#vaero

[carriecorzetti]

old oc redesign :-]

[oxavane]

SCREAMING CRYING EXPLODING i am so normal about them

[an-unprofessional-artist]

Hi! I just wanted to let you know that I love your Red Dragon character!

If Red Dragons weren't so Red Dragon about things, mainly interactions with other Red Dragons..... her and my girl, Bloodfang, would probably get along nicely.

Oh no! We should have let them get used to each other through the door first

[lowkey-tunes]

Desire - Vaeros

[times-chu]

Another piece of traditional art, once again acrylic on canvas plus ink on paper. This is concept art for a scene in one of my weekly ttrpgs that sadly we never got to play out, but maybe I'll get to come back to it in my writings. It's called Birth of the Fell Star, and features the deity Vaeros up at the top there, who is important to the lore in the world I'm compiling out of my adventures.

(Please don't repost my art or use it in a public space.)

[captainhancock727]

Vaeros - Long night

[hawktalonflame]

Beat the next Keeper battle at Horizon Beach! I decided to go for it before either of us reached Lv30 and unlocked more skills.

I also fought another guy and uhhhh learned (remembered? idk) you can at least flee from (some?) Keeper Battles, unlike vs trainers in Pokemon. Thank goodness because everything keeps shredding through my previously-a-lifesaver Frosty's shields in Magma Caverns ;_;

...I'm gonna re-specialise its skillset, upgrade some defensive equipment, and shift to a more defensive light form, see if that helps. It might be good to redo everyone's skill sets; I've unlocked enough passive effects that my monsters will get buffs and charge stacks and I won't know what I did XD

Oh yeah I also evolved my Vaero (a bird), this might be literally the only evolution I get to do in my run, we'll see! Evolution was already less commonplace in Monster Sanctuary without the addition of hatching monsters already evolved - though I guess shifting is almost like evolution. Starting to shift a larger portion of my team now!

[heyiamhzvan]

| TRI THỨC |

Động cơ của một con tàu khổng lồ bị hỏng và không ai có thể sửa chữa nó, vì vậy họ đã thuê một kỹ sư cơ khí với hơn 40 năm kinh nghiệm.

Anh kiểm tra động cơ rất kỹ lưỡng, từ trên xuống dưới. Sau khi nhìn thấy mọi thứ, người kỹ sư dỡ túi và rút ra một chiếc búa nhỏ.

Anh nhẹ nhàng gõ một cái gì đó. Chẳng bao lâu, động cơ đã hoạt động trở lại. Động cơ đã được sửa chữa!

7 ngày sau, kỹ sư đề cập rằng tổng chi phí sửa chữa con tàu khổng lồ là 20.000 đô la cho chủ tàu.

Chủ sở hữu: “Cái quái gì? Anh hầu như không làm gì cả. Hãy cho chúng tôi một hóa đơn chi tiết.

Đơn giản: “Gõ bằng búa: $ 2.

Biết gõ ở đâu và gõ như thế nào: $ 19.998”

Tầm quan trọng của việc đánh giá cao chuyên môn và kinh nghiệm của một người ... Bởi vì đó là kết quả của những cuộc đấu tranh, thử nghiệm và thậm chí cả nước mắt.

Nếu tôi làm một công việc trong 30 phút, đó là bởi vì tôi đã dành 20 năm để học cách làm việc đó trong 30 phút. Bạn nợ tôi những năm tháng, không phải phút giây.

Saturday, 9 Mart 2024

[viridianreverie]

Most of a whelp's diet consists of cooked meat and eggs, cut into small pieces. When they are a bit older, they can add insects, bones, and small crustaceans to their diets as a crunchy treat. For fussy whelps, or as a reward, honey can be used sparingly as a sweetener.

-Vaeros, Nursery Director

[oxavane]

Durgetash just hits different. Where else can I get the Act3 vibes of 'I came here to get intel and betray you but deep down in my body's muscle memory the feeling of you brings overwhelming comfort'

[Me going on for a bit about feels under the cut] vvv

Gortash meeting Vaeros in private and going from "Is that really you? Not the mindless puppet parading around at the head of that group of misfits- is it you again? My equal? My partner in crime? That which I thought lost?"

Gazes flickering, fingers interlocking. A stutter that is so foreign in his voice, but there's something undeniably his down there, something that Orin's blade couldn't butcher.

And Vae replying back with "Help me remember"- he doesn't know what's here, but it fells good and nice and logic and it all makes a bit too much sense to simply treat Gortash like another Ketheric or Orin. He doesn't know who Gortash is to him, but he wants to rediscover that all over again.

Yes these two will end up with complicated backstabby dynamics all over again, ofc. But for some brief, blissful moments- everything is simple and comforting again.

[an-unprofessional-artist]

Vaeros is a red dragon that I played in a short-lived campaign back in 2021 where everyone played dragons. She was hatched and raised to succeed her mother and ascend her throne, learning to keep their domain free of other dragons and collect tribute from the kingdom below her lair. Inevitably (due to a prophetic curse on her crown), Vaeros’ mother was slain by a group of adventurers on a noble quest. Shocked and disillusioned, Vaeros retreated to her lair.

When she was still pretty young, Vaeros fumbled her first encounter with a strange dragon pretty badly and got blasted out of the sky by a black dragon (played by my friend’s brother). She got a cool lightning scar out of it though

[freydis-freydat]

How odd a concept it was to have been brought into the world without having to grapple with the concept of death until now. She wondered quietly if he could still be killed if he was able to return to Avalon, but suspected the rumors of the dwindling branches would not make it so. It seemed frightening and cruel to be forced to have to reconcile with such an unavoidable fate, but then most things that Eivor had encountered were frightening and cruel from Freydis’ perspective. “So they made you this,” she began quietly, gesturing to his Elvhen polymorph, “to make you into a weapon more quickly?” It confirmed something she was already beginning to conceptualize and try to accept; there would be no world in which Eivor might be happy passing the remainder of whatever time he did have in his Elvhen form. Quietly, despite herself, she asked, “What did they say?” She had more questions, dozens more, but she realized he had pushed so hard against the boundaries of what had previously been known to him in the few minutes that had passed between them. Others could wait, they could afford a small break. Freydis simply nodded that she would use the name he preferred, but she did not think Vaeros was one to be earned. She found it to be bespoke to him already, but his redemption was not hers to chart. 

“What is it?” she asked quietly, openly at the sight of his tilting head. She wanted to reach out, but she feared smothering him–she was perpetually censuring herself lest she become too suffocating. And then she suddenly wanted the earth to swallow her whole. She shrunk visibly under the arc of his grin, almost caved beneath the weight of his amusement. “It’s not such a ludicrous line of thought,” she tried to argue quietly, but her humiliation was evident. Mercifully, it was also short-lived, and she rebounded slightly as she barbed back at him, “If you would be my personal god, you’d find yourself with a deeply faithful acolyte.” Back to their flirtations of faith–blasphemous as they were unserious. “Do you remember what happened?” she asked, searching his features. “Do you think it was by chance that you landed here, or that something divined it?” She hoped for the latter, though she was not sure it made a difference. 

Freydis softened at his question, but her eyes fell into their laps rather than managing to stay with his own. “I had done so little with my life but look the other way at every injustice that showed up on my doorstep screaming for my attention,” she responded quietly. “Who would want to remember a person like that?” Now, she did not feel that this was quite true; certainly the chances she had been given to push back against injustice in her youth was squandered, but she was running herself ragged now in a futile attempt to make up for lost time. Her eyes, already downturned, reflected the light that illuminated his veins, and as always she looked like she would be a moth to the flame to reach out and grab it consequences be damned if he didn’t stop her or she didn’t come to her own senses in the nick of time.  “That is not how I put it,” Freydis reminded him, her posture regaining a bit of her confidence as she corrected him. She could not resist but to twine her finger around his and drop a gentle kiss against his top knuckle before releasing him. “And while that is my preference–that is not all I meant by cheaply.” It didn’t bother her to explain it to him, she suspected he genuinely lacked the context and consideration for what she meant. And it was important to her that he knew. “I do not wish to be had or treated as a conquest on the mere basis of availability and opportunity,” she tried to explain. That had been the depth of her connection for so long, pretty and false words to lead her to fall into the first available bed when she was nothing more than a dare, an experiment, or a joke to her peerage in the Iskaran court. Girls had tried her one for the experience, and boys, the ones who had not tried to entrap her in gilded lies to usurp her fief, had treated her as an opportunity to prove they were braver than the next boy, that they were not too coward to knock on the door of some forbidden house. “To be a convenience is not enough for me, I don’t have the stomach for it. That doesn’t mean it isn’t tempting, that I don’t think about it,” she muttered, her eyes tracing the shape of his lips as she explained this to him. She knew she had a reputation for being virginal if one was being charitable and frigid when one was not. Freydis had been reared in a culture where it was not so desirable for a woman to be quite so direct about what she wanted; she was somehow unrelenting about her insistence to wait for what she felt she as worth nonetheless. “Much like you hid behind the cloak of the Vanguard, as a woman I chose to hide behind the veil of disinterest. You are not the only one practiced in restraint. But I don’t want a momentary bed partner because it is easy or casual: to me, cheap,” Freydis told him, rounding back to the operative word. “I want to matter–even if it’s only for a while.”

"I dont know, what we called days and months back then. In Avalon, time was never ending. Mortality was...a problem only for those outside of Avalon." He spoke slowly, not entirely for Freydis' benefit, but to piece together what his fragmented memory was slowly putting in line for him. "But in this form, I grew...faster. Dragons age slowly, very slowly. Even now, I'm considered...far less than an adult. But forced into Elvhen bodies – as permanent spaces – it allowed our powers to grow quicker. I remember, now. What they said." It seemed like an out of body experience, watching what he'd become through the eyes of someone else. Of the magistrate fusing with a spirit, a corrupted one – they'd made Nik what he was, just as they'd forced Eivor into one. "Eivor. It's what I know most. What they gave me. Until I earn my name back, it is not for others to know."

He tilted his head at her question, though the sentimentality of her previous words were not lost on him. Eivor couldn't imagine carving himself a place in such a corner of the world. A gentle one, at that. A human woman, touched by the fey, protector of the Veil, pulled through the Arches, and he was an experiment gone wrong; an escaped animal, ready to snap his jaws at anyone who got too close. "You think me a god?" His grin was slow, shit-eating, almost – before he shook his head. "Once again would you be on your knees before a god, Freydis?" Her second question made him hum, "No, neither of those things relate to me. The Old Gods had the ability to become dragons, so they say. I am not a person who became a dragon." It was the opposite, yet still – Eivor had been locked away, a weapon – he was not free to see the Sundering for himself. "Something happened, and I escaped in the chaos. I'm starting to believe it was...this – coming here. Time manipulation, like you would not believe."

"How could I forget you?" It seemed like an obvious thing; they'd marched at the back, Eivor had shown her his ability, and the look on Freydis' face had been worth every moment. He held his hand up, the prismatic colors on his veins shining once more. Gone was the ability to manifest lightning, and in its place, Eivor's true ability of prismatic magic. An absorption of magic still made him shine. Her words made his seem less than – but he'd never had such a relationship before. He and others usually took what they wanted from each other, and went on their way. This was different. Her use of the word cheap made him tilt his head. "No fucking other people," he put his finger up, like it was the point she'd been making all along. His smile remained, an easy one – something unfamiliar to him as well. Perhaps this was what it was like to be enthralled with the feeling of a place to find comfort.

[frogdude]

New outfit for Vaeros!!!!!

[bloomvalyria]

sparxshipping headcanon list pt. 1

You all asked for it ... and here it is! These are just the ones I can currently think of. They all technically apply to the Broken Pieces Universe but not really, so please keep that in mind as well. There are a couple more I could've added and did but they're way too spoilery for the trilogy so I cut them, but I left a few that are a bit more vague. When I can think of more that are non-spoilery I will make another (hence the pt. 1).

I tried to go with more fluffy, wholesome ones for this. So ... yeah. I’m way more nervous about this than I thought I was going to be. Let’s just jump into it!

When Bloom moves into the palace, Baltor does sneak in to see her pretty much every night, but Bloom’s worried he’s going to be caught so they decide their secret meet-up place is going to be the royal library on Roc.

After one particularly rough day at the palace, Baltor takes Bloom to the stables where she finds out there are no horses on Sparx, instead they have dragons. And he shows her how to ride one. It quickly becomes one of their favorite things to do together.

When Baltor finds out that Bloom can sing, he teaches her old Sparxian folk songs and when they're alone he'll have her sing them to him.

They tell Mike and Vanessa about their relationship before they tell Oritel and Miriam for obvious reasons. However, Baltor is more nervous to meet Mike and Vanessa. He knows out of both sets of Bloom's parents, they're the ones he really needs to impress.

In fact, the first time Baltor meets Mike and Vanessa it's because Bloom drags him to Gardenia for Christmas. (Yes, I have oneshot for it. Did I ever finish it? Of course not. It’s been sitting in my docs for like 4 years.)

After Oritel announces that he does not approve of Bloom seeing Baltor, just to piss him off, Baltor will regularly crash royal gatherings as Bloom’s unspoken plus-one. And even though it’s unspoken, Baltor always makes it perfectly clear to everyone that they’re together.

Magic is something they’ve always bonded over. Any time Baltor acquires a new spell book, he always teaches what he learns from them to Bloom. And he actually helps her learn the ancient languages so that she can read them and learn them on her own.

Out of all of Bloom's friends, Baltor oddly enough forms a not-really-friends-friendship with Stella. They claim they hate each other but Bloom knows they’re lying. They respect how much the other cares about Bloom and end up bonding over that. They also share a flair for dramatics and regularly enjoy poking fun at Bloom and her ignorance of the Magic Dimension.

Bloom does have a stripped back version of Baltor’s Mark just because she wanted it. However, it does have a tracking spell in it as a precaution in case Baltor can’t find her using their Dragon Fire connection.

Bloom used to partake in witchy activities (think spell jars, crystals, tarot, etc.) before she came to Alfea. And the first time Baltor sees her room back on Earth, he's stunned to find that since she did have powers, she accidentally created some things that actually work and they’re crazy powerful (i.e. crystals with elements of the Dragon Fire's healing abilities, spell jars with chaos magic inside them, etc.). The magic-obsessed idiot begs her to let him have them. She eventually caves and let’s him.

When they’re not on Earth, they spend most of their time on Sparx at a place called Vaeros Manor, which is Baltor's family home. It sits on the coast on the outskirts of Dragonswood, looking over the Western Sea. The master suite offers a superb view of it, if you catch my drift.

Baltor knows he will be slaughtered if he doesn't, so he does make a point to ask Stella for permission to marry Bloom.

Bloom slept in Baltor’s bed with him one time and now he despises sleeping without her. It was the first time he’d slept through the night since before he joined the Ancestresses.

Yes, Bloom has shown him Labyrinth. Yes, he is very confused by it.

[ode-of-odr]

The large tiefling shrugged, perhaps he could tell this one, after all it was one of the few stories he had that didn't end poorly. A realization he had too often and did little to improve his social skills.

He took a drink from the waterskin before he nodded and considered where to start with his story.

"I had stumbled into the High Forest. Which sounds silly in hindsight but I had never known life outside the Northern Dales, had no map, I was truly surviving by sheer will and who knows maybe the grace of a god taking pity."

Raserei smiled a little, "I can still remember how taken I was with the trees, everything about that place screamed ancient and magic. Truly it feels like a place left by time. A place locked in a part of history few if any remember. A scout for the Tall Trees circle found me, and rightfully thought I was a danger to this ancient place, but impressed I had survived in the forest as long as I had alone. So they brought ne back to their grove. It would seem their leader who was a great deal more than they appeared, needed an outsider's help."

Gods if he had at that moment in time realized he was talking to a dragon he would have been far less rough with his speech. He was lucky he left the meeting alive looking back.

"He was not sure how but a great spirit, almost like a local god of sorts from Rashamen had found it's way into the High Forest, and no one knew how or why, and they couldn't get close as it would attack. They planned to kill it as it was upsetting the balance, but Silvanus communed with this leader, Vaeros Fireshield, and said not to and that help would arrive. I guess they thought it was me."

Secrecy made sense to him-- it would to all drow. The wizard could respect that at least.

In the dancing firelight, he could relax enough to reach into his bac and produced a small wineskin, made of tanned leather and ceramic. The sip he took was small, just enough to taste. "That sounds like a story."

Slowly, he offered the wineskin over to Raserei. "Is it a story you would care to mention?"

[viridianreverie]

"Lasztak, please get her down from the tree. She is almost an hour overdue for naptime!" - Vaeros, Nursery Director