lrdvyke

[lrdvyke]

sometimes i think about sir vilhelm and have to restrain myself from doing anything with him rp wise

#we like dudes dedicated to ladies here sir #tbd. #im busy setting up more verses for vyke tho #turns out! he's hard to fit bc his type of character is very common #he'd be like...taking over what another canon character already is #i got wot & lo/tr in the works wit/cher ish uh #random modern / sci/fi uhhhh #that's it so far #trying to branch out is Hard

[lrdvyke]

Matteo Martari as Francesco Pazzi S02E05 • Medici: The Magnificent

#— vyke. #stares at fourth gif #you know--

[lrdvyke]

i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.

Time Is A Mother, Ocean Vuong // The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky // The Cow, Ariana Reines // Ask Polly, Heather Havrilesky // October, Mary Oliver // Dead Stars, Ada Limón // Night Walk, Franz Wright// Xenotransplantation, Sam Sax // Angels In America, Tony Kushner // Birthday, Andrea Gibson (thank you @saint-garbage, i have zero idea whether they are poems or quotes for most of them, so i can't help out there, forgive me, i'm trying my best)

for @shestrying

#— aes.

[lrdvyke]

❛ Pretend? What part of this would be pretending? ❜ Vyke snaps. Once, he might have agreed that he should think better of his friend. But now, in this moment, he has not been proven wrong. He sees the coldness within D's eyes and Vyke meets it. It is not what he wishes. A part of him withers inside, caving into a small regret of his actions, curbing even into a rising panic that this is the beginning of an end ( an unknown, a question, it makes it worse ). He swallows and looks away, hand bouncing the spear at his side within its grip. It takes a heavy moment until Vyke speaks again. ❛ If this is your reaction, perhaps we both think less of each other. Had you given me grace enough; trust, even, your ears would be open. Yet, instead, I receive your ire. I have found something that has settled my mind some, and yet you spit upon it. Never once have I pretended with you. Nor will I ever. Do not insult me, Darian. ❜

A FAIR QUESTION, a challenging one, posed in a way that sounds of defiance still. d keeps steady his gaze upon vyke, even when his eyes chill with a cold anger, the sharp line of his tensed jaw no softer yet. he does not relent so quickly, despite the other's slow retreat. there is a sternness to vyke that is yet unknown to him, as if something had finally clicked into place. as if he had espied aught that would settle his fleeting spirit. if only 'tweren't heresy. the faith within him roars to protest. have i not entertained your questions before? have not we both searched the order's expanse for answers? yet once again vyke is a step ahead. d holds the retrieved helm limply in hand, forgotten over their argument. there is a sting to all this that will not abate. ❛  so you would sooner pretend? i might've hoped you thought better of me than that. perhaps i was wrong.  ❜

#saovaene #— ver. main #warms up writing fingers with a darianvyke couple's spat #ghkjfshgkjfdhghfkj

[lrdvyke]

hewwo

#im back 2 write #tho i think i need to clean up my following bc i missed archive week or something #and now half of my dash is jus abandoned blogs imfshjghg #where is everyone who knows 2 weeks is like 2 years #but i'll do replies to those that are still around

[lrdvyke]

i had a post a while ago about how the frenzy is like a parasite that's actively deteriorating your body, and sometimes i wonder about the quality of life vyke would have should he survive / escape the evergaol. the boluses only do so much for someone who already has the frenzy, so it might extend his life a little longer, but at some point parts of him are just not going to be ok anymore especially when it concerns his mind. he may be holding back the madness, but it's still sitting in his brain regardless.

so with that, how long would he have left to live? the rune of death is back in its place, so that won't be an issue. ten, twenty years, give or take? not to mention some of the complications he'll have, where his body is alive but he is Not There at all kinda deal.

basically, is frenzy survivable even when not cured? inquiring minds ( vyke ) need to know

#— ooc. #this is such a grim post imfuhgjksfdhgjk #escaped vyke has so much going on and its all internal and i have no way of exploring that completely sobs #can't even say base dn/d vyke would be able to fully be Ok either #quality of life and all that jazz #hrmmmmmmmmmmm

[lrdvyke]

@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

#— aes. #— rel. saovaene ( darian )

[lrdvyke]

wuthering heights (2011)

dir.  andrea arnold

#— aes. #— rel. maiden

[lrdvyke]

there is nothing i could have told you that would’ve made a difference. nothing at all. + darian

No, he wants to say. That's not true, he thinks but the words never lay upon his tongue to speak. His mouth never opens, his lips never shape the sounds. Instead, there is silence. A knowing kind that turns a head away, to look down at scarred hands, and fill with a sort of guilt, or shame, or grief, or anger that is necessary. It is no comfort: Vyke had been dead set on a path before he realized where he was going. He knew better than everyone around him, or so he had tried to say once, to quell a stirring mind.

❛ Maybe, ❜ he says instead and finds the truth of it. It was not just Darian, either. It was everyone at the time. ❛ I got to a certain point where requesting any type of aid would have rendered me incapable of doing the job itself. Of becoming Lord. ❜ There is a silence then, but it does not last long. An assortment of thoughts, to be placed within an order so that which he speaks comes out coherent. ❛ And it led into saying nothing to anyone, lest they try to stop me from what I thought I had to do. ❜ No one would understand for only he was the one to feel the power of two Great Runes in hand ... of a sort. Where is that now? Gone and burnt to ash.

His finger picks the skin of his palm, pulls up a scab and the pain renews. He stops before it bleeds. Replacing it, smoothing over the craggy piece, and clasps his hands. ❛ I had wanted to be like you, Darian. Did you know that? ❜ He asks, semi-rhetorically, looking over at the man. ❛ When I first met you, I had thought you were capable of all that I was not. I trailed after you, thinking to myself that to survive I must emulate you, in a way. ❜ A small, whispered laugh escapes, the irony is not lost upon him.

❛ So, I thought that once I have finished, and I have sit the throne, then you and everyone else can know how if they so wish. ❜ Lips press together, an eye shifts. ❛ I didn't want to give anyone the chance to leave me; anything you could have said would simply be a driving force, in its twisting way. It's odd, sometimes, how the more you try to avoid something, it ends up happening anyway. ❜

@saovaene !

#saovaene #— ver. game #ur reply today gave me many thoughts and this is the product of it #steeples hands and stares

[lrdvyke]

cannibalism as a metaphor this, cannibalism as a metaphor that, but what about disease as a metaphor obsession. infection as a metaphor for infatuation. i’ll get inside your body and under your skin and change every cell in your body. i will invade you from the inside out. make myself at home in there until we are nothing but a virus and it’s host

#— aes. #— rel. shabriri #terrible.

[lrdvyke]

PSA:

You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling. 

#— ooc. #psa.

[lrdvyke]

concept: vyke taking off his helmet often in the beginning, very casual with it, but towards the end he keeps it on more and more and more until he can't take it off

#very cliche but also ☝️ very sexci #— ooc.

[lrdvyke]

why should it hurt so much? + diallos

❛ Why shouldn't it? ❜ Vyke returns the question back to Diallos, a little more bite than there should have been within his voice as he does so. Tarnished are still coming in, still pushing through the mist and carving deep into the Lands Between. Why should they not? It is not as if you have burnt the thorns yet and claimed the throne. It is not as if there are others more fitting. More Runes to be had. More demigods to fell. More more more more more—Vyke grits his teeth, a breath comes out in a quiet hiss as he smothers an echoing voice and drowns it in his empty mind.

The cover of his helm is enough to calm.

❛ Give me a person here still in their right mind who found no ills within this land, ❜ he continues, reflective almost with nothing of the short anger he once held. ❛ Give me a person with no ills and only success following their steps, I will rethink everything I have come to know of that which lays beyond the sea of fog. It is only pain you will find. Broken minds and sorrow—if you have yet to find it yourself, it has already found you. Hounding you from the shadows. Behind every corner, ready to attach itself to your back and dig, and dig, and dig, until that once sturdy spine of yours breaks. Just like the rest of them. ❜

He blinks.

Returning to the present. Vyke stares at Diallos through the slit of his helm, clouded blue eyes with a pale red hint.

❛ Keep that question for later. You will not be able to ask it when your mouth is filled with the blood you say your oaths to. ❜

@saovaene !

#saovaene #— ver. main #SO IVE BEEN THINKIN #since the other ask u sent long long ago ghjksjg #and if i remember correctly you said diallos comes in late #so WHAT IF #it's right at the cusp of vyke's descent? so diallos is jus coming in and vyke's about to leave #somehow their paths cross and now its this #whatever this is #vague hand gestures at u #so diallos would be getting a bit of a ... .. .. . rougher vyke lol #if it doesnt work tho lemme know and i can try something else! <3

[lrdvyke]

' is the thought of becoming my lord a burden to you? ' h i :))) for our empyrean/elden lord verse sdfkjh

❛ It is a burden, ❜ Vyke states without hesitation. Any fool would have lied to the Golden Son, to think that this elevation of rank would not be a burden, but Vyke is no fool. Or, truly, he likes to think he is not one. ❛ It is a burden I have chosen to take on, regardless, ❜ he then adds, softening his tone as he looks over at the other. Radiant, as always, even within the small sliver of moonlight threading itself through the tall windows of the vast room. The sun is his domain, but the night makes him glow still. Vyke's eyes retreat, towards the shadows within the far corners of the other side.

Would he change it? Everything, even right here in this room? Had Vyke known, all those years ago when he was dropped into the streets of Leyndell by Lansseax to be a part of the reverent cult, that he would be sitting upon the bed of a child of Marika's, being asked to be a lord, would he change it? Vyke sits silently in his thoughts, thankful that Godwyn has yet to press him for further answer. ❛ It is not as if I am ungrateful to you and yours, ❜ he says, voice quieter now. ❛ You had every reason to kill me at the start, but you didn't. ❜ Even then, Godwyn holds no reason to continue this. Even now.

But instead, he seeks to deepen in.

❛ You are not even slated to be heir yet, Godwyn, ❜ Vyke whispers as he stares at the other. Beseeching, almost. ❛ How do you think your family will take this, that you have found your lord already? How do you think your family will take me being your lord? ❜ His siblings have yet to do so as well, of that he knows. Vyke feels the target upon his head, and it grows ever so much larger each and every night he slips into these very gilded bedchambers. ❛ You should be glad I am not taking this lightly. But I am accepting. I will simply be the one with his wits about him and you not so much. ❜

And yet, there is a twitch of a smile upon his lips with the jest.

@godwyne !

#godwyne #— ver. champion #oh this is a good prompt u sent fhsjdkg #when the person u were sent to annoy tells u ur his lord now wwyd

[lrdvyke]

how does one know they're doing well with a character if said character never speaks / does much aside from fight

#gonna be a lil vulnerable for a second here hgjksdhkgshk #tbd. #like ngl sometimes i look at his characterization here and go 'are u more self indulgent than appropriate' #but is that wholly wrong / bad in the first place? probably not #anyway idk where this is going but ive been thinking and squinting at some of my writing #u know how it is #with work being slow today-- hgkjsdhg

[lrdvyke]

#— aes. #— rel. maiden

[lrdvyke]

ooo mr festering finger lord contender ooo ...

#— vyke. #touches his face and sobs #this picrew is a good one LIKE--