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Just picture a new rookie grabbing a drink with Cullen and Donnic seeing Aveline with Hawke and co. wondering just how the *hell* that group became friends

[Modern AU] - More info under cut

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[kiraamell]

Cullen Rutherford from Dragon Age Inquisition (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Inspired by @dragonfartart . I love her self-made animations and enjoy them! After I watched the newest Dragon age animation of her, I wanted to draw Cullen! 😳💓

I also made an animation of my drawing, but I don't know how to add it under this post... so I'll upload my animation after this.

I hope you like it c:

[enigmatist17]

Adore You (F!Trevelyan x Cullen)

I am in hell, and this awesome animation from @dragonfartart dragged me further into the hell that is Cullen Rutherford <3

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Cullen Rutherford was a stubborn man, always found working seemingly at every point of the day. Ask any agent of the Inquisition and they would all say the same, Cullen was a workaholic who put everyone else above himself.

It made forgetting his agony easy.

It starts to get harder when he begins to spend time with the inquisitor, Enora seeming to be the only person to take him from his duties. Be it a walk across the ramparts or dinner in the tavern, she only had to smile at him and the Commander followed without hesitation. The smiles are tight however, his shoulder is never fully relaxing as he accompanied her, those eyes never losing their haunted look. Cullen tries so hard to keep his pain hidden, but eventually, he slips up.

He and Enora had been quietly reading in her quarters, and the warm furs around him pulled Cullen to sleep. The soft scent of lemon and sandalwood begins to smell of sharp copper and burning wood, the gentle breeze turning into thick smoke.

He’s back in Kinloch, the pink dome encasing him making the air stifling and hard to move through. The bodies of those he once called family lies around him, each Templar’s face contorted with fear at the torture they had not survived. Cullen can barely breathe, on his knees as he tries to think of deliverance, of being freed.

“It’s time again, knight.” Suddenly there are blood mages, and he can feel them going through his mind. They want to break him, kill him, turn him into an abomination, use him as a puppet until he breaks. The demons they so often summon are waiting in the shadows, filling his head with promises and desires if he only just submits to them.

He can feel one grab his arm, and Cullen fervently tries to smite them, to get them far far away from him and to stop touching him before they pull him down into his hell once again and-

“CULLEN WAKE UP.” The voice, once that isn’t filled with anger and demonic possession breaks the spell, and Cullen is on his feet reaching for a sword, not with him. Kinloch is gone, he’s in a room he’s come to know with his lover on her hands and knees. His stomach churns at the sight of a smite’s effect on the person he was supposed to protect, the commander kneeling by her side.

“Oh Maker above I, oh I’m so sorry.” She’s cold to the touch, the mage leaning into Cullen’s chest as he scoops her up and onto the bed. Had he not awoken from a nightmare, Cullen would be wondering how he was able to even smite without his lyrium, but right now he’s more preoccupied.

“You didn’t mean it.” Enora feels like she’s been hit by a charging bear, but she’s more concerned with her partner as he sits on the edge of the bed. Cullen looks ready to bolt from the room, so despite the way her body did not want to be moving, Enora moves to sit up. The former templar notices and moves to her side without blinking, gently pushing her back down.

“You need to rest a moment.”

“I know my dear, but right now I’m not concerned about myself. Where were you?” He wants to say something, a joke or a lie, but the words just don’t want to leave Cullen’s throat. So they sit, Enora feeling more herself as the Fade comes back to her slowly. Cullen is pulled back, now lying with his head in her lap, the mage just running one hand through his curly hair while the other rests in his trembling hand.

“I was in Kinloch.” It’s been an hour when he finally speaks, eyes closed to avoid her gaze. “When the Blight was in its beginning…the Circle I was at was overrun with blood mages and abominations. For weeks I, along with the few who survived, were…we were…” She squeezes his hand, absolutely silent as he breathes in and out slowly. “By the time the Warden arrived, I was the only templar in the Tower who survived. I was given water enough to live, but only enough so they could keep trying to break me. I resisted, I wanted so much to be rescued by my brothers and sisters, but they never came. They took blood from me, blood to fuel their sadistic ritual, and were going to outright kill me before help finally came.”

“Cullen…,” What happened at the Kinloch Circle had been hidden from most eyes until the rebellion, but not one record named Cullen as a sole survivor of the mass templar slaughter that had occurred there. “I am so sorry.” What was there to say? It suddenly made so much sense now, she supposed, why he had been so hesitant in even giving her a chance at first.

“It wasn't your fault.” Cullen reaches up with his free hand, seeking her other hand. “For a long time, I let it consume me, to the point I never thought I could trust another.” It’s quiet for a few minutes, before Cullen moves, hugging Enora tight as they lie back together. She tries not to cry, and he wants to push his tears away, but they both fail. Years of training to oppress any weakness left Cullen’s cries silent, but the gentle hug and kiss to his forehead lets him know he’s heard. He drifts into sleep before he realizes it, gentle murmurs and touches keeping the nightmares away as night eventually turns to day. The former templar doesn’t wake until almost midday, and for once he doesn’t feel like moving.

He’s safe, Enora still in his embrace, and Kinloch is far far away in his memory for another time. They don’t speak of what happened, the two eventually separated for their duties the moment it’s known they’ve awoken. If anyone noticed the way he was less harsh with training that day, they don’t speak of it. Nor do those on the watch that evening speak of the way he and Enora move his meager belongings from his loft deep into Skyhold. If Enora could help their Commander sleep, it was all they needed to know.

The man deserved it, and for once the Maker provided.

[crym94]

MERRY CHRISTMAS @knifeearsairaly AND @dragonfartart (with a sneaky McManzo in the corner @aedesyr) <3 <3 <3 This was an incredibly hard and difficult year. Dunno what the future holds but lets hope for the best!

[astriaage]

In contribution to ^ that comment, I give you this minimalist Solas my friend drew me a while ago that I display proudly on my wall:

In conclusion: yes. You really can draw ANYTHING and make a scarily accurate Solas.

Abstract painting of Solas

[kiraamell]

Yeah... and this is my short animation c:

(Inspired by @dragonfartart)

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DAOctober #3 - Fav Companion | Nathaniel Howe

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#Solavellan mood @nataswilde as Ashara Lavellan, Plastic egg as Solas

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Un ottima prima impressione 👌

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They took a time-out of three years and Hawke still low-key think that it was for his bad sense of humor. There is also a speechless version of the drawing. Feel free to save it, add your dialogue and reblog it with the dialogue that works best with your headcanons! We had so many ideas for what Fenris was complaning for that it was so difficult to choose and it will be fun to see yours!

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Non fa una piega 👌

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@crym94 ‘s Hawke is in a romance that Anders definitely enjoys a lot <3 On tumblr is always fishing season! But if you want to see the picture without the bird migrations you can find the original picture on [Pillowfort <<]

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quando ti passano troppi blog di porno in bacheca e niente <3

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when in doubt, use swag 😎