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[Cerulione]

Tumblr can be extremely toxic. Especially with features called "Anon". But well, in the end all lies in who we block...

 

Arty I think I saw the post you mean, if it really bother you, it's probably an option to consider go talk to the person...? It might be understanding, it might help, or it might not. But at least it'll make you stop stressing over no?

Well... Or just stay here in the blanketfort

[meanieweenie]

Well apparently I said something in another thread that's so awful it made someone want to drop out of the thread  I've become the person I'd place on my own ignore list 

 

BSN is scary; I think I will go hide on tumblr again for a few days.

 

 

Tumblr can be extremely toxic. Especially with features called "Anon". But well, in the end all lies in who we block...

I recently saw a fabulous quote that can apply to all the general ugly that floats around:

 

"If I stop to kick every barking dog, I am not going to get where I'm going" ~ Jackie Joyner-Kersee

 

Let the dogs bark. 

[Cerulione]

I recently saw a fabulous quote that can apply to all the general ugly that floats around:

 

"If I stop to kick every barking dog, I am not going to get where I'm going" ~ Jackie Joyner-Kersee

 

Let the dogs bark. 

 

I know. But sometimes it's easier said than done...

[PrimaD]

Tumblr can be extremely toxic. Especially with features called "Anon". But well, in the end all lies in who we block...

 

 

I don't mind Anon.  I dislike Tumblr because I'm old and I want to go back to Dreamwidth.  

[Joe25]

How do you all think DA would have played out if Cullen was a mage?

[Cerulione]

How do you all think DA would have played out if Cullen was a mage?

 

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him".

 

Spoiler

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him", cried the village's Chanter, everytime Cullen passed in front of him. A young boy he was, barely six, wishing that one day he would be able to join the rang of the quiet, stoic village's Templar who stood vigilant at the other side of the entrance, guarding the Chantry. Sometime he came to them asking for training, and they would humour him. Taught him how to use a sword, how to protect with shields. He would join them one day, he would protect everyone. Including the mages. Yes, the mages too. Weren't the chantry sisters always taught him that every person is the work of the Maker Himself?

 

When he was seven, he discovered one morning that he had frozen his pillow while sleeping. It was frightening, to see Mia's face when she woke him up, and realized that he was sleeping on hard, frozen ice. His mother cried while pulling him into a hug, and his father quietly pat his shoulder, saying nothing, before going out to alert the Templar. None of his brothers and sister was able to said anything, except for giving him a hug. Goodbye was too much to be said. But Branson shoved into his hand a silver coin, the only thing he had in his pocket. "For luck!". He would need it, he was seven and he was a mage. He always dreamt being one of the protector, yet now he was going to be one who had to be locked away to protect the safety of the others.

 

Cullen was twelve when he was made apprentice of Enchanter Wynne. Through her, he learnt that there are truly meaning of the phrase he once heard so often during his childhood. "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". He could serve. He could use his magic to serve, too. The Maker had plans, he might not understand it yet or know what it is, but one day he would, probably. Or if He did not, then it was no use to weep over it. Jowan always said that he was stupid to listen to Wynne, but of course Jowan would say that. Surana just snorted and go back reading her book.

 

Cullen was eighteen when he was Harrowed, the first among the three friends. He was brought at the middle of the night into the top most level of the Tower, sent into the Fade and pitted to fight Envy demon. Because of course, as a child who once wished with all his heart to be a Templar, being surrounded by so many of them but would never be either one of them, he was often filled with Envy. But he won against Envy that day.

 

A few month after his Harrowing, Surana faced hers. She survived, of course, and now Jowan was the last unharrowed one among the three friends. He came to the two of them asking for help, a friend asking another friends' favour. He was going to be made Tranquil, and he wanted to escape. He did not want to participate, but Surana took a look at him and went quietly with Jowan. He did not have the heart to tell First Enchanter Irving about their plans, but he lurked around the Phylactery chamber, wishing that his friends wasn't captured.

 

But of course, nothing happened as they should. Kngiht-Commander Gregoire and First Enchanter Irving knew what was happening, and his friends were captured. But when the Templar approached his friends, he found that he was standing between the armoured warriors and his two friends before he could think of anything. Really, who would leave their friends undefended at times like this? They told him to stand down, and step back, but he refused. And before he could understand anything, Jowan turns into an abomination, and the confused aftermath caused Surana laying dead in his arms, the Blood Mage escaped, and he was sure they were going to executed him on place anyway, until he heard a man's voice cutting in sharply. "Knight-Commander Gregoire, First Enchanter Irving, if I may?"

 

Cullen was nineteen when he pushed the silver chalice to his lips, and drank the Darkspawn's blood. It burned him from the inside, but he survived it. Alistair gave him a pat at the shoulder and a pendant containing some of the blood that he wore beside a holed silver coin dangling on a chain.  "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". Now he understood what Wynne said. He would serve too, on his term.

 

Cullen was twenty when he stared at the Archdemon, high on the roof of Fort Drakon. Beside him, King Allistair. Either one of them has to give their life off to save Ferelden. And Ferelden needs its King.

 

Cullen was twenty when he died as a Hero. Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him. He had used his to serve, and never let it to rule over him.

[Joe25]

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him".

 

Spoiler

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him"., cried the village's Chanter, everytime Cullen passed in front of him. A young boy he was, barely six, wishing that one day he would be able to join the rang of the quiet, stoic village's Templar who stoods vigilant at the other side of the entrance, guarding the Chantry. Sometime he came to them asking for training, and they would humour him. Taught him how to use a sword, how to protect with shields. He would join them one day, he would protect everyone. Including the mages. Yes, the mages too. Weren't the chantry sisters always taught him that every person is the work of the Maker Himself?

 

When he was seven, he discovered one morning that he had frozen his pillow while sleeping. It was frightening, to see Mia's face when she woke him up, and realized that he was sleeping on hard, frozen ice. His mother cried while pulling him into a hug, and his father quietly pat his shoulder, saying nothing, before going out to alert the Templar. None of his brothers and sister was able to said anything, except for giving him a hug. Goodbye was too much to be said. But Branson shoved into his hand a silver coin, the only thing he had in his pocket. "For luck!". He would need it, he was seven and he was a mage. He always dreamt being one of the protector, yet now he was going to be one who had to be locked away to protect the safety of the others.

 

Cullen was twelve when he was made apprentice of Enchanter Wynne. Through her, he learnt that there are truly meaning of the phrase he once heard so often during his childhood. "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". He could serve. He could use his magic to serve, too. The Maker has plans, he might not understand it yet or know what it is, but one day he would, probably. Or if He does not, then it is no use to weep over it. Jowan always said that he was stupid to listen to Wynne, but of course Jowan would say that. Surana just snort and go back reading her book.

 

Cullen was eighteen when he was Harrowed, the first among the three friends. He was brought at the middle of the night into the topmost level of the Tower, sent into the Fade and pit to fight Envy demon. Because of course, as a child who once wished with all his heart to be a Templar, being surrounded by so many of them but would never be either one of them, he was often filled with Envy. But he won against Envy that day.

 

A few month after his Harrowing, Surana faced hers. She survived, of course, and now Jowan was the last unharrowed one among the three friends. He came to them asking for help, a friend asking another friend's favour. He was going to be made Tranquil, and he wanted escape. He did not want to participate, but Surana took a look at him and went quietly with Jowan. He did not have the heart to tell First Enchanter Irving about their plans, but he lurks around the Phylactery chamber, wishing that his friends wasn't captured.

 

But of course, nothing happens as they should. Kngiht-Commander Gregoire and First Enchanter Irving knew what was happening, and his friends were captured. But when the Templar approached his friends, he found that he was standing between the armoured warriors and his two friends before he could think of anything. Really, who would leave their friends undefended at times like this? They told him to stand down, and step back, but he refuses. And before he could understand anything, Jowan turns into an abomination, and the confused aftermath caused Surana laying dead in his arms, the Blood Mage escaped, and he was sure they were going to executed him on place anyway, until he heard a man's voice cutting in sharply. "Knight-Commander Gregoire, First Enchanter Irving, if I may?"

 

Cullen was nineteen when he pushed the silver chalice to his lips, and drink the Darkspawn's blood. It burns him from the inside, but he survived it. Alistair gave him a pat at the shoulder and a pendant containing some of the blood that now he wears beside a holed silver coin dangling on a chain.  "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". Now he understood what Wynne said. He would serve too, on his term.

 

Cullen was twenty when he stared at the Archdemon, high on the roof of Fort Drakon. Beside him, King Allistair. Either one of them has to give their life off to save Ferrelden. And Ferrelden needs its King.

 

Cullen was twenty when he died as a Hero. Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him. He had used his to serve, and never let his to rule over him, indeed.

Great Job!

[R2s Muse]

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him".
 

Spoiler

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him"., cried the village's Chanter, everytime Cullen passed in front of him. A young boy he was, barely six, wishing that one day he would be able to join the rang of the quiet, stoic village's Templar who stoods vigilant at the other side of the entrance, guarding the Chantry. Sometime he came to them asking for training, and they would humour him. Taught him how to use a sword, how to protect with shields. He would join them one day, he would protect everyone. Including the mages. Yes, the mages too. Weren't the chantry sisters always taught him that every person is the work of the Maker Himself?
 
When he was seven, he discovered one morning that he had frozen his pillow while sleeping. It was frightening, to see Mia's face when she woke him up, and realized that he was sleeping on hard, frozen ice. His mother cried while pulling him into a hug, and his father quietly pat his shoulder, saying nothing, before going out to alert the Templar. None of his brothers and sister was able to said anything, except for giving him a hug. Goodbye was too much to be said. But Branson shoved into his hand a silver coin, the only thing he had in his pocket. "For luck!". He would need it, he was seven and he was a mage. He always dreamt being one of the protector, yet now he was going to be one who had to be locked away to protect the safety of the others.
 
Cullen was twelve when he was made apprentice of Enchanter Wynne. Through her, he learnt that there are truly meaning of the phrase he once heard so often during his childhood. "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". He could serve. He could use his magic to serve, too. The Maker has plans, he might not understand it yet or know what it is, but one day he would, probably. Or if He does not, then it is no use to weep over it. Jowan always said that he was stupid to listen to Wynne, but of course Jowan would say that. Surana just snort and go back reading her book.
 
Cullen was eighteen when he was Harrowed, the first among the three friends. He was brought at the middle of the night into the topmost level of the Tower, sent into the Fade and pit to fight Envy demon. Because of course, as a child who once wished with all his heart to be a Templar, being surrounded by so many of them but would never be either one of them, he was often filled with Envy. But he won against Envy that day.
 
A few month after his Harrowing, Surana faced hers. She survived, of course, and now Jowan was the last unharrowed one among the three friends. He came to them asking for help, a friend asking another friend's favour. He was going to be made Tranquil, and he wanted escape. He did not want to participate, but Surana took a look at him and went quietly with Jowan. He did not have the heart to tell First Enchanter Irving about their plans, but he lurks around the Phylactery chamber, wishing that his friends wasn't captured.
 
But of course, nothing happens as they should. Kngiht-Commander Gregoire and First Enchanter Irving knew what was happening, and his friends were captured. But when the Templar approached his friends, he found that he was standing between the armoured warriors and his two friends before he could think of anything. Really, who would leave their friends undefended at times like this? They told him to stand down, and step back, but he refuses. And before he could understand anything, Jowan turns into an abomination, and the confused aftermath caused Surana laying dead in his arms, the Blood Mage escaped, and he was sure they were going to executed him on place anyway, until he heard a man's voice cutting in sharply. "Knight-Commander Gregoire, First Enchanter Irving, if I may?"
 
Cullen was nineteen when he pushed the silver chalice to his lips, and drink the Darkspawn's blood. It burns him from the inside, but he survived it. Alistair gave him a pat at the shoulder and a pendant containing some of the blood that now he wears beside a holed silver coin dangling on a chain.  "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". Now he understood what Wynne said. He would serve too, on his term.
 
Cullen was twenty when he stared at the Archdemon, high on the roof of Fort Drakon. Beside him, King Allistair. Either one of them has to give their life off to save Ferrelden. And Ferrelden needs its King.
 
Cullen was twenty when he died as a Hero. Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him. He had used his to serve, and never let his to rule over him, indeed.

OMG, Ceru!!! That was amazing! Brava!!! You should post that on AO3 or something! 
 
Now I'll go cry.   
 

 

[meanieweenie]

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him".

 

Spoiler

"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him"., cried the village's Chanter, everytime Cullen passed in front of him. A young boy he was, barely six, wishing that one day he would be able to join the rang of the quiet, stoic village's Templar who stoods vigilant at the other side of the entrance, guarding the Chantry. Sometime he came to them asking for training, and they would humour him. Taught him how to use a sword, how to protect with shields. He would join them one day, he would protect everyone. Including the mages. Yes, the mages too. Weren't the chantry sisters always taught him that every person is the work of the Maker Himself?

 

When he was seven, he discovered one morning that he had frozen his pillow while sleeping. It was frightening, to see Mia's face when she woke him up, and realized that he was sleeping on hard, frozen ice. His mother cried while pulling him into a hug, and his father quietly pat his shoulder, saying nothing, before going out to alert the Templar. None of his brothers and sister was able to said anything, except for giving him a hug. Goodbye was too much to be said. But Branson shoved into his hand a silver coin, the only thing he had in his pocket. "For luck!". He would need it, he was seven and he was a mage. He always dreamt being one of the protector, yet now he was going to be one who had to be locked away to protect the safety of the others.

 

Cullen was twelve when he was made apprentice of Enchanter Wynne. Through her, he learnt that there are truly meaning of the phrase he once heard so often during his childhood. "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". He could serve. He could use his magic to serve, too. The Maker has plans, he might not understand it yet or know what it is, but one day he would, probably. Or if He does not, then it is no use to weep over it. Jowan always said that he was stupid to listen to Wynne, but of course Jowan would say that. Surana just snort and go back reading her book.

 

Cullen was eighteen when he was Harrowed, the first among the three friends. He was brought at the middle of the night into the topmost level of the Tower, sent into the Fade and pit to fight Envy demon. Because of course, as a child who once wished with all his heart to be a Templar, being surrounded by so many of them but would never be either one of them, he was often filled with Envy. But he won against Envy that day.

 

A few month after his Harrowing, Surana faced hers. She survived, of course, and now Jowan was the last unharrowed one among the three friends. He came to them asking for help, a friend asking another friend's favour. He was going to be made Tranquil, and he wanted escape. He did not want to participate, but Surana took a look at him and went quietly with Jowan. He did not have the heart to tell First Enchanter Irving about their plans, but he lurks around the Phylactery chamber, wishing that his friends wasn't captured.

 

But of course, nothing happens as they should. Kngiht-Commander Gregoire and First Enchanter Irving knew what was happening, and his friends were captured. But when the Templar approached his friends, he found that he was standing between the armoured warriors and his two friends before he could think of anything. Really, who would leave their friends undefended at times like this? They told him to stand down, and step back, but he refuses. And before he could understand anything, Jowan turns into an abomination, and the confused aftermath caused Surana laying dead in his arms, the Blood Mage escaped, and he was sure they were going to executed him on place anyway, until he heard a man's voice cutting in sharply. "Knight-Commander Gregoire, First Enchanter Irving, if I may?"

 

Cullen was nineteen when he pushed the silver chalice to his lips, and drink the Darkspawn's blood. It burns him from the inside, but he survived it. Alistair gave him a pat at the shoulder and a pendant containing some of the blood that now he wears beside a holed silver coin dangling on a chain.  "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him". Now he understood what Wynne said. He would serve too, on his term.

 

Cullen was twenty when he stared at the Archdemon, high on the roof of Fort Drakon. Beside him, King Allistair. Either one of them has to give their life off to save Ferrelden. And Ferrelden needs its King.

 

Cullen was twenty when he died as a Hero. Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him. He had used his to serve, and never let his to rule over him, indeed.

That was fantastic! Agree with R2... you should post it!

[Tishina]

OMG, Ceru!!! That was amazing! Brava!!! You should post that on AO3 or something! 
 
Now I'll go cry.   
 

 

I agree with R2 too! It's beautiful!

[Joe25]

What if Cullen was a rouge?

[R2s Muse]

What if Cullen was a rouge?

Maybe a little pink rouge?

 

 

 

 

 

sorry, i couldn't resist. 

[Cerulione]

Great Job!

 

OMG, Ceru!!! That was amazing! Brava!!! You should post that on AO3 or something! 
 
Now I'll go cry.   
 

 

 

That was fantastic! Agree with R2... you should post it!

 

I agree with R2 too! It's beautiful!

 

WARDEN CULLEN WARDEN CULLEN WARDEN CULLEN!!! Awww R2s that's so great, I love that screenshot he looks SO GREAT in that armour

 

Hehe thanks really, didn't expect you guys will actually like it.

 

Although now that I re-read this with a clear head, I'm so sorry for all that grammar & spelling mistake

[thats1evildude]

Talk about a storybook romance.

http://elyngontier.d...ullen-596102607

[R2s Muse]

Talk about a storybook romance.

http://elyngontier.d...ullen-596102607

snort. Boy howdy!

[Joe25]

Talk about a storybook romance.

http://elyngontier.d...ullen-596102607

Spoiler

[R2s Muse]

can't recall if I posted this already. More loverly Cullen from the talented mellorianj.
 

 

C-21by MellorianJ

[Cerulione]

One point I really love from Mello is that she draws so much Cullen already that it doesn't worth to actually give a title and just give the drawing a number.

 

C-1: subject drawn on January 1 2014 etc.

[R2s Muse]

One point I really love from Mello is that she draws so much Cullen already that it doesn't worth to actually give a title and just give the drawing a number.

 

C-1: subject drawn on January 1 2014 etc.

I think it's more that she ran out of ideas for titling them. I think it was back in the run up to DA:I's release. LOL

[R2s Muse]

And one of my fave things for this early evil daylight savings of a Sunday morning: coffee!Cullen.
 

 

Cullen and Coffeeby Tamarandom

[R2s Muse]

What if Cullen was a rouge?

Answering if Cullen was a rogue, I initially didn't think it mattered too much. But then, I thought about the evil Templar hunters:
 

 
and how much I hate those motherfrakkers sneaking up on me. I dunno, I see Cullen as a straight up warrior, standing in the light in a straight forward fight. Bonus character development in the nicely symbolic shield he now bears since DA2. But if he were the assassin Templar? Lurking sneakily in the shadows to kill unsuspecting mages? That might have sent him on a slightly darker path that might have lengthened his way back to protecting mages. In my mind's eye, suddenly I see all the witcher!Cullen fanart I've seen, with two blade slung over his back and a more hardbitten look in his eye. 
 
 
 

Cullen Witcher of Thedasby OurMysticalNonsense

[Cerulione]

Not Cullen. I have no explanation for this at all. (x)

 

Spoiler

Just putting two of my big favourite characters in one frame. Uthvir the Hunter from the Looking Glass & the Queen herself. Consider this Arlathan!AU crossover with Jurassic Park.

 

 

Reference (x)

 

Please don't repost/mention this to tumblr, need to synchronize with everyone else participating in this crack!project. Probably later on today.

[Tishina]

Not Cullen. I have no explanation for this at all. (x)

 

Spoiler

Just putting two of my big favourite characters in one frame. Uthvir the Hunter from the Looking Glass & the Queen herself. Consider this Arlathan!AU crossover with Jurassic Park.

 

 

 

Reference (x)

 

Please don't repost/mention this to tumblr, need to synchronize with everyone else participating in this crack!project. Probably later on today.

Oh, Ceru! That's lovely!

[Danny Boy 7]

Oh, Ceru! That's lovely!

It really is!

[Cerulione]

Oh, Ceru! That's lovely!

 

It really is!

 

  Thanks for indulging my shennanigans XD

 

...I truly have zero explanation for the context except that somehow, a bunch of people including me decided that it's a good idea to throw some prickly ancient elf from an Arlathan AU story into Jurassic Park context...

 

...and now there's two of us wondering what will happen if the same red character's thrown into Rush style story but Moto GP instead of F1... It was supposed to be K-Drama/J-Sport Drama tropes...

 

...I'm obsessed with this Red Elf. Help

 

...Cullen's healthier. Or not.

 

...where we are again with Cullen as Rogue? I'm writing a Pirate!AU with Cullen inside but it's truly need working