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concept: I watch the stars and my heart feels at ease.
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nonverbal starters
prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.
guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.
shelter protect them.
shove push them.
loop drape an arm around their shoulders.
touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand.
kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.
palm smack them upside the head.
bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.
aid help them with a task.
note pass a note to them.
cry wipe away their tears.
wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.
bandage patch them up when they get hurt.
heal take care of them when they get sick.
book silently read a story with them.
carry pick them up.
scrap punch them.
cherry find blood on them.
sit help them sit down.
medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.
steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.
beat dance with them.
stare stare them down.
off track get lost with them.
no shaking their head in disagreement.
yes nodding their head in agreement.
rush tackle them to the ground.
open hold the door open for them.
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speaking of hair i need to cut mine hhh
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kiyomizus replied to your post.
just like ur fake hair
SHOCK & HORROR. blasphemy. this one actually wounds him. he grew that hair himself. the added help of products does nothing but assist his natural beauty. “ why is it that you’re so catty, kiyoko. ” her name is stamped out between his teeth with the same sweetened bite that is usually reserved for tobio. somewhere in there is understanding, maybe even respect, but no longer interest. only rivalry.
“ you know, kiyo-chan — volleyball teams are like family but you — and this is of course just an observation ~ seem to hold yourself arms length from even them. ” the sweetness has returned, a faux facade for the fury. “ are you so alone because you are too good for anyone else or because you’re afraid ? fear is nothing to be ashamed of but maybe you are the one who ought to check their pretty-oh, excuse me, i meant petty- ego ? ”
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say ribbit
“ bite me, kiyo-chan. ”
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far from a delicate thing, oikawa still manages to land with the grace of a cherry blossom petal ( though not the weight of one ) across matsukawa’s back from behind the bench. arms make themselves an accessory around his neck, as well. he withholds some of his own weight, not in the business of crushing his teammates, but allows enough of it to be a clear nuisence.
“ would you mind so terribly lending me your scary mind, mattsu ? a king is nothing without an advisor. ”
♡ ’d / @mtsukawa
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mutuals only ♡ for a starter
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no one:
all my muses: i would die for one (1) yukako
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me whilst thinking of effy: This Post? / @fukenzena
SDFKLAJSFLKSJDG *CLUTCHES CHEST* FRICK remember this bakugou ask too though ??
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‘ was unafraid — i was a boy ,
it was a tender age
love can hardly leave the room
— with your heart . ’
an independent. private. selective. canon divergent. multi-muse blog.
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me, actually finishing my drafts: incredible
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“ our horoscopes say we make great friends! “
gretchen gomez’s welcome to ghost town / accepting / @owlit
SKEPTICAL MINDS die hard and while the stars are not known to lie, doe eyes squint to scrutinize the owl’s claim. wise or troublesome, he wonders, would it be a setter’s foolishness or advisable to trust him based on his spike alone ?
“ far be it from me to argue with the stars… ” he starts, every bit intending to reach the ‘ but ’ that usually follows — but instincts detect a level of veritable candor behind the golden globes that blink back at him and oikawa nearly sways backward away from it, unpredictably moved. huh.
“ …so i won’t. ”
after all, the stars have never let him down before.
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“ did your dream come true ? ” from hajime !
gretchen gomez’s welcome to ghost town / accepting / @vijekni
immediately the injured animal that his pride is trying not to be backs into the far corner of his chest, aching, and cries to bite back did yours, hajime? he bites back is his tongue and tainted pride instead.
in an attempt to be level headed, he turns the question over like a diamond in the light and finds the answer multifaceted. some emotion, not quite grief but perhaps a brother to it and just as multifaceted, forms a harsh lump in his chest. oikawa tries, really, to press this feeling into a diamond as well but it stays coal, burning.
a braver version of himself, one less wounded in this moment, might have scoffed to cover up the break in his face. if the question was anyone else’s, he still might have — but this is hajime asking. whether he admits it or not, it holds a different weight. oikawa lets the facade decay and answers with honesty in its stead, “ no — no it didn’t. ”
a lapse in defenses gives way to the most intrusive of thoughts: i’m not sure it ever will. this is not something he provides as easily, not while he still wears the jersey of a captain ; not while his pride, how ever injured, still exists, “ not yet, iwa-chan. ”
but it will, he promises. and yours right beside it.
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