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PRIVATE & DEPENDENT ORIGINAL CHARACTER DR. ESTELLE VOLKOVA, FOR PULPTV. this blog is an exploration in: a robbed grave of a girlhood, what it means to become a figment of one's own imagination, and the two halves of the feminine: both monstrous & divine. as studied by kay, she/her, twenty1+, est tz.

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makingenemies

𝐌 ,　ESTELLE VOLKOVA　...　　( @angclfall ) 𝘧𝘣𝘪. 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 , 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯

her worry comes in a tangible form, a rushed lunch she scarfs down hovered over the notes and newspaper clippings of a crime ( new york's chosen idol they claim god-like sacrificed ) unsolved, marked up in red ink that serves to pull attention to importance. and the unease, it comes etched in the delicate skin around her eyes, the fine lines across her forehead and the way she holds tension in her lips after each bite. there is a weight to this case, something that haunts the snow blanketed streets of new york at night when only the flicker of a neon sign and dulled street lamp remain a constant. it's in the name. sacred and given meaning otherwise foreign to those who did not claim the title of moreno, gutierrez or sawumara. “ how many times did you meet him? ” mira doesn't glance past the edge of the table, but she knows that walk belongs to estelle, the pace and weight of her steps. “ lev ' lucky ' moreno, did you ever meet him? ”

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the woman is found stilled in the doorway, smelling like gourmand & a virginia slim smoke break. " i've met him, yes. " the exchange is considered as an allowance, footfalls setting forth without question. the better question would have been who had not met him, even within the smallest facet. after all, how could you evade a legacy that took up the whole sky ⸻ his death was enough to cloud the judgement of half the bureau. " though if you're asking me to breach patient confidentiality, i'm afraid i won't be able to oblidge. "

#﹠⠀ ⠀ ᵉˢᵗᵉˡˡᵉ ᵛᵒˡᵏᵒᵛᵃ ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀thread #ft. mira #should have posted this draft sooner rip

venm0is

#FEATURING ⸻ estelle volkova, @angclfall. ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴼᵁᵀˢᴵᴰᴱ ᴺᴵᶜᴷᵞ'ˢ ᴬᴾᴬᴿᵀᴹᴱᴺᵀ˒ ᴹᴵᴰᴰᴬᵞˑ

" no. " dark gaze turns cold in her presence, as if influenced by the icy blues staring back at him. he could lie, say that seeing her here now wasn't a gut punch to him, that he felt nothing when he thought back on all those years together, that those voicemails she'd left never replayed over and over again when he wanted to punish himself for pretending that she meant nothing to him. but it'd all be an act, an obvious one, given the way she saw right through him, so he drops any attempt to even bother putting on a brave face for her. " i don't need your sympathy, elle. " nor did he want it, and she knew that better than most. even still, a card in the mail would've been better than whatever the fuck this was.

angclfall

DEATH HAD A WAY OF FORETELLING UNION. reaping as a thing that binds those beneath the dirt & those above it. perhaps it was the inevitability, the knowing that this fate had not been an exclusive one. as if to say: death will come for us all so let me savor you while you're here. it's a horrific thing, that want, even worse when it was just mangled love. call it infatuation the way this woman ghosts, always the shadow straying from the corner of your eye. here, in the face of their shared discrepancy estelle is made real. oh, the horror of being seen, even if it were only in the lowlight. " well, it's not quite that. " for a moment, estelle had considered this ⸻ whatever it may have been ⸻ was something worse. arm is outstretched, cloth-swathed tupperware offered over to him. " i thought you might want something that wasn't cheap takeout. "

#﹠⠀ ⠀ ᵉˢᵗᵉˡˡᵉ ᵛᵒˡᵏᵒᵛᵃ ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀thread #ft. nicky #did estelle cook for him or just bring him expensive takeout ... the world may never know

bad0gs

𝗟𝗢𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕: local city diner, morning rush. 𝗪𝗜𝘛𝘏: anyone it's an open starter baby !!

⠀#⠀ THERE’S AN INDENT OF where a heart should be. damp and apathetic rhythm, a mere echo in new york’s cavernous soundscape. escape the pouring rain and cavalier gaze of his coworkers, find sanctuary in the off - beat depravity of city diners. something quaint in all it’s common man pestilence, faint reminder of a childhood dead in the way, ( this is what your father saved you from: 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘. ) pallid gaze watches the world appear and erode, note the tiniest details over the papers’ horizon, just unfortunately, not beside him: “ sorry, whatever you said could've been the next bloody second word of christ or something much less important. does it look like i was listenin’ ? ”

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dearest third place, within these four walls a temper simmers. it aches here, teetering among those delicate semblances of balance. who knew that breakfast could be boiled down into a science, a certain perfection brewed long before the morning rush. for estelle, this diner is no third place ⸻ nor a home at all ⸻ but it sustains her, and for now that would be enough. mug warms her palms, rim marred with a carmine lip stain. " от тебя воняет дерьмом, " it's funny how home always creeps in, even the hardest slivers of it. estelle does not bother to redirect her forward glance if not to merely acknowledge his presence between the smoke that still plumes from her ashed cigarette. a half lie culminates, call this her second language. " the food is shit is all, doesn't matter if you were listening. "

#﹠⠀ ⠀ ᵉˢᵗᵉˡˡᵉ ᵛᵒˡᵏᵒᵛᵃ ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀thread #ft. dante #they're both so ...

⠀★ , no way, haven’t you ever heard of estelle volkova? perhaps you know them best as azrael. spotted under new york's city lights, i’ve heard they’re a forensic psychiatrist that’s protected by the fbi, spilled blood for loyalty is thicker than water. the rumour goes that the forty year old is known to be callous and mercurial, yet cultured and intuitive. it’s wrath that’s their biggest vice, but hey, what do i fuckin’ know? their favourite song on the job is doin' time by lana del rey and are never seen without her handheld recorder, hard to believe in superstition in such a godless city. ask the right people and they’ll tell you that they remind them of: a pale cream bow slowly unstrung from a bomb — this terror comes gift-wrapped; what it means to become a figment of one's own imagination; a cloudy handprint on the face of a fog-beaded mirror; oversized sunglasses perched over a smile that doesn't quite reach the eyes. so whatever you do, and may vengeance have mercy on you, do not fuck with them.

PROCEED.

#﹠⠀ ⠀ ᵉˢᵗᵉˡˡᵉ ᵛᵒˡᵏᵒᵛᵃ ⠀ ⠀ 〳 ⠀ ⠀abt #pulptv.intro