Pillow Fort meme;

[memeorabilia]

THE PILLOW FORT MEME


It doesn't matter what age you are. From 1 year to 9,629,574,387 years, everybody loves a good pillow fort!
1. Post with your character and, in your starting comment, describe the magnificent [or not so magnificent] pillow fort that you've built.

2. Make sure to state your character's name, preferences, and all that other stuff in your headline.

3. Have funnnn!

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closed to baskinthesun

[cheesy]

[baskinthesun]

[On the night of her You-are-all-too-drunk-to-count-and-very-much-allowed-to-shoot-the-constable-if-he-says-anything birthday, Nathaniel asked her in his kindest voice, feeling quite warm and happy because of the wine and the cheer around him, What would you like as a gift?

Two days after he leaves the Commander's quarters with slumped shoulders and the beginning of a headache, a smile tugging at his lips despite his very best effort to remain cross; and with a pretty sum of gold missing from his purse, but that's hardly of any great importance. When he comes across Alistair on his way out, he promptly stops to announce: 'Your brat needs you' before setting off to shoot something on his own. But this too, matters very little.

What's really important is how a mysterious and completely unidentified voice giggles when the heavy doors are opened, a sea of dove and blue colored sheets and pillows mapping and hiding what was once a very nice bedroom. A heartbeat later, a bark -too young to be Elke's- announces a second presence, and following it, a new fit of laughter erupts from somewhere inside the grand fortress.]

[cheesy]

[throwing the obligatory squinty-eyed glare at Nathaniel's back ('brat', HMPH!) took the constable's attention too much to think very hard of what he had said; it wasn't exactly that unusual of a message to begin with.

when opening the door to an unrecognizable room (with the occasional down feather floating through the air), Alistair can feel his eyebrows fighting to meet his hairline.

then there's the bark, and the following giggle - his lips twitch before shaking his head, an exasperated smile and hands on his hips to complete the look. it's about time to put on his usual sarcastic melodramatics.]

Goodness me. Whatever happened to my bedroom? I do believe my bed has up and vanished. I don't know what I'm going to do now!

[baskinthesun]

[they barely make a sound, muffled giggles and the excited panting of a pup the only giveaways as they move through the magnificent fort. she loves Nathaniel so much - all her friends should try to kill her at least once, it makes things so pleasant and easy for her.

at the mention of the bed, the flaps of an entrance are opened near the far left of the room, presumably leading to the space the piece of furniture should be occupying still.]

[cheesy]

[in order to keep his own joke going, he represses giggles of his own and starts undoing buckles.]

Oh my, a mysterious cave! I do hope it's soft in there; I wanted to nap. And snore. Very loudly.

[large pieces of armor start falling to the floor, leaving just an undershirt and trousers.]

I'm going to find a nice soft spot and fall asleep right there.

[and beckoned, he sets aside his cane with the rest of his uniform and slowly gets down onto his knees, then all fours, grinning madly as he tries to follow the path lying before him.]

[baskinthesun]

[at the very least, the bed remains where it's supposed to be, not that away from the entrance that he's going to strain himself awfully reaching it. it was new sheets too, plump covers freshly made and washed, reeking of lemon and something faintly flowery.

and right in the middle... a lump.

a suspiciously laughing lump, warden shaped and not that very big and oh no! whatever could such a thing be!?]

[cheesy]

[if Alistair's smile could be harnessed as a source of light, he could power the whole of Thedas at the moment. after he follows the sound of poorly contained glee to find the bed and climbs atop it, he sits on his knees to admire the lump when discovered.

so many years, and they've only given him chances to fall over and over again.]

Well.

[he sighs dramatically, shoulders rising and sharply falling in a huff, and feigns looking around.]

It's a good thing I've found this bed. But I can't seem to find the fiend who did this! Oh, well. I will have a refreshing and glorious reunion with my fluffy friend and its pillowmates, and I'm sure I'll have forgotten once I've had a fantastic nap. And, there, look-!

[any thespian would seethe at him for how he mocks their craft with hammy overacting and unbelievably exaggerated syllables and gestures. hands are clapped noisily to his cheeks in surprise to accompany the exclamation.]

Oh, yes. This spot looks perfect.

[the lump is patted amiably, and then poked and prodded into a more welcoming shape for a potential dreamer. and thus, with an enormous sigh of contentment, the constable turns and lies on his back (fingers laced together on his chest to complete the scene), with the lump being a large and oddly shaped pillow.]

Mm. As I suspected. Quite comfortable.