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[ChuChu]

OK, I officially dub Nirwen Lavellan Slayer of Goats.

 

What unique title would you give your Lavellans?

Rabbit. Because she jumps a lot. But I don't think it'd fly very well :s

[Sable Rhapsody]

Hahaha, nooo. I would like to think of goats without giggling again.

 

Too late!  Movran the Under approves +100 of the Slayer of Goats 

 

It's ok, Clariel can be the Zombie Puncher for her...unique way of dealing with romantic feelz  She's an archer, so it's not quite accurate, but Zombie Puncher sounds a lot funnier in my head.  And I suppose there's always Varric's nicknames.  In my headcanon, he calls her Ginger.

[Homeboundcrib]

All no I did something really bad i made a very aggressive playthrough with a female Qunari. I have been mean to everyone even our man Solas, I punched him, his poor beautiful face. I can feel all the eyes I can't believe I did it. I feel so bad I'm such a dog. I have never done that, I have never been mean to anyone except Viv lol. I'm
Starting another lavellan to romance him it's so painful but it will be a fitting punishment for the crime.

[Uirebhiril]

 

I'm lazy.  I just crib names from other settings that sound close enough that they don't violate my immersion.  Tolkien's a good one for that.

 

Also, something something gradschool Solas.  In which Dorian keeps trying to scene-steal

 

Spoiler

Solas and Dorian moved camp to the armchairs by the fire after the barista lit it for all her frozen patrons.  The rain showed no sign of letting up, and lightning occasionally flashed across the windows.  Briefly, he thought of Vivienne, entertaining some fancy speaker from Jader in this downpour.  Hopefully they weren't outside.  Or maybe they were; it might teach her some humility.

 

Solas had Dorian's second draft in one hand, and a red pen in the other.  "You need to ease off the tea," he said.  "First Enchanter Josephus was known for his mastery of ice wards, not mice."

 

A small smile cracked Dorian's strained expression.  "I should leave that one in.  Give Professor Ameridan a good laugh."

 

"I would have penalized you for it."

 

"You have a stick up your ass."

 

Solas was about to retort when the mystery barista came back around to the fire with a tray laden with drinks.  "Earl Grey tea for Mr. Roderick--" the grumpy-looking man by the window didn't even look up at her "--pumpkin spice latte with extra nutmeg for Amund--"

 

"Ta, little elf!"

 

"Chai tea for Dorian, decaf coffee for Solas."  She smiled at the two of them as she handed over their drinks.  "You two are very predictable."

 

"Graduate students are creatures of habit," said Dorian brightly.  "Horrible, grueling habit."

 

She chuckled and glanced at Solas, who felt his throat tighten as he smiled back.  He could still feel her fingers brushing the raindrops from his cheek.  Dorian's grin didn't help with the nerves that were finally starting to sneak up on him.  What had he been thinking?  Was he really about to share a bottle of fancy wine with a girl whose name he didn't even know?

 

"You're...almost endearing," said Dorian around his stack of books.  "A bit pathetic, but I think I prefer lovestruck to stick-up-the-ass."

 

Solas did his best to ignore his housemate.  The clock over the fireplace read 5:45--fifteen minutes until she was off the clock, though if the rain kept up, it might not even matter.  He didn't own a car, and running back to the house in this icy deluge was not appealing.  

 

He forced his brain back to the task at hand--picking apart Dorian's draft.  It wasn't bad, though he wasn't about to tell Dorian that to his face.  The more Chantry-sympathetic members of the committee would go to town on all the Tevene sources, but Dorian was in the right for once.  If they weren't going to listen to all the facts, they didn't deserve to call themselves academics.  He scribbled in a few suggestions, fixed Dorian's spelling, and handed the draft back to him.

 

Dorian frowned at all the red marks.  "I will never get used to southern spelling."

 

"Or the food, or the weather."  They shared a wry grin.  Solas couldn't help but glance at the clock again: 6:05, and if anything, it was getting even darker and windier outside.  

 

"Are you ready to go?"

 

The barista was back, bundled up in a long black raincoat with an umbrella clutched in one hand.  The top of the bottle of port stuck out of the bag under her arm.  Solas hastily drained his half-finished cup of coffee; she saw, but had the good grace not to comment.

 

Dorian, however, was rarely so generous.  "Leaving me to fend for myself?"

 

"When I first arrived, you accused me of taking up precious book space.  You'll manage."  He glanced at the barista, who was doing her best to hide a smile.  He followed her to the back door of the coffee shop, where she suddenly stopped with her hand on the doorknob.

 

"Your place or mine?" she asked.

 

"I--sorry?"

 

"Um...which one of us lives closer?  So we don't get soaked?"

 

Solas felt himself starting to blush.  "I live three blocks from here, and neither of my housemates are in."  

 

"Oh?  Is that a selling point?" she teased.  

 

He could have hit himself.  He was a grown adult, and a few words from some random girl had him speechless.  But she wasn't a random girl; that was half the trouble.  When the silence stretched out long enough to be uncomfortable, she opened the door and gestured for him to step under the umbrella with her.

 

If this were one of Varric's terrible romance novels, he'd have a seductive line ready to go.  He'd wrap his arm around her waist, maybe whisper sweet nothings into her ear as warm summer rain fell all around them.  She'd lean her head against his shoulder and sigh something like, "Oh, Solas!  Your eyes are like the sky before dawn!"

 

Varric, he decided, could go fuck himself.  

 

But he did accept the shared shelter of the umbrella as they walked out into the driving rain.  It was either that, or spend their second date (did this even count as a date?) looking like a drowned cat.

 

 

  Mice wards!

 

I have a cat who would be excellent at that one.

[Sable Rhapsody]

All no I did something really bad i made a very aggressive playthrough with a female Qunari. I have been mean to everyone even our man Solas, I punched him, his poor beautiful face. I can feel all the eyes I can't believe I did it. I feel so bad I'm such a dog. I have never done that, I have never been mean to anyone except Viv lol. I'm
Starting another lavellan to romance him it's so painful but it will be a fitting punishment for the crime.

 

You're made of sterner stuff than I am.  I can't bring myself to be mean to anyone in most of BioWare's games.  Except in DA2, but a lot of them actually benefitted from a swift boot in the behind 

[Kadan]

Chapter 11 is finally public. Both links are the same story I've not yet written anything that could be classified as smut yet Thanks Sable for editing. Hopefully next time I will remember the mistakes I made.

 

Acceptance FF.net 

 

Acceptance AO3

[Homeboundcrib]

You're made of sterner stuff than I am. I can't bring myself to be mean to anyone in most of BioWare's games. Except in DA2, but a lot of them actually benefitted from a swift boot in the behind

Im the same, Im not usually mean at all in any game that allows it but I thought I would try. And now i feel like giant poo and a major asswipe I'm no longer playing that playthrough. I made another lavellan time to fix the mistake, no punching only smooching for our man I don't think I was mean to anyone in DA:2 not even Andres, even after what he did I let him live, he needed a big boot though Sometimes though I wanted to kick morigan I get some serious vibes off her lol.

[Cee]

As someone not used to writing anything remotely smutty...is it always this distracting?

 

I think I am almost done, with the exception of more tweaking and editing. And at 750 words, the actual plot may get pushed to the next one.

[Sable Rhapsody]

As someone not used to writing anything remotely smutty...is it always this distracting?

 

I think I am almost done, with the exception of more tweaking and editing. And at 750 words, the actual plot may get pushed to the next one.

 

Definitely

 

It's distracting to the point of NOT being sexy, for me at least.  Because I'm too busy making absolutely sure that everything makes sense.  Both physically and emotionally.  Unless it's kmeme, but standards there are much lower.

[drosophila]

In my headcanon, he calls her Ginger.

 

That's Varric's nickname for my Lavellan too! It's a total coincidence, I swear

 

Everyone thinks he calls her this way, because she's literally ginger, but it's actually because of her love for ginger beer. 

[Sable Rhapsody]

That's Varric's nickname for my Lavellan too! It's a total coincidence, I swear

 

Everyone thinks he calls her this way, because she's literally ginger, but it's actually because of her love for ginger beer. 

 

My Lavellan is actually not a ginger  She's got light brown hair.  He calls her Ginger for the flower of the ginger plant:

 

I wanted to continue the trend of elf flower nicknames from Varric.

[Raeona]

Dangit, I thought I'd doubled posted, turns out I hadn't even single posted

 

 

OK, I officially dub Nirwen Lavellan Slayer of Goats.

 

What unique title would you give your Lavellans?

 

Deborah Lavellan would insist on being called Lavellan of the Ever So Fluffly Fennec Coat. They look so soft! She'd never had anything so nice before that she kind of went overboard.

During the hunt for Cory everyone called her Lavellan the One Handed. Post Trespasser... she doesn't like to talk about it. 

[Cee]

Definitely

 

It's distracting to the point of NOT being sexy, for me at least.  Because I'm too busy making absolutely sure that everything makes sense.  Both physically and emotionally.  Unless it's kmeme, but standards there are much lower.

 

I've been doing all of that, which has made it a challenge and made me feel stuck but just when I decided to skip the rest of the scene, it kind of all happened.   But I think caring to get it all to where it felt like it fits and having it flow again also led to it also being kind of distracting in the sexy way too.

 

It was...a challenge, at least. Sometimes your characters can have minds of their own and want to do things you weren't planning right then.

[Sable Rhapsody]

It was...a challenge, at least. Sometimes your characters can have minds of their own.

 

Oh definitely.  When Trespasser dropped and we were told about the time gap, Clariel basically went, "I'm not spending two years as a nun" and gallivanted off to the Frostback Basin 

 

And I was like, "I'm still having Solas feels over Trespasser, but you wanna bang an Avvar dude in the interim.  OK?"

[drosophila]

Oh definitely.  When Trespasser dropped and we were told about the time gap, Clariel basically went, "I'm not spending two years as a nun" and gallivanted off to the Frostback Basin 

 

And I was like, "I'm still having Solas feels over Trespasser, but you wanna bang an Avvar dude in the interim.  OK?"

 

Fo NaNo, Sophia decided she would take a much younger man under her wing, and under Solas' nose. For guidance and mentorship. 

[Cee]

Fo NaNo, Sophia decided she would take a much younger man under her wing, and under Solas' nose. For guidance and mentorship. 

 

I guess she already went much older, so why not?

[Shari'El]

Sure.

 

More poetry:

 

Spoiler

Her lips were lovely and red.
Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed.
Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came.
And from that moment my life was never the same.
Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile.
I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!
A rose which bloom’d to fullness in the confines of a tower.
A mage before whom ev’ryone stands in awe.
A righteous hero with staff and sword.
My one love who will save the world!

We first met at Ostagar – the site of a battle bloody
I newly a warden taking recuits into forests muddy.
Her hair was bright and flamed like fire
Her eyes green like a weed in the mire.
Her spells were mighty and tore through the ‘spwan.
But her spirit gentle like a fawn.
But also strong like a powerful bear
Her spirit strong and her features fair
I did not know then that I would fall in love.
With her – my warden heart – both hawk and dove.

Alas her fellow recuits did die
Although only one the Joining did try.
The other died by our mentor’s sword.
But a Warden he died, although a coward.
But she did the Joining drink and live
Which is good because I would be sad if she did
Die although I did not love her at that time
And would not have given her a proposal lime.
But looking back on the memory it would be sad
For her life I am very glad.

 

It's actually hard to write this badly.

 

My favorite part is possibly

"Which is good because I would be sad if she did

Die although I did not love her at that time"

 

   

This is excellent, it's so professionally bad!

 

Top Solas:

 

[drosophila]

I guess she already went much older, so why not?

 

You understand her so well. It makes me so happy.

[Cee]

You understand her so well. It makes me so happy.

 

She still needs to be hugged.

[drosophila]

She still needs to be hugged.

 

Five chapters remaining! And thanks to you I've HCed the living hell out of that hug. 

[Shari'El]

K, you fancy lore folks.

 

I like the words

 

Nehn-joy

Adahl-tree

 

Would that make 'happy tree' something like Ne'adahl?

 

I don't know if you found a name you like but I find it's nice to construct complex names, my canon is Eldanehn

"el" - "our"

"da" - "small"

"nehn" - "joy"

And I canon she's a single child and her parents had issues conceiving her.

 

Think about what her parents may call her, it could also be something random, like "I spot with my little eye something that begins with 'T'" "it's a tree, like in last 57 times, we're in a freakin' forest!". I think it's fun thinking about how the character name was chosen.

My real name for example was chosen at random, my big sister (at the time 10 years old) opened a botanical book and pointed at word she found suiting   My name translates to "blossom".

 

Lastly, since Elven doesn't have really clear rules you could do a lot of things, I think you could even conjugate two words and eliminate double letters - "shiral" (journey) and "len" (child) could become Shiralen.

[Sable Rhapsody]

Lastly, since Elven doesn't have really clear rules you could do a lot of things, I think you could even conjugate two words and eliminate double letters - "shiral" (journey) and "len" (child) could become Shiralen.

You can also add syllables to help a name sound better. Case in point: Telana. Her full name is Telanadas, which means "nothing is inevitable." The root words are "tel" and "nadas."

[Cee]

I'm still working on a name for Nirwen's father, but I use root words for names or pick things that just sound okay for side characters.

 

But for her mother, I chose Etharla, combining eth- "safe" and arla - "home"

[Cee]

Think about what her parents may call her, it could also be something random, like "I spot with my little eye something that begins with 'T'" "it's a tree, like in last 57 times, we're in a freakin' forest!". I think it's fun thinking about how the character name was chosen.

My real name for example was chosen at random, my big sister (at the time 10 years old) opened a botanical book and pointed at word she found suiting   My name translates to "blossom".

 

My boyfriend's name is Hebrew and means some sort of tree. Maybe his mother took your sister's book.

[Raeona]

I'm still working on a name for Nirwen's father, but I use root words for names or pick things that just sound okay for unimportand side characters.

 

But for her mother, I chose Etharla, combining eth- "safe" and arla - "home"

 

You decided on Nirwen's as your Lavellan's name? I think Tolkien had a character with that name, one of the children of hurin.