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[nikki-tikki]

YAY RB!!!!  Congratulations!!! 

 

 

Edit:  I like this gif better

 

 

A few pages back but...this makes my life. 

 

Fenris I love you...

[Siha]

El (EHL): our.

Vhen (VEHN): "people of" or "belonging to the elves, the clans, elven society"

-An (AHN): suffix indicating place or location

 

http://dragonage.wik.../Elven_language

 

So "vhenan" is "the place of our people", but yet means heart? What does this tell me, that the elves only live in each others hearts without a physical representation? Or that they never had a real home, a "home is where the heart is" sort of thing? Or that in an elven heart there's no place for anything but other elves?

All that is pretty ridiculous, so what does the origin of the word tell me about its creators?

[Kestrel]

So "vhenan" is "the place of our people", but yet means heart? What does this tell me, that the elves only live in each others hearts without a physical representation? Or that they never had a real home, a "home is where the hear is" sort of thing? Or that in an elven heart there's no place for anything but other elves?

All that is pretty ridiculous, so what does the origin of the word tell me about its creators?

 

"We ran out of money and thus put a minimum amount of effort into creating this, please don't question us. Please." 

[nikki-tikki]

So "vhenan" is "the place of our people", but yet means heart? What does this tell me, that the elves only live in each others hearts without a physical representation? Or that they never had a real home, a "home is where the hear is" sort of thing? Or that in an elven heart there's no place for anything but other elves?

All that is pretty ridiculous, so what does the origin of the word tell me about its creators?

 

They could be like German where you add onto the word which makes it a whole different word?

 

Source: I am not German whatsoever...I just heard that makes German difficult to understand sometimes....

[Junebug]

 

 

you beautiful swan, you

[Catfishers]

They could be like German where you add onto the word which makes it a whole different word?

 

Source: I am not German whatsoever...I just heard that makes German difficult to understand sometimes....

 

From what I've heard from people more well versed in this than I am, yes, it is like German in that sense.

[laurelinvanyar]

So "vhenan" is "the place of our people", but yet means heart? What does this tell me, that the elves only live in each others hearts without a physical representation? Or that they never had a real home, a "home is where the hear is" sort of thing? Or that in an elven heart there's no place for anything but other elves?

All that is pretty ridiculous, so what does the origin of the word tell me about its creators?

yeah....I don't know why they didn't just make a new word for heart. *shrug* 

[laurelinvanyar]

Spoiler

"M.Tethras, nous avon beaucoup de questions a vous poser concernant les événements dans Kirkwall."

"Perfection, shouldn't we hold this interview somewhere a little more comfortable?" The dwarf winks roguishly. "Like perhaps on a luxurious fur rug by the fire?"

 

"Nous n'avons pas un tapis de..."

 

Varric unbuttons the rest of his shirt.

 

It starts with quick glances, sly smiles and casual brushes against each other during crowded orlesian balls that lingered a little longer than necessary.

 

The next thing the beautiful templar knew, she was held against a wall as the bard made use of her clever tongue.

 

With quick, deft fingers Marjolaine hungrily tugged at the straps of Evangeline's ceramonial helm, slid off her protective mail coif, untied her padded leather cap, then let the silk sunburst tabard slide to the floor.

 

Shaking with barely concealed lust, Marjolaine impatiently lifts the gorget above her head, unbuckles her cuirass and tassets, runs her hands down the fastenings of her pauldrons, gardbraces, vanbraces and gauntlets, letting the mass of metal clatter to the floor.

 

Breathing hard, she kneels to unbuckle the poleyns, greaves, sabatons... then looks up at the blushing templar to realize her supple womanly figure was still enrobed in a reinforced boiled leather jacket over chain mail over what looks like another three layers of actual clothing she's going to have to get through, plus boots.

Drawn together by a mutual love of fur trimming, Cullen works through his lyrium addiction by embracing the savage passion the avvar offers.

 

Entangled together beneath the bed sheets, Cullen looks adoringly up into the eyes of Skywatcher, asking what it was he was moaning during sex.

 

Skywatcher explains it is an old Avvar endearment which translates to a sort of confection they bake in stone ovens, made from goat lard, honey and cornstarch, and that it's fluffy golden texture reminded him of Cullen.  

"BLOOD MAGIC!" the knight commander shrieked, menacing her sword at the recalcitrant pickle jar which refused to open. No amount of screaming or threats seemed to make it even marginally more inclined to open. But she knew. The knight commander just knew it was practicing forbidden arts, she could see the cold of the glass beginning to bead sweat in the warm sunlight of her office. Clearly a sign of guilt.

 

"Maybe ask it again in a nicer way, but with more feeling" said a voice. Meredith looked around the empty room, but saw no one. This did not concern her over much, there were a lot of voices in her head these days.

 

When she turned back to her interrogation, the jar had seemingly opened itself.

 

Weighed down by the burden of command, the warden slumps alone by the fireplace, until she feels a rough warm hand grasp her own. 

 

"enchantment"

 

Eyes sparkling with tears of gratitude, the warden leans against the dwarf, the only person who truly understands her.

"I've met someone" blushed the tiny elf to the pirate queen.

 

Isabela slaps the tavern table with a guffaw and calls for a celebratory round. "what's he like? got a nice arse?"

 

"i'm not sure, it's a... bit of a long distance relationship" Merrill mumbles into her half finished ale. "We send messages back and forth, and he wants to meet! My keeper says i shouldn't date men i meet in strange mirrors but i'm sure it will be fine

 

You're a treasure

[DarthEmpress]

Professor Solas is my most shameless of kinks     Whenever I see Solas and Professor in the same sentence I get too excited for my own good.  I am a horribly mess and I blame it entirely on Mr. Weekes.

[KarateKats]

Spoiler

"M.Tethras, nous avon beaucoup de questions a vous poser concernant les événements dans Kirkwall."

"Perfection, shouldn't we hold this interview somewhere a little more comfortable?" The dwarf winks roguishly. "Like perhaps on a luxurious fur rug by the fire?"

 

"Nous n'avons pas un tapis de..."

 

Varric unbuttons the rest of his shirt.

 

It starts with quick glances, sly smiles and casual brushes against each other during crowded orlesian balls that lingered a little longer than necessary.

 

The next thing the beautiful templar knew, she was held against a wall as the bard made use of her clever tongue.

 

With quick, deft fingers Marjolaine hungrily tugged at the straps of Evangeline's ceramonial helm, slid off her protective mail coif, untied her padded leather cap, then let the silk sunburst tabard slide to the floor.

 

Shaking with barely concealed lust, Marjolaine impatiently lifts the gorget above her head, unbuckles her cuirass and tassets, runs her hands down the fastenings of her pauldrons, gardbraces, vanbraces and gauntlets, letting the mass of metal clatter to the floor.

 

Breathing hard, she kneels to unbuckle the poleyns, greaves, sabatons... then looks up at the blushing templar to realize her supple womanly figure was still enrobed in a reinforced boiled leather jacket over chain mail over what looks like another three layers of actual clothing she's going to have to get through, plus boots.

Drawn together by a mutual love of fur trimming, Cullen works through his lyrium addiction by embracing the savage passion the avvar offers.

 

Entangled together beneath the bed sheets, Cullen looks adoringly up into the eyes of Skywatcher, asking what it was he was moaning during sex.

 

Skywatcher explains it is an old Avvar endearment which translates to a sort of confection they bake in stone ovens, made from goat lard, honey and cornstarch, and that it's fluffy golden texture reminded him of Cullen.  

"BLOOD MAGIC!" the knight commander shrieked, menacing her sword at the recalcitrant pickle jar which refused to open. No amount of screaming or threats seemed to make it even marginally more inclined to open. But she knew. The knight commander just knew it was practicing forbidden arts, she could see the cold of the glass beginning to bead sweat in the warm sunlight of her office. Clearly a sign of guilt.

 

"Maybe ask it again in a nicer way, but with more feeling" said a voice. Meredith looked around the empty room, but saw no one. This did not concern her over much, there were a lot of voices in her head these days.

 

When she turned back to her interrogation, the jar had seemingly opened itself.

 

Weighed down by the burden of command, the warden slumps alone by the fireplace, until she feels a rough warm hand grasp her own. 

 

"enchantment"

 

Eyes sparkling with tears of gratitude, the warden leans against the dwarf, the only person who truly understands her.

"I've met someone" blushed the tiny elf to the pirate queen.

 

Isabela slaps the tavern table with a guffaw and calls for a celebratory round. "what's he like? got a nice arse?"

 

"i'm not sure, it's a... bit of a long distance relationship" Merrill mumbles into her half finished ale. "We send messages back and forth, and he wants to meet! My keeper says i shouldn't date men i meet in strange mirrors but i'm sure it will be fine

 

Just so you know... my heart has a mighty need for more Hobo Solas fanfiction written by you.

[RogueBait]

<snip>

 

Aaand shameless self-promotion, my WIP art to showcase my love for Aicosu's Message Sent.

Spoiler

http://sunnyartthing...or-solas-3-also

 

 

I'm out of likes, curses! It's lovely, Capricorn. :3 Looking forward to seeing the finished piece.

 

<snip>

 

it's so weird how emotional attachment changes your perception of how attractive someone is. I remember being fairly uninspired with promo images but now he's so beautiful i could literally cry over ever plane and crease and freckle on his stupid bald head.

 

This, exactly. When the screens of Solas came out, I had no strong feelings for him either way. Not indifference exactly, but just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But then the game happened, and the voice happened, and the splendidly animated mannerisms and his character and BAM, suddenly everything about him is ridiculously hot.

 

I can't even pinpoint exactly when I started swooning over the way he looked, really. His character was just so unexpected that I think it kind of crept up on me while I was caught completely off guard by him. No regrets. Riding this Solas train until it crashes and burns to the ground (or sprouts angelic wings and flutters into the sky with conductor!Lavellan).

 

Spoiler

"M.Tethras, nous avon beaucoup de questions a vous poser concernant les événements dans Kirkwall."

"Perfection, shouldn't we hold this interview somewhere a little more comfortable?" The dwarf winks roguishly. "Like perhaps on a luxurious fur rug by the fire?"

 

"Nous n'avons pas un tapis de..."

 

Varric unbuttons the rest of his shirt.

 

It starts with quick glances, sly smiles and casual brushes against each other during crowded orlesian balls that lingered a little longer than necessary.

 

The next thing the beautiful templar knew, she was held against a wall as the bard made use of her clever tongue.

 

With quick, deft fingers Marjolaine hungrily tugged at the straps of Evangeline's ceramonial helm, slid off her protective mail coif, untied her padded leather cap, then let the silk sunburst tabard slide to the floor.

 

Shaking with barely concealed lust, Marjolaine impatiently lifts the gorget above her head, unbuckles her cuirass and tassets, runs her hands down the fastenings of her pauldrons, gardbraces, vanbraces and gauntlets, letting the mass of metal clatter to the floor.

 

Breathing hard, she kneels to unbuckle the poleyns, greaves, sabatons... then looks up at the blushing templar to realize her supple womanly figure was still enrobed in a reinforced boiled leather jacket over chain mail over what looks like another three layers of actual clothing she's going to have to get through, plus boots.

Drawn together by a mutual love of fur trimming, Cullen works through his lyrium addiction by embracing the savage passion the avvar offers.

 

Entangled together beneath the bed sheets, Cullen looks adoringly up into the eyes of Skywatcher, asking what it was he was moaning during sex.

 

Skywatcher explains it is an old Avvar endearment which translates to a sort of confection they bake in stone ovens, made from goat lard, honey and cornstarch, and that it's fluffy golden texture reminded him of Cullen.  

"BLOOD MAGIC!" the knight commander shrieked, menacing her sword at the recalcitrant pickle jar which refused to open. No amount of screaming or threats seemed to make it even marginally more inclined to open. But she knew. The knight commander just knew it was practicing forbidden arts, she could see the cold of the glass beginning to bead sweat in the warm sunlight of her office. Clearly a sign of guilt.

 

"Maybe ask it again in a nicer way, but with more feeling" said a voice. Meredith looked around the empty room, but saw no one. This did not concern her over much, there were a lot of voices in her head these days.

 

When she turned back to her interrogation, the jar had seemingly opened itself.

 

Weighed down by the burden of command, the warden slumps alone by the fireplace, until she feels a rough warm hand grasp her own. 

 

"enchantment"

 

Eyes sparkling with tears of gratitude, the warden leans against the dwarf, the only person who truly understands her.

"I've met someone" blushed the tiny elf to the pirate queen.

 

Isabela slaps the tavern table with a guffaw and calls for a celebratory round. "what's he like? got a nice arse?"

 

"i'm not sure, it's a... bit of a long distance relationship" Merrill mumbles into her half finished ale. "We send messages back and forth, and he wants to meet! My keeper says i shouldn't date men i meet in strange mirrors but i'm sure it will be fine

 

 

Spoiler

 

Also this .gif is at risk of making me laugh even harder than your post, which is saying something about this .gif. Hahahah. Charlton.

[Cee]

I want Ellana to send Professor Solas a picture of some tea and see his reaction.*

 

*inspired by the green tea I just made.

[laurelinvanyar]

Professor Solas is my most shameless of kinks     Whenever I see Solas and Professor in the same sentence I get too excited for my own good.  I am a horribly mess and I blame it entirely on Mr. Weekes.

*high fives*

 

Me too...for reasons...@.@

[CapricornSun]

I'm out of likes, curses! It's lovely, Capricorn. :3 Looking forward to seeing the finished piece.

 

<snip>

 

Aww! Thank you!

 

 

Professor Solas is my most shameless of kinks     Whenever I see Solas and Professor in the same sentence I get too excited for my own good.  I am a horribly mess and I blame it entirely on Mr. Weekes.

 

Mine too... The most shameless of kinks... Oh Professor Solas, teach me your ways! x3

 

[Cee]

Hmm...

 

edit: You know, I actually like the idea of this one. Maybe a good challenge....eventually.

 

Michel does something for me, I admit.

[Siha]

"We ran out of money lacked motivation and thus put a minimum amount of effort into creating this, please don't question us. Please." 

 

I assume you couldn't think of the right word, so I fixed it for you.

 

They could be like German where you add onto the word which makes it a whole different word?

 

You mean like "bog" and "us" makes "bogus"? See, English is like that too.

 

 

In short, we really shouldn't try to understand Elven or make serious attempts at deducing linguistic rules and relationships. Well, unless we want to make god laugh. That's basically what it comes down to, it seems.

[Illyria]

Just want to make sure people have seen this - 

http://www.scattered.../DAPrompts.html

 

'Cassandra and Seggrit: ways to procrastinate'

[Illyria]

'Sister Petrice and Isolde Guerrin: on unsteady legs'

 

Spoiler

 

Petrice walked seductively towards Isolde, or as seductively as one wearing thick chantry robes and those little hats are able to walk.  She pulled the other woman into an embrace and began to gently kiss Isolde's bare shoulders and worked her way up Isolde's delicate neck with her mouth.

'Mmm, Isolde' she murmured into the Oralsian's ear, 'I really hate the Qunari.'

'TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN' the force of the word blasted Petrice back and knocked her to the ground. 'WHO ISSSSSSSSSSSSS DISSSSSSSSSSSS WOMAN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN?'

Petrice stood on her now unsteady legs, Beautiful she thought I could weaponise that against the Qunari.

 

[Addai]

So "vhenan" is "the place of our people", but yet means heart? What does this tell me, that the elves only live in each others hearts without a physical representation? Or that they never had a real home, a "home is where the heart is" sort of thing? Or that in an elven heart there's no place for anything but other elves?
All that is pretty ridiculous, so what does the origin of the word tell me about its creators?

I think it's appropriate that they're connected. We say "heart and soul." A person's heart and soul is their family, home, but you can still say "I gave you my heart" and mean it romantically.

[Heidirs]

I'm sorry..I don't remember which one of you is writing that Dorian and Fenris fic...but this pic is perfect for you..hehe

http://tamarandom.de...nting-528014335

 

LOL! The only time Fenris and Dorian would get along. 

[Heidirs]

 

• Varric: So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?
• Fenris: Dance, of course.
• Varric: Really?
• Fenris: I run from room to room, choreographing routines.
• Varric: You're actually joking. Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!
• Fenris: And you thought I was always serious.

[Heidirs]

k.d. lang is a Canadian singer and Patrick Weekes used her version of Hallelujah to inspire some of Solas' cadence. 

 

I'm sure this was posted before, but I just looked up her version of the song.

 

https://youtu.be/xPPH-rDQtVg

 

Definitely a powerful version.

[CapricornSun]

I'm sure this was posted before, but I just looked up her version of the song.

 

https://youtu.be/xPPH-rDQtVg

 

Definitely a powerful version.

 

I love her version of the song.

 

 

Also, art time!

 

More Message Sent fanart by deedylovescake. The other side of this exchange.

Spoiler

http://deedylovescak...nt-not-draw-the

 

 

With regards to the first romance scene with Solas. xD

Spoiler

http://renigada.tumb...done-before-but

 

 

What happens when you sleep for a couple of centuries? 

Spoiler

 

Nice shirt, Solas. :3

Spoiler

http://hauvatiaene.t...-a-professional

 

 

Solas sketches.

Spoiler

http://thesnowmage.t...chdump-sleeeeep

 

[legbamel]

'Cassandra and Seggrit: ways to procrastinate'

Now I'm imagining Seggrit following Cassandra around, making double entendres about ways he can serve the Inquisition, her trailing disgusted noises all across Sky hold and finally begging the Inquisitor to take her on the next mission.

[Cee]

Sister Petrice and Isolde Guerrin: on unsteady legs'

 

Spoiler

 

Petrice walked seductively towards Isolde, or as seductively as one wearing thick chantry robes and those little hats are able to walk.  She pulled the other woman into an embrace and began to gently kiss Isolde's bare shoulders and worked her way up Isolde's delicate neck with her mouth.

'Mmm, Isolde' she murmured into the Oralsian's ear, 'I really hate the Qunari.'

'TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN' the force of the word blasted Petrice back and knocked her to the ground. 'WHO ISSSSSSSSSSSSS DISSSSSSSSSSSS WOMAN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN?'

Petrice stood on her now unsteady legs, Beautiful she thought I could weaponise that against the Qunari.

 

 

 

This made me laugh pretty loud, even though I knew what was coming. I love this thread.