#It's since been corrected on the wikia and AO3

[yokohamabeans]

this is random but i thought kakuchos last name was ‘hitto’. if not where did that name come from? did he make it up? i’m so desperate to know more about him

Hello!!! Don't worry, it's not random at all!! (I too am thinking about Kakucho constantly...)

I believe that his surname being 'Hitto' was a mistranslation in the fan scanlation of Chapter 164:

This line was translated as '[I am one of] Tenjiku's Four Heavenly Kings, Hitto Kakucho'. As the English-only fandom of TokRev only had access to the fan scanlations at that time, Kakucho's surname as Hitto took off. The TokRev wikia and even AO3 also tagged him as Hitto Kakucho, which I guess was what made it seem official and further drove that idea in.

However, the line should actually be translated as '[I am the] First of Tenjiku's Four Heavenly Kings, Kakucho.' Hitto/筆頭 (or Hittou if you wanna be precise with the syllables) is an affix to indicate someone as the top of a list. (It can also be noun, meaning the head of a brush.) But because it was written before Kakucho's name in the panel, it made it look like his surname, and hence why it was translated as such (I'm assuming.)

I hope this explains it! Hitto is not his surname, nor even a self-appointed name!!

(And I share the same sentiment.... I'm desperate for more official Kakucho content.... When is his birthday Wakui??!!)

[historybehindassassinscreed]

Since I’m not good enough at HTML to create a real Info/FAQ page for this blog, enjoy this lazy alternative instead

How did you get the idea for this blog?

Well, to be honest, I was reading a fan fiction (I don’t remember which one, so don’t ask) in which Robert de Sablé played a major role. In the fic in question, he was basically crazy and so bloodthirsty that it seemed that the entire scope of his existence had narrowed down to making Altaïr miserable.

This got me wondering; did this person who was actually writing the fic KNOW that Robert de Sablé was a real person? Judging by the way they were writing, they did not. It was about then that I started thinking that maybe I could do something to let people know that there were more people in Assassin’s Creed other than the obvious ones (such as George Washington or King Richard the Lionheart) that had actually been around in real life.

At this point I started thinking about making a blog, but I still wasn’t certain that people would be interested in it, so I asked about it on my main blog. A couple of my mutual expressed a mild interest and now here we are.

Where do your images come from?

The in game ones come from the Assassin’s Creed wikia. For the banner at the beginning of each article, I usually try to find a picture of the main character of that game interacting with the object/person/place, if at all possible.

For the others, I mainly rely on google. What can I say; I’m lazy. If there’s one picture in particular that comes up frequently in my search, I will try to find one that’s big and has nice quality.

How do you do the research?

I first try to find a multitude of sources about what I’m talking about. Usually I attempt to avoid Wikipedia because you can’t guarantee that people weren’t messing with the information presented (looking at you, people who vandalized Todd Howard’s page). If I can’t avoid it though (usually because there are not many sources on the topic at all, an issue I’ve run into a few times for this blog) I just make do with what I have.

I primarily lean on one source and then use the others to fill in gaps and double check that the information is correct... or at least repeated in other places.

How do you decide what topic or game to talk about every week?

Usually I’ll just scroll through my posts and think, “Hm, it’s been a little while since I’ve published something from this game.” After that, I will simply go to the page where I keep a list of all of the people, objects, and locations that appear in the games that I can feasibly write about. They’re not really organized in any way other than those categories, although the ones from later games tend to be lower down on the list.

I will take requests if someone wants to read about someone/somewhere/something in particular, or if they want to hear more about a specific game, but no one has taken me up on that offer as of yet. Who knows, though, there’s always tomorrow.

What’s your main blog?

You can find me over at @moonsp1r1t. There is absolutely no organization over there, but if you want memes and fan art you’re golden. It’s multi fandom too, so there’s (mainly) Assassin’s Creed, Steven Universe, Marvel, Skyrim... some other crap, I’m sure...

Also, feel free to chat with me if you have time. I’m frequently on my phone and I’m lonely.

Why are you so interested in history?

I didn’t even realize I was until a couple of years ago. I was in high school, depressed, and not knowing what I wanted to do with my life when it hit me that I’ve always liked history and always been good at it and I decided then that I wanted to be a history teacher.

I’m not really sure that answers the question, though, now that I think about it; it’s just something you guys seem to ask me, so I felt the need to include it here. Sorry.

How old are you?

I’m nineteen and I’m a sophomore in college. Social science major, education minor.

Can we find you on any other websites?

Yeah, but nothing like what I do for this blog. I’m also on Devientart, FanFiction.Net, and AO3, but I don’t use the first two as frequently any more. Still, I use the same username as my main blog (Moonsp1r1t).

Anyway, I can’t think of any more questions that you may ask/have been asked before, but if you’re still curious about something, do not hesitate to ask me. :)

Safety and peace, friends!

[brainsmut]

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening Summary: Alistair shows up at Vigil’s Keep unsure as to whether this is his new home or his new duty post. He has a few surprises in store.

Rating: EXPLICIT

Tags: AU, Welcome Home Sex, in which the author indulges herself in fluff smut and politics, well not so much that last one yet, but this is a series so wait for it, Fluff, Smut, Flut, Grey Wardens, Warden Alistair, Dalish Warden, Queen Anora, Both Alistair and the Warden survived the Blight sooooo…, oral sex, vaginal sex, riding

Notes: Welcome to the first story of my Schism AU! Most of the fics will not be Explicit, but Alistair just got home after being away from his sweetie for a while. They need some alone time together (and I felt it sets up what comes after that very nicely). If you want to skip the sex, read until you get to “I’ve no intention of sending you anywhere yet” (or until you get uncomfortable) and then skip down to the break, where Alistair gets a rather rude awakening.

We’re starting a few months after the end of Awakening, though everyone (except Justice) has chosen to stick around instead of scattering to the winds. Summary of this world setup: Anora is Queen, Alistair is still a Warden, he did the Dark Ritual, Female Dalish Warden who romanced Alistair, Loghain’s dead (good riddance), …and I think that’s most of the important bits.

Oh, and my headcanon in regards to Elvish is that, during the time of the Dales, the elves “recreated” the language as best they could from what scraps they had (sort of like what’s been done with modern Hebrew), and that it is this language that modern Dalish have preserved and learned. I raided the DA Wikia for Elvish words; translations are in the end notes, just in case. I wanted to show that my Dalish Warden’s past is still important to her, given what goes on in this fic.

Warning: I have not played Inquisition, and I’ve only made it through Act 1 of DA 2 (though I know some spoilers for both of those games and some other material). THIS IS AN AU. I am picking and choosing and making everything else up. I know that’s not gonna be everyone’s cuppa. But if you stick around, I hope you enjoy this!

(5,972 Words - on Ao3)

NSFW Teaser below the cut:

           “You can’t leave,” she insisted as he made his way over to her neck, “You’re needed here.” She let out a ragged breath before adding, “Badly.”

           “How badly?” he asked against her skin.

           She growled slightly at the back of her throat. “Let me put it this way, ma vhenan: we’ll have lots of time to savor each other some other night.”

           He pushed himself up to look at her as his eyebrows shot up. “That badly? Huh. And here I thought I missed you more than you missed me.”

           “Why would you think that?” She sounded almost insulted.

           “Well, you were busy rebuilding the order, slaying darkspawn, and protecting the innocent,” he said, contenting himself with kissing more of her neck since she was still insistent on talking. “I had nothing to do but argue with Highever officials about ‘zoning’ and dream of being with you.”

           “I missed you in battle as well as in bed,” she informed him, hand toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m used to having you always at my side. Fighting without you makes me feel naked.”

           “So because you had to fight as well as go to bed alone, you missed me more, is that it?” He stroked her skin, watching his hand go down from her shoulder, over a breast (just “accidentally” running a thumb over her nipple, which earned him a quick, delighted shudder), down past battle scars both old and new to her hip.

           “Exactly,” she declared. “And I missed you for other reasons as well.”

           “Such as?” he asked, starting to tug her panties off.

           She smirked a little as she lifted her hips to help him with the task. “I missed your smile. Your laugh. Your voice and the sassy little comments you’re so fond of making.” He chuckled at that.

           “See? And you said I wasn’t funny.” He was enjoying pulling this last item of clothing down along her legs.

           “Being a smart-arse isn’t the same as being funny.” But she dropped it to continue her list. “I’ve missed the heat of you near me, even if we’re just standing together in public. I feel so warm, so safe with you at my back. I’ve been cold and alone for far too long.” He tossed the panties to the floor. “I’ve missed hugging you, holding your hand, talking about the day with you.”

           “What else?” he asked, moving back up to resume kissing her neck… then her collarbone…

           She exhaled happily and smoothed her hands over his scarred back. “The feel of your skin next to mine,” she declared. He caressed one of her breasts, more deliberately this time, and she added, “The feel of those sword-calloused hands on me.” She arched a little as his lips and tongue arrived at her other breast, and she had to pause to catch a bit more breath before she could use it for speech. “The… the particular flavor of joy that comes across your face when you can see how much I want you.”

           “’Particular flavor of joy’?” he asked, without lifting his head. His hand was leading the way down one side even as he kissed his way over to the other breast. Wouldn’t do to pay more attention to one than the other, after all.

           “Mmm. It… I don’t know how to… it’s happiness but also this… glee, and passion, and desire… it’s this mix of emotions I can see in your eyes, in the quirk of your lips… I love seeing you happy, but seeing you want me like that is...”

           “Is?” he prompted, enjoying her words almost as much as her skin. She was trembling beneath him as he stroked one of her thighs and he gave her belly button a quick lick before continuing down her body.

           Her breath was shuddering as well, and it took her a moment before she could answer, “It makes me want you more. Makes me need you.” She cried out for a moment when his tongue found another, more sensitive, target, down between her legs, and then she bit her lip a little to try to keep herself quiet.

           “I thought you said the walls were strong stone,” he commented.

           She was panting faintly. “Force of habit.” She turned her head as she moaned again. “Ah, evanuris, ar lath ma…” She was already babbling in Elven.

           “You must really have missed me,” he said smugly.

           She started to respond in Elven again before catching herself and correcting. “Yes, my love, of course I did.”

           “Thank you, but I meant that… Well, it usually takes you longer to forget the common tongue.”

           “I’d nearly forgotten yours,” she said instead.