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But I miss when BioWare companions were unhinged.

Anders: terrorism

Fenris: woke up every morning, chose violence, and then chose Anders specifically

Dorian: HR violations

Blackwall: barn abandonment + fucking off to France to die

Iron Bull/Sera/Blackwall: banned from polite society

Shale: bird genocide enthusiast

Oghren: being Oghren

Solas: bald

Inspired by John Singer Sargent

Made entirely of openly bisexual/queer men

Made entirely of men who are vocal about being raised by single mothers on welfare

One of their members was adopted and raised by a Black woman and has said he "understands how his mother could hate 'the white man' and love him with her whole soul."

Were the first band to say, "No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist/MAGA U.S.A." on live television without ANY warning.

Literally released a song last year called, "The American Dream Is Killing Me"

Only hires ALL FEMALE bands to open for them to address inequality in the music industry

OPENLY tells trump supporters they are not welcome at their concerts.

Anyway, Enjoy Feb. 8th Magats! You're gonna hate it. :)

“Read it again,” the Inquisitor said, perplexed, staring at Josephine uncomprehendingly.

She frowned as she read it a second time, no doubt already planning the necessary damage control in her mind.

"We must protest the actions of the Bull’s Chargers in South Reach. While the presence of the Demons and Templars corrupted by Red Lyrium is undisputed, the necessity of your Dwarven miner collapsing the better part of a mountain on the enemy forces was hardly necessary.”

“Right,” Maxwell said. It didn’t make any more sense the second time around. “Does anybody know what happened here? What are they even doing in South Reach?”

“I believe I know the answer to that,” Cullen sighed. “It started about a month ago.”

OR

Bull has a crisis of faith after becoming Tal-Vashoth and his mind won't let him be.

Horns Up, Spirits High! was written for the Platonic Ideal 2025/26 for Squid-Head. Check out the rest of these amazing works here.

redraw of my beautiful wife :]

Citrus trio! 🍋‍🟩🍋🍊

Pose ref under cut

Unhinged Text Posts: Anders Edition (Part 20)

More Anders Text Posts: (x)

The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner Cinematography by Adrian Biddle

DEEPER THAN THE OCEAN ITSELF

Relationships: Cullen/Female Mage Trevelyan Rating: Explicit Chapter: Eighteen - Helpless Word Count: 108,172

Updates every Thursday! Posted to tumblr on Sat/Sun!

read on ao3

The Inquisition is done, the battle is won. The only thing to do now is continue. But Cullen Rutherford is only a shell of the man he once was, lyrium claiming more pieces of his body and his mind with each day. On a journey to Val Chevin, his ship wrecks upon the Waking Sea and Cullen finds himself at the mercy of the waves. Until a creature known as a siren rescues him and reminds him of what it means to be brave. [AU, semi-canon compliant]

"I am your friend. Ophelia." She held the cup again. "Rinse. Move slow, you've been… very sick for a while." His hand trembled as he accepted the cup, water spilling over the sides and falling down his fingers. What was wrong with him? When it sloshed again, her hand closed around his. The cup bumped against his lips and she hummed a quiet, soothing noise in prompting. He obeyed without thinking, and lukewarm water spilled over his cracked lips.

Rinse. He wiped his mouth, surprised at the growth around his face. It was never his preference to let it grow, preferring something a touch more neat. The only time it had ever grown unwieldy, he'd been fresh from lyrium and—

Lyrium. Lyrium. Lyrium. His throat burned again, but not with sickness. With want. With desperation. He croaked out words without hearing them. "Lyrium?"

"It's not time," she said quietly.

His hands flexed. Not yet. He could wait, couldn't he? He wasn't so far gone that he needed it. His chin dropped, an aborted nod which made his head spin. When his head settled once more, he studied her again. A round figure and too big eyes, russet skin and dark, tangled hair. Smears of darkness under her eyes. Her fingers twitched and tapped, studying him intently. Knowingly.

"You've been taking care of me?" It came out hoarse.

"Yes."

His thought raced. "Where am I?"

Explicit | Cullen x Ellana | WC: 150k+

Cullen must recover from the injuries he received at the Shrine, and let himself lean on others for help.

Chapter WC: 5.5k

Read it on ao3 here!

Excerpt under the cut

As promised, here are our other two activities!

First is the custom ship chart (with a sample filled out if you need an example to help you get started):

Second, we have a few Valentine's cards made by members of our community! These can be special cards from Cullen to your OC. Or, you can make your own to send from your OC to Cullen or from OC to OC, the choice is yours!

As a reminder, don't forget to use the tags:

#CullensLoveLetters and #cullenromancers so we can reblog your posts on our tumblr here!

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