lrdvyke

[lrdvyke]

stop treating killing dragons as this act of bravery and valor. maybe ou should be kissieng and loving the dragons instead. and be more niceys

[lrdvyke]

in the want to solidify a couple points due to the video for Vyke over here on this blog ( which makes me feel better knowing that a lot of what i thought wasn't pulled from nothing lol ) here are some interesting tidbits:

the Frenzy Flame is arguably the most powerful within the Lands Between and beyond if just simply for the fact of its ability to grow and practically emerge out of from what some may see as seemingly nothing. all one needs is a volatile world, and the outer god of chaos is there ( their is evidence of it being birthed at the same time as the Greater Will, because what is order without chaos, etc ). it needs only one person with the Frenzy for it to spread, and when it does, it spreads quickly and, most importantly, it sticks. the Three Fingers are important to a point, but they are not the main reason why it spreads, as there are more people / creatures infected with the flame who haven't been touched by the Three Fingers, then there are people who have been touched. like the Two Fingers, they are more or less a figurehead, a guiding light so to speak for those infected.

along the same idea of it being the most powerful on the very fact that the Flame does not just kill someone, it burns away their very spirit as well, which then does not allow them to come back. a big no-no for just about every culture / society / group in the Lands Between and Shadowlands both, for the most part.

so with it sticking, there is the need to endure it at the same time. the eyes / grapes noted as ripening, it goes along with the vessel aka your mind, that is also ripening. the longer one is able to hold onto the Flame before succumbing, the stronger they will become with it. in that same vein, with it sticking, even in death it will remain. like the ten corpses with the golden stakes inside their neck in front of Midra's Manse could be one way of keeping the flame under control while killing the vessel. an idea that Marika perhaps already knew about, hence the merchants locked deep below the capital instead of being killed. or Vyke, being locked up instead of killed; all in the need to control the chaos, to retain order where chaos would ultimately burn it away completely, as is seen in the Frenzy ending.

there were many potential lord's of the Frenzy Flame before Midra, and it's probably safe to say there are more even after the Tarnished should they go that route. and while Shabriri most likely took over Nanaya's body and Vyke's maiden's body to bring both Midra and Vyke over and become lords of their own ( either that or the women were incredibly influenced by him ).

[lrdvyke]

There's something wrong with my sheep

[lrdvyke]

Vyke

[lrdvyke]

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[lrdvyke]

if you ship with vyke you'll be inducted into the MBE (mass breakup event) and change the trajectory of your life forever. 4 out of 5 stars on yelp tho

[lrdvyke]

❛ i'm feeling rather lost. haunted by memories. ❜ from DAEMOS

❛ Hmm, ❜ Vyke hums contentedly, as he pours the steaming water into a chipped porcelain cup. The infuser bobs to the top, turning the water the color of soft amber flickering against the dim firelight. It is his only answer for a moment, but that seems to be of no issue. The statement alone is one that he presumes is best left to its silent reflection, where only the stars are the better listeners of the bunch. ( Something of which Vyke knows far too well, grown around them as he has, the hue of his hair and the clear of his eyes the sign. )

Taking the infuser out, he then brings the cup over to where Daemos is and offers it with a brief smile.

❛ Didn't know if you wished your tea to hit a little harder, ❜ Vyke then says, cradling his own cup and feeling the burn against the palm of his hands; to abate the chill that creeps along in the night, especially within the gloom around them. Hard to say where it starts and where it stops, be it in their minds or not. ❛ But it might not help against those memories of yours. Like a thick hangover, always ready for you when you sober up. ❜ He takes a sip, the burn stings his tongue and slides down his throat, clearing a head all the while.

❛ The stars help all the better, you know. Even if people want to brush it off as an old wives' tale. Dragons navigate by them for a reason, right? ❜ A laugh, soft and under his breath.

@woundire !

[lrdvyke]

SHADOW OF THE ERDTREE STARTERS

rp prompts taken from the dlc shadow of the erdtree to the video game elden ring by fromsoftware. some have been edited.

❛ while my devotion remains unchanged, by my troth, i am unsure about the others. ❜

❛ i can wield my sword to cull the undeserving. ❜

❛ i'm feeling rather lost. haunted by memories. ❜

❛ my fighting days are far behind me. ❜

❛ vengeance changes a man. ❜

❛ for your sins you will have your recompense. ❜

❛ is there no hope for redemption? ❜

❛ mark my words, you too shall know fear. ❜

❛ how glorious it would have been, had we met in battle as sworn enemies. ❜

❛ i will never forgive you. ❜

❛ my purpose stands unchanged. ❜

❛ a brazen fellow you must surely be, to loose your tongue to a stranger such as i. ❜

❛ you shall haunt me no longer. ❜

❛ i have spoken far too freely. ❜

❛ they must've recognised something. the scent of the killer that slept within me. the stench of crusted blood. ❜

❛ i am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant i wish to run very far away indeed. ❜

❛ we're not gods, you and i. ❜

❛ all this time, i held in my heart only you! ❜

❛ this evening is a sign, of a greater night to come. ❜

❛ you are a wretched soul, a nightmare come to plague me. ❜

❛ embrace your oblivion, as shall i. ❜

❛ there is life in me yet! ❜

❛ revenge alone assures me peace of mind. ❜

❛ don’t get the wrong idea. we are neither friends nor confidantes. ❜

❛ i'll thank you not to lie to me. ❜

❛ i am the chosen, not you. ❜

❛ perhaps you have yet to feel true want. i am patient. there will come a day when hunger knocks. ❜

❛ the night is ever dark. i need the stars ... give me light. ❜

❛ i'm weak as a kitten and thick as two planks. ❜

❛ do you think me in need of alms? i desire not to be in your debt. ❜

❛ think not to hinder me upon my path. lest you too wish to face the reckoning. ❜

❛ no matter our efforts, if the roots are rotten … then we have little recourse. ❜

❛ i ask, why would you think to purloin from me? ❜

❛ how could you inflict such cruelty? ❜

[lrdvyke]

I need to wake up at 7 a.m tomorrow

Oh wait, its today already, very nice ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[lrdvyke]

Trust has been lacking since the Three Fingers. The evergaol allows him to think clearly, but due to such, the memories are stark within his mind. There was no mercy there. No god holds mercy in their heart, no matter what they say on the contrary. So he stares at this one before him, a rising anger shuddering beneath the surface as his gauntleted hand flexes its grip upon the marred war spear.

Yet his gaze, one-eyed and faltering, drops to the hand pushing through. To what is placed upon it, delicate and catching what little light is left within this world without time. A needle. Unalloyed, gold, a look into myth, not become real. Vyke's brow furrows, his anger stalls for just a moment. Will it work? It cannot work so easily, but without the touch of the God of Chaos upon him inside the evergaol, perhaps this little needle will after all ...

❛ You speak of impossibilities, as you offer impossibilities, ❜ Vyke states, his voice worn with disuse and overuse all the same—it scratches against his throat and he swallows hard around it. ❛ To stop violence, you desire to make more of it. I may have been a fool to follow the steps Shabriri had lain out for me before, but I will not be another one to yet another mad god. ❜

Still, he takes the needle and stares upon it with mute fascination. It means nothing in here, that is why it is offered. If he refuses, there is no chance to reclaim himself where it matters.

❛ How much empathy and compassion do you suspect to have, when this world is not up to your standards? ❜

❛ you are divine violence ❜ miquella

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 … an intriguing juxtaposition. A small frown formed upon gilded features. ❝  Violence, by nature, brings chaos and destruction. But divinity implies purpose and transcendence. I seek not to perpetuate the tyranny inherited to me by right of the Golden Order, by my Mother .... but for want to heal the wounds inflicted and to create a world where compassion reigns supreme.     ❞

Miquella bowed his golden crown, pushing forth before the gate of the shackling cell a small unalloyed object. His voice continued in a soft conviction, ❝  If there is divinity within me, it is in my unwavering commitment to a world where violence is no longer an answer... For you know as well as I do the cost of it, the toll it takes on both the victor and the vanquished.     ❞

Here Miquella paused, understanding without saying aloud that violence may necessitate that change. Rot within and out, to seek new transformation. He thus would need someone of both kindness and strength -- something he lacked. This dragged out a wistful sigh from within.

In a serene whisper he implored into the evergaol to the now Mad Lord Vyke, ❝   Do you not yearn for an Age of Compassion ? Why not embrace it... a new era not marked by domination, but by understanding and empathy... ?     ❞

[lrdvyke]

tempted to say that the bluish mark that his in game model's face has is what his burns look like in the evergaol due to it shielding him from the outer god's influence. so if he escapes, and it all comes back to him, he gets "reburned" ... 🤔

[lrdvyke]

Excalibur (1981) dir.: John Boorman

[lrdvyke]

[lrdvyke]

> FANTASY MULTIMUSE / SAOVAENE / BY SAM

ALL PEOPLE ARE DRIVEN TO THE POINT OF EATING THEIR GODS, AFTER A TIME.

[lrdvyke]

belated birthday gift for @lrdvyke -  " 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘝𝘺𝘬𝘦. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯? "

[lrdvyke]

He delights within her affirmation. Never before does he dwell within the compliments, nor the praise from others, but here, now, and with her voice to speak them, Vyke revels. His heart, beating hot and anew, swells with the pride he holds. To do her justice, to make every move an honor to her: that is his desire. Now, to be connected as such with her, he cannot help but to let it last for as long as he is able. Thus, he hopes the night does not end so soon.

The kiss is but a promise to that. He leans up further against it, a smile still on his lips regardless.

❛ Such a wonderful thing, ❜ he hums in the break, eyes opening to her again. He does not want her to leave him, but there is a must in order to progress. So he takes her hand as it reaches for him, holding tight enough as his thumb ghosts along the cooling flesh along the back. ❛ Only if you join me. ❜ A seal with a kiss to her bloodied fingertips as he is led along, back through the corridors of the church and beyond. He knows the layout well enough, but he keeps his eyes solely on her and nothing more ( intoxicated, that is the word for it, this feeling he holds now ). Not even the statues, nor the flickering of the wall sconces divert his attention.

But there is another separation once they arrive at the baths. An open area, the water already there and warm to the touch. Vyke lets go of Lansseax's hand in favor of discarding his boots.

SHE OUGHT TO BE CONTENTED. vyke has received her gift with all she could have hoped for. he seems nigh to glow with it, a new radiance so seamlessly fitting into his own. indeed, she was right. the strength of dragons suits him most wonderfully. without hesitation, lansseax bends to his bidding.

she tastes it too then, the mortal dragon’s blood, the remnants of its heart on his tongue. the closest thing they have in common. it beats now, by way of inheritance, in vyke's chest instead. a better place for it to be. the hunger in his kiss is met with equal measure. this is, in this their own version of it, the final part of communion—to share between them its spoils. she might almost imagine it her own blood. lansseax opens herself to his hunger, offers him just as she takes for herself.

❛ i do, and i am. more than happy, ❜ she affirms, a hum in the small space between them where their noses touch. her fingertips trace along his jaw, then down, to press her palm to his chest. ❛ the heart of even mortal dragons is still an ancient thing. immortal. for all our differences, our hearts are the same. to know yours now something closer to mine… you, too, have honoured me. ❜ her smile returns, curling her lips even when she presses another kiss to his lips.

finally, and with some reluctance, lansseax retreats, crimson-lipped and momentarily satisfied, and reaches for his hand. ❛ now, let's clean you up, shall we? ❜

[lrdvyke]

It is easy to track her. The whispers croon of their new lord, the one that will guide them all to salvation, who will incinerate all that which divides them in this world ... Like a connection, the Flame spreads itself across, but never too thin. Never. It becomes stronger the more there is. Each new mind that succumbs, each new mind that pushes through, who endures the pain that rattles their souls, licks their marrow, it thrives. Vyke feels it in his chest, behind his eyes, inside his mind like a wriggling worm ready to burst.

He sees her now, clear across. She wavers, she is new, but she is strong all the same. Given over, not left for dead, Shabriri has his hands firmly upon her still. Vyke grits his teeth, swallowing down a wave of nausea.

If no one is to kill her, he must. Time within the evergaol tells him much: it is a mistake. It is all a mistake.

But she does not hear him. Of course she does not ... the flame is a roar in the ears for one so fresh. The whispers are hard to push past, to see which is one's own and which are others. So, he moves. And once she lunges, he moves faster, ignoring the pain that erupts from the pull of melted armor against burnt flesh. He endures ( one must always endure, lest they be lost ). And he pushes away, dodging the grasp of flame from her clawing fingers wishing to finish this off in an embrace he knows far too well. But he gasps. The heat of her sickly yellow Frenzy brings back memories he desires not to see ever again.

❛ You are a bigger fool than I, ❜ Vyke ekes out under his breath before he sidesteps and swings the butt of his spear towards the back of her head.

that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it ( to elena, frenzy v frenzy meeting hkgjds )

tall trees, their branches entwined, surrounded the open space. it was deceptively quiet, the air thick with the scent of earth and foliage. elena stood in the centre of the clearing, her body a puppet to the flame's will. her movements were disjointed and erratic, each step a jarring contrast to the wilderness surrounding her. it was as if some unseen force pulled at her limbs, making them twitch and jerk in ways that defied nature.

the flame in her eyes burned with an insatiable hunger, a void seeking to consume all that it touched.

vyke appeared at the edge of the clearing. he called out to her, his voice filled with the warning of one who had once walked the path of the frenzied flame. but the words were lost to her, swallowed by the inferno that raged within; she could feel the flame burrowing deeper, sinking its claws into the remnants of her mind, obliterating the fragments of her former self.

with a guttural snarl, elena lunged at vyke. there was no grace in her movements, only the raw, animalistic fury of the flame's thrall. she did not reach for her weapons; instead, her hands extended towards him, the frenzied flame bursting forth from her fingertips in wild, chaotic arcs. the fire seemed to have a life of its own, twisting and writhing as it sought to engulf vyke once more in its maddening embrace.