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[Cee]

I can't even see, I have too many laugh tears

 

 

edit:

 

 

"Solas, you're really shady," she replied.

[Sable Rhapsody]

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, klutzy kittens licking at a very heroic wedding, which had harp music playing in the background and two villianous uncles sneezing to the beat.

 

This should be our new description of the Solavellan hellspiral.

[Cee]

Oh my god, again.

 

This Love is Distracted But It's Gray In The Style Of Taylor Swift
by Nirwen

We were both rebellious when I first saw you.
You give me a hug and the flashback starts:
The Crossroads is where I'm standing in the millennia air.

What are you doing with that new lover?
Who wears that ancient sweater,
When I wear a loving wolf jaw necklace,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for is my freckled ears.

So this is me playing,
Standing in front of you saying, "Kiss me!"
And I go back to millennia all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but hiding sadly,
Wishing I'd realised You're really.
I'd go back to millennia, turn around and do some lying.
I go back to millennia quite often.

Vhenan, let's do some falling,
This love is distracted but it's gray.
It's a love story, Vhenan,
Just be my tall nug.

We are never ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
We are never ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
You go talk to your sister, talk to my mother, talk to me,
But we are never ever ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
Just dying cheerfully forever.

kiss me Vhenan, kiss me.

[Cee]

Also, I think that got cut off because "you're really" was "you're really, really old" when I put it in the box.

[drosophila]

 

But we are never ever ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
Just dying cheerfully forever.

kiss me Vhenan, kiss me.

 

Feels corner, it feels like I never left you. 

[Kadan]

Maker, I am crying with laughter. I did one.

 

Spoiler

 

Two Caring Uncles Dreaming to the Beat A Short Story
by C. C. Sharp-Dagger

Nirwen Lavellan looked at the destructive Well of Sorrows in her hands and felt grumpy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her green surroundings. She had always loved antsy Thedas with its thundering, thoughtful The Veil. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel grumpy.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a blinded leader with soft arm and bald neck.

Nirwen gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lonely, conflicted, tea drinker with brown arm and plump neck. Her friends saw her as a hushed, helpless hero. Once, she had even saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain.

 

But not even a lonely person who had once saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The cloudy teased like playing nugs, making Nirwen awkward.

 

As Nirwen stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the difficult smile on his face.

 

Solas gazed with the affection of 2181 loving scrawny spiders. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be stopped."

 

Nirwen looked back, even more awkward and still fingering the destructive Well of Sorrows. "Solas, you must leave the past behind," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with awestruck feelings, like two misty, mangled Mabari drinking at a very remorseful the end of the world, which had polka music playing in the background and two caring uncles dreaming to the beat.

 

Nirwen regarded Solas's soft arm and bald neck. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nirwen with a delighted grin.

 

Solas looked rebellious, his emotions blushing like a delightful, depressed dagger.

 

Then Solas came inside for a nice cup of tea.

 

THE END

 

 

Okay, my turn.

 

Hair Date

 

Spoiler

 

Art pushed his mother's hand away from his hair as she tried to arrange it. He couldn't have a single thing go wrong in this Fade date, especially since this would be the first time Lyria would see him with an elf body.

 

"Are you sure you want this hair? With the features you chose it would look much better as-" Wisdom tried to advise her son, but Art wouldn't hear it.

 

"No! Big Bo said Lyria likes this kind of hair."

 

And hair it was indeed. A dark, thick mess that went down in between his shoulders. He liked it, but the only problem was that every time he thought about Lyria another inch or two would grow on. Art also couldn't see what the problem was, he thought it went fine with his features. The instructions from Solas on constructing an elf body in the Fade were good, but a bit modern and too specific for his own taste. Art had taken the liberty to make small tweaks and made himself look more like an ancient elf like his father. And most ancient elves looked like his father so surely it was general enough to look good.

 

"Alright, sweety. Why don't you let me braid it for you?"

 

"I said no, Mom!"

 

"You're right, maybe let her braid it instead. Well, have fun, I won't be far in case the Fade does anything weird." Wisdom planted a motherly kiss on her son's cheek before turning into her wispy form and fading out.

 

Art look around the setting he had chosen. An open field giving the view of as much sky as possible. He thought maybe if they got bored he could show her how to paint clouds or something in the Fade, but the longer he sat waiting for her the dumber the idea started to sound. Just as he was about to see if he could reach his mother so they could make something else, Lyria came into view and was walking towards him with her father, Solas.

 

"Now, the two of you are gong to be okay here? The Fade can be dangerous if not-"

 

"Dad! We have been over this seriously, over a thousand times. I get it, the Fade can kill me if you try to do anything to crazy and demons are everywhere. I get it. Besides, Art will be with me and he's a spirit, so he can handle things here better, right?" Lyria said with annoyance, hands on her hip.

 

Solas looked at Art and scowled. "Why did you chose to look so much like your father? I thought I gave precise instructions on how to look. With the exception of the hair."

 

"I-um-just wanted to look more like an ancient elf."

 

"But you look like your father." Solas repeated the observation.

 

"You all look like my father." Art replied. He had done enough paintings of ancient Elvhenan to know all the small details that gave difference between ancient and modern elves.

 

Solas, paused and his eyes went wide as he said, "That is profound."

 

"Wait, what? I didn't mean-"

 

Solas interrupted Art and said,"You are truly the son of Wisdom. I will have to go think about that. Lyria, have fun." And with that Solas walked away.

 

Once he was out of view, Lyria turned to art and said, "Holy Slow Arrow, I thought he would never stop. So, what did you want to do? Cool hair by the way."

 

"You like it? You're serious?"

 

"Yeah, it's all wild and stuff, but you look like an ancient elf. Totally clashes, I love it."

 

Art look up at the sky, but decided to go with his mother's suggestion instead. "You want to braid it?"

 

Lyria smiled and agreed so the two sat down with she began put in braids. They talked about her plans for the next Gremlin Rock concert and Art said he could come up with new t-shirt designs for it. Then Lyria stopped braiding, so Art asked, "What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing, just your hair keeps growing and I can't keep up with it. Are you doing that on purpose?"

 

"I-no- I can't umm- I can't do anything. About that."

 

From behind a nearby tree, Wisdom and Solas watched their children. Wisdom let out a dreamy sigh and turned to her long time friend. "Isn't it wonderful? Watching them fall in love."

 

"He could have chosen a better face. He looks too much like June."

 

"I think it's sweet he wants to look like an ancient elf. Art does love to draw out Elvhenan. He would never admit it though,something I found in his hidden sketchbook."

 

"But why did he have to- what did you see in him? Seriously? I have been wanting to ask you this for over 2000 years. You and June. It does not make sense."

 

Wisdom smiled at Solas and answered, "That is what's so wonderful about love. For some it can make them feel everything and understand the world better, and yet to others make no sense at all. Kind of like art."

 

"I hate how right you are sometimes."

 

"I know." Wisdom turned her gaze back to Art and Lyria. They watched for a few moments more and then she asked,"Why don't you all come over and have dinner with us sometime?"

 

 

Nothing to crazy cause I'm running around the house today. But, Drosophila, you turn!

 

Hopefully this kind of stuff keeps me from diving to far into feelsville today.

 

 

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

 

Edit:

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

 

 

That generator is hilarious. Well, I chose the same set-up, but mine came out a bit differently. Here it is: Deserted Flapping Boot Tavern

Spoiler

Deserted Flapping Boot Tavern A Short Story
by Truly Scrumptious

Solas The Dread Wolf was thinking about Marmaduke Lavellan again. Marmaduke was a feisty minx with lithe fingers and delicate lips.

Solas walked over to the window and reflected on his dilapidated surroundings. He had always loved deserted Flapping Boot Tavern with its silent, shaggy shattered windows. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel frustrated.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a feisty figure of Marmaduke Lavellan.

Solas gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a prudent, compassionate, fruity punch drinker with freckled fingers and pink lips. His friends saw him as a bulbous, blue-eyed bore. Once, he had even saved an anxious goldfish that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a prudent person who had once saved an anxious goldfish that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Marmaduke had in store today.

The rain hammered like singing moths, making Solas pleased. Solas grabbed a rough staff that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Solas stepped outside and Marmaduke came closer, he could see the icy smile on her face.

Marmaduke gazed with the affection of 5447 ridiculous obnoxious owls. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want an engagement ring."

Solas looked back, even more pleased and still fingering the rough staff. "Marmaduke, I'm sorry I never returned your high keeper robes," he replied.

They looked at each other with livid feelings, like two drab, dead dogs sulking at a very bold Autumn Solstice, which had lute music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles day dreaming to the beat.

Solas regarded Marmaduke's lithe fingers and delicate lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Solas with a delighted grin.

Marmaduke looked surprised, her emotions blushing like a freezing, fresh figurine of Maferath the Betrayer.

Then Marmaduke came inside for a nice drink of fruity punch.

THE END 

 

 

 

Wow, this plot gen wrote my rivalmance for me

 

Spoiler

Arrogant Sophia Lavellan

A Short Story

by Varric Tethras

 

Sophia Lavellan looked at the squidgy hat in her hands and felt snarky.

 

She walked over to the window and reflected on her hospitable surroundings. She had always loved warm sewers with its rough, raspy river of poop. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel snarky.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas. Solas was a popular egg with scrawny hands and fragile freckles.

 

Sophia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an arrogant, courageous, ginger beer drinker with ginger hands and pointy freckles. Her friends saw her as a terrible, tense troll. Once, she had even rescued a quarrelsome baby nug from a burning building.

 

But not even an arrogant person who had once rescued a quarrelsome baby nug from a burning building, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

 

The sun shone like gyrating wolves, making Sophia in love.

 

As Sophia stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the old smile on his face.

 

Solas glared with all the wrath of 5406 greedy burnt bog unicorns. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a hug."

 

Sophia looked back, even more in love and still fingering the squidgy hat. "Solas, holy slow arrow," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with pissed feelings, like two nasty, narrow nugs rampaging at a very noble birthday party, which had flute music playing in the background and two clever uncles sleeping to the beat.

 

Suddenly, Solas lunged forward and tried to punch Sophia in the face. Quickly, Sophia grabbed the squidgy hat and brought it down on Solas's skull.

 

Solas's scrawny hands trembled and his fragile freckles wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a good, gigantic guillotine.

 

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Solas was dead.

 

Sophia Lavellan went back inside and made herself a nice drink of ginger beer.

 

THE END 

 

 

 

The awkward moment when you realize that you and your spouse just had too much DA.

 

A brief conversation after my slightly calculated move.

"I did no such thing!"

"Don't Solas me."

 

 

 

Spoiler

 

Nirwen Come Home A Lost Bronte Novel
by Cee-namon Roll

Nirwen Lavellan is a suave and reliable orphan raised by a reckless and irritable lover. Eventually she gets a job working as a rebel for the wise Lord Wolf of Wolf Chantry. The unlikely couple rapidly succumb to a complicated passion.

 

On the day of their wedding, a smelly hunter escapes from the attic of Wolf Chantry and starts a fire. Believing that Lord Wolf is dead, Nirwen flees from the church and wanders the cold moors for days until she is rescued by a cute teacher.

 

However, although Lord Wolf is blinded by the fire, he still breathes. Without Nirwen he becomes stingy and dangerous. He turns to alcohol for comfort. The ghost of the hunter from the attic haunts him.

 

Meanwhile, thinking Lord Wolf is dead, Nirwen accepts a marriage proposal from her saviour, the teacher. However, one night she believes she can hear Lord Wolf calling, "Nirwen, where are you? Nirwen come home!" and she returns to Wolf Chantry.

 

On Nirwen's return, she finds Lord Wolf drunk and without sight. Mistaking her for the ghost of the smelly hunter, he attacks her with a swords and Nirwen Lavellan dies.

 

As he attends to the body, Lord Wolf realises what he has done. Driven mad with guilt, he hatches a plan to destroy the next generation, but there is no next generation and he dies of consumption two weeks later.

 

 

 

 

 

Omg this plot generator thing is killing me.

 

Spoiler

The Hail that Pounded like Feeding Foxes A Short Story
by Cheese

Vela Lavellan had always hated bright arlathan with its chubby, combative crystal maze. It was a place where she felt devastated.

She was a thoughtless, clever, orange juice drinker with ruddy lips and ginger abs. Her friends saw her as a different, defeated dolphin. Once, she had even helped a fancy Cole recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was.

Vela walked over to the window and reflected on her sparkling surroundings. The hail pounded like feeding foxes.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a patient god with tall lips and scrawny abs.

Vela gulped. She was not prepared for Solas.

As Vela stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the breezy glint in his eye.

Solas gazed with the affection of 8869 cheesy whispering wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

Vela looked back, even more angry and still fingering the green teapot. "Solas, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, klutzy kittens licking at a very heroic wedding, which had harp music playing in the background and two villianous uncles sneezing to the beat.

Suddenly, Solas lunged forward and tried to punch Vela in the face. Quickly, Vela grabbed the green teapot and brought it down on Solas's skull.

Solas's tall lips trembled and his scrawny abs wobbled. He looked irritable, his emotions raw like a tense, tight torch.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Solas was dead.

Vela Lavellan went back inside and made herself a nice drink of orange juice.

THE END

 

 

oh my god.

 

 

Spoiler

Surly Ellana Lavellan A Short Story
by S.W.

 

Ellana Lavellan was thinking about Solas again. Solas was a revolutionary god with curvy butt and tall shoulders.

 

Ellana walked over to the window and reflected on her ethereal surroundings. She had always hated weird the fade with its fresh, fluffy floating upside-down ceilings. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel snarky.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a revolutionary figure of Solas .

 

Ellana gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a surly, ruthless, scotch drinker with feathery butt and moist shoulders. Her friends saw her as a knowledgeable, klutzy knight. Once, she had even revived a dying, wolf puppy.

 

But not even a surly person who had once revived a dying, wolf puppy, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

 

The clouds danced like running wolves, making Ellana anxious. Ellana grabbed an enchanted sword that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Ellana stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the deep glint in his eye.

 

Solas gazed with the affection of 3876 indomitable blushing bears. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to recruit you into my secret spy organisation and kiss you."

Ellana looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the enchanted sword. "Solas, you're really shady," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two robust, round rabbits snarling at a very cold the conclave explosion, which had post-avant ambient noise music playing in the background and two austere uncles hitting to the beat.

 

Ellana regarded Solas's curvy butt and tall shoulders. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ellana with a delighted grin.

 

Ellana looked calm, his emotions blushing like a blue, beautiful book.

 

Then Solas came inside for a nice drink of scotch.

 

THE END

 

 

 

Oh my god, again.

 

This Love is Distracted But It's Gray In The Style Of Taylor Swift
by Nirwen

We were both rebellious when I first saw you.
You give me a hug and the flashback starts:
The Crossroads is where I'm standing in the millennia air.

What are you doing with that new lover?
Who wears that ancient sweater,
When I wear a loving wolf jaw necklace,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for is my freckled ears.

So this is me playing,
Standing in front of you saying, "Kiss me!"
And I go back to millennia all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but hiding sadly,
Wishing I'd realised You're really.
I'd go back to millennia, turn around and do some lying.
I go back to millennia quite often.

Vhenan, let's do some falling,
This love is distracted but it's gray.
It's a love story, Vhenan,
Just be my tall nug.

We are never ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
We are never ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
You go talk to your sister, talk to my mother, talk to me,
But we are never ever ever ever going to try destroying wantonly together,
Just dying cheerfully forever.

kiss me Vhenan, kiss me.

I am completely out of likes after last night still, so everyone here gets lots of

[Cee]

Feels corner, it feels like I never left you. 

 

 

Cheerfully!

[Illyria]

 

Wow, this plot gen wrote my rivalmance for me

 

Spoiler

Arrogant Sophia Lavellan

A Short Story

by Varric Tethras

 

Sophia Lavellan looked at the squidgy hat in her hands and felt snarky.

 

She walked over to the window and reflected on her hospitable surroundings. She had always loved warm sewers with its rough, raspy river of poop. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel snarky.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas. Solas was a popular egg with scrawny hands and fragile freckles.

 

Sophia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an arrogant, courageous, ginger beer drinker with ginger hands and pointy freckles. Her friends saw her as a terrible, tense troll. Once, she had even rescued a quarrelsome baby nug from a burning building.

 

But not even an arrogant person who had once rescued a quarrelsome baby nug from a burning building, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

 

The sun shone like gyrating wolves, making Sophia in love.

 

As Sophia stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the old smile on his face.

 

Solas glared with all the wrath of 5406 greedy burnt bog unicorns. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a hug."

 

Sophia looked back, even more in love and still fingering the squidgy hat. "Solas, holy slow arrow," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with pissed feelings, like two nasty, narrow nugs rampaging at a very noble birthday party, which had flute music playing in the background and two clever uncles sleeping to the beat.

 

Suddenly, Solas lunged forward and tried to punch Sophia in the face. Quickly, Sophia grabbed the squidgy hat and brought it down on Solas's skull.

 

Solas's scrawny hands trembled and his fragile freckles wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a good, gigantic guillotine.

 

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Solas was dead.

 

Sophia Lavellan went back inside and made herself a nice drink of ginger beer.

 

THE END 

 

 

I like how yours is also by a drunk Varric Tethras.

 

Anyone want to tweet these to Mary Kirby?

 

*raises hand*

 

yep, that was me

 

I thought if there was any blog which would have some Josie/Bela, it'd be WoT.

 

I though it had to be someone here since it shows up minutes after we've been talking about the pairing here.

 

It just works SO WELL.  And you know that Yvette would be shipping it.

 

Ack - dashing pirate Isabela seduces the heir to the Montilyet title with the aim of stealing their fortunes.  She doesn't realise that the family are barely holding together due to the right to trade being blocked by an old contract.  And she doesn't realise that the elder Montilyet is so charming.  Adventures, romance, dashing pirates, Isabela fighting off assassins...

 

Excuse me, I think I need to write this very plot compliant AU.

 

Uh http://dragonageconf...andth-person-to

 

 

Give up their markings and themselves to Solas....what?

 

 

Someone missed the whole "freedom" thing (if you do it - but also just in his comments if you didn't)?

 

:I

[drosophila]

OK, now with a sci fi twist.

 

Spoiler

Galactic Snarky Light sabre Wars

A Science Fiction Plot

by Varric Tethras

A long, long time ago in a snarky, snarky galaxy...

 

After leaving the hunky planet Jupiter, a group of turians fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a shady, space science lab.

 

Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Mythal , a sciency halla capable of burglary and even destroying the Veil.

 

Terrified, a magical druffalo known as Solas flees the Empire, with his protector, Sophia Lavellan.

 

They head for Crestwood on the planet Saturn. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Lavellan uses her snarky light sabre to defend Solas.

 

Lavellan and Druffalo Solas decide it's time to leave Saturn and steal a TARDIS to shoot their way out.

 

They encounter a tribe of Evanuris. Lavellan is attacked and the druffalo is captured by the Evanuris and taken back to Crestwood.

 

Lavellan must fight to save Druffalo Solas but when she accidentally unearths a charismatic sock, the entire future of the snarky, hunky galaxy is at stake.

[Cee]

Ack - dashing pirate Isabela seduces the heir to the Montilyet title with the aim of stealing their fortunes.  She doesn't realise that the family are barely holding together due to the right to trade being blocked by an old contract.  And she doesn't realise that the elder Montilyet is so charming.  Adventures, romance, dashing pirates, Isabela fighting off assassins...

 

Excuse me, I think I need to write this very plot compliant AU.

 

 

Yes, yes you do.

[Cee]

That's What Makes You Fast In The Style Of One Direction
by Nirwen

Lately I found myself sleeping (sleeping)
Been dreaming about you a lot (a lot)
And up in my head I'm your antagonist (antagonist)
But that's one thing you've already got.

You're slow,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you drink some tea,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough.

Vhenan, you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you tear down the Veil gets me overwhelmed,
But when you grab butt it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh, oh,
You don't know you're slow,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'd understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh, oh,
You don't know you're slow,
Oh, oh,
That's what makes you slow.

I've tried playing it cool,
But when I'm looking at you,
I can't ever be fast,
'Cause you make my heart drink.

One way or another I'm gonna grab butt,
I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you.
One way or another I'm gonna drink some tea,
I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you.

It feels like I'm constantly sleeping,
'Cause I can't compete with your antagonist,
He's got eight hundred wolf jaw necklace.

 

[Eivuwan]

Ok last one from me. I'm dyinggg from laughter.

 

Spoiler

Two Hungry Uncles Back flipping to the Beat A Short Story
by Cheese

Lavellan looked at the ruby orb in her hands and felt exasperated.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always loved bloody deep roads with its regurgitated, rotten red lyrium crystals. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel exasperated.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a sexy Evanuris with ginger cheeks and bald eyes.

Lavellan gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a cunning, prideful, poison drinker with shapey cheeks and muscular eyes. Her friends saw her as a narrow, nasty nug. Once, she had even helped a calm Cullen cross the road.

But not even a cunning person who had once helped a calm Cullen cross the road, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The hurricane teased like copulating snoufleurs, making Lavellan sleepy.

As Lavellan stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the sour glint in his eye.

Solas gazed with the affection of 4254 creepy wicked wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want your vallaslin."

Lavellan looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the ruby orb. "Solas, give me back my gear," she replied.

They looked at each other with jealous feelings, like two defeated, deafening dragons rubbing at a very thirsty exalted council, which had blood magic music playing in the background and two hungry uncles back flipping to the beat.

Lavellan studied Solas's ginger cheeks and bald eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Lavellan in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Solas."

Solas looked excited, his emotions raw like an excited, eager eluvian.

Lavellan could actually hear Solas's emotions shatter into 1441 pieces. Then the sexy Evanuris hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of poison would calm Lavellan's nerves tonight.

THE END

[Kadan]

Ok last one from me. I'm dyinggg from laughter.

 

Spoiler

Two Hungry Uncles Back flipping to the Beat A Short Story
by Cheese

Lavellan looked at the ruby orb in her hands and felt exasperated.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always loved bloody deep roads with its regurgitated, rotten red lyrium crystals. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel exasperated.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a sexy Evanuris with ginger cheeks and bald eyes.

Lavellan gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a cunning, prideful, poison drinker with shapey cheeks and muscular eyes. Her friends saw her as a narrow, nasty nug. Once, she had even helped a calm Cullen cross the road.

But not even a cunning person who had once helped a calm Cullen cross the road, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The hurricane teased like copulating snoufleurs, making Lavellan sleepy.

As Lavellan stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the sour glint in his eye.

Solas gazed with the affection of 4254 creepy wicked wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want your vallaslin."

Lavellan looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the ruby orb. "Solas, give me back my gear," she replied.

They looked at each other with jealous feelings, like two defeated, deafening dragons rubbing at a very thirsty exalted council, which had blood magic music playing in the background and two hungry uncles back flipping to the beat.

Lavellan studied Solas's ginger cheeks and bald eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Lavellan in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Solas."

Solas looked excited, his emotions raw like an excited, eager eluvian.

Lavellan could actually hear Solas's emotions shatter into 1441 pieces. Then the sexy Evanuris hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of poison would calm Lavellan's nerves tonight.

THE END

I want to like this so much but my likes have been stolen.

[Cee]

Ok last one from me. I'm dyinggg from laughter.

 

Spoiler

Two Hungry Uncles Back flipping to the Beat A Short Story
by Cheese

Lavellan looked at the ruby orb in her hands and felt exasperated.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always loved bloody deep roads with its regurgitated, rotten red lyrium crystals. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel exasperated.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a sexy Evanuris with ginger cheeks and bald eyes.

Lavellan gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a cunning, prideful, poison drinker with shapey cheeks and muscular eyes. Her friends saw her as a narrow, nasty nug. Once, she had even helped a calm Cullen cross the road.

But not even a cunning person who had once helped a calm Cullen cross the road, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The hurricane teased like copulating snoufleurs, making Lavellan sleepy.

As Lavellan stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the sour glint in his eye.

Solas gazed with the affection of 4254 creepy wicked wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want your vallaslin."

Lavellan looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the ruby orb. "Solas, give me back my gear," she replied.

They looked at each other with jealous feelings, like two defeated, deafening dragons rubbing at a very thirsty exalted council, which had blood magic music playing in the background and two hungry uncles back flipping to the beat.

Lavellan studied Solas's ginger cheeks and bald eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Lavellan in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Solas."

Solas looked excited, his emotions raw like an excited, eager eluvian.

Lavellan could actually hear Solas's emotions shatter into 1441 pieces. Then the sexy Evanuris hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of poison would calm Lavellan's nerves tonight.

THE END

 

 

I'm out of likes. But laughing.

[Cee]

I stopped Solas and I liked it In The Style Of Katy Perry
by Vhenan Please

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, butt in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I stopped Solas and I liked it
The taste of his wise jaw
I stopped Solas just to try it
I hope my stepfather don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I stopped Solas and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter,
You're my experimental game
Just human nature,
It's not what,
Revealing people do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I stopped Solas and I liked it
The smell of his remorseful arms
I stopped Solas just to try it
I hope my stepfather don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I stopped Solas and I liked it
I liked it,

Those boys they are so magical
Wise jaw, remorseful arms, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I stopped Solas and I liked it
The sound of his sexy feet
I stopped Solas just to try it
I hope my stepfather don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I stopped Solas and I liked it
I liked it

I liked the feel of his dangerous knees
I liked the feel of his dangerous knees.

[Cee]

I want to like this so much but my likes have been stolen.

 

 

*glances at Fly'Harel and fluffy corner monster*

[drosophila]

*glances at Fly'Harel and fluffy corner monster*

 

Something the matter? *casually munching on everyone's likes* 

[MayriyaNoori]

Okay.

 

My turn.

 

Zevellan

Spoiler

There's something about Aaryn A Sensational Romance
by MayriyaNoori

Zevran Arainai is a smart, slender and cute mage from Antiva. His life is going nowhere until he meets Aaryn Lavellan, a hot, stunning woman with a passion for dancing.

Zevran takes an instant disliking to Aaryn and the selfish and cowardly ways she learnt during her years in The Arbor Wilds.

However, when a dragon tries to blackmail Zevran, Aaryn springs to the rescue. Zevran begins to notices that Aaryn is actually rather hilarious at heart.

But, the pressures of Aaryn's job as a assassin leave her blind to Zevran's affections and Zevran takes up star gazing to try and distract himself.

Finally, when predatory templar, Solas , threatens to come between them, Aaryn has to act fast. But will they ever find the sensational love that they deserve?

 

 

Apparently I have everyone's classes wrong.

[Kadan]

I stopped Solas and I liked it In The Style Of Katy Perry
by Vhenan Please

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, butt in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I stopped Solas and I liked it
The taste of his wise jaw
I stopped Solas just to try it
I hope my stepfather don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I stopped Solas and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter,
You're my experimental game
Just human nature,
It's not what,
Revealing people do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I stopped Solas and I liked it
The smell of his remorseful arms
I stopped Solas just to try it
I hope my stepfather don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I stopped Solas and I liked it
I liked it,

Those boys they are so magical
Wise jaw, remorseful arms, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I stopped Solas and I liked it
The sound of his sexy feet
I stopped Solas just to try it
I hope my stepfather don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean anything, right?
I stopped Solas and I liked it
I liked it

I liked the feel of his dangerous knees
I liked the feel of his dangerous knees.

 

Staup I can't take it! 'butt in hand' aaaaahhhhhhh

[Sable Rhapsody]

*glances at Fly'Harel and fluffy corner monster*

 

Not my fault today!  I'm chasing stray pixels on sheep brains and giggling at all the generators y'all are posting

[Cee]

Something the matter? *casually munching on everyone's likes* 

 

[Cee]

 

Okay.

 

My turn.

 

Zevellan

Spoiler

There's something about Aaryn A Sensational Romance
by MayriyaNoori

Zevran Arainai is a smart, slender and cute mage from Antiva. His life is going nowhere until he meets Aaryn Lavellan, a hot, stunning woman with a passion for dancing.

Zevran takes an instant disliking to Aaryn and the selfish and cowardly ways she learnt during her years in The Arbor Wilds.

However, when a dragon tries to blackmail Zevran, Aaryn springs to the rescue. Zevran begins to notices that Aaryn is actually rather hilarious at heart.

But, the pressures of Aaryn's job as a assassin leave her blind to Zevran's affections and Zevran takes up star gazing to try and distract himself.

Finally, when predatory templar, Solas , threatens to come between them, Aaryn has to act fast. But will they ever find the sensational love that they deserve?

 

 

Apparently I have everyone's classes wrong.

 

 

Solas, predatory templar.

[S.W.]

*dumps beautiful art on your doorstep*

 

 

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pixel solas!

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source

 

 

 

halloween dragon age characters. Solas is wearing striped tights and heels *fans self*.

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source

 

 

fen'harel/solas ink sketches

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source

 

 

solas for the emoji challenge

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source

 

 

mspaint au where Solas is dog. The more I think about it, the more I love it.

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source

 

 

solas is BLUSHING

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source

 

 

more solas dog au

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sauce

 

 

sweet art of solas & lavellan. lots and lots of flowers.

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source

 

 

concept art dreads solas with lavellan. I think they're about to kiss?

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source

 

 

trespasser solas holding lavellan's hand.

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source

 

 

finally, posting these two cuties again because I love this artwork too much. Her Lavellan looks a lot like how I imagine mine from F&T - cut her hair down to the shoulders, maybe sharpen her jaw up a little, but that's basically her.

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source

 

 

 

finally finally, not art, just a screenshot:

 

 

pow.

[Kadan]

*glances at Fly'Harel and fluffy corner monster*

My cat spent the better part of the morning chasing agents of Fly'Harel, now he is napping soundly on the top of my couch. I take that back, one buzzed past his head mocking him for his failure and he's flipping his tail while he contemplates his next move.

[Cee]

The Red Constellation and the Spider In The Style Of Grease The Musical
by Nirwen

Red constellation, you saw me eating alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without my hand back of my own.

Red constellation, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A my hand back I really could care for.

And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'lyrium'
But when I looked, that constellation had turned to a spider!

Oh oh oh...

Red constellation, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a spider of my own.

You better shape up,
'Cause I need a my hand back,
And instead I got a spider.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this spider and me are through!

We go together,
Like Anders and Fenris, Like Fenris and Anders.
Remembered forever,
As lazy lazy lazy mean-mean boom de boom de boom.

Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Why can't you live in the now?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the spider a joke?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding hand back?

Eating dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those eating nights.