Distance is Progress

elrothiel:

I agree with this 100%

>_>

…Kiran did him in his office. <_<

(via moonlighttan)

I just missed Carver Week. :<

Ah well, doesn’t matter. Save the best for last, ya know. XD

As per request, barbeauxbot’s Templar Carver, aka “Footface” getting into the Christmas spirit. Um…

Don’t worry Footface, the ladies will be lining up to give you plenty of smackers. XD

Anders with raindeer christmas themed ears and red nose. But Carver’s one is the genuine, because Anders did it, hahaha.

Sparkle version too.

Last one for the night. :P

For ouyangdan. Her Carver in a Christmas hat! :D

For @keelangan, since she made that awesome pic of carver in a christmas hat. 8D

Puppy-faced Carver.

THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T MOD SWAP. HA!

• Question: Anders has butterflies in his stomach - bellisadinosaur
• Answer:

  “Ands, why the look?”

  “No look, Lia. It must be… the lighting of your estate?”

  “Liar.”

  Hamlet is amused, resting his head on his paws, snuffing. Anders looks nervous, not staring at mom. Sometimes it puzzles Hamlet when his mommy hangs around Anders. The mage hurts her, and Hamlet strongly dislikes anyone hurting his mommy. But he will be a good mabari and listen to mom. As much as it displeases him, Hamlet would rather bite Anders in the arse than let him set foot in mom’s home again.

  Anders gulps, almost like he swallowing something quite large and painful. “I need some time to recover…” Anders turns and takes his leave, leaving mom confused at his sudden departure.

  Hamlet can’t help with ruff with approval, forgetting under his paws was an empty vial. Oh Hamlet knows the contents:  literally make butterflies grow in Anders’ stomach. Hamlet loved exploring mommy’s cellar and finding vials such as this.

  And Hamlet was a harmless mabari. There was no way a mabari such as Hamlet could slip that into Anders’ goblet, wuf wuf.

  ((Yup, I took this literally XD))

• Question: Ophelia on the run. - captainwolfos
• Answer:

  Templars never fail.

  For months since his knighthood, Issur had searched through the Green Dales. The green plains and trees were luscious, in comparison to Kirkwall. But like Sundermount, it was filled with danger. He had hoped to find some shred of clue to where the fugitive and former Champion of Kirkwall could be. The Chantry wanted to bring her to justice. The Templars wanted her executed for her crimes. The Seekers wanted to undermine the Templars.

  Issur just wanted that damn promotion.

  A rustle from the nearby bushes has put Issur on alert. Blood mages were everywhere in the Free Marches wilderness, cutting into their flesh, using demon-fuelled gifts against anyone who stood in their way. He is prepared for anything trick that these vile mages threw at him. Many Templars had failed to capture her. He will succeed when no other Templar had.

  But there were no tricks, no magic used when he failed like the many Templars before him. As he sank deeper into darkness, the last he saw was the Champion of Kirkwall’s face, her dark blue eyes filled with sadness and despair when she disabled him, with her bare hands.

• Question: Ophelia/Oenone have a conversation about sex. - captainwolfos
• Answer:

  Oenone’s cheeks lit up brightly like a bright flame. “Is this even…”

  A mischievous grin appears on Lia’s face. “Oh yes. Definitely. Might I also suggest that this can be amplified with outstanding results with a thin layer of rock armour and a small touch of flames…”

  Oenone’s blushed features dies down a little, now mixed with a bit of curiosity. “Really, Ophi? But what if accidents occur with Jowan casting the flames? And what if I cast rock armour and it went…”

  “OENONE!”

  Obviously Oenone is not the only mage flaming up brightly. By Anders’ predictions, Jowan would start waving his hands exasperatedly shortly, possibly throwing in some terrible singing. Not that Anders want hear Jowan’s singing. Kinloch Hold didn’t hold regular choir practice for them. Not that it would have helped Jowan’s singing in the first place.

  That impish grin on Lia’s face says it all. Anders know that look too well. You two are not going to talk to each other, sitting on opposite sides of the room. So we’re just going to talk about sex as punishment for being party poopers and for not getting along…

  Lia clearly wouldn’t mind hearing Jowan singing soon, since she continues on to reassure Oenone, whose face is blushing again just as furiously as his own was the whole time, with more explicit instructions and information.

  This is going to be one long, awkward night.