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ianehn-blog · 8 years
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Moving~
I ended up being a lot more crap at having two separate blogs instead of just making this a side blog. At first I thought it’d be easier for followers who are only after DA related posts but in the end it just became stressful, haha.
I’m slowly moving this blog to a side blog of my main blog. Will take a bit of time, but will happen! ♥
My main is: solistair.tumblr.com My new side is: solivellan.tumblr.com
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I’M SO LATE because I work too much and have no life.
THANK YOU, so so much. ;-; She’s adorably tomboyish and perfect~ ♥
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Giveaway Prize:
@ianehn ‘s pretty lavellan!
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Remember the time it was only the two of us.
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My friends and I started playing Blade and Soul since the NA version came out, so I’ve been a bit slow with DA posting, sorry! ;-;
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“I don’t want normal, and easy, and simple. I want… I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, passionate, extraordinary.. love.
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Wish by Tinkarooni
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Exploring Crestwood.
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“your full name without an E,F,R,S,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N”
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Oh my… My musician heart is so happy with this ^^
I neded to share here too!
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Blink and you’ll miss it: Krem traces his jaw with the hollow of a bare hand, measuring its strength and texture. Finding it wanting. He puts his gauntlets back on and picks up his helmet. Some days are harder than others, but the armor fits.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Sera lingering near an ancient wall mosaic, her laughter a mocking bark. Elfy shite, who cares? But when the others are turned away she reaches out to touch its surface, wondering.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Solas reacting instantly with brilliant spells to save an ally, face twisted in desperation. When the spell fades he has a quizzical mien as if surprised by his own attachment.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Blackwall, stooped with fatigue and worry, pulling his shield free from his back and running a palm over the griffon painted on its battered surface. He swallows and stands straighter.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Dorian weaving explosive spells at breakneck speed, protecting his allies with sincere fury. They are his tether and his foundation, his friends–erupting walls of fire and ice save Blackwall from flanking Venatori–every blighted one of them.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Vivienne lags behind, turning to watch their tracks. She leans against the red stone for a moment, eyes closed, stealing a moment of fragility for herself. Then she’s among the group again, powerful and radiant.
Blink and you’ll miss it: The Iron Bull is quiet when the fog is thickest in the field, searching hard for enemies within it and taking out his violence on the assassins that come for him. This isn’t Seheron. His mouth shapes the words without sound.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Cole reacting to something Cullen says and yet stopping to think about it, seeing his own hurt more clearly now. His fingers tapping together but then he nods to himself and weaves away.
Blink and you’ll miss it: Cassandra crouches lower with her shield, searching the faces of red templars for some sign they can be redeemed. A spark of betrayed frustration every time, every fight, and she’s up and driving her sword in deep.
Blink and you’ll miss it, but Varric has the eye of a storyteller.
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There’s a story through time, not always put into rhyme. One race as two, an old one and the new. The wolf so tall amending old ones fall. A red-clad girl’s knives’ shivering touch, refusing guidance or anything as such. When baring fangs act like war horns in the night, the elves of ages might as well had welcomed the blight. For the battle begins, arrows high and swords bleeding, a wolf and a girl turning blood hunting into needing. Promises years old returning as ancient and new go down, heartache and love being what makes the leaders drown. Reasons and obligations fade, no one running to the race’s aid. And at the end of the battle they all lay dead, except for the Dread Wolf and his Little Red.
I made a poem about my lavellan Ianehn and the big bad wolf Solas. Super nervous about sharing it but I liked how it turned into a small story of its own. I hope you like it! ‘-’
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How to Address Royals When Writing Fanfics
Alright, I’m going to address a pet peeve of mine: how to address medieval royalty in fanfiction. Now, I know Dragon Age plays fast and loose with it’s pseudo-medieval background, so in truth this may not apply, but this is a tic of mine borne from those hellish months that I spent pouring over 17th century English parliamentary records for my thesis. I don’t fucking recommend it.
Let’s start with Queen Anora and Prince Warden. Why is f!Cousland a queen but m!Cousland a prince consort? It is because Anora/Alistair is the one who actually holds the throne; the Couslands are consorts. Similar to how Obama is the president - the one actually ruling the country - but Michelle is the First Lady. She’s important but she has no right to the presidential powers. Just because you marry a king/queen, it does not give you automatic access to make decisions for the country. So, f!Cousland is a “queen consort” but Anora is a “queen regnant.” But the title of King is always higher than the title of Queen and since Anora is the ruler, that means her consort cannot have a title higher than hers so he becomes a “prince consort.” See: Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.
When addressing a King or a Queen, the general accepted styling is “Your Majesty”/”His Majesty”/”Her Majesty.” If you want to be extra formal, you can use “His/Her Most Gracious Majesty”
Prince Consorts and Heirs should be addressed as “Your Royal Highness”, “His/Her Royal Highness.”
Now, Sebastian Vael is different. Ferelden is a kingdom, but Starkhaven is a principality. Prince or Princess is the ruling rank. Prince Sebastian should be styled as “His Serene Highness.”
As Viscount, Varric would only be addressed as “The Right Honourable” in formal occasions. He would usually be styled as “Lord Varric.” Any children he might have would be addressed as “The Honorable ____.”
Empress Celene would be styled “Her Imperial Majesty.” Any children she might have, as her heirs, would be styled as “His/Her Imperial Highness.”
The Archon is a tricky one. It’s possible he would not have a formal style address like the ones above, but he might be addressed similar to a Roman emperor would have been with a simple “Hail Archon!”
Now for Banns/Arls/Teyrns. Banns and Arls seem to be equal to Barons and Earls, respectively. Both of these ranks have the same address, so it would be “The Right Honourable Bann Teagan” and “The Right Honourable Arl Eamon.” Teyrns = Dukes, so for them it would be “His Grace, the Teyrn of Highever” or just “Your Grace” when being a bit more informal.
Although “serah” and “ser” seem very similar, the games use them differently. “Ser” is a gender-neutral title for knights and templars, such as “Ser Thrask.” “Serah” seems to be a vague, gender-neutral form of address for a squire/yeoman/freeholder. It’s a polite why to address someone who looks like they might have a little bit of money at least. Their children should be addressed as “Miss” (for a girl) or “Master” (for a boy). Please note that “Master” or “Mstr.” is the correct form of address for a juvenile male. Even today, boys should not be addressed as “Mister.” “Mister” is for adult men.
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Don’t you dare say Blackwall isn’t worthy. This is man will be my death!
Vivienne: Well, you two seem to make each other happy.
Blackwall: And? Surely, you’re not ending this on a complimentary note.
Vivienne: I was just wondering how you imagined your future. The Inquisitor and the– well, whatever you are now.
Blackwall: Ah, I see. You think we’re a poor match. Lady Vivienne, that woman there will stand with Thedas’ mightiest because of who she is. She may choose whomever she pleases, even an undeserving nobody. Envy her for her ability to love freely, but recognize that envy is what it is.
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Kimani will kiss everyone. Everyone.
…Except Solas. Nah breh. Not eem a peck on the cheek.
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Vivienne: I don’t know what to make of Solas. So much knowledge and so little personal history… I find that… peculiar, don’t you?
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