#velia

[chaikachi]

face to face - pt. i

Some new ocs I've been experimenting with lately. 🎭

[zero0810]

I'm playing through White 2 for funzies

[pekoeboo]

through the veil

Rating: T Word Count: 570 Warning Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Supernatural Elements, Immortality, Whump

Summary: A small snippet based on Khalan's first confrontation with his own immortality and the moment he arrived in Atria. During this harrowing experience, he has a brief encounter with a mysterious being that resides within the boundary between life and death.

((Story fragment from Act I of Home Is Where You Are, a collaborative story that I'm working on alongside @cookieg122.))

Note: Big thanks to @baskervilleshound for proofreading this and helping me edit! Even though it's short, I really appreciated her suggestions and it helped to make this small piece a bit more impactful, imo <3

also on AO3 and deviantart if you want to support my work there, as well.

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A voice. Long, slender fingers. Sad eyes. A shimmering veil.

Khalan felt like he was dreaming, and yet, at the same time, fully awake. His body ached and burned, remnants of a scream still caught in his throat. But he couldn't make a noise. He couldn't move.

He was floating, the world around him swirling about in a blinding mess of vivid, iridescent hues. Was this limbo? Had he finally succumbed to death after the torment he just subjected himself to? It was hard to tell. All he knew was that he struggled to maintain a grip on reality itself as he drifted through this strange, otherworldly realm.

But he wasn't alone.

An impossibly tall, winged woman stood beside him. Though her expression was soft, he could feel her eyes piercing into his very soul – even from behind the veil that covered her from head to toe. She spoke again, her voice just as delicate as her touch. The words that left her mouth were in a language Khalan had never heard before, yet somehow they formed within his mind in perfect clarity.

"You shouldn't be awake." Her whisper-like voice was melancholic. Sympathetic. A subtle undertone of confusion rippled beneath each word that Khalan couldn't help but pick up on. "You weren't supposed to see me."

A hand reached out, cupping his face in a gesture of comfort. He tried to say something in reply, to ask her what was happening and where he was, but all he could manage was a terrified whimper. Everything still hurt. It was hard to breathe.

"You'll be alright," she assured him. He quickly noticed that her voice began to fade, as did the rest of her image. That comforting hand drew away from his face. Darkness overtook the blinding light and engulfed him entirely.

"Don't worry. You'll wake again soon."

Those distant words echoed in Khalan's ears for only a moment. Despite his panic, a horrible sensation of heaviness pressed on his body as exhaustion set in. Each nerve and ligament ached with a pain he had never experienced before, yet he was too tired to react.

For a moment, everything went black. His body turned cold.

And then, with a sudden start, he opened his eyes.

The world around him was dark and uninviting. Nothing but stone met his gaze, and he felt himself lying on a hard, flat slab of solid rock. The room was freezing cold and damp with the smell of deep earth.

Khalan pushed himself up, eyes wide, heart racing, gasping for any ounce of air that he could pull in. Each quick, deep breath he drew in wasn't nearly enough to fill his burning lungs and shake the resulting bout of dizziness that had taken hold. The smoky stench of soot and burnt flesh that emanated from his tattered robes certainly didn't help, either.

There was no mistaking where he was. The slab he had been lying on was the only proof he needed.

He had woken up in a tomb. That terrifying revelation already made him sick to his stomach, but muffled noise from beyond the wall was quick to grab his attention and send another shock of panic through his heart.

Someone else was in here with him, he realized. Someone who was just as scared and overwhelmed as he was.

And that someone sounded like a child, sobbing from behind the wall of stone.

[min-xie]

[clavis-est-ad-solem]

«Velia is a man! She has no mammary glands, uterus and other female organs.»

Bro, her bio-code is XXXY.

[nanotide]

Velia usually whispers observations and theories to Gerard, since he's the most likely to listen.

[lalivella]

Paestum, Salerno

Paestum è una località di vasto interesse archeologico situata in Campania esattamente in provincia di Salerno è costituisce una frazione del comune di Capaccio Paestum, a circa 30 chilometri a sud di Salerno. Il nome latino corrisponde a Paistom, così come fu denominata dai Lucani che la conquistarono.

I fondatori la chiamarono Poseidonia in onore del dio del mare: Paestum e i suoi templi sono oggi patrimonio dell’UNESCO e Paestum rappresenta il sito archeologico meglio conservato ai nostri giorni. Sorge sulla piana del Sele proprio sul golfo di Salerno: la piana, aspra e selvaggia, è un esempio perfetto di archeologia di rara bellezza. La cinta muraria è ancora perfettamente conservata e così anche le quattro porte della città: le frazioni principali sono rappresentate dal Foro e dai Templi; il grado di conservazione di questi maestosi monumenti è davvero apprezzabile soprattutto per quanto riguarda i templi dorici dedicati a Hera e Athena. Esternamente alle mura sorgono numerose necropoli e tombe affrescate, con un museo ricco di oggetti e arredi provenienti dalle necropoli. Da non perdere la Tomba del Tuffatore, una delle più belle di Paestum. Altre attrazioni importanti da segnalare sono l’Agorà, la piscina, l’Anfiteatro, il tempio italico e il Bouleuterion greco.

[unik0rnu]

Autumn in Velia

[EU] Unikornu

[the-grove]

The water splashed against her face as she tried to focus. The droplets felt like they sizzled from the warmth radiating from her face. Memories that weren't hers flashed through her head. This had happened before, but not from this perspective. Just who was it, and why were they no longer in the castle. Perhaps the better question was where were they to begin with. Some absconded ruins deep in some forest.

She walks back to where camp had been made. Perhaps he will find a note from whoever did this. If not that at least a clue to there identity. She digged through the backpack and other traveling gear, she felt impressed. Whoever was in charge knew what they were doing, a wide variety of survival tools were packed, as well as several change of outfits. So it definitely wasn't the Princess. Whoever it was they even remembered to pack Skar's armor. That's when he found it. A necklace, a prop one, well made but not of quality materials. Where had she seen it before... Despite it looking familiar he couldn't place an exact memory. He kicked a nearby stone and grumbled when it hurt more than he would have liked. He sighed and let himself fall into the bedroll. He felt a thud underneath his head and reached underneath a pillow. A journal. Their journal. She opened it, and ran her fingers through the pages. Countless writings and correspondences between her and Labelle. Others came and faded but none of them had been particularly chatty. Eventually she came across the way most recent page, written in a messy, large, dramatic writing read, "BE FREE, DARLING...,Love Velia. Lets chat soon." Skarlett sighed in frustration. Was that all she could think to right. She began to pack up the campsite. First task will be to find civilization, get word of whats going on the kingdom. Then decide what to do next. Whatever comes next, she'll need to be prepared.

[theadorepiper]

Black Desert Online - Velia

A calm scene but I am not calm because Woosa Awakening is releasing in a few days.

[ofviolentdeath]

kid meme - Damian and Sean

Name: Velia

Gender: Female (she/her)

General Appearance: A lot of summery clothes, a lot of color and tank tops and shorts

Personality: Outgoing, charismatic, playful

Special Talents: She's a water spirit!

Who they like better: Sean

Who they take after more: Sean

Personal Headcanon: Because of Velia, her dads had to build a large pond in the backyard because she starts to get ill if she's not around or in water for too long

Faceclaim: Luca Hollestelle

[chaikachi]

face to face 🎭

wanted to post them both together uwu

[the-sons]

[thewasteland2]

A UNA COMPAGNA

Scrivere per tessere di mosaico comporta il rischio di ripetersi, ma il peggio è se ci si contraddice. Neppure tanto però: potrebbe migliorare l’elaborazione del testo per capire le ragioni della contraddizione, o l’esame dei differenti contesti, studiare il senso del seguire se stessi. Forse si è già scritto di “retorica” in questi testi, e non di ars retorica, ma banalmente ciò che intendiamo…

[min-xie]

[xena58]

Un giro nel profondo del Parco del Cilento, ci sono molte cose interessanti lì: la pianura del Vallo di Diano dove una volta al suo posto c’era un lago gigante, dal quale non è rimasta traccia. Monumenti culturali unici di rilevanza mondiale: Velia, il Monastero di Certosa di Padula e le Grotte di Pertosa #viaggi #travel #viaggiare #viaggio #italia #vacanze #italy #turismo #certosadipadula #campania #viaggiaresempre #travelling #scavidivelia #travelblogger #vacanza #padula #photography #estate #viaggiarechepassione #viaggiando #trip #viaggiatori #traveling