Mr. Bob wrote...
LolaLei wrote...
Oh! You came back!
You assume I left...
Well that's not creepy at all!
Mr. Bob wrote...
LolaLei wrote...
Oh! You came back!
You assume I left...
Chanda wrote...
I wonder if anyone would cosplay Cullen.
LolaLei wrote...
Omg. Mr. Bob, you'd have to perm your hair!
LolaLei wrote...
(Or you could do Oghren, so I can hear the voice!)
Modifié par Mr. Bob, 21 septembre 2013 - 07:11 .
LolaLei wrote...
Hey, the dude who played Gimli in LotR was well over 6ft, and he done a grand job!
Mr. Bob wrote...
Be that as it may, if I'm gettin' my Dragon Age cosplay on, I'm getting into Alistair's pants.
PhantomGinger wrote...
Mr. Bob wrote...
Be that as it may, if I'm gettin' my Dragon Age cosplay on, I'm getting into Alistair's pants.
Alistair did say he'd lose his trousers if he took the lead...and now you have them? Hope you washed them, Alistair isn't known for his laundry duties.
Mr. Bob wrote...
Be that as it may, if I'm gettin' my Dragon Age cosplay on, I'm getting into Alistair's pants.
I'm still waiting/hoping for it! Ironically, I think the closest we've gotten is that my five year old said he wanted to be Cullen for Halloween. LOL Of course, two minutes later he wanted to be a teenage mutant ninja turtle.Chanda wrote...
I wonder if anyone would cosplay Cullen.
Chanda wrote...
You gotta stay optimistic! It's Cullen's turn to shine.... Why does that make me think of Twilight? Edward Cullen sparkling in the sunshine? Oh damn.
Mind you, the event you just described... interests me greatly.PhantomGinger wrote...
Chanda wrote...
You gotta stay optimistic! It's Cullen's turn to shine.... Why does that make me think of Twilight? Edward Cullen sparkling in the sunshine? Oh damn.
Unless Cullen's naked rippling chest is dripping with water reflecting the sunlight, I'm not interested. XD
Sounds like I'd want to give your aunt a vacation in Sweden if I ever decided to cosplay. My hair's hard to get under control, so a wizard's powers would be very welcome.Mr. Bob wrote...
I would literally show my aunt a picture of Cullen, say, "Do this to my hair, please," and it would be done.
She's like a wizard or something.
And the above is exactly what I do for all of my costume hair.
Mr. Bob wrote...
No need for apologies, I promise. No offense was taken.
Chanda wrote...
I wonder if anyone would cosplay Cullen.
R2s Muse wrote...
Chanda wrote...
You gotta stay optimistic! It's Cullen's turn to shine.... Why does that make me think of Twilight? Edward Cullen sparkling in the sunshine? Oh damn.
*obligatory posting*

Modifié par R2s Muse, 21 septembre 2013 - 01:29 .
This just reminded me of something I wrote from WAY BACK on page 14. Ahem. I'll just leave this here.KiddDaBeauty wrote...
Mind you, the event you just described... interests me greatly.PhantomGinger wrote...
Chanda wrote...
You gotta stay optimistic! It's Cullen's turn to shine.... Why does that make me think of Twilight? Edward Cullen sparkling in the sunshine? Oh damn.
Unless Cullen's naked rippling chest is dripping with water reflecting the sunlight, I'm not interested. XD
Just saying!
R2s Muse wrote...
OK, so inspired by all the... water on this page, a little piffle in honor of shirtless week.
EDIT: Just in case, it's about as SFW as a Gatorade/Sport drink commercial, I suppose...
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Once ensconced in their hideout, Merrill finally couldn’t contain herself anymore. “Hawke, what is it we’re here to see? Honestly, being this close to the Gallows starts to make my stomach do horrible flipflops that might impact my dinner later. I hope this is worth it.”
Hawke grinned maniacally, glancing at Isabela, who wore a matching grin. “Oh, it will be worth it,” Hawke assured her.
“Hawke,” Aveline started in a censuring tone, “tell already! If we’re caught here, hiding inside the Templar compound, it will look very bad for all of us. Please tell us this is something important.”
Hawke peeked out again over the courtyard, empty but for the happy trickling of the fountain in its center. “Just a few more minutes. Trust me.” Then, as they watched, a gate opened revealing the templar training yard beyond. Through the gate entered Knight-Captain Cullen who clearly had just completed some kind of exercise, since he was dripping with sweat and had stripped from the waist up.
Merrill gave out a little squeak and Aveline’s eyes got very round. Hawke and Isabela just looked very smug and appreciative, watching the Knight-Captain’s abundant muscles ripple with every step across the courtyard. He stopped at the fountain, sitting down on its rim. He trailed his hand through the water for a moment, and then ran his wet hand over his face and through his hair.
“Now I start to understand,” Merrill said distractedly.
“My loves, you haven’t seen anything yet…” Isabela said cryptically.
As if on cue, Cullen picked up a small bucket sitting next to the fountain and filled it with water. To the delight of his secret admirers, he then proceeded to dump the bucket over his head. The water rolled down his body, sheeting over the firm planes of his chest and making him glisten in the sunlight. Cullen stood up and shook the water out of his hair. Rivulets danced down his face and dripped off his shoulders. His sodden templar skirting clung to his legs.
All four women dissolved into wicked giggling, followed by shushes and reminders to keep quiet.
As they watched him return through the gate, they couldn’t see the twinkle in his eye or hear his soft chuckle.