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So I made this ages ago for my pal @roguelioness for Valentine’s Day, and I forgot about it and it hung out in photoshop for a while, but I remembered!! finally!!! 

Have a sketchy doodle of her Amaryllis Trevelyan and my Catelyn Lavellan sharin’ some smoochies. 

Much love, RoLo!!! Thanks for bein a swell mutual and reading my stuff when I’m nervous about it <3 

(also what is hair? how do noses work? why did I give Cat the most complex tattoo? i guess we’ll never know)

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Here is the first of my Valentine’s Day presents!

For @ma-sulevin of my Cat and her Nora Lavellan havin a cute smooch :)

A super lazily colored, sketchy doodle of these elf nerds for one of my first mutuals! Hopefully I did the lovely Nora justice while i dabble in visual art.

(also side note, I realized that the initials of my blog are j-a-d-e and i am living for it)

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Made an impromptu decision while writing today…before Cat and Cullen get together…. Cat and Bull hook up. I have no regrets.

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Prompt for tonight's DWC! “Shut up and kiss me” for your favorite pairing.

Favorite pairing? They are all my favorites! Very well…Cullavellan it is ;)

“Adamant Fortress?” Cullen’s incredulous voice rings out across the seemingly enormous War Room. “It is impenetrable, and you are suggesting that we wage war on the Grey Wardens within it?” “Yes?” Cat offered, suddenly less sure of her decision. Leliana and Josephine made eye contact across the War Table before sweeping out of the room, leaving nothing but the echo of a slamming door, and near-palpable tension hanging in the air between the Inquisitor and her Commander. “Cullen, you have to understand why I must do this–“ “Shut up,” he ordered, striding around the table to stand only an arm’s length away from her. Cat blanched. “What?” “Of course I understand why you have to do this. That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he said, stepping closer and extending a gauntleted hand towards her cheek. “I-“ “Shut up and kiss me,” Cullen said, closing the gap between them, and sliding his hand towards the nape of her neck, and into her hair, tilting her head back slightly. Eyes nearly brimming with tears at the thought of the sentimental fool in front of her, Cat pushed him away with a scoff before throwing her arms around his neck and leaping into his waiting arms to crush her mouth to his.

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I commissioned the amazing @earthprincewu to draw my sassy, stabby, mage baby, and I am utterly obsessed! She's so adorable I could cry! Thank you 💜

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Prologue of my first fic has been posted!!!! Very excited! Please enjoy <3 

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford Summary:

Catelyn Lavellan has been on the move her whole life, first running from Templars in the Denerim Alienage, and then leading a nomadic lifestyle with her Dalish clan. A freak accident puts her in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she somehow ends up at the center of a rebellious religious/political upstart, trying to save the damn world when it doesn't seem to want to be saved.

It doesn't help that she can't seem to take anything seriously.

It also doesn't help that she seems to have a thing for strapping young templars.

It definitely doesn't help that a certain ancient Magister seems to have gotten into her head.

Perhaps whoever said that "absolute power corrupts absolutely" wasn't too far off...

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Cullavellan Week Day #4- Affection/Intimacy

It was really hard to choose between cute and NSFW...so I didn’t. I might post my NSFW version of this prompt tomorrow ;) for now, enjoy a cute lil Cullen POV

(yet again, much love to @cullavellanheaven​ and @cullavellanweek​)

During the long afternoons after Cullen first kissed the Inquisitor, he found himself noticing more of the little things she did. Perhaps it was the fact that he could remember the feel of her soft lips on his, the way her hands fisted in his shirt, the muffled “mmph!” sound she made when he kissed her, and the way it sounded deliciously like a moan. 

 He now sat in the tavern, trying not to let his mind stray back to those delightful moments on the battlements, listening to Iron Bull and his Chargers telling stories that got more outrageous as the drinks flowed. Sometime after a story about walking trees, the door to the Herald’s Rest opened, and, arm in arm, strode in Dorian and Catelyn. Her cheeks were flushed, and her grip on her fellow mage’s arm was tight, telling Cullen that they had probably dipped into Dorian’s personal stash of Tevinter wines. She parked herself on a table, while Dorian, Varric, Sera and Blackwall took seats in the chairs around her, and it seemed Cullen wasn’t the only one who couldn’t help but be drawn to her, like the sun. Watching her now, it was hardly any wonder. 

True to her namesake, Cat was a very cuddly person, especially while slightly drunk. She was currently holding one of Dorian’s hands in her lap, with a finger of her other hand twirled in Sera’s short blonde locks. Cullen had seen how, in the past, she had clambered up onto Dorian’s and Iron Bull’s laps just like a kitten, how she would often rest her head gently on Josephine or Cole’s shoulder while listening to others speak. Some part of her wanted to always be touching the people she loved, just to show them how she cared, and Cullen knew it was because she was worried that if she let go of them, they'd slip away, like sand. 

He watched the corners her brilliant violent eyes crinkle up as she laughed at something Sera had said, but didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed when she caught him staring at her. With her cheeks a beautiful rose gold from the alcohol, hair slipping down from her not-so-careful coif, Cullen was glad he got a little bit of her particular brand of love all to himself, and promised to himself that he would kiss the crooked smile off her face the next chance he got.