amarantose

[amarantose]

It's nice to meet you as well! I'm Estelle Rogers, or Elle if you want to call me that!

NEW SISTER!!!

@the-rogers-girl

Ah! Hello hello hii!!! I've never interacted with any siblings before!

[amarantose]

NEW SISTER!!!

@the-rogers-girl

Ah! Hello hello hii!!! I've never interacted with any siblings before!

[amarantose]

OOC. HIII GUYS FOLLOW MY OTHER RP BLOG I JUST MADE. ok gn I need sleep I think. ooouhhuuhh....

OOC. hi chat I'm back yay shout-out 2 ma lark!!!!!!!

[amarantose]

Me when i start listing every one of apollos epithets off the top of my head and keep retelling the same greek mythos over and over. 😔

real footage of me trying to make a Friend.

"hey, Ya ever heard of Sisyphus?" 😎😎😎 "What about Orpheus and Eurydice?" 😎😎😎 "Ya wanna hear about the myth where Newborn Hermes steals Apollo's sacred Cattles?"😎😎😎 Seriously I cant make friends normal way.

[amarantose]

"Fine fine, I get it, no playing favorites Mr super-serious-bossman." She giggles a bit while applying light pokes to the side of his arm "the real question here is do you ever give yourself breaks? Don't think I've ever seen you pause during work for more than like, what? eight seconds?"

This is usually the face I have when I walk into my office to find a teenager sitting in my chair.

Don't get me wrong, the kids are alright, but this is becoming a really bad joke.

[amarantose]

"Mhm! You should totally give me more mental break time...for like...games and stuff...just sayin'.."

// giggling. they are so silly :3

This is usually the face I have when I walk into my office to find a teenager sitting in my chair.

Don't get me wrong, the kids are alright, but this is becoming a really bad joke.

[amarantose]

"Mental break! I saw a study that says video games help with sharper reflexes or something like that!" She shrugs "so technically I was doing extra work!"

This is usually the face I have when I walk into my office to find a teenager sitting in my chair.

Don't get me wrong, the kids are alright, but this is becoming a really bad joke.

[amarantose]

"Noo—hey wait, think about it, if I'm working so hard on my job I'm gonna be tired sometimes, I'm the most reliable person you know!"

This is usually the face I have when I walk into my office to find a teenager sitting in my chair.

Don't get me wrong, the kids are alright, but this is becoming a really bad joke.

[amarantose]

"I'd guard your office but in all honesty I have a really bad record of falling asleep whilst guarding things."

This is usually the face I have when I walk into my office to find a teenager sitting in my chair.

Don't get me wrong, the kids are alright, but this is becoming a really bad joke.

[amarantose]

OOC. Sorry for disappearing I got sick LITERALLY out of nowhere (my body genuinely has the weakest immune system ever this is my second time being sick this month)

[amarantose]

PSD — @/waatsoned

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 * star spangled teen

OOC. I don't know if I would label these " headcanons " because she's literally my baby BUT!!!! below are some facts about estelle I wrote when I was bored ヾ⁠(⁠*⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’⁠*⁠)⁠/

• Her nickname is "Elle" - - TECHNICALLY a name one would default to upon hearing her 'Steven-given' one although it means a lot to her being that the only people who call her "ESTELLE" are her father and maybe her father's friends, you'll tend to notice her respond to terms of endearment far often than her name.

• Her father is Steve Rogers - - it's a well known "fact", yes but mun needs their excuse to write on their relationship ... Estelle does not hold any MALICE towards her father but does find him overbearing as any teenage cosmic entity would, he already shields knowledge of her powers and doesn't allow her to do the reckless endeavors she regularly plans to do, how dare thee, naturally she tends to gravitate towards Bucky Barnes due to this.

• Her hair isn't real! - - funny thing about Estelle being a cosmic entity it doesn't come with the most accepting comments about her shiny—sparkly galaxy like hair, it'd be pretty to dote on from afar until you start to question how this human has a cluster of stars ☆ on their head, so to shield this Estelle almost constantly wears a wig one inspired off of her favorite James Barnes! Short and brown, just how she likes it.

• Bad at selfcare - - IT'S A SHOCKER for a not quite living concept of something to be outted into this human body, thankfully sleeping and eating is not a priority ( although she still enjoys her naps with alpine ) due to wearing wigs constantly she forgets to take care of her ACTUAL hair that despite not being natural does tend to get matted and doesn't flair too well with the earthly atmosphere, she needs constant reminders of this in order to continue on with her day cause if not she'll just brush her wig and throw it on.

• She loves vintage things - - EVERYTHING from the 40s to the 80s is her go-to Estelle finds herself collecting litters of vhs tapes at a time completely clueless to what's been recorded onto them but if it's a FLIM you best bet she's gonna watch the whole thing regardless of what it is, she tries to catch herself romanticizing the older days when she's knee deep in an old 60s romance fanfiction but she can't help but find a guilty pleasure in at the very least wanting to experience it occasionally, time travel is definitely on her to-do list ... Other than that she studies the fashion of these times periods, mannerisms, slang, common things in relation to back then and honestly any antiques she can get her hands on, she always harps about needing money when there's a pile of unused nitnacks next to her bed she could resell for a fortune.

[amarantose]

She slips into the chair across from him resting her feet upon the desk "Hmmm..." she drags out dramatically before nodding "Yeah that sounds like something I can do! I want my space in the office tho." she pauses looking down at her notebook taking into context what he said and wants from her, gradually connecting the dots "I'll work on it." Estelle confirms although not moving from her spot in the seat after the agreement, she's never quite had an actual job before so the long pushed away anxiety she had was finally nagging at her no matter how much she strived to annihilate it during times in which she had to focus and be serious.

"Probably suppose to be working on that president thingy-thing-thing butttt I took the time to doodle you in my notebook! I use to doodle the bucky from my universe a lot so it just happened naturally I suppose."

She bounces in her spot, shoving the page of the notebook in his face pointing to the one area of the page that wasn't covered in different paragraphs and crossed off lists of miscellaneous things.

James isn't sure how to feel about this other than maybe its a kid showing him the art they drew in class. It's nice, she definitely has skill, which he thinks could be put to good use in some way. This is a media company he's putting together.

"Think you can come up with a character to stand in for The Revolutionary?" In other words, creating a hero through media is the way to go. "I like it. Thank you." He says with a smile.

He does like her enthusiasm.

[amarantose]

She jumps at the newfound approval whilst vigorously nodding her head "Yes! You think making a character and having it based off of you would be too on the nose?" She asks leaning up against him chewing on her bottom lip whilst tapping her pen against the colored sheet of paper in her notebook before flicking through the pages in attempts to find one that wasn't written on or preferably didn't have an array of stickers on it—which was a difficult search in itself, she could definitely use a sketchbook.

"And can I have my own spot in the new office or is that out of the question?" Estelle beady eyes bore into him in a purposeful manner like her uncomfortable staring would convince him further -- which she very well doubts will, but shooting stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks was the young girls speciality for many years now, in a way, it's technically what landed her a job in the first place.

"Probably suppose to be working on that president thingy-thing-thing butttt I took the time to doodle you in my notebook! I use to doodle the bucky from my universe a lot so it just happened naturally I suppose."

She bounces in her spot, shoving the page of the notebook in his face pointing to the one area of the page that wasn't covered in different paragraphs and crossed off lists of miscellaneous things.

James isn't sure how to feel about this other than maybe its a kid showing him the art they drew in class. It's nice, she definitely has skill, which he thinks could be put to good use in some way. This is a media company he's putting together.

"Think you can come up with a character to stand in for The Revolutionary?" In other words, creating a hero through media is the way to go. "I like it. Thank you." He says with a smile.

He does like her enthusiasm.

[amarantose]

Her expression softened at the explanation and she suddenly felt far more greatful for the universe she was—with loose wording—"placed" into, she didn't dare stop to think about it tho in fear of wilting her mood.

"Writing! I like writing and I like money but who doesn't?" She bounced in her spot "Alright, I'll take the job! Begging that wherever you relocate to you'll decorate it, right? I sat in a galactic void for fourteen years of my life and it was far more interesting than this office, and that's saying a lot." With a pep in her step she hopped back onto the wooden desk leaning over to dig through his drawers already attempting to cover his items in flashy stickers that she kept on fishing out of her pocket one by one "Does the job give free snacks? Nothing in here is organized by the way." Her eyes narrowed at the insides of the messy drawers although truthfully they very well could have already been quite organized but her prying and digging without his permission very well might have thrown one too many things out of place.

Estelle sat cross legged on the shiny wooden desk that creaked under her weight within the cramped overwhelmingly serious and dark office - probably not one of the most respectful places to sit but she was having trouble pushing out the manners that had been taught to her for years in the mist of fresh excitement. A glittery notebook sat clutched alarmingly tight in her hands as if passing all of her energy into the assumed comfort object.

She spoke with a volume a tad too loud for comfort "So you're bucky! But like—a different bucky?" the teenage girls lips twitched into a stretched smile, she leaned in closer the curls of her hair bobbing along with her erratic movements - eyes scanning and prodding down every muscle movement and twitch of his limb before leaning back with a immediate pout "You don't look like the mafia men in movies." obvious disappointment advanced onto her features at this childish expectation that was abruptly shot down by reality. "No offense!" A sudden yelp came from her after the heavy silence that hung within the air causing her to internally sit on what she had just spewed out in the heat of the moment, she wasn't the best with words especially when she lacked the bodily patience to sit and reflect on them before actually saying anything.

— @amarantose

At this point, James thinks he should have someone outside of his office to guard it. Another teenager is sitting on his desk when he walks in. This time, he's got a bagel with cream cheese in his hand and he's not exactly sure why because he's not a huge fan of bagels. Someone just thrusted it into his hand as he was walking.

"Not another one." It's becoming a joke now.

"If you get your stereotypes from movies, life will disappoint you, Kid." He says moving to his chair. Instead of putting the bagel down, he chucks it in the small trash can nestled in the corner. He sighs before asking the question of the day.

"What can I do for you?"

[amarantose]

With one swift motion she grabbed her notebook fervently scratching the pen against the paper not caring much for her handwriting or the format as she wrote down all his little tidbits attempting to brush off the man's personal dislike of bagels "Oh. Blue! I hate blue, blue is my dad's thing." Her brain finally singled onto a small comment of his, she jolted taking it more personally then needed twisting her body away from him with a scoff whilst crossing her arms—a sour expression etched onto her face "freelance is for middle aged mother's who don't even know what work is outside of sitting at their computer everyday and having a coffee every hour!" her eyelashes fluttered gently as she blinks, a question nagging at her consciousness.

"Did you know my dad, then? Like, at all? Your universe doesn't sound the most...conventional." with a kick of her legs she swung herself off the desk taking glances around the office, god this place could use some sort of sparkle it felt so gloomy and didn't tell too much of a story to her, it was lacking the stimulation her brain always so desperately craved. "My dad is Steve by the way, Steven Rogers, he's also lame but I'm the only one who seems to think that." she stifles a giggle, the small comment already showing a contrast between what she thought of her own father compared to James, one was definitely the more appealing man of the hour in her eyes.

Estelle sat cross legged on the shiny wooden desk that creaked under her weight within the cramped overwhelmingly serious and dark office - probably not one of the most respectful places to sit but she was having trouble pushing out the manners that had been taught to her for years in the mist of fresh excitement. A glittery notebook sat clutched alarmingly tight in her hands as if passing all of her energy into the assumed comfort object.

She spoke with a volume a tad too loud for comfort "So you're bucky! But like—a different bucky?" the teenage girls lips twitched into a stretched smile, she leaned in closer the curls of her hair bobbing along with her erratic movements - eyes scanning and prodding down every muscle movement and twitch of his limb before leaning back with a immediate pout "You don't look like the mafia men in movies." obvious disappointment advanced onto her features at this childish expectation that was abruptly shot down by reality. "No offense!" A sudden yelp came from her after the heavy silence that hung within the air causing her to internally sit on what she had just spewed out in the heat of the moment, she wasn't the best with words especially when she lacked the bodily patience to sit and reflect on them before actually saying anything.

— @amarantose

At this point, James thinks he should have someone outside of his office to guard it. Another teenager is sitting on his desk when he walks in. This time, he's got a bagel with cream cheese in his hand and he's not exactly sure why because he's not a huge fan of bagels. Someone just thrusted it into his hand as he was walking.

"Not another one." It's becoming a joke now.

"If you get your stereotypes from movies, life will disappoint you, Kid." He says moving to his chair. Instead of putting the bagel down, he chucks it in the small trash can nestled in the corner. He sighs before asking the question of the day.

"What can I do for you?"

[amarantose]

A loud gasp flew from her lips followed by her head buried in her notebook as she vigorously scribbled down something "You're right! I should work for the newspaper! How do you spell 'occupation'?" she took a break in her writing in a rare moment to think before shaking her head "Nevermind, got it." It was difficult to get a word in with her as she bounced from topic to topic and seemed as if this high vibrancy was rattling her bones at every second as her eyes burned into her notebook with such passion before closing it with a loud and dramatic bang and sitting it down to her side "I come from a universe that has you! But like, a lamer you, well—not lame, lame, he'd have my head for calling him lame but uhh..."

Estelle gradually leaned back nearly falling off the desk "Not a mafia guy, I suppose." She caught herself on the wood pushing herself back up attempting to keep herself still after becoming increasingly aware of how awkward she was being everytime her initial eagerness settled—it was a difficulty to not let her anxiety spike. "I'm just curious is all—" she cuts herself off staring down at the comfort object beside her "unless I do end up becoming one with the press, but they probably pay, like, a penny an hour." her eyes stayed locked on the small book making a mental note to go ahead and cross out that job idea, like she did with many others.

Estelle sat cross legged on the shiny wooden desk that creaked under her weight within the cramped overwhelmingly serious and dark office - probably not one of the most respectful places to sit but she was having trouble pushing out the manners that had been taught to her for years in the mist of fresh excitement. A glittery notebook sat clutched alarmingly tight in her hands as if passing all of her energy into the assumed comfort object.

She spoke with a volume a tad too loud for comfort "So you're bucky! But like—a different bucky?" the teenage girls lips twitched into a stretched smile, she leaned in closer the curls of her hair bobbing along with her erratic movements - eyes scanning and prodding down every muscle movement and twitch of his limb before leaning back with a immediate pout "You don't look like the mafia men in movies." obvious disappointment advanced onto her features at this childish expectation that was abruptly shot down by reality. "No offense!" A sudden yelp came from her after the heavy silence that hung within the air causing her to internally sit on what she had just spewed out in the heat of the moment, she wasn't the best with words especially when she lacked the bodily patience to sit and reflect on them before actually saying anything.

— @amarantose

At this point, James thinks he should have someone outside of his office to guard it. Another teenager is sitting on his desk when he walks in. This time, he's got a bagel with cream cheese in his hand and he's not exactly sure why because he's not a huge fan of bagels. Someone just thrusted it into his hand as he was walking.

"Not another one." It's becoming a joke now.

"If you get your stereotypes from movies, life will disappoint you, Kid." He says moving to his chair. Instead of putting the bagel down, he chucks it in the small trash can nestled in the corner. He sighs before asking the question of the day.

"What can I do for you?"

[amarantose]

She let out a pained wince at the discarded bagel hitting the insides of the plastic trashcan, having been drilled in the average 'don't waste your food' deep into her brain forever causes those involuntary reactions she assumes. " Well I have a plethora of questions! " She locked her eyes back onto the man with her chipper personality emerging back full swing. " Like...hm... " Estelle trails off for a second not pausing to think before she was already fishing out her pen from the side holder on her notebook that was covered in a cluster of scratched off and long faded colorful stickers.

" What's your favorite color? Least favorite color? How much hair spray do you use a day? How much do you get paid for 'mafia-ing'? Do they hire? What's their requirements? " She blabbered on, the pitch of her tone growing high and excited again from her hasty rambling and once more the spew of questions she hardly even thought about hit the poor man like a train " do you always waste food? aren't bagels healthy for you? " She asked, albeit more calmly this time, her head cocked to the side as she did so.

Estelle sat cross legged on the shiny wooden desk that creaked under her weight within the cramped overwhelmingly serious and dark office - probably not one of the most respectful places to sit but she was having trouble pushing out the manners that had been taught to her for years in the mist of fresh excitement. A glittery notebook sat clutched alarmingly tight in her hands as if passing all of her energy into the assumed comfort object.

She spoke with a volume a tad too loud for comfort "So you're bucky! But like—a different bucky?" the teenage girls lips twitched into a stretched smile, she leaned in closer the curls of her hair bobbing along with her erratic movements - eyes scanning and prodding down every muscle movement and twitch of his limb before leaning back with a immediate pout "You don't look like the mafia men in movies." obvious disappointment advanced onto her features at this childish expectation that was abruptly shot down by reality. "No offense!" A sudden yelp came from her after the heavy silence that hung within the air causing her to internally sit on what she had just spewed out in the heat of the moment, she wasn't the best with words especially when she lacked the bodily patience to sit and reflect on them before actually saying anything.

— @amarantose

At this point, James thinks he should have someone outside of his office to guard it. Another teenager is sitting on his desk when he walks in. This time, he's got a bagel with cream cheese in his hand and he's not exactly sure why because he's not a huge fan of bagels. Someone just thrusted it into his hand as he was walking.

"Not another one." It's becoming a joke now.

"If you get your stereotypes from movies, life will disappoint you, Kid." He says moving to his chair. Instead of putting the bagel down, he chucks it in the small trash can nestled in the corner. He sighs before asking the question of the day.

"What can I do for you?"