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[mellifera]

LOL. Do we have to start a chant? AI-MO, AI-MO, AI-MOOOOO

[Leonia]

Perhaps she is working hard on a piece of art at this very moment!



*gets out the Varric torches and lights them*



Aimo is one of us, one of us!

[Maria Caliban]

namedforthemoon wrote...

Sheesh. It's DVT and no one has DV! And I have to go to work. *sniff* Hopefully there will be plenty of V pasted all over by the time I get back.

What is DVT?

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

Draw Varric Thursdayyyy!

I bet its Friday by now in Aimoland.

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 26 novembre 2010 - 03:51 .

[Maria Caliban]

Pseudocognition wrote...

Draw Varric Thursdayyyy!

I bet its Friday by now in Aimoland.

[mellifera]

Should have been a real parade balloon.

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

MAGIC FLOATING BALLOON VARRIC OMG.

I used to be able to watch the parade in Manhattan from my dad's office before he got a different job

[Thandal N'Lyman]

Maria saves the day!

It was, literally, chiming the end of DVT in my current timezone when I checked one last time. Now I can go to sleep with visions of Varric floating gently overhead.
Thank you, M. Caliban!

Modifié par Thandal NLyman, 26 novembre 2010 - 05:04 .

[bsbcaer]

yukidama wrote...

As a sad American alone in Canada on Thanksgiving, you can all take your merrymaking and stuff it *runs off weeping*

Funny...as a sad Canadian living alone in the United States on Thanksgiving, I have the exact same feeling in October! 

[bsbcaer]

Maria Caliban wrote...

Pseudocognition wrote...

Draw Varric Thursdayyyy!

I bet its Friday by now in Aimoland.

I can just imagine Varric doing his best Jack Nicholson impression..."HEEEEEEEEEEEEERE'S VARRIC!"

[bsbcaer]

Temet Nosce wrote...

Is it weird that I'm really happy with all the Canadian going on this topic?

MOAR, I say.

Tried getting Obi-Wan Kirby to confirm Varric's favourite hockey team, but no dice....Of course, if it's the Leafs, that's it for V and myself and I might have to switch over to Team Isa

[mellifera]

bsbcaer wrote...

yukidama wrote...

As a sad American alone in Canada on Thanksgiving, you can all take your merrymaking and stuff it *runs off weeping*

Funny...as a sad Canadian living alone in the United States on Thanksgiving, I have the exact same feeling in October! 

I think we need to switch over on our respective Thanksgivings! 

What I really miss is having most of the week off for the holiday, though. This was compounded with me normally having Thursdays off, but this specific Thursday it snowed a lot and I had to go to campus for a group project (I hate group projects ajkfsdjlaksd)

And if Varric likes the Chicago Blackhawks I will personally go back and edit every since post I have made here with "DIAF"

Modifié par yukidama, 26 novembre 2010 - 05:20 .

[Dave of Canada]

NOTE: Reposting the original with screenshots, I'll write the next part immediately! Image quality suffered from game to interweb, it'll have to do.



It was a peaceful time for Thedas, it's races living peacefully without war or strife.

... however, fate decided to intervene. A great evil rose from the ground, the Darkspawn. Creatures said to have been created by men, corrupted after trying to usurp heaven. A flicker of hope had risen during these trying times, a Grey Warden. One who would free Ferelden by slaying the ancient and powerful Archdemon. At the climax of the battle for Ferelden, on the top of Fort Drakon, the Gray Warden bravely charged into the maws of hell for one final assault. If they failed here, Ferelden would be lost. It's fate would be decided on that day. On that day, the Archdemon emerged victorious.

With the Blight engulfing Ferelden and threatening all of Thedas, we focus on the hero of our tale. The unlikeliest of heroes. The ever lovable and not-so special, Varric.

Our glorious tale begins.. wait, where does it start again?



Varric: You're the narrator here, you tell me.

As you desire, it started that night with the lovely ladi-

Varric: Not there!

So much for starting wherever I wanted...

Varric: Start when I was going to the pub.

Fine, Mr. "I'm not the narrator, you tell me".

It all began that one night in Kirkwall...

As the villagers were rushing to their homes to hide from the rain, Varric casually walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. People would often throw a glance at him, he was well known amongst the citizenry of Kirkwall for his stories and... other duties, yet however they were too occupied to notice him today. As were everybody else in Kirkwall, Ferelden refugees were flooding the streets and people were getting restless.

None of this mattered in Varric's mind, this was finally his time for peace and quiet. He finally felt like today was the day he wouldn't be bothered by strangers to feel his chest hair or to draw him, he was finally free to enjoy himself at the local tavern. As he walked by the tavern, Varric hesitated and noticed a new sign outside.

"Welcome to the Cleverly Named Tavern!
Advisory: No fighting or else!
~ Management"



He chuckled at the sign, he thought it was an unspoken rule that there would never to be fighting in the tavern. He opened the door slowly and walked in expecting to be greeted by his usual cheering crowds, however the tavern was mostly empty. Aside from a guard, a few pretty young ladies and a shrowded man there was nobody really interesting in the inn. Nobody aside from Varric, of course.



"Thomas!" Varric yelled loudly, as if to draw attention. The proprietor stopped cleaning the bar and looked up, meeting his gaze. The proprietor smiled and beckoned  Varric over, Thomas wasn't that bad of a man, a little odd but still had his uses. Varric grabbed a seat and sat face to face with Thomas, "do you have the usual?" he asked the man, he responded by nodding and brought out a bottle from underneath the bar. "I've got some Montsimmard Red with your name on it". Varric smirked.

6 hours later...

Unable to stand straight, Varric tried leaving the counter to head off home. Bartrand is probably getting worried. Though he was usually able to carry his alcohol, today was different. Unable to stand, he tried to tell Thomas something but it all came out as incomplete gibberish. As he was about to fall, two wenches came and held him up.

Varric: The... the... Bartrand... nug... *giggles*
Wenches: He's so manly!



Varric should've been happy, if he could feel anything at all, that there was barely anybody in the bar at this time of night to see him this intoxicated. Aside from the staff, only the shrowded man and the city guard still remained in the bar. Bartrand would probably be disappointed to see Varric act the fool in public, prefering he stay the suave storyteller that he wants people to think he is.

Varric: *giggles* Hey... hey! I like...
Guard: Will anybody shut that drunkard up?

Today was the day, maybe it was something he drank (it's likely) or because he was bored but Varric had enough of that guard and his one not very insulting insult. He stood up and wobbled closer to the guard, unable to stand straight. The guard laughed, pushed Varric to the ground . Thomas gasped as he realised was about to happen, he yelled at the top of his lungs that there's to be no fighting in the tavern but Varric wasn't going to listen, he was never going to listen or maybe it was because he couldn't hear anything.

In a blaze of glory and light, Varric exposed his chest and seared the flesh off the guard's face. The guard gasped violently and clawed at his face, the pain was unbearable. Though since he was nameless, unimportant and rude from that one line nobody will feel pity for him. Sobered up by the powers of his chest, Varric stood up and saw the hooded figure walking closer towards him. Thomas sighed with disappointment and Varric realised that he was unable to move. The man touched Varric, quietly uttering "Varric Tethras..." before they poofed into a cloud of smoke. They were gone.

Modifié par Dave of Canada, 26 novembre 2010 - 05:24 .

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

Why, yes, this was an excuse to draw Alistair. I had to decompress after looking in the gush thread. >_>
Drag to new window for maximum Alistair overeagerness.

(In case the narrative isn't clear -- because it's not -- Varric is entertaining/distracting Drunk-in-the-cute-way-not-the-wandering-drunk-way Alistair while Isabela sneakily removes his... everything.)

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 26 novembre 2010 - 08:06 .

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

Bonus points for anyone who can identify who Alistair is quoting.

[mellifera]

LOL PSEUDO.

Why'd you go into the Gush thread? Preserve your sanity ;_;

EDIT: I think it's Venture Bros? Not a big fan, but my mom likes it. Sounds familiar.

Modifié par yukidama, 26 novembre 2010 - 05:43 .

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

I have no idea, morbid curiosity? Some pics were proof enough that he looks F*$!KIN' AMAZING in dark colors. Then they nude modded him again. LDKSfja;lsdkjf. ;_;

DING DING DING
Which character?

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 26 novembre 2010 - 05:45 .

[Leonia]

Pseudo!! That's adorable.

Here's your post-gush thread ointment though, it's Varric-cerified with a heavenly coconut scent.

I love when people draw him in normal clothes, the poor guy must be sick of his splintmail armour.

Modifié par leonia42, 26 novembre 2010 - 05:50 .

[mellifera]

Yes, it always ends in nudity. Lol.



I couldn't tell you, that's as much as I know xD

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

/dunks self in ointment

I mean, I like the guy a lot too, but... /cough

[mellifera]

Yeah, I miss the thread when it was less... horny and more lulzy. But anyway. Yes. Drawering r perty.

[Maria Caliban]

If Varric were a food, what food would he be?

[Leonia]

You couldn't pay me to read the gush thread. I don't mix well with other Alistair fans in general unless they are also Maric and/or Varric fans.



Varric as a food item.. grapes maybe? To symbolise wine.

[Atakuma]

Maria Caliban wrote...

If Varric were a food, what food would he be?

A kiwi?