But I Pleated It.

Fuzzy and kind little things.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENSEI

Mara as the Glamorous Enchantress, from Diana Wynne Jones’ “Dark Lord of Derkholm”

Shona is not impressed.

A WEAPON TO SURPASS METAL GEAR

Rolan Quarn is the greatest turian ever

So I’ve been doing some research for my story.  Which led to me to do a google search of Rolan Quarn, or as most people will probably know him, the turian con ‘artist’ from the Citadel DLC.  

Turns out the guy’s actually been involved in the series since August 2010 where he popped up on Cerberus Daily News, after he stole the identity of Delumcore System’s CEO after he died of a heart attack a week into a holiday.  Rolan then ran the company successfully for two years before getting caught by a routine traffic stop noticing discrepancies in his geneprint.

After his capture, police then released evidence that Rolan had previously passed himself off with dozens of other disguises, including a stunt driver, sous-chef, martial arts instructor, ambassador, varren tamer, news anchor and stand-up comedian.

Three days after, he slipped free of a tracking bracelet and police escort and escaped the planet, but only after leaving a recorded message thanking many of Delumcore’s employees by name and giving advice for the future, ending the note by saying: “Sorry about the bail.  I wish everyone the best.  I’ve never been prouder of the people I’ve worked with, and that’s saying something.”

Then, on New Year’s Eve, he steals the Times Square New Year’s Eve ball (which is four metres in diameter and weighs 5185kg) from the Citadel by himself, before returning it later with a note saying “C-Sec needs funds.  You can smuggle anything onto this station.”

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Then he shows up in the Citadel DLC with the sexiest voice ever and basically tells you how he’s future Robin Hood.  But turian.  

He may only show up for five minutes in the game, but my god, what a legend.

It was only when Shona, in sheer fury, turned the carnivorous sheep among them that they moved. They ran, some of them with charming little white sheep attached to their legs or backsides and the rest shouting about monsters.

Diana Wynne Jones, The Dark Lord of Derkholm (via inlittlestars)

Scarlet Briar

Kneel demands the dragon witch, Eyes burning like coal. Her long rifle doth seek the heart, Her eyes doth seek the soul. No, sayeth the heroes bold, We will not act for naught. Our hearts are ours as are our souls, 'Twas your black heart we sought.

I, the Dark

Do not fear, my child of light You might not understand

Why the world grants you no right Rewards you naught but sand

Haughty is the greatest might Claiming itself grand

I, the dark, will aid your fight If you’ll but take my hand

Requiem for a Love

Twas years ago your soul flew free As I lay you beneath our tree What gods may be Will answer me When we at last, each other, see