new theme, just bc i can.
verse tag dump.
✗ ― 「 v: release me from the present 」 canon: i. ✗ ― 「 v: don’t let me be gone 」 canon: ii. ✗ ― 「 v: lean on my pride / i’m a lion 」 canon: iii. ✗ ― 「 v: stay with me / you don’t need to run 」 garrison. ✗ ― 「 v: if i can live through this 」 champion. ✗ ― 「 v: i’m a goner / somebody catch my breath 」 astral plane. ✗ ― 「 v: dear atlas / you must endure 」 galra reign.
☆ @stolenbystars is back!!! gets a thing
“ hey. ”
it’s a hushed attempt to get the other’s attention, coming from off to the side. shiro’s hesitant to draw the attention of adam’s parents, but then... he’s nervous about the attention he’s TRYING to get, too. cheeks flushed slightly, he runs a hand awkwardly through his hair and glances BRIEFLY off to the side once the other boy looks over.
“ uhm. any chance you’re not too busy? i thought... maybe we could hang out? ”
Delivered to @kienokoru with a hug and a lil’ cheek kiss uwu
who wants to write some fantasy shit
i’m so stuck on the witch au ghost & i developed and i just wanna write my space witch werewolf boy with more people. it’s a verse i’m flexible with when i expand out to other people so it’s just!! fantasy stuff!!
...i also have my hogwarts verses which i also love but yeah someone just write some magic bs with me
ANIMAL: wolf or lion tbh (lioness specifically. i have reasons!!!) COLOR: white / purple MONTH: february SONG: spaceman - the killers NUMBER: 11 DAY OR NIGHT: night PLANT: aconitum variegatum SMELL: sweat, ozone, fresh laundry SEASON: spring FOOD: mac ‘n cheese (& it’s still josh keatons fault) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: pisces ELEMENT: air, aether DRINK: coffee
tagged by: @shieldedchild <3 tagging: uhhhh @grimesucker, @fearfcrged, @savedgames, @countrywestern, and anyone who wants to steal it?
stardust is golden, it settles on your skin and you shine with it. you breathe it in, and your insides turn to light, to the fiery blaze of cosmos.
weeps openly
bc i’m weak for these things. snagged the link from @vagasbonds, make ur own here.
Praise this body For nothing has killed it yet Even my own two hands
— Jill Khoury, from “Litany for Survival,” published in Inverted Syntax