โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ,โ โ This blog will explore mature & potentially disturbing content, including emotional manipulation, classism, violence, abuse, & trauma. Themes such as incest will appear in certain character dynamics โ this is already noted in my rules, but to reiterate: I have no issue writing or acknowledging such themes; all is tagged accordingly, & of course, nothing is ever imposed. For example, if the dynamic between Stella & Andrealphus makes an Andre writer uncomfortable, we can simply discard it โ that aspect is part of my version of Stellaโs lore, not a tool for godmodding. Everything is negotiable!
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐๐๐ / ๐๐ฆ๐ง๐๐๐๐ ,โ โ 'Stella' is simply a nickname; in every verse, her name is Estelle. She is also older than Stolas in every verse [ think Aurora to Prince Phillip ] having met him as a fledgling & disliked him ever since. Narcissistic to the point of self-romanticization [ ร la Cersei Lannister, ] she would have no qualms pursuing herself in a mirror if given the option. Her anger is theatrical, but rehearsed โ Stella does not snap, she orchestrates. Her one sincere vulnerability is obscurity: being forgotten, dismissed, or categorized as โlesserโ enrages her more than outright defeat...
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ,โ โ Stella has hybridized avian traits, blending the [ primarily ] Klaasโs cuckoo & peacock. Notably, she displays male plumage & this distinction set her apart early in her youth, causing friction & making her a target for mistreatment...
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฆ ,โ โ Iโm extremely selective when it comes to interacting with Stolas portrayals; having that said, Iโm absolutely open to exploring dynamics between them in any direction: romantic, toxic, abusive, enemies, or something more nuanced. My portrayal of Stella is primarily rooted with the pilot version of Stolas, so if you play the post-pilot or canon iteration, we can discuss & rebuild the โdefaultโ dynamic accordingly
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ ,โ โ Stella is undeniably neglectful, volatile, & often far too cruel in how she speaks to her daughter; but she does care for Octavia, even if that care is warped, conditional, or filtered through narcissism. While Iโm aware that fanon often interprets Stella as outright hating Via, I donโt personally carry that into my portrayal. My version leans into that emotional failure rather than active malice; Stella loves Octavia in the only way she knows how: through projection, control, & distance...
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐๐ก๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐ฆ ,โ โ I interpret Andrealphus as a distant relative of Stella; likely a half-cousin or part of an extended bloodline within the wider Goetia hierarchy. In my portrayal, he is opportunistic, emotionally vacant, & thoroughly self-serving; any alliance with Stella is strictly transactional. They tolerate each other, sometimes collaborate when their interests align, but no true loyalty binds them. Stella may trust his sense of decorum or aesthetic in public settings, but never his word. This dynamic was inspired by Vivienneโs alleged comment about drawing from Daenerys & Viserys Targaryen for their relationship...
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ฌ ,โ โ Stellaโs fury over Stolasโs infidelity has nothing to do with love; their marriage was a political arrangement, built on status & strategy rather than affection. What enrages her is that his behavior shattered the carefully maintained image she spent years constructing; he discarded the very image sheโs been forced to uphold. While sheโs been burdened by duty, pressure, & expectation, he seemingly sheds it all without consequence โ itโs the injustice of decorum being required of her but not of him,
โ โ โ โ โ โงโ ๐ข๐ก ๐๐จ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ฆ ,โ โ Iโm duplicate-friendly! When interacting with other Stellas, I have no issue adapting my portrayal to fit the thread; whether that means having my Stella be canon!Stellaโs estranged cousin, long-lost twin, or even her alternate self who never fell from Heaven. Want to explore divergent timelines or throw a full Stella soirรฉe? Iโm all in!
" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "
Fighting against the chills that played her vertebrae like a xylophone, Octavia avoided her mother's gaze. If she didn't look her in the eyes, the young avian could pretend she could fade into the ether, but always watching, waiting for a moment to strike and scrutinize. Octavia knew the fight was in vain. Nothing gets past Stella; try as she may, it is futile to dare insult her intelligence. Octavia knew, and yet she still attempted to pretend. โ I'm fine, Mother. โ Spoken like a girl who was afraid of failure, the need to seek approval that was still so far but within reach all the same.
Try as she may, swallowing back the coughs that tickled her throat, it found its way out. Using her elbow and with a slight twist of her body, turned away to cough, throat raw and sore from failed attempts to swallow them back. It was rare for Octavia to become sick, but she tried not to let it get in the way of her studies and become an inconvenience. โ It's just a cough, that's all. โ Nevermind the chill in her bones, feathers puffing just slightly as if to conserve what little heat she had left. So obvious were the attempts to hide the sunken look in her eyes, the hoarseness in her voice when speaking, and the paleness that overtook a formally lively face and yet, Octavia was unwilling to admit to being anything other than okay. Never in front of her mother.
Canon!Stella flings that imp like a scorned debutante launching a glass of wine; all wrist & doing just the mere motion. Meanwhile, Pilot!Stella plants her weight & gets ready to hurl him across the room like a fucking quarterback,
@estrla said: Iโve met plenty of born losers in my time but Iโve never met someone so intent on being a screw-up as you. / give her what-for, Stolas!
โ Oh Stella, โ Albeit a tad theatrical, his voice is very much that of a sincere mockery tone. โ If self-destruction is an ART, youโve always been my fiercest critic - and perhaps even my most DEVOTED admirer. โ
He has his flaws - that much he will absolutely admit. But it's very hard NOT to acknowledge that fact that she has seemingly built her entire existence around resenting his.~
send ๐ข or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. / accepting !
do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon
would i like to ship with you?: yes ( always lbr ) | maybe, i'm willing to try | no
type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits
tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship | evil king & queen verse ple
would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( i'm livin for the memes fr )
what now?: anything . everything !! i'm very easy going > : )
anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: you always have the habit of puttin things into my mind ... heavenborn stella .... paimons like oh if stolas can't keep her on his good side i certainly can !! maybe i just love the thought of evil queen stella. what can i say !! let them make each other worse.
[ want ] your muse telling mine they want them / from @gynaiko Stella ( ONLY if that's okay - very risque, but feel free to yeet if you don't vibe! )
nsfw muse react prompts / accepting.
paimon's a loyal entity / but when he's been crossed vengeance is a heady taste on his tongue he'll happily swallow down. such ties do not exist / there is nothing , no one to beckon him away from the indulgence. the king has always liked pretty things , coveted gems & priceless heirlooms left on display. he thinks she'd fit quite well into that , pristine feathers flared out prettily & a charming flush he could almost picture. his head's canted to listen to the sinful desires she lays before him like an offering to a hungry devouring god.
his grin only grows , she's tricky --- a trait he can appreciate , he's not naive to believe there's not something else behind it. there always is , even simple pleasure can be quite the driving force , the sin of lust is still a sin / still powerful enough to tear apart worlds , to start wars.
paimon's eyes are heavy lidded by the time she's done , his voice soft & deep like silk & smoke when he finally speaks. " it's good to want things. " a fleeting brush of his thumb against her cheek , trailing to press against the bottom of her beak teasingly. he watches with rapt attention , gauging each reaction from where he sits below her. he's close enough to feel the heat of her body ghosting against his own.
he draws back his hand from her beak just to replace them on her thighs straddling him , bunching up fine fabric skirts to ghost along flesh , smoothing down feathers. " but what have you done to earn my favor ? do you truly deserve it , to sit on my throne & be worshipped ? " paimon makes a clicking noise like a tsk , nosing along her throat with a smile pressed into the softness.
clawed fingertips drift higher into the apex of thighs , " you are such a pretty bird , lets make you sing. "
ย ย ย ย ย โโ say that again. i dare you. โโ
ย ย ย ย ย CHALLENGE ย ย FUCKINโ ย ย ACCEPTED ย ย , ย ย BITCH ย ย ! ย ย the imp crawls on top of a table ย ย , ย ย nearly toppling in his hurry before heโs straightening up. ย ย head tilts up & down ย ย , ย ย eyeing @estrla.
ย ย ย ย ย โโ ย ย O H ย ย โ ย ย sorry ย ย ! ย ย i forgot birds are fuckinโ deaf ย ย โ ย ย i said i fucked your husband ย ย โ ย ย & iโm not sorry ย ย ! ย ย โโ ย ย ( ย ย tail sways as he glances down at her body before landing on her face again ย ย , ย ย grin slithering across features as forked tongue peeks out. ย ย )
โ the best years of my life are gone. and they sucked. โ
"Hey, no. We're not using that kind of language here." The words are punctuated with a cup of tea being placed in front of Stella before Bee dropped into the chair opposite him. "I mean, c'mon, Stella: your marriage was so not the best years of your life. You're so much more than that."
divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คTHE LOUNGE REEKS OF PERFUME, GLITTER, & DESPERATIONใ ค[ & not necessarily in that order eitherโฆ ] Stella loathes how easily it sticks to her feathers; she enters with the air of someone far too clean for the place, one gloved hand adjusting the edge of her sleeve as though shielding herself from contamination. The scent of roses [ artificial & aggressive ] coils in her sinuses like a dare; she doesnโt gag or flinch, rather, she floats. High heels click softly over marble-printed tile as she crosses the space, drawing eyes from multiple directions; somewhere behind the noise [ synth-heavy drivel piping through unseen speakers; pure dreadful noise ] she spots Verosika lounging, performing even now. A simulacrum of seduction carved from lipstick & neon fluorescent lighting. Stella tilts her head just ever so as she approaches,
โMiss Mayday,โ she begins, voice honeyed with civility, yet sharp with frost just beneath the surface, โI come on behalf of my daughter, Octavia; sheโs sixteen, an age where rebellious charm is a commodity, apparently,โ Gaze slides over the succubus with appraisal, [ a challengeโฆ ] โShe adores you; I find it rather baffling. Regardless,โ she withdraws a small notebook from her clutch, ivory pages folded open to a preselected spot. โIโd like an autograph,โ her tone suggests sheโd rather be requesting blood, โPreferably something tasteful. Or, wellโฆโ a smile finally forms, sharpened to something serrated, โas tasteful as your kind permits,โ Thereโs a deliberate pause as she holds the pen out between two fingers, letting it dangle in the air like bait. Her poise is unshakable, but her eyes flicker [ just the faintest twitch of disgust & amusement ] remaining unclear whether this is a motherโs errandโฆ or a power play in designer satin,ใ ค/ใ ค@lustborneย !
The lights are dim while neon hums overhead, casting lengthy shadows across the stage. Verosika is draped over a velvet sectional, framed in confidence and glamour like she owns the place. Thereโs a subtle shift in the energy, a ripple of confusion as puzzled glances pass from face to face. A noble enters, draped in self-importance; yet the room seems too small for an ego of that size. Only when the sound of heels approaching does Verosika look up, an eyebrow raising to match the crowdโs as she finally spots the figure approaching.ย
โ an autograph? in the MIDDLE of a show? โ she lets out a laugh, one layered with both amusement and annoyance from such a brazen display of entitlement. Stellaโs side comments catch her ear and a tight knot of contempt rises in her throatโbut it loosens as she turns back to face the audience.
โ What do you think, everyone? Should I WASTE my time with an autograph? โ Snide smirk stays fixed on her sharp features as she flicks a look from Stella to the crowd, icy and dismissive.
@estrla said: Iโve met plenty of born losers in my time but Iโve never met someone so intent on being a screw-up as you. / give her what-for, Stolas!
โ Oh Stella, โ Albeit a tad theatrical, his voice is very much that of a sincere mockery tone. โ If self-destruction is an ART, youโve always been my fiercest critic - and perhaps even my most DEVOTED admirer. โ
He has his flaws - that much he will absolutely admit. But it's very hard NOT to acknowledge that fact that she has seemingly built her entire existence around resenting his.~
