[ ... ] โโโ i do it so it FEELS LIKE HELL - i do it so i feel real.
i am only thirty and like the cat i have nine times to die. โโโ [ ... ]
O MY ENEMY DO I TERRIFY ??
#DAANDOV. โโโโโโโโ a writing blog for an ORIGINAL CHARACTER for the LAST DRAGONBORN in ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ. [ ... ] focusing on motifs of :: the tragic hero , being nothing but a vessel for prophecy , gods leaving husks behind of their champions , coming out the other side of the hero's journey worse off , dogged loyalty , getting chewed up and spit out , feminine rage , how much more of myself do i have to give? , being doomed by the narrative [ ... ] crossovers are preferred & no knowledge of elder scrolls is needed to interact โโ blog established october 2023 , character est in 2018 , loved by ouija , 21+ , she/her , rules below the cut
001. generalย โธป this blog is a writing blog for my oc VALVARI ALANTAR who i've built over the past five years. intrinsically tied to the legacy of the dragonborn mod, she is a canon divergent last dragonborn. i use caps from baldurs gate just because of it's character creation.
SPARK NOTES :: valvari's adoptive fathers own museums across the world. she's grown up first learning deep history, and being more book focused, but as she began showing a bit of a temper and anger streak, she was sent with one of her father's to start adventuring to begin finding artifacts and curios that are gathered to store in the museums. just recently, they've opened a new museum and val is going to start adventuring on her own in order to help fill it.
002. following โธป ย this is a highly selective blog , i am keeping my circle very small right now and will only interact with those who make concerted efforts to plot with me. i practice mains, i'm not interested in exclusives. i do not follow writers under the age of 21. if you're ever softblocked and you still want to interact, please feel free to follow again, it's never that serious i promise.
i softblock liberally if we have not interacted, i'm not interested in being a number to people. i don't expect to be responding to our threads every day, i don't expect constant ooc talk, we all have lives and other muse interests. what i expect is interaction with other posts that show you're interested in my muse. a like or a reply to a post goes a long way. when time goes on and you're radio silent but still active on dash, i'll likely just softblock just so i'm not feeling unwanted. i promise it's not a big deal, it's just about curating my dash to active mutuals.
003. formattingย โธป i donโt care about formatting or icon usage on your end , you do what makes you most comfortable. i personally use normal text with some formatting, and icons only show up in writing if i feel like it. i'll use them if i'm feeling it, otherwise there may be threads or posts where they're absent because i couldn't be bothered to add them. if there's something about my formatting that doesn't work for you let me know and i can adjust.
004. shipping โธป ย i love shipping and am always open to discussing it. val requires chemistry to ship with and i require being comfortable together ooc. it's not going to be a focus on this blog and i'll never be the first to ask in order to keep people from feeling uncomfortable. if you are interested, let me know, i won't consider it forceshipping, but be aware i may say no.
please note :: val is sex positive and a bit blunt, so she may flirt if she thinks your muse is attractive but i'm ALWAYS okay with her being shut down. i promise it's never that serious, and i'm not trying to beg for a ship. she will also drop the topic the moment someone isn't interested.
005. plotting โธป ย i rely heavily on plotting and interacting ooc and my attention will be focused around those of my followers who i have a plot for and rapport with. it isnโt necessary to have one off the bat , but if interactions are going to go anywhere , plotting is required. i typically prioritize these threads/muses and if we go a period of time without interacting or you showing interest in my muse/blog at all, i'll softblock so i can keep my dash to the people i'm actively writing/chatting with.
006. interacting โธป i will like starter call , but do not wait to see one on my blog because it wonโt happen often. instead , please send memes. they can always become threads. and they are great ways to explore our muses while we aren't working on our active threads. send them and send them often, i'm never agitated if you're sending multiple. i'll delete any i don't have muse for but i'll always answer some.
007.ย triggers โธป there will be adult content present on this blog including , but not limited to :: sexual content , potential mention of self harm , violence , adult language. if you are uncomfortable with any of these please tell me and i will avoid them in our threads. i don't have any specific triggers, however i will always tag potentially triggering things as : trigger tw
008.ย ooc โธป hey iโm ouija , 30+ iโm just a nerd. I have a full time job and a home to maintain so my activity will vary. icon border by ariapsds and icon psd by jaynedits
i've grown comfortable existing on the edges of fandoms and just fitting val within them, thus i'm very crossover friendly. rape, incest, pedophilia, hate / bigotry (ie: racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc) is not accepted on this blog. i may keep myself distant from callouts or personal drama that appears (mainly just because i don't like calling attention to myself), however i'm not against them when it comes to keeping the dash safe and letting people know about problematic people.
if you weren't here this morning - tumblr was being shit and i decided to try and make a new blog in hopes that it fixes the problem. same everything - so this is an archive, i'm over on @daandov
if you weren't here this morning - tumblr was being shit and i decided to try and make a new blog in hopes that it fixes the problem. same everything - so this is an archive, i'm over on @daandov
if you weren't here this morning - tumblr was being shit and i decided to try and make a new blog in hopes that it fixes the problem. same everything - so this is an archive, i'm over on @daandov
#๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ย โ โ โย โ โ a writing blog for an ORIGINAL CHARACTER for the LAST DRAGONBORN in ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ. โโ blog established october 2023 , character est in 2018 , loved by ouija , 21+ , she/her
[ ... ] focusing on motifs of :: the tragic hero , being nothing but a vessel for prophecy , gods leaving husks behind of their champions , coming out the other side of the hero's journey worse off , dogged loyalty , getting chewed up and spit out , feminine rage , how much more of myself do i have to give? , being doomed by the narrative [ ... ]
alright i double punched - basically i've made a new blog and emailed tumblr support about it. mainly because i want them to look me in my virtual eyes and explain to me why this happens.
Does Val have a preference for which ruins she delves? Also, which artifacts are her favorite?
she'd say she doesn't - and that's partly true - but she gets the ick when she knows she has to dig into dwarven mines. while they interest her, and she'd spend days there if there weren't anything untoward lingering in the shadows, she's found the machinations are a difficult fight for someone who mainly uses arrows and melee weapons. so it usually means she needs to bring help rather than venturing on her own and that brings risks that she's had bad experiences with in the past.
so it isn't about the ruins themselves, but about the contingencies to get there and explore them in the first place. it's a love, hate relationship. some of her favorite experiences, however, are ones where she really isn't expecting much, but it turns out to be a rich area. one time she was simply going through a mine to one of the farthest outposts of the clockwork city.
as far as artifacts, she really gets thrilled when multiple pieces will tell a complete story. for instance, when you finish the companion quest, you'll be able to get ysgrammors armor, and an amulet, and wuuthrad to put all together in a large display. the dark brotherhood has all the heads of your targets with something that represents them. or for dragonborn you collect all of mora's books, plus miraak's armor, plus some other things and it practically becomes a shrine. compare that to just an armor set or just a dagger that gets hung up. she still enjoys collecting them and doing the research and restoration, but there's something about having a group of treasures that can be built into a grand, eye-catching and story-evoking exhibit.
hypatia likes val. she likes the way she holds herself, the strength she demonstrates in battle, her usual tenacity and ability to command attention of a crowded room. here, though, the contrast between the val she knows and this version is stark โ exhausted, eye-bags heavy on her face, body morphed into one stuck in motion, repeating itself over and over to make repairs and build weapons in the dark. it doesn't take away from the hero's power, but it does make hypatia wonder what might have caused this slip. is she all right? is something happening beneath the surface to cause such a reaction? she worries. she cares. "no, it's โ it's all right. again, i only wanted to make sure you were okay. when you didn't show up in the yard, i was afraid you'd fallen off one of the walls or something, or got locked in some back room in skyhold's cellar." she's attempting to be lighthearted about it, cheer @daandov up, but if it works, she can't tell.
of course, val ignores the offer of a nice bed to sleep in. hypatia notices. "you really can use my bed," she tries again, a little more forceful now. "last thing i want to do is swing my sword at you when you're half-asleep. i don't want to hurt you." maybe that will incite something โ some lighthearted tease of maybe i'm better than you. hypatia isn't, of course (she's only half the fighter val is), but that could encourage her to sleep. "figure the only way i could actually beat you is if you're falling asleep standing up. any other time, you'd kick my ass."
it works. even if it's just for the simplicity. the idea that what defeated her was a set of ramparts or a rather unruly lock as hypatia describes would be the final laugh of fate , wouldn't it ?? scarred cheeks twist up above curling lips , the sorting finally done so she can stand with care , making sure she's careful her tail doesn't sweep it all away. there's no chance the once hero would remember what was where when she comes back. " wouldn't be the first time someone found me at the bottom of a cliff. " oh auryen. how many times he'd drag his broken daughter back to the arms of the museum.
valvari levies a look at the inquisitor , teeth chewing at her cheek and the words the other woman lobs her way. " you've been blocking my shots very well on your own. i don't doubt once you get close you'll have me on my knees. " HM. stepping out of the little circle of parts , they stand together. the dragonborn doesn't care much about any martial skill she has โโโ in truth it's only a byproduct of her job. well , what it once was. then she HAD to fight , didn't she ?? had to learn. had to , had to , had to. as hypatia may start to learn if she hasn't already. no , her pride isn't going to be hurt , but she smiles all the same at the attempt. " let's compromise , then. " she can't sleep. she won't. not until she can make up for her faux pax , despite hypatia's lackadaisical attitude towards it.
" i'll sleep after we have a meal together. " as if on cue , she feels her stomach gurgle. because it wasn't just sleep she was missing out on. ( and maybe she just wants to spend some time together [ ... ] silly dovahkiin. ) " what um. . . hm. . . what would it be ?? dinner ?? or is it morning now ?? "
โIt wasn't sudden.โ Miraak had replied quickly, his back righting itself with his succinct reply. Quite the contrary, he's had centuries to think of this. Millenniums. โIt was but a price to pay for my freedom. The only way.โ A pause โ he cants his head towards her. Things had not gone as expected, but the primary goal was achieved all the same. โ...That I.. had seen. But yes โ I do have what I want.โ
Truth be told, he cared little for the destruction of his statues. Each mortal mind he'd constrained and bent to his will were but pawns to him. He felt no ire for them, but nor did Miraak regret what he had done. It brought the Last Dragonborn to him, after all.
Slowly, his previously rigid posture relaxes again, and he leans back, fingers drumming along his sword casually. The taunts she levied at him seemed to bother him not, though he could understand why she mistrusted him still. To him, the answer was obvious.
โThat was but a drop in the ocean of what I had to do to be here. One plan among tens of thousands of others.โ Fingers ceased their repetition; no expression visible from him, but the bitterness seeps from his voice. โOne gets inventive over time. To evade Hermaeus Moraโโ Even just uttering its name felt akin to a curse. Miraak's voice hardened, focused itself upon Valvari like a warning. โโYou have to be.โ
despite the lack in any expression outside of natural body language , valvari finds herself entranced. thinking back , she'd wonder if it was from sheer exhaustion ;; the desire to simply listen , no thoughts invading her head , having one thing to focus on while the rest of her body and minds shuts down and disassociates. even if only for a few moments. how surprised is she that , without much extra effort , she moves through the conversation. conjuring up images of moving through sand or water.
" so. . . you're telling me the main goal was always getting free. the ends will justify the means. " the truth is โโโ it wasn't even the bodies left behind that she cared about. the proclaimed hero had every intention of shelving him into a bad memory until they started fighting for souls. hero business aside , world-ending cataclysms aside , being dragonborn had broken her into a whole new world to pick apart and build into displays. it also was getting her into places she'd never dream of , not without a lot of extra work. and maybe that's why she'd pulled him through. once val could grow to trust him , once the fatigue of it all melted into the soft sheets of her bed at home , she'd come to realize what fountain of knowledge she'd dug up from the grave.
in other words โโโ the archivist seeks to UNDERSTAND. in every manner she could.
" interesting. . . " another deep breath as she rights โโโ sitting up , rolling her neck. letting his next warning slip through one ear and out the other. fingers worrying her forearm where cursed veins were embroidered fissures on molten skin. jaw tight. " evade is certainly a way to put it. i'm not quite sure it's even entirely possible. with all that planning , surely you must've thought what to do to stay out permanently. it sees everything , yes ?? it likely knows where we are at any given moment. there's little stopping it from snatching us right up. "
I plan on starting to come back today so have this tiktok quote that really resonated w Val
โThe thing about inheriting your fatherโs rage as a girlโฆ. Itโs not cute. Itโs usually hyper independence and isolation and people donโt like that. When you are your father and youโre a girl - you burn everything to the ground. You destroy every fucking thing. And itโs not cute. People donโt like that, they donโt like women who destroy things. So you destroy yourself. People love women who destroy themselves.โ
what was val's reaction to being on the back of a dragon for the first time? riding odahviing to skuldafn?
" i mean the impending doom really sucked the excitement out of it. nothing deflates an experience more than the potential of the world coming to an end. " if you look closely , her eyes are bright , lips pressing together to suppress a smile. " by oblivion โโโ how is it not the coolest thing ever ?? fighting on sahrottar had it's challenges , i'm sure if i had more time to practice it'd become like second-nature rather than fighting to aim with him moving beneath me. you have to learn the rhythm , just like a horse. and i think if i wasn't filled with the anxiety of what skuldafn would bring , i probably would've just fallen asleep on the ride over. once we started coasting with the wind patterns , odahviing flew so smoothly โโ " it's visible how she forces herself to stop. don't talk the stranger's ear off , ari , that's rude.
you know whats super funny to me? the moment val can trust that someone has her back, especially when traversing dungeons and ruins, they carry the whole team. the amount of times she'll walk into a room, aggro an enemy, then back out and let someone take over while she fiddles with locks or inspects books in the room to see if they're in the museum already.
"Is this what you really want, or are you just running from something?"
the blade in her hand suddenly feels heavy. as the sun sets , it gives the most gentle , green glow as the magic within it shudders and heaves. warm. comforting. as she finds most forest magic is. it's with a heaving sigh that it goes into the scabbard at her hip. " i think [ ... ] the questions you're asking aren't related. " crimson eyes catch those of the other being , free hands now finding place at the tiefling's waist. " i can want this without running , no ?? one is not inherently feeding into the other , as you're implying. " what she doesn't say is that maybe this is more of a distraction. procrastination. a vile dagger said to help bring the infamous gildergreen back to life with only sap needed from it's progenitor. afterwards , it'd be coming home with her to sit in a protective glass case once the priestess in whiterun was happy. A WIN - WIN.
seemed simple enough. experience , however , has rightly taught her it never is. " besides , what's a little sap ?? i'm sure there's more than enough to spare if it means bringing back some beauty to whiterun , wouldn't you agree ?? hardly a profound sacrifice. " call her callous if you want. she'd probably agree. and it wasn't for lack of care , but rather that the proverbial tank for her empathy was beginning to run dry. a world-ending drake breathing down her neck. countless factions wanting a pound of her flesh. what was a LITTLE CUTTING from a tree going to harm , all things considered ??
his grip is warm on her upper arm. tight โโโ but not so much that she couldn't wriggle out of it if she wanted to. and he's right. it WAS her fault. too many drinks to keep warm the other night and it was as if they were magnets , drawn to each other and kept together through heated , dizzy kisses. she'd practically crawled to him. he'd taken her so readily , it had the dragonborn wondering the next day when free from the fog if he'd thought of it prior as often as she in private fantasy. now , back at jorrvaskr , his taste still heavy on her tongue , valvari had thought it'd be in their best interest to pretend as if nothing had happened. the day moved as normal and it was only here under the canopy of ivy that hid the undercroft door , that farkas finally had the chance to grab her as the sun was beginning to set on their day once again.
" what. . . you want more ?? " brows peak above her eyes , creasing her forehead. to be frank , she'd intended on leaving for the museum without anyone noticing. not because she'd felt anything bloomed as a mistake. not because she was wrestling with shame. no , to put it simply it , to her , seemed a non-event. a moment in time that was , yes , enjoyable , but not unlike any other drunken night she'd get caught up in at some different inn. firelit eyes search the wolf's face , charmed by his directness. what's an open door to an explorer other than an invitation to see what's inside ?? " mm solitude calls , much to do. i'd planned on leaving. " her tone is light , despite how dismissive the words are. and even more , she steps in , bringing their bodies close to touching once again. " too bad i don't have a blacksmith to help me with some recreation building. . . and to keep lil' ol' me safe from the monsters that come out at night. "
