#kemvee is a gift from the maker

[jacklyn-flynn]

I'm late! I know my incredible sister-witch @kemvee has already gone to bed, so it's a good thing she got her present earlier. Regardless, I wanted you all to be able to enjoy her present because it's a continuation of the present I wrote for her last year!

It takes place a few weeks after the end of the first chapter of The Lion's Den and shows Amie and Cullen's adorable attempts to get to know each other on more than just a physical level.

And then later on a physical level too.

I hope you enjoy it as much as she did! Sneak peek under the cut.

Nudging the bedroom door open with his foot, he did thankfully find her in bed. Unfortunately, he’d either taken too long or she was more tired than she’d been willing to admit. Setting aside the tray, he unfolded the thick blanket at the foot of the bed and pulled it over her sleeping form.

When he straightened and turned away, he was surprised to feel her hand suddenly grasp his wrist. “Are you sleeping ‘ere?” she asked, voice slurred with sleep. She hadn’t even opened her eyes. 

Cullen smiled. “Am I?” 

“Mmhmm,” she hummed in the affirmative. “Promise to keep m’hands to m’self.” 

“As you wish, my sweet.”

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy birthday @kemvee! I'm amazed at how far your art has come! This is just amazing! Art is truly witchcraft to me and you're definitely a witch.

Happy Birthday To Me!

A self indulgent comic

[charlatron]

Nothing to see here, just doing my not girlfriend against a wall.

@kemvee the holiday elf is spreading so much seasonal cheer right now. Thank you so much for this gift that I will treasure forever!

...though I think we all know the real gift is you ♥︎

[sinsbymanka]

Hello! I gifted some holiday presents today and I wanted to do a little post to collect all of them! This is ALL SMUT. You’ve been warned. 

Warding Off the Southern Chill

Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 1,049 Rating: E Pairing: Male Trevelyan/Dorian Pavus For: @tessa1972 Summary: Dorian Pavus is unhappy about the dreary southern climate, but he adores Inquisitor David Trevelyan. It all balances out, especially when they can spend the morning lingering in bed.

Read on AO3

Long Distance Commander

Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 1,096 Rating: E Pairing: Female Lavellan/Samson, Female Lavellan/Cullen/Samson For: @lavellanvibes Summary: Sadira Lavellan has access to a sending crystal, a rare magical artifact that allows her to communicate with Skyhold whenever she wants. So she abuses it to have some deliciously naughty conversations with Commander Rutherford while Samson and her are up to shenanigans.

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Thank the Maker

Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 1,020 Rating: E Pairing: Cullen Rutherford/Original Female Character, Cullen Rutherford/Unnamed Woman For: @kemvee Summary: Cullen Rutherford wakes up from a dream of a certain lady that haunts his every waking moment and takes matters into his own hands. 

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Center of the Storm

Chapter: 2/2 Word Count: 4,383 Rating: E Pairing: Female Cadash/Solas  For: @blarfkey Summary: After the final battle with Corypheus, Maria Cadash from the Girl with The Arrow Tattoo is taken into the Crossroads by Solas to save her life. Once he's got her, the Dread Wolf isn't quite certain what to do with her. Maria has ideas.

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A Popular Place

Chapter: 1/1 Word Count: 1,415 Rating: E Pairing: Female Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford For: @charlatron and featuring @tightassets Keaton Hawke shenanigans! Summary: Keaton Hawke and Lilitu Lavellan had a good time on Cullen's desk, and Olivia Trevelyan knows just how to get revenge.

Read on AO3

[another-rogue-trevelyan]

I was tagged by @kunstpause for six sentence sunday! I hope you don’t mind, but I hijacked this into a WIP Whenever!

I made some changes and additions to the last scene I shared, hope you enjoy!

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“I’ve got one. Firstly, my aunt is known across the Free Marches for her love of Antivan opera, so of course when a performance of The Murder of Queen Madrigal opened, she made us all attend. Secondly, a family row over a former paramour of mine had sent me into my rebellious phase, and I was determined to make it everybody’s problem...”

Ostwick, 9:35 Dragon

Not for the first time, Evelyn found herself in a carriage on her way to the opera. She had tried to follow her siblings into her aunt’s carriage, as usual, but a stern look and a single word from her mother had landed her alone with her parents.

“Come.”

Evelyn glared as she climbed in. Apparently she was now to be spoken to like a dog. Her father avoided her eyes.

For most of the ride, Evelyn tried to drown out her mother’s scolding by staring out the window and attempting to think of anything else. She wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders as though it would shield her from the unwanted commentary, but each snide remark dug deeper through the flimsy armor.

“...and must you wear that ridiculous lipstick? You look like-“

“Like what?” Evelyn snapped. “A whore?”

“Evelyn!”

Her father faced her for the first time in days, his nostrils flared and his face red with rage.

“What? You were all thinking it! I’m aware I’m the family disgrace. I may as well look like it. At least one of us is honest.”

“Maker’s mercy, not this again!”

“Yes, this again! What did you do? I know he didn’t leave willingly. Did you bribe him? Threaten him?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter! You’re constantly throwing suitors at me because you want me wed so badly, but when I’m actually willing-“

“He is not a suitor, he’s a scandal!”

“He’s a man! And a far better one than any of these snobs you pick for me!”

“I’m doing what’s best for you! Don’t you see? He could never take care of you.”

“Oh, he took care of me all right. But Maker forbid a Trevelyan girl deflowered by a lowly stable hand. What will everyone say?”

“Enough!”

If he had been angry before, Bann Trevelyan was now furious. Evelyn lunged for the door just as the carriage came to a halt, but her father blocked her before she could make her escape.

“You will not say a word about this to anyone. You will accompany Ser Gibson to his box this evening. You will laugh at his jokes and smile and pray that he’s still interested and hasn’t heard about this scandal. At the end of the night, you will bid him good evening and he will leave you in Aspen’s care until you return to the carriage, where I shall meet the both of you. Am I understood?”

Evelyn’s silent glare was the only response he received. Her blood boiled hot beneath her perfumed skin, and the Bann seemed to realize this was a better response than the alternative.

Evelyn ignored his hand as she stepped from the carriage and smoothed the skirt of her dress, soon joined by her aunt, uncle, and siblings. Rowan wedged himself between her and her eldest brother before he could offer an arm.

“I’ve got her, father,” he said.

“Traitor,” Evelyn muttered. Her father ignored her.

“You’ll pass her off to Ser Gibson? I was planning to have Aspen take her.”

“I keep Ostwick’s Circle safe from blood magic every day,” Rowan boasted. “I’m sure I can handle escorting my little sister inside.”

Evelyn kicked him.

“Very well. I’ll meet you in our box.”

Rowan nodded, wearing an irritating grin that Evelyn had half a mind to smack off his face. She waited until her family was well out of ear shot before she pulled away from him.

“I don’t need an escort!”

“Woah, there! Is this how you treat people who are trying to help you? No wonder he’s left you with a babysitter.”

“I’m twenty-one years old, I hardly need a babysitter.”

“That may be, but I might need a healer if you kick me like that again.”

Evelyn tried to kick him again, but Rowan threw her over his shoulder before she could do any more damage and slipped behind the nearby shrubbery. Evelyn pounded gloved fists into his back.

“Rowan Trevelyan, you put me down right now!”

“I’d watch it if I were you. Keep being mean to me and I won’t give you your present.” He set her down and demonstrated what had to be the most annoying fake pout she had ever seen.

“What, Rowan? What could you possibly want to give me right now? Unless you have a plan to get me out of this damn opera, I’m not interested.”

Silence. The annoying grin was back, and wider than ever.

“Wait... Do you have a plan?”

“I always have a plan.”

He pulled a small parcel from inside his jacket. Inside, Evelyn found one of her more casual outfits consisting of a blouse and breeches.

“Your boots are in Lucille’s carriage. You can change in there. Just be careful, she’s been gifted a crate of rabbits and it’s taking up quite a bit of space. Apparently rabbit fur is the fashion in Orlais, and you know Lucille - has to pick the specimens her furs come from herself. I feel bad for the little buggers. Anyway, the boys will be thrilled to see you. They’re at the usual tavern. I’ll meet you as soon as I can escape.”

Evelyn threw her arms around her brother, who laughed at the sudden show of affection.

“As nice as this is, was there anything you wanted to say to me?”

“Sorry I kicked you,” she said sheepishly.

“There. Was that so hard?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

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Tagging the usual suspects for any WIP related thing you wish! @noire-pandora @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @hawkeish @kemvee @charlatron @jentrevellan @musetta3 @inquisitoracorn

[jacklyn-flynn]

This is my friend! ☺️

Mods spotlight!

It’s time to introduce the brilliant Kemvee. Planning master and lover of spreadsheets.

[pavusprince]

I was tagged by @kemvee for WIP Wednesday but I got so caught up in writing that I forgot to share. So here we go, WIP Thursday.

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“Is this where you finally yell at me for disregarding your wishes? Maker, Deidra, you don’t have to say it for me to know. I can feel it. Solana is my daughter and I cannot just ignore that.” His voice was earnest and Cullen looked at her as if challenging Deidra to tell him he was wrong.

“No I-”Deidra pursed her lips, still concentrating on her nails. She didn’t know how to talk to him these days without just diving into anger. But anger wasn’t going to fix this, and it wasn’t what she truly felt. “I want to apologize.”

Cullen’s stunned silence was not very encouraging but she managed to press on.

“I haven’t been fair to either of you in this.I should have told you from the start but to be honest, I never thought our paths would cross again, Cullen. I wasn’t prepared for this.” She risked a glance up at his face and to his credit his expression hinted at nothing.

“And I was?”

“No! That isn’t what I meant. Maker, Cullen what would you have expected after the way we left things? Beyond what you begged us to do with the survivors in the Circle-” Deidra swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, she could not let her emotions get the best of her right now. “Beyond that, last time I saw you, you called me horrible things. Said what we had been was a sin. The reason for the greatest gift in my life, for Solana, was a sin!”Cullen’s expression grew dark and he opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand. “If I don’t say this all now, I don’t know that I will be able to.”

Deidra started pacing, feeling too much anxious energy building up while she tried to sort out exactly what she was going to say. Perhaps she should have written it all down.

“You broke my heart, Cullen.”

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Most of the friends I know that create said don’t tag me, I got nothing which if that just aint’t a mood. So I will tag @redangrypears and @herald-divine-hell

[angelofame]

The Lion with the Raven Wings Chapter 3

In a world where soulmates recognize each other on their marks, two souls find each other due to a common course.

Cullen joined the Inquisition because he wanted to help, to redeem himself. Not in his wildest dreams, he would have ever imagined he would meet his soulmate. Raven just wanted to prevent further bloodshed, not be the Herald of Andraste nor meet her soulmate in the middle of a war.

Can they help become each other the best version of themselves and prevail together, or will they both shatter at their own insecurities?

A Soulmate AU

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If you have missed the previous chapter,s you can find it  here

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Cullen was the first to arrive at the war room the next morning. The next ones to appear were Leliana and Josephine. They were quietly whispering to each other. Then Cassandra barged into the room.

The last to arrive was the Herald. Her face was bare again. The others looked at her, stunned, except Leliana, of course. The spymaster knew probably already about the uniqueness of clan Lavelan. While asking, "Do I have something on my face?" Raven ran her hand over her face to check for dirt or food residue.  

"No, Herald, it's just that ... your face...?" Josephine tried to politely ask the question of, "Where is your vallaslin?" Cassandra blurted out. "Oh, that..." And then she told them the same story she had told him the evening before.

After she had enlightened them about the history of her clan, they continued with the meeting. It was decided that Raven would meet mother Giselle in the Hinterlands. Cassandra, Varric, and Solas would accompany her to the Hinterlands. Soon after the meeting had ended, they set off to their destination.

Cullen, hours later, was watching the recruits fight. He walked from one group to another: correcting and criticizing and sometimes demonstrating how to do it better.

Rylen, his second in command, stood beside him.   "The recruits show great promise." "They are not a hopeless case." Cullen agreed. "But most of them have a long way ahead of themselves, till they are ready for a real fight."

They began to strategize how to train their soldiers best when suddenly a strange weight landed on Cullen's shoulder. He turned his head to the right and looked into the amber-colored eyes of an owl.

"Maker's breath!" Cullen exclaimed. The tawny owl hooted back as if to greet him. Cullen tried to dislocate the owl through moving his shoulder back and forth. When tath didn't work, He tried shooing it away with his left hand.

But the owl seemed not to care. Instead, it snuggled closer to Cullen's ear. The sound it gave off at the moment reminded Cullen of a purring cat but with owl sounds. 'What a strange owl.', he thought.

There was one more thing he could try to get the owl of his shoulder. Carefully he placed both his hands on the plumage at its side. When it didn't react negatively, he gently grasped the owl and equally gently lifted it from his shoulder.

The owl hooted protestingly but didn't do more than that. Cullen set it down on a nearby tree branch where he hoped it would stay or fly off to somewhere else. Fly off it did, but not in the intended direction.

It landed on his shoulder, again, this time on his left. Rylen, who had watched the scene with a bright smile on his face, burst out laughing.

Cullen turned his irritation from the animal, which abused him as a seat to his second in command. Then Cullen took note of the absence of the sound of clashing swords and bashing shields.

With the promise of punishment in his eyes, he turned towards his soldiers.  He seized up every last one of them, daring them to move the corner of their mouths upwards.

Nobody moved a muscle; nobody wanted to be at the receiving end of the commander's ire.  

"Continue the training!" he finally barked. The owl hooted soothingly at him.

Raven and her companions were pretty busy. They met with Mother Giselle, spoke with Master Dennet, liberated a fort from bandits.

Cullen got the news that they would be arriving back at camp soon a week later. The past week he and the owl had come to an understanding. The owl was allowed to reside on his shoulder during the day. She - Adan had told him that the owl was female - would mostly rest there and was off hunting in the night, when she didn't sit next to him on his cot. If she, in return, delivered messages for him.

She had gone so far as in bringing him his quill or other little things if he needed them. His soldiers sometimes looked strange at him, but they were mostly used to it by now.

He was walking through the gate when he saw the group with the Herald arrive back at Haven. The owl sat on his shoulder, dozing, having just got a share of his meat.

Raven dismounted a bit apart from the others, patted her halla on the neck before she walked towards him. She was a few feet away from him when her facial expression changed from delighted to sour.

"You traitor," she hissed. "I was worried about you. I thought you were hurt, or I don't know dead. No word, nothing, and here you are. Standing as nothing had happened, not a care in the world."

That Cullen was confused would be the biggest understatement at the moment. When she called him a little bitch, he had enough.

"Herald, may I ask what I did to upset you?" he asked evenly.

She looked confused. Then her mouth formed a wordless o as she just realized something before she went beet red.

"My apologies, Cullen, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to her."

She pointed to his right shoulder, the shoulder where an innocent-looking owl was sitting.

Understanding dawned upon him. "She is yours," he concluded.

"As far as one can be the owner of this stubborn owl," Raven answered, then she turned back to the owl.

"Snowy, can you please get my satchel. I know you don't want to. You have a gorgeous man who tends to you, but if you do that, we can think about shared custody. Deal?" She appealed to the owl. It seemed to work because Snowy spread her wings and vanished into the forest.

"I am sorry if she was a handful. I try to encourage her to leave you alone.", she apologized. "She wasn't a bother. She was, surprisingly, good company...for an owl."

Raven gifted him a bright smile at his words, then waved goodbye.

"So, you made a new friend, Curly," Varric said from behind him.

@rachelleofalltrades @darlingrutherford @kemvee

[jacklyn-flynn]

Just sitting out on the porch, enjoying the sun and showing the world my sweet new shirt! The world needs more of @kemvee and her art!

Enjoy the pic of actual me. Likely the only one you'll see...

[jacklyn-flynn]

Hello thirsty lemonade-seekers! 

For Christmas this year I completed the drabble I made for @kemvee when she won my give away a few months ago. It’s now its own, full-length feature smut extravaganza and it’s finally available to the general public! (My bad...)

Link: Loser Takes All

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3827

Summary: Cullen and Amie begin a game of strip chess. The winner gets the standard prize of any stripping game; doing whatever you want to the loser.

Snippet below the cut!

As he considered his next move, she leaned forward and rested her folded arms against the table. The position worked just so, breasts shelved on her arms and pressed together. 

“Amie,” Cullen groaned, sliding a hand through his hair, “that’s cheating.” 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. Am I….distracting you?” she asked sweetly with perfectly imitated surprise. 

Cullen had to clear his throat again. It was suddenly sweltering and his pants were incredibly uncomfortable. “No, you’re making me determined.” He looked up at her with molten amber eyes as he moved another piece. “I'm going to fuck you over this table, my Queen.”

“Only if you win,” she pointed out, shifting a piece and capturing another of his. “Check, and kindly remove your pants.”

[jacklyn-flynn]

@kemvee drew my sweet Jules with Cullen and I am definitely *not* crying. I swear.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Look at how beautiful this is and how talented my sister witch has become!

Thank you @kemvee for this wonderful Birthday surprise! Cullen and Elsie look so warm and cosy and lovely and basically I just love it 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you love!

[jacklyn-flynn]

And that was the day he learned all the kids of Skyhold's best hiding spots.

Josephine walked by the closet and looked up from her papers with a furrowed brow. There it was again! Oh no. Not mice again. Maybe she could get Cole to convince them to leave like he did last time. What a sweet boy he was.

Her hands stilled, hovering just over the door handle.

"Stop shoving." She heard the Commander's gruff whisper.

"I'm here playing a game and your big, stupid armor is poking me. What are you doing here?"

Josie had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter at the indignant little voice that snapped back.

"Hiding, obviously. Shush."

She heard the kid snort. "Chicken"

Arrival - A Dragon Age Comic

[jacklyn-flynn]

The little outlines for the trail wag on the second panel did me in 🥰

Sunday Speed sketch of husband (and his dog!)

A secret end of Trespasser post credit scene 🐾

[jacklyn-flynn]

Happy Halloween - part 2 🎃🦁

Were-Lion Cullen but this time he's hot. For the extremely n/sfw version click here

[jacklyn-flynn]

The chonk! 😂

Cullen and Storvacker - the dream team