#wanderingcarver

[morkonork-blog]

@wanderingcarver

Oh it seems very complicated, yes. Though everyone is color coordinated in all 12 basic shades of color they can see, which is quite a relief compared to the colors of others that are only different combinations of red, blue, and yellow. My personal favorite of their colors is mourxve.

...Though they also switch color pallets with the people they are in relationships with, and keep them even after a relationship ends.

I recommended name tags though they found it offensive I could not tell them apart without those, and that their mannerisms alone were not enough for me. So I’ve given up and no longer know if I am talking to their queen or the local janitor.

[m1sterw1z]

[ @wanderingcarver Continued from Here (Because I’m awful lmao)]

As the larger troll started to speak, Richie couldn’t help smiling. Okay, good, it was a friend. Someone he could trust, as much as one could trust while slowly bleeding out. But.. What was he saying? Everything was slower then it should be as he tried to focus on his large friend. 

Sudden motions happening in what seemed to be a blink of an eye caused the teal to twist and gasp in pain. The wounds weren’t as deep as they should be if someone wanted him dead, but they also weren’t shallow either. His right side the victim of what appears to be three in and a few missing, maybe the attacker took it with them? Or perhaps they just stabbed a few times before leaving in. His chest rising and falling at slow but shallow speeds as he tries to merely focus on that. Even as his ribs scream for the pressure to leave, desperate to fully extend. 

Richie isn’t clueless though, as he makes sure to keep his movements as still as possible to avoid the knives injuring him further. The bruising that had started was more then enough, even if it was just the surface level pains.

Idly, he nods. Doing as told is easy when... When what? When you’re dying? He as dying, wasn’t he? Over some dumb story he shouldn’t have had his nose in. Gods, Fonzie was gonna be so mad at him. The thought and internal rambling caused Richie to laugh lowly. 

[prawvnus]

oh guys, please don’t, I can’t cope wvith that....

@asktheseacowvboys @wanderingcarver

[violetbard]

Wanderingcarver if ur still doin the url thing

vwe dont talk alot, do vwe?

i think ivwe had the occasional eye on you for a good svweep, i think? but uh…vwhat do i got. you hang around clowvns sometimes, of course, and vwhile you speak to others and occasionally look for advwice, you seem to still havwe your owvn judgement of howv a situation is or should go, usually positivwe, so thats good, evwen if you dont alvways followv instinct. a head on your shoulders is vwell if youre not taking things so blindly. 

@wanderingcarver

[bedknobs-and-barstools]

Gifts fo+r Yule and Year’s End

Fo+r my sister Kanaya: 4 yards of different silks, o+ne in each o+f her favo+rite co+lo+urs.

Fo+r Jevith, @wanderingcarver: a small handmade stuffed to+y fo+r Thecru, and a so+ft scarf fo+r him.

Fo+r Azazel, @thegrandseraphim: a set o+f wo+o+den bangles carved with flo+wers.

Fo+r Dilwyn, @indulgentarcher: several spo+o+ls o+f so+ft ribbo+n and a pro+mise to+ braid yo+ur hair the mo+ment I see yo+u next.

Fo+r Aldo+us, @purplepimpryda: Ano+ther scarf, in his co+lo+ur

Fo+r Sam, @diligentpsychopomp: a bo+ttle o+f ho+me brewed rum.

And finally, fo+r Carmine, @carminegalleon: a pack full o+f as many different sweets as I co+uld either make o+r get my hands o+n.

I am still trying to+ figure o+ut ho+w to+ get these to+ so+me o+f yo+u, but kno+w that I have them

[creativegeneric]

@wanderingcarver replied to your post: Ceteus is perched in my lap and says hello.

Thecru is on my head and screetches loudly in reply

Got a loud bean, huh? Ceteus is one of those still.

[grievinganathema]

@wanderingcarver

Although Vashet was eager to see Jevith and Thecru again, she took her time to allow him to prepare whatever he needed to prepare. And so she decided to take a walk instead of taking the transportalizer, trusting her memory to lead her back to the glass hive where her friends lived. 

With a little package neatly wrapped up in paper, Vashet walked out of the forest and searched for the path. Soon she’d be with Jevith and she’d be able to see what he was planning for the city orphanage. Vashet couldn’t wait!

[f4ncvl0]

Continued

@wanderingcarver

The couple looked at each other then back at him. The woman squinted at his face and someone could see the cogs in her brain turning. Had they ever met him?

“Might’ve seen my mug on a wanted ad.” The man chuckled to himself and looked up to the woman for approval. He was only met with a smack in the back of the head.

Jevith would’ve recognized the woman for being Sahnny’s culler. The one he found out was genetically his mother. That culler. She was thinking really hard on where hey might have met him. “Do you do powder?” she asked, making very intimidating eye contact.