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hi. please pull her close by those silly ribbons and ridiculous back handle. pull her against you and whisper in her ear, lightly touch her hair. bite her neck. just. do that it will fluster ya girl BEYOND words 😳

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man. i'm just now kinda realizing that stelle's obsessive thoughts are literally a part of obsessive compulsive disorder (my dumbass who IS diagnosed with ocd) but yeah. note to myself to write some kinda hc about this later. i really didn't write that on purpose, it was just a piece of her personality that developed as i started writing her on tumblr. and it fits really well. sorry girly the compulsive thoughts suck.

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alright i made the rounds asking folks if they're okay with being added to the pinned post as an affiliate.

feel free to 💛 this post if i didn't ask you but you still wouldn't mind being added there

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@visvivae sent: 💭 OPHELIA BDAKBD / send 💭 to my inbox and I will give you a thought stelle had about your muse / accepting

Had a bad dream again, Ophelia left the Express without a word. I guess it's a fear now ━ there were tears in my eyes when I woke up. She always treats me good, I feel safe with her. I wish I could be half as beautiful, half as confident... I don't think I'd be okay if I woke up and she wasn't here anymore. I don't want to lose her. Every time I think about her, my thoughts are muddled. I hate that she always acts as though one foot is out the door, like she could disappear at any moment. But how do you talk to someone about something like that without looking stupid. How do you tell someone how much they mean to you? I can't find the words. I need to stay close to her, I can't let her feel like she would ever need to leave the Express. I care about her too much now to let something like that happen.

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if you call her: kitten, darling, baby, sweetheart

she will MELT

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@huijarii sent: 💭 / send 💭 to my inbox and I will give you a thought stelle had about your muse / accepting

I don't understand why I can't get him out of my head. Probably shouldn't have kissed him. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, my mind is hazy because I want to say something, but how do I say something if I can't find the words. Crush. Crush. Crush. Crush. No matter what advice I ask from everyone, no one has real advice. How do people live like this? I think if I could sit in his lap for just ten... No, fifteen minutes and make out with him. Maybe I'd just get it all out of my system and never think about this again. He'd probably think it was stupid anyway. It is stupid. But. I still want to. I think about it half the day. I'll just text him again. He's always got some scam for me to do. Better than not seeing him.

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@fictitioushound sent: 🎲!! / kiss roulette / accepting 20. a rough kiss

It's difficult to explain, she thinks, telling someone her thoughts get obsessive about certain things ━ particularly when they're planted in her head. Gallagher himself had been flirtatious, witty. He made quips, teased, almost as if he was daring her to make some kind of move. Stelle's somewhat of a complex creature, and his antics had her head bustling with thoughts.

He's close enough, the feeling of his stubble tickling her cheek, hot breath felt against her ear and she can't take it. He's driving her absolutely insane. He is not escaping her this time, both her hands come to grab the fabric of his shirt, playful aggression wrinkling up the cloth as she tugged him to face her, intense boldness in those pretty yellow eyes as she plants a kiss upon his lips, holding him with an unbreakable death grip. No slipping away, no teasing ━ she has him locked in and this kiss lingers, as if she's worried about what will happen when she lets him go. Would he run away? Would he want more?

Her grip is loosening on one hand, the other has yet to fully let go. Lips part from his, and she once again meets his gaze. Sternly, but there's a hint of embarrassment sneaking it's way in. Could easily be missed in favor of her warm flushing and somewhat flustered breathing now. She caresses one cheek as she lets go of that grip, not parting the distance between them though. Enjoyment of this close proximity. "Consequences of your actions, Mr. Gallagher ━ ..." Bewilderment for a second despite how smoothly her statement had come across.

"It drives me crazy when you tease me, is it on purpose?"

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OBSESSED w these kinda fits for stelle / credit

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@tragedyfelt sent: 💭 / send 💭 to my inbox and I will give you a thought stelle had about your muse / accepting

The way she carries herself is so ... Suave. It's like every step she takes is on a stage ━ I guess she probably has to present herself like that, I wonder what she's like early in the morning. With messy hair, or maybe she really does wake up like that. Beautiful, artistic, almost... Heavenly. I wish I had half as much creative talent, or beauty. I'd take both, really. Not really sure if I want to be her or if I ━ yeah there's no escaping the gay accusations huh. She's been talking a while and I have no idea what she said, if I tell her I was too mesmerized by her beauty to pay attention, do you think she'll forgive me?

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To some, March's voice might have bothered them after having such an exhausting night of insomnia ━ but to Stelle it sounds like a safe haven, relief. A friendly, familiar comfort to keep her from thinking of the nightly tossing and turning. Stelle wants desperately to tell her the truth, but ━

A smile is delicately forced upon her lips in response. "My gamer prowess was under attack, I had no choice. Don't worry, it's nothing an energy drink can't fix..." Bold-faced lies. Stelle hates telling them, but why worry her? Why worry the crew with something beyond their control. The smile feels easier to keep now, natural, protective of the people she cherishes. Just happy to be here among people who make her feel safe.

Yellow hues blink at the pink haired archer, brow quirking upwards. "Someone still has the bleary eyes of a girl who didn't get up that long ago either. Did you get enough beauty sleep?" Teasing little jab to her side.

"There you are! I was beginning to think I would have to come get you. Sleeping the day away, were you?" Says the one who up until recently was also sleeping well into the afternoon.

Catching sight of the bags under Stelle's eyes, March's eyes narrow in suspicion as she props her hands on her hips. "You didn't stay up all night playing video games again, did you?"

@tiimeblazer | sc.

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@kafkaisms sent: 💭 / send 💭 to my inbox and I will give you a thought stelle had about your muse / accepting

I can't understand what would make her steal away my past ━ every time I think too hard about it my head starts to hurt. Why do I still trust her? Why do I long for her when she's not here? I'm stuck in this loop of doubt, and I don't know where I came from. What my purpose is. But I can't really ask, I can't make a fuss. I trust her. I want to trust her. I don't think she'll ever hurt me. It's not like she can take anything more from me ━ she already took whatever life I had before. Maybe I'm better off now.

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Stelle shifted to accommodate Kafka's uprising ━ she couldn't help but smile a little to finally have what she wanted. It's often so hard for Stelle to sleep, it is a wonder to her how Kafka manages to keep cat-like hours. After-all didn't the Stellaron hunters have serious work? A stretch, but she rolls back over to run a hand through Kafka's hair, affectionately before placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, peppering it down to her nose and once more laid upon her lips. They were too irresistible to ignore before she finally pulls herself up from the bed. A yawn as her arms rose into a big stretch now.

"Might have overexaggerated on the me making breakfast part." A silly glance whilst messily throwing her shirt on. " ━ best I could do is scrambled eggs, maybe an omelet if I got lucky!" Softest glance is given to Kafka, but she rarely could flip the eggs properly to complete a proper omelet. The gears in the Trailblazer's head take a moment to start turning. "... Pastries sound good, we could order something sweet." The thought of actually going out, it sounded too much like tempting fate, being caught together by anyone who knew them could lead to a lot of questions that cannot be answered.

"I just... Want to spend time with you. Would it kill the romance if I asked you to teach me how to use that blade you use?" An abrupt request, but it had been on her mind. Swirling thoughts, the elegance Kafka displayed in a fight. All this boundless energy Stelle had, it needs an outlet. If it wasn't sparring, she knew she'd just end up in bed with her again. Not the worst idea ━ but sparring had more appeal in the moment. "Y'know the sword, not the guy." A jovial twist in her tone, but she wanted to clarify!

The bed was comfy; plush goose-down pillows, a luxurious duvet, a mattress imparted with just the right amount of firmness to refrain from engulfing her whole - but most importantly, all of it had been conveniently warmed by a most AGREEABLE bedfellow.

"Mm." A noncommittal response if nothing else. Kafka blinked lazily up at the most imminent threat to her peaceful repose, taking in her dishevelled hair, the irritation frank in her eyes, the downturn to her lips - so soft. Unfortunately, there could be no deceiving Stelle at this point. Kafka was irrefutably, undeniably awake, and no amount of cajoling would turn that into a more convenient untruth.

Knowing Stelle, there would be no stopping her until she got what she wanted anyway.

"Alright, alright darling."

A languid stretch and a yawn, then she shuffled up backwards, shoulders climbing the headboard until she sat somewhat upright, the duvet remaining idly in place from the hips down.

"Both very attractive options. Since you're so eager, why don't you choose? Here, I'll make it up to you. Let's make it your day."

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She can't help but let her eyes wander a little bit as he speaks ━ he's very kind, handsome. Ridiculously so, and it distracts her. Flashy green hues, perky posture, she's a little starstruck by him and it's only know settling upon her. Not that she can possibly say so! At least his name is retained, and her features twist a bit shyly. Whether he knew it nor, Fate is something Stelle has always believed in. Ever since being adopted by such a kind man, and being given a vision so young. Her life felt full to the brim of fated encounters.

And this sweet lad, Tohma felt like one, shining like a brilliant sun, come to rescue her.

Hand rose politely to hover near her chin in a contemplative manner. "Well... Tohma, I don't know how I could say no to such a fated encounter~." Smile tugs at her lips, she took an absent step closer to him. "... Say, would you mind if we took a little time heading back to the city though? I ━ like the scenery, I wouldn't mind looking around some more with someone who knows the lay of the land, y'know?" Questioning brow rose, and she remembers his other seemingly generous offer. "And I'd be happy to join you for dinner ━ I'm sure whatever the Knights provided won't have nearly as nice of company." Hidden flush, but it didn't hurt to be complimentary to her savior, right? Whatever the answer, Stelle doesn't necessarily want to leave his side too quickly. She only had a few days here ━ ... It didn't hurt to have someone knowledgeable to guide her. "Uh... So, you live here then? I travel outside of Mondstadt sometimes, but normally only as far as Liyue. It's pretty here." A shy tuck of gray hair behind her ear as she asked him, might as well initiate small-talk. She wants ever so much to learn a little more about him.

     ❝     you looked like a lost puppy,     ❞     eyes just as big,     completely out of her element     ——     it'd piqued his interest,     the evident uncertainty in her stride,     every miffed expression that had cycled through her visage,     a range of emotions that had nearly made him feel a staggering pity:     confusion,     dread,     panic     /     her misgivings could not have possibly been any more conspicuous.     (     &     so he'd stepped in,     to save the day,     like her figurative knight in shining armor.     )     ❝     i thought it was cute,     i considered letting you struggle a bit more.     ❞     tone of voice jovial,     not a hint of malice nor ridicule,     each syllable spoken with a tinge of sincerity     ——     hands crossed 'hind back,     the gleam of all knowing smile:     a slight lean forward,     as if goading     &     then,     just like that,     he pulls back,     facial expression pensive,     digits brought up to chin in contemplation,     brow furrowed.

     ❝     you know what they say,     the world puts you where you're meant to be     ——     maybe you were meant to meet me,     ❞     the return of grin,     slightly more brazen this time,     coy     &     ever so impish,     the glance shot in her direction all gleam     &     glint.     (     a game of cat     &     mouse.     )     ❝     do you believe in fate?     or are my words lost on you?     ❞     pad of finger is brought up to cheek,     cant of head from either side whilst he awaits an answer     ——     though he doesn't truly expect a rejoinder to an inquiry that isn't truly candid.     (     who even believes in fate?     certainly not him.     )     ❝     anyway,     ❞     a pause,     an attempt to regain usual composure,     calm     &     collected,     friendly,     trustworthy     &     ever so tohma.     ❝     the name's tohma.     follow me,     i can get you there in no time,     i know all the shortcuts and i can treat you to dinner     ——     if you want to stick around me after,     that is.     ❞     

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@shrineofprophecy from here

It takes a lot to mortify Stelle, but the red deepening upon her cheeks is undeniable. A frown plants itself upon her lips, and long arms squeeze around her own torso. "It wasn't that dirty!" But there's a sinking realization that the answer could only invite more teasing from Sparkle.

"... ━ You're cute, but you're mean to me. Mean to everyone, does that make you happy?" The statement and the question are directed without hostility, Stelle's rarely capable of it. Even with everything Sparkle had put her and the Express crew through. Thing is though, Stelle actually wants to know why Sparkle acts as she does. She, herself, cannot imagine being cruel to people and finding it fun.

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i see you’re paying attention to someone who is not me. why is that.

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@huijarii sent: "You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?" / prompt / accepting

"Why would that be ridiculous?" A smile as her gaze wanders to Sampo. It's interesting seeing him be, maybe a little nervous. It's not easy for Stelle to get a read on him, but ━ tonight she's feeling bold, and her hand captures his in a quick, swift motion. She pulls it up to her face, and inches her lips close to press against the back of his hand, yellow hues never breaking gaze with him as she places a kiss right there.

"... You know" she begins, allowing him to reclaim his freshly smooched hand away at his leisure. "I enjoy spending time with you, Sampo I don't really know what it means." A shrug that held meaning, something in it that truly was careless in her attachment to Sampo. Knowing that she felt joy around him, it's enough, there's a part of her that's accepted she does have a crush on him. It's not like it's hurting anyone... "But I know I feel happy when I get to see you, maybe ━ you make things too complicated, maybe you like seeing me too." Whatever internal struggle he had about being genuine, it made Stelle curious, but she likes that he's got an air of mystery about him. She thought more when she was around him, learned more about herself.

Around them were lights and music, festivity. Stelle watched it a little, but her attention was more on him. "... If it helps, I was kinda hoping you'd show up." Her arm bumps against his, with purpose. She rested her weight lightly against him, only willing to move if he really wanted her to.

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@lycorisbloomed sent: "Are you a communication signal? Because I'm feeling a strong connection." - from kaveh (absolutely annihilate him if you would)

A warm chuckle came from her throat at his words, having been mildly preoccupied it caught her off guard. A moment as yellow hues gaze over him, and without a word she closes the distance between them. Once close, she pulls him to her by his waist tucking a strand of blond away from his face in the process. "How's the connection now? Stronger~?" Playful tone now as her hands rest at his hips, forehead came to brush against his. Maybe she's seeing if she can get a kiss.