*MISS NYA

‹ my brain never stops tracing patterns no one else sees. it leaps from one thought to another like a restless bird, curious, always searching. sometimes it feels like i’m both everywhere and nowhere, tangled in ideas, stories, what-ifs, and tiny obsessions. i notice details that don’t matter to anyone else. and i can’t help but turn them over in my mind until they feel alive. my thoughts are a quiet chaos, a soft pulse beneath my ribs, and even when i try to rest, they keep whispering, weaving, questioning, dreaming. ›

ooc.

› writes in english, french.› anya’s story contains trigger warnings : eating disorders, dark thoughts, and undiagnosed mental health issues, severe anxiety.› no rp with any ppl involved into grooming or anything non-consensual (in which case, i unfollow).› otherwise, i’m open to all kinds of stories.› i’m not comfortable with characters who use specific rp terms (it feels like a mix-up to me and i really don't like it).› no ooc unless if it's really needed.

♡ lyubinov,
anya

anya moved through the world like a whisper — something seen only in the corner of one’s eye, felt more than known. there was a strange light about her, soft but unyielding, as if her soul had learned to glow in places where others dimmed. she carried silence the way others carried armor, and when she looked at you, it was like being seen by something both fragile and infinite. every motion, every breath she took seemed suspended between dreaming and remembering, a fleeting echo of something sacred, half lost to time. and yet, beneath that ethereal quiet, her mind never rested. it danced through constellations of thoughts, tracing patterns only she could understand, collecting fragments of stories, songs, and fleeting impressions like secret treasures. the world moved fast around her, but she lingered in moments others overlooked — the tilt of a leaf in sunlight, the subtle vibration of a forgotten melody, the weight of words left unsaid. to know her was to feel the pull of something delicate and profound, a presence that lingered long after she had passed, like a sigh woven into the fabric of the air itself.

alias : anya saskia lyubinov.
date of birth : 22.01.04.
age : 21.
status : taken (yolín). ♡
zodiac : aquarius.
mbti : intp.
pronouns : she/her.

orientation : bisexual.
nationality : russian.
social status : low class.
occupation : ex professional e-sport player.
cinema student + motion designer part-time.
place of birth : st petersburg, russia.
languages : russian, korean, english, language sign (russia).

*nya's

‹ welcome to my world ! ›

♡.

‹ i like › her boyfriend, league of legends, soup, russia, her boyfriend, gaming, graphic design, cinema, being straightforward, french rap, high fashion, fruits, her boyfriend, plushies, candies, fall, girly tv shows, memes, quiet rain, mitski, soft fabrics, handwritten letters, distant piano notes, pinky things, pales roses, roblox, gentle hands, warm coffee, echoes of laughter, regression, melancholy beauty, notebooks filled with doodles, pixel art, her boyfriend, fantasy novels, tabis, studio ghibli, retro rpgs, mechanical keyboards, her boyfriend, astronomy, sketching characters, cozy hoodies, her boyfriend, coding in the dark, strategy games, comic book stores, late-night discord calls, broken headphones, fan theories, concept art books, typing sounds, collectible cards, polka dots.

‹ i dislike › loud crowds, forced small talk, bright fluorescent lights, arrogance, being interrupted, dishonesty, group photos, rushed mornings, insincerity, meaningless routines, people who fake interest, pressure to “be normal, cluttered noise, unwanted touch, gossip, competition disguised as friendship, synthetic scents, being misunderstood, loud notifications, overexposure, rigid schedules, shallow compliments, cold rooms, people who talk over others, the feeling of wasting time, obligation without passion, cruelty disguised as humor, cheap drama, unnecessary confrontation.

♡.