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[soignee]

lol sresla, you're loving the lime green on the charcoal grey, I can tell. I had to design some textiles with those colours- white, olive green, grey. black and canary yellow for highlights. I did 50ish matisse style abstracts. It works as the grey really tones down the green and everything harmonises nicely.



/[rambling of a colour theory nerd]

[maradeux]

@Sresla (and Arundor)

It's good that you have quoted this paragraph by Arundor, Sresla, I had downright overlooked it under the list.

No, please, no new list. This list is wonderful and unique, something I have never seen before. You spoke of "intimidation". Of course, one is intimidated of 1400 pages of the thread (all the more so if someone like me - who is no native speaker - doubts about her own ability of forming reasonable English sentences), but when I discovered the ZevThred and browsed the last pages and found this list I was just impressed: So much creativity, interesting conversations, art and fun - all documented and linked, so that one could easily find them and look at them. Wonderful!

The fact that the list is now at such a prominent place on the very first page is - of course - extremely practical. And I think Jenovan is active enough to keep the list up to date. Nevertheless, I think it's not bad if it will also be posted in the thread every now and then. Perhaps - like now - after every completed contest, but also irregular intervals would be ok.

(Sresla) Wait, why am I talking myself into doing work ...

Because you are as awesome as the list itself. :innocent:

[jenovan]

Arundor wrote...

Also, I was wondering whether a new thread means we should start a new list. I'm thinking not. The new thread is a continuation of the discussions, themes and friendships we started in the original thread, so I'm thinking the list should be a continuation of the original as well. Having said that, I brought it up in case anyone feels there's good reason that a new thread warrants a new list. Any thoughts?

Assuming that the old thread never actually gets deleted (perish the thought!!), I think continuing to build on it makes sense I'll be trying to keep things up to date at the top posts, but the occasional random driveby probably doesn't hurt -- I hardly ever go by the front page of a thread I'm keeping up with, myself, so it may be worthwhile to repost it every so often.

[EccentricSage]

If I remember correctly, old threads don't normally get deleted... I remember reading that after a thread is locked for a non offensive reason, you are allowed to continue it and the old thread still exists as an archive. I hope I'm right about that.

[jenovan]

@ES: Good to know! It makes sense, I just don't know if they ever "clean up" the forums and sweep out old stuff :x  Hopefully not!


OKAY!  I has a prompt.

Prompt: Hair!  (cue music) 
Is Zevran really "a fool who spends too much time on his hair"?  Does the Warden appreciate that?   Perhaps Zevran has a fondness for the Warden's tresses?   Maybe he shares hair care tips with Leliana?   Take it and run with it, gaiz XD

(If schedule permits, I'll be participating in my own way...  )

Time: 1 hour
Due:  Thursday (Aug. 19) 11:59 PM EST
Prize: I will write you something of your choosing!

Modifié par jenovan, 15 août 2010 - 05:45 .

[Giggles_Manically]

So we can write a story, or draw something for the prompt I take it?

Have an idea in my head, if I can write something.

[jenovan]

Yup, visual art or writing is cool Or anything else I suppose! XD

[EccentricSage]

No way mine is going to be done in time. e_e How much time's left?

(MCousland finds Zev's fussy hair very useful... for cheating at naughty wrestling matches. ;D )

Wait... is this '1 hour' thing on the honor system?  I've not been watching the clock... >_>

Modifié par EccentricSage, 15 août 2010 - 04:58 .

[soignee]

it's an honour system which everyone attends to I think, which means you'll produce something of drabble/sketch quality which means PEOPLE SHOULD NOT GET STRESSED OKAY? OKAY.

It's for the lulz, take part. It's not a srsbzns competition or anything, come on lurkerrrrrssss out you come...

*eta* I usually get people who I am talking to online to time me as when I go into crayon eating mode I lose track of time.

Modifié par soignee, 15 août 2010 - 05:22 .

[EccentricSage]

lol Hmmm... I'll just start over later... maybe...



See... I'm a perfectionist so... I don't know if I can enter. XD

[Minaleth]

Uuuu, hair! Zevran's hair! <3 But how do I do it? (Mina is in Paris and didn't took drawing tablet, damn.)

[Amedyr]

I just might take a shot at it!

[soignee]

EccentricSage wrote...

lol Hmmm... I'll just start over later... maybe...

See... I'm a perfectionist so... I don't know if I can enter. XD

I am too in some regards and it's self conscious to show the world scruff **** (like my previous lolwat offering) but it proved a point to me and was an exercise in constraint with time. Go look at what I contributed and feel better about what you can do, lulz.

This time I'm going to do 40mins on one image. If at that point I've told the story as I see it, I'll continue. If it needs padding out, i'll stop and at that point and add seperate dialogue.

[EccentricSage]

Ugh. Since I'd been away from the internet, I hadn't heard the news on what DA2 would be about until now. I am SO FREEKING DISAPPOINTED. I REALLY hope they come out with some quality expansions that involve our party members from Origins at least!!!! WTF Bioware?! I'm so pissed off. I could care **** less about some generic blight survivor rising to greatness.

Does this mean everything we did with our PC's and our party members is rendered meaningless?  **** the fact that your Mage freed the tower from the Chantry or that you Dalish made Alistair King and gave land to his people.  Nevermind who the unlikely heros were who faught the archdemon along side you against all odds.  None of that epic stuff that made DA:O RPG of the year is good enough aparently.  No... instead we should be a generic 'from the ashes' hero of Bioware's choosing.  Pft.

Modifié par EccentricSage, 15 août 2010 - 11:24 .

[Sarah1281]

So I'm not satisfied with the ending but it's been an hour so here goes:

“You are staring at my hair,” Zevran Arainai announced at camp one night on the way to Denerim.

“Am I?” Aunn Aeducan asked, blinking.

“Yes and for quite some time as well,” he confirmed. “See anything that you like?”

“Clearly I must have or I would have looked away,” Aunn replied. “Well…either that or I really hated it and couldn’t tear my eyes away. As it happens, you were right: I like your hair.”

“I must confess, that’s the sort of thing that I would expect to hear from Leliana rather than you,” Zevran told her.

“Well, she’s already had the ‘I like your hair’ conversation with me, Alistair, Wynne, Sten, and Morrigan so I’m sure she’ll get around to talking to you about yours sooner or later,” Aunn assured him.

“Unless, of course, she doesn’t like my hair,” Zevran pointed out.

Aunn laughed. “Please, Leliana likes everyone’s hair. You’ll get your turn.”

“If she likes everyone’s hair then clearly she’s not very selective,” Zevran reasoned. “And as such, I don’t know how mine compares to other peoples’. You, however, don’t normally go around gushing about how much you love other peoples’ hair so you’d probably be a more telling judge. Of course, you also wouldn’t have told me that you liked mine if I hadn’t caught you staring at it. You don’t seem to go around staring at other peoples’ hair, though, so maybe you are selective. Or maybe I just didn’t notice.”

“Or maybe you are seriously over thinking this,” Aunn told him, rolling her eyes.

“That’s always a possibility,” Zevran conceded. “But in my line of work I’ve found that it pays to over think things rather than risk under thinking them.”

“In my line of work it does, too,” Aunn agreed. She paused. “Although I’m not really sure that being a Princess was a line of work…”

“So what say you? Do you like my hair or not?” Zevran inquired.

Aunn tilted her head. “Does it really matter?”

“Not so much that I’d go around randomly asking strangers or even my companions, no, but since you were already staring and I am getting quite curious I would like some sort of answer,” Zevran replied.

Aunn shrugged. “Alright then: yes, I am fond of your hairstyle. I always have been and it reminds me of-” She cut herself off.

“It reminds you of?” Zevran prompted.

“My brother,” Aunn replied quickly. “His hair was like yours and, now that I think of it, Cailan’s was, too. It’s always seemed to be a very regal style and I do so like regal things.”

“I thought you said that your brother had hair like Alistair’s,” Zevran reminded her.

Aunn shook her head. “Oh no, that was the other one. He always looked much less regal and I suppose that may have helped him keep up his façade of harmlessness all these years…”

“Since I seem to recall you saying that your evil brother looked like Alistair, does that mean that your other brother was not evil?” Zevran asked.

“Trian wasn’t exactly evil just….well, Trian,” Aunn attempted to explain. “Very presumptuous, certainly, and never very fond of me but that’s hardly a crime. And lest I be forced to correct myself later…I’m not entirely sure Bhelen’s evil although since he did try to have me killed and framed me for Trian’s death I reserve the right to call him that.”

“So if your brother who had this hairstyle died and your King who had this hairstyle died-” Zevran started to say.

“Yeah, Cailan was hardly my King,” Aunn interrupted. “My King was my father – who had a completely different hairstyle – although now that I’m exiled I suppose I don’t have a King anymore. I know that I will certainly not accept that a human would have sovereignty over me.”

“That might make it a little difficult to live in Ferelden,” Zevran pointed out.

Aunn shrugged. “Who says I plan on living in Ferelden? I’m just here until the Blight’s over and then I’ll go find something more interesting to do and somewhere more interesting to live.”

“Try Antiva,” Zevran advised. “It’s a fascinating city and so long as you can handle yourself with a sword – which you most certainly can – you won’t have any problems.”

“I’ll think about it,” Aunn said noncommittally. “Although I’ve got to say that living on the Surface at all really doesn’t appeal to me so I doubt I’ll be too thrilled about any of my options. Those are thoughts for later, though; you were saying something about how Trian and Cailan are both dead?”

“Ah, of course,” Zevran said with a nod. “I was saying that, while my hairstyle is pretty phenomenal, if the people you know who had it all died then maybe having this hairstyle isn’t great for my long-term survival plans.”

“Not everyone I know with that hairstyle has been killed,” Aunn countered. “Although the other person I really knew who had it did get crippled so perhaps that’s not the best example…Cailan died because he was on the front line of a battle that turned into a massacre and I really doubt Trian’s hair played much – if any – a part in his death.”

“That may be true but given that assassins don’t have a very high life expectancy and the Crows are already after me, I’m really not sure that I should risk jinxing myself,” Zevran told her.

“You’re not seriously thinking about changing it, are you?” Aunn asked skeptically. “What would you even change it to, anyway?”

“That is a good question,” Zevran remarked, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve always been so very fond of this style that it really hadn’t occurred to me to change it. How do you think I would look with Alistair’s hair?”

Aunn attempted to picture it and promptly started giggling. “That…that style is hard to take seriously and…well, I just don’t think it’s you.”

“Maybe not,” Zevran agreed. “That’s how Taliesin wears his hair, anyway, and I wouldn’t want him to accuse me of copying him should I ever run into him again and he attempts to kill me. How about that one style the tortured Templar had? Cullen, I think it was.”

“Better than Alistair’s style but still…weird,” Aunn declared.

“Sten’s style?” Zevran suggested.

“That would be really very bizarre,” Aunn nixed. “Plus your hair doesn’t seem long enough for that.”

“Jowan’s style?” Zevran was clearly running out of ideas.

Aunn made a face. “That’s fine if you’re good with me pretending I don’t know you.”

“Wynne’s style?” Zevran asked, looking a little desperate.

“I’m thinking no,” Aunn told him. She paused, considering. “Although…while that ponytail is far too no-nonsense to fit you a ponytail might not be a bad fit if you’re really looking for a change. You could get one like Duncan’s easily enough.”

“Duncan?” Zevran repeated blankly.

“He was the Warden that recruited me and Alistair’s surrogate father,” Aunn explained shortly. “Don’t bring him up around Alistair unless you want to start a very long conversation.”

“I’ll save that for when I have more time or am really bored then,” Zevran decided. “But since I have never met this ‘Duncan’ character then perhaps you can describe to me how his hair looked?”

“There’s…really not much to say, really,” Aunn told him. “And I’ve never been very good at describing things anyway. It was just a low medium-size ponytail that looks like it could be pulled off with hair about your length. It was pretty badass, though. Part of that was just because of how awesome Duncan was but the hair definitely helped.”

“So…like this?” Deftly, Zevran scooped his hair up into a low ponytail very similar to the one Duncan usually sported.

“Pretty much, yes,” Aunn agreed.

Leliana walked up to them then, looking mildly distressed. “Oh, but I was just coming to talk to you about how much I loved your hair! Although, I do like this style, too…”

Modifié par Sarah1281, 15 août 2010 - 11:32 .

[Corker]

jenovan wrote...

Prompt: Hair!  (cue music) 
Is Zevran really "a fool who spends too much time on his hair"?  Does the Warden appreciate that?   Perhaps Zevran has a fondness for the Warden's tresses?   Maybe he shares hair care tips with Leliana?   Take it and run with it, gaiz XD

Aidan Cousland hadn’t meant to start eavesdropping. He’d just stepped away from the fire for a moment, towards the latrine Sten insisted they dig every time they stopped, when he heard Zevran and Leiliana talking together quietly. They paused, and he thought perhaps his presence had been noted, but instead they continued on.

“So how do they do it in Orlais?” Zevran was asking.

“It’s very complicated,” Leiliana replied. “I haven’t even bothered to try since I’ve been in Ferelden. And the Chantry frowns on such things.”

“Ah, but you are away from the Chantry now, no? And resuming the life of a bard?”

“Well, yes! But... there are certain supplies I would need.”

“Oh?” Zevran sounded intrigued, and Aidan had to admit that he was as well.

“Some powders, some pigments, but mostly the oil.”

“Oil? They have oil here in Ferelden. This should not be an impediment.”

“It’s not the right kind, Zevran. Trust me on this. It makes all the difference. You can’t just slather on lamp oil or cooking oil.”

“Well, why not? I am eager to see this demonstrated.”

“Well, the stink, for one thing! And the mess. If it’s not to be a great slippery mess, you have to use the right kind.”

“Bah, you tease. I will not be so cruel. You wished to know how I do it?”

“Oh, indeed. From what I can tell, the results are amazing.”

“Why, thank you, my dear bard. See here? Very fine leather thongs.”

“Leather? Really? Isn’t that difficult to work with? I would have thought silk.”

“Silk may be more beautiful, but it slips. Leather gets a good grip and will not slide. Things will stay where you put them.”

“But isn’t it hard to tie?”

“Not at all, if you use the right knots. Here, allow me to demonstrate.”

Aidan, grinning broadly, stepped forward with a smart remark upon his tongue. He stopped in mid-stride at the unlikely scene that presented itself in the fading light of day - Zevran fiddling with one of his braids, tying it off with, yes, a fine leather thong, and Leiliana hovering over him watching carefully.

They both looked up at him, the very picture of innocence. “Yes, Warden?” they chorused expectantly.

“I... was... just heading for the latrine.” Aidan shook his head slightly. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your... grooming session?”

“Oh, it is no bother,” Leiliana said. “Come back when you’re done and we can compare how Fereldens do it.”

“Uh... maybe another time. If you’ll pardon me.” Bemused, he continued on his way.

Bard and assassin traded smirking glances, pleased with their impromptu performance. “You’re quite quick-witted, Zevran,” Leiliana smiled. “Have you ever thought about learning the bard’s trade?”

“That depends.” He raised an eyebrow. “Will it involve the oil you mentioned?”

[Sarah1281]

@ Corker: Oh, nice. I love misunderstandings like that and the fact that they planned it was even better.

[Hilde]

Hello. I am fairly new to the forums, came on just before the old thread was killed, but have followed this one and would like to submit a story for the hair prompt.



I started a new cousland recently and was intent on romancing alistair (felt guilty for sacrificing him last play through and have romanced Zevran last 6-7 playthroughs) but lost all resolve once I got Zevran in my camp..cannot stay away. I figured I could romance Alistair then drop him to assuage my guilt and this prompt helped me figure out how.





*****



Zevran watched Aurelie as she knelt by the stream, cleaning her armor and what little clothing she seemed to possess. Even now her hair was wrapped tight at the base of her neck. He had longed to see her hair, black as a starless sky, down around her shoulders. Every morning as she exited her tent, or in the months past, Alistair’s tent, her hair had already been pinned up. For months he had watched this ritual, an unhappy shadow playing across her face as she readied for the day, but as she caught his eye a smile full of warmth always greeted him.



This had intrigued him. Aurelie had begun to seek out his company during their long marches and during the increasingly cold evenings at the campfire. She would not always press him with questions, but would sit comfortably near him, content until that fool Alistair would intrude and lead her into his tent.



He slowly moved to where she now sat polishing her daggers, she smiled as he sat next to her. She did not flinch away from his touch as his hand moved across her hair from her temple to the base of her neck, but locked eyes with him.



“My dear Warden, always with those serious eyes and hair pulled tight, even while doing such mundane tasks as these,” said Zevran. “you must learn to let your hair down..so to speak.”



His hands moved quickly to undo the buns then the braids, watching in wonder as her long way hair fell across her shoulders. Running his hands through Aurelie’s hair and feeling her tension melt away, he wondered as to why she did not let anyone see her in this way.



Aurelie’s hand went to Zevran’s hair in return and followed the same path his hands had through her hair.



“You know, you should follow your own advice.” Aurelie said with a smile.



She worked at his braids undoing them and letting his hair fall forward into his face. The gesture had been so full of warmth it had startled Zevran, it had been unexpected, but as she ran her hands through his now down hair he let his eyes close, enjoying the movement of her hand, the dance of her fingernails across his scalp. When he reopened his eyes she had moved closer to him and he took the opportunity to move in, to close the distance and taste her inviting lips.



As he closed in Alistair’s voice intruded, no doubt looking for Aurelie, jealous and protective of her as he had become as she spent more of her time in Zevran’s company.



“Aurelie! Zevran!, Maker, has anyone seen them?” Alistair yelled, drawing nearer.



Much to his surprise and pleasure she did not move away, but sighed, discontented and with a quick smile pressed her lips to his. The kiss had been quick and chaste, but full of promise. Aurelie did not speak as she gathered her pack to return to camp, and as she walked towards camp, towards Alistair, she turned to smile reassuringly back at Zevran. Walking back across the camp he heard Aurelie ask Alistair “Can we talk?” as he found his way to his tent...



As Zevran readied himself the next morning by the campfire, he looked up to see Aurelie exiting her tent, alone. Her hair was down; the soft waves cascaded down her shoulders, softening the lines of her face making her fair skin glow in the soft light of dawn. The shadow that had been ever present was no longer visible across her eyes and as she sat near him to eat, her hand brushed his, a subtle and inviting gesture. The glare on the faces of Wynne and a few other companions as well as the poorly masked hatred on Alistair’s face told him that what he had hoped for since joining her company had suddenly become a possibility. A possibility he truly did not intend to waste.

[Sarah1281]

@Hilde: Aw, that's sweet.

[payroo]

@Sarah1281: Ahhh I love this slight 4th wall breakage! It really does bug the snot out of me how everyone and their brother has Zevran's hairstyle...
Aunn shrugged. “Alright then: yes, I am fond of your hairstyle. I always have been and it reminds me of-” She cut herself off.

“It reminds you of?” Zevran prompted.
She was about to say Gorim, wasn't she?

@corker: oh, deviously delightful! tiny leather thongs indeed...

@Hilde: Aww, that was so cute.

[jenovan]

XD Great entries so far, guys! And welcome, Hilde! :3 (Zev is hard to say no to, isn't he? ;D)

[Giggles_Manically]

Since its been a long time since I did a zev as a LI run, I am thinking of doing it with either a human noble, or an human mage.



Do any of you here have a personal preference for which origin runs best with Zevran.

Last time I think it was with an human noble.

[Sarah1281]

payroo wrote...


@Sarah1281: Ahhh I love this slight 4th wall breakage! It really does bug the snot out of me how everyone and their brother has Zevran's hairstyle...
Aunn shrugged. “Alright then: yes, I am fond of your hairstyle. I always have been and it reminds me of-” She cut herself off.

“It reminds you of?” Zevran prompted.
She was about to say Gorim, wasn't she?

@corker: oh, deviously delightful! tiny leather thongs indeed...

@Hilde: Aww, that was so cute.

Maybe...

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Since its been a long time since I did a zev as a LI run, I am thinking of doing it with either a human noble, or an human mage.

Do any of you here have a personal preference for which origin runs best with Zevran.
Last time I think it was with an human noble.

I pair my CE and elf mage with him. My DE sleeps with him but she's too unstable for a real relationship. So basically...I like elf Warden/Zevran.

Modifié par Sarah1281, 16 août 2010 - 02:20 .

[Hilde]

jenovan wrote...

XD Great entries so far, guys! And welcome, Hilde! :3 (Zev is hard to say no to, isn't he? ;D)

Way too hard. I had resolve, I swear i did! And Thanks!

[Thiefy]

you know i got to thinking about it, and Zevran kinda reminds me of Prince Naveen, or vice versa.

He is a disney character from the Princess and the Frog.

Actually, there were just a couple of lines I could picture Zevran saying from this scene:


Zevran: You will enjoy it, I guarentee it. All men/woman enjoy the kiss of Zevran! Come, we pucker!

Player:...er, just ONE kiss?

Zevran: *seductive tone* Unless you beg for moar... *licks lips*



Edit: Now that I think about it, there's probably one more scene that I can think of that would fit Zevran, though I don't want to give away the ending of the movie.

But for those of you that HAVE seen it, towards the end, when Naveen says "She is my Eve-Angeline," could totally see Zevran saying that in referrence to the warden, with his love of poetry and all.

Modifié par Thief-of-Hearts, 16 août 2010 - 03:06 .