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       samsara vc : who raised you—???

          shiro vc:  you.

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

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tag dump.

≠ ━ 「 lean on my pride; i’m a lion 」 musings. ≠ ━ 「 i’ll morph to someone else; defense mechanism mode 」 headcanon. ≠ ━ 「 though i am bruised / face of contusions / know i’ll keep moving 」 character study. ≠ ━ 「 got nothing but dreams inside 」 visage. ≠ ━ 「 trying to blow out the pilot light 」 aesthetic. ✧ ━ 「 prompt me 」 meme. ✧ ━ 「 prompt me 」 sentences. ↻ ━ 「 answered 」 ic. ↻ ━ 「 answered 」 ooc. ☆ ━ 「 only wrote this down to make you press rewind 」 psa. ☆ ━ 「 spread the love! 」 promo.

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.

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

friend: ????

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

he’m birth

‘how do i interact with you’

write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i don’t care just write with me

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 honestly love planet scanning in Andromeda.