#tiimeblazer

[shrineofprophecy]

"You know. If you want, I wouldn't be opposed if you told your brother you were going on dates and instead you come hang out with me.~" / for Belle. Stelle just doing a lil 👉👈 ?

"He'll probably be happy to have the store to himself... and I get to keep my sanity."

"I wonder if he'll be worried when I spent a lot of evening outdoors or if he'll be too busy with Lighter. Will he even notice I'm gone?"

[poswiecenia-archive]

@tiimeblazer - look how pretty you are when you're about to come. also for lumi~ \ ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

( 🌙 )   STELLE WAS SO mean in how she'd riled her up for hours before they made it to her room ; falling back against the cush sheets of stelle's bed as she was pushed backward. being manhandled in such a fashion swirled a feeling of further excitement within the emanator : she'd looked up and spied those sly eyes of her beloved .. she was in for a long night cycle.

HERE THEY BOTH were , lumine still on her back from the initial push onto the bed and .. close to her second orgasm within what felt to be hours. the blonde covers her face in embarrassment over the compliment that her beloved had verbally expressed. her lips part to grumble out her disagreement but instead groans loud as lips pressed against the head of her length once more

❝ S - STELLE !   ❞    she gasped , arching as she grew closer to her peak.

[shrineofprophecy]

"........ If we watch anything too thrilling I'll need someone to cling to at night."

"Don't worry, you wouldn't be the first. If you're going to stay up all night, we might as well enjoy a full marathon!"

[charmonys]

@tiimeblazer &&. said...

"Are your wings soft?" / yes she wants to touch them, no she is not going to directly ask

sunday  blinks,  pulled  out  of  his  thoughts  by  the  sudden  inquiry.  his  wings  twitch  as  though  somehow  aware  they  are  the  topic  of  conversation.  it  isn't  the  first  time  they've  caught  someone's  attention  —  quite  the  opposite,  in  fact.  wings  tend  to  be  uncommon  even  among  his  fellow  halovians  —  oft  rumored  to  be  a  sign  of  even  greater  blessing,  alongside  those  already  innately  contained  within  their  halos.  it  isn't  true,  of  course;  they're  merely  a  recessive  trait,  no  more  worthy  of  awe  than  a  particular  hair  or  eye  color.  even  so,  he's  used  to  them  attracting  odd  looks  (  and  the  errant  question  )  from  those  unaccustomed  to  such  a  sight  —  and  equally  so  he  is  used  to  responding  with  the  eloquence  and  patience  befitting  his  former  position.  ❝  when  cared  for  properly,  they  can  be.  ❞  sunday  stretches  one  to  its  full  length;  the  feathers  are  clean  and  neat,  no  doubt  tended  to  with  the  fastidious  degree  of  attention to detail expected  of  him.  ❝  frequent  preening  and  cleaning  are  integral  to  maintaining  good  wing  health.  there's  a  particular  type  of  oils  made  specifically  for  halovians  that  assist  with  keeping  the  feathers  soft  and  flexible  —  although,  i  personally  prefer  the  unscented  varieties.  ❞  strong  scents  are  a  bit  overwhelming  with  how  close  a  position  they  occupy  to  his  face.  ❝  improper  care  can  lead  to  staining,  broken  feathers  and  more  severe  health  complications  —  meaning  it  truly  is  in  one's  best  interest  to  prioritize  good  hygiene.  some  slight  anatomical  differences  aside,  they  ultimately  aren't  too  dissimilar  from  perfectly  ordinary  hair.  ❞

the  halovian  pauses  —  realizing  that  he's  not  only  slipped  into  one  of  his  frequent  lectures,  but  that  he's  also  misinterpreted  stelle's  curiosity  entirely.  sunday  clears  his  throat,  gaze  flicking  away  for  a  moment.  he  presses  his  lips  into  a  thin  line,  as  if  swallowing  back  the  other  half  of  his  monologue  yet  unspoken.  (  he's  so  accustomed  to  fielding  wing-related  questions  that  he's  constructed  a  script.  )  turning  back  to  the  nameless,  he  cants  his  head.   ❝  ...  do  you  want  to  touch  them  —  ?  ❞  just  be  careful.

[foxlich-a]

stelle turning in their bingo card with a lil n_n

@tiimeblazer ➟ 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎? ( accepting ! )

up, up, up on the tips of metal heels to give the gentlest of pats to her head. their expression does not change, yet the a d o r a t i o n within their eyes could be seen from miles away. ❝ good girl. i expected nothin' less. ❞

[charmonys]

@tiimeblazer &&. said...

"I have to help a friend on Jarilo-VI... She's a doctor. I ━ you don't have to come along if you don't want to..." A pause, Stelle offering a warm smile to him. "But I thought maybe it'd feel good to get out and do something nice for someone else? So do you wanna come with?"

the  scent  of  warm  spices  fill  the  corner  of  the  party  car  sunday  has  unofficially  claimed  for  his  own.  (  if  only  by  virtue  of  his  propensity  to  linger  there.  )  he  cradles  a  cup  of  tea  between  his  hands,  eyes  closed  as  he  allows  the  warmth  to  gradually  permeate  the  leather  of  his  gloves.  it's  a  popular  blend,  and  one  he  associates  with  a  softer  and  more  uncomplicated  point  in  his  life.  his  mother's  favorite.  she  had  been  quite  the  tea  connoisseur  in  her  day,  and  many  of  his  rose-tinted  memories  of  her  oft  come  paired  the  scent  of  her  preferred  drink.  he's  quite  pleased  to  encounter  it  again  here  —  a  scrap  of  familiarity  amid  the  daunting  expanse  of  so  many  unfamiliar  stars.

when  stelle  speaks,  the  halovian  opens  his  eyes.  he  cants  his  head,  wings  twitching  in  wordless  inquiry.  truthfully,  he's  barely  left  the  express  since  the  moment  he  was  permitted  to  set  foot  on  it.  unsurprisingly,  perhaps  —  a  bird  so  accustomed  to  cages  would  naturally  seek  the  embrace  of  anything  resembling  bars.  admittedly  it's  left  him  feeling  a  bit  under  stimulated,  though  sunday  has  tried  to  make  the  best  of  things.  offering  assistance  with  day  to  day  chores,  keeping  the  small  space  he  occupies  neat  and  orderly.  it's  better  for  everyone  if  he  keeps  his  presence  as  inobtrusive  as  possible  —  if  only  to  reduce  any  inherent  awkwardness  it  might  bring.  at  the  same  time,  the  halovian  is  clearly  hungry  for  some  manner  of  purpose  to  appeal  to  his  workaholic  nature;  as  a  result,  there  is  an  unmistakable  eagerness  that  lights  up  his  gaze  as  his  companion  extends  the  invitation.

❝  a  doctor ...  ❞  sunday  echoes.  ❝  i  see.  to  devote  oneself  to  the  pursuit  of  healing  is  commendable  no  matter  the  context ...  although,  for  the  inhabitants  of  that  frozen  planet,  i  imagine  her  efforts  must  be  all  the  more  precious  to  them.  ❞  what  little  he  knows  of  jarilo-vi  comes  from  the  data  bank  of  the  express  —  as  well  as  accounts  from  the  crew.  yet  it  paints  a  clear  enough  picture  nonetheless;  a  place  home  to  a  fierce  and  unyielding  people,  with  spirits  that  burn  hotly  in  the  face  of  an  endless  winter.

he  takes  a  shallow  sip  of  his  tea,  as  if  hoping  the  warmth  will  somehow  linger  long  enough  to  guard  him  against  the  snow.  then,  he  places  the  cup  down  with  a  soft  click.  ❝  i'd  be  happy  to  help.  ❞  sunday  says,  rising  to  his  feet.  there's  a  pause  —  as  if  he  wishes  to  say  more,  yet  is  uncertain  how  to  continue.  the  halovian's  mouth  curves  in  an  attempt  to  imitate  her  smile.  it's  a  little  small  and  a  little  imperfect;  a  far  cry  from  the  practiced  and  palatable  expression  he  once  wore  like  a  second  skin  —  yet  all  the  more  genuine  for  it.

❝  thank  you,  miss  stelle.  ❞  he  can  see  the  kindness  behind  her  offer,  and  he  truly  appreciates  it.

[ardauntly-a]

stimulation

nsfw alphabet.  /  accepting

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

            oh  ,  she loves being fingered and eaten out . . . but frankly  ,  she's more of a servicer than she is a receiver . . . she prefers to be the one on her knees for her partners  .  she sort of believes in reciprocal pleasure  ;  only when she's on the receiving end  ,  then she'd INSIST on reciprocating  (  sixty-nine  ,  anyone  ??  )  .  if she's the one stimulating  /  giving pleasure  ,  she goes to town . . . forget about herself  ,  she's all about those sweet sounds and the gasps of pleasure because SHE did that  !!  and they're feeling good because of her  !!  penelope is pretty sensitive in all her erogenous zones  (  ears  ,  neck  ,  nipples  ,  thighs  )  ,  just the right amount of pressure and touch  ,  one can have her MELTING in their hands  .  

[shrineofprophecy]

✏️ gib funnies

Incorrect quotes / accepting

Sparkle: Detective! The man belonged to some kind of cult that worshipped a divine forest creature with antlers and that’s how he met his end. Stelle: Dear God! Sparkle: Yeah! Exactly!

Stelle: She's the girl of my dreams! Sparkle: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams. Stelle: I have a lot of dreams.

Stelle: Hello Sparkle, made anyone cry today? Sparkle: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.