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[Illyria]

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

 

Thanks. ^^ I also got 'Krem/Cass: Masked Ball' which I'm going to write as a more serious piece.  Those two would work as a couple, I think.

[NightSymphony]

Only one art to post this morning..but it's PUPPIES!!!

http://sumenya.devia...ppies-528079850

[Illyria]

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

 

 

I love you.

[BoscoBread]

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

 

I need you to just do this forever.  And ever.  I will lock you in a room if need be. 

[Cee]

Thanks. ^^ I also got 'Krem/Cass: Masked Ball' which I'm going to write as a more serious piece.  Those two would work as a couple, I think.

 

I kind of like that pairing, though it wouldn't have occurred to me otherwise.

 

I plan to take the Michel/ Bonny Sims "other side of the story" thing and do something with it sometime. I mean, those two both know what a secret is like.

[Elira]

'Lace Harding & Bryce Cousland, down the rabbit hole.'

 

I might...actually seriously write this. For kicks.

 

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

 

 

This is the most wondrous, beautiful, extraordinary thing ever.

[Uirebhiril]

'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.

 

 

I hadn't even had my coffee when I started reading this. It's glorious. Delicious even. Especially  when one is not awake enough to comprehend the full horror. Bravo!

[Illyria]

I hadn't even had my coffee when I started reading this. It's glorious. Delicious even. Especially  when one is not awake enough to comprehend the full horror. Bravo!

 

I actually wrote this before I'd had my first cup of tea this morning.  I think it was a protection agains the full horror of Petrice/Isolde.

[Elira]

Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure that would logically work. How old would Harding have been at the time Bryce Cousland was still alive? This is why I need coffee before I do these things, not after.

[BoscoBread]

Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure that would logically work. How old would Harding have been at the time Bryce Cousland was still alive? This is why I need coffee before I do these things, not after.

She would have been a little girl.  Thrown together, semi-father/daughter relationship as they get thrown into wacky/dark adventures in Wonderland.  You can come up with all sorts of ridiculous things that happen and how both of them grow. He is a lord after all and quite a powerful one. He likely would have gone to Redcliffe(Harding lived in the Hinterlands). 

[Elira]

She would have been a little girl.  Thrown together, semi-father/daughter relationship as they get thrown into wacky/dark adventures in Wonderland.  You can come up with all sorts of ridiculous things that happen and how both of them grow. He is a lord after all and quite a powerful one. He likely would have gone to Redcliffe(Harding lived in the Hinterlands). 

 

I like you and your genius. 

 

I was just thinking, actually, that I could do them as a more father and daughter dynamic. Although I was thinking of using the, 'down the rabbit hole' in a more metaphorical sense. But I like this idea much better. I should come to you people more often. Now I just have to write it.

[Illyria]

'Seggrit/m!Mahariel - news from a foreign country'

 

Spoiler

The letter wasn't addressed to Seggrit.  In fact, he didn't even recognise the name on the envelope,

So many new people around here he thought.

He knew he should take the letter straight to the mistress of birds, but he was bored and the letter he had found on the ground by the stables seemed like it could be an amusing distraction.  He took a quick look around the stables for any sign of Barn Troll and, seeing he was safe, settled down on a pile of hay to read his prize.

He hadn't been reading long before the letter was snatched from his hands.  Seggrit looked up at the thief of his stolen letter: black hair, amber eyes and a terrifying expression.

 

When Barn Troll returned from whatever it was he was doing he found a confused frog in his stable-home.  He kept it safe and released it into a lake on the next trip to the Hinterlands.

[legbamel]

Actually, it's pretty reasonable that the Couslands would have paid social visits to the Guerrins and vice versa. It would take a little setup but it's a believable enoughpossibilty. Well, that they might cross paths along the way, at any rate.

[Cee]

What is it about this certain combination of ginger, freckles, and these kind of eyes? I mean, I could look at Solas' face all day and then I realized

 

Spoiler

 

[Illyria]

'The Warden and Arl Eamon: I'm not sorry.'

 

Spoiler

The punch was unexpected and surprisingly strong coming from the petite elven mage.

 

'That was for making Alistair be grateful for the 'privilege' of living in a stable then sending him to the Templers when he got to be inconvenient.  And this' she punched him again, a punch that sent him flying like he was tabloid reporter and she was a SPECTER, 'is for sending Jowan back to the Circle.  Surana out.'

 

As she made her dramatic exit she was aware of Isolde running to her stunned husband's side,

'TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN' she wept, 'WHO ISSSSSSSSSSSSSS DISSSSSSSS WOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN?

[Cee]

'The Warden and Arl Eamon: I'm not sorry.'

 

Spoiler

The punch was unexpected and surprisingly strong coming from the petite elven mage.

 

'That was for making Alistair be grateful for the 'privilege' of living in a stable then sending him to the Templers when he got to be inconvenient.  And this' she punched him again, a punch that sent him flying like he was tabloid reporter and she was a SPECTER, 'is for sending Jowan back to the Circle.  Surana out.'

 

As she made her dramatic exit she was aware of Isolde running to her stunned husband's side,

'TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN' she wept, 'WHO ISSSSSSSSSSSSSS DISSSSSSSS WOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN?

 

 

I'm glad I finished my drink first.

[Meer]

I like you and your genius. 

 

Kissiebear is literally a muse, but you must pay her for her skill in tears. She will help you parse out a story better than anyone else, but by the end it will be sprinkled with tears. Your tears. The world's tears. Her powers in evoking emotion are not to be reckoned with.

[Leiou]

Okay, guys. Share your solevallan jams with me. I'm creating a music playlist on youtube.

 

Haven't completely caught up with the thread yet (you guys move fast!), but if you're still taking suggestions this is one of my all time favorite songs and I think it fits Solavellan's tragic romance quite well.

 

[CapricornSun]

'The Warden and Arl Eamon: I'm not sorry.'

 

Spoiler

The punch was unexpected and surprisingly strong coming from the petite elven mage.

 

'That was for making Alistair be grateful for the 'privilege' of living in a stable then sending him to the Templers when he got to be inconvenient.  And this' she punched him again, a punch that sent him flying like he was tabloid reporter and she was a SPECTER, 'is for sending Jowan back to the Circle.  Surana out.'

 

As she made her dramatic exit she was aware of Isolde running to her stunned husband's side,

'TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN' she wept, 'WHO ISSSSSSSSSSSSSS DISSSSSSSS WOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAN?

 

 

That was brilliant.

 

EDIT: Top Solas.

 

SOURCE

 

[BoscoBread]

Kissiebear is literally a muse, but you must pay her for her skill in tears. She will help you parse out a story better than anyone else, but by the end it will be sprinkled with tears. Your tears. The world's tears. Her powers in evoking emotion are not to be reckoned with.

You are too much, dearest falon!  You weave the world together so beautifully though.  If I wrote it would be like 'Evelyn and Samson met. They had sex. It was hot. Then they were parted for 10 years. They got backtogther. HELLA EMO.  Then sex. The end'.

 

Here's a gif. (Also bonus ponts to the guy kissing??? a gerbil in the background

 

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[Illyria]

You are too much, dearest falon!  You weave the world together so beautifully though.  If I wrote it would be like 'Evelyn and Samson met. They had sex. It was hot. Then they were parted for 10 years. They got backtogther. HELLA EMO.  Then sex. The end'.

 

Here's a gif. (Also bonus ponts to the guy kissing??? a gerbil in the background

 

Spoiler

 

That's Honey-sempai.  I'm pretty sure that's a cookie he's eating.

[BoscoBread]

That's Honey-sempai.  I'm pretty sure that's a cookie he's eating.

Well yea...now i see it but the whole thing was moving. POORLY ANIMATED.

[Illyria]

Garrett Hawke/Isode: Forbidden Fruit

 

Spoiler

The party was dull and no-one seemed inclined to serve food any time soon.  And his hostess was not doing anything except proclaim loudly that she was unaware of the idenity of the lady present.

Thre was a fruitbowl.  Fresh apples.  Fresh, ripe apples.  Fresh, ripe tasty apples.  Fresh, ripe, tasty apples within reach.  Garrett looked around - no-one was watching him - and grabbed one of the apples from the bowl.

 

Suddenly, he became aware of thoughts that weren't his own:

 

Isabela Friendship +5

Aveline Rivialry +15

Sebastian Rivarly +5

Carver Rivarly +50000000000000

Varric: Forever Friendship, Bro.  High-fives +10

[Elira]

Kissiebear is literally a muse, but you must pay her for her skill in tears. She will help you parse out a story better than anyone else, but by the end it will be sprinkled with tears. Your tears. The world's tears. Her powers in evoking emotion are not to be reckoned with.

 

That's a price I'm willing to pay.

[Meer]

You are too much, dearest falon!  You weave the world together so beautifully though.  If I wrote it would be like 'Evelyn and Samson met. They had sex. It was hot. Then they were parted for 10 years. They got back together. HELLA EMO.  Then sex. The end'.

 

Your words are too kind! I would still read that. That is a beautiful love story. Needs more smut though. Only twice?