#virali

[theonehotnews]

Il mistero delle sei scienziate russe allo Spallanzani

[sofiaozzi-blog]

Questo pappagallo pigro che rifiuta di alzarsi dal letto è tutti noi (VIDEO)

Tweety adora trascorrere le proprie mattinate sotto una coperta morbida e calda, anche quando la sua migliore amica, Rio, cerca in tutti i modi per svegliarla.

L’adorabile video!

[sofiaozzi-blog]

Gatto adottato viene stregato dalla musica classica (VIDEO)

Questo gatto, che è stato salvato dalle strade di Tel Aviv e adottato dalla sua padroncina, è visibilmente colpito dai suoni che raggiungono le sue orecchie.

Il gatto, ribattezzato Khaleesi, non sa bene come reagire alla musica classica che fa da sottofondo.

Credit: YouTube/My cat Khaleesi

[alphazi]

oh yeah for last week’s guild missions half of dia went through angvar’s trove in tonics

[alphazi]

[Dia]’s new discord icons

[alphazi]

rainbow glowing sylvari and tags ALWAYS make the party lively

[magistervirali]

quietly holds fingers and weeps

[magistervirali]

i'm not a writer at all, roleplaying and art i'm far better at, but i feel like ive never really elaborated on what happened during that rp where virali was kinda utterly betrayed so i wrote a simple fic of the aftermath, kinda this is way before i even had a gw2 blog. ____________

Within the damper parts of southeastern Caledon, Virali was on a stroll with her love. If a stroll also included burning risen to a crisp and continuing on one's merry way, at least. Still, it was pleasant, just being with him. The bugs were making sounds that sung of summertime, as it near always was in Caledon, and the waters were fresh and cool to the touch under their feet, stirring up sand and rock as they moved along.

Now, with flames crackling behind the magenta sylvari, the smell of burning leaves and rotten blossoms rising into the air as they break away from their bodies. It was growing dark, the fire illuminating the area around her. Virali stands from her spot in the shallow waters, droplets dripping off the leaves of her armor as she raises an arm to wipe at her eyes. She could hear hounds in the distance, friendly ones, perhaps on a search for what all the noise was earlier. Wardens did what they could to save young sylvari from the Nightmare.

It was foolish to trust him. It was foolish to trust his friends. It was foolish to think all those little dark quirks he had weren't Nightmare, just his personality. He was a necromancer, after all! They have tendencies! Don't listen to the wardens, they never trust anyone!

So he said.

The warden and their hounds run, splashing through the waters, giving soft whines and gentle nuzzles to Virali. They were thankful she fought their battle, but upset by her tears. She shakes, falling back to her knees, dropping her daggers that had once earlier shot flames and rock and electricity forth. It was too much for someone so young.

Wrapping her arms around the hound's neck, she rests her head, the sound of a warden asking about her ringing distant in her ears.

Safety had come.