#stella wips

[dreamerdrop]

Flat colours + some atmospheric shading. It’s getting there!

[sirsketchedoodle]

Winx Redesign WIP

[bixels]

Messy Trixie Charleston dance roughs.

[orionebulart]

Mammon's fans, I know the recent merch drop didn't give you justice. You're disappointed and hungry so I've brought a snack. Yeah, it's kinda messy and not cleaned up (prolly will do this later) but I hurried to feed you.

PS/ Couldn't resist to draw Stella being excited to take a slice of this delectable cake, sorry!

[fairmerthefarmer]

Spiritfarer is so dang good and I love it so much, definitely a game that will always stick with me.

[elsa-fogen]

18 pages. 18 PAGES. I'm gonna die

wake me up inside wake me up inside SAVE MEE

another one has 24 PAGES.

Help. Why can't i make short comics.

[iridescentmidnights]

They aren't going to stay in this order because I need to fit Aisha. But I'm so happy with how this is coming together so far!!

[airenaiy]

3/6 of my faves!

[nordsea-horizons]

working on a new garden area that’s gonna lead to a neighborhood! i also got stuck on a cliff while putting down shrubs!? that doesnt normally happen until im almost done with an island haha🌳✨ also someone seriously pissed off stella and she said it was rodney.. and i’ve been thinking i should get a sanrio move in soon.. good timing👀🫧

[victoriansnakearts]

Was originally gonna draw the deadly sins, ended up drawing strella instead

Hopefully I’ll have enough motivation to finish this today

[maytheratseatureyes]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by @tetanusvaccineunofficial to show off a WIP!

Just another one of my many Scarlet Hollow WIPs that I have no idea if I'll ever finish. This one I had started at the beginning of the year, and I kinda forgot about it.

Stella, stop dragging your friends into the woods at night.

[fey-03]

old wip but fullbody, i dont know if have any strenght or motivation to finish anything anymore

[dreamerdrop]

Could you tell us more about the WIP called Zebras?

Zebras is an episode related little what if based on If Wishes Were Horses, wherein Julian falls asleep reading medical notes about Bajoran war orphans and finds himself dreaming about his own childhood, and thus wakes up to a small imaginary version of himself pre-augmentation.

I need to rewrite the bulk of it, but here’s a snippet from the ending without any further context.

Julian doesn't really want to be around people, but he does want to drink until he blacks out, so he finds himself sitting in a corner at Quarks, tossing back synthehol like his life depends on it, when Jadzia approaches him, looking uncomfortable.

“You know... What I meant was, does this mean you have a secret yearning to be a father,” Jadzia says softly, almost whispering so that nobody else will hear. “I was… trying to joke about you maybe having a pregnancy fetish or something, and… maybe that was why you liked the idea that I already had a worm in my belly…?” she sits across from him, her smile is very contrite.

Julian grimaces. Of course, that had been what she was trying to joke about... Leave it to Jadzia to phrase it in the most awkward way possible, and for Julian to interpret it as incorrectly as imaginable.

They really did make quite a pair.

“So… who was he?” she asks, and Julian had so very much been dreading when that question would finally come up. His throat feels dry.

“He was… a friend. I knew him a long time ago…” he finds himself staring into the middle distance, several memories playing through his mind.

“What happened?”

Julian breathes slowly, trying not to get lost in the flood of thoughts and emotions that he feels like he might as well be drowning in.

“He died. He was... He was sick. His parents, they… it was difficult for them. Looking after him, because he was… they… they wanted to help him, to fix him, to make him…” Julian chokes on the words, crying. His face heats with shame.

“He was stupid. He was stupid, and annoying, and nobody liked him, and his parents…” he doesn't mean the words at all. He’s not sure where they’re coming from, but he can’t seem to stop them. Jadzia is looking at him in almost horror.

“They took him away to fix him, but… he didn't come back. I think... I think his parents were happier without him,” he says quietly. Jadzia shakes her head, opening her mouth to protest.

“They were. They had another child. I heard… I heard them telling their new child how much better he was. How much smarter, and easier to handle he was. They… I… They didn’t miss him at all…”

Jadzia isn’t stupid. Julian knows she can tell there’s more to this than he’s willing to admit. Julian knows he’s giving away too much. He knows he’ll regret this one day. Right now, the image of watching Jules die all over again is fresh in his mind.

“Sometimes, I think… I might be the only one who misses him at all.”

Jadzia reaches a hand out and squeezes his shoulder. She lifts her own glass and clinks it against Julian’s.

“We can miss him together, at least for tonight,” she says.

The burn of synthehol doesn’t warm him as much as the genuine kindness in Jadzia’s eyes, nor does it sting as much as the still-present pity.

He supposes that one day, she’ll look at him normally again, but just for tonight… he’s grateful that someone else can feel sorry for Jules. He’s glad he won’t be the only one to miss him anymore.

END.

I’m not quite sure what to do with the rest of it in the lead up to that yet though, since I’ve been puzzling over the character voices for a while for this… I think I’ve got Julian being too much of a jerk and being sort of too… idk, softboy-ish? Rather than like… himself. And I think it makes zero sense for me not to have Sisko and Miles more involved as well, since y’know, they’re both parents and here is Julian with a tiny kid.

Anyway, it’s been a WIP since maybe November last year and I come back to it occasionally and hopefully one day I will finish it. Hopefully. Maybe. We’ll see!

[reikolovespickles]

What studying at Alfea College for Fairies does to a silly girl🏋️‍♂️🧚🐣💥🤯

[ominous-faechild]

✨OVER-ARCHING PLOT✨ ✨✨BONUS SCENE✨✨

mild context: Stella and Mistral are both faeries with a connection to the Existential of Magic. At Mistral's request, Magic arranged a meeting between him and Stella...

[disclaimer: there may be one or more lies or misleading truths within the given 'context']

Magic: [after a moment, swells subtly, snapping to attention from their name being spoken]

Stella: [smiling weakly, her eyebrows furrowed, finishes painfully) "I'm ready to speak with your friend."

Magic:

Magic: [fades slightly]

Stella: [swallows, taking another shuddering deep breath as she looks away and stares out into the horizon. Face slowly empties again, going stony]

Sun: [setting!]

Magic: [shudders, then swells, and—]

Stella:

Stella: [tenses, breath catching in her throat and her eyes going wide as she quickly turns to face—]

Magic: [spits out a singular faerie]

Mistral: [a tall, dark, and angular faerie. Has short, messy black hair, two dark antennae emerging from the top of his forehead, pale near-white skin, six eyes (with large, orange irises that mostly hid the black sclera), and large birdlike wings tucked in behind his back]

Wings: [were feathered; started black toward the top and turned into vivid blues and pale purples as they neared the tips]

Mistral: [held himself elegantly, shoulders squared back professionally and his hands clasped together in front of him. Fae-ears both angled backwards, visibly awkward]

Mistral: [gives a deep bow, folding one hand over his torso and holding the other far outward]

Mistral: (respectfully) "Stella. It's nice to meet you {in person}."

Stella: [oops, eyes watery again—]

Mistral: [didn't really have much in common visually to {Redacted}… all he really had was the paleness and messy, dark hair. Mistral was clearly a faerie, while {Redacted} had always been human]

Mistral: [but his voice… even if it, itself was different, he spoke the same way. The same somewhat distant, always-careful, always-thoughtful way, where he clearly considered his words and then still spoke clumsily]

Stella: (voice breathless) "who are you?"

Mistral: [stiffens, but… hesitantly looks up at her]

Mistral: [has a weak, awkward smile on his lips… and his ears folded back in anticipation]

Mistral: (cautiously) "… I'm {Magic's} friend from {redacted x2}. You may call me {Mistral}."

Stella:

Stella: [heart and face twists, but—]

Stella: [takes a slow, deep breath. Squeezing her eyes shut, folds her hands together and places them in front of her nose…. and then lets out a slow, heavy sigh]

Sigh: [except, comes out mixed with a weak, incredulous chuckle]

Stella:

Stella: [struggling for words, but processing a lot]

Stella: '{Mistral}'… he literally just {redacted x3} his name. And nobody else has noticed? He's been here for centuries???

Mistral: [slowly, stiffly straightens from his bow, re-clasping his hands in front of him]

Mistral: (voice thick, hesitantly) "… are you okay, {Stella}?"

Stella: [sucks in a sharp breath, snapping her eyes open and pulling her head from her hands to look up at him]

Mistral: [fae-ears and wings twitch subtly, but otherwise makes no other movement—]

Mistral: [or… not physically. His essence tensed around him for a moment… but just a moment]

Stella: [eyes subtly narrowed on him, suspiciously) "{Mistral}. Where did you get your name?"

Mistral:

Mistral: [lips, ears, and wings all twitch awkwardly as he looks away—]

Mistral: [but takes a quick, deep breath as he returns his eyes to hers, forces a weak smile, and starts forward]

Mistral: [summoning a bushel of {flowers}, generously) "after a flower."

Stella: [isn't sure if she's glaring or crying as she stares down at him suspiciously—]

Mistral: [gracefully stops in front of her, elegantly tipping the flowers in her direction as he finishes gently) "I heard, in a bygone culture, they represented 'remembrance'. Like, 'I will remember you'."

Mistral: [glances away, taking a subtle breath]

Mistral: [looking back at her, smiles weakly before he hesitantly adds) "or, I like to think: 'I will be remembered'."

Stella: [just looked between him and the {flowers} as he spoke—]

Stella: [face twisting subtly, hesitantly takes the flowers and twists them between her fingers for a moment]

Stella: [just breathing—] :'D

Stella: [finally, snaps her eyes up to his]

Stella: (a bit too sharply) "'remembered' in what way. 'At any cost?'"

Mistral: [face pinches, growing visibly pained—]

Stella: [heart flutters, guilty and worried—]

Mistral: [easing the pain, instead offers a weak smile]

Mistral: (imploringly) "no. Like I will be remembered for who I am, and what I do for the people in my life. Not for my mistakes."

Stella: [face crumples as tears fall from her eyes and a weak laugh escapes her]

Stella: [at the same time, drops the hand holding the {flowers} to the side, raises the other to place her fingertips over her brow, and stares at the ceiling of the gazebo incredulously]

Stella: [half-laughing, disbelievingly) "'your mistakes'???"

Mistral: [below her, swallows and drops his eyes to the ground beside him]

Mistral: (voice quiet, timid) "… yes."

Mistral and Stella, my beloveds 😙👌🥰

ALSO, I'M CURIOUS, WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK IS GOING ON HERE!?

also also, what do you guys think of Mistral? His design? Etc? 😂

(i beg of thee to tell me)

(tagging superfans)

@honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

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@corinneglass @angelfevr

divider by @saradika

[elsa-fogen]

Guess who has just remembered about Halloween and is now speedrunning an animation meme?

Me.

Who can guess the meme btw?