I really like these character memes. Way too much fun hahaha.

[gogollescent]

First, select your ten fictional characters (from any medium) by whichever method you like best. Then answer the questions below.

1. Otto Chriek
2. Carrot Ironfoundersson
3. Susan Sto Helit
4. A.E. Pessimal
5. Sam Vimes
6. Remus Lupin
7. Sybil Ramkin
8. Havelock Vetinari
9. Moist von Lipwig
10. Willikins

Comments

[roruna]

I'd been meaning to comment on this and I forgot to until now. Ugh, there are just so many points to touch upon. Naturally any mention of A.E. Pessimal is PURE WIN

[gogollescent]

The only way I would consider Vimes/Chalice would be if Sybil had been eaten by the dragon and/or married the Patrician. I'm not completely heartless.

...I realize that consigning a character to fiery death so that I can pair up their one love interest ever with some whippersnapper from the mountains is not the most heartFUL thing in the world. But it counts! Huh.

I too like Ping! Mostly because his name made my world. WATERMEADOW.

[roruna]

don't feel too bad, it wouldn't be a fiery death. She'd be eaten alive. She did meet the criteria*. In retrospect, I'm not quite sure which would be the more heartfelt way to die and there's really no one to ask is there? Either way it's kinder than my idea of her ending up with Nobby.

You know everything I think of the name Ping, I always think of Mulan and how Ping means vase or flowerpot or something.

watermeadow vs. vase. It's kinda silly coming and going, isn't it? Not the most dignified or fearsome of names.

*not 100% sure about the virgin thing. I can think of at least 3 people that Sybil could have canoodled with before Vimes and everyone has done things in their youth that they pretend didn't happen... I'm getting ahead of myself again. *cough*

[gogollescent]

:D If you can attack a troll with your teeth, you automatically qualify for Big Guyhood in my book.

Vimes/Moist. *shakes head* I'm still boggling over that. Worse than bloody Vimes/de Worde.

[gogollescent]

That kind of makes me want to do more genderbending.

William de Worde had not previously encountered Commander Vimes up close; his family's opinions on watchmen - especially in a police force run by a woman were such as to make unsuspecting eavesdroppers' ears bleed. He was inclined to like her, though, if only because she annoyed his father that much she must be doing some part of her job right.

He wasn't sure if he could keep up in that opinion when he saw her expression after Carrot had finished whispering something in her not-very-shell-like ear as she turned to glare at him. Sir Samantha (Vetinari's little joke, as William understood it), despite looking harried and rather impressively disheveled, given that she was wearing chain mail, not an easy thing to rumple, had a thousand-yard stare that was threatening to set his notebook on fire.