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I made a Twitch!
www.twitch.tv/stellarena
I'll post updates around here for when I'm streaming
  • Listening to: Kasabian - Processed Beats
  • Reading: my terrible writing
  • Watching: my duedates rushing up to meet me
  • Playing: nothing, i gotta study. shit what am I doing
  • Eating: I want to snack but I must stay strong
  • Drinking: lots of water
    I was in love with Marciela Belle Laroche and my brother taunted me for it. He called me an imbecile for "loving something so temporary", he said. He had nothing else to say when I gave him the finger.
    Marcie was more than just some plain old human. Humans were always dull playthings who broke too quickly, but Marcie, she stood out. I swore, she was untouched by greed and malice in a way unlike every human I've encountered over the centuries. She was bull-headed and unfazed by regular human distractions, so dedicated and pure in her few desires that she had for herself. And though she was beautiful, she was weathered as well, constantly reminding me that she was real. She amazed me constantly, that girl. She made me feel so wretched and undeserving in the way that she loved me.
    She was blind, clueless to the vile blackness that I was, and I was happy for it. I wanted to cast away the names that I had been given for the terrors I have wreaked on Earth. Beelzebub, Lucifer, Hades... no, those names were not ideal. The only name I wanted to have was Eric, it sounded best on her lips.
    Hours ago, I made her a flower crown. I attempted to be as human about it as I could, and so it turned out vaguely lopsided, but she seemed to prefer it that way. She liked to lay on the simple grass beneath the simple shade, breathing in that common breeze. Earlier, we had talked about something that sounded suspiciously like marriage, and I knew that she had hung her grandmother's brass ring on a grass string beneath her blouse. She thought she was alone when she had hidden it.
    She uttered my name on her rose petal lips as she pinched the tied end of her grass necklace. She soon met her jade eyes with my own hazel ones, noting my crooked smile before gazing downwards and noting our wordless exchange. For her grandmother's brass ring on her neck, I offered my simple silver ring in my hand. She smiled back at me, and that was when I knew that I would always love her.
 ~~~
    I only think about the time Marcie and I got married when I'm drunk. And when I say drunk, I don't mean a couple beers on a Friday with a face-splitting smile and enough enthusiasm to make the night last. I mean that I made a beeline for the bar with little intent to speak to anyone or make eye contact because I was in enough of a bad mood that it was nearly a visible aura. The bartender was the only individual in the room who seemed to understand my strange silence when I took my seat in front of the counter and drowned my mood in vodka. There, at the bottom of my empty glass, I created my pity party. I always felt like a worthless piece of shit, but it was more often my special skill than my weakness like it was now. I never felt bothered until moments like these, where I had to shut down.
    My brother's taunting hasn't changed over the years, not at all. He had no sympathy for me when she passed. He only looked smug while I was frozen in stupid shock. We all expected her to live longer than she did, and she should have. I still remember the soft feel of her hands from her last moments, worn with work and cold with weakness. I remembered holding her hand until I felt the muscles give up; until the life left her body.
    Mother was so surprised by how long grief has had its grip on me. She would tell me that several decades had to have been enough time to get over it, but I wasn't mourning, I told her. I was pissed. Like the bitch she was, she only tossed me a skeptical gaze as if to say I was lying, to both her and myself. I remember her eyes looked so worried when I wanted to be alone, worried like Marcie's when she knew that I was so often alone.
    My lips curled into a snarl when a man approached to take the seat next to me at the bar, and he caught the glint of too many sharp teeth in my mouth, too many to be human, and so he quickly left me alone. Predictable, I thought. Humans are so pointless.
    I looked down to my pity party again, down at my empty glass. I thought, If I were human and I crushed this glass in my hand, and I curled my pale fingers around the base, then I would bleed. That would never truly happen to me, but in the seventeenth century I wished so desperately that it could. The fact that I once wished for so much weakness in myself embarrassed me. I was fooled, taken advantage of by a stupid human like any other, I reminded myself. Now I'm my original self, I'm the punisher, a trickster across the memories of thousands of victims who could live to spread their myths of me. Now I'm called...
    "Sith?"
    I closed my open hand into a fist quickly, shattering the empty glass I had been staring into. I wasn't bleeding, but my chest began to ache like my heart was being twisted. I felt the stares of startled customers begin to bore into me, but the only stare which made me stiffen was hers. I looked up from the shards to see her jade eyes from across the bar counter, watching my eyes as my pupils constricted to cat-like slits. The sight of her standing before me in her old-fashioned, cotton-spun work skirts was so surreal. My grasp on reality, any reality, was slipping. I grit my teeth as I began to emphasize with my victims over the decades, feeling the pain that they must have felt from my punishment and trickery.
    Still, I looked at her oval face like it was real. Her cheeks were rounded with baby fat in her youth, just how I remembered her. I could see that mole on her delicate neck, and the faintest scar riding along the base of her jawline from that incident with the cattle. Her lips, rose petal pink, were turned with worry. I hated the light in her emerald eyes that pretended she was alive. I felt corned by her image that stood before me, pretending to be real. Taunting me. I couldn't love something so temporary again.
  • Listening to: Young The Giant - Amerika
  • Reading: my terrible writing
  • Watching: my duedates rushing up to meet me
  • Playing: nothing, i gotta study. shit what am I doing
  • Eating: im so full
  • Drinking: lots of water
(I'm trying to get better at putting my writing out there, so I found this in one of my old notebooks and thought it was interesting enough)

    She had a dream about him again. It really wasn't the first time it happened and it really wasn't the first time she had such a ridiculous, flowery, nonsensical dream about him (not that many of her dreams made sense). But she was still surprised and confused with herself because while the occurrence of such a dream was no surprise, the reason for it was unclear. It was typical of her to dream, mostly, of things that bothered her--typically enough for to take up the duration of an anxious and bothered day, however this dream seemed to skip this step.
    She did think of him most days, at least for a moment, provoked by his facebook status, instagram notifications, or other such reminders of him. And enough substantial thought of him would paint a vivid picture in her unconscious: balconies strangled with ivy, dry beaches, algae-lined cement pools on a cloudy summer day, muddy ballgown dresses or grassy riverbanks beneath the cliff, accompanied by calm midnight waters and neon plastic sunglasses. Her unconscious, at these moments, embarrassed her. Though she wanted very much to discuss and understand her dreams with someone, she didn't want anyone to have evidence of her weakness to use against her, or of such fantasy-driven, girly thought so unlike the dominant, almost boyish, don't-think-I-won't-crush-you-beneath-my-boot, way she would present herself.
    And it was ridiculous to think that just a boy could do this to her mind and fold her inside out, so that her vulnerability was open to the outside. But at the same time, he wasn't just a boy. He was an incredibly unique person to her perspective, where people could remind her of other people, and the reminder was easily interchangeable, but people reminded her of him, and he reminded her of no one but himself.
    And the name, the name. His name. She couldn't get over his name. She always appreciated names and stressed the importance of names. She loved his name, she told him. She loved the sound of it, she still does. She could say it out loud, again and again, and not tire of it. She waited for that moment of familiarity you would get from a person, the one which made their names stagnant, stale sounds, in comparison to the first moments of knowing them. But today she still tries not to say his name, because the feeling it gave her has never changed, and every time her lips made that shape, she missed him.
  • Listening to: CRUISR - Take That
  • Reading: the screen
  • Watching: my duedates rushing up to meet me
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: cookies maybe
  • Drinking: im dehydrated
I wanted to do this also with my faves
totally didn't steal it from Lia

Sith: "The definition of freedom, an antisocial dickhead who doesn't understand his own feelings."
Cleyton Dalton: "Sunshine smile with stunning patience, who gets back up every time he's pushed down."
Kay Colburn: "Angry and bullheaded, she has no time for stupid things like love."
Witt: "The shy and reserved nerd who wishes he wasn't so shy and wishes people liked him more."
Jack Holman: "A tall, gentle giant who tries to give the world the best he can offer."
Aengus Holman: "An irresponsible pri-I mean, a young father with a rushed life who takes on more responsibilities than he can handle."
Em: "An anonymous identity with a duty to the underground."
Rowan: "A social butterfly who just wants to enjoy the world as best he can, but is always shown the darker sides of things."
Cecil: "A world-turning doctor with a duty to her research, she doesn't give a shit about anything else."
Jaylene Linnea: "A young girl who at one point had everything going for her, and now has to cope with her knee replacement obstructing her original goals in life."
Mercedes Rem: "The hippie, druggie lesbian who lives on the beach of Santa Monica, happy to have the little things she does."
Hannah Stratton: "An illusionist who could be anything, could do anything, but only wants so desperately to be human."
Fitzgerald Dupont: "A young son of a noble composer in the 18th century London, he has to cope with the lowest of lows in order to survive."
Shekki Angove: "A child-like madwoman who follows no social norms and kidnapped Fitzgerald as her companion."
Laira Jett: "A punk wannabe with a big, but fragile, heart."
Marciela Laroche: "An innocent peasant girl who wishes for nothing more than the company of her family."
Clarissa Holman: "The loud, blonde bombshell who will definitely kick your ass or be your best friend."
Katsu Mallory: "A half demon who constantly struggles being in the in-between."
Ashton North: "The half comatose, apathetic mystery who sleeps in every class and somehow still gets top scores."
Eric(Flip) Beckham: "The freckled redheaded candy-shop boy who pulls taffy in the display window and uses formal language."
Vickie Beckham: "The fun aunt who never had children but is the best mother figure Flip could have."
Kara Cabel: "The bold, leather-clad and spike borne punk who you might have thought was all bark and no bite."
Landon Coiner: "The dumb-blonde memelord who likes to go fast and gets himself into trouble."
Silvia Dahles: "The quiet, tiny girl who tries to keep everything together despite the weight of the entire world's potential on her shoulders."

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Stell
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I draw sometimes.
Best you don't request anything- I'm so lazy I only get things done an eternity later.

I'm crazy about music--
I love Arctic Monkeys and The 1975 (and The Black Keys <3 )
Interests
  • Listening to: Kasabian - Processed Beats
  • Reading: my terrible writing
  • Watching: my duedates rushing up to meet me
  • Playing: nothing, i gotta study. shit what am I doing
  • Eating: I want to snack but I must stay strong
  • Drinking: lots of water
    I was in love with Marciela Belle Laroche and my brother taunted me for it. He called me an imbecile for "loving something so temporary", he said. He had nothing else to say when I gave him the finger.
    Marcie was more than just some plain old human. Humans were always dull playthings who broke too quickly, but Marcie, she stood out. I swore, she was untouched by greed and malice in a way unlike every human I've encountered over the centuries. She was bull-headed and unfazed by regular human distractions, so dedicated and pure in her few desires that she had for herself. And though she was beautiful, she was weathered as well, constantly reminding me that she was real. She amazed me constantly, that girl. She made me feel so wretched and undeserving in the way that she loved me.
    She was blind, clueless to the vile blackness that I was, and I was happy for it. I wanted to cast away the names that I had been given for the terrors I have wreaked on Earth. Beelzebub, Lucifer, Hades... no, those names were not ideal. The only name I wanted to have was Eric, it sounded best on her lips.
    Hours ago, I made her a flower crown. I attempted to be as human about it as I could, and so it turned out vaguely lopsided, but she seemed to prefer it that way. She liked to lay on the simple grass beneath the simple shade, breathing in that common breeze. Earlier, we had talked about something that sounded suspiciously like marriage, and I knew that she had hung her grandmother's brass ring on a grass string beneath her blouse. She thought she was alone when she had hidden it.
    She uttered my name on her rose petal lips as she pinched the tied end of her grass necklace. She soon met her jade eyes with my own hazel ones, noting my crooked smile before gazing downwards and noting our wordless exchange. For her grandmother's brass ring on her neck, I offered my simple silver ring in my hand. She smiled back at me, and that was when I knew that I would always love her.
 ~~~
    I only think about the time Marcie and I got married when I'm drunk. And when I say drunk, I don't mean a couple beers on a Friday with a face-splitting smile and enough enthusiasm to make the night last. I mean that I made a beeline for the bar with little intent to speak to anyone or make eye contact because I was in enough of a bad mood that it was nearly a visible aura. The bartender was the only individual in the room who seemed to understand my strange silence when I took my seat in front of the counter and drowned my mood in vodka. There, at the bottom of my empty glass, I created my pity party. I always felt like a worthless piece of shit, but it was more often my special skill than my weakness like it was now. I never felt bothered until moments like these, where I had to shut down.
    My brother's taunting hasn't changed over the years, not at all. He had no sympathy for me when she passed. He only looked smug while I was frozen in stupid shock. We all expected her to live longer than she did, and she should have. I still remember the soft feel of her hands from her last moments, worn with work and cold with weakness. I remembered holding her hand until I felt the muscles give up; until the life left her body.
    Mother was so surprised by how long grief has had its grip on me. She would tell me that several decades had to have been enough time to get over it, but I wasn't mourning, I told her. I was pissed. Like the bitch she was, she only tossed me a skeptical gaze as if to say I was lying, to both her and myself. I remember her eyes looked so worried when I wanted to be alone, worried like Marcie's when she knew that I was so often alone.
    My lips curled into a snarl when a man approached to take the seat next to me at the bar, and he caught the glint of too many sharp teeth in my mouth, too many to be human, and so he quickly left me alone. Predictable, I thought. Humans are so pointless.
    I looked down to my pity party again, down at my empty glass. I thought, If I were human and I crushed this glass in my hand, and I curled my pale fingers around the base, then I would bleed. That would never truly happen to me, but in the seventeenth century I wished so desperately that it could. The fact that I once wished for so much weakness in myself embarrassed me. I was fooled, taken advantage of by a stupid human like any other, I reminded myself. Now I'm my original self, I'm the punisher, a trickster across the memories of thousands of victims who could live to spread their myths of me. Now I'm called...
    "Sith?"
    I closed my open hand into a fist quickly, shattering the empty glass I had been staring into. I wasn't bleeding, but my chest began to ache like my heart was being twisted. I felt the stares of startled customers begin to bore into me, but the only stare which made me stiffen was hers. I looked up from the shards to see her jade eyes from across the bar counter, watching my eyes as my pupils constricted to cat-like slits. The sight of her standing before me in her old-fashioned, cotton-spun work skirts was so surreal. My grasp on reality, any reality, was slipping. I grit my teeth as I began to emphasize with my victims over the decades, feeling the pain that they must have felt from my punishment and trickery.
    Still, I looked at her oval face like it was real. Her cheeks were rounded with baby fat in her youth, just how I remembered her. I could see that mole on her delicate neck, and the faintest scar riding along the base of her jawline from that incident with the cattle. Her lips, rose petal pink, were turned with worry. I hated the light in her emerald eyes that pretended she was alive. I felt corned by her image that stood before me, pretending to be real. Taunting me. I couldn't love something so temporary again.
  • Listening to: Young The Giant - Amerika
  • Reading: my terrible writing
  • Watching: my duedates rushing up to meet me
  • Playing: nothing, i gotta study. shit what am I doing
  • Eating: im so full
  • Drinking: lots of water
(I'm trying to get better at putting my writing out there, so I found this in one of my old notebooks and thought it was interesting enough)

    She had a dream about him again. It really wasn't the first time it happened and it really wasn't the first time she had such a ridiculous, flowery, nonsensical dream about him (not that many of her dreams made sense). But she was still surprised and confused with herself because while the occurrence of such a dream was no surprise, the reason for it was unclear. It was typical of her to dream, mostly, of things that bothered her--typically enough for to take up the duration of an anxious and bothered day, however this dream seemed to skip this step.
    She did think of him most days, at least for a moment, provoked by his facebook status, instagram notifications, or other such reminders of him. And enough substantial thought of him would paint a vivid picture in her unconscious: balconies strangled with ivy, dry beaches, algae-lined cement pools on a cloudy summer day, muddy ballgown dresses or grassy riverbanks beneath the cliff, accompanied by calm midnight waters and neon plastic sunglasses. Her unconscious, at these moments, embarrassed her. Though she wanted very much to discuss and understand her dreams with someone, she didn't want anyone to have evidence of her weakness to use against her, or of such fantasy-driven, girly thought so unlike the dominant, almost boyish, don't-think-I-won't-crush-you-beneath-my-boot, way she would present herself.
    And it was ridiculous to think that just a boy could do this to her mind and fold her inside out, so that her vulnerability was open to the outside. But at the same time, he wasn't just a boy. He was an incredibly unique person to her perspective, where people could remind her of other people, and the reminder was easily interchangeable, but people reminded her of him, and he reminded her of no one but himself.
    And the name, the name. His name. She couldn't get over his name. She always appreciated names and stressed the importance of names. She loved his name, she told him. She loved the sound of it, she still does. She could say it out loud, again and again, and not tire of it. She waited for that moment of familiarity you would get from a person, the one which made their names stagnant, stale sounds, in comparison to the first moments of knowing them. But today she still tries not to say his name, because the feeling it gave her has never changed, and every time her lips made that shape, she missed him.
  • Listening to: CRUISR - Take That
  • Reading: the screen
  • Watching: my duedates rushing up to meet me
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: cookies maybe
  • Drinking: im dehydrated
I wanted to do this also with my faves
totally didn't steal it from Lia

Sith: "The definition of freedom, an antisocial dickhead who doesn't understand his own feelings."
Cleyton Dalton: "Sunshine smile with stunning patience, who gets back up every time he's pushed down."
Kay Colburn: "Angry and bullheaded, she has no time for stupid things like love."
Witt: "The shy and reserved nerd who wishes he wasn't so shy and wishes people liked him more."
Jack Holman: "A tall, gentle giant who tries to give the world the best he can offer."
Aengus Holman: "An irresponsible pri-I mean, a young father with a rushed life who takes on more responsibilities than he can handle."
Em: "An anonymous identity with a duty to the underground."
Rowan: "A social butterfly who just wants to enjoy the world as best he can, but is always shown the darker sides of things."
Cecil: "A world-turning doctor with a duty to her research, she doesn't give a shit about anything else."
Jaylene Linnea: "A young girl who at one point had everything going for her, and now has to cope with her knee replacement obstructing her original goals in life."
Mercedes Rem: "The hippie, druggie lesbian who lives on the beach of Santa Monica, happy to have the little things she does."
Hannah Stratton: "An illusionist who could be anything, could do anything, but only wants so desperately to be human."
Fitzgerald Dupont: "A young son of a noble composer in the 18th century London, he has to cope with the lowest of lows in order to survive."
Shekki Angove: "A child-like madwoman who follows no social norms and kidnapped Fitzgerald as her companion."
Laira Jett: "A punk wannabe with a big, but fragile, heart."
Marciela Laroche: "An innocent peasant girl who wishes for nothing more than the company of her family."
Clarissa Holman: "The loud, blonde bombshell who will definitely kick your ass or be your best friend."
Katsu Mallory: "A half demon who constantly struggles being in the in-between."
Ashton North: "The half comatose, apathetic mystery who sleeps in every class and somehow still gets top scores."
Eric(Flip) Beckham: "The freckled redheaded candy-shop boy who pulls taffy in the display window and uses formal language."
Vickie Beckham: "The fun aunt who never had children but is the best mother figure Flip could have."
Kara Cabel: "The bold, leather-clad and spike borne punk who you might have thought was all bark and no bite."
Landon Coiner: "The dumb-blonde memelord who likes to go fast and gets himself into trouble."
Silvia Dahles: "The quiet, tiny girl who tries to keep everything together despite the weight of the entire world's potential on her shoulders."
  • Listening to: Dangerous - LEFT BOY
  • Reading: the screen
  • Watching: Catstar playing WoW
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: beef ramen
  • Drinking: its 85 degrees and im dehydrated
ABOUT ME

Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Food: Sake nigiri
Favorite Female Disney Character: Ariel
Favorite Male Disney Character: Hades
Favorite Season: Winter/Fall

THIS OR THAT

Ocean or Space: Ocean
Apartment or House: Apartment
Coffee or Tea: Coffee
Books or Movies: Books
Fruits or Veggies: either
Vanilla or Chocolate: Chocolate
Smoothie or Milkshake: ew 
Blueberries or Strawberries: Blueberries

*If You're Tagged, Complete & Tag Three Or More People. There Are NO Tag-Backs And You Can't Break The Chain.

^ You know what. Fuck you, I'll do what I want.
  • Listening to: Bloody Shirt - To Kill A King (Bastille remix)
  • Reading: the screen
  • Watching: ...the screen
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: latte
If you aren't already aware- some of my ocs have had tumblrs for a while
You can ask them questions if you want, and they'll give you written responses : D 

Sith: devilish-xx.tumblr.com/

Landon: p-alidocious.tumblr.com/

Jaylene: bluejay-oceanspray.tumblr.com/

Jack: seventeenth-song.tumblr.com/

Mercedes: tokyoprincess.tumblr.com/

Let me know if you think another OC of mine should have a blog too

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Courtbeth Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Kao Emoji-17 (Happy Birthday Alt) [V1] Birthday cupcake 
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Happy birthday young lady~~
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belated thank you : D
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meme cittyyyy n you be pretty c:
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thank ^^
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mhmm :D
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Ask box: For any/all/some of your OC's: What is love? 
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Ask Box: So Jaylene, what do yo think of Blaise? 
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOpQdz…

Landon reading his kids a bedtime story
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lol ye
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Happy birthday lady~~
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ty ^^
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Thank you for the favs! :halfliquid:
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hE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED
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^_^ Thanks for the favorites!~*~*~
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:0 yw
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You and all the favoriting, Yeash ^_^ thank you
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Kenjisama Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday lady~~
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Kayllalla Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
^^ ty
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