✧. ┊ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs (sᴇᴍɪ-ɴsғᴡ)

starshine · Jun 25, 2023

a catch-all space for personal notes, character/plot inspo, rp vignettes, aesthetics, and whatever else sparkles to me.
no posting here, please ♡

starshine · Jun 29, 2023

┈━═☆ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ (historical-themed rt)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

status: semi-active; possible delayed replies throughout the holiday season. as always, patience is appreciated ♡

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starshine · Jan 3, 2024

𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵

starshine · Jan 12, 2024

At a certain point Michele himself must have realized it, and he became gripped by a kind of melancholy. He had murmured that women for him were all games with a few holes for playing in. All. All except one. Lina was the only woman in the world he loved—love, yes, as in the films—and respected. He told me, Gigliola sobbed, that she would have known how to furnish this house. He told me that giving her money to spend, yes, that would be a pleasure. He told me that with her he could have become someone truly important, in Naples. He said to me: You remember what she did with the wedding photo, you remember how she fixed up the shop? And you, and Pinuccia, and all the others, what the fuck are you, what the fuck do you know how to do? He had said all those things to her and not only those. He had told her that he thought about Lila night and day, but not with normal desire, his desire for her didn't resemble what he knew. In reality he didn't want her. That is, he didn't want her the way he generally wanted women, to feel them under him, to turn them over, turn them again, open them up, break them, step on them, and crush them. He didn't want her in order to have sex and then forget her. He wanted the subtlety of her mind with all its ideas. He wanted her imagination. And he wanted her without ruining her, to make her last. He wanted her not to screw her—that word applied to Lila disturbed him. He wanted to kiss her and caress her. He wanted to be caressed, helped, guided, commanded. He wanted to see how she changed with the passage of time, how she aged. He wanted to talk with her and be helped to talk. You understand? He spoke of her in a way that to me, to me—when we are about to get married—he has never spoken. I swear it's true.

- excerpt from Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan series

i have no problem annotating my favorites from poetry collections and whatnot, but when it comes to physical novels? i'm just not a fan of leaving a mark on them. whenever i come across passages which inspire me in some way, i have a habit of snapping a picture of the page. (~~where it then becomes lost to the barely organized chaos of my photo gallery c':~~) maybe i'll drop these in my journal from time to time? idk.

this particular passage had a taste of madness to it, of what on the surface seems to be an oddly innocent desperation and yearning mingled with violence and cruelty which fascinated me. the solaras brothers were vile bastards in this series. no doubt. but there was maybe an ounce of pity(? not really) in seeing how he became lost in the longing for someone and something that is forever out of reach. so much so that he resorted to chasing the shadow of a shadow by finding her presence in another - a tragic replacement brought about by lila's own wickedness. fascinating characters all around. it might be interesting to play around with similar themes in a story if i'm in the mood for a darker roleplay.

starshine · Feb 20, 2024

𝓤𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

by Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,
numberless times…
In life after life,
in age after age,
forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade
the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift,
wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life,
in age after age,
forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,
its age-old pain,
its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past,
in the end you emerge,
clad in the light of a pole-star
piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here
on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers,
shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the same distressful tears of farewell -
old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet,
it has found its end in you
the love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves
merging with this one love of ours –
and the songs of every poet past and forever.

starshine · Apr 28, 2024

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰
by Xu Zhimo

Last night,
And the night before last, too,
In a violent snowstorm,
Spring,
In Winter's dead body was reborn.
Don't you feel the softness underfoot,
And the warm air by your ears?
Green waves on the branches,
Ripples on ponds form endless tenderness
While within our limbs and breasts
There's a thrilling throb.

Peach blossoms already flower on your face;
I enjoy most keenly
Your beauty, swallow
Your unceasing laughter.
Don't you feel my arms
Demand your waist in eagerness,
Or my breath assail your body,
Like thousands of fireflies swarming to a blaze?

All these and many others.
In chorus with the birds' passionate warbling,
Hand in hand are praising
The rebirth of Spring.

starshine · Jun 15, 2024

S W E E T E R

T H A N T H E F E E L I N G

O F A F E V E R

♡ hi, welcome! come on in and make yourself comfy. c:
i'm star (she/her), a twenty-something connoisseur of romantic stories in a variety of flavors. i usually favor long-running narratives with smut treated as a spice to be sprinkled in with a greater emphasis on plot. but sometimes i get the craving to write some bite-sized tales of sensual indulgences. so, you'll find the offerings here cater more towards the opposite. character roles and dynamics intended for an unabashedly sweet(?) good time, wrapped in just enough plot to make it all the more enticing to tear into. stories fairly easy to begin and consume since they're not intended to last longer than a scene or single story arc - much like a favorite candy's flavor to be momentarily savored on your tongue.

feel like indulging in your sweet tooth with me?

♥

x o x o
s t a r s h i n e
♥

C A N D Y W R A P P E R
p r e f e r e n c e s

C A N D Y J A R
p l o t s

S W E E T F R E E B I E S
s a m p l e s

𓆩♡𓆪 status: selective | replies: third person 300-1k+ | location: on-site 𓆩♡𓆪

𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻
short-term roleplays (that said, i'm not opposed to spinning our thread into a longer narrative if the vibes are right)
well thought-out responses and detailed writing
characters crafted with care (even if they're temporary treats and even if their journey is a passionately brief one)
art fcs > realisitic = description
patience with reply speeds

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 (beloved flavors i'll never say no to)
clever and/or charming characters, size differences with mc on the smaller side, teasing both physically and verbally, tender shows of affections, lovemaking, consent, seduction, tensions inevitably boiling over, dubcon, possessiveness, rough sex, exhibition risks, mild breath play, restraints, bloodplay (in relation to vampires only).

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 (aka oj after freshly brushed teeth)
writing in first person, raceplay, overly submissive male characters, extreme abuse/torture, most extreme or unhygienic kinks.
if you're not sure of something, feel free to ask.

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

thread passwords are very very cringe, i know. but if you care to slip your favorite candy into a dm title? i think it would be super cute and show me you read this page. also, sending along a writing sample would be appreciated. c:
plot candies for your selection and savoring. ♥ even for the more fleshed out roles and ideas, i welcome a partner's input and am flexible with specifics.

ʙᴇᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇʏ - reliable, charmingly endearing, loyal to a fault. yc is undoubtedly a precious person in mc's life, her sole confidant she trusts above all else. yet, she can't help but notice that every month like clockwork around the full moon, he disappears and becomes unreachable. convenient excuses always crafted in the days afterwards. growing increasingly suspicious, she follows him and happens across his whereabouts. the reality is surprising. confined to chains of his own design, a feral gleam in his eye, telltale hints of heat...yc has been secretly fighting the effects of a bestial curse on his own. but for this full moon, she insists on keeping him company and easing his suffering. (note: would love to play this with an angle of best friends, maybe even a princess or heiress and her butler?)

ᴀ ᴋɪᴛsᴜɴᴇ's ᴡɪғᴇ - tacit understanding. graceful harmony in their dancing to enchant mortals and please the gods alike. playful and doting towards one another off-stage. our characters are the embodiment of a blissfully wedded couple. not rolling in coin, but wealthy in love and experiences as their performance troupe delights spectators across the lands. except...that too is a show. mostly. mc was a poor village girl who, like many others, suffered greatly under the growing greed of their daimyo. nearly forced into an unfavorable situation, she found herself saved by a handsome stranger. under the silver moonlight, he proposes that she perform and travel with him as his wife. in exchange, he will protect her and they will one day find a way to save her hometown. afterwards, she may go free. they eventually secure the chance to perform for the daimyo himself. the night before their final performance, mc wrangles with the nature of their odd agreement and how she feels about yc. once caught in a fox's trap, one may never want to actually leave.

ᴀᴍʙʀᴏsɪᴀʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ - a renowned talent in his field, yc is often invited to give lectures at the local university. classes which are unsurprisingly filled up quickly and popular among the students. especially female students. they cannot help but find yc charming, aching to get close to him through any thinly-veiled excuse possible. mc finds him attractive and intriguing as well. but she knows better than to legitimately fawn over an older man, her professor. so, it remains a one-sided crush artfully concealed through sitting in the back of the lecture hall, flashes of passing pleasantries and sweetly polite smiles, questions and brief conversations only pertaining to the academic. nothing inappropriate. yet...how did it end up like this? memories leading up to the evening hazy, entangled in unknown silky soft sheets bearing traces of an alluringly familiar aftershave. it seems her dear professor might've been eager to sink his fangs into her. figuratively and literally.

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

other assorted offerings:

angel and a fallen angel they knew

a mortal woman accidentally frees and then binds a deity to herself

apartment neighbors who bicker but have underlying tension, and one of them is actually an incubus/succubus

former high school sweethearts or exes meeting as adults and realizing dormant sparks are easily fanned into a bonfire

helper android with a malfunction that makes it difficult to not act on a desire for their owner

boss and employee bond a little too well at a company party or retreat

detective unexpectedly finds the ghost of the victim whose murder they're currently trying to solve bound to them

a set employee gets the chance to temporarily stand in for an unavailable actor to help their beloved idol with a scene
just tossing a couple sample replies in here ♡ there may be variations depending upon character and story tone, but this hopefully helps with giving a feel of my general writing style.

𓆩synchronicity𓆪

Was this what Lanfen wanted? Truthfully, it was hard to differentiate her host's thoughts from her own. It was hard to think at all. For when Donghai commandeered her attention from the flower back onto him, for a moment, she even forgot to breathe. Anna's heart beat out of time as he overwhelmed her senses.

“You will find it or you will accompany me to the Royal Palace. I will keep you company until one of those things occurs. Though perhaps that’s exactly what you want. In that case, I’d like to hear it directly from you. Ask me to stay.”

Finely sculpted but guarded features filled her vision as he whispered thinly veiled threats wrapped in a gauze of sweet nothings. Donghai's low voice lilted just as sweetly over her, giving rise to the temperature of her body and cresting on her cheeks. Juxtaposed with that heat was an evening breeze caressing from behind, making her shiver. She unconsciously arched her back, nearly pressing up into him. She couldn't help but notice the silk ribbon wrapped around her waist and tying the layers of Lanfen’s dress together had been a vivid shade of blue. Matching Donghai’s hair.

At first she tried to look slightly scandalized, assuming Lanfen’s displeasure at being told what to do. The embers of her kitten glare faded however, slender fingers gripping the window ledge in an effort to get a grip on herself. How unfair, he demanded of her a book she had no knowledge of retrieving. And it was clear from the inner recoil at the mention of the palace, that a trip there didn't bode well for Lanfen. Or the one who felt what she felt.

Anna needed to find a peaceful bridge to the end of this dream. The man before her appeared dispassionate, but those eyes seemed to be searching her for something. Recalling the way he seemed spellbound by her earlier actions and in how he still wore Lanfen's rouge mark, she believed she found an answer.

"Oh?" A coy smile played on her lips as a hand left its place of wooden respite to travel along his abdomen and chest. "Are you implying that if I beg for you oh so sweetly, you'll bestow mercy on me?" Fingertips skirting just past the edges of his outer robe, she could keenly his body heat beneath the thinner, inner layer. "Donghai. I think we can both agree that if I'm to wind up in someone's hands and at their mercy tonight, it should be you... I'd much rather be in your," Lanfen inclined her head slightly, a docile lean into his chin grip and peered up at him through slowly fluttering, dark lashes, "capable hands."

𓆩show me your thorns𓆪

to be added later~

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[COLOR=#bf577a]𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 [/COLOR]
short-term roleplays (that said, i'm not opposed to spinning our thread into a longer narrative if the vibes are right)
well thought-out responses and detailed writing
characters crafted with care (even if they're temporary treats and even if their journey is a passionately brief one)
art fcs > realisitic = description
patience with reply speeds[/FONT][/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE=3][FONT=TIMES NEW ROMAN][COLOR=#bf577a]꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷[/COLOR]♡[COLOR=#bf577a]꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[SIZE=3][FONT=TIMES NEW ROMAN][COLOR=#bf577a]𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮[/COLOR] (beloved flavors i'll never say no to)
clever and/or charming characters, size differences with mc on the smaller side, teasing both physically and verbally, tender shows of affections, lovemaking, consent, seduction, tensions inevitably boiling over, dubcon, possessiveness, rough sex, exhibition risks, mild breath play, restraints, bloodplay (in relation to vampires only).[/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=TIMES NEW ROMAN][COLOR=#bf577a]𝓷𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼[/COLOR] (aka oj after freshly brushed teeth)
writing in first person, raceplay, overly submissive male characters, extreme abuse/torture, most extreme or unhygienic kinks.
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[SIZE=3][FONT=TIMES NEW ROMAN]thread passwords are very very cringe, i know. but if you care to slip your favorite candy into a dm title? i think it would be super cute and show me you read this page. also, sending along a writing sample would be appreciated. c: [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[INDENT][JUSTIFY][SIZE=3][FONT=times new roman]plot candies for your selection and savoring. ♥ even for the more fleshed out roles and ideas, i welcome a partner's input and am flexible with specifics. 

[IMG]https://i.ibb.co/JjTGkhN/lollired.webp[/IMG] [B][COLOR=#bf577a]ʙᴇᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇʏ[/COLOR][/B] - reliable, charmingly endearing, loyal to a fault. yc is undoubtedly a precious person in mc's life, her sole confidant she trusts above all else. yet, she can't help but notice that every month like clockwork around the full moon, he disappears and becomes unreachable. convenient excuses always crafted in the days afterwards. growing increasingly suspicious, she follows him and happens across his whereabouts. the reality is surprising. confined to chains of his own design, a feral gleam in his eye, telltale hints of heat...yc has been secretly fighting the effects of a bestial curse on his own. but for this full moon, she insists on keeping him company and easing his suffering. (note: would love to play this with an angle of best friends, maybe even a princess or heiress and her butler?)

[IMG]https://i.ibb.co/bgRcnF1/lolliorange.webp[/IMG] [B][COLOR=#bf577a]ᴀ ᴋɪᴛsᴜɴᴇ's ᴡɪғᴇ[/COLOR][/B] - tacit understanding. graceful harmony in their dancing to enchant mortals and please the gods alike. playful and doting towards one another off-stage. our characters are the embodiment of a blissfully wedded couple. not rolling in coin, but wealthy in love and experiences as their performance troupe delights spectators across the lands. except...that too is a show. [I]mostly.[/I] mc was a poor village girl who, like many others, suffered greatly under the growing greed of their daimyo. nearly forced into an unfavorable situation, she found herself saved by a handsome stranger. under the silver moonlight, he proposes that she perform and travel with him as his wife. in exchange, he will protect her and they will one day find a way to save her hometown. afterwards, she may go free. they eventually secure the chance to perform for the daimyo himself. the night before their final performance, mc wrangles with the nature of their odd agreement and how she feels about yc. [I]once caught in a fox's trap, one may never want to actually leave[/I]. 

[IMG]https://i.ibb.co/qFs4NPJ/lollipink.webp[/IMG] [B][COLOR=#bf577a]ᴀᴍʙʀᴏsɪᴀʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ[/COLOR][/B] - a renowned talent in his field, yc is often invited to give lectures at the local university. classes which are unsurprisingly filled up quickly and popular among the students. especially female students. they cannot help but find yc charming, aching to get close to him through any thinly-veiled excuse possible. mc finds him attractive and intriguing as well. but she knows better than to legitimately fawn over an older man, her professor. so, it remains a one-sided crush artfully concealed through sitting in the back of the lecture hall, flashes of passing pleasantries and sweetly polite smiles, questions and brief conversations only pertaining to the academic. nothing inappropriate. yet...how did it end up like this? memories leading up to the evening hazy, entangled in unknown silky soft sheets bearing traces of an alluringly familiar aftershave. it seems her dear professor might've been eager to sink his fangs into her. figuratively and literally. [/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=times new roman]other assorted offerings:

angel and a fallen angel they knew [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/mDmLpHj/candypurple.webp[/IMG] a mortal woman accidentally frees and then binds a deity to herself [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/F6ZDQZz/candypink.webp[/IMG] apartment neighbors who bicker but have underlying tension, and one of them is actually an incubus/succubus [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/FVh1Y6y/candyblue.webp[/IMG] former high school sweethearts or exes meeting as adults and realizing dormant sparks are easily fanned into a bonfire [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/4RpjJNM/candyblueblue.webp[/IMG] helper android with a malfunction that makes it difficult to not act on a desire for their owner [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/8rt3R75/candygreen.webp[/IMG] boss and employee bond a little too well at a company party or retreat [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/SDjJzjc/candylemon.webp[/IMG] detective unexpectedly finds the ghost of the victim whose murder they're currently trying to solve bound to them [IMG]https://i.ibb.co/THsLd7z/candyorange.webp[/IMG] a set employee gets the chance to temporarily stand in for an unavailable actor to help their beloved idol with a scene[/FONT][/SIZE][/JUSTIFY][/INDENT]

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[I]Was this what Lanfen wanted?[/I] Truthfully, it was hard to differentiate her host's thoughts from her own. It was hard to think at all. For when Donghai commandeered her attention from the flower back onto him, for a moment, she even forgot to breathe. Anna's heart beat out of time as he overwhelmed her senses.

[I]“You will find it or you will accompany me to the Royal Palace. I will keep you company until one of those things occurs. Though perhaps that’s exactly what you want. In that case, I’d like to hear it directly from you. Ask me to stay.”[/I] 

Finely sculpted but guarded features filled her vision as he whispered thinly veiled threats wrapped in a gauze of sweet nothings. Donghai's low voice lilted just as sweetly over her, giving rise to the temperature of her body and cresting on her cheeks. Juxtaposed with that heat was an evening breeze caressing from behind, making her shiver. She unconsciously arched her back, nearly pressing up into him. She couldn't help but notice the silk ribbon wrapped around her waist and tying the layers of Lanfen’s dress together had been a vivid shade of blue. Matching Donghai’s hair.

At first she tried to look slightly scandalized, assuming Lanfen’s displeasure at being told what to do. The embers of her kitten glare faded however, slender fingers gripping the window ledge in an effort to get a grip on herself. How unfair, he demanded of her a book she had no knowledge of retrieving. And it was clear from the inner recoil at the mention of the palace, that a trip there didn't bode well for Lanfen. Or the one who felt what she felt.

Anna needed to find a peaceful bridge to the end of this dream. The man before her appeared dispassionate, but those eyes seemed to be searching her for [I]something[/I]. Recalling the way he seemed spellbound by her earlier actions and in how he still wore Lanfen's rouge mark, she believed she found an answer.

[I][B]"Oh?"[/B][/I] A coy smile played on her lips as a hand left its place of wooden respite to travel along his abdomen and chest. [B]"Are you implying that if I beg for you [I]oh so sweetly,[/I] you'll bestow mercy on me?"[/B] Fingertips skirting just past the edges of his outer robe, she could keenly his body heat beneath the thinner, inner layer. [B]"Donghai. I think we can both agree that if I'm to wind up in someone's hands and at their mercy tonight, it should be you... I'd much rather be in your,"[/B] Lanfen inclined her head slightly, a docile lean into his chin grip and peered up at him through slowly fluttering, dark lashes, [B][I]"capable hands."[/I][/B][/spoiler]

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