𝘊𝘖𝘕𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚

She holds galaxies in her arms . Suns in the tips of her freckled fingers . Do not fall in love with her — 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺 , to ever fall into your embrace , no matter how many stars you wish on .

# STELLACERIA ⸻ An independent and private blog for 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝙽𝙾𝚇 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚃 of 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙔 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙐𝙎 𝙓𝙄𝙄𝙄. The interpretation of this character will be heavily based on my personal headcanons. Please refer to my info and rules if you wish to interact. This blog is not spoiler-free and may contain mature and triggering elements.

𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 .

For some you shine just right, and for others you are too much or too little. People either hate seeing you rise over the horizon or pray and send blessings to you like a favorite god. You are timeless and there are not many like you—you who can embody both a burning star and a cratered rock.

Your duality compliments itself very well, but not everyone will understand why they can't get what they want from you. It doesn't matter. Burn strong when you feel the need, and be gentle in the nights it's called for.

tagged by : stolen from @verumking tagging : steal it !

Rather than the vivid blue sylleblossoms associated with Lunafreya in FFXV, the Fenestala Manor in Versus XIII is surrounded by Stella's favorite purple variant of Tenebrae's native flower. On the night of a full moon, the sylleblossoms emanate a soft and ethereal glow underneath the moonlight.

Purple in symbolism : Purple represents wisdom, creativity, power, ambition, and spirituality. It is also the color of royalty and speaks of elegance, refinement, and luxury.

Purple in spirituality : In the color spectrum, purple has the shortest wavelength and vibrates at the highest frequency, which to many cultures, symbolizes the seventh and final chakra. The Sahasrara Chakra, or Crown Chakra, is linked to the crown of the head, nervous system, and the brain.

In happier days before the Niflheim Empire invaded Tenebrae in M.E. 744 , the Fleuret family celebrated Stella's 8th nameday with a trip to their private summerhouse by the remote Lake Serenus , located in the Tenebraen district of Pagla known for its tranquil , crystal blue waters . Little did the family know at the time that the water daemon Rusalka had made its nest within the once-peaceful lake , dragging the unsuspecting young Stella into the watery abyss as she attempted to retrieve a lone sylleblossom floating on the water's calm surface to gift to her mother .

The then 16-year old Ravus Nox Fleuret heard his sister's desperate pleas for help and without hesitation, dove into the water to rescue her before the family guards were alerted of the crisis. Ravus' triumph over Rusalka however, came with a hefty price; he was dealt an injury to his eyes from his skirmish with the daemon, leaving him blinded for life.

Although Stella's life had been spared through Ravus' brave efforts, her body had slipped into a comatose state for many weeks. It is during this time that she found herself on the edge of existence, where she encountered a young boy whose soul had also been touched by death : Noctis who—on the same day as her accident—was gravely injured by the daemon Marilith in Lucis.

The COQUETTE. // 

 You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get. Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you. Independent and self-sufficient, you don't need any one person to make you complete. And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.

Stella at times suffers from periodic bouts of insomnia, and so she turns to the piano which could sometimes be heard in the halls of Fenestala Manor in the late hours of nightfall . It was previously owned by her mother, Sylva Via Fleuret , and is located in the manor’s solarium where they would gaze at the moon and the stars while playing their favorite compositions together .

It was also the room Stella and Noctis would frequent back in their childhood .

When Etro’s light takes its place in the night sky, Stella plays music on the piano as a source of comfort to the departed spirits roaming the mortal plane⸻a last act of love to the lost souls as she helps guide them to the goddess’ embrace with her tranquil melodies . 

Some of her favorite piano pieces include :

Moonlit Melodies

Sofia la Notte

Across the Starlit Sky

A Sleepless Night’s Nocturne

♛ ✧･ﾟ:* Masquerade Ball Starters | not accepting

☆  ▌┊ ❛ 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 is often described as a natural socialite amongst her peers in high society : a master conversationalist with an elegant smile that rarely fades from the public eye. These gatherings hosted by the upper class have become tediously routine and monotonous over the years, but the lady of stars never tires of the heady and intoxicating ambiance of masquerade balls ; for how can one not desire the freedom it brings while under the guise of a mask ? Certainly, she had always welcomed it truth be told.

As the festivities of the eve progress well into nightfall, a man with hair as dark as midnight advances towards the young Fleuret as her attentions are divided amongst the pretentious noblemen and women of Accordo. Clad in black formal regalia and a silver mask reminiscent of pristine moonlight, the man who approached her was of seemingly higher prestige with the regal aura he exudes. As if able to sense her desire to leave the present crowd, he extends a gloved hand and requests for her presence to the dance floor, to which she earnestly accepts. A fair excuse—she thinks, so as to leave the boring company behind. ( Politely, of course. )

When her curious gaze makes contact with eyes of distinct crystalline blue however, it dawns on her that the man standing before her was not just any stranger, and she finds herself pleasantly amused by the unexpected turn of events.

“—— Why, certainly. ” The masked maiden takes @dawnblxde‘s hand with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and leans ever so closely to whisper in his ear. “ May you find this night to be an enjoyable one, my lord. ”

♛ ✧･ﾟ:*Masquerade Ball Starters | not accepting

☆  ▌┊ ❛ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒 as the cold, damp asphalt beneath her body rouses her from dormancy. The crisp night air against her skin coupled with her fluctuating consciousness was enough to make her believe she was at the mercy of death’s sweet release, yet the dull pain in her head did plenty to dispel such notions. An experience I know all too well, she darkly muses, for the goddess of the dead spares star incarnate from her domain once more.

Stella Nox Fleuret waits for her headache to subside as she slowly finds her bearings in the new world she had woken up to. As she looks up to take in her surroundings, her eyes are greeted with a scene that leaves her dazed and confused : the neon lights, the towering skyscrapers, and the looming shadow of what appears to be the Citadel from a distance away were all sights she recognizes. Sights that are forever burned into her memory. 

Is this place not Quadratum, she wonders. Had the ( nameless star ) sent her back home to Insomnia by mistake or had she been led astray? 

Despite the familiar scenery before her, Stella could not shake away the uncomfortable feeling that something was oddly different about this world—something that made her feel as if she simply did not belong. Before she could delve into the matter further, a voice from the shadows interrupts her train of thought and breaks the unnerving silence of the slumbering city.

And so, the night unveils its secrets to her ; the ghostly luminescence of the moon reveals a young man of shimmering silver hair and eyes a unique shade of crimson and azure. He was beautiful, she thought at first glance—so hauntingly beautiful that she could not help but be reminded of him.  

It is unclear however whether the mysterious @verumking was friend or foe, but he showed no hostility as he made his innocent query, and so she responds by letting down her guard momentarily in return.

“ —— I don’t believe we have met before. ” Stella answers truthfully, wondering if perchance he had mistaken her appearance for another under the bleak, starless sky. “ And you are…? ”

♛✧･ﾟ:*Masquerade Ball Starters | not accepting

☆  ▌┊ ❛ —— 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎. ” A gentle laugh escapes the young ambassador’s lips as she feels the apples of her cheeks warm delightfully at her words. To think that the free-spirited Dragoon of Niflheim would pay her such compliments; so unexpected they were, yet riveting all the same.

Dazzling as her eyes may be, she finds them paling in comparison to the exquisite beauty that is Aranea Highwind, who on this rarest of occasions had shed her trademark dragon mail and lance in exchange for delicate fabrics and precious gems. Whoever knew the lady of war could garner the attention of so many with just a single sweep of her gown? Truly, her charisma inspires awe.

“ Might you be gracing us with your presence for the entirety of the night? Do not disappoint me with your answer now. ” The maiden of stars smiles playfully at @drachendive, hoping the lady mercenary’s unanticipated appearance would be anything but short.