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[cave_fatuam]

I feel like Leliana, but I totally want to play with his hair now that you mention it. XD
I'm far too silly at the moment and need to go to bed. hehe

^------Totally why Anders went to Kirkwall.

EDIT: <3<3<3:wizard:YAY!!! 300 PAGES!!!!! <3<3<3

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 11 février 2011 - 06:20 .

[Galagraphia]

Yay!

I'm soooo predictable!

Edit: Cave, that is so damn adorable! 

Modifié par Galagraphia, 11 février 2011 - 08:07 .

[cave_fatuam]

Prompt Response, the first:

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 11 février 2011 - 06:19 .

[Avilia]

My contribution to your festivities:

Click here to watch

Well done guys You'll hit 1000 soon!

Edit @Cave lol - I'm singing in my head now "Stop! In the name of loooove, before you break my heart".

Eh I shouldn't have posted and taken up a spot - I doubt I can get it deleted so I'll do something 300y to make me look like I'm supposed to be here.

Modifié par Avilia, 11 février 2011 - 09:38 .

[Miri1984]

WOOT. My prompt. It's only a short drabble, but it's intended to bridge between Blood Wound and whatever comes after

JUSTICE

At first, He didn't much like the fade spirit. Luckily he was usually well encased in that black-embossed armour, but every now and then Anders would catch a whiff of something that smelled a little too much like death, and the booming voice set his teeth on edge.

There was something to be said for having him in the front lines rather than say, Oghren, for example. Less work, for one thing. Justice didn't mind a few crushed ribs or a concussion and Anders was able to concentrate his talents on the more fragile members of the party. Everyone was grateful for a bit more healing, especially Alim, whose forays into blood magic were giving Anders the heebies these days. Truly, the human body wasn't supposed to leak like that, there was a reason skin was mostly waterproof.

And then they started talking to each other. At first, Justice was pretty much a self righteous arse, and Anders could live with that, because, well, Justice. He didn't much like the cracks about Pounce being his slave though. Pets were a different kettle of fish altogether, and the thought that he might be depriving Pounce of his freedom had niggled at him so much that he'd left the door to his quarters open for a whole week, wondering if the cat would take it upon himself to leave.

Pounce didn't. Cats were, Anders had always known, smart. And sticking with Anders was worth the indignity of having his ears ruffled every now and then, because Anders fed him. And gave him a warm place to sleep.

As their conversations moved into more interesting areas Anders began to realise that he actually liked the… man… spirit… corpse… He was so in love with the world, like Sigrun but without the stigma of a dark past; he was like Anders, but without… well, you know… that…

He found he sought Justice out of an evening, on the battlements of the keep. They would watch the stars together and talk about why the world could be a better place but wasn't. And really, he didn't smell that bad. Not as bad as Oghren on a bad day.

When he left Anders felt like he'd lost a friend.

When he came back, it was very, very easy to be relieved.

And too easy to forget the danger.


ETA: AVILIA YOU ARE FULL OF WIN.

Modifié par Miri1984, 11 février 2011 - 10:40 .

[Wedger]

@Miri. Great prompt fill, as always. How do you do it?

[Galagraphia]

Miri, wow, this will be a canon for me, at least until Anders&Justice will tell us everything themselves.

My response:


Edit:
@Avilia: lmao, poor Natty 

Modifié par Galagraphia, 11 février 2011 - 12:53 .

[LupusYondergirl]

This post? Totally a placeholder for my 300 response.

and, like, 20 hours later...

Friendship is its Own Reward

The return to Vigil’s Keep was less than triumphant.

While Anders would never question the Commander’s decision to save the city at the expense of the Wardens’ home- indeed, he had pushed her towards doing just that, the cost was high. The thought of everyone who had remained behind never left him, but even then Anders couldn’t even contemplate leaving the city to fall. Not when they were standing at the gates, literally close enough to hear the screams of terror from the residents. Not when they could actually watch as darkspawn struck down innocent people without resistance.

Sitting on the ground, back against the statue of Andraste, his eyes passed across what remained of the inner bailey. There was blood still splattered against the stone in places: this would just have to be the one time it went more than three days without rain since his arrival in Amaranthine.

One spot was from Oghren, he knew that much. Finding out he was alive, sleeping off several major injuries in the Keep’s infirmary, left him far more relieved than he would have expected. Indeed, he had spent more time keeping watch over the dwarf than anyone else, casting occasional spells to speed the process as much as he dared. The reaction of dwarves to magic was unpredictable. Were he human Anders could have healed him in a day or two. Unfortunately the lessened effects of magic on dwarves was true for all magic- harmful and helpful alike.

Velanna had disappeared to no one’s shock save, perhaps, Nathaniel. Howe had decided to mourn for her, assuming she was killed in the assault. Anders suspected she had just used that disappearing spell of hers- the same one she demonstrated when they first met in the woods. She didn’t really seem to be interested in being a Grey Warden beyond being able to find her sister more easily. Defending a fortress from waves of attacking darkspawn would probably make her even less keen on the idea.

Really, Anders wanted to be sad about it. She was a Warden and a sister, for as much as that meant to her. But… she was a difficult person to like. Or tolerate. Or not loathe utterly. The fact that she made no secret of her hate for him, as one of the few humans in their group, didn’t make things any easier. He was probably less ashamed than he should have been about being slightly relieved she was gone.

What troubled Anders the most, what stuck in his mind as he looked over rust-spattered walls and walkways, was the image that had left him frozen in horror at the doorway of the keep.

“Why do spirits seek out mages? I've always wondered.”

“You speak of demons. I am not a demon.”

“Aren't demons simply spirits with unique and sparkling personalities?”

Justice didn’t laugh. He never laughed. Or smiled. Or made jokes. Really, by all normal standards Anders used to judge people, he should have hated the man. Or spirit, perhaps, to be more accurate. He didn’t, though.

“Why do you not strike a blow against your oppressors? Ensure they can do this to no one else?”

How Anders had jumped at the turn of that conversation. It was fairly reassuring to know that the personification of all that was fair and just in the world agreed with his view of the treatment of mages. Not that the Chantry would care. It was more likely that they would have struck him down as an abomination in their usual heavy handed and brutal manor had they realized what he actually was. Anders doubted that a group who assumed all mages were simply potential maleficar would grasp the difference between a spirit and a demon. Still, it further reassured Anders of the rightness of his beliefs, which was never a bad thing.

They approached each other with trepidation at first. It was his fault, he could admit that. He drove the man… spirit… insane with questions. What do demons want with mages; are you saying you could become a demon; you must have some desires… Anders never let up. It was too tempting an opportunity to pass by. A chance to find out the motives of demons, to perhaps discover some additional ways to protect himself, was irresistible.

Not that Justice didn’t have his own thoughts on what Anders should have been doing with his life… Hardly a day went by without some needling comment about how his time would be better spent working towards freeing mages. He did manage to ignore most of the comments, pointing out that his noble crusade would be rather futile when some templar skewered them both through the middle.

It wasn’t until Justice started in on the cat that the two actually began to talk. “To enslave another creature does not seem just,” was what he had said. It chafed at Anders, to think that he could be no better than the Chantry in Ser Pounce’s feline eyes. He left his door open for several nights, even tried to shut the cat out at night. Pounce always returned.

“You don’t understand,” Anders tried to explain. “What life would he have without me?”

“A life of his own, of course,” was the predictable response.

“True,” Anders was forced to agree. “A life of his own, where the nearest farm dog would like nothing better than to have him for dinner. Where he would freeze in the rain and snow, and exist off rats and garbage.”

“Not unlike your existence before the Grey Wardens, it would seem,” Justice said. Anders choked back a laugh…. Was he making a joke? But no, he was quite serious about the comparison.

“You may be right,” Anders admitted. “Being a Warden… it’s not bad. I get food and a bed, they get a healer.” That gave him an idea. “It isn’t so different, with Pounce and I,” he went on. “I make sure he has a safe home and food, and he… well…”

“Yes?”

“He…” Anders shrugged. “He doesn’t really give much in return. But he is my friend, so I’m happy to keep an eye on him.”

“It sounds not entirely unlike your Circle,” Justice said. “They provided you with food and a bed, did they not?”

Anders narrowed his eyes. “And kept me prisoner,” he snapped. “I’m no prisoner of the Grey Wardens. I’m free to come and go as I please.”

“I see,” was all Justice said.

It was nearly a week later that Justice approached him again, as he practiced spells outside. Few people would come near Anders at such a time. The dwarves, of course, didn’t care. Magic was nothing to them, being practically immune and completely lacking the. Humans, however, and most elves, were almost universally uneasy with the prospect of actually seeing what made mages so very different. Even when that very mage had used his skills many times to save their very lives they often preferred avoiding any reminders. Justice had no such qualms, however.

“I believe I understand,” he said, walking over and speaking as though there conversation had ended moments, not days, ago.

“Oh?” Anders said noncommittally, switching to ranged spells so he could speak as he practiced. He hoped whatever else Justice had to say would reveal just what it was he understood so Anders wouldn’t be forced to admit he had no idea what the spirit was going on about.

“I have been speaking with Nathaniel,” Justice said in his careful way. “He has pointed out to me that, quite often, two can do together what neither could do alone.” He looked thoughtful. “That is the way of you and the Grey Wardens. They are stronger with you than without, and you are afforded a more comfortable life because of your association with them.”

“True enough,” Anders agreed.

Justice looked pleased. “I am curious, though,” he went on. “Although I can see the benefits your feline companion reaps from your association, I cannot quite understand what you gain.”

“Friendship can be its own reward, Justice,” was all Anders could think to say.

“On that I may have to take your word,” he said. “It is a concept I am still not entirely familiar with.”

Anders remembered how he looked over at him then, seeing past the decaying body to Justice himself. Even as he had pestered him for information on the fade and demons Justice had never spoken to him as anything less than an equal. “You may be more familiar with it than you realize,” he said finally, smiling.

Now he sat wondering which dark blight on the Keep was where that friend met his last moments. When they returned home it was Anders who found him. Or rather, found his head. The darkspawn had taken it, their nature driving them to cruelty almost automatically.

“Won’t he just go back to the Fade?” Nathaniel had asked as Anders stood by the pyre.

“You think I know?” Anders snapped.

“You’re a mage, aren’t you?” he asked. “I thought mages were knowledgeable about the fade.”

“Sure,” Anders said. “We understand next to nothing as compared to the more than nothing non-mages understand.”

Nathaniel seemed dubious, and left not long after.

Anders was napping several months later, strolling through a grove in the fade that looked remarkably like the woods outside Gwaren that he remembered from his childhood, when someone fell into step beside him. “You were right,” he said, voice clearer now that it wasn’t passing through the throat of a dead man. “Friendship is its own reward.”

“I’ve missed you,” Anders said a moment later.

“Missed…” he mused, as though the word was foreign to him. “Yes,” Justice finally said. “I have missed you as well, friend.” The two continued, walking side by side, for some time. It was the spirit who finally broke the silence. “I have been thinking,” he said. “We once spoke on how two together can be capable of much more than either would be alone. Do you remember?”

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 12 février 2011 - 06:07 .

[SurelyForth]

I knew we were going to get to 300 well before I had time to write anything. Noooooo!



@Miri I loved the evolution of Anders' feelings towards Justice, and it is just about perfectly done!



@Avilia I choked on my water at that last image. Glorious! Now I'm debating if I'm mean enough to show it to Mel_Redux...

[pagerunner]

All right... @Miri asked me to write something, so I have attempted to oblige. I have NO idea where this came from, but here, have a little ficletty thing featuring Anders and Pounce, from somewhere in the Awakening timeline....

--

It would be easier to accept the occasional tumble on the battlefield, Anders thought, if it weren't for the feeling that the cat was smirking at him.

Really, he ought to get over the feelings of embarrassment and simply be grateful for the cat's mysterious healing abilities. More often than not, he was grateful, deeply and profoundly. But it did seem now and then as if Pounce were keeping score. During the last battle, when Anders had been surprised by an ogre grabbing him from behind and flinging him aside into a stone wall, he opened his eyes to find the little cat washing one paw and peering at him as if to say, You should have seen that coming.

Which he should have, honestly. It was kind of hard to miss an ogre. That, of course, only made him irritable about it, which was why he rubbed his sore head and muttered, "I'm a mage, not a psychic. We don't actually grow a third eye, you know, particularly not out the backs of our heads."

Pounce meowed and butted up against his foot. Anders sighed and scratched him behind the ears.

"Still," he said. "Thank you."

Pounce purred, and Anders looked up at last to see the ogre in question sprawled lifelessly on the cavern floor. "Huh," Anders said, studying it through his still-hazy vision. The ogre had been anything but dead when he'd passed out. "I don't suppose I managed to get off a dramatic killing spell at the last moment, and have simply forgotten my heroics under all the, um, concussion…?"

Pounce went on purring, in a very not so much sort of way.

"So who was it?" Anders sighed, looking at the distant silhouettes of his companions. They were picking their way back through the darkspawn corpses to retrieve him. "Our illustrious commander? Our remarkably-chatty-for-a-dead-person dwarven friend? She Who Could Flay Me Alive With Her Tongue?"

Pounce didn't deign to reply. He merely rolled over, looking very much as if he wanted Anders to scratch his tummy. The mage, smiling and shaking his head, complied.

"Next you'll be telling me that you took the thing down single-handedly," he commented. "Or single-pawedly, I suppose."

Pounce batted at his scratching fingers, all innocence.

"Because I would believe all manner of things from you at this point," Anders dryly went on. "And seeing as you're not being terribly forthcoming…."

Pounce yawned.

"All right, new theory. While I was unconscious in my appallingly undignified way, you transformed into a twelve-foot-tall fire-breathing demon and char-broiled every darkspawn in sight, then set upon the ogre, wreaking your unholy vengeance upon it for felling your wise and benevolent master…."

The cat stared at him. Anders sniffed, his smile going crooked.

"You should be glad I'm willing to believe you're so fearsome," Anders said. "Bewaaaare the dangerous demon kitty."

Pounce meowed, sounding suspiciously exasperated about it. Anders let out a tired laugh and picked him up, settling the cat into his lap.

"Never let it be said I'm not actually benevolent, though," he said. "There will absolutely be fish for you when we get home, as thanks for saving my skin. Yes, there will."

Pounce purred, curling up deeper into Anders' lap.

"Oh, yes," Anders murmured, this time mostly to himself. "Behold the mighty battlemage and his awesome and terrible attack kitty. Fear us! For the mage might get himself knocked out within minutes, but that cat, now…." He paused. "Then again, I did take out three hurlocks with a single spell on the way in. That was impressive, if I do say so myself. And I'm always going to beat you for battlefield witticisms, since, well…."

Pounce, proving Anders' point, didn't have any commentary either way, but he did go on purring. Anders grinned and stroked his fur. "We do make a good team, don't we, Ser Pounce-a-Lot?"

Pounce meowed. Anders smirked back, then considered the mess around him. There were many more messes of this sort yet before him, he knew. He sighed and arched an eyebrow. "Of course, if you do decide to become a cute, furry, ten-pound killing machine, do let me know so I can retire," he said, to which Pounce only snorted, or perhaps simply snored, since in true cat fashion he was falling asleep.

Well. Anyone who'd just pulled off that kind of healing spell would need a little rest, after all.

Anders silently pondered the sleepy cat in his lap, thinking about the infinite strangeness of his circumstances and the even deeper strangenesses of his current group of friends. Then he smiled crookedly yet again. It was still better than anything he could have hoped for a few years ago. He knew that. Even if he did spend entirely too much money these days on kitty treats.

"Yes," he murmured. "We make a very good team."

With that, he got up with some difficulty and brushed dirt and grime off himself with his free hand. Then he reached for his staff. The tingling itch of darkspawn nearby was beginning to scratch at his spine. "Onwards and upwards, I suppose," he said. "Or downwards." He smiled grimly. "Lucky us."

He waved to his approaching commander, called up a little magic to light his way, and prepared to head off into the unknown.

Modifié par pagerunner, 11 février 2011 - 03:10 .

[Sialater]

Those were adorable, Pagerunner and Miri!

[nenosronhir]

Lose internet for a little over a day, and the Anders thread hits 300, new gameplay videos crop up, squeeing over Greg Ellis happens... *shakes fist at ISP!*

Awesome prompt fills all around!

EDIT: My Justice fill, I'm so sorry if it's terrible >A<

Anders fidgeted, suddenly distinctly uncomfortable. The light rain was already beginning to soak through his robes as he stood, staring at the unlit pyre before him. When he lifted his head to meet the gaze of his fellow Wardens, he saw much the same discomfort reflected in their eyes; they were here to mourn someone else, and the proceedings were turning out to be woefully inadequate.

They all listened in uneasy silence while the priest who had accompanied Aura on such short notice intoned verses from the Chant of Light, punctuated by muffled sobs coming from the widow. From the corner of his eye, he watched the Commander pat the woman awkwardly on the shoulder, her expression briefly lighting up with alarm as Aura turned to sob in earnest against her armoured chest. Anders fought hard to conceal the smirk tugging at his lips, and as if she could sense his mirth, she settled him with a glare that would kill a lesser man.

“Draw your last breath, my friends,” murmured the priest, bowing her head towards the unlit pyre and the body which rested atop it. It was wrapped in fresh linens and redressed in the Grey Warden armour Kristoff had been wearing, though it had been cleaned and polished until it practically gleamed.

“Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky.” Anders blinked belatedly as he heard the response being spoken by those of his comrades who knew it, and even Aura managed to speak haltingly through her tears. Sigrun, he noticed, shifted her footing awkwardly, and he spared her an encouraging smile. She nodded in response, setting her shoulders a little straighter, though her eyes were shining. Even Oghren was uncharacteristically sombre, but evidently not sober; he was taking a swig every so often from a hipflask, and Anders briefly considered asking him if he would be willing to share.

“Rest at the Maker's right hand,” the priest turned towards a brazier burning nearby and pulled a torch from the flames, looking expectantly at the widow. Aura wiped vehemently at her eyes and stepped forward, and Anders watched as she reverently took the torch, approaching the pyre.

“And be Forgiven.” Aura murmured, and Anders found himself echoing the words with the rest of his friends, surprised to find his voice thick with emotion. It did not take long for the pyre to ignite as Aura touched the torch to it, and soon the fire was a roaring blaze.

///

“Well, I think he certainly would have approved,” Anders stated suddenly, nodding to himself. The five remaining Wardens were clustered around the large fire pit in the middle of the now-mostly-decrepit main hall, using a multitude of fallen wooden beams to sit or lean on. Tarps had earlier been tossed over the hole in the roof where it had caved in, and less-charred support beams and scaffolding had been erected to ensure no further collapses occurred, though that hadn’t stopped Anders from glancing up every so often when he heard the tarps rustling ominously. At least, until he’d started to feel the warming effects of the wineskin they were passing around, which he suspected wasn’t filled with wine at all.

“What are you talking about?” They had each been sitting in morose silence, lost in their own thoughts, and Anders’ abrupt proclamation snapped Nathaniel out of his.

“It was sufficiently sanctimonious, complete with a healthy dose of preachy. He would have approved.” Anders insisted.

“Exactly what were you expecting, Anders?” Nathaniel growled. His tone caused the rest of the Wardens to glance between them.

“Oh, I don’t know, a light show, maybe some music?” Anders hauled himself to his feet, instantly regretting that as a wave of dizziness hit him and he slumped back to his seat with a giggle. “Too much to drink, there. What did you say was in that skin, Oghren?”

“I didn’t,” grunted the dwarf, grinning. Nathaniel snorted derisively.

“Problem, Nate?” Anders inquired, his head lolling towards Nathaniel, his voice saccharine.

“I merely thought you would show a little more respect for a fallen comrade,” Nathaniel muttered in response, quickly turning his gaze aside when he caught the “shut your trap” look he was getting from the Commander.

“Oho, I have respect! Lots of respect to be had, there.” Anders quipped, but the humour was gone from his tone. “He was an alright sort, wasn’t he?” He added softly, and everyone around the fire went quiet again. He felt a nudge at his elbow, and a wineskin hovered in his view, Sigrun smiling at him tentatively behind her outstretched hand.

Anders stared at it for a moment, got to his feet slowly this time, and gazed into the fire. He lifted the wineskin, suddenly feeling all of his comrades’ eyes on him as the silence stretched on, now full almost to bursting with expectance. He cast about for the proper words and wondered belatedly exactly what he’d gotten up to do, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced to his side and spotted the Commander, who nodded once, her expression unreadable.

“To Justice,” Anders finally said as he turned back towards the rest of the Wardens, his throat tight.

“To Justice!” The others echoed, and he took a long swig of the wineskin, gasping as the contents burned down his throat and settled warmly in his stomach. The Commander quickly relieved him of it and took a swallow herself, passing it on. Even Nathaniel, typically resistant to drink of any kind had his turn, though he choked almost immediately which had Oghren roaring with laughter and clapping his back (which didn’t seem to be helping).

Anders plunked back into his makeshift seat and Nathaniel caught his eye after fending off Oghren, who produced another flask from seemingly nowhere as the first was getting light. The two men stared at one another for a moment and seemed to come to a mutual understanding, as Nathaniel reached forward, offering his arm. Anders took it and clasped it firmly, accepting the wordless apology with a nod. He broke the grasp and leaned back, gazing into the fire. Maybe a bit of preachy isn't all bad, he thought to himself. Take care, my friend.

Modifié par nenosronhir, 11 février 2011 - 11:26 .

[Galagraphia]

 Can we start flooding here again? Miss you, guys!


Cassia: Helloooooooo, Anders.
Anders: mmmm?
Cassia: I'm right here, you know.
Anders: *pulls down her hose* I know...
Cassia: And..?
Anders: Reading...
Cassia: *sigh* you know, there are better things to do than reading when my  brother is not at home and you're half-naked already.
Anders: He insists I must finish the chapter first.
Cassia: Spirits have an awful sense of timing.
Anders: Aw, come on, he's not that bad... sometimes.
Cassia: Come on, Justice, let me have my Anders for a half of an hour. Stop being so greedy!
Anders: *smirks* you've just passed the persuasion check, my lady.
Cassia: Really?
Anders: Yes! *pulls her down*

Modifié par Galagraphia, 11 février 2011 - 07:17 .

[Miri1984]

Oh GALA *swoon*

And Page! Thank you! That was gorgeous. I love Anders/Pounce interraction, they don't get enough of it.

And Cave - gorgeous, poignant and a tiny bit scary!

Sooo... they've "officially" revealed Merrill. Now we can HOUND them about who the romances are.

@Nenosronhir NOT terrible at all! That was lovely, and poignant, beautifully done!

Modifié par Miri1984, 11 février 2011 - 11:40 .

[Galagraphia]

Mmm, I've just watched dev's livestream and I've seen Anders on the party selection screen. Cuuuuuute! Why the hell he's so cute? I bet there's a law against being so cute and that's why templars hate him.



Oh, and they said Carver will be a rival. And this fits perfectly into my story of how Carver is all "I hate Anders but my sister likes him and because of this I hate him even more!!!"



Carver: I don't like that you're spending so much time with my sister }:-(

Anders: Shame, because she likes it apparently

Carver: This is inappropriate, you shouldn't be alone.

Anders: But we've never been alone. There's always my invisible friend

Carver: You mean your de...

Anders: Ah-ah, don't say the bad word, it makes him upset. When he's upset, I'm upset and when I'm upset, your lovely sister is upset, and when she's upset, she explodes things *shrugs*

Carver: Arrr, you're making me sick.

Anders: I love you too

[Jean]

Galagraphia wrote...

Mmm, I've just watched dev's livestream and I've seen Anders on the party selection screen. Cuuuuuute! Why the hell he's so cute? I bet there's a law against being so cute and that's why templars hate him.

Oh, and they said Carver will be a rival. And this fits perfectly into my story of how Carver is all "I hate Anders but my sister likes him and because of this I hate him even more!!!"

Carver: I don't like that you're spending so much time with my sister }:-(
Anders: Shame, because she likes it apparently
Carver: This is inappropriate, you shouldn't be alone.
Anders: But we've never been alone. There's always my invisible friend
Carver: You mean your de...
Anders: Ah-ah, don't say the bad word, it makes him upset. When he's upset, I'm upset and when I'm upset, your lovely sister is upset, and when she's upset, she explodes things *shrugs*
Carver: Arrr, you're making me sick.
Anders: I love you too

[cave_fatuam]

@Miri, Perfect set-up! That makes me really excited for what follows Blood Wound.
Re: My Prompt - Zombie!Anders is scary
@Avilia, That was a hoot!
@Gala, The glowy effect is sooooo mesmerizing. And the other picture is just darling.
@Page, Brill as always!

I've been trying to split the difference between the new and old designs. Hmmm... Still not happy.

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 11 février 2011 - 09:46 .

[Sialater]

Whether you're happy or not, still a good sketch!

[Avilia]

@everyone! You are all awesome. I loved everyone's pics, fics and bits.



Thank you for the kind words on my bit of silliness.

[Miri1984]

I'm going to assume that everyone has bookmarked their prompt response post. If not hassle me and I'll post it in one of my posts should we move from 300 before you get the opportunity.



I have a grumpy about all the female LIs being revealed but none of the males. A BIG grumpy. If they don't reveal at least one of them on Valentine's day I shall be, as Lady Catherine DeBourgh would say "QUITE PUT OUT."

[cave_fatuam]

@Sia, Thanks. He just still looks too Anders-y, which is all kinds of arse backwards.
@Miri, Thank you! It's frackin' irritating. I would just like some sort of information or even a heavy hint at this point. I'm assuming Varric is out, b/c of the nature of the game's structure and Carver is our Bro-bro, so he's out.

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 11 février 2011 - 11:56 .

[pagerunner]

Miri1984 wrote...

I'm going to assume that everyone has bookmarked their prompt response post. If not hassle me and I'll post it in one of my posts should we move from 300 before you get the opportunity.

I have a grumpy about all the female LIs being revealed but none of the males. A BIG grumpy. If they don't reveal at least one of them on Valentine's day I shall be, as Lady Catherine DeBourgh would say "QUITE PUT OUT."

I did rather fail to notice the entire "prompt" bit and went totally off the top of my head with my ficlet up there, but I hope it fit the bill anyway!

And yes, Valentine's Day would be an excellent opportunity to make some reveals.  Memo to the overlords: HINT. 

[Miri1984]

@Page No worries It was gorgeous any way!

[TripLight]

pagerunner wrote...

snip*

And yes, Valentine's Day would be an excellent opportunity to make some reveals.  Memo to the overlords: HINT. 

They DO seem to feed on our tears, dont they?

[cave_fatuam]

@Trip, Well ours tears are both fat free and mineral rich.

@Page, Prompt-shmompt, that was lovely.

Also, someone beat me and make me work on my Valentines Day exchange instead of trying to fix Anders' face. XD

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 12 février 2011 - 01:48 .