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[Verly]

what's the deal with the contests? I've been away far too long. lol it it just writing stories based on the prompt or what?

Opp, I topped the page... how about a picture of my dwarf Vey and Zev having some sexy time.



scene part of zevran romance scenes. ;-)

Modifié par Verly, 18 janvier 2011 - 05:59 .

[Creature 1]

Kornichon wrote...
soooo.... my turn for a new prompt?
what about...........

Prompt: Jealousy.  I wonder how you think Zevran would act and think about it.
anger? payback? sadden? disregard?
it's up to you!


Time Limit: No more than 3 hours

Deadline: Monday January 24th (not definite hour) 

Prize: Fan art, ask what you want and I'll do!
(but I don't do complex backgrounds, mechanicals, and things that will make me spend too much time on it)

go!

XD  I did this one already!  I don't know if I have anything else for it right now but I'll think about it.  

[Corker]

Verly wrote...

what's the deal with the contests? I've been away far too long. lol it it just writing stories based on the prompt or what?

Stories, art, crocheted plushies, it's all good.  Screenshots, captioned screenshots, movies... we've had poetry on occasion.  Entries (which should take less than the time limit (3 hrs for this one) to complete) and non-entires are encouraged.

*All* submitters to the prompt (entries and non-entries) are candidates for selecting the next prompt; one of the submitters with the lowest number of prompts will be picked.

Winner, selected by Kornichon, gets, in this case, prize art by Kornichon!

Modifié par Corker, 18 janvier 2011 - 06:06 .

[Corker]

Jealousy! Oh, this may be relevant to my interests...

[Verly]

ok, cool, thanks for the heads up. . I might do this...it depends on how much school work I have this week. college comes first.

[Hilde]

Wow! What a fantastic surprise. Thank you ES!
Congratulations as well to jenovan and Kornichon!  It was a great topic and all the entries were awesome.

I will have to think a bit on the new prompt as well!

[Minaleth]

Corker wrote...
... crocheted plushies...

*contemplates crocheted jelaous Zevran plush* Probably a no-go, but amusing thought.

[Sarah1281]

Prompt: Jealousy.  I wonder how you think Zevran would act and think about it.
anger? payback? sadden? disregard?
it's up to you!

Ahria Tabris kissed him softly and Zevran could feel a burning stare on his back. She giggled and then practically floated off to her tent. Zevran watched her go for a moment before turning to the semi-hidden observer.
 
Alistair was still staring at the spot where Ahria had been standing. There was a dark look in his eyes and he was absentmindedly shredding the rose in his hand. Zevran vaguely wondered where he had found such a thing as he hadn’t noticed any of that kind of flower during his time with the Wardens. Perhaps it had been found earlier and Morrigan or – more likely – Wynne had preserved it for him.
 
“Hello, Alistair,” Zevran greeted. “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”
 
Alistair shrugged noncommittally.
 
“What are you still doing up?” Zevran continued, completely undeterred by the less than encouraging response.
 
Alistair mumbled something indistinct.
 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Zevran said apologetically.
 
Alistair cleared his throat. “I was planning on talking to Ahria.”
 
“So why didn’t you?” Zevran pressed. “I know that she and I had been talking for awhile but you could have caught her before she turned in.”
 
Another shrug. “I wasn’t really in the mood to talk by that point.”
 
Oh, so Alistair was perfectly capable of giving hints but refused to take them, was that it? Was Zevran going to have to actually come out and ask the other man about his jealousy? Well, if Alistair could ignore such blatant hints than Zevran could feel free to as well.
 
“But I noticed that you were waiting there for at least twenty minutes,” Zevran reasoned. “If you did not wish to speak to Ahria after all, why wait?”
 
“So you knew that I was right there?” Alistair demanded, suddenly angry.
 
Zevran tilted his head. “Of course I did. In the assassin business, not paying attention to your surrounding means that if you don’t happen to get killed then you at least deserved to be.”
 
“I…see…” Alistair said in the same uncertain tone he always used when Zevran spoke of his background. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”
 
“Ahria and I were talking,” Zevran explained. “And if you needed to speak with her you could have either come up to her right then or waited as you chose to do. I had assumed that if it were more important than what I was saying you would have felt comfortable interrupting.”
 
Alistair frowned but said nothing.
 
Trust a Ferelden to make him be blunt despite the way that that was screaming against all of his hard-learned instincts. These people were his allies for now and his protectors; he really did not need them to wish him dead. “I haven’t known Ahria long-”
 
“Doesn’t seem like it,” Alistair muttered under his breath.
 
Zevran wisely chose to let that go. “And so I was interested in hearing your opinion of our illustrious leader. I understand that you were actually the Senior Warden and no matter how much you might hate to lead, I’m sure that you wouldn’t put someone completely inept in charge.”
 
“Maybe, maybe not,” Alistair said vaguely. “Ahria isn’t incompetent, though, not nearly.”
 
“Then what is she?” Zevran prompted.
 
A small smile broke over Alistair’s face as he thought about her. “She’s…she’s just great. She’s really pretty and she knows how to wield daggers better than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s the most stubborn woman I know and without her I doubt I would have made it past Lothering. I didn’t even have a plan until she suggested the treaties, you know. I probably would have given my life trying to defend that little town and ending up not really doing much good.”
 
“You like her,” Zevran said gently.
 
Alistair started. “O-of course I like her. She’s my fellow Warden and the best friend I’ve ever had.”
 
Zevran stayed silent, waiting.
 
Alistair fidgeted under the elf’s stare. Finally, he continued with, “And so maybe there have been times when I’ve thought about her like…that but practically the first thing I learned about her was that – and I quote – she’d ‘rather slit my own throat with a rusty spoon than even consider ever touching a human.’ I think it might be because of whatever happened when she was recruited but she doesn’t like talking about it.”
 
Zevran nodded his agreement. Ahria hadn’t told him either but that made sense. Even the elves who were insistent on mating with other elves so as to make sure to not have a human child usually weren’t that vehement about it without reason. “So there really is no hope?”
 
Alistair laughed bitterly. “No, none. Even if it weren’t for you, she’d prefer the rusty spoon to me no matter how close we might get.”
 
Zevran really wasn’t sure what to say. ‘I’m sorry’? It seemed appropriate for the situation but he really wasn’t. He liked Ahria and was glad that she wasn’t interested in Alistair and wouldn’t be interested in Leliana either.
 
“I-I am glad that she’s not alone, though,” Alistair said hesitantly. “I mean, I’d prefer that I could be with her but since I can’t…I just want her to be happy.”
 
Zevran examined Alistair closely, trying to gauge his sincerity. Satisfied with what he found, he gave a brief nod. “You’re a good man, Alistair.” He wondered if he would be that dignified if he ever found himself in that kind of a situation. Not, of course, that he ever planned on allowing himself to get into that kind of a situation but there were so many things about his life that were completely unplanned that it was best not to rule anything out.
 
Alistair’s face twisted into a mirthless smile. “Lucky me.”

[mousestalker]

Prompt: Jealousy.  I wonder how you think Zevran would act and think about it.
anger? payback? sadden? disregard?
it's up to you!

The man stared at her.

"You are jealous of me, jealous of me and this elf? Lamb, you are fooling yourself if you think he is faithful.”

The Crow rose from his seat at this, smiling. She raised her palm at him.

“Zev, this is my duel. Besides I need bard practice.”

“Cara, he...”

“My fight. You, fop, are you saying you know Zevran?” She was smiling as well.

“Kallian, I am the wronged party here, no?” She held her palm up.

“Argue with Leli.” Her mouth smiled, her eyes were stone.

The Crow settled back, seemingly furious.

“Personally, no. I've certainly heard of him. Besides, it doesn't count with an elf.”

“I think we will fight. To make it interesting, I will compose a ballade extempore and recite it for you. On the refrain. I shall strike home.”

“A ballade, really. I have no desire to hear an ancestral chant to your dogs.”

“You do not know what a ballade is? A ballade is a metrical poem with three six line stanzas and a four line envoi.”

“I know what a ballade is, knife ears.”

The tavern floor cleared with alacrity.

Leliana began taking book. The elven rogue considered betting, but resumed her preparations. The crowd was hugging the walls of the room, giving the combatants plenty of space. Zevran made his way to the redheaded bookmaker.

“You may still reconsider. No? Very well.”

“An encounter between Kallian Tabris and an Orlesian of Low Taste.”

“What was that?”

“My pardon, that was the title. Let us begin.”

“You come here foreign free foeman
stranger to this tallest of stone
stranger in a stranger land
soon to be friendless, all alone
flesh to be cut from your cloth'd bone
To be burned atop this bare loam
Sad should you be, weep and groan,
And at the refrain, I thrust home!

Your sword does not fight with elan
Your wind has departed, you are blown
Here is where the elf may beat a man
And find the fight she may call her own
despite battling a man sans tone
Your breath gasps, your mouth oozes foam
You face a fighter not gnarl'd crone
And at the refrain, I thrust home!



Here you are, far from kith and clan
Pricked by pride well overblown
Felled before all by woman
Shame will be your own tombstone
There you will lay quiet and prone
Your clothes ripped, hair uncombed
In the dark where light once shone
And at the refrain, I thrust home!


Prince, shake not, nor you weep or moan
In seconds you to your fate come
For this tavern ballade is done
And at the refrain, I thrust home!”



As the man died on the ground, she stepped over him and was swept up by the elven assassin. He held her in his arms, then they kissed.

When they came up for air, much much later, he called to Leliana, “So, how much did we make?”


Apologies to Edmond Rostand, Brian Hooker and Cyrano de Bergerac.

Time: 2 hours, 34 minutes.

Modifié par mousestalker, 19 janvier 2011 - 06:44 .

[Corker]

*claps*

Also, linky, fifth quote down, because if I have an excuse to introduce people to the original, by heaven, I will take it.

I carry my adornment on my soul.
I do not dress up like a popinjay;
But inwardly, I keep my daintiness.
I do not bear with me, by any chance,
An insult not yet washed away - a conscience
Yellow with unpurged bile - an honor frayed
To rags, a set of scruples badly worn.
I go caparisoned in gems unseen,
Trailing white plumes of freedom, garlanded
With my good name - no figure of a man,
But a soul clothed in shining armor, hung
With deeds for decorations, twirling - thus -
A bristling wit, and swinging at my side
Courage, and on the stones of this old town
Making the sharp truth ring, like golden spurs!

<3:wub:

[DreGregoire]

Here's my fav Zev



and this LOL

Modifié par DreGregoire, 19 janvier 2011 - 01:24 .

[Corker]

Kornichon wrote...



Prompt: Jealousy.  I wonder how you think Zevran would act and think about it.
anger? payback? sadden? disregard?
it's up to you!

Meta Jealousy
Time: 40 min
Prompts: 2

Zevran?  Zevran!  Where the hell have you gotten off to?

I am, as ever, at your service, my dear.  I was simply... off for a bit of a stroll.  It has been so quiet, lately.

New weekly prompt: jealousy.  I hinted, a while back, that this threesome thing with Leliana and Kallian was not going to last.

Indeed.  I believe I told the fair bard that I was not inclined to share my dear Warden's affections.

But the bed ended up being negotiable.  Well, how about we take a shot at the end of the thing?  What if you were to think that she was falling for Leliana again?

Oh, I am sure you would much rather write that from Kallian's point of view.  Or perhaps Leliana's.

What?  No, Zevran.  The point is how you handle your feelings.  Since, you know, you usually don't.

Ah, but I am told that viewing the little hints and cracks in my facade is a part of my charm, yes?  I am the puzzle box which must be teased open.  What puzzle will there be, if you tell this tale from my eyes, mm?

Dude, the prompt is jealousy.  I'm pretty sure there's not going to be a big mystery over what's in the box.  It's in the title.  Come on, work with me.  Bedroom, brilliant white morning light, fluffy blankets, Kallian with Leliana snuggled behind her.  You're looking at Leliana sleeping and thinking...

Two lovely ladies in my bed? What's not to like?

Excuse me?  Are you even listening to me?

...I beg your pardon?  I was distracted by the bosoms.

Maker's breath, why are you being so difficult?

Well, it's quite hard to concentrate when there are so many fine bosoms on display.

Oh, for the love of... You had a fifteen thousand-word long porntastic fill.  And you were the noble hero of an even longer fill.  No pouting because I'm writing some fem slash.

I would protest that most of those fifteen thousand words were spent with Leliana, not with my Kallian.  And now Leliana and Kallian are cavorting whilst I am off doing what?  Mocking Alistair at the Pearl.  Amusing, yes, but not nearly as satisfying.

And never mind that it cements the Kallian/Leliana pairing more firmly with the readers?

I... suppose I may have a concern along that line, yes. 

So you are jealous.

Since I have had so little 'screen time,' as they say, I do not even know!  Perhaps if there were some more context, I could better answer your --

Did I not start this conversation asking you to hit Wardrobe and Makeup?

But you are leaping the firearm! 

Jumping the gun.

As I said.  How can I find my 'motivation,' I believe they say, for the scene, when there is such a gap between the now and the then?  Perhaps I am not jealous.  Perhaps Leliana will have given her heart to another by then.  Who can say?

I can!  I am the author!  

Pah.  Then you should know better.

So... you're feeling left out.  I get it.  I've got every intention of doing that f!Brosca massage fill for you, you know.

Yes, I have been waiting very patiently for that one.  Imagine my surprise when I saw you writing something for Odessa instead!

Hey man, I don't cross her.  If she doesn't get her way, I turn around and find everything else I'm working on hog-tied and gagged.

Perhaps I should start assassinating rival works, then.  And now, what is this?  Alliterative poetry?  This has nothing to do with Thedas at all!

Sorry.  Deadlines.  (sigh)  Okay.  I'm sorry if you're feeling neglected.  I tell you what.  I'll go, see if I can hunt up a nice Zevran/f!Tabris prompt, just for you and Kalli, all right?  

I want it at least as long as the one you are doing now.

No promises.  But if it's short, maybe we can do something about your adventures at the Pearl.

Oh?  That might be amusing.  But no Oghren.

Oh come on! 

...perhaps if there is a bath involved.

[Giggles_Manically]

@Corker.

[frostajulie]

Corker, That was equal parts hilarity and creativity. I loved it!

[Tigress M]

First, let me start off by saying I've been reading the prompts and they are wonderful!

And second, I have a confession to make. I finally started my very first Zev-only romance run, and I found myself actually a little giddy when Ehrin Mahariel first encountered him. He's been growing on me for months now, and I am really enjoying his attentions, even at this early, early stage in the game.

Anywho... just wanted to pop in and say "hi" and let you know that maybe... just maybe... you've found yourselves another Zev fan.

[Giggles_Manically]

Cmon guys!



Zevran does not like being on page 2.

[ejoslin]

Gah, the prompts ARE great. I love the idea of jealousy from someone who never even considered this to be possible. AND poetry. I am happy.



@TigressM Zevran's romance, at the start, gritty. But he is sweet -- just not... hmmmm... possessive at all? He's faithful, mind you (flirting aside, which never strikes me as serious). If you're not using mods, be careful of romance breaking bugs. And... Hmmmm... don't let him get away with hiding his feelings later in the romance



It really is a very sweet romance. it much

[MorGothic]

Just a quick question (yes, I'm still around just haven't really seen much I can comment on, other then the prompts of course their all wonderful).



I want to do a Zev romance playthrough before DA2 comes out (or at some point anyway), my question to you is what Race/Origin should I go for?

[ejoslin]

MorGothic wrote...

Just a quick question (yes, I'm still around just haven't really seen much I can comment on, other then the prompts of course their all wonderful).

I want to do a Zev romance playthrough before DA2 comes out (or at some point anyway), my question to you is what Race/Origin should I go for?

I like them all.  I think dwarf casteless has the most in common, though there's something about the HN and DN that I love.  City elf gives you that bit of extra dialog at the alienage, and HN gets the option of marrying royalty which adds one more dialog...

Really, he works well with all of them.

Edit; dalish elf has the added advantage of techwench's wedding mod completed for them

Modifié par ejoslin, 20 janvier 2011 - 11:22 .

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

I can't stop thinking of this chapter of Tarante11a's Rogue on the Rocks fanfic with the jealousy prompt we have this week. Recommended

[jenovan]

Oohhh seconding the recommendation, Tara's work is awesome in general and that chapter was amazing

[Sialater]

Ooh, a prompt that woke up my muse... Mmmm, how long do I have? Only till Monday? Better get started. Maybe The Rescue will quit being stalled.

[Sialater]

Prompt: Jealousy.  I wonder how you think Zevran would act and think about it.
anger? payback? sadden? disregard?
it's up to you!


Time Limit: No more than 3 hours

Deadline: Monday January 24th (not definite hour) 

Prize: Fan art, ask what you want and I'll do!
(but I don't do complex backgrounds, mechanicals, and things that will make me spend too much time on it)

Zevran froze at the treeline to the camp, his eyes locked on her.  She cuddled close to the would-be king, her small, perfect body cradled against his larger, well-muscled one, her raven hair loosened and trailing down her back and over the boy king’s arm.  The assassin’s grip on two rabbits he held in one hand tightened.  He forced himself to loosen his fingers before he ruined the meat with shattered bones.  

He’d watched them silently, back in Denerim, in Eamon’s mansion, as the boy agreed to keep her as his mistress.  She’d actually had to talk him into it!  He’d wanted to walk over and slap Alistair until the man’s head rung.  She deserved more.  She deserved a life that wouldn’t revolve around death and pain and terror and strife.  

He couldn’t give that to her.  Neither could the man whose hand stroked her arm gently, as if she’d break.  Zevran knew what that skin felt like.  She’d taken him to her tent first, after all.  he wrenched his mind away from that thought.  She deserved more than to be anyone’s mistress.  

Though even being that was better than he could give her.  Bitterness was a solid mass in his stomach.    He had nothing to offer her besides a life on the run from the Crows.   She kept him safe, not the other way around.  He knew that and it was a hole in his heart that though he had her back, she truly was the one that had his.  It was that strength within her that made him want to shelter

She also had his heart in the palm of her tiny hand.  He had no idea when her delicate fingers had gotten hold of it, but there it was in her gentle grip, beating along with hers.  “You are not the only one to move quietly, I see.”  Leliana’s voice.  The assassin jumped and nearly dropped the rabbits.   “I did not mean to startle you.”  The red headed woman followed his gaze to see Moira and Alistair snuggling in front of the fire.  “Ah, that is what has your attention.  They are beautiful together, no?”

He glared at the bard, but said nothing.  His silence was apparently all the encouragement she needed.  “They are like night and day, and like the night and day they compliment each other.”

“Do you have a point, Leliana?”  His voice was harsher than he would have liked.  Mentally, he cast futilely about for his hard won, Crow-taught equilibrium, but found it difficult to grasp.

“Not really.  You just seemed to need company.”

“Brasca.  I don’t want it.”  His eyes went back of their own accord to watching Alistair’s hand stroke Moira’s bare arm.

“No.  It is just not my company you want.”  Her hushed voice was smug, as if she’d discovered a great secret.

“Don’t you have something better to do?”  

“No, it’s someone else’s turn to make dinner.  I am very glad that Moira put her foot down and will not let Alistair cook.”  She sounded far more pleased with herself than the statement warranted.

For the first time since she’d surprised him, he turned away from Moira to look at her.  “What are you up to?”

Her blue eyes regarded him steadily, and the back of her hand traveled lightly up and down his arm.  “I am trying to comfort a friend. But I can see that there is no comfort for you.  Unless it is from her.”

He knew what that touch meant.  At another time, in another life, he’d have taken the bard up on her offer of solace.   But looking at the two Wardens, the thought filled his heart with lead and his stomach twisted in pain.  “I thank you, but I have no need of comfort.”  Without a backward glance, he pushed himself off the tree he leaned on and headed toward Morrigan to hand her the rabbits.  When he turned around, Moira was looking up at him, a smile on her full lips.  He felt an answering smile broadening his face while his stomach twisted in an entirely different way.  She patted the log on the other side of her from Alistair. The ex-Templar scooted over and Moira followed, giving him more room.  He glanced at the big blond man who smiled affably at him. The king’s mistress.  Right.

He caught Moira looking at him, her blue eyes narrowed in concern.  “Is everything all right, Zev?”  Her slender, strong arm wound around his waist and give him a gentle squeeze of a hug through his armor.

“Of course.”

[mousestalker]

That prompt is really getting some great fills! I love seeing everyone's different takes on it.

[Tigress M]

@ejoslin - Forgive the slow reply... been setting up a new PC. Thank you for the encouragement. I'm pretty sure I've got all the mods I should have for a Zev romance -- I'm helping to beta test ZRS and Hilde has been wonderfully helpful in providing answers to my seemingly endless questions.

@Sialater - That was painfully beautiful. I truly ached for Zevran having to watch the woman he loves with another man. Thank you for sharing.

And if anyone is interested, I'm blogging Ehrin Mahariel's adventures with Zevran, where I promise to be sure to post all the steamy bits, which should be starting soon! Link in my sig.