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@grimesucker​ sent:  ❛ Everyone has secrets and if you keep asking, you’ll see how far I’m willing to go to keep mine. ❜

across the universe   ☆☆   accepting.

  brought to an abrupt halt by the words, or perhaps more by the severe tone in which they’re spoken, shiro falls still and simply blinks at dox, eyes wide. while he’s NO STRANGER to dox’s more harsh tones of voice, it’s not often that they’re directed at HIM. typically, dox is talking to some other slumrat in this manner, whether they’re deserving of it or not, so whenever it does come ‘round to focus on him... shiro is startled every time.

it isn’t as though he’d been egging the man on or anything, either. yes, he may have been asking questions, but they had been INNOCENT  ---  mere efforts to understand dox better  ---  and not remotely forceful. ironically, these are usually the things that have made the mender snap at him in the past, too, although there have been times where the boy had been more insistent.

     “ i’m not trying to... ”  trailing off, shiro blinks again, hesitates, then lowers his gaze. he GETS that everyone has secrets. he GETS that people in the undercity have more than people on med-lev. he GETS that they’re willing to go farther to protect them. what he DOESN’T GET is why, even when they’ve practically become family, dox is so ABSOLUTELY ADAMANT to not share so many things with him.

for a moment, shiro remains as he is, but soon exhales a low breath. a step is taken back to signify him backing down from the confrontation  ( one that he didn’t want started in the first place )  and, turning away, he shakes his head.

     “ sorry. i wasn’t trying to upset you. ”

ever want to just slash at your arm or some part of yourself bc killing yourself isn’t an option but you fucking need to do something?

my arms already have reasonably fresh scars from the last month or two and i just!!!! idk!!!! i can’t sleep today away too, so!!!!

verse to-do list

verses to work out details of:

apex

destiny

verses to write out info for:

witch/general fantasy/magical au

Troublemaker

          BOOK STARTERS VOL.12     ACROSS THE UNIVERSE     BETH REVIS

❛ I never thought about how important the sky was until I didn’t have one. ❜

❛ Dreams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they’re never real. They’re never real, and I hate them because they aren’t. ❜

❛ Power isn’t control at all — power is strength, and giving that strength to others. ❜

❛ A leader isn’t someone who forces others to make him stronger. ❜

❛ A leader is someone willing to give his strength to others that they may have the strength to stand on their own. ❜

❛ In the end, we are alone. ❜

❛ It is like a piece of my soul is lost, empty. ❜

❛ If my life on Earth must end, let it end with a promise. Let it end with hope. ❜

❛ Sorry? Sorry isn’t enough. ❜

❛ Every single thing I ever loved is beyond my reach now. Everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever was. ❜

❛ Will you stay with me? ❜

❛ A leader doesn’t make pawns - he makes people. ❜

❛ Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. ❜

❛ It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me. ❜

❛ There is nothing between us but rain. There is nothing between us at all. ❜

❛ I like a little chaos. ❜

❛ I will never, never be the same. ❜

❛ I quit thinking. ❜

❛ You must dedicate your whole life to this. ❜

❛ You can never show weakness in front of them: you are their strength. ❜

❛ You can never let them see you in despair: you are their hope. ❜

❛ What if I am dead? How can someone without a beating heart, without breathing lungs live like I do? I must be dead. ❜

❛ I want to scream. I want to throw open my eyes wake up and not be alone with myself anymore, but I can’t. I can’t. ❜

❛ I will spend all of eternity trapped in my dead body. I will be locked within myself forever. ❜

❛ Should we wait? ❜

❛ Just give me a chance! ❜

❛ It’s bad, being frozen, but it’s better than waking up alone. ❜

❛ Everyone has secrets and if you keep asking, you’ll see how far I’m willing to go to keep mine. ❜

❛ Memories always kill nightmares. ❜

❛ I’m going to find a way to fix you. ❜

❛ I am not broken. ❜

❛ People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It’s us who can’t obey, can’t focus, who can’t work together, —  we’re the ones who aren’t normal. ❜

❛ What were you running from? ❜

❛ It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong! ❜

❛ I can get closer. ❜

❛ Like walking through water. Like drowning. ❜

❛ This journey… it’s long. ❜

❛ Why run? Run where? What’s the point? ❜

❛ People will survive anything for their children. ❜

❛ Does it matter if it’s a lie if it keeps us alive? ❜

❛ Old people die. It’s what they do. ❜

❛ This is… mating, it’s not love. ❜

❛ The first cause of discord is difference. ❜

❛ I’m not going to be the one to let her drown. ❜

❛ This is good. I want darkness. ❜

❛ Well, that did the trick. ❜

❛ I can’t do this. I can’t. It’s too much. ❜

❛ Everything is wrong here. Shattered. Broken. ❜

❛ I am surrounded by walls. I just replace one box for another. ❜

❛ What we imagine is often worse than the truth. ❜

❛ Oh, don’t worry, we’re all mad here. ❜

❛ I know I look different. But I’m just a person, like you. ❜

❛ I definitely think I’ve fallen into the rabbit hole. ❜

❛ I don’t like dreams. Sleep is too much like dying. ❜

❛ They are dreams, but I’m too out of control, I lose myself in them, and I’ve already lost too much to let them take over. ❜

I honestly love planet scanning in Andromeda.

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

🌸🌺🌸

@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.

MOST PEOPLE wouldn’t have such a TOUGH TIME picking a weapon - a lot of people came in already with an idea of their FAVORED TYPE - something SHARP ? something BLUNT ? something HEAVY ? —but dox supposes there’d never really been much fantasizing towards PERSONAL COMBAT MECHANICS during fifteen’s time up on MED-LEV. lot less CRIME, lot more KUMBAYA. 

…& in all honesty , he’s pretty surprised he got the kid to AGREE to come weapons shopping—DON’T GET IT WRONG, he’s GLAD that there wasn’t any HEEL-DIGGING, he’d just been prepared with a whole SPEECH that now he feels STUPID for rehearsing over & over in his head.

—though he doesn’t feel this way for LONG, self-criticism making way for something like PRIDE as fifteen’s attention seems caught by a KNIFE - dox’s own favorite type of weapon , & he wonders if fifteen’s into it for the TACTICAL benefits , or because he’s seen dox’s own proficiency & thought it NEAT .

        …most likely the former , but the grimesucker still awards himself a ‘ 6 ′ .

                                                            “ nice choice. ”

praise given sincerely , dox more than a little SMUG in the face of any option taken that involves BLADES— a nod towards cipher, who recites ‘450 counts,’ these of which dox passes off with a quick transaction between cipher’s collection device & his online drive ; during which they make remark, ‘ corrupting the kids again?’ to which dox responds with a shrug , ‘ i’m only equipping them to better handle it. ’

—with purchase made cipher passes over a nylon of which fifteen may attach to his person, the knife nestled neatly inside. as dox loops an arm around the kid’s shoulder & steers him away, cipher bids farewell with ring-adorned fingers waving goodbye in disconnected intervals. half-joking , dox grins in fifteen’s direction—

                                                      “ wanna get some PRACTICE in ?”

  with the knife, neatly sheathed, handed to him, shiro grips it in his hands and continues to eye it with some degree of WARINESS. this is his now. this is something he has to keep on his person at all times. while he may have been living in the undercity for a number of MONTHS now, it’s still difficult for him to grasp just how likely it is to wind up in a violent and dangerous situation at any time of any day. 

giving a slight start when dox’s arm wraps over his shoulders, the boy blinks and PULLS his attention away from the weapon. allowing himself to be steered away, eyebrows raise skeptically at dox’s prompt.

“ that seems UNSAFE, ”  he notes, frowning slightly. yeah, he’s going to have to learn how to fight with the knife SOMEHOW, but armed practice just seems like it’d be asking for unnecessary injury. ---dox’s healing abilities aside, shiro doesn’t want to harm him, and he’d really like to avoid a knife piercing his own skin. he’s still recovering mentally from the first time he experienced that.

     “ maybe some hand-to-hand instead? ”

biotiq‌.

      ❛  if  they’re  craving  a  fight,  let’s  give  it  to  them.  ❜    |    >  ♡  :  /  /  @kienokoru​

     “ right. ”  a decisive nod, and a DETERMINED gaze is turned to rest on sara. body readying on instinct, his arms raising to chest level, hands already curled into fists  ---  his primary weapons, though he does have a pistol strapped to his thigh for emergency scenarios. shiro gestures with his head in the direction of their opponents, who lie on the OTHER SIDE of the cover they’ve taken, and raises his eyebrows slightly.  “ on three? ”

@grimesucker​.   ( x )

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Georgy Chulkov, from “Autumnal Love,” featured in “A Treasury of Russian Verse,”

grimesucker‌.

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                                            “ 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.

new theme, just bc i can.

grimesucker‌.

       samsara vc : who raised you—???

          shiro vc:  you.

@grimesucker replied to your post: @grimesucker​ sent:  “ you didn’t outgrow your...

samsara : —-wait wtf don’t turn this back on mE ,

samsara: *thinks shiro hasn’t learned anything from him despite being his second* shiro:

@grimesucker​ sent:  “ you didn’t outgrow your misery , you grew into it ” ,,,, samsara @ shiro ,,,,

cursed suggestion   ☆☆   accepting!!

  drawn to a pause by the words, shiro doesn’t look up from the files he’s been organizing for dox’s-- samsara’s-- office. the hell is THAT supposed to mean, that he grew into his misery? that it never left him and instead he... adapted and changed to fit into it? that in the misery of being sent from his home to the TRASHCAN of the city, he slowly became one of the very slumrats he’d been forced to join in the undercity?

  ---actually, as weird as the statement of dox’s is, it’s... not inaccurate. even beyond the more obvious example of it, there was the misery of dox ABANDONING him that had resulted in him putting his everything into  { black bracket }. that had molded him further, made him into who he is NOW. and it had eventually led to him and dox reconciling, to running the gang together.

his misery is still there, but now more of a WEAPON than a WEAKNESS.

     “ guess so, ”  he finally replies, exhaling a low breath that sounds somewhat like a chuckle. adjusting the stack of papers, shiro then turns to the other, the small bit of a smile at his lips rather wry.  “ but i think the same could be said of YOU. ”

                      ―  dear atlas, you cannot FALL.                             dear atlas, you cannot BREAK.                             dear atlas, you MUST endure.                             for if YOU break, the WORLD does too.

                                                                  adored by grey.                                                  vld canon does not exist on this blog.                                                       guidelines  |  bio  |  verses                                                                                                     ―  x.

I tear amnesia apart, rise up as an armed and implacable reaper of what is happening to me, of what has happened to me.

Gently my emotions. Gently my distress over what is disappearing. Gently my wild urge to live.

— Abdellatif Laâbi, from “Chronicle of the Citadel of Exile,” In Praise of Defeat

collection of prompts  /  starter sentences taken from the  cursedsuggestion  blog 

“ tell me we’ll be safe at least for a little while ” “ no one can hear you and no one can help you ” “ ruin my life and never leave me ” “ haunt me , fucker ” “ leap off the precipice before anyone can shove you ” “ now you know how i feel about you ” “ think of me when you want to come home ” “ you made your choice so live with it ” “ don’t look back on it ” “ family does not guarantee safety ” “ you were an adult for most of your childhood ” “ you’ll be okay somewhere in that vague future tense ” “ what i’m saying is what happened was fucked up ” “ you’re crushed under the spine bending weight of yourself ” “ you fell in love with yourself and projected it onto me ” “ i’m the one with the power this time ” “ i bite off more than i can chew ” “ you ruined your own self ” “ i never say the right things ” “ you didn’t outgrow your misery  ,  you grew into it ” “ i look after me and mine ” “ we’re twin souls ” “ you molded me into something terrible ” “ i’m too rigid to bend back ” “ no one’s coming to fix you  ;  put yourself back together ” “ i’m not even a real person ” “ you don’t love  ,  you just devour what i give ” “ why do you expect others to treat you better than you treat yourself ? ” “ you should try to be you ” “ sometimes fixing something is stopping it from breaking further ” “ you don’t say what you mean  ,  just what sounds good ” “ all you do is watch ” “ i’m a bad habit with a bad attitude ” “ everything you are shown has a purpose ” “ someone else wears your face ” “ my soul is a bit fucked up ” “ i’ll burn the sheets when you go ” “ there is no god that i can see ” “ love isn’t an excuse ” “ scream into the universe until it screams back ” “ i wanted you to stay ” “ the past is with you  ,  for better or worse ” “ this hate keeps me warm in the winter ” “ i’m a wrong number ”

where can you find grey?

@holowitted  /  elliot “mirage” witt  /  apex legends   »  active  (main focus atm)

@hangsangjunbi  /  crypto  /  apex legends   »  active

@kienokoru  /  takashi “shiro” shirogane  /  v:ld complete AU + multiverse  »  slow

@forhapning  /  elsa  /  frozen    »  hiatus

@pafallende  /  multimuse    »  hiatus

it's missing shiro hours, boys 😔

*chucking canon out the door* AND STAY OUT

grimesucker‌.

during the process of shiro’s physical shift the shaman stands, hands finding placement upon his hips. a brow ARCHES in reaction to the boy’s words, followed by a NOD. he’s already AWARE of the trouble in the woods, & has been speaking with the roots & the leaves in search of a TRAIL - but all the nature tells him is that there’s an unfamiliar DARKNESS, not one that WELCOMES nocturnal existence ; the roots remain hidden beneath the earth , & the shaking to the leaves is not always by cause of a BREEZE—something out there FRIGHTENS them, & dox is having some difficulty in PINPOINTING it.

there’d been a time some days ago wherein he’d tried to project his consciousness into the woods, meld into the earth & astral travel to find the SOURCE of the wickedness, but there’d been something that CUT him OFF—whatever corruption has intruded his woods is VILE & jam-packed with it’s own runes & enchantments meant to BLOCK him OUT—not only had dox hit a BARRIER in his search, but he’d been forcibly SHOVED back into his body, & had been met with a churning SICKNESS that had him spitting up thick, black BILE for two days.

his concerns towards the source have him wondering towards the FORM it takes—the tenebrosity is, itself, more a GLOOM than anything else, a SICKNESS, but where it sprouted from has the shaman curious - a curse ? an angered spirit ? a practiced warlock’s phylactery left to spit forth darkness where it’s been set ? whatever it is, it’s causing a DISEASE to his WOODS, & dox will see the infection dealt with.

                                          “ i know - i’ve been looking for it, but it blocks me. ”

the shaman is certain that if shiro COULD pick up on the scent, it’d be rather NAUSEATING - as it is, even the werewolf’s capable nose is deterred by whatever warding the entity protects itself with.

                                    “ so far there’s been no DAMAGE, but it sure as shit                                       doesn’t feel PASSIVE. just—be careful goin’ out, yeah ?”

…urges the shaman who keeps sending the werewolf on ERRANDS. LOOK, he ensures the kid’s got his charms on, & things on this side of the forest haven’t faced the worst of the Gloom - as it’s to be henceforth referred as ; whatever it is is spreading, certainly, but it’s SLOW-GOING, & while dox carries CONCERN for the ENTIRETY of his domain & that which lives within, he has to keep asking tasks of shiro to ensure he’s stocked up on what he needs - were dox to step off the grounds of his woods, his forest would be severely weakened, even more susceptible to the affliction.

                                         “ —but i’ll get it, it’ll be handled. c’mon, you hungry ?”

  that’s news. this is all news, actually. the fact that there’s some... ---WHAT? force? entity? --- in the woods alone is something he hasn’t realized, but the fact that dox ALREADY KNOWS this is what catches him more by surprise. how long has he known? and why hasn’t he said anything? especially if he’s already been trying to look for it?

eyebrows furrowing further, shiro shoves himself up from the floor, wiping the dust from his hands  ---  both that of FLESH and that of FOLIAGE and MAGIC  ---  and pursing his lips. he hates it when dox hides things from him. he doesn’t want to be protected, he wants to HELP when something’s wrong.

     “ yeah, starving, ”  he nods slowly, though the expression doesn’t leave his features. having spent most of the day walking, yeah, he’s pretty darn hungry, so he’s not about to TURN DOWN food even if he does want to have a serious word with dox.

     “ how long have you been aware of this... thing? whatever it is? ”  question comes as the boy steps further into the kitchen area, coming to lean back against one of the counters. “ and why haven’t you SAID anything? you had to know i’d notice something’s wrong at some point, even if i’m not as in tune with nature as you are. ”

grimesucker‌.

it’s with a fluid, albeit LAZY action that the shaman sits up, his floating flora coming to circle around his head like an earthen halo. as the werewolf provides DENIAL, a slow smirk begins to overtake dox’s mouth. YEAH, he doesn’t believe shiro for a SECOND—

but he doesn’t FAULT the kid ; SHIT, part of the reason he’d sent SHIRO on the errand was so he COULD swing into the bakery - he’s earned some GOOD KARMA, & if his good karma is the baker’s son, than dox will cheer him on. —reaching to take the coltsfoot from where it’d been dropped to his lap in his rise, the shaman pushes further to his feet, free hand landing on the wolf’s head & giving a slight RUFFLE to the fur ; 

                                                                     “ thanks, romeo. ”

& across the space he moves, bare feet padding across hardwood flooring ; sunlight illuminates the inside of the cabin, motes dust caught in the rays of light that speckle the floor through dirtied glass windows—not in FRAMES, simply SET into the wood & clay walls.

above the clay & copper appliance that serves as KITCHEN SINK does he go to hang the herbs amid a collection of various others ; after letting it SETTLE for a few days in the glow of the sunlight, he’ll store half for medicinal purposes later on, & SMOKE the rest.

—after tying the bundle to the cord from which his other herbs hang, dox turns to shiro & drops to a squatting position in order to better meet the werewolf face-to-face, teetering mildly from side to side in INSPECTION ;

                                                            “ you made it in & out okay ?”

there’s been TROUBLE in the woods lately, & while dox never lets shiro leave without a DEFENSIVE ward strung around his neck, it could be said that he’s a little OVER-PROTECTIVE of the kid.

  another huff, this one something more along the lines of EXASPERATED at the dumb nickname, shiro gestures with his head to insinuate a rolling of eyes. he doesn’t, however, shove dox’s hand away from the brief affectionate gesture. moving along behind the shaman, tail swaying behind him, he watches the herbs be set to hang, gaze following when dox drops to his eye level.

     ‘ yeah. i didn’t even SEE anyone or anything that far out in the forest. ’

this is where he pauses for a beat, brow furrowing some at the prompt about his trip bringing back some of the things about it which had... bothered him a bit. for a few moments, shiro doesn’t say anything more, even glances AWAY, trying to decide how to word his observations. another beat, and he shifts  ---  where previously an abnormally large white wolf stood now sits a semi-gangly seventeen-year-old with white hair.

“ but it’s QUIET out there, dox. weirdly quiet. ”  grey eyes meet dox’s gaze once more, uncertainty clear across the boy’s face.  “ it feels like something’s wrong, but i don’t know what. i couldn’t even smell anything out of the ordinary. ”

@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. ’

SAME MUSE X SAME MUSE THINGS I STILL WANT ;;

• younger canon x older canon. • one is the imaginary friend of the other. • clones. • one is the multiple personality of the other. • twins. • one is the conscious of the other. • one from the future sent back in time to help the other. • one from the past sent to kill their future self. • one is a specific emotion of the other. such as their ‘happiness’ or their ‘rage’. • one is the guardian angel of the other. • one is light, one is dark. • hero side, villain side.

                                                         ind. priv. sel.                                                         QUEEN ELSA                                        slow activity. multiverse. oc friendly.

                                                     as adored by grey