#The vala witch

[cat-or-kitten]

Am i crazy for finding the Vala witch hot? i mean did you see her oh and don't get me started when she's not wearing the mask😫 Like step on me and break my back Sive

SHE LOOKS SO FINEEEEEE

[askefrueee3]

XII. Justice- Sive (Vala) Justice card brings themes like legality, rules, equity, equality, law and jugdement. At first, I was puzzled as to who or what to depict here. My initial idea was to paint Derek in SSL time- with photos of Anne and Jay, as his photos were evidence of the powers at play on Jorvik (and evidence also relates to law). I didn't like that painting though- so I made a second one- now with Sive. With Vala magic in one hand, and the Gunnar's hammer in the other, as those are the "artifacts" she helped Soul Riders and Dark Riders with, forwarding the battle towards it's ending, but keeping the sides equal.

[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine that Mairon comes to Middle Earth to defeat you, Melkor's most powerful servant...

Imagine that Mairon comes to Middle Earth to defeat you, Melkor's most powerful servant, and he sneaks into your stronghold with an elf and a man, all disguised as orks.

Behind the magic hiding their identities, the traitor took a form of a mortal men but you have yet to figure out why he would put on such a disguise, not that this form didn't have its charm, but it would also be more limiting than many other he could have chosen.

Perhaps he knew the elf's magic was bound to fail, perhaps he planned for you to capture him if it meant getting behind your defenses but he certainly didn't plan for the enchanted prison and chains holding him captive and weakening his power.

Nevertheless, you enjoy this little game of pretending to be oblivious as to who he is. It will be a shame to let Melkor take him to punish him for playing the Dark Lord when this war began and the Admirable pretended to side with him to spy for the Valar while they all planned his downfall.

Well, you'll just have to get the most fun out of playing with this little mouse in your trap while you still had him.

[crawlingwithmagg0ts]

Meme dump

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Today has been an incredible day at Esbjerg Fantasy Festival in Denmark.

It's amazing to see all the many wonderful and extremely diverse people, so many of them in different kinds of costumes. The atmosphere is phenomenal and welcoming and I'm already looking forward to being back tomorrow as Vala the Purple Witch.

[pandoriasmostwanted]

Making a Vala OC is lowkey hard especially when your only point of reference is Sive

[lukas-crowsong]

is it bad i want to ship sive and mrs holdsworth

[ald3r-wolfcak3]

Alder's two halloween costume this year.

The lost ranger and the pink jester

[strawberrystreamfields]

More Carolina Stuff (minor spoilers for the story quest?):

[a-m-w-worlds]

This is awesome!/gen You nailed the old, cautionary tale vibe perfectly!

A few illustrations with Galloper that I was inspired by song by @therainbowvaquero. Every time I listen to this song, it touches something inside and encourages me to draw him again 💔

I tried to draw a few moments the way it would look in my au, so some things don't match canon :>

[hirazuki]

Oh my gosh your addition to my post is amazing thank you! I love your art!

-@outofangband

Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!

It was way too funny of a concept not to draw! I'm always here for Melkor struggling with personnel management in the most mundane and ridiculous of ways XD

[askefrueee3]

Secret Second (and a little bit late, I had very little free time today sadly) prompt for @kelly-dreamway-sso 's SSO Promptoween. Today, I decided to create a sketch of my AU's take on Rosalinda. Here, she is one of the Vala witches, few that took Sive's lead and decided not to adapt to humans, but to remain hostile and keep their own customs. Despite that, her curiosity about people remained- and for many years she observed them, using illusions to appear human, in her last character picking the name of Rosalinda, and the story of affluent merchant's daughter, recently coming to Jorvik, allowing her to mingle with the island's most important. There she gets to meet young Sands, then only a protege of the headmaster to the academy of Jorvik and the lord of Pine Hill mansion, picked for this position thanks to innovative ideas for mining on Jorvik. The pair quickly grows fond of each other, exchanging knowledge and questions. Yet, their story is cut short, as Rosalinda is noticed in her true form by one of the men of Jarlaheim. Soon, Sive becomes the last remaining Vala.

[bellarkeselection]

Hey could you write for Daemon targaryen like while he's being haunted in harnehal he finds his comfort in a prisoner and falls in love with her targaryen type of love and obsession and he married her like his second wife something he listens to her obeys her admires her while he fights war for rahaenya right guess she isn't happy with their marriage but have to accept as he's crucial for her but later on when they're leading she asks him her head so they both escaped with caraxes alive to anywhere you want

His Compass of Harrenhal

Tag list - @only4thefics @superintenseart @universallyrascaldreamercookie

This request will have a couple of parts to it so enjoy and if you want to be added send that below in the comments 😊

I could hear footsteps slowly coming through the castle that I was forced to be a prisoner in. Not physically but mentally inside my mind for years and years to come. Sneaking through the hallway near the kitchen I raised my sword until I jumped around the corner feeling the cold tip of a sword against my throat. “Show yourself you ghost!”

“Not before you reveal yourself first!” I heard a deep man’s voice shifting my gaze up to meet his purple eyes that could only belong to a Targaryen.

I gulped slightly nervous that I must still be having another nightmare. “What is your name, ghost?”

“I’m no ghost, strange woman. I am Daemon Targaryen. The future king of the Seven Kingdoms. Now who the hell are you!” He growled under his breath glaring his eyes deadly in my direction.

The tip of my sword was pointed up against the fabric of his tunic shirt while he had his sword end up against my throat. Both of us never lowered our weapons while we spoke to one another. “My name is Y/n, Y/n Tully. I was wed to the late lord of this castle until I started hearing and seeing things that didn’t make sense. I’ve been attempting to escape ever since he called me a witch.”

“He’s named you a prisoner then?” Daemon raised a brow at me.

Shaking my head, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “I’m not quite sure anymore. I haven’t been able to trust my own mind to tell me what is real and what is fake for far too many years. Why are you here, if you’re truly here.”

“Have you known any of these ghosts you see to ever have a sword pressing against your throat.” He questioned me.

I replied, beginning to lower my blade off of his chest. “I can’t say that they ever have.”

“Then we may not be alone in whatever is going on inside this dreadful castle.” He placed his sword back in his belt, walking into the kitchen and I followed him knowing it was probably a better option then going back alone to my old chamber room. I couldn’t stand the idea of being a prisoner here anymore than I already had because I feared I wouldn’t make it through another night on my own. Not without Daemon by my side.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been staring into the burning flames of one of the candles I was holding in one hand and my sword tightly clenched in the other. The rain hadn’t stopped at all during the day and I didn’t believe it was going to stop throughout the night either. Hearing footsteps coming into the chambers I scrambled to my feet I spun around aiming my blade towards the shut window until someone put their hand over my mouth causing me to go into fight or flight mode. “Get your fucking hands off of me - gah!” I screamed attempting to cut the ghost with my blade.

“Gīda ilagon. Gīda ilagon, issa klios ābrazȳrys ( Calm down. Calm down, my fish wife ).” I sucked in a breath feeling the tension in my body beginning to fade recognizing the voice that spoke in my ear.

Closing my eyes I paused lowering my sword asking him a question. “Issi ao se vala nyke call issa zaldrīzes dārys? ( Are you the man I call my dragon king? ).”

Daemon’s voice whispered in my ear, hot breath framing on the side of my neck. “Kessa, issa byka ābrazȳrys ( Yes, my little wife ).”

“Daemon!” I squealed out in such a relief flinging my arms around his neck letting my sword clank to the floor without a care in the world knowing that he wasn’t in fact another ghost attempting to haunt my mind night after night.

He wrapped his arms around my waist clinging onto me like he needed me to physically breathe. He buried his nose into my hair barely letting some tears be shed from his eyes. “Y/n.”

Unaware of how long we had been there together we had come up with our own secret code system that we made sure no one else knew except for the two of us and us alone. He was fluent in high valyrian and very few people who weren’t a part of the Targaryen family could speak it. So he would teach me every chance he could when he wasn’t trying to raise an army for his queen and former wife Rhaenyra.

“Touch me, Daemon.” I muttered under my breath barely pulling away from his embrace. Needing just a tiny bit more proof that it was truly him.

He moved his hands up to cradle the sides of my face in his own hands , crashing his lips down onto mine in a very deep kiss leaving me breathless when he broke it. “I’m here, Y/n. Your dragon husband is right in front of you.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck I drew him in for another long kiss. He threaded one of his hands into my hair drawing out a moan from me. We remained attached to one another making our way back to the bed where I collapsed onto my back with him hovering above me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I went to kiss him but a loud knock came from the other side of the door. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me.”

“I’ll go tell the asshole to leave.” Daemon got up from the bed, flinging the door opened seeing the caretaker of Harrenhal. “What the hell do you want this late hour!”

The man extended his hand holding out a letter. “A letter from Dragonstone, my king.”

“Who’s it from?” I asked him sliding down off the bed walking over to him, taking it from his hands and tearing it open. I began reading it aloud since Daemon seemed to be in no mood for any company tonight except for me. “Dear Daemon, I have been wondering how the search for men for my army is going. It’s been quite a while since I’ve heard anything from you so this is me asking for an answer. I need more men to secure my throne and my birthright. Keep your word and loyalty to your queen and wife , Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

“You’re first wife. She’s the one the late king Viserys named his rightful heir right?” I asked him sitting the letter down on the nearest table.

Daemon lowered his purple eyes to meet my gaze. “She’s actually my second wife. My first died on her horse, then her until the night I met you in this castle. I need to give her an army to help her take the throne back.”

“You’ll need the support of the Riverlords. House Tully controls how loyal they are. I can speak to Lord Grover for you.” I draped my arms over his neck and he put his hands on my hips bringing me closer to his body.

Daemon smiled widely down at me, kissing me deeply a second time not caring the lord was here. “Brilliant and beautiful I certainly won with you Lady Y/n Tully.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[fandom-chameleon23]

The Phial of Galadriel

Ok so I just finished The Two Towers in my re-read and reviewed some silm passages for reference. Thoughts inspired by @partfae and @elladanns posts on Galadriel as a “dark witch” and how the pj films led to some misunderstandings about her character.

A long, long time ago, there were Two Trees, basically made of pure light. They were created by Yavanna, one of the Valar. The trees and their light were Good with a capital G and Feanor crafted his Simarils to reflect their light. It was said that Galadriel’s hair was so Light and Gold it looked like it had “caught in a mesh the radiance of” one of the trees.

Ungoliant represents the opposite of all of that. She is more than Dark, she is Nothing- a Void that devours all Light and Beauty. (I’m talking with capitals because these things in the story seem to represent Concepts for Tolkien). Melkor, another of the Valar, teams up with Ungoliant to destroy the trees. She drinks up all of their light, and then asks Melkor for the Silmarils, which he had captured. Ungoliant craves beautiful light and she’s powerful enough to overwhelm it.

Fast forward to the Third Age. Galadriel, lady of Lorien, bearer of a Ring of Power, after defying the Valar in pursuit of the lost Silmarils in the First Age, crafts a Phial and gives it to Frodo. She captures the Light of a Silmaril (Eärendil’s Star) for this Phial.

So far, Frodo and Sam have used it in two places. First, Frodo grasps the Phial when the Witch-King of Angmar is exerting his will over Frodo to put on the One Ring, and it enables him to resist.

Second, the Light drives away Shelob, who we read is the last child of Ungoliant. Shelob seems to have the same powers of Darkness and Void, and Frodo and Sam remark on the unnatural dark in her tunnel. They starts losing other senses as well. When Frodo first uses the phial, he cries, “Hail Eärendil, brightest of stars!” Shelob has apparently heard this thousands of times and doesn’t flinch. But when he calls Galadriel’s name, she pauses.

When Sam uses the Phial, he uses a few lines from a song dedicated to Varda, another of the Valar and the Lady of Stars. This, coupled with his “indomitable spirit” sets the Phial ablaze and drives Shelob completely away.

There are a few things that I find interesting about this. One, Galadriel, who once rebelled against the Valar with Feanor to pursue the Silmarils, now has gifted the light of a Silmaril to the Ringbearer, and it is set ablaze through praise of a Vala. That seems like an important evolution for her. Second, the Light of the Phial is enough to dramatically hurt Shelob, whereas Ungoliant devoured the Trees themselves. That could just be due to a difference in power between Shelob and her mother but it still stands out.

Galadriel’s magic here is so Light, and so powerful *because* of its light. It’s also stronger than that of the “witch”- the morgul-king.

[rinravenkeep]

The Trees are part of the Squid's Plan! (major main quest spoilers)

After spending way too long playing through the new quests in SSO, I've come up with a theory. A real long theory. That the Life Wardens are siding with both Dark Riders and Soul Riders in order to repair the Wild Weave and reconnect with one another, inadvertently helping the Dark Riders to free Garnok.

Lemme explain.

This is the map in the Fort Maria portal room. It shows the seven major Life Wardens that we know of, but it also gives us some clues about the story going forwards.

First, the obvious.

Yeah, there's no way that little illustration in the corner is anything but Ol' Squiddy's Tentacles. But we knew he was imprisoned between worlds, in neither Pandoria nor Jorvik - so finding out he's been chilling in the Wild Weave, or a location only accessible by it, makes sense.

Next, when it comes to putting a name to each of these trees I think most are fairly self explanatory. We've known about most of these trees for years, even if they've never been a part of the story, such as with the Ice Tree by the Stonecutter's Vault in Dino Valley, and the Unnamed Tree way up near where you finish the Red String Trail in the Firgrove Mountains.

Where it gets interesting is with the two trees I couldn't place; such as the one between the Sentinel Tree in Mistfall and the Ice Tree in Dino Valley; and the one on the far left, signified by floating islands.

In my mind it makes sense to have a couple of the trees sprouting in Pandoria, since the two worlds are connected by the tree roots - and the only floating rocks I know about are in Pandoria - but who knows.

Overlaying the normal map on top of these locations makes it pretty clear that they're supposed to correspond to real map locations. The only anomaly is the Ice Tree and Sentinel Tree, whose positions are reversed on the portal map.

What's interesting is that Garnok, if I'm following the map's logic correctly, would hold exactly the same positioning as the Dark Core Oil Rig.

(For context, we know the Rig's position from old skybox errors that used to show it when stood in the right spots, some maps from the books (which I know aren't always canon anymore, but hey it's the best we've got) and, most recently, if the player looks South when entering Devil's Gap, thanks to that little black hole we helped Sunshine open up recently.)

Where am I going with all this? Okay!

Firstly, we know that the trees have helped the Dark Riders in the past. The Life Wardens have repeatedly said the only loyalty they have is to each other, and quite frankly after what the Jarl did, who can blame them. (Thanks Jon).

This is going into massive spoiler territory for the most recent quest as of 17/1/24 so if you haven't completed it yet, flee.

The Sentinel Tree in the Wildwoods has been corrupted by Pandorian magic for a while now. But in the newest quest, we saw Sabine using the Runesmasher to break into it and create a portal to free Erissa.

Side tangent about the hammer:

For those who didn't play the Halloween quests, basically one of the Jarl's servants got the ice valley smith to make a hammer that could destroy runestones, broke one open, and a Vala witch gave him immortality. Aka. Sive (or an identical Vala witch), who is deeply connected with the Life Wardens and who probably gave Sabine the hammer when we saw her in Devil's Gap, has no problem with this action.

The Life Wardens, or at the very least Sive, their ally, wanted the portal opened and Erissa freed.

Why?

To re-grow the Wild Weave.

Assuming Garnok's position on my map was correct, the only way the Dark Riders now have to free him is to go directly through the Wild Weave.

And since we're good people who like nature... yeahhh the Soul Riders are totally going to end up healing some trees and inadvertently opening the path to Garnok wide open.

Oh yeah. We're going to mess up royally.

[windforestsso]

The Vala, witches or Ydris I wasnt sure if they could be count as civilan or small villians so they got their own seperate option.