i was just described as a dragon

Jonsa is CANON

GRR Martin has already said that Sansa is based in Elisabeth of York and Elisabeth I; the beggining and the end of Tudor dinasty. Elisabeth of York marries Henry VII after his rise to the throne, he deposed King Edward. It’s a political wedding known to became a love one. She is discribed as a great Queen and Dame, red haired and fair beauty, good mother, wife and beloved Queen. After her dead (at the birt of they 8th child, only 3 survived), he never remaried, and he is known to never had any lover during their time togheter. They both are discribed as stoical rulers, just and in love. Elisabeth of York is literally described as the rose who won a dragon’s hearth and they were relatives too. Now, Elisabeth I is also known for her red hair and beauty, a maiden made into a queen, never married, but her reign became known to be the goldden age.

I pretty sure, Sansa will give us great joy in the future, will survive to the end and she and Jon are the future of a more peacefull period in westeros and will rule together.  

anonymous asked:

Could you elaborate on those D&D settings? Maybe two or three sentences describing each? I always thought D&D was just set in Generic Fantasy Land #357

(With reference to this post here.)

Yeah, a lot of people have the wrong idea about that. Dungeons & Dragons is a set of rules for running a particular kind of game, with a number of published settings associated with it, few of which resemble the generic Tolkien pastiche most folks picture when they see that it’s got elves and hobbits in it.

In the same order as the previous post:

Planescape is set in an industrialised quasi-Victorian city constructed around the inner rim of a giant ring hovering atop an infinitely tall spire at the centre of the universe. The streets are ruled by warring gangs of philosophers who can literally argue you to death. Playable races include anarchist goat-centaurs and sapient geometric shapes.

Dragonlance is basically medieval fantasy meets World War II, wracked by constant open war between the forces of Light and Darkness. Knights ride dragons into battle while sinister dragon-men prowl the countryside (there are a lot of different kinds of dragons). Playable races include steampunk gnomes and musical minotaurs.

(If that last bit sounds familiar, it’s because most of what World of Warcraft didn’t borrow from Warhammer, it lifted from Dragonlance).

Ravenloft is pretty much as described in the previous post: it’s a prison dimension for the multiverse’s worst baddies, which has evolved into a confederation of dystopian city-states ruled by thinly disguised expies of various Hammer horror villains, like Dracula and the Wolfman. And also an evil version of Pinocchio, because why the hell not?

Spelljammer is D&D in space, where enchanted galleons sail the luminiferous aether in search of fortune and adventure. If you’ve seen Treasure Planet, you’ve got the right basic idea, though Spelljammer predates Treasure Planet by some decades. Standout features include mercenary hippo-men and gnomes whose ships are powered by giant hamsters running on wheels.

The Forgotten Realms is probably the closest to what folks are picturing when they think of “generic fantasy land”, though they’re a couple of decades off with respect to its inspirations - it’s much more 1980s romantic fantasy than 1960s epic fantasy. Talking housecats, cosmopolitan cities with suspiciously modern amenities, enlightened matriarchies ruled by beautiful sorcerer-queens - you know the drill if you’ve read your Lackey.

Dark Sun is a post-apocalyptic milieu set in the wake of a global environmental collapse brought about by irresponsible use of magic. “Mad Max with wizards” would be a glib but not-wholly-inaccurate description. Playable races include savage cannibal hobbits and giant psychic praying mantises.

Birthright assumes that the player characters are members of ancient ruling houses empowered by the blood of slain gods. Beyond that, it’s almost entirely generic - its whole shtick is that you get to rule a domain right from first level, rather than having to work your way up to it.

Red Steel is an Age of Sail swashbuckling game set on the Savage Coast, a region tainted by magical fallout that grants wondrous powers, but also induces progressively more hideous mutations. The economy is based on the eponymous red steel, a rare metal that grants resistance to the mutations without suppressing the accompanying powers. I wasn’t kidding when I said The Three Musketeers meets the X-Men.

Eberron is a “magipunk” setting that envisions a high fantasy world in the process of undergoing an industrial revolution. Trains powered by bound lightning elementals crisscross the land, and one of the major tensions involves the integration into society of a race of mechanical soldiers constructed from enchanted wood to fight in a recently ended war.

Greyhawk is tough to pin down, as it’s basically the collected campaign notes of one of the game’s original designers. It covers a lot of ground, but the focal point, the eponymous city of Greyhawk, is a straight up sword-and-sorcery pastiche. In terms of inspirations, think Robert Howard, Fritz Leiber and Michael Moorcock. Sinister cults, baroque cities ruled by degenerate nobles, and player characters who are as likely to be planning urban heists as delving dungeons.

I have a headcanon that all the environments in Dragon Age II are recycled because Varric didn’t bother to describe them in much detail. So all of  the caves, mansions and ruins looking alike is just Cassandra just imagining them all generic like.

The Dragon Angus Theory

I don’t know how many people know about this particular TAZ Theory but I discovered it last night in the TAZ Subreddit. There are thread discussions about this here and here. There could be more but these were the two I found.

In summary, the theory in general pertains to the fact that Angus might not be all that he seems, and that he might be a dragon in disguise. Specifically a Silver Dragon. Under the cut because this came out really long! (Don’t worry there’s a tldr at the bottom)

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I’ve been reading a lot of classic rock (McLennon) fanfic and I’ve noticed that while you’re all very talented writers, a lot of you just don’t know much about LSD. So I thought I’d make a post with all the basics:

-LSD is also referred to as Acid (dropping acid, tripping acid) blotter, Jesus, microdots (dots), zen, California sunshine (cali), heavenly blue, tab, dragon, window pane, and paper mushrooms

-people who do a lot of LSD are called acid heads, acid freaks, cheer leaders, and day trippers

-LSD and PCP (also known as angel dust) have some similar effects, but are different drugs with different highs. Make sure you’re not actually describing PCP when writing acid trips!

-LSD is completely odorless and tasteless

-LSD is most commonly taken by soaking a little piece of paper in it and holding it under your tongue, and dropping it into a sugar cube and letting it melt on your tongue.

-it’s extremely dangerous to mix LSD and other drugs. But a lot of people mix it with xanax (it is dangerous tho. Keep that in mind while writing)

-LSD takes 30 minutes- an hour to completely set in

-it’s not like weed where the high only lasts like 2 hours. LSD lasts from 5(at the VERY least) to 12 hours and it’s a VERY intense high

-it takes another hour or two to come back down. This time isn’t very pleasant. Everything looks like it’s made of plastic and you don’t feel real. You’re not actively hallucinating but things feel off. It’s not uncommon to have an anxiety attack

-the first time you trip on LSD, the coming down part might take up to a few days. But by the second time it probably won’t

-not every trip is a good trip

-if you take LSD while unhappy or anxious. there’s an 80% chance you’ll have a bad trip. So it’s not realistic for your muse to drop acid when sad to cheer up

-bad trips are REALLY BAD good trips are REALLY GOOD

-you can have a good trip that turns bad. And you can have a bad trip that turns good (but it’s less likely)

-music sounds really fucking good on LSD

-you become really sensitive to touch and texture. Even a brush of fingertips on your arm is electrifying. I remember stroking my girlfriends hair and it felt like water running between my fingers and pooling in my hand.

-getting an orgasm might literally send you into another universe

-any hallucination you have will be a reaction to something around you. For example if you’re staring up at a starry sky you might feel yourself swimming through the sky. If you’re in a room with floral wallpaper flowers might start growing from your fingertips

-things get really distorted in size and multiply. If you’re looking at someone’s face one of their eyes might be growing while the other one shrinks. And they might have 4 heads instead of one

-hallucinations don’t follow any rules of the universe. Be as creative as you want to when writing them

-people tend retain their memories of hallucinations to an extent. It’s unlikely that you’d wake up after a trip with absolutely no memories of what happened

-It’s not safe to trip with no one sober around. You might think you can fly and jump off a building. Or walk into the middle of the road without realizing it. So if your muse only takes drugs responsibility keep this in mind

-people don’t usually move around too much while tripping.

-you lose all sense of time. I always think I was only high for a few minutes when in reality it was 7 hours. Some people feel like they were on it for years

-you can’t really hold a conversation when tripping. You really are in your own universe

-there are no physical affects of LSD. I’m sorry if your health class lied to you. It doesn’t make you physically sick at all

-it’s a cliche but yes, people often see god (tho I haven’t yet)

-tripping with someone you love can be very romantic, but in a weird way

-hallucinations are weird, but you don’t really notice that they’re weird until you’re not high anymore. Don’t write your muse as being surprised or confused about what they’re seeing

-bad trips might include things like feeling yourself die over and over again, your face shattering like glass, spiders crawling out of your mouth/all over your body, being on fire, seeing the devil, things like that.

-colors effect you a lot. They’re not necessarily brighter but they are …enhanced? It’s kinda hard to describe to people with no drug experience but colors have more meaning to you and you really notice them. If your muse is looking into their lovers brown eyes they’ll notice that brown

-I ate some ice cream while tripping once and I didn’t taste anything. I’m not sure if this is what it’s like for everyone but that’s my experience

That’s all I can think to tell you at the moment!! Thank you for reading I hope this helped. And if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me!

Astral FAQ

These are Frequently Asked Questions I get about astral. Please check this guide before asking me questions concerning astralling! This will be updated regularly, as I receive more questions.

What is the astral?

Note that this is MY definition: I consider the astral to be absolutely everything; our plane of existence, spirits’ planes of existence, pop culture realms, etc. The astral is everywhere and everything.

How does astral travel work?

When you travel, a small portion of your consciousness leaves your body.

This consciousness manifests as its own body on the astral, or it could “awaken” in an astral body you already have. In travel, you do not see/hear/feel/think as clearly as you do during projection, simply because only a portion of your consciousness has left your body.

What is astral travel versus astral projection versus OBE?

Note, again, these are MY definitions:

In astral travel, a PORTION of your consciousness leaves your body and is able to explore other realms.

In Astral Projection, nearly your entire consciousness leaves your body. Astral projection is much harder to achieve than travel. This is the “gold standard” of astral travel, where you see/hear/feel/think with complete or almost complete clarity.

In an OBE, Out-of-Body-Experience, your consciousness FULLY leave your body. As of right now, I do not believe this is possible without a near-death experience, or actual death.

What are some ways to astral travel?

  • Meditate.
  • Guided meditations
  • Trance
  • Have a spirit you know and trust “pull” you into the astral.
  • (Visualization) Imagine a door. Imagine/focus on what is on the other side of the door. Walk through it.
  • (Visualization) Imagine an X (pool, mirror, etc). Imagine/focus on what is on the other side of X. Walk through it.
  • Lucid Dreaming
  • “Splitting”: Imagine a copy of yourself hovering above you. Notice your consciousness in your own body, then “jump” your consciousness into that copy of yourself floating above you. Proceed to go where you want.  

What are some ways to astral project?

Just….keep practicing astral travel, maybe try new methods. I highly recommend reading Astral Dynamics by Robert Bruce, I have literally NEVER EVER found a more comprehensive, extremely informative, and yet still beginner-friendly and not overly complex guide to astral travel/projection.

Differentiating “true astral” from imagination?

True Astral:

  • will always have external interactions that are not in your own head; entities talking/living their own lives whether your imagination/consciousness directs them to or not. Entities moving independently of your will.
  • Spirits (good or bad) being able to follow you back home, to your physical body and interact with you there
  • Unexpected/Unpredictable occurrences happen
  • You get injured and it may hurt your astral body and maybe feel it a little physically too. Injury damages your magical abilities/astral abilities
  • Your astral body can die and you won’t be able to access “true astral” until you regenerate.
  • You can meet other humans consciously. As in, you can text your friend and meetup on the astral together, and talk about it IRL afterwards. 

Imagination:

  • You are in full control of everything.
  • What you expect to happen, will happen
  • Entities are like puppets or dolls; they don’t move around unless you imagine them doing so, and if/when they interact with you, it’s things you expected them to say
  • You will not tire, or will tire extremely slowly.
  • You die/get extremely hurt and nothing happens. You can regenerate at will/heal whenever and wherever you want.
  • You talk to your friend, then you talk to them later IRL and they have no idea what you talked about. 

Why do people always imagine common fantasy stuff when astralling? Don’t you think astral and what happens there is just your imagination and happens in your head? I mean strangely all the people who talk about astral experiences describe common fantasy stuff. I’d say if astral was real it would contain a lot of stuff people can’t even imagine, and yet everyone describes dragons, elfs, etc, that which their mind already knows, nothing out of ordinary. Isn’t this suspicious?

One reason people generally imagine common fantasy is stuff is because that’s what most people care about, and thus go to. It’s hard to care about a species that humanity has never even encountered before, isn’t it? Also, how can you visit the realm of something you have never even heard of/can’t imagine before? Astral travel needs knowledge of where you will go to, so it’s pretty hard (and probably super dangerous) to just say “take me somewhere beyond my imagination.”

There’s also the problem of perception: during astralling, the mind usually replaces things you don’t know with things you do know of, to use less energy while astralling. While you can force your brain to show “the truth”, the more the thing you are trying to look at is beyond your imagination, the more energy and effort it will take to see “the truth”.

How do you do astral laundry?

Note: Not limited to this list.

  • Have a companion you’re comfortable with seeing you nude do your laundry for you.
  • Astral travel two feet away from your earth self, take your astral clothes off, put them in your washer/dryer (with your astral self or earth self), physically run the washer/dryer (you can wash other clothes with it). Take your clothes out, travel again and put your clothes back on.
  • Destroy your clothes and remake clean ones.

How do past lives affect current astral shenanigans?

You might appear as one of your past life forms/bodies. Spirits from your past lives could also attempt to find you on the astral (whether malicious or friendly, so always be cautious).

How to meet spirits on the astral?

Tl;dr:

1. Be able to astral and able to distinguish between astralling/imagination.

2. Go somewhere with spirits.

How to safely meet spirits on the astral?

There is no 100% guarantee of safety when astralling.

Some suggestions are:

  • Have spirit guides/guardians/protective companions take you somewhere safe
  • Actually know where you are going and who you want to meet

How do you keep possibly malicious spirits/entities/beings from following you back home?

  • This is what wards in your living space/where you are when you astral are for. Wards can fuddle your energy signature from being found by spirits you don’t want to find you.
  • Make sure you “come back” correctly; that you walked back through your imagined door, imagined yourself falling back into your physical body, whatever.
  • Do a centering exercise, which will help you “pull back in” trace amounts of energy you left where you went when astralling. Do make sure your wards are up first, to make sure nothing follows the “pull” back to your physical body. If you don’t know what centering is/how to do it, check the “energy work” section of my FAQ/my energy work FAQ post.

Manners/social etiquette/social skills in the astral?

Obviously those will vary a LOT based on where you go. I literally can’t write a comprehensive guide as the astral is home to a limitless number of cultures.

But some things to keep in mind are:

  • Don’t fight every single thing you see ever. Don’t try and provoke fights with every single thing ever. Retribution is a thing and the majority of spirits have the advantage when fighting in the astral.
  • Just because something looks scary doesn’t mean it’s out to get you.
  • Observe the culture, maybe talk with some of the nicer (and not trickster) locals who can tell you the Do’s and Don’ts of their culture.

Heeeeeeey people keep talking about different places in the astral and are they alternate locations all on the same plane or are there alternate astral planes with alternate inhabitants?

There are alternate astral planes with their own inhabitants, and alternate locations on the same plane.

Example of the former: We are on earth. Heaven exists on its own plane of the universe.

Example of the latter: We are on Earth. An alternate location on our plane of existence would be Venus.

Is it possible for entities/other people to drag you into the astral (forcefully or not)?

Absolutely, both people and entities can bring you to the astral. And they can do it forcefully or consensually (consensually obviously takes a lot less energy). 

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This will be updated every once in a while. Again, please check this FAQ before you ask me any questions concerning this, please ^-^

But Guys Just Think:

Alistair doodling Mr. and Mrs. Theirin on pieces of paper when he was alone once he started having a crush on his Warden companion, and being extra sarcastic to her because he didn’t know how to deal with those feelings, then kicking himself afterwards for being such an idiot, and Maferath’s hairy arse she’s sarcastic back she’s perfect.

Zevran giving the Warden sidelong glances when he thought they weren’t paying attention because he was confused at the emotions he was feeling towards them, thinking that if he squinted at them long enough he would come back to reality, but finding that he didn’t want to go back to reality as long as they were by his side and oh shit what had he gotten himself into.

Anders finding himself smiling in the midst of working in his clinic because Hawke drifted into his thoughts, frowning after because where in the Void had that come from, then having an internal panic attack not only because he feared what his affections would bring but what it would do to him if Hawke didn’t return those feelings, and he wanted to tear his hair out because it’s just so ugh.

Fenris trying to ward off Hawke’s blatant flirting with scowls and glares, but knows that they’re forced and he just doesn’t know how to make it stop, but finds that he doesn’t want it to because it makes him happy, and since that’s one thing he’s not sure he’s ever felt, he doesn’t want it to leave, so he lets it continue.

Sebastian straining to swallow because his throat is tight due to Hawke’s close proximity, then muttering a prayer under his breath because Maker, he just wants her closer to him, so close that he can feel her own heartbeat and see if it’s racing just as much as his was because sweet Andraste he couldn’t deny that he liked her.

Cullen growling and grumbling because he couldn’t keep up with the Herald’s antics, and Maker’s breath his neck was going to become raw because he rubbed it so much with every smile she shot his way and every time he heard her laugh and he needed to just focus on his work but he couldn’t, because she was a vital member of those he worked with and he couldn’t help but silently admit that he liked it that way.

Iron Bull laying with the Inquisitor in his arms, and he’s staring at them, memorizing every curve and angle of their body and shit, he knows he’s falling for them but the question is if they’re falling for him back and in that moment he feels not fear, exactly, but anxiety, because for once in his life he really fucking hopes that they do so he can just get on with things but with them at his side and vice versa.

Dorian huffing because he finds that he’s reading his book but none of the words sink in, and he has to reread it two, three more times and fasta vass it’s the damn Inquisitor he keeps thinking about, and it’s worse because he finds himself pretending to read his book when he hears the Inquisitor approaching so it looks like he’s not acutely aware of their presence.

Blackwall keeping an eye out for things that remind him of the Herald, everything from a pretty wildflower or a rock smoothed and shaped by water, then creeps into her tent and places it on her pillow or in her pack, and anxiously waits for when she sees them, hiding his glowing smile under his beard when she finally does.

Solas shaking his head as he tried to clear his thoughts of the Herald’s scent, of the poems he unknowingly composed about her until he found himself reciting them in his head whenever he looked at her, and the feeling of companionship she brought to him was so wrong because it was his fault she was in such a position, but he can’t stop, and fenhedis lasa his stomach fluttered with the barest of touches she gives him.

Bonus:

Varric setting his quill down because the Inquisitor’s coming his way, and he knows he’s lying to himself when he says that he just likes chatting with them, that it’ll be more for his story, but as he’s describing them, writing their very essence down on parchment, he finds that only a lover could have depicted them the way he had, and well, shit, he knows he’s a gonner, but he’s not gonna be telling anybody about it anytime soon. 

Dragon Ball Couples.

As a young girl growing up watching dbz, I enjoyed Goku and his friends in battles saving the earth from one thing to another. But I personally also loved the relationships that Akira made.

Now looking back at it, I found a few clichés that made me love these couples even more…including the new couple.

1. Goku and Chi-chi (Gochi)

Originally posted by softgine

The childhood friends cliché.

The oblivious boy forgot the promise he made with the girl that liked him when they were kids. Only to be reunited after a long time in a tournament where he completely didn’t recognize her.

Sparking hate in the girl that foolishly clung to the promise they made as kids. But after revealing who she is, he finally meets his promise of making her his bride.

Chi-chi is the sensible and mature one, while Goku is simple-minded and goofy in their relationship. A relationship that still manages to stay strong even when he isn’t home most of the time, and still holds a caring love.

2. Vegeta and Bulma (Vegebul)

Originally posted by kesisomnus

The love-hate cliché.

Or the smart girl and the bad boy, he thought he was superior to them all and tried to order around Bulma. But she was not having any of his attitude, and he liked the challenge.

She was a huge component in his life, and the strong wife that he needed to keep him in place. Even though she isn’t physically strong, she stands her own ground against Vegeta.

Let’s also not forget Vegeta went against a God, because his wife was injured, like he literally lost it when Bulma got smacked. Charging with full power at a unbelievably strong opponent for beating up his beautiful wife. 

They may bicker, but they sincerely care about each other.

3. Gohan and Videl (Godel)

Originally posted by neogohann

The high-school sweethearts cliché.

Granted at first they didn’t get along (aka Videl was suspicious of Gohan), but he was constantly there for her when she was in trouble. He kept her safe all in the same time trying to hide the fact that he has a secret.

A secret she uncovers and uses to blackmail him to teach her how to fly and along the way she realizes she likes Gohan. Who is as his father oblivious, but you can see he cares for her, a great example is when he couldn’t hold himself back when she was getting beat up in the tournament.

That loving gaze after Videl’s battle against Spopovich, when they looked at each other and understood…

They are the dorky couple that fight together as superheros, or the popular girl with the cute nerd type of troupe.

4. Krillin and Android 18 (K18)

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The enemies cliché.

Or the bad girl with the good boy, way out of his league. It was cute seeing 18 teasing and flirting with Krillin, especially when they were fighting against each other.

But when she was in trouble he made a choice not to end her life and told her to run away. He fought against Cell, even though he wasn’t strong enough, and tried to save her.

And then he used a wish to take away the bomb from within her body, and wanted her to be happy instead of using it for himself. She was grateful over his decision, and thanked him from the bottom of her heart.

Although she left, she still managed to come back to him.

A surprising couple that formed from caring acts (attraction) even though they were enemies. 

5. Trunks and Mai (Trumai)

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The first love cliché.

Honestly (it should apply to gochi & godel too lol), their relationship is so sweet and caring that I can’t describe it. But there is no lie that Mai is Trunks first love.

The girl that he has fought alongside with and been by his side. Time couldn’t keep them apart, and everyone can see how much they mean to each other. Even their younger-self’s have chemistry and don’t hide the fact that they like each other, in a weird love triangle lol.

Two cute dorks, that are in the middle of a war against evil and don’t have time to cuddle and love each other ;)

  • Kirk: Hey, Bones, are you gonna write me into one of your medical records?
  • Bones: How could I not?
  • Kirk: When you do, make sure you describe the musculature right. Cause this isn’t just endurance work—there was a lot of strength training to get here. You wanna use words like “rippling” or “ripped.” “Ripped” is good.
  • Bones: Hmm… Captain Kirk’s belly was prone to rippling after every meal. He rarely wore shirts as they ripped under the strain.
  • Kirk: That hurts, Bones. That’s hurtful.
Phrasing

So, I DM a Giest: The Sin-eaters campaign in NWoD. The characters are a krew with a prophecy to save the world and at the moment they’ve found the military hunter version of Gutanamo bay (‘cause one of them are employed by them and the military needed help big time). They’ve checked all the cells and become disgusted by the conditions and found 1 surviver. A woman, seemingly human, who seems to have been a part of the cult that had an evil entity attached to their leader and killed the whole compound except the group and 2 NPCs. 

Morgan, one of the characters, is the only one who can see into the Spirit realm due to his Stigmata Boneyard and he senses a spirit growing inside of this woman. Something out of this world, he’d describe it as a dragon embryo. One of the seals of the apocalypse is when a dragon returns to the world.

He failed to explain that before he said;

“So, I want to kill that woman. I need to hack her into as many pieces as I can with my knife. I want to slit her throat and stab her until no one can tell she was once a woman,“ 

Silence falls around the table and the other players just stare at him. 

P1: Woah.. Morgan… what the fuck man? No. She’s just a human woman.

P2: What the fuck is your problem?

P3 (whose character haven’t met Morgan before): So… that’s the resident psycho when I’m not here? Man you guys are compensating…

P4: I…No. No. You’re not doing that, Morgan.

Morgan: I have to. I’m a Reaper.

P1: So what? We don’t kill innocents. 

P2: When did you become psychotic, man?

Morgan: But she’s carrying the embryo of a dragon inside of her! She believes to be the chosen one! She can’t live and birth that thing! The Prohecy, guys!

All the others: Why didn’t you say that before!? What’s wrong with you!? You don’t start that conversation with how you want to hack her to a million pieces and THEN tell us it’s because she’s carrying the world eating dragon!

Morgan: So… I can get to work now?

P1: I’ll be outside. I can’t god damn watch that, even if she’s carrying a dragon.

P2 and P4: Yeah, we’ll come along. Do it quick, Morgan.

P3: I guess I’ll stay and make sure it get’s done then…. Nice…

It didn’t get done quick, and you couldn’t see that it was a woman when he was done. Now the characters are all a bit worried about him and his mental health. 

The good thing about Dragon Age lore when it is that broken too, is that it can be so easily fixed with “headcanon” and inferences. It’s like how people explain away mechanics/design flaws in Dragon Age 2 using Varric.

Because we already have an unreliable narrator, we can have magically appearing enemies and repetitive maps. Because Varric is too lazy or over-exaggerating or just not very creative. 

like when he describes boats visually by being “made out of wood and shit”…like that’s a legitimate canon thing he does almost word for word. He says “and shit” and then “it was just a really nice boat okay?”

The Celia/Maeve thing isn’t that big of a deal, just yeah her name is now totally Celia Maeve Loghain Mac Tir. A cabinetmaker/cabinet’s daughter who verbally shut down the Hero of River Dane.

Or how one thing says the Blight lasted 100 year, but another says 192 (with 192 being correct) and can be attributed to the very real shortening/generalization of time that happens in books.

Like honestly if you have the chance, go to the end of the World of Thedas Volume 2 and look at the Errata list for World of Thedas Volume 1. It is one of the best things I have actually ever read in a Bioware book and perfectly represents what is so great about the fluidity of Dragon Age lore. For example:

Any time someone tells you that “asexuality” is a stupid term because “isn’t asexuality about single organism reproduction and not someone’s sexual attraction?” …well… here’s what a PROFESSIONAL LINGUIST has to say about that bogus:

Words have definitions that are created by how a population uses them, not by what you see in a dictionary. Now, words might have roots and prefixes and suffixes that help build the meaning of the word, but ultimately what is important is how the word is actually used by native speakers of that language. So how a population uses a word is how a word receives its meaning or meanings.

It’s also to note that word meanings change over time; there is very little which is static in a language, but languages are constantly, always morphing. Those changes are valid and completely, utterly a part of the contemporary language. Once upon a time people scoffed at how “pants” was shortened from “pantaloons.” But nobody in today’s society would disagree that “pants” is a widespread, very real word of the English language. Words are simply what are used by a contemporary native speaking population of a language.

A dictionary is not an omniscient authoritative source of a language. A dictionary is not a prescriptive means by which to prove whether or not something is a word. A dictionary is an imperfect, human-created document regularly updated to record how a population currently uses a word. It’s an observational record, not a book of rules.

BUT… because dictionaries are records of things that change, the dictionaries’ definitions are very often outdated or incomplete.

So, yes. The dictionary does provide us a scientific term of the word asexuality related to single organism means of reproduction, and that term is still of course relevant in scientific discourse. That still is a meaning of asexuality, yes. But words often have multiple legitimate meanings (ex: bat meaning an animal, sports equipment, whacking something aside, or a way of moving one’s eyelashes). All of those meanings are equally valid so long as they are used by the population of English native speakers. The fact that a very, very large population of native English speakers uses “asexual” to mean “an individual who is uninterested in sex, or who has very little or no sexual attraction”… means that this is indeed a valid meaning of the word asexual! 

Linguist approval for the fact ASEXUALITY IS A REAL WORD ABOUT A REAL QUEER THING!

And if anyone tries to argue with a professional linguist because you think you have some authority and knowledge about your own language, well…

You might have a human body, but that doesn’t make you an expert in biology. You wouldn’t argue with a biologist about the chemical processes that occur within the stomach and other parts of the human digestive tract.

You might be able to see the sun and moon rise and set every day, but that doesn’t make you an expert in astronomy. You wouldn’t argue with an astronomer who tells you how the planets orbit around the sun. In fact, your personal, first-hand experiences of planetary bodies might lead you to make incorrect conclusions, like the earth being flat or the sun rotating around the planet.

Similarly, you might be able to speak a language, but that doesn’t make you an expert in linguistics. Many native speakers’ intuitions about their own language are wrong. For example, most English speakers don’t realize that the “t” in “star” is actually a different sound than the “t” in “tie.” So if you want to argue with me, a professional linguist, you can go and kiss my shiny grad degrees that pronounce me a literal expert in the field.

Asexuality is valid, friends. There is a reason why the term is so widely used by human beings: it’s because so many of us have similar, shared experiences in which we do not feel sexual attraction, or little sexual attraction, or have no or little interest in having sex. Humans don’t make up words that have no use in society. We use words because they are needed to explain something that is a real experience to us. The reason why the word “asexual” ACTUALLY DOES MEAN THE QUEER THING is because we humans have a need for this term to describe a widespread, common, legitimate, valid, understandable, real human experience.

You keep being rad, my fellow ace angels.

Asexual linguist signing off.

Words cannot describe how in love I am with this commission of Finn & Dorian by the incredible @kurogoesinthedas

Giulia described it SO perfectly when we were discussing the piece - “Finn is just there looking at him like he’s the sun, because honestly, he is.”
My Personal Haides’ Epithets

I love epithets! I also love creating and finding my own to use for worship. Here are a few I use in my hymns, poems, and prayers to Haides. 

  • Father of Snapdragons - have you seen the little seed capsule things? They look like skulls. I feel like He and Persephone collaborated and created a flower child. 
  • Solemn King of Ages - He’s been there through the years, the ages, He has seen people from every generation. 
  • Flower-Wreathed King - I feel like Haides has a certain flair for His beautiful wife’s gift to the world. When they’re together, I view it blooming and when they’re apart… 
  • King of Broken Petals - This is the more morose aspect of Haides I worship. It’s the Haides I picture with a withered flower crown, bent over in His throne, humming a sad melody that reminds Him of a song Persephone sang once. 
  • The Dreaded Son of the Shadows - This is the epithet I use to describe His strength, power, and His darker side. I like to honour the deathly part of Haides, the King of death. 
  • Bone King - This is pretty self explanatory, He is the King of the dead. 
  • Overseer of the Dead - Just a similar title to Host of Many. 
  • Dragon King - Dragons are often viewed as creatures who treasure shiny, valuable things. Sometimes I offer crystals and pieces of jewelry to Him under this title. 
  • Scout of Light - He waits for Persephone each Spring and Summer, constantly scouting for her divine light. 
  • King of Soft Smiles - I picture His expression unwilling to change, but does on occasion. In particular, to the soft smile Persephone inspires. 
  • Master of Plenty - This is an epithet of abundance. 

cheese and crackers i’ve tried to post this four times let’s see if it’ll work now

ANYWAY i think this is my favorite thing that I got at con this year. It’s just a necklace with the old Dungeons & Dragons player’s handbook on it, but I was also able to get a charm of the chemical composition of serotonin attached to it. When I started running d&d, I was starting to recover from another bout of depression. It’s now been about six months and I haven’t had another one, which is a personal record. During that time I also got my anxiety disorder under control, and I can’t even describe how freeing that’s been.

Running D&D is something I always knew I’d enjoy, but I never would have guessed how important it got to be for me. It’s given me an expansive hobby, an outlet for the storytelling and creation I need to have in my life, and it’s brought me closer to the friends I DM for. It’s just another D&D group, but it’s my D&D group, and even if it’s just us four I feel like together we’re making a story that we’ll remember for a very long time.

So hey, thanks, D&D. I couldn’t have asked for more. Sorry my parents thought you were Satan.

Day 6: Magnus + Power

Magnus’ eyes snapped open. The steady strum of energy settling into his bones, holding him in its vice as he felt the barely restrained panic.

He closed his eyes and cast his magic out, feeling and searching till he felt that harsh tug.

Help me.

He was out of the bed before the thought was completed, snapping himself into new clothes as fast as he could blink.

He threw open a portal and dashed through, following that trembling bright blue thread, ringing so loud, he could hear it in his ears, vibrating and filled with fear… so much fear… so much pain.

He was going to rip them apart, from limb to limb.

When he stepped out of the portal, it didn’t come as a surprise to find that he was in a warehouse filled with Circle members. What was surprising was the fact that this particular headquarters was so close to the Institute.

Magnus sneered.

Of course the idiots that were the Clave wouldn’t think to look right beneath their noses for the Circle members. He was sure if anyone had mentioned their suspicions about the Circle members being that close to the institute, the Clave would have thought it ridiculous.

“I told you it would work,” someone said, sounding so calm and confident, Magnus decided that he would remove the man’s head first.

He turned his head and saw a man with blond hair, grinning like he’d just hit the lottery.

Magnus allowed himself to smile, and the blonde’s steps faltered, fear flashing in his eyes for a brief moment, and Magnus wondered if he was going to bolt. But then the man visibly pulled himself together and resumed the cocky stroll.

Idiot.

“Of course it would work,” another voice said and Magnus’ eyes swept through the room, the darkness seeming like day to him as he narrowed in on the one man at the back. In his hands he held a warlock child.

Her hair had matted over, tear tracks streaked across her cheeks. She trembled in his hands. But the one thing that made Magnus himself begin to tremble was the cut on her cheek, a long slice that had clearly been made by a knife.

“Who did that,” his voice cracked like a whip, and he watched the men gathered flinch. Even the ones who had been at their different corners in the warehouse, gathering weapons in preparation to storm wherever it was that they planned on heading to, all stopped what they were doing.

No one answered so he repeated the question. “I said. Who did that?”

The one at the back with his hands on the child, spoke. “I did,” he said, sounding extremely proud that he’d tortured a child.

Magnus’s fingers moved, lethal fast and coiled like a whip.

The man’s hands dropped, severed off from his elbows.

He screamed.

Magnus grinned, his smile sharp and biting as he felt his magic slowly rise.

Not the calmer one that he used when he didn’t want to hurt anyone.

No. This power wanted to maim. Wanted to kill. Needed to destroy.

“Close your eyes,” he murmured to the child. She dropped to her knees, raised both hands to cover her ears and did just that.

Magnus took a step forward.

“M…m…mercy,” he heard a thin voice cry out.

He turned to look at the man, a Circle member shaking so hard, a lesser man would have felt sorry for him.

Magnus smirked, letting his powers slowly seep through, showing his marks as clear as day, the one part of him that showed that truly they’d been stupid to bait him.

“Mercy,” Magnus asked, and followed it with a laugh, as hard and dark as the magic that had started pulsing out of him, searching for an escape, looking for what it could singe and eviscerate. “My father is Asmodeus, you fool.” His voiced echoed in the warehouse. He took a step forward. “And there is only one rule in his kingdom. Repay evil, with even more evil.”

And with that, he let his power loose, watching it ripple through, spreading its dark energy all across the room, bleeding and maiming and cutting.

They screamed, hair raising scream that echoed in the room, their screams merging with the sound of cracking bone and the wet sound of flesh separating from flesh.

And then he called out to it. Destroy. Raze. Leave nothing standing.

His power morphed, ever willing to answer his call. The building burned. Fire rapidly spreading, dancing on the walls like his magic did.

Everything burned but Magnus. Magnus and the little warlock child who still had her ears covered and stayed cowering on the floor.

He reached her and reached out, hands enveloping her form as he pulled her to him.

She went willingly with a terrified cry, keeping her gaze averted.

Magnus couldn’t blame her.

“Let’s take you home,” he said and threw a portal open, pulling her along with him as he left the warehouse and the Circle members in it to burn.