#Elven vogue

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[angrennufuin]

Elflinguistics Part 2: Ravnica

For the currently-paused Ravnica campaign, I'm playing Sûl the elven bard-warlock, currently a courtesan but formerly a noble. Mainly I wanted my Ravnica names to sound different from my Eberron names; these are different settings and vastly different people-groups. Let's, once again, get into it.

Rules for myself

Ravnica is a planet that is all one giant city, but some parts of it are currently less-inhabited and more ruined than others. Sûl's family hails from part of this Rubblebelt; while Linmir's clan is a diaspora of middle-class tradesmen and occasionally warriors, Sûl comes from a stuffy, dissipated high-elf aristocracy clinging onto their former glory.

So the idea here is still poetic eloquence, but where Eberron elves make portmanteaus with layered meaning, Ravnica elves go big or go home. Long names are in vogue, and often include hyphens and/or prepositions. They also have multiple names/forms of names for different levels of connection!

Long, formal name used by strangers + acquaintances

A shortened (usually single-word) form of that name used by friends and family

An entirely different "private name" known only to parents and really serious lovers

Formal names

These are used by strangers and acquaintances, in formal settings (which are most settings, for Sûl's family). Elves have long lives and long memories, and it's considered slightly disrespectful/kind of bad luck to name your child entirely after someone else, whether deceased or living. They can get away with this because there are not, historically, that many elves, period, in Ravnica. There are even less in the Rubblebelt, the sparsely-inhabited area of ruins and urban decay that is home to this branch of crumbling elf aristocracy.

We're not using Sûl as the case study for any of these, for reasons I'll explain later. Instead, let's go with her oldest sister. Her long-form name is Elen-atto-vomentië (=meeting of two stars); short form would likely be Elen, as the first word in the name is most likely to be picked for casual usage. Elen (stars) is an extremely common Elvish name; other possibilities could have been Tië (path) or Vomen (to gather together).

Generally, children are allowed to choose the casual form of their name whenever they want to. Like being named Alexander and going by Alex, for example. Not a particularly weighty decision, and subject to change! The "don't name your kid after someone else" social norm only applies to the full formal name, but if you have like six people in your immediate family tree who shorten their name to Elen, it's considered quite gauche.

Intimate names:

The intimate name is a much bigger deal. Generally only a child and their parents know it & parents would never use it except alone with their kid in a moment of great emotion. Traditionally you'd tell your spouse at your wedding, but modern elves might tell it to a non-marital life partner or even a VERY best friend, if their bond is close enough. It's supposed to be something of a horoscope/prophecy/wish from the parent to the child. Elen's intimate name is Asya-Mekte (=to ease [one's] heart); her parents hoped she would be a kind and empathetic soul.

I cannot stress enough that you Do Not say this name except in private! Think like the True Name of a fairytale creature. There's a superstition that where you give your private name, you give your heart -- with the proper spells, some believe it can be used to control you. Is it true? Who knows! But certainly it would be extremely rude, having been given the honor of an elf’s intimate name, to use it where anyone not so chosen could hear.

[I think I was using an older form of Elvish for these? But I've forgotten entirely.]

Surnames:

Surnames are a lot easier to deal with, because they're just place names. This brand of elves is pretty traditional and keen on long history, so they generally go by whatever region/estate/geographical feature they consider their ancestral home. Sûl's family comes from a region and its corresponding manor called Haudh-en-Calen (= Green Hills/Green Barrows), so that's their last name. In the most formal settings you would stick a possessive from in there: Elen-atto-vomentië Haudh-en-Calenva. If one were inclined to make one's introduction more accessible to non-Elvish speakers (Elen is NOT inclined), one could call oneself Elen of the Green Hills. Or Two-Stars of the Green Hills, but that would be just too assimilationist.

This got long and has been languishing in my drafts for months, so you'll have to hear about Sûl's name another day.

[lawful-evil-novelist]

15 Questions-OC Edition

Tagged again by @eli-writes-sometimes, and since I did Aydın, I figure I should also do Valentine, my other lead.

Are you named after anyone?

Oh, yes, actually, the first king of Tir’oloth, Valentinus, it was much more common when I was younger to be named after royalty, very in-vogue for dark elven nobles.

When was the last time you cried?

That’s not really your business, now is it?  I have cried in times of tragedy, but much like my Narcissa, I prefer to express such emotions privately.

Do you have kids?

Quite a few, shall I list them for you?  Andromeda, Cybele, Bartimaeus, Dionysus, Septimus, Vesper, Isidora, Renata…They’re all delights, I could go on. (Author’s Note: He has a lot of kids, he’s also 300)

Do you use sarcasm?

I am firmly of the opinion that if you don’t use sarcasm you have little skill with words, and even less with using them.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their reflexes, socially and physically.  Recognizing reflexes are the first step in determining someone’s weaknesses.

What's your eye color?

Well, the eye I still have is green.  My left eye used to be green, hence the moss agate replacement.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I’ll have you know Narcissa tells the best ghost stories.  There were nights when Andromeda and Cybele wouldn’t leave my side because their mother scared them so, and Vesper would be huddled right alongside them so certain he wasn’t scared.

Any special talents?

I would call my charms my greatest gift, and I’m sure my wives and husband would agree.  They put up with me, after all.

Where were you born?

Tir’oloth, one of the many elven kingdoms that has fallen to the Janurian Empire, for all that’s worth.  The region is now called the Alektian Webs.

What are your hobbies?

I have a fondness for card games, and chess, and I fence quite well though Ursa does often call me a peacock.  Savaş has lent a song to accompany my violin many a time as well.  He has quite the voice.

Have you any pets?

Gem dragons are exceptionally small dragons–only the size of a cat, see–with impressive psionic abilities.  Jupiter, here, is of the emerald variety, very clever creatures, not quite the level of their larger kin but very fascinating pets–and familiars.  They also make for wonderful pickpockets, when trained right.

What sports do you play/have played?

Nobles of my culture are not quite expected to play sports as much as train in combat arts.  I’ve fenced since I was a boy, and have quite the aim with a bow and dagger.

How tall are you?

Not so tall, but average for my kind,  I stand at five and a half feet.

Favorite subject in school?

I had a fondness for classes on enchantment and illusion magic during my schooling.

Dream job?

Why, I have it.  I find there is no greater calling for me than an expensive sword for hire.

And I’m gonna pass over tags to @thespacelizard because I love their characters

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Some fan covers I did past weeks mixing VOGUE and fantasy characters :)

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Omg something normal for once who could believe it not me 👀

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[felassan]

What, then, of the lauded Herald of Andraste? Her origins are as steeped in folktale as the deeds she wrought during the war. In the wake of the Elder One’s defeat, a thousand and one nobles from all corners of Thedas streamed to the fortress of Skyhold in hope of begging her favor. In the art world, ever a mirror image of our waking reality, the accompanying explosion was predictable; her image took it by storm, and to have such a piece in your collection became the vogue for well-to-do households across Orlais. The three I have arranged herein for the student’s consideration are some of the most sought-after examples.

The first is something of an outlier. Reportedly created by the dreaded Wolf himself, it was unearthed by Inquisition agents upon ransacking the scant possessions he had left behind, concealed in a sheaf of papers in his study. Though the medium is not plaster, the style itself is undeniably reminiscent of the now-famed elven frescoes adorning the walls in Skyhold’s rotunda. See how fondly he has captured the sharp angles of her face, the attention paid in every line. A romantic might fancy it a glimpse or window into another world to which most are not privy - contemplative, lonely, wistful - with spirits whispering in the paint. The background is indistinct - it is her features that the artist sees with utmost certainty and clarity, above all else. Curious that he chose to depict his subject prior to the mysterious vanishment of her elven markings, is it not? The meaning behind this decision is currently debated more hotly in scholarly circles than the exact year of Andraste’s birth.

Of the second, it must be noted that this is a classical masterwork that will withstand ages. Commissioned by an anonymous patron of the arts, it is currently on loan from the University of Orlais to Empress Celene, displayed in the gallery at the Winter Palace. That the painstakingly rendered likeness of an elf is now displayed so in Halamshiral, the ancestral home of their people, is a bittersweet irony lamented by none other than Divine Victoria herself in the days after she ascended the Sunburst Throne. The gilt frame compliments the Herald’s flaxen hair, particularly against the backdrop of the healed sky, but more than that, in her expression can be seen her talent for careful diplomacy. Ines Arancia identified the featured blooms as a rare variant of embrium, which counts itself a member of the orchid family. One would posit that here the artist was drawing a parallel between both the exceptional beauty and healing properties of embrium and those attributes of the Inquisitor herself. Their inclusion is also said to be an allusion to “the nobility of flowers”, a line heard in no less than three of the bard songs that have been composed about the Herald thus far.

The final piece is a portrait that was ordered in the fluid style popular among Antivan nobility. Here, the Herald’s countenance is such that she is both curious and wilful in equal measure. The dominant tones are red and green, hues which hark to her preferred manner of dress. A skilled observer shall doubtless notice a certain hurried quality in the brushstrokes; of the painting’s specifications, I am reliably informed that Lady Josephine Montilyet changed her mind on no less than three occasions during the dialogue process with the artist, wishing as she did to oversee the creation of a work which suitably paid tribute to the Inquisitor. Purportedly the Lady was so pleased with the final result that she parted with an additional full fifth of its worth on top of the price originally agreed (along with an eloquently-penned apology and enclosed box of choice Orlesian frilly cakes). The student might look upon this portrait and be critical of its subsequent feel, which has been described as incomplete. However, in private parlors and drawing rooms across the south, this aspect is held up as reflecting the fact that for the elven woman who shook Thedas, and saved all among us from the sky’s anger, hers is a tale yet unfinished.

-- An excerpt from The Dragon Age: Commentaries on Contemporary Art, Volume III by Arnaude-Pierre de Verley

SURPRISE!! @roseategales ✨

We worked together in secret to make and put this together for you of your OC, the lovely Eludysia Adhlea Lavellan.  🎨 📖  We hope you like it and that it does ‘dysia justice :)

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[credits: art piece 1 @honeypeabrain, art piece 2 @resjade, art piece 3 @incaensor, codex entry @felassan]

[dragonagecompanions]

Hi, idk if you guys are still taking requests, but if do are... could you do the DAI companions reacting to a gravewalker inquisitor? Meaning a dead human that is only still around because he is the vessel of an elven wraith (like in shadow of mordor)

Cassandra: Everyone expects Seeker Cassandra ‘Magic is the Root of All Discord’ Pentaghast to be violently horrified, and that their odd Herald will never be safe around her. Surely once they are alone she will seek to rid Thedas of this affront to the Maker, at a time when they need this helpful if unholy creature the most. Steps are taken to keep the two seperate, and more than once plan is in place should they ever meet.

But the result is….somewhat anticlimactic. The focus was too much on ‘Seeker’, and so most of the Inquisition conveniently forgets that ‘Neverran Nobility’ and ‘Raised by a Mortalitasi’ are also two key factors in Cassandra’s identity. While she might not be comfortable with their new leader, Cassandra is practical enough and familiar enough with necromancy to understand a useful tool when it pledges it’s sword to her cause. As long as the elven wraith remains so pleasant they wilol have no problems.

Solas: The Rift Mage hovers constantly between effervescent joy and paralyzing terror. Their leader is essentially an ancient Elvhen wraith, and the potential for like minded discourse and learning are almost limitless. But if this new figurehead is of sufficient age than his ruse is up even before it begins. 

Too much has been put into place to stop the Herald now, but Solas keeps a close eye on this new development, and has his own series of spies always watching. If he must ask swiftly, then despite the risk he will.

Blackwall: It’s unnatural, and disrespectful. Whoever this poor sod was that has their body inherited like an old coat deserves a better ending than this. Unnatural magic aside, his soldier’s sensibilities hone in on that. He’s convinced it will turn people against the Inquisition, but with the Wardens missing and the world in chaos there’s no one else doing anything and so he accompanies this frightening individual regardless.

And is pleasantly surprised at the results. Despite the perhaps sacriligeous beginnings their leader is doing their best for the world, and even if the construct of their existance is perhaps unsavory he’s proud to fight beside them.

Vivienne: It’s an abomination, and with the magical world in chaos as it is Madame de Fer can ill afford to be seen cavorting with demons. While the Inquisition might count on her political support as needed, she will limit her direct involvement with the Herald until such a time as their political pariahhood is a touch less dangeorus.

Sera: No. Just….just friggin’ no. Can’t even let the little people die properly, have to go draggin’ them back for demon suits! Every fiber in the Red Jenny is oppossed to the inquisition’s new leader, and while her people may help as they see fit Sera herself keeps a distance.

Dorian: The Inquisitor’s resident necromancer is, in a word, delighted when he meets this fascinating Herald. Binding a spirit to the body of the dead is no great feat, but for a wraith to do so in such a way as to animate in a fully autonomous, sentient and unbridled matter is truly a feat! If the Inquisitor allows it he spends hours studying their frame and the magics that bind them– though he falls short of attempting to replicate the experiment.

Such things might be in vogue in Tevinter, but the South is certainly the wrong place to be raising dead soldiers. Out in the open, at least.

Bull: He. Hates. It. Hates necromancy, distrusts magic, and is not at all fond to see the husk of what once lived walking around among the living. The Qun sent him here to do a job, and he’ll do it, but the Ben-Hassrath is less than pleased with this development and keeps an everpresent eye on their fearless- and lifeless- leader.

But after that same leader show more interest in keeping his men alive than the Qun his outlook….shifts. He will still never be fully comfortable with what is going on, but it becomes easier to look past the dead eyes and see what lies beneath. Which isn’t much better, but he tries.

Varric: He does his best, but it is difficult for Varric at first to see anything but the monstrosity that was the last moments of Leandra Hawke’s life. The stitched together horror had taken a terrible toll on his greatest friend, and in truth it had taken time for all of them to move past the event. No matter how many times the herald assures him that their host had passed before being inhabited the author is discomforted by the whole thing. He takes great steps to make sure Hawke is well aware of the situation before coming to Skyhold, and never leaves his friend alone with the Inquisitor.

But after Bianca, and the terrible Red Lyrium mminds molded from still living and tortured flesh, Varric can’t help but see things in a slightly different light. Hawke’s mother had her life cut short, but their Inquisitor is making the best of a sitation they could not fix, and whoever this unknown soldier was certainly cannot be displeased at their body’s efforts to save Thedas.

It doesn’t make it any better, but it helps nonetheless.

Cole: He doesn’t think he’s Cole from the tower, but he looks like Cole. The Herald is  someone; “Trying to breathe, too much blood, Maker please make it stop–” but they aren’t evil. The body doesn’t care that it’s still moving, and they want to help. 

So does he. 

-Mod Fereldone

[lilyjcollins-news]

Lily Collins :“I want to dig deep, tell the truth and be more brave” by Jane Mulkerrins.

(click here to see the photoshoot and here to go to the website.)

The day before we meet, Lily Collins had what felt like a breakthrough encounter. At the end of a short, on-camera interview, the journalist had asked where she lived. Los Angeles, she told him, where her mother was born and raised, and where she has lived since the age of five, when her parents divorced. He then asked where her father lived. England, and partly in the US now, too, she answered. And what did her father do for a living? After some stifled giggling from the crew, Collins, who has just turned 30, gently explained her parentage. “And the guy just looked at me with the biggest eyes,” she laughs. “He’s like, ‘I’m sorry, what did you just say? Oh God, now I feel silly.’”

She insists that she was very grateful for his ignorance. “I’m so proud of my family, but I have also worked really hard to carve my own path and to not have that define me.’”

The daughter of superstar musician Phil Collins and his second wife, Jill Tavelman, she admits that her famous surname has inevitably opened doors, but insists that nobody has ever “made a phone call” for her. “I did get told that I could have other ways in,” she shrugs, when we meet on a rainy New York afternoon. “but I never wanted to give anyone the opportunity to say: ‘Well, she only got X or Y because of that.’ I knew it would take longer to do it on my own, but it would be so much more worth it.”

Collins’s insistence on carving her own path is now paying off, with two high-profile films – Tolkien, and Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile, and the US launch of the BBC miniseries Les Miserables, for which her performance as the tragic Fantine is already creating some early awards buzz.

Tolkien, a biopic of the author’s early life, stars Nicholas Hoult as JRR Tolkien, the philologist and author of The Hobbit and the Lord of the Ringsseries, while Collins plays Edith Bratt, his childhood sweetheart and, later, his wife, who was the inspiration for Lúthien Tinúviel, the elvish princess in Tolkien’s Middle-earth. “I had auditioned to play an elven character in one of Peter Jackson’s movies, and I didn’t get it… but I’ve ended up playing the woman who inspired the elven princess,” grins Collins. It is her most mainstream, highly anticipated film to date, and a world away from the romcom roles she was getting five years ago. While there’s a heavy focus on Tolkien’s male friendships – the inspirations for his “fellowship” in his books, Bratt is fully fleshed-out and three-dimensional, too, not some flimsy, token love interest. “She was very creative and very passionate and driven, and he was intellectually stimulated by her,” says Collins. Bratt and Tolkien were both orphans. “At that time women of her status and in her position weren’t really afforded the opportunity to seek higher,” says Collins. “But she encouraged him to continue on his path. It’s very selfless, and, at times, heartbreaking.”

She sees a similar selflessness in Fantine, her once-vivacious character in Les Miserables, who becomes a prostitute and sells her hair and teeth in order to feed her child. “I died on day two of filming,” says Collins, with a laugh. She sent a picture of herself in character to her mother, who replied, “No one should have to see their daughter like this.”

“My choices have tended to go quite dark,” admits Collins of her recent roles. Just three days ago, she finished filming Inheritance, a forthcoming thriller in which she stars alongside Simon Pegg. “That’s incredibly dark, too. I really enjoy playing these characters that, under the surface, have so much more going on than they are saying, or who seem like they are barely keeping it together.

“I’ve always believed that asking for help is not a weakness, it’s a strength,” she continues. “I have a tattoo that says: ‘True delicacy is not a fragile thing.’ You can look delicate, but it doesn’t mean that you’re fragile.” I surmise, from her having it made permanent in ink, that people have, perhaps, underestimated her in the past.

Undoubtedly the darkest of her recent projects is Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile, about the serial killer Ted Bundy, who murdered more than 30 girls and women in seven US states in the 1970s. The title comes from the judge’s summation of Bundy’s acts when sentencing him to death. Collins plays Elizabeth Kloepfer, the killer’s long-term girlfriend who is convinced of his innocence, with Zac Efron playing a charismatic and persuasive Bundy.

While preparing for the role, over the Christmas holidays, Collins recounts how she would wake every night at 3.05am. “I would go downstairs and have a cup of tea, trying to figure out why I had woken up again.” Then, she says, “I started being woken up by flashes of images, like the aftermath of a struggle.” She went to the internet to investigate. “I discovered that 3am is the time when the veil between the realms is the thinnest and one can be visited.” She began to believe women who were murdered by Bundy were, perhaps, trying to contact her. “I didn’t feel scared – I felt supported. I felt like people were saying: “We’re here listening. We’re here to support. Thank you for telling the story.”

Collins tells me all of this in a completely matter-of-fact manner, as if receiving messages from long-dead murder victims were a perfectly normal part of preparing for a film. It’s pretty much the only moment in our time together when she seems more Californian than British. Even her looks – porcelain skin, dark hair and dramatic eyebrows – are eminently more London than LA. And, while in person her accent is pure California, on screen in Tolkien, her clipped, turn-of-the-century English consonants and vowels are flawless, as are her more working-class ones for Fantine. She looks deeply relieved when I tell her so. “I did worry that people were going to be like, ‘Well, she is actually British, her accent should really be better,’” she laughs. “There’s an extra level of pressure. I worked with a dialect coach as I needed it to be absolutely spot-on.”

Collins was born in Guildford, Surrey, at the height of her father’s success – six months later he would release Another Day in Paradise. Is it true, I ask, that Elton John used to babysit her? “I’ve really got to sit my parents down and ask them questions about that. I’ve been hearing it for so long, but I really have no idea,” she says.

After relocating with her mother to LA at the age of five, following her parents’ divorce, she attended the prestigious Harvard-Westlake school, where former pupils include Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal, and began auditioning for film and TV roles. “I was getting told ‘no’ all the time,” she says, which she puts down simply to a lack of experience. “I’d done musicals and plays at school, but I hadn’t studied acting or anything, and auditioning for film and TV is very different.”

At the same time, journalism held an appeal, too. “I wanted to be the youngest-ever talk show host,” she says. After pitching ideas to magazine editors, she began writing for Teen Vogue and Elle Girl, and scored a job as a reporter for the children’s channel Nickelodeon, covering the 2008 presidential election and Obama’s inauguration. “I was 18 and I could just vote, so I was like, ‘Oh great, I get to ask all the questions that I don’t know the answers to.’” What she liked less, however, were the questions she had to ask as a roving reporter on the red carpet. “I would think, oh, that’s not what I really want to ask this person, I would hate to be asked that,” she recalls. On the other side of the microphone now, there are questions she simply doesn’t answer, about her personal life, or about politics, on which she refuses to be drawn.

She studied broadcast journalism at the University of Southern California, but dropped out in her second year when, in 2009, after several years of auditioning, she won her first film role, as Sandra Bullock’s daughter in The Blind Side. Soon after, she was perfectly cast as Snow White in Mirror Mirror, followed by Rosie Dunne in Love, Rosie, the adaptation of Cecelia Ahern’s novel Where Rainbows End.

Though acting has clearly won out over journalism and talk show ambitions are on hold for now, Collins is still a keen writer. In 2017, she published Unfiltered: No Shame, No Regrets, Just Me, a collection of personal essays in which she opened up about her struggles and self-doubts, her relationship with her father, with partners, and with her own body, writing about the eating disorders she battled for some years. “A lot of young women write to me on social media [she has more than 14m followers on Instagram], saying, ‘I just wanted to let you know that this is my situation and my insecurity, not that you would ever be able to relate to it…’ and I’ll always be like, ‘No, I really can relate,’” she insists.

Collins describes in Unfiltered how, as a child, she had only positive associations with food, but that changed when she turned 16. Her father was separating from her stepmother, his third wife, while Lily was juggling school, a budding modelling career, a social life and trying to break into acting, too. “My life felt out of control,” she writes. “I couldn’t handle the pain and confusion surrounding my dad’s divorce, and I was having a hard time balancing being a teenager with pursuing two different grown-up careers – both of which I’d chosen myself, but which also focused heavily on how I looked.” She began starving herself, exercising obsessively and became addicted to diet pills and laxatives, habits which continued well into her early 20s.

She pitched the book proposal during a dry spell in acting. “I hadn’t booked anything film-wise for a while, and I was itching to do something. The idea for the book had been at the back of my mind for a while, and I thought, well, maybe now’s the time.” Soon after, she was also sent the script for To The Bone, a film about a young woman with chronic anorexia. “It was too big a message to ignore,” recalls Collins. She attended group therapy sessions with recovering anorexics. “I didn’t want them thinking that I was just coming in to be nosy. I wanted them to know that I actually could relate. It encouraged me to really dig deep and tell the truth, to be more brave. And it was freeing,” she says. Collins sent a copy of the book to Michelle Obama “on a whim. I wanted to reach out to certain people and just thank them for being an inspirational woman, someone who I look up to,” she says. “I certainly never expected to receive a letter back thanking me and saying the same thing. I need to get that letter framed.”

This summer, she’s heading to France to film Emily in Paris, the new comedy-drama from Sex and the City creator Darren Star. “I knew I had so much baggage that I needed to get rid of in order to take on the baggage of all my characters,” she says. “And the second I did that, my career and my personal life opened up in a whole new way.” Collins, it seems, having been drawn to the darkness, professionally and personally, is now heading towards the light.

vía The Observer Magazine.

[dauntingeropoet-blog]

Mother/Son-in-law

[Introducción a la escena pendiente. Trama es una madre sobre protectora que proteje a su hija, preocupada de que no pierda su virginidad con su novio. Farallia es la madre, Aanya es la hija, Miz es el prometido. Todavia necesito editar, formatear, y no posteé toda la escena completa. Es 1/4 de toda la escena. Y ni se diga traducir. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF ] Farallia: Aanya intuitively knew that Miz stared for a little too long at the wrong places of her voluptuous Mother. A bit of jealously springed as Aanya clinged to Miz' lower back and roughly pinched him as if to scold him. "This is my... friend!" Aanya interjected, forcing a wrathful smile at her partner. Farallia smiled, unaware at the exchange that had transpired. She bent over slightly at the knees, taking the boy's hand and gently shaking it. Her forearms smushed against the side of a massive Lightforged tit, making it jiggle and making it evident she wasn't wearing any sort of brassiere. "It's a pleasure, Miz" she cooed. "Aanya has told her father & I so much about you! Please, come in. Make yourselves as home you two." She said, » turning around and walking towards the living room with a sensuous sway of hips that swayed conversively with her long tail. "Have you had anything to eat? To drink? I could make you some tea but it seems we're all out of tea. If you want, Miz, I could send Aanya to get some tea for us! That way we can chat in private for a bit." Fara said, pursing her lips, tinged with vogue  black lipstick that complemented the pale hue of her unblemished skin. Miz clenched his jaw tight enough to force dimples to form on either side of his cheeks. The unseen pinch sent a flashing jolt of pain along his spine, blood quickly surging around his neck and shoulders, thumping in similar fashion like the point of where Aanya dug her nails to his skin. Eyes remained wide and unblinking, nodding twice quickly and returning the handshake. Forcing a swallow, no doubt his sight caught the jiggling of a large breast, then before too long, he'd quickly dip his attention below, simply catching her lower half this time. He glanced to Aanya, mouthing the words, 'you have?' without ever clearly speaking it. Regardless, the young man took a few steps forward and followed after, looking to where he stepped just in case to be enthralled by her mother's swaying curvy rear. Stumbling with his reply, he coo'd a long breath and tried his best to draw his sight elsewhere inside the home. "I had a small bite before coming here, but couldn't say no to eating I suppose. Ah yes, I would really like a drink. He said, trying to moisten his suddenly parched throat. "Tea would be wonderful, and if you have a bit of honey to add, I'd like that very much." Sighing, he turned to Aanya and gave her a single nod, whispering for her ears only. "Will I be alright, this is normal, correct?" "Have you never been a guest? Of course it is normal you silly boy!" Aanya replied in her natural, confrontative way, half tease half playful endearment. "As long as you don't continue oogling her that way..." she continued before replying to her »"Of course mother." Aanya said while casting a suspicious glance at Miz. "Be right back" she said as she fuzzied Miz's mop of hair as she made her way outside. Despite not being nearly as womanly as her mother, the indigo skater dress made »[Mizib-MoonGuard]: » her cute perky bum stand out a bit. After the front door closed, Fara raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Miz, resting her angular chin on her palm as she stared at the boy, sizing him up. "So..." Fara sadid after a couple instants of silence. "You two » 23:10:19 To [Mizib-MoonGuard]: » are a couple I assume? That would be most... curious. Considering Aanya is to remain celibate until her marriage. Have you done it yet?" She said with a soothing, malificent confidence, completely opposite of Aanya's youthful ferocity. Huffing and groaning, Miz's hair a mess now that Aanya had rightfully tossed his mop of hair about, he allowed a single dip of his chin to show his understanding to what she had to say. Leaving the pair, he couldn't help but a quick glance to see Aanya off, a minimal smirk curling to his lips when noticing of her blessed rear swaying off in the distance. Left in momentary silence, Miz returned his attention back to Fara's own eyes, clearly struggling to keep himself from straying and gawking at her much more mature and motherly figure. He hid a few silent thoughts, wondering if this is what he to look for when Aanya grew and became a vintage in their later years. Already, the heat at his neck grew hotter and uncomforting with each string of words gently glowing to his sensitive ears. A hot blush flushed his cheeks from a sudden and unseen question. Stalling for long as he could, his composure less rigid and now becoming vulnerable without Aanya to comfort him, he'd then say and hope to give what she wanted. "O-of course not. That was the first thing we spoke about, and I am committed to her with everything she is. I respect you and your daughter's wishes, tremendously. I shall not touch her in such ways until after we have been wed." slight shake took to his clammy palms, and even a very faint glisten formed at his brow while giving his best attention and reply. Farallia pouted her lips in reflection. Unsure, she trailed her finger absent mindedly in the shapes of circles as she casted her doubts through expression alone. "You're of half elven and half human decent, Miz. For how long can you keep that promise? Every book, every tale, every interaction I've had with these two groups has more or less succumbed to their vices or streaks of hedonism." Fara said, getting up from her seat and instead placing her draenei derriere on the edge of the table, her tail dexteriously swatting away some of of the china that was meat to be used to serve the tea. She crossed her arms undearneath her ample bust, hoistening the two plump twins and nearly meaking them spill out of her blouse. "Aanya can't be there for that. Our vows are sacred. I have my own towards my husband, but the one to protect my daughter... supercedes it." she said, cocking her head slightly and making a tressle of silvery hair cascade into her clavicles. "I can't have that risk. If  you wish to remain with Aanya then..." Farallia trailed off, pinching the straps of her blouse and slipping them inch by delicious inch with a seductive pace about it, making the seam of the top dig into the cushiony orbs until two plump tits jostled free out of her blouse, taking a full second to settle into stasis. She pushed them together with her forearms enticingly, puffing her chest out and licking her own index finger to make a tantalizing, hypnotic look that might as well be » product of the mind tricks that priests were known to use. "...then I shall drain you of every single drop of your seed so your lust subsides." she said, smacking her lips and leavinga trail of saliva in her finger that dropped between the canyon of her constrained pale assetsTruth rang into every crevice and corner of the young man's growing and curious mind, he knew she had spoken truth without so much a stutter or doubt to it. He sighed defeated, bowing his chin low to his chest and his eyes landing to the floor. He shut whispers: his eyes, listening and soaking in every word Fara had to pass onto him. Eventually, drawing his focus back up, only to find the sight of a plump rear mushed atop the table's surface. His heart thumped achingly and wild within his own chest, breath shallow and unfulfilling his lung's demand. Struggle and ache overwhelmed his throat's motion to swallow, even more so when witnessing the motherly figure slip and slide off her blouse, until a pair of enchanting globes came jostling into view. Transfixed and stolen of will, Miz felt his mouth hang slack and his fingers loose, one hand even coming to the front of his jeans and shielding the tenting bulge. "M-m-mrs. I-uhm. he front of his jeans and shielding the tenting bulge. "M-m-mrs. I-uhm. I don't kno-." The worst of his speech being lost into mumbling nonsense." The worst of his speech being lost into mumbling nonsense, Miz had no choice but to step back and find himself quickly butting into the wall behind him. Quickly trying to disarm or misdirect the topic, he panicked and came to the first thought to his mind. "But Mrs, this -would- stave of my lust for a night. B-but what of the other nights beyond this one?" He said, completely lost into the sight of those massive tits being squeezed together and hypnotized, allowing a slight rub of his palm to bulge without ever realizing it. Fara answered every coy backstep of the boy with a long, catwalk of her own that mimicked one of a cougar stalking her prey. As she walked with a half-lidden gaze, she continued into various stages of undress; fully yanking down her top and kicking ittowards a clothes basket with grace. As the boy's back hit the wall, Farallia spread  manicured fingernails near his temples, drumming her fingers as she sported a coy, mischeavous smile. With the difference in height, Fara dipped her head a bit low, making the perfectly plump tits hang like two immaculate mangos. Her free breasts swayed with a bated breath of her own as her tail swatted around behind her. "Oh don't worry little man." she said, getting closer and baring her Draenei fangs as she whispered into his ear. "IT will be this night and any others your body might need." she said, nibbling into his long, elven ears and cupping one tit to press against his chest. The plump, marshmellowy texture of the breast made the mass squish from the sides, delightfully pressing into the boy like the softests of pillows. Fara swirled a bit of light magic around, the work of Argussian priestesses, and casted a powerful, invogorating spell on the boy's manhood as the nibbles escalated into playful bites. "My daughter is still... a neophyte in the arts of lust. I would be such a better playmate~" she said in a sensuos cadence

[coppercorn-and-cauldron]

Vogue: Elven Edition

These Thranduil promo shots are golden

[illapa-greybane]

House Duskwarden & the Sanctum of Dusk

Illapa is a very old character - over 10 years! While I consider him to be quite well-developed as a persona, his backstory has always been depressingly vague. I’ve always known he is a noble from a very old and well-respected family line, but details of which have always eluded me.

So I finally sat down for some brainstorming on Illapa’s family history, and with the aid of some new headcanons, I finally have details on House Duskwarden.

Illapa Greybane is the scion of House Duskwarden, an elven lineage that can trace itself back thousands of years to the original quel’dorei exiles that founded Quel’thalas. The Duskwardens were powerful users of both arcane and shadow magic, although as the quel’dorei founded the Sunwell and estranged themselves from moon-worship, the Duskwardens’ knowledge of shadow magic fell out of vogue and became a quiet family secret, passed on to promising individuals in each generation.

Headcanon: To elves, arcane power is a vital resource much like metal, timber, water, and fertile ground; just as communities spring up around farmland and harbors, elven communities form around places rich in the arcane.

The Duskwardens cemented their place in quel’dorei society with the establishment of the Sanctum of Dusk, an arcane sanctum in eastern Eversong. Like other arcane sanctums, the Sanctum of Dusk’s arcane dynamos drew energy from the area’s leylines to a singular nexus that amplified and distributed their power over a larger area, providing a source of arcane magic that attracted elven settlers, healers, and scholars, and even allowed the founding of an arcane academy at Duskwither Spire nearby.

Headcanon: Places of arcane power are integral to the structure of elven society, and many quel’dorei/sin’dorei noble titles are associated with governance thereof.

For this service to the elven people House Duskwarden was granted governance of all lands, trade, and citizens under the Sanctum’s power. They have maintained lordship over the Sanctum’s lands for millennia: keeping the crown’s peace, enforcing the crown’s laws, and sheltering the crown’s citizens.

The Sanctum was destroyed during the Scourge’s march on Quel’thalas in the Third War. The area’s leylines frayed and shifted when the Sunwell was destroyed, making restoration of the Sanctum a formidable task. It lay dormant for many years as the newly-christened sin’dorei struggled to survive both the loss of the Sunwell and staggering loss of elven lives.

Only recently has Illapa returned to residence at the Sanctum of Dusk with plans to rebuild and restore it to functionality. Reconstruction of the manor house and outbuildings proceeds apace, and with the help of a shal’dorei leyhunter the surrounding leylines are being re-mapped for routing to the reconstructed Sanctum. Once the Sanctum returns to functionality, Lord Greybane will once again have a seat of power.

[buttsonthebeach]

Chapter Two of “Reckoning” is here!

Featuring Ellana and two of her least favorite things - Orlesian politics, and dresses.

Shout-out to @sasshole-for-rent for seeing this gorgeous dress from (which is Nyasha Matonhodze for Vogue Japan November 2011, and which someone posted on Tumblr as inspiration over here) and thinking of Ellana - it was the perfect inspiration!

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Everything Ellana wore that evening was the product of careful decisions. All of it was a study in concession and rebellion, human and elven. A long, glittering white and gold dress, and not a tunic and leggings. The neckline was high (she was a married woman in her fifties, after all, as the girl who dressed her felt the need to remark) but it fit her tightly through her hips (she was still pretty for her age by their standards, though she did still have to wiggle herself, grumbling, into a sort of girdle to smooth out the softness of her stomach where it had never recovered from childbearing). The cut of the dress was a new Orlesian style, the skirts belling out at the bottom, but the rich gold designs adorning it were distinctly elven. Flowers and plants of all kinds, and not pretty, cultivated ones - the kind you found in a wild field left untouched by man. Then there were her three greatest rebellions: her bare toes, the bare stump of her left arm, and her untamed red curls. Not straightened, not pinned down, but free and ringing her face.

But even these were calculated risks, she reminded herself as she entered the ballroom. Just rebellious enough to remind them that she didn't come to Orlais as a meek follower, bending her knee to the humans, but as an equal. Former Chief Ambassador of the Elven Republic of Enasan, former Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste. Ellana Lavellan. She reminded them with every stride that she was elven, and every eye that fell on her left arm saw the evidence of what she had sacrificed to save them all. The ragged scars of magical energy and the neat surgical scar where the skin was folded over. She understood now the power of a dress, unlike when she was the irritated Inquisitor who’d pitched a fit and refused to wear one to Halamshiral so many years before. Vivienne would be proud. Ellana walked with her head held high.

[informationpalace]

X Æ A-12 Musk: How to Pronounce the Name Elon Musk Gave New Baby

The tech billionaire Elon Musk and the musician Grimes had their first baby together, and his name confuses the world a little. Once Musk was asked by a follower on Monday night what they should have called their new son, Musk replied, "X Æ A-12 Musk." Some believed the name was a joke. Musk is a prolific prankster on Twitter, frequently sharing jokes and memes to his 33.6 million followers. He has also got into hot water for his irresponsible tweets on things like making Tesla private or calling a British cave diver who helped save a "pedo guy." from a trapped Thai football team. Others believed that the string of Musk tweeted characters was a riddle or an equation that added up to the name itself. One person thought the name was "X Ash Archangel," which Musk liked on Twitter, actually. Grimes posted a description, on Tuesday night, of what each character implies. •X, the unknown variable ⚔️ •Æ, my elven spelling of Ai (love &/or Artificial intelligence) •A-12 = precursor to SR-17 (our favorite aircraft). No weapons, no defenses, just speed. Great in battle, but non-violent 🤍 + (A=Archangel, my favorite song) (⚔️🐁 metal rat) — ꧁ ༒ Gℜiꪔ⃕es ༒꧂ 🍓🐉🎀 ���仙女 (@Grimezsz) May 6, 2020 X is the "unknown variable," x is the "elven spelling of Ai," of Grimes, and A-12 is a type of CIA aircraft known internally as Archangel. At the bottom of Grimes' tweet "Metal rat" is a reference to the baby's message. The Chinese zodiac includes all signs of animals and five elements (earth, wood, water, fire, and metal), and 2020 is metal rat year. Yet Grimes' explanation just made the situation more complicated. The character ib is known as an ash, and the actual sound referred to by the symbol is like the A in "cat" or "bad," according to Dictionary.com, and not like "ai." Furthermore, California laws on naming a baby specify that the name can contain only the English alphabet's 26 letters. Baby names cannot contain "ideograms," or symbols that represent an object or a concept, and can include only "appropriate punctuation," such as the hyphen in the name Smith-Jones, according to the state's birth-registration handbook. Does not use numeric characters in names. Musk and Grimes live in California, meaning that "X Æ A-12" is presumably not what appears on the baby's birth certificate. Grimes shared pictures on Instagram on Wednesday night from her Italian Vogue cover shoot — and in the comments she replied to anyone wondering how the name was pronounced. "It's just X, like the letter X," stated Grimes. "Then A.I. Like how you said the letter A then I." The real name of Grimes is Claire Boucher, but in May 2018 she said she planned to change it legally to c, in lowercase italic script, as in the symbol reflecting the speed of light. Musk appeared on the podcast "Joe Rogan Experience" on Thursday, and revealed for the first time how he pronounces the name, which is the same as the interpretation he liked on Twitter: X Ash Archangel. "It is just X, the letter X," Musk told Rogan, "and then the like is pronounced 'ash.' "And then A-12 is my contribution ... Archangel-12, the precursor to the SR-71, coolest plane ever." Musk stated Grimes was the one who got the name. "She's great at names," said Musk. Do not forget leaving your valuable comment on this piece of writing and sharing with your near and dear ones. To keep yourself up-to-date with Information Palace, put your email in the space given below and Subscribe. Furthermore, if you yearn to know about the death of Sean Reed in exchange of gunfire, view our construct, ‘Indianapolis police say Sean Reed was fatally shot in exchange of gunfire’. Read the full article

[verecunda]

He’ll do it after the War of the Last Alliance in tribute to Gil-galad, and that will bring long hair back into fashion for Elven men. (It went out of vogue after Glorfindel demonstrated the dangers of having long lustrous hair. :P)

Okay my pet The Rings of Power conspiracy theory is that Elrond will grow his hair out as he gains position. 🙏

[spelviin]

things i want in life: lup/taako vs lydia/edward in a fabulous elven sibling vogue-off