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@shyvioletsgarden
when you accidentally pick up a warrior's banner in the middle of battle
i do this all the time i feel like ive done something wrong.
There was a part of the recent Living Story where the characters were looking out on some vast and majestic thing with great reverence, but when I swung the camera around the raptors looked like a bunch of excited puppies who just wanted to lick everything or try to fit in in their mouths.
More peacock raptors!
The purple one is @lisjonok ‘s, the green and blue one is mine.
Super lovely piece of Celbhin and @calleo ‘s Kjiam I had commissioned from @b-e-m-l-t ! Thank you so much :D
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Stay with the Commander, Canach. It’s safer for you, because you have the tendency to get into troubles…
Well look who it is. My cryptid self Z1-9 now has a Tyrian counterpart.
Oh wow, I love this design!
Sylvari Asks
1) Are they woodier or leafier? Succulent, deciduous, evergreen? 2) were they modeled after a specific plant? If not, what was your inspiration? 3) what kind of climate are they most comfortable in? 4) what kin of climate are they least comfortable in? 5) what’s their relationship with gender? 6) what’s their relationship with the Pale Tree? 7) how do they react to Mordremoth when they first hear him? 8) during what cycle were they born? 9) what are their opinions on Trahearne? 10) would they take selfies? 11) random headcanon! 12) how old are they? 13) what does their love life look like, if they have one? 14) what did they see in their Dream? 15) favorite thing about playing your salad? 16) what armor set are they currently wearing? 17) do they have a favorite major city? 18) what’s their favorite food? 19) least favorite food? 20) their biggest secret?
Just a couple of my sylvari. Basil and Araneolus.
i think gw2 is feelin a lil uhhh… under the weather
This just might be enough golems
Commission for @spacelingart of their Sweet Basil Leaf and @calleo‘s Ysgall. Had a lot of fun with these two. Thanks for commissioning me!
I am open for commissions! || Buy me a ko-fi ?
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE. THANK YOU!!
School Trouble
A small RP Log me and @lisjonok / @shyvioletsgarden did a while ago. Tinkerer Wilx belongs to them, and Progeny Tawnee is mine.
1322 AE — Tawnee at age of 8.
Tinkerer Wilx had been called into Splorge Metamystics Lab by the headmistress, Professor Fenn. It was where young progenies trained in many asuran studies, which his daughter, Tawnee, were a student of. Golem that delivered the notice to his shop referred to an accident that occurred in one of the study labs and that they required his immediate presence. When he arrived one of the assistants took him to the floor where the headmistress’ office were located but no one had given any information what was this accident about. On top of that, the hall he was standing had other parents waiting. Some of them were arguing impatiently about when they can leave to return to their work and researches.
Wilx smiled politely to the other parents, ignoring their glares given how, well, shabby he looked compared to them and the professors. He then adjusted the lenses on his goggles and turned to Professor Fenn, sighing quietly. “All right, what is it this time? Y'know I was doing very, very important work things,” he said. It was a total bluff as he was most likely just napping or looking at inappropriate magazines.
Professor Fenn stared down Wilx with displeasure and wrinkled her nose like had just smelled something awful. “Mister Wilx,” she said, clearly she had better things to do than be here with parents as well, “You finally made it, I see,” Fenn turned around to quiet the noisy crowd and assured them for results, then she turned back to him and added, “Follow me, please,” and she opened the door behind herself and stepped into a secondary hall, for herself and Wilx only.
Wilx gave a little spin of his prosthetic hand at the others in a bit of an unnerving ‘wave’ and followed Fenn into the hall. “All right, so I’m here. I’m assuming, given all the unhappy chatter from the lab rats in the other room, that you’re not giving my wonderful little progeny an award for anything, huh?”
Fenn did not appreciate the small chatter and just kept walking to her office. One of her assistants were waiting just outside of the door, which she herself opened. Tawnee, the little progeny was sitting on a chair. Half of her hair was down, messy and knotted with one of her ribbons badly, and her bun on the other side was loosen as well. She had a piercing, dagger throwing sharp stare in her eyes that she was aiming at the two boys, who were sitting across the room. They seem a bit older than her. One of them has been whimpering badly holding his bandaged arm, another one had a recently stopped nose bleed. Tawnee startled with the noise of the door, and looked up, her stare changed quickly as she spotted her father, it was full of embarrassment now - she looked down. "Ah…“ Wilx raised a brow, observing the little scene in the room. "What did those progeny do to Tawnee, Professor?” He asked as he walked over to check on his daughter. "Your, daughter, Mister Wilx,“ Fenn spoke, taking her seat behind the desk, "attacked her fellow progenies like a feral animal.” "And I ask again, Professor,“ Wilx said. He put a hand on Tawnee’s shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "What did those progeny do to her? I severely doubt she’d just attack them for no good reason.”
Tawnee looked up to her father after his squeeze as headmistress lowered her eyes to the progeny, and answered with a cold voice, “That, I would like to know too, she refuses to talk.” “We didn’t do anything!” One of the boys shrieked, who was holding his arm, “she started it!” “She jump on me like crazed skritt! She is insa–” “Enough,” Fenn shut down the boys, turning her glare back to the father and daughter.
Wilx shot a glare at the two boys, although most of it was likely hidden behind his goggles. He looked back down at Tawnee. “Can you tell me what happened, pumpkin?”
One of the boys snickered subtly at the nickname, which Tawnee shoot him a sharp glare making him get quiet. She then looked up to her father and then to the headmistress, and back to her father before looking away again. “They… they were saying mean things about you pops.” “Ah,” Wilx looks at the boys for a moment and then to Professor Fenn. “I think that settles it, don’t you? It’s obvious that my Tawnee was egged on into a fight. What happened to progeny respecting their elders?”
Boys exchanged worried looks with each other while Fenn continued to stare at Tawnee for a bit longer as Wilx talked, like she was still waiting to hear more of it. Eventually the headmistress spoke, “That’s… all?” Tawnee slowly nodded. “Disappointing,” Fenn commented, she simply ignored Wilx’s speech, “I expected to hear there was something more important than petty name-callings to prompt one of our students to act like a feral primitive. There will be consequences of your actions Tawnee. You are suspended for two weeks.” “B-but, my class experiment! I haven–” “The Experiment that exploded and turned everything in the lab to foam?” Fenn asked with the most monotonous voice. “Mmmaybe,” Tawnee shrink on her spot a little bit. After several minutes of long staring, Fenn turned to the boys who were holding down giggles. “As for you two,” she stared them down, “if picking on others are more important than paying attention to your studies, then you can pick up a broom and clean the labs after every use till the end of the month.” Their protesting moans cut short with another icy glare from the headmistress, she eventually turned her attention back to the Wilx, “I urge you to discipline your daughter, Mr. Wilx, she is attending to a school for education not a wrestling match. That will be all.”
“Ah-ah-ah! Wait a minute, Professor Whatever,” Wilx said, his tattered ears shooting back. “Tawnee is constantly getting bullied here. She comes home almost every day with new bruises and scrapes. And yet you give her a two-week suspension while those foul little rats just have to clean?” Fenn gave him another unamused look, “Yes, about that,” she put a pair of glasses and took out a file, “her out of class activities often includes fighting with other students, none where this much severe before, and she had filled up her warnings.” "Oh, I’m sure if you cared to properly look into it, you’d obviously see that Tawnee never starts those fights,“ Wilx said in a huff. "As I just said or are your ears too small to hear me, huh?”
Headmistress turned to the boys, “Leave,” she said only and the duo almost rushed out of the door, she later glanced back at Tawnee, “A future genius needs to learn how to overcome obstacles with their wit not with their fists,” she fixed her glasses, “none of these name-callings would give one right to put one of their fellow progeny in a medical wing, and severely injure another. Not to mention run an unauthorised experiment in the lab.” Tawnee shrunk a bit more on her spot as her ears lowered more and who could have know that was even possibly. Fenn fixed her stare on the other asura again, “She is lucky that we are not removing her from the school, Mister Wilx.” Wilx pressed his ears back, really wanting to continue arguing but saw that it was unfortunately useless. “C'mon, Tawnee, we’re going home,” he said after a moment, looking back at his progeny. Tawnee nodded and got down from the chair, she gave an apologetic yet resentful glance to the Professor Fenn then followed her father outside quietly. Other parents had already taken off from the hall with their own progenies and the place was rather reticent in their absence.
“Hey, it’s all right,” Wilx said, putting an arm around Tawnee as they walked through the academy. “I’ll make you something nice for dinner and we can talk about this tomorrow, huh?” “Okay,” she said quietly, then half hugged him as they go, “I’m sorry pops.” Wilx gave his daughter a little squeeze and smiled at her. “We won’t worry about it today. Tomorrow we’ll both have a clearer head and we’ll figure out what to do. I’m not upset, Tawnee.” Tawnee looked up to her dad, just watching and observing him as they continued to walk, without saying anything. She was more sorry that they had to call him to school than the punches she had thrown at other progenies, because they totally did deserve that. "Not even a little?“ She asked eventually. "Nope!” Wilx grinned at her. “I’m honoured that you’d defend me even though I’m not very, uh, prestigious. But… maybe the next time, you beat them with your brains instead of your fists–er, and teeth?” Tawnee gave him a big, goofy smile, with a missing tooth on the side, in relief and added, “I do the first one all the time, pops!” "That’s my girl!“ Wilx laughs and pats Tawnee on the back.
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