#valuna

[guardian-angelxiv]

Next in the event series, Val and Una!

Seriously, these two are so fun to pose

[saphirs-rant-corner]

Fun facts and tidbits about my OCs!

Celestial edition :3

For your entertainment while reading!

Today I am here to rant about my celestial inspired medieval OCs! So settle down and enjoy my ramblings ehehe...(don't mind the drawings, I made them when I first got my iPad, so they're a bit rough lmao)

This story line revolves around a young boy named Luan (in this case with the meaning of "moon"). Luan is a simple farmers son living in a small village west Valuna, a dry land yet the people are still able to harvest well enough to come by. Despite his poor upbringing, the majority of his childhood he spent in happiness. With his older brother Eadger as his role model and his younger sister Cynethryth by his side, things seemed to be just as they should be.

However, one day in the midst of autumn coming around and a political tension arising between Vasnor(Ost) and Aglea(West), war has been brewing and slowly coming to a high that has affected many people, including Luan and his family. The order for any capable man to serve, Eadger was forced to join the military to serve their country, the first rip in Luan's perfect picture of the world. Many months he'd wait for his brother to return and this war to come to an end, until his own village was hit.

Fire spreads from house to house, knights on horseback wreck havoc in the streets, capturing innocent villagers and taking them as hostages. Luan's parents were taken as well, leaving only him and his sister. During the fire, Cynethryth had run in to attempt to save their parents against Luan's words, and once the knights notice her, they charge towards her. Luan, panicked, runs in after his sister and raises a sword that he had kept in their farm and places himself in front of her before the lance could hit.

Now as a small flashback info thingy, the sword he had grabbed in potential defence is one that Eadger had given him. The sword, unlike any other normal silver sword, has a shining blade with the moon rotation carved into its side, the handle a golden color. Eadger had told him to keep the sword hidden, an old tale saying it was a legendary sword greatly sought after. It's said only the moon blessed can wield it, a person worthy of the moon goddesses powers.

After deflecting the blow with barely steady legs, Cynethryth had ran away this time as Luan told her to do so, he himself unable to get up from the strong blow, sword clinking to the floor, a faint glow emitting from it the last thing he sees before he faints from the hit and exhaustion crawling up his body.

Luan would awake in Vasnor territory, later on figuring out that he'd been taken instead of killed. Turns out they wanted to make him into one of their soldiers, their curiousity in him for some reason peaked.

I am still figuring out some general details after the beginning part, but slow and steady wins the race! Anyways, here are some small facts and headcanons now that I have of them :)

I have based Luan off of Noah from elsword! You could say Eadger was based on his brother as well, but only slightly.

Cynethryth's design was accidentally inspired by little girls COA costume from identity v (I really like the skin a lot for her lol).

Cynethryth also often gets called Cyra (Sun) by Luan.

When Eadger had told Luan about the sword, the two would sneak out at sunfall and practice swordplay.

A design for a later part in the story is inspired by Fire Emblem Valentia's Berkut(Luan) and Rinea(Cynethryth). Only design wise though, not personality or arc wise.

You could also take Noah and Clamor in the Celestia Class as design inspiration for them.

Yes, Cynethryth dies. She takes on the spirit of the sun in wish to stay by Luan's side.

Luan gets dubbed the "moon child" due to his pale skin and later on due to his affiliation with the moon goddess.

Eadger was the main provider for their family before being taken for war.

Despite being forced to serve, Eadger is proud to fight for his country and get away from farmer life.

Luan likes to watch the stars a lot, it was his favorite pass time when Eadger was gone. Cynethryth would often join him.

The goddess of the moon is called Celene.

This about concludes this little ramble! These OCs are still rather new, I've only made them a about half a year ago. My inconsistent ass can't keep with one story at a time, but they do stick around every now and then, so perhaps you'll see more of them!

Also, would yall be interested if I started a blog where I actually write about my OCs? Like make one shots or even write a consistent story? Do let me know! I am out now, Bai!!

[raspunset]

Nos vamos de boda, gracias Sole por confiar en mi! 😍#valuna #proboca #boda #amistad #wendy (en Las Palmas de Gran Canaria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjdj9fPol-d/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[youre-ackermine]

A 💜💚VALUNA DATE - JANUARY 21 st - PART TWO

For Milk @the-milk-anon

Since it's so cold [omg I'm sorry, your nose is red because of me 🥶] I brought some soup instead of sandwiches & it's still warm as I poured it in a vacuum flask ! I hope you'll like my pumpkin + carrot soup, with some Garam Masala spices I mix myself. For dessert, we'll eat my apple & hazelnut cake.

*****

Now we warmed up a bit, we can go to this week-end's big event in Avignon.

"Cheval Passion" takes place every year around january 19th or so. Thousands of horses & horse lovers meet there. We go there every year because the kitty cat used to be a dressage champion hehe.

You can buy horse riding equipment or outfit or even horses, you can try horse-related activities or sports (carriage driving is the kitty cat's favourite), there are demonstrations of horse related trades (the "gardians de Camargue" from our area this year) & dressage competitions.

The "gardians" work on bull breeding farms (like gauchos in Argentina) in Camargue. Their short white horses (Camargue species) are perfect for this region of swamps [in Camargue' they grow rice in paddy fields like in Asia ; also there are shit tons of mosquitos there in summer, it's disgusting !] The gardians wear a traditional black velvet outfit on occasions like this.

If you're not too tired, I can buy as much as French fries as you'd like to eat & then we can go to the "Crinières d'Or" an amazing show in the evening.

*******

Now it's getting late so I drive you home !

I hope you enjoyed this new date as much as I did ! I 'm looking forward to going out with you again soon <3 [Hug & boop on the nose 😳]

Gute Nacht mein Schatz !! Küss 💖💖

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[Also tagging Sailor @sixpennydame because she loves horses & enjoys reading our date posts !!

Kisses Bestie 😘]

[guardian-angelxiv]

I was supposed to do a bunch of pics for my wolships but I wanted to make it more fluffy rather than somewhat intimate. So anyway, here's this one on its own

Val and Una are a cute couple

[jashikuarts]

Late valentine drawing of my bf's and my characters from Final Fantasy 14. I love their height difference!

[thatsuittho]

To celebrate International Fanworks day and @mi6-cafe‘s rarepair February, I made a rec list for James/Alec fic specifically set around Goldeneye.

Not rated:

Of Secret Agents and Fellowships by Lanna Michaels - James is reading Lord of the Rings. Alec is cleaning his gun. Domestic bliss, as usual.

Their conversation isn't SFW but the vibe is pretty chill. It’s a nice slice of life.

Gen:

Possibilities of Love by Lanna Michaels - What if Alec had told? But, then again, what if he hadn't?

I really like the branching nature of this fic. The author imagines each point of divergence, for good or ill.

For us, Alec by Sirenswhisper- The Arkangel mission doesn't have the disastrous result of Golden Eye as Alec is forced to realise how much he means to James. 

The rare GE indulgent fluff.

Mature:

Kisses Across Universes by Alexis_Tenshi - Five universes in which James didn’t let Alec fall, plus one universe he did. But somehow, in the end, they’re always together. And kissing on the Goldeneye antenna platform.

This is delightful, well thought-out, has mostly happy endings and attracts my love of what if scenarios. 

Next Time, We'll Split the Bill by Catchclaw- Sometimes, James finds Alec. Sometimes Alec finds him. It isn’t safe, or smart. Any of it. But god, it feels good.

Canon compliant, but hurts oh so good.

Explicit:

in a morning's blue by Anonymous - After returning from a mission, James spends a morning worshiping Alec's languid body.

Pre-Goldeneye, it's just delightful.

Quip by disorderly_redhead - James has a few things he needs to tell Alec, if he can only get him in a position to listen. That position might just be tied up in a nice Cuban hotel. This is clearly, wonderfully self-indulgent and I stan.

kiss don't kiss/do kiss do/Mile High Spies by were_lemur - A little angst, a little schmoop, a little PWP. There is so much condensed into these little drabbles. And having all three is a joy.

The Code for Love by were_lemur - Even in bed, Alec speaks in code. Canon compliant character study.

Strangeness on a train by were_lemur - My take on the train scene from Goldeneye. I have a weakness for Goldeneye fixit fics.

Paranoid by devilchicken - Originally posted to Livejournal on 21 March 2003, for an "invisibility cloak" challenge. Oh man, this is just a tiny gem. Go read it.

Series:

Goldeneye Reflections by Zephyrfox - Goldeneye fixit. It was a cold, dark night when two former friends met at Statue Park and spoke of trust and betrayal. Their meeting might have ended in death, but instead it led to a much more interesting encounter. James and Alec were betrayed, by someone in MI6. Now that they are together again, it's time to go hunting.

Zephyrfox has written more than one GE fixit fic, but if I had to pick, this one edges out as my favorite. It is a treasure.

For Alec by helens78 and valuna - James and Alec have a rocky history; they've been lovers and enemies, but somehow they've always needed each other. Equal treasure, but in a different way. The third fic is pretty dark, but this series is worth reading just to experience the first two.

[youre-ackermine]

💜💚 Valuna Birthday Date 💜💚

It's Milk's Birthday today 💚 @the-milk-anon my Waifu

My Beloved Waifu 🌹❤️

For your 🎂 birthday 🎂, let's pretend we're already in Spring !!

Take my hand & follow me for a date in the area where I live & enjoy the beautiful fields of coloured tulips 🌷🌷

There are several places around my little town where tulips are grown before being sent to the Netherlands. Here's an article about this here

This is a picnic date, so let's sit on a blanket under a tree & enjoy the view & the food !!

Menu : Tomato & Mozzarella Salad / Zucchini Pie / Chocolate Birthday Cake / Pink Monster for you to drink, I prefer red wine 🍷😉

As a gift, this beautiful fanart by @rebel96 ❤️🌹❤️

I hope this day will be full of joy & love, you deserve it ❤️❤️❤️

Küss mein Schatz 😘💜💚

[desaconchego]

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[calywitsune]

End the Nightmare Pt. 4

Valuna has at least kept her mouth shut until the pair had left the camp. They were grateful for that; while they would not hesitate to be aggressive if attacked, especially with the current circumstances, they were glad to have left without much commotion.

Once they were a good distance from view, Mani sifted to his flight form and gently ushered Erelae into his back. She sighed heavily as she laid herself across him.

“Enjoy the flight, I’ll make it smooth.” he cooed, and she smiled into his fur. After so long she finally had a chance to stop and breathe easy, however short of a time it was before they made it to the outskirts of Stormwind.

They would go directly to the King, they hoped, not wanting to find any more obstacles in the lower ranks of commanders. He was also one of the most understanding connections the Troupe had the pleasure of knowing. Erelae had no idea if she could even gain an audience with Anduin any time soon despite their relationship, if at all given the war. But he was her best option now if they wanted to get her back home as quickly as possible.

Mani landed off the main roadway to allow Erelae off, resuming his bear form when her feet reached the ground. She took a moment to stretch, chuckling when the large creature at her side shoved his body against her leg. He knew how much she loved bears, she could never resist patting any of Helsett’s back home. Hearing her laugh again warmed his heart. And hopefully the fact she was able to laugh at all in this moment eased her mind.

They made their way into the city easily enough. A few guards and citizens alike would double take a glance at Mani of course, his druid forms were quite lovely but they garnered no extreme reactions passed that. When they reached the King’s castle it was more heavily guarded than the last time Erelae had seen it. She was able to make it passed the main entryway before the guards posted blocked her from proceeding into the central chambers.

“I vould like to request audience vith his majesty.” She claimed politely; she might have been anxious to get business done and over with, but there was no reason to be rash with these men doing their duty.

“His majesty is not accepting visitors at the moment.”

“May I ask vhen I should return?”

The guards shared glances, “we unfortunately cannot say, ma’am. Many troublesome headaches have fallen into his hands after the most recent battle.”

The draenei tipped her head back and blew a raspberry in frustration. She would have to find someone else to appeal to, perhaps she could inquire about Kavul’s whereabouts, even though his position gave him less authority than Valuna…

As she mulled over her options she was startled by Mani loudly groaning passed the guards. Erelae looked passed the crossed spears to see a number of officials pass through the mouth of the main hall, and in the middle none other than the plate armor clad King listening to their counsel.

“..! Anduin!” Erelae exclaimed, lurching towards him without thinking but being caught by the arm by one of the guards. The young man stopped suddenly at the sound of his name and his eyes fell on the warrior. A hint of a smile crept onto his face, the kind that came only from seeing an old friend - he faltered and looked between her and the officials, who were continuing to move along to their destination. Anduin looked back at Erelae, and then back down the hall, conflict evident in the way he kept stepping towards each group of people.

“Ah...Erelae it’s- It’s a pleasant surprise to see you..! But I’m afraid I have important matters to attend to, just--”

“Anduin please, just a moment I must speak with you! It is a matter of life and death…” as she spoke her free hand subconsciously fell to her stomach - a motion that did not escape Anduin’s notice. He may have taken up the sword along with the throne, but his many years as a priest made his senses keen.

“...Please, let her through!”

With his command the guards raised their spears. Relief washed over Erelae and she eagerly trotted her way up to the young man. One of the officials had come back and was whispering urgently to him. “Yes I understand, this will only take a moment. Please continue on, I will meet you soon enough.” he responded to whatever her objection had been. Turning his attention back to the warrior, he offered a warm yet tired smile.

“My friend, it has been some time hasn’t it? I do believe last we spoke I was still Prince.” He grasped her upper arms, as she did his, then motioned for her to walk with him. The lumbering form of the black bear at Erelae’s heels piqued his curiosity and he whispered, “I suppose I should take this as a sign to push my men to be more observant?” Mani snuffed his cape, earning a chuckle from the two walking ahead.

“So, what brings you all the way from Suramar?”

Erelae shook her head, “not Suramar; Tristifal Glades.” Anduin’s pace wavered, but resumed to match her’s.

“Then...you were--” the draenei nodded down at him. He focused his gaze ahead. “Thank you, Erelae. From the bottom of my heart I am grateful for your aid, even if victory was not the outcome.” She did not respond.

“Anduin, I’ve come to ask to be released from service based on circumstances I trust you vould understand,” he turned back to her attentively, “...Mani tells me I am vith child. I was...unavare when I reported for duty one month ago. I-I attempted to request ze same from my commander and-”

Anduin’s mouth fell agape with an intake of breath, stopping in place promptly. “Light-- Of course Erelae! Of course I’ll send you back home. I apologize this was not caught sooner!” The pair were glad he so graciously cooperated without further prodding.

“Is...Is everything alright? Are you both alright?” His hand hovered level to her abdomen but did not impose. Erelae smiled, and gently encouraged his fingers to brush her stomach. For just a moment, they were not King and subjects, but they were back their Pandaria days, back to equal friends.

“Ve are both alright, and ve vill be much better now” she did not try to hold back the happiness and relief in her voice, “thank you so much, Anduin. Truely.”

The young King took her hand in his and gave it a compassionate squeeze. Mani shoved his head under Anduin’s free hand affectionately, trying to express his gratitude as well with his limited options. The human huffed amusedly and placed his hand atop the druid’s head in warm acknowledgement. Oh, how Erelae hoped he would hold on to that kindness in the days to come.

“I must return to my duties— but please, send word if anything arises I may help with. It is the least I can do. Make your way home immediately, rest assured your enlistment will be terminated as soon as possible.”

With a final look shared between the three of them he started off further down the hall, presumably to yet another counsel gathering to plan another course of action. Erelae took a moment in the silent and empty hall to let her tears fall. But for once since she had been drafted they were joyous. This nightmare was over at last.

Mani bumped against her side, and she brought her face down to his; she hugged his head and smothered herself against his abundant fur before whispering, “shall we, Solnishko..? I’m sure everyone is eager for our return.” He groaned and licked her nose in response.

[svetlonadyatlovpass]

Baterka (svítilna) na valu

Baterka (svítilna) na valu

nalezena na přírodním kamenném valuna spojnici Palátka – Kedr (Nastil)v poloze zapnuto, vybitácca 430 metrů od stanu Místo činu (Mapy.cz) REJSTŘÍK: *Instituce *Lidé *Místopis *Předměty *Původní národy *Terminologie článek revidoval: -JV- MÍSTO ČINU, další články: 1. FÁZE vyšetřování Baterka (svítilna) na valu 2022-05-30 MÍSTO ČINU Místo činu: Kedr a okolí – Světlo…

[youre-ackermine]

Thank you so much for the tag @roseofdarknessblog !!! ❤️

It took me a while to do this, but here I am with Levi 💚💜 Two versions: clingy Val or clingy Levi

[That was so fun to do selfship Leval lmao]

Now the Valuna versions for my Beloved Waifu 💜💚 @the-milk-anon

Tagging (no pressure & sorry if you've been tagged before): @the-milk-anon @sixpennydame @this-is-krikkit @dont-f-with-moogles @wanderlustqueen-writes @urbandeity @lucysarah-c @happybird16

okay SO ANOTHER PICREW!! (this is the last i promise…the chibi was so temptingggg)

sae IS THE CUTEST LITTLE BUTTON 😫✨

#: @yamaguccitadashi @bertholdts--butt @humanitys-strongest-bamf @shoyoist + anyone who wants too

[youre-ackermine]

A 💜💚VALUNA DATE - JANUARY 21 st - PART ONE

Milk mein Schatz ! @the-milk-anon

Are you ready for a new 💜💚valuna date ? If you still want to go out with me, take your best walking shoes, a warm coat & also

these scarf, gloves & wool hat I offer you [I hope you like the color btw 👉👈]

Today the wind (coming from the north & called mistral here) is strong & freezing.

We're going to Avignon to visit the Palais des Papes (official website here & more about its history here) which was built mid 13th century when the Pope escaped Rome & decided to establish the papacy in Avignon. This is the biggest gothic palace in the world.

Outside, the palace's front is breathtaking !

Inside, the huge rooms are [unfortunately] empty. But you can "see" how the interiors were like with your histopad, a tablet including a 3D modeling of the furniture & ornementation for each room. It was so colorful back then, whereas everything seems so white-greyish nowadays. Also remain a certain amount of frescoes on the walls, the most famous is the "Chambre du Cerf" with hunting & fishing scenes.

After the visit, we can go to the Rocher des Doms nearby. It's a lovely park, with pools, ducks, gardens, a nice place for a picnic !

In winter, it's a little gloomy... The bridge is the Pont St Bénézet or Pont d'Avignon, which remained half built.

In spring or summer, look at this !!

...Part two of the date is coming soon...

[hijabshopsolo]

*LIST HARGA UPLOAD* *TGL 06 SEPTEMBER 2019* ========================= 1. Sofaya 85 2. Velika 120 3. Ratna 53 4. Rihana 70 5. Mazaya 72 6. Stella square 83 7. Zenalisa 58 8. Clara 52 9. Saveria 63 10. Zhara 85 11. Umaya 82 12. Reisya 75 13. Shidqia dress 210 14. Sabiha 88 15. Laluna 92 16. Zahira 64 17. Sartika 55 18. Tazkia anaka 62 19. Naufa anak 52 20. Qiara 55 21. Verisha 95 22. Utarai 83 23. Valuna 66 Upload 23 foto kak..buruan dishare ya☺😊 #jilbab #bergo #khimar https://www.instagram.com/p/B2Fy60wgtWE/?igshid=wfjnzwln0gw7

[calywitsune]

End the Nightmare Pt. 3

Another few hours of travel and the group saw the rising smoke of campfires in the distance - the Alliance camp Mani had scouted. Those who could run did, the others followed as quickly as possible. At the borders of the tents they were welcomed with open arms; everyone exclaiming how miraculous their survival was. No one mentioned the troll savior, but everyone attested to Erelae’s efforts in helping others escape. She was praised, to her discomfort. It was a scene that opened old wounds and so she ignored the commotion, instead asking to be directed to the commanding officer immediately.

She was escorted to the largest tent, and the soldier accompanying her announced their presence. A purple tinged, tired and aged face appeared between the tent flaps, and Erelae’s stomach dropped. Valuna, her squad’s commander stared back in shock. The older draenei smiled and moved to embrace Erelae, though she was sidestepped and promptly apologized.

“Oh- Oh, forgive me! You are vounded of course! I just- Light Mrs. Belsoette ve thought ve had lost you…Ahhh but of course you vouldn’t leave zis world so easily! Not ven you had so much unfinished business.”

Erelae had to bite her tongue to prevent any sneering reply. “Yes yes, all right and true,” she managed, “but I have somezing crucial to speak of, Valuna. Please.”

Valuna opened the tent flaps and ushered her inside, a bit put off by the large bear shoving past her when she tried to move in after Erelae.

The interior was nothing special. Obviously this camp was a last minute set up. Valuna was making use of old crates for a desk, documents and a half written report scattered across its surface. Her pack, armor, weapons and sleeping mat were opposite of that. The older draenei made her way to the desk, motioning Erelae to follow.

“Now, vat is it you need, my dear?” she asked, picking up a writing quill to add to the unfinished letter. The pet name made Erelae cringe.

“I vill be blunt, commander. I must request to be released from service effective at once.” Valuna’s eyes raised from her letter, a drop of ink splashing on the words.

“Might I ask the reason?” The familiarity has left he tone.

“I fell to the blight, Ma’am,” Erelae paused, gauging the violet draenei’s reaction, “after I vas pulled to safety vith my fellow soldiers, a healer vas found to aid in our recovery. He informed me zat I was pregnant. Just over a month…”

A mixed expression of sorrow and sympathy creased Valuna’s face. She placed her quill down and moved around to Erelae’s side, grasping her pale hands tenderly; she squeezed them in what she intended to be a motherly fashion, but it felt clammy and awkward.

“Mrs. Belsoette,” she sighed, “I am deeply sorry for your loss.”

The hair on Erelae’s nape prickled at the apology.

“Excuse me?” she murmured. Valuna shook her head, moving one hand to Erelae’s shoulder.

“By the Light’s grace you survived the blight, but...such a delicate life force vould never survive such direct exposure.”

Erelae swiped her hands from her grasp, guarding herself.

“Please, Mrs. Belsoette...I know it is a hard thing to accept. Believe me or not I have seen similar cases during my service. I vill call upon all the available healers ve have-- I will send for others if need be. They vill help you through the process so it vill not drag on.”

The pale draenei’s eyes hardened as she balled her hands into fists, tendrils twitching angrily. “I have not lost ze child yet, Valuna. Zat is vhy I request to be released. Any further strain vould--”

“Ve cannot lose you too, Erelae. Not now. Especially after the tides are to turn in our favor vith Lady Jaina’s return! Ve cannot do more for the child but ve can do more for the Alliance if you-“

Before she could finish her thought, there was flash of green light at her feet. Vines burst from the ground and snaked up and around her limbs tightly, digging into her flesh. When she made to scream one snapped to her mouth, gagging any sound she attempted to utter. Her terrified gaze fell upon the large Zandalari that was now standing in place of the black bear. Erelae had grasped his arm when he stepped forward but did not attempt to pull him away. Still, she watched on mortified at his actions. Valuna’s heart skipped a beat at the sight - if the fearless Erelae was stunned to inaction...oh Light have mercy on her.

The troll brought his face right up to hers. Light his eyes, those red eyes seemed to burn into her skull with the rage behind them. Although she could easily see that, outwardly he remained quiet. Which arguably made her even more nervous of the storm to come.

“You and your people endanger my wife’s life and leave her for death, yet exclaim how precious she is to your ranks,” Mani growled, “then you would so easily write off a child’s life by assumption...how disgusting.”

In a panic Valuna bit through the rough vines gagging her mouth, even as the thorns pierced the tongue and tore at her lips. Just as quickly however, another budded and took its place. A low snarl rumbled in Mani’s chest, “I am an Archdruid of the Dreamgrove. Do not test my abilities, commander.”

Valuna glanced at Erelae, eyes wild. But the young draenei had no kindness in her eyes, only hurt and betrayal. She may not have been on excellent terms with Valuna, but she would have never expected the blatant audacity expressed by her in such touchy circumstances. Mani stole a glance at her as well, and in the moment their eyes met they came to an understanding.

Mani’s outburst might have gotten them into trouble if they were less confident in their abilities. Instead, the troll turned his attention back to Valuna and pointedly commanded that in order for him to release her she must remain silent. In no such position to bargain, she nodded as she swallowed her fear and pride. Mani did as promised, and the draenei fell to the ground with a gasp. She rubbed at the wounds in her skin, glaring up at the odd couple before her.

Erelae approached, gently pulling Mani to face her instead. There was a moment of stillness as they whispered. There was another flash, and the troll was back to a black bear.

“Ve vill not bother you vith such trivial matters anymore, commander.” Erelae hissed as she passed to the entrance, Mani huffing in tandem, “please, return to your business, and if anyone asks, I simply vent to fulfill my request elsewhere.”

[postrock-instrumental]

Valuna is a post-rock/shoegaze band from Rome, Italy. "Contro" is taken from their 2014 debut album "Non piove ma è come se", which is generously offered as a free download.

https://valuna.bandcamp.com http://spoti.fi/2q842wp https://www.facebook.com/valunaonline