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Adelean couldn’t believe it when he caught himself holding his breath as she jumped– from an even higher point than he anticipated, even. The alchemist hasn’t calculated that much height into the percentage of how likely it’ll be for the warrior to make this jump unharmed. Just the back would’ve been critical from his point of view, but her choice just came off as blatantly insane.

He winced and took a few steps back when she was just about to land and while part of him couldn’t watch, he just had to. It was incredible how she saved herself despite obviously hurting her leg.

But then, his attention went back to the massive creature that was, at last, falling to its demise.

It was over.

Adelean stared at the Centurion for a while and briefly forgot why he was even here in the first place. He was in awe of how intact the machinery still was, and his thirst for knowledge needed to be quenched even more than it had to be before. But, eventually, he looked back at the warrior. On closer inspection, she looked terrible.

“ Are you alright? I know a thing or two about Restoration magic that could be of use to you. “,

he offered, as he carefully fastened his staff on his back again and approached her. Once he was close enough, he extended his hand to her with a polite smile.

“ Adelean Maneveos. A pleasure. “

The cavern around them rumbled with the impact of the great machine crashing to the ground after her. She could feel the vibrations from it under the well worn soles of her boots when the Nord skidded to a halt a few steps away from the Imperial. Who seemed to be lost in his own- very obvious- state of curiosity over the thing that was just trying to kill them.

He should consider himself lucky that it wasn’t going to be getting back up any time soon or his head would have already been taken clean off of his shoulders by now.

Valin, herself, hadn’t given a single thought to the state of her own being until the mage managed to snap out of his trance and mention something about restoration magic.

Then he coming closer to her, offering his hand to her, and the warrior took the time to really look at him. Eyeing him warily for a moment before reaching out and carefully taking his hand in her own. A couple of more positive sounding grunt serving as her response to both his question and his introduction.

Yes, as terrible as she felt Valin would still consider herself to be “alright.” But if he could get rid of that annoying throb that had started up in her ankle then she would allow him to at least do that much.

#vithsos #☽ :: (verse) ; the wind it will take me

BIRTH 🎂🌈✨

BIRTH! TIS A GOOD BIRTH. BEST I’VE HAD IN AWHILE.

@rotlaust

OH MY THAT IS AMAZING !! I wish you an absolutely incredible day and the best time imagineable. Have fun!

ah, sorry it took me so long to notice this. but thank you friend!! it has been great and really fun so far.

today is my birthday! happy birthday to me~

BOLD what applies to your muse.

alcoholism. amnesia. anxiety. appetite loss. binge eating. codependence. cynicism. defensiveness. denial. depersonalisation. depression. derealisation. devaluation. displacement. dissociation. drug abuse. dysphoria. emotional detachment. flashbacks. flat affect. guilt. hallucinations. hypersomnia. hypervigilance. hypochondria. idealization. insomnia. intellectualize. isolation. low self esteem. narcissism. night terrors. obsessive compulsion. overreacting. panic attack. passive aggression. paranoia. phobias. projection. psychosis. rationalization. regression. repression. restrictive eating. risky sex. self-harm/self destruction. somatization. splitting. sublimation. suicidal ideation. sleepwalking. suppression. thousand-yard stare. triggers. trust issues. violence. whiplash. temper.

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tagging: whoever hasn’t done it yet, i guess?

#☽ :: (valin) ; letting loose the savage side of me

vithsos:

x | @heidinnvif

It’d have been funnier to watch the woman try to steer the Centurion if both of their lives weren’t in danger right now. Actually, Adelean found himself to be more worried about her than himself, which was unusual for him to say the least. But… she seemed to have control of the situation despite his worries. What a pleasant surprise.

Adelean lowered his arms and took a few steps back when the monster made of metal forcedly approached him, and thus, the makeshift trap he set up just a few seconds ago.

Come on, come on…

Once it made the first step into the puddle, it started to reel. Just barely, but seeing its arms raise a bit and the leg standing in the potion were positive signs of the alchemist’s plan working out.

The Centurion couldn’t hold still for too long with most of its weight resting on his one leg, even if it was threatening to slip any moment now. It took the next stiff step and this time its other leg stepped into the puddle with full force– but with no grip to anything whatsoever. The machine’s reeling became worse, to a point where it was really struggling to stay on its feet and not lose its balance.

The Imperial watched in anticipation until he realized that with the monster falling, the Nord needed to be careful about getting off of it in time. His gaze shot up from the potion to the woman that was forcefully making the machine face Adelean.

He opened his mouth to shout at her to get down already, but stopped himself before he could do so; she seemed like a resourceful, skilled one. She’ll know when it was time to stop.

Even as the giant machine teetered on the edge of collapse Valin still held on tight. Intent on keeping the thing where it needed to be until she had no choice but to leave her position. A moment that was rapidly approaching considering that even with this arms raised the behemoth couldn’t find its balance again and stop itself from slipping even further on the liquid with its next wobbly step.

Its third attempt to move forward was the creature’s quite literal downfall, as its metal foot slipped too far on the liquid for it to recover this time. As soon as the Nord felt the thing start to fall in earnest she climbed a little higher up until she was almost standing on the thing’s shoulder--- and jumped. Utterly fearless of the heights below her as she plummeted to the ground.

As horrifying as that might look to the Imperial, the warrior’s own judgement was sound, and she landed on the ground easily enough. Although the landing had been a hard one, and her left ankle had twisted itself in the process, bringing her down onto her hands and knees for a second. Then she was straightening herself up and running towards him like nothing had ever happened. Just barely managing to get out of the way in time before the beast crashed to the ground behind her.

#vithsos #☽ :: (verse) ; the wind it will take me

nicolelyonspoetry

She will rise. With a spine of steel and a roar like thunder, she will rise.

Nicole Lyons (via nicolelyonspoetry)

#☽ :: (quote) ; when you speak i hear silence

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#☽ :: (valin) ; letting loose the savage side of me

@vithsos:

What was this Nord even doing?!

Adelean would have told her to stop fooling around as she was climbing this monster’s back, but the fact that he was still in its line of sight and hitting range, he refrained from doing so. Fortunately, the beast was briefly distracted by the human ramming her axe into its body, so the alchemist took the chance to run past the monster to get some distance between them again.

As he ran, he pulled a flask from one of his various belts and tore off the cork, before he smashed the glass on the ground to make noise and create a puddle of the slightly thicker liquid on the ground. It was originally brewed to be a soothing potion, but its thick, soapy consistency could also work to make the Centurion briefly lose its sense of balance and vulnerable to an attack–

unless you were riding it.

“ Get it over here! “,

the Imperial shouted and raised a hand to beckon her towards himself, with the slowly spreading puddle right in front of him. His plan was very rough and he was only 57% sure it’ll work, but they really had no other choice now. Especially if they both wanted to get out of this alive.

With all the noise that the man was making Valin had to do very little to actually draw its attention towards him. The crash of the vial hitting the ground and the shouting were enough to pull its attention away from the fact that there was a human currently riding on its back, leaving her time to regain her balance before the machine’s hard turn towards the source of the latest distraction. The mage’s waving hand enough of a visual distraction to keep it from noticing the bumps of her body against its back when the movement jostled her a bit.

Unfortunately for them, with the position the beast was in now, it wouldn’t go where they wanted it to, and would end up missing the spreading puddle completely if she didn’t do something to lead it towards a more slippery path of attack.

With a bit of a push to get her just a little bit higher up on its shoulder, Valin leaned over and reached out just far enough to able to grab on to a piece of itself well decorated face plate. A soft grunt and a very audible grinding of gears following her actions as the Nord woman forced it to ‘look’ where she wanted it to go, giving its body no other choice but to adjust its course to move with it or risk breaking completely under the strength of her hold.

It was a foolish idea, but it worked, and as soon as its feet touche the thick soapy liquid she felt the metal under her feet start to teeter. Not by much, but it was still something, and a sign that the mage’s equally foolish plan might even somewhat work.

#vithsos #☽ :: (verse) ; the wind it will take me

MEET THE MUSE

► Name ➔ Valin, or Val. ► Are you single ➔ Yes. ► Are you happy ➔ Sometimes. ► Are you angry? ➔ Often. ► Are your parents still married ➔ I never had parents.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Skyrim. ► Hair Color ➔ Copper. ► Eye Color ➔ Light Blue. ► Birthday ➔ 24th of Last Seed. ► Mood ➔ Changes pretty quickly. ► Gender ➔ Female. ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter. ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ No. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ I never had one. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ No. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Not really. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ No. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ No. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ No?

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Both. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Either. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Either. ► Day or night ➔ Night.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Yes. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Yes, so I did.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Both. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Taller. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Both. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Doesn’t matter.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ I never had a family. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I don’t know. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ I never had one. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Yes.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I guess. ► Who is your best friend ➔ I don’t have a best friend. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Nobody.

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#☽ :: (valin) ; letting loose the savage side of me

@vithsos:

Oh, well, this was a terrible idea.

Adelean backed away slowly as this behemoth of a machine approached him with slow but menacing steps. He kept his eye focused on the creature, ready to dodge a possible attack; he’s studied the Dwemer and their creations for a while now, so he knew what to expect of a Centurion– just not exactly when.

The steam was a kind of surprising, though. The alchemist had expected the beast to lunge at him with its large, heavily armed limbs, but thankfully he was still agile enough from the countless times of avoiding guards and their arrows when they caught him sneaking around near a dead person’s body to dodge the attack by rolling out of the way. It proved to be quite difficult with a staff in his hand, but it wasn’t impossible.

Once he rose back to his feet, he used said staff to wave it around to get the monster’s attention, so he could buy the warrior more time to get close enough for an attack; like all Dwemer automatons, magic wouldn’t do much and Adelean highly doubted his little dagger coated in poison would even cause a little scratch.

“ The closer you are, the better! “,

the Imperial shouted eventually, followed by a yelp as he barely jumped out of the way of the Centurion’s battleaxe almost slicing him apart.

The closer the better, huh? She could do that.

The clanking behemoth swung its battleaxe at the mage, barely missing cutting the man in half when he leapt out the way, and Valin took advantage of its slow speed to jump up after it. Her towering her giving her the advantage of not needing to go far to reach the ornate plating on its arm, holding on tight to it as the creature unknowingly lifted her even higher up off the ground.

Once she was level with the thing’s back the Nord’s battleaxe swung out to catch another jutting piece of metal like a weaponized hook and Valin let herself fall, using only the strength of her grip on the ax’s handle to keep her from hitting the ground again while she scrambled to find a more stable foothold.

She had done similar things like this before while fighting actual giants, and compared to a mountain of flesh and mammoth furred cloth, this thing was much easier to deal with. After a few slip ups and one unsure moment where it slung her a little too hard to one side, Valin’s foot finally caught on something, giving her that one moment of stability she needed to get herself situated.

Her large weapon swung onto her back in favor of using both hands to clamber the rest of the way up until she was settled between what she assumed was two of those damned steam pipes. Her head poked out from over itself shoulder, and when she rediscovered where the mage was the look she gave seemed to ask:

“What now?”

#vithsos #☽ :: (verse) ; the wind it will take me

@vithsos:

In between his brewing of helpful potions and deadly poisons, Adelean enjoyed researching the old culture of the Dwemer, with his goal being the discovery of something historical and entirely new– sadly said goal will not be accomplished today. That’s what he realized when he approached the gigantic doors made by folk that wouldn’t even need them to be this big, surrounded by the corpses of bandits that have been savagely slaughtered by a blade so sharp it must have cut through bone like a knife through butter.

The alchemist would’ve been impressed if the display wasn’t so utterly disgusting.

Yet, he still entered the ruin. Whatever, or whoever, ended these men’s lives couldn’t be a simple scholar; Adelean already assumed it must be a merc looking for the big money in here. Well, Adelean highly doubted there will be a lot of gold here, and more Dwemer metal that a brain-dead mercenary wouldn’t find a use for.

Well… good for Adelean, then.

As he wandered through the long, high hallways, he stumbled across Dwarven spheres that have been torn apart brutally and Chauri that were so devastatingly mutilated that they were just half their original size. Unnecessarily brutal to the Imperial, but effective to say the least.

He assumed he wouldn’t encounter any troubles ( which was surprising for a Dwemer ruin ), especially when he noticed that all the traps have been either disarmed or tripped so far, until he heard the sound of heavy metal hitting the floor, and the occasional grunt from what he presumed was the savage that came here before Adelean.

The Imperial retrieved the Staff of Paralysis off his back and jogged towards the direction of the noises, until he found himself in a large room with a human female lying on the ground, bleeding and bruised, with an actual functioning Centurion looming above her. He needed to act. Quickly.

His eyes landed on the battleaxe, that he presumed was the warrior’s. and his first instinct was to use Telekinesis to grab the axe with an invisible grasp. He looked back at the woman, before shouting:

“ Catch! “

With that, he made a rapid movement with his arm to slide the axe across the floor, back to its owner, before raising his staff to get the beast’s attention. Adelean honestly wasn’t sure if the staff’s magic would affect the Centurion, but he’ll figure out soon enough.

“ Hey! You oversized cooking pot! I’m here! “

“Catch!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her hand was already outstretched and ready, when the weapon slid back over her, without ever having to be touched. Valin’s fingers easily wrapped around the handle once again, and with a quick twist and a turn of her battered body she swung herself back up onto her feet as the giant of a machine turned to face the mage that had helped her out, and was now trying to draw its attention over to him instead. A snort that she didn’t try to hide escaping through her nose at the man’s taunt.

Unfortunately for him, whatever spell he had tried to cast seemed to do little more than annoy the thing. Another blast of heat and steam shooting towards him this time while the Nord woman shifted herself around to stay mostly behind it and therefor out of its line of sight. Eyes darting this way and that as she searched for any sort of weak spot in the metal that might be of some use to them. Anything that would either slow down or, more preferably, stop the damned thing in its tracks so she could finally get out of here.

#vithsos #☽ :: (verse) ; the wind it will take me

In the deep underground of a ruined city once belonging to a long lost race, Valin has defeated every challenge the ancient defenses tried to put in front of her. Golden bodies ripped from their spheres and tossed aside may not be too far away from the crushed gears and twitching limbs of spindly spiders. Deactivated traps cleared the way to trails of hacked up bodies of the Falmer and their pets.

The only thing left to stop her from passing through the ornate door- that had been nothing but a temptation from the moment she saw it- was the giant machine now blocking her path, and it proving to be more of a challenge than she had anticipated. It was slow, but powerful, and the head of her battleaxe bounced off the thick metal it was made of without ever leaving a scratch. All while the weaponized arms swung at her with enough force to send her flying if she didn’t manage to roll out of the way fast enough to dodge it. Darkening bruises and bleeding gashes on her exposed arms signs of the damage it had already caused to her when the battle started.

She had only just jumped back to avoid the stream of stream it had blasted at her when the arm wielding a giant warhammer swung at her again, knocking her off of her feet before Valin had a chance to dodge it as well, her beloved weapon sliding across the stone floor until it was just out of her reach.

@vithsos

#vithsos #☽ :: (verse) ; the wind it will take me

kingobrooklyn-baby

wanting to interact with other blogs but getting anxiety because they’re Cool™ and you’re a piece of lettuce is a very interesting thing to go through every day

mindsmade:

Shelob smiles –––– evenly, and whilst not necessarily warmly, it’s not entirely unkind, either. ❛ To a degree, yes. You will be at an advantage, in any case. ❜ She steps nearer to the woman now, walking the straight line between them almost as if floating. In all her darkness, she still demonstrates grace, too.

Regardless of the Dragonborn’s reaction to her approach, she stops at about a single step’s length and resumes speech one can truly hear, albeit hushed. ❛ You may try to prevent what is shown or prepare should it inevitably occur under lack of intervention. ❜ Another pause she inserts, her head tilting this time. Her features, already long emptied of its smile, morph into an expression of curiosity. ❛ What say you to this gift I offer in the face of a threat that may well swallow all of Tamriel whole? ❜

With every step she takes the distance between them grows smaller and Valin’s arm finally snaps, the weapon at her back swung around to be held in front of her with both hands now. Much like a child that would hold on to their favorite toy to feel a sense of security.

She knows that she won’t be harmed, even someone trying to lull her into a false sense of security would have gotten impatient and attacked by now. But having only a breath of air between them makes the wandering nord uncomfortable and having her weapon in her hands like this keeps her in place.

“---- Yes.” The word is hoarse and cracking, a whisper of a voice that had gone unused for far too long. It is a spoken word none the less, the first one she has said in a way that all could hear.

#mindsmade (shelob)#☽ :: (verse) ; blades of chaos ring

@rotlaust:

heyo friendo this is UR !!! amazing character & separating her from the skyrim universe as a narrative frame changes absolutely nothing in my opinion SO PLEASE go through w/ it if it makes you happy and inspires you!! this is the only thing that counts!!!

sldkfsj thank you friendo!! the consensus seems to be that people are okay with it so i’m probably going to work on shifting things around soon! thank you for input and understanding. <3 i forgot to mention this before but i’m going to keep all my threads as well! so i’m still very excited about val and skeitan meeting when you’ve got the time and muse for it.

can i get some opinions on something regarding val’s blog real quick?

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