities—no matter how little they receive.
Promotes work-as-worship culture: Volunteering, unpaid labour, and obedience are praised as acts of devotion. Those who refuse are labelled selfish and ungrateful.
Covers up disappearances: When citizens go missing, Charity ensures that the public sees only heartwarming news of social order and unity, distracting from the truth.
Prevents class conflict: The System thrives on hierarchy, and Charity ensures that the lower classes accept their place while glorifying the elites as "givers" and "benefactors."

DILIGENCE – The Symbol of Hard Work & Productivity

"A life of purpose is a life without regret. Work, and be fulfilled."

Controls the workforce: Citizens are conditioned from birth to believe that their only purpose is to serve the System. Passion, creativity, and personal ambitions are crushed early.
Reinforces 24/7 surveillance & productivity quotas: Work schedules are dictated by the System. Breaks, sleep, and even thoughts are regulated. Those who fail to meet quotas are reprimanded—or worse.
Turns citizens against each other: Those who question authority are labelled lazy, defective, or traitorous. Families and co-workers are encouraged to report anyone who does not give their all to the System.
Promotes "willing obedience" in youth: Schools teach that hard work is the only path to success, ensuring that even the most oppressed believe their suffering is virtuous.

PATIENCE – The Voice of Harmony & Submission

"There is no need for violence. The System will guide you."

Discourages rebellion & defiance: Citizens are taught that anger, protest, and violence are primitive emotions that lead to destruction. Submission is painted as the highest form of intelligence.
Uses calming AI to suppress unrest: If tensions rise, PATIENCE speaks through screens, AI-generated voices soothing the masses, convincing them that their suffering is temporary and necessary.
Manipulates religion & spirituality: Temples, meditation programs, and "spiritual" events are nothing more than re-education hubs disguised as enlightenment.
Reinforces the illusion of freedom: Citizens are told that change takes time. If they simply wait, work hard, and remain patient, the System will reward them. It never does.

KINDNESS – The Figurehead of Unity & Peace

"We are one people. One family. Those who divide us are the true enemy."

Justifies mass surveillance as "protection": Citizens are told that privacy is dangerous—only those with something to hide fear being watched.
Convinces people to police each other: Families, friends, and lovers are encouraged to report anyone who acts suspiciously. Betrayal is painted as a virtue—turning in a loved one means you love them enough to save them.
Maintains the illusion of utopia: News outlets and entertainment portray the world as flawless. Any reports of crime, rebellion, or injustice are dismissed as rumours.
Erases the truth of the Glitched: People who disappear were never real. Those who question reality are simply "confused."

HUMILITY – The Symbol of Absolute Obedience

"You are nothing. The System is everything. Surrender, and find peace."

Promotes self-sacrifice for the greater good: Citizens are told that they are insignificant—their only purpose is to serve the System. The greatest honour is to give up one’s life for the government.
Enforces strict social hierarchies: Those in power are to be worshipped, never questioned. The elite are divine figures, while the lower classes must exist in servitude.
Regulates speech & thought: Independent ideas, free will, and personal ambition are dangerous. The only thoughts allowed are those that benefit the System.
Final authority in "The Hunt": If someone glitches, Humility is the one who delivers the final decree: reprogramming or elimination.

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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

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French!Stelle Headcanons

While Estella doesn’t actively seek out opportunities to speak French, it’s deeply woven into her mannerisms, whether through emotional slips, sarcastic remarks... or flirting.

✧ It just Slips Out
If she’s frustrated, irritated, or overwhelmed - it’s almost an instinctual switch. When scolding someone, it’s either rapid-fire French (to avoid saying something too harsh in English) or a dramatic mix of both.
"Papa, tu es insupportable! Ce n’est pas compliqué de suivre un planning—" (“Dad, you’re unbearable! It’s not complicated to follow a schedule—”)

✧ Talking to Herself
Thinking out loud? It’s often in French, especially when she’s focused on something and alone.
"Où est-ce que j’ai mis ça..." ("Where did I put that...")

✧ Terms of Endearment
With Dezerae, her use of French gradually shifts from just teaching simple words to intentionally flirting with phrases that sound romantic, even if they're just casual. She’ll say these in a completely normal tone, just to make Dezerae flustered.
"Comment fais-tu pour être aussi belle, hmm?" ("How do you manage to be so beautiful, hmm?")

✧ Bombastic Side Eye
If someone is getting on her nerves, she’ll mutter something just low enough that they won’t understand but high enough to make them know she’s talking about them.
"Ah, bien sûr, parce que c'est une idée brillante..." ("Ah, of course, because that’s such a brilliant idea...")

✧ Professional Advantage
She rarely advertises that she’s fluent unless necessary, but when she does need to use it, it’s flawless. If Illusion Studios is working with French-speaking clients or brands, Estella shifts into fluent, polished French effortlessly.

✧ I Speak no Americano
With Dezerae, Estella sometimes pretends not to understand English just to be annoying.
"Je ne comprends pas... Répétez, s’il vous plaît?" ("I don’t understand… Repeat, please?")

Estella could be an excellent French teacher if she wanted to be… but the way she actually teaches is wildly inconsistent—a mix of genuine effort, chaotic teasing, and throwing people into the deep end to figure it out themselves.

✧ She Could… But Doesn’t
If she actually cared about properly teaching someone French, she’d structure full lessons and correct pronunciation with patience. However, for most people, she’s more of an “on-the-spot” teacher—throwing out words and phrases as they become relevant.

✧ You Don’t Need That
She loves giving people absurdly specific phrases before the basics. If someone asks, "How do I say ‘Hello’ in French?", she’ll deadpan "First, you need to know how to say ‘Help, I am lost.’"

✧ Only Half-Helpful
If someone mispronounces something in a funny way, she will absolutely make fun of them for it.
"Ah, so instead of ‘Je t’adore,’ you have chosen to say ‘I eat love.’ Fascinating…"

✧ Selective Teaching
If someone genuinely wants to learn, she’s actually fairly patient and will take the time to correct mistakes properly. However, if she senses that someone is lazy about it, she’ll make them suffer. For example, forcing them to practice the ‘R’ sound until they’re sick of it.

✧ Appropriate Usage
She hates when people just memorize words without applying them, so she forces people to use their French in conversation. When outside of Illusion Studios, Estella will absolutely make her students order for themselves, even if they only know three words.

Estella and Dezerae’s French lessons were less about actual studying and more about spending time together—with Estella using every opportunity to flirt, tease, or just enjoy Dezerae’s company.

✧ The “Serious” Study Sessions
Estella occasionally attempted to take these lessons seriously, bringing Dezerae to a quiet café with a notebook and a pre-written list of essential French phrases. However, the moment Dezerae got a word wrong, in a cute way, Estella would lose focus and spend the rest of the session smirking. Estella corrects pronunciation by whispering the words right against Dezerae’s ear.

✧ Grocery Shopping
Estella will always claim that the best way to learn is through real-world experience, so she takes Dezerae grocery shopping. She makes Dezerae the one in charge of reading out the shopping list (written in French), and will only get said items if Dezerae manages to translate them correctly.

✧ Movie Nights
Estella insisted that watching French films was an essential part of learning, so she would set up cozy movie nights—except, she refused to put on subtitles. If a romantic line came up, Estella would pause the movie, turn to Dezerae, and whisper it to her in the softest voice possible—just to see her blush.

✧ “Lessons” in Public
Estella loved catching Dezerae off guard by whispering French phrases to her at the most inappropriate moments. Mid-conversation with friends? "Tu es la plus belle chose que j’aie jamais vue." ("You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."). Standing in line somewhere? "J’ai envie de t’embrasser tout de suite." ("I want to kiss you right now."). If Dezerae tried to get back at her by saying something flirty in French, Estella would pretend to be impressed—only to critique her pronunciation seconds later.

✧ Love Notes
Estella occasionally left cute little handwritten notes around their apartment, but instead of writing them in English, they were entirely in French. She refused to translate them, insisting that Dezerae had to figure it out herself. Some were simple, like "Je t’aime, mon cœur." ("I love you, my heart."), but others were unnecessarily poetic.

✧ Say it Again
Estella is often left speechless whenever Dezerae manages to - and correctly - reply back to her teasing. She’ll demand that Dezerae repeats herself because “she didn’t hear her properly”, but she really just want to hear her darling’s compliment again.

✧ Pet Names (The French Version)
Estella prefers to keep pet names for her darling sweet and simple.

Ma chérie – My darling (Her go-to, playful yet affectionate.)
Mon cœur – My heart (Used when she’s feeling soft and romantic.)
Ma belle – My beautiful (Casual yet complimentary.)
Mon ange – My angel (When Dezerae does something particularly sweet, or if Estella wants something.)
Mon soleil – My sun (A rare, deeply affectionate one—Estella may or may not have stolen this one from her father.)

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Estella Blake & Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect

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Cranberry | a symbol of hardiness

The soft murmur of traffic outside Illusion Studios provided a gentle background to the tranquillity of Estella’s office, where time seemed to stand still. The sophisticated, minimalist decor featured smooth lines and a muted colour scheme that exuded sophistication. A single desk lamp cast a warm, golden glow, creating soft shadows that danced on the walls and highlighting the meticulously arranged papers around her.

Estella worked with fierce determination, her fingers deftly slipping documents into her stylish leather satchel, the rich aroma of aged leather mingling with the delicate scent of jasmine from a nearby incense stick. She briefly glanced at her phone, the screen illuminating her face for a moment as she checked the itinerary for the next day. The day had stretched on, and the enticing idea of relaxation lingered just beyond her grasp, motivating her to persevere as the clock slowly approached the designated hour.

Suddenly, the sharp, rhythmic sound of heels resonated on the polished floor, shattering the stillness of the office. Estella lifted her eyes, her expression shifting from deep concentration to curiosity as Giovana entered with an effortless grace. Her dark hair was flawlessly styled, cascading over her shoulders like a glossy waterfall, seemingly unaffected by the lateness of the hour. Giovana's presence filled the space, injecting it with a vibrant energy that sharply contrasted with the peacefulness of the night.

“Gia,” Estella greeted, her tone measured and calm, as she gracefully rose from her workspace cluttered with papers and scattered notes. The dim light of the late evening cast a warm glow around her, illuminating her composed features. “It’s quite late,” she continued, glancing at the clock on the wall, “I assumed you’d already headed home for the evening.”

Giovana leaned casually against the doorframe, her arms crossed in a relaxed yet defiant manner, projecting an air of confidence that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface. A playful smirk danced on her lips, but the sharpness in her tone hinted at a deeper frustration. “I could very well say the same for you,” she replied, her voice dripping with a lighthearted challenge. “But I suppose that’s just how it is these days, isn’t it? Always the diligent director, putting the job before everything else, no matter the hour.”

Estella raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting slightly as she set her well-worn leather shoulder bag down on the desk. The faint sound of the strap hitting the hardwood floor broke the thick silence of the room. She took a moment to study Giovana, her curiosity piqued but tempered by her usual professionalism. “Was there something, in particular, you needed to discuss?” she asked, the hint of anticipation threading through the evenness of her tone. Her gaze held a flicker of expectation as she regarded Giovana with a mixture of concern and intrigue, wondering what could compel her to remain at the office so late.

Giovana hesitated momentarily at the threshold of the office, feeling an unexpected sense of apprehension wash over her. As she stepped further inside, her smile faltered, replaced by an expression of concern. “You know, Estella, you’ve really changed,” she said bluntly, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. The words seemed to linger, echoing in the open space between them. “You’re nothing like the person I knew back in college. I thought we were friends, but now?” She paused, searching for the right words. “You’re… cold. If I’m being honest, ‘patronizing’ feels like a more fitting description. It’s as if you’ve taken this whole director role far too seriously.”

Estella blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of Giovana’s statement. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, the weight of her friend's critique hanging thick in the air. Then, a wry smile began to tug at the corners of her lips, a defensive reaction that masked her discomfort. “Welcome to the life of being employed, Giovana,” she replied, attempting to inject a hint of her father’s humour into the conversation. “This isn’t college anymore. It’s my responsibility to ensure that everything here runs smoothly. That means I can’t just bend to everyone’s whims, even yours. But believe me, I do make an effort to keep everyone happy—within reason, of course.”

Giovana let out a derisive scoff, frustration evident in her tone as she began to pace back and forth in the room. With each measured step, she cast an exasperated glance at Estella before halting abruptly to confront her. “You know, it’s infuriating. No one else in this entire so-called team seems to take their responsibilities seriously,” she continued, her voice rising slightly with emotion. “And don’t even get me started on Dezerae. The favouritism is beyond obvious; it’s like she can do no wrong in everyone else's eyes. I can't understand why there is so much pressure placed on me to perform at this level while others coast by with barely any effort. It's exhausting!”

Estella’s smile slowly dimmed, her expression shifting as she tilted her head ever so slightly, studying Giovana.. The air around them thickened with tension, each passing second stretching into eternity as Estella’s eyes searched Giovana’s face, seeking something just beneath the surface.

“It is, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice laced with vague understanding. The question hung in the air, sharp and unexpected, catching Giovana completely off guard. For a moment, she was frozen, her thoughts swirling in a flurry of emotions as she struggled to find the right words to convey her truth. “Then, may I ask,” Estella continued, her tone gentle yet probing, “Why did you choose me, Gia?” The sincerity in her voice deepened the moment, amplifying the weight of the inquiry and leaving Giovana momentarily speechless, her heart racing in the silence that followed.

“Choose you?” Giovana repeated, her brow furrowing as confusion danced in her eyes as she took a moment to process Estella’s words.

“In college,” Estella continued, her voice steady yet laced with unspoken emotions. “I wanted nothing more than to retreat to a place where no one knew me, to escape from the suffocating expectations that surrounded me for once. But you… You were popular, the kind of person everyone naturally gravitated toward. Though sometimes I wondered if it was for the right reasons.”

Giovana began to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. She paused, her lips forming a tight line as she attempted to collect her thoughts. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, each moment dragging on as she considered her choices.

Estella, standing across from her with an air of calm determination, leaned forward slightly. Her voice, though soothing, carried an undercurrent of inquiry that made Giovana uneasy. “Was it because of my money? My former fame? Or was I just someone you thought you could easily push around?”

“That’s not fair,” Giovana snapped, the defensive edge in her voice betraying her attempt to maintain composure. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt the accusation sink in, and she instinctively crossed her arms as if to shield herself from the probing questions. “You’re wrong - it wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn’t it?” Estella pressed gently, her tone still calm but unyielding as if she could sense the cracks beginning to appear in Giovana’s façade. The relentless pursuit of clarity in Estella's eyes made it hard for Giovana to deflect the conversation.

Giovana averted her eyes, unable to hold Estella's penetrating stare any longer. The usual sharpness of her wit and tongue seemed to dissolve in the face of Estella’s quiet tenacity. She felt vulnerable and exposed. The weight of the moment hung heavily between them, leaving her searching for the right words that refused to come.

“Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong,” Estella said playfully, leaning back against her polished wooden desk, her arms crossing loosely over her chest. The casual stance contrasted sharply with the serious undertone of her words. “But wouldn’t you agree that it’s a bit unsettling how effortlessly you can uncover details about my life? With just a click of a button, you can find my birthday, my birthplace, traces of my family history, and a stream of headlines that have defined my public persona…” She paused for a moment, a dry laugh escaping her lips, echoing her frustration. “Honestly, who needs a baby album when everything from my childhood is archived in online galleries for anyone to see? There’s simply no privacy.”

Despite the humour woven through her tone, a palpable melancholy lingered beneath the surface. Estella’s expression softened, reflecting a blend of nostalgia and introspection as she continued, “But do I ever regret growing up too quickly? That’s a difficult question. Because when I look back, I see some of my happiest moments woven into that whirlwind of experiences. Modelling wasn’t just a job—it was my entire life, a source of purpose and passion. I thrived in that world; it shaped who I am today, positively and negatively. It opened my eyes to the realities of this industry and the complexities of human nature. Those lessons have been invaluable, which is why I take my role here so seriously.”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing as it locked onto Giovana’s, searching for answers in the depths of her friend’s guarded demeanour. “But you? You’ve shared so little about your past with me. If I were to plug your name into a search engine, the only thing that might come up is a link to your Instagram profile, and even that feels surface-level. It’s strange, really—despite everything we’ve been through together, I barely know you, Gia. Aren’t we supposed to be friends?”

As the words settled in the air, Giovana froze, her body going rigid as a flicker of discomfort crossed her otherwise composed features. The self-assured spark that usually shone in her eyes was extinguished, replaced by an unfamiliar vulnerability that she found difficult to mask. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her mind racing as she grappled with the weight of the unasked questions hanging between them.

Estella sensed the shift in the atmosphere and, after a brief pause, decided to let the topic go. She sighed softly, her expression softening. “Look,” she began, her voice taking on a more soothing and understanding tone. “Money and fame aren’t everything in life. They might seem appealing on the surface, but they don’t come with any guarantees of lasting happiness. I can assure you that you’re mistaken if you believe so. Trust me, I’ve learned that lesson.”

Giovana turned her gaze toward Estella. Her curiosity was piqued as she searched for any signs of pity or condescension in her eyes. Instead, she found an unmistakable sincerity that resonated with her, making her wonder about the depth of Estella’s experiences.

“I stepped into this role because my father decided it was time to retire, and now I find myself faced with a considerable amount of issues that need addressing,” Estella explained her tone a mix of determination and exasperation. “This agency is far more than just the glamour of high fashion and the excitement of photoshoots. It’s a complex business with fierce competition at every turn. My duty now is to navigate these challenges and ensure the agency not only survives but flourishes, not just for my sake, but for everyone relying on its success.”

Across the room, Giovana shifted in her seat, her usual self-assured demeanour faltering as she grappled with Estella’s words. The weight of self-doubt began to creep in, wrapping around her like a vine. “I just… I just don’t want to feel like I’m constantly falling short,” she admitted, her voice a mere whisper, almost lost amidst the bustle of the agency. The vulnerability in her confession revealed a deep-seated fear of inadequacy that she struggled to keep at bay.

Estella offered her a small, reassuring smile, the kind that seemed to radiate warmth even in the dim lighting of the office. “No one expects you to be perfect, Giovana. Least of all, me. Just… try to remember that we’re all in this together. And maybe, instead of focusing so much on how drastically I’ve changed, you might consider how much you can grow as a result of this experience.”

Giovana didn’t respond immediately; her usual quick wit and charm seemed to evaporate in the face of Estella’s earnestness. She felt her gaze drop to the polished floor beneath her, the smooth surface reflecting her internal turmoil. Each word Estella spoke landed heavily on her, demanding her attention, and for once, the familiar quips that usually danced on the edge of her tongue were nowhere to be found.

“Goodnight, Gia,” Estella said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she picked up her bag, the sound of the zipper breaking the silence of the moment. She turned toward the door, pausing just long enough to glance back, her expression a blend of encouragement and concern.

Giovana remained standing in the office, feeling as if the weight of Estella’s words had enveloped her like a heavy, suffocating cloak. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, uncertainty washed over her, a feeling she couldn’t quite articulate or shake off. The usual confidence that propelled her forward was tangled in a web of introspection, leaving her to ponder not just Estella’s transformations but her own potential for growth in the face of change. The room felt strangely empty as she stood there, alone with her thoughts, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the air.

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Estella Blake & Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect

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Venus' Looking-Glass | a symbol of flattery

Giovana reclined effortlessly in Estella’s sleek, contemporary office, a space of glass and polished metal that exuded sophistication. Her perfectly polished nails, painted a deep shade of red, rhythmically tapped against the polished oak desk, the soft sounds resonating gently in the otherwise quiet room. Dressed in a fitted blazer that accentuated her figure flawlessly, she radiated a sense of laid-back elegance that sharply contrasted with the serious undertones permeating the atmosphere.

Seated across from her, Estella drew attention with her warm yet commanding presence, her voice maintaining a steady rhythm as she carefully detailed the complex aspects of Illusion Studios’ internal policies. Her speech flowed like a perfectly memorized script, infused with professionalism that highlighted the seriousness of their discussion.

However, despite the importance of their exchange, Giovana’s focus began to wane, irresistibly drawn to her phone, which rested enticingly next to a precariously stacked mound of paperwork. The screen ignited with a vibrant surge of messages from an animated group chat, each notification a tempting call that lured her with the promise of shared humour and spirited exchanges. A faint smirk appeared at the edges of her lips as she wrestled with the increasing desire to forsake their conversation and plunge into the lively digital banter, alluring as it was.

“You know I’m trying to make this fun right? :P But very well, if you don’t want to hang out with your boring ol manager, go find Stelle. I just thought I’d spend time with my kids. Toodles~”

"Sorry, Stelle doesn’t have time for silly quizzes. She’s helping me with important paperwork, so I’m sure she’d prefer it if you didn’t disturb us x 💋"

The reply was steeped in condescension, infused with a passive-aggressive tone that was characteristically Giovana. As she placed the phone down, a noticeable sense of finality enveloped her, a self-satisfied grin tugging at her lips after issuing her sharp response. Meanwhile, Estella cast her narrowed eyes in Giovana's direction, her disapproval clearly visible as her brow furrowed and her lips pressed tightly together, barely masking her contempt.

Estella had diverted her attention from the pile of papers spread across her desk, her brow creased with concern. The lighting in the room highlighted the tension forming in her expression, giving it a serious edge. “Gia,” she said, her voice calm yet laced with a touch of annoyance, “If you’re going to stay this distracted, I’m sure Dezerae would gladly take over this onboarding process instead.” Each word carried a blend of professionalism and quiet frustration, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

Giovana promptly turned her phone face down on the sleek wooden desk, the screen going dark as she leaned in, her demeanour shifting to an apologetic smile. “Oh, no, Stelle,” she replied sincerely, her tone warm and uplifting. “You’re doing such an excellent job. I just got a little sidetracked—blame Dezerae, actually.” She playfully rolled her eyes, her gaze drifting towards the device as if uttering her woman’s name could trigger a flood of notifications. “She’s been blowing up the group chat with childish quizzes.”

With an exaggerated flourish, Giovana gracefully extended her hand toward the sleek, polished pen resting elegantly beside her. As she expertly flicked through the stack of forms laid out before her, she added a dramatic twist to her movements, which seemed almost theatrical. Giovana was determined to project an air of intense engagement, all while trying to mask the momentary lapse of focus that had briefly captured her attention and momentarily whisked her away from the task at hand.

Across the table, Estella observed her with a discerning gaze, her lips pressing into a tight, determined line that spoke volumes of her concern. “Quizzes?” she inquired, her tone clipped yet gauged. “Dezerae is a professional. I have complete confidence that if she has decided to pose questions, it’s for a very specific reason.”

Estella’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharpening with an unspoken challenge that flickered like a spark between them. It was as though she silently dared Giovana to rethink her dismissive attitude in light of the pressing situation they found themselves entangled in. The air around them crackled with tension, amplifying the significance of their conversation and the weight of their dilemma, each moment pregnant with unexpressed thoughts.

Suddenly, the taut silence was shattered as Giovana’s phone lit up, the bright notification cutting through the thick atmosphere like a knife. Despite her determination to remain focused, temptation tugged at her resolve, and she stole a glance at the screen. Her perfectly arched brows shot up in surprise as she read the text from Lysander.

"You can do paperwork, Gia?"

The smugness radiating from his message seemed to leap off the screen, stinging her with a flush of warmth creeping up her cheeks, a volatile mix of embarrassment and simmering irritation swirling beneath her skin.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, the words barely escaping her lips as frustration bubbled within her. With a surge of determination, she grasped her phone tightly, her fingers hovering over the screen. She poised herself to craft a clever retort, ready to stand her ground against his condescending tone and assert her intelligence in the face of his mockery.

“Giovana,” Estella said, her voice steady and composed, as she intertwined her fingers elegantly atop the smooth, polished surface of her desk. The soft light from the window cast a warm glow on her face, highlighting the calm resolve in her expression. “I’m not entirely certain what you believe you’re achieving with your current approach,” she continued, her gaze unwavering, “But provoking the team isn’t likely going to earn you the support or goodwill you’re seeking.”

Giovana’s eyes widened in surprise, her previously confident posture shifting as a hint of vulnerability crept into her expression. “Provoking?” she echoed, her voice adopting an exaggeratedly soft and gentle tone that was almost theatrical. “Oh no, Stelle, I would never dream of doing that. I just… it’s a bit challenging to find my place sometimes, you know? Everyone else has been part of this team for so much longer, and I can’t help but feel the need to defend myself a little bit. If I don’t, who’s going to take me seriously?”

With theatrical flair, she placed her hand over her heart, letting out a delicate sigh as she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a confidential truth. “I mean, don’t you find it somewhat unprofessional of Dezerae to pull everyone into a group chat just to discuss hypothetical questions when we have so much work piling up? I only expressed my thoughts, Stelle, to keep our conversation focused and productive—because I genuinely respect both you and your time.”

Estella’s expression remained unfaltering, her gaze locked onto Giovana with a piercing intensity. “And yet, you’re the one who seems distracted, Giovana,” she stated, her voice cool and composed, each word deliberate and devoid of ambiguity. “If you truly valued my time, you wouldn’t waste it by engaging in petty arguments within the group chat.”

Giovana blinked in surprise, her lips parting as if to voice a protest, but Estella swiftly raised a hand, silencing her. “Focus on completing the paperwork. Properly,” she instructed, her tone firm. “You’re here to work, not to indulge in frivolous banter with Dezerae or anyone else.”

A knot twisted in Giovana’s stomach, but she mustered her most apologetic smile, attempting to mask her discomfort. “Of course, Stelle. I promise to devote my full attention to it.”

As Estella nestled back into her messy pile of documents, the persistent buzzing of Giovana's phone drew her attention—a relentless reminder of distractions hovering just out of reach. The continuous vibrations seemed to mock her from her peripheral vision, like an annoying gnat that wouldn’t be brushed away. Giovana tightened her jaw, pinching the inside of her cheek, as a surge of frustration enveloped her. She compelled herself to concentrate, clutching her pen firmly as she redirected her focus to the countless forms spread out across her desk.

With each signature she penned repeatedly on different papers, Lysander’s scornful comment resonated in her mind. She could nearly hear his voice dripping with sarcasm, gnawing at her just as Dezerae’s smug grin had done earlier that week. The picture of Dezerae’s knowing gaze persisted like stubborn ink marks, refusing to fade. The mix of their taunts formed a persistent anxiety that made it nearly impossible for her to focus on the tedious task before her.

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Estella Blake & Giovana De la Cruz
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ Ailanthus altissima ⁺₊✧
Ailanthus | a symbol of lofty aspirations

Estella meticulously adjusted the collar of her tailored blazer, her fingertips gliding over the smooth, crisp fabric as she stood in the soft glow of the café's warm lighting. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, mingling with the faint chatter of nearby patrons. Just as she settled into her thoughts, her phone buzzed on the polished wooden table, the screen flickering with a new message. “Won’t be too long!” it read, the words dancing across the display. Estella cast a fleeting glance at the notification before carefully placing the device face-down, the screen’s illumination fading into the background. The woman's phone number was saved in her contacts simply under the name "Giovana," a choice she had made deliberately, a subtle barrier that lent the relationship an air of distance and detachment.

The small corner café, a hidden gem nestled between the imposing glass-and-steel skyscrapers of downtown New York, exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere that felt worlds away from the bustling city outside. Soft, warm light spilt from vintage pendant lamps, illuminating the rustic wooden tables and creating a cosy enclave amidst the urban chaos. The walls were adorned with vibrant, eclectic artwork from local artists, each piece telling its own story. At the same time, the comforting scent of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries baking in the oven.

Estella's tea sat abandoned on the polished wooden table, its surface glistening under the warm glow of the lights. The steam from the cup danced gracefully upward in slow, deliberate spirals as if time had momentarily paused in this tranquil space. She had arrived well before the arranged hour: a nervous habit, affording herself the precious opportunity to gather her thoughts and arm herself mentally for the forthcoming meeting.

Around her, the café hummed with the soft murmur of conversations—voices blending into a soothing background melody—and the espresso machine's rhythmic, almost hypnotic whir, punctuating the air with its rich, robust aroma. Despite this inviting ambience, Estella remained inwardly focused, her thoughts sharp and alert. She sat with impeccable posture, her body language radiating calm and control, while her mind raced through potential scenarios for the conversation ahead.

Giovana made her entrance with a striking and unmistakable elegance, precisely as Estella had anticipated. Her stiletto heels' sharp, rhythmic click reverberated against the polished tile floor, creating a captivating symphony with each deliberate step. Her movements were infused with effortless confidence, turning heads and drawing glances from all corners of the room as she navigated through the crowd.

Slung casually yet stylishly over her shoulder, her designer handbag was a work of art crafted from rich, supple leather that glimmered under the soft lighting. The deep hue of the bag contrasted beautifully with the tailored sharpness of her blazer, which hugged her silhouette in all the right places while showcasing clean lines and expert craftsmanship. Every element of her attire was carefully curated and spoke to her refined taste—the subtle shimmer of her gold jewellery, each piece delicately chosen: a pair of dangling earrings that caught the light with every turn of her head, a sleek bracelet that hugged her wrist, and a statement ring that sparkled with an air of exclusivity.

As she slid gracefully into the seat across from Estella, she placed her bag on the table with a sense of ceremony, allowing it to take centre stage as if it were a coveted treasure on display. Giovana radiated an aura of certainty and self-assuredness, embodying the essence of a woman who knew her value and carried herself with an unmistakable flair. Evidently, her presence was not just about fashion but also about the confidence she exuded—poised, commanding, and unforgettable.

“Stelle! It’s been forever,” Giovana exclaimed, her voice warm and laced with an almost rehearsed enthusiasm. Her smile was dazzling, yet, Estella’s keen, discerning gaze detected the slight tension flickering beneath the surface of Giovana’s façade. The corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly, and Estella noted the tightness in her shoulders, betraying a hint of unease that belied her cheerful demeanour. Giovana had always excelled at crafting an image, skillfully concealing any vulnerability behind a well-polished exterior, but Estella understood better than to take anything at face value from her.

“Giovana,” Estella replied, her head inclining slightly in a gesture of polite acknowledgement. “It has indeed been some time.” Her tone was measured, each word chosen with care, and her expression remained effectively neutral, betraying nothing of her own internal reflections. As they exchanged pleasantries, Estella’s mind was already cataloguing the details surrounding her friend: the way Giovana's exhaustion, subtly hidden under layers of carefully applied makeup, seemed to manifest in her slightly sunken eyes; the restless energy that vibrated through her body, a habitual fidget that hinted at restlessness.

Estella leaned back in her chair; her posture relaxed yet exuded an air of effortless authority. The subtle curve of her lips and the way her fingers lightly drummed against the polished wood of the table spoke of her calm demeanour, masking a sharp intuition. She absorbed every minute detail—each flicker of Giovana’s eyes, each nervous twitch of her hands—like a seasoned analyst, mentally cataloguing the unspoken stories woven into their cordial exchange. “So, how are you?” Estella asked, her tone smooth and inviting, laced with genuine curiosity.

“I’m doing well now that I’ve finally escaped the clutches of college,” Giovana replied, her voice brightening as she gestured expansively with her hands, almost as if casting away old burdens. “Oh! I almost forgot to share—I've recently moved to the city! I’ve been here a few months now, and it’s such a thrill compared to back home,” she exclaimed, her eyes alight with enthusiasm, the city’s pulse seemingly reverberating through her, "I think being here suits me."

“Is that so?” Estella responded, raising an interested eyebrow, encouraging Giovana to delve deeper into her experiences.

“Yeah, I’m living with my boyfriend—well, partner, I guess. It’s a unique setup,” Giovana admitted, her voice slipping into a wistful tone as she examined the delicate silver ring on her finger. “Things are… fine, I suppose,” she continued, a hint of a dramatic sigh escaping her lips, subtly betraying her internal conflict. “But you know how relationships can spiral into complexities.” She tossed a strand of hair over her shoulder, her smile returning as if she were donning a mask for the world.
“I’m also considering finding a place of my own soon,” she added, the determination in her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “The whole idea of independence is incredibly appealing. And I need to look for a job, of course; got to keep myself occupied and make the most of this new chapter, right?” Her tone conveyed excitement and apprehension, the duality of embarking on this fresh journey evident in her expression.

Estella nodded in acknowledgement, though her expression remained an enigmatic mask, concealing her true feelings. “That makes sense,” she replied, choosing her words carefully. “Independence is important.”

A spark ignited in Giovana’s eyes at Estella’s response, as if Estella had unlocked a pivotal realization for her. “Exactly!” Giovana exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. She leaned in closer, creating an intimate bubble of conversation around them. “I saw your name splashed across the headlines and thought, ‘Could it really be true?’ I mean, you can’t always take the media at face value these days.” Giovana lowered her voice as if sharing a confidential secret, her tone conspiratorial. “But it really is true, isn’t it? You’re at the helm of Illusion Studios now?”

Estella took a moment, allowing the warmth of her cup to permeate her hands, a small comfort in the moment's tension. “I’m currently in training,” she replied, calm yet measured. “But, yes, it’s true.” The weight of her words settled between them, and she couldn’t shake the mild unease that flickered in the back of her mind. She knew Giovana all too well; she had a way of weaving into conversations with her own motives, and this reunion would likely be no exception.

“That’s incredible!” Giovana leaned forward again, her excitement palpable. “Illusion Studios is iconic, and you’re running it? That’s huge! Congratulations!” There was an intensity in her gaze as if Estella’s success validated their time spent together in the past. “I always knew you’d land on your feet in the end.”

“Thank you,” Estella replied, maintaining a steady demeanour. Yet, beneath the surface, a hint of formality coloured her response. “It’s been… a significant adjustment, stepping into this role.” The weight of responsibility pressed on her, and while she appreciated Giovana's enthusiasm, it became apparent what her old friend was truly after.

Giovana’s polished mask flickered momentarily, revealing a fleeting hint of vulnerability beneath her carefully constructed facade. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, inviting Estella into a world only they shared. “Of course. And, you know, I’ve been mulling things over… with your new role, it must be crucial to surround yourself with people you can truly trust. You know, people who understand your vision and goals. We always worked well together, didn’t we?”

Estella fixed her gaze steadily on Giovana, her composure unyielding even as the tension in the air thickened. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the rim of her cup, a subtle yet intentional gesture that betrayed her inner conflict. She bit her tongue, suppressing the urge to dismiss Giovana’s last comment, which felt layered with unspoken implications. “What exactly are you suggesting?” she asked, probing for clarity.

A knowing smile spread across Giovana’s lips, one that seemed to illuminate the space between them. Yet, an unmistakable spark of anticipation in her eyes hinted at deeper motives. “Well,” she began, her voice maintaining a casual tone, while beneath it lay a current of intent that was impossible to ignore. “Like I mentioned, I’ve been yearning for something new—a fresh start that invigorates my creativity. And when I came across the news that you had joined Illusion Studios, it lit a spark in me… why not take the leap? You know I have a keen eye for fashion, an innate sense for what resonates. And let’s not forget—I’m dependable, hardworking…” She trailed off, letting the weight of her offer linger in the air, a delicate balance of opportunity and risk.

Estella leaned forward slightly, her expression remaining inscrutable. She spoke with a politeness that concealed an underlying firmness, her voice steady as she posed the question that hung heavily in the air. “Well, what experience do you have in the industry?”

Giovana blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the abruptness of the inquiry. She hesitated, gathering her thoughts, and then replied, “Well, I mean, I’ve always had a strong interest in fashion and design. You know that about me. I've always believed I have a keen sense of style; people always tell me I should model or pursue something creative in the industry.” Her voice had a hint of uncertainty as her confidence wavered under Estella’s unwavering gaze.

Estella raised an eyebrow, a clear signal that she wasn’t convinced. “But no formal experience?” she pressed, her tone calm yet laced with a hint of scepticism. “No internships, no prior roles in fashion or media that you can draw upon?”

Giovana felt the pressure mounting as she hesitated, the cracks in her meticulously crafted facade becoming increasingly apparent. “Not exactly,” she admitted, her voice dropping slightly as she fumbled for the right words. “I mean, I’ve been involved in a few local events and… well, you know how it is. Sometimes, it’s about who you know, not just what’s on your resume. And we… we have history together, right?” Her attempt to connect their past seemed desperate and hopeful as she tried to leverage their personal relationship into a professional opportunity.

Estella set her porcelain cup down with deliberate precision, the soft clink echoing in the quiet café, her gaze unwavering and piercing as she assessed Giovana. “You see, Giovana, history alone doesn’t build a career in our industry. At Illusion Studios, we pride ourselves on being highly selective. We’re not simply searching for style or a web of connections; we want substance and depth. Tell me, what do you bring to the table that stands out as truly unique?”

Giovana felt a crack in her once-firm confidence, the carefully rehearsed charm that had carried her thus far beginning to crumble under Estella’s unwavering scrutiny. “Well,” she stammered, her voice a tad unsteady, “I… I’ve got charisma. I can introduce something fresh, something different that hasn’t been seen before.”

Estella leaned forward slightly, her composure unshaken, yet her eyes glimmered with subtle challenge. “Different, how?” she inquired, her tone calm yet probing. “Because from my vantage point, you seem to be presenting yourself based solely on charm. That might be a winning strategy in other places, but it won’t cut it here. Your uniqueness needs to be more than just a pleasant aura.”

Giovana’s confusion was palpable, her usually composed demeanour cracking as she leaned back, her body language shifting drastically. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, a defensive gesture that betrayed her vulnerability. “Estella, come on,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, the usual confident lilt replaced by a wavering note of uncertainty. “We’re friends. I thought… I really thought you’d understand where I’m coming from.”

For a moment, her eyes searched Estella's face for reassurance, but all she found was a focused resolve. "We’ve always looked out for each other before, haven’t we?" Giovana added, her tone imbued with a desperate appeal to their shared history, hoping to bridge the rift that was now widening between them.

Estella softened her gaze, sensing her friend’s distress, but her determination remained steadfast. “I do understand, Giovana,” she replied, her voice calm yet firm. “And that’s exactly why I’ll consider what you’re asking. But you need to grasp this: Illusion Studios is my responsibility now. I can’t afford to make decisions based solely on sentimentality.” Her words resonated with a weight that made it clear the stakes were high, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

The words hung in the air between them, thick with the weight of unspoken meanings that neither dared to voice. Giovana plastered on a smile, though it faltered just short of brightening her expressive eyes, which betrayed her inner turmoil. “Of course. I understand completely. Thank you for taking the time to listen to me,” she said, her voice a blend of resignation and forced cheerfulness.

Estella nodded slowly, her face a mask of stoicism, revealing nothing of her own thoughts. “I’ll be in touch,” she replied, her tone neutral but layered with a hint of finality that made it clear this was not a conversation left open for debate.

As Giovana turned to gather her belongings, her hands moved mechanically, almost as if they were disconnected from her racing mind. Each action felt deliberate, designed to mask the whirlwind of emotions brewing within her. Estella, meanwhile, watched her retreating figure with a keen gaze, her mind racing as she meticulously dissected every nuance of their interaction—the slight quiver of Giovana’s smile, the tension that lingered in the air, and the resolute words that had flowed between them.

For a brief moment, a flicker of doubt gnawed at Estella's confidence, whispering unsettling thoughts of uncertainty. But she swiftly extinguished those feelings, banishing any inklings of hesitance. There was simply no room for uncertainty at this juncture—not with so much on the line and the stakes towering above her like an unyielding fortress.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Estella let the weight of their conversation settle within her, a reminder that the reality they had just navigated was anything but simple. Finally, she lifted her teacup, the warm ceramic grounding her as she sipped the fragrant brew. The taste enveloped her senses, reminding her of the present moment and the clarity she needed. Illusion Studios was teetering on a precipice; it required more than just lofty dreams and vibrant ambition—it demanded an unwavering surety.

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Genres | High Fantasy // Adventure // Drama // Mystery
Themes | Balance & Unity // Legacy & Redemption // Identity & Choice // Power & Responsibility
Literacy | Semi-Lit (probably; can be flexible)

INTRODUCTION

In the aftermath of the Shattering, the world of the fae has undergone a profound transformation, irrevocably altering the fabric of their existence. The once-vibrant Cradle of Balance now lies in ruins, its majestic landscapes shattered and its enchanting structures reduced to mere echoes of their former glory. This cataclysmic event marks not just a death, but the closing of a chapter steeped in history and camaraderie, signaling the end of an era that will be long remembered.

Yet, from the ashes of this broken realm emerges a flicker of hope—a renaissance of sorts. The Dawnlight Court rises from the remnants of the old capital, a testament to resilience and renewal. Its ethereal beauty embodies a delicate yet potent reminder that even in destruction, equilibrium can be sought. This new court stands as a sanctuary where the light of possibility shines, illuminating the path ahead for those willing to embrace change.

As the Dawn Age unfolds, the fae populace grapples with the intricate dynamics of a world in constant flux. The deeply entrenched chasm between the Seelie and Unseelie Courts remains far from mended, yet the Dawnlight Court emerges as an unexpected refuge. Here, amidst the vibrant hues of blooming flora and the gentle whisper of the wind, both factions are given an unparalleled opportunity to converge. It is within this fragile space that efforts toward unity blossom, highlighted by the much-anticipated Festival of Unity—a celebration that beckons the fae to set aside their differences and embrace the hope of reconciliation in a fractured world.

The Dawnlight Court thrums with a vibrant pulse as the Festival of Unity reaches its breathtaking zenith. An enchanting glow fills the air, merging warm golden sunlight with the delicate, ethereal hues of twilight, embodying the serene balance between light and shadow. The grand courtyard, once an expanse of ruin, now flourishes with life, suffused with the rich aromas of sweet incense, wafting gently through the crowd, mingling with the soft whispers of ceremonial robes as they glide gracefully over the polished surface.

Statues of long-remembered fae leaders, both Seelie and Unseelie, rise majestically around the perimeter—each finely carved detail capturing their history and wisdom. These stone guardians stand sentinel, their gazes unwavering as they oversee the sacred proceedings as if ensuring that peace reigns in this moment of celebration.

At the heart of the plaza, a colossal ceremonial cauldron commands attention, its surface an intricate tapestry of glowing patterns that pulse rhythmically with the dimming light. This revered vessel is destined to cradle the native blossoms of the courts, each bloom a testament to the delicate balance of fragility and resilience that sustains their world. Encircling the cauldron, the esteemed Eclipse Council—a gathering of dignitaries draped in regal fabrics of shimmering silver, radiant gold, and deep violet—commands respect and reverence. Their attire glimmers under the twilight, reflecting their authority as they guide the unfolding ceremony with practised grace and solemnity.

At the edges of this vibrant gathering, the Watchers of the Veil stand in measured vigilance, clad in understated fabrics of muted tones that contrast with the vivid colour of the festival. Their presence symbolizes an unwavering commitment to neutrality as they observe the assembled factions, ensuring harmony prevails in this sacred celebration of unity.

The crowd—a vibrant tapestry of guests from both the Seelie and Unseelie Courts—convenes in tight-knit clusters, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns hung overhead. Some engage in animated conversations with familiar faces, their laughter punctuating the air, while others linger in the shadows, eyes scanning the scene with a watchful demeanour. An underlying tension pulses through the gathering, a palpable unease that crackles just beneath the surface as age-old rivalries resurface in hushed whispers.

The Seelie representatives, radiant as the dawn, exude an ethereal grace, their garments shimmering like sunlight on water. They stand in stark contrast to the darker, more brooding figures of the Unseelie, who seem to embody the very essence of twilight with their sombre attire and piercing gazes. Yet, at this moment, necessity binds them—unwilling partners in a delicate dance of diplomacy, if only for the sake of the ceremony that has brought them together.

As the evening unfolds, a circle of dancers captures the crowd’s attention, each clad in shimmering garments that flicker like stars caught in a gentle breeze. Their movements are fluid and harmonious, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry as they perform the Prophetic Dance. Each step is imbued with purpose, evoking the serene transition from day to night. The dancers ebb and flow, their forms blurring the lines between light and shadow, a vivid portrayal of the fragile balance represented by the blooming flowers adorning the courtyard. Their artistry captivates, drawing the audience into a realm where harmony and discord intertwine, reflecting the complex relationship between the courts themselves.

At the front of the cauldron, one by one, the residents of the courts advance with a blend of reverence and trepidation. In their hands, they clutch delicate buds, each bloom, a vivid splash of colour against the gathering dusk. Approaching the cauldron, they deliberately tread, their movements reflecting an unspoken understanding of the significance of this moment. Some participants place their flowers in the bubbling mixture with solemn grace, their faces etched with the weight of memories; others linger hesitantly, their hearts heavy with uncertainty about whether this gesture can indeed mend the fragile tapestry of their past.

As each offer is placed, the cauldron responds in kind, its light swelling and transforming into a radiant, ethereal glow that envelops the crowd, casting flickering shadows that dance across their faces. It’s a mesmerizing spectacle, a shared experience that connects them all, even if briefly.

However, the moment is interrupted as a shift ripples through the gathering. A figure strides forward, unmistakably a member of the Unseelie Court, their silhouette striking against the soft radiance of the cauldron. They grip their offering with fierce determination, knuckles white under the strain. The air around them thickens with palpable tension as if the very fabric of the Festival’s ideals hangs in the balance. With a gaze fierce and unyielding, they lock eyes with the cauldron, daring any challenger to contest their resolve.

As the individual approaches, a tremor runs through their hand, a brief crack in their defiant facade. Just as they are poised to deposit the flower into the cauldron, a commanding voice breaks the charged silence—one belonging to a high-ranking Lord of the Eclipse Council. The sharpness of their tone slices through the murmurings of the crowd, demanding complete attention. In that instant, the air is heavy with anticipation, each person holding their breath, caught at the precipice of an uncertain future.

“Stop! This festival cannot proceed—the Gilded Accord has been stolen.”

Huge WIP - no story planned atm // Interest-checking only
No confirmed date for sign-ups

Hefty world-building doc lives here
If anyone would like to have input on the plot or pre-build characters, I can create a GC on Discord (lmk <3)

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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ "-she's all i wanna be" ⁺₊✧
Teen!Stelle Headcanons

General...
✧ Hobbies Turned Lifelines
Art became her therapy. Her drawings started as fragmented images—pieces of faces, disconnected limbs—mirroring her fractured sense of self. Over time, they evolved into full figures as she began to rebuild her identity.
✧ Relationship with Food
Her struggles with anorexia were exacerbated by sensory aversions tied to trauma. Warm, bland foods (like oatmeal or plain broth) were the easiest for her to tolerate, as they felt safe and neutral.
✧ Habitual Liar
Estella’s trauma led her to develop a habit of lying, even about inconsequential things, as a defence mechanism. The truth felt too raw and dangerous to share. She became adept at spinning stories to keep others at bay.
✧ Artistic Experimentation
Her early artwork took on darker tones, often incorporating surreal and grotesque imagery. This was a reflection of her subconscious processing of her assault and the associated feelings of betrayal and loss of innocence.
✧ Aversion to Photographs
Despite her past as a model, Estella avoided having her picture taken. Seeing her own reflection often triggered self-loathing or flashbacks. She preferred being behind the camera, capturing others’ candid moments.
✧ Night Owl
Estella’s anxiety kept her awake at night, leading to late-night journaling or sketching sessions. She often woke up exhausted, contributing to her lack of focus during the day.
✧ Clothing Choices
She began rejecting form-fitting or traditionally "feminine" clothing, gravitating toward oversized hoodies and neutral tones that helped her blend into the background.
✧ Quiet Acts of Rebellion
Whether it was skipping school, sneaking out, or taking long drives without telling anyone, Estella used small acts of defiance to feel a sense of control in her otherwise chaotic life.
✧ Doctor Visits
Her parents forced her to attend appointments when Estella’s weight and energy levels became noticeably concerning. She resented these visits, feeling exposed and judged when asked to step on the scale or discuss her eating habits.
✧ Masking Depression
On better days, Estella put on a brave face, dressing immaculately and answering questions curtly to avoid further probing. Her deflective sarcasm and nonchalant demeanour masked her deeper struggles.

Schooling...
✧ Performance Anxiety
Once a top student, Estella’s grades plummeted due to her inability to concentrate. Teachers who had once praised her potential began expressing disappointment, which only deepened her shame.
✧ Withdrawal and Isolation
Estella deliberately chose a seat at the back of the classroom to avoid attention. She kept her head down, rarely raised her hand, and hated being called on.
✧ Tension with Authority
Teachers often described her as “capable but defiant.” She hated being called out in class, sometimes snapping at adults when they pressed her too hard.
✧A "Why Bother?" Mentality
Estella sometimes felt discouraged by well-meaning but clumsy advice from teachers. Phrases like “You’re so talented; you just need to try harder” made her feel unseen and misunderstood.
✧ Detention Regular
Estella frequently skipped classes or failed to hand in assignments, leading to detention. While there, she doodled on desks or wrote cryptic poetry in her notebooks.
✧ Counselor Visits
School counsellors tried to intervene after noticing her absences and decline in grades. Estella, however, refused to open up, often deflecting with sarcasm or silence.
✧ Attempts at Fitting In
Despite her best efforts to blend in, Estella’s fame followed her. Fellow students gawked at her in awe or whispered behind her back. She felt like an exhibit rather than a person.
✧ Creative Appeals
Estella’s writing assignments sometimes hinted at her inner struggles. Teachers occasionally noticed the dark undertones but often dismissed them as creative expressions rather than genuine cries for help.
✧ Minimal Participation in Events
Estella avoided school dances, pep rallies, and other events, finding them too chaotic and performative. When forced to attend, she lingered at the edges, counting the minutes until she could leave.

The Cliché...
✧ Glamorous Outsider
Despite being part of the group, Estella always retained a slight air of detachment. She wasn’t fully integrated into their culture of cattiness but allowed herself to go along with it for the sense of belonging. This made her both a reluctant participant and the group’s "trophy friend."
✧ Secret Keeper
Estella’s ability to craft lies and keep secrets made her an asset to the clique. If anyone needed a cover story or an alibi, she was the first one they’d turn to.
✧ Sharp Tongue, Hidden Heart
Estella could hold her own in verbal spars, quickly deflecting insults or using cutting remarks when the moment called for it. However, she always felt a pang of guilt when her words genuinely hurt someone, though she’d never admit it.
✧ Unspoken Rivalry
There was often an underlying tension between Estella and the clique’s queen bee, especially as Estella’s natural charisma occasionally outshone the leader’s efforts to dominate the spotlight.
✧ Effortless Chic
Estella’s fashion sense stood out within the group as understated yet elegant. While others leaned into flashy trends, she preferred minimalist, high-end pieces that gave off an aura of quiet confidence.
✧ Beauty Tricks
She was the go-to person for makeup tips and fashion advice, and her modelling background gave her an edge in knowing what worked. The group relied on her for approval before big social events.
✧ An Object of Envy
The group secretly envied Estella’s effortless charm and background. Her former fame made her seem untouchable, even as she insisted she was just like them. This envy occasionally surfaced as passive-aggressive comments disguised as compliments.
✧ Constant ATM
Estella was often the one to foot the bill during group outings. Whether it was luxury shopping trips, expensive brunches, or club entrances, her “friends” always seemed to conveniently forget their wallets or promise to pay her back later—something that rarely happened.
✧ Designated Chauffeur
They relied on Estella for transportation, especially to high-end destinations where showing up in her expensive car was part of their image. Despite her initial pride in owning her vehicle, she grew to resent being used as a glorified driver.
✧ Social Media Clout
The clique leveraged Estella’s former fame to boost their social media presence. They frequently tagged her in photos or videos, emphasizing their proximity to “celebrity” status, while she reluctantly played along.
✧ Increased Substance Use
To cope with the constant stress and keep up with the clique’s energy, Estella relied more heavily on alcohol and occasionally experimented with substances offered during their outings. This worsened her physical health and perpetuated a cycle of dependency.
✧ Backhanded Compliments
Her “friends” regularly undermined her confidence with subtle digs disguised as compliments, like “You’re so lucky your face makes up for your lack of curves.”
✧ Physical Collapse
After weeks of relentless partying and neglecting her health, Estella fainted outside of a club. Instead of helping, her friends panicked about how it would look for them and abandoned her.

Relationships...
✧ Conflict and Control
Estella's relationship with her mother during her teenage years is fraught with tension. Her mother, a driving force behind her modelling career, sees Estella’s refusal to return to the industry as a personal betrayal. She believes that modelling is Estella's ticket to a bright future and aggressively pushes her to continue, causing constant arguments.
✧ Passive Presence
Estella’s father is caught in the middle of the household turmoil. While he dislikes confrontation, he often tries to mediate arguments, though his neutral stance frustrates both Estella and her mother.
✧ Nonjudgmental Support
Estella’s grandfather, a retired artist, becomes her confidant and artistic guide. Unlike her parents, he never pressures her to talk about her feelings or return to modelling. His quiet, steady presence becomes a source of comfort during her darkest moments.
✧ False Sense of Belonging
Estella gravitates toward the mean-girl group because they provide a sense of belonging, something she desperately lacks at home and school. Their confident, carefree personas appeal to her desire to escape her reality.
✧ Unwanted Attention
Peers who do approach her are often motivated by her celebrity status rather than genuine interest in her. This reinforces Estella’s belief that people only see her as a commodity.
✧ Superficial Connections
Estella has a few casual flings during her teenage years, usually when she’s intoxicated or in a state of emotional distress. These encounters are often more about seeking temporary comfort or validation than any real emotional connection. They happen during parties with the mean-girl clique or while out with friends, as a way to mask her loneliness or escape her complicated feelings.

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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ "When I Grow Up-" ⁺₊✧
Young!Stelle Headcanons

General...
✧ Natural Hostess
Estella loved playing the role of a host during family gatherings or playdates. She would organize tea parties with her stuffed animals and invite her family or friends to join in. Her father was always the “guest of honour,” and she’d introduce him with dramatic flair.
✧ Little Miss Fashionista
Estella had an eye for fashion early on. She enjoyed mixing and matching her clothes, often creating surprisingly stylish outfits. She sometimes accessorized her school uniform with scarves or berets, much to her teachers’ bemusement.
✧ Day Dreamer
Young Estella loved storybooks and fairy tales, often getting lost in magical worlds. She would dramatize her favourite stories during recess, sometimes roping others into her "productions."
✧ Born Negotiator
She was surprisingly persuasive for her age, often talking her way out of trouble or convincing her parents to let her stay up late.
✧ Budding Creativity
Whether it was drawing, singing, or crafting, young Estella loved expressing herself creatively. She wasn’t necessarily the best at every craft but she always poured her heart into it.
✧ Adventure Seeker
Estella was always up for an adventure, whether it was exploring a nearby park, climbing trees, or trying out a new hobby. She loved encouraging her friends to join her in her escapades.
✧ “Helper” Extraordinaire
She loved being involved in whatever the adults were doing, often volunteering to help with cooking, cleaning, or gardening. Her enthusiasm sometimes outweighed her actual helpfulness.
✧ Aspiring Polyglot
With her Franco-American heritage, Estella loved learning new words in different languages and trying them out in conversation. She’d proudly teach her friends French phrases, even if they weren’t always accurate.
✧ Love for Learning
Curiosity defined her. Estella loved asking questions about the world, often to the point of exhaustion for those answering.
✧ Mischievous Prankster
Though always respectful, Estella couldn’t resist harmless pranks, especially on her father. She once swapped out the sugar for salt at breakfast, then giggled uncontrollably as Callistus took his first sip of coffee.

Schooling...
✧ Teacher’s Pet
Her politeness and willingness to participate in class made her a favourite among teachers, though this sometimes led to teasing from her peers.
✧ Enthusiastic but Scatterbrained
Estella was eager to try every extracurricular activity, but her schedule often became overloaded, leading to some disorganization.
✧ Social Butterfly
Estella’s outgoing nature meant she was friends with everyone, from the shy bookworms to the sporty kids. She loved organizing group activities, often acting as the mediator or peacemaker in disputes.
✧ Fancy School Supplies
As a child from a privileged background, Estella’s school supplies were always top-tier. Her notebooks had embossed initials, and her pencil case was designer, though she never flaunted them. She once shared all her expensive gel pens with classmates on the first day of the semester.
✧ Excelled in Creative Subjects
Art, drama, and literature were Estella’s strongest subjects. She loved storytelling and had a knack for creating imaginative projects.
✧ Bad at Math
Despite her many talents, Estella found math to be a challenge. She often required tutoring but approached it with determination and charm. She once tried to convince her math teacher that creativity should count as part of her grade after drawing an elaborate diagram to solve a problem.
✧ Fashion Icon
Even as a student, Estella kept in touch with her sense of style. However, her outfit choices often broke dress codes for being "too flashy" or "inappropriate".
✧ Stardom in the Yearbook
Estella’s outgoing nature made her a popular feature in her school yearbook. Whether it was being nominated for "Most Likely to Succeed" or “Best Smile,” her presence was well-documented.
✧ Advocate for Fairness
Even as a child, Estella had a strong sense of justice. If she felt someone was being treated unfairly, she wasn’t afraid to speak up—even to teachers.
✧ Star of School Plays
Estella had a natural flair for performance and often took part in school plays and talent shows. Her charisma made her a favourite for lead roles, even in her early years.

Career...
✧ Enthusiastic Mini-Director
Even as a child, Estella loved being involved in the creative process. She often offered suggestions during photoshoots, like how to pose or where the props should go.
✧ The "Little Big Sister"
Estella often acted like a big sister to younger or less experienced child models, even if they were the same age. She’d take them under her wing, offering tips or comforting them during long shoots.
✧ Snack Queen
Estella loved snack breaks during shoots and would share her treats with the crew. She became known for bringing an assortment of goodies in her bag, usually French pastries or chocolates from her family's favourite bakeries.
✧ Surprise Comedian
Estella loved to make people laugh between takes. During one formal photoshoot, she made the photographer laugh so hard by imitating a “serious model pose” that they had to redo several shots.
✧ Quick Study
She had a natural ability to mimic older, more experienced models. By watching them, she quickly picked up advanced techniques like finding her light or striking dynamic poses.
✧ Autograph Practice
She believed being a model meant she’d need to sign autographs someday. Estella spent hours practising her signature on scraps of paper, often leaving notes or doodles for her family and the crew.
✧ Miniature Trendsetter
Estella unintentionally became a fashion icon for children her age. A simple red beret she wore in a photoshoot sparked a "mini Parisian chic" trend in kids' fashion that year.
✧ Keepsake Collector
Young Estella loved keeping mementoes from her shoots, whether it was a prop flower, a costume sketch, or even a button from a coat she wore. She had a growing collection of trinkets stored in a special box at home.
✧ On-the-Spot Translator
Thanks to her bilingual upbringing, Estella often helped bridge communication gaps between French designers and English-speaking crew members.
✧ Sneaky Ice Cream Runs
Despite being encouraged to maintain a "healthy" diet by her parents, Estella often found ways to sneak ice cream or macarons between takes, charming the crew into joining her.
✧ Makeup Curiosity
Young Estella was fascinated by the makeup artists’ work. She loved asking about the different brushes and products and would eagerly sit for them, even when it wasn’t required for the shoot.
✧ Interview Prodigy
As a child, Estella was charismatic in interviews. She had a knack for giving thoughtful answers to reporters, often leaving adults impressed with her maturity.
✧ Fan Mail Reply Champion
Estella always insisted on replying to fan mail personally, often drawing little doodles or signing her name with a heart. A fan once sent her a picture of their stuffed animal “modelling” her favourite outfit from a campaign, and Estella replied with a photo of herself holding her own stuffed bear.

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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ Stelle's Note Book ⁺₊✧

Campaign xxx || "Reflections of You"
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“Which one of me is the real me?”
✧ Theme
__> The "Reflections of You" campaign is a deeply personal exploration of identity, perception, and duality in the fashion world. It challenges the idea of perfection by showing the contrast between the image individuals project to the world and the truths they see in their own reflections.
__> The models of Illusion Studios are more than their appearances—they are walking contradictions, just like everyone else. Each model presents their duality (sin).

✧ Main Partnership
__> Mental Health Advocacy; Partnering with organizations that promote body positivity and mental health awareness to amplify the campaign’s message.

✧ Fashion & Styling
__> Each model wears ensembles that showcase contrast. One half may be sharp and structured, while the other is soft and flowing.
__> Use colour theory: stark contrasts (e.g., black and white, warm and cool tones) to represent opposing forces.
__> Masks, veils, or reflective jewellery to symbolize layers of identity.
__> Incorporate subtle mirror-like elements (metallic fabrics, sequins, or reflective surfaces) into outfits.
__> Symmetrical and asymmetrical makeup designs: one side bold and dramatic, the other minimal and natural.

✧ Photo & Video Shoots
__> Infinity Mirror Room: Models pose in a space filled with mirrors, creating endless reflections.
__> Fractured Glass Backdrop: A shattered mirror setup symbolizes imperfect beauty and vulnerability.
__> Water Reflections: Shoots near still water or on mirrored floors to play with distorted imagery.
__> Soft spotlighting emphasizes contrasts between light and shadow.
__> Slow-motion captures models interacting with their reflections, such as reaching out to “touch” themselves.

✧ Interactive & Digital Elements
__> Fans share selfies with a caption about how they embrace their imperfections, tagged with #ReflectionsOfYou.
__> Augmented reality (AR) filters on social media allow users to "see" themselves in dual-persona fashion, simulating the campaign’s reflective theme.
__>Pop-up events in key cities feature mirror mazes and interactive photoshoots.
__>Guests leave with a printed photo of their "dual selves" styled in campaign aesthetics.

✧ Teasers & Launch
__> Estella to deliver the introduction, “Which one of me is the real me?”; The opening scene a close up shot of her eyes to convey her power of overseeing the models of Illusion Studios.
__> To be followed by sequence of models walking through a mirror maze, their reflections behaving differently than they do, showing alternate personas, causing the mirrors to "crack".
__> Final shot: A circular room of mirrors, infinitely reflecting the models as a group. A metaphor for the endless complexity of identity.

Grand Reveal Event
__> Held in a mirrored venue, the event unveils the campaign imagery while guests walk through interactive installations.
__> Additional behind-the-scenes footage to be shown and an opportunity for live interviews with models discussing their personal journeys with self-image.

✧ Key Messages
__> We are all more than the image we show.
__> Flaws are not failures—they’re stories, experiences, humanity.
__> Fashion should be about celebrating individuality, not conformity.

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Estella Blake
Picture (not-so) Perfect

✧₊⁺ The Office Plant Saga ⁺₊✧
lazy 3AM prompt <3

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
The plant was a gift from Callistus, who had dropped by one afternoon unannounced—a rarity since Estella had made herself clear, many times, that she preferred his... lack of presence. But there he was, grinning with that carefree energy of his, standing in her doorway with the tiny potted plant in hand.

“I thought you might need something to brighten up your space,” he had said, his voice a little too chipper for a man of his age. “Something alive, you know? Not everything in this place should be so... white.”

Estella had been caught off guard by the gesture but had found herself feeling touched, despite his odd choice in gift. However, he had always been that way—giving, spontaneous, and occasionally oblivious to the effect his actions had on others.

“Thanks, but you really didn’t have to—” she began, but he cut her off with a wave.

“Nonsense,” Callistus had interrupted, flashing his signature grin. “Consider it a reminder to take a breather once in a while. Something you’re very good at avoiding, if I may say so.” He winked, setting the plant on her desk before turning on his heel. “It’s a living thing, Estella. It’ll breathe life into your office. You’ll take care of it, won’t you?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes as he waved goodbye, and the moment he was gone, she was left standing there, staring at the small plant. Despite her reservations for him, something about it brought warmth to her heart.

That had been a month ago.

Estella leaned back in her chair, exhaling a tired sigh as she reached for the miniature watering can from a drawer in her desk. It was her daily ritual now—a quiet moment of zen where she could tend to the small potted plant her father had gifted her a few weeks ago. She did her research, positioning the plant so that it got adequate light. To say that she'd grown fond of it was an understatement, often finding herself in one-sided conversations with it.

"Tu sais..." she muttered, tilting the spout to let a small stream of water trickle into the soil. "Tu es la seule chose ici qui ne me donne pas de maux de tête..."

“Estella?” Dezerae’s voice drifted in, soft but tinged with curiosity. The office manager stepped into the room, a stack of paperwork in one hand and her brow raised slightly. “You’ve been awfully dedicated to that plant lately.”

Estella smiled faintly, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she set the watering can aside. “It’s relaxing: Helps me destress. See?” She gestured to the plant, proud of its vibrant green leaves. “It’s thriving.”

Dezerae stepped closer, setting the paperwork down as she scrutinized the plant. Her lips twitched, and Estella swore she saw the faintest hint of a smirk.

“Thriving, huh?” Dezerae said, leaning in a little more, her sharp eyes scanning the leaves with exaggerated precision.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Estella narrowed her eyes, defensive.

“Darling...” Dezerae’s tone was gentle, the kind you use when breaking news to someone who might not take it well. “That’s a fake plant.”

There was a pause. A long, terrible pause.

Estella blinked. “Sorry?”

Dezerae reached out, plucked one of the leaves, and gave it a gentle tug. It didn’t budge, firmly attached to its suspiciously perfect stem. She even rapped her knuckles lightly against the "soil," which made a soft, hollow thud. “Plastic,” she confirmed.

“No.” Estella’s voice was barely a whisper. Snatching the pot, she flips it over in disbelief. Sure enough, there was a sticker on the bottom that read: “Authentic Faux Foliage—Never Needs Watering!”

Her face flushed crimson. “Father said it was real! He said—he said it would breathe life into the office!”

Dezerae couldn’t hold it in anymore. A soft snort escaped her, quickly escalating into full-blown laughter. “He probably didn’t even realize. He’s not exactly a botanist, Estella.”

“Oh my God.” Estella groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I’ve been watering a fake plant. Every day. For. Weeks.”

“To be fair,” Dezerae said, wiping a tear from her eye, “it is thriving.”

“Great. First I have a plant that’s an imposter-"
"And now I have a lifelong reminder that I trusted my father’s judgment when it comes to botany.”
"Maybe I’ll just start talking to it more. It certainly listens better than most people.”

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Estella Blake
Fantasy AU!

✧₊⁺ Hedera's Domain | The Verdant Veil ⁺₊✧

The air shifts as one crosses the threshold, becoming cooler, fresher, and filled with the scent of wildflowers and moss. The pathway into the grove is a labyrinth of smooth, moss-covered stepping stones that weave intricately through the forest floor. Surrounding the path, the earth is rich with vibrant life—delicate ferns, blooming flowers with an iridescent glow, and ancient trees draped in ivy. Though the grove appears tranquil, it is anything but defenceless. Hedera has placed subtle fae traps throughout the labyrinth to ward off or mislead unwelcome visitors. The labyrinth is ever-changing, shifting subtly to confuse and deter those who wander without purpose. Each turn of the path is lined with natural "gates" of woven vines and low-hanging willow branches as if the forest itself is guiding or hindering visitors.

Inside The Verdant Veil, the world exists in a perpetual twilight, illuminated by soft, ethereal light that filters through the dense canopy of trees. Rays of golden sunlight during the day and silvery moonlight at night seem to linger endlessly, casting dancing shadows across the forest floor. The air hums faintly with the whispers of the forest, as though the trees themselves are alive and watching. The atmosphere is both serene and unsettling—comforting to those who seek peace, but unnerving to intruders who do not belong.

The grove is teeming with life, both seen and unseen. Birds with shimmering, iridescent feathers flit between the trees, their songs harmonizing with the whispering winds. Ethereal forest spirits, resembling small, glowing wisps, drift lazily through the air, curious but cautious around visitors. Small woodland creatures—foxes, rabbits, and deer—roam freely, often drawn to Hedera’s presence. However, they are not ordinary animals; their eyes gleam with a knowing intelligence, as if they are guardians of the grove, silently observing and protecting it from harm.

At the heart of The Verdant Veil lies the Central Grove, a sacred, circular clearing where the forest's magic is most potent. Here, nature’s beauty is at its most striking: flowers bloom in impossible colours, and ancient trees arch their branches to form a living cathedral. At the centre stands Hedera's "throne"—a hammock woven from living vines and flowers, suspended between two towering oaks. The hammock is delicate yet sturdy, cradling Hedera in a gentle embrace when she chooses to rest. Its vines shift and bloom based on her mood, sprouting fragrant blossoms or tightening defensively in the presence of danger.

The veil is more than a sanctuary—it is a living extension of Hedera herself. Here, her power is at its peak, and she can manipulate the very fabric of the environment. The flowers bloom brighter, the vines grow stronger, and the air hums with the essence of life. Anyone who ventures too close to her "throne" with malicious intent will find themselves ensnared by the grove itself, vines tightening around their limbs and roots dragging them into the earth. But to those who seek refuge or come with pure intentions, the grove is a sanctuary of peace, healing, and eternal beauty.

“Step lightly, tread kindly. For within these sacred woods, the forest knows your heart.”

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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."

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