#v: brightest

[mistic-sins]

“Maybe im not a lost cause, after all. Maybe this is what I needed, all along.”

Scene from The Brightest Candle Burns the Quickest by Graptolite GO READ IT RN!!!!

[conniewoof]

So I really like the latest TBCBTQ chapter…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59797198/chapters/162998314

@lilpippo ((sorry ik I tagged u on twt “>,>

[valfeathers]

remake 🌈

[abi-lessthan3]

Ok but its time to ramble about VxUzi fanfics lol

I literally finally made an AO3 account because I wanted to read murder drone fanfic and these fics fucking ruined me.

Lets start with This World Couldn't See Us by welike2party I dont believe they have a Tumblr but I'm not sure?

This fic ruined me t_t And I am so distraught that the old version got discontinued and the new version only has one chapter thus far t_t

Anyway, I love the way that V just starts off confused of why she didnt kill Uzi, and they bond and talk and lfkjadfasjl I love them.

There is cyn in it, but the fic was discontinued and was chosen to be rewritten before much more could be built on it.

Then a second fic I love was The Brightest Candle Burns The Quickest by Graptolite

Takes a simillar start to this would couldnt see us, but instead uzi hijacks her system, has a more prominent Cyn figure, just got updated like today, and has V Suicide attempt angst. Well, as put in the fanfic Schrödinger Suicide Attempt. I love it I love it I love it

Anyway i gotta study for psych class so i gotta stop rambling here i suppose.

Theres an N Uzi fic that ruined me too, Broken Balance by GameCube19 Really interesting fic

[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: 😑

[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

[eclipsecrowned]

me knowing a fav collaborator survived writing d*ny while the show was still airing and still had the worst experience in the l0tr fandom.

me knowing that and still adding arw*n to the reboot roster --

[mistic-sins]

Hey Vuzi fans please read The Brightest Candle Burns the Quickest by Graptolite thank you 🙏

[3416]

mitchell marner joe rogan enthusiast thoughts?

i mean i'm not that shocked by it, lol. if you think any of these men have a real brain in their heads............ sorry 😭 joe rogan tops every single platform for podcasts, so yeah, i'm not surprised mitch marner's goofy ass is clicking on that

[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."

[recursiveimpulse]

"What is it that you don't want to tell me?" -from lark uwu

Where to begin, Viktor thought, and shrugged one shoulder as he threw a few twigs into the fire. They were useless, no good as firewood: he just liked the crackling sound of them, the way the fire licked them black in seconds. Like skipping stones across the lake just for the fun of it.

“Don’t all men have secrets? You do. When I ask you to tell me about yourself, you deflect. Change the subject. You’re good at it, but, eh, not good enough for me to not realise you’re doing it.”

From his position on the log by the campfire, he reached down into the dirt. Came up with a handful of it, letting it run through his augmented fingers, watching the little clumps of soil and stone fall.

“I’m not keeping anything from you that matters. I mean you no harm and you’re not… in danger by my being here. Can that be enough, just for now?” He looked up at Lark apologetically, golden eyes wide and tired. “Please.”

[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.