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Lmao, I made a Cullen X Hawke version of this meme. 😂

I always found it adorable that Cullen was so intolerant of mages in the game except mage Hawke.

Act 1

Cullen: I hereby strip Keran of all templar commissions.

Hawke: no, let him keep his status.

Cullen: so be it. *Keran remains a templar*

Cullen: mages and Templars can't be friends

Hawke: there's no middle ground?

Cullen: you're right. Perhaps mages would not go against the will of Andraste herself. I'll look into it. They need to be educated why the chantry works the way it is.

- Act 3 -

Cullen: put the mage (Alain) to questioning

Hawke: go easy on him, he helped me.

Cullen: you mean he was one of them save for a convenient last minute change of heart.

Also Cullen, exasperated: I'll encourage Meredith to take it easy on him.

Hawke:

I shit you not, this is a screenshot of right after Cullen stood up to Meredith....

Bruh, Hawke, do you something to confess or... 😂

this is one of those drawings that takes a ridiculously long time to finish, not because it’s so difficult but more because other things come in the way and then you just forget it ever existed. This one was just annoying, because by the time i finished working on one part, another needed adjusting and so it went on and on. I’ll never be entirely happy with it, but at least it’s presentable now.

Aveline doesn’t know Garrett as well as Bethany does… and Cullen didn’t know that he was introducing himself to his worst nightmare ( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛)

Hi there, anon! 

You are too kind; thank you so much! My goal is to have every M/M Cullen ship there is content for reblogged in here for your amusement as well as my own. :) Thank you for the prompt! This is a ship I’ve never written for before and my fingers are itching to try it out. Wish me luck, and please forgive the atrocious punctuation - it’s hard to stuff a lot of things in just five sentences. 

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Their eyes had met across the dinner hall and Cullen, well aware of Garrett’s arrival but reluctant to believe his ears over his eyes, had finally realised that it was true; the Champion of Kirkwall truly lived. 

Now, however, the man’s presence was solid - a hot breath on his neck, coarse beard around his fingertips, a strong arm encircling his waist, his lips wet with the man’s saliva - and hard to deny; it had been denial that had kept Cullen together all these years, but as he was swept off his feet and pushed onto his desk, the last of his doubts crumbled down like a decrepit wall: “It’s really you.”

Garrett chuckled, low and melodic, the puffs of air tickling the skin behind Cullen’s ear, “It is - and had I known you were here, I’d have come earlier.”

Cullen slid his fingers into the man’s hair - longer now, more a mess than ever before - and pulled him farther to better inspect him; the years had been hard on Garrett - new scars marked his face, and his eyes were tired, but the familiar glint of mischief shone through the layers of exhaustion, and Cullen grinned as he spoke, “Perhaps it’s better that you didn’t; your presence stirs up all kinds of trouble, if memory serves.”