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[verthandiwalking]

watchfultree​:

Aenon watched carefully, but didn’t emote too much beyond mild curiosity. He kept his hands folded in front of him, slightly adjusting his gloves.

“Would that be all then, or do you need anything else? Does something need to be done?” The question was meant to sound interested, but his voice was a little too worried for that to work.

“That should be all,” the practitioner said, and left the same way they arrived.

Verthandi got to her feet with help of the wall. She was pale, but gave no other indication she was in pain. “I’ll find a place to recuperate. Thank you for the help.” Though she hadn’t found somewhere to stay yet.

[watchfultree]

“You sure your employer won’t be back to ‘finish the job?’ If they’re that serious. . .

“. . .Well, there are plenty of places to stay nearby, although they may be a little expensive.” He tried to smile, looking off to the side. “Though maybe a time traveler doesn’t need to worry about a budget. Maybe you even have alternatives prepared already.”

[watchfultree]

What Tarot Card Are You?: The Hermit

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

[watchfultree]

//why’d tumblr disable the absolutely atrocious light mode dash i enabled here for aesthetic reasons (¬_¬")

[duxuebing]

Photography by Xuebing Du

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[watchfultree]

Bold what applies, italicize what sort of applies

RAIN - melancholy at best, introspective, severely misunderstood, pleasure in the subdued, helping in your own way, dreams in poetry, the slowness of falling asleep, refreshing meditation.

SUN - sunbleached clothes, futures that are too bright, everything at arm’s length, balancing intensity, blind encouragement, comfort of sleep, distracting sunspots in your vision, necessity of growth.

STORM - chaos with a purpose, emotions running high, natural comfortable anarchy, high volume, leaving your mark, brief flashes of violence, rambling quickly, the intensity of desire.

WIND - running towards instead of away, instinctive motivation, making an impact, knows everyone who knows anyone, playful pranks, mood swings in a split second, collecting old trinkets, uncontrollable focus.

SNOW - serene on the surface, cold blooded heart, love it or hate it attitude, good memories, heavy discussions, sharp determination, relentless resolve, not as scary as it seems.

[hauntedearth]

[verthandiwalking]

Half-propped up on the wall, Verthandi grimaced as she struggled to bandage the gash with shaking hands. It steadily pulsed blood, soaking her side in red. She glanced up from the ground and gave a pained half-smile. “Ah - a little help here?”

[verthandiwalking]

“Hm.” He tilted his head as he looked over the package, then held it out slightly to be taken. “Well, there are worse things to be alarmed by, like how often this must happen if you’re so prepared for it.”

“I repair those who are willing to ask for my services as an income supplement,” the practitioner said. “This one used to be a regular; I don’t mind occasionally remedying her injuries when I’m available, considering how much information she’s given me.”

Verthandi grimaced, then sucked in air though her teeth, nails biting into her palms. A split appeared in the slab of meat, which grew wider and deeper until they lifted their hands. “You were lucky I was free. It wouldn’t have killed you - not that that’s a concern of yours - but it would have been deeply unpleasant. Keep that bandage on, avoid strenuous activity. I don’t want to see you for another year.”

“Noted,” Verthandi said dryly. She made no attempt to stand up, instead resting her back of head against the wall to catch her breath.

[watchfultree]

Aenon watched carefully, but didn’t emote too much beyond mild curiosity. He kept his hands folded in front of him, slightly adjusting his gloves.

“Would that be all then, or do you need anything else? Does something need to be done?” The question was meant to sound interested, but his voice was a little too worried for that to work.

[justmorerpmemes]

Intriguing Impression Starters

“You don’t look like… much…”

“So nice to finally put a face to someone I’ve heard so much about.”

“You aren’t what I expected, but I hope to be surprised.”

“Well… this is awkward… uhhh hello.”

“I’m failing to remember what I expected when I signed up for this.”

“Not gonna lie, you were incredibly intimidating at first… still kind of are.”

“We seemed to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”

“Seems that the rumors and reputation are indeed being lived up to.”

“So I’ve heard some things…”

“You were the LAST person I expected.”

“Sparring partner huh? I think I can take you.”

“Me? I’m not anyone particularly special.”

“Haven’t heard of you whatsoever.”

“I’ve known you for five minutes and I think we’re already friends.”

“You and me are gonna get along great.”

“This is absolutely not working out.”

“Clearly there needs to be some ground rules established.”

“You’re going to be my sparring partner?”

“You know what? I like you.”

“Not working out. Nope.”

“I’m sorry but looking at you doesn’t scream ‘fighter’ to me.”

“I really hope you can make a better second impression.”

“You get one more shot. I hope it will change my mind.”

“I’m here to apologize about before… can we try again?”

“Well this is certainly… incredibly interesting. Nice to meet you.”

[watchfultree]

//Why do I get most mused after a multiple-of-seven amount of days has passed.

//Deepest lore.

[watchfultree]

//I am very good at this.

[watchfultree]

//Why do I get most mused after a multiple-of-seven amount of days has passed.

//Deepest lore.

[verthandiwalking]

Half-propped up on the wall, Verthandi grimaced as she struggled to bandage the gash with shaking hands. It steadily pulsed blood, soaking her side in red. She glanced up from the ground and gave a pained half-smile. “Ah - a little help here?”

[verthandiwalking]

watchfultree

“You really are prepared for everything,” he mused as he tapped the numbers into a little old silver phone. “That’s a virtue when you deal with the things you do, I’m sure.

“Don’t die in the mean time,” he tried to joke, then turned to take the call, standing at attention like he was going to present something.

Verthandi made a sound of vague agreement. “Say you’re calling on behalf of Verthandi. I’ve been stabbed again.”

A monotone voice on the other side of the phoneline asked: “Name and intent?”

[watchfultree]

“Hello, I am calling on behalf of Verthandi,” Aenon repeated matter-of-factly before letting himself relax just a little, “who has been stabbed again. That’s what I’ve been told to tell you, so I would assume you know what to do… If you need more information, I can pass on the receiver.”

[verthandiwalking]

“Hm. Acknowledged.” The line went dead. A person in a white overcoat stepped out of a door that had not been there a moment ago. They looked at Aenon, then down at Verthandi. They clicked their tongue and knelt next to her, placing their bag on the ground. They pressed a hand over the bandage and sighed. “You,” they said, eyes flicking up to Aenon. “Open my bag. Take out the white package and unwrap it. Don’t be alarmed - it’s raw meat.”

[watchfultree]

“Hm.” He tilted his head as he looked over the package, then held it out slightly to be taken. “Well, there are worse things to be alarmed by, like how often this must happen if you’re so prepared for it.”

[verthandiwalking]

Half-propped up on the wall, Verthandi grimaced as she struggled to bandage the gash with shaking hands. It steadily pulsed blood, soaking her side in red. She glanced up from the ground and gave a pained half-smile. “Ah - a little help here?”

[verthandiwalking]

watchfultree

“You really are prepared for everything,” he mused as he tapped the numbers into a little old silver phone. “That’s a virtue when you deal with the things you do, I’m sure.

“Don’t die in the mean time,” he tried to joke, then turned to take the call, standing at attention like he was going to present something.

Verthandi made a sound of vague agreement. “Say you’re calling on behalf of Verthandi. I’ve been stabbed again.”

A monotone voice on the other side of the phoneline asked: “Name and intent?”

[watchfultree]

“Hello, I am calling on behalf of Verthandi,” Aenon repeated matter-of-factly before letting himself relax just a little, “who has been stabbed again. That’s what I’ve been told to tell you, so I would assume you know what to do. . . If you need more information, I can pass on the receiver.”

[leneemusing]

⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

“  you  mock  my  pain!  ”  “  life  is  pain.  ” “  he’s  only  mostly  dead.  ” “  i’m on  the  brute  squad.  ” “  you  are  the  brute  squad.  ” “  prepare  to  die.  ” “  we’ll  never  survive.  ” “  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ” “  who  are  you?  ” “  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” “  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” “  i’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to  understand,  you  warthog  faced  buffoon.  ” “  that  may  be  the  first  time  in  my  life  a  man  dared  insult  me.  ” “  drop.  your.  sword.  ” “  shut  up!!  ”   “  you’ve  made  your  decision  then?  ” “  i  bet  my  life  on  it!  ” “  truly,  you  have  dizzying  intellect.  ” “  you’re  just  stalling  now.  ” “  you  guessed  wrong.  ” “  enough  of  that.  ”  “  surrender.  ” “  you  mean  you  wish  to  surrender  to  me?  very  well,  i  accept.  ” “  i  hate  waiting.  ” “  morons.  ” “  you  are  wonderful.  ” “  you  seem  a  decent  fellow,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” “  because  i  know  something  you  don’t  know.  ” “  goodnight.  good  work.  i’ll  most  likely  kill  you  in  the  morning.  ” “  oh,  there’s  something  i  ought  to  tell  you.  ” “  think  it’ll  work?  ” “  it  would  take  miracle.  ” “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” “  this  is  true  love,  you  think  this  happens  every  day?  ” “  death  cannot  stop  true  love.  ” “  i  died  that  day.  ” “  we  may  as  well  die  here.  ” “  he’s  dead.  he  can’t  talk.  ”   “  as  you  wish.  ”   “  why  didn’t  you  wait  for  me?  ”   “  you  can  die  slowly,  cut  into  a  thousand  pieces.  ” “  you  killed  my  love.  ” “  it’s  possible. i  kill  a  lot  of  people.  ”   “  yes,  you’re  very  smart.  shut  up.  ”   “  you’ve  been  mostly-dead  all  day.  ”  “  inconceivable!!  ”  “  let  me  explain.  ”   “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” “  what  hideous  sin  have  you  committed  lately?  ” “  will  you  ever  forgive  me?  ” “  there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours.  ”  

[verthandiwalking]

Half-propped up on the wall, Verthandi grimaced as she struggled to bandage the gash with shaking hands. It steadily pulsed blood, soaking her side in red. She glanced up from the ground and gave a pained half-smile. “Ah - a little help here?”

[verthandiwalking]

watchfultree

“If that’s the case, I can’t imagine it was a pleasant environment to work in.” Aenon was a little hesitant trying to bandage the injury, not uncertain, just rusty at what he was doing. At some point during this conversation, he’d switched his cotton gloves for nitrile. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse. Now, this should keep you from bleeding out for a while so you can get someplace more clean and specialized to get stitches… Do you need help with that?”

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Ah - when is it, exactly?” The pain dulled her focus, held her memory out of reach. She and the practitioner were still amicable. If they weren’t available, then there were other ways of staving off the pain.

[watchfultree]

“Ah, you’re some kind of… time traveler, aren’t you? Well, it’s…” He looked up at the sky and snapped his fingers a couple times. “…Uh, two thousand… twenty-one. December.

“Where– Well, when are you from, if you don’t mind sharing? What are you doing now?”

[verthandiwalking]

Verth nodded. The vicinity looked right for the early twenty-first century, but it never hurt to check.

Time traveler? That was one way of understanding her…situation. “Time and I have difficult relationship. I have an even more complex one with the state of being from somewhere,” she hedged. She hadn’t intended to be oblique, but it was how she usually approached probing questions.

[watchfultree]

“There are rarely any simple answers when it comes to time,” Aenon sighed. He tilted his head and looked aside, making a fist with one hand, then relaxed again. “Silly question on my part. No use dwelling on it too much.

“Are you sure you don’t need help getting someplace? If there’s any way to be sure you don’t get lost or hurt again, I’d be happy to help.”

[verthandiwalking]

Right. The hole in her side. “If you have a phone, dial this number.” She rattled off a string of numbers. “Tell them this location, and hopefully they’ll patch me up.”

[watchfultree]

“You really are prepared for everything,” he mused as he tapped the numbers into a little old silver phone. “That’s a virtue when you deal with the things you do, I’m sure.

“Don’t die in the mean time,” he tried to joke, then turned to take the call, standing at attention like he was going to present something.

[watchfultree]

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[watchfultree]

What Chess Piece represents you?

You are a White Knight, the ideal hero, the man of the people. As the only type of piece that can jump over others, you can easily get yourself in or out of a situation - always catching people off guard. Being a knight doesn't mean you have to be sworn to the crown, your first love is for the people around you, or maybe it's for yourself. Knights are known to be eccentric and known to bend the rules in their favor. Just be careful, for all your charisma, there is a limit to how far the truth will get you. Will you bend your morals just like the truth? Or will you stay your course, upon your trusty steed?

[fudemushi]

those cosmic horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. i get it tho