you literally never have to ask me “can we cuddle” because the answer is always yes
- You are an assassin. You do not use guns, knives, or poison. You are a master of the butterfly effect and chaos theory. (x)
- You are an assassin with a strict moral code. You’re the best there is but you assess each job very carefully and if you believe the target does not deserve to die, you go after the one who employed you. (x)
- You are a retired assassin bored with a normal life. Hiring inexperienced assassins off the dark web to try and kill you is a great source of entertainment. (x)
- You’re an “assassin”. You’ve never actually killed anyone, but you are very charismatic, and actually convinced your “victims” to fake their death and leave the country. (x)
- A retired assassin who regularly contracts young assassins only to watch, evaluate and give them tips. (x)
- You are an assassin. A little girl has just come up to you, handed you all her pocket money and asked you to kill her abusive relative. (x)
- An assassin has finally retired after getting enough money to last him 50 lifetimes, but being only 30, he still enjoys the thrill. He joins the police force and is immediately recruited for his skill in all Fields. But when he is assigned to hunting down himself for his past, he must be smart. (x)
- An Assassin, a Mercenary, a Hitman, and a Contract Killer fight for the right to kill a shared target. (x)
- You are the world’s most elite assassin. Although you usually only kill when paid, you finally decide to take matters into your own hands and kill the person who keeps leaking your past contracts onto Reddit disguised as writing prompts. (x)
- The worst assassins are brooding ex-soldiers with grim reaper tattoos. The intermediate assassins are professionals, sober and levelheaded. The very best assassins are the nicest people you could ever hire to kill someone. (x)
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When writing emotionally reserved characters…
This list is obviously subjective. There is no “right” or “wrong”, but as an emotionally reserved person, these are some things I thought were worth mentioning! You don’t have to do everything on this list, it’s simply here for inspiration/a bit of help.
- Show your character’s struggles with holding in emotions. Just because your character won’t let themself go in public, doesn’t mean they don’t struggle holding everything in.
- Find a motive. Pride and/or consideration for those around them can make emotionally reserved people hold back more than would be considered good for them. There are other reasons too. Think of something, perhaps the initial cause and the reason now are different, but try to give them a reason.
- Show side-effects. Everything you bottle up shows itself in another way, whether it’s physical or mental. This can be long- and short-term, depending on the severity of the emotions.
- Give them coping mechanisms. Everyone who wishes not to show certain emotions has a trick or two to keep themselves in check. Taking a sip of water, not looking people in the eyes, clenching their fists, breathing just a bit too deeply/shallow. There are a few lists of these online, I believe.
- Write subconscious signs that they give off, which their close friends or family might pick up on. Just because these characters want to keep their emotions to themselves, doesn’t mean they don’t give off signs. Some manage to keep said signs well hidden from those closest to them, but it’s more common for their environment to pick up on something at the very least.
- Perhaps make some characters perceive your OC as unable to feel certain emotions. There’s bound to be at least one person in their environment who thinks the character just doesn’t feel some emotions.
- Convey their confusion/bewilderment when they’re confronted with others’ emotions. Most of the time, it’s difficult for an emotionally reserved person to understand why on earth someone else can’t keep themself under control.
- Pick one main emotion to hide. This is the one they’re most uncomfortable showing, one they decide they’d rather go through physical and emotional pain than showing. Depending on whether their keeping to themself has to do with pride, your character might not even want to let this emotion surface when they’re alone. Generally these are the “weakest” emotions: sadness, fear, etc.
- Let them cover up one emotion with another when they really can’t keep a straight face anymore. Generally speaking, anger is an amazing cover-up for a variety of emotions. Your voice is less likely to break when you raise it, that upset look on your face will suddenly make sense, and the fact that fear made you shaky suddenly seems to correlate with anger instead.
- Learn the difference between suppression and repression. They’re two very different words often used as synonyms. I’m not a professional, so I don’t think I can explain it properly, but there are some great articles online!
- Try to steer clear of making them unsympathetic. Not every reserved person is unsympathetic, but they can come off as such because they just have no idea on how to deal with emotions or show them to the outside world. Focusing on their internal conflicts, both with what caused them to feel strongly about something and keeping it concealed.
- On that note: you don’t have to make them cold-hearted and stoic. Not every emotionally reserved person is the same. In fact, depending on the emotions they wish to keep private, they might be very cheerful and empathetic friends.
- Do not, and I repeat do not, let them “give in” to their emotions the moment they’ve found their true love. This isn’t realistic. It’s laughable to any emotionally reserved person. Finding someone they’re really comfortable around is great, and your character might be able to let go later on, but things like that take time to develop. A month won’t suffice; a few years are more likely to be realistic.
- Not everyone who is emotionally reserved has some kind of trauma that caused it. Yes, some people become quite guarded after experiencing a trauma of some sort, but other people just are the way they are. No specific reason, no tragedies, they are just who they are. There’s always our society to rely on for steering them in the “right” direction.
- Keep in mind that everyone is different. I write from my own experience, as would anyone else, so my post is by no means complete. Try to find different views on the topic – from real people instead of scientific articles.
yeah its my birthday tomorrow !! i’m telling you all now because i probably wont be on tumblr a bunch tomorrow because i have school, theatre rehearsals, swim practice, etc. but yeah !! :))
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Happy birthday!! I hope it was lovely😊💖💖
I got bored and made a uquiz so pick some things and i’ll tell you what i think you need to hear
i made a uquiz :)
It’s the calling Remadora homophobic when a strong majority of their fan base are in some way shape or form queer for me.
Reblog with 🏳️🌈 if you’re a part of the LGBTQ+ community and ship Remadora
ok this probably sounds weird and a bit dumb BUT i want to write a lighthearted romance where character A is semifamous for something and character B is a fan of them, yknow? so i guess what im wondering is ,, do you have any fanxceleb prompts??
Not weird or dumb at all! Here are some prompts:
Have fun with them!
I already answered a similar question here, but I want to expand my answer a little bit.
There are different categories of apocalypse that can happen (or cannot really happen but you could write them):
A lot of these are already pretty common in fiction, but I always think that you don’t have to reinvent the wheel. The best thing is to take a popular trope and make it your own. Put your own twist on it.
If you know more causes of an apocalypse let us all know in the comments!
Okay so a lot of people have been asking all of us Deaf/HoH tumblrs if they know other Deaf/HoH tumblr people.
As long as you’re d/Deaf/HOH that all that matters. Doesn’t matter if you post entirely d/Deaf/HOH related or not. Oral, signing, both, HA, CI, BAHA, none at all… you have hearing loss - that all that matters :) This is for others to connect, find friendship and know that others can relate because we all understand each other in some ways.
So I decided to do a “Master Post” of all the Deaf/HOH Tumblrs.
To be added to the list please Message me. Unfortunately I don’t see reblogs all the time with people tags in it. So if you wish to be added, just message me and there will be 100% added back and knowledge you have been on it! Don’t want to miss anyone, so messaging me is the best! Thank you.
It’s great to see this list growing!! :D
So I hope that helps. Trust me there are a ton more Deaf/HOH out there!
Haha, yeah sorry about the ask box thing :p
Whenever you want to remake a classic monster or creature there are a couple things that should stay the same for them to be recognizable as that type of creature. But, using the vampire as an example, there are plenty of different versions of it that come different mythologies and folklores, not just Dracula. The Ancient Greeks had a vampiric creature called an empousa which was a female demon with fiery hair, one bronze leg and one donkey leg (because…the Greeks were weird okay?) that would literally suck out the souls of men rather then their blood. There’s also the Chupacabra of Latin American folklore which is described as different forms from region to region but is mostly animalistic and sucks the blood of the farm animals, particularly goats (chupa=suck, cabra=goat). Then you get things like Dracula vs Edward. My point is that there is a lot of room to play with. You could have a vampire that…
How can I learn to love myself?
I spent many months working with my therapist trying to develop a sense of self value. I’ll share some of the things I learned.
These things may feel strange to do, it takes time and at first it felt like I was faking it, but you know that old adage, “fake it ‘til you make it.” Keep at it. Change doesn’t come right away.
1) Take care of your body. It affects your mental well being. Taking care of your body is a way of showing you are worth being taken care of. Stay hydrated, get enough sleep, shower, brush your teeth, eat nutritious food, exercise, having some time to relax, and so on.
2) Don’t say or think really critical things about yourself. There’s enough people who are willing to run you down. No one is perfect, and you can’t expect yourself to be so. When you say or think something negative about yourself, immediately say something positive about yourself, replace those negative thoughts. You may not be able to stop all the hyper-critical thoughts, but you don’t have to believe them, you replace them with positive affirmations.
3) Take credit for the good things you do. So often, the good things in our life come from us or are a result of things we do, and the bad things happen to us. One thing I used to do was minimize my accomplishments to the point I had no positive feelings associated with them, which meant when I thought about myself, I only had negative feelings associated with me and the things I’ve done.
4) Treat yourself the way you would treat children or your best friend—with gentleness, concern and caring. How do you treat them? You are kind to them, patient with them, forgive them their mistakes. How do you treat yourself? Treat yourself the way you treat others
5) Invest in yourself, you are going to be your longest investment and your longest relationship. This could be learning, education, training. This could be taking care of your body, saving funds for the future, learning a skill, developing a hobby. As you develop talents and skills, you increase your ability to serve others, to make a positive contribution on the world. Ironic, isn’t it, developing yourself isn’t selfish, it blesses those around you.
6) Be appreciative. Being grateful is a powerful way to shape your mindset for the better. This can be done in a number of ways. Start a gratitude journal, an Instagram channel, a blog or spend 3 minutes each day thinking of all the things you are grateful for. Write a list of 10 things you like about yourself. It’s about seeing the good things in our life that we often take for granted. When we get comfortable, we get ungrateful. Change that, show gratitude everyday. Because I had a hard time coming up with good things, my therapist had me keep a journal where I wrote down all the compliments I received, and it helped me to see myself the way others did. It opened myself to the idea that maybe my life has value, that people appreciate me, that life is worth living.
7) Explore yourself. My therapist encouraged me to try a bunch of new things, especially since I spent my teenage years and much of my adulthood in the closet. Now I’m out, it’s time to do all the things I didn’t let myself try. Wear the glittery Hello Kitty backpack, and the nail polish. Maybe I’ll find I’m exhilarated when I’m gardening, or feel joyful reading to children. Maybe writing poetry or volunteering lets me feel fulfilled. Feeling good is all the permission you need to do what you love to do. Doing things that bring you joy or peace or contentment, those will help you love your life and love yourself.
8) Write a list of the things that are important to you, that upset you or hurt your feelings. Then work on drawing boundaries. This includes what is inside the boundary and what needs to remain on the outside. Some examples could include being listened to; getting sympathy when you’re hurt; being celebrated when you succeed; receiving love and tenderness without asking for it; being cared for; and knowing you can rely on someone. Whatever is important to you is important. If someone ignores what’s important to you or crosses your boundary to do things that hurt you, don’t ignore that. Your feelings are there to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong. I sometimes have to contact someone to say I need to vent, or I just did something so good and I need to share with someone. I never would’ve done that in the past, but I understand being able to do those things is important to me.
9) Don’t stress out over the opinions of people who really don’t matter. Often I imagine what all these strangers around me are thinking, and I have to ask myself why I give them so much power over me.
10) See a therapist. I’m giving some general advice, but a professional can help you identify roadblocks and give feedback on your progress and help you learn specific ways for you to learn to value and love yourself.
Last night I finally finished the lost book of the white!
Hardison, talking to Eliot and Parker on comms: “…except mine is universal, baby!”Nate: “Um, who exactly did you just refer to as baby?”Hardison: “It’s like the universal term, baby - man, how old are you?”
Pick your poison everyone:
- Nate has genuinely never noticed Hardison saying ‘baby’ in emphasis before
- Nate is attempting very poorly to matchmake after Parker’s recent jealousy
- Nate is genuinely confused whether Hardison means Eliot or Parker and is trying to keep up with who is flirting with whom now
- Nate is well aware of thiefsome flirting and is trying to stir the pot for his own amusement
Ever seen a psychotic friend having a bad time, but didn’t reach out cause you didn’t know how to help? Here’s a basic guide for you!
Psychotics (especially schizophrenics <3!!) out there, if you disagree with this or have more to add feel free to add on in the reblogs!!
sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will.
you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
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41 Emotions as Expressed through Body Language Unique
This list, while exhausting, is soooo not exhaustive; it barely scratches the surface. And each entry could easily become cliché (if it isn’t already). But, it should be enough to get you started. Want more? Start watching people (not in a creepy way), and take notes of what they seem to do when expressing different emotions. Your repertoire of expression will double in no time. PS—do not use these for actual, real-life body language reading; you will fail. These are strictly novelistic.
-jawed, raised eyebrows, staring
-Frozen, slack body language (Self? What self? There is only Zuul.)
-Take a step back and put a hand to his heart
-Smiling and throwing back her head laughing
-Slapping her thighs, stamping her feet, clapping her hands
-Shaking her head (That’s so wrong!)
-Sharp movements, like shaking a fist, pointing, slashing, or slamming a fist on a table
-Flushed face, patchy red blotches
-Tension in neck—chords standing out, veins throbbing—and jutting or tucked chin
-Arms akimbo, or clenching fists
-Entering someone else’s space and forcing them out
-Poofing up with a wide stance (I am big! Very big!), arms wide (Bring it!)
-Lowered eyebrows, squinting eyes
-Teeth bared, jaw clenched, snarling
-Pressing lips together into a thin line
-Narrowing eyes sometimes with slight head tilt (Why do you still exist?)
-Rolling eyes, often paired with a long-suffering sigh
-Fidgeting, such as tearing grass into little pieces, playing with a ring, or chewing on a pencil
-Biting lower lip, swallowing unnecessarily
-Quickened breathing or holding breath
-Pallor, sweating, clammy palms
-Unusually high-pitched, “nervous” laughter
-Slow head nodding with a furrowed brow
-Leaning forward, toward the speaker, and sitting up
-Looking over the top of her glasses
-Resting his head on his palm, peeking out between the fingers, maybe even slipping so his head “accidentally” hits the table
-Tapping toes, twirling pencil, doodling, and otherwise fidgeting
-Staring out a window, or at anything remotely more interesting (Which is everything …)
-Arms clasped behind body
-Head lifted, chest out, standing tall
-Walking briskly and making firm, precise movements
-Tilting head with narrowed eyes
-A furrowed brow
-Lifted chin (The better to look down the nose.)
-Pursed lips, sneering, slight frown
-Circling a shoulder, stretching her neck, turning away—anything to indicate she doesn’t see the person as a threat or worthy of her attention
-Grabbing her lapels, or tucking her thumbs in her waistcoat (See this clothing? It is much nicer than yours.)
-Twisted lips or a half-smile
-Sneering, sometimes with shaking the head and other defensive body language
-Pressed lips with a slight frown
-Crossed arms, legs, crossed anything, really (Well, maybe not fingers … or eyes …)
-Arms out, palms forward (Stop!)
-Placing anything (sword, shield, book, backpack) in front of her body
-Crinkling his nose
-Curling his lip and/or showing the tip of his tongue briefly
-Flinching back and interposing a shoulder or turning away
-Covering his nose, gagging, and squinting his eyes shut—hard—for a moment. (It assaults all the senses.)
-A plastered-on fake smile (You suck; but I can’t tell you that. So here: a fake smile! Enjoy.)
-Pouting or frowning (I’ll cry if you don’t give me what I want—don’t test me, I will!)
-Crossed arms and other defensive/frustrated body language (I will not let that terrible idea influence me!)
-Wide eyes and shallow, rapid breathing
-Beating the walls, or huddling into a corner
-Clasping hands over his head protectively
-Running his hands through his hair
-Leaning forward, nodding, wide eyes with strong eye contact and raised eyebrows
-Hand on heart, or presented palms-up, or otherwise visible
-A double-handed handshake (I really want to make sure you understand me!)
-Covering her face with her hands or bowing her head (I’m so embarrassed, I can’t look!)
-Difficulty maintaining eye contact, looking down and away
-Rubbing hands together (I can’t wait to get my hands on it!)
-Licking lips (It’s so close I can taste it!)
-A vigorous, pumping handshake (I can’t wait to get started!)
-Jumping up and down (Look at me being literal here! I am jumping for joy.)
-A wide and easy grin
-Eye play, like winking, looking up through the lashes, over the shoulder glances, and eye catching
-Preening, like hair flipping or smooth, clothing straightening, spine straightening, etc.
-Striking a cowboy pose, with his thumbs gripping his belt tight
-Shaking his head (You are so wrong!)
-Massaging temples (My brain—it hurts.)
-Clasping his wrist in his opposite hand, behind his back (Bad arm! No biscuit.)
-Running his hands through his hair (All this frustration is making my hair mussy. I can feel it.)
-Grabbing onto something like armrests, or white-knuckled interdigitation (Restrain yourself!)
-Smiling and laughing
-Eyes and nose crinkling
-Swinging her arms, spinning loosely, dancing, jumping
-Quick head nodding (Get on with it!)
-Toe/finger tapping (Hear this? These are seconds. Wasted. Listening to you.)
-Sighing, checking the clock/sundial/freckles (Time. It is moving so slowly.)
-Tight lips, or a sour expression
-Narrow eyes locked on the perpetrator, to the point of a stare down
-Crossed arms, and additional frustrated, angry, possessive, or bitter body language
-Scratching their nose, ear, neck, miscellaneous part of face
-Sudden change in behavior or demeanor, including shifty eye contact, lots of long blinking, shrugging
-Ill-timed smiles or laughter (This is how I normally smile, right? Right???)
-Additional anxiety body language
-Shaking head no while saying “yes” (I can’t believe I just lied.)
-Licking lips, covering mouth, touching mouth, etc.
-Both palms to forehead, fingers splayed (This gives me a headache.)
-Covering eyes with one hand (If I can’t see the world, it can’t see me …)
-Eyes wide and staring into space, hands gripping the table in front of her (… Woah.)
-Tiny shoves or nudge
-Head tilted back, lips parted slightly, eyes wide or closed
-Slow, languorous movements, stretching (such as arching her neck or back)
-Slight flush, quickened breath and pulse
-Handshake with arm clasp
-Putting hands on or around someone’s shoulders, neck, waist, back, or even just the wall near them
-Standing in someone’s personal space, body positioned toward that person
-Any one-sided act of intimacy, like running a knuckle down someone’s cheek
-Staring down any who get too close
-Chin up, chest out, shoulders back
-A painfully hard handshake that not only squishes the bones, but also forces his hand on top
-Leaning back with his hands behind his head, and his feet up
-Strong, unblinking, focused eye contact
-Arms crossed, sometimes with fists (Not happening.)
-Dragging feet (But I don’t wanna!)
-Pinching nose (You want me to do what now?)
-Clamping hands over ears (La la la la!)
-Droopy body (and anything held, like a sword), bowed in shoulders, wrapping arms around self
-Slow movements with hesitation
-Bottom lip jutting out and/or quivering
-Crying, sobbing, body shaking, sniffling, wet eyes
-A tight-lipped smile (My lips are zipped.)
-Hiding her hands in her pockets (What has it got in its nasty little pocket?)
-Hunched shoulders, shrinking back from others (Don’t hurt me!)
-Wide eyes and lifted eyebrows (The better to see them coming.)
-Shaking, trembling, or freezing
-Rocking from side to side, sometimes holding self (It’ll all be okay, self, it’ll all be okay.)
-Slumped shoulders (Don’t look at me.)
-Trouble meeting your gaze, looking down and away
-Burying her face in her hands or bowing her head (I can’t face the world right now.)
-Hands covering her mouth, or mouth hanging open, sometimes with a gasp (If I had words, I would be saying them.)
-Freezing and staring with wide eyes and eyebrows raised (Diverting all resources toward staring.)
-Smacking a palm into his forehead (Clearly, my head isn’t working right, or I wouldn’t have seen that)
-Avoids eye contact, or has only fleeting eye contact (Eye contact means you might speak to me.)
-Keeps a fair distance from everyone, and will back away if someone steps closer (Space invaders!)
-Folded arms, head down, and other defensive body language (If I make myself small, they can’t see me.)
-Slight, close-lipped smile (occasionally one-sided) and sometimes one raised eyebrow (I know something you don’t know.)
-Chin slightly tucked, Mona Lisa smile, raised eyebrows (I know better.)
-Finger steepling (I am so smaaaht.)
-Narrowed eyes, sometimes with a sidelong glance or raised eyebrow (Perhaps if I look at it out of the corner of my eye, I will catch it unawares.)
-Rubbing his eyes (I can’t believe what I’m metaphorically or literally seeing!)
-Shaking his head (I—I don’t believe it.)
-Blowing out cheeks (Well , I don’t know …)
-Rubbing his eyes, eyes staring into space, raised eyebrows (Raising my eyebrows helps keep my eyes open.)
-Yawning and/or stretching (I am tired—see? Tired! Too tired to care!)
-Almost nodding off and jerking awake (Cannot. Stay. Awa—snnnnurzzzz.)
-Gritting teeth to stay awake (Cannot—yawn—dang it!)
-Steepling fingers (I will think better if I center myself and focus.)
-Pinching nose, sometimes with closed eyes (Focus, focus—I just need to focus.)
-Tugging on an ear (This will help me remember!)
-Stroking a real or imaginary beard (People with beards look smart.)
-Furrowed brow, narrowed eyes, sometimes tilted head and pressing lips together (I can’t see it—I will try harder!)
-Resting his chin on his hand (Thinking makes my head heavy.)
-Hands clenched and held above head while grimacing (She is invincible!)
-Head tilted back with a yell (She is fierce!)
-Arm pumping in the air, jumping (Woohoo!)
bitches who are introverted and have adhd see a text and are like ‘i will deal with this when i have the social and emotional energy for it’ and then fucking forget about it for a week. anyway, i’m bitches
Oh look, it’s me. Sorry!
@eugeniaslongsword …I’m so sorry
This is potentially life saving information everyone should know.
No you guys this post helped me find my cat. He was missing for almost a month and I’ve had him for over 12 years. After seeing this I put his favorite blanket he always slept on outside hoping he would smell mine or his scent and he was back the next fucking day asleep on it.
When my cat got out, we called and called for him, and then, later that night, I remembered similar advice to this, and so put his little scratching pad, which he adores, on the front porch. Not even half an hour later, I heard a thump, opened the door, and there was his big butt, meowing at me.
Important and vital
I don’t care that I reblogged this today I’m reblogging it again
“Here’s to the ones who are not brilliant. Here’s to the people who question the very purpose of their existence, like I do. To the ones who feel like they do not belong, to the ones who feel they were born in the wrong century, in the wrong galaxy. Those who are full of insecurities, worries, doubts and fears. Those who feel crippled with paranoia and trapped in a meant coated skeleton. There are people like you and me, equally messed up, their souls equally complex and bruised. They too spend Sunday afternoons gazing at clear blue skies, trying to connect to their real self, looking for something to free them, to save them, waiting for miracles while sipping coffee. These people too are lost like you and me, their minds wandering aimlessly through forests and alleys, and places and countries, hoping to make sense of their own existence, hoping to be significant. Trying desperately to love themselves with the self-love they are told is the only cure, but failing miserably, horribly. So, on those evenings when your body and soul seem like two separate entities, when you feel exiled from the home within your own heart. Know, I have been there too and it will be okay, it will get better. It has to, right?”
— Kopal (via lazypacific )
everyone on here always talks about the people who can’t complete assignments in time, or spend time with their families, and fail classes, because of their mental health, which is important. but no one ever talls about the people who still manage to stay afloat with their studies and other responsibilities while battling with their mind constantly. so shout out to them!! the ones who are top of their class, but still have severe depression. the ones who get all As, but have daily panic attacks. the ones who get employee of the month, but can barely bring themselves to fight their eating disorder. i see you, and i’m so proud of you.
Sequel to Eindred and the Witch
In which Severin, the golden eyed witch, learns that his greatest enemy and truest love is fated to kill him.
Dealing in prophecies is a dubious work. Anyone who knows anything will tell you as much.
“Think of all of time as a grand tapestry,” his great-grandmother had said, elbow deep in scalding water. Her hands were tomato red, and Severin watched with wide golden eyes as she kneaded and stretched pale curds in the basin. “You might be so privileged to understand a single weave, but unless you go following all surrounding threads, and the threads around those threads, and so on - which, mind you, no human can do - you’ll never understand the picture.”
Severin, who was ten years old and had never seen a grand tapestry, looked at the cheese in the basin and asked if his great-grandmother could make the analogy about that instead.
“No,” she replied. “Time is a tapestry. Cheese is just cheese.”
And that was that.
By fifteen, Severin who was all arms, legs, and untamable black hair, decided he hated prophecies more than anything in the world. He occupied himself instead with long walks atop the white bluffs well beyond his family’s home. Outside, he could look at birds, and talk to the wind, and not think about the terrible prophecy which followed him like a shadow.
His second eldest sister had revealed it - accidentally, of course. Severin lived in a warm and bustling house with his great-grandmother, grandmother, mother, two aunts, and three sisters. All of whom were generously gifted in the art of foretelling (a messy business, each would say if asked), and every one of them had seen Severin’s same bleak thread.
He would die. Willingly stabbed through the heart by his greatest enemy and truest love.
Willingly. That was the worst part, he thought.
Severin, who had no talent in the way of prophecies, but plenty of talent in the realm of wind and sky, marched along the well-worn trail, static sparking around his fingertips as the brackish sea breeze nipped consolingly at his face and hair.
I will protect you if you ask me to, it blustered, and Severin was comforted.
He didn’t care who this foretold stranger was. When this enemy-lover appeared, Severin would ask the wind to pick them up and take them far, far away. Far enough that they could never harm him. The wind whistled in agreement. And so it was settled.
“May you have a life of safety and peace”, said the witch, cursing the bloodthirsty warrior.
The words of the slain hold tremendous power.
It’s why any sensible warrior is a master of swift endings. Such as an arrow through the eye or a clean separation of head from shoulders. In a pinch, a slit throat will do. Though it really is best to avoid giving your enemy the chance to make even garbled curses out of their last bloody breaths. For even those without the slightest touch of magic have been known to make a curse stick if it’s uttered on the cold brink of death.
Eindred the Bloody collected curses in the same way that other warriors collected scars. Even in the wild chaos of battle, he was known to take a knee, pressing his ear to a felled enemy’s laboring lips.
May your every loved one die screaming in pain.
I hope you die with your eyes stabbed out and your heart in your hands.
You will never know happiness.
Your existence will be suffering.
May your greatest enemy rise from the grave and never leave you alone.
The last was his most recent curse, and Eindred wondered if it meant some great murdered brute was tracing his steps, waiting to catch him while he slept.
Eindred crossed the peninsula with a company of barbaric warriors, gaining a new curse from every enemy he felled. Not all of them would stick, he knew. But some undoubtedly would. And he would deserve every one.
Others in his company treated him with to wary, sidelong glances, because surely it was dangerous to travel with one so cursed as he. But Eindred was a force in battle, relentless and unstoppable as an icy winter gale, and so they swallowed their complaints, and contented themselves with leaving a wide berth on either side of his scarred, patchwork arms.
Eindred was marching at the back of the company when they came upon the village. It was a collection of squat, wooden homes tucked beneath a snow capped mountainside. From thatched rooftops, wisps of smoke from cooking fires rose, painting the blue sky in pale, meandering strokes.
This company tended to leave such settlements alone, and Eindred was glad for it. No warriors would be found in tiny mountainside villages, and though he might live to fight, he had no interest in wholesale slaughter.
This time, however, the company leader - a silent, brutish man, held up a hand.
Their company was running low on food, it turned out, and even from a distance, the warriors could see the village’s sheep - a trail of white spots on the green hillside.
Eindred was disappointed when, ultimately, violence erupted in the quiet village, though he did not lay down his thick handled blade.
The shepherd boy had refused to give up his master’s sheep, and when he shouted, a blacksmith had burst from his home, wielding a great hammer in his hand.
The battle was short.
When all was done, four lay dead. The shepherd, the blacksmith, and two young men who’d foolishly taken up crude wooden spears. The rest of the villagers huddled, terrified in their homes. The warriors expected to slaughter the sheep with no further trouble, but when they turned back to the field, an individual stood blocking their way.
His hair was dark - as the hair in these parts tended to be, and his face was sharp, both nose and cheeks splattered with freckles. Golden eyes beheld the warriors, and he watched them with a steady, measured gaze. Without the slightest hint of fear, he stood before them, his simple robe fluttering in the icy mountain’s breath, and said: “These are simple people. They have little in way of money or goods. It wasn’t for nothing that the shepherd, blacksmith, and teenagers died. They need these sheep. And I cannot allow you to take them.”
The other warriors in the company laughed at the young man’s foolishness - for that was what it looked like to them. Eindred did not laugh, however. Though the stranger’s voice was light, the air stirred around him.
It was rare to encounter one who commanded magics. Rare - but not impossible. And so Eindred alone was unsurprised when the young man turned his golden eyes to the heavens and summoned great branches of lightning which cleaved the skies above them. The world erupted and the men around Eindred screamed.
Eindred, who’d expected something like this, had already begun running.
Later, he would think it odd that the witch hadn’t bothered to move. But in the heat of battle, with lightning splitting the field at his back, Eindred’s attention had narrowed to the rough point of his blade - and then, the crimson place where it pierced the witch’s chest.
The skies silenced as Eindred pulled the wet, crimson blade free of its target.
It took just a moment for the witch to fall, but in that single, infinite moment, Eindred was subjected to the full weight of that golden gaze.
Legs folding beneath him, the witch crumpled, collapsing back onto the wild, wet grass. Eindred knelt beside him, grimly eager to hear the curse and be done with it. Surely a curse at the lips of one so powerful as this would finally bring an end to things?
To take one’s own life was an unspeakably shameful end for a warrior such as he. But a curse? Well, one couldn’t help how the wrong curse might speed things along.
The witch’s black hair was damp from the dew in the grass, and when he turned, it stuck to the side of his face and neck. His mouth opened and closed. Holding his breath, Eindred leaned in.
“-my hut…it’s just past…the next hill over,” the witch whispered. “In it, I keep medicines and herbs. For the villagers. And travelers who pass.”
Eindred shook his head. He didn’t understand.
Impossibly, the witch smiled. When he lifted a hand, Eindred twitched, expecting to be struck.
The witch’s bloodied finger, however, did nothing more than tap his chest. And then, in a wet, rattling breath, the witch, with his great power finally spoke his curse.
“May you live a life of safety and peace.”
Eindred sat, his thick, scarred knuckles braced in the dirt as the cold mountain wind whistled down the hillside at his back.
“What?” he whispered.
But the young man’s golden eyes were blank and empty, and the other warriors lay dead in the field. Only the relentless wind snapped and whistled in answer.
Within a month, he’d joined up with another company. And it soon became clear the witch’s death rattle had been a curse of great power indeed. For wherever Eindred traveled, peace inevitably followed. Enemy warriors surrendered and when they didn’t, members within Eindred’s own company had sudden changes of heart. As for Eindred himself, not a single person would raise a blade against him, and Eindred had never been the sort who could raise his own blade against one who had no wish to fight.
And so for another month he wandered, hapless, without even the dark purpose of collecting curses which had driven him for the last several years.
He’d been raised with a sword in his hand, brought up knowing full well that his job in life would be to cut short the existence of any who stood against him. Not even thirty, and his soul was exhausted, worn ragged by such an life. And so, he’d sought a way out if it. Eindred had accumulated a terrifying number of curses - curses which would surely have felled lesser men than he. Before everything had gone wrong in the tiny village, he’d been sure it was only a matter of time before they overcame him.
But now, the witch’s single curse had overpowered them all.
Eindred was safer than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never known such a quiet, terrible peace.
After another month, he returned to the mountainside village. He didn’t have any good reason to return - other than perhaps the distant hope that a villager’s rage might be enough to overcome the curse. As he climbed the grassy hillside, he resigned himself to potential death by club or rake.