Brandon Sanderson, The Emperor’s Soul

@grimesucker.

i read too quickly & thought shiro's name for dox was 'slut mom' 

he was considering changing it after receiving that text tbh

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.

“am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?”

— Brenna Twohy, from “I Know It’s a Little Late,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)

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. ”

15 ASSOCIATIONS

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

Animal:  wolf Colour:  silver, black, white, & purple Month:  april Song:   champion by fob & my blood by 21p Number:  11 Day or night:  night Plant:   european monkshood ( aconitum variegatum ) Smells:  sweat, green tea, ozone Gemstone:  star garnite, tektite Season:  spring Place:  space  ( that counts, right? ) Food:  tonkatsu, macaroni & cheese Astrological sign:  pisces Element(s):  air, aether Drink:  obnoxiously sweet coffee

tagged by: @tosparkle & @grimesucker​ i think?? it’s been a while lmf ;;; tagging: steal it, kids

Which Aesthetic Color are you?

forest green

You're in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there's something special to you, and you're well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you're a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don't mean to put walls up-- you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You're complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don't worry, though, it's not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

tagged by: stolen from @arcbright​ tagging: follow my example

omg is the old gang getting back together???

christ. you know a fandom ruined shit for you when, even a YEAR after canon ended, you still refuse to go into character tags. even if you really want to find some new fanart & content...

If there’s a male character I care about (when I’m writing), there’s like a 50% greater chance of him crying at some point because in this house, we support normalizing men and boys being emotionally expressive and vulnerable and we will never shame them for it

today went... way differently than i expected? lmao my brother, who’s been across the country training with the military for a year, suddenly called me and asked if i wanted to hang out. turns out after his grad last week he got to come home bc he’s being stationed in the province, which i didn’t realize

basically, i got a surprise afternoon of playing apex with my little brother, and it was nice uvu