#;estelle

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Strongest muse:

Weakest muse:

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𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊

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Unprompted ask. - Anonymous said: Who is/was mama? Who is our baby girl's mama??

I will be leaving Estelle’s mother ambiguous, with the sole reason, that a dear mutual of mine created her in the first place, and she isn’t originally from the main verse. Also her mother is from the Persona 5 universe.

But I can tell you this; Estelle does have her mother’s looks but has Leon’s eyes. Personality-wise, while she’s friendly and curious to wander around, she can be blunt and isn’t afraid to speak her mind (a trait that she shares with her mother), but can be hesitant towards strangers. 

Despite the limited information, I hope this answered at least some of your questions.  

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 ...ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?

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Daughters from different alternative universes.

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Unprompted ask. - Anonymous said: Can we see the baby girl (estelle)? We would like to see the baby girl!!

“Ah, I’m sorry but I can’t talk with strangers. Papa told me not to.”

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when you have two dads and a million brothers there is something so magical about FINALLY getting a baby sister. today, that magical baby sister of mine is sixteen and i am ridiculously emotional about it. she is sassy, sweet & all things good in this world. i am incredibly proud of the person you are, Stell and i can’t wait to explore the world with you in the very near future. you’re my favorite partner in crime & i love you so much. Happy Birthday baby sister. @estellepayne-malik>

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angel.

     Estelle hugged her tote a little closer to her as she made her way through the narrow door frame. The practice room was small, with an old piano that had a few broken keys up at the very top, but in her years since coming to the opera house she had marked it out as hers. She rather liked it, in truth. Let her start out in a humble setting. One day she’d have the entire stage at her command, and when that happened she could look at her little rehearsal room and laugh. It might even be a fun story to tell.

     She pulled a water bottle out of her bag, set her tote aside, and sat at the piano. The back of it was set against a wall-length mirror, so she could watch her expressions while she sang. She gave her hair a quick toss, screwing up her face for a moment -- it was a silly little instinct, something she always did when she was looking in the mirror. Then she put her fingers on the keys and started playing careful scales (the only thing she could play, truly), singing along to warm-up her vocal chords.

     She was playing a silent role in the company’s current production, and she had been so busy with rehearsal for that, she was dreadfully out of practice. She hadn’t rehearsed singing in days. It was just unacceptable. She could feel her vocal chords fighting against her, refusing to go past a certain octave. That wouldn’t do -- she had managed to hit at least two notes higher the last time. She paused, preparing to go back ... and then her fingers stopped, hovering over the keys. Was that someone’s voice? “Uh ... Hello?” She swore she heard someone speaking, muffled -- down the hall, or in the next room over. And it almost sounded like they had said her name.