Georgy Chulkov, From “Autumnal Love,” Featured In “A Treasury Of Russian Verse,”

   I’ll trade you one bad memory for a summer day full of mint.

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ALRIGHT. in between some gaming and a quick outing i’ve been working on a new theme. most of my day went in to it and i think it’s OFFICIALLY FINISHED. thank god lmfao

that said, i’m really pleased with the results? :’>

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.

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

@grimesucker​  //  5liip.  (x)

HEAD RISES as fifteen enters , a TIMELY appearance since his summons— the boy stands STIFF , 5liip notes , inspiring a slight TILT to the angle of his head in endeavor to come across as QUESTIONING , portraying personality more INQUISITIVE than REPRIMANDING.

answer soon comes regarding the member’s rigid posture , to which a soft BREATH escapes 5liip , lips spreading into small SMILE.

                              “ it’s alright . it’s not something we could have planned. ”

                                                                                                    says the man who planned it.

—it wasn’t as though he ACTIVELY pushed the two into the same space at the same time , he merely… coaxed them into the vague area , & provided enough circumstantial conditions to ensure there was nothing else to do BUT encounter one another—

a gesture of his arm , 5liip invites shiro to take a seat , to RELAX ;

                                  “ it must have been JARRING for you, to see him again.                                      i’m certain he wasn’t expecting to see you EITHER. ”

                                                                        a CERTAINTY by his OWN craft.

  having expected REPRIMAND for causing a scene, it’s both surprising and relieving when the gang leader doesn’t seem remotely bothered. in fact, he seems mildly amused, if understanding. when it sinks in that he’s not going to be punished, let alone lectured, the tenseness in shiro’s body RELAXES some and, when waved toward a seat, he accepts the invitation.

     “ it... yeah. jarring might be putting it lightly, ”  he replies, lowering into the chair in front of 5liip’s desk. hands fold in his lap and his gaze rests on them for a few moments, mind CHURNING with thoughts of this afternoon, as well as the last time he’d seen dox.

     “ the last time i saw him, he kicked me out of his life with NO WARNING. ”  and it still hurt. more so after today, after the way dox had regarded him, the things dox had said to him. when you had come to view someone as a BROTHER, you never expect them to abandon and turn on you at the drop of a hat over ONE THING. metal hand clenches into a fist in his lap, and shiro lifts his head to meet 5liip’s gaze.

     “ he might not have been expecting to see me either, but it was sure easy for him to THROW INSULTS. i’ve never felt so... i don’t know... betrayed? ---i’ve never felt like that before, and i just... i SNAPPED. ”

something which only ADDED to his emotional turmoil over the situation. control is something he’s always been able to maintain, under EVERY circumstance, no matter how strong his emotions. and yet... here he had snapped and been the first to physically attack. it’s genuinely SCARED him, left him all the more rattled by the encounter.

HECK IT. this is a straight up starter call for my witch / magic / fantasy verse. i’m craving stuff so bad lmfao.

just a little rundown since i have no verse info up yet: this verse is FLEXIBLE AF. it’s literally a general fantasy verse for me to write some guilty pleasure tropes with shiro ok. as for shiro in the verse, he’s a space witch who was bitten by a werewolf in his teens. the curse suppressed his magic but over time & with a lot of work he slowly manages to reconnect with it. he lives with and sort of works as an assistant for an earth shaman ( @grimesucker​ ) in the middle of a forest.

feel free to come at me to plot if you’d like to before i write something for you. multis pls specify a muse you want the starter for. thx for enabling me bbs. ♡

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

levels of headcanon:

This is heavily supported by text/subtext and is likely what the creators intended for me to get from this 

this is sort of supported by the text and could, conceivably be what the creators intended for me to get from the text/subtext

there is no evidence either way

there is slight evidence against my headcanon, but I don’t care

I’ve stopped giving a crap about canon

shiro, cudding in bed w/ sendak:  wE’RE NOT DATING

WITCH AU.

born a rare space witch, shiro spent the first many years of his life learning and developing his magic & potential. even after the passing of his mother put him in an orphanage at the age of 11, he kept practicing, knowing it would have been what she’d wanted. 

while out searching for some herbs for a particular ritual one evening, shiro found himself distracted as he listened to the planets & the stars - and most importantly, the full moon. lost in the sounds of the universe, he was unsuspectingly attacked by a couple of werewolves. the scene was gruesome; blood was everywhere as he was tugged at from either side by the both of them, as they clawed and bit, and attempted to drag him off. at some point during the horror, the boy fell unconscious in combination from shock and blood loss, thus he was unable to witness the beasts being scared off by an unknown entity, leaving him behind in a limp, bleeding heap.

when consciousness found him again, shiro was in an unfamiliar home rather than the dark woods. he was cleaned up, and many of his wounds had been healed to some degree. he had been found in the middle of the night by the earth shaman dox, who had brought him back to his cabin and taken care of him. though nothing could be done to bring back the arm which had been lost during the moments he was the rope in a game of tug o’ war between two giant wolves, dox had been able to heal all of his wounds at least to the point that they were no longer bleeding. over many days, he would be able to continue to heal the injuries until they were nothing but scars.

while initially he stays with the shaman simply to heal, dox invites him to stay rather than return to the orphanage. already at an age where they were bound to kick him out to live on his own at any point anyway, being seventeen, it’s all the more reason to accept. it also feels safer to him to keep himself in the middle of the woods, near as few people as possible, now that he’s been passed the curse of those who attacked him.

thus, shiro joins dox in a semi-hermit lifestyle, assisting the shaman in his work and coming to terms with his new state of being. the curse of a werewolf suppresses the magic of a witch bitten, so shiro has lost access to everything he’s spent so much of his life developing and skills that he would use regularly. with time, he becomes more well-adjusted to things. he comes to like most aspects of his life with dox, and learns a great deal from him - even begins to slowly regain some of his own magic with his help.