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[zinhuan]

muse for my girl ming zhu is high so like this and specify a muse for a quick starter from her

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✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel��s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

[zinhuan]

she was originally a cat until she gained her human form so ... who wants a pet cat now .. someone who used to feed her or smth and now she is back trying to show her gratitude etc etc

may i interest anyone in this

more or less a test muse but i've been wanting to write some funny mischievous kitty, anyway she has nine lives !

[zinhuan]

may i interest anyone in this

more or less a test muse but i've been wanting to write some funny mischievous kitty, anyway she has nine lives !

[zinhuan]

muse: shu anruo (she/her, secret fanfiction turned romance novel writer slash stylist) open to: anyone plot: y/m is a character (villain, main/side lead, character who left an impact but died in three chapters etc) of her novel and has come to real life in order to confront her for the ending that your character got. maybe they will find out what is wrong with her, or maybe they want to make her suffer the same way they did, it's up for discussion !!

shu anruo has never been a deep sleeper, her restless nights plagued by a chronic inability to stay asleep. waking for the fifth time that night, she lets out a weary sigh—one that barely escapes her lips before a startled scream tears through the quiet, her gaze snapping to the shadowy figure looming over her bed. heart pounding, her trembling hand fumbles for her phone on the nightstand as she scrambles back as far as she could on her bed until her back hits the wall. the sound-sensor night light has flicked on, casting the intruder in a harsh, unflattering glow. “who—” the word sticks in her throat as fear takes hold. her fingers shake as she struggles to pull up the dial pad on her phone. “don’t even think of trying anything. i’m calling the police!” her voice is firm, but the slight tremor betrays her terror as she edges away, the faint buzz of adrenaline taking over.

[zinhuan]

what if this is a starter call and you drop an emoji and i give you one surprise starter from one that i associate the emoji with ...

[zinhuan]

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

[zinhuan]

muse: shu anruo (she/her, secret fanfiction turned romance novel writer slash stylist) open to: anyone (m if romantic) plot: y/m and her used to be close friends when you were young but went on your separate ways after some misunderstanding, and now y/m has found out that she's been writing a hit novel online that's based off of y/m

sometimes shu anruo surprises herself with just how good her acting is sometimes, or at least keeping the neutral and blank look on her face and ignoring the sudden quickened heartbeat as if the other person had merely commented on the weather rather than the one and only secret she wishes she could take to the grave. in hindsight, she probably should've taken on a new pen name completely, instead of reusing one she had told someone else long ago, despite the many years that had passed since then. but now, with that person standing in front of herself now, the familiar title and poster displayed on their phone screen and asking her if the main character is written with them in mind, anruo thinks it probably would be easier if she could somehow miraculously fall dead on the spot. "i have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," she lies effortlessly, shaking her head and refusing to spare even a glance at the phone. "i mean, it's been so long since we last met, and you called me out just to ask about something as ... ridiculous as this?"

[zinhuan]

Thank you for turning my dark night into dawn.

FANGS OF FORTUNE 大梦归离 dir.  Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan, 2024.

[zinhuan]

added a wishlist section to my google doc and it's still pending more to be added but feel free to always have a look and lmk if anything catches your eye!!

[zinhuan]

feeling v discouraged in various aspects from work to life to here even but i'll be around for the next few days (when am i not honestly) and i need more threads to distract myself so you know what this means ...

like if you would like me to approach you for plotting and threads ! (specify muse though)

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reading about your own life ... or death is as fun as it could get, yan wei thinks, despite all the redacted lines that seem to fill up the pages more and more, especially after his arrest. he leans back slightly, expression unreadable as he rethinks his choice of words. "it’s exaggerated, to say the least — i didn't die because i got hit by a train when i was on the run from them," he says, tone unchanging, "i'll save you the details but it's certainly not faked." a pause, and then, “is there why you're here? to prove that it's faked?" his gaze flicks to her, calm but with an edge, the kind of look that carries too many unspoken thoughts to unpack in a single moment. when she had first appeared on his front door, his first reaction was to deny everything, as usual. there really isn't any reason for him to even entertain her questions, or provide even more that probably would only make her dig deeper for things he isn't sure he wants to share, yet the police report she has brought with her had intrigued him. even if only to see how much more they could pin on a dead man.

"dead man walking, phantom prints, dead bodies ... " yan wei repeats, trailing off as he subconsciously sticks his hands into the pockets of his hoodie—for warmth, of course. they’re always a bit too cold for his liking, much like the rest of his body. "depends on whether you find it more believable that i charmed my way out somehow, or that i came back from the dead." as far as he’s concerned, she could easily be just another serial killer enthusiast, like the ones he’s occasionally stumbled across online. the assumption offers him a strange sense of comfort, enough to make him realize he’s already said more than he normally would to anyone else. after all, no one takes these serial killer fanatics seriously. to him, that means whatever story he spins—even one as outrageous as coming back to life—will stay just that: a story. "but of course, i won't be offended whichever you decide to pick."

✧   𓂅   @zinhuan   asked   :   “   the   reports   of   my   death   have   been   greatly   exaggerated   .   ”   to   wednesday   /   various   things   spoken   in   an   adventuring   party   pt.2   (   accepting   )   .

that   wasn't   the   response   she'd   been   expecting   .   denying   involvement   ,   blaming   technological   error   ,   or   even   springing   to   life   a   long   lost   twin   had   been   on   her   list   of   excuse   she   thought   yan   wei   would   give   .   she   was   a   little   disappointed   he   hadn't   used   one   of   her   anticipated   lines   .   she'd   come   with   proof   to   debunk   each   one   in   her   small   portrait   backpack   .   it   was   always   annoying   when   things   didn't   go how   she   expected   them   to   .   she   hated   being   wrong   .   “   is   exaggerated   your   rather   irritating   way   of   saying   faked   .   ”   it   was   less   of   a   question   and   more   of   a   statement   .   wednesday   snatched   the   stolen   police   file   from   his   hands   and   held   it   in   her   own   .   her   hands   crossing   over   one   another   in   front   of   her   as   the   manilla   folder   ,   providing   her   with   more   questions   rather   than   answers   ,   hung   between   them   .   “   because   that's   the   only   way   your   phantom   prints   showing   up    on   each   dead   body   makes   sense   .   but   then   there's   the   question   of   how   you   got   the   coroner   ,   correctional   officers   ,   and   potential   other   police   intel   in   on   it   .   which   is   something   i   just   don't   see   happening   .   no   offense   ,   but   you're   no   light   yagami   .   i   couldn't   see   you   charming   your   way   out   of   a   snake   pit   let   alone   a   jail   cell   .   ”   there   were   more   questions   burning   on   her   tongue   ;   like   if   the   point   of   him   getting   out   was   to   continue   killing   ,   why   switch   up   his   modus   operandi   ?   weren't   serial   killers   married   to   that   kind   of   thing   ?   did   he   have   an   identity   crisis   ?   none   of   it   made   any   sense   and   wednesday   intended   to   stare   him   down   until   it   did   .   “   well   ?   get   the   cat   off   your   tongue   before   i   cut   it   off   .   ”   it   would   make   the   whole   ‘   getting   answers   ’   thing   a   little   more   difficult   but   not   impossible   .   he   could   still   write   ,   afterall   .

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i will get to wfh from the rest of the week and until wed next week so it means i have quite some time on hand and this is your sign to write with me 🥺🥺 send me some starters or memes fr so we can have threads and if chemistry is there we can ship too

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i said last ooc post and i lied so rmbr when i posted this last month and now i am back to having such strong muse for her but she gets more depressing now bc she is searching for death

[zinhuan]

probably last ooc plot for now but someone ship with me :') i just want to obsess over painful and cute romances since it's been a while

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what if i do something delulu like put all my wanted plots for all my muses onto a google doc ....

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ok who's gonna give me the classic guardian angel vs guardian demon plot now