#v: brightest

[amethyst-halo]

hey bruce? the mermaid is back

[valfeathers]

remake 🌈

[loanonlife]

my professors should give me 1000 extensions on my finals on the basis of i need to play idv

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Hadvar: What's a dragon?

Aurora Orianus: You don't know what a dragon is? Here, Odahviing is a dragon.

Hadvar: You just said it's Odahviing.

Odahviing: 😑

[silver-samurai]

⸺ You can't save me now.

[scion-of-kings]

Anor's shy morning light didn't quite shine through the foliage and into the room yet, but the mantle that Elentári threw over the lands at night was already fading into the rosy greyness that precedes dawn.

His rest should have come to an end a while ago but, after the first night of festivities in Forlond, Gil-galad had tarried in bed a while longer. It was with a content sigh that the High King turned to the other side in search of a cooler spot, only to plop down on his stomach, bury his face among the pillows and pretend he could still lay there for a while.

Only a little. Only until he had to get ready for the day's activities, which would involve ritual dances, and songs and feasting along his people. The palace was ready to host the evening's entertainment; the King, not so much.

A soft, warm pressure on his back made his thoughts about the day's developments fly away, and Gil-galad smiled against the pillows when Celebrían's lips graced his skin. His cheeks still tinged red whenever he realized there was someone else here, seeing him at his most vulnerable.

“Say the word,” he mumbled with the rough tones of sleep still clinging to him, “and we will not step out unless we absolutely have to.” That was a word he wouldn't keep, if only because the people deserved the joys that came with the Solstice's celebrations, but he very much wished he could.

@oflorien sent: a kiss between the shoulder blades

[oletus-hullabaloo]

💫 Do you believe that if you make a wish on a shooting star, it will come true?

💫 "STARLIGHT" [BRIGHTEST STAR] HAS CHOSEN YOUR "WISH". 💫

There was a long and drawn-out pause suspended through the sky at first - something unexpected by all but the ones closest to the Prince of Starlight. Not even the night insects hummed, as if paying him some unspoken respect. Everyone else seemed to think he’d willingly talk with them, but he preferred to stay near the moonlight and bask in it. So long as “she” accepted his company, he would take refuge there.

The sun was not worth talking to. “He” was cold, despite desperate claims of burning fiercely once, and chased Starlight's one true companion across the day. “She” held no voice enough to tell "him" not to, so the cycle yet continued - but the Prince felt hypocritical himself, bound into his own stillness. He couldn’t protect those who once were dear to him, and had no capacity for those who remained.

The guilt ate at him, festering, pulling like the tides “she” had to command - but that could have just been the eternally spinning carousel in his midsection. He didn’t know, and never cared to find out. All would sicken him the same, buried beneath layers of hollow fantasy. Though he didn't dream, unable to close torn eyes enough to sleep, he would try just the same in waking hours.

So he did what he'd always do. Reaching around to the back of his cloak of stars, he began to comb through them. Some left messages from the people below, whispered as wishes of expectation and hope. Some glowed dimly, while others were white-hot and nearly blinding, but it wasn't these that he sought after.

One fragile star at the tip of his cloak whispered to him with a question, and it mattered not that it was extinguished. Its residual warmth carried just the same. Though he had no true voice to answer, he would whisper back into it in his own way - with thoughts and hopes of his own, however fabricated - to respond.

"What do you expect of me, now? Though I shine as bright as I can, I am not a guiding light to anyone. Shooting stars are momentary, and they move too fast for memories to ever be truly implanted into them. The stars who hold anything from people are not the ones who chose to run away-

Across this studded sky, you'd find that not all of them whisper. But the ones that do are the ones who are willing to linger, sending their beacons and messages to any who might need them until they finally blink out. I think, dear patron, that I will follow suit - maybe not now, but my purpose in the sky is sustained only by those who understand me.

Few and far between. I suppose my answer would be "no"... There's no point in wishing on something so fragile and careless for something that can never happen again. The Sun and the Moon know that our performance is suspended and will never gain new audience - many stars have blinked out, unretrievable.

I suppose that's something for you to know, though you can't hear my true wishes. I have none of my own."

[stromuprisahat]

Siege and Storm- Chapter 17 (Leigh Bardugo)

If Alina's truly worried for Grishenka, this is the most idiotic move possible.

Name one (1) place connected to Alina, a place she won't stop clinging to, the only place she knows... hmmm... I wonder, where she might send those kids...

[byteing]

"I know the look of a doomed man." ((For Viktor <3

Something about the man felt out of place here, down in the fissures. He looked like he belonged topside; finely dressed but not ostentatious, clean and neat in a way few people were down here. With a voice like that, though, he could have been from anywhere.

Viktor squinted up at him more from pain than low light. Getting down here had been a hassle just a few years ago: now, with his condition, it was excruciating. There were ramshackle elevator-like contraptions all around the lanes to help people like him, but never enough of them and they didn’t always work. It was better than Piltover—the academy was hell to navigate now—but it was far from perfect. He thought about all the stairs and awkward slopes he’d have to climb and wanted to lie down for a year.

Leaning against the railings of the bridge they were on, suspended over what felt like an endless yawning pit below, Viktor regarded the man in white with neither hostility nor friendliness. In the Undercity it was better to be on your guard than not, but he didn’t feel threatened - only somewhat dismayed that his illness was visible even to outsiders.

Maybe the man was from the Lanes, actually. Plenty of people were dying down here, just like Viktor. The signs were obvious if you knew what to look for.

“Do I look that bad?” It was halfway a joke, but not really. Viktor looked away from the man’s hidden eyes and down at the darkness below. “Doomed is not how I would prefer to describe myself. I still have time. Not as much of it as I would like, but…”

Despair yawned in his chest. He gripped his crutch hard.

“Who are you, anyway?” Golden eyes flickered up and down, looking the stranger over. Calculating. “Did someone send you for me?” Jayce might have, if he thought Viktor had been in the city too long, alongside his dangerous brethren.

[protectxthem]

@lowkey-lokid [c]

Tony really didn't think what he said would work, but it did it probably didn't hurt that he meant it too. Tony didn't understand a lot, mostly about Gods, but he wanted to try and understand the best he could to try and help Loki; much like he wished he had help when he was younger.

"I made a mistake, I'm sorry. I thought Thor was a monster too when I first met him. I didn't know that Gods existed then, but now I do. I want to understand what makes you well you. What makes you tick? Do you suffer from PTSD or the likes like us humans do? Stuff like that."

[moonlightviigil]

Gwen gives Aphelios a little pat on the chest that signals he should hold still- -only to promptly turn to face him, close her eyes, and fall heavily against his chest. This is where she's sleeping now. Looks like the all-nighters finally caught up.

Tucked into the corner of the backstage's couch, Aphelios tapped away on his phone's screen. Answering texts, glancing at important emails, saving reaction images to use later; his eyes were busy and mind elsewhere.

The gentle hand placed onto his chest brought him back to the existing world. Foggy mind and blurred vision refocused as Gwen began to slump into him. His hands shot out from under his phone and instinctively cradled her head before she fell into his lap.

He guided Gwen's head to his chest to keep her steady. Awkwardly trying to catch someone's attention by waving around one free hand, he pointed at the pillow tossed across the walkway. Once the pillow had been given, Aphelios thanked the assistant.

Placing the pillow onto his lap, Aphelios finally guided Gwen into a more suitable position. Uncomfortable glances had been shared between others walking by; some shocked, some cheeky. Not like he planned on this happening... the poor girl overdoes it all the time. Guess that's something they share in common.

From underneath the cloth mask on his face, the corners of his lips shakily rose. A soft warmth came to his cheeks. Thank Mother Moon for the mask... his face would have been extremely red.

The pop star gave his companion a few gentle strokes to the top of her head, trailing his fingers through her hair.

Staring blankly in front of himself, eyes wide, as if a deer caught in the headlights of a van. I hope she won't be mad, he thought to himself. Even if she was the one to fall asleep on him, he still wouldn't want to have her feel negatively towards the predicament.

[theartificialdane]

How kind of Brooke to show off one of her Brightest wedding dresses on Drag Race 💍💅🏻

[intcritus]

❝ i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, i don’t really wanna be alone either. ❞ but kaveh saying this in a friendly, warm tone to kaeya honestly because hey, maybe being on your own for once isn't all that cool

It was a melancholic kind of night. The warm weather in Sumeru was kind to him, kissing his skin and the breeze moving through his hair. In some strange way, it was like a home away from home. The thought of traveling back to Mondstat, had a hole in his chest, and what else can he do but fill it with spicy cuisine, a sweet wine that settled warmly in his tummy ?  The day comes and goes, the night dimming the light between leaves and taking the sun with it. Lone eye moves from the sky when his attention is captured by blond strands. Like liquid gold, a brief sunlight hardly dimmed by the darkening sky. 

Slouching back in his seat, a charming grin is spared for the architect. Kaeya had heard a great many things about him, even while here on business. But then, he’d taken a few more days, a personal expense he’d surely have to explain later. But it mattered little when he’d never felt quite so at ease. ❝ �� Guess I’m not the only one needing to take the edge off tonight. ❞

A light chuckle before head cants upward, taking in Kaveh listening to his voice, and wonders what sort of things ails him, just what sort of woes he has to let go of towards the end of the day. Probably plenty, people can be so demanding. There’s a pleasant buzz that settles down to the marrow of his bones as he stands, then he blinks as he ruminates on words spoken. 

❝ i’m not expecting anything, i just, thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

Kaeya smirks, though there’s a dull edge to it. Did Kaveh take his silence as rejection? Ah, as if the Knight would turn down some company. He was feeling raw, cut to the quick and while he could continue to sulk and engorging on good food, company certainly sounded better. Someone without a bias, someone who didn’t know him.

Shoulders slump, his smirk turning into a somewhat sheepish smile, ❝ ━ I get what you mean. I…I would like that honestly. Being alone right now, especially tonight, seems foolish, doesn’t it ?  ❞ Stretching his arms over his head, lashes flutter over his lone eye as a quiet sort of exhaustion settles over him.

Maybe he’d been forcing his facade too long, but something about Kaveh being so warm and friendly and genuine ? Kaeya truly no longer wanted to be alone. Gesturing with his hand, they began to walk alongside one another,  ❝ ━ Would you rather go back to my room to escape the nosy little rabbits hanging about ?  ❞ Lips cant up at the corners, , ❝ ━ Or will a stroll suit us, more ? My legs are feeling rather wobbly, I’m afraid carrying me might be in our best interest. ❞ No, it wouldn’t, but charm is his go to even when he’s feeling like an open wound.

[beregosts]

arlis + post-game appearance

[ferahntics]

I don’t think you guys understand how dangerously close I am to just. Fangirl about Okami on here for dozens of posts. I just. In this thesis I will--

There’s so much I wanna say about the game, and 99% of it is very positive and highly biased KJSHG, just everything from the soundtrack to art to characters to story to scenes that make me cry every single time I see them and I replayed the game a hundred percent several times and am not tired of it.

[yuukimiyas]

guess who is is so SO eepy from work? its this bun! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ im so happy im off tmrw so i can sleep in a lil bit!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i hope your saturday was so kind to you all <33 squeezin you!!