#modern cullen rutherford

[pinayelf]

okay but I think it IS nice to see cullen be friends w a lot of women. it's refreshing to see in a game where like the strong, silent, masculine type is in genuine friendships w women and is explicitly shown that he respects them despite not having any romantic intentions towards them

yes I know this is a bare minimum irl but like I said it's NICE to see it in media

*if you dislike cullen pls don't post hate on this thank u, u may do that on ur own post 👍🏽*

[curioushappenstance]

Cassandra made a face. “Aren’t you freezing?”

“I run hot.” Varric winked at her, then laughed loudly. Stray, unbrushed hairs fell in front of his face, which he didn’t swipe away.

She flushed red. “No. You’re just drunk.”

“Could a drunk person do this?”

He stood perfectly still. And then, he continued to stand perfectly still. It was ten seconds of full silence, with only music and laughter in the background to break it, before Cassandra finally frowned.

“Do… what?”

“Was that not a backflip?”

Cullen turned his face away. He held his hand over his mouth and coughed loudly, but not quick enough to hide his smile.

“You didn’t do anything,” Cassandra huffed, “you just stood there!”

“Prove it.”

“Prove—you didn’t even move!”

[theeveningrose]

It's Cullen with a puppy. Just because. 🐶

[greypetrel]

🤟💀 Going to see Megadeth for the third time💀🤟

Someone wanted to see Ed Sheeran, but thought that it was the time his sister finally took responsibility enough to buy the tickets for everyone herself.

Someone wanted to see Ed Sheeran, wait for Perfect, and declare his crush after 4 years of pining. Who cares if his siblings all betted he wouldn't have found the guts.

Someone else had her fingers crossed as she promised to buy tickets for Ed Sheeran, and learnt a lot of things from babae Solas and papa Varric. But not colour theory.

Some DadWolf AU shenanigans with the DreadPup in her metalhead phase. That lipstick glows in the dark and so we'll wear it every day.

[ar-lath-ma-cully]

and it slips through loose fingers - chapter 33

🌻read it here🌻

Rating: E / Fandom: Dragon Age / Pairing: Cullen/OC / WC: 100k / Chapters: 33/?

CW: low self-esteem, depressive thoughts

What happened? She mouthed again, a question in the furrow of her brow. As far as her memory was concerned, it had been Ellana who had almost died. And what of Solas? Cassandra?  “Something incredibly stupid.” Ellana’s voice quaked with anguish though she shed no tears. “You stepped in front of the Despair demon’s attack and took a blow meant for me as if you hadn’t expected the barrier you’d created to do what it was meant to. Did you want to die? Is that it?” Shaking her head, she took her sister’s hand, desperately squeezing it, but—did she? Did she want to die? You will only fail, as you always have, as you always will. Just as you failed all who have laid their trust in you. And you will fail her, too.

DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy | @rakshadow | @rosella-writes | @effelants | @bluewren

@breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @dreadfutures | @theluckywizard | @oxygenforthewicked

@exalted-dawn-drabbles | @blarrghe | @leggywillow | @plisuu | @hekaerges

[sapphirebunnyart]

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes! Can we go again?"

"Of course we can."

[plasticfreckles]

i am once again looking for a very specific fanart.

featuring someone's lavellan and cullen, but it was kind of like as if lavellan had snapchat???

i seem to remember lavellan having LOOOOONG light-colored hair and wearing a burgundy dress with a long leg slit

there was also one featuring cullen being clearly topless and sleeping/resting and lavellan being snarky about it

it was a post of like 3 or 4 images

hit me up if u know it pls? 🥺🥺🥺

[kittynomsdeplume]

A Curious Bird

Summary: Best friends, Rylen and Cullen, are on their way to attend the house-warming of their old Kirkwall University chums, Carver and Anders.

Rylen has braced himself to endure an evening with Anders’ snobby, pseudo-intellectual friends, looking forward merely to catching up with Carver and Bethany.

Little does he suspect, that he’s about to have a fateful encounter that will change the course of his life.

Relationship: Knight-Captain Rylen/Farie Lavellan Rating: Teen+ Word Count: 14900

Preview: Rylen pushed himself up the last flight of stairs, his legs beginning to burn from the effort of racing up to the sixth floor of his apartment building. He slumped against the wall as he finally reached the landing, holding his side as he gasped in air. He could feel age creeping up on him; in his knees, in his back — too much time now spent behind a desk.

Once he had caught his breath, he peeled himself from the wall with a groan and jogged down the plush carpeted hall toward his and Cullen’s apartment. He fished a spare key from the small zippered pocket on the front of his hoodie, and the moment he unlocked the door, Cullen was upon him — flustered and frantic.

“Where have you been?” Cullen exclaimed. “Did you forget about the house-warming?”

“Course not,” Rylen scoffed as he eased out of his runners. He tugged at the front of his hoodie, feeling unbearably sticky and hot now in the warmth of the apartment. “Figured I had time for a wee run before we left.”

“I tried to call you.” Cullen followed him from the front entry, hounding him as Rylen made for the bathroom.

“Och… I left my phone,” Rylen replied sheepishly. Cullen made a strangled sound of exasperation. “Give us ten minutes to shower?”

“Ten minutes,” Cullen exhorted, emphasising the point with a stern flick of his finger. Rylen nodded in assurance as he closed the door to the bathroom, doing his utmost to not look amused.

Once safely alone, he chortled quietly to himself as he peeled off his sweat soaked clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Despite their long standing friendship, the appropriate time to arrive at a party would remain always a point of contention. Directly at the appointed time, was ten minutes too late for Cullen, but too unreasonably early as far as Rylen was concerned. No-one in Starkhaven ever arrived on time to a gathering.

He quickly hopped into the shower, not waiting for the water to warm and he shivered violently as he ducked under the stream. The water slowly warmed and filled the room with steam, the heat and pressure of the spray a wonderful tonic for his aching muscles. He resisted the urge to linger however, and gave himself a perfunctory wash; letting the shampoo he rinsed from his hair, the foamy bubbles slowly gliding down over his body, do the lion’s share of cleaning.

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[pinayelf]

Another modern au thingy ❤️

Immy is not only lactose intolerant she is also snow intolerant lmao

[curioushappenstance]

“Smile!”

“Inquisitor… what are you doing?”

[theeveningrose]

Been some time since I posted Cullen with a dog. So here's Cullen with a dog.

[greypetrel]

"Dorian, are you sure we should let Aisling buy the tickets for the concert?"

"Yes, Cullen, absolutely. We can't keep anticipating her money all the time, it isn't fair. She needs to do it this time. I made her promise she would buy tickets for Ed Sheeran, don't worry."

"Did you check her hands as she swore?"

"... Well come on she wouldn't be-"

"I'll buy ear plugs."

Some DadWolf AU as a threat as I slow down a little. Aisling being the DreadPup, basically, and you can bet both Solas and Varric are there laughing.

(thank you, really, to everyone who told me kind words yesterday 💜 leaving you here with home-made popsicles and a cup of your favourite tea blend)

[isk4649]

2022/9/28 WIP Wednesday

Hello, hello, time for another WIP! Thank you for the tag, @kittynomsdeplume and @a11sha11fade.

As I mentioned, I just completed the finale fic for my modern AU series, Where the Waves Crest. And since I posted that devastating bit of surprise angst last week, I thought I would post the aftermath. Plus, I really love Tharin’s interaction with Vivienne here.

It’s a long one, but I hope it reads well!

Monday was tense. Tharin on his day off barely spoke a word to Cullen. An impasse they had stumbled onto continued unabated.

Tuesday was marginally better only because Tharin could spend the majority of the day at work.

As he entered the embassy grounds, Tharin felt as though he had finally exhaled the breath he had been holding all along. But the dull pain in his heart refused to subside.

Tharin stared at the monitor screen with his right hand perched on the mouse. He had ignored the announcement for a special incentive post bidding when it first came out. He had nothing to do with it. He was, after all, D.C. bound. But now that Cullen asked for a divorce and the deadline for the bidding was closing in, he found himself suddenly interested in it.

One of the available posts was a consular position in Shenyang. Since consular affairs was not exactly the most favored among foreign service officers and Shenyang was a hardship post, the position came with lots of perks. Plus, learning Chinese and having a diverse portfolio of roles could only be good for his corridor reputation.

Unseeing fog had descended and swathed his future overnight, and Tharin was reaching out blindly, attempting to find a familiar point of reference. And the only one he could think of was his career. Perhaps he would find his bliss in Shenyang. By his lonesome self.

But his hands merely hovered near the keyboard. If he began to type out his bid list, he would be accepting Cullen’s new proposal as the foregone conclusion. And he wasn’t sure he was ready.

The cursor on the document flickered lazily. Inert and indifferent.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

The more he dallied, the more paralyzing it became.

There was an insistent knock. His office door cracked open, and Vivienne peeked in. With an impassive tone, she stated, “Just a reminder, we have a noon meeting with the main opposition party chairwoman.”

Tharin nodded. “I have it down in my calendar.”

���Excellent.”

Tharin was about to revert his gaze to the screen to wrestle with the bid list some more. But he had a thought and called out, “Vivienne?”

The door had nearly shut, but at Tharin’s call, it swung back open. With raised eyebrows, Vivienne intoned, “Yes, my dear?”

With his voice hoarse for some inexplicable reason, Tharin rasped, “How competitive do you think I’d be for a post in Shenyang?”

Vivienne placed her hands on her hips. Her eyebrows relaxed as she drawled, “Fairly competitive, and Shenyang’s backwaters in China and near North Korea, so there won’t be many people fighting over it.” She ambled to Tharin’s desk and placed her hands on it, leaning forward. Her unemotional face closed in. “Are you interested in an SIP?”

“Yes.”

“Have you discussed this with your husband?”

“He’s…” Tharin huffed a long sigh until his body crumpled, “irrelevant now.”

“I see.” Vivienne straightened her back and folded her arms. She nodded, the corners of her lips raised just enough for her to look pleased. “You made the right choice.” As she turned to walk away, she said matter-of-factly, “The deadline must be close. I will get the rec out ASAP.

The choice was made for me, Tharin wanted to yell. But he instead muttered, “Thank you. I owe you one.”

Vivienne emitted an amused sniff. “Oh dear, do try to refrain from saying something you may regret later.”

Tagging @jonogueira, @kemvee, @tessa1972, @raflesia65, and anyone who wants to show off their WIP!

[sapphirebunnyart]

Cullen and Kayla from an College/University AU created on a Dragon Age server I’m in.

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[conversationswiththemoon]

New MGiT fic: THE LION AND THE LARK

I just posted the first three chapters of my Modern Girl in Thedas fic, the first fic I've written in Bioware's sandbox. It's a Cullen romance, and I hesitate to call it a slowburn because it does have a strange arc. There will be fluff, angst, heartbreak, and smut. And, if we're all very very good, a happy ending. CHAPTER ONE - THE PORTAL 6 Solace, 9:41 Dragon The portal flared to life with an intense flash of eerie purple light. “Are you sure this will work?” Maxwell asked. The unease in his gaze had developed into a veritable stormcloud. His anxiety over this experiment was clearly growing by the second. “Well no,” Dorian replied, rolling a tip of his mustache back and forth between two fingers. A nervous habit. Not a good sign. “It is called theoretical magic, after all. That generally precludes surety, you know. As we've discussed. Exhaustively.” Max sighed. They had indeed been over the magical theorems numerous times. But something about the way the portal hummed made his skin crawl. Everything in his gut was starting to yell at him that something was not right. “Maybe Cassandra is right about this. If we're not sure, we could just make things worse.” There was a pointed cough behind them, where a few members of his inner circle had gathered to watch at a distance. Max didn't have to turn his head to know that Cassandra still vehemently objected to the attempt. Or that two of them had hands resting upon the hilts of their swords just in case. And she wasn't wrong. Dorian was a genius, to be sure, but if his mentor couldn't find a way to open a portal to a time before the Conclave explosion, could they expect to fare much better? And a failure could be disastrous. A memory of the future-that-cannot-be vividly flashed through Max's mind. The red lyrium-blighted husks of his companions, each with eyes glowing crimson from the horror spreading within. The thought made him shudder. “But is it not worth an effort?” Dorian had asked in their last discussion, an uncharacteristic pleading tone coloring his voice. “We've all been over these formulas again and again. They do not guarantee success, but they are logically sound. You know that! And yes, It might take some time, some trial and error. But I think there's a way to prevent the Breach from ever opening.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes falling to the floor. “I worked with Alexius. I know there is. There must be.” I can fix his mistake, is what he meant. And so they had reluctantly decided to try. The portal sparked, bathing the Undercroft in a its hypnotic violet glow. It buzzed maddeningly, crackling with bursts of sharp static in sporadic fits. It made Max, seasoned elemental mage though he was, deeply nervous. “This portal looks different from the one in Redcliffe. For starters, it's the wrong color.” “Different timestone. It's not the same one as Alexius used, but Dagna said but it should substitute adequately.” He took a step closer to the portal, squinting to see if he could discern anything on the opposite side, but couldn't make anything out. “Now, I just have to tune it to the right time and place.” He ran his thumb over the faceted gem in his hand. “That's the hard part.” But before he could begin, the portal cracked like a giant clap of thunder. Dorian took a hasty step backwards and noted the telltale blue shimmer of a barrier envelop his body. Max already had his staff ready. And then a woman tumbled out of the void.

Read THE LION AND THE LARK at AO3.

[kittynomsdeplume]

The latter half of this fic required a little bit of tweaking, but now that it's done, I'm very happy to share the piece I wrote for @knuttydraws during the BTV Satinalia gift exchange.

A Curious Bird

Summary: Best friends, Rylen and Cullen, are on their way to attend the house-warming of their old Kirkwall University chums, Carver and Anders.

Rylen has braced himself to endure an evening with Anders’ snobby, pseudo-intellectual friends, looking forward merely to catching up with Carver and Bethany.

Little does he suspect, that he’s about to have a fateful encounter that will change the course of his life.

Relationship: Rylen/Farie Lavellan Rating: Teen+ Word Count: 15220

Preview: Rylen pushed himself up the last flight of stairs, his legs beginning to burn from the effort of racing up to the sixth floor of his apartment building. He slumped against the wall as he finally reached the landing, holding his side as he gasped in air. He could feel age creeping up on him; in his knees, in his back — too much time now spent behind a desk.

Once he had caught his breath, he peeled himself from the wall with a groan and jogged down the plush carpeted hall toward his and Cullen’s apartment. He fished a spare key from the small zippered pocket on the front of his hoodie, and the moment he unlocked the door, Cullen was upon him — flustered and frantic.

“Where have you been?” Cullen exclaimed. “Did you forget about the house-warming?”

“Course not,” Rylen scoffed as he eased out of his runners. He tugged at the front of his hoodie, feeling unbearably sticky and hot now in the warmth of the apartment. “Figured I had time for a wee run before we left.”

“I tried to call you.” Cullen followed him from the front entry, hounding him as Rylen made for the bathroom.

“Och… I left my phone,” Rylen replied sheepishly. Cullen made a strangled sound of exasperation. “Give us ten minutes to shower?”

“Ten minutes,” Cullen exhorted, emphasising the point with a stern flick of his finger. Rylen nodded in assurance as he closed the door to the bathroom, doing his utmost to not look amused.

Once safely alone, he chortled quietly to himself as he peeled off his sweat soaked clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Despite their long standing friendship, the appropriate time to arrive at a party would remain always a point of contention. Directly at the appointed time, was ten minutes too late for Cullen, but too unreasonably early as far as Rylen was concerned. No-one in Starkhaven ever arrived on time to a gathering.

He quickly hopped into the shower, not waiting for the water to warm and he shivered violently as he ducked under the stream. The water slowly warmed and filled the room with steam, the heat and pressure of the spray a wonderful tonic for his aching muscles. He resisted the urge to linger however, and gave himself a perfunctory wash; letting the shampoo he rinsed from his hair, the foamy bubbles slowly gliding down over his body, do the lion’s share of cleaning.

Continue reading at AO3