#valh

[valhdia]

IT'S ME, HI ! ✨

Je réalise que j'ai jamais pris le temps de me présenter sur tumblr et, vu le temps que je passe dessus, ça semble tout bonnement inadmissible.

Du coup, salut. ✌️

Moi c'est Valh (ou Marie), ADHD et animartiste, je ne sais pas par quel miracle j'ai réussi à atteindre l'âge de 27 ans yet here we are. RPGiste depuis 5 ans, j'ai érigé la crise existentielle au rang de statut pro et j'aime toutes sortes de trucs divers et variés - avec un peu trop d'enthousiasme. 🐺♥️

Ici, y aura principalement des reblogs de ressources rp (beaucoup), mais aussi de trucs qui me font rire (j'aime rire) ou avec lesquels je suis d'accord (j'aime être d'accord), puis sans doute des crackships et des codes et des aesthetics faits maison quand j'aurai pas la flemme.

Voilà, c'est moi. ☀️

Bienvenue, et n'oubliez pas de boire de l'eau. 🥛

[vieraslaji]

Lääkärit kun päättävät tapaa jolla potilaiden pitäisi valmistautuu leikkaukseen: Kuinka pitkään ihminen voi selvitä ilman ruokaa? Hienoa, pakota niitä tekemään noin.

[ruuhkaaika]

seeing kuumaa in a week i feel so extremely normal about this (lies)

[luci-z-wont-shut-up]

ORDER OF THE FALLEN STAR RESPONSIBLE FOR WOODS MANOR BABY??!?!?!??

LARSON WHEN I CATCH YOU. WHEN I CATCH YOU LARSON

[lisaalmeida]

Talvez te conte, baixinho

Para que, não escute o vento,

Que eu sou um breve lamento

Ante a saudade do ninho.

Que estou de regresso e peço

Uma vida apenas mais.

Prometo que não te esqueço

Nem deixo de amar-te, jamais...

Quero dizê-lo, a ti apenas,

Em sussurros ou poemas

Como quem se prende ao momento.

Que se não saiba nem espalhe.

Nem há destino que nos valhe

Se tudo é levado no vento...

jorge du val

[angels-heap]

I feel like it’s kind of unfair to assume people only ship shepvance to get alyx out of the freehoun. You have a good point, but as someone who ships freemance and also ships shepvance I mostly do it bc i think it’d be rlly funny if adrian shephard had this tough “dont mess with me” bad boy thing that alyx likes to make fun of bc adrian shephard compared to gordon is like the cleanest blank slate possible. Gordon is a blank slate but we can already assume things about him but we dont know much about adrian at all other than he has a diary so i can make adrian whatever tf i want. if that makes sense

Again u make a valid point idk I just wanted to give my two cents 😭 sory all the respect to u i love ur ao3 fics and i reread scenes from them multiple times this feels so embarrassing ok bye

Yeah, that totally makes sense, and I don't think protecting freeh*un is the only reason people ship shepv*nce. IMO, two things can be true at once:

Shepv*nce genuinely appeals to folks who enjoy their own personal take on Adrian's character and/or find the potential ship dynamic compelling. Totally valid!

Anyone who ships shepv*nce after loudly, repeatedly criticizing freem*nce and/or valh*un shippers for shipping Alyx with a man, someone who was an adult when she was a child, someone she barely knows, or someone they perceive to have ill intentions towards her, is a raging hypocrite at best. All of those things apply to shepv*nce just as much, if not more so, as they apply to the other two ships. The sudden uptick in shepv*nce content from certain users reads, to me, as a clumsy attempt to beat the "not caring about Alyx that much and treating her character like shit" allegations.

Again, I'm mostly grumbling about this trend because I find it so annoying and disheartening to watch a handful of self-appointed "fandom leaders" pull this shit after they've spent years harassing people for fictional shipping crimes that they themselves are now committing, but don't let that diminish your own enjoyment of the ship! At the end of the day, we're all just smushing our dolls together, and as long as you (general you) are not telling people who smush different dolls together that they should die, we're all good.

And aww, thanks for saying nice things about my fics! I'm glad you enjoyed them. :D

[plumulesauvage]

Paradise in Hell 3 : The Citadel

Genre : Sf, drama, adventure, psychological

Warnings : rude language, swearing, crude parts, mention of a grown man and a little girl alone in the same room, mentions le the titties of the PeopleEater (this guy is disgustingly, sorry not sorry), Dementus (as always)

Relationships : Furiosa x oc, Dementus x oc, Immortan Joe x oc, Max x oc

Ps : just noted that I described this fic as an x reader when, actually, it’s more an x oc., sorry about that. But if you identify as Valh, then it’s my pleasure.

Chapter 2 here

Table of contents here

Valhalla was raising her eyebrow, as if saying “Told you : he’s a moron”. Looking at her, Furiosa only sighed before looking back at what seemed to be the entrance of the giant rocks overlooking her.

The two girls were sitting in their moving jail, waiting for Dementus to end his speech. The man decided a little sooner that he was gonna take over a green place called The Citadel. And he was currently trying to motivate the ones who lived in it to deliver their chiefs in order for him to take control of the fortress. Unfortunately for him, they apparently weren't disposed to do so.

And then everything went wrong. A "war boy" just threw himself for his lord Immortan Joe, and it soon became chaos. Everybody was fleeing for his own sake, and the warriors of the Citadel were fishing any bike they could. They finally hooked the moving jail, with the History Man, Furiosa and Valhalla inside.

Everyone panicked.

The History Man tried to stand as still as he could. Furiosa was being dragged in some kind of tunnel by creepy humans. And Valhalla, scared, didn't dare to let go of the jail. Dementus rushed over the girls, but he had to make a choice : freeing Furiosa from her kidnappers or helping Valhalla before she got way too high above the ground. And the History Man, who succeeded in getting out of the jail a little sooner, wasn't of great help.

Panicking, the bikers leader finally chose to help Furiosa, who was easier to help than Valhalla. The two little girls were trying to catch each other, screaming in the capharnaum.

"Fury !" Shouted Valhalla, only hanging with one arm attached to a bar, while the other one was outstretched to her sister.

"Valh !" Responded Furiosa, as Dementus was getting her out of trouble. She struggled in the arms of her savior, trying desperately to catch her sister, as she was getting higher and higher.

Finally, Valh understood that it was too late for her. If she jumped, she could hurt herself pretty badly. Plus, if Fury stayed here, there was a high risk that she ended up captured by the war boys. And she didn't want to see the only dear person to her being abducted, again. So, in a final movement of her hand, she waved goodbye to her sister by heart, with tears streaming down her face.

" We made a promise, Fury. Hold it for me..."

" But ! I cannot leave you here Valh !" Was desperately shouting at the second girl.

"May the stars be with you." Ended the first one, looking resigned. She was sad for her sister, she didn't want to let her go with the crazy maniac who killed their mother. But, at the same time, she didn't want her to become one of Immortan Joe's slaves. Instinctively she felt that being with Dementus was safer than in the Citadel.

And so, she gave up the idea of seeing the Green Place or her sister again, resigned but with the relief that Furiosa was safe from this hell of a place.

___

Valhalla was afraid. She didn't know what was gonna happen to her, but it certainly wasn't something fine.

As the war boy pulled the jail up, they caught her without letting her a chance of escaping. And they directly seized her to bring her to their chief. And now, the little girl was quietly and anxiously walking through rock tunnels which seemed never ending.

When she and her "escort" finally arrived at the heart of the Citadel, she was met with very strange and frightening people. The first one was wearing a nose jewel and some rings on his breast. The second was a giant with a creepy way of looking at her, and wore what seemed to be a breathing pipe on his face. The third was dressed as a Roman with a leather skirt and some burns on his skull. The last one, who was probably the chief with such charisma, was an old white hair man with a frightening mask and some white pants.

He - tough Valh - is the most terrifying man I ever saw in my life.

And that was probably true. Dementus was maybe scary because of his unpredictable behavior, but he didn't have this sort of murderous vibe.

Before she could notice, the young girl stopped breathing, fearing the noises she could emit. She was looking at the ground, terrified by all those eyes on her. Men were dangerous. She knew it. But not as she realized it now. If they wanted her dead, she would be dead. No option, no choice. Just their will. And she felt terribly weak. Not because she was a girl, nor because she was a child. But because they were monsters of the worst kind. Not even worth to be called human anymore.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she heard the chief getting up. He was walking toward her. And if she could disappear right now, she would have. What kept her on her legs was the relief of knowing Furiosa wasn't here with her.

The chief suddenly spoke. Short, simple, efficient.

« Bring her to the room. »

No questions. His underlings obeyed, dragging the poor little Valh in a new room, leaving her all alone waiting for what would happen to her. She was scared, thinking of it. She was gonna be alone with the chief of the citadel. No one to hear her cries. And even if somebody did hear her, they wouldn’t intervene because of loyalty or fear.

___

No matter what this man was planning for her. She would come out of this room changed, and not for the best. She knew it. Men didn’t ask, they took what they wanted as if granted. It would be the same. The horror of being a girl in this awful world was striking her right here and now. Who knew what kind of awful pleasures this man had in his safe little rock ?

While the girl was overwhelmed with her thoughts, the leader of the citadel entered the room, closing the door behind him. Shivers took all over the girl’s body. She closed her eyes and stopped breathing. But, as she was waiting for the worst to come, a hand landed on her shoulders.

Just as she opened her eyes, curious of what was going on, she saw the man right in front of her, kneeling. He was looking at her necklace. Staring intensely, as if reminded of something. The two were in an awkward silence.

As if obliged, Valhalla spoke.

“ It belonged to my mother. ” she pointed to the necklace.

The man nodded silently. He finally got up and hummed. Then he looked back at her.

“ Long time ago, before the citadel, I was guiding men in the wastelands. ”

The young girl didn’t care about what he was saying. But she knew that the more he spoke, the less he hurt. So she just listened, faking her interest in his monologue.

“ One day I met a woman. She was a full life, as beautiful as the sun, lost in the desert. Long story short, she accompanied me for years. When I took over the citadel, we argued about hurting people. She was weak by heart and I despised that. ”

How surprising coming from a guy like you. Thought Valhalla, unsure about where the story was going and what it had to do with her.

“ Finally she just disappeared in the desert. She left me and never returned. ”

“ You must ask yourself why I am telling you all of this gibberish story of the past. ”

“ Funny thing is : this woman had a necklace that I offered to her while we were still young and in love. And that was the same as the one you’re currently wearing.”

“ So. My question is : who the fuck are you ? ”

She didn’t know what to say anymore. This man was telling her that he knew a woman with the same necklace as her biological mother ? She didn’t know her much but she knew one thing : they both were Vuvalinis. And one of them would never ever love a guy like this. That was impossible. Surely a mistake. Or worse, a trap to gain information.

He couldn’t be talking about her mother.

“ I'm sorry sir. But I can’t answer you. My biological mother passed away giving birth to me. So, I can’t say that I know her… ”

How to handle this guy without telling him too much ? She didn’t know what to do anymore. Why was this guy talking about a woman she didn’t know ? Couldn’t he just let go of her ?! Plus, he was creepy looking with his mask and she didn’t want to stay in the same room as him. She wanted to go back home. More than ever. And to ask the many mothers a proof that her biological one had nothing to do with this horror of a man.

It was maybe only a coincidence. She learned that jewelry was common before the wars. Maybe two girls had the same necklace and they just ended up in different hands, leading one of them here. What an unfortunate fate !

“ I know what you’re thinking little one. That is not a coincidence. It cannot be since I had one of my men craft it for the woman I loved. ”

Oh shit.

If she didn’t have wanted to eat peaches this day, maybe she would have stay away from this fucker. But it was way too late now…

[dawn-in-waiting]

Morvenn Vahl: Spear of faith

Started and finished ''Morvenn Vahl: Spear of faith'' by Jude Reid this week.

And it was... pretty good.

Good in general, pretty solid for a Sisters of Battle book.

If you read Sororitas novels, this is worth checking out. Wouldn't recommend it as your first, there are better options. It definitely feels like the most ''recent'' one when it comes to the situation of the galaxy and the setting. Post Cicatrix, post Indomitus. Ophelia VII is rebuilding after being besieged by Chaos, takes the audiobook ''Our Martyred Lady'' into account.

The book is focused on Vahl retaking Ophelia VII from the Night Lords. Her feelings of inadequacy, failure, her doubts. What it means to be a sister, being just a human fighting the horrors of the galaxy with nothing but faith and a bolter.

It can be pretty bleak, the sisters keep getting L after L, dying by the dozen in every encounter. You shouldn't get attached to the characters, because if they're not in the cover, there's a big change they're not going to make it to the end. It also suffers from taking place in only one planet, with almost always the same scenario (catacombs or ruined temples). It can feel claustrophobic, but when you take into account the enemies are the Night Lords, that might be intentional.

For the best parts, it's great to see more sisters, how different they can be and how they all live their faith. Shot-out to one of Vahl's bodyguards, who is deaf, and their interactions using sign language.

Neat book, much better than Pilgrims of Fire, probably on the same level as ''The Triumph of Saint Katherine'' or the Sisters' omnibus. Made me want to paint more sisters and finish painting my Valh miniature, so good job.

I'll probably read ''Daemonbreaker'' next, by the same author, Jude Reid. Haven't read much from her and I'm curious to read more after this one. Another option is ''Yndrasta: The Celestial Spear''. I've never read an AoS book before, I know very little of that world, but I've heard some people recommend it and describe Yndrasta as a ''psycho''.

[bisnes-socks]

tagged by @unetonriehuja to post my top 5 songs right now! thanks for the tag <3

hihii this was surprisingly difficult but fun. i'm hyped for so much new music coming out so soon.

(tagging @taskuraketti if you wanna do it!)

[valhdia]

Pour cette enième édition de "valh aime bien trop les tags games", je remercie le merveilleux @timuschaos - love u. ❣️

Le principe ? Prendre 5 chansons de ta playlist Spotify "en boucle" et demander aux gens de voter pour leur préférée. (mon problème étant que j'utilise Deezer et pas Spotify donc j'ai fait avec ce que j'imagine être l'équivalent but oh well)

Et je nomine @dynamiiiight @halxmshiral @amaaaterasu le clan tmtc. 🐟

[jondessins]

All of my Magic OC, Said, James, and Valh

[lisaalmeida]

Talvez te conte, baixinho

Para que, não escute o vento,

Que eu sou um breve lamento

Ante a saudade do ninho.

Que estou de regresso e peço

Uma vida apenas mais.

Prometo que não te esqueço

Nem deixo de amar-te, jamais...

Quero dizê-lo, a ti apenas,

Em sussurros ou poemas

Como quem se prende ao momento.

Que se não saiba nem espalhe.

Nem há destino que nos valhe

Se tudo é levado no vento...

jorge du val

[oodlenoodleroodle]

Allekirjoittakaa vetoomus valheellisten väittämien käyttämisestä mainonnassa kiitos rakas

[plumulesauvage]

Paradise in Hell 2 : The sandstorm

Genre : Sf, drama, adventure, psychological

Warnings : rude language, swearing, crude parts, mention of Mary being killed, mention of pet names, Dementus

Relationships : Furiosa x reader, Dementus x reader, Immortan Joe x reader, Max x reader

Chapter 1 here

Table of contents here

It’s been a long day for the girls. They were exhausted, dirty and full of sand. But none of them were speaking while a woman cleaned them up. They were only exchanging a few glances, unsure of what to do. Only one thing was for sure : they couldn’t speak. Not to these men. They would destroy the Green Place just by looking at it. As Vuvalinis it was their duty to protect the oasis from destroyers like those bikers. And they were ready to die for that. Just as they’ve been taught.

The silence was filled by the howling wind outside, as a sandstorm was sweeping the camp.

One of the two men in the tent suddenly stood up, hearing a noise. After he exited the tent, the other man and woman stole Furiosa’s peach and began to bicker about it. What put a stop to the ridiculous quarrel was the corpse of the first man, falling inside the tent. Then, the second ended up dead. And Mary entered the tent, armed and ready to kill the woman.

At this sight, the two girls stood up happily and ran toward their mother.

“Mommy !” “We thought we lost you !”

Just by seeing the Vuvalini, they were relieved and ready to escape. But their mother was still wary, looking menacingly at the woman, targeting her with her deadly weapon.

“Please ! Don’t kill me ! I’m a mother too !” Begged the woman, hands up, down on her knee, with a scared look.

Mary seemed to hesitate before rushing her girls towards the exit, finally deciding she didn’t need to kill another person for now.

But, as the trio escaped, they were shot in the back, and Mary caught fire.

Despite the raging sandstorm and their motorbike, they didn’t run far enough, and were soon caught by Dementus and his men. Mary then told the girl to flee without her while she stayed behind to kill as many men as possible.

Facing this order, Furiosa tried to refuse, while Valhalla began to cry, understanding they were parting ways forever.

The girls finally obeyed, riding the bike as far as they could.

___

In the silence of the storm, Valhalla was quietly sobbing. She couldn't help it. And Furiosa didn’t know what to do. She felt sad too. Sad for her mother, sad for her sister. They weren’t sure they could escape the biker gang, but it was certain that they would never see their mother again. Knowing that, they couldn’t help but want to return by her side, fighting with her. And dying with her if there was no hope left.

As Fury was driving, Valh recalled her memories with her mother, fidgeting a necklace she wore.

Her biological mother died while giving birth to her, and her only memory was that necklace. She never knew her “real” mother, but was the happiest little girl having Mary as her mommy. And she couldn’t accept to lose a mother once again. Not now. Not because of stupid beasts who called themselves men. Why must it happen this way ?

As she was torturing herself with her fearful and sad thoughts, Fury was thinking about going back.

She too couldn’t give up. She couldn’t let her mother down. The magnificent and talented woman she had the chance to call mother wasn’t going to die killed by some pathetic men who couldn’t take care of themselves. Never. She deserved way more than that.

“Listen Valh !”

The engine wasn’t revving anymore. The bike had stopped.

“We’re Vuvalinis. We protect and take care of each other ! We’re not letting mommy down !”

Saying it out loud determined the two girls to go back to where they left their mother, with the hope to save her. At worst, they’ll accompany her in her death. No matter what, they weren’t letting her all alone.

Unfortunately, they came back in time to see their very own mother being crucified and tortured by Dementus men. Seeing them, Mary couldn’t help but cry out of anguish, understanding that her little girls would never escape those men.

“Furiosa ! Valhalla !”

As she screamed, the two girls tried to help her, but were caught.

And just like that, those two children saw their mother die in the most awful way. Just as Dementus said “There is no looking away”. This was burned in their skin and mind.

There is no looking away. There will never be. Because even if you close your eyes, cruelty will still be there. Even if you look away, people you love will still die painfully. Because that’s what life is.

Because that’s the Wastelands.

___

It had been weeks since their mother passed away. Weeks locked up in what seemed like a moving jail.

Since this awful evening, the two girls stayed silent, only holding hands. With open eyes they looked everything, everyone. There was no sleep, no hunger, no sadness, no hope left. There was only anger.

Furiosa had a muzzle because she had tried to bite every man who approached her. Valhalla was gaged because she only talked to say mean things to everyone looking them dead in the eyes.

Dementus was overwhelmed to say the least. He didn’t know what to do with these two little monsters who made everyone run away. They were a great duo at discouraging and destroying his men. But he stopped to find it funny the day he became their victim.

“Little girls are supposed to be cute and polite ! Not fucking freaks !” Had he shouted one day out of pure anger after standing with the two tornados all day. And enough was enough for the warlord. Now, he just wanted some rest.

As the night felt, he came outside of his tent to breathe some fresh air. Keeping the children was gonna be hard, he knew it the second he decided it. But he didn’t expect them to be as much as their mother. He tried to talk to them. To befriend them. Nothing worked. They were always looking at him in the same way, with pure rage and hate. But if looks could kill he would have died way before leafing them.

He was a bit discouraged, but deep down, he knew they could succeed him. They had the temper, the will. Growing up they will surely gain power. Wasn’t it epic, to know that one day they’ll avenge their mother and become warlord instead of him ?

Thinking about it gave him chills. But not of fear, only of excitement.

His men couldn’t understand. They were too serious or weak for that.

Only the Octo-boss saw through him, but instead of trying to understand he just told him that he was a creepy old bastard. “ Keeping them around, they will be the death of you.”

Thinking about that, the Aussi rolled his eyes, bored. Seemed like his men were all pussies deep down. What a shame ! Didn’t they want a chilling journey in the Wastelands ?

HE was gonna make it epic. Just wait and see…

___

As the time passed, Valhalla was more and more convinced that her kidnapper was a moron. First, he did look like a creepy old man with his disheveled hair and beard. Second, he sometimes talked like a crazy guy, shouting nonsense about “making it epic” and “mark History”. Third, he kept calling her dollface with a gentle tone, as if he was her father.

Just thinking about it made her sick. There was really something off with this guy. And she couldn’t endure it anymore. Each time she saw him, she wanted to make his little grin disappear from his hideous face. But she could even talk back to him since he just gagged her saying she was too mean for her own good.

Her only reason to keep calm was Fury.

Her sister didn’t say a word nor shed a tear since their mother’s death, and she was worried about her. She knew her sis. She was gonna try to kill the crazy bastard next time she will be put out of this cage.

But Valh couldn’t agree more.

The two girls wanted to come back to the Green Place. because they made the promise to their mother that they’ll go back. And because they didn’t want any of this “epic life in the Wastelands”. So they had tattooed the star map to remember the path to their oasis, as a secret between them. As proof that they will always be with one another, no matter distance or death. If one of them came back, then the other too.

And like that they endured each passing day in this dreadful desert. Waiting for their time to come… Patiently waiting for their revenge against the warlords who killed their worlds…

[emenolanguages]

Três sites pra te ajudar a estudar italiano:

gymglish: tem muita conjugação de verbo por aqui, desde presente ao futuro.

dicionário reverso: é um dicionário de italiano. ele também mostra umas frases com a palavra em questão, assim como também tem uma aba de conjugação de verbos.

curso dire, fare, partire: esse aqui ainda não cheguei a usar, mas foi recomendado por uma das minhas professoras de italiano. ele foi feito de brasileiros para brasileiros que querem aprender italiano, por professores de linguagens da USP. então acho que valhe a pena dar uma conferida.