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Review (Warlock Karkat)

Hi!! There aren’t any prompts in the queue, right? Do you mind reviewing this for me? Thank you so much~

FANTASY AU - FUGITIVE WARLOCK KARKAT

((Hello, Cherubplay! This is a prompt in which Karkat is the High Warlock of Alternia, handling all of the kingdom’s magical affairs. After an attack, Karkat is framed for treason and sentenced to be executed. Using his magic, he escapes and becomes a wanted fugitive of Alternia.

You can play any character you want! The only ones I won’t accept are genderbends and OCs. I do have a preference for male characters and will only do shipping with them, but please feel free to play as a girl! I do not require you to match this length. I am not evil. All I ask is that you give me at least 3+ paragraphs with something to work with. As this will be a PLOT-centered RP, I would ask that there be no pwp. I don’t mind smut as long as you are of legal age and that the RP does NOT revolve around smut.

I would love it if you would discuss worldbuilding and the plot with me before we get started on the roleplay. Thanks for reading, and I hope that we could have a wonderful roleplay together!))

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Alternia was a nation that thrived on war. Their exports were weapons of the highest calibre and finest craftsmanship, their warriors and mages were the fiercest and most skilled among the other kingdoms, their beasts were bred for war; horses that ran faster and longer than any other, direwolves that were trained to rip their enemies to shreds, messenger birds that carried letters faster than any other. The vast riches that Alternian citizens enjoyed were the spoils from past victories, and there was a continually growing influx from current conquests.

At every given moment, Alternia declared war on the closest country. Almost every time, Alternia won and brought home glory and fame. Unfortunately, Alternia also brought home enemies. As every succeeding emperor grew in ambition and pride, so did the list of opposing kingdoms. It wasn’t a surprise when a siege was laid on Alternia’s capital.

It was in the middle of the night. An entire squadron of mages brought the magical barrier protecting the capital down, insurgents stormed through the gates, launching spells and volleying arrows. Flames erupted within the castle walls, servants lay dead on the cold floor, staring up with lifeless eyes, blood flowed from corpses like a river, bathing everything in a blinding, crimson red.

Once dawn broke, and the sun slowly peeked over the horizon, the carnage was brought forth into the light. There were piles of corpses and broken weapons lying about. Warlocks and soldiers, knights and oeasants all lay tangled as the sun shone on the morbid scene. As the Alternian ruler became furious and demanded an explanation, nonone came forward. Not one of his subjects dared to speak. The aggressor of the attack was unknown. There were dozens of kingdoms that held a grudge and could have launched the siege. No one knew where their enemies came from, or whom they were serving.

Without an enemy to blame, Alternia soon began to point fingers at each other. Alternian nobles feared for their lives, blaming everyone they could see in order to save their own skin. The peasants began an uproar, demanding to be protected by their monarchy. Knights pointed their swords at each other, questioning each other’s loyalty. Unable to placate the masses, the ruler decided on a simple solution. They would use a scapegoat, and divert the public’s attention elsewhere. If a man were to suddenly be accused of being a spy and bringing down the capital’s protective barriers, the people would be satisfied.

That was the solution the Alternian government found, and Karkat was the poor unfortunate soul they decided to use in order to regain control. To say that he was angry was an understatement. Karkat was absolutely livid. He was teeming with rage and betrayal. After all the years of hardwork and backbreaking labour, all the sacrifices he had made for the glory of the Empire, and he was rewarded with THIS!

Karkat had both of his hands bound in front of him, and he was standing on a platform, facing a crowd of people that screamed his name. A noose was tied around his neck, hung on a beam above, and a magic suppressor was clamped tightly around his neck. Karkat was about to be hung for a crime he did not commit. All to soothe the masses doubting the glory and power of Alternia.

From beside him, his executioner raised his voice, reading a scroll listing his charges. “Karkat Vantas, High Warlock of Alternia, you are charged with treason on the imperial court, and conspiracy against the ruler of Alternia. After the testimonies of your fellow warlock, and knights whom you have fought with for the glory of our wonderful empire, we have found evidence of you working with hostile forces in order to create chaos within the Alternian capital. You are hereby sentenced to be hanged for your crimes.” The crowd cheered. “Do you have any last words, Karkat Vantas?”

Without missing a beat, Karkat answered. “I am not guilty.”

In that instant, the crowd erupted into furious screaming. “You lie!” “Kill the traitor!” The crowd soon became unintelligible as they all cried for Karkat’s blood. A voice stoid out from the crowd. “You were the high warlock! You must have lowered the barrier so we could be attacked!” The crowd grew angrier.

Karkat knew that no matter what he said, he would not be absolved of his crimes. Someone had to take the fall, and even if he was being framed, all of Alternia saw him as a traitor. The only way for him to live was to escape. For him to run and become a fugitive. If he managed to get away, he could even find the real culprit and clear his name.

“Karkat Vantas, you are hereby sentenced to death!” As the executioner raised his voice and reached for the lever that would open up the platform, and bring Karkat to his doom, Karkat let out every single ounce of magic he had. The suppressor sparked in protest, but Karkat didn’t stop. Sparks of his magic flickered in and out of existence. It was a feeble attempt compared to the full extent of his magic, but Karkat would work with whatever he had.

Despite the strain the suppressor put on him, Karkat managed to cast a spell. A cloud of smoke exploded in the crowd, quickly spreading throughout the castle. Karkat managed to remove the noose from around his neck (though he couldn’t do anything about the suppressant) and flee. Shoving people out of the way, he burst out of the gates, indignant cries following him.

He was a fugitive now, and no man or woman in Alternia would help him. Without magic, Karkat was defenseless. In order to hide from his pursuers, Karkat headed for the forest. He pulled his black cloak tighter around himself as he slipped further inside the woods, running through brambles and getting scratches on his skin and clothes in his desperate bid to escape his death.

I apologise for the wait: it would be a lie to say I haven't been neglecting this blog, and this will certainly be rusty. Anyhoo, here goes.

So overall, I like the prompt/setting. It brings up the nasty bits of war and monarchy, without being overindulgent on the fact that Karkat is the victim. That being said, there isn't much 'pull' to it. I don't feel like I could just bowl in with fifty different ideas, as the ending of the prompt is too open: a 'passive ending', if you will. Karkat is just running away into the woods, painfully aware of his situation. How would someone else fit in here, since he'd likely just bolt off?

Instead, have Karkat run towards something; timeskip to later in the day, where he's looking for some place to settle down for the night, perhaps a seemingly abandoned camp. Only, it turns out the camp isn't abandoned. Maybe he ends up having to steal from someone to get food or clothing or armor, but don't leave it up to the other person to wiggle themself in.

Another way to pull people in, is to add details. Some of the exposition of Alternia can be sacrificed to draw attention to Karkat and his dilemma. What does he look like, what is the hard work and sacrifice he made? What stood out about him that the government chose him as a scapegoat? From what it says about his service, he'd almost be too valuable to kill. Maybe he was lacking in another area, or was easily distracted by the needs of his friends?

Which brings me to another question: what happened to the skirmishers that attacked the capital? It seems like they were never caught, but generally if the capital falls, they would continue to take other parishes while the kingdom was weak and confused. It could have been a mere scare tactic, but I'd include more info on that: otherwise it seems like a plot hole.

As for grammar, there are a few nitpicks, mostly spelling errors, or simply this not sounding right.

At every given moment, Alternia declared war on the closest country: At every opportunity? Otherwise, it sounds like Alternia is literally declaring war every moment.

noone: no one

If a man were to suddenly be accused of being a spy...: If a man were to be suddenly accused of being a spy...

stoid: stood

Not to mention the ending falls a little flat in terms of syntax: I see a lot of 'He this', 'He that' and 'Karkat this', 'Karkat that'. Write some more about the crowd, or the terror flooding through him. Don't be afraid to put those subjects in unusual positions.

-Mod Angsty

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cherubplayprompthelp · 8 years ago

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Are you still active???

Yes, though between real life and lack of a personal computer anymore, I’ve been struggling to reply or work on things. I’ll try to pop in more often but at this point I’m looking for someone to help out.

-Mod Angsty

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cherubplayprompthelp · 8 years ago

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So whenever you answer a multiple character prompt in the directory, is there anyway to change your name after you put it in or are you stuck?

I think you’re stuck with it, though the update apparently added a feature that allows you to opt out of group chats. Maybe you could leave then rejoin with a different name?

-Mod Angsty

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cherubplayprompthelp · 8 years ago

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How long do you have to wait if the site says you've answered too many prompts

Not too sure; I’d say give it twenty minutes and see how that works for you.

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cherubplayprompthelp · 9 years ago

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I don’t even know how long this has been in the inbox, so I’m hoping whoever sent it in will still appreciate a review, and my apologies for the wait on this. If not, it’s good to kick off my return with a review anyways, and this is the last prompt in the inbox.

Hello! I have two prompts I need reviewing. :3

FANTASY ELF KARKAT AU NSFW for swearing because Karkat. Maybe also for war between elves and humans.

((A fantasystuck elf!Karkat prompt. Karkat is an elven prince in this one, and there is currently a war between the elves and humans going on. This can be set in any universe you want and you can take on any role. Be it a human, elf, or other species. I have a preference for male characters and will only do shipping with them, but for pure plot, females are totally rad as well.

I would like this to be plot-oriented, so if you want mindless pwp, go look somewhere else.. The idea is: Karkat would get involved with humans, eventually getting to know them as more than what his people have described. How that happens can be discussed. I am chill with smut, but please, be 18+ and make sure the rp doesn’t revolve around smut. That’s about it! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks for reading))

Karkat breathed the fresh air deeply. It had been a while since he had a breath of fresh air, having been cooped up back at the elven fortress. It was good that he managed to sneak out, he hated having the presence of the guards with him at all times. It couldn’t be helped though; Karkat was the prince of an elven kingdom and the King, Signus, always assigned a crap ton of guards to protect him. Why did he have such a protective father?

Today was rather busy. It was his brother’s birthday, which is why he managed to be able to sneak away. He had his bow and quiver with him, as well as a pair of sickles, just in case he had a need to protect himself, but he doubted that he’d need to. Maybe he could just hunt a deer or something. The idea was indeed tempting, and Karkat got up from the thick branch he was laying on.

With a swift roll, he dropped silently on the ground. His clothes made a barely audible flapping noise, but he didn’t mind it. He also didn’t mind it when they got scratched up as he traversed the forest, getting snagged on branches and sharp rocks. Unlike the others, he couldn’t give a single fuck about his clothing. He could roll in the mud with them on and he wouldn’t care.

As he walked, he spotted something that made his heart drop. Humans. The elves and the humans had been at war for a while, and Karkat had only heard stories about their terrible exploits. Suddenly, he wished that his guards were with him now. Karkat himself was a decent hunter, but he knew he was no match for an entire party of humans. They were heading in his direction, and they were carrying weapons. He was fucked.

Karkat was lucky, he could blend in with the environment. He was wearing earth-coloured clothes. His tunic was a light green with brown embroidery in spirals. The colour of his pants were inverted, but held the same theme. He also wore a cloak over his clothes. His cloak was dark green with gold woven into the cloth. He was also fairly short for an elf, only standing at 5”4. His eyes were an unearthly hazel that showed no emotion, he learned to hide them years ago. His hair was dark brown, and, with the right lighting, almost black. His pointed ears were hidden underneath his cloak and they wiggled in fear.

Slowly, silently, stealthily, he crept away from the humans. As luck would have it, one of them snapped their head towards him and pointed. “ELF!” That was his cue to run.

He grabbed his bow and bolted through the trees. His quiver was strapped firmly onto his back, restricting the amount of flapping his coth did. He had no intention of fighting the humans, but, apparently, they didn’t have the same line of thought. They fired arrows at him as he ran. They didn’t have the same level of expertise as the elves, far from it, but their arrows were lit on fire. They missed Karkat of course, the elf being faster and more agile than they were, but they set the leaves and trees on fire.

If Karkat survives this encounter, he would definitely be punished.

Okay! First of all, I must say that I like the premise of this prompt. High fantasy is my jam. There aren’t really a lot of grammatical mistakes to correct here, so I’m just going to go through this prompt chronologically with some suggestions I have to possibly make it flow better. Feel free to ignore everything I say, because it’s your prompt, and I’m just some guy on the internet with a bit of a knack for writing.

There is an extra period after “else” in your OOC. If you meant it to be an ellipsis, add a period. If not, remove one. I think that’s the only punctuation mistake though. Now, onto the prompt itself!

“Karkat breathed the fresh air deeply. It had been a while since he had a breath of fresh air, having been cooped up back at the elven fortress.”

First thing here, I am not overly fond of the repetition of phrases so close to one another like “breathed the fresh air” and “breath of fresh air.” I would rephrase the first sentence to be a bit more vague, leaving the second to clarify that the air is indeed fresh. Example:

“As soon as he stepped outside, Karkat inhaled deeply. It had been a while since he had had a breath of fresh air…”

Secondly, how long has he been cooped up in the fortress? Providing a frame of reference helps to establish both exactly how protective his father is (e.g. keeping him inside for a month versus keeping him inside for several years at a time), and how relieved Karkat is to be outside. Given how well he seems to get along outside, I’d say a few months would be a maximum for how long it’s been since he’s been outside. You don’t even have to specify that much:

“…having been cooped up in the elven fortress for several [days/weeks/months] now.”

“the King, Signus, always assigned a crap ton of guards to protect him. Why did he have such a protective father?”

Your writing may be in the third person, but you’re still trying to get some Essence of Karkat™ in the narration here, so think for a second. Would he say “a crap ton,” or something more along the lines of “a whole metric fuckton?” That’s definitely not even the best example, but my point is get creative with your cursing.

Next, I would remove that last sentence, and replace it with something to introduce the idea of a human/elf war before the humans just show up, because it’s very logical that a wartime king would assign many guards to the princes to ensure their safety, and while Karkat may not like it, he’s intelligent enough to understand why his father would be concerned. Perhaps something like:

“the King, Signus, always assigned an assload of guards to protect him when he went out, thanks to the constant threat of attacks by the humans.”

“The idea was indeed tempting, and Karkat got up from the thick branch he was laying on.”

There’s no relationship made between the tempting idea and Karkat getting up. It’s almost like he gets up as an afterthought, and I get the feeling that you meant for him to be getting up because the idea was tempting. Try something like this:

“The idea was indeed tempting, tempting enough to make Karkat get up from the thick branch he had been comfortably lounging on.”

“With a swift roll, he dropped silently on the ground. His clothes made a barely audible flapping noise, but he didn’t mind it.”

The main issue I have with these sentences is the amount of conflicting information. Did he drop to the ground, or roll? However he made it to the ground, did he do it silently, or did his clothes make a sound (however quiet it may have been)? Pick and choose your descriptions here, because it’s a little hard to follow what’s going on.

“Unlike the others...”

Who are the others? Obviously, you mean the elves, but there really hasn’t been a reference to anyone else recently enough to just say “others” and have it make total sense. Try “Unlike other elves...” etc.

“As he walked, he spotted something that made his heart drop. Humans. The elves and the humans had been at war for a while, and Karkat had only heard stories about their terrible exploits.”

There are a couple things I have to say about this section, so I’ll go through them one at a time. First, you never established that Karkat had done anything but drop to the ground. For all we know, he’s still sitting on his ass somewhere under a tree, but the way the first sentence starts makes it sound like he’s been walking for some indeterminately long amount of time already. Make it clear prior to this that he has gotten up and started to stroll around the forest.

Second, if you decide to take my earlier advice and reference the elf/human war earlier in the prompt, there’s no need for the first part of the second sentence.

Third, the last part of that second sentence reads a bit awkward to me. I would rephrase it to make it clearer that he’s never come into contact with humans before, like:

“Karkat had never met a human before, but the stories he had heard of their terrible exploits were enough for him to know that he never wanted to meet one.”

“Karkat was lucky, he could blend in with the environment. He was wearing earth-coloured clothes. His tunic was a light green with brown embroidery in spirals. The colour of his pants were inverted, but held the same theme. He also wore a cloak over his clothes. His cloak was dark green with gold woven into the cloth. He was also fairly short for an elf, only standing at 5”4. His eyes were an unearthly hazel that showed no emotion, he learned to hide them years ago. His hair was dark brown, and, with the right lighting, almost black. His pointed ears were hidden underneath his cloak and they wiggled in fear.”

I pasted that entire section here because I have one big point to make about this paragraph.

...Have you ever read My Immortal? Yes, the fanfiction. If so, you might know where I’m going here. If not (read it because it is quite a laugh), all you need to know is that one of the biggest things mocked about that fic is the amount of detail that the author goes into about every single outfit the characters wear, despite the fact that it really doesn’t matter, and I’m getting the same sort of vibe here. Yeah, cool, now we know exactly what he’s wearing and what he looks like, but it feels very out of place in this tense moment where he’s trying to creep away from the humans unnoticed. Seriously, unless you have some big plans later one for that ‘dark green with gold woven into the cloth’ cloak, it doesn’t matter right now, nor does it matter exactly how tall he is, or that his hair is almost black in the right lighting.

All you really need to say about his appearance is that his clothing has earthy tones, which is what allows him to blend in. That’s what’s important about this. I will say (after sort of bashing you there sorry), I do like the last sentence, because it establishes that his ears are pointed and that they move of their own accord to indicate emotion, at least in some circumstances. That’s the sort of thing you should do to show his appearance. Casually drop little things in like that, rather than listing everything all at once.

“As luck would have it, one of them snapped their head towards him and pointed.”

The phrase “as luck would have it” tends to imply that something good has happened, and that’s clearly not what’s going on here. I would say something more like:

“He had nearly gotten out of their sight, when one of the humans snapped their head towards him and pointed, shouting, ‘ELF!’”

“...restricting the amount of flapping his coth did.”

What is “coth” supposed to be? The only two things I could think of were cloak or clothing. In any case, “coth” is not a word, so replace it with one. This is the only spelling error I caught.

“They didn’t have the same level of expertise as the elves, far from it, but their arrows were lit on fire.”

This is more of a style thing to make this sentence read a bit better, but I would edit it to this:

“They didn’t have the same level of expertise as the elves - far from it - but their arrows were on fire.”

“They missed Karkat of course, the elf being faster and more agile than they were, but they set the leaves and trees on fire.”

“The elf.” There is no reason for that epithet there. None. A lot of people don’t like to use names repeatedly, and I understand that, so they turn to epithets like this. It’s a little bit more understandable when you’re writing about characters with the same pronouns, but you’ve got a singular male and a genderless mob of humans here. It’s pretty easy to distinguish them. It just sounds weird to refer to Karkat like this. Try:

“They missed Karkat of course, with him being faster and more agile than they were...”

Second thing here, the last part of this sentence is awkward and serves no purpose. You’ve established that the arrows are on fire, so yep, it stands to reason that the leaves and trees would now also be on fire. But how does that affect Karkat? He’s faster and more agile than the humans, so why can’t he just dart away from them and their apparently shitty aim? I would edit this entire sentence to be:

“They missed Karkat of course, with him being faster and more agile than they were, but the stray arrows sent the nearby trees up in flames, cutting off Karkat’s escape routes.”

That more firmly establishes that he has to stay and fight the humans, which is what it seems like you’re going for here, because it would open up a spot for a partner to jump in as one of the humans in the party.

And that’s all I have to say about your prompt! I enjoyed reading it, and I do apologize if my review comes across as harsh in places. I hope you find it helpful though, and good luck!

-Mod Clear

#prompt review #submission #cherubplay

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cherubplayprompthelp · 9 years ago

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It's baaaack! How have you been, Mod Clear? I hope things have been going well for you!

I’ve been well, thank you! I got a new puppy recently, so I’ve been super busy with her, plus a vacation, so I just haven’t been around for a while. It’s good to be back!

-Mod Clear

#cherubplay #sort of? idk y'all can just ignore this #i really appreciate the nice welcome back message though tysm :)

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cherubplayprompthelp · 9 years ago

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Okay so I'm hoping this blog is still active. How in the WORLD do you work the new prompt system? (I'm on mobile). It used to be where I had to sit with the tab open and wait, but now it sort of has drafts. After I write and save the prompt what's next?

This was sent after the short-lived directory died, so I’m going to assume you mean the “Your Prompts” section of the site.

Unfortunately, you do still have to sit with a tab open and wait for someone to connect to your prompt. The purpose of the prompts section is so you don’t have to copy and paste a prompt from some other document each and every time you want to post one.

You go in, click write a new prompt at the top of the “Your Prompts section, then write one and give it a title and all. Select from the top dropdown menu the color that you want, or put in a hex code if you want a non-canon color. At the dropdown menus at the bottom, choose the appropriate section to post it to (Homestuck, Crossover, or Not A Prompt), and the rating for the section it will go in (Safe For Work, Not Safe For Work, or Not Safe For Work Extreme). If you’re unsure of where to put your prompt, consult the official Cherubplay blog for the rules of each section. After that, hit the save button.

Hitting the save button will take you back to the “Your Prompts” section, where your brand-spankin’ new prompt should show up at the top of however many prompts you have. That’s about all you can do from that section.

When you want to post a prompt, go to the home page, and click the little “Post a prompt” button below the section where you can select what prompt sections to view. You should get this:

To use one of “Your Prompts,” select the “Use a saved prompt” option, click the dropdown menu, and click on the title of the prompt you want to post. Then hit “Post,” keep the tab open, and wait for a connection.

You can also select “Write a new prompt” to write a new one right there from the posting page, but I find it easier to just use saved prompts.

I hope that actually answered your question, and if it didn’t, feel free to clarify what you meant!

-Mod Clear

#cherubplay #hey hey look who's back in town #thats right #its this blog because i at least have found myself with an abundance of free time lately

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cherubplayprompthelp · 9 years ago

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is there any way that you guys can talk to the real mods of Cherubplay unless you guys are the ones to go to, long story short I need help. I got locked out of my account and my passwords and same user name are just making a new account, I asked an rper I knew if it said my old account had been taken down or something but they say there is nothing out of the ordinary, can you please help me get into my old account?

I'm sorry, but we're currently unaffiliated with the official mods of @cherubplay. :( My best bet is to try and contact the Cherubplay tumblr page below;

Cherubplay.tumblr.com

I wish you the very best luck

~Mod Angsty

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cherubplayprompthelp · 9 years ago

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I want to go into a prompt to read what the users of the prompt are doing, but I'm too scared and nervous to do so. I found an interesting one, and I would like to see the progress on it, but i'm scared if I click "answer" I'll freeze up or I could make people uncomfortable due to the one guy just watching them do stuff..

Hmm....I see what you're getting at here. I find it pretty intimidating if I connect to someone whose caliber of writing is superior to mine, ESPECIALLY if they wrote a lot. What helps me is if I remind myself that hey; the other person is a human, just like me, and they probably make mistakes writing JUST like how I do.

Another thing that may help is to tell your rp partner that you get nervous easily, and while that in itself is pretty daunting, most people will roll with it and try and go easy on you. Though once you get into the groove of a rp, things usually settle down. I have a few rps from like...two years ago and things are pretty chill between the two of us, so yeah.

I'm sorry if that doesn't help much; I'm fairly extroverted, so I don't usually get nervous about prompts, but that's usually what I do when I'm set up with someone who I feel is a better writer than I am.

~Mod Angsty

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cherubplayprompthelp · 9 years ago

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Swordkat Prompt

I terribly apologize for submitting a prompt when you already have so much on your plate, but a couple of my friends have used this site before to help them with their prompts. They have said a lot of good things about this site, so I tried it out.

Primarily, I need some help with the OOC and the tags. I am a bit uncertain whether or not to put it under the SFW tag, or the NSFW tag. The OOC, in my opinion, is a bit too long and clustered. I would like to shorten it a bit without cutting it off. I would appreciate it greatly if you could help me with that.

So here’s the prompt! =^w^=~

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CANON CHARACTERS ONLY WORLDBUILDING FANTASY AU -Mentions of war -Curses -Mention of Madness -Non-Important Character Death VARIETY POST

Hello! So I have a new AU in mind, and I’m really excited to give it a whirl. The plot is a bit complex, so stick with me, or you may get lost.

Okay, Karkat is just an ordinary man living an ordinary life, but then he angered a sorcerer and got cursed into turning into a sword because of it. Over time, the weapon became known as Carcin, the Blood Blade.

The sword has magical properties, an effect of the curse on Karkat, and has the power to easily level towns and demolish cities. Because of this, the sword is coveted and vied after by many men and women. However, the power that comes with the sword carries a heavy price. All who wield it end up descending into insanity, obsessing over the sword and never letting it out of their sight. They grow so protective of it that they kill to keep it with them. In turn, everyone who doesn’t have it and has come in direct contact with it’s power somehow, want it so bad that they will do the exact same thing just to get it. Think of Gollum and the One Ring.

Now, this is where y/c comes in. Karkat will be in his sword state where his previous owner left him, a ruined castle. It was the remnants of a battle for control over the sword, and Karkat brought the entire thing crumbling down, leaving bodies, bones, and debris. Your character finds him stuck between a pile of stone like the sword of King Arthur, and pulls him out, Karkat reveals himself, and we go from there.

My requirements would be that you play as a CANON character, and that you match length on your first response. As we go on, I require a MINIMUM response of 3+ good paragraphs, no exceptions. I have a strong preference for male characters and I will only do shipping with them, but I am also accepting females for pure plot. I am looking for PLOT in this RP, so if you want pwp, please look somewhere else. If you want smut, I ask that you make sure the RP doesn’t revolve around smut, and that you are 18+ playing a male character.

That’s it, I hope that we can have an awesome RP together. Thanks for reading!

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War. War was something that Karkat knew all too well. After all, he was the one that usually brought it on upon the land of Alternia. Being an instrument of destruction didn’t usually do good. With him, men and women waged war, killed thousands upon thousands of innocent people, and it was all Karkat’s fault. If he wasn’t what he was, there wouldn’t be chaos all over the world. If he wasn’t what he was, the blood of the innocent wouldn’t be running through his fingertips. If he hadn’t gotten himself cursed, none of this would have happened.

Being young, Karkat was reckless, impulsive, and just an idiot. The biggest fucking idiot to ever be born in the history of the world. After all, no one but Karkat would go ahead and insult the most powerful sorcerer in his time and get himself cursed. No one but Karkat got him into this mess, and no one but Karkat was to blame. One sharp tongue ruined his entire life and made him into this. A weapon of mass destruction. A sword that has brought deaths to millions, hundreds to their knees, and conquered kingdoms and countries. Literally. Karkat had been cursed into turning into a sword.

It shouldn’t be a surprise, really. When you insult powerful people with the capability to curse your ass into oblivion, a curse was the least you could have expected. Karkat was lucky he wasn’t killed. Of course, there were fates worse than death, and this was one of them. Being used to raze cities and kill innocent people took its toll on Karkat. But what can he do? He was just a sword.

Approximately 60 years ago, back when Alternia didn’t have all the warring kingdoms and bloodshed, Karkat was just another ordinary man. He was an average man who did average things and went about his average life. No magic was involved, whatsoever. Messy jet black hair, olive skin, expressive grey eyes, and a pretty average height. That was it.

Now, he was a sleek blade, double-edged and deadly sharp. The sword, through all the years it’s been in the hands of bloodthirsty lords and ladies, was given a thousand names. The one that stuck most over the years was ‘Carcin’. The Blood Blade. It was a very deserving name. After all, blood constantly graced the blade of the sword. Carcin was a very attractive sword. The sharp, double-edged blade was made from sharpened obsidian, coated with the same magical power plaguing Karkat. The hilt was just as appealing to the eye as the blade. Pure silver and encrusted with rubies, it was truly a fascinating sight. Too bad the effects weren’t as pretty.

The last time he had been in the possession of someone, he had brought an entire castle down to nothing but rubble. He was still there, of course, buried beneath the rock and debris, right in the throne room where his previous owner so desperately tried to keep him away from coveting hands belonging to now withered bones. Bones that were once part of living, breathing, human beings; people that were again added to Karkat’s death toll.

Carcin, the Blood Blade, was propped up against the marble throne, chipped away and weathered down to the point that it just looked like a mound of rock. The rubble was once a magnificent castle. Now, the regal building was nothing but ruin. The only thing that was spared by the desolation was the sword, Karkat.

Nestled between the rocks and jutting up proudly was the sword, glistening amongst the destruction it had caused. It was there, in the ruins of a forgotten kingdom, where it was picked up by its new owner. A new wielder which would inevitably fall to its curse as their predecessors have.

The moment their hand touched Karkat’s hilt, the magic worked its way into the sword’s system, revitalizing him, and one moment, he was a sword, standing alone amidst the chaos, and the next, he was back in his human form.

He shifted from being a weapon to being human again just a few feet from his new wielder. Karkat stood at full height (which wasn’t that impressive) staring back at his new owner with war-weary eyes as red as the gems on the Blood Blade’s hilt. He didn’t say a word, apparently content with staring down the person in front of him.

Hmm…so as for SFW or NSFW, I think this prompt should go into NSFW, even if there’s not a current battle going in the prompt. Given the nature of the rp, I think it would just be better to play it safe and assume there’s going to be a lot of violence going on in there, namely because it’s a sword that has an influence similar to the One Ring, and I know all too well how stuff with the One Ring goes(fingers being bitten off, cough-cough).

As for tags, here are my suggested tags; Blood, gore, violence, transformation, mental issues, death, mentions of war, mentions of death, (I’m admittedly very sparing with my tags, though you really covers most of my suggested tags already. I would also toss in nudity if Karkat is naked once he transforms back into a human.)

Also, I get what you’re saying about your OOC, I feel like the parts where you outline what’s happening between him and your character, and the events that led Karkat to where he is now isn’t terribly necessary to put in the OOC.I see what you are going for, but you could probably just emphasize those points n the prompt itself instead of explaining it in the OOC. Other than that, I think you did pretty good explaining the AU, and should keep the whole ‘Karkat screwed around with a grumpy sorcerer and got turned into a sword’, because that’s the MAIN point of the rp, if you get what I’m saying.

Happy writing! :]

~Mod Angsty

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