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i keep these longings locked in lowercase, inside a vault — ✧ i keep recalling things we never did messy top lip kiss how i long for our trysts
The fact that if you romanced cullen he sends a letter to the Inquisitor that pretty much goes
"Babe I'm literally THROWING clothes into a bag to come up there RIGHT NOW but I gotta wait til the dogsitter gets here and the puppy is chewing on this letter as i write it. Sorry. In fairness you saw him on the street and just HAD to have him. On my way to kill and/or die for you, see you soon ❤️"
I made a "married to Cullen" meme.
4 am first kisses
Illustration for a forthcoming retroactive (lol) update to my DAI fic In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Treveyan | E | 494k WIP | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World)
The full scene can be read here
It’s as if she took a sledge to the last of his defenses. Cullen rushes forward, his lips nearly bouncing off of hers as she meets him. Even with the help of steadying hands, it’s as chaste and ungainly as he feared it would be. With a smack of lips he pulls back. “Sorry. Sorry.” Rose looks stunned, her eyes as round as moons, her glossy lips agape. “I should have asked,” he flounders. But she only shakes her head, clasps his face in her hands and reminds him how it’s done. He melts into her mouth, into her softness, fingers into hair, breath to breath, head swimming like he’s halfway through a demijohn of sacramental wine. “You should probably— get to whatever it was— you were going to do—” He mutters between kisses. “Funny thing, you’re actually my entire agenda this morning,” she answers, drawing genuine laughter from his chest. His lungs ache as he suppresses it. “We’ll wake someone,” he argues, his smile insubordinate. Inches away the wry glint in her eye looks like sparks. “Then shut me up.” “I— all right.”
Taking work home is bad for your neck🤫
Happy Dragon Age NIGHTS
Full pic on Bluesky 🥰
Brianna answered my question about Cullen's original proposal plans!!
Cullen peeps come get your food!!
A moment, at the end.
I recently commissioned t/nomiiart @nomiiart for this wonderful art of my Inquisitor Kari and Cullen to celebrate finishing Dragon Age: Inquisition!