i spent ages on it though

A few months ago, I said on this blog that in my head PJO is an anime with a badass opening credits. I meant it quite literally, like I can actually picture this OP in my head, with all the shonen tropes like Percy walking around pretty backgrounds, cool fighting scenes with lots of camera movements and huge statues of the Gods standing ominously in the background, Nico standing in the rain till Reyna and Hazel and Jason come for him and a ray of sunshine breaks throught the clouds and light hits his hopeful face, GIMME ALL THE TROPES hahaha. Doing the whole opening would be impossible for a single person but I really wanted to try one big “shonen” group shot, so here you are !!! This actually took me AGES, I’m not kidding, the folder for this on my computer is named “batshit crazy ” for a reason, it may not look like it if you don’t know animation but a really huge amount of work went into this. I think it’s actually the biggest thing I ever did for a fandom. I can’t say how many hours I spent on it since I didn’t count, but let’s say I started this in September and spent a lot of week ends and most of my Christmas holidays on it, and I just finished it this week. I had a lot of fun though !!! And I learned a lot too, this was my first time trying to animate japanimation style, with not many in-betweens and ultra dynamic poses. So yeah, I hope you guys will like it !

I want to thank fimyuan and bisexualjason for keeping me motivated with their lovely comments through the project, even when I was complaining about my own decisions to animate friggin’ skeletons, hahaha. Another big thank you to my friend Wekake who went through the animation frame by frame and spotted all the little compositing mistakes that remained ;p

A few words on the process : I animated and colored everything in TV Paint, drew the background in Photoshop, and composited everything in After Effects. The song is an extract of the Yowapeda opening “Reclimb” by Rookiez is Punk’d because I wanted something very distinctively shonen but no lyrics, and I like that song ^^ I animated directly without any model sheet references which is definitely not how you should do it, hahaha, hence the design inconsistencies, but honestly even my madness had its limit and I didn’t want to spend more than a year on this thing ;p

Headcannons I have on the Archeron’s Sisters about their appearance. 

  • Feyre is taller them her sisters, though all of them are tall;
  • If they had childhood pictures, until age of 5 or 6, would be impossible to tell if it was Nesta or Feyre in the pictures, they had the same feaures, eyes and hair tone;
  • Between the three of them, Elain has the most golden hair due the time she spent outside, gardening;
  • Feyre’s eyes are more blue than Nesta’s, but both resemble their mother; 
  • Elain is skinnier than both her sisters, her body structure slim, while Feyre has more curves and Nesta has the biggest breasts (that she properly hides with modest cleavages);
  • Nesta’s hair falls past her shoulders, but doesn’t reach the middle of her waist as Feyre’s or Elain’s, because her strands are too thin and straight and the softer wind can make her look like a disheveled lion;
  • Feyre had the darker hair of them, maybe one tone or two, but after living in Velaris, walking and training in the sun, Nesta earned the darker hair title;
  • They always had different clothing preferences, but, when they were small, both Elain and Feyre used to try Nesta’s dresses when she wasn’t in home, just because they liked their bigger sister’s clothes more;
  • Nesta doesn’t enjoy accessories and doesn’t keep personal jewelry of any kind;
  • Elain prefer light tones in her dresses, shades of pink or green are her favorites and she never wore pants in her life (while Feyre love pants!);
  • Nesta could live only using blue tones for her whole life and maybe some red, just a touch of red, in special occasions, powerful, vibrant red (Cassian’s siphons red);
  • Feyre is physically stronger than her sisters, since she is the only one with training, looking more athletic;
  • The three of them have high cheekbones and well-aligned teeth, with full lips. When one of them smile intensely, their eyes close a little in the edges, though it hasn’t been seen happening with Nesta since childhood.

*places tin foil hat on head*

So, this codex entry - I’d never really paid particular attention to it [I mean, it is just a list of books, right? Boring.]


Take a look at the last title.

Elvehan Diis Falsis: Triew Metod Dracas

That caught my eye. Elvehan is very, very close to Elvenan. I can only assume the book is in Tevene [seeing how similar it is to Latin] so off I went to Google Translate. And here’s what I found out:

Diis Falsies means “false gods”.

Which [potentially] gives us “Elvenan False Gods”. We know, from what Solas mentions in Trespasser, that the Evanuris were false gods, who existed in the time of Arlathan. Very strange that a Tevene book mentions them.

The second half was more difficult to translate. The best I could come up with was:

Metod is very close to the latin word meto, which means “mow/ cut off/ reap”. I’m particularly interested in “cut off”, although I suppose “reap” is a possibility too.

Dracas is very similar to draco, which is latin for dragon. 

I wasn’t able to translate Triew. The closest I came was the latin word triens, which means “a third”. Since I’m not reasonably convinced on this word, I’ll remove it for now.

So we have Elvenan False Gods: [Triew] + Cut Off + Dragons

Now, things get interesting. Could the dragons refer to the Old Gods? If so, then ‘cut off’ could refer to the Evanuris being ‘cut off’ from their dragons - and what cut them off? The Veil. So does that mean there’s a bigger connection between the Old Gods and the Evanuris than we know?

Which brings us to the biggest puzzle of all: Who knew enough about the Evanuris, the creation of the Veil, and Tevene in order to write the book? The author is unknown. It might be possible that someone translated it from Elven, and if that were the case - who was the original author? It likely would have been someone who worked for/with Fen’harel. If that’s the case… then would this mysterious author still be around?

One thing is for certain, though. Solas spent his time in the Inquisition learning as much as he could about everything, using its resources to obtain access to books he otherwise wouldn’t have been able to as an elven apostate. I wonder how he learned about that particular book, though…

anonymous asked:

Top ten yuuri/viktor birthday presents?

Top Ten Yuuri/Viktor Birthday Presents

10) After Phichit moved back to Thailand, Yuuri got pretty sad because it was much harder to see each other now that they weren’t living together and so for his birthday Viktor took him on a surprise visit to Thailand that he and Phichit had co-conspired to plan

9) Since Viktor was really, really good at learning languages but never got an official degree in any of them because he was too busy skating, Yuuri paid for him to do an online college course in languages so that he had the qualifications to prove it

8) Viktor once got Yuuri a matryoshka doll after Yuuri said he thought that they were cute except it was a custom made one of Yuuri in all his different costumes from his newest one on the outside to a tiny little 14 year old Yuuri right in the middle in his very first Junior costume

7) Usually Viktor had to spend his birthday at an official party with lots of reporters and things, putting on a show for the cameras but instead Yuuri co-conspired with Yakov to make sure Viktor had the entire day to himself and spent it taking care of him with just the two of them so that Viktor could finally have a private birthday day with no pressure or expectations and being very spoiled by Yuuri

6) Viktor learned how to cook Katsudon in secret through a lot of phone calls and skype sessions with Yuuri’s mum so that he could make it specially for Yuuri’s birthday

5) They both mutually gave each other a new puppy to keep Makkachin and Vicchan company and so that they would still have a dog when their two eventually passed away

4) Yuuri made Viktor a special photo album for his 30th because Viktor was getting pretty down about how old he was and Yuuri spent weeks collecting every photo he could find of Viktor both in competitions and with his friends etc to organise into one big book to remind him that even though he was thirty years old it was thirty years well spent

3) Viktor got Yuuri a new dog collar for Vicchan with the name in Russian and Japanese which was a really nice present except that for the fact that with Vicchan’s name they just directly translated as Виктор in Russian. Yurio found it before Viktor gave it to Yuuri when it wasn’t on Vicchan yet and was just like ‘Viktor what the hell, why do you have a collar with your name on it??? Wait a minute no, I don’t want to know, I DON’T WANT TO KNOW’

2) Viktor spent ages sourcing out an original copy of the infamous poster that Yuuri had of him for all those years and signed it and gave it to Yuuri as a do over. Because he still regretted how much of a bad first impression he made and even though he couldn’t take it back he could do it again the way that he should have done the first time, praising Yuuri and telling him just how amazing he is

1) Yuuri made Viktor a scrapbook of their entire lives together. It included everything, old newspaper clippings about the two of them, screenshots from old videos of them on the podium together when they were younger, official competition photos, everything detailing right from the beginning of their rivalry all the way up until the present day with the last photo in the book being the photo of them kissing at the alter


So I actually got to visit the Discworld Emporium at the start of the month. Wincanton itself didn’t really float my boat (but it was pouring with rain so I didn’t exactly spend ages looking round, just dashed into the shop) but the Emporium was just as wonderful as I’d hoped it would be!

The photos above were all taken by me on my visit but somehow they just don’t capture the utterly glorious atmosphere of the little shop – all that concentrated Discworldishness and Pratchettness just can’t be conveyed in pixels!

I spent all the money I’d put by for the visit – I could have spent much more, you have no idea how tempting it was to break out the credit card. The best bit of the visit, though, was talking to the man behind the counter who:

1) told me what it was like to work with Terry (just about as awesome as you’d expect)

2) chatted about the rise and demise of Clarecraft (and how ridiculous some of the prices on e-bay are), and

3) told me that just last week an elderly gentlemen had visited the shop to look at the Discword stamps and it turned out he was the man that had helped Bath museum to get an old stamp press back to working order so that the Emporium could start making stamps (Terry was the one who persuaded Bath museum that they wanted to part with it). Apparently the gentleman was absolutely lovely but quite bemused that so many people want to buy stamps that are not “real ones”!

I did, as promised, buy a couple of things to do a giveaway style thing with and I’ll try and get that up in the next week or so.


So guess who is an overachiever and spent the better part of the last four days slaving away to make this 3-D topographic map of Ferelden?


I’m so fucking proud of this though, like honestly? It’s taken forever and caused me three panic attacks (it’s due tomorrow at midnight and I still gotta glue it and paint it plus do a shit ton of other things) so far, but shit man it’s actually coming out really good!! This is a rough idea of the process over the past several days so ahhh enjoy? Yes? 🤗

Here are my headcanons about what the Newsies' favorite musicals would because I'm trash

Jack: West Side Story. He’s a romantic sap, to be honest, plus he loves the setting and the turf wars and stuff. He sees himself in Tony. He also really likes Rent.

Crutchie: He loves all those classic, black-and-white musical movies, like Singin’ In The Rain and White Christmas. Annie Get Your Gun and The Sound Of Music are favorites too. He likes anything that’s Golden Age with upbeat music and extravagant numbers.

Davey: He’s not a huge musical person (“It’s just not realistic for someone to randomly burst into song.” “Have you ever spent five minutes with Romeo? It’s very realistic.”), but Romeo (the resident theatre kid of the group) introduced him to Dear Evan Hansen, and Davey was shocked and touched to see anxiety portrayed so realistically, and instantly fell in love.

Katherine: Heathers. She can often be found belting out “Dead Girl Walking” in the shower, though no one needs to know that, in her opinion.

Race: In The Heights. I really don’t know why, I just feel like he’d really like it.

Spot: Like Davey, Spot’s not a huge musical person, but for some reason, he knows every word of Phantom Of The Opera??? But, if anyone asks why he knows this, they’ll get sucker punched, so it’s best to leave it unquestioned.

Romeo: Anything and everything. Asking him to choose a favorite is like asking him to choose a favorite child.

Specs: Sweeney Todd. No one expects him to like something that gory, yet, he adores it.


I Made a Bison*-with-Headphones Out of Paper

I made some other Sherlock-y type paper projects, too:

A friend in case I need someone to talk to,

a replica of the black origami lotus from TBB in case I need to let someone know they are marked for assassination,

an origami deer-stalker cap (shown here lined with tin-foil and modeled by Archimedes), 

and a “Persian slipper” (khussa) color, cut, and paste project (I keep nicotine lozenges in mine.)

I’m told there will be an arts-and-crafts room @221bcon this year, and I plan to bring supplies and materials for the origami lotus, tin-foil lined deer-stalker, and Persian slipper to share**.

The bison* skull is my original work and I reconfigured the human skull so I can print, score, and cut the pieces for both with a scrapbooking machine***. If anyone is interested in attempting to assemble their own human or bison* skull, I would love nothing more than to give that brave person or persons**** the instructions and printed, scored, and cut cardstock to make a skull. 

Unfortunately, I am emotionally fragile and terrified of preparing supplies for twenty or so skulls that no one wants. So, I am posting this in an attempt to gauge interest. If you are going to 221bcon and you want to attempt one of the skulls, reply to this post to let me know. (If you are not going to 221bcon and you are really interested in making the bison* skull, let me know anyway and I can email you the pdf or possibly snail mail you the printed, scored, and cut pages.)

Finally, if you read this far and you are not embarrassed on my behalf I would appreciate any signal boost you are willing to give by reblogging this post. Thank you.

   * I spent a lot of time looking at bovine skulls and I’m fairly certain it’s actually a yak skull, not a bison.
  ** I figured these are relatively easy projects suitable for all ages. I intend to find some safety scissors and washable markers instead of only bringing the pointy scissors and sharpies I have lying around.
 *** I don’t want to say the brand name. There’s nothing wrong with scrapbooking, but I just never saw myself as the kind of person who buys a cr!cut. I did, though. I bought one for the sole purpose of cutting out peppakura/papercraft patterns. I’d feel bad, but it’s too awesome.
**** Up to 12 people who are interested in the bison skull and 20 people who are interested in the human skull. 

I also have to say that I’m enjoying Corvo’s story a lot more than I thought I would.  It’s a less typical narrative Emily’s belated coming-of-age story.

I mean.  Emily is still clearly the more natural protagonist, going through events that shock her out of her privilege, force her to face her past trauma, and becoming a better Empress.

But there’s something weirdly satisfying about watching Corvo realize that the only true threat to the throne has been people like him.  He’s spent fifteen years not processing what it means to be a goddamn sorcerer, even though it’s what let him bring his world back into a semblance of normalcy in the first place. 

If Emily needs to take a good, long, hard look at the Empire she rules, then Corvo needs to stop shutting his eyes to the underworld that he belongs to.

Good job writers.

The years have taken their
                            on me.
    I realized it the moment she
    smiled at me with
                     e   y   e   s
still sparkling childlike curiosity,
shining in mine;                  
Thirty years is a long time, certainly
if spent trying to collect and
keep safe a thousand
                        trying to come up
              with the perfect
that is better kept to a word or three.
And though I wanted to
cry out                            
                “I love you”,
my heart was lulled by a simple glance
                                   of recognition.
She hadn’t aged –
                 thank god she hadn’t aged,
                 but I had.
“Wish you were here”, was all I said.
Her eyes                    (  ( I love you
             bled,                         too )  )
                 she shook her head.
Her soft voice,                     “I have to go
At peace, I watched her take every step.
   And as she returned to the future,
           I returned to the past.
—  Everlast, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not

I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:

- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both

- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance

- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.

Izuku Midoriya Begins 

i do love a good origin story

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Lead Role (Phan Smut)

Summary: Pastel!Dan get’s the role in the school’s production of Alice in Wonderland and Punk!Phil shows him just how proud he is.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy!Kink, no specified ages but Dan is younger and they’re in HS. 

A/N - Send in prompts guys! i enjoy smut on occasion but i definitely prefer to write fluff, idk why<3

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Doctor Me Up (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

A/N: HEYYYYY EVERYONE! I’M BACK! And of course, in tradition, my first post back is about my man Bucky. Hope you guys enjoy this one.

p.s the time stamps are not accurate forgive me let’s just role with it 


“Are you sure we should unfreeze this guy?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow at the king. “With all do respect, last I checked, he tried to kill you, your highness. And he has a murder history. Like longer than Rapunzel’s hair.”

T’challa looked at her confused, “Who is Rapunzel?”

“Y’know, blonde chic, long hair, trapped in a tower until she’s 18 by an evil witch?” 

“We don’t care for white people fantasies here. Besides, it sounds idiotic.” He shook his head. “But yes, I want him unfrozen. Captain Steve Rogers will return here tomorrow to speak with him. I want him to be up and awake by tonight.”

“How about his arm?” Y/N asked, walking around the glass to examine Bucky’s metal arm, or what was left.

“The team has been working on a temporary replacement. He will have to get used to it but do not force him to try it until he’s ready. Let him know that his friend will be arriving shortly, it will make him panic less.”

“Okay, your highness.” Y/N obeyed, slowly shutting down the programs to unfreeze Bucky. “Your highness, sir, if I can ask, um can I have someone here with me? You know just in case he attacks me or something?”

“He will not be under HYDRA control when he wakes up. Unless you know the words to trigger him, I’m sure you’ll be fine. He’s a great guy. I will be foreseeing other things tonight. Let him know I’ll be here first thing tomorrow.” 

Y/N and the king became close as her training progressed. Of course she still respected the king because well, he is the king, but he wanted her to be comfortable with him as well. 

As T’Challa walked away from the lab, Y/N let out a deep sigh as the systems shut down before her. She was taken away from her surgical internship to work as a trainee in the King of Wakanda’s secret facility. When she agreed to it, she didn’t realize she would be babysitting a man older than her grandfather who’s frozen in a tube, the whole time. She’d never spoken to Bucky in the past three and a half months. He’d just been known as the Winter Soldier. She read his files, saw his pictures pre-war and everything but she didn’t know the guy. She must admit, he looked so beautiful back then. 

Steve came by a few times to ask her how Bucky was doing which of course leads her to respond with the same sentence each time.

“Hey Dr. Y/N, how’s Bucky?”

“Still starring in the Titanic.”

At first Steve didn’t understand her reference to the 1997 hit, blockbuster, now classic cult favorite movie, The Titanic until his third visit where he and Y/N watched it together. He was quite emotional for an old man. 

She wondered if Bucky was the same. He looked so rugged all the time. With his long hair and his scruff and his metal arm, she wondered if the infamous Winter Soldier had a soft part about him. 

Well maybe now she’ll find out.

“Hey Mr. Barnes, good morning.” Y/N tried to smile as the man looked around confused. “Actually it’s 7PM here, it’s technically not morning but I don’t really know what timezone you’ll be in when you wake up after 3 and a half months. I ju-”

“Who are you?” His deep voice startled Y/N. Though she expected his voice to be similar to that, it’s just so shocking to hear someone talk for the first time. “Where’s Steve? Where’s T’Challa? What year is it?”

“Well, it’s 2017. You missed out on a New Years and Cap’s birthday. He spent it here with you by the way. I made the joke ‘cracking a cold one one with the boys’ but um he didn’t get it.” Y/N gulped nervously. “And you probably don’t either considering the fact that you were practically in hibernation so I don’t know why I mentioned that at all.”

“Where is Steve?”

“Captain Rogers will be here tomorrow. He’s flying in tomorrow. Well like not flying flying but he’s gonna land on a plane tomorrow. H-he’ll be here, sir. Um, yeah.”

Bucky stepped out the machine, stretching out his human arm. “Where’s the King?”

“Oh, King T’Challa had other things to do so he left me in charge.”

“Why did he leave you in charge? How old are you? Aren’t you like 12 or something?”

Y/N scoffed, “Okay man, just because you’re like what? 209 years old doesn’t mean you can call me 12, especially because you spent more than half of your life frozen so. Doesn’t count. In all honesty, I think we’d be close in age if you take away your frozen years.”

“We’re not close in amount of experience though.” Bucky cracked his knuckles as he spoke to her. “How old are you?”

“I’m 23.” Y/N responded, picking up her stethoscope. “I’m Dr. Y/N, the doctor who’s been overseeing your care for the time you were under. Pretty much, I was here to make sure you were still frozen. But now that you’re alive, I gotta make sure that your heart is beating.”

She motioned for him to follow her to the exam table across the room. He followed her and held up the questionable clothes that were picked out for him on the corner of the bed. 

“You expect me to wear this?” He asked, holding up the size medium white tank top.

“Okay in my defense, I’ve only seen your pre-war pictures and that glass thingy makes you look smaller than you are.” 

“Haven’t you ever seen me in the news?” 

She looked up from her clipboard, looking at him directly in the eyes, “Isn’t it better that I haven’t?”

Y/N took his BP and took some blood samples in an awkward silence. 

“What? You’ve got nothing to say now? You were rambling a few moments ago.” He commented.

“I figured you can use some peace and quiet.”

“I had it for over three months. I would like to hear someone talk to me for once.”

Y/N smiled at him, “You’re friendlier than I imagined. Steve did say that you were friendly. But that was back then. He said you’ve changed and became more quiet once you know, it all happened, and he found you. ” 

“I guess I’m friendly to you because you talk so much that I have to say something so you’d shut up and not be talking all the time.” Bucky leaned over, grabbing the water bottle beside him and taking a big gulp. “So, Dr. Y/N, what did you think of me? Before I turned into an assassin and all?”

She laughed, placing the stethoscope against his heart, “I saw what Steve meant when he said you picked up the ladies. I definitely saw why.”

“Well compared to him, yeah I did.” He shook his head, reminiscing about the old times. “What do you mean you saw why?”

“Oh come one, don’t make me say it!” She scribbled down notes on the papers, clicking and un-clicking her pen as she filled in the blanks of Bucky’s medical chart.

“Say what?”

“Mr. Winter Soldier-”

“Bucky. Call me Bucky.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Bucky- you were a beautiful young man back then.”

“Back then?” He asked, pretending to be offended. “Why not now?”

“Well let’s be honest, you look homeless. You could use a haircut and a razor.” 

“Wow, I’m offended.” Bucky laughed.

“I really didn’t think you’d be this warm towards me.”

“Was that a frozen joke?”

Y/N laughed loudly, “No seriously. You’re making jokes and laughing with me. I figured you would just take your clothes and go and leave me here. You know? I didn’t think you’d actually talk to me, much less joke with me.”

“There’s something about you that makes me feel comfortable… it’s like I’m back home in Brooklyn and I’m sitting across from you in an Italian restaurant talking about our aspirations in life.” He looked at her, his eyes glistening.

“Did you just compare my job, your physical, as your doctor to one of your player boy dates from 20 B.C?”

“No,” he blushed. “I mean.. there’s something about you that feels like home.”

His words made Y/N’s heart melt. Her cheeks mimicked his as they both looked away from each other, too shy to cross paths. Y/N did the one thing she knew how to do. She made a joke.

“Admit it Bucky, you like me.” She smirked, playfully winking at him.

“Honestly, in the past ten minutes of knowing you, I can’t imagine why someone wouldn’t.” 

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, stopping her grin from showing. She looked at him, placing a hand on his knee. “I’m actually glad they unfroze you.”

“So am I.” Bucky said. “Now come on, Dr. Y/N. Doctor me up!” 



The Answer

It’d be a simple thing to answer Anders’s question, if Hawke didn’t know just how he’d make light of it.

Fenris knows things. Many things, about most things. He tells her of Rivain, and Par Vollen and Seheron and Nevarra, of the Fog Warriors and the Fog Dancers, the Orlesian nobility and the Antivan royalty, the Black Divine and the magisterium and the Circle in Minrathous. He tells her of Ashkaari Koslun and enough of the Qun to untwist the contemptuous curl of the Arishok’s mouth when she addresses him. “You hear much when people regard you as little more than furniture,” Fenris replies when she asks how he even knows all that, but that’s just him, she thinks: had it been her, she would have wasted away in idle fantasy, not learned foreign tongues or woven together the web of Thedosian politics from fragments of conversations.

After a lifetime of casting spells first and asking questions later, though, now she tries to understand instead—and when Fenris starts helping himself to her books after learning to read faster than she did the rules of diamondback, she cracks one open of her own for the first time since Lothering.

(Not a picture book and not a book about dragons. And not Hard in Hightown either, as far as Varric is concerned.)

Fenris never lies. He lied to Hadriana, if that can even be counted as such, but it’s because he broke his word that once that Hawke realises it’s only ever held true otherwise. Fenris only says what he means and always means what he says, and though his honesty has the sharp, serrated edges of rashvine nettle sometimes, once the welts have worn off she’s most often left having to admit that he has the truth of it—and when the entire Kirkwall nobility turns into lickspittles, trying to simper their way into the Champion’s good graces (or into her leathers), she comes to think of Fenris’s forthrightness as an uncut gem: perhaps not as pretty as a stone cut and set, but worth that much more.

Hawke, though? She’s—well, not a liar the way Varric is, but she skirts and shirks and twists the truth, maims and manhandles it, has perhaps even left it for dead a few times. At least with Fenris, though, truth comes to her a little easier.

(Anyway, she’d rather not suffer the smug look on his face whenever he pokes holes in her attempts at deceit.)

Fenris tempers her. With the city-wide revelation of her magic—now the Maker’s grace and not His curse—comes something that no title could ever match: the elation of being a known apostate yet untouchable, the unspeakable relief of the first breath after staying underwater a little too long, an intoxicating rush that she has to swim against lest it carry her too far from herself. It’s little things at first: her reveling in Cullen’s stammers and stutters, a casual mention of her magic to sway the nobles of the Keep her way, a misdirection hex cast to make some arsehole bumble off the pier for calling Merrill “knife ear.”

But when treading the line between freedom and excess becomes a balancing act worthy of an Antivan tightrope walker in the storm, when the line all but vanishes—then she has but to look at Fenris, branded with the hubris of mages, to be stirred away from the Void that sings to her.

(Alright—she can’t quite keep herself from teasing Cullen just to watch his nug-wheel brain run.)

The answer to Anders’s question is simple: Fenris makes her a better woman—perhaps even a good woman, when she wouldn’t be otherwise. “By being the perfect example of what not to do?” Anders would say, though, and it’s not that she doesn’t want to argue with him well into the next age—she just doesn’t have any breath left to waste when a certain elf keeps taking it away.

(She’d complain, but nowhere are her breaths, her heart and the truth of her answer safer than in Fenris’s hands, so she lets him have them.)

So—the sex, she jests instead. She’s with Fenris for the sex.

anonymous asked:

When I was 11 and training in martial arts (internationally​ competitive and consistently​ placed in every competition) I had to spar against an adult in clads for practice and did break their ribs with a well placed kick and because they'd forgotten their chest padding. So, just speaking from personal experience that a child could break an adults ribs, but I was a very highly trained kid who'd been in karate for several years at that point.

Well, that was the point of my response. The character in question had no training. You know as well as I do what someone with no martial arts training throwing a kick looks like. What chances would you give them in a managing to successfully perform the technique in a fight for their life? The odds are not in their favor.

Just from my experience teaching martial arts, the number of kids who could what you did at age eleven in a sparring match is tiny. Possibly by dumb luck. If you competed internationally then you were obviously in the top tier, and that puts you in a league far beyond what most kids are capable of. Most adults too, for that matter.

Consider though, the amount of time per day you spent training for your competitions in comparison to your classmates including those in whatever school you went to. In all the karate students in all the world, you were probably in the top percentile of a select group that ever makes it that far. I can list on one hand the number of martial artists I’ve known who went to international competitions. That’ll really skew your perspective.

And, of course, the chances of sparring injuries increase substantially when we forget our pads.

While we’re on the subject of injuries:

My brother almost lost his leg, for example, when he decided to throw a roundhouse kick at Starke when they first met. My brother was eighteen (and a fourth degree black belt, who should know better) and Starke had police self-defense training from a cop in Wyoming when he was a kid. The cop was a little on the crazier side and taught small children the standard joint breaks they were teaching at the time to regular officers. One of them was the defense against the roundhouse kick, which includes a knee break. My brother came very close to walking with a limp for the rest of his life. Instead, he went on to become a boxing national champion in the welterweight division.

Those of you who’ve heard about my brother before might remember the time he almost lost an eye when our instructors were dumb enough to let two young black belts spar with UFC fiberglass gloves and perform head blows. To this day, he is (just a little) walleyed.

Then, of course, there’s the story I got off Starke from one of his karate friends in college. The two brown belts that the black belts let spar without restrictions and each of them ended up with a broken leg.

Not everyone highly trained is smart or responsible. Sometimes, they’re really, really dumb. Or not paying attention. Or criminally negligible.

Let this be a lesson to every writer out there who wants to write a “No Pads” sparring session with beginners or… just in general. There’s a really good chance that if no one’s paying attention someone will be leaving with broken bones even if the match started with the best of intentions.

This also isn’t counting what happens when the kids decide to spar and no one with sense is there to stop it. That happens too.

And then there’s the part that’ll horrify some of the readers out there, which is martial artists swap these kinds of stories around with each other and laugh about it after the fact. The explanation for this behavior is injuries get normalized when you’re in a culture where the chance for experiencing them is high. This happens with soldiers and cops too, in regards to their own. Then martial artists, soldiers, and cops will swap these stories with each other, because its one of the parts of all three cultures which cross over. It’s like the stories you tell about family vacations, and stupid things your friends did, except its about breaking ribs, dislocating joints and the time you watched someone’s leg turn into a screw. Panic in the moment, but funny later.

If you’re outside that culture, the casual disregard will sometimes sound absolutely bonkers. That casual attitude, however, is a nice tell for someone who’s been in the business awhile. The chance being injured or seeing an injury happen on a training mat or walking the beat is something you’ve adjusted too. Not that you want it to, but you’ve seen it. Plus, you’re getting little minor injuries all the time which helps when it comes to handling them.

Figuring out how to present various normalized mental states for characters of different backgrounds is hard because we’re so used to thinking about our state of normal. The problem is everyone’s version of “Normal” is different.


Okay so Steve and I have been spending so much time together 🙈 we’ve gone out to eat many many nights, walked along the waterfront and watched the sunset, spent hours talking about literally everything, gone antiquing and to my favourite forest, cooked a vegan meal together (his suggestion), plus we get along so great and can reminisce about shared childhood memories even though there’s an age gap and we didn’t grow up together lol, we have the same sense of humour, we always have each other grinning like fools, I don’t get tired of him, he’s constantly complimenting me, opens every door and won’t let me pay for a thing plus I’ve met his brother, parents and friend already annnnnd we’re also dating now aha he’s just so sweet and wonderful and asked by saying how happy it would make him to be my boyfriend and he’s also really goofy and a total cheese ball but such a gentleman 💓💓💓

What the majority of last nights dinner looked like. Today’s dinner was much more ‘normal’, just rice and veg. After a long run this morning and the normal boring morning goings on, I went to the farmers market to pick up some bread and then headed around the corner to a hardware store that had a discount on plants, so I bought myself 7 new plants for my room and a cute little cactus in a pink speckled pot I’ve called ‘Berty Beans’. After wanting plants in my room for ages (because a space is boring with out some plant friends) I’ve finally started my collection and it’s looking good! The rest of my day was basically spent reading in my hammock which I’ve been doing non stop these few days. I got through the first book in 3 days and now well into the second. How good are books though? Sometimes I go months with out reading a thing, then I pick up a book and remember how good (and also emotional and heart wrenching) reading is. Now all I want to do is read.