#ft: stella

[zefferooni]

redesign of the diva, the icon, the legend

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @emotionlcss )

Elijah's breath caught in his throat at the word, her voice soft, but unmistakable. His hands still rested on her hips, the press of her body too real an all too familiar. His head tilted back against the booth, eyes scanning her face like he was trying to find the pieces of the girl he used to know beneath the makeup and glitter. But she was there... God, she was there. "Stella," he breathed out, the name heavy on his tongue like he hadn't spoken it in years. And he hadn't. Not since she left. Not since he convinced himself that moving on meant forgetting. But she wasn't forgotten. Not even close. His hands flexed instinctively, fingertips brushing against the smoothness of Stella's skin. He should've let go, he should've pushed her away—hell, he was getting married. That's why he was even here at the strip club in the first place. But Elijah couldn't bring himself to do it. "What are you doing here?" The question came out rougher than he intended, the shock still scraping its way through his voice. It didn't make sense; Stella had always been larger than life, too big for a small town, too wild to be tamed. He used to think she'd end up on billboards or running her own empire, not... Here. But there she was, her eyes still carrying that same fire, her lips curved just enough to make him forget everything except the way she used to whisper his name. And for the first time in a long time, Elijah wasn't thinking about his wedding or his fiancée, or the promises he'd made. He was thinking about her. About the way she fit against him like she never left.

[quartergremlin]

Felix. Sole member of the IBTC.

transcript:

Felix: Colin, you're the only one who understands whats its like... Nevermind.

Mavis: Sorry Feliks...

[spiralingguitarist]

this is my first time drawing springtrap and its a fucking Body Swap Drawing of all things. also random commentary: its hard to capture marigolds anxious essence when youre drawing creepy expressionless animatronics. like not just springtrap. its also the withereds. and i think the nightmares too.

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @starsdrew ( bloom of domino & stella of solaria )

bloom shook her head as she listened to the blonde's words, "sorry, i think you've got me confused with someone else." weird things seemed to keep happening in mystic lately, but it was just odd to see them happening, and having a bunch of new people around too. she didn't have an explanation for everything. "i have no idea what you're talking about."

[misaligncd]

status: closed

for: @exsanguinatc

"listen, i wouldn't ask if i thought that you couldn't do it," promised newton, hating that he might be pushing his luck. he knew that his request was a bit of an odd one. it wasn't like his aunt's business which was now his wasn't established. however, he wanted to show that it wasn't just what people sometimes thought it was as far as the kind of photos he took," i promise if anything doesn't feel right that i would stop and we can just go for a beer or some shit."

[heyhangel]

Obviously, I'm so normal about them

[ayarn-a]

something always seemed to go wrong when she was in the kitchen. work her way around the human brain, the human body ? no problem. following a simple recipe ? yeah, something always seemed to go wrong. one of the twins had declared the earlier batch too burned to eat before fleeing upstairs, and these ones . . . yeah, okay there was definitely too much salt in them. how it happened, she has no idea really. hearing the door open and she push the plate over to the side, somewhat hiding the evidence behind the microwave and herself before turning around, smile upon features. " hey, " voice a little too high, not suspicious at all.

@klarsynt

[cardinalstella]

location: finders keepers for: closed for sunny ( @shadcwbooks )

Raising a hand, Stella allowed her fingertips to graze over a gorgeous mosaic-patterned lamp. Her eyes scanned the other contents of the shelf, all tucked comfortably away with seemingly very little thought given to an organizational flow. While this bothered Stella, she did her best to push her perfectionistic tendencies from her mind and focus on the task at hand. Sighing, she ran her free hand through her hair, turning to glance briefly at the figure standing a few feet away, towards the end of the aisle.

"So many choices, so little time." Stella commented aloud, turning fully to face the other. "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I wondered...What are your thoughts on this lamp?" Gesturing to the lamp she'd been touching moments ago, Stella cocked her head to the side and offered a sweet half-smile. "I'm torn. I love it, but I'm not sure it's really what I'm looking for...What statement does it make, do you think?"

[menodoramoon]

Perhonen-Butterfly-Johansen... Fam. Whoever gave them all different last names should be fought (it was me).

@stellabfly

[gcdfvcked]

closed for @emotionlcss, cont'd from here

"oh yeah, this is a much better date night already." clothes discarded on the floor, ariana grinned as she stepped into the hot, steamy shower with stella. true to the other's word, she was in the middle of soaping up, but ariana had never been shy about interrupting when it was important like this. she took her sister's bare hips and pulled her ass back against her own hips, slotting the heavy shaft of her cock between slicked-up cheeks. she leaned in to kiss at stella's neck with a hum, the act also pressing her generous tits into stella's bare back. "i mean, technically, fucking you is wreaking havoc on my dating life. i just don't care when it feels so good."

[packagecfgirlyevil]

closed starter // dcgtown. based on this post ; divorced couple verse. stella garcia / early 30s, heterosexual.

it wasn't always easy, trying to navigate a post-divorce relationship with busy schedules and two children between them, but she still couldn't exactly hide her smile at the way they lit up at seeing their father, even if it meant she was coming up on a couple days without them.

"any big plans," she asked, handing over the duffel bag with essentials that went between the two homes these days, trying to keep herself cordial for the drop off. "because someone seems to think they're going to see dinosaurs this weekend, and they'll be very disappointed if that doesn't happen.

[conkniving]

july 16, seal harbour apartments ft. @b4rredteeth — benny

one day. one day was all it took. to shrivel up in embarrassment for how she begged for stella's forgiveness, shame for having broken their trust in the first place. to abandon work in favour of the company of a few beers stocking her fridge, which only led to crawling around her apartment for any single shred of addiction in which to partake. and to come to the conclusion of who was really to blame. far be it her own fault, a product of an illness she's been drowning in for longer than she cared to admit. no. the real fiend, the catalyst, was him. and finally, she could do something about the state of her grovel, the persisting fucking panic polluting her being. revenge, it tasted so sweet, but it was only a fragrance. fallon had to have the whole mouthful, to have bhaskar chanda gritting through her canines. the house arrest monitor felt as weighty as an iron shackle — for all intents and purposes, it was exactly that. the mistake laid in the allowance of the leash her parole dictated, and it bore no significance as she stormed the hallways of the infested apartments with the din of night to enshroud them. her figure was an omen — unkempt ebony hair shagging about her gaunt features, unblinking, fingers flexing, donning only a monochromatic fit of tank-top and jeans. noises abound at all hours of the complex and so she bade no heed to the inevitable thumps of her boots as they brought her to a doorway she knew once crossing the threshold would wreck further havoc. what did it matter anyway? since the whole goddamn disappearance was sensationalized, everything had gone to hell, undermined. it was stella's face, the expression in her eye, that was on fallon's mind as she brought knuckle to the numbered plate. the moment benny parted the door a fraction, fallon piston a foot for the handle and relished in the resounding CRACK of it against the man's countenance.

[packagecfgirlyevil-a]

@mctionsick said | sender kisses receiver to say good morning. / floyd & stella bc i miss them thx.

mornings in the barnett house were chaotic, to say the least. trying to raise two pre-teens who were battling not just puberty but changing into wolves was difficult enough, on top of constantly having the rest of the pack in and out all the time. but sometimes, when the sun was just rising and she awoke to see her husband's calm face, she forgot all about any reasons to stress, and remembered exactly why she'd settled into this life.

"good morning," she murmured, snuggling close into him and smattering small kisses from his shoulder up to his ear. "if we stay very, very quiet, i think we can manage twenty more minutes of silence."

[musebluebird]

IVAN X STELLA (closed starter @emotionlcss​ based on this)

"I am fully aware that I am a stray dog, sir and that I don’t deserve your daughter" It did not feel right to call Lorenzo by name when Ivan had just been discovered with his hands on his daughter "You had one rule" Lorenzo replied "I know, sir" Ivan replied. He wanted to reach out her hand and touch Stella's, or at least brush his arm with hers, show her that none of this would change his mind but Ivan would like to keep his throat while he could. He knew that Lorenzo was capable of cutting it off in the blink of an eye. Ivan and Stella had been going down the rabbit hole since the first time they touched each other and neither of them had been able to stop but Ivan knew better, he should have put an end to all that for the good of both of them. Lorenzo had taken Ivan under his wing when he had nothing else than the streets and a very very dark future, then Ivan had paid him by climbing the ladder until he became his right hand. Still, he broke the one rule he knew he shouldn't. He touched the boss's daughter.

[talliebernal]

a starter for @stellaforma

"hey!" tallie grinned as she opened her door, letting stella inside, "like i said over text, it's a fashion emergency. and you're the only one i trust to help me on this." as much as she loved gen, they did not have a similar sense of style. and aileen? well, she was avoiding her a pretty much all costs. plus, stella was someone she trusted almost inherently. stella and fitz were always her fist line of defense on most issues. it only made sense. she dragged stella toward her room, "how was your day? see the ghost of good ol' marcy? get any threatening emails from someone who wants to ruin our lives?"