#cullrian

[orientalld]

[milkcioccolato]

Mmmmmmore silly little videos cause why not

Listen, I am an Adoribull truther, but I love me a good crackship, and Cullen and Dorian have an amazingly interesting premise for a relationship, both romantic or just platonic!

[storybookhawke]

i appreciate the trend of many cullrian fics having a moment where cullen reveals that he doesn't take lyrium anymore and dorian is like "you were taking what now"

[euniysu]

ah found my old old cullen/dorian wedding designs

i still like these, even if they are a mess.

[inky-does-art]

Cullen and Dorian 💕 for @theeveningrose from @tessa1972

[tevinter]

some screenshots from a cullrian playthrough :)

[stonelions]

saw cullen and dorian on the dash today and went on a nostalgic dig through the abandoned wip folder from that era... i think most of these were never shared so here they are now, 7? 8 years later? TIME. who is she i don't know her

[drowsybowser]

Dorian will insist he picked the alcove in the library as “his spot” because it has a lovely little window for natural light and warmth from the sun, but the real reason is actually because it perfectly faces the Commander’s office and now i will never be normal ever again

[thedragonagebigbang]

More from Raflesia: @raflesia65 | twitter | instagram More from Flightlesswren: @flightless-wren | twitter | ao3

Goodbye Dorian, Be Careful. by Raflesia:

love is slow and steady, like reading a book by Flightlesswren:

[fthrrabies]

10 years since game release and i still think these guys are funky

[shouldaspunastory]

for @plisuu and @dadrunkwriting

Dorian Pavus x Cullen Rutherford (SFW, pre-relationship, pining, hurt & comfort), 515 words

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“Ah, well, seems it’s once again time for my favorite pastime,” Dorian sighs shaking his head, mustache doing its best and failing to entirely hide the small frown behind it.

“Which is,” Cullen asks gently. He doesn’t know what exactly happened on the trip he and the Inquisitor took out to Redcliffe to meet someone the mage’s family sent to speak to him. Frankly, he’s not even sure whether it’s worth bringing up, whether Dorian is up to talking about it yet, or if their chess games together make them close enough he’d consider opening up to him. But Maker, but he wishes he knew what to say. Wishes any of the dozens of scenarios he’s imagined and conversations he’s practiced having with this man in his head were useful right now.

“Drowning my problems in ridiculous amounts of booze,” the Altus replies. He sounds almost cheerfully excited by the prospect, or he would, if Cullen didn’t know him better, if that smile actually reached his normally bright eyes.

“May I join you?” The words are out of his mouth before he can think too hard about them. Dorian’s eyes widen, the first genuine laugh Cullen has heard since they got back bursting out of him.

“You. Want to get drunk. With me,” Dorian repeats in disbelief. “Kaffas what did I miss while I was away? Are the newest recruits that bad?

“No,” Cullen replies, shaking his head. “They’re- well, they’ll do with some training,” he amends halfway through the thought, because, yes they are pretty green compared to some of the more seasoned fighters they’ve had join them, but it’s not as if they can’t be trained up. Dorian chuckles softly at his response, though it’s not as lively as he usually is, clearly still weighed down by whatever transpired between he and his family’s retainer. “I just… I’d prefer you don’t drink alone,” Cullen admits softly, before he loses his nerve to say it.

Dorian’s mouth falls open, then opens and shuts a few more times as he attempts to respond. Part of the Altus wants to argue that he has gotten drunk alone plenty of times before now and is no worse the wear for having done so. Another part of him, much as he hates to admit it, thinks he might be glad of the company. Of Cullen’s company specifically.

“The Commander of the Inquisition shitfaced,” Dorian whispers, falling back on a kind of pantomime of his usual sassiness as he pretends to consider the merits of the suggestion. “Yes, you know, I think I’d like to see that,” he nods.

Cullen feels a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck at Dorian’s teasing, even if he knows it’s not entirely as easy or sincere as it usually is. But perhaps, eventually, those laughs and smiles will finally make it to his eyes again. And if he can help in any way to make that happen, Cullen thinks as he collects himself and follows after Dorian, a little embarrassment and few jokes at his expense, seems a worthy sacrifice.

[orientalld]

[estelior]

Long time without this two, still love them

[zell-dincht]

Re-drew and colored an older sketch I did a while back! Still too lazy to spend time on shading, it's a wonder I completed this as much as I did!

[littleraeofsunshineda]

I've had a couple of really lovely instances recently, of people bookmarking my fics and saying lovely things on those bookmarks, which makes me very happy

But the thing that is bumming me out is --

I've only seen those because I actively look at my fic's bookmarks.

Endless discourse in fandom reminds authors that bookmarks are not "for us"

And not one of these people chose to put these lovely things in the place designed to share that with the creator

They left recs for other readers or notes to their future self, but at no point did they think of communicating their pleasure to the person who made it possible.

Not one commented. Not. One.

And, look, I appreciate the rec and the loveliness.

But it also still kinda breaks my heart.

[not-oscar-wilde]

we have a fair amount of ‘tevinter boyfriend hates the cold winters down south and requires cuddles to warm him up’, but have we considered the opposite?

southern boyfriend visits tevinter in summer and becomes absolutely insufferable because it is two damn hot and he is DYING