Well, hi, hello, and welcome! I write fic, occasionally maul a sketchbook, and am also an optometrist. My current fandoms are Baldur's Gate, Dragon Age, and Mass Effect, though I do dabble in a number of book series. I can be found pretty much everywhere on the internet as loquaciousquark. Askbox is always open for prompt ideas and general character appreciation. Please don't hesitate to say hi!Inside Tumblr:About Mequark ramblesquark writesquark doodlesquark recsoptometrystreaming archivestalks machina recapsOutside Tumblr:FF.netAO3dArt
Kata Ingellvar and Lucanis on a date in Treviso. A gondola, lanterns and a starry night. Thank you so much @loquaciousquark for this amazing comm request! ♥
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Ahh, it's my girl! My girl and her guy, my favorite pair of dingbats!
This is a moment from the last chapter of my recent Rook-gets-possessed-by-Hezenkoss fic, Hollow Bones. I don't want to spoil too much of this absolute comedy's ending, but—and I know this is a shock, especially for my long-term readers—they both make it through and somehow still end up happy to see each other at the end of it.
@point-maitimo was a joy to work with and incredibly patient with my requests, especially regarding my gangly grasshopper of a PC and her clinging adoration for her grave gold. Thank you so much for your kindness to these two characters I adore!
Everyone else dismounted and trooped across the ditch as well, until they were standing around me in a half circle. I opened my eyes for a moment to look at their boots, then closed them again.
The black cat is called Mörkö (translates into bogey or creature) and the silver one is called Paju (willow). Paju is a distinguished lady and Mörkö is very much not.
The cats live in the estate Fein and Astarion stay at when they are not travelling. The staff named the cats.
Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge
With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho
That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge
Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so,
And spedde as wel in love as men now do.
glossary:
eek also
and even
tho at the time
prys great value
wonder a cause for astonishment
nyce stupid
spedde succeeded
You know the form of language, too, can change.
Within a thousand years, even the words
that were most precious then, seem strange
and foolish to us; yet they spoke them so
and did no worse in love than we now do.
hey harker! very much enjoying the lucanis/illario/general crow posting, and im gonna encourage more: now that you’ve had some time to sit with the game i was really curious to hear more about your opinion on lucanis becoming first talon. i can’t help but feel like it’s completely glossed over that lucanis is definitely going to get chewed up by this job in most save states. i have mixed feelings about it personally - but setting those aside because i’m asking about yours.
i TRULY cannot express this enough: that villa is a tomb and if we do not get him out of there we are burying him in it
lucanis does not want this job. he has straight up canonically always avoided thinking about this by assuming he would die before it becomes something he has to deal with. he reacts with paralysed disbelief to being given it and seems to have barely registered it for the rest of the game. and even if he did want it, lucanis is not capable of this job. none of his skillsets are managing people, or making ruthless calls, or watching out for himself. the only driving force behind him being pushed into this is caterina, who will not be around to do the admin and protect him from external threats forever. and she only wants him to do it in the first place because she had a good heir—his mother—and has needed to project that dead daughter onto lucanis for his whole life, to believe she hasn’t already gambled and irrevocably lost her family’s future decades ago. but lucanis’ incapacity to ever say no to her, which is what lets him stay that eternal teacher’s pet, is one of the most obvious shining examples why he would be so bad for the job!
it would be an uphill battle for anyone to recover control of an assassin house that until last week was being run by your cousin who tried to kill you. it would be an uphill battle for anyone to lead the crows in the aftermath of the antaam occupation. it would be an uphill battle for anyone to cope with the fact that relying on viago and teia—which lucanis with his resources and skills has no choice but to do here, even if he didn’t simply like them and make choices based on liking people because he is not a strategist—presents them as an alliance that any other ambitious talon must cut down to get anywhere. three out of eight of the talons is such a ludicrously dangerous number. it does not take an overwhelmingly brilliant mind to notice that there’s more of us than there are of them
the best man for the job would still be fighting for their life, and lucanis is far from the best man. caterina was! and she still lost five children and six grandchildren holding it! that’s so many! have you guys ever seen that one post about people who kept getting a new outdoor cat every time the last one got eaten by cougars and it was pointed out they were basically just feeding cats to the cougars. that’s what caterina dellamorte was doing having kids
the points in lucanis’ favour off the top of my head are the weight of the dellamorte name and reputation, that his victory over illario was decisive and public, and simply the fear factor that he is a god slayer and, lest we forget, a fucking abomination. is that enough to keep him alive? for how long? under what level of constant anxiety and moral degradation for his very soft over-caffeinated heart? all for the questionable gain of several large and empty villas and the privilege of dragging out the slow and lingering death of a family that, you guessed it, you love it, it’s the thedas favourite: has no! next! generation! heirs! at all!!!
(unless illario has a bunch of kids somewhere. i think that would be objectively pretty funny, a sentence i managed to type most of before feeling ill. oh god we need to get them out.)
i apologise that my tone here is somewhat hysterical but i have been living in the mind of my rook, a character very aware of the realities of crow politics who loves lucanis very much. it does not surprise me that lucanis was once again incapable of even conceptualising saying no to his grandmother and accepted the title, or that the idea of abandoning her legacy and his family would seem insurmountable to him when he has been raised to believe it’s all he’s for and he is the last one shouldering the weight. but i am saying this with total and absolute confidence: this is another prison and he is going to die in there if nobody gets him out.
Finished Bloodborne a while ago. Still thinking about it.
It's been a long time since I did a large watercolor piece, and I tried some gouache on this. I don't know if it's entirely successful, but I learned some things.
It's clear that in order to heal Solas needs a community. He needs people around him, he needs to learn to trust and open himself up and allow others in. No matter how wonderful Lavellan is she can't be enough on her own, so the idea of them just being alone together forever in the Fade doesn't really feel right.
So in my headcanon I instead like to imagine that Solas and Lavellan eventually reach the Lighthouse and set up something like a university there, reachable by eluvian for those who want to learn. They'll teach elves to reclaim some of the beauty and wonder of ancient elven magic. They'll teach mages to work better with spirits, cooperating and helping one another rather than living in fear. They'll teach spirits to negotiate the physical world without becoming demons. Students will come from all over Thedas to study with them. They'll bring in guest lecturers too - seers from Rivain, necromancers from Nevarra, augurs from the Avvar. Their students will learn to appreciate all the different magical traditions from across Thedas, and Solas and Lavellan themselves will also delight in learning new theories and new ways of making magic.
They'll have a real flourishing community around them, a collection of like minds all dedicated to learning. Solas will have friends and loved ones, people who are excited to learn from him and people from whom he's excited to learn in return. In time he'll let his walls down and begin to truly heal. And as a bonus he will get to live out what is clearly his true calling, i.e. to become a professor. The Lighthouse will become a hub of learning and compassion, and Professors Solas and Lavellan will live there forever, helping to guide generation after generation towards tolerance and understanding.
hey boy don't kill yourself. green's dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there's a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 "to kneel at the altar" was slang for "to sodomize"
Princess: an effeminate and relatively youthful male homosexual or lesbian (1931-4)
Daffodil: effeminate young man (1925)
To throw a fuck into: to have sex with (1919)
Top sergeant: a masculine lesbian (1939) [‘she takes command of the girls’ privates’]
Lily: penis (1919)
Wolf: sexually aggressive man (1847); a homosexual top (1918)
Soul kiss: a deep kiss, involving putting one’s tongue into one’s partner’s mouth (1907)
Tom: a lesbian (1909); [in 'old tom'] prostitute catering to lesbians (1966)
Church mouse: a male homosexual who frequents crowded churches in order to fondle any potential sex partners. (1941)
Discover one's gender: to accept or acknowledge one’s homosexuality (1941) / Lose one's gender: To return to living as a heterosexual
Minty: a masculine lesbian (1941)
Also a lot of early 20th century vulgarity is recorded in Letter from My Father, which is a collection of letters published by a man who's dad was, in short, a major slut and human disaster who wrote about his sex life for his son. It's insane. You can find copies of it online & it's a wild fucking read (literally!) and I think a really interesting look at the life of a person who goes against our stereotypes of what people in the past were "supposed" to be like.
Anyways feel free to add y'all's favs to this post. & if you use this for gay historical fanfic please share with the class
#OH THIS IS EXTREMELY EXTREMELY HELPFUL#writing#resources#saving for later#maybe i should move my 1920s story from '25 to '27 because..... bro..........
note for writers: these are dated to the first time they were recorded, not necessarily to their first use. I imagine for many of these, they came about naturally through spoken language before they were written down anywhere. This is especially true of more underground slang because it's probably being recorded (in ways we still have) the least. So if you wanna use a term but it's a little off date-wise, give yourself some wiggle room.
also gonna take this moment to highlight two more i found recently:
Best boy: a sweetheart, a boyfriend, a husband. (1893) [w the obvious equivalent term 'best girl']
Honeydripper or honeydrips: a sexual partner (1917)
Like. Honeydripper?????? That's so horny I can't stop thinking about it. We need to bring THAT back
Lethendralis is a professional artist and illustrator from Ukraine in love with all things magical and mysterious. Dragon Age is a game series that reignited her passion for drawing when she needed it most.