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<3<3Garrus and Alistair <3<3
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The Alistair Gush Thread: *Squee*
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 04:35
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@ ejoslin: Aw, that's so sweet of you to say! And knowing Strom, he would very much like to romance you, too!
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<3<3Garrus and Alistair <3<3
Drawn by the talented Aimo
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<3<3Garrus and Alistair <3<3
Drawn by the talented Aimo
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 04:43
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Tigress: That was gorgeously sad.
But I just wrote a Calling for Zevran. There's no way I can write one for Alistair that soon. (His would be worse, I think, for Moira.) I'll just have to let yours stand in its beauty.
But I just wrote a Calling for Zevran. There's no way I can write one for Alistair that soon. (His would be worse, I think, for Moira.) I'll just have to let yours stand in its beauty.
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#23503
Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 04:57
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Trying to get the toolset to run makes my head hurt. >__< This bak.data for restoring the databaser didn't work and now I have no frikkin idea what to do, lol. Shall I deinstall the toolset once more? Meh.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:01
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@Meril
Did you you try the MyRestore.bat option?
Did you you try the MyRestore.bat option?
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:07
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Thanks everyone. Schratty, I sometimes think that Scrubs writers must have lived near my old frat house when I was in college. I swear I see so many things on that show that we did ourselves.
Ceb, those are from Rapture's Witcher from the Nexus. I know there is a big update coming soon with more goodies, so for now I would say watch it closely, because I am looking forward to what is coming. You can find it for now here:
http://www.dragonage...ile.php?id=1876
Ceb, those are from Rapture's Witcher from the Nexus. I know there is a big update coming soon with more goodies, so for now I would say watch it closely, because I am looking forward to what is coming. You can find it for now here:
http://www.dragonage...ile.php?id=1876
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:12
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@Tigress - That's so sad and so well written! 
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@Rage - Lol! Loved it:):)
@ejoslin - Join the Strom fanclub!
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@Shratty - Lol, figured you'd notice Ceb's Profile Pic, too!
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:(@Rage - Lol! Loved it
:):)@ejoslin - Join the Strom fanclub!
:wub::wub:@Shratty - Lol, figured you'd notice Ceb's Profile Pic, too!
:)
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:13
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There is no love without sacrifice
Alistair gazed at his wife mournfully across the dinner table. “It’s just who I am. I thought that you understood that.”
“I’m not trying to change you,” Anastasia argued. “I just-”
“Really?” Alistair cut her off. “Because it sure seems like it. I never thought I’d say this but…I’ll bet that Anora wouldn’t have asked me to make this kind of sacrifice.”
Anastasia’s jaw dropped. “Oh you did not just imply that you would have been better off marrying Anora because of this!”
“Inferences are subjective,” Alistair said innocently.
“Either way, there’s no way this wouldn’t bother her!” Anastasia declared. “In fact, she would have probably mentioned it a long time ago.”
“Just because you turned out to have a problem with this part of my life doesn’t mean that everybody would,” Alistair disagreed. “I really think that you’re projecting here.”
“You know, Anora’s in Denerim right now,” Anastasia told him. “And she’s coming in for an audience tomorrow. Why don’t we ask her then if she’d have a problem with it.”
“Fine,” Alistair agreed coldly. “But don’t be surprised when you hear that not only would it not have bothered her in the slightest but she might not even have noticed.”
Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Please. The only way the Teyrna says that is if she’s trying to be diplomatic and wants something from you.”
“Must you always think the worst of everyone?” Alistair demanded.
“Since when do I ‘always’ think the worst of everyone?” Anastasia asked, surprised.
Alistair raised an eyebrow pointedly.
Anastasia flushed. “Oh, you cannot possibly use this situation right now as an example of me always doing something! And besides, I’m the one who actually likes Anora; you’re perpetually on the lookout that she’s secretly evil.”
“Well, she is Loghain’s daughter,” Alistair said reasonably. “And if only someone were on the lookout for him being secretly evil, think how much trouble we could have avoided a few years back. I’ll bet my father did that, you know, but Cailan sadly neglected his duties.”
“You’re completely overreacting anyway,” Anastasia told him flatly, changing the subject.
Alistair barked out a laugh. “Overreacting? Me? You can’t just ask a man to make this kind of a sacrifice and then say that he’s ‘overreacting’ when he doesn’t leap at the chance! Sometimes, I wonder if you ever really knew me…”
Anastasia just stared at him. “You really don’t think you’re overreacting?”
“Not even in the slightest,” Alistair confirmed.
“You not only implied you might have been better off marrying Loghain’s daughter but you also verbally doubted how much we know each other,” Anastasia pointed out.
“I remember that,” Alistair said dryly. “I was the one to just say that just a few minutes ago. I still maintain that the first one is just your interpretation of what I said, though.”
Anastasia threw her hands up in the air. “By the Maker, Alistair, I’m not asking you to starve yourself!”
“You might as well be,” Alistair sniffed.
“Alistair, you have had cheese – and a lot of it – with every meal you’ve had for at least three months now,” Anastasia said, exasperated. “I’m not even asking that you completely stop consuming it, just perhaps that you eat a little less.”
“Why would you even think of asking that of me?” Alistair asked, hurt. “You know how much I love cheese!”
“Oh, I do. Believe me, I do,” Anastasia muttered. “And normally I would just keep on ignoring it as just one of your quirks – and it’s not like I don’t have plenty of my own – but it’s kind of getting ridiculous.”
“Just because you’ve never loved a food as much as I love cheese is no reason to try to punish me,” Alistair declared dramatically.
Anastasia shook her head incredulously. “I can’t believe that I’m even having this conversation.”
“Neither can I,” Alistair said seriously. “It’s just so uncalled for.”
“It’s hardly uncalled for,” Anastasia countered. “Nan always used to tell me when I was little to be careful not to eat too much of one food or there may be some negative side-effects and you can’t deny that this is the case here.”
“Of course I can deny it,” Alistair scoffed. “I refuse to believe that anything negative has happened from my cheese consumption except you trying to get me to stop.”
“Well, you couldn’t if you were being reasonable,” Anastasia said with a sigh. “Apparently when I was just a baby, I refused to eat anything but mashed-up sweet potatoes and carrots so I starting turning orange. My parents had never heard of such a thing and they were really worried for awhile but after taking me to see a healer, they were advised to just stop feeding me exclusively orange food and sure enough I was back to normal within a few days.”
“I don’t see what that has to do with me,” Alistair insisted.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow. “Oh now? You haven’t noticed that your migraines and constipation have only started since you started going overboard with the cheese?”
“It’s a coincidence,” Alistair claimed. “Correlation does not equal causation, you know.”
“And the sleepiness is a coincidence as well?” Anastasia asked skeptically. “You’ve been passed out by nine for weeks now!”
“Yes,” Alistair answered shortly.
“What about the flatulence?” Anastasia challenged. “Last time Oghren was here, even he was impressed!”
Alistair looked a little embarrassed. “Okay, so maybe that is the result of the cheese. But a little extra gas is hardly reason enough to start demanding that I stop eating my beloved cheese!”
“What about the acne and weight gain?” Anastasia demanded. “Are they enough?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Alistair said virtuously.
“Would you like me to bring a mirror?” Anastasia asked sweetly. “I can be sure to point it out to you.”
Alistair cleared his throat. “That won’t be necessary.” He paused. “Exactly how much cheese would we be cutting out of my diet anyway?”
“According to the healer, it would be easier to wean you off of your excess slowly,” Anastasia responded. “I can send for her after dinner and we can work out a comprehensive plan then.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” Alistair told her, a slight grin playing on his lips.
“Indeed,” Anastasia agreed. “Just remember, dear husband: There is no love without sacrifice.”
Alistair gazed at his wife mournfully across the dinner table. “It’s just who I am. I thought that you understood that.”
“I’m not trying to change you,” Anastasia argued. “I just-”
“Really?” Alistair cut her off. “Because it sure seems like it. I never thought I’d say this but…I’ll bet that Anora wouldn’t have asked me to make this kind of sacrifice.”
Anastasia’s jaw dropped. “Oh you did not just imply that you would have been better off marrying Anora because of this!”
“Inferences are subjective,” Alistair said innocently.
“Either way, there’s no way this wouldn’t bother her!” Anastasia declared. “In fact, she would have probably mentioned it a long time ago.”
“Just because you turned out to have a problem with this part of my life doesn’t mean that everybody would,” Alistair disagreed. “I really think that you’re projecting here.”
“You know, Anora’s in Denerim right now,” Anastasia told him. “And she’s coming in for an audience tomorrow. Why don’t we ask her then if she’d have a problem with it.”
“Fine,” Alistair agreed coldly. “But don’t be surprised when you hear that not only would it not have bothered her in the slightest but she might not even have noticed.”
Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Please. The only way the Teyrna says that is if she’s trying to be diplomatic and wants something from you.”
“Must you always think the worst of everyone?” Alistair demanded.
“Since when do I ‘always’ think the worst of everyone?” Anastasia asked, surprised.
Alistair raised an eyebrow pointedly.
Anastasia flushed. “Oh, you cannot possibly use this situation right now as an example of me always doing something! And besides, I’m the one who actually likes Anora; you’re perpetually on the lookout that she’s secretly evil.”
“Well, she is Loghain’s daughter,” Alistair said reasonably. “And if only someone were on the lookout for him being secretly evil, think how much trouble we could have avoided a few years back. I’ll bet my father did that, you know, but Cailan sadly neglected his duties.”
“You’re completely overreacting anyway,” Anastasia told him flatly, changing the subject.
Alistair barked out a laugh. “Overreacting? Me? You can’t just ask a man to make this kind of a sacrifice and then say that he’s ‘overreacting’ when he doesn’t leap at the chance! Sometimes, I wonder if you ever really knew me…”
Anastasia just stared at him. “You really don’t think you’re overreacting?”
“Not even in the slightest,” Alistair confirmed.
“You not only implied you might have been better off marrying Loghain’s daughter but you also verbally doubted how much we know each other,” Anastasia pointed out.
“I remember that,” Alistair said dryly. “I was the one to just say that just a few minutes ago. I still maintain that the first one is just your interpretation of what I said, though.”
Anastasia threw her hands up in the air. “By the Maker, Alistair, I’m not asking you to starve yourself!”
“You might as well be,” Alistair sniffed.
“Alistair, you have had cheese – and a lot of it – with every meal you’ve had for at least three months now,” Anastasia said, exasperated. “I’m not even asking that you completely stop consuming it, just perhaps that you eat a little less.”
“Why would you even think of asking that of me?” Alistair asked, hurt. “You know how much I love cheese!”
“Oh, I do. Believe me, I do,” Anastasia muttered. “And normally I would just keep on ignoring it as just one of your quirks – and it’s not like I don’t have plenty of my own – but it’s kind of getting ridiculous.”
“Just because you’ve never loved a food as much as I love cheese is no reason to try to punish me,” Alistair declared dramatically.
Anastasia shook her head incredulously. “I can’t believe that I’m even having this conversation.”
“Neither can I,” Alistair said seriously. “It’s just so uncalled for.”
“It’s hardly uncalled for,” Anastasia countered. “Nan always used to tell me when I was little to be careful not to eat too much of one food or there may be some negative side-effects and you can’t deny that this is the case here.”
“Of course I can deny it,” Alistair scoffed. “I refuse to believe that anything negative has happened from my cheese consumption except you trying to get me to stop.”
“Well, you couldn’t if you were being reasonable,” Anastasia said with a sigh. “Apparently when I was just a baby, I refused to eat anything but mashed-up sweet potatoes and carrots so I starting turning orange. My parents had never heard of such a thing and they were really worried for awhile but after taking me to see a healer, they were advised to just stop feeding me exclusively orange food and sure enough I was back to normal within a few days.”
“I don’t see what that has to do with me,” Alistair insisted.
Anastasia raised an eyebrow. “Oh now? You haven’t noticed that your migraines and constipation have only started since you started going overboard with the cheese?”
“It’s a coincidence,” Alistair claimed. “Correlation does not equal causation, you know.”
“And the sleepiness is a coincidence as well?” Anastasia asked skeptically. “You’ve been passed out by nine for weeks now!”
“Yes,” Alistair answered shortly.
“What about the flatulence?” Anastasia challenged. “Last time Oghren was here, even he was impressed!”
Alistair looked a little embarrassed. “Okay, so maybe that is the result of the cheese. But a little extra gas is hardly reason enough to start demanding that I stop eating my beloved cheese!”
“What about the acne and weight gain?” Anastasia demanded. “Are they enough?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Alistair said virtuously.
“Would you like me to bring a mirror?” Anastasia asked sweetly. “I can be sure to point it out to you.”
Alistair cleared his throat. “That won’t be necessary.” He paused. “Exactly how much cheese would we be cutting out of my diet anyway?”
“According to the healer, it would be easier to wean you off of your excess slowly,” Anastasia responded. “I can send for her after dinner and we can work out a comprehensive plan then.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” Alistair told her, a slight grin playing on his lips.
“Indeed,” Anastasia agreed. “Just remember, dear husband: There is no love without sacrifice.”
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:21
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@ Sarah1281 - That was brilliant! Brava, Sarah! That banter was priceless.
@ Rage - Thanks for the info. I'll be on the lookout for the update
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@ Storm & Schratty - you're making me blush here.
@ Rage - Thanks for the info. I'll be on the lookout for the update
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@ Storm & Schratty - you're making me blush here.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:21
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Sarah: That was hysterically funny! I couldn't figure out WHAT he'd ask Anora about until you spilled it.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:22
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Ha Ha, Alistair became a pimply faced chubber. Poor guy. Nice work Sarah.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:25
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Sarah, love it. I knew that gasiness was coming. I was waiting for it even. And the punchline with Oghren's reference was priceless! 
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:29
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Yep tried it...and it doesn't find both paths although it's correctly set. Also I somehow don't have the needed data "toolssql" in the "tools" folder which puzzles me. Maybe I'm just blind but the data isn't there (here a screen of the folder) So it's probably no surprise it doesn't work, but I don't know to fix that.Zjarcal wrote...
@Meri
Did you you try the MyRestore.bat option?
I might try the manual install next after deinstalling the toolset once more.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:34
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And just because I am in a goofy, silly mood today:
Alistair "I'm not wearing any pants! Film at eleven!"
Alistair "I'm not wearing any pants! Film at eleven!"
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:36
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@Sky - Glad you liked it and I apologize for Niagra Falls.
@Schratty - Thank you! Can any Warden ending be anything but bittersweet though? And you know I love that Alistair and Garrus pic! Nice ToP!
@Sialater - Thank you! Callings are hard things to write... I don't think I could another one anytime soon.
@Storm - Thank you!
@Sarah - That was great! He is just completely clueless sometimes, isn't he? So we've had Alistair obsessing about his hair (beard) and cheese so far today. About par for the course.
@Schratty - Thank you! Can any Warden ending be anything but bittersweet though? And you know I love that Alistair and Garrus pic! Nice ToP!
@Sialater - Thank you! Callings are hard things to write... I don't think I could another one anytime soon.
@Storm - Thank you!
@Sarah - That was great! He is just completely clueless sometimes, isn't he? So we've had Alistair obsessing about his hair (beard) and cheese so far today. About par for the course.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:38
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Okay, one more funny before I leave. This is my all-time favorite Random Encounter in the game. The first time I read those signs I about died laughing and after all these playthroughs I still find myself clicking on them even though I know exactly what they say.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:46
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HAHAHA! Awesome!RagingCyclone wrote...
And just because I am in a goofy, silly mood today:
Alistair "I'm not wearing any pants! Film at eleven!"
And to follow that up:"The popcorn you are eating has been pissed in. Film at eleven. "
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:51
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@ Sarah - That was perfect! I loved Alistair's reaction when his passion for cheese had been threatened. You've captured that really well.
@ Tigress - Don't be sorry! I loved it! Always nice to have a good cry sometimes
@ Tigress - Don't be sorry! I loved it! Always nice to have a good cry sometimes
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 05:57
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You know, Anora probably wouldn't say anything about the cheese. In fact, she would probably encourage him to stuff his face so he would drop dead of a heart attack and get out of the picture.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:00
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CeboCabo wrote...
HAHAHA! Awesome!RagingCyclone wrote...
And just because I am in a goofy, silly mood today:
Alistair "I'm not wearing any pants! Film at eleven!"
"The popcorn you are eating has been pissed in. Film at eleven. "
HAHA! Yes! Another person who knows the reference. But I will not be watching this in 'feel around"
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:11
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All the stories that I have read so far are absolutely wonderful. It's so nice to be on a thread dedicated to this character. I love him.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:21
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@ Sarah: I absolutely loved that! It was brilliantly funny 
A quick sketch of Fatstair/homage to Sarah's submission.
"Your Nan clearly didn't know what she was talking about. What's that smell, you ask? Never mind that. To the bedchambers, my Queen! We must make haste lest I fall alseep on top of you...again..."
A quick sketch of Fatstair/homage to Sarah's submission.
"Your Nan clearly didn't know what she was talking about. What's that smell, you ask? Never mind that. To the bedchambers, my Queen! We must make haste lest I fall alseep on top of you...again..."
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:25
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@ Schratty
That is... deeply, deeply disturbing.
And hilarious.
But mostly disturbing.
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That is... deeply, deeply disturbing.
And hilarious.
But mostly disturbing.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:27
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@Schratty: Wow, I can't stop laughing. Good thing he's getting an intervention.
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:33
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Schratty, Hilarious! I can't stop laughing! See, even as king he becomes a Drunkenstair, only with cheese instead of ale. lmao
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Posté 22 décembre 2010 - 06:35
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Omg, Schratty! I can hardly type this! I'm laughing too hard...And I see a bit of Moobistair in there! Oh Maker!
..*keels over* hahaha! And I just saw the muffin-top!
..*keels over* hahaha! And I just saw the muffin-top!
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