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[mousestalker]

@LupusYondergirl- Steamy!

[Miri1984]

@Lupus - I loved it, and as I said before, it was hilarious reading it at the cafe this morning - one screaming child in my lap and the other stuffing her face with crumbed fish and peas. I'm certain the waiters had NO IDEA what I was reading.



At the risk of being laughed off the thread, my first Anders sketch (or at least the first one that I'm willing to admit to):

[Avilia]

@Miri! That's really good. You've got the forehead, the nose and eyebrows all happening. He makes me want to tickle him into smiling ;-)

[Avilia]

@Lupus - I'm gettting a broken link on your story. Will try later from home in case it just doesn't like my phone, but wanted to let you know :-)

[cave_fatuam]

@ Sarah
That last line made me giggle like whoa.

@ Lupus
You'll have to excuse me it got very hot in here... will make a coherent comment later. XD

@ Miri
Yay! You're on the right track. You have made so much progress in like no time at all.


Prompt Response:
"The Art of Lying"
In which Anders shows us the steps to an effective lie...

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 12 novembre 2010 - 03:54 .

[Sarah1281]

How thoughtful of him to give us a step-by-step. Knowing him, we could know how he does it and he might still get away with it...

[Miri1984]

@Cave: Love it - that first panel of smirkness is awesome and it just gets better.

[LupusYondergirl]

@Miri: Wait... didn't you just take up drawing, like, DAYS AGO?
Wow!!

@Cave: that's fantastic! I love it! 

@Avilia: That's great... I love the idea of an Anders/Sigrun prank team tormenting everyone at the keep.

And thanks to everyone who read my filthfic

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 12 novembre 2010 - 04:19 .

[Miri1984]

@Lupus Thanks! But copying from a screenshot is, I think, much easier than attempting to draw something from scratch. And I'm so cheating - I skipped body proportions and anatomy because I wanted to draw faces. Still, it's the most fun I've had outside fanfic and video games for years so I'm definitely going to keep practicing!

[Estral27]

@Miri: That is really great - his eyes are very expressive Keep it up, you are certainly talented!



@Cave: Haha, that is awesome. I can just hear him whispering to himself...



For this prompt (my second time doing one) I really really wanted to do a comic - something to redeem Anders from the position I put him in with Namaya last week (he wasn't supposed to come off as such an jerk - I promise!) But today and tomorrow are just too busy at work to get any real drawing done. I tried to write out my comic idea instead



The Art of Lying... with help from Pounce.



The kitchen was awash in warm yellow light as the head cook Leenda, a little elf woman from Highever bustled about preparing the afternoon warden snack. As she gingerly set her bowl full of fresh biscuits on the table, her elf-ears perked at the sound of small footsteps leaving the larder. The larder, which had been locked since the early morning when the wardens brought in a large catch of fish.

As this realization set in, Leenda spun on her sharp heels and charged towards the direction of the paw steps.

"POUNCE" she screeched. "Have you eaten all the fish?" Her eyes were wide, surveying the destruction. Fish bones, fish entrails, odd fins and other slightly less categorizable parts were strewn about creating a rather grisly display of fish innards.

Pounce sat down and licked his paw, staring up at the little elf woman.

"Mrow?" he answered. His eyes were wide and soulful, gleaming with innocence - or a full belly of fish.

"I will send you outside with the dogs!" she squawked "With the darkspawn! I don't imagine they carry around milk and saucers!" Her hands struck at the air in frustration.

Pounce looked up, watching her scramble about and offered a soft, "Mrow?" at her distress.

"How could you DO all of this? What a horrible mess!" She wailed.

"Mrow?"

"Hey now, whats this? Why are you yelling at my kitty?" Anders swept into the room, scooping the tawny fluffball into his arms.

Leenda's eyes grew fiery. "Your mangy cat ate ALL of the fish from this morning! We have nothing left for the afternoon snack, much less dinner!" She threw her arms up again, always so dramatic.

"What? Pounce? Did you do all of this?" Anders leaned into the cats bunched up face, currently curled up in the crook of his arm. Pounce looked up, and offered "Mrow?" as a reply.

Anders smiled and patted the cat. "There see? It's settled."

"What?" Leenda screeched again "And just how do you figure that Ser mage?"

"Well Pounce said he didn't do it." Anders replied simply.

"What? Of course he did it - he's," she looked around, "He's LYING!" she spat.

Anders looked back at the elf, wounded. "Oh come now, a cat can't lie…" he trailed off as the cook threw her hands up again in frustration, and stalked away.



Anders heard clapping coming from the corner of kitchen, and smiled as his commander stepped into the room.

"Bravo, Anders" she smiled.

Anders looked up with wide eyes, perfectly feigned innocence "I don't know what you are talking about."

They chuckled as he put the cat back down.

"Taught him everything I know." the mage smirked and escorted the commander out of the kitchen.

[Sarah1281]

So the cook is more inclined to believe that Pounce is lying instead of Anders being wrong about saying Pounce said he didn't do it? Interesting. Anders messing with her was nice.

[cave_fatuam]

@ Sarah

tee hee Too right.



@Lupus

Thanks!



@Miri

Thanks so much!



@Estral

Love it! That was such a hoot.

[Estral27]

Yeah, I think that part might be a bit unclear - I was imagining her as being so frustrated with the situation that she doesn't quite grasp the fact that Anders is speaking for a cat and lying to her though the cat...



One of the reasons I tend to stick with drawing A lot easier to just draw what you want to happen. I have great respect for all you writers!!!

[Miri1984]

@Estral HA! I was just thinking EXACTLY the opposite .

[LupusYondergirl]

Here's my combo response for this and last week's prompt. There's a lot of innuendo in this, but nothing outright dirty.
I admit... my Anders, he was really kind of a jerk in his pre-Warden days.

The Reason Why

“Get out!” she screamed, throwing his boots at him, first one and then the other.

Anders scrambled, pulling his robes on as he hopped across the room, fighting with socks and belts. Damned Tevinters, he thought. They never have to get dressed in a hurry?

“Out!” she screamed again, hitting him.

“I’m going!” he said, backing away. “But… it wasn’t my fault. Why aren’t you yelling at her?!”

Namaya glared at him, growling. He stepped back. “You were in bed with my sister! ”

“I didn’t know!” he insisted again. And really, he hadn’t. At least, not at first. “It was dark! She should have told me I was in the wrong room!”

“Out! Out! Out!” she screamed again. “I help you hide from templars, I kept you from starving to death, and this is what you do?! What kind of worthless bastard are you?!”

“Oh, did I tell you that?” he said, surprised. “Really, holding that against me seems a bit much. It isn’t as though I can control who my father was.”

“Eeeargh!” she screamed, pushing her hair back. “I am going to kill you if you don’t get out right now!”

Anders tried to smile at her. “I don’t suppose you’d still be willing to help me with finding my phylactery.”

Namaya’s eyes narrowed and she unsheathed a dagger from her back.

“All right, nevermind,” Anders said, backing away quickly. “Forget I said anything. And, um, I’m sorry. Really, really sorry.”

After stopping in the hall to finish getting dressed Anders went downstairs and sat in the main room of the inn. Pulling out his money he asked how much a room would be. “A sovereign,” the bartender said. “Extra twenty silver if you want breakfast with it.”

Anders glanced at the coins in his hand. A half-sovereign piece, eight silver, and four copper. “Um, just checking. Can I get an ale?”

The glass was set before him. “Troubles with your lady?”

“I suppose,” Anders shrugged. “I mean, she wasn’t really my lady, but yes, there are certainly troubles.”

“Ah, give her a few hours, she’ll calm down by morning.”

Anders shrugged, sipping his ale. The bartender wandered off before long when he realized Anders had no interest in talking.

With the drink gone and no legitimate excuse to stick around he wandered out into the streets of the town. They were somewhere between Denerim and Amaranthine. Not that he had the faintest idea where. He’d met Namaya in Denerim and followed her since then. It wasn’t as though the Circle had regular geography classes, after all. Kicking a stone with frustration, Anders turned down an alley. A quick glance in the window revealed shelves covered in bolts of fabric. A dressmaker, then. Or tailor. In either case, not a business that would open before daylight. With a sigh he sat on the ground, leaned against the wall, and attempted to sleep.

Anders woke with the first light of dawn. Brushing the grit of the street from his robes, he tried to smooth his hair back. In daylight he could see flowers lining the windows of the building he had slept behind. Glancing around and seeing no one else on the street this early in the day, he plucked almost half of them from each of the window-boxes before heading back to the inn.

Ordering a small pot of tea he sat in the front room and waited, flowers at the ready.

The whole thing wasn’t really his fault, as far as he saw it. The three of them were drinking together. Namaya and her sister (truth be told, Anders couldn’t quite remember her name) retired upstairs while he stayed at the bar to finish the pitcher of ale. That turned into one more, and by the time he made it upstairs he couldn’t quite remember which room was the one he and Namaya had, and which was her sister’s.

He picked wrong.

Of course, Anders hadn’t known that. Not right away, at least. Dropping his robes to the floor, he made his way across the room and crawled into the bed. His feet had barely left the ground before something warm, female, and elven was hanging off him, doing all sorts of very interesting things with her hands and mouth.

“N-Namaya?” he said, surprised. Not that he wasn’t sleeping with her, or planning to sleep with her that night. It was simply that this woman was completely unlike the one he had been sleeping next to since they left Denerim. Even drunk, he realized she wasn’t normally so… aggressive.

The only response was a giggle. A high pitched, extremely feminine, young sounding giggle.

It was at about that point Anders realized he was in the wrong room.

Seconds later, when her head dipped below the blankets, he determined that he really didn’t care. After all, they had just met. It wasn’t as though they were married! He could sneak back to the proper room after with no one the wiser.

It actually seemed like Anders was going to get away with it. Until he realized Namaya’s sister was a screamer. Normally that would be fine. To be completely honest, normally that would be just fantastic. But not when he was trying to keep them from getting caught by the woman who was sleeping on the other side of a very thin inn wall. “Oh Maker!” she shrieked, and someone pounded on the wall. Anders hoped that would be enough of a hint.

Nope.

A few more shouts to the Maker followed, with more pounding from Namaya’s side of the wall. “Yes!” her sister screamed, oblivious to the disturbance she was causing. “Yes! Yes! Oh Anders!”

The pounding on the wall stopped suddenly. Anders froze, hearing a door slam open. If he had been sober he would have hid under the bed, or in the closet, or something. Not… tried to finish before they were interrupted.

But Anders was far from sober.

So now he sat waiting for Namaya to come downstairs, sipping his tea and rearranging flowers. It wasn’t as though he was heartbroken… well, he was, but she wasn’t the reason. His phylactery. She insisted they were in Amaranthine, having overheard two templars gossiping about it. She insisted they could find, and destroy, the damned thing. The idea of being that close to freedom and missing out because he opened the wrong door? That was heartbreaking.

“What do you want?”

He turned around in his chair. Namaya was standing at the foot of the stairs, arms folded. Her sister had been behind her, but scurried back up the stairs when she saw Anders. He pretended not to notice the black eye.

Jumping up, Anders crossed the room quickly, holding out the flowers. Looking her in the eye he loaded as much sincerity into his voice as he could manage with a straight face. “I only want a chance to apologize,” he said, staring into her eyes. “I’m not going to ask for another chance. As much as I’d want one, I know I don’t deserve it.” She snorted and he held out the flowers. “I was stupid. I shouldn’t have had so much to drink that I didn’t know where I was. It was my fault, and I’m sorry.” With a sigh she grabbed the pilfered bouquet from his hand. Looking miserable, Anders reached over, running a hand along her cheek. “Take care of yourself,” he said sadly. “I… I’ll leave you alone now.”

Anders walked towards the door.

“Wait,” she called. “Anders…” He turned to look back at her. “You really didn’t know it was the wrong room?”

Success, he thought, suppressing a smirk that was threatening to erupt.

****

Oghren slammed his glass down. “Even I think that’s low,” he said.

“I’m not denying that,” Anders said. “It was a long time ago. I was… a different person then.”

The dwarf shook his head, beard twitching. “The things you get away with… makes me sick. All you do is make those big eyes and women drop at your feet. Believe any damn thing you tell them.”

“Oh, be fair,” Anders said. “You know damn well I don’t… make big eyes at anyone now.” Oghren raised an eyebrow. “Well, fine, but she’s the only one. And I don’t lie to her. She’d see right through it, anyways. You make it sound like I’m out tormenting half the women in the city!” Sighing, Anders set his own glass down. “I admit, it wasn’t my finest moment. But… I managed to get myself captured in the next town, which she took as me disappearing without a trace, and, well…” He shrugged, hands out.

“Well?”

“You really need to cut down on the ale,” Anders said, making a face. “Well they stopped here for the night. The next time I saw Namaya was when she sent us into that templar trap just after we’d both become Wardens.”

“The boss always wondered why you didn’t want to go after her,” he said. “She wanted to. Still does, I think. You know her temper.”

“You really think I wanted her to know that story?” Anders said. “Especially then! I was still trying to convince her I was a decent guy, this wouldn’t have helped my cause!”

“Yeah, well, you would have deserved it. If I knew I would have sooner knocked you on your arse than let you get within ten feet of her. She’s screwed up enough as it is.”

“I know,” Anders sighed. “I was an ass, I admit it. But… that’s what happened. You wanted to know why she sent us into that trap, there you go.”

“You ever find out what happened to her?”

“I guess she’s fine. Living in Denerim now.” Anders smirked then, picking his glass back up. “Her sister kept writing to me, asking to visit. I had to threaten to sic Maggie on her if she didn’t leave me alone. Not a peep since then.”

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 12 novembre 2010 - 07:48 .

[Avilia]

@Estral - that's great Poor cook though driven to frustration by illogical mages.



@Lupus - it was an honest mistake, I'm sure ;-) Neat way to combine two prompts.

[Miri1984]

@Lupus: Yeah, he was an arse, but he was also HOT and CHARMING. Chivalrous pervert!! I just love him!

[Sarah1281]

@Lupus: Wow, was Anders kind of an ass. I'm glad that in present-time he realizes that and seems embarrassed about it. I mean, when even OGHREN starts to call you on your behavior you know that you probably shouldn't have done it.

[LupusYondergirl]

@Estral : I kind of read that as the cook assuming crazy mages COULD understand cats. Either way, I loved it!

@Avilia : well, he didn't realize it at first...



@Miri1984 : Chivalrous Pervert indeed. Actually, at that point he's probably Handsome Lech but when he sees that the Warden Commander is The One Who Got Away he quickly tries to convince her that he's really a harmless Chivalrous Pervert instead.

I think I have to do a more obvious one-shot... but in fic Maggie totally thinks "well, he must REALLY be into me since he chased me so damn long, so I guess this is a Real Thing." But in the few one shots that touched on it, he really was just completely playing her and looking to get laid in the beginning of their relationship.



@Sarah: He really was. I kind of like the idea of maturing a playboy **** type into a decent guy, though. It's fun.

I admit I think I go OOC for Oghren, I ignore his characterization in Awakenings. I think they really messed him up. I just look at how he ended up by the ending of Origins if you had his approval really high and played mostly good, and expand from there. He's too awesome to just end up a one note burp joke, and that's totally what he was in Awakenings, no matter how far he might have come in Origins.

[Miri1984]

Ok, just trawled through FF.net to see if there's an Oghren origin story because I AM SO GOING TO WRITE ONE. No one has done it yet. I mean - tragic love story or what? Wife becomes paragon, goes crazy, leaves him for another woman? It WRITES ITSELF.

My brain is ticking over like crazy. I just need to find a way to work Anders in there and I'm done. Maybe it can be a flashback story.. *tick tick tick tick*

Way to avoid writing my original stuff.

[Sarah1281]

Most stories (usually one-shots) I've seen addressing the issue are from either Branka's POV or, usually, Hespith's.

[Miri1984]

While I was trawling I found THIS fanfic by bamftastik (who also did The Last Warden, one of my favourites) and I have to post a link to it because it's hilarious, even though it has no Anders.. YET... there is potential for that though. 

Training Exercises.

[Miri1984]

Sarah1281 wrote...

Most stories (usually one-shots) I've seen addressing the issue are from either Branka's POV or, usually, Hespith's.

Mmm, I couldn't find any at all on FF.net. Maybe I wasn't looking in the right spots - I'll check Hespith and Branka as characters as well. But this idea has totally grabbed me. I have an image in my head of toddler Oghren. With a beard.

[Sarah1281]

Miri1984 wrote...

Sarah1281 wrote...

Most stories (usually one-shots) I've seen addressing the issue are from either Branka's POV or, usually, Hespith's.

Mmm, I couldn't find any at all on FF.net. Maybe I wasn't looking in the right spots - I'll check Hespith and Branka as characters as well. But this idea has totally grabbed me. I have an image in my head of toddler Oghren. With a beard.

The one I'm thinking of, Worse than Death, was from the Dwarven Craft competition on DeviantART.

[Miri1984]

That was an excellent story, thanks for the link.

Working on outlines for the next ten chapters of Shades at the moment - damn this stupid structure I've painted myself into - time is going to jump all over the place. I don't have time to start another fic, but I have a feeling it's going to eat at me until I do.