#cullaara

[vakarians-babe]

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

[elfroot-and-laurels]

Veilguard please don't make Cullen a single father.

[vakarians-babe]

B1 for La'ara and Cuwwen pwease

:3

[elfroot-and-laurels]

for the kiss promps: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for . - for cullen and la''ara?? (also good luck with your grant applications!!)

Thank you Rhia! Nothing more humbling than having to write why you believe you should get funding so you can finish your degree 🥲 And I already have their first kiss written out for their canon but...technically this still counts since Cullen is the one who instigates that kiss.

                La’ara’s heart thrums in their chest, like the beating of a bird’s wings. The sudden space between her mouth and Cullen’s is strange and unwelcome—a sudden shift of reality after so long spent wanting to kiss him. When they focus their eyes once more, are really able to see Cullen in front of them, they understand why. Cullen looks down at her with eyes half drunk and half terrified, searching her face for any telltale sign of regret. A strange thing to do when their fingers are still twined with the ends of his curls at the nape of his neck.                 “I—I’m—” he begins, and already La’ara can feel him pulling away, back into himself, rationalizing his self-denial.                 “No,” she says, cutting off his apology before it can begin, pressing her lips to his once more, the first time she’s ever done so. This kiss is even more hungry than the first, more conscious and aware, more purposeful and seeking. This kiss is everything that has been building in La’ara’s chest since they first met Cullen back in Haven. This kiss is the end and the beginning and it is not enough, she isn’t close enough. They stand on the tips of their toes, palms flush against Cullen’s cheeks now, and despite themself, they can feel tears welling in the corners of their eyes.                 When the two of them break apart this time, Cullen is smiling.

[vakarians-babe]

i was tagged by @isayashai to do this kiss picrew and the dragon age brainrot is returned in full force so woe, dragon age smooches be upon ye

tagging @transgaledekarios @shivunin @star--nymph @pinayelf @nabulsi but no pressure as always

[elfroot-and-laurels]

the very lovely @pinayelf asked for "an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears" and how could I not oblige everyone's favorite Ellie her every desire?

                “So then.” Before, La’ara had thought often about how they might feel when this moment came to pass. She had never been sure, and even now, she cannot put a name to the emotion in their chest. As the sun begins to rise, far off beyond the Frostbacks, the only thing La’ara knows is that they cannot shake the feeling of emptiness.                 “So then,” Cullen echoes, crossing the space between the two of them.                 “It is finished.”                 “It is,” he agrees, coming up behind her on the balcony. Beneath, Skyhold still buzzes with the last few whispers of partiers, most of them too drunk to tell the time or too excited to care. And why should they not enjoy themselves? Corypheus is gone. The Breach is closed. The Orb is destroyed.                 The Orb is destroyed. Solas is gone. And it makes the sharpest kind of dread twist in La’ara’s stomach. No, it is not emptiness that they cannot shake. It is fear. Behind her, Cullen reaches out, enfolding her in a hug, resting his chin on her shoulder. They should feel safe, here. Protected, at least. But La’ara watches the sunrise, and she stands in Cullen’s arms, and she looks down over Skyhold, and she thinks this is only the beginning.                 “You should get some sleep,” Cullen offers, his voice barely more than a whisper tangled in the hair tucked behind La’ara’s ear. They should sleep, it’s true, but they find themself wondering: will the world still be here when they wake? Still, La’ara does nothing to resist as Cullen shepherds her into her room, toward her wardrobe and the bed. He knows the space as though it is his own, and in all ways that matter, it is, to be truthful. La’ara watches him as he pulls a simple linen nightshirt from their drawers, one that has been softened by age and use, and they wonder if this beginning will also mean an end, an end far worse.                 When Cullen comes back to La’ara’s side to hand her the nightshirt, she kisses him, hard and abrupt. He is unsure, surprised, and they cannot blame him. But when the two of them break apart and he sees the tears tracking down her face, he says nothing. Instead, he simply helps La’ara undress and climb into bed, and then he joins them, holding them atop his chest until the sunlight warms them enough to chase the chill from their bones and they can, at last, sleep.

[elfroot-and-laurels]

The icon, the moment, the Inquisitor, the Herald

[vakarians-babe]

NUMBER 3 FOR LA’ARA PLS??? 🤲🏻👁👁 (for the codex entries <3)

OOOOO kat ily thank you hehehehe i'll admit this is a loose interpretation of the prompt but alas.

Cullen (please rewrite this, Josie, there isn't time) Darling Dearest Cullen, Mo ghrá -

If you're reading this I've left this for Josephine to give you if I don't come back should something go wrong. I'm not sure what we'll find through the Eluvian. Please don't worry about Vivienne has insisted on coming with us, and Dorian. They've both discussed my arm at length. I'll be safer with them. I'll be fine. (no why would I write that if I'm - Josie, please make this make sense?)

I'm sorry. Tá grá agam duit. Go brách.

A crumpled paper, rippled with water spots. It looks as though it's been rescued first from a wastebin and second from an anxious pair of worrying hands.

Send me a DAI Codex prompt for one of my OCs

[vakarians-babe]

Ok maybe it's a few hours early but Happy Halloween from La'ara and Cullen! They're at the ball at Netherfield this year.

[vakarians-babe]

"I will come back, Cullen. I swear it." Alone in Skyhold's garden, together, they had never felt further from him. He closed his eyes, tightened his grip on her body, and still, La'ara felt as though there was an impenetrable abyss between them.

"How can you be sure?" His voice quavered, and as he spoke, the first tears began to slowly leak through his lashes, drip down his cheeks. They couldn't keep in their own tears now, and against their will, their eyes welled up, traitorous and stubborn. Raising her hand to brush Cullen's loose curl from his forehead, she swallowed back her the fear in her throat, shoved it down, deep inside, away from thoughts of the Arbor Wilds, Corypheus. The light of the anchor flickered uncontrollably, glittering green against Cullen's face, his eyelashes, the water tracking down his face, crystallizing him fade green, veridium. Once more, they swallowed, and then they spoke.

“Because I must.”

Based on N.C. Wyeth’s Tristram and Isolde.

B+W below the cut.

[vakarians-babe]

tagged by @cairamelcoffee to do the 5 song OTP playlist and OC song association and i'm gonna be insufferable 💗

tagging @zevrn @palipunk @cullenvhenan @ava-du-mortain 💗💗💗

5 Song OTP Playlist: Culla'ara I have a full Inquisition playlist here, but these are the romance songs💗

Ophelia - The Lumineers (mostly in the enemies stage of enemies to friends to lovers, while dealing with their preconceived notions and their own pasts)

Ah, ah, when I was younger I, I should've known better And I can't feel no remorse And you don't feel nothing back

I, I got a new girlfriend here Feels like he's on top And I don't feel no remorse And you can't see past my blindness

Oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind, girl, since the flood Oh, Ophelia, Heaven help the fool who falls in love

Gethsemane - Dry the River (the eventual thaw, falling in love like falling into an agonizingly deep hole with no way out, believing the other can't possibly feel the same way, as La'ara becomes the Inquisitor)

In the parliamentary houses There'll be talk of what this is With inexpert witnesses and evidence against us But I'll take my pound of substance From those insubstantial men Whatever their arguments I'll prove your innocence

Drag your holy horse cart in the sky When I wake up, oh yeah. Testify allegiance with more Puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah Every statue's weeping honey And it makes my sight go funny 'Cause I'm over sympathetic And I can't control myself

Leave that painful memory In the garden of Gethsemane

Ar Éireann Ní Neosainn Cé hí - The High Kings (pining, dreaming, hoping)

Last night in strange fields as I roved Such a vision I passed on my way A young woman so fair to behold That in seconds my heart was astray Oh she reached out a welcoming hand But I knew that it never could be And before I could kiss her sweet lips She had vanished forever from me

Better in the Morning - Birdtalker (newness, opening up, giving in, and learning to be with each other)

Be gentle with yourself as you uncover Your best kept secrets yet to be discovered In stillness, boys, clear water to the bottom You will do better in the morning I will do better in the morning

Fair - The Amazing Devil (knowing that this is It, this is what they want to fight for, what they both need no matter how the Inquisition ends)

"I've seen enough," he says, "I know exactly what I want And it's this life that we've created Inundated with the fated thought of you And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all Like petals in a storm

'Cause darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades At night when light is fading

Just to let you know I'm old, waylaid and feels like I am wading Into carpet burns and carousels Christ, you'll be the death of me"

OC Song Association: La'ara Ma'Suledin O'Cathasaigh

The Lost Words Blessing - Spell Songs (an anthem, a prayer, a blessing, a reminder of home and clan)

Enter the wild with care my love And speak the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as you travel far from heather, crag and river May you like the little fisher Set the stream alight with glitter May you enter now as otter Without falter into water

Look to the sky with care my love And speak the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as journey on, past dying stars exploding Like the gilded one in flight Leave your little gifts of light And in the dead of night my darling Find the gleaming eye of starling Like the little aviator Sing your heart to all dark matter

Walk through the world with care my love And sing the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as you stumble, through machair sands eroding Let the fern unfurl your grieving Let the heron still your breathing Let the selkies swim you deeper Oh, my little silver seeker Even as the hour grows bleaker Be the singer and the speaker And in city and in forest Let the larks become your chorus

And when every hope is gone Let the raven call you home

[vakarians-babe]

In the unforgiving cold of the Frostbacks, he finally spotted her, the Anchor glowing feebly, light mirroring the castoff of the scarred Breach in the sky.

[vakarians-babe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford Characters: Cullen Rutherford, Inquisitor Lavellan, Female Lavellan Additional Tags: Angst and Comfort, Fluff and hurt Summary:

Warning for mentions of: past drug use, past addiction, bodily mutilation (the anchor).

La'ara has been hiding the effect of the anchor from Cullen, but now, as they arrive at the Winter Palace, that's no longer possible.

[vakarians-babe]

La’ara is my most self insert character ever and so when I need cuddles I give her cuddles. I am also always prepared to give Cullen cuddles what do you think I am, a monster?

Not pictured: the moment directly after this where she shoves her insanely cold toes onto Cullen’s legs and he screams.

[vakarians-babe]

‘Friends’ she said, like she wasn’t already bringing down her walls for him.