(via pancakesandplaid)
ZEVRAN ARAINAI’S VERY IMPORTANT REASONS AS FOR WHY HIS WARDEN SHOULD LEAVE FERELDEN FOR GOOD AND TRAVEL IMMEDIATELY TO A SUPERIOR COUNTRY SUCH AS ORLAIS
A Very Important List. Read At Once. Burn After Reading, Then Meet Me In My Tent.
- We will never again run out of cheese.
- Likely we will be able to sell the dwarf and buy jewelry.
- Jewelry is far superior in company and visual impact to the dwarf.
- As are dung heaps, blistering corpses, and Toadistair, Morrigan’s dear, sweet, warty pet.
- We may well take Wynne, and she will wear a low-cut dress, and we shall all be better for getting better acquainted with her bosom!
- There are chairs in Orlais, I believe. And real houses with roofs and windows, and beds and fireplaces, and fur rugs that are more than a freshly-slaughtered bear!
- Romance.
- Intrigue.
- Erotic masks!
- Erotic masquerades!
- Wynne’s bosom!
- The bosom that is Wynne’s!
- Are you not yet convinced?
- For let me tell you of something…more.
- Something obscene.
- Something delightful.
- The Orlesian corset.
- Laces pulled taught; boning stiff; hugging the slim and attractive mid-section of a ready and willing elf of all trades, already in such a fine mood from all the windows and the beds and the bosoms, wearing nothing but that single garment…
- …and a dainty pair of some noblewoman’s attractive footwear…
- …and there will be no dogs…
- …or toads…
- …or dwarves…
- …and perhaps, if you are very, very naughty, you may remove, inch by inch, snug curve by snug curve…
- …the attractive footwear.
- (But I shall leave my corset on.)
Two years of Je Suis Malade
Vancouver Olympics Gala, February 2010
KOI in Russia, late March, 2010
The Ice, Japan, July 2010
Golden Skate Awards, Italy, October 2010
Russian national team test skate, September 2011
European Championships Gala, Sheffield, January 2012
Plushenko skated Je Suis Malade in post-competition galas exactly twice—at Vancouver for the first time, and at Sheffield for the last time (so far), nearly two years later. In between, he skated it at a number of shows.
I remember being somewhat surprised when I first heard that he did this program for the gala after winning the 2012 European Championships. It seemed a strange choice for such a joyous and triumphant occasion. But after watching his performance, this choice began to make a kind of sense. To me, it was not a performance in isolation, but the culmination of a series. To my mind, its voice and its emotions are brought more into focus when one considers it in context of all the other performances of this program that came before it, beginning with and especially Vancouver, and all that happened in between. (If you have the chance, watch these two galas together: I’ve always found the feelings quite different, but they complement each other.) In a way, maybe it was even the perfect choice of exhibition for this triumph. Perhaps one could push it even further (okay, maybe a little too far but anyway), and suggest that in some strange sense, these two galas, Vancouver and Sheffield, can be seen as two parts of one performance—just one that took nearly two years to complete.
(Maybe I am making things up again (as usual), but more generally, in my eyes Plushenko’s performances of Je Suis Malade always seem to somehow reflect his conditions and moods at that particular time, perhaps more so than other programs which he skated over extended periods.)
A small detail: at Sheffield, he skated it wearing not its usual red-on-black costume, but the blue costume for Storm. Another curious choice: how does this costume have anything to do with what Je Suis Malade was about, after all? But again, somehow the idea begins to make every kind sense when one sees it together with what came before. The two costumes actually have a lot in common—a fairly simple, close-fitting, high-collared top, black pants, the main design element starting at one shoulder, cutting diagonally across the torso and extending past the belt and down the side of the opposite pant leg. In the JSM costume, the slash starts from his right shoulder and go towards the left, the opposite is the case with the Storm costume. But the biggest differences, of course, are with the colors. I remember one fan once calling the red-on-black costume “a slash of blood”, as if he’d cut open his own chest. And the background: black, unrelieved night. If this were lightning, I would have called it T. S. Eliot’s “dry sterile thunder without rain”. One is searching, but hope is not seen. But the Storm costume, with its nearly identical basic form, turns all this around: the lightning (and storm clouds) are strongly contrasted, living dark and bright, and the background is a rich saturated blue-purple, living, optimistic, scattered with crystal lights (stars? water?). I’ve always imagined it as a night also, but a night whose air you would love to breathe, a night when the storm had just passed (and it is the very storm that cleansed the air). It was as if after ages of night and drought, the rain finally came, the stars finally came out. So again strangely enough, this costume was also perfect for Je Suis Malade, I think more so than his usual costume for it would have been—but exactly and only for this occasion.
(via phrazey)
Zevran, the ever-beckoning, he of heavy lids and empty heart, would laugh to see the word “love” on the Warden’s lips, had he not nearly died for it.
He was dying every day since setting foot in the filth that was Ferelden, surrounded by mud and dog and the Maker-forsaken Warden. The Warden who did horrible things, like accept him, and want him, and truly care for him.
It would have been so easy to be the Crow, the liar, the rake, anything but Zevran, anything but the empty shell that once held a man and now rattled when shook as though it was filled with dried up bones. Rivani seers could shake him out, read that rattle like chicken bones, look into his eyes and see the hollows behind them, see the desperate want for something to make him whole.
But he was safe—the Warden was Fereldan, and every Antivan fishwife knew that Fereldans knew nothing but how to raise a good dog and make piss-water weak ale, so what did he have to fear?
Zevran, the fool, he of self-sustaining lies and infinite doubt, remembered he was alive when the word “love” fell from the Warden’s lips.
Death had suited him better, fit like an old pair of leather boots, broken by the weight of ages, by a thousand steps away from what they made him, from what he was supposed to be. But it was a convenient lie—a way to fool himself into thinking he was unyeilding steel, rather than fragile skin and hollow bone.
Rinna had known he was lying.
Taliesin knew too.
And now the Warden knew.
(via marty-mc)
Oh, where to begin, where to begin … such a multi-talented artist, from sketches to bold colors to 3d modeling. There is such depth of understanding and interest, too, especially in regards magic and Tevinter.
Naiad’s art so clearly echoes a love of lore, and a sense of place, and more than everything else an investment in who these characters are, and who they could be, their love, their pain, their joy. (Their irrepressible attitudes, as witnessed by the two Garret Hawke pieces at the top of our photoset. ^_~)
There is, for example, one of our favorite pieces of Aveline fanart ever, that manages to be sweet and romantic and still as firm and strong and determined as Aveline’s shield.
Perhaps the best illustration of this breadth of skill can be seen by the multiple explorations of Feynriel:
- tranquility as commissioned by msbarrows
- 3d modeling and costume design
- the power of blood magic
- with Keeper Marethari
- or poppies
- plus multiple AU explorations
- and have we mentioned Tevinter?
That is by no means an exhaustive list of Naiad’s glorious artwork, or discussions of lore and world design, but we hope it gives you a place to start. And enjoy. :)
Thank you naiadestricolor!
And, as always, let us know if there’s something we missed, or something you’d like to add. <3
(via arquen)