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The lost #FinalFantasy heroine Stella Nox Fleuret from FF Versus XIII. I was commissioned to draw her, and similarly feel a fondness for what could have been (maybe the mystery is part of that allure). 💎
Zoomies and sketches: https://www.instagram.com/p/CMNLVJRDiOY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
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Consider an AU in which Luna is a waitress at a very expensive restaurant with extremely lousy customers
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Stellanea 15?
Man, this was fun, thank you for this.
Wordcount: 616Rating: GenWarnings: brief mentions of blood
the starters post can be found here (requests are still accepted but might arrive slowly)
15 is “Don’t die on me - please.”
Aranea let out a pained laugh, her lungs constricted by the strong arm Stella had wrapped under her armpits. She could feel the wound dripping blood.
“It’d take more than that to kill me, princess.”
Stella sighed.
“You really love showing off, don’t you,” she said, dragging the nif commander under cover of a small brick wall. There was a tremor in her voice. Aranea struggled to open one eye and look at her.
“Only when I’m with you.”
Stella sighed louder, but she still looked concerned.
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stellanea + 47, crowna + 73, or crowe/cindy + 28 - I let you choose
i acually decided to do all of them, haha, they’ll be out shortly after this!
“Stella, listen, I’m fi- Stella! It’s just a scratch, come on!” Aranea grabbed the younger blonde’s hands, pulling them away from the blood soaked cloth concealing what was most certainly not just a scratch.
Said blonde just rolled her eyes, peeling the makeshift bandages away from her girlfriend’s side. Aranea hissed, and squirmed around in her seat. “Don’t think I won’t restrain you if that’s what it’ll take to have you sit still.”
“Kinky. As if screwing a ghost wasn’t enough.”
“Must you?” Stella sighed, but a small smile fell upon her face, and she began cleaning the wound.
Aranea leant forward, wincing, and kissed Stella’s cheek. “Absolutely.” They fell into quiet silence, sharp intakes of breath every now and then when Stella pressed too hard against the wound.
“So, what was it this time?”
“Some daemon…a Yojimbo maybe? Somethin’ with a sword.” At Stella’s raised brow she frowned. “I don’t know, it was dark!”
“It’s always dark.” Murmured Stella, pulling away from the freshly wrapped wound. Aranea shuffled over on their bed, and Stella hopped up, curling herself into Aranea’s side. “What am I to do if next time you don’t see it coming it all?”
“Babe, I’m not that bad a fighter.” Stella shook her head, and looked away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
“I didn’t say that, it’s just…even the most experienced fighters can get caught off guard. I wish you wouldn’t be so carefree about your safety.”
“Hey, Stella. Look at me.” Aranea’s hand was warm on Stella’s cheek, and pulled it towards her, eyes locking. “I can take care of myself just fine, okay? I’m not gonna leave you here.”
“I know…I just wish I could do more to help.” Aranea chuckled, pressing her lips to Stella’s head.
“You’re fine. Who else puts up with my shit and patches me up whenever I’m reckless?” Stella smiled, closing her eyes. “We’re fine.”
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Me talking about Stellanea or Lucrowe to anyone who’s ever heard of FFXV
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