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buds.

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Hey guys I'm going live on Facebook to drive anyone's interested and just hanging out and talking it is under literally patroclus art on Facebook starting at 6

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Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

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i started a rp/writing blog for my swtor ocs so if that’s something you’re interested in, i’m over at @cfthestars

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Give Cullen a new year's kiss

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send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

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Las hands Cullen a wrapped gift package. Spoiler: it’s super cute baby booties

         present? present. cullen stares down at the package, oddly nervous -- he has a present for her, as well, but it surprised him all the same. unwrapping it, he beams, wide. they’re adorable, and tiny, and it’s hard not to get emotional at the reminder that they’re having a child. she’s carrying his child. “ they’re perfect----”

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illia.

“You’re going to eat something other than hardtack and preserves today?” she snorted. “A Saturnalia miracle if I’ve ever heard one.”

Despite having a laugh for him,where she gripped her bow was crystallizing, frost like expensive lace growing up the wood.

     he laughs, a low rumble of a chuckle; the swirl of ice doesn’t go unnoticed, just unmentioned. unfortunately, templar training makes you very aware of magic, and it’s not something that he’s been able to shake. thankfully, he doesn’t stiffen -- hell, if he had ice magic and was this uncomfortable, he’d probably do the same. “ even i can’t say no to food all the time. plus -- it’s a holiday. we should celebrate being together, and -- “ alive. he hadn’t always been good about spending holidays with family, and there was part of him that wanted to make up for that, somehow. 

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illia.

“…fine, you got me.”

She’d pretend that it was because she was hungry, but it was really because he was one of the most convincing people she knew. Perhaps this was just a quality he had over her,but that was to contemplate later.

“We celebrate differently where I’m from.” she walked with him easily. “The days we came of age and earned our inkings. Which is convenient for me, because I have no idea when I was born– but what I mean is, here are no special days for everyone, like this.”

        she listened to him, which might be the most surprising thing that’s happened today, and he offers her an encouraging smile as she slings up her bow and falls into step beside him. “ i get it. i’m not great at celebrating either. but it’s not like you’re the focus, or that any of us are. we’re just there to -- spend time together. outside of the darkness.”       it’s weak at best, but he’s trying, smiling down at her -- even going so far as to offer her his arm, cheeks tinged pink. “ it’s food and warmth and a good time, and they’ll probably try to drag you into a game of wicked grace eventually. don’t worry. plus....the food’s good, from what i hear. “ 

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                                he stumbled into faith and thought god this is all there is                                   the pictures in his mind arose, and began to breathe                      and all the gods in all the worlds began colliding on a backdrop of blue                                                            blue lips; blue veins                                    < ind. sel. cullen rutherford; run by rion; est. 2017 >

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illia.

Soft guilt crossed her face as an arrow sunk into the heart of the scarecrow down below with a heavy thunk.

“Well…I…” she cleared her throat. “I’m not that great a gift giver, and I’m not quite sure I’d be–” she almost, almost said welcome. But of course she was welcome, it was just a making of her own mind that she wouldn’t fit in. Everyone was eating and laughing and existing in a way that didn’t bristle everyone else.

“A great addition to a party.” she decided on, but despite her words, she began to pack herself up. Perhaps to follow him.

      he should probably feel worse about that statement than he does, but it’s hard to feel guilty when he made his point -- and it’s true. it would break her sister’s heart to see her isolating herself out of some odd sense of self deprecation. raising a brow, he watched the arrow sink itself into the scarecrow in silence, allowing her a moment to gather her thoughts.       “ you can’t skip on a feast, presents or otherwise. in fact, most of us aren’t doing presents right now. those who have presents for others would rather do it privately. “ he doesn’t mention the hastily wrapped present that she has for her, hiding in his office. “ come eat, at least. you don’t have to stay for the whole thing. “

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A package appears on his desk while he's away, wrapped like someone just learned how. Inside is a small oil-burning lamp and a note that reads "It's too fucking dark in here."

      blink -- blink blink. he’d only stepped out for a few moments, to gather his thoughts and get some fresh (brisk) air, but there was a present waiting for him on his desk, hastily wrapped. it brings a smile to his face, and he looks the wrappings over before opening it. the lamp is small, and fits easily on his crowded desk -- a thoughtful gift for someone who often works well into the night. whoever it was from, they were right. it was often too dark in here. 

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She'd work straight through Saturnalia if she had any say in it, standing at the hole in between two posts, sinking arrows through a hay target. Holiday or not, she had a job to do, to perfect-- the smell of roast deer and cranberries wafting from every window in Skyhold would not distract her (it would, however, create audible protest from her belly.)

        far be it for cullen to judge -- he’d be a hypocrite to scold her for working through the holidays, with how hard any of them have to work to get him to take a day off. still, saturnalia is a good way to bring up morale, and for once, everyone is resting. even the advisors. well, as much as any of them do. it’s likely second nature for josephine to flutter from noble to noble, or for leliana to gather information as she passes. cullen himself is itching to return to his reports, but the orders from the older lavellan are clear, and when he realizes that her sister isn’t following them, he took it upon himself to go find her. “ you know, your sister would be disappointed in you right now. “

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I have it on good authority that it gets cold in that tower. And I know that you’d sooner freeze than leave like a normal person. So, here you are. Stay warm, Noodle. ~ Bellatrix

        the gift is surprising, the note more so, and despite the nickname and tone, cullen can’t help but smile, rubbing his fingers over the slightly scratchy yarn of the blanket. it’s heavy, and will be warm on the nights when the hole in his roof gets a little hard to deal with.  

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Catch Nakoma tryin to bake cookies for Santa. Emphasis on trying. // bc im weak for modern au

      that was --- probably not a good idea. definitely not a good idea. granted, it was very sweet, but cullen can’t help but regret falling asleep on the couch, because his kitchen is in a state right now. still, it’s hard to be angry, when she’s pouring over a recipe, covered in flour. sleepy eyed and mussed hair, the officer shuffles over to peer over her shoulder. “ --- want help with that? “

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send cullen cute holiday things