#antivanruffles

[cheekywithcullen]

It's been 8 years and I'm still being reminded of the Tiddy fic. Maker preserve me.

arent you so glad i still have the appropriate response imagery

[faejilly]

@antivanruffles replied: @faejilly ooh yes! A good suggestion, thank you!

You are very welcome! I also just started Psych; it’s a bit closer to sitcom than cozy, but I still enjoy it

@lynne-monstr​ said on [fast for the wip game]: it totally counts!! and yayy cat!

Why thank you! If you can’t shake any hidden felines out of your other WIPs, maybe you should just add one Ms Catarina Loss instead? 😅😅😅 She’d pull up on the WIP game then. 👉👉

@shadoedseptmbr​ said on [force, hum lock]: oooh, the locked though. O.O  and heeheh, yeah well, i like to see your range :D 

asdfjklgh *blush.gif* Thank you, lovely.

@leahazel said on [for the wip meme: glance]: 1. The only thing better than character glancing is characters glancing *sidelong*. 2. wHY IS SHE in MOURNING jilly what is the MEANING of this.

1. Did I have sidelong glances? I think I just implied sidelong glances 🤣 2. DID YOU MISS THE LAST TIME I ANSWERED YOU ABOUT THAT ONE? (It’s a 20 years later epilogue and Court Lady meets her beloved’s wife at his funeral, naturally: https://faejilly.tumblr.com/post/644405423785525248 I can give you additional spoilers if you missed those last time I talked about my Melody Woodly, because the Grand Duke mentions her with more respect than he talks about Jaslen if you ask, so I like to assume she’s just like him and that’s the real reason he’s so careful about his sexual machinations. She doesn’t mind, but he’s not that reckless with her reputation.)

[miranita]

OK no promises but IF I were inspired to write a little something based on the power couple formal wear art would you mind if I just added it on a reblog? JUST WONDERING >.>

ohh?? yeah!! of course you can do that!

I actually have more sketches of them in those outfits but let’s just say that those sketches are more on the “spicy” side so I can’t post them here

But if you want I can DM them to you here or on Twitter 👀 @antivanruffles

[eluviansandevanuris]

Fashion of Antiva

So i’ve been trying to create high fashion looks for the different nations of Thedas, and i’ve got some ideas and themes down for different nations. I have the clearest vision for Elvhen high fashions and we have decent example of Tevene and Orlesians fashions from concept art.

Lately i’ve been trying to visualize Antivan high fashion, and I have some ideas. To me Antiva sounds like some fantasy hybrid of Italy and Spain as far as culture.

 I visualize Antivan fashion as very romantic and sophisticated, and i’m using Josephine’s outfit in Inquisition as a sort of spring board

Oodles fabric, big sleeves, lace and and lots of detailing and flounce.

For actual historical inspiration i’m sort of drawn to 15th-16th century Italian fashion and late 19th and early 20th century fashions

Dareth Shiral

[ellorgast]

I like the asks you sent me, so right back at you: 5, 19, and 26. Also 20 lol

5. Favourite paired ending?

Is this surprising to anyone? Hubert and Ferdinand with their whole “what if we were the right and left hands of the emperor and we brought out the best in each other and our love for each other made even the emperor jealous?” The fact that it’s a pairing that can only ever happen in one specific route and every other possibility can only be tragic and they explicitly have special dialogue if forced to fight each other makes it that much better worse.

19. Favourite thing about the game?

It really is all about the character interactions. The sheer amount of dialogue in this game compared to even a Bioware RPG is staggering. I’ve basically exhausted my food stores and renown forcing everyone to raise their support levels just so I can see those support convos. Honorable mention to the not-Hogwarts setting, the sheer number of cats, and the tea parties.

20. Best OST?

I’m really bad at remembering the names of the songs, but God Shattering Star just came up in my recs and reminded me of how epic it is.

26. Favourite line?

Eliminating anything too sad or spoilery for other endings... honestly it’s hard to beat Mercedes and Sylvain’s conversations.

Mercedes: Oh, Sylvain. Will you save me from the curse of having a Crest?

Sylvain: Of course! I think I love you! And I mean that. With all my heart. I love you, Mercedes! Let's get married and have Crest babies!

Mercedes: Sure, sure.

[caffeineivore]

Mako-Neph dedicated to @antivanruffles

Because of reasons. *cough H6H6H6H6H6 cough*

Set in a ficverse not yet published. M/N, mentions A/Z, and Minako. N is a part-time model who’d featured on some cover of some romance novel called ‘His Thundering Highland Heart’ by Katie Satine. Just... sayin’. >.>

**

The atmosphere of the pub is dim and low-key, with wood panelling and a pleasant sort of unpretentiousness, and though Noah doesn’t consider himself a soccer fan, he makes himself comfortable amidst the group currently watching the game on the television screen. Zack, who could only have been more besotted had he actually been the hero of a fluffy teenage rom-com from the ‘90s or early ‘00s, possibly played by a young Freddie Prinze Jr., had left with Amy a few hours ago. Dinner with her mother. And if that wasn’t super extra serious for a guy who’d met a girl two years ago and spent all of three days with her…

But then again, Zack, despite being generally easygoing in that amiable midwestern way, could not be swayed from his path once he’d made up his mind, and his mind was apparently made up. Certainly it was serious enough for him to buy a plane ticket, book a hotel, and travel across an ocean to find this girl again. Noah had come along to keep him out of trouble, of course, and also to be able to say that he’d been to Europe.

The weather, of course, leaves something to be desired. And no one knew a damn thing about football-- oh, excuse him, AMERICAN football. Not the David Beckham stuff. But the beer, he had to admit, was superior. Europeans knew their way around a damn brew.

“Oy! What are you doing here?”

Noah swivels his head over in the direction of the shout, and grins. Even a borderline-rude question like that sounds sexy as hell in that Irish accent of hers. Amy’s roommate is tall and stacked in the best of ways, a stunner from the top of her curly head to the bottom of her boot-clad feet. “Oh, hey. Just chilling. Grabbing a beer and a bite to eat, since this is walking distance from the hotel. Zack’s hanging out with Amy, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I did.” Mary Kathleen takes a seat across from him, and he sort of appreciates the directness of it rather than a dance-around asking for permission to sit as though she had any less right to be there than he did. “I had to coax the story out of her last night, but I’d known something was different. She’s always been a quiet girl, but she’d come back from summer hols two years ago and I’d just known something had happened. Nothing bad, but just significant, all the same. She’s never been the sort to pine after a lad, you know. Too sensible, by far. But she’s happy to see him, still. Quite happy indeed.”

“Oh, they’re adorable together, and he’s a lovesick puppy, and someday, I have a feeling you and I will be Maid of Honour and Best Man, respectively, at their wedding,” Noah quips, only half-joking. “I’d heard the story, of course, from Morgan. She was sort of there in Italy when it happened, and was probably the first witness to their storybook romance. She’ll be happy that it worked out, I’m sure, and that your friend didn’t have to call security to throw my friend out.”

“‘Tis funny to hear you talking about one of the most famous supermodels in the world like she’s just another bird, though I suppose to you lot she would be.”

“Morgan’s pretty down-to-Earth for being who and what she is. But Zack and I are also not as deep into this whole business as she is.” Noah finishes his beer, then playfully flexes his biceps. “I’m surprised you recognized me, actually. The, uh, picture on that cover has my face in profile.” The picture in question also had most of his chest bare aside from a tartan covering only a small area for modesty. Noah doesn’t remember too much else about the book in question aside from it being set in the Scottish highlands in the Middle Ages and was quite popular with its target audience. Lots of bodice-ripping, undoubtedly, by Laird Carmichael of the shirtless tartan fame.

“It’s the hair, and the pecs.” Unapologetically, Mary Kathleen taps a knuckle on his chest and grins, even as the barman brings her her own beer. “‘Twas not a bad look for you a’tall.”

“Thanks. You saying so makes the several hours spent with baby oil covering all exposed skin on my body worth it.”

She laughs-- a full-on, belly laugh, not a girly giggle, and orders some food. He joins her and does the same.

**

Three or four beers later, they’re both tipsy, and jolly, and embroiled in a friendly debate over local foods from both their hometowns. Noah tries to explain exactly what a chimichanga is, and he’s not quite sure that he’s successful, but he does agree that as mildly horrifying as a Scotch egg looks at first sight, it’s pretty damn good. And much to his relief, Mary Kathleen does not seem like the depressing sort of girl who’d order a garden salad, dressing on the side, for dinner and then look mournful and hungry for the rest of the evening.

They talk, mostly about school, though also about their friends. Mary Kathleen majored in Electrical Engineering, and there’s enough commonality with his own major, Physics, that there’s room for shared stories about uppity TA’s and labs and the like. They’re both far from home-- she’s originally from a tiny village called Carran, in County Clare, before she’d moved to London at the age of fifteen. He’d lived in Sedona, Arizona until moving to New York City for school and work, and both of them agreed that the crowded, busy, big-city life was not for them.

They eventually leave the pub together, and she walks with him back to his hotel. He pulls out his phone at the door, and gives her his best smile. “So that was fun.”

“It was. I wonder if our friends are back yet? Amy’s not really the sort to do anything naughty, but he is awfully pretty. And there’s that whole pent-up two-years’-worth-of-longing.”

“Zack’s not the type to do anything naughty either, nor the type to pressure a girl into it if you were worried about that. He’s surrounded by beautiful women all the damn time in modeling, and sees enough sleazy shit to never want to go that route, himself. He’ll never do anything to hurt your friend if he can help it, and that’s even if he weren’t besotted, which he totally is.”

“That’s good to know.” Mary Kathleen relaxes fractionally, and Noah knows, without her saying so, that the reassurance assuages a protective streak within her. She doesn’t comment on it, though, and instead holds out a hand for him to shake. “You’re not bad company, for a Yank obsessed with Mexican food.”

“Nor are you, for an Irish girl obsessed with half-naked Scotsmen,” he returns, taking her hand in his and holding on. “So since we’re now buddies and I’m not an idiot like Zack, do you have a phone number or email or Facebook or something? You know, so we can keep in touch and gossip about our friends and all that.”

That gets another one of those wide, cheeky grins. “If I give that to you, am I going to get any more half-naked kilt pics?”

Noah laughs so hard that his stomach aches with it. “I don’t know, do you want any?”

[weatheredlaw]

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[pearwaldorf]

12, 30, 33, and 56?

favorite animal.

My cat. If I can’t pick him, probably alpacas.

top 5 favorite movies.

Return of the Jedi

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Beauty and the Beast

The Force Awakens

Into the Spider-Verse

favorite alcoholic beverage.

A good scotch. This one I had once and then the distillery shut down, and if there is a heaven I expect to be handed a bottle of this at the gate.

what makes you laugh?

Absurdity, mostly. In circumstance and juxtaposition. I watched a lot of Frasier growing up, and that is definitely where my love of farce and comedies of manners comes from.

(bored asks)