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[Illyria]

 
*falls off chair*

Yes.
 
That is too perfect why have I never thought of that before? Josie the swan princess and Isabela the swashbuckling rogue. Thing is, Isabela doesn't immediately start off as a rogue with a heart of gold, so it'd wouldn't just be a straightforward courtship either - which could be super interesting to see. Also, they're both both two of the most gorgeous characters in the series so...

 

I know!  It's just SO PERFECT.

 

Am I too late for the prompt generator?

 

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Ellana Lavellan, the Elf
A Fantasy Novel
by Writer Unknown

In a castle there lived a silver, curvaceous elf named Ellana Lavellan. Not a bald sleepy, derelict castle, filled with spells and a passionate smell, nor yet a tattered, peculiar, deprived castle with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was an elf-castle, and that means shelter.

One day, after a troubling visit from the wolf Solas Fen'Harel, Ellana leaves her castle and sets out in search of three wild weapons. A quest undertaken in the company of elves, dragons and violent wolves.

In the search for the wolf-guarded weapons, Ellana Lavellan surprises even herself with her intelligence and skill as a mage.

During her travels, Ellana rescues an orb, an heirloom belonging to Solas. But when Solas refuses to try kissing, their friendship is over.

However, Solas is wounded at the Battle of Adament and the two reconcile just before Ellana engages in some serious kissing.

Ellana accepts one of the three wild weapons and returns home to her castle a very wealthy elf.

[Cee]

I also tend to see a lot of mage DA cosplay, but a stabby rogue Tabris?

[Cee]

Had a DA dream.

 

Lavellan suffered extreme nightmares and kept on being tempted by demons in her dreams after the defeat of Coryphenis, and after Solas' disappearance.

Being the dreamwalker he is he tried to help her and somehow... she accidentally caused him to die within the Fade and he became a tranquil. The end.

 

My dreams suck.

 

 

Well, the feels corner is open if you wish to join us.

[Cee]

 

But when Solas refuses to try kissing, their friendship is over.

However, Solas is wounded at the Battle of Adament and the two reconcile just before Ellana engages in some serious kissing.

 

[Secret Rare]

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Zevran flirts relentlessly with anything which moves. It's a part of his charm.

 

[Tess]

[/spoiler]

I'm kissing my desktop right now

Just make sure to wipe it clean after that. You don't want stains on his freckles, do you?

[FernRain]

And here I am "wat"ing over all these bizarre teachers. I'm pretty sure if anyone laid an (abusive) hand on someone here they'd get instantly fired. Like what world is this!?

 

Fade time. I managed to hold back the floods of sleep until 6 a.m.

[Illyria]

For Shallow Waters:

 

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Two Virtuous Uncles Boating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Varric Tethras

Isabela Rivaini had always hated ancient Skyhold with its manky, mighty mountains. It was a place where she felt unstable.

She was a greedy, selfish, Siren's Call drinker with skinny arms and brunette hair. Her friends saw her as a dry, damaged desire demon. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a foolish blind person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Isabela walked over to the window and reflected on her ruined surroundings. The snow flurried like walking nugs.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Josephine Montilyet. Josephine was a lovable cinnamon roll with pretty arms and curvaceous hair.

Isabela gulped. She was not prepared for Josephine.

As Isabela stepped outside and Josephine came closer, she could see the rich glint in her eye.

Josephine gazed with the affection of 4332 delightful crispy chickens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

Isabela looked back, even more worried and still fingering the weathered boat. "Josephine, I don't hate you," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dirty, difficult dragonlings cooking at a very admirable war room meeting, which had Orlesian piano music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles boating to the beat.

Isabela regarded Josephine's pretty arms and curvaceous hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Isabela with a delighted grin.

Josephine looked sad, her emotions blushing like a quaint, queenlike quill.

Then Josephine came inside for a nice drink of Siren's Call.
THE END

 

Go home, Varric.  You are drunk.

[Kadan]

Had a DA dream.

 

Lavellan suffered extreme nightmares and kept on being tempted by demons in her dreams after the defeat of Coryphenis, and after Solas' disappearance.

Being the dreamwalker he is he tried to help her and somehow... she accidentally caused him to die within the Fade and he became a tranquil. The end.

 

My dreams suck.

Well, crap! We will find a way to reverse it!

 

I know!  It's just SO PERFECT.

 

Am I too late for the prompt generator?

 

Spoiler

Ellana Lavellan, the Elf
A Fantasy Novel
by Writer Unknown

In a castle there lived a silver, curvaceous elf named Ellana Lavellan. Not a bald sleepy, derelict castle, filled with spells and a passionate smell, nor yet a tattered, peculiar, deprived castle with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was an elf-castle, and that means shelter.

One day, after a troubling visit from the wolf Solas Fen'Harel, Ellana leaves her castle and sets out in search of three wild weapons. A quest undertaken in the company of elves, dragons and violent wolves.

In the search for the wolf-guarded weapons, Ellana Lavellan surprises even herself with her intelligence and skill as a mage.

During her travels, Ellana rescues an orb, an heirloom belonging to Solas. But when Solas refuses to try kissing, their friendship is over.

However, Solas is wounded at the Battle of Adament and the two reconcile just before Ellana engages in some serious kissing.

Ellana accepts one of the three wild weapons and returns home to her castle a very wealthy elf.

It's perfect!

 

For Shallow Waters:

 

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Two Virtuous Uncles Boating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Varric Tethras

Isabela Rivaini had always hated ancient Skyhold with its manky, mighty mountains. It was a place where she felt unstable.

She was a greedy, selfish, Siren's Call drinker with skinny arms and brunette hair. Her friends saw her as a dry, damaged desire demon. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a foolish blind person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Isabela walked over to the window and reflected on her ruined surroundings. The snow flurried like walking nugs.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Josephine Montilyet. Josephine was a lovable cinnamon roll with pretty arms and curvaceous hair.

Isabela gulped. She was not prepared for Josephine.

As Isabela stepped outside and Josephine came closer, she could see the rich glint in her eye.

Josephine gazed with the affection of 4332 delightful crispy chickens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

Isabela looked back, even more worried and still fingering the weathered boat. "Josephine, I don't hate you," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dirty, difficult dragonlings cooking at a very admirable war room meeting, which had Orlesian piano music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles boating to the beat.

Isabela regarded Josephine's pretty arms and curvaceous hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Isabela with a delighted grin.

Josephine looked sad, her emotions blushing like a quaint, queenlike quill.

Then Josephine came inside for a nice drink of Siren's Call.
THE END

 

Go home, Varric.  You are drunk.

Love it!

The generator is a ton of fun. Goofy, fun. Last night I laughed until my side hurt and tears were falling. My cat was quite annoyed with me since I was keeping him awake

[Cee]

For Shallow Waters:

 

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Two Virtuous Uncles Boating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Varric Tethras

Isabela Rivaini had always hated ancient Skyhold with its manky, mighty mountains. It was a place where she felt unstable.

She was a greedy, selfish, Siren's Call drinker with skinny arms and brunette hair. Her friends saw her as a dry, damaged desire demon. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a foolish blind person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Isabela walked over to the window and reflected on her ruined surroundings. The snow flurried like walking nugs.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Josephine Montilyet. Josephine was a lovable cinnamon roll with pretty arms and curvaceous hair.

Isabela gulped. She was not prepared for Josephine.

As Isabela stepped outside and Josephine came closer, she could see the rich glint in her eye.

Josephine gazed with the affection of 4332 delightful crispy chickens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

Isabela looked back, even more worried and still fingering the weathered boat. "Josephine, I don't hate you," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dirty, difficult dragonlings cooking at a very admirable war room meeting, which had Orlesian piano music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles boating to the beat.

Isabela regarded Josephine's pretty arms and curvaceous hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Isabela with a delighted grin.

Josephine looked sad, her emotions blushing like a quaint, queenlike quill.

Then Josephine came inside for a nice drink of Siren's Call.
THE END

 

Go home, Varric.  You are drunk.

 

 

 

omg, even from the title alone, I started laughing and it only got better. So very much better.

[Illyria]

 

omg, even from the title alone, I started laughing and it only got better. So very much better.

 

I just want to see Josie and Bela confronting Varric about this story.

[S.W.]

*dumps adorable art on everyone*

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source

 

For Shallow Waters:
 

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Two Virtuous Uncles Boating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Varric Tethras

Isabela Rivaini had always hated ancient Skyhold with its manky, mighty mountains. It was a place where she felt unstable.

She was a greedy, selfish, Siren's Call drinker with skinny arms and brunette hair. Her friends saw her as a dry, damaged desire demon. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a foolish blind person. That's the sort of woman he was.

Isabela walked over to the window and reflected on her ruined surroundings. The snow flurried like walking nugs.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Josephine Montilyet. Josephine was a lovable cinnamon roll with pretty arms and curvaceous hair.

Isabela gulped. She was not prepared for Josephine.

As Isabela stepped outside and Josephine came closer, she could see the rich glint in her eye.

Josephine gazed with the affection of 4332 delightful crispy chickens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

Isabela looked back, even more worried and still fingering the weathered boat. "Josephine, I don't hate you," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two dirty, difficult dragonlings cooking at a very admirable war room meeting, which had Orlesian piano music playing in the background and two virtuous uncles boating to the beat.

Isabela regarded Josephine's pretty arms and curvaceous hair. "I feel the same way!" revealed Isabela with a delighted grin.

Josephine looked sad, her emotions blushing like a quaint, queenlike quill.

Then Josephine came inside for a nice drink of Siren's Call.
THE END

 
Go home, Varric.  You are drunk.

 

'Josephine gazed with the affection of 4332 delightful crispy chickens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug." '

 

 

I am in awe.

[Illyria]

*dumps adorable art on everyone*

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source

 

 

'Josephine gazed with the affection of 4332 delightful crispy chickens. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug." '

 

 

I am in awe.

 

This generator is just the best.

[Ardent Blossom]

Yeah, it makes sense that Solas being an original member of the pantheon wouldn't work for the story.

I'm going back and forth on this, but the idea that Solas was not a member of the pantheon makes sense for at least two reasons.

1. When Spirit Cole says, “He didn’t want a body but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face,” he may have been implying that Solas was a "child" of Mythal--a spirit made flesh at her request then bound to her service.  

2. The wolf statues are everywhere, but the one in the Emerald Graves is labelled as a Knight's Guardian. Perhaps Solas was Mythal's guardian/a distinguished soldier in her army. Nevertheless, this again would place him as a servant to a god not as one himself. That might explain why he is depicted in the mosaics as a wolf rather than as an elf. They saw him as Mythal's pet gremlin. 

 

I have to mention though...Solas says those orbs belonged to members of the elvhen pantheon. If Solas has one, wouldn't that make him one of them? Ugh, so confusing.

[drosophila]

What are you all doing to the Swan Princess of Awesome?

 

Josephine     

[Illyria]

What are you all doing to the Swan Princess of Awesome?

 

Josephine     

 

I did nothing.  Varric is the one you want a word with.

[drosophila]

I did nothing.  Varric is the one you want a word with.

 

I'm never upgrading Bianca ever again. 

 

Edit: of course this had to be TOP. Special Solas fragrance, a little NSFW for his bare chest. http://sen-wolf-harel.tumblr.com/

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[Shari'El]

Oh Maker, this is a disaster (story generator)

 

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Eldanehn Lavellan was thinking about Dread Wolf Fen'Harel again. Dread Wolf was a ruthless sensei with blighty feet and moist ears.

 

Eldanehn walked over to the window and reflected on her alien surroundings. She had always hated gooey the Fade with its faffdorking, fluttering floating rock formations. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a ruthless figure of Dread Wolf Fen'Harel.

 

Eldanehn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sympathetic, ethereal, tea drinker with pointy feet and fadey ears. Her friends saw her as a brainy, brave brave. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a grieving Cole.

 

But not even a sympathetic person who had once jumped into a river and saved a grieving Cole, was prepared for what Dread Wolf had in store today.

 

The moon shone like rampaging wolves, making Eldanehn fadey. Eldanehn grabbed a glowy veilfire torch that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

 

As Eldanehn stepped outside and Dread Wolf came closer, she could see the fragile glint in his eye.

 

Dread Wolf gazed with the affection of 2735 tactless helpful hallas. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want ."

 

Eldanehn looked back, even more fadey and still fingering the glowy veilfire torch. "Dread Wolf, var lath vir suledin," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two nice, nutritious nugs fade walking at a very proud sundering of the Veil, which had Orlesian music playing in the background and two arrogant uncles gyrating to the beat.

 

Eldanehn studied Dread Wolf's blighty feet and moist ears. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Eldanehn in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Dread Wolf."

 

Dread Wolf looked lonely, his emotions raw like a shaky, snotacular staff.

 

Eldanehn could actually hear Dread Wolf's emotions shatter into 3796 pieces. Then the ruthless sensei hurried away into the distance.

 

Not even a cup of tea would calm Eldanehn's nerves tonight.

 

THE END

 

Edit:

I'm crying, I can't. My stomach hurts from laughing, HELP

Modifié par Shari'El, 30 octobre 2015 - 06:07 .

[Illyria]

I'm never upgrading Bianca ever again. 

 

Are you saying you don't ship Bela/Josie?

 

Yvette Montilyet Greatly Disapproves.

[Illyria]

Oh Maker, this is a disaster (story generator)

 

Spoiler

Eldanehn Lavellan was thinking about Dread Wolf Fen'Harel again. Dread Wolf was a ruthless sensei with blighty feet and moist ears.

 

Eldanehn walked over to the window and reflected on her alien surroundings. She had always hated gooey the Fade with its faffdorking, fluttering floating rock formations. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a ruthless figure of Dread Wolf Fen'Harel.

 

Eldanehn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a sympathetic, ethereal, tea drinker with pointy feet and fadey ears. Her friends saw her as a brainy, brave brave. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved a grieving Cole.

 

But not even a sympathetic person who had once jumped into a river and saved a grieving Cole, was prepared for what Dread Wolf had in store today.

 

The moon shone like rampaging wolves, making Eldanehn fadey. Eldanehn grabbed a glowy veilfire torch that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

 

As Eldanehn stepped outside and Dread Wolf came closer, she could see the fragile glint in his eye.

 

Dread Wolf gazed with the affection of 2735 tactless helpful hallas. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want ."

 

Eldanehn looked back, even more fadey and still fingering the glowy veilfire torch. "Dread Wolf, var lath vir suledin," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two nice, nutritious nugs fade walking at a very proud sundering of the Veil, which had Orlesian music playing in the background and two arrogant uncles gyrating to the beat.

 

Eldanehn studied Dread Wolf's blighty feet and moist ears. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Eldanehn in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Dread Wolf."

 

Dread Wolf looked lonely, his emotions raw like a shaky, snotacular staff.

 

Eldanehn could actually hear Dread Wolf's emotions shatter into 3796 pieces. Then the ruthless sensei hurried away into the distance.

 

Not even a cup of tea would calm Eldanehn's nerves tonight.

 

THE END

 

WHO ARE THESE UNCLES AND WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN THE STORIES?

[Cee]

What are you all doing to the Swan Princess of Awesome?

 

Josephine     

 

Crispy chickens may be very, very affectionate.

[drosophila]

Are you saying you don't ship Bela/Josie?

 

Yvette Montilyet Greatly Disapproves.

 

Josie is special  The only person I could ever ship her with is my noble Trevelyan knight. She deserves nothing short of a knight in shining armor in my eyes. 

 

But apart from the Swan Princess, I'd ship Isabela with anybody. She's just too much fun to imagine with anyone, especially some of the big shots   Isabela and Cory? Isabela and Solas? Isabela and Dirthamen? I'd love to see those pairings

[Illyria]

Josie is special  The only person I could ever ship her with is my noble Trevelyan knight. She deserves nothing short of a knight in shining armor in my eyes. 

 

But apart from the Swan Princess, I'd ship Isabela with anybody. She's just too much fun to imagine with anyone, especially some of the big shots   Isabela and Cory? Isabela and Solas? Isabela and Dirthamen? I'd love to see those pairings

 

Yvette ships it!

 

Yvette feels that her sister being swept off her feel by a dashing pirate is ALMOST as good as being swept off her feet by a dashing pirate herself.

 

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http://deedylovescak...ith-extra-icing

[Cee]

 

Dread Wolf looked lonely, his emotions raw like a shaky, snotacular staff.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Illyria]

Did one of you just sent an anon to the tumblr Women of Thedas requesting Josie/Bela?