#valior

[wonedeus]

𝟼:𝟺𝟻𝙿𝙼: 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝚃,     𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚆;        the air is warm around her   –––   still wet from the earlier rain,    though she’d told lois to wear a raincoat lest they come across any straggling clouds.      her knuckles rap gently against the glass and the smile she wears only brightens when the other woman’s head lifts up,    a wave given through the building.      the flying woman points downwards:     meet me downstairs.      in an instant,    the body dips downwards and she descends towards the entrance,    feet gentle on the pavement.        the door opens,    @valior​ comes out onto the stairs and diana,   as quick as she can,    swoops the woman up and takes for the sky.       ❝    i hope you don’t mind the quick travel to the restaurant   –––   i got to you a little later than i wanted.   ❞         the air is warm around the both of them;    lois’ hands are tight around diana’s body and she goes,   ‘ i have not felt so alive in years! ’

their landing is as soft as they had taken to the skies,     lois set down in front of the restaurant as a man comes from the doors.      Ah  ––  lois lane,   diana prince,    the man speaks in a high and accented voice.      gesturing towards the two of them,    he leads them both inside;     diana reaches for lois’ hand and gives another smile.      ❝    i hope you like greek.    i’ve been nostalgic for something familiar.   ❞

[tyrigsus]

RX-75 [RHINO] Prototype Designed by Valior, for Valior. This hammer originally was intended for his use, obviously by its scale against a BETA series TRS model. Sadly, by the time Valior had gotten access to the technology to create such a weapon, he physically could not handle the weight of it, or the aftershock it would create. His body had deteriorated far too much, and lifting it would only fracture more of his now delicate structure. In a last-resort to preserve the design, he had the BETA series TRS prototypes use the hammer. The TRS droids themselves could not manage to lift it properly, let alone handle the aftershock of it's cataclysmic properties. Because of this, the RX-75 never officially made it to market and has remained forgotten, collecting dust in storage. The materials that the RX-75 hammer is made up of remains unknown, but is said to create devastating sonic blasts; only if used correctly. Otherwise, it's only a glorified paperweight that could be used to forge dents out of metal.

[liminal-spacethyme]

tea?

would anyone like to come by my dorm for a cup of tea?  i’ve been... avoiding people, lately, trying not to think about much of anything.  and i mean, i’ve gotten ungodly amounts of studying done, but it hasn’t helped anything else and i’m getting stir crazy.

the only people i’ve talked to the past couple days were chloroform and valior, and valior didn’t talk so much as suddenly appear and drink tea across from me in silence.  (on a tuesday, naturally.  she may have been teasing me.)

so yeah would anyone like to come by?  chloroform is out somewhere so there’s plenty of room.

[tyrigsus]

Valior, the man made of money. Due to the past wars the human race had endured, the planet earth remains poluted, unstable, and shattered. Valior originally wanted to make the planet a utopia for all beings, and for the future generations to come. But these good intentions were quickly corrupt for his taste for immortality, and human meat. Which resulted him in turning into a canibalistic wendigo demon, originally being a living deer himself. To accomplish these goals he had originally set, he has boomed a small robotics company; in which he had named Märeno Robotics. Now with this much money and the dependant beings whom inhabit this world, he is unstoppable to do what he pleases. Including and not limited to climate control......and potential control over the human concepts of time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OC accurate Valior head-sculpt. Contemplating opening up commissions for my clay figures, if I can get enough materials for a starter.

[terrorcheerarc]

in  through  the  nose.

out  through  the  mouth.

the  shaky  breath  passes  her  lips,  fingers  digging  into  the  soft  skin  of  her  elbows  as  arms  hug  her  middle.  chrissy  told  herself  that  she  had  forgotten  what  day  it  was.  that  the  anniversary  had  crept  up  on  her  so  suddenly   .  .  .    it  was  a  lie.  perhaps  she  had  been  too  aware.  purposely  not  looking  at  calendars,  avoiding  news  outlets  so  that  she  wouldn’t  have  to  come  face  to  face  with  it.  did  what  she  had  always  been  so  good  at;   played  a  part.  this  time  of  the  girl  who  had  moved  on.  who  wasn’t  haunted  by  the  ghosts  of  friends  and  family  she  had  lost.

she  hadn’t  expected  to  come  face  to  face  with  it  in  a  small  bar  in  the  middle  of  new  york,  surrounded  by  friends  who  didn’t  know  the  full  truth.  who  had  glanced  at  her  when  her  picture  had  popped  up  amongst  the  survivors.  and  so  chrissy  had  ran,  legs  carrying  her  to  the  spot  that  had  become  her  favourite  over  the  last  few  months.  she  felt  numb,  body  shaking  with  the  effort  it  took  to  hold  back  sobs.  and  she  hadn’t  noticed,  at  first,  when  another  body  sat  beside  hers.  when  a  warm  arm  pulled  her  to  their  side,  soft  words  whispered  into  the  top  of  her  head  as  she  slowly  uncurled  herself.  

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜          @valior​

it  could  have  been  hours  that  they  sat  like  that.  chrissy  held  tightly  in  peter’s  arms,  succumbing  to  the  feelings  she  had  been  swallowing  down  for  weeks.  it  felt  good  to  let  it  out.  to  cry  for  her  friends,  for  her  parents  and  brothers,  for  the  town  she  had  grown  up  in.  and, eventually,  the  tears  stopped.  her  body,  no  longer  numb  to  the  chill  of  the  night,  stopped  shaking  as  her  breathing  returned  to  normal.    ❝   thank  you.   ❞     the  words  fall  broken  from  her  lips.  throat  dry  and  sore.  eyes  still  red.  yet,  she  stays  where  she  feels  the  most  safe.  where  she  can  hear  peter’s  steady  heartbeat.  he  keeps  her  from  falling  apart  completely,  and  she  wonders  if  he  would  ever  be  aware  of  just  how  much  peter  parker  means  to  her.      ❝   i   -   i  can’t  believe  it’s  been  a  year  already.   ❞

[tyrigsus]

One of the things @alieraah gave me for christmas [along with a card, t-shirt, and unicorn popper gun-thingy]. She made Russian nesting dolls of all of my MOCs/OCs. I'm going to coat them with lacquer later to preserve the paint.

[tyrigsus]

Valior

[tyrigsus]

A recent Valior trash doodle I did in May. Screwed up one of his horns as shown, kinda regret using a pen…

Ended up scaring the shit out of this one chick sitting next to me in algebra, though. I guess half-dead wendigo things aren’t for everyone. That and I’m not too good with this kind of thing.