zenis replied to your post: zenis replied to your post: insipid-drivel replied…he just sits there vibrating
What’s shaking Justice? :B
Sort of indian Anders dancing to “kannata” by rocky rock http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3xGzSAePYE
Damn swedish commercials -__-
also…BEHOLD my sucky digital flat colour!
If you like it…commission me!!! Please? I don’t bite…overmuch ;)
R-REBLOGGABLE BY REQUEST
sh-should I tag this??
ye I’m gonna tag it
Imagine how different the game would have been if this was how Anders suddenly broke into a song like they do in Disney movies.
The only reason I can think of as to why this is a thing, is because I wanted something different for my blog’s background.
“Anders, what are you writing?”
“Oh, ….hmm. Letter…..This is a letter for you”
“Letter? However, I can not read it”
“Hmm. You may not have to read it. I hope you have it”
“Hmm. Just somehow”
omg! They have matching earrings. <3
crappy doodle inspired by rps
i ship it too hard this isn’t healthy
they’re both delirious from blood loss and exhaustion
is this real love or is it just confusion
we will never kno
“Fenris, are you okay?”
“Yes …. I’m all right”
“No, you don’t overdo it. Come on”
“… I…I’m afraid”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be here for you”
Eyes and hair of amber gold
A richer hue than thread on a worn collar
Sun’s rays and blood, mixed
Like the doors behind him, both singular in their purpose
At odds with one another
I removed the chance of compromise, because there is no compromise
Between the doors that protect faith and the man who tears them down.
“Do you know someone me?”
“Yes. You Fenris. You crying”
“That’s right. Why are you crying?”
“I…I don’t know. Maybe it is the same reason as you”
There was a mouser in the tower named Mr. Wiggums. Only company I had when the templars locked me up. Miss that beast a lot, sometimes.
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER when the whole
AANnnDURZZ LuVZ KITteNZ KFLSkfdlasiilLISD takes over your brain
while he does indeed love them and appreciate their cattish ways and the kind of affection they share, the haughty kind of nudges they give you when they are cold or hungry, you should try to keep in mind that while he loves them - and there’s no debating that -
they probably remind him of being alone
they probably remind him why he’s better off in the company of animals and outcasts rather than actual human beings
they probably remind him of being treated as subhuman, less than alive, less than a person
they probably remind him of clutching quietly in the dark for a furry belly and hoping he is not alone this time
just keep in mind that (while he loves them), they probably carry a lot of meaning for him and it’s not all sweet fluff and forgetting and safety and being kept warm
sometimes it’s coldness and darkness and starving together on the stone floor of a dark cell and waiting to be remembered by someone other than a cat
can you imagine the resentment as the cat comes and goes, slipping in and out of the cell when it suits him, when it pleases him, with no thought given to his comings and goings? to be unpoliced, unnoticed, domesticated but fundamentally free? i am certain he loves cats (of that there’s no doubt) but sometimes there is more to things than whiskery kisses and kneading claws and whisper-quiet pawpads on the cold stone floor
Not that I don’t agree much with the above assessment—but at the same time, I’m not sure his feelings are as bleak as all that. I think Anders loves cats not just because they offered him companionship in solitary, but also because they offered him hope. That cats could come and go as they pleased meant that there was always a world beyond Anders’s cage; and that as long as that was true, then there was also always the hope that he might someday return to it. They reminded him of freedom, at a time when he most needed reminding.
Cats gave Anders something to cling to in the darkest of times, and the memory of hope is always inextricable from the memory of pain, because generally you don’t bother with hoping unless you have a fate desperately wish to escape. And yeah, it hurts sometimes, but hope is always, always something worth cherishing.