#stellarverse

[stellar-quirks]

AGH i'm so nervous posting this, but i attempted to draw one of my MHA sonas/oc's!

i don't have a name for her yet, and this is just the first design idea, but i hope The Vision is there. if it wasn't obvious enough already, her quirk is stellar power...quick, act surprised! i am aware it is somewhat similar to aoyama's quirk HAHA, but listen, the star themes must be exploited more. also, her quirk doesn't make her tummy hurt.

more info under the cut!

while trying to think of her concept, i thought about those witchy/mage characters and designs. i was so happy to find pinterest images of blue and yellow dresses. most of these are lace/mesh, ruffled, metallic (for the accents), and intricately designed. i did my best to merge everything, but alas, i must continue practicing HAHAHA

(i really blanked for the lower half and the belt area. i hope something will come to me the longer i stare at it and look for inspo lol!)

also, i'm putting her in 1A (grape boy doesn't exist) andddd she is paired romantically with iida tenya. <3 she is mainly good friends with midoriya, uraraka, iida, tsuyu, and yaoyorozu; but, she still has good relationships with the rest of the class.

anyway, more self-ship and oc lore to come soon! ^-^ *in my mha stellarverse, oc and selfship lore are going to be equivalent most of the time

[stellar-haikyuu]

hiiii stell 🤩 how are you and ennoshita working as a PT and SLP (professionally and…well, privately)? what’s the dynamic? your favorite parts about it? gimme all the yume deets >:)

OH MY GOD. took me a while to answer this but YAYAYAYAYAYAY finally, we have: ennoshita chikara (22) physical therapist and stellar (22) speech-language pathologist!

commission drawn by holograpeach on ig

i went into a deep dive on which sendai universities have both physical therapy and speech-language pathology programs. i settled on tohoku bunka gakuen university. ngl i'm so jealous of their facilities and their uni-owned clinic...so cute :,)

both their PT and SLP programs are 4 years long and have internships, similar to my uni's programs. BUT in terms of my lore, i still follow my own uni's curriculum and structure!

also, ennoshita graduates on time (4 years) while i stay back for one semester (4.5 years), which is similar to my irl situation.

the reason we ended up going to the same university was because we did college searches together and talked about which careers would suit us! we applied to multiple colleges, but the one i listed up there was the goal.

fun fact, he confessed to me on HS graduation day and did the cliché giving-your-crush-your-second-button thing. i also ended up cutting the second button from my uniform blouse and giving it to him when we got home.

have i mentioned that we're neighbors? LOL we travel to school together (and have been doing so since grade school). this also means that our dates are easier due to proximity & our families being close!

so in uni, we shared some subjects for non-major/interdisciplinary courses (research in allied health professions, community practice, evidence-based practice). then during senior year/internship year, we had two similar rotations where we worked as co-interns.

*each numbered column represents a 2-month period! those split in half are equivalent to a month. some are 1 month straight, or 2 months with a midweek split between sites

for pediatric setting, chikara and i had chances to work on a similar client who had gross motor and speech difficulties.

in the community-based setting, we lived together with our other co-interns at the chosen community's dedicated residential space. a lot of what we did was disability profiling and needs assessment.

there is an asterisk on the hospital because that's where i decided to stop and take a break due to mental health. i also requested a change to "slower" settings and care centers, which worked!

after graduation, chikara has decided to pursue sports and hospital rehabilitation. meanwhile, i primarily work in pediatric practice.

i am still wondering if i open a pediatric center in the future with colleagues. chikara might be a PT consultant there too for complex cases involving motor skills, but i see him continuing to work primarily with adolescents and adults.

in general, we both have thoughts of teaching at our university as well. sometime in the future, perhaps, when we gain more experience and are able to sustain ourselves more independently. not sure if i'd do a full-time position, but mentorships and clinical supervision for sure!

although speech-language pathology and physical therapy are different areas, we have overlapping clients. truth be told, there are a lot of considerations for clients with physical conditions or disabilities that aren't always explicitly taught. gross and fine motor skills aren't part of our scope, so this is where having a PT as a partner comes in handy (at least for gross motor stuff lol)!

fun facts: so when we teach clients about movement, we often start with the proximal (body parts closest to our core/center) to distal (going outwards, furthest parts of our body such as our fingers). so, before we can demand precise movements from limbs, hands/feet, and even our mouth, we need to ensure our core is stable. otherwise, it's shaky foundations all around. ennoshita's great at helping me with clients that have prominent core difficulties, such as some people with cerebral palsy (CP). the better the core stability, the better the produced speech.

on the flip side, i give ennoshita lots of advice for clients with communication difficulties. this shows up in clients with down syndrome, CP, post-stroke, or post-traumatic brain injury. usually, i give him strategies like alternate forms of communication (pictures, writing, typing, facial expressions, gestures) if speaking alone doesn't suffice (i.e., his client has difficulty speaking and/or understanding the speech of others).

so yeah, lots of interdisciplinary collaboration going on! and even if we don't share patients, it's great to have another person to share ideas with. i find that constantly thinking alone makes me more doubtful of myself too aaaa!

now, for the more personal aspect, ennoshita and i are still pretty anxious people. a lot of people do put their trust in us and it can be pressuring when we aren't sure if we're doing everything right or not.

addressing patient needs is never a one-size fits all thing, so we are still left with the need to make clinical judgments in unique situations. we have protocols and general principles, but how they're applied and delivered differs.

beyond the work expectations, ennoshita and i generally take many of things to heart. we think a lot about what others say and do involving us. it takes a lot out of us to consistently show up when things get challenging, and we try very very hard to keep it together. it is a genuine blessing that we understand each other better than anyone else.

and so, ennoshita and i ensure that we both have ample time to be together and time to be ourselves. hobby and rest times are also recognized as a must, not a reward for work.

we've grown very perceptive of each other's behavioral cues. i know when ennoshita's being a little stubborn and hiding how he feels about a personal problem from everyone. i get it, because i'm like that too.

i learn how to give him enough space for independence, while also reminding him that i'm there and willing to help whenever. he does the same for me. we've also learned not to be too tolerant of each other's avoidance; patience is important, but we also need a little nudge forward via tough love. :)

[stellar-kaiju]

steshina ☆ stellar + hoshina

division 3 co-workers to lovers. vice-captain + pathologist and researcher. frontliner and medic. attempting to keep their composure in front of others. secret relationship but everyone assumes they're dating anyway. constant worrying about each other. the first to notice when the other is missing. "duty comes first." a tug-of-war between logic and emotions. fear of loss and the future. making the most of each moment. promising to tell each other everything and share burdens.

"you always looked so good in your uniform." hoshina wearing compression shirts on purpose, while stellar tries and fails to look away. stellar closely monitoring hoshina's vitals in the operation room. hoshina using a secret code to communicate personal messages to stellar during missions. hoshina explaining sword techniques and weapon features. late night sessions in the training room or in the laboratory. "you should sleeping." "there's no time." stellar yaps about new kaiju and biological discoveries. heart-to-hearts after difficult missions. locking doors to avoid getting caught together.

[youarestellarverse]

WIP Wednesday 3fer special!

Allusions to kink under the cut, but nothing explicit.

Here In Our Bed chapter 22:

"Motherfucker—!"  Percy jerks awake at the sound of Jason's voice. For a second, he's confused— he can't quite remember what he was dreaming about, but he knows Jason and  Annabeth were both in it; he's used to the latter discussing the former with no small amount of vitriol, but the swearing is unusual— then his brain catches up to reality, and he notices Jason's sitting up and clutching at his mid-back.  "Damn it," Percy mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. He frees himself from the tangle of blankets enough to reach behind Jason and retrieve the first aid kit from the nightstand— still mostly full, but the cold packs are both gone. Damn it, indeed. "You hurt yourself picking me up, didn't you? I fucking knew I saw you wincing."  Jason doesn't respond. He won't meet Percy's eyes either, which is deeply weird and unsettling. I had lunch with Juno today.  Percy deflates. He chews, guilty, at the inside of his cheek as he presses his fingers into the same spot Jason's digging at. It feels like a collection of tiny pebbles, rigid to the touch. The pressure draws a sharp hiss. "It's not that bad," Jason lies poorly. His jaw is clenched so hard it makes Percy's clench in sympathy just by looking at him.  "Honey, I say this in the gentlest, kindest way possible." Percy rests his chin on Jason's shoulder and keeps rubbing at his back. "You're so full of shit I can smell it."  Jason snorts with laughter, but doesn't object to the massage. That's all Percy needs to know about how bad it is.  "Nothing a toradol injection won't fix."  "If by 'fix', you mean 'temporarily patch together with a wad of gum and frantic prayers', sure."  Jason goes quiet. Percy swallows his guilt and focuses on getting his infuriatingly stoic boyfriend up and ready for physical therapy.  By the time they kiss goodbye, the atmosphere is a little less tense. Jason understands, like he always does, that Percy's not trying to give him a hard time; he's just fed up with the whole mess. They both are, and they both know it.  But when Jason leaves, he takes the comfort with him, leaving Percy cold and alone in the front hall. Thalia stayed at her not-girlfriend's place last night, and her absence makes the apartment feel as empty as a mausoleum.  Percy runs a shaking hand over his face. Then he pours himself a second mug of coffee and heads back into Jason's bedroom.   Bessie's still in the pocket of his jeans. He fishes it out and flips it open, thumb dialing a sequence so familiar he can't even read those buttons anymore.  It rings once, and the voice on the other side immediately brings back his sense of warmth.  "Hey, Mom." He smiles despite himself.  "Can I come over? I need to talk." 

The Triangular Seduction of Leo Valdez:

"I'm sorry—" "Stop apologizing or I'll find the bit gag," Frank threatens drowsily, his hand spanning Leo's whole hip and part of Hazel's upper thigh. "Hazel told you before we got started that neither one of us has a problem with this." "I can't speak for my husband," Hazel agrees, gently wiping off the newest round of tears from Leo's cheek. "But I think it's incredibly sweet. You're so scared to cry in front of people like this, but you're doing it anyway, for us. That's amazing, Leo." "You can speak for me most of the time," Frank corrects, his arm heavy and secure like a weighted blanket. Leo's tucked between them, about chest height, so Frank can lean forward and easily kiss his wife— which he immediately follows up with by pressing his mouth to the top of Leo's head. Kinda like passing it on. "I don't know why," Leo manages, sniffing hard. Hazel holds a tissue to his nose, and he tries not to care how hard it makes him blush; no one's done that for him since he was maybe five. "It's like— I guess I kinda feel like we already did a lot of the scary parts, you know? Before we were— before this week." Fuck. It's not even the first time the three of them have spent a hazy vacation sharing the same mattress. Apparently, they both follow Leo's logic, because Hazel hides a giggle in his shoulder and Frank pulls back again to look him in the eye. "Yeah, when we asked Pipes and Ruby for advice on how to seduce you, they immediately reminded us that you third-wheeled our honeymoon and we all had a blast." "Meaning we probably didn't have to get too fancy," Hazel adds sweetly. "Just a joint and a firepit—" "—and a lie about needing help getting ready for a stay-in date," Leo realizes, his insides going fizzy like champagne. "You set me up. This whole thing was for me, not Frank's birthday." "Dawn breaks over Marblehead," Frank teases. "We should bring you to Marblehead sometime. It's beautiful out there."

Talking In Your Sleep (epilogue)

After lunch, they walk along the street for a little while, browsing in the windows of all the artisan shops and tourist traps. Percy and Estelle are equally excited to discover a store with a banner across the awning: Starlight Toys, Grand Opening.  Percy challenges his sister to a race (paused, of course, to look both ways and walk slowly through the crosswalk), which he lets her win with raucous applause and celebrates by scooping her into the air while she screams with laughter.  Jason holds the door while they file into the shop, Estelle sitting on Percy's hip. Their parents follow after, Sally kissing Jason's cheek and Paul patting his shoulder in thanks.  By the time Jason brings up the rear, Percy and Estelle are already by the counter. Percy's crouched down to his sister's height so she can see what he's holding— which, on a closer look, is a pair of sea otter figurines carved from what appears to be driftwood. "—so when they go to sleep in the ocean, they hold hands to make sure they don't float away from each other." Percy demonstrates with the toys by linking their paws neatly together. "Isn't that cute?"  Estelle gasps in wonderment, reaching out to gently touch one of the little wooden snouts.  "Otter hold hands?"  "Yeah, just like people do." Percy catches Jason's eye over his sister's head and winks. "It makes them feel safe and keeps them together."  ("Have you ever noticed that holding hands is your go-to comfort action?")  It wasn't until Percy pointed it out that Jason made the connection: when he was little and upset, Thalia would link their fingers and squeeze, and it would remind him there was someone there who loved him. That he was safe and they were together, like sea otters snoozing in the waves.  Estelle is curious and confident and happy, testing her limits because she knows there's someone there to scoop her up if she falls. Jason can't remember a time when he didn't have a sense that something was wrong: that no matter how tightly his sister held him, she couldn't make the ice they were walking on any thicker, and if it broke, they'd still crash through.  "KITTY!"  Estelle snaps Jason out of his rumination with a squeal. She scampers up to him and throws her arms around his leg, pointing. "JJ, look! Kitty!"  Sure enough, there's a small gray tabby sitting on the counter, licking its paw. It looks at Jason, then yawns, exposing sharp white teeth and a rough pink tongue. Little hands yank at his jeans, so he picks Estelle up and sits her on his hip.  "They like when you blink slowly at them," he tells her, something Leo told him last winter after adopting his giant tripod cat Buford. "It's like blowing them kisses in kitty-speak. You're saying 'I'm relaxed around you. You make me feel safe.'"  (Maybe he should have expected it, but it still makes Jason blush when Percy catches his gaze, closes his eyes, and holds for a second before opening them again.)  "Nice kitty," Estelle coos, bracing herself on Jason's arm so she can lean forward.  "His name is Small Bob. I found him in the dumpster out back when he was a kitten." 

[stellarverseoffical]

Stellar Verse Official!

Hello! I'm Stellar, Creator and writer of @stellarremnantsau and my official blog is @stellarstudios999 Stellar Remnant's takes place in a full-on multiverse of my making, and I have a lot more characters and stories that I want to talk about in the future, so this blog is just going to be here for when I need it. (Note that a lot of my characters CAN exist in other multiverses, but this is their origins.) More coming soon!

[stellar-bluelock]

ꕤ Hi! I'm Stellar. I interact from @stellar-headquarters (see other fandoms I write for here). This account is 14+. Reblogged content is tagged by character. For original posts:

#stellarwrites for my fics

#stellarverse for my self-ships and oc's

#stellarspeaks for my blue lock rambles

#stellarreplies for responses to asks

for au's: #idol au

ꕤ fic masterlist ꕤ self-ships and oc masterlist

[pigeonlearnstodraw]

Ruby again!

I'm pretty sure I screwed up the kanji for Friday; i always sucked at it for some reason, I practice my Japanese via writing dates for enclosure enrichment shh

I'm slowly clawing my way thru this plateau. Slowly. Thanks for your patience, all. 😭

[renee-ruby-j]

[image description: a purple banner that has the words "work in progress" on it. end of description]

@ternaryflower53 inspired this with a lovely comment on the boudoir photoshoot fic appreciating my personal favorite bit to write: supportive big sister Thalia!

I proceeded to run away with it. Whoops.

Without further ado:

Untitled Thundersibs Coming-Out Fic!

Hey. There's something important I need to tell you. Can you come over sometime soon? Don't worry; I'm okay.

Thalia tries not to let herself catastrophize as she drives, but it's surprisingly difficult. Typically, when Jason needs to talk, he'll just use his key: she'll find him in her kitchen banging a tray of macarons on the counter, and he'll get whatever it is out of his system while he bakes and leave the treats with her to distribute among the girls at the shelter. 

He's nervous about something. Nervous about her reaction. He wanted to prepare in advance, be on his home turf. 

"He is not dying," Thalia mutters to herself, her jaw clenched. "If he were dying, they would have found it when they were testing him last year. It's just the fibro. He's just too tired to come to you." 

That line of thinking is better, but it still doesn't help much. Ever since his most recent knee surgery, Jason has been feeling sickly and under the weather; on bad days, he can't even stand to be touched without flinching, which throws most of Thalia's methods of comforting him out the window and leaves her helpless. 

There's nothing she can do to fix his pain. She can't soothe it away with a kiss. She wishes desperately that she could take it from him, suffer it so he doesn't have to. He's suffered more than enough already. 

She pulls into his driveway, her heart fluttering in her throat like a terrified hummingbird, and parks Medusa behind Jason's blue minivan. There's a bumper sticker on the back. 

If you can read this, you're too f**king close!

It probably came from Nico, whose PT cruiser is next to Percy's bike in the open garage. Of course they're both home; Nico doesn't have class on Fridays, and Percy's on the closing shift at Spectrum. 

"Stop it," Thalia whispers to herself. "If it was something bad, he wouldn't have told you he's okay. Calm down." 

(She doesn't quite believe herself. Jason's not exactly the type to let on when something's wrong; telling her not to worry is almost reflexive for him, at this point.) 

If it is bad, he'll need her. That thought is enough to kick her into movement. 

Her mind races as she gets out of the car and squelches through the mud to the front porch. It's a good thing she wore boots today, but she always forgets how much colder it is outside the city, and her black jean jacket is too thin for the salty air. 

At least it gives her a reason to be trembling slightly as she rings the doorbell. 

Percy's the one who answers. He's flushed, but he's smiling as he pulls open the door, paneled in stained glass, which is a good sign. If something was wrong, he'd know, possibly even before Jason did. 

"Shoes off so Nico doesn't kill me," he says cheerfully, dragging her into a hug once she's inside. "Your baby's just getting dressed. We were thinking we'd have coffee here, then hit the new Thai place downtown, if that's cool with you."

The embrace lingers for a second, and Thalia pretends she doesn't appreciate the warmth. She nods against Percy's shoulder, clears her throat and steps back. 

"Are you making the coffee?" 

"Of course I am." Percy heads for the kitchen while Thalia crouches down to unlace her boots, calling over his shoulder so she can still hear. "I'm only banned from touching the espresso machine before ten in the morning, and it's past noon. Mocha, right? Double shot, half and half?" 

He says it casually, but it's proof that she's not hiding her tension. They're a lot alike in a lot of ways, including their caffeine habits; he knows it'll calm her down, but he also knows she'd rather not admit it. 

"Sounds good," she answers, glad he can't see her smile. 

She leaves her muddy boots by the door and pads into the living room on socked feet. The couch is empty. She can hear new wave music upstairs (probably Nico in his study), movement from Jason and Percy's bedroom just down the hall, and the hissing of steam from the kitchen. 

It's okay. He's okay. He's fine. 

The door to Jason's room opens. She hears the jangling of a collar and her baby brother's sweet, soft voice as he talks to the dog. She can't quite make out the words, but she can tell that she was right; he's nervous. 

She wants to get up and run to him, throw her arms around him and pull him tight and tell him everything will be okay. She forces herself to let him gather whatever courage he needs to, to wait for him to come to her. 

She sees Mrs. O'Leary first, her huge tongue lolling from her mouth as she trots into the living room entryway. Jason follows closely behind, using her to brace his weight. 

No. To brace her weight. 

That's a woman, standing shyly in the doorway with her dog at her side. 

She's tall, with long blonde hair that falls in soft waves over her shoulders. The dress she's wearing is simple, but elegant, made of white fabric patterned in pink and purple roses. Her feet are bare; the dress looks handmade, but shoes are going to be a little trickier for her, as big as she is. 

Her eyes, lined with gray liner and shimmering with pearlescent silver shadow, are wide and lovely and terrified. 

The instant relief is so strong that Thalia bursts out laughing without meaning to. Before her sister (holy shit, she has a sister) can get the wrong idea, Thalia springs to her feet and strides over and hugs her, as tightly as she can. 

"Oh, honey, I thought— you scared the fuck out of me; I thought you were going to tell me something was wrong!" 

All at once, her baby sibling relaxes like a popped balloon. Mostly, anyway; her arms stay where they are, locked tight around Thalia's waist. 

"I don't know why I was nervous about how you'd react. Percy kept telling me it would be okay. I should have listened to him." 

"Rubes, we've been over this. That's your dad's fault, not yours." 

Thalia turns her head. Percy's in the opposite doorway, beaming from ear to ear, a mug in each hand. He looks proud, besotted and a little smug, and for once, she has absolutely no desire to question his ego. 

"Rubes?" 

"She goes by Ruby when she's in Girl Mode," Percy explains, venturing fully into the living room. "Two doubleshot mochas for my favorite pair of sisters." He sets the mugs on coasters to protect the coffee table and heads back into the kitchen, whistling something upbeat and in a major key. 

"Which isn't all the time," Ruby adds, blushing. "I'm trying out 'genderfluid' as a label, but I know for sure I'm nonbinary. I still have Jason days." 

"But sometimes, you have Ruby days, too," Thalia finishes, startled to hear herself choking up a little. She reaches up and gently cups Ruby's cheek. "Which is a beautiful name for my beautiful baby sister." 

"Tell her the rest," Percy calls, over the sounds of making his own coffee. 

Ruby takes Thalia's hand and leads them to the couch, Mrs. O'Leary following obediently beside her. 

Her eyes are misty. Thalia's heart thuds in her chest at the open emotion. 

"Actually, Ruby's my middle name. My first name is Renée, after the best mom a girl could ever ask for." 

The world stops spinning. All that exists is their hands, squeezing tight. 

Up until this moment, Thalia has mostly heard that name spoken in anger. Thalia Renée, are you listening to me? 

This time, this one single utterance, erases all of those memories and leaves behind nothing but joy. 

She breaks down sobbing, beyond any words more complex than I love you, thank you, I'm so happy for you. Ruby indulges all of it, laughing and trembling from what must be a ridiculous amount of left-over adrenaline, never loosening her grip. 

Mrs. O'Leary, bless her, even puts her enormous paw in Thalia's lap as though to console her. Not that she needs consolation; it's just that an emotion this huge can't help but spill over. 

The best mom a girl could ever ask for. 

"I guess I must have done a decent job," she sniffs after a few minutes, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. "I raised a pretty fucking kickass daughter, anyway." 

Ruby (it suits her; elegant and ladylike and vibrant) just beams back at her, still holding her hand.