Cullen Appreciation Week

We’ve hit Chapter 20!!! And there’s a lot to unpack with this one too. I hope it’s good for you ;) @cullenappreciationweek

Chapter 22: Ice Fire

Summary: The story of Kyrie Trevelyan, a pyromancer with a hatred of templars. Having been in the Free Marches while Kirkwall fell and before the explosion of the Chantry, she helped aid Anders in getting out people. With her mother they secured the safety of many young and old. When her mother was struck down by a templar she hunted him. Following him all the way to the Conclave, where she became the Herald. Only invested in revenge she is stunned by the amount of death and destruction around them. With offer to help her find the man responsible for her mother’s death she throws herself fully into the Inquisition. Things aren’t easy and every time she turns she feels the heat building. Can she trust this so called ex-templar? The world is burning and she’s Surrounded by Fire.

* “Right Hand” - Cullen Appreciation Week - Day 3 *

“Everything feels like it was worth fighting for.” - Post-game Cullen

Where does Cullen end up after Trespasser? Is it a happily ever after? We don’t have the answer. But we know you do!

For post-Trespasser day of @cullenappreciationweek, I’ve made an illustration of where I see Cullen possibly going in the future, according to my headcanon - the side of the Divine.

In my canon, Cassandra becomes Divine, and my Inquisitor, Verana-Kathryn, keeps the Inquisition as a peacekeeping force. Thus, for me, it isn’t difficult to see who might become the new Right and Left Hands: Cullen as the Right, and the Inquisitor as the Left. What better way for them to support and protect one of their dearest friends as she tries to stabilize the Chantry?

So here is how I imagine Right Hand Cullen might be depicted in an Orlesian Chantry window. ;)

A screenshot by @fontofnothing was used as a ref for his face.

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Also on deviantArt in higher resolution.

Day 1

Day 2 (pt. 1)

Ok, we have a new chapter and I am throwing it out there, the ending is… a big, BIG OMFG moment. I’m not sorry lol in fact I cannot wait for the inbox to flood with comments :)

Chapter 19: Burn

Summary:  The story of Kyrie Trevelyan, a pyromancer with a hatred of templars. Having been in the Free Marches while Kirkwall fell and before the explosion of the Chantry, she helped aid Anders in getting out people. With her mother they secured the safety of many young and old. When her mother was struck down by a templar she hunted him. Following him all the way to the Conclave, where she became the Herald. Only invested in revenge she is stunned by the amount of death and destruction around them. With offer to help her find the man responsible for her mother’s death she throws herself fully into the Inquisition. Things aren’t easy and every time she turns she feels the heat building. Can she trust this so called ex-templar? The world is burning and she’s Surrounded by Fire.

Loaning your Regency boys for a minute here, if you don’t mind it terribly! (Whoops, it’s on AO3, too!)

The journey from Brighton to Duke Vael’s estate in Mayfield was to last only two days, for the carriage Vael owned was of the latest technology, and the horse he owned a spirited, swift sort of a creature. Captain Rutherford had been granted a fortnight’s leave, which he was to spend entirety in Mayfield; he had neglected to write his sisters to inform them of his return to England, and therefore he was quite free to accept Vael’s invitation.

The man was seated beside him in the carriage, their fingers linked between their thighs as they engaged in light discourse on recent affairs; the risk of Vael’s servant overhearing them was small, but the possible consequences of the man witnessing a private exchange between them limited them to amuse themselves in only what was most proper intercourse.

“It seems we ought to make a stop soon. The storm shows no signs of tempering, and I believe we should soon be quite wet if we were to continue,” Vael remarked, nodding at the window. He proceeded to instruct the driver to stop at the next inn he was to see.

It wasn’t long before the carriage was pulled over and the Duke was negotiating a room at a small inn.

“Have you vacancy for my cousin and I?” Vael inquired, causing the Captain to blush in shame; they were not related, and the deceit offended his sensibilities, but he regained his composure to help the pretence.

The innkeeper, a bloated and ill looking fellow, broke into a vulgar smile: “Your cousin? Right. I apologise, sir, for we have but one room available. It comes with separate beds.”

No?

Have a preview:

My submission for @cullenappreciationweek 2019 - Day 7. 

Cullen as the Hero of Ferelden? Sure, why not!

Once upon a time, @jellysharkbat asked @cullenlovesmen - “Since I’m on a cullistair trip (again): do you or any followers know of any cullistair fics where Cullen’s the Warden?”

@cullenlovesmen pinged myself and @gowombat83 and we collectively came up with a whopping TWO stories. And short ones at that!

~ This, my friends, is a travesty. ~

One last Cullistair Kiss for @cullenappreciationweek 2019 - Day 7!

Hero of Ferelden

Having Alistair snuggled into my arms, I can hardly believe that I’m here. It’s been just over six months - too long, and yet… feels like no time at all has passed.

“I’m glad that you’re here, Cullen,” he whispers into the fading light of our tent.

I smile wide, leaning in and pressing our lips together, once - twice. It will never be enough. “I am too, Alistair.”

WIP but I’ll try to finish that one later.

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A mix for the last two days , friend + crossover ? 

You are in the mountains, my lady, get your coat!

Inspired by my talk with @aeducanka  particularly about the irony of picking this armor in Haven and then going to talk to Cullen. The man tries to explain to the Quizzie the nuances of mage-templar conflict and she just stands there like this and asks about chastity vows XD

Seriously though, I don’t think this scenario could have actually happenned with my Inquisitor because:

1) It’s a bloody winter

2)  Lizzie would blush herself to death if she were to show so much flesh in public

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Final photo submission for @cullenappreciationweek 2019 - day 7!

I’ve had so much fun digging up my favorite Cullen moments and creating a bunch of new ones for this event!

My final - FINAL submission for @cullenappreciationweek 2019 - day 7. 

I was asked to share this one specifically because it’s my total ideal endgame for Cullen and Alistair. I was told that this needed to be how I closed out my submissions for this week; with the perfect Happily Ever After!

Summary:

All they ever wanted was to live a long happy life with the family of their dreams. Sometimes, dreams do come true and good things do happen to good people.

This submission is safe for work, however, it does contain death in its most natural, beautiful state. (This is how I want to go when my time comes.)

Number 11 from the Kissing Prompts list, requested by @snippetsrus

“Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.” (Feel free to insert your own OC :3 ) * * * Cullen rose up slowly from a dream. It had been no nightmare- no harsh memory or cold fear, but something sweet and warm that granted contentment. That was more common these days. He glided toward wakefulness on easy wings, his mind fluttering from one half-formed thought to the other in the peace that surrounded him. A peace, he knew in his heart, that was granted by the one lying beside him. He could feel her there. The weight of her body next to his was a greater comfort than he had ever expected. With eyes closed, he allowed his sleepy mind to drink in the feeling of her closeness; the way she molded herself to him, her breasts against his back, her knees tucked behind his, her breaths soft and warm against his bare skin. One arm was thrown haphazardly over his waist. Cullen rolled over gently. He could hear and feel the change in her breathing- he did not have to open his eyes to know she stirred. “Mmmm.” Her voice was thick with sleep. Cullen smiled at the sound and followed it blindly, scooting over the disheveled pillows, moving his face closer to hers.. “Good morning,” he murmured, and found her brow. Stray hairs tickled his skin as he kissed her there. “G’morning,” she responded, and pressed an answering kiss to his collarbone. “Sleep well?” “Yes, thanks to you.” Cullen moved down, searching with his lips. He trailed kisses first over her eyelids, then the bridge of her nose, then the tip of it. She let loose a sleepy giggle; her mouth smiled against his stubbled chin.. So close, now. He tasted her cheek. The corner of her mouth- then he found her lips at last and caught them with his own. The kiss was soft and sweet, speaking all the feelings that he lacked the eloquence to describe with words. Gently he pulled away, and only then did he open his eyes. He was rewarded with the sight of a muzzy smile and a warm gaze shining from her beautiful face. The early morning light was just beginning to brighten the room, making her tousled hair glimmer and giving her the look of something angelic. A beautiful creature, far more than he deserved. Those wondrous eyes blinked sleepily. She stretched slowly, arching her back with all the luxury of a cat. “Let’s stay in bed a bit longer, love,” she sighed with that same smile, “Please?” Cullen’s heart was full, and he grinned at her naturally, without thinking. He was certain in that moment that if she had asked for him to bring down the very stars from the sky he would have found a way. “Of course,” he said, and drew her close against his chest, “Work can wait a while.” “Mmm.”

Part 10 - The final chapter! This ends my OTP epilogue for Cullen x Annabel post trespasser and has been an emotional journey. For those who have read and left comments/likes/reblogs/kudos - thank you so much, you really don’t know what it means to have your encouragement.

Summary (SFW): It’s Cullen’s birthday, and what better way to spend it then with his family? The Dad!Cullen domestic fluff we’ve all been waiting for. Enjoy!

Click for: Whole story on AO3 or Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

And just in time for the end of @cullenappreciationweek 2019!

Cake and Cuddles

It’s far too quiet.

Annabel frowns as she slips her jacket off. Worry and suspicion bicker for her attention as she climbs the steps, listening carefully for any telltale cries or screeches that she usually received on her return.

When Cullen hadn’t met at the gate, she wasn’t overly surprised. He must’ve had his hands full without her around, and she never could quite shake the pang of guilt that leaving her family behind brought with it. The fading sun’s rays now pave her way back to them with a welcoming orange glow, and warm eagerness begins to replace her trepidations.

Maker, but she had missed them. It had only been just over a week, but it had felt like a lifetime. No doubt her weary husband would agree. Smiling to herself, she rounds the corner of the steps to be greeted by her boys.

Prince, the great lumbering marabi, and so-called ‘guard dog’ doesn’t even raise an eyebrow at her approach. It seems the boys had thoroughly worn the old dog out, based on his heavy snoring, that continues while Arthur marches a carved pony up the great mountain of the dog’s side, oblivious that his mother was merely a few feet away. A second pony follows, or brave knight, it seemed, as the toys continued their quest along a treacherous path of a snoring mabari’s stomach. Piled either side of Arthur, one sprawled over the dog’s paw while the other lay spread over the floor with a miniature carved dragon still in hand were her little twins, Bryan and Maxwell.

Leaning on the bannister, she spends a few silent moments savouring the sight of them, the rise and fall of her toddler’s chests and the tiny snippets of playful conversation she catches from their big, but altogether still small, brother. Arthur had blossomed in Skyhold, having more attention, more care and more adventure than any young boy could ever wish for. As she watches, he suddenly exclaims something in gibberish, then reaches over to grab a report. It’s then that she spies the sprawled line of paperwork between his play area and her desk. Ah. So, the picture wasn’t quite so perfectly innocent after all.

Time and time again he’d been told to leave the desks and paperwork alone, and yet he seemed drawn to them with an endless fascination of putting chalk and ink to paper. The smile on her lips becomes slightly crooked, it seemed little Arthur was a perfect combination of her and Cullen, free-spirited but still with a love for paperwork. In fact, she had already requisitioned a bespoke miniature desk for him so he could ‘help’ by practising his letters and doodling on paper that didn’t contain important military secrets.

All but chuckling to herself, Annabel decides to intervene, it’s only then that she realises she can, in fact, hear two distinct snores. Twisting, she spies Cullen, sprawled over the small sofa, flat on his back, with a children’s book loosely held in one drooped hand while the other wraps over his latest prized possession. Baby Rose.

A BioWare crossover starring our favourite commander(s).