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[kagetsukai]

M for Cullen and whomever! 💜

I am actually writing Dance!Fic right now, so Cullen and Ellana are a bit on the forefront :D I hope you like this fluff-fest! 

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Cullen knew how much Ellana disliked the stormy weather that raged outside, so he made sure to get home as quickly as he could. The rain, while intense, presented no real danger to his safety. Besides, he actually enjoyed watching the patterns in the sky as lightning zig-zagged here and there. The moment he stepped through the front door, though, he was greeted by a worried girlfriend.

“Cullen!” Ellana exclaimed and ran up to him. “You’re home safe!”

He chuckled as her small arms enveloped him in a hug that could probably crush his rib cage if he let it go on for too long.

“It’s not that bad out there, I promise,” he said. “I didn’t slide on the road even once.”

Ellana’s darling face was still buried in his chest so he took great pains to gently extract himself from her death grip and embrace her in turn. This wasn’t how she normally reacted to rainstorms, so he briefly wondered what might have triggered it. For now he would hold her, sharing his body heat.

“I’m just glad you’re back,” she mumbled and finally looked up. 

Cullen frowned, immediately recognizing signs of distress on his beloved’s face.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. “Did something happen?”

She shook her head.

“No,” she said, paused, reconsidered, then continued in a smaller voice. “Yes? We’ve had a series of nearby lightning strikes and they rattled the whole house. I hated it.”

A surge of protective feelings filled Cullen’s heart as he pulled Ellana even closer against his body. He hated seeing her scared - no matter how silly it seemed to be afraid of the lightning - so instead of saying anything further he lifted her face to his and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her trembling mouth. He stayed like that for a while, caressing lips against lips, until she no longer clutched at him for comfort. By the time they broke apart, her cheeks were pleasantly flushed and her breath was coming in short, hiccuping bursts.

“Better?” he asked quietly.

Ellana smiled up at him, making his chest grow warm.

“Yes.”

[thevikingwoman]

I want to join DWC, please. Requestor’s choice for prompts.

Hey sorry if I missed a message or ask at DWC! I think I vaguely recall you asked to join and it must have slipped my mind. Apologies! 

I’ll put you on the list :)

[thereluctantinquisitor]

@irlaimsaaralath replied to your photoset: Sometimes, you just feel like adding a Scruffy...

He’s kinda magnificent.

[Arios greatly approves]

[randomnonsensedragonage]

For DWC: “I’m going to teach you how to dance, come here." Pairing of your choice.

This is a little unpolished, but I wanted to finish at least one thing for tonight’s @dadrunkwriting. I decided to do this for Isabela x Hawke.

Much as Corin enjoyed sexwith Isabela, in some way her favorite part was after they finished. She likedlying in bed—sated and sleepy—and watching Isabela dress. She liked theirchats, which somehow came more easily than they did at other times.

Tonight, Isabela sat atthe edge of the bed lacing up her long boots. Corin grinned sleepily, reachedover and tugged at the end of her tunic. Isabela playfully whacked her handaway.

“We’ll be here all nightif you keep that up.”

Corin sighed, proppingherself up on one elbow. “Would that be so bad?”

Isabela reached over torun a hand down Corin’s jaw, briefly cupping her chin. “I’m sure you have placesto be, sweet thing. Just like I do.”

Corin tried not to shiverat the contact, or frown once it was gone. She rolled her eyes instead. “Yes. Another horrible party withmy mother and a bunch of boring nobles. I’m sure whatever you have planned ismuch more fun.”

Isabela grinnedcrookedly. “Oh, I don’t know. There must be somethingfun about it.”

Corin frowned, considering.“Dancing is fun, I guess.”

“If you say so.”

Corin sat up to get abetter look at Isabela, knees pulled up to her chest. “You say that like you’venever done it before.”

Isabela shrugged. “Ihaven’t. Never learned.”

“You never learned to dance?” Corin was shocked. She was newto dancing the noble way, sure, but she’d also danced back in Lothering, atharvest festivals and things.

“It’s just dancing,”Isabela said, narrowing her eyes. “Lots of other ways to have fun.”

“No,” Corin said,clambering out of bed. “I can’t let this stand. I’m going to teach you how todance.”

She reached for Isabela’shands, pulling her to her feet. Isabela rolled her eyes, but let Corin draw herclose.

“I need to go.”

“Come on. Just for a fewminutes.”

Isabela sighed, butrelented. Corin managed to show her a few simple steps. Isabela cooperated forawhile, but soon grew bored with waltzing. She grabbed Corin’s hands and theytwisted, dipped, and twirled each other around the room, laughing all thewhile.

[pinayelf-archive]

irlaimsaaralath replied to your post “princessvicky01 replied to your post “[[MO I think the most...”

Maybe I just haven't been on Tumblr long enough to experience this or maybe my stuff just doesn't get seen, but I've yet to encounter this problem. I know it exists, though, but I'm just over here like, look. I'm in all shades of debt, my cat is dying, I don't know where my life is going, and I'm almost 40. The last thing I have time to worry about is if someone finds the fictional subject of my fanfic-y love/lust/affection problematic because they don't like  the ship. Go find something real to worry about, folks. (The haters, I mean, not you guys.) Just seems like people that would throw hate for this kind of thing have way too much time on their hands.  

I’ve been in waaaay too many fandoms for my own good lol, that’s why. It’s always the same cycle. 

I see the value in criticizing media but some people on here do it like it’s their job, I just don’t understand how always critiquing something you like is enjoyable, cause I don’t 

I don’t even ship C/ullen and A/nders, I just romanced both of them and I love the both of them and I just don’t feel like I have a safe space on this hellsite to like gush about the two of them w/o people coming into my inbox and starting Discourse TM

[captainceranna]

4B for Cullen and a human Inquisitor! With red hair, if you're doing color. And I'm not being too needy. *splutter* Thanks!

Thank you so much for the prompt!  I just happen to have a red-headed inquisitor, so here is Cullen and Trev :D

Send me 2 characters and a pose!

[kurogoesinthedas]

Abelas in Subtle Melancholy?

this was nice to work with!

[ma-sulevin]

For DWC: sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items For whoever you like.

Once upon a time, @sloth-race made a drawing of Maeve shaving Bull’s head for him, based on my desperate begging. Here’s that scene written out for you and @dadrunkwriting

Maeve moves carefully, each scrape of the razor over Bull’s gray skin removing another line of white hairs and shaving cream. She wipes the razor on the towel resting over one of his horns, humming something tuneless as she works.

Bull holds very still, watching her movements in the mirror, smiling softly at her. It feels right to have her here like this, so relaxed, so open.

She catches him watching her and her face breaks out in a wide smile. Her cheeks darken a little as she tries to control her expression, but it’s too late. Bull’s already seen it, and she knows he won’t forget.

Instead of teasing her, though, he quietly asks, “Almost done?”

She nods, running her fingers over a patch of shaved skin. “Look down.”

He obeys her, looking forward to make it easier for her to shave at the base of his skull. When she finishes, she dips the razor in the water basin and carefully dries it off, then squeals as Bull yanks her into his lap to nuzzle into the soft curls that cover her own head.

“You need a cut too, don’t you,”  he observes. Her hair has grown out lately with Cian too busy to shave it for her, curling at the nape of her neck and over her ears. He nuzzles against her again, pushing a new laugh from between her lips. “Sit here, let me help.” 

She obeys him as easily as he obeyed her, settling on his lap and waiting patiently as he pays the same careful attention to her head as she did to him. He moves carefully, transforming her hair to the neat style she prefers without knicking the skin.

When he’s done, he cleans the razor and wipes the excess cream from her head, then pulls her back against his chest to kiss the top of her head.

That feeling burbles up in his chest again, the one that says this is right and home and he can’t say that he loves her, but... 

He doesn’t know how to keep it to himself either.