Denmark/Copenhagen/Glyptoteket - 2019

Me: don’t come here expecting romance with Veric, he doesn’t often fall in love very easily

Me sitting here at almost 4 am already thinking about romantic or borderline-romantic shipping:

* QUOTES ABOUT DEATH PROMPTS ,

i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens.

i'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way i want to.

don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life.

what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?

someone who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

i don't want to die without any scars.

death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

i had been dead for billions and billions of years before i was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

even death has a heart.

death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

it is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.

no one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.

everybody is going to be dead one day, just give them time.

we all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.

delaying death is one of my favourite hobbies

life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, that's all.

we're born, we live a little while, we die.

the first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

i was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

life is pleasant, death is peaceful: it's the transition that's troublesome.

if there are no dogs in heaven, then when i die i want to go where they went.

we are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.

a thing is not necessarily true because someone dies for it.

i do not fear death.

when i look at my life and its secret colours, i feel like bursting into tears.

don't feel bad, i'm usually about to die.

they died that day because their body had served its purpose.

many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life.

why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? it isn't.

no one here gets out alive.

promise to give me a kiss on my brow when i am dead, i shall feel it.

the dead can survive as part of the lives of those that still live.

one lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

when he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

kill me, if you’ve ever been my friend, kill me.

to me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal.

i like grit, i like love and death, i'm tired of irony.

how shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.

love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

if by my life or death i can protect you, i will.

i know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow.

much of what was said did not matter, and that much of what mattered could not be said.

people living deeply have no fear of death.

if you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right

we who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

belief is the death of intelligence.

what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything?

you never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone.

if i die, i will wait for you.

if you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them?

grief can destroy you, or it can focus you.

death is a strange thing.

cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

older men declare war, but it is youth that must fight and die.

i could die for you, but i couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.

whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar.

personally, i'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!

the funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.

the truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

yeah, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

it is not death that you should fear, but you should fear never beginning to live.

you can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can.

people leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

death is a stripping away of all that is not you.

we may not get to choose how we die, but we can chose how we live.

it doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.

enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead.

death is the only god who comes when you call.

to live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how i would like to live.

As someone who had my art taken for graphics and icons back in the ye olde days of Soul Eater, people who use the works of artists without obtaining permission will go to a special kind of hell

as always feel free to change pronouns/alter to fit etc!

“ i’m not running away from things, i am running to them, before they flare and fade forever. ”

“ you are seared onto my heart. ”

“ i’m running to you, before you fade from me. ”

“ that’s the trouble with hope. it’s hard to resist. ”

“ never be cruel, never be cowardly. ”

“ wait, he’s your arch-enemy now? i’ll scratch his eye out. ”

“ we’re all stories in the end. ”

“ don’t play games with me. don’t ever, ever think you’re capable of that. ”

“ who said you’re not important? ”

“ all of time and space, i’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before. ”

“ everybody is important to somebody, somewhere. ”

“ hold tight and pretend it’s a plan. ”

“ the way i see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. the good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant. ”

“ have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away. ”

“ some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. it’s not the time that matters, it’s the person. ”

“ you know the thing you need most of all? you need a hand to hold. ”

“ good men don’t need rules. today is not a good day to find out why i have so many. ”

“ one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel. ”

“ if we’re going to die, let’s die looking like a peruvian folk band. ”

“ it isn’t rocket science, it’s just quantum physics. ”

“ courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, you know. it’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway. ”

“ there’s something that doesn’t make sense… let’s go and poke it with a stick. ”

I like to tell myself that, because of the increasing presence of arcana machina in Veric’s world, it probably wouldn’t take him long to adjust to most kinds of modern technology (various modes of transportation, phones/tablets to some degree, elevators/escalators, etc) but the concept of modern television would legitimately stump him. Giant devices you can project information onto and you use it to... watch three hours of a fictional story that tells you nothing of importance??

@therelentless​ : “ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ” | x

          𝐓𝚮𝚬𝐑𝚬 𝐖𝚬𝐑𝚬 𝐅𝚬𝐖 𝐓𝚮𝚰𝚴𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝚮𝚨𝐓 could give Veric deliberate pause, but he faltered then—not because he had been caught in the act, per se, but because he explicitly hadn’t been doing anything to warrant such a warning, not that he was aware of, at least.

          ( Except, perhaps, the trespassing part. )

          “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝚰 𝐰𝐚𝐬–” No... no, actually, he clearly didn’t want to know. Uncertain eyes flickered back to the previous subject of his attention, lips twisting in disdain. It was a true internal conflict, debating if he was possessed of the mental fortitude to dare ask but his curiosity, it seemed, won over any hesitation. Under his breath, eyes drifting back to the man in question, “𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐠𝛐𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝛐 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞... 𝐭𝛐𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝛐𝐧𝐬 𝛐𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝛐𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝛐𝐦𝐲? 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝? 𝚨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝛐𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?”

Ridiculously early in the morning will be my time for romance posting instead of NSFW posting here we go

Veric has a number of ways in which he tends to show his affection through letting people into his ‘spaces’ —he’s a private person in general, so coming into his home, or being told specific things about his life or past, sure. But... probably the biggest, I think, is when you see him without any kind of glamours, or makeup, or obscuring who or what he really is, in a sense.

Sure, appearance is kind of important in most mage societies and arcane scientists aren’t that different in the end, even though they like to believe they’re more about the pursuit of knowledge than anything so superficial. But for Veric specifically, it’s because... he’s known for the image of strength he presents, and how frail and lifeless he can look at times when he’s overexerted himself and not using glamours to obscure it can be a startling contrast. His skin goes pale, he looks sickly, even his hair and eyes lose their luster and he gets a little more sluggish, a little more irritable than he already was (sounds hard to do, I know lol) not to mention he usually doesn’t wear his prostheses just because it takes less energy to simply use his wheelchair when he’s feeling that way, since he won’t be leaving his home in that state.

So if he willingly allows you to see him that way? I don’t think there’s a more grand show of trust from him, if I’m honest. He doesn’t like being vulnerable when it can be helped, so many of his formative years were spent learning to hide any and all signs of weakness so that he can survive.

Imagine being adopted into the family of the only person to ever see worth in you in your 20 years of life, only to outlive him and his family and descendants several times over. Like... the Noor family is still alive and going, but it’s been some roughly twenty or so generations since Veric’s adoptive parents died. And while such long lives are commonplace for mages and scientists, the Noors were not scientists despite dabbling in arcane science. They lived normal lifespans. They died when they died and that was that.

I’ll be reblogging this periodically, like a number of the calls I post, but please like this if you’d like me to come harass you @ you in IMs for plotting! Where I can go over the verses I have (both already on the blog and unofficial/unlisted ones) and we can figure out how best to interact for some full-fledged threads 😌

Making a new blog is always a disaster because you either don’t block recommended posts and have a dashboard clogged with shit or you block them and your dashboard endless scrolling breaks into an infinite void of loading