* QUOTES ABOUT DEATH PROMPTS ,

Since I’m thinking about it—a little more on Veric’s prostheses.

Normally, when he’s back home in his atelier or, recently, tutoring only his most recent apprentice, he’ll use his wheelchair instead of his prosthetics, which is... just a practical thing, really, because the workshop is already equipped with a lift operated by arcana machina, so he just needs something really basic but sturdy that will get him around the place when he’s low-energy and doesn’t have to expend a bunch of effort to maintain it. There are maybe a handful of people who’ve even seen the wheelchair or know that he uses it, and that list includes his current apprentice Iseult, his old Army Mage™ friends Vallareo and Isonandra, and his field-of-study peer/rival Elian.

Outside of that, though, even though they’re pretty much always concealed by his clothes when he wears them, his prosthetics are well known and even something of a legend because of the circumstances surrounding them. A lot of the mages that fought in the war have stories that were spread around in the aftermath, and Veric’s in particular is about the rough-hewn legs of diamond he made for himself in a desperate attempt to fight beside his friends, which... is more accurate than he’ll acknowledge, admittedly. Before then, arcana machina that served as prosthetics only tended to work as short-term replacements for smaller limbs like fingers and such, just because it was difficult to find reliable and sturdy materials that possessed types of arcane power that easily mesh with the natural power of a human body, meaning that the cost of even cheaper materials meant it usually wasn’t worth bothering at all if they couldn’t reliably work long-term. What Veric did was nothing short of a miracle, but after the war he had plenty of time to actually refine the prosthetics into something more resembling actual limbs in both shape and operation, outside of the colors and runes and the like, and though it’s still not a widespread use of machina, the incident did contribute to legitimizing machina prosthetics as a concept. Appearance-wise, they actually have a quite elegant form, lined with shallow veins and runes inlaid with aquamarine and hemimorphite, white and light blue stonework that glows faintly in darker atmospheres.

He usually tends to wear or at least carry shoes with him so that he doesn’t damage “finer” floors like tile and whatnot, but if he’s traveling out in the wilds? He will quite literally go barefoot. Black diamond is a powerful and now somewhat rare resource in arcane science and here he is literally trampling prosthetics made of the stuff through the dirt and mud because it’s convenient and he can do what he want.

Tbh... Veric needs........ spite friends

Friends who will talk shit about him to his face and trade barbs while sitting and enjoying tea together and finding ways to check on each other while also refusing to acknowledge they like each other

Very gentle reminder for this late-night dash that there's nothing wrong with being as kind, patient, and understanding to yourself as you are with your writing partners. There's nothing wrong with taking your time, taking breaks, or being selective in where you do and don't spend your energy while you're online.

Denmark/Copenhagen/Glyptoteket - 2019

As I’ll be spotty here while working, mutuals can feel free to hit me up on either~

Tentative thoughts of a low-activity canon muse... one I actually haven’t ever written before 🤔

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐒, 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

Though indistinguishable to most from an average human, Veric is but a splinter of the soul of Domnos, the youngest of the Enlightened. None of the Enlightened have ever appeared in the mortal realm including Domnos, however the figure painted by the numerous stories bearing his visage is, surprisingly, not very far off from the god’s true character.

Compared to his siblings, Domnos is a sociable and curious sort who often seeks to expand his horizons far beyond the sciences he governs, much to the chagrin of his brothers and sister. His forays into the mortal world are but a recent development and, outside of an intimate knowledge with many areas of magic both within and outside of arcane science, even interacting with mortals is still a fresh experience he has yet to adjust to. At times he can be astoundingly ignorant of social propriety on the most basic of levels, and is known as well to be quite fickle in a number of ways, but his interest in the humans and their world is near-limitless—even the most mundane things are capable of catching his attention, if not for long.

As one who created the arts of attunement and artifice, Domnos is exceptionally skilled in both arts and creates for himself a number of vessels, from those meant to serve as familiars and companions to mortal-passing bodies for he himself to occupy, if only in part. His true body, suspended in a realm beyond the mortal world just as his siblings are, is far too large and cumbersome to navigate planets in person, on top of appearing highly alien and strange to the eyes of mortals; despite this, the vessels he possesses are all but impossible to distinguish from those of an average mortal, in spite of their more ethereal properties. While his appearance is alterable down to the atom, most often Domnos takes the appearance of a dark-skinned young man, tall and well-built, framed by opalescent curls and observing the world through bright, golden eyes, not unusual features for a mortal mage on their own.

Just as Veric is capable of assuming control of vessels scattered across various worlds and planes through the use of metaphora, Domnos too is capable of exploring a number of universes at will, albeit with a greater degree of control and intent in choosing where and when he appears.

@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?”

@misfortuneds​ : "why should i trust you?" / from yen :-) | x

          𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 to stop the sigh before it slipped from his lips. Veric was a stranger in a land foreign to him, and knew better than to let slip such useless hostility over nothing. It wasn’t the first time his trustworthiness or motivations were questioned and wouldn’t be the last, but what was more...

          “You have little reason to, regardless of what I say.” What was this person’s connection to this place? It figured his rotten luck would have him stumbling upon a stranger without having even found his footing in this odd corner of the world. “All I can say is that I’m merely a traveler passing through, and whether you choose to believe me or not, well...” Dark hands smoothed down the front of his robes, oddly spared of grime or disarray for a supposed wanderer, but if it was his intent to look out of place, he more than managed it. But he couldn’t allow himself to be chased away, if there may have been a reason this newfound vessel of his had been placed here, of all places.

          Veric straightened. “Regardless, I have no intention of staying here. Just as soon as I... discover where it is that I’m going.”