Touch My Muse. Be Descriptive Or Simple, Tender Or Violent, Fond Or Hateful - Anything Goes.

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

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i take loyalty very seriously

@grimesucker​:  ( x )

IT’S FINE - dox has spent his OWN time lying on the floor, a handful of various objects floating above him under the influence of his magic - a mushroom, a ball of moss, loose petals from a flower ; like a druidic mobile . the items remain floating even as dox turns attention towards shiro, returned from what was meant to be a simple errand run ;

                     “ s’okay. time is fake. it means nothing to the trees, it means nothing to me.                                                               —were you at the bakery again ?”

  padding across the room, eyes on the objects floating above dox, one of shiro’s ears simply twitches to acknowledge that he’s heard the response. ---THEN a half-second later, the question brings him to a screeching halt, his gaze snapping to dox, looking both STARTLED and perhaps a bit found out.

     ‘ what? --no. ’  the answer is immediate, and shiro internally curses himself for reacting on that denial instinct. it only makes him sound more guilty. in an effort to LESSEN his obviousness, he continues;  ‘ the bakery’s nowhere near where i had to go, why would i... ’

trailing off, allowing the words the HANG in the air like dox’s ball of moss, he realizes it’s no use. dox sees right through him and already knows that yes, he went to stare at the cute bakery boy again. conceding, though not without some embarrassed irritation, the werewolf puffs an exhale through his nose and moves to stand over the prone shaman, DROPPING a bundle of herbs onto his chest.

     ‘ --just take your coltsfoot. ’

@purposeclaimed   /   fantasy sc.

     ‘ lance, ’  amusement is EASILY felt through telepathic connection, and almost visible in the puff of breath that rises in a thin cloud from the werewolf’s maw.  ‘ it’s not that cold. ’

  he can feel the small dragon burying himself DEEPER into the thick white fur of shiro’s neck and, while it’s funny, it seems a bit excessive. the snow is falling gently in TINY FLAKES, and none has yet to remain on the ground for long. it’s a little CHILLY, sure, but nothing a dragon shouldn’t be able to handle. picking his way carefully through the undergrowth, shiro shakes his head.

     ‘ you’re being overdramatic. ’

I just wrote & lost a whole long post about this but. basically I went to ovw to try to have some fun bc my day is hard sucking and instead the one game I play, I'm focused LIKE THIS all game and my team doesn't fucking notice.

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.

vagasbonds‌.

❛ SHIRO – i missed you ! ❜ without room for protest , an arm is thrown around shiro’s shoulders ( well , shoulder area … the height difference kills it ) , ❛ ya didn’t go anywhere. just missed ya. how’s it going ? ❜

&& . @kienokoru​ / take the clingy goblin child

     “ because i was on the other side of the room for two minutes? ”  though his tone is flat, there’s a lilt of AMUSEMENT to it which matches the look on his face, an eyebrow quirked as he peers down at elias. really, it’s hard to be annoyed by when it’s such a clear show of how far they’ve come since their first meeting.

     “ we MIGHT need to talk about attachment issues, ”  he teases, wrapping an arm over elias’ shoulders in return.  “ otherwise, it’s going just fine. ”

@grimesucker​ sent:  puts hands on his shoulders from behind , tucks forward & plants a kiss in his hair .

  cozy on the couch, shiro doesn’t even hear dox coming up from behind. he’s too focused on the OLD BOOK on astronomy in his hands and the CAT in his lap. even when the weight of hands fall on his shoulders, he’s slow to pull himself from the paragraph he’s reading. the KISS placed against his head, however, is enough to tug him much more quickly to the moment, blinking in surprise. head raises and he glances over his shoulder in an effort to glimpse dox, honestly startled by the blatant act of affection.

     “ feeling sentimental tonight? ”

though there is a teasing lilt in his voice, the smile on shiro’s face is PURE of intent. he’s always been a physically affectionate person but, in the undercity, it’s rare that he gets to express himself that way these days and rarer STILL that someone else is affectionate with him.

that said, it’s ALWAYS a nice surprise.

@grimesucker​ sent:  look it's nothin' special , he's just got fresh flowers poking through the floorboards right by where shiro sleeps , & a cloth set beside these at whereupon rests a still-warm chocolate chip muffin, fresh from his oven . // platonic v-day gifts in the witch verse pls thank u ;;;

  soft scents rouse him slowly from his sleep, though they don’t initially REGISTER in the haze of fresh consciousness. a tongue-curling yawn paired with a big stretch, forepaws extending out in front of him as far as they can, hindquarters rising slightly from the heavily cushioned bed, and eyes finally blink open blearily. body relaxes, and it’s THEN that both eyes and nose clue in to the morning surprise.

a puff of air leaves the werewolf’s snout: a FOND LAUGH. it honestly is a surprise, but it’s a nice one, one which dox will no doubt NEVER bring up. his kindness has always been expressed... in interesting ways.

nosing at the flowers before him for a better whiff of their sweet scent, shiro would smile if this form were capable of it. as it is, fluffy tail instead thumps a soft beat against cushioning. he thinks he might LEAVE the flowers there, if he can  ---  it’s a pleasant sight, and he doubts that dox will have a problem letting them be.

TEMPTING as it is, once he’s finished appreciating the flora, to simply devour the delicious-smelling muffin still waiting for him, that almost seems disrespectful. plus, given it’s still warm, it should be SAVOURED. thus, rather than hork it down between large jaws, wolf shrinks and mere seconds later a hand reaches for the pastry. now the smile that has been waiting finally SHOWS ITSELF, spreading wide as two fingers pinch a chunk of the muffin off to bring to his mouth.

glad to have taken the savouring route, shiro makes note that he’ll have to find something nice to do IN RETURN. ---not because he feels it owed for the nice surprise, but because he WANTS to do something kind for dox. maybe some people like to keep this day exclusively for romance, but he’s always been someone who much more enjoys using it to treat EVERYONE he cares about to something nice. he wouldn’t have thought dox would be the same, but... somehow it’s not all that shocking to discover that he is.

grimesucker‌.

@kienokoru | ♥’D 44 574R73R

                                            “ SO ? WHAT D’YOU THINK ?”

inquiry made with slight NUDGE to the slumbrat’s shoulder, followed up with a vague gesture to the stall front whereupon sits a plethora of weapons set between them & the vendor , a neon-colored punk named CIPHER— a BRAT to the HIGHEST DEGREE, but the one vendor in the black market that dox has had the most dealings with - neither would consider the other a FRIEND , but dox doesn’t steal from cipher & cipher doesn’t cut off dox’s fingers for thinking about it.

they’re out here now because dox is ADAMANT on getting fifteen some kinda WEAPON, something to at least ease his OWN mind to know the kid has some means of self-defense ; whether or not he’d USE IT remains to be seen , what with his penchant for trying to remain the VOICE OF REASON , but better to be SAFE than SORRY . …actually , dox has never been sorry a day in his life - so SAFE it is.

fingers tap across the assorted weaponry - knives , throwing stars , retractable batons , knuckle dusters , a whole-ass MORNING STAR—

                                                               “ anything ya like ?”

     “ ...i dunno. ”

  clear INDECISIVENESS clings to the response, dark grey eyes scanning over the wide range of weapons for at least the fourth time now. he hasn’t WANTED a weapon, he’s only here because dox almost literally dragged him here and is now forcing him to pick something out. ...if he were to be COMPLETELY honest though, shiro doesn’t think it’s the worst idea  ---  he knows dox only wants to get him a weapon for his own safety and, really... decent as he is with his fists in a fight, having something more would help him protect himself  ( and the other slumbrats )  a lot more.

     “ maybe... this? ” 

fingers move forward, a glance cast to cipher tentatively, and curl around the handle of a steel black combat knife. the weight feels good in his hand, but it feels WRONG to be holding something like this. it’s something obviously MEANT for combat, nothing else, but out of everything laid out before him... this is what’s caught his eye. perhaps because it seems the least BRUTAL of everything.