#valie

[eldamaranquendi]

Irmo Lorien & Este the Gentle, Lady of Healing

by Rene Gross

[maraharme]

Can we get a Aulë and Yavanna sipping tea of some sort?

Those two seem like the chill valar who watch everything instead of getting involved into drama.

Personally, they didn't seem that way to me 🤔

Let's remember. When there was, let's say, a golden age in Valinor, when all the elves and even the Noldor 🙈were pure in mind and body, the Valar gladly taught them their magic, shared their knowledge in art, healing, communication with animals and plants. Therefore, the elves who returned to Middle-earth in the Exodus understood the nature around them well and easily found contact with it.

This desire to teach and teach is well described in the moment when Aulë created the first dwarves: he could not wait for the first children of the Eru Iluvatar. But he also greatly respects Manwë, who has already forbidden all Valar to interfere in the fate of the inhabitants of Middle-earth, remembering the result of the war with Melkor. Then everything that they had created was destroyed.

As for Yavanna, she loves plants and nature very much. She can be considered as an image of Mother Nature 🌿 and all plants: trees, flowers, herbs, etc., these are her children. And that's why she cares more about them, because no matter how majestic nature is, it is very vulnerable and easy to destroy. That's why I think her strong concern for plants is justified.

I depicted this couple caressing each other in nature during breaks from their worries. The tea mugs didn't fit, but they are there.

I hope I managed to convey the warmth, affection, care and most importantly the love of these beautiful Valar and now they don't seem so cold and distant 🥰❤️

[higherentity]

[syfouu]

@cursedbyrey

cats are literally sniling

[valicalliali]

When Satoru fucks, there’s two sides of him you’ll get to see. 

“Hah, such a pretty thing. Look at you, why’re you tryna run away from me, huh?” A smirk spreads across his face, his hips snapping towards yours at an alarming pace. The feeling of his throbbing cock sliding against your velvety walls has him biting back a whine, applying more pressure against your hips. Your moans are like music to his ears, only urging him on. He grabs one of your legs, throwing it against his washboard abs, hooking your leg over his shoulder. “Oh, is this a better angle, sweetheart? Yeah? You like how deep I am?” He coos, licking a slow stripe across your ankle. You could only whine at the feeling, his tip kissing your cervix softly with each thrust. It felt like he was everywhere.

“Nnghh, baby, you’re so tight-” He whimpers, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His thrusts were sloppy, his cock flushed a pretty red. You’ve been going at it for hours. The feeling of your drooling pussy, gripping him like a vice, threatens to overwhelm him. His weeping tip mushes against your sweet spot, making you let out broken whine the feeling bringing you closer to your nth orgasm of the night. “A-ah-hah, baby, you close again?” He’d murmur, a dopey smile on his face. “C-come for me, please-” He moans, hips picking up speed once more. The searing hot pleasure makes you let out a loud keening noise, clamping down on him. A high-pitched whine leaves his mouth, spilling his load into you. “Hnngh, s-so good- so good. You did s-so good.”

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[asksavel]

The End

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Cameo's under the cut:

Solavi and Levas's Wedding:

Traveller - @/askthetraveller Cedric - @/monifandoms Dawn, Dusk and Twilight - @morva-doodles Serra - @askteamspirit

Late night Visitors:

Omni - omniandco Janus - @ask-mirage-mews

Hospital professionals:

Agatha - @neverlandfaerai Robin - @book-of-legends Acacia - @bugsofpetalroot Ami - @ask-dream-fighters Claire -@/iamyourdoubt Elara - @ask-404dungeonnotfound Cream - @guardians-of-dreams Lalu - @asklalu Minerva - @phantomguild Primrose - @/monifandoms Sarah - @ask-sarah-and-co Satchet - @soulspectrum RJ.EXE - @/askthecanvasguardians Tai - @/parnikkapore

And patients:

Joule - @dailyashleighraichu Elliot - @ask-elliotgang

Town visitors:

Jolly - @/ask-dream-fighters Annalise - @ask-pokecats Curce - @/curce Cipher - @themeowsticvigilante Gemini - @askthehalfshiny Snow - @ask-a-learning-ai Nancy - @/ask-dream-fighters

Therapy office and patrons:

Chime - @askchimeknight Walter - @office-pokemons Tsubayuki - @askiceboundlopunny Sunny - @churchofyolk Bijoux - @redolentgrove Kane - @a-shy-mimiktwo Ninetails - ifbench Destino - @ask-the-royal-absol Simon - @ask-prince-manaphy

Town visitors (part 2)

Scarlett - @psychicduo Lenox - @askbohemiancompany Rosemary - @noblejanobii Sai - @askpokemoncrossover Shinji - @pmd-waveringfate Abigail - Office-pokemons

Notra and Antono's Concert:

Mariko - Askstormscall Zhen and Abigale - @lustrous-dawn Ginjiro - @symphonies-of-silver Rimi, Edin and Noelle - @ask-the-shiny-pokemons Rayden - @johto-succession

Pop - @pokege-ne-project Medley - @harmonia-university Linda - askiceboundlopunny Sophie - @team-pokefriends

Wandering Traveller:

Diane - @ask-diane

Flying with Savel:

Amber - ask-dream-fighters Copper Bloom - @diamond-and-pearl Niel - @askthe-eleazars Persues - @poniquest Quetzal - @asktheisle Solblitz and Vayu - pmd-waveringfate Theory - @iamyourdoubt Vela - @askwish

In the Forest:

Mollie - @the-reborn-ancestor-project Armani and Gabriel - noblejanobii Althaea - @pokitsune Hazel - @batwing1012 Wo-Chien - @/the-feral-one Serafina - @/ask-serafinas-harem Nick - @/thestaticsquirrel Vourison - @/morva-doodles Zephyr - @/askteamspirit Nova - @/occasionally-adventuring Kaine - @/ask-my-memoir Eclipse - Nova

Celebrating on Mt. Moon:

Quetzalcoatl - @/sphaeramjourney Riley - @/brokenpokeworld Shauna - @/ask-a-silvy Van Livine - @/askthe-eleazars

Ultraviolet - @/distortionmewtwo Morris - @/askleaderscrest Luelle - @/darling-zorua Loki - @/redolentgrove Skarla - @/megamannickblog Osseth - @/morva-doodles Zantsu - @/ask-suicune Mochi - @/inaris-pokemon-world

Thank you to everyone who loaned me your wonderful characters. ;v;~ I can't tag everyone because of Tumblr's limits, sadly, but I hope all those who contributed see it!

[yourgothgirldowntown]

I am not a daddy's girl, I am my father's daughter which means that I will shoot you on sight if you do me wrong

[disease]

“INVISIBLE ADVERSARIES” [109M.] VALIE EXPORT | @ AUSTRIA, 1977

[thirdity]

I've always told people that for each person there is a sentence — a series of words — which has the power to destroy him. [...] [But] another sentence exists, another series of words, which will heal the person. If you're lucky you will get the second; but you can be certain of getting the first: that is the way it works.

Philip K. Dick, VALIS

[lemondoddle]

I can't believe how the tables have turned

[eldamaranquendi]

Nienna, Lady of Mercy by  Rene Gross

[maraharme]

Can you make a valar version of yourself? What you would look like as vala.

Uhh what a task you gave me 🤕

I've been racking my brain for a long time, I just couldn't make up my mind. It's okay to just figure out what kind of Valar (Valie) I would be, but we also need to make sure that I fit well and logically into Tolkien's world. And this is a task with an asterisk.*

There will be a lot of text, so go make yourself some tea or coffee with cookies right now...☕️

🔺At first, I wanted to be a Valie that protects children. I almost made up a story about how I would (naturally in the image of valie) She saved the twins Elured and Elurin.('But Maedhros never found them!') Would shelter them, teach them healing magic, and grant them the ability to transform into animals and birds. Therefore, the first version of the art depicts two storks – these are Elured and Elurin. As a result, they would become my assistants, flying over the village, making sure that everything was fine.

Why storks, just because I really like these birds (even if it looks like an allusion to my culture and Belarusian nationality, but this is purely a coincidence)

Based on this image of Valie, my close communication with other Valar would be like this:

▪️- I would communicate well with the Lord of Arda, Manwё Sulimo, and his wife, Varda Elentari, since with the help of their abilities I could also see the world and observe what was happening (naturally, if the Lord of Manwё allowed me to do so)

▪️- I would also communicate with Irmo Lorien and his wife Este, as children often have nightmares and are very afraid of doctors. Extra support wouldn't hurt.

▪️- And of course, Nienna — compassion for the prematurely departed and for those who still have to go through difficulties.

As you can see, it turned out to be some kind of nonsense. It also seemed to me that I had gone too far with the stork theme and decided to change the art and history.

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🔺In the second option, I decided to become Valie muse, inspiration. My role here is already quite modest. I am a simple valie, who inspires the peoples of Middle-earth - to feats, in art, in invention, and the like.

Connections with other Valar :

▪️- Irmo — as inspiration can come in a dream (remember Mendeleev)

▪️- Varda and Yavanna — because admiring the stars and nature, you get inspired to create beautiful paintings, romantic stories, songs and poems

▪️ - Ulmo — how many poems are dedicated specifically to the boundless ocean

The second option, in my opinion, is more suitable for Tolkien than the first one. But still, it's kind of raw and... naive, I think. And I didn't bother much - I only changed the background. I removed the storks and added a Telperion instead.

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Therefore, before posting these two works online, another thought suddenly occurred to me.

Once I was looking through beautiful photos of the Pinsk marshes - Polesie, Braslav lakes, Yelnya swamp and other beautiful places in my country. And it immediately dawned on me – "Exactly, swamps. So scary and dangerous – but at the same time majestic, mysterious and beautiful." And without hesitation, I began to draw new art.

🔺Valie Mirime (which means free), lord of the swamps. I chose the name for a reason, as it reflects the character of this image well.

I prefer a quiet life, away from intrigue, but when a threat looms, I don't stay away.

I communicate closely with Ulmo, and while Valinor was a part of Middle-earth, I helped the children of Eru with him, despite the ban. I could lure the orcs and other dark creatures of Morgoth into my swamps....leave them there forever (hint understood)

I gave the good travelers rich fruits and fresh water. And my mists protected their sleep and hid them from the dark eye.

Morgoth also wanted to lure me to him, but after my refusal, he poisoned my domain out of a thirst for revenge, and now almost all the swamps of Middle-earth are dangerous. I managed to preserve my swamps only in small areas near the waters and rivers of Ulmo. And after the arrival of Istari, Radagast was able to heal several more sources that were not greatly distorted.

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I think the third option is more logically suited to Tolkien's world. And while I was typing this post, it dawned on me – in the third art, everything came together hormanically, namely: let me remind you, if someone doesn't know, I'm from Belarus and my country is famous for its numerous rivers, lakes and swamps (because of this, we sometimes call our country blue-eyed). And I really love nature.

As a result, we get Valie, the "Lady of the swamps." And everything worked out well with Tolkien's world, and I was able to unobtrusively, not so obviously, add something of my own. And the name, by the way, was just perfect, I didn't even think about it. I took this name because this image is more freedom-loving and prefers solitude. But for me it already has a different meaning.

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That's what happened. I hope it was interesting to read. You can choose which image you like best. At the end, I attach a couple of beautiful photos of swamps, which inspired me.

[austrianjello]

let the man be excited. jeez

[valicalliali]

Riding TrueForm!Sukuna’s stomach mouth.

His large hands resting on your thighs, keeping them open as the wide, wet muscle that resided on his stomach lapped at your drooling cunt. A wide smirk adorns his face as you writhe and squirm, your nails leaving thin red marks on his tattooed skin. “Does it feel good, brat?” He gives you a sharp-toothed grin, cock straining within the confines of his robes at your precious sounds. The large appendage tongues at your clit, circling it before pressing down firmly. Body arching towards him, you let out a sob at the overstimulating pleasure. “Hnngh, ‘kuna, ‘m gonna c-cum-!” Your whimper, trying to lean forward and bury your face in his neck. “Yeah, yeah, come on my tongue, my nasty little minx.” He growls, hips subconsciously jerking upwards to intensify the feeling. White-hot waves of euphoria washes over you as you reach your peak, slumping onto him. His tongue laps up the nectar of your release, humming contently. “Good girl, brat.” He says, one of his hands coming up to pat your head. “But don’t think we’re done just yet. I’ve gotten you off, now you have to pay me back.”

all works written by ©valicalliali + please do not steal, modify or translate any of my works unless permitted.

[loveesiren]

CONGRATS ON 1500 FOLLOWERS! You deserve every single one of them and more 💕 absolutely love your writing 🔥

May I request a T.O.P blurb with "can't sleep?" and "we can't keep doing this?" 👀

Thank you so much babes!! <333

Vali's 1500 Celebration

warnings: smut, mdni 18+

wc: 1.3k+ (this ended up being longer than I planned lmfaooo I tried to make it short I really did)

You laid wide awake in the cramped tent, glaring at the ceiling like it had personally offended you. Beside you, Jiyong snored loud enough to scare off any wildlife within a five-mile radius. You turned your head, watching him sleep with growing irritation. His limbs were splayed out across the ground, mouth open, a thin trail of drool creeping down his cheek onto the shared pillow. Charming.

You let out a quiet scoff. This entire trip had been his idea. “We never get sibling time anymore,” he said. “It’ll be fun,” he promised. And yet here you were—freezing your ass off, stuck in a tent with your overprotective older brother who insisted on bunking together because “I need to protect my baby sister.” You were only a year and a half younger than him. You could survive a weekend in the woods without supervision, thank you very much.

Still… you had to admit, it wasn’t all terrible. Seunghyun was here. And that made everything a little more bearable.

You waited until Jiyong let out a particularly loud snore before slowly inching your way toward the entrance. Every crinkle of the sleeping bag made you wince, but he didn’t stir. Just flopped onto his back, oblivious as ever. He’d always been a heavy sleeper.

Rolling your eyes, you carefully unzipped the tent and slipped outside into the cool embrace of the night.

The air was crisp and you instinctively hugged your hoodie tighter around your body. Most of the camp had gone quiet—just the occasional crackle from a dying fire and the distant hum of crickets. A few stragglers were still awake, laughing softly around a dim lantern, but no one paid you any mind as you stepped into the shadows of the trees.

That’s when you saw it—a tiny orange ember glowing in the distance by the creek. A cigarette. Seunghyun.

You made your way toward it, careful to avoid snapping twigs beneath your feet. As you drew closer, you found him perched on a smooth boulder, cigarette nestled between his fingers, his other hand resting on his knee. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him like mist.

“Hi, Oppa,” you whispered.

Seunghyun flinched slightly, surprised, but when he turned and saw it was you, his features softened. The corners of his lips pulled into a quiet smile, and the moonlight painted his face in silver.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked as you lowered yourself beside him, your shoulder brushing his.

He shook his head, flicking ash off the edge of the rock. “Too quiet,” he muttered. 

“Sounds nice. I can’t sleep with Jiyong’s snoring.” You scoffed, taking the cigarette from him and taking a long drag.

“Yeah, I don’t miss living with him.” Seunghyun chuckled.

You smiled to yourself, eyes drifting to the water as it shimmered under the moon. The silence that settled between you was comfortable, like this moment had been waiting for you all day. Just you, him, and the quiet pull of something unspoken.

You stubbed the cigarette out on the edge of the rock, the embers dying with a soft hiss. Without a word, you shifted, sliding into Seunghyun’s lap, your knees framing his thighs. Your arms looped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. You leaned in, capturing his mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.

He groaned low against your lips, his hands instantly roaming—rough palms finding the swell of your ass beneath your shorts. He squeezed, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough. But just when you started to lose yourself in the kiss, he broke it—his breath brushing against your cheek.

“We can’t keep doing this…” he murmured, voice barely above the rustling of the trees.

“Why not?” you whispered, lips ghosting over his jaw. Your hand slid between you, fingers brushing against the hard length straining beneath his pajama pants. “You like it. I like it. So what’s the problem?”

He whimpered under his breath as you stroked him through the fabric, his head tipping back against the cool night air. “Because you’re my best friend’s little sister…” he said, as if trying to convince himself more than you.

You kissed a slow trail up his throat, your breath warm against his skin. “That just makes it even hotter,” you teased, voice soft and wicked.

He growled at your words, the last of his restraint snapping. His hands gripped your hips firmly, lifting you just enough to tug your shorts and panties aside. You helped him, impatiently fumbling to free him from his pants. The second he lined himself up at your entrance, you sank down onto him with a slow, breathy moan.

Seunghyun cursed under his breath, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. “Quiet, baby. Gotta be so quiet. Can you do that for me?” he whispered harshly, eyes dark and pleading. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, your wide eyes locking with his, pupils blown. Slowly, he lowered his hand, placing it back on your hip to help guide your movements.

You bit your lip hard as he thrust his hips up, the thick drag of him hitting deep—right where you needed him most. The pressure was overwhelming, delicious. You held on tighter, your breath catching in your throat.

“Fuck…” he groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “You feel unreal… the way you squeeze me…”

Your moans spilled out in soft, breathy whimpers with each thrust. Seunghyun reached up, slipping two fingers into your mouth, and you took them without hesitation, nearly gagging when he pressed them deep.

“Can never be quiet, can you?” he panted, his pace growing faster, sloppier, as he bounced you up and down on his cock. “So fucking tight… so wet… shit, I’m not gonna last…”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your body already trembling. That familiar heat coiled in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter until you were seconds from falling apart.

“You’re close, huh?” he breathed, his voice shaking. “I can feel it, jagi… fuck, cum for me.”

His words snapped something inside you. You clenched around him hard, stars bursting behind your eyes as your orgasm washed over you in waves. You felt him stiffen, his grip bruising as he followed right behind you with a broken moan into your neck.

You collapsed against him, your chest heaving, your skin sticky with sweat despite the cold air. His arms stayed around you, cock still buried deep inside, as you both tried to catch your breath.

“You make me feel so fucking good,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

A soft smile ghosted his lips, but it quickly vanished when a voice cut through the trees—

“Y/n?!”

Your blood ran cold. “Shit! My brother!”

You scrambled off his lap in a flurry of tangled limbs and whispered curses. Seunghyun helped you, his hands fumbling to pull up your panties and shorts as he tucked himself back into his pants.

He grabbed his cigarettes, quickly lighting two, and handed you one just as Jiyong’s voice rang out again, this time closer.

“I’m here!” you called back, praying your voice didn’t shake.

Jiyong burst through the brush a moment later, hair sticking up in wild directions, eyes squinting from the sudden light of the moon. “What are you doing out here?” he asked suspiciously.

You blew out a slow drag from your cigarette, shrugging. “Can’t sleep when you sound like a fucking jet engine.”

Jiyong grumbled, settling beside you on the rock with a huff. “Should’ve just woken me up. I wouldn’t’ve minded company.”

Seunghyun forced a tight-lipped smile, offering the pack and a lighter. Jiyong took one without a second thought.

The three of you sat there in a tense silence, the smoke from your cigarettes curling up into the stars. You could still feel Seunghyun’s touch lingering on your skin. Your thighs ached from how quickly it had ended.

Jiyong, luckily, was as clueless as ever—especially when he was half-asleep. But Seunghyun’s hand brushing yours beneath the rock was enough to remind you just how close you’d come to being caught.

And maybe… how badly you wanted to get caught next time.

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[eroticlamb]

Vali Myers as the Witch of Positano, August 7, circa late 1960s ♡ Photographed by Eduardo Fernandez