#ask stell!!

[gourdyshome]

THAT EX PATRICK BLURB…….. you may have ATE i fear… bcs he IS self destruction. (there’s some references to casual by chappell roan i couldnt help myself hehe)

can’t let himself have true happiness bcs deep down he feels like he hasn’t done anything to deserve it. his corrupted parents could not give less of a shit abt him when he wasn’t winning tennis championships, so why are you, a perfect, untainted angel, worshipping him like a god no matter what he does?

he doesn’t want to fuck other girls, their pussy doesn’t even feel good, but he feels like he has to. so he does, but doesn’t tell anyone how he can only cum if he thinks about you. doesn’t tell anyone that if he gets too lost in the sex, he has to bite his tongue from letting your name slip from his lips. doesn’t tell anyone how after sex, he just leaves, because he can’t bring himself to hold the girl how he held you.

it hurts to live life without you, so he tries filling the void of you with more nameless girls and forgettable parties. which makes life feel shittier, the feeling of which he tries fixing with more parties and one night stands. it’s a vicious fucking cycle.

and you’re not doing any better, either. he’s heard from mutual friends that you’re confused and hurt, that they see you cry almost every time they visit you, and that, apart from going to class, you don’t go out anymore. not with friends, not to parties. patrick hates that he’s the reason for all this, he genuinely despises himself for hurting his girl. he wants to come see you, but he can’t.

after a month of so of wallowing in self pity, you decide to finally go out. fuck patrick, you think. you go to this party your friends were talking about, and how patrick was gonna be a think of the past after this. you enter, immediately grabbing a drink and mingling with people and finally smiling and enjoying yourself for the first time in a while. that is, until you notice a tall, blonde girl pinned against the wall, moaning as a guy shoves his tongue down her throat. ugh, thanks for the painfully brutal reminder that i’m single, you say to the universe.

you can’t see the guy because there’s people standing in front of you, but when they shuffle out of your eyeline, you catch a glimpse of those unmistakable curls. it… can’t be him, right? you watch them from afar for a while to accept that yes, that is patrick zweig. her hands run through his hair, and he grabs her ass. you feel sick to your stomach. he’s kissing her with the same lips he kissed you, touches her with the same hands he held you. you push through the sea of people to go outside, you can’t breathe. you cause a bit of a scene and eyes watch you as you leave in a hurry, including patrick’s. he had no idea you were gonna be here. tells the girl to fuck off, and follows you outside.

you’re standing there, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to breathe in the chilly november air and calm down. he waits, a minute passes, then two, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say. or how to approach you. you feel his presence. you know it’s him. you’ve always been able to tell when he was around. soulmates, you used to say. sounds so naive in hindsight. he touches your shoulder, you break down. you turn around to face him. “god, patrick, i can’t get rid of you! you’re fucking everywhere! i-in the mattress, in my s-sheets, in m-my clothes, in my fucking textbooks… and now here? why won’t you just leave? i-i can’t breathe around you anymore!” smudged mascara runs down your face. patrick bites the inside of his cheek, he’s not gonna keep it together for very long if he sees you crying. he feels sick knowing he’s responsible. he tries to wipe your tears. you flinch away. “don’t fucking touch me! you lost that right a long time ago.”

in his head, he’s still just protecting you from himself. so he says something without thinking. in actuality, he’s also trying to protect himself from getting hurt, and his hands retreat into his pockets and he shrugs coldly. “i don’t know what to tell you… we were casual, sweetheart.” a beat passes. you look at him through hazy eyes, with heartbreak, confusion, a sense of betrayal and vitriolic rage. “c-casual? were we ‘casual’ when you were knee deep in the fucking passenger seat, and you were eating me out?? mumbling shit about ‘i can’t wait to keep doing this for the rest of my life?’ or were we casual when we had been dating for two weeks and your mom invited me to her house in long beach for the day? for fuck’s sake, you said you loved me while we were having sex!”

every word feels like a dagger to his heart, because he knows he can’t keep justifying his behaviour to himself. still, he keeps the act up. asks you, “why are you so bitter?” you are genuinely floored… was everything a lie? “you fucked me in the bathroom when we went to dinner while your parents were at the fucking table! …and you wonder why i’m bitter?! you said… you could never see yourself with another girl, and here you are, shoving your tongue down some blonde’s throat a month later. fuck you, patrick zweig.”

he doesn’t know what to do anymore. he needs you back. he can’t breathe when you’re not around.

(maybe that’s why that other girl’s mouth was on his… she was just giving him mouth to mouth CPR!! 😍😝)

ps: i did not proofread this, i’m rawdogging it… i hope it slays xx

oh girl ... patrick kissing a hundred girls in bars ... speak on it!!!

i feel like he's such a douche that he would decide to try and apologize in the cheesiest way possible. literally googles "movie apologies" to get ideas. picks a day when it's supposed to rain, buys your favorite flowers and the most overpriced chocolate he can find. and then he's at your door, like a kicked puppy, soaked to the bone and holding a bouquet of carnations in one hand, a package of fannie may mint meltaways in the other.

i'm sorry, he says. i was an asshole, i was wrong. i should've never broken it off with you, i was scared and a coward. i don't deserve a second chance, he tells you. and then he asks for one anyways.

and maybe it's the rain, but you let him in. you let him press you up against the wall, soggy and water-logged, dripping all over the hardwood floor of your apartment. fuck, that's gonna come out of your security deposit. but when he's kissing you like this, like he needs you more than anything else, like he's missed you with his heart and soul ... you can't bring yourself to give a fuck about that $200.

he fucks you slow and sweet that night. missionary, which is rare for patrick. he tells you i wanna see you, baby, missed you so much. missed your lips, your body, your perfect fuckin' tits. god, you're so wet. missed this little pussy, pulling me in like y'r made for me, god -

you fall asleep wondering if he'll leave before morning. he falls asleep wondering the same.

[tee-dohrnii]

Thank you kiss

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Not sure if canon, but wanted to draw Stelle giving Gale a kiss on the cheek as thanks before they were even a couple - it was super effective! Gale is now paralyzed!

[gearsofmetal]

He has no choice.

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.

[flambo19]

And everything was fine and nothing went wrong okay

[litl-rat-dude]

Drew some hsr characters as anthro versions of animals theyre compared to/inspired from.

[abyssruler]

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[majunju]

could you post stelle's beta design, i can't find it anywhere <3 thank you!

here u go !!

[thelostpretzel]

Your stelle is so beautiful. Love her when she's doing violence, love her more when her gremlin urges are set to max. Your Stelle has the vibe of a dog model to be. Beautiful graceful, when I get out from the bathroom I see she has something in her mouth and there are new bite marks on the furniture

thank you i love stelle

[endlesslytired]

Penacony.

more from the post looooop:

[starflungwaddledee]

Wait does starstruck have like a harem or something with how many people she's shipped with???

yeah! she's ✨everyone's girlfriend!✨ no oc or canon character is safe from those big shiny eyes of hers!

i've actually always said this: that if 'dating' as we know it existed in her environment, she'd be the sort to accidentally be dating everybody. as it stands, she's just very polya and has a lot of love and clingy anxiety to give! she's small, but there's plenty of her to go around!

i feel like the tourney in particular is a bit of a scott pilgrim vs the 7 deadly exes situation. except it's just... starstruck vs the 7 knights she didn't realise she'd started dating 😂

[gourdyshome]

stell… i was the mystery anon and OMG… UR PICKING UP EXACTLY WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN

when conan gray said

HE WAS TALKING ABT PATRICK NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND

he’s kinda pathetic but he’s in love… but so are you so its okay

YES. i am just as toxic as patrick i will take his pathetic ass back every time because nobody fucks like him and at the end of the day i'm just fuckin' lonely

[tee-dohrnii]

How you draw Gale is so cute!!

I wanna kiss his forehead

Only his wife can kiss his forehead so I told Stelle to give him a smooch

[amphibiahawks321]

[Request by Anon]

Kafka : Oh? Who's this stelle?

M!Reader : O-oh! I'm Y/N! Nice to meet you-

[Stelle kiss his cheek]

M!Reader : ....

Kafka : ....

Kafka : [Chuckles] Bladie~ Can you please try to hold me Back-

[Cut to Blade holding back Kafka while she's holding her dual guns in both hands while Y/N hide behind Stelle while she's doing a defensive stance]

Blade : I suggest you two to run she's really strong

Stelle : On it

[Stelle grabs Y/N hand and runs away]

[anominous-user]

^ stick, and without the stick v

[cro0kedme]

Added alt text since some are a little hard to read lol