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[QweenBeen]

HAHAHAHA. That was tooo damn funny. Oh my! I`m a Cullenite. I`m not even ashamed. It will pass though, it kinda did for Alistair. Until he shows up again.

Um yeah, thought I was over alistair til he was my warden and after I reeled for a second hearing his awesome voice, and new pretty face, figure quizzy could just ménage à trois and not stress over having to choose..and DAO alistair...*sigh* playing it now brings all good feelings back...so much for being a grown woman

[Thane4Ever]

Hey, guys. I didn't forget about you...but I had a pretty god awful day so I wasn't able to work on my snippet until this evening. I never go back on my promises however so although it's a little shorter than I would have liked, below is my version of what SHOULD have happened after the Temple of Mythal quest. Hope y'all enjoy 

 

Spoiler

 

Dark tendrils curled around Moira as she gingerly ascended the steps to her bedchamber. Whispers called, beckoned to her in a tongue so ancient she couldn’t fathom the words, yet she knew what they yearned for in the way they electrified her nerves and licked at the blood coursing through her veins. I need to lie down.

Reaching the landing, she welcomed the cool mountain breeze that gusted through the open door and ruffled her hair, and for a second the voices seeped back into her mind’s far recesses. In her brief moment of clarity, Moira spotted a figure on the balcony silhouetted by the night. Hands clasped firmly behind his back, he gazed out into the perpetual expanses of the sky, but upon hearing the wood creak beneath Moira’s feet, he spun around.

Within moments his hands clutched her face, eyes boring into her with such intensity she felt a sudden urge to look away. He searched desperately for an indication that she was still the same person who tenderly kissed him goodbye at Skyhold’s gate two weeks prior. So they’ve informed him…

“Moira,” he pleaded. “Please. Tell me it isn’t true.” Perspiration beaded on his hairline. “Promise me you didn’t drink from that well.”

Puffy, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his calloused hands shook from the magnified effects of lyrium withdrawal. She averted his gaze. “Cullen…I…had to…”

He released her and paced in front of her desk, running his hands repeatedly through his sandy curls. Abruptly, he slammed his fist on the polished wood. Moira sucked in sharply.

“What were you thinking?” he growled.  

“I was-”

“NO. You weren’t. Of course you weren’t thinking. And why should you? You’re the bloody INQUISITOR.” Muscles flexing, teeth clenching, he knocked the items off her desk. Letters and inquisition documents fluttered, pens rolled, ink splattered, and the vase full of flowers he picked from the garden the day before shattered on the floor.

Moira gaped at him in horror and sank to her knees amidst the glistening glass fragments. The whispers in her ears transformed into hissing shrieks. Triggered by her distress, they slammed into her mind, threatening to break it altogether. She clapped her hands over her ears. “Cullen! Please, stop!” she begged, voice cracking. “I-I had no other choice. I couldn’t let Morrigan drink from it. I…” Sobs escaped her lips.

Instantly ashamed of the chaos he caused, Cullen knelt down beside her. Gently, he placed her delicate hands in his and stroked them with his thumb. She trembled. “You must understand. I thought I lost you, Moira. When Leliana related that you drank from the well, I felt certain that you became victim to possession,” genuine concern replaced his fury.

“I sacrificed myself for the inquisition because I didn’t trust Morrigan, and couldn’t fathom the consequences had she been imbued with Mythal’s powers. I didn’t dare contemplate the repercussions of my actions, but I knew I had to be the one to do it. I am so sorry, Cullen,” she said.

He drew her into a hug, and she inhaled the familiar pine scent that clung to his skin. They stayed like that for a long time. As he stroked her hair and traced his fingers up and down her spine, their breathing aligned. She allowed herself to drift into unconsciousness in his protective embrace. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, and warmth bloomed throughout her body. He looked out at the shimmering beacons that illuminated the jet black sky. Maker protect her… 

I love it so much!!  Send this to Bioware so they can patch in a scene.  Do one for after Into The Abyss!

[Queen Rowan]

I love it so much!!  Send this to Bioware so they can patch in a scene.  Do one for after Into The Abyss!

 

Thanks!

 

Edit: Will definitely think about it!!!

[Cerulione]

Hey, guys. I didn't forget about you...but I had a pretty god awful day so I wasn't able to work on my snippet until this evening. I never go back on my promises however so although it's a little shorter than I would have liked, below is my version of what SHOULD have happened after the Temple of Mythal quest. Hope y'all enjoy 

 

Spoiler

 

Dark tendrils curled around Moira as she gingerly ascended the steps to her bedchamber. Whispers called, beckoned to her in a tongue so ancient she couldn’t fathom the words, yet she knew what they yearned for in the way they electrified her nerves and licked at the blood coursing through her veins. I need to lie down.

Reaching the landing, she welcomed the cool mountain breeze that gusted through the open door and ruffled her hair, and for a second the voices seeped back into her mind’s far recesses. In her brief moment of clarity, Moira spotted a figure on the balcony silhouetted by the night. Hands clasped firmly behind his back, he gazed out into the perpetual expanses of the sky, but upon hearing the wood creak beneath Moira’s feet, he spun around.

Within moments his hands clutched her face, eyes boring into her with such intensity she felt a sudden urge to look away. He searched desperately for an indication that she was still the same person who tenderly kissed him goodbye at Skyhold’s gate two weeks prior. So they’ve informed him…

“Moira,” he pleaded. “Please. Tell me it isn’t true.” Perspiration beaded on his hairline. “Promise me you didn’t drink from that well.”

Puffy, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his calloused hands shook from the magnified effects of lyrium withdrawal. She averted his gaze. “Cullen…I…had to…”

He released her and paced in front of her desk, running his hands repeatedly through his sandy curls. Abruptly, he slammed his fist on the polished wood. Moira sucked in sharply.

“What were you thinking?” he growled.  

“I was-”

“NO. You weren’t. Of course you weren’t thinking. And why should you? You’re the bloody INQUISITOR.” Muscles flexing, teeth clenching, he knocked the items off her desk. Letters and inquisition documents fluttered, pens rolled, ink splattered, and the vase full of flowers he picked from the garden the day before shattered on the floor.

Moira gaped at him in horror and sank to her knees amidst the glistening glass fragments. The whispers in her ears transformed into hissing shrieks. Triggered by her distress, they slammed into her mind, threatening to break it altogether. She clapped her hands over her ears. “Cullen! Please, stop!” she begged, voice cracking. “I-I had no other choice. I couldn’t let Morrigan drink from it. I…” Sobs escaped her lips.

Instantly ashamed of the chaos he caused, Cullen knelt down beside her. Gently, he placed her delicate hands in his and stroked them with his thumb. She trembled. “You must understand. I thought I lost you, Moira. When Leliana related that you drank from the well, I felt certain that you became victim to possession,” genuine concern replaced his fury.

“I sacrificed myself for the inquisition because I didn’t trust Morrigan, and couldn’t fathom the consequences had she been imbued with Mythal’s powers. I didn’t dare contemplate the repercussions of my actions, but I knew I had to be the one to do it. I am so sorry, Cullen,” she said.

He drew her into a hug, and she inhaled the familiar pine scent that clung to his skin. They stayed like that for a long time. As he stroked her hair and traced his fingers up and down her spine, their breathing aligned. She allowed herself to drift into unconsciousness in his protective embrace. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, and warmth bloomed throughout her body. He looked out at the shimmering beacons that illuminated the jet black sky. Maker protect her… 

 

Wheeeeew!!!!

Love it!!! Bioware, this is what should've happened!!!

 

Pine, eh?

[Thane4Ever]

Um yeah, thought I was over alistair til he was my warden and after I reeled for a second hearing his awesome voice, and new pretty face, figure quizzy could just ménage à trois and not stress over having to choose..and DAO alistair...*sigh* playing it now brings all good feelings back...so much for being a grown woman

I wasn't sure about his face right away, then I really really really liked it. I think it was just so different it took me a minute but I like how he doesn't look so "broski" now.  It is handsome but with character.

[Queen Rowan]

Wheeeeew!!!!

 

Pine, eh?

 

Lolol I couldn't remember what we had found out he smelled like but I knew it was something foresty so I went with pine lol!

[timebean]

Hey, guys. I didn't forget about you...but I had a pretty god awful day so I wasn't able to work on my snippet until this evening. I never go back on my promises however so although it's a little shorter than I would have liked, below is my version of what SHOULD have happened after the Temple of Mythal quest. Hope y'all enjoy 

 

Spoiler

 

Dark tendrils curled around Moira as she gingerly ascended the steps to her bedchamber. Whispers called, beckoned to her in a tongue so ancient she couldn’t fathom the words, yet she knew what they yearned for in the way they electrified her nerves and licked at the blood coursing through her veins. I need to lie down.

Reaching the landing, she welcomed the cool mountain breeze that gusted through the open door and ruffled her hair, and for a second the voices seeped back into her mind’s far recesses. In her brief moment of clarity, Moira spotted a figure on the balcony silhouetted by the night. Hands clasped firmly behind his back, he gazed out into the perpetual expanses of the sky, but upon hearing the wood creak beneath Moira’s feet, he spun around.

Within moments his hands clutched her face, eyes boring into her with such intensity she felt a sudden urge to look away. He searched desperately for an indication that she was still the same person who tenderly kissed him goodbye at Skyhold’s gate two weeks prior. So they’ve informed him…

“Moira,” he pleaded. “Please. Tell me it isn’t true.” Perspiration beaded on his hairline. “Promise me you didn’t drink from that well.”

Puffy, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his calloused hands shook from the magnified effects of lyrium withdrawal. She averted his gaze. “Cullen…I…had to…”

He released her and paced in front of her desk, running his hands repeatedly through his sandy curls. Abruptly, he slammed his fist on the polished wood. Moira sucked in sharply.

“What were you thinking?” he growled.  

“I was-”

“NO. You weren’t. Of course you weren’t thinking. And why should you? You’re the bloody INQUISITOR.” Muscles flexing, teeth clenching, he knocked the items off her desk. Letters and inquisition documents fluttered, pens rolled, ink splattered, and the vase full of flowers he picked from the garden the day before shattered on the floor.

Moira gaped at him in horror and sank to her knees amidst the glistening glass fragments. The whispers in her ears transformed into hissing shrieks. Triggered by her distress, they slammed into her mind, threatening to break it altogether. She clapped her hands over her ears. “Cullen! Please, stop!” she begged, voice cracking. “I-I had no other choice. I couldn’t let Morrigan drink from it. I…” Sobs escaped her lips.

Instantly ashamed of the chaos he caused, Cullen knelt down beside her. Gently, he placed her delicate hands in his and stroked them with his thumb. She trembled. “You must understand. I thought I lost you, Moira. When Leliana related that you drank from the well, I felt certain that you became victim to possession,” genuine concern replaced his fury.

“I sacrificed myself for the inquisition because I didn’t trust Morrigan, and couldn’t fathom the consequences had she been imbued with Mythal’s powers. I didn’t dare contemplate the repercussions of my actions, but I knew I had to be the one to do it. I am so sorry, Cullen,” she said.

He drew her into a hug, and she inhaled the familiar pine scent that clung to his skin. They stayed like that for a long time. As he stroked her hair and traced his fingers up and down her spine, their breathing aligned. She allowed herself to drift into unconsciousness in his protective embrace. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, and warmth bloomed throughout her body. He looked out at the shimmering beacons that illuminated the jet black sky. Maker protect her… 

Be-u-ti-ful!!  I love when Cullen gets intense and punches stuff (that's not weird, right?).  So good!!

[Queen Rowan]

Be-u-ti-ful!!  I love when Cullen gets intense and punches stuff (that's not weird, right?).  So good!!

 

ME. TOO. I wish I could've elaborated on that a bit more. But like I said I wanted to get it out to you guys today!! & thanks!

[Thane4Ever]

Lolol I couldn't remember what we had found out he smelled like but I knew it was something foresty so I went with pine lol!

Wait - where is there information on what he smells like???

[timebean]

Um yeah, thought I was over alistair til he was my warden and after I reeled for a second hearing his awesome voice, and new pretty face, figure quizzy could just ménage à trois and not stress over having to choose..and DAO alistair...*sigh* playing it now brings all good feelings back...so much for being a grown woman

Me too!  i thought i was over him till I made him a warden and...voila...I am NOT over him.  Not by a long shot!  I LOVE LOVE LOVE his character development as a warden..the sadness...the angst...the depth...GAH!!  It's all I ever wanted!!!  I replay my warden Alistair more than my Cullen scenes (blasphemy, I know...but it's true!!).  finally doing Adamant and letting him leave skyhold was waaaaaay too hard!

[Zarro-Morningstar]

Rowen that was so good! I just finished an angsty scene though...so I am pretty beaten down, lol!

[Cerulione]

Lolol I couldn't remember what we had found out he smelled like but I knew it was something foresty so I went with pine lol!

 

Oakmoss & Elderberry.

 

Talking about Oakmoss, I did wrote one about Cullen & perfumes

And guess what's the scent

[Cerulione]

Wait - where is there information on what he smells like???

 

A few weeks ago someone posted a screencap from MP, apparently the Alchemist said that Cullen smelled like Oakmoss & Elderberry.

 

Come on everyone, bring out your best fanfics on this! I've already written mine for the 5K

[timebean]

Wait - where is there information on what he smells like???

In the multiplayer, someone (the archanist maybe?) says he smells of elderflower and...sandlewood?  I think...

[Monica21]

I had this problem at first as well (I'm on a desktop). First off, do you have a compatible GPU? For laptops that's only 700M, 800M, and 900M series, with "select" 600M. It also only seems to work in fullscreen mode. 

 

The symptoms you describe is exactly the issue I had. What fixed it for me was:

• turn off Shadowplay
• shut down game
• restart computer
• turn on Shadowplay
• restart game
• voila

Not sure if that will help, but it worked for me! Now it works like a charm!

 

I was afraid of that. :/ Playing in fullscreen crashes for me. I haven't tried it lately and it's too late here for me to fudge around with it, but I will. Maybe I'll get lucky and fullscreen will magically work! And I do have the right card. It's a 765M.

 

@Apserath, I've also tried starting through nvidia, but no dice.

[timebean]

Oakmoss & Elderberry.

 

Talking about Oakmoss, I did wrote one about Cullen & perfumes

And guess what's the scent

Hah!  Well...I was close!

[Inanna Athanasia]

I wasn't sure about his face right away, then I really really really liked it. I think it was just so different it took me a minute but I like how he doesn't look so "broski" now.  It is handsome but with character.

I like him too, but wish they would of kept the thin pointed nose type that game Alistair a more manly sculpted look. I thought it looked like he had plastic surgery on his nose,lol. But overall, it is a great look. Yum Alistair....I love Cullen and always have since he first ran from my forward sex wanting Mage in Origins, but Alistair is just so yummy and cute that he will always be my fav romance. Too bad there is no option for a threesome with Alistair and Cullen, if so I could die a happy woman,lol.

[Thane4Ever]

So those of you who were crushign over Alistair and sort of got over it - how long did it take? How long will Cullen have this hold over me? LOL.  It doesn't help that I'm unemployed.

[MelissaGT]

In the multiplayer, someone (the archanist maybe?) says he smells of elderflower and...sandlewood?  I think...

 

It's Oakmoss and Elderflower....

[Cerulione]

Hah!  Well...I was close!

 

Oooh I love sandalwood!

 

So, who is going to write for 5K?

[Thane4Ever]

I got the lovely comment - *pumps fist in air*!  I had to travel away and come back.  "You're looking lovely today, have I told you that?" SWOON CITY

[The Closet Geek]

I have new post-game headcanon for Cullen, though I can't claim any credit for it.  Have patience with my rambling, folks, while I explain.  You're the only people I know who might possibly care.

 

I was rereading Terry Pratchett's 'Thud!' over the weekend (part of Pratchett's crime serial, Varric would love it.)  One part of the storyline focuses on Vimes' relationship with his infant son, and all of a sudden I could see all these parallels with a post-game Cullen - he's a chronic workaholic who's seen a lot of terrible things, and keeps expecting life to kick him in the balls.  He's had all these good things happen to him rather quickly- he's got status and power, a wife he adores, a child he loves fiercely - and there's this fearful part of him that's just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to happen and take all these wonderful things away from him.

 

A relevant quote from the book:

 

Spoiler

He had a lot of nightmares about Young Sam.  They involved empty cots, and darkness.

...

All this good fortune, all this fierce joy...it was wrong.  Surely the universe could not allow this amount of happiness in one man, not without presenting a bill.  Somewhere a big dark wave was cresting, and when it broke over his head it would wash everything away.  Some days, he was sure he could hear its distant roar...

 

So headcanon for Cullen:  post-game, married to F!Quizzy, his nightmares start to fade as Kinloch Hold loses his grip.  But then their first child is born and they come roaring back in different form, and he can't sleep, he finds himself getting up three times a night to check the baby's alright...

 

EDIT: Also holy crap, 21 replies to thread while i typed this up.

[Hellion Rex]

Hey, guys. I didn't forget about you...but I had a pretty god awful day so I wasn't able to work on my snippet until this evening. I never go back on my promises however so although it's a little shorter than I would have liked, below is my version of what SHOULD have happened after the Temple of Mythal quest. Hope y'all enjoy 

 

Spoiler

 

Dark tendrils curled around Moira as she gingerly ascended the steps to her bedchamber. Whispers called, beckoned to her in a tongue so ancient she couldn’t fathom the words, yet she knew what they yearned for in the way they electrified her nerves and licked at the blood coursing through her veins. I need to lie down.

Reaching the landing, she welcomed the cool mountain breeze that gusted through the open door and ruffled her hair, and for a second the voices seeped back into her mind’s far recesses. In her brief moment of clarity, Moira spotted a figure on the balcony silhouetted by the night. Hands clasped firmly behind his back, he gazed out into the perpetual expanses of the sky, but upon hearing the wood creak beneath Moira’s feet, he spun around.

Within moments his hands clutched her face, eyes boring into her with such intensity she felt a sudden urge to look away. He searched desperately for an indication that she was still the same person who tenderly kissed him goodbye at Skyhold’s gate two weeks prior. So they’ve informed him…

“Moira,” he pleaded. “Please. Tell me it isn’t true.” Perspiration beaded on his hairline. “Promise me you didn’t drink from that well.”

Puffy, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his calloused hands shook from the magnified effects of lyrium withdrawal. She averted his gaze. “Cullen…I…had to…”

He released her and paced in front of her desk, running his hands repeatedly through his sandy curls. Abruptly, he slammed his fist on the polished wood. Moira sucked in sharply.

“What were you thinking?” he growled.  

“I was-”

“NO. You weren’t. Of course you weren’t thinking. And why should you? You’re the bloody INQUISITOR.” Muscles flexing, teeth clenching, he knocked the items off her desk. Letters and inquisition documents fluttered, pens rolled, ink splattered, and the vase full of flowers he picked from the garden the day before shattered on the floor.

Moira gaped at him in horror and sank to her knees amidst the glistening glass fragments. The whispers in her ears transformed into hissing shrieks. Triggered by her distress, they slammed into her mind, threatening to break it altogether. She clapped her hands over her ears. “Cullen! Please, stop!” she begged, voice cracking. “I-I had no other choice. I couldn’t let Morrigan drink from it. I…” Sobs escaped her lips.

Instantly ashamed of the chaos he caused, Cullen knelt down beside her. Gently, he placed her delicate hands in his and stroked them with his thumb. She trembled. “You must understand. I thought I lost you, Moira. When Leliana related that you drank from the well, I felt certain that you became victim to possession,” genuine concern replaced his fury.

“I sacrificed myself for the inquisition because I didn’t trust Morrigan, and couldn’t fathom the consequences had she been imbued with Mythal’s powers. I didn’t dare contemplate the repercussions of my actions, but I knew I had to be the one to do it. I am so sorry, Cullen,” she said.

He drew her into a hug, and she inhaled the familiar pine scent that clung to his skin. They stayed like that for a long time. As he stroked her hair and traced his fingers up and down her spine, their breathing aligned. She allowed herself to drift into unconsciousness in his protective embrace. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, and warmth bloomed throughout her body. He looked out at the shimmering beacons that illuminated the jet black sky. Maker protect her… 

Imagery at the beginning was absolutely fabulous. Well done, my dear!

[timebean]

A few weeks ago someone posted a screencap from MP, apparently the Alchemist said that Cullen smelled like Oakmoss & Elderberry.

 

Come on everyone, bring out your best fanfics on this! I've already written mine for the 5K

I am working on a super angsty one meeslef for the 5k!  And it is...pretty sad.  I can't help myself!!!!  I blame Eluvianus Rex for the "Memories" theme!  Now I have that horrible old Boyz2 Men song kicking around my head all day at work and get home to write and...I torture poor Cullen because of it!

[Queen Rowan]

So those of you who were crushign over Alistair and sort of got over it - how long did it take? How long will Cullen have this hold over me? LOL.  It doesn't help that I'm unemployed.

 

Let's clear something up. You NEVER get over Alistair. And you will NEVER get over Cullen. Yw