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Hey if you send me proof you’ve donated to any of the following groups (or directly to BIPOC), I’ll draw and/or write for you

Kyanite Kitchen

DC Coalition For the Homeless

Threads for BIPOC

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Additionally, if you’re BIPOC or Jewish please DM me and I would love to draw/write your OC or something of interest to you!

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I AM BEGGING YOU TO HELP SAVE DUSTIN HIGGS

Dustin Higgs is a Maryland based artist on Death Row for a crime he did not commit -

He was convicted and sentenced to the federal death penalty as an accomplice to the 1996 murders of Tanji Jackson, Tamika Black and Mishann Chinn. It was the first federal death sentence handed down in Maryland in the modern era.

Dustin was not the person who actually shot the three women. Nor was he an accomplice. In fact, it was Willis Haynes who pulled the trigger, and he was sentenced to life in prison plus 45 years after a separate jury spared him the death penalty for the crime. With the resumption of federal executions in 2020, Dustin's life is at serious risk.

He is sentenced to be excecuted on Jan 15. 2021. 3 days before MLK Day and just 5 DAYS BEFORE THE NEW FEDERAL ADMINISTRATION IS PUT IN PLACE

Please if you have just one second or one spec of human decency, click these links.

Help save an an innocent man.

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Hey if you send me proof you’ve donated to any of the following groups (or directly to BIPOC), I’ll draw and/or write for you

Kyanite Kitchen

DC Coalition For the Homeless

Threads for BIPOC

Another Thread

Another Thread

Another Thread

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here are some threads on twitter who are willing to help if you are in need of resources or are asking for some in DC right now

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a thread of threads on twitter of people who are willing to help/lists of people who are in need of help

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i hope all my american followers are managing to keep themselves safe, especially BIPOC americans. the situation over there is terrifying and i hope it does not impact the usa for long. 

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heres some links to useful twitter threads ive seen on the tl;

info on whats going on 

list of people who are available to assist others in DC

also, apparently theres a video going on on twitter of a person who got shot at the capitol building! please make sure you have autoplay off!  

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a resource for housing and transportation tonight for those in the city. please get out before 6 PM.

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So, while I recognize that one can separate the VA from their character, and Ellis doesn’t represent Cullen, I’m having a difficult time feeling... okay writing Cullen pieces at the moment. Some people have been able to and that’s great! I don’t want to present a negative view of that.

However, while my brain is still trying to process everything and my feelings I’d really appreciate it if you all would send requests for characters other than Cullen. Alistair, Zevran, Iron Bull, and more would be greatly appreciated! I still want to try and provide content -- I’m just needing to work if and how that’s going to change from previously. 

Anyhow, thank you dearly for reading and have a wonderful day <3

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About Greg Ellis

So recently I’ve become aware of bigoted, horrible things done and perpetuated by Cullen’s voice actor Greg Ellis. I want it to be made entirely aware I do not support it and want nothing more than for BioWare to quit giving this terrible person money. While I clearly considered Cullen a comfort character I do not want to present any form of support or condoning of Ellis’s actions. 

For more information on his actions: I’ve provided a link here

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Hey have you been busy or have you not been getting many requests? I miss your writing! If you have the time could you write something where the inquisitor has a child (around 5 years old) and the child stays with Cullen and the others at Skyhold whenever the Inquisitor is away? Thanks, I hope you've been doing well 💞💞

I’m a mix of busy and living for the next time I sleep so it’s been a bit messy life-wise but I’m trying to start things back up! Ideally, I’m trying to set up a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule where I post a prompt on one of my three blogs each day because I should be totally free during those days!  

Anyways, thank you for your patience, and have a fantastic day!

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Cullen grew up the second oldest of four. Most of his early childhood was spent parceling out responsibilities for watching over Branson and Rosalie with Mia.  

Branson was the epitome of what his mother had liked to call a ‘wild child’. He’d climb up to the tallest trees in Honnleath and when he found himself too high to properly come back down his solution was to swing from the branches until they broke. One could only guess how well that turned out.  

Rosalie on the other hand was a fan of collecting every insect or small animal that crossed her way. Cullen could still remember the yelps his mother would try to hide at the sight of Rosalie holding a long, winding centipede in her palms. The worst was a feral fox cub that’d subsequently became loose in the house. That’d been an eventful evening.  

Neither sibling was ‘ideal’, but he supposed even he had his own faults.  

Nevertheless, it made Cullen oddly ideal with children. For all his military abilities and fighting talent, most were astonished at how in the snap of one’s fingers, Cullen could stop even the worst wailing from a child. Josephine once said she’d “pay him double his Inquisition salary to babysit her siblings.”  

Cullen had responded with “what salary?”  

Considering money was Josephine’s department, the subject was swiftly dropped.  

However, that didn’t take away from the actual babysitting Cullen found himself in.  

Very few, after all, expected the Inquisitor to have a child.  

Your child’s name was Olivia – just five years old and more of a firecracker than you were. Her hair was often in braids, so for all her running and scrambling about, she wouldn’t get caught on anything. For her birthday Varric had given her a little yellow ribbon, and she’d wear it to sleep if you didn’t insist otherwise.

She was a troublesome little thing, but she was one of the few bright things in your world, and you clearly treasured her. She’d race to you as fast as her legs could carry her when you’d return to Skyhold and every time you’d scoop her up in your arms and swing her until you both were left dizzy and stumbling throughout the courtyard. No matter where you went you always came back with something for her, and whether a fanciful toy or simply a flower, Olivia adored it.

She even had a secret hiding place for all the presents you brought her. She’d shown Cullen one evening and despite knowing just about every detail of the gifts, he’d still ask like it was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on them.  

Curiously enough, Olivia had a fondness for the Commander. Often times when you and Cullen would take walks along the barracks Olivia would follow behind, holding loosely onto the end of his shroud. She liked it especially when each of you would hold one of her hands and swing her back and forth. It was… domestic in a sense. Far more than Cullen ever expected for himself.  

He’d hardly even expected to meet someone like you – so full of life and passion for all that you did. You were a breath of fresh air in the coldness he’d so well known. Cullen hoped Olivia hadn’t noticed how he stared but she was nosy – she took that from you.  

She’d been given plenty of opportunities to be nosy since you’d left, asking Cullen specifically to watch over her.  

“I won’t be long,” You’d told him the evening before you left. “But there are reports of red templars making advancements towards a village and I-”  

“I know,” Cullen hesitated but set a hand on your shoulder. He didn’t know if his smiles helped you at all, but he offered one anyway. “You don’t need to explain. I’ll help however I can, including taking care of Olivia.”  

You let out a sigh of relief and laughed. “Thank you I-” You couldn’t figure the words and so instead hugged him, winding your arms around his neck. “You’re the best.”  

He was left stunned for a moment. It wasn’t like he’d experienced much affection in his life once he’d left for the Templar order – so much as a hug was almost foreign to him.  However hesitantly, he managed to return the gesture. His hovering hands shifting to hold you tight.

He forgot how much he missed such a simple thing as a hug.  

You left shortly thereafter both of you a little sheepish but warmhearted, nonetheless. Olivia followed you to Skyhold’s gates, holding your hand but still stumbling to keep up despite her best efforts. When you knelt to meet her, she nearly ran right into you, only caught by your grip shifting to her shoulders.  

“Woah there, soldier!” You laughed softly. “You know you can’t come with me.”  

Olivia immediately began to pout. “But I’ll be good! I promise!”  

“It’s not a matter of being good, it’s dangerous.” You smiled warmly, squeezing her shoulders. “Even for the toughest kid around! You got to stay here, keep everyone safe.”  

Before Olivia could object you spoke once more, lowering your voice to a whisper. “In fact, I’ve got a super-secret mission for you. I need you to personally look after Commander Cullen – keep him out of trouble.”  

Olivia shot a quick glance to Cullen who stood a little way off, pretending to look at a set of reports.  

“Okay! I know you like him!”  

Cullen had to work very hard not to look up and see your expression in that moment. But he supposed he wouldn’t want you to see how red he’d become either. At the very least, he heard a gasp.

“I-It’s ah – it’s our little secret though! Don’t forget, okay?”  

Olivia nodded. “I won’t!”  

“Promise?”  

Olivia huffed. “I promise!”  

You chuckled. “Alright, alright. I love you, Olivia.”  

Cullen looked up to see Olivia jump up to hug you, burying her head in the crook of your neck and failing to hide the tiniest sniffle. She always hated seeing you go.  

“I love you too.”  

With a wave of your hand, you and the rest of your team left. Olivia refused to budge an inch before you disappeared beyond sight. Even then she only moved a few steps forward, perhaps in hopes to catch one last glimpse of you.  

“Miss them already, do you?” Cullen approached the child steadily, making his heavy boots clearly known to not startle her. He even spoke quietly.  

Olivia gave a meek nod, wiping at her eyes quickly.

Cullen pretended not to see – if she was anything like you it’d only make her more embarrassed.  

“I miss them too.” Cullen said. “But while they’re gone… would you want to sneak a few extra treats from the kitchen? I won’t tell if you don’t.”  

Olivia perked up just a tad. Cullen offered his hand that practically swallowed Olivia’s when she accepted it. But she smiled.  

“Okay.”  

She hid an entire extra loaf of cinnamon bread in Cullen’s shroud. It was awful, thinking of the sugar and sticky cinnamon that was sure to attract insects of all sort, but worth it. She giggled the whole time, and still considered it an ‘extreme scheme’ even though no one cared and at least three kitchen-maids watched them the entire time – pretending to hide little Olivia from everyone else.  

She didn’t even bother to have the bread cut into slices, sitting in his office breaking it apart in chunks and pieces.  

“I can cut it if you want, you know.” Cullen told her, his brows furrowed.  

“No, I like it this way. It’s a surprise every time!” Olivia raised her head to the Commander, swinging her legs in the seat across his desk. “Do you want some? I’ll share, but you can’t tell Varric! He’ll get jealous.”  

“Why would he-” Cullen immediately remembered Varric’s proud title as Olivia’s ‘partner in crime’ and found the answer for himself.  

Admittedly Cullen would’ve said no. He never had much of a sweet tooth. However, Olivia clearly wanted to give him a piece and already had two corners of the bread pinched between her fingers to give him. It was just something a person couldn’t say no to.  

“I’d love a piece.”  

It was just as sugary and sappy as he’d imagined.  

“Oi, metal britches!”  

The yelling came a few hours later, when evening started to paint the sky overhead and the sun dripped in through his windows. It didn’t take a genius to recognize Sera.  

She nearly kicked the door in, and as if that wasn’t enough, slammed her firsts against his desk with enough ferocity to shake the very earth. The mischievous glint in her eyes was anything but good.  

“As appealing as the name ‘metal britches’ is, could we try another name next time?” Cullen frowned. “Perhaps my real one?”  

“Nah, I like this one better. Listen, I’ve got this great idea for an ambush on this Orlesian snobs – and I know you hate Orlesians just as much so I was thinking I could get your head of your ar-”  

Cullen nearly jumped out of his seat trying to stop Sera. “Reserve the language for when children aren’t around?”  

“Wha-” Sera wrinkled her nose only to twist her head and see little Olivia, watching Sera with the utmost awe. Olivia happened to look up to Sera with her ‘fun-loving’ pranks. It brought comfort when you were gone. “Oh! Pipsqueak! I was wondering where you’d run off to!”  

She peered over to see the last bits of the cinnamon bread. “Mind if I swipe a piece?”  

“Mm!” Olivia eagerly gave Sera the rest. Of all the people Sera loved to torment, Olivia was never one of them. If anything, she had a soft spot for the child.  

“Oh no that ain’t necessary but you’re a sweet thing for offering.” Sera leaned in to Olivia, pretending to whisper, but only brought her voice louder for Cullen to clearly hear. “See, I was trying to get Mr. Boring over here to have some fun for once, but I don’t think he’s gonna budge.”  

“Cullen!” Olivia exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks.  

Sera stopped her further protests. “I know, what a bore! But I’m thinking if he won’t have some fun – why don’t we?”  

“Now Sera-” Cullen rose from his seat. “The Inquisitor asked me specifically to look after Olivia while they were gone-”  

“We’re not going to Halamshiraal get your knickers out of a twist!” Sera snorted. “I’ll bring her back in one piece, but a kid can’t sit around all day!”

“I…”  

Olivia was gripping excitedly at the edge of her seat, and if her toes could reach the floor they would’ve been tapping too. Anyone could see she desperately wanted to spend time with the ‘fun rogue’. Cullen could be fun too – it just didn’t include putting buckets of water over their ambassador’s door. Less dangerous fun.  

“Nothing reckless,” Cullen pinched the bridge of his nose. “If I see so much as a scratch on Olivia, I’ll have your quarters repurposed to a storage closet.”  

“If I get a hair on the squirt’s head out of place, I’ll banish myself, does that make you feel better? I won’t get in the way of your crush on the boss.”  

“I do not-”

Sera and Olivia were already gone before he could even finish, giggling as the elf lifted the girl onto her shoulders and scrambled out. It was almost fascinating how quickly he could come to regret a decision.  

They were gone for a few hours, when night arrived and a chill soaked into the floor Cullen began to pace, anxious and ready to go searching top to bottom for Olivia.  

He only made it to the grand hall when he found the two of them. Sera, snoring with her head fallen back in her ornate seat with Olivia, sleeping sound in Sera’s lap. A blanket was slipped over the two of them, and just a few feet away in another chair was Varric, watching the fireplace crackle.  

“Don’t you worry Curly, I kept them distracted.” Varric laughed and took a sip of his wine. “You’d be surprised how much Buttercup loves a good story.”  

Cullen let out a sigh of relief as he made his way to Olivia. She was clutching onto to Sera and her head was laid lazily on her stomach, a slow rise and fall lifting her up and down. She looked so comfortable; it was almost hard to wake her up.  

“Was she a handful?” Cullen asked.  

“Olivia or Buttercup?”  

“Either one.” Cullen scoffed.  

“Buttercup is a given, but Olivia is always a pleasure. It’s nice to have someone actually enjoy my rough drafts – they’re just what put Sera to sleep.” Varric laughed to himself. “Everyone’s a critic.”  

“I’m surprised the Inquisitor didn’t take you with them,” Cullen remarked. “Dorian, Blackwall, and you are typically their regular party.”  

Varric simpered. “As old as Blackwall looks, I’m older – and you’ve got to give the elderly a break.”

“You can’t be beyond your late thirties.”  

Varric raised a glass amusedly. “Or maybe I just age that good. Either way, mentally, I’m in my sixties. I like to have the occasional night in!”  

“Does that mean Olivia could call you ‘grandfather’?”  

“Don’t you dare put that idea in her head Curly.”

Cullen turned his attention back to Olivia with a laugh. He gently scooped her up in his arms, and Sera only mildly objected in the form of halfhearted tugs at his gauntlets. The second Olivia felt the fur of his cloak she sank against it; even attempting to wrap herself up like a blanket.  

“Thank you for watching over her, Varric – even if only for a short time.”  

The dwarf shook his head. “No trouble. You just make sure that one gets some shut-eye.”  

Cullen took Olivia to your quarters – It had a grand enough bed that you shared with your parent when they were here anyhow. The few times Cullen had entered early, Olivia would be snuggled up among the silk sheets like a burrowed rabbit. She’d never get out if you didn’t make her.  

He pulled back the blankets and set her down gently. The second she recognized just where she was, Olivia grappled at the sheets and pull them up to her chin – even her cheeks were smothered against her pillow.  

Cullen would’ve left to return to his own room when Olivia reached out for his hand and ruined that plan.

“Can you stay, Mr. Rutherford?”  

She only used that name when she wanted something out of him. It worked every time.  

Cullen paused briefly, relenting as he sat down at the foot of the bed. “Of course, Olivia.”  

“Can I ask you something?” She mumbled, eyes only a tiny bit open and words slurring.  

He smiled softly. “Of course.”  

“Do you… do you like them?” She clearly peeked one eye open at this point. Olivia was far from subtle.  

“Like who?”  

“You know… my… parent…” Olivia sat up, rubbing at her face groggily but far too curious to sleep just yet.

Cullen’s heart jumped into his throat. He swallowed hard, and even then, his chest heaved like a drum. “Why ah – why would you ask that?”  

“I see how you stare – and how they stare. And I…” Olivia brought her knees up to her chin. “I want you to be a part of our family.”  

The rapid beating of Cullen’s heart stopped, his fidgeting fingers stopped, and his panicking brain stopped. All that remained was a warmth, gentle, and protective like a lantern in a dark night. It never felt so easy to say exactly what he meant.  

“I think I’d like that too. But I’ll have to be a bit braver before I can tell them.”  

Olivia saw his faint, nervous smile and leaned over so that she drooped over his shoulder. She did her best to drape a bit of the blanket over him but even at her best, she only managed to cover his knee. A valiant effort.  

“I’ll cheer for you then,” Olivia yawned. “so, you can get brave. Would that help?”  

Olivia truly was just like you. Maybe that was why he found himself adoring her just so much. You were always so encouraging and supportive – even at your worst, you found a way to brighten someone else’s day. You passed the kindness in your heart down to Olivia, and it showed.  

Perhaps when you returned Cullen would finally tell you all the things that’d be brimming inside of him. How he cared for you like he’d never known before and wanted nothing more than to simply do the same for you. For the first time, he felt like he could.

“I think it already is.”  

Cullen would’ve thought Olivia already fallen fast asleep were it not for the little grin spread across her face.

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🌻- Hello! I'm new here amd I have to say your writing is amazing! It's nice to see someone as passionate about DAI and it's characters as I am! Have a great day and don't give up writing! You're really good!!! 🌹🌹🌹

AAAAh oh my goodness thank you so much!! I’ve actually just finished replaying the whole series with my best friend and I fell back in love with the games all over again!! I’m super excited to get back into writing and I hope you all enjoy what I have to offer <3 

Thank you again !! This was truly so, so sweet

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uhh idk if you do these anymore- but if u do... maybe an inquisitor who is quite physically weak but packs a whole load of magic to make up for it... but having such a vast amount of magical potential in a small and fragile body, it sometimes hurts her? 👀 she never says anything, but mayhaps that pain one day gets much too unbearable

Absolutely! I’d like to get back into writing prompts again, especially since I still have a ridiculous love for Dragon Age and have now played the whole series! Hopefully, you enjoy this prompt and have a marvelous day, thank you <3

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Since you were a child your magic was known to be... finicky. ‘Finicky’ was the word the Grand Enchanter would use to describe your surges when a simple spell resulted in a ball of fire destroying a good chunk of the parlor. ‘Terrifying’ was the term the templars preferred, but few could stay mad at the sniveling child sheepishly trying to clean up their mess that was you. 

You’d spent many nights with your fellow mages learning all the best methods to keep your magic under control -- falling asleep into the late hours over books and a cloak that the Grand Enchanter would drape over you. Yet no matter what you did, no matter the training and the desperate efforts, somewhere, somehow it always spiraled out of control. Eventually, it cast a toll on your entire body -- so feeble and tiny your childhood became littered with fevers and aching limbs. 

You didn’t grow much as you aged. Of course, your legs earned a few inches, but your magic only multiplied. The mage circle, however, found a way to contain you. Instead of spurts that left the tower’s library in shambles or the quarters with a sizable hole in its wall, your magic was contained within you -- a thousand stitches to cover up loose ends where your magic poured out. 

The only problem remaining was the pain and the great deal of it that came with the containment. It was a fire brimming upon a thin layer, you could always feel the pressure against your body like a dull, forceful knocking upon a door -- brash knuckles banging again and again without end. Thankfully, you’d gotten used to it... most of the time. Everyone had their breaking point after all, and your sutures too, came undone. 

Of course, being the Inquisitor did little to help the situation. Every moment you stepped out of Skyhold’s gates you were opening yourself up to every facet for danger and peril. But it could’ve been worse -- you could’ve not had the Commander waiting for you each time you returned. The wrinkles upon Cullen’s face when he smiled at the sight of you and the way his eyes glimmered would’ve been awful to miss out on. 

“Emerald Graves,” Cullen said quietly to himself as the two of you walked the barracks. “How was it?” The day you were expected to return Cullen couldn’t help pacing about Skyhold’s courtyard -- letters only did so much, after all. Your first evenings back were always spent catching up with your Commander -- ‘strategy and reports’ were the official reasoning, but everyone knew better. 

You chuckled. “Well, considering on the first day we stumbled into a dragon... I’d say just peachy. But otherwise, peaking so quickly the rest felt a bit boring.” 

“Oh, I know that can’t be true,” Cullen remarked, nudging you amusedly. “Between your daily hobbies of reading and puzzles I find it hard to believe taking down red templars is ‘boring’.” 

Admittedly, he wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t exactly have a splendid time either. 

Taking down a High Dragon on the first day was an exciting, thrilling task, but a taxing one as well. Your magic had been unyielding and vigorous but each spell cast brought a shiver down your spine and fire sparking in your lungs. It took all your remaining strength not to collapse alongside the dragon when the beast fell in defeat. 

Since then you’d made poor attempts to keep your shambling body under control -- sparks of magic erupting from your fingertips and a continuous delirium heavy upon your mind. The reason most of your trip was ‘boring’ was because you could barely remember it. Even now your magic had yet to settle itself. You clenched your firsts together tightly just to keep a crackle of lightning or an inferno from surging out. 

“I mean it,” You managed a faint if strained laugh. “I doubt Varric would even use any of it for his writing.” 

Mentioning Varric reminded you that you’d have to actually ask him for a recap. 

“Nothing... bad happened did it? Nothing you’d want to leave out of reports?” 

Cullen was always dreadfully good at reading people -- something awful considering he himself could be impossible to read in comparison. 

A red hot searing pain pressed against your skin and you cringed, knowing it all too well. You clenched your jaw. “No! Nothing. Just uneventful.” 

“I didn’t think such a thing existed in Thedas,” Cullen muttered. “Especially wherever the Herald of Andraste went.” 

Your strained laugh didn’t help to assuage his suspicions. It was slow and heavy like your slowing footsteps on the cobblestone. “Miracles still happen I suppose!” 

Cullen reached for your hands and even beneath the thickness of his gloves he felt the warmth radiating off you. His eyes widened like saucers and his brows furrowed into a deep knot. “Maker’s breath, are you alright?” 

You wrenched your arm back as a sharp sting burst at his touch. Your feet staggered backward against the barrack wall and that split second in which your hands broke apart was all it took for your secret to be revealed. 

In an instant, an explosion of lightning crackled forth from your fingertips and a ripple of pain shot through your core. Your legs buckled beneath you and you folded your stomach over your hands as you hunched over, heaving and gasping from the small shocks still igniting. 

Anyone else would’ve run -- perhaps to find help or to shelter themselves. Yet Cullen, as you’d found, wasn’t like most others. 

He rushed after you and knelt down with an expression painted with panic and concern. Cullen perhaps best represented the definition of a worrier. 

“What’s happening? What can I do?” He looked over you frantically. His hands were stretched out but still utterly bewildered on just what to do. This wasn’t a blood mage revealing themself or a demon overtaking a vessel in a possession. This was you, his love, in pain and afraid. 

Whatever words you managed to sputter out were lost in a harrowing scream. Tears brimmed at the edge of your eyes and your heart had leaped to your throat. The only thing you could manage to do was look up at Cullen. It reminded Cullen how he couldn’t stand to be helpless. 

He wanted to do something. He had to do something, and so he did the only thing that came to mind. He held you.

He pulled you into his arms and gripped you tight. One could’ve thought you stood on the edge of disaster by his hold, and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. 

When he held you, you felt the soft fur of his shroud and took in the smell of Skyhold’s garden and the thick smell of ink and parchment from all his reports and writings. He truly never stopped working, did he? 

The thought brought up a weary laugh. Your throat had gone hoarse from your yelling, leaving your shoulders heaving and dry breaths spilling out -- but for just a moment you laughed. In the next few seconds the pain would overwhelm you to such an extent that you’d pass out but even if only briefly, you knew relief. 

You later woke in your quarters, moonlight streaming through the windows and the faintest night breeze sweeping under your blankets. From the hall, you heard Cullen’s voice amid a few others, hushed and nervous until the door was shut. 

You hardly managed to sit up before realizing the weight hanging over your chest. Your lungs scrambled for a breath and each inch of yourself was wracked with discomfort. The pain you’d known was gone, at least. 

Cullen entered the room slowly but at the sight of you, he bolted to your bedside. “You’re up! How’re you feeling?” 

“About as expected,” You groaned. “Have you been here the whole time?” 

Cullen scoffed as if the answer were clear as glass. “Of course. Where else would I be?” 

“Well, didn’t you have others thing to do I-I didn’t mean to-” 

“Hush. I want to be here,” A grin cracked across his face. “It’s not like I’d rather be writing those damned reports anyway.” 

He paused, reaching his hand up to touch you but hesitated. You’d been in so much agony earlier. 

“Can I...?” 

You nodded and took Cullen’s hand to press against your cheek, sinking against his palm and all the grooves and healed over scars drawing his skin. 

You offered him a gentle smile, but a tinge still weighed upon Cullen’s shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” 

It was a question that warmed your heart. You pressed a small kiss to his palm, and all the pain of earlier felt so far away.

“I will be.” You murmured. “Would you stay until then?” 

It was a question that you both already knew the answer to. Still, Cullen nodded, saying a quiet ‘yes’. 

And if only a little bit, you already began to feel better. 

[sleepy-sunlight]

So you could say I’ve been a bit inactive (humongous understatement I know) but how is everyone doing?

[mothpoem]

so direct action is not an option available to you. what can you do right now instead?

Be mindful of the content you’re putting on your social media accounts. Stop retweeting/reposting violent images and videos of black people dying. Know that content like this, even with trigger warnings included, can be very emotionally disturbing/distressing and yes, even traumatic, for black people navigating the internet right now.

Report any images and videos you see where protestors’ faces are visible/unblurred, particularly in content surrounding the lootings. Don’t retweet or repost these images and videos. This can be a death sentence. 

DONATE, PARTICULARLY TO MINNESOTA-BASED BLACK YOUTH MOVEMENTS / MUTUAL AID FUNDS WHO ARE DOING WORK ON THE GROUND. FOLLOW/BOOST IF YOU CAN’T.

• The Minnesota Freedom Fund, a mutual aid group fighting back against the unjust MN bail system, is taking donations. (Twitter)

• The Black Visions Collective, a Minnesota-based freedom fighter organization creating campaigns for justice, is taking donations. (Twitter)

• Reclaim the Block, a coalition to demand that Minneapolis divest from policing, is taking donations. (Twitter)

• Crowdfunding for black trans people in need thread. 

• Comprehensive Minnesota bail fund/support document for May and June.

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also i want to emphasize donating to black visions, reclaim the block, and mnwfpc over mnfreedomfund as they’re actively on the frontlines and the freedom fund already has a lot of donations! if you’re located outside of the us, donate to reclaim the block via MPD150′s paypal 

also consider donating to https://www.welovelakestreet.com/, which is dedicated to helping rebuild small businesses 

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I've also finished Dragon Age 2 if anyone is interested in requesting for that series! I'm replaying Inqusition now and it's getting me so excited to write again! I hope to have something for you all soon 💞💞

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Just finished Origins officially (I know took forever haha!) But send in all the Alistair prompts you want cause I love that doofus as well as any other character! It was a wonderful game and I can't wait to expand more on my world and characters for it!!!

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Happy Holidays!

Howdy! If today, you’re celebrating Christmas, I hope you’ve had nothing short of an absolutely terrific day! If not, I still hope you had the best day possible, and whatever holiday you do celebrate (if any) I hope exceeds your hopes and dreams! 

I hope to come out with a prompt for New Years soon, so if you guys have any requests for specific characters or any particular ideas I’d be delighted to hear them! I’m sincerely sorry for my inactivity but I’m truly thankful for all of your patience and encouragement in spite of it.

This blog has truly given me the opportunity to expand upon my writing abilities and write about my favorite characters and finding that others enjoy it has brought joy for me like nothing else. I have met so many kind, thoughtful, and wonderful people through these stories and please know that each and every one of you have a special place in my heart. I only hope that through these prompts I’m able to give back to you the happiness you’ve gifted me. 

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Can i get some,,,trans man inquis/trans man bull w bull makin the inquisitor feel better bc he understands the struggles - its ok if its too much to ask ive just been feeling a bit Unvalid with my identity and im love bull

I’m absolutely more than happy to write this prompt for you! While you may be struggling with yourself please know that no matter what your identity and who you are is both incredibly valid and wonderful! You are an amazing person deserving of all the love in the world! <3 

Trigger warning for Gender Dysphoria. I’ll add tags for anyone but just another forewarning if you’re uncomfortable with that subject matter

Enjoy the prompt!  ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, hands grazing over your body tentatively not with care but with unease – tangles upon tangles ensnaring themselves in your stomach.  

Nothing about it was right from the tiniest to the most glaring of flaws you saw and scrutinized them all. You felt as if every single part of you was missing a detail – like a sculpture abandoned in the middle of its creation you were seemingly scattered with tiny, insignificant details that culminated in a glaring misconception of who you were.  

You knew you were a man – you felt it from the deepest parts of your heart and soul, but from the back of your mind – that nagging, that incessant, horrible, cruel hiss in the back of your mind said otherwise.  

You weren’t enough.  

No matter how much you tried – how much you strived – you’d never be a-

“Kadan?” The deep guttural voice that so usually calmed and warmed your heart nearly caused it to leap from your chest, an inexplicable shot of shame rippling through you as you scrambled to hide all those mistakes you thought riddled your body. “What’re you-”  

He emerged from the hall into your quarters and the bright smile stretched across his face muddled into a worried knowing at the sight of you stranded in front of the mirror. “Oh… Kadan… what’re you doing?”  

You clamped tight onto your sides and your throat almost tightened as much as your sealed lips – you pried them open only to make dry, weary words. “N-Nothing just – just looking.”  

It clicked in the Iron Bull’s mind in an instant, and his shoulders dropped with a sigh. He took a few more steps forward and settled down on the creaky old chest before your bed. His fingers locked together and his heavyset arms tipped against his knees thoughtfully, focusing on you with a sort of gentleness one found all too rarely – with or without the wartime setting.  

“Do you want to talk about what you were looking at?”  

You glanced at his chest scars, engraved along his skin like brush strokes upon a painting – they told a journey, one of strength and character that poured from him from the very glint in his gaze. You yearned for that security, that belief not just in how the rest of the world saw him but for how he saw himself.  

You felt as if you could only wish for such a thing.  

Your heart panged and you swallowed hard. If anyone were to understand it’d be him – you were okay – you were safe. He wasn’t here to judge, and he certainly wasn’t here to add further fuel to the fire.  

“I just…” You wrinkled your nose in frustration. “I don’t feel like I’m enough – like I’m not enough of a man. I-It’s like I’m some sort of imposter or I’m just mimicking the other men around me!”  

“A-And I know I’m not – I shouldn’t – compare myself to other men but I-I just… I see men like Cullen and I – I just see everything I’m not, like I’m wearing some c-costume! I’m not-”  

“Hey there, slow down.”  

The Iron Bull stood up and took your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against your cheeks with such a tenderness you swore you could’ve melted. He wiped away at the tears that had just begun to sting at your eyes, though even with your blurring vision you could still see the sincere tenderness overwhelming his expression.  

He eased his forehead against your own, the comfortable, steady breaths of his own beginning to calm your ensnared nerves.  

“I felt the very same way you did – I still do sometimes.” The Iron Bull spoke gently. “But those thoughts don’t define who you are, they never will. They’re called intrusive for a reason, Kadan!” The hearty laugh he gave brought a smile tinging your expression.  

“But… do not ever let those intrusive thoughts take away from what’s true.”  

“And what’s that?”  

He chuckled and turned you to the mirror where he wound his arms around you as if you were the most precious treasure he’d ever found throughout his travels. It brought a warmth swarming in your chest and that mere hint of a smile stretching to something more, something genuine.  

“That you are a ridiculously fucking handsome man.” Iron Bull beamed. “I mean seriously, I ought to write your parents a thank you letter.”  

“Oh, for Andraste’s sake!” You brought into a fit of laughter that was hardly helped by the kisses Bull began to pepper against your skin, sweeter than sugar. “You’re such a sap!”  

Bull’s laughter weaved through your hair and he closed his eyes. He wasn’t one who’d do such a thing very often, instead often racing to the next opportunity, the next adventure – yet now, he wanted nothing more than to never let this moment pass. If the sun never fell that’d be alright by him, and frankly, it suited you just fine too.  

“Only for you Kadan.” He let out a heavy breath and his lids flickered open, watching you through the mirror attentively. “And you know why? It’s ‘cause you are the damn most amazing person I’ve ever met, and you are deserving of everything this messy ass world can offer – everything my messy ass can offer,” Bull snorted. “You may not see who you are in that reflection, but you are still a man and no force on this world can change that – no intrusive thoughts or dick-bag nobles included.”  

Bull squeezed you lovingly and your heart thought it might threaten to burst.  

“One day you’ll look in that mirror and you will see exactly who you truly are, and you know what you’ll think?”  

“Hm?”  

“’Wow, I really am a man,” He paused. “…and Bull was very right – as always.”  

“Those words exactly?”  

“Precisely.”  

“Why don’t you just stick around for that day? Then you can just say that last part.” You asked, sinking against him as you reflected.  

You might not be at that perfect point today, but one day you would see the exact man you felt inside of you.  

And at that moment, you felt just a tad bit closer.  

“Kadan, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”