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cont. from here with @grislyintentions

Yanqing nods, not so proud that he can't admit his own struggles. "The Luofu has climate and weather control. We do have seasons, but the winters are mild without snow." The teen breathes into his gloved hands. The gloves are fairly thin so that he could wield his swords without problem, which means they don't give much protection from the cold. "Our summers are pretty hot though. Most people here would probably not do well then." Just as the sky mimicked the original sky of their homeworld, so did the climate and where the Luofu came from, it had been mild winters and hot summers.

"Is that okay? I won't be in the way or bothering you?" It would be rude to intrude on a doctor and her work. Though, as the door opens and he can feel the warmth from inside, he doesn't hesitate to join her inside.

Seated by the geomarrow lamp, Yanqing wishes he could hug the thing, but that would definitely hurt him. Sighing, he leans as close as possible to the lovely heat source.

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Open: Moze || Near Miss

Blood. Blood everywhere. Normally, Moze is very precise with his work, but not this time. Yet another of the Disciples' hidden 'laboratories' had been found. The place, the sights, the smells, made Moze lose his last bit of restraint. More than a dozen dead Disciples scattered the ground and Moze's blade glistened red. The man himself is painted with it, too.

The sound of movement makes him ready himself for a new attack. Launching at the person, he realises it's not an enemy. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he manages to change his direction. Barely.

Looking at the other, Moze's gaze is hard, yet somehow burning. Purple irises looking like they're almost gleaming.

"You should announce yourself next time."

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I lost my Jingliu 50/50 to Yanqing 🤣 What makes it even funnier is that I only was on 20 pity.

My US account don't have Yanqing yet, so I'm ok with this loss.

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Multimuse superhero rp blog. Sideblog to goodheartedfool and written by Veri. Low activity.

Previously found on: nerdybirdboy, heroprogeny, concertedlysuper & hightechgenius

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I will be on Nat's blog (and my superhero mumu sideblog) this evening.

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I have absolutely 0 interest in any of the known upcoming banners, which is good since it seems like we might get a new version of dragon boy, which I'm very much interested in (please, don't fail me this time, like you did during my tries to pull for DH:IL, in which I lost my 50/50 and didn't manage to get enough pulls to get the guarantee *sob sob*). Honestly, a new DH is the only character so far I'm looking forward to, so they better give us that.

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Mum's long time friend (friends for nearly 50 years) died early June and no one told her. She was 92 and had dementia, so mum didn't speak to her much since they could only do phone calls. The care home where Mimmi (the friend) lived was too far away for my mum to get there on her own, so for the last 8-ish years, they've only been able to meet a handful of times, but spoken more or less regularly (but it's hard to make calls, since Mimmi can't have her own phone, so mum had to call the unit and then they had to go to Mimmi with the communal phone). Anyway, she's been a part of my entire life. Very odd woman. Strongly Christian, strongly vegan and environmentally friendly, gave the weirdest gifts (and did some weird actions, like throwing away my red plastic bucket because red dyes were dangerous and bought me a yellow bucket and I hate yellow xD), but so so kind. I haven't seen her in at least 15 years (because I moved south and then to the UK), but it's a bit odd knowing she doesn't exist anymore.

On top of that, I scrolled down the "in memory" page for my home area and so many are in my parents' age and that had me unsettled for a bit. I get regularly anxious about them dying with me so far away (I've been trying to move back for 5 years, but it's not as easy as people seem to think). I also stumbled across my uncle's memory page (he died two years ago) and seeing that again was a bit weird too (he had been sick for a very long time though, so no surprise).

Anyway, this weird feeling I'm currently having might disappear quickly or it might linger, idk. May or may not be around.

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At first, he flinches when his hair is being ruffled, but as he realises it's not to hurt him, Arlan relaxes. It's odd to be touched in such a way. He's used to hard or forceful touches, being manhandled or hit, not getting his hair gently ruffled. It feels like needles against his scalp and he isn't sure what to think of it.

The clothes are removed from his arms and he nods before going to the room and the bed that has just been made for him. Crawling into bed, he lies straight on his back, but at least he's under the covers. Despite that this is a new place, it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, exhausted and with his stomach full of warm soup, not even his willpower could keep him awake now.

For once, he even sleeps the entire night. No nightmares plaguing him. No early morning drills. No one pulling him out of bed for surprise training. Instead he gets to wake slowly.

At first, he feels a little confused, but then he remembers yesterday. About the kind man, the food and clothes. He feels warm and a tiny part of him wants to curl up and stay in bed, but that would be against the rules. Getting up, he notices that he has bled through the cloth he had wrapped around his injured right hand. He should find more cloth and change it. The scientist usually changed his bandages once they got bloody.

Can he just leave though? The man was kind to him, but you always need to pay somehow. Would he be allowed to return if he left?

Not knowing what to do, Arlan ends up just standing there, half-way out of the guestroom, uncertain about how to proceed.

     “ S'alright if y'don't, sometimes it takes a bit t' learn, ” the little doctor assures him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. These things don't come naturally the first time – he remembers that it took him a long time to learn, too.

     A long time when he was little and running around the clinic as if there were any chance of him being stolen away again. Time to adjust to the warmth that came from having a family. He takes the dirty clothes in Arlan's arms with all the gentleness he can, then. A soft smile on his lips as he does so. “ I'll get these cleaned up f'er ya, okay? I c'n even mend ‘em or jus' make ya somethin' new. F'er now, how ‘bout y’get some rest, alright, sweetheart? Y'look like you'll pass out on y'er feet. ”

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New hc. The longer and more often Moze uses his shadow abilities, the higher the likelihood of side effect. The side effects? General body aches and headache. Does anyone know this? Absolutely not.

I will add this to a previous hc post I have about his shadow abilities and its "cause and effect".

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My drafts is in single digits for the first time in over a year 😱🎉

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@rathalascendant sent an ill & injured sentence meme:

"I've never felt so helpless in my life."

Yanqing nods. "I know the feeling, but if you don't heal properly before getting back to training or working, it will all just take longer to get back on your feet in the long run," he replies with a sagely expression on his face, not that he follows that advice himself. No, just like Jing Yuan, he tended to escape the Alchemy Commission and drive the healers there crazy. However, that is not something Mari needs to know.

"The Dragon Lady is the best healer. You'll be fine in no time." That is something he fully believes. Bailu definitely knows what she's doing.

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HC: Dr Ratio || Family & Childhood

Veritas Ratio, born Veritas Aurarius, comes from an affluent family, much of it inherited, but the money is still coming in due to trading and shares. Not from any of his family's doing. No, they pay someone else to do their bidding and earn them their money.

His father, Iovis Aurarius, and brother, Aeneas Aurarius, does little more than being seen, gamble and generally entertain themselves. While his mother, Concordia Aurarius, and sister, Fortuna Aurarius, shops, looks pretty and party. Veritas loathes it all. Hates the vanity and the uselessness. Hates how they use others without giving anything back. How all they think about is themselves and their own riches.

Unlike his family, he never cared for social status or socialising. From an early age, three to be exact, he developed a love for knowledge. He wanted to know things, to learn things. He didn't want to be his mothers pretty little accessory or spend time with others. The gatherings were always too much, anyway. Too loud. Too bright. Too smelly. People wanted to pinch and kiss his cheeks and touch his hair and he hated it. Hated the sensation of anyone touching him, especially strangers and of course no one asked him if he wanted it, they just touched him.

As he grew up, he was constantly berated by his family, especially his mother. He was told to behave. To act normally. It seemed like he always was too much or too little of whatever she wanted. It was never enough. Veritas can't remember her ever telling him he was good or that she loved him.

His father mostly just ignored him, wanting nothing to do with the weird son he didn't know how to handle. He rarely said anything nasty, but he also rarely looked at Veritas at all.

As for his siblings, they either ignored him or teased him. Being 12 and 15 years older than him, they would've had little in common anyway.

Veritas quickly did his best to avoid his family, including skipping family meals. Not that those happen often. Lunch was usually eaten away and dinners were usually parties. Veritas ignored both of those things. Preferring to stay at home or at the University Library. When others were asleep, he usually went to the kitchen to get the food he needed and then survived on that.

Things could've ended badly for him if it hadn't been for him, at the age of ten, attending an open lecture by Professor Rond. The young boy asked more interesting questions than the adult students did and Professor Rond immediately became interested in the boy. Just a few days later, Veritas Ratio became a student of Professor Rond. Five years later, Veritas was accepted to University of Veritas Prime.

Before he started his studies there, he made sure to make himself an emancipated minor, change his last name from Aurarius to Ratio. He's had no contact with his family since. Once he became a famous scholar, they tried to contact him again, but he refused to have nothing to do with them.

Due to the nature of his parents and upbringing, Ratio loathes socialites, people leeching of others, gambling, inequality and the use of beauty as something of high importance, among other things. His headpeice is not only to shield his senses, but also to hide his face. Ratio is aware that he looks good and hates when that is used as one of his strengths. It reminds him too much of his childhood and his mother trying to turn him into her perfect little accessory.

He will not talk about his family, but if you ask, he will admit that he has one.

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There's a slight movement at the edge of the bed as the tip of Gua's tail wags reflexively. Glad that Sampo is here, that he isn't angry, that he still smiles at him. Maybe things would be okay?

"Yes, that f-fine," he replies, smiling a little. The less he needs to worry about Sampo, the more he can relax. Is Ven okay too? They had only met once and he's certain the man hates him, but he means a lot to Sampo and that is what matters.

Water is given, a mug with a straw, enabling him to drink by himself. He wants more, but apparently it's better to take it slowly, even with water. "No you eat. I w-won't go anywhere," he jokes. Yes, he actually makes jokes sometimes. Obviously he won't go anywhere, he can't even sit up by himself, even less leave this room.

It's adorable how he looks. If it wasn't for the fact he was held up on this bed, Sampo would've given him a little noogie for his troubles. Alas, he was very worried for the Foxian’s physical being. Only a gentle stroke to his head is given, accompanied with the same gentle smile the Fool reserved for him whenever they had small chats about life and things. Soft, with a little bitterness hidden behind his emerald hues.

“Shhh, you're alright now. Thank you for reminding me.” His fingers, though covered by leather, were still warm to the touch. Easily shifting his fingers through his hair, though it did feel somewhat greasy from the lack of proper care he had. A problem for a different day, but he would keep an eye on it.

“Let's get you some water. Then I'll get some food for myself, is that okay with you, Gua?” 

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HC: Dr. Ratio || Eye Markings

Veritas's eye markings might seem like make-up at first sight. However, those markings are natural. It's something biological to the humans of his planet. Most don't have them and among those who do, they tend to come from more affluential families, like Veritas himself.

When younger, he didn't like those markings and tried to hide them, but with age, he has come to accept them. Plus, there's always his headpiece to help hiding his entire face.

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Idk what you were expecting, darling doctor.

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drratiozine spoiler :3

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Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences for muses that don't feel so great, and for muses trying to take care of another. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How long will this take to heal?"

"Your memory will return over the next several days, so we'll wait and watch."

"You better sit down before you keel over!"

"You're suffering from a head trauma. You appear to have mild retrograde amnesia."

"Am I going to die?"

"Do I need to worry about you?"

"You're self-medicating with homemade drugs?"

"Are you trying to fix me?"

"Have the headaches started yet?"

"I don't deserve to die like this!"

"I've never felt pain like this, ever!"

"Why are you walking? You were in a coma!"

"You can keep on telling yourself that you're fine, but you're not fine!"

"This may be something of an understatement, but you are not doing well."

"You better take that shirt off. You can't get bloodstains like that out if they set."

"Your head wound wasn't caused by an accident. It was the result of a gunshot."

"Don't you die on me! You hear me?"

"A panic attack is a miscued fight-or-flight mechanism. You think it's a heart attack, but the body is just sending oxygen to organise that need it for defence."

"Listen, you sit here and bleed, or you trust me."

"Was I in some kind of accident?"

"Up until the punching, this was a real nice party."

"I'm going to bleed out while we have this conversation. Can we do this somewhere else?"

"Hey, don't go to sleep. You probably have a concussion."

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Do you have any lingering pain from the accident?"

"Am I going to die? I mean, soon?"

"You broke my nose!"

"You can fool the doctors, but you can't fool me."

"They have absolutely fabulous drugs here! I feel great!"

"I'm sorry, does that hurt?"

"This won't hurt. It'll just feel a touch odd."

"Some people swear by hair of the dog, but I refer nature's sponge: the egg."

"I'm in too much pain to go to sleep."

"If you like breathing, you might want to fix this."

"I've never felt so helpless in my life."

"Is there someone we should call for you?"

"I know I don't know you well enough to say this, but you haven't seemed yourself lately."

"Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"

"There's bad, and there's bad."

"You're going to be okay. You're going to be alright, okay?"