Moryera Thorne, professional fangirl. There is nothing disturbing under the cuddly lavender shell. I promise. (Stop laughing.)

Image by Yrael, Icon by Leiansir

keebles:

What a bunch of Ash Holes

x gw2 x ahahaha x charr x

nofacezombie:

My little baby Lupin, 1 ear has lopped but the other one still sticks up! Omg she’s my little cutie

x bun!! ;u; x

johnthemod1:

conductoroftardislight:

Remember how when Capaldi was chosen as the twelfth doctor everyone had this feeble hope that he would bring Doctor Who back to what it was because he was a film director and not the mysoginistic Moffat kind

AND THEN WE HEAR THAT HE’S REFUSING TO FLIRT WITH CLARA AND IS GOING TO BRING “a bit more gravity” BACK TO DOCTOR WHO AND "I didn’t want to be Doctor Who in a Doctor Who I didn’t like,"

GUYS

I am punching the air right now.

isriana:

The blood never bothered me anyway

leafpuppy:

1 more  scribbly before i konk out

i really wish you could customize charas bodies in more detail mostly on humans and norns and sylvari i guess but on asuras and charr i want to see a different body types on the non humanoid races so bad i just want her to be a cute fat guardian tank who can never die and for him to be a rhomboid necromancer with Nice Guns get with it anet

mauthedoog:

baras:

miguel-the-sexy-and-powerful-god:

shibakisses:

jackchasejfc:

every time I use “they” to refer to a single gender-unknown person on Tumblr, another piece of my grammar-filled heart shatters, and the pieces scatter at the bottom of hell

“They” has been a singular pronoun for hundreds of years, you melodramatic dipshit.

well… actually… no… they is plural. people use they when they should use he, she, or it.

dense motherfucker, the pronoun “they” is an english equivalent for the third person indefinite singular and has been for literally centuries. it remains morphologically and syntactically plural therefore you don’t need to shit your little pantaloons at compromising your surely rock solid grammar rules.

i guarantee every fuckin time you’ve ever had to refer to a person of an unknown gender you’ve used “they” subconsciously. (“The post clerk gave me a message for you.” “Oh, what did they say?”) but you only have a problem with it when people specify it as a pronoun for themselves because you’re a shitlord i fuckin guess.

grammarized straight into hell

summonthegolem:

….look at this shit. I made it in 10 whole minutes. Be proud of my comedic photoshop masterpeice. Rooyk the plant child has no time for your ‘starting missions’ and ‘basic living functions’ sHE HAS DRAGONS TO PUNCH.

x gw2 x sylvari x

sassydragon:

sassydragon:

but imagine if we had tiny little dragons

the size of puppies

and they would go wherever we went sitting on our shoulders and hissing at everyone who tried to touch you because you’re their most special thing in the universe and they are so tiny it’s ridiculously cute

the fact that this post has more notes than i ever expected makes me really glad 

gekkokurage:

thats the whole game

x dmmd x

yraeli:

intoemptyhallways:

i think i’d enjoy aion more if the asmodians actually looked less like generic fantasy darkness hyper pretty people and more like… fluffy gargoyles or some shit

fluffy dorks!

image

x boop! x

asksylphaire:

((original concepts: x and x … I drew these by memory tho, when I was away whoops! They’re both involved with dodgy business…))

((unless…. you meant us players, anon…?))

Share at least two terrible traits/habits your character(s) have

1) Only listens to her mentors when it suits her. Danger is fun!

2) Horrendous judge of character. Wouldn’t be able to see red flags even if they were -actual flags- and you were waving them right in her face.

What Moryera thought was going to be a normal mission to break up an Inquest krewe ended up leading her into a massive underground base, with molten metal for what looked like miles, and a great fifty-foot-tall golem that sprayed lava faster than she could run.

A norn patrol found her curled up in a snowbank somewhere in the Shiverpeaks, gibbering to herself. Something about how everything smells of burning leaves. They had to physically haul her back to town before she turned herself into a sylvaricicle.

Morning reblog!