Isadora Trevelyan & Cullen Rutherford 

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a soft, little moment i commissioned from @commander-sarahs-art !!! i love how it turned out so much!!!!! 

Still on vacation until next week but used the time on the beach to paint in procreate (or try xD) so take some more love for Cullen and Aisling ♡

"I will not give less to the Inquisition than I did the Chantry."

pg2 of Ada and Cullens first one on one convo

cullen is feeling flustered

We Live To Fight Another Day

— (Cullen & Ellana)

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After every battle, Cullen was the first one she searched for.

It was selfish of her, she knew. Ellana was not some inconspicuous soldier in an army, or someone who could fade into a crowd. She was the Inquisitor, the revered Herald of Andraste, the leader that armies of thousands looked to for guidance. Her duty was to honour the fallen, and to be a beacon of strength in times of weakness. Ellana’s duty was to Thedas, and nothing else.

And yet as her eyes solemnly crossed over the hundreds of slumped figures lying motionless in the bloodstained grass, it was a head of blonde hair that she prayed she would not find among them.

Each step she took, each breath she drew, was a reminder of her failure. The battle was won, yes, and there was much to celebrate, but it was at the expense of her own people. The blood of her enemies stained her skin and tarnished her armour, yet it was her soldiers’ blood that painted the landscape red.

She had failed them.

‘Selfish,’ her mind whispered to her, as she searched face after face and was relieved each time it wasn’t him. ‘They are dead, because of you, and yet you still search for him. You do not deserve to feel life’s joy.’

“I know,” Ellana said aloud. The shackles that bound her in her mind rattled. “I know.”

“Inquisitor!”

Ellana turned, her cape snapping behind her with the sudden motion – and there he was. Bruised, flushed, and breathing, Cullen stared at her from mere paces away. On his face was an expression of pure, unadulterated relief as he watched her, his brown eyes swimming with indescribable emotion.

“Cullen,” she said. Or perhaps she whispered it, or shouted - Ellana wasn’t certain. All she knew was that one moment, they were gazing upon one another from an agonizing distance, and the next the sharp clang of metal echoed out as they crashed together in a desperate embrace.

Ellana clutched at him wildly, pressing his head into the crook of her neck. She stared over Cullen’s shoulder with wide, sightless eyes, suddenly unable to fathom being apart from him at all.

He was alive. He was alive, and here, in her arms. They had both survived.

“Maker’s breath,” Cullen choked out, crushing her against his chest-plate with the force of his embrace. “I thought I had lost you. Ellana…”

“Cullen,” Ellana whispered, turning her head to nuzzle her nose against his cheek. He smelled of blood, and sweat, and glorious life. “Vhen’an. Cullen, my Cullen.”

He pulled back enough to stare at her incredulously, almost as if he weren’t certain that she was real. Cullen’s eyes were wide and dark, naked in their display of vulnerability. His lips trembled as he said, “If you had… if you had fallen in battle, I would not have been able to fight, to live on. Not without you. The thought is… terrifying.”

Ellana’s lips pulled back in a rare, bloodied smile. “I promised that I would never leave you, didn’t I?”

“So you did,” he whispered, and squeezed his tired eyes shut. “Oh, my Ellana.”

It was as easy as breathing for them both to lean in, then; to press their lips against one another in a gesture of a hundred unspoken promises. Ellana did not deserve happiness, nor did she deserve this little bit of peace that she had found; nevertheless, she could not bear the thought of pulling away.

Selfish, she was so selfish. ‘I know. I know.’

There was no word, no phrase, in any language, alive or dead, that could convey the depth of her profound love for Cullen. As such, she could only clutch him closer, thanking every deity out there for allowing them to have this one precious moment.

Perhaps there would be a day, someday, when she or Cullen would be felled on the battlefield, and it would be their turn for their lifeblood to soak deep into the earth. It could be one of them, or both of them, fingers reaching weakly for an absent figure as the life drained from their eyes, and their souls quietly crossed over into the Beyond.

That day was not this one. And so the Inquisitor closed her eyes, dropped her weapons, and finally allowed herself to feel.

first panel of cullen and my lavellans first one on one convo from the game <3 !!

more to come stay tuneeeddd!!

Irith and Commander Cullen have a uhh ✨dynamic✨, alright.

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Yall loved Irith so much it warmed my heart. Shes so fun and I just had to draw more. (And yes, she’s a Cullenmancer 🥰.)

Blurb from Cullen's Lucky coin on the BioWare Gear store 🥺

How I feel every time I ask a Chantry Boy™ if he’s taken any vows

Commander Sunshine ♥

Cullen + hugs (because he feels stronger when you hold him, right?)

I LOVE the way Cullen starts showing physical affection once you're in a relationship with him, so I wanted to make a gifset of his hugs (original video here).

Bonus:

Wicked Grace is very interesting...👀

Hey guys! I can’t post new artworks as often as I wish, cos I’m trying not to die at work. Feels really tired of all that shit. So I needed to draw something nice and warm to feel better. Hope you’ll enjoy it too!

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