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[tankgirly]

Miri1984 wrote...

Despite years of watching (the original!) Knight Rider the first image that always comes to mind when I think of the Hoff is his scene in SpongeBob Squarepants the Movie.
I spend too much time with little kids...
Here, have a NON-HOFF Anders:

The song now stock, I actually humming it while changing my little youngling's nappy!

We are really from the same generation! I grew up watching 'Knight Rider' , 'MacGyver', 'Mission Impossible (second remake?)', and 'The A-Team'

Humph...Anders would fit the Face in that series perfectly....

Tank

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By sweetcandyrain, formerly known as sweetfoxy.

Modifié par tankgirly, 18 novembre 2010 - 08:56 .

[LupusYondergirl]

These gals are cracking me up right now.

All this talk of drawing makes me think I should bust out my sketchpad. But something tells me that just isn't happening unless I wake up with a hangover the size of Alaska tomorrow and can't do any more than sit quietly. And probably not even then.

I'm attempting to herd Maggie and Anders towards the plot. She wants to run off killing bandits and he wants to read her poetry, though. I don't get it. (Probably because I was watching the Firefly episode where Wash made up a fake funeral poem for Zoe, and I thought "wow, I kind of made Maggie and Anders into a Zoe and Wash 'warrior woman/support dude' couple. Completely unintentionally. But that odd leap of logic turned into "Anders wants to read twelfth century Minnesangs."  I don't know how my brain does this sort of thing, either.  It scares me.)

And I always loved Anders in the civil war uniform pic. Mmmm...

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 18 novembre 2010 - 09:10 .

[Miri1984]

@Lupus: Now I'm thinking of that Firefly episode when they're captured by the alliance and Zoe and Wash are being interviewed about their relationship: "Have you ever been with a warrior woman?" and Zoe "We're very private people". Cracks me up. But with Anders and Maggie they'd BOTH be "No, really, she's got this thing she does with her tongue..." and Maggie would be "The things the man can do with rejuvenation spell..." to the point where the Alliance dude would be clamping his hands over his ears and singing "lalalala".

The way Alistair does whenever the two of them start talking in the same room....

And Anders is SOOO a closet romantic. I can absolutely see him wanting to read Maggie poetry and Maggie just saying "shut up and get your robes off, or better still, keep reading, but get your robes off AS WELL..."

Neria would sit and listen to him politely, of course. But she'd be THINKING "shut up and get your robes off".

[tankgirly]

Miri1984 wrote...


Neria would sit and listen to him politely, of course. But she'd be THINKING "shut up and get your robes off".

[LupusYondergirl]

I totally love the idea of Anders as a closet romantic. Flowers and poetry and so on. And Maggie would be all "what the hell is this? Flowers? Are they medicinal? Oh wow, can I eat them!?"
(Actually, at one point in AOA he says he'll never give her flowers just because he knows they'd immediately end up mashed into some kind of salve)

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 18 novembre 2010 - 09:43 .

[Miri1984]

Ok, so this is my David Hasslehoff Anders. I want to start a new one for the 200 page I've decided, since now I can't get the Hasslehoff thing out of my head:

[jenncgf]

Hi everyone!



I've not been on the BSN boards lately. My apologies. RL has thrown me some curve balls and I've been dealing with that stuff.







To that end, I think you should take me off the prompts rotation. If I can't even get on here to read posts, I shouldn't be asking you guys to post more stuff. I will try to check in and read the fabulous stuff everyone creates!

[LupusYondergirl]

I removed you from the list... when things calm down let me know and I'll pop you back on.

Hope things get better soon!



FYI for everyone, here's the current rotation. Since Miri just gave hers last night this will bump you up a week, Avilia.

1. Lupus

2. Sarah

3. Miri (current week)

4.Avilia

5. SurelyForth

6. sabreene

7. Galagraphia

8. tankgirly

[Sarah1281]

So I finished my prompt. Knowing very little about claustrophobia, I hope it turned out alright.


When Anders had first learned that his punishment for his most recent escape was a year in solitary confinement, he had felt that it was completely worth it. After all, he had managed to steal back a month of his life from the templars and while a year in solitary meant that he wouldn’t be able to escape again until it was over, being confined alone couldn’t be much worse than regular life at the Tower.
 
That feeling had lasted for all of a week.
 
The room had seemed a bit small at first but not really a big deal. ‘At first’ being the operative word. Eventually, he had found Mr. Wiggums the cat who occasionally visited and helped keep him sane. Mr. Wiggums couldn’t be there all the time, however, and there were still far too many hours spent staring blankly at the walls. Those all too stifling and suffocating walls. There were times when he almost thought that the walls were closing in on him which was worrying for two reasons. One, that wasn’t a particularly sane thing to think, he was pretty sure. And two, this being a prison for mages meant that for all he knew it really was.
 
The end of the year in solitary couldn’t have come soon enough. Anders was rather embarrassed by the state he’d been in when Greagoir had finally let him out. Some of the templars hadn’t been able to contain their smirks at the sight of him. See how they’d look at the end of an entire sodding year in a cramped room with no one to talk to but a cat and no way to figure out how much time had passed save the meals that had been slid into his cell.
 
So it was a bad experience – a horrible experience – but at least it was over and he could move on with his life and lay low until the time came for his next escape attempt. Or so he thought. He hadn’t expected the nightmares about being trapped back in that tiny room (permanently this time) but since those only occurred at night, he thought that he would be fine.
 
He would have sincerely appreciated it if he could have realized that was wrong before he’d slipped into a closet with not one but TWO beautiful redheads. Unfortunately, despite how very…excited he had been going into the closet, once he was actually inside his excitement had immediately turned into mindless terror. His heart had started racing uncontrollably and he felt lightheaded. It was like he couldn’t breathe and instead of a small closet with his two delightful female companions, he was suddenly back in that room, that terribly empty room.
 
The girls had not been impressed with his performance – or lack there of – to say the least but, despite the fact that they complained to all their friends and his reputation took a hit, Anders really did have bigger problems. He was out of that room, yes, and intellectually he knew that it was over but it was becoming more and more clear to him that the room wasn’t done with him yet, not by a long shot. It seemed that every time he was in an enclosed space he began to panic. Did he mention that the entire Tower was one big enclosed space? Fortunately, it was easier to control when he was in a larger enclosed space than a smaller one. Still, this irrational fear of his was the driving force behind Anders’ sixth escape.
 
When he was caught, Anders found – to his great surprise – that Greagoir had decided not to put him back in solitary. Anders had been terrified that another escape would mean another year, at least, back in that room but he couldn’t not escape. It just wasn’t who he was. Fortunately, Greagoir seemed to have decided that either the room was too cruel even for a mage or else not as effective as it should have been and so he was spared from having to go through an ordeal like that again. Greagoir’s decision was a makersend as Anders honestly didn’t know if his sanity could have withstood that again and certainly not so soon after the last time.
 
It was becoming increasingly clear to Anders that he had a problem and so he did the only sensible thing he could and went to the library to do some research. It would have been easier and taken far less time had he simply asked someone about his symptoms but everyone knew about what he had been through and so if he did ask then whoever he asked would instantly make the connection that he wasn’t just asking out of idle curiosity. Once one person knew, who knew how many would find out? That might not have been a big deal to some people but Anders hated the thought of his fellow mages who were content to just waste away in this prison or the bucket-headed bastards that guarded them seeing him vulnerable.
 
Eventually, he found what he was looking for. Claustrophobia. The fear of having no escape and being closed in. It was almost a relief to find this information, to realize that he wasn’t alone in this. He soon absorbed everything the library had to offer about the subject because he figured that the more he knew, the better prepared he was to deal with it.
 
One day, he’d be free of the Tower for good and never have to worry about being trapped. Until then, there was no reason to let anybody in on this little weakness of his.

[Miri1984]

Do you have any phobias of your own, Sarah? Because you've got the reactions down perfectly. I get like that about heights and spiders.



I love that he couldn't "perform" in the closet because of it . Nice stuff.

[Sarah1281]

I'm glad you liked it.

I don't, actually, which is why I was so uncertain about writing it.

[Avilia]

@Sarah - well done I am claustrophic and reading your story made a short of breath. Very good descriptions.

[Avilia]

Resolving this problem required bringing out the big guns. Pardon my liberties with the dialogue (you'll know which when you get to it).

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One step at a time. Just one step at a time. Willing his feet to keep moving, Anders followed the others down the long path. Really, this wasn't so bad. Nothing to get upset over. The ceiling was quite high, almost high enough that it didn't seem like a ceiling, but the sky. The rock walls could almost be fences. There. See. Nothing to worry about.

"What's wrong?"

Anders stopped watching his feet and looked up. "Nothing." When the Commander crossed her arms he sighed. Crossed arms meant she wasn't moving until he answered her question. He may only have known Buntie for a few days, but he'd learned that much already. "Its stupid."

"Nothing that scares you is stupid." Buntie knew Anders wasn't afraid of the darkspawn and he wasn't afraid of dwarves or Nate, so it must be something else. "Well?"

He'd much prefer not to tell. It was a stupid, childish thing to be afraid of being confined. Stepping closer, Anders dipped his head, so he wouldn't have to speak too loudly. "Its this place."

Buntie looked around, up at the stone high above their heads and then at the walls and floor. "I see."

"Problem Commander?"

Anders knew he looked pathetic but he didn't want Howe to know about this. Or anyone else, if he could avoid it. To his relief after studying him for a moment, Buntie turned to Howe and shook her head.

"No. Take Sigrun and scout ahead. Not too far. I have something I need Anders to do." She knew what that expression meant. Holding her hand out she pointed at the wound on her arm slowly seeping blood. "Heal. Not sex, you dirty minded human."

"Sorry Commander." Nate grinned at Sigrun when he turned around, making sure the Commander wouldn't see it. She'd heard and was already gathering her gear but managed a grin in return.

"You should be sorry. I have a man already, I don't need another one causing me problems."

"Yes Commander."

Once they were out of earshot, Buntie once more faced Anders. "You're afraid of the stone?"

"Not the stone, as such, the lack of space and air and the possibility of being smothered when it all collapses on my head." How could a dwarf ever hope to understand how he felt? It must sound completely stupid to her. "Sorry Commander. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Rocking on her toes, she considered that. "I'm not a surface dwarf. Well I suppose I am now, but I wasn't always. Until Duncan found me I lived in Orzammar. Underground. Under stone like this one." They both looked up at the stone ceiling. "The first time I came outside I was certain I'd fall off the ground. I think I was dizzy for a whole week." Remembering that, Buntie swallowed. "Hard to keep your ale down when you're nauseous."

"I'd say so."

"Not that Duncan had any ale. None of them did. Stone cursed humans. How can a person be expected to travel that far without ale?"

"What can you do? Humans." Anders grinned when she nodded seriously. "Your dizziness passed?"

"Eventually. It took me longer to stop being afraid of the space. So much of it." Demonstrating, she held her arms out and turned in a circle. "So. Much. Space. And air. Strange movement in the air. Alistair had to tell me about weather. Stupid surfacer thing. Weather. What sensible person wants that?"

"Warm weather is nice." Her lip curled. "I hadn't realised how different it must be for you up here." Now he felt even sillier for being afraid of a little rock. Rock and death. Death by rock.

He'd gone off again. "We have to go deeper in. Down into Kal'Hirol."

"I know." A few deep breaths and he'd be fine. "I'll be fine."

"Sex would distract you." His eyes widened. "No?"

"No, I'm sure it would." One of her eyebrows quirked. "Don't you have a man? Or did you lie?"

"Zev. He'd understand."

As tempted as Anders was to agree, he didn't think it would be a good idea. He liked Buntie, a lot, she had the makings of a fine friend. So, while he was reasonably sure they'd both enjoy it, he'd prefer not to. "You're very sweet to offer, but I'd rather not."

"Hmpf. Don't like dwarves?"

"Its not that at all." She didn't look convinced, so he flicked her nose. "You're a very attractive example of a dwarf too, may I say. I'd just prefer we didn't. If only to spare me revenge from your man in the future."

"Coward." It was said absently, while she pondered another solution. "Oh!" How could she have forgotten? "I have something for you. A gift."

"A gift?" He watched her reach carefully into her pouch before holding out cupped hands. "Andraste's ******. Where did you find that?" Being as careful as Buntie, Anders took the 'gift' from her. "Oh look at him."

"Cute, no? I found it at the Vigil. Forgot to give it to you before."

"I can't keep a cat, can I? What about the darkspawn? Won't that be too dangerous?"

"You can leave him at the Vigil." Grinning to herself, Buntie watched Anders coo over the kitten. She'd give lyrium to a blood mage if he actually left the cat behind.

"I suppose I can. Hello kitty, aren't you cute? Yes, you are." What was a good name for a kitten of his stature? "I'll call him Ser Pounce-a-lot, he can live in my pouch."

"Good idea."

"He should be safe there. I'll make sure to put down a glyph so the darkspawn can't hit me." That would work. After tucking Pounce carefully into his pouch, Anders gripped his staff. "We'd best be going Commander. Can't keep the darkspawn waiting."

"No, they get cranky if you're late to a fight."

"They do indeed!" Distracted thinking about the kitten and what he'd need to do to protect him, Anders followed Buntie down into the bowels of Kal'Hirol.

Modifié par Avilia, 19 novembre 2010 - 04:30 .

[Sarah1281]

@Avilia: I really liked the parallels between Anders' claustrophobia and Buntie's initial agoraphobia. Her offering to sleep with him to keep him calm and casual certainty that Zevran would understand as well as Anders reaction to that was very amusing.

[Avilia]

@Sarah thank you   Oghren's reaction to being on the surface the first time was my source for Buntie's reactions.

Modifié par Avilia, 19 novembre 2010 - 04:35 .

[Miri1984]

@Avilia Just gorgeous. And Pounce is a great distraction for the deep roads. Lovely stuff.

[Avilia]

@miri - thank you :-)

[cave_fatuam]

This is Cave. Watch Cave drabble for the prompt. Drabble Cave, drabble. XD
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Alistair,
It's gotten worse. At times he wakes in the middle of the night and stares out the window of our room with an almost lurid look upon his face.  He paces through the Keep and opens every door he has any right to, yet he never actually leaves. I don't know what to do about him. I know this is my fault somehow. I asked him to explain. His reply technically had nothing to do with me, but, Al, he said,  "I just need a little freedom, so I can breathe."
Am I so horrid a prison? Is life with me something so confining and painful? I suppose you're not the person to ask that though, eh?
I'm so worried, Al.
Your friend until the darkspawn drag me off,
Maeve
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His hands gripped the cold stone of the window frame. He could just slip out. Freedom was literally inches away. He was free to waltz out the front door and no one could stop him. Well, the one woman who could  was... supposed to be in bed. Where did she - Heat. The press of a small body against his back answered his half thought question.
"You can leave any time you want, Anders. I'm officially commanding you to do what makes you happy." She whispered. He could feel her lips move slightly against his skin as if to say more, but they stilled before the thought escaped.
"I don't want to leave." It was a lie, but she was worth a lie. He pulled her arms around his chest. "I want to stay here with you." That, contrarily enough,was the truth.
There was the rub. Caught between two forces opposing each other so sharply was wearing on him. Residing in the small middle ground between both desires was suffocating. It felt like a space thinner than the window sill his hands were idly running over. It was like a miniscule prison cell, a tight and constricting place. No room to move either way. No room, no room at all... A stitch grew in his chest, his heart raced, his head swam, and-
"Andy, are you okay?"
"No."

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 19 novembre 2010 - 05:48 .

[cave_fatuam]

@Avilia

Nice parallel. And Pounce always saves the day, doesn't he?



@Sarah

That was just great.

[Miri1984]

@Cave: Oh, oh oh! So sad! So beautiful! The pic was great, but the drabble! *faints*

[Sarah1281]

@Cave: Poor Anders. He wants to stay but he seems to need to leave...what is he supposed to do?

[Avilia]

@cave - so poignant, torn between fear and love. Well done

@cave again! - Thank you   Ser Pounce-a-lot is the true hero of Ferelden

Modifié par Avilia, 19 novembre 2010 - 06:49 .

[cave_fatuam]

@ Miri
Thank you so much. I really wanted to do something that wasn't standard by-the-book claustrophobia centered.
I just can't help but imagine it would be so jarring to have spent over half your life running or attempting to run away from everywhere, then suddenly find yourself in a place that you don't really want to run from. Even more so to be presented with someone who loves you enough to let you leave. So the compulsion to run is still present, but not necessarily the desire to stay gone.

@Sarah
Be adorably conflicted and attractively distressed. XD

@Avilia
Thanks! I love me some internal conflict. I can't help it.

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 19 novembre 2010 - 06:56 .

[LupusYondergirl]

@Sarah: You really did an excellent job capturing claustrophobia. I'm amazed you don't have any phobias of your own since, like Miri said, that is DEAD ON.

@Avilia: I like the parallel between being claustrophobic and agoraphobic, and how Buntie understands immediately. (And you know, I think Zevran would be OK with it.)

@Cave: I think... there's something in my eye. That was gorgeous, and heartbreaking.



(Have my idea set, but I want to finish next AOA chapter before I write it. May do both tonight, at the rate I'm going since I got home.)

[Avilia]

@Lupus - Thanks I'm sure Zev would understand as long Buntie is only doing it for medicinal purposes ;-)