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i need to do some grinding on my apex battlepass but after that i’m gonna try to write, focusing probs here, @forplikte​, & @nokkiru​,,

Which Aesthetic Color are you?

forest green

You're in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there's something special to you, and you're well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you're a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don't mean to put walls up-- you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You're complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don't worry, though, it's not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

tagged by: stolen from @arcbright​ tagging: follow my example

grimesucker·.

❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞ // @kienokoru·

                                                           just SCREAMS when fifteen tries to bring it up—

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Send a ‘📃’ for a short drabble involving our muses (Closed) || @kienokoru​

Shiro adapts to alien-care

In the briefest of instances, Shiro became aware of the void of sleep. He wanted to succumb to unconsciousness again (A secondary part of him marvels at the fact that he’s waking up at his own leisure, as opposed to being shaken or jolted awake by orderlies or nightmares), but in his half-asleep state, Shiro felt like something was up. Not wrong, just off—like he forgot something or slept on his leg weird.

As he faded further from dreams, and drifted closer to consciousness, Shiro understood what was the off feeling was about—his arm was wet.

One groggy eye at a time, he peels them open to the dingy motel room turned home-base. His sensations realign themselves with reality, and Shiro realizes that his prosthetic arm is the drenched one. The reason why is simple: Vanx.

Even as Shiro returned to the land of the living, she continued to gnaw on his arm—smearing her slobber all over the place.

It’s pretty gross. In a cute kind of way? No, no—Shiro prefers his limbs not-slobbered-on, even if his prosthetic arm could be power-washed. He half-mumbles in a groggy voice, “Come on, Vanx,” and jiggles his arm to a great clinking of teeth.

Vanx looks up—with her jaws still clamped down on his arm—and stares with big guilty eyes that scream, “I didn’t think you’d catch me red-handed.“

Vanx finally drops his arm and scooches some away. Grunting, Shiro stretches out his back. As sketchy as the mattress looks (and smells), it would’ve been better for him than leaning on headboard. Then again, a little soreness was the least of his worries.

Having popped as many cricks down his spine as he could, Shiro takes stock of his prosthetic arm; at least, he does after smearing it across the sheets, just to get the first layer of slobber off it. As he assesses for damage, Vanx pipes up with a more nervous-sounding yelp, “I swear I did not break any parts!”

Shiro realizes he’s been wearing a more so disgusted look. He is pretty grossed out, but he doesn’t want Vanx to think she’s in trouble. He’s not angry, or even really frustrated, so much as he’s just struggling. He’s never handled kids that teethed, much less kids that teethed like Vanx.

He’s seen her try to eat through walls.

Putting on a warm smile, his voice turns gentle as he tries to reassure Vanx. “I’m sure you didn’t, but we still need to be careful. I need this to get around and fight, too.” He’s been flexing his fingers and everything seems to be in order—no damage, and from the look of things, very few scuff marks. “You don’t want to leave me without an arm, right?”

“Oh.” Vanx blinks and her voice drops to low tone, something that suggests she better understands the gravity of the issue. “I am sorry.”

Shiro let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Yes, I am sure you would be very sad if you could not do any more arm wrestling.”

Shiro blinks at that, feeling a twinge of offense spring up in his gut. “That’s not– I don’t–” He sputters for a moment as he collects his thoughts. “I was arm wrestling long before I got this arm, ”

Vanx makes a face of scrutiny as she looks between either of Shiro’s arms. “But.. your flesh arm is so weak and edible.”

“Well, yes, but arm wrestling isn’t just about strength, you also have to have the proper technique, and–” Shiro stops himself before he goes too deep into that rabbit hole. He ignores the more disturbing half of Vanx’s comment, and tries to not to regret showing her how to arm wrestle.

It helped past the time, and it was fun game they enjoyed.

“Look, it’s not just about me being able to arm wrestle or not. This arm is.. apart of me.” He said the last part hesitantly, like he didn’t really want to admit it. For a moment, his eyebrows furrow together, but his expression evens-out again. “If you need to gnaw on something, then we can get you something like, uh.. chew toy?”

He cringed inwardly at that word choice. It felt a little dehumanizing, offering a little kid dog toys. Vanx, on the other hand, perked up at that. She sounded excited as can be as she practically squealed, “Really?”

Shiro reminds himself, once again, that alien kids usually like alien toys, and those aren’t always like human toys.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll get you the next one we come across.” Shiro laughed at the way Vanx fist-pumped to herself.  He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and as he stood up, he rolls both his shoulder to even more cricks and pops. “But, how about we have another rematch before we start off the day?”

Vanx beamed at the idea and scurried off the bed herself. With just a grunt, she   was already hefting the nightstand from the other side of the bed to the middle of the room (While she lacked any kind of technique, the kid had more than enough brute strength). She always thought she’d beat Shiro at arm wrestling, and Shiro would be lying if he said a small part of himself wouldn’t feel vindicated by beating her yet again.

But it’d all be in the name of fun and games, and it’d make for a good distraction from the grimy city outside.

Unbreakable? Or untouchable when broken.

A friendly reminded it’s Shiro’s birthday and I still love him!

the millennium series by stieg larsson death, violence, suicide mention.  

“i’m a survivor. i do what i have to do to survive.”  

“you’ll have my support if you need it.”

“i’m just a freak, that’s all.”

“you don’t believe in god?”

“thanks for being my friend.”

“sorry. i wasn’t listening.”

“you’re going to have some serious bruises for a while.”

“that was brave but awfully stupid.”

“you look like you just woke up.”

“everyone has secrets. it’s just a matter of finding out what they are.”

“up until then, i had thought about killing myself.” 

“this is… not healthy.”

“what would you do if it was me?”

“i think you’re awake.”  

“would you like company?”

“i’m not a child any more.”

“if your questions piss me off, i won’t answer.” 

“everyone has to have something to believe in.”

“fuck you too. need help?”

“i’m going to kill you!”

“a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and all that crap.”

“you have to concentrate on getting well.”

“usually it’s other people who don’t give a shit about me.”

“you look like a car crash.”  

“why don’t you want to talk to the police?”

“i can keep a secret, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“you’ve been hurt and had surgery.”

“i need somebody to tell me if i’m doing anything stupid.”

“they’ll twist what i say and use it against me.”

“what kind of weapon is it?”

“what i’m thinking of asking you is unethical and it might be illegal. but morally, it’s the right thing to do.”

“no bones broken?”  

“i wasn’t going to let that motherfucker kill you.”

“go home and get some sleep.”

“if you’re nice to me, i’ll be nice to you.”

“that was a serious mistake.”

“don’t ever do anything for nothing.”    

“that’s not a detail, it’s a whole novel.”

“you’ve had an operation and you’re in the intensive care unit.”

“am i being arrested?”

“you don’t give a shit about other people.”

“i thought you’d died.”

15 ASSOCIATIONS

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

Animal:  wolf Colour:  silver, black, white, & purple Month:  april Song:   champion by fob & my blood by 21p Number:  11 Day or night:  night Plant:   european monkshood ( aconitum variegatum ) Smells:  sweat, green tea, ozone Gemstone:  star garnite, tektite Season:  spring Place:  space  ( that counts, right? ) Food:  tonkatsu, macaroni & cheese Astrological sign:  pisces Element(s):  air, aether Drink:  obnoxiously sweet coffee

tagged by: @tosparkle & @grimesucker​ i think?? it’s been a while lmf ;;; tagging: steal it, kids

@criticalebwidogast​.  (x)

           there’s an amount of HESITANCE in accepting the assistance— this , a STRANGER , & one that exudes a certain CHARGED aura - the sort of air of a being to which there’s more than meets the eye ;

                                                          ( he rolled an 18 on his insight check. )

STILL, there’s a nod of APPRECIATION as the wizard is freed from the vines that made to GRASP at his legs , the vegetation falling limply aside under the ministrations of the white-haired young man - the foliage obeys without RESISTANCE , it would seem , leaving KEEN MIND to wonder towards the strangers relationship with the sentience of the forest .

                                                   “ i do not mean to aggravate the flora - ”

                                                   ( it was just that he rolled a 5 on his dex save— )

                                                   “ - are these woods under YOUR care ?”

  no one MEANS to aggravate the flora, it’s just something that happens in dox’s forest; particularly to strangers with a clear magical aura about them. lucky for dox’s plants  ( and this stranger )  that he was around to INTERVENE before there was more reason for aggravation on either side.

     “ mine? no. i mean, not really. ”  standing once the vines have simply fallen back to the forest floor with no fight, shiro takes a step back, allowing the other some space.  “ i just help. ”

rather than elaborate further on that, he offers a smile  ---  friendly, if a bit SHEEPISH  ---  and rubs at the back of his neck.

     “ i don’t have any control over the plants or anything but they, uhm. they trust me. ”

An entire universe inside of you.

so if anyone had any doubts that @fearfcrged​ is the best, this guy just showed up in the mail

i’m crying, tysm rook. you’re amazing and the note is so sweet and i don’t deserve this ;u; ♡

me: *points to space* !!!!!!

friend: ????

me: *points to space more violently* !!!!!!!!!

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

#pretty nice person

realistic space dad?

MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  —  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

TAGGED BY : @arcbright​ <3 TAGGING : just snag it & say i tagged u

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” – that’s intimacy.

Taylor Jenkins Reid (via 9realms)

kienokoru‌:

tfw ghost makes you think about the potential uc verse for a canon muse that you don’t even write, and you’re tempted to pick them up just for that

welp.

tfw ghost makes you think about the potential uc verse for a canon muse that you don't even write, and you're tempted to pick them up just for that

What Pokemon Type Are You?

You represent the GRASS type!

The Grass type is all about life. Whether you're watching nature grow, or allowing the seeds of a newfound friendship to blossom, Grass-types focus on the creation of things, rather than the destruction. Like a study oak, you're a patient individual, though sometimes your relaxed demeanor can border on inaction. You enjoy personal relationships, and always are one to give a gift to a friend, or jump for joy at the smallest display of kindness. You truly like to believe in the best of people, it seems. This attitude is noble, but it can get you into trouble, Grass-type. You need to remain in control of your day-dreams, and make sure that your emotional compass doesn't lead you to harm. If you can maintain a smile through the grit of the world, then good things will surely sprout up in your future!

               ---  53.85% Match

tagged by: @tosparkle​ <3 tagging: idk steal it and say i tagged u

»» Wardrobe ( part 2 )

a bit of a contrast from his canon wardrobe, shiro’s everyday, normal life choices in clothing are, naturally, more… relaxed. the two important factors in his choices remain, however: functionality & comfort. not overly concerned with style, he wears what he likes and what keeps him comfy. he favours big sweaters that are oversized, even on him, and is well-known to have some really obnoxious and hideous patterned ones that he genuinely likes the look of. shirts, however, vary from fitted to loose depending on what he feels like wearing on a given day, and pants are much the same. his favourite shoes will always be combat boots, but he has a couple pairs of sneakers, too.

colours are most often muted and typically dark, save for his massive sweaters. where most of his shirts are black or grey or white, his sweaters come in any colour, varying brightness, and all sorts of patterns. he even has one where the front is just a massive picture of his dog’s face, but what do you want from him? he has a real appreciation for ugly sweaters.

@vagasbonds​ sent:  “ happy belated birthday , gramps. “ elias snickers , grinning at shiro , “ i was out late gettin’ this for you— and don’t worry it was ALL LEGAL ! “ instead of a usual toss he’d give any other object , he gently holds the somewhat wrapped out present to his friend. inside he’d find a high quality , state of the art telescope. ( SOBS ELIAS LOVES HIS FRIEND SO MUCH HES JUST DUMB )

 belated birthday wishes

  crinkling his nose playfully at the nickname, shiro’s expression is already cracking into a smile. just hearing birthday wishes, late or not, from elias is enough for him. and yet, there’s a GIFT held out in his direction, earning a surprised raise of eyebrows  ---  he never expects anything on his birthday, partially out of modesty and partially because it’s just been so long since it’s been a regular thing for him.

     “ good to know, because that was my FIRST question, ”  he teases as he accepts the present, although he has plenty of reason to genuinely suspect that anything elias hands off might be stolen. he wouldn’t put it past the punk to give him something illegally obtained PURELY for the amusement of it, too.

     “ you didn’t have to get me anything, though, ”  shiro continues, attention lowering to the package in his hands. shifting the weight of it to be held in one arm, his now-free hand raises to tear carefully at the wrapping, eyes WIDENING at the first glimpse of what’s inside. not even having to finish unwrapping to know EXACTLY what it is, shiro’s gaze lifts once more and he shakes his head.  “ you REALLY didn’t have to. this sort of thing is so expensive, you shouldn’t have spent that kind of money... ”

features softening, all signs of teasing disappearing, he just smiles at elias for a minute. elias, who’s practically a LIVING MEME. elias, who uses ridiculous behaviour to cover his real emotions. elias, who’s trying to pass off an INCREDIBLE, PERFECT gift off as NOTHING. 

then, all at once, shiro pulls his friend in close for a hug, giving the other a meaningful squeeze with his free arm.

     “ thank you, elias. it’s perfect. ”

@grimesucker​ sent:  his OD had PINGED the notification , allowing him some time to PREPARE---...still, something feels INAPPROPRIATE about this , in how he presents a BOTTLE of SEWER WATER with a BOW around the neck ; look , he doesn't have a lot of EXPERIENCE in buying presents, & alcohol always seems like a good idea. ...& if not , well , he's got some solid itch brownies as back-up. "hey, fifteen - happy birthday."

 belated birthday wishes

  surprised by the bottle thrust in his direction, shiro is LOST, glancing between it and the man holding it with a questioning quirk in his brow. expression softens, however, when explanation comes in the form of dox wishing him a happy birthday. huh, he didn’t really think the mender was one to keep track of that sort of thing.

     “ thanks, dox. ”  accepting the sewer water, despite it not being the sort of thing he’d ask for or even purchase for himself. it’s a gift, and one from DOX for that matter, so he appreciates it regardless. it’s the THOUGHT that counts, and dox cared enough to think of him on his birthday and buy him a present. smiling, the boy holds the bottle in both hands, the one of metal clinking against the glass, and gives it a GLANCE OVER. the bow is a cute touch.

raising his head again, shiro nods toward the kitchen and raises his eyebrows at dox.

     “ why don’t we share this? ”

@grimesucker​ sent:  it's a MESS of a cake , too many layers that now threaten to TOPPLE---it's PRETTY otherwise aside from unsteady foundation , all fluffy cream & fresh fruits ; atop sit candles, a HAZARD in how they're alight, but dox doesn't seem CONCERNED about it---"c'mon, make a wish n' blow it out!" // think sleeping beauty cake..... shaman verse ??????

  belated birthday wishes

     “ oh my god. ”

  shiro LAUGHS at the sight of the cake, unable to help himself. it looks like it’s barely staying balanced and it might light the whole cottage  ( which is ALL WOOD, by the way )  on fire if they aren’t careful. he suspects there’s some magic at work to prevent this, but still.

     “ this is the most RIDICULOUS cake i’ve ever seen. and also the most amazing. ”

laughter still marks his voice, but now it’s more bewilderment than amusement. no one’s ever made him ANYTHING like this for his birthday; how long did dox spend baking this and topping it? clearly so much work has been put into it and, for some reason, it’s all been done for HIM. it’s... maybe it’s silly, but it makes emotions of all sorts pile into his chest.

watching the flickering lights of the candles atop the CAKE MOUNTAIN, he takes a moment to think. make a wish? there’s nothing he needs to wish for, everything is already good  ---  he’s HAPPY, even if there are still some struggles he’s working though, and he wouldn’t change a thing about his life the way it is now.

i want things to stay like this, he thinks to himself, stepping up to the cake. breath drawn, the candles are all blown out in one go and shiro still has a BROAD smile on his face as he leans back, gaze turning to dox.

     “ you really didn’t have to go to this much trouble. ...but since you did, i think we should have a couple of big slices RIGHT NOW. ”

You’ll get there one day kid, happy birthday 🖤

CLICK ON IT, IT’S TRANSPARENT

ventured into the shiro tag for the first time in years, lying to myself by saying “it can’t be that bad this long after the show ended, right?”

yes it can. it’s almost exclusively gross ships and almost no solo art whICH IS ALL I’M LOOKING FOR. but no i guess all he exists for now is gross, uncomfortable ships. like, even more than before lmao. I’M NOT PULLING PUNCHES ANYMORE BC I’M NOT IN THE FANDOM OR RPC ANYMORE: ALL SHIPS BETWEEN HIM AND ANOTHER PALADIN ARE GROSS THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.

...also it informed me that i missed his birthday. on an actual leap year. so not only am i bleaching my eyes but i’m also a SHAM.

no addressing our problems we downward spiral like MEN

                                                  dox  &&  fifteen                                  @grimesucker  &&  @kienokoru

🌺 “I WANT TO KNOW…” Prompts

A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.

For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)

“I want to know more about you.” 

“I want to know where you’re from.”

“I want to know what you do.”

“I want to know what you like.”

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“I want to know who your family is.”

“I want to know who your friends are.”

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

“I want to know what makes you sad.”

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“I want to know why you’re hurt.”

“I want to know who hurt you.”

“I want to know why you’re scared.”

“I want to know what love is to you.”

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I want to know who you hated.”

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I want to know why you stayed.”

“I want to know why you left me.”

“I want to know why you care.”

i take loyalty very seriously

grimesucker‌.

@kienokoru | ♥’d 44 574R73R

                                                                   “ stay quiet, ”

demand given in assurance they don’t SPOOK their target , a young DOE who is already frightened ENOUGH— taking CAUTION in his footsteps , dox travels slowly closer , hands raised to present NO HARM as feet carry him to the fallen deer ; she lies upon the ground with a WOUND across her side , hunters already DEALT WITH before they could claim their victim——

near enough , the shaman eases into a kneel , one palm coming to stroke along soft fur , SHUSHING the creature as she makes pitiful whimpers ; 

                                                      “ hello , sweetheart ; it’s me. ”

CARETAKER — the shaman is known to the beasts in his forest , & while the doe’s flinching doesn’t HALT , her shudders at least appear to LESSEN.  with gentle COOS he further endeavors to calm her , providing positive ASSURANCES as he continues to stroke her pelt ; & while he does so , a GLOW emanates from his palm , source of LIFE channeled into her in order to seal her injury.

                       glancing back to shiro , dox beckons him nearer ;

                                           “ the salve - come apply it , like i taught you. ”

  order followed, shiro REMAINS in place and silent as he watches as dox deescalates the situation, doing what he can to calm the injured doe and assure her that she’s safe now. he’s seen this sort of thing before, but shiro still can’t help but to watch in awe as the shaman works, so caught up in it that he nearly JUMPS when word is finally addressed to him once more.

     “ ---right. ”

hurrying over, the boy pulls a jar from the satchel slung over his shoulder and lowers carefully to his knees upon reaching the other two. in the past, his mere presence had been one which FRIGHTENED the creatures of the woods  ---  werewolves are not so beloved by humans nor animals  ---  but fortunately, he had been able to prove himself to them through good deeds and little rescue missions not unlike this one.

now, they almost consider him one of their own.

jar seal removed, shiro dips in his fingers and brings the thick salve over the injury the doe has sustained. just as dox taught him, he begins the application; carefully, gently, he spreads the ointment, all the while sharing his OWN calming aura with the deer.

     “ she’s still SHAKEN by what happened, but she’s already thanking you, ”  he notes quietly, eyes unmoving from his work.  “ ---like this, right? ”