#cullenssweatyballsakk

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

Kyndra Lavellan and Cullen Rutherford relationship headcanons-Serious and Unserious

•Kyndra likes to mess with Cullen. All. The. Time. She messes with his ears because they're 'so flat' according to her.

•Kyndra makes Cullen an herbal tea recipe from her clan almost every night to help with his Withdrawal pains. She also likes to rub his shoulders. (Not because of his muscles definitely!1!1!!!)

•Cullen is big on acts of service to show his love. Cullen cleans Kyndra's staff and armor himself.

•Cullen likes to hear Kyndra sing in her native language. It's calming to him.

•Cullen picks the turnips out of Kyndra's food, as she DESPISES turnips, and he's fereldan. So, win win.

•Kyndra thinks Cullen's natural curls are cute, and likes playing with them.

*Kyndra takes up the most space on the bed, despite being smaller than Cullen. At least one of her extremities lays on him, as he runs warm and keeps her toasty.

•After the events of trespasser, Kyndra took Cullen to meet her family, and her clan. Her parents lightly tease her for marrying a shem. Keeper Deshanna likes Cullen, as she thinks he may be able to mellow her out. He cannot.

*Kyndra regularly writes to Cullen's younger sister Rosalie, as they both clicked fast when they finally met each other. They like to talk about botany, and compare notes on potion-making.

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

One of my cats responds to her name, she was her tail and knows all of her nicknames. The other two don't give a single fuck and won't respond to shit.

Cookie

Fluffy

Midnight, aka Cartman (he's fat)

[star--nymph]

WIPS

By some other worldly miracle, I have managed to write some stuff. I can't believe it either. tagging peeps to join me!: @ndostairlyrium @pinayelf @shivunin @dreadfutures @plisuu

@greypetrel @cullenssweatyballsakk @rosieofcorona

@schwarznummer1 @elfroot-and-laurels

@pickelda @lyana-chan @isayashai @chanafehs @flowerofthekeep

WIP #1

Outside, she can hear Skyhold rising up with her; the distant echo of livestock being fed, the first rounds of soldiers and scouts trailing from the barracks, the clash of shields as early morning training begins, servants receiving their deliveries from the wagons and carts. Eurydice twists her hand again, letting her fingers dance between the light and shadow, her eyes peeking up at the perfect, vast, empty blue sky spying down from the hole. She shifts, her body nestled under the blankets and pillows, her other arm pinned underneath her. She spreads her free arm out around her, searching, grasping, wanting. She finds nothing, the space beside her is barely warm and growing colder. Her fingers dig into the sheets. There is a noise behind her, the hush of fabric and weight on wood, and she lifts herself toward it. Cullen is on the left side of the room, where he has organized his wardrobe and grooming supplies on a small table. He stands in front of a long square mirror, its edges ridged, a crack in the corner that crawls down the surface like a spider web. He stares at his chipped reflection as he secures the clasps of his gambeson. Even with his back to her, Eurydice can guess what his face might look like. Brow knitted, lips pressed into a thin line, most likely he is grinding his teeth without realizing it; a grave, tight expression she could not decipher, did not have the skill to understand. Only that it was the face he wore when he contemplating and had gone far from the world. His taunt shoulders and hunched back give only a hint of the thousands of things he must be thinking; what is coiled at the pit of his gut and left to fester overnight, merely ignored because he acquiesced to his body’s need to rest.

WIP #2

A constant state of discomfort. Cullen squeezed his eyes shut from the moment and shoved himself the wall, nostrils flaring as he harshly exhaled. He would persist. One foot after another, dragging as if he walked in thick sludge, he would climb the stairwell higher. Perhaps he did not remember where he had come from or how, but his body had carried him this far because it had known where it would find his sanctuary. Not in his loft nor in the chapel on his knees in front of the Blessed Bride; but behind the door where the dabbled sun pours in assaults his senses and yet embraces him in a hug. He brings a weak hand over his eyes as they begin to adjust to the noon light and starts to descend up the final set of stairs when a soft breath—a laugh, really—roots his boots to the spot. A laugh lulls like waves through a river into a song, “…gan tsaoil mhór Seothín seo ho, nach mór é an taitneamh Mo stóirín na leaba, na chodladh gan brón.” Cullen peeks through the holes of the railing and sees her there, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him. Her gray hair coils around her in a mess of mattered coils and knots, a nest he could barely run his hand through this morning without it catching. He hadn’t the mind to help her with it and Eurydice hadn’t cared to do it herself, though it was most likely that she hadn’t the time to spare. He sees her hair move and a tiny fist barely bigger than a sovereign caught within. Eurydice’s ears flicker up and he hears her sigh. “Shuuussshh, shuusssh A leanbh mo chléibh go n-eirí do chodhladh leat Séan is sonas gach oíche do chóir Tá mise le do thaobh ag guídhe ort na mbeannacht Seothín a leanbh is codail go foill.”

[littlelostmabari]

Day 10: Orlais

This is explicitly for @cullenssweatyballsakk based on our discussion of food.

WC: 800. No CW unless you're squeamish about gross food and reactions to it. Referenced Cullenmance but no details.

Maker he hated Orlesian cooking.

Antiva had some of the best food he'd ever eaten, with richly flavored meats and heavily spiced vegetables. The platter of soft cheeses and softer bread that Josephine usually had resting in her office tempted him often before and after strategy meetings in the War Room.

Nevarran cuisine was hearty. Smoked meats and fried bread, heavy with pepper and heavy on the stomach. Cassandra tended away from the food of her homeland but honestly, he'd take it over whatever was on his plate today.

Even Tevinter food, or what Dorian had shared with him, was quite palatable. Cream sauces and spiced tomatoes, dishes drunker than those that consumed them.

None of it held a candle to Ferelden food of course. The Skyhold kitchen had been under strict orders from his beloved to make sure he ate regularly; their plan of attack was to deliver him plates that would could have been plucked from his mother's dining table. Potatoes with herbs, mashed over a bubbling pile of venison stewed for an age with carrots and other root vegetables. He'd asked for no ale with dinner, but the chef sent it along anyway. And a cookie, plain and sweet, that he always nibbled on even when the lyrium withdrawals had his stomach wound so tight that nothing else would stay down.

But this? The thing that was on his plate now, between too many forks and which glass is for water and Maker this is the seventeenth course could not have been mistaken for food in any part of Thedas.

A green ribbon dashed with small brown spots peeled from the rind of some kind of fruit, then wrapped around something what appeared at first glance to be a cracker, but was instead something far more jelly like. The actual cracker came in a cone that pierced the jelly and was filled with a… meatball? with green speckles and chunks of something whiter than he thought was physically possible. The chef had then dusted the whole thing with flakes of grey, which apparently were actual charcoal meant to evoke the sacred ashes for which the dish was named.

Cullen prodded it with the fork Leliana had quietly pointed out to him, and sunk the tines into the jelly of the base in an effort to bring the hors d'oeuvre-size bite toward his mouth, but the smell of something rank hit his nostrils first and he gagged slightly before slipping the morsel between his lips. Oh did his tongue rebel. The meatball was made of sweetmeats, the rind from a bitter apple.

The jelly was deep mushroom.

The Commander of the Inquisition's forces was known for his self-control. Most at this table did not know the depths to which he relied on it to stave off the withdrawals, but they were aware of his talents in organization and staunch loyalty to the Inquisition and it's values. Those that thought to bribe Commander Rutherford were always rudely surprised (except when it came to his lover, but even thoughts of them fled at the sensation of deep mushroom jelly lingering near his molars).

That self-control waned just enough that his reach for the red wine caught several eyes that lingered on the Inquisition's advisors and caused Josephine to huff to herself.

"It's awful," Liliana tittered from his right side. He covered the swishing of wine around his mouth with a soft brush of napkin over his lips. "I'm surprised it took you as long as you did." He turned just enough to see blue eyes glinting under sharply cut red hair. His side-eye only caused her to titter more. He opened his mouth to speak but the intake of air brought a new round of the flavor across his tongue. Both of his hands balled into fists, one around the napkin and one pressed deeply into the meat of his thigh. Another breath, and one more, and the flavor finally abated into something tolerable after another swish of wine.

"Who serves their guests charcoal," he hissed out of the corner of his mouth. The speckles of grey and black around the remaining lines of jelly on the plate stared back at him. "And they say Ferelden is backwards. At least Ferelden food doesn't make you beg the Maker for an end to your misery. Ugh, I'm going to be sick."

Leliana snorted into her wine, although when the master bard snorted into her wine it was covered with the gentle clink of glass and other conversation. A skill he had yet to — and probably would never — master.

She sat the wine down and turned to him until her whole body was facing his. She placed a gentle hand on his arm and smirked with one eyebrow raised.

"Cullen, you eat pickled eggs."

[silhalei]

I was tagged by @anew-flame and @reading-non-stop to make my OCs with this picrew. Thank you so much for the tag. :D <3

Here is my Inquisitor! (I might do my Wardens later)

Inquisitor Mithra Rogelan Aronhalaan. ( Name meaning: Bladed tool | who dares | like the foxes )

Her facial scar doesn't exist on that picrew, so I just put what I could. Now, I don't want to spoil too much because my fic is about her backstory, which is a mystery, but here we go!

Mithra was born to a Dalish clan in the Brecillian Forest of Ferelden. She and her siblings were raised to be quick-thinking problem-solvers that displayed kindness and honor.

One unfortunate evening, fate decided Mithra and her older sister, Danyla, could no longer have a clan. Heartbroken and afraid, they did their best to pick up the pieces and carry on.

Thanks to their lives as Dalish elves, Danyla's magic, and Mithra's power to commune with some beasts, the girls did fine on their own. In time, they grew to see their life as one of freedom, fun, and adventure. They learned to love life and had each others' backs through it all.

Sadly, fate eventually took Danyla from Mithra as well. The following years were the darkest, most painful, and shameful of her life.

Fast-forward: Now a distrustful, jaded woman that would rather live alone as an enigma in the wilds, Mithra finds herself stuck with the Inquisition. Handling the hole in the sky is fine. She can live with that responsibility, but she can't stomach being a holy icon to some weird-ass Andrastians.

Though she's an atheist that despises the Chantry because of the hate it preaches, it's not even the religious angle that bothers her the most. They don't know what kind of shit she's done, how she thinks, what she wants, or why she doesn't want to be there.

She isn't fit to be worshiped by anyone for any reason.

And they can never fucking find out.

Shameless Fic Plug [ Chasing Ghosts - AO3 ]!!

No pressure tags for: @sweetjulieapples @transmasc-tabris @cullenssweatyballsakk

Ily!! Show me your precious babies!!

[charmedcleric]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @silhalei and @cullenssweatyballsakk thank you for the tags 🥰

—

Last song: Juna by Clairo

Favourite colour: Forest green

Currently reading: I’ve been going through the Nathaniel Howe/warden tag on ao3 hehehe so that’s what I’ve been reading as of late

Currently watching: I haven’t really been watching anything on tv but I do watch a few youtubers that make me giggle

Last movie: I can’t remember tbh

Sweet, spicy or savory: hmmm I like all of them but I’d say sweet but not sickly sweet foods

Relationship status: Taken but like it’s complicated lol

Current obsession: I’ve been replaying all the dragon age games so I guess dragon age

Tea or coffee: Coffee for sureeee

Last thing I googled: My energy company cause I had to pay my electricity bill lmao

—

Tagging (no pressure of course): @sweetjulieapples @sugarysins @sapphireangelbunny @anew-flame @aurata-luna @seffie-jade

[thechildofmythal]

Tag 9 people you want to know about

Her Ballsakkness @cullenssweatyballsakk tagged me. Yes I absolutely assumed the pronoun please let me know

Last song: Porcupine tree - Arriving somewhere but not here

Favorite color: Dramatic jewel tones, like emerald and ruby and so on. Now that autumn is coming I'm also drawn to colours like burgundy, tile red/orange and aubergine.

Currently reading: Yoko Ogawa - Memory Police

Currently watching: Nothing at the moment. I should pick up Lupin season 3 and Umbrella Academy season 4. I'd also like to try the 3 Body Problem and The Gentlemen and the new Ripley with Andrey Scott.

Last movie: Inception! It was better than I remembered.

Sweet, spicy or savory: Sweet. I'm like an addict.

Relationship status: Married, no kids.

Current obsession: Cullen Rutherford, oh man oh man. Also Alistair Theirin. And the Edwin Romance Mod for Baldur's Gate 2 (HOLLA IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT) along with my Bhaalspawn OC for BG2. And I'm starting to get excited about Veilguard and my Rook because I've decided her faction and origin as far as I can without playing or spoiling myself too much.

Tea or coffee: Porque no los dos! Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening.

Age: 37.

About Me: I'm from a small obscure country, I wish I had a cat or two, I'm eating chocolate right now as I'm writing this, I'm sad that summer is almost gone because I'm not a winter person at all.

Likes: Bioware games, especially the Dragon Age series. Warm but dark August nights (I'm sad it's already September!). The smell of foreign airports just after you've landed. I've also just gotten into Fontaines DC and they're pretty cool. Not as cool as Idles but I like them.

If you want to know something else, just ask! <3

Here are some tags but no pressure either way: @sweetjulieapples @swordbisexual but I think you've maybe done this already @laurelsofhighever @wilchur

[clayton-comics]

BOOP

I have just booped @cullenssweatyballsakk XDD Am I having fun with this... Sorry XDDDDD

[fereldancore]

@cullenssweatyballsakk - Changed my mind. Ser Barris is going to win! he can handle a gallon pot of lyrium, break a huge magic barrier and then go on destroy 1000000 demons with his crew afterwards.

(No, seriously I LOVE this dude and completed a whole support the templars run JUST for him, only good Templar imo, even Thrask was a scumbag)

[pinayelf-archive]

tagged by @cullenssweatyballsakk ty!!! 🩷🩷🩷 I didn't wanna make the reblog thread longer so I'm doing it on a separate post

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or autumn | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning neither 😔| egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris somewhere tropical lol | Vincent Van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagging: @buridanshorse @flowerofthekeep @star--nymph @elfroot-and-laurels @feeshies @greypetrel @chanafehs 🩷

blank under cut

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or autumn | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | Vincent Van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

In my personal canon, I believe that Kyndra Lavellan and Cullen send each other letters while Kyndra is out of Skyhold, via carrier pigeon.

It's just Kyndra talking about how much she misses him and the stuff she sees n whatnot

Or it could be sum shit like 'my throat misses u :)' and he'd never know which one it will be

[tweedvamp]

Thanks for the tag :)

Tagging: @lacyscabinet @cullenssweatyballsakk @arcane-strangeness @lesbeanies-stuff

I saw the tag game things so I made my own! Make yourself as a monster and take this quiz!

@ladycalleddella @bjfinn @stinkyhorsebitch @lydiadeetzfan +whoever else wants to join!

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

About the Sakk

Hey, this is the Sakk, and I decided to do a little intro to who I actually am behind the screen. I know that I already said to just think of me as an actual Ballsack typing at a keyboard, but alas, i am unfortunately a real person. A disappointment I know. Sorrows, prayers.

My nickname is Relle, I would put my actual name, but I want to be a teacher and having this connected to me would be insanity.

I'm 18, and from the east coast of America. I'm a Capricorn, and I'm a Black American. My culture is very important, and reflects in basically everything I do, including my speaking and writing. If I reply to you, and the grammar sounds off/you don't understand what I mean, it's because I'm writing how I speak, and feel free to just ask what I mean. Slang can be difficult to grasp, and I write just like how I talk sometimes lmfao.

My interests include Dragon Age, (NOT VEILGUARD I HATE VEILGUARD) Red Dead Redemption, Life is Strange, Class of '09 (not footside, ew), gaming, fanfic writing, reading, and pretty much anything a typical gen z girl would like.

This blog is mainly for Dragon Age, but it is my main blog, and I post whatever I want lmfao. Mostly, I post about Cullen, occasionally Alistair. My posts are outrageous, nonsensical, and delusional. They also can be highly NSFW, so beware. This blog is just me dumping whatever I think about.

When I'm not online, I'm playing video games, not doing my college schoolwork, hitting my vape, and being generally angry about everything. I'm highly opinionated, and I never hesitate to share my opinion EVER.

My culture:

Me:

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

I'm just a footstool to her 💔

[sweetjulieapples]

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or autumn | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | Vincent Van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

Tagging: @silhalei @sasha199 @cullenssweatyballsakk

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl I chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative I freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks I mountains or fields I thunder or lightning I egyptian mythology or greek mythology I ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre I opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees I macarons or eclairs I typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library I rooftop or balcony I spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris I Vincent Van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather I potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens I masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagging @apilgrimpassingby, @cheerfullycatholic, @honeyed-cherries

[cullenssweatyballsakk]

This is me behind my screen trying to make everyone laugh at my unfunny humor