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ohisms

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face . ∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . ∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them . ∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . ∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . ∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together . ∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task . ∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be . ∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table . ∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way . ∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room . ∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . ∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back . ∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . ∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face . ∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game . ∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things . ∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television . ∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together . ∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . ∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . ∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down . ∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face . ∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . ∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .

#* / prompts : i press letters to my lips then let them burn #and for here as well even if we know we are slow

hadeskores

You don’t seem to mind my blood soaked hands. Is something wrong with you too?

#* / musings : my mind’s thread’s not light to follow #oh… OH….#it is THE fitting Sunday mood ajahshsjwj

furiaei

”but if a muse has a monster form would Mya also be thirsty for it” yes. have you not seen all the imagery with beasts and maidens? but to that you add the layer of the woman who cradles a beast in her chest and doesn’t feel she’s human anyway, in this post -

#yes Mya will always sport these themes as womanhood melting into horror #shedding your skin to surrender to the darkness inside all until you become something beyond recognition #even if you still carry a human face #her human face is a mask at best for most cases akansksjs #and in some verses she’s literally not human anyway soooo ajsjsjsjAHSBSJSJS #self rb /

ancientforgcd

#psa /#although I can’t do long winded plotting for the life of me I still love building things that are rich and intricate

“why is Mya love as destruction” good question, imagine loving someone or something enough to accept that, one day, you’ll be left hollow where that has been. you’re laughing now and smiling and having a great time, but the reality of loss doesn’t spare anyone. and you were once a little kid who maybe loved the world too much and the world wounded you and showed you its horrible face and you got revenge for the one person who was never given justice. now you’re an empty shell of the girl you once were

but that doesn’t mean that girl isn’t there anymore and that she doesn’t yearn and doesn’t want the love. it’s just been too long and your heart is bruised and you’re so tired. you want to lay down the burden yet you’ve burnt the bridges with the world and everyone in it. you’re a Stranger to life and people and to yourself and everything. you even question how are you even alive at this point when that hollow eats away at everything you are

so yeah when someone comes along to awaken the echoes of that dead girl who believed in the world, it won’t be a positive or beautiful thing. you dread losing it so hard you’d rather kill again and be covered in blood and gore than having to endure that grief. which is insane because why would you want to fall into the jaws of your inner monster perpetually and kill your heart? but what if they will vanish if you don’t do this? what if you’ll be alone in the world again, bereft of the one for whom you’d destroy yourself anyway? what then?

#* / out : even silence is deafening #this includes family and non romantic love as well let’s not forget what she’s been able to do for Parma !!

also the timing for Phainon rerun is iconic because wym he’s rerunning as I add a Destruction Trailblazer to my multi roster…

#* / out : even silence is deafening #I have 200 + pulls and fully intending on getting the prime husband fr aiajsjsjjsjs #I initially wanted Blade alter but I’m afraid Phainon has canceled my whole brain #I’m so exited I won’t lie 😭😭😭

THE CRIMSON MASK BEGINS (OR HAS LONG BEGUN) TO SHED THE MASK BEFORE APOCRIPHYS' PHAINON : "can you remember who you were?" (from phainon........) ( MUSINGS PROMPTS. ACCEPTING ! )

"I have never forgotten," is the response offered within an instant, a red rose's petal captured between the index and the thumb of her left hand. The touch is gentle, as she seeks not to pluck it from the flower. Red roses, red flowers... she favours them best. They remind her of many things.

They remind her of when there was still a lively thing in the hollow where her heart had used to be. They remind her of what her voice used to sound like, back when she still knew how to sing. They remind her of Gaia's gentle winds brushing through her hair. They remind her of a girl boldly proclaiming she will fill the hearts of everyone in the universe with love through her music! They remind her of when everything seemed simpler, when there was no burden on her soul, of innocence.

Ana-Maria almost does not want to leave this place, this beautiful sanctuary. Oh, she could live here forever, surrounded by red flowers! She could, perhaps, let her hair grow long again and she could teach herself anew how to sing. She could nearly remind herself how to weave notes together once more, she could delight in the flavour of freshly picked strawberries, she could...

...that is an idiotic dream, a naive make-believe, and you know better than to do this to yourself, Mya's stern presence cuts through the mirage briefly awakened by the sight of flowers. Is it such a horrible, terrible thing? Ana-Maria wonders still, To love all things that grow? To believe in the light? To want to sing again? You've stolen my face and my name and my life. Give them back to me! Give my own image back to me! Let me have all of myself back!

"My family chose a name for me that sounds unlike anything the one I give," she continues, a lump in her throat when she speaks. The rose is so delicate and so fragile... much like she was! She could easily crush it in her fist, much like this cruel universe once crushed her! And yet... and yet, she doesn't want to do this. She doesn't want to destroy the rose, though never once has the same mercy been extended towards her self.

"Ana-Maria," spoken with gravity, and a smile. "I was a very unruly child, you see. My mother used to procure for me all sorts of beautiful dresses, and I'd always get them filthy with dirt." Though she could nearly weep, a laugh creeps through the solemn, heavy sadness welling up in her chest. "I'd run around in puddles and tall grass all day. Then, as I grew older, my father taught me how to sing and create music. I told everyone I would become the next universal superstar, and that my music will bring joy to everyone around me."

Well, isn't there one in the universe who has already claimed this title? And can Mya say for sure she's seen happiness in the cosmic superstar's eyes? Truth is, when you are a child, things are simpler. The world is good, the light is kind, and you want to grow and show the world all the light inside of you. Only for the world to continue to batter your heart and bruise it and make you acquainted with its horrible cruelty and violence!

"That never happened."

Finally, she releases the rose from her grasp, reaching for the one on her choker. Even with her eyes closed, she can still vividly see those scenes of destruction unfold, the massacre created in the madness that seemed to have overtaken every single Gaian left.

"My home world was faced with a Stellaron disaster," the story is told forth, "People had taken to slaughtering each other for the sake of survival in the wake of resources growing scarce. A terrible man took my father's life. I understood, even from back then, I needed to be something equally terrible in order to have the justice that was being perpetually denied to me. So, I spent years turning myself into that thing, that heartless thing required to murder my father's slayer. After that, I saw no use for singing and my whole world became dark and cold."

As if to say, I am a grand Nothing behind all this glamorous veneer of Elation.

"Who I was has never forsaken me, Phainon," Mya confesses, "She is always there, clawing at the back of my mind, telling me to cease pretending to be something I've never been meant to be. But, tell me, is a monster covered in blood right to want to love? Is it even supposed to still feel all of that yearning? Is it supposed to want to melt into another's arms and be carried away like those maidens in the tall tales of old?"

She sighs, and it is a sigh of burden. A yearning-sick and yearning-stricken sound, for no sane manner of being ought to want to stain their hands by touching her! Underneath the lovely face, underneath the red lipstick and the exquisite gowns and masks, there lies a ferocious demon in the shape of a wolf merely donning the face of a woman! And this beast better stay buried forever!

"I feel like she is tormenting me every single day," the redhead says on, gaze finally laid on him, "In how she aches for faith, for music, for all the things I kept denying myself as I believed them to be silly delusions that would only hurt in the end. But, the more I deny my heart's wishes, the more they burn me and torture me. The more they become ravenous things that eat at me. I ache for the simple touch of another on my hand, I ache for the knowing I am safe in the dark with one I trust, yet I dread that, one day, that dream will crumble as my old life did, and I'll be left a hollow, grieving shell again."

I have never forgotten. I dread remembering. I dread permitting myself to believe again as I do not wish for this cruel universe to mutilate my heart as it once did. So, I am perpetually at war with who I have always been & wanted to be. And I wish I could be free of it, even if only for one second, but the fear chokes the words in my throat and freezes me and leaves me as cold as ice. Though, within myself, I blaze like a thousand Suns. And... if I reach, I would never let go. If I reach, I would never go back. Can you tell, how afraid I am of being real? Of being me? Of being free? // @apocryphis

#* / answered asks : words turn to ashes on my tongue #* / verse vi : where am i going? i know not yet i alone may answer this question #they need a tag most likely lSKJFHHGFGF #apocryphis #what if I told you I wept writing this WHAT THEN

NOCTARIA'S IL DOTTORE TELLS THE CRIMSON MISTRESS : " well, & if the world brings you only pain, then, burn it. " ( WORSHIP SENTENCES PROMPTS. ACCEPTING ! )

It appears to her he speaks these words as though he possessed no knowledge of how fierce the flame of her wrath could be. Would he like to witness it?, a question that could reign supreme. The world has brought her more than plenty of pain, enough for her to weep the amount of tears that could easily drive the rivers of the world to escape their confines and drown out all else. Instead of weeping, she has chosen differently. She has chosen a path crowned in smoke and ash, a path upon which the smell of ruination via burning is felt still.

When her storm-like gray eyes are brought to gaze upon the Doctor, it is with intent to penetrate through that mask of his. To glance upon the reflection of the soul, the eyes. Is he speaking these words to deliberately unleash the beast in her? ( Would he like to witness it?, a question that could reign supreme. ) In the end, only a monster donning human skin could be capable of the heinous acts she has committed in the name of achieving justice for her unjustly murdered kin.

"I have done so," Mya tells Il Dottore, with nothing that resembles liveliness in her voice, "This has earned me only disdain." She speaks it, this absolute truth, not as a wounded thing seeking salvation. It is a rational fact, that they would easily call her the villain. Yet, what of those who have taken from her? What of those whose hands have gotten filthy with the blood of her blood? Are they not subject to the same laws? What absurdity! To bow down to rules meant to serve corrupt individuals!

"The world invents rules because rules promise stability." She could nearly laugh! "I used to believe in justice, and in the rules. I used to think that those who have wronged me would pay for their crimes. When they didn't, I made that decision I felt no one else was willing to make. Now, here I am, having burnt both myself & those parts of the world that killed my heart first. What more is there to burn for me?" // @noctaria

#* / answered asks : words turn to ashes on my tongue #noctaria #short and sweet for now because I'm sure the more we build the more chances you stand of #getting insane novels #but please know I am deeply fascinated by the deranged potential here

valtsv

i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst

valtsv

"but if it's horrifying then it's not really love it's corruption it's lust it's obsession" you are not only wrong but you are also boring. go away.

#tbt.#this whole post tbh

perfect bebe Ana-Maria hair refs, in this post -

#* / out : even silence is deafening #I really love the idea of her hair having been longer and messier and all that #because the Mya of today styles her hair carefully and whatnot #but we all know the perfect hair life isn’t always there

ooops I also forgot to list Mya’s playlist on Spotify for if anyone would like to see what her mind sounds like

#* / out : even silence is deafening #it needs to be attached to my gen studies master post as well tbh #but honestly whenever I feel lost in general writing-wise?#her playlist that’s filled with songs that aren’t usually my vibe but they work wakes me up fr

writing this response for Ventium's Feixiao and it dawns to me that, yes, Mya is a love story but she can also be a story of murder given how many times she's been rebelling against her true self and her loving heart. how many times she's tried to silence and smother Ana-Maria aka the lamb inside the wolf she is. how many times she's tried to become heartless and ruthless and -

#* / out : even silence is deafening #eyebrows styling day today and hopefully more writing done? woooo we don't want to scare away the writing brain fr fr #I am content where I am with my Arknights progress I won't lie #I was stoked to get into the thick of it and now that I've seen Theresis again I KNOW I'm in for a grand time #but I won't be rushing and pushing too hard bec rn #I really want to recall the events of Babel properly first #which means taking it nice and slow and revisiting #Babel is probably top 1 fave gacha event writing in existence for me but I forgot quite the big chunks of it #then the Sui siblings side plot and Virtuosa's lore God help my brain LSJDHFHALDHFG #this game is beautiful but also the lore drops come in quite the big chunks #so I need to like mentally prepare myself for whenever I get into a character from there #they'll likely either have an atlas worth of lore or nothing at all KLSLDJHDGFGF ODDA MY BELOVED !!

THE CRIMSON MASK (?) MUSES ALONGSIDE APOCRIPHYS' FEIXIAO : "you will survive; but you will become someone else." (and from feixiao...) ( MUSINGS PROMPTS. ACCEPTING ! )

She should know that, now. After all, hasn't she become someone else already? Has she not morphed from what her former best friend would call a naive girl who wanted too much to be like her father to the cold thing she is today?

Heartless does she feign to be, when the eyes of others are cast down upon her. Rolling her mask on her fingers, at times defiantly wearing it on the upper half of her face to laugh in the front of the chaos of everything. A glamorous veneer of Elation, red lipstick, blood-red roses (blood-stained, too!). Indeed, what should a perpetual seeker and bringer of Elation alike want more from this life? Isn't the glamour enough? Isn't the cheer enough? Isn't the Laughter enough?

But, what they don't tell you is that even they weep. Even those who seem untouched by the world are, perhaps, the most touched. The easiest to wound by manner of word alone. Those who appear heartless wish only to shield their agonizingly loving hearts from unbearable hurts. Hence, is she truly someone else? Has she truly smothered Ana-Maria? Has she truly silenced and buried the girl who once dreamed of being a cosmic superstar, as renowned as Robin is? Has all of her died?

"Isn't that the cost of living at all costs? Of defying your odds?" she muses aloud, her gaze set upon nothing and no one in particular, unfocused. Mya cannot claim to know the whole of Feixiao's history, and perhaps it is best she does not. Likewise, it could be best that the warrior by her side doesn't know everything, either. Although, truth be told, the Mask is plenty aware she stands out.

Her impression of an ordinary Foxian woman might not have been polished enough, yet the answer she seeks burns far too much for her to ignore her heart's blazing desire, that thing that still stirs fires in her she wants dead: what does the love of the Abundance feel like? Where have THEY been all of this time? Why were THEIR eyes blind to the plight of her people? [ ... ] And, last but not least: is she certain she wishes that the Abundance had cast THEIR blessings on her people?

She must know, regardless of what it takes! Regardless of what she has to do! She must, once and for all, conclude this war inside her heart. And, who is to say it is best for you to come to know the God you've been taught to love? Isn't loving THEM enough?

"You have become an impressive leader and warrior," Mya remarks, "That is no small feat. I don't know what has shaped you into the woman you are today, though it is plenty clear you have braved many terrible trials." This isn't the hollow remark of someone previously caught impersonating another against decency and common good practice. Mya is not trying to earn Feixiao's good graces, neither is there an intent of flattering her. She does, indeed, admire her resilience and strength. But, she can't claim to be a stranger to what it means to grow strong when, perhaps, one ought to have been safe.

"Part of me tells me I shouldn't venture any further," the woman admits, arms crossed on her chest, gaze still lost, "That I should admit to my own folly, bow gracefully out and accept my terrible attempt at wanting to fool everyone here into thinking I am one of your own." To this, she cannot help but laugh for a while! Ironic, is it not? To wear so many masks and yet, at times, fail to be seen as the mask! "For all this, regardless of what comes next, I need to find my answers. The matters that press me have been haunting me for years. I have already survived, I have already changed many times."

Her laugh dissolves into a bitter smile. "I think, at this point, I should be named a criminal against my own self, given how many past selves I have smothered and killed in order to move onward. If needed be, I will find a way through this, too. Time spent in solitude is the harshest, though ultimately the finest teacher." What she dares not ask is, Will you show me the way? Even if you know it might be unbearable for me? Even if you know it will kill me inside? // @apocryphis

#* / answered asks : words turn to ashes on my tongue #* / verse vi : where am i going? i know not yet i alone may answer this question #apocryphis #for far too long has your activity page been safe from me in this post -

guys 🥺 I think I should like to show you my newly acquired flower shaped lamps

#* / out : even silence is deafening #they’re the best investment I tell you #I love that they’re flexible and basically you can shape them and have them #in which ever position you like best #plus the differing light modes are amazing #also the stomach troubles are beginning to ease so 👀

furiaei

if I’m having a day tm I’m thinking yet again about HSR Mya with Blade because even though I’ve got no clue how I’ll vibe with the direction Planarcadia will take for him since I’m not there yet, I’ll always think about how there’s just that morbid comfort in finding someone equally dead alive

the sort of thing where you carry something you can’t be free of, no matter how much you try to escape it. the sort of thing where you don’t know who you are anymore or what you are, and sometimes that devastating cold hollow inside of you is unbearable and -

#idk fam I really loved the early Xianzhou content even if I’m aware its execution wasn’t the best 😭😭😭#I don’t think the devs know the power of the hold Jing Yuan has on me still #how much he really comforts me as much as he gives me anguish as a character #and I honestly never regret all those hours I’ve spent in trying to unravel the whole of his complex psyche #likewise I can’t lie Blade’s tragedy cuts through me still even if the lore gets hazy and confusing for me every now and then #guess who has cried real tears over him and still never recovered after Jingliu quest?#this girl right here #so yes I’m thinking Mya could understand him and whatnot #and I’m not saying they’d make each other better or worse #they’d just be there #and that would be it #you sit in that mortifying silence with someone who sees #so what? It won’t make it better ; it won’t make it all go away #it won’t change anything and it won’t undo it all #sometimes you genuinely can find that someone and yet they don’t comfort you and they don’t help you #I am insane about their potential I want them so bad I -#yes the goth girl in me will always navigate towards these vibes I fear #self rb /#they’ll be in my head all day I fear

Arknights might be a bit much for the yapping but gosh... when you give it a chance, some of the lines the characters deliver just really cut you deep. you don't beat this game, this game beats you

#* / out : even silence is deafening #now that I'm back at it with a much clearer head I realize #truly this game is written insanely well #yes the gameplay is challenging but imo once you get used to it? it's fun #and the story and the characters will cut through you and make you question reality and all that #gosh ... yet again a story contained in this game leaves me screaming and howling #I need to get more work done on Mya's verse yes I know give me a moment #there are too many emotions for me to process here

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