AUGH AUGH AUGH ISABELA’S VOICE ACTRESS IS THE THIEF IN TRINE. Oh, and Happy New Year’s!
Wouldn't Connor be a gas at an Orlesian party?
spicyshimmy: onlytowardschaos: aka, MOTA dialogue Jules has never heard before because Jules has never played red Hawke before! Hawke: ”I’m…mingling. I suppose we should talk.” Teagan: ”That sounds eerily similar to something my nephew would say.” Eeeee, the number of implications contained in that one bit of dialogue! (Connor as the angry young mage lacking social graces, with no patience...
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone! I’ve had a really rough couple of days — a really rough year, to be honest — but it’s almost over. And you all made it worthwhile. So have fun, everybody, wherever you’re headed tonight — I’mma sit here on the couch, with my ice cream and my husband and my Skyward Sword. I earned it. Bring on the 2012 apocalypse,...
My husband's adventures in Tumblr
Husband: I'm going to start a Tumblr.
Husband: Don't worry, I won't subscribe to your Tumblr.
Me: Good. I mean, you can, if you want. But you'll probably just end up blocking me.
Husband: Yeah. My Tumblr's going to be PG-13.
Me: I don't think you understand how Tumblr works.
Masks XII: Leap To Your Death
Happy New Year’s Eve, everyone! Yesterday’s drabble: Casual Conversation *** “Shit,” he hisses, “Merrill, get back, get back—get back.” Carver grabs her elbow, intending merely to pull her behind the corner. But she dangles so far around the stone wall—and she perches so precariously in her heeled dance slippers—that when he yanks her backward, she loses balance and topples back into...
The Sisters Derp Distillery - Bourbon and Spirits
missl0nelyhearts: “For only the most discerning derp.” MAKE IT SO.
Sorry everyone. Normally I have it in me to write a big, long nighty nite post, but I spent all day by my bubbe’s bedside, and I’m just wiped, emotionally and physically. So I apologize for the context-less link dump, but I’m not much use for working with the thinky-juice right now. Today’s Carver ficlet: Casual Conversation Drabblets: cherith: All Sweetness and Light...
Masks XI: Casual Conversation
Because writing makes me happy, here, have a Carver ficlet. For those of you who haven’t read The Stolen Throne, Meghren was the last Orlesian ruler of Ferelden during the Occupation; when Maric’s forces took control of Denerim, they severed his head and stuck it on a pike outside the gates of Fort Drakon—just as Meghren had done to Maric’s mother, the Rebel Queen Moira. I just realized that...
Thanks for the lovely prompts everyone, and all your continued good wishes! You’ve cheered me up immensely. And now I think it’s time I tried to get some sleep, for I’ve got miles to go before I Tumblr once more. See y’all on the flip side. Night, chumblrs!
ilikelookingatnakedmen asked: Who's the "dirty fic" guy? And, good call on Gene Kelly, he was smokin' hot.
myjusticecake: “I think I like your toes the best.” Serendipity craned her head around. Merrill was sitting crosslegged at the end of the bed, chin in one hand, contemplating the relaxed arch of Serendipity’s feet. “Really?” Serendipity lifted one, flexed it, wiggled her toes in an agile gripping motion. “They’re so long and clever,” said Merrill. “Before, when we were doing the thing,” she...
When you realize that it takes you three times as long as it should to list your celebrity crushes because fictional characters don’t count as celebrities.
runawaydragons asked: Three, five, and thirteen. ^^
spicyshimmy asked: thirteen (multiple replies are more than welcome) and twenty-two!
ilikelookingatnakedmen asked: Seventeen - If I could turn back time, if I could find a way... (also damn you for putting that earworm in my head)
rhiannon42 asked: Five and Ten
Personal, morbid stuff behind the break. This morning I caught the 6 AM to Atlanta and saw my bubbe. It wasn’t easy. Watching someone wither away rarely is. But I’ve seen enough of death and dying this year to inure me, somewhat, to the physical aspects of passing. She isn’t green yet, although she is terribly bruised; and while she can’t close her mouth or open her eyes...
Graffiti- for Flutiebear
dragonageholidaycheer: Title: Graffiti Pairing/Details: Garrett/Anders fluff. Oh, Maker it’s so fluffy. Mildly suggestive. Other: Flutiebear is absolutely amazing and deserves so many wonderful things and nothing I can do will be enough. *hugs* ___________________________________________________________ There are no straight lines to guide him, but straight lines are overrated, Garrett...
And this is Ted "Theodore" Drabble.
This evening I finally heard news about my great-grandmother, and sadly, it’s not the good kind: She’s gone into organ failure, and hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for two days. We’ve thought she was near death before, but this is, without a doubt, her true end. That is: when you near death, you stop needing food and water. I’ll never forget the day my best...
Marian/Isabela "Felled by an Axe"
missl0nelyhearts: HELLOOOOO!! This is my secret santalock gift for neonowls! At long last! I’m so sorry, precious, I never meant for it to take so very long. I hope you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. HAPPY CHRISTMAS/NEW YEAR, peach! <3 ________________________________________________________________ “Remind me again why we’re up here?” Isabela sighs and kicks at...
rayneethelwulf replied to your post: ^GPOY Chumblrs, help. Distract me from this awful… Jump up and act out one of your favorite scenes of DA2 I tried, but for some reason, my dog didn’t seem all too interested in learning about why there could be no compromise.
runawaydragons asked: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tagging back.
^GPOY Chumblrs, help. Distract me from this awful work thing I have to write. WRITING Y U SO HARD TODAY?!
Masks X: The Dance
I’ve been looking forward to today for weeks. Merry Day After Day After Day After Christmas, everyone! (And apologies to Sabrina, of course. :D) Yesterday’s drabble: The Receiving Line *** The crowd is so dense that by the time they reach the dance floor, the musicians have already changed songs twice, and Merrill has nearly wriggled her hand free. But Carver eventually forces a path...
If he asks me to put on a drabble and dance the...
So first off, thank you to everyone who sent a kind word regarding my bubbe. I wish I had better news, or any news at all—but I’ve been unable to get in touch with any of my family for the past two days. Which, you know, sucks. It’s frustrating and nerve-wracking and worrying and irritating and a thousand different emotions, all at once. But it is what it is, and I guess I just...
Flutie, you are so fantastic, there are no words
tempus-teapot: Okay, I smushed my crappy phone pics together into one picture, but you have to see the details on the group picture: grumpy Fenris, Aveline, mage Hawke sharing a staff with Anders (and little stick figure pauldrons, ee!), Varric, and Isabela saying “Your chest hair! It’s so manly” Flutie was so generous with her creativity and her gifting. She included a collage (note...
Masks IX: The Receiving Line
I realize this story arc is getting hopelessly long and drawn out, but now that I’ve dressed Carver and Merrill up in their Feastday finest, I’m going to milk it for as long as I can. :) Yesterday’s drabble: The Masks We Wear *** The Chateau Haine ballroom is a huge, sparkling expanse of swooping buttresses, velvet tapestries, and bobbing faerie lights, under which wheel...
Next (short) installment of Light up on the k!meme
katiebour: Latest update to Well I Wonder going up in all the other usual places, and there will be more in the next few days as well. :D
Happy drabbles are all alike; every unhappy...
I spent most of my day on the road driving back from Christmas with my father and stepmother, which we really should just rename already because my husband’s an atheist and my dad apparently now worships Mother Earth, like, literally, and my stepmother’s really only in it for the sales. Holidays with my family is a little like a vacay with the Bluths. As a late holiday present, I...
Next in movies I’ve seen way too many times: Enchanted.
Pride & Prejudice Love
Watching “Pride and Prejudice”. So guys, let me tell you how I love this movie: I love how Darcy treats Caroline as his best friend’s annoying younger sister, and how easily Bingley could have gone for Charlotte instead of Jane. Or how Elizabeth’s smile is so funky and weird it’s beautiful. And how Mary idolizes her father, and so obviously has the hots for Mr....
Sanctum and Healing: Finished
So. Guys. GUYS. Let me tell you about this story I read. It’s called Sanctum and Healing. You might have heard of it. My husband and I just finished a 7.5 hour car ride, and I could not tear my eyes away from my Kindle to finish reading it, even though the sides of my vision were swaying a bit and my tummy was doing that swoopy thing, attainable only when combining carsickness with a lingering...
Masks VIII: The Masks We Wear
Merry day-after-Christmas, everyone! I hope everyone had a magnificent day, full of crazy relatives and fantastic food and enough liquor to stomach both in equal measure. I’m actually driving back home at the moment, but I’ll be checking Tumblr from the road, and maybe/perhaps/definitely gorging myself on a dashboard feast as soon as I get home! So as a post-Christmas present, I give...
Once again, shimmy makes me cry.
Fucking hell you guys. Sanctum and Healing. Shimmy: Things that have made me teary so far: Wooden kittens. Fireplace stares. The quote on the bronze statue. People are not cities. Stories making sense of nug-shit. The first kiss. The second kiss. The grey at Hawke’s temples. Wooden kittens. Carver’s grisly end. Anders’s initial inability to think of Wildervale as anything...
No posts or ficlets from me today, just popping on to say Merry Christmas, everyone!
I am only on Chapter 3 and yet I am BAWLING. I have to stop for the night, but God, shimmy, just take all of my creis already, for they are yours.
AM FINALLY READING “SANCTUM AND HEALING” RIGHT NOW EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURTS
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through...
I hope everyone’s having a lovely Christmas Eve! I know I am. I’ve already drunk five glasses of wine and argued with family about religion, politics and the parking skills of black people (Spoiler: My father thinks they don’t have any….which, I’ll admit, is one of the stranger manifestations of his racism I’ve encountered over the years.) It’s obnoxious,...
Anonymous asked: Your fanfic is amazing and inspiring. Love all of it :)
Masks VII: The Plan
See, I did manage to get a drabble up today! Yay! It’s a Christmas Eve miracle. This is the last drabble featuring Tallis and Garrett for awhile. But don’t worry, they’ll be back, only after they’re done breaking into vaults and flirting and getting themselves into trouble, of course. Yesterday’s drabble: Of Peacocks and Big Hats *** “You’re here to steal a...
No Nighty-nite post tonight.
Sorry, I’ve been on the road all day and not on Tumblr! But I wish you all a good night, safe travels wherever you may roam, and happy drabbling!
Anonymous asked: Secret Santa again! So I decide to do something a little different and write something potentially heart-wrenching (but incredibly hopeful!). It's also long and being beta'd between holiday obligations, which means it won't be finished before Christmas. I'd planned on posting it in pieces starting this evening, but in the interest of not depressing you for the holidays,...
Masks VI: Of Peacocks and Big Hats
Another mini-drabble round-up! This is partly to tie up loose ends and get us to the party faster, and partly a chance to use all these little bits I wasn’t able to work in earlier. As I mentioned last night, I’ll be travelling this weekend, so I don’t know how much writing I’ll be able to get done, but I’ll do my best to keep up with the daily schedule Yesterday’s drabble: The Wyvern *** I. Baron...