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“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?”

NAME: Stella Johansen

ASSIGNED SIDNEYLAND: Star Wars

JOB TITLE & ASSIGNMENT: merchant at the space rock shoppe

FAVORITE RIDE/ATTRACTION: Ashmedai’s Rage

YEARS EMPLOYED AT SIDNEYLAND: 4

BIOGRAPHY: when Stella started at Sidneyland, it was because she’d been forced to take classes and the SCP was the only way she’d agree to do it.

And after that she fell in love with the place. Everyone there was a little weird and she finally felt like she fit in in a way she never did with her family.

And then she met Banzai. Their romance was fast and more tumultuous than the Giga-Tangela Powerwhip. And then it’s more volatile and strange than Big Bad Bill’s. They can’t seem to get along for more than five minutes but they can’t seem to stay away from each other either.

As much as Stella loves working in Starwars, she’s on a mission to get transferred to a different land just to get a away from banzai. But, since she’s not on a transfer list at the moment, she’s looking for someone to make Banzai jealous. A fellow cast member, an attractive guest, someone she could get wrapped up in a messy little romance with to either make Banzai admit he still wants to be with her or to make him jealous enough to finally end this once and for all. (Or maybe it’d just make him mad and the make outs would be a little more heated…) regardless, Stella is looking for a reaction and she’s bound to get it.

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Stella had more of a point to stay at Banzai's. It meant she was close to him and close to her mother. It made her feel better--safer--knowing both of them were within reach.

But she still had work and her own place to take care of, so she still had to leave. And she was in her own headspace as she walked down the steps and found herself bumping into someone on their way up.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," she said quickly, turning to look at them. There was something vaguely familiar about them, like a distant memory from a dream that she couldn't quite reach in this moment. "I was a little distracted, that's my bad, are you okay?"

@ofseptarsis

A story told || Open

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Oh, she was doing her least favorite thing. Acting like she was superior and more important just because she's old and in charge. The Commission did that to Stella all the time. At least this time, Cruella was threatening Stella with something that actually did matter to her. (and maybe cruella wasn't acting that way but that's how it felt to stella!)

"I can perform this role exceptionally well," Stella countered, an edge to her voice. "I just worried I might come across as inauthentic with the lines and I wouldn't want someone to drag your show for being culturally insensitive. Because I know there's a line between nailing an accent and doing an impression of one and though I know I can do it, it would just be more authentic if I was speaking a language I was actually fluent in and it would alleviate some stress of me accidentally doing something that could make the show look worse."

She also had some choice words about how the level she was performing at was a town's local theatre, but she had a feeling that would make it sound like she didn't care. She did care and she wanted to do the play! Cruella just seemed like she cared too much and not in a good way.

"I also highly doubt that anyone who doesn't know Hungarian or other languages in general would even really notice or care about the switch," she muttered. Fans of the show might, and anyone who knew either language would, but the average British viewer? She almost doubted they'd notice or care nearly as much as Cruella did.

And honestly, Star didn't even care that much, she'd do it the way she was supposed to. But it was being told no in the way she was that made her want to die on this hill now.

@ice-in-her-stare

Ikke Skyldig || Crustella

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Carr's Resolution Check-In!

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He softened under her touch and seeing that moment where he seemed more relaxed--more at peace--she could cry. All of this brought the tears closer and closer to falling, but she wouldn't let herself. Not right now. She wanted to be strong for him. He was her rock often, now it was her turn to be his.

"I'm here," she repeated softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, continuing to rub small circles over his knuckles.

Stella's chest tightened as he mentioned seeing his father. And this is what happened? She knew how stressed she got after seeing her mother--especially right now--but this was different. She knew their situations were different. For all of Moon's flaws, though, Stella knew if her mother did something that triggered anxiety bad enough that Stella ended up in the hospital... her mother's behaviors would change.

It sounded like this was the usual for him though.

Stella held his hand a little firmer, her jaw set a little tighter.

"I know you will," she said. "I... I'm so sorry this happened, Banzai. I-- He has no right to make you feel like this. You don't deserve--" she could feel the tears building so she stopped speaking and just shifted to carefully lay beside him in the bed, placing a hand over his heart.

"I'm here, I'm here for you," she just said again. "And I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

@banzai-bungu

In The Middle of My Chaos || Banzella

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She almost cried when she heard how weak his voice sounded. Had he been at the event too, on top of all this? She knew the smoke inhalation had thrashed Mim's throat--her own as well.

She hadn't seen him there, but most of that night was a blur in her mind at this point anyway.

She didn't know the feeling that overtook her seeing him like this, seeing the pain he was in and had been through. It twisted something so deep inside her, and it broke something else that knew there was nothing she could do to fix this situation. But she could be here for him. She just hoped that was enough.

Stella looked down at the blanket, almost forgetting it as soon as she heard his voice. "Oh, yeah, I um... Thought it would help."

Moving closer, Stella took the blanket and carefully draped it over him. Looking at him closer only made her heart hurt more. When she finished tucking him in, she took his hand, running her thumb across his knuckles.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm here now, though. I'm here for you." Stella leaned in and lightly kissed his forehead. She had so many questions she wanted to ask about if he knew what triggered it or if the doctors had any ideas for how to help this from happening again, but she figured none of that was what he wanted to talk about right now.

"Is the food here good? Because if its not let me know and I'll bring you in something and we can trade," she teased lightly. Because they both knew she would eat just about anything.

@banzai-bungu

In The Middle of My Chaos || Banzella

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"Right, sorry, Mrs. De Vil," Stella said with a tighter smile. She tilted her head and furrowed her brow. "Um, no... I- I get the intention of the part..." that felt like a weird question. Or one that would be asked at a bigger production than theirs.

"No, it's just... I feel like I'm not getting the inflections right for my lines. Because I don't speak Hungarian, and I feel like that comes across as maybe obvious in the way I say certain things? But, I'm fluent in Danish and other Scandinavian languages, sooo I was just wondering if maybe I could translate the lines to one of those? I don't think the audience--at least those that don't speak Hungarian--will care all that much, and I feel like it'll sound better than me saying words incorrectly."

Saying it out loud and seeing her face as she did, Stella wasn't feeling as confident about this ask anymore. "Mostly because, like, normally I'd try even harder to master the pronunciation and maybe even learn some Hungarian, but with my mother being ill and having been hospitalized for a little while that's caused a lot of familial and personal stress so I was just thinking that would make things go a little more smoothly on mine and everyone's end."

@ice-in-her-stare

Ikke Skyldig || Crustella

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TW: Hospital, injury, medical stress

She had gotten too used to these halls. The way the florescent lights bounced off the linoleum tiles, the smell of cleaner that was so distinctly different from any other type of cleaner she'd ever smelled. Sterile in a way that felt almost wrong. Hospital smell.

Every step she took down the corridors felt too loud, every breath felt too invasive, like she was going to do something wrong or get the wrong germs somewhere they shouldn't be.

She kept her horns hidden. She didn't want some old person to think a devil was coming to steal away their soul.

She wanted to be sick when she got a message from Banzai saying he was in the hospital. Her mind went to the fundraiser and she worried something horrible had happened to him there. Then it went to her mother and the way she didn't know Stella. It hadn't happened, but what if Banzai had woken up and not known her? What if she had lost him, too? What if he had gotten injured in that attack and she didn't even know he was there? What if she had never heard from him again?

She went to the hospital as soon as she could, bringing an extra throw blanket from her house so if she ended up needing to stay with him overnight she wouldn't freeze in the hospital rooms that always felt too cold but too stuffy at the same time. A permanent cold sweat even though the air was so dry it hurt her lungs.

Or if she wasn't able to stay, she could leave the blanket with him. Something comfortable, something that smelled like her.

She entered the room and saw him in the bed and almost burst into tears. She didn't, though. Stella held them back, putting on a smile as she walked closer to the side of his bed.

"Hi," she said softly. "How are you feeling?"

@banzai-bungu

In The Middle of My Chaos || Banzella

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Play rehearsals were coming along, but what wasn't coming along was Stella speaking Hungarian like she was fluent. So, after thinking it over, and over, and over and over and over-- she finally got the courage to approach the director.

"Ms. De Vil, hi," she said with a small wave as she approached the older woman. "I um, had a question about my lines?"

@ice-in-her-stare

Ikke Skyldig || Crustella

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Ikke Skyldig || Crustella

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She sat on the floor of his apartment, holding the paws of one of the kittens, making it do a little dance. Q-bert watched intently as Stella played with her babies. She couldn't believe Ralph got so lucky to have a bunch of kittens in his house. It worked out well for her, though, because playing with a bunch of precious little babies was just what she needed.

"Thanks for letting me see them," Stella said, looking over to Ralph, who was on the couch, seeming to be in his own little world playing video games or something--she wasn't paying attention to him. "Which one is this little angel again?"

@ralph-wreckin-reilly

Kitten Therapy || StaRalph

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Stella Butterfly // Menodora Perhonen

My heart knew the weight Ten years worth of dust and neglect We made our peace with weariness and let it be The moon will sing a song for me I loved you like the sun Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

@menodoramoon

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Half Here, Half Somewhere Else || Stellaluna

Summary: After fainting at Prom, Menodora finally wakes up. When: 25/06/25 Who: @menodoramoon

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Collapse the Light Into Earth || Mooncakes, Stelsa, and Maximus

Summary: Moon collapses after feeling unwell Date: Prom, June 21, 2025 TW: Fainting, Anxiety, Drug Abuse (after effects)

Previous Reading: How May I Serve You?

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@menodoramoon @vvinter-queen @stellabfly @trackedbymaximus

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Stella Butterfly//Prom 2025

theme: night at the museum

inspo: Ophelia by John Everette Millais

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Stella could imagine her mom losing her mind if she found our about this. Though, to be fair, most moms probably would upon hearing that their child was befriending a stranger in the woods.

Stella shrugged. "I guess it is. I mean, it kinda sucks when you can only feel like yourself when nobody else is around, right?" that was a little sad to share with a stranger.

Feeling the need to change the tone quickly, Star looked around and found a small rock, throwing it into the stream, watching the water ripple out. "I'm glad you came to town, even if it was just for some food," she said. "Mjaunie never has the cool kind of weirdos."

@ralph-wreckin-reilly

First Encounter [Mjaunie, 2015] || StaRalph

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When he pulled her back to him, Stella's arms went around his neck, drawing him in closer as she returned the kiss. Trying to ground him, trying to convince him that she meant what she'd said even more.

She felt lightheaded by the time he pulled away. Not from the kiss but because of the emotions that welled inside her, pushing the air out of her to make room as they swelled.

"I think I know some of it more than you might think," she replied quietly, brushing her knuckles against his cheek. "I don't know all of it, and I can't pretend to. But I do know what it means to be seen for who you are and nothing else. You're just Banzai to me, and that's more than enough."

Stella felt the hearts on her cheeks appear and she didn't care. She knew Banzai liked them and that was good enough for her. A smile spread across her face that she didn't bother to hide as she shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I guess I do," she teased, "And if you like saying it so much then I guess it just works out."

He stepped back and Stella turned to examine the counter, putting her hands on her hips as she studied the ingredients. "I agree, being here with you makes it great--but hopefully it'll at least be something edible." It was hard to mess up pasta, though. Because even if they botched the sauce, at least there would still be noodles to eat.

Stella smiled to herself at his other comment, one that she wasn't sure she was meant to hear. But she had, and she was glad she did.

She started moving around ingredients, seeing what there was and what she might need.

"Are you taking any classes over the summer?" she asked as she started prepping ingredients. "I mean, I don't know how quickly you're trying to get your grad school stuff finished." She wasn't changing the topic because she didn't want to keep talking about all of that, she just knew if they continued down that path things would either get more flirty or more emotional and either way food wouldn't end up getting made.

@banzai-bungu

not so fear factor // Banzella