Since I’m Thinking About It—a Little More On Veric’s Prostheses.
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.
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* 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.
I’m sorry y’all I am thoroughly distracted by designing Veric’s common spaces in Dungeon Alchemist
I said that early hours would be my time for loveposting but no. Actually I think I DO want to talk in broad daylight about how ridiculously touchy Veric can be sometimes when he’s in love with a partner that doesn’t mind it
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐒
“ ……. ”
“ i will carry you out myself. ”
"𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 as weapons in the past and will not hesitate to do so again.” Completely straight-faced, it’s... likely the truth, to some degree. “I have interacted with my fair share of corpses cursed or otherwise, and so you’ll have to do more than glower and glare at me. Besides, telling a scientist to not indulge in their own curiosity, you may as well tell a fish not to swim.”
@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?”
Honestly how do you even make a promo for an OC with no face claim. Awful. Impossible.
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
Blog not even finished but remembered I could make a pride icon 👁️
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