Cuz my good man didn’t make that many pics for these two last year, well, I’m here to fix that hehehe.
Darn, ‘hehehe’ makes me sound like a creepy old man… I like it.
Here, have some more pictures from the BW panels from Friday at PAX, taken by my good friend Ash from Nerd Appropriate! (Thanks, Ash!!!)
Pictures feature Coles as BroShep, Karlee as FemShep, Kevin as Manrill, Tracy as Warden Bethany, Sheila as Lady Hawke, Alyssa as Meredith, Bill and Rob as twin mage and rogue Hawkes, and Beth and I not only as Bethany and Isabela, but also Sunshine and Rivaini, Team Vanguard badasses!
These are absolutely awesome!!! … probably going to start using the #teamvanguard one for my twitter icon now. What an incredible weekend and freaking AMAZING folks. Totally worth it. <3 <3 <3
I think we might know this Isabela. ~.o
Hawke (Jessica Merizan)
(also Beth as Bethany!!!)
Were you one of the people at the front of the line? Oh, hi!! You guys seemed so friendly—I wish I had been able to chat, but all my friends showed up at the same time!
Finally…!! My hands are dead…….. _^_
I did’nt thought this would be so painful and hard!! This is first time when i’m doing hauberk! @_@ And it’s pretty heavy too xD’
Progress of Hawke’s sleeve!! :D
OMG!! OMG!! I’m so excited!!!
I feel your pain! Oh god, do I ever feel your pain. I ended up having to do this pretty much non stop for about three months to do the bodice for my Bethany Hawke costume. It’s totally worth it in the end to go through the effort of making the real deal. :)
Late to the party because it takes me such a painfully long time to write words, though this wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a drabble. You can lay the blame entirely on Seri.
Title: These Lovely Tales You Tell
Notes: Leliana’s last two lines ripped from her game dialogue.
Summary: Leliana tells stories, and they’re the loveliest little things.
Leliana tells stories, and they’re the loveliest little things: bits of language strung together to be heard and laughed at and sighed over, best listened to one after the other, like a plate of pastries scarfed down before they lose their warmth. Bethany bakes well enough and Barlin’s girl doesn’t, so there’s some coin in bringing a basket full of sweet things over to the tavern a few mornings a week for scruffy men to chew on while they try to will away their hangovers. That’s the excuse, anyway. Garrett rolls his eyes and makes kissy faces at her. Carver, ever oblivious, just rolls over.
“S’too damned early,” he grunts into his pillow, and is back to snoring before Bethany has finished doing up the buckles on her boots.
Her mother’s eyes follow her out the door, but it’s been a long time since her father first said, She’s a big girl, Leandra, she can go by herself. She’ll take the dog. Bethany does go by herself, and she takes the dog too, and with her twin in his bed, her mother at the table, her brother up early tracing out glyphs in the pre-dawn frost, and her father’s voice ringing in all their ears, everyone is accounted for.
With her father’s voice in her ears is how she likes best to listen to Leliana’s stories. They’re the sorts of stories he used to tell: the ridiculous ones Carver had stopped asking for long ago, the ones with little girls who did magic but got to be princesses all the same, and the wise owl in the oak tree and the five green and speckled frogs (any one of whom might be a prince), and the poor miller’s boy and the cat, and the two twins lost in a wood full of witches, only crumbs to guide them home.
“Four and twenty blackbirds,” Leliana laughs, biting into the pastry, and Bethany watches the steaming amber juice dribble inevitably out the crease of her mouth, tries not to be too obvious about staring at the tongue that chases after it.
“Not by my recipe,” she answers with a bounded smile. “And your friend there is no blackbird.”
“Oh!” says Leliana, as if she’s only just remembered that there’ a woodlark perched on her shoulder — and for all Bethany knows, she has; Leliana could make friends with the wind and think it the most natural thing in the world. “This is Peep. I found his parents dead in the garden, so I have been raising him. He is getting to be quite a big bird now, aren’t you Peep?”
Peep ruffles his feathers and Bethany has to laugh, and then unfortunately she has to go on to Barlin’s before the rest of her basket goes cold. “Please do not make yourself late on my account,” Leliana always says, right after she smiles and says “Thank you,” (and sometimes she even says “Thank you Bethany,”) and there’s never a day when Bethany actually wants to take this advice. To make up for it, she always reserves the best for Leliana, and when she crosses the little stone bridge she turns her head at just the right angle so it’s not too obvious that she’s watching the Sister out of the corner of her eye, finishing her breakfast cheerfully before going back to slaving over her hopeless little rose garden, a burst of red hair bobbing in the grey morning light.
*blubbers* ;_; … That was really good.
Who is this writer and why am I not creeping on them already!?
The very talented N8Zim finished putting up the rest of the photos from our recent Dragon Age 2 Cosplay photo shoot at UW. The group photos were the ones I had been most looking forward to seeing. We’re hoping to get together again in a few weeks so we can include Merrill as well. It still blows my mind that almost all of the DA2 cosplayers from PAX Prime are local to the Seattle area. I hope you all enjoy. We had an absolute blast shooting these.
The whole gallery can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/n8zim/sets/72157627769793098/with/6219856766/