𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙇𝘽𝙇𝘼𝙕𝙀𝙍 . ❜

#𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐒.   an  independent  and  private  roleplay  blog  for  𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙱𝙻𝙰𝚉𝙴𝚁  from  hoyoverse's  honkai  star  rail.  heavily  headcanon-based  supplemented  with  game  lore.  established  2023.  written  by  fae  (  30+  ,  she/her  ).  nsfw  &  triggering  themes  may  be  present.  this  blog  is  intended  for  a  21+  audience  only.  minors  dni.

i. carrd. ii. pinterest. iii. headcanons. iv. playlist.

𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎. psd by poetryrph. border & divider by isaworks.

𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎. aeonblazes huijarii librarivs

last  song  i  listened  to:  for a pessimist i'm pretty optimistic - paramore favorite  colour:  baby pink currently  watching: american viscountess video on the beaulieu palace house  last  movie  /  tv  show  i  watched: i genuinely could not tell you. spicy  /  savory  /  sweet:  savory relationship  status:  single last  thing  i  googled:  hsr upcoming pets ( i was mad i didn't get to keep the chimera ) current  obsession:  gacha games ( hsr, genshin, infinity nikki, l&ds... )

( spicy headcanons / accepting !! )

001. from a purely selfish standpoint, stelle really enjoys grinding against someone's thigh. she's aware that her partner may not get off on it in the same way she does since they aren't being directly stimulated the way she is, but there's something satisfying and maybe a little humiliating in a way that she doesn't want to examine too closely about coming across eager and desperate while the other party is relatively composed.

( perceive her / not accepting !! )

            𝐈𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,  someone  grabbing  her  chin  like  this  without  warning  would  have  resulted  in  the  offender  being  flattened  with  the  end  of  her  baseball  bat.  As  it  stands,  Dr.  Ratio  is  lucky  that  Stelle  is  a  little  too  out  of  it  to  react  just  so.  Throbbing  pain  squeezes  at  her  temples  and  reverberates  around  the  back  of  her  skull.  Dark  spots  dance  in  her  vision  and  threaten  to  plunge  her  into  complete  unconsciousness.  It's  only  Dr.  Ratio,  stern  but  steady,  keeping  her  anchored  and  awake.

            She  can  hear  March  fretting  in  the  background,  but  can't  make  out  what  she's  saying;  only  recognises  it's  her  from  the  high-pitched  tone  of  her  voice.  Even  Dan  Heng's  words  sound  garbled  as  she  makes  out  splashes  of  green  and  black  in  her  blurred  vision.  Only  two  words  stick  out.

            Concussion.  Stay.

            It's  supposed  to  mean  something.  She  knows  it  is,  but  Stelle  can't  make  sense  of  anything  in  this  state.  She's  so  tired.  Can't  they  just  let  her  rest?