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stuartlohe replied to your post: Y’know, I love all your Therons :) And they all remind me of cats sometimes ------ You know it's funny, I had never really thought about that before you said it, but it's so true. Theron is particularly catlike in the sense that he wants affection when HE wants it, and doesn't want to be bothered otherwise. It really makes you wonder if Anders noticed that before or after he fell in love with him.
Rule 1: Post the Rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post then make 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post. Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.
Tagged by iardacil 1. If you had grown up to be what you dreamed to become in the childhood who would you be? And would you like it now? I would be a doctor (or a medical student, since I'm 20). I don't think I'd care for it now. Way too stressful. 2. If you could meet any char from series or movie in real who it would be? Sheska from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I had a 100+ kg not entirely stable bookcase right beside my bed for three years. As I recently moved I am currently trying to fit all my books to significant other's way smaller bookcases without compromizing my Rules How The Books Go On Shelves. Sheska was introduced in the series trapped in her room by books. Obviously we're kindred souls. If we don't count animated characters, then the obvious answer: Loki. :P Or wait, hmm, Darcy? Darcy'd be nice. Or Kaylee? I am unable to decide. You've discovered my Achilles heel. 3. And connected to last question: if you could choose between meeting that char and the actor/actress, who would you choose? I don't know much about Sheska's voice actor, so no contest there. Between Loki and Tom Hiddleston I'd choose Hiddleston. Between Darcy and Kat Dennings, Darcy. Same with Kaylee. 4. Have you done anything connected to the fandom you like that you regret later? Probably not. I think. 5. Name one song that would describe you, in your opinon, the best. *is lost in the music folder* I used to have a pretty easy answer, "Opheliac" by Emilie Autumn. Nowadays I have to add "Sophia" by Cruxshadows and "All This and Heaven Too" by Florence + The Machine 6. If you would live the life of one historical person, who would you choose and why? I kind of want to say Eleanor of Aquitaine, since I have serious case of history-feels towards her, what with her owning a third or so of contemporary France in her own right, being the only woman in European history to be queen of France and England both, very influential in the development of courtly love and generally awesome as hell, but I don't think her life was actually that happy. That's the problem with most historical persons. Their lives are troubled as hell. 7. If you would have special power, what would that be? Hmm. If we try to branch it naturally from what I'm good at, then probably super memory or something along the lines of. I have very good memory for little interesting bits of data and good short term memory, too. What I'd like to have... maybe telepathy? :P 8. What was the movie you saw lately and would strongly recommend to others? So I watched Les Mis and I like it. (I was about to say Seediq Bale, since it is a good movie, but I saw it several months ago. Do watch it, but make sure it doesn't disturb you beforehand. It's very bloody.) 9. Are you more science or artistic type? I still don't know. :D I'll take both. 10. Is there a place in the book/movie/series where you would love to live? Not really. I like the places themselves because they're awesome, but when I start thinking about them, they're not really places I'd want to live in. I mean... Beta Colony from Vorkosigan series is really interesting, but it's also cramped and a bit overregulated. Roshar from Stormlight Archive seems like an awesome world, but there are those storms, to name the biggest issue. Now that I think of it, I'd like to have a summer cottage in Ingary (from the Howl's Moving Castle book), but I wouldn't want to live there all the time. 11. If you could get yourself any costume you have seen in movies or series what costume would you choose? So I spent a while looking through pictures and my problem is, yet again, inability to choose. I kind of want to try Loki's costume, any costume of his, but since I'm much shorter than Hiddleston, I probably won't have the oomph for it. Arwen's green dress is really beautiful. So is Anthy's red one(from Revolutionary Girl Utena, although I think I prefer the blue version Kozue wore somewhere on the latter part of the series). Dresses, man. I love dresses. I guess I'll have to sneak off with first decent trench coat I come across (Tenth Doctor and Castiel seem to be in real danger). I have a thing for coats, especially trench coats. Ironically the only remotely trenchcoat-y thing I owe is a bright red summer coat. Looks pretty legitimate, but isn't very good in most elements. My questions: 1. Do you have a motto and if you do, what is it? 2. Any unusual habits? 3. What webcomics do you read, if any? 4. What is your favourite game (video games, board games, card games etc all count)? 5. Do you have a favourite historical person? 6. What form do you think your daemon would take? 7. What was the last book you read for fun? 8. Who was the first fictional character to make you sad? 9. Favourite artist? 10. What weather do you like? 11. Favourite female character? I'll be tagging ethanyar, vivelegavroche, stuartlohe and butterflydm. Because it is 11 people. In base 3. :D ...I'll show myself out.
stuartlohe said: *looks at the ‘likes’ and giggles* And _now_ you’re left wondering, whether we like the fact that you fell out of the bed or the fact that you’ll write original stuff ;)
Honestly, the falling out of bed thing is pretty fucking hilarious.
stuartlohe: Alistair & Dog - Ferelden Blues
He'd always got along well with dogs, when he was a child in Arl Eamon's castle. Perhaps it was because he smelled right to them; like all of the dog-boys, he'd slept in the kennel with his charges. Not mabari, of course, he was still too young to trusted with the care of those, just a pair of Eamon's hunting dogs, bred for speed on the flats to bring down rabbits, and the small antelope that sometimes frequented the grassy headlands overlooking the lake.
But then he'd been moved from the kennels to the stables, and then later off to the chantry, and dogs had stopped treating him like one of them. Maybe they just didn't like the harsh-scented lye soap that he had to wash with every morning in the dormitory he shared with the other students; most, like him, orphans, though they had all been raised in the chantry orphanages, while he at least remembered a home elsewhere, and had the Arl as a patron and infrequent visitor.
Perhaps it was just that Denerim street dogs were wary of any stranger; they weren't like the well-cared-for dogs of the nobles. Some had owners, but many were feral dogs, mutts and curs, living on what they could beg, sniff out, or snatch from the unwary, more used to being shouted at and chased or having things thrown at them than petted and scratched. At least as a former dog-boy he could read their body language well enough not to ever get bit when trying to befriend them; he knew when to stay still, when to meet eyes, when to look away, when to slowly back off, not to run. He felt a certain amount of fellow-feeling for the scrawny rough-coated creatures; wasn't he a mutt as well? But obviously the feeling was not returned.
He sometimes regretted that he'd turned down the opportunity to help heal the sick mabari at Ostagar, especially when it sought them out afterwards and made it clear that it had decided Kalli was now its person. She named the yellow-coated mabari Dandelion, of all thinks, an odd choice for a mabari, especially a male one. But then she was a city elf; it wasn't like she'd had much exposure to mabari. And Dandelion seemed to like the name she'd given him, and refused to answer to any other, not even Barkspawn when Alistair suggested it as an improvement over naming a killing machine after a common weed.
Maybe someday, after the Blight had been dealt with, he'd have a chance to have a dog of his own. It didn't even have to be a mabari; any dog would do. Even a yappy little thing, as long as it would be his friend.
stuartlohe: Fenris/Alistair - I wonder what will happen with Varania
“Do you mind if I chase after your friend for a while? He's cleaned up quite good-looking,” Isabela asked the next morning. “And his blushes are absolutely delicious. I find myself intrigued.”
Fenris laughed, and then had to recount to her the story of how Sebastian and Zevran had both suggested that Alistair should look to her, if he wished to be relieved of his virginity in as pleasant a manner as possible. Isabela was amused, and very pleased, taking it as a compliment to have both men, one of whom she'd never even slept with, so heartily recommending her skills.
stuartlohe: Fenris/Alistair - Just how much Fenris knows about Grey Warden stuff?
Alistair had been very quiet in the week following Zevran's visit; missing his friend and wishing he'd been able to stay longer, Fenris assumed. He regained his normal talkative cheerfulness quickly enough that the elf was not worried by his behaviour; he would have been more surprised if the warrior hadn't been saddened by the departure of his friend.
He was different afterwards; happier, as if Zevran's brief visit – and more likely, Zevran's words about Laurel – had brought him some measure of peace that he'd previously been missing. He talked more about Laurel, and their adventures during the blight, without the edge of bitterness that had previously been there. Regret, yes – he still mourned the death of his friend – but he didn't blame himself for it any more.
Alistair's happiness seemed contagious, though perhaps it might just have been the turn of the weather from winter to spring. The frosty nights, winter rains and occasional snows turned to balmy days and warm spring rains, the nights merely cool, not cold. The few trees in Hightown budded out, bright new green leaves unfurling with almost visible speed, while the leathery leaves of the vhenadahl in the alienage, that rarely dropped but instead merely furled and darkened over the winter, spread wide again, regaining their usual lighter colouring. A few early spring flowers appeared, here and there, in planters and window boxes.
And along with the arrival of warm spring weather came something else; a letter, all the way from Tevinter.
stuartlohe: Fenris/Alistair - sleeping in one bed like this, what about nightmares?
He dreamed. Red hair and green eyes, and a laughing smile. Playing in the dust outside the door to the one-room hovel that was home, where everyone he loved was – his mother, his sister. Food, coarse and in small quantity but warm and filling, and made better by his mother's smile as she cooked it for them. There was no table; they sat in a circle on the floor, around a common pot, and ate from that with fingers or bits of flatbread as their only cutlery. He wanted a better life, he remembered that much; not for him, but for them, the two he loved. Freedom, which would mean a better place to live, and more food to eat, good food, not just whatever their mother could cobble together out of scraps and leavings and the double handful of grain or beans or dried peas that was her daily portion.
Mother was usually gone at night, cleaning the more public areas of the master's house in the quiet hours when they were unoccupied. His sister and he shared a bed then, a narrow pallet against the wall in their hut, little more than a folded blanket stuffed with old rags and bits of dry grass, curled up together under a much-patched worn-thin blanket with his sister's arm hooked comfortingly over his waist. They would sometimes talk then, on the edge of sleep, talk of their present, their future, their dreams and fears. He could see her face so clearly, in that dream. Hear her voice, smell the warm scent of her skin.
And then he woke.
stuartlohe: Fenris/Alistair - Now I wonder who will Fenris meet in that boarding house...
The landlord had, indeed, already rented out Alistair's room to someone else. He'd only sold off some of Alistair's belongings yet though, and in the face of an annoyed elf with a very large sword was more than willing to hand over what remained. He also told Fenris which second-hand stall in the market he'd sold the rest at. Fenris bought the few articles of clothing the stall had that seemed of a size for Alistair – whether or not they were actually his, he needed more clothing.
