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everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.
if you can’t see the symbol send ‘kiss mark emoji’.
What color is your aura?
Mauve
shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, bookmarks. your essence is mauve: you are enigmatic, a professional surface riddled with deep emotion. you indulge in teamwork only when you surface for air; you project a fractured image, just a glimpse of what others consider admirable. you are well-spoken and a cultivator of hobbies and projects. you are the aristocrat. you are the virtuoso. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of periwinkle, indigo, purple, and blue, who share your need for a guided purpose. you are also drawn to the determined wine and terracotta, who will help you grow and see there are others worth opening up to. however, you may struggle to get along with the aimless personalities of fire and chiffon who struggle with social savviness.
genuinely couldn't decide who was underrated
i adore it when they include the trailblazer with the stellaron hunters <3
Giacomo, batting his eyes at Kaeya as he sits down next to him at the bar- "Spare a poor jester a sip of wine, dear mister captain?"
So the troublemaker was back in town.
Kaeya had known this already, of course. in such a lax place as Mondstadt, gossip about anything or anyone coming or going was quick to spread like fire. It only helped that the individual that now spoke to him was exceedingly eye catching- also, ear catching, with the bells that were constantly jingling.
"Why, we can't have such a prestigious entertainer visiting our fair nation go thirsty, can we?" A quiet huff in place of a laugh, and Kaeya is waving over Charles to get Giacomo his own drink.
Archons know he'd take the rest of Kaeya's if he let him.
"Been busy keeping away, have you?"
@frostwnd's Advice
"Money can't solve all your problems but it can solve most of them, so make sure you spend it on the things that matter. Like me."
She's nodding sagely.
"I'm pretty sure my account can cover chicken nuggets for life without me noticing." Order as many as you want, Ashveil.
Friendship is a concept that Xiao doesn't fully understand even after years of being the traveler's friend. It's a fault of his he has long been aware of but doesn't know how to fix. Thankfully, the traveler is forgiving - too much so if Xiao has any right to comment.
He leans back against the balcony's railing, arms crossed while he listens. This, at least, he can do. ❝ Based on what little I know about her, I don't believe she considers you a priority any longer. She causes you harm without apparent reason. ❞ Remaining loyal to someone who doesn't hold your best interest at heart is something Xiao has personal experience with. Devotion and care are how he expresses love, and he learned the hard way that not all are worthy of receiving it. ❝ I'm not well-versed in offering up words of comfort, ❞ he adds. ❝ But if there is anything I can do to lessen your pain, I implore you to tell me. ❞
Does she? Aether doesn't know. He drums his fingers idly on the rail while looking out to the horizon, humming.
"I think... she blames herself for the fall of Khanri'ah." He admits quietly. "During the cataclysm, she found out where I was in stasis... and instead of staying to help, she came to wake me, and we tried to leave Teyvat then."
It's not information he would normally share willingly. The Traveler was always one to keep anything personal close to his chest. It was always how it had been. Even though Teyvat had changed him in many ways, that wasn't one of them.
But Xiao was different. Speaking of such things to him was far easier than it was with anyone else.
"She's always been stubborn... and right now, her sights are on bringing it back."
Bites Stelle.
There's a screech, followed by a rapid shaking of her arm to dislodge the man. "Get off, mangy mutt-!!"
When he finally lets go, Stelle lunges, chomping down on his arm in retaliation.
She never claimed to be better, after all.
@frostwnd ─ .✦ ( prompt ) ✦. ─ ( frostwnd Traveler ) "You wanna take a break?"
that laugh, often so loud, is cut by a dry cough. Tartaglia is not wounded beyond what he can bear — he is a tiny bit exhausted, he will say and mean it truthfully. It's lucky of him to land at the feet of an old but healthy tree, cradled by thick roots offering support to his sides. The impact was a bit intense, it aches on his back and irradiates across his spine to his neck. He is fine, however, his exhaustion comes from a different source.
❛ Ahh, hah, yes. It will be appreciated. ❜ He leans fully against the trunk, moving enough so that he is more comfortable in his new throne and in a better position that lets him look back at the Traveler. ❛ Just give me a minute, that was a lot of elemental output in a short time. ❜
There were no complaints from the Traveler. Though he wasn't as tired as Childe, the desire to take a break had certainly started weighing on him. He takes a seat next to the Harbinger turned ally turned friend and digs in his pack, pulling out two waterskins, and offering one to him.
"I'm not in any rush." The Traveler shrugs, taking a drink from his own. He was grateful that Childe had offered to help teach him how to use more elemental power than simply always relying on his blade, but it brought up questions that the Traveler couldn't help but ponder on.
Mostly, why it came to him so easily in the first place- and why had he never seen Lumine use anything elemental in the times they've met? They were twins, after all. The differences between them had always been so minimal up until now.
"I think it'd be pretty funny if I wouldn't be able to resonate with Cryo, once I finally reach Snezhnaya." He huffed a small laugh. "I know I've been a bit of a thorn in your guys' side, so it wouldn't surprise me."
confusion shows through the glance he casts over to her, unsure of what she meant by that or whether it concerns the same person he has in mind. Given the nature of Stelle's journey and how it spans for longer than Sunday's own, much remains unknown to him. At least his curiosity flickers only in the soft gold glint of his eyes, not to be spoken aloud.
❝ Yes. I first started playing as a kid. ❞ Which should configure as long enough to have it be almost second nature to him by now. ❝ Would you be interested in learning? It is not so dissimilar to a language; after you learn the alphabet, making sense of the words becomes far simpler. ❞
Was she? If she were honest, Stelle couldn't see herself as much of a music player. When she had the brief stint in working with the band at Paperfold, she'd done so as a manager, not a performer herself.
Even so, there was a part of her that was always hungry for new knowledge, wanting desperately the fill the void that was her past.
"Why not, if you're offering?" If it had been before Amphoreous, Stelle was sure she would've turned him down, for how she always felt on edge around him. Now, though... while it may not have been that long for him, for Stelle, the whole things felt like quite a long time. Enough for it to mostly be water under the bridge, or so they say.
"Just don't laugh when I'm bad at it. I'm used to solving problems with a bat."
This definitely applies to Aether
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional
[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail
[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower
[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering
[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion
[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly
[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart
[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them
[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"
[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it
[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive
[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame
[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish
[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”
[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard
[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back
[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow
[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will
[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release
[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way
[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.
[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again
[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch
[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver
[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞
❝ get on your knees—now. ❞
❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞
❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞
❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞
❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞
❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞
❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞
❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞
❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞
❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞
❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞
❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞
❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞
❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞
❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞
❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞
❝ take it. like that. good. ❞
❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞
❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞
Taps the mic
I want to throw Stelle into a Saw-esque plot. That's all.
@frostwnd ⊹ prompt ⊹ ❝ ( frostwnd Stelle ) "do i look like someone who knows what that means?" Sorry Sunday, she's only really a few years old.
should he answer truthfully, he would have to endorse expectations that, albeit kept modest, were still too high. At the same time, coexisting with the Trailblazer comes with the caveat of having to question the seriousness of what she says almost constantly. It explains why Sunday waits in silence, letting it stretch between them while he watches over Stelle's expression and gives her time to rectify her initial claims. When it doesn't happen, he breathes out — oh, you're serious about it — and repositions the musical sheet so it's angled toward her on the stand.
❝ Do you see these lines? They form two sections of five, the top is to be played with your right hand; the bottom, with your left. ❞ He spares her the technical terms, focusing on demonstrating how he follows it with the corresponding hands. ❝ The higher the note goes on the sheet, the higher the sound will be, and the placement on each line corresponds to a key on the piano. ❞
"I never seen Kafka use sheet music." Stelle mused quietly, only to frown when she realize the words she spoke. Kafka? A sound of an instrument, faint enough that she couldn't place it, played in her mind at the thought. She chewed her lip, glancing at Sunday, hoping he didn't realize she meant that Kafka, the Stellaron Hunter Kafka- though, who else could she be talking about?
"Have, uh, you been playing long?" A less than subtle topic change, but one that was warranted. "It looks complicated."
first, rookie mistake, he will admit; second, he can't fault her for doing precisely what he's been telling her all this time. Headbutting may not be the most dignified move, but it is useful in situations of life and death. He was simulating it just now, wasn't he?
The blood on Tartaglia's blade is repaid with the copious amount dripping down his nose and staining his collar a vivid red. His mind swims, his throat rumbles with a deep groan, but it isn't enough to deter the instinctive jump leading him backwards and fully away from Stelle.
❛ ...That's what I'm talking about. Ow. ❜ Pain is familiar, enough to ignore to a degree. Tartaglia pinches the bridge of his nose in a quick maneuver to check the damage and squeeze the blood vessels temporarily shut for a natural seal. It also buys him time to regain focus. ❛ You're thinking faster than before, I'll give you that. ❜ Which is a pity, she could've done worse by going over and beyond with her attack. ❛ But don't just stop and stare when you get the upperhand. Come, or I will make you dance again. ❜
She felt a bit bad at the sight of blood, and Stelle hoped she hadn't actually broken his nose- though, from what she could tell, Tartaglia didn't seem the type to let such a thing phase him.
Of course, they'd never really talked much about anything other than fighting, so Stelle knew she didn't have a full picture... but still.
"Alright, alright, whose the one eager to taste defeat now?" Spars with others had always ended at drawing first blood, but Stelle didn't mind continuing, not when her pulse was thrumming with life.
She grinned, raising her bat, aiming low. If he wanted to continue his fancy footwork, she'd just make sure he'd trip.
@predvestnik | ( Cont. )
It was good to spar with a variety of people from all over, Stelle knew. Stagnation meant death. That being said, this was starting to get absolutely infuriating.
Targets she had trouble hitting always annoyed her, but combined with quips and tips, she knew she was letting her frustration take over her moves.
"You're just so wriggly!" Stelle complained, unbothered by the blade at her skin. If anything, she pressed closer to it, golden blood starting to gather... all so she could reel back to headbutt Tartaglia.
"I won't die." is all she cares to comment.