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Something’s Gotta Give Revised Edition: Mommy Issues ✨
Chapter 4: Ashvalla gets a visit from mother’s past, and Cullen protects her honour 😏
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WANTED: Someone for Ash to take her irritation out on
MUST HAVE: A fur mantle, broad shoulders, lip scar, a past as a templar which makes him unattainable, name that starts with C and ends in ULLEN, and to say something stupid so she can be justified
REWARD: Getting pestered by a buxom blonde
The perfect resting spot for Cordelia’s head after a long day at the clinic 🥰
From forwards, beckon, rebound — Lavellanxf!OC, co-written with @bibutterflies
six sentence sunday
thanks to @a11sha11fade for the tag! it's been a minute since i've done one of these, so i'll tag @dreadfutures, @dumbassentity, and @lamiahypnosia - and anyone else who wants to participate! no obligation, as always.
now, have some possessed trans avvar mage reopening the rift at the breach. as a treat. you deserve it. 💖
Similarly, he tears his gaze away from it, tossing it toward Cassandra, who seems to lead the rest of the soldiers here. They are awaiting word, a signal, anything to direct them in what they need to do, and she watches him, waits for his action. He nods, hefting the staff in his right hand as he steadies, readies himself before reaching out with his left. The mark quivers as if in anticipation, sputtering briefly before connecting with the clumsily closed rift. Opening feels very different than closing, as instead of channelling energy through the mark and into the veil tear to repair it, he’s pulling it out, exposing the still-present weakness under the layers of scar tissue it’s built up in its defence. It washes over him and he feels dizzy with the influx of power he’s directly pulling from it, but Wisdom thrums within him, bracing him against the onslaught as if it were a wave that has to be withstood as the mark meticulously disassembles the knot that plugs the rift.
Something’s Gotta Give Revised Edition: Bosoms On The Mind
Chapter 6: Cullen is definitely NOT looking at Ash’s chest, thank you very much 😤
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"I fail to see what the problem is with a mage wearing mage's robes." All the others around them pretended with varying degrees of success not to appear as though they were listening in—nosey brats.
"That doesn't mean you should be left unprotected." Gruff insistence darkened his eyes, and Ash cursed him for how handsome he looked, even while reprimanding her for her choice of attire. "I will commission the blacksmith to have something made, a chest plate, perhaps."
She nodded sagely, glancing at her chest and the useless buttons of her vest. "Thinking about my chest, were you, Commander?"
Bright pink suited his complexion; it complemented the hazel of his eyes and brought some life to his colourless cheeks. His eyes darted down to her chest before quickly scampering away to just about anywhere else. "No, um, I…I was not thinking about…" He pinched the bridge of his nose, avoiding looking at her directly. "I simply meant…I was concerned about your safety, that is all."
"Maybe you're right, I should protect my assets. Someone has to be responsible for giving you soldiers something to fight for." Her grin nearly split her face, her arm under her breasts pushing them up, if only to fluster the Commander just a little bit more.
Leliana's musical giggle fluttered up from behind her, and triumph coursed through her veins. Cullen threw his hands up in exasperation. "Maker's Breath, why do I even bother?"
Something’s Gotta Give Revised Edition: Testing the Commander’s Patience
Chapter 8: To the surprise of absolutely no one, Ash continues to pester Cullen, and…makes some friends along the way
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"It's good for her to have you here," he said, unguardedly honest. "She's noticeably less…"
"Less what?" Ash prompted with a feigned innocence as she clasped her hands behind her back. "Less cunty?"
Cullen's expression flattened like trodden snow. "I was going to say 'sullen,'" he corrected.
Ash laughed, her nose wrinkling with delight. "You can admit it. 'Cunty' has a certain ring to it."
"If you insist, Ashvalla," he said, the formality of her full name oddly sweet on his tongue.
Something’s Gotta Give Revised Edition: 🤬 GIVE RAE BACK 🤬
Chapter 7: As pictured above, Ash is seconds away from losing her shit on Alexius
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Reactions to Ash’s crash out are as follows:
Varric - 🤨
Alexius - 😒
Rae - 😐 (she’s used to it)
Dorian - 😯
The Inquisition Scouts - 😧
Alexius’s Soldiers - 😠
Something’s Gotta Give Revised Edition: Eldest Sister Syndrome
Chapter 5: Sisterly smackdown distracts Inquisition troops, and Cullen says Ash’s full first name (spoiler: it’s hot)
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Dear Reader,
While you might be tempted to take my furless mamae’s side, I would advise extreme caution. All I have done since arriving in this chilly place is point her in the direction of a man who might, for once, give her some stability. Yet, she spurns me at every turn. I can scent her interest, but she refuses to follow through. It is maddening, and I will be stealing her chicken as repayment for all my unappreciated hard work.
Stay sharp as my claws,
-Sweetpea
Another one of my Lavellan and Cullen from my fic “Something’s Gotta Give”
I just can’t get enough of them and their chaos 🥲
(Click the photo for better resolution cause Tumblr hates good resolution 👹)
