Another TFLN Meme

UGH, tfw you’re trying to find something for reference that was from like, one or two blogs ago, written by someone else, and you don’t remember if you reblogged to save or only liked. much less for sure which blog it was on.

          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. ❜

verse to-do list

verses to work out details of:

apex

destiny

verses to write out info for:

witch/general fantasy/magical au

Worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the best you could, and it still wasn’t good enough.

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.

@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. ”

All I ever wanted to do      Was some good in this world           And I did try                God did I try.

@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.

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

                                                     as adored by grey

Praise this body For nothing has killed it yet Even my own two hands

— Jill Khoury, from “Litany for Survival,” published in Inverted Syntax