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[Sister Goldring]

Ok, so marriage is out.  What about a commitment ceremony then?  

 

I refuse to save the world unless I can wear a pretty dress, get some jewelry and snuggle up to my honey!  I have standards.  

 

Or is Bioware Anti-family - quick someone call Fox news!  

[TreeHuggerHannah]

My Orc dragonborn would have had Orc marriage options, but she fell for a Breton instead - the heart wants what the heart wants! 

[Squeeze the Fish]

So, this is sort of off current topic, but I was wondering about the 1,000 page celebration that I keep hearing about. I'd like to participate (if it's open to everyone), but I'm not exactly sure what the parameters are. Could anyone clarify?  

[Karm]

So, this is sort of off current topic, but I was wondering about the 1,000 page celebration that I keep hearing about. I'd like to participate (if it's open to everyone), but I'm not exactly sure what the parameters are. Could anyone clarify?  

 

When we reach the 1000th page, we begin a glorious celebration, in which anyone can participate (quite a few of us are doing things to contribute), and it could be in any medium, really. You could draw/paint something, perhaps create a poem, write a fic, a song, maybe create some kind of amazing Cullen-themed confection! Anything goes (as long as Cullen's in it )!

[Gallopagos117]

It's awesome that you work in a shelter! I'm an animal shelter volunteer. Kitten season is in full swing here too - the kittens are adorable but man it's heartbreaking.

 

Early in Kitten Season...

 

Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"

Shelter Staff: "Aww...they're precious! *snuggles baby kitties*

 

By mid-Summer...

 

Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"

Shelter Staff: *groans* "Dear God! Not more kittens! Put those things back where you found them or so help me...!"

[BioFan (Official)]

GUYS! Just made a delicious drink, PERFECT for cullen's personality! 

 

 

#1000

 

 

 

It has a light citric taste, and the the aftertaste is super sweet and homey. 

[ilikesocks]

THANK YOU everyone! I really appreciate all the suggestions! I'll get the KMR asap tomorrow!

[Adela]

late but regarding Cullen changing clothes I think that he might, considering he had a different outfit in the war room concept art

[Jean]

Early in Kitten Season...

 

Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"

Shelter Staff: "Aww...they're precious! *snuggles baby kitties*

 

By mid-Summer...

 

Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"

Shelter Staff: *groans* "Dear God! Not more kittens! Put those things back where you found them or so help me...!"

Tell me about it. 

 

The upside, at least kittens and puppies have a higher chance of adoption (except poor black colored ones...) because "b'awww". Everyone always wants a puppy or kitten. See a lot of people then bring them back because, ohmygosh, they grow up and aren't small and fuzzy forever. 

Or a lot of breeders bringing them in because people who were so sure they'd take one, well, changed their minds. Now they don't have the room/time to keep taking care of them. 

 

I suppose I should mention that while I never volunteered at the local animal shelters (I'll say one of the highest kill rates and leave it at that), I do volunteer at a no-kill shelter. Also grew up seeing the result of what happens when people get a male and female cat and decide they don't want to pay the money to get them spayed/neutered.

 

Sorry if I seem a bit bitter, it is something that I am very passionate about. 

[ilikesocks]

Early in Kitten Season...
 
Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"
Shelter Staff: "Aww...they're precious! *snuggles baby kitties*
 
By mid-Summer...
 
Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"
Shelter Staff: *groans* "Dear God! Not more kittens! Put those things back where you found them or so help me...!"

The people I'm getting them from said they brought them to the shelter to see if they would take them and they said they had room for kittens but since these 2 were so small, they couldn't accept them and could only euthanize them so they posted on fb and I saw it. I'm so glad I did!

[BioFan (Official)]

late but regarding Cullen changing clothes I think that he might, considering he had a different outfit in the war room concept art

 

 

OHHHH YEAHHHH

 

Totally different. Maybe that's his fighting outfit?

[Damate]

Early in Kitten Season...
 
Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"
Shelter Staff: "Aww...they're precious! *snuggles baby kitties*
 
By mid-Summer...
 
Public: "Look at these cute baby kitties we found!"
Shelter Staff: *groans* "Dear God! Not more kittens! Put those things back where you found them or so help me...!"

I can't help myself!!!

GIF

Spoiler

[TreeHuggerHannah]

So here's the short little fic I promised you guys earlier. As I said, it was intended for the Page 1000 celebration, but as it turned out - well, I don't really want to do it that way, but I thought you might want to read it anyway, so here you go!

 

This somehow came about in thinking about the potential "raunchy" theme and the trailer release.

 

The first paragraph may be mildly NSFW; it's honestly pretty tame but I didn't want to blindside anybody whose grandma might be reading over their shoulder or something. 

 

 

 

Marked and Scarred

 

Spoiler

There were no words in the half-light, at least not coherent ones. Only sharp exhalations, sighs, hastily suppressed moans of pleasure. Cullen’s back was pressed against the bookshelf, and his elbow knocked a few ancient tomes to the floor as he drew her into an embrace and pressed his lips to hers. The only attention he paid to the scattered books was lightly pushing them aside with a booted foot. She paid them no attention at all, focused as she was on opening his shirt and kissing his now-bared chest.

 

The Inquisitor turned the corner and almost dropped the stack of books she was holding. Varric had told her Cullen was in the library, but had neglected to mention that Cullen had not gone there alone. She stood in the doorway, mortified to have stumbled in upon their private embraces, paralyzed in anticipation of the mutually humiliating moment when their eyes met – a moment that never came. Wrapped up as they were in each other, neither Cullen nor his lover noticed the Inquisitor was there.

 

She didn’t feel anything but happy for Cullen, she insisted to herself. He deserved to have this. If anyone deserved love, he did. Cullen was a good man, and one who had been through so much. The emotions that roiled in her own heart – jealousy, envy, desire for him – had to be denied. 

 

“I think it would be best if we kept this professional, Inquisitor,” he had said when she’d made her embarrassingly inexperienced attempt at flirtation. He’d had the grace to try to avoid dropping his gaze to her left hand; he hadn’t quite succeeded, and the meaning was clear. He had added, “You know I respect you highly as a leader.” Praise, certainly – but the finality of the tone told her that he would never respect her as anything else. Nothing that came back from the Fade marked would be allowed in his life. In his bed. In his heart.

 

It wasn’t hard to accept, really. At least, it shouldn’t have been. How many times had she lain awake while her comrades slept, accusing herself of being tainted, unclean? What tiny, foolish hope had allowed her to consider, however briefly, that Cullen might see her any differently than she saw herself?

 

She left the books in a neat stack by the door, and left the lovers undisturbed in their private moment. The next time she spoke to Cullen, it was as though nothing had happened; of course, as far as he was concerned, it hadn’t. As always, he was courteous. The man was unfailingly polite. As always, she kept her left hand tucked behind her back as she talked to him, painfully aware that seeing it bothered him.

 

“Have a good evening, Cullen,” she said, and smiled. When he had gone, she took a book of sermons to her chair by the fire and began to read, losing herself in the familiar words and the soft play of the firelight across the page.

 

A test of faith, all of it. It was getting easier.

[ChachiBobinks]

OHHHH YEAHHHH
 
Totally different. Maybe that's his fighting outfit?

That's quite the difference there.

[Adela]

 

So here's the short little fic I promised you guys earlier. As I said, it was intended for the Page 1000 celebration, but as it turned out - well, I don't really want to do it that way, but I thought you might want to read it anyway, so here you go!

 

This somehow came about in thinking about the potential "raunchy" theme and the trailer release.

 

The first paragraph may be mildly NSFW; it's honestly pretty tame but I didn't want to blindside anybody whose grandma might be reading over their shoulder or something. 

 

 

 

Marked and Scarred

 

Spoiler

There were no words in the half-light, at least not coherent ones. Only sharp exhalations, sighs, hastily suppressed moans of pleasure. Cullen’s back was pressed against the bookshelf, and his elbow knocked a few ancient tomes to the floor as he drew her into an embrace and pressed his lips to hers. The only attention he paid to the scattered books was lightly pushing them aside with a booted foot. She paid them no attention at all, focused as she was on opening his shirt and kissing his now-bared chest.

 

The Inquisitor turned the corner and almost dropped the stack of books she was holding. Varric had told her Cullen was in the library, but had neglected to mention that Cullen had not gone there alone. She stood in the doorway, mortified to have stumbled in upon their private embraces, paralyzed in anticipation of the mutually humiliating moment when their eyes met – a moment that never came. Wrapped up as they were in each other, neither Cullen nor his lover noticed the Inquisitor was there.

 

She didn’t feel anything but happy for Cullen, she insisted to herself. He deserved to have this. If anyone deserved love, he did. Cullen was a good man, and one who had been through so much. The emotions that roiled in her own heart – jealousy, envy, desire for him – had to be denied. 

 

“I think it would be best if we kept this professional, Inquisitor,” he had said when she’d made her embarrassingly inexperienced attempt at flirtation. He’d had the grace to try to avoid dropping his gaze to her left hand; he hadn’t quite succeeded, and the meaning was clear. He had added, “You know I respect you highly as a leader.” Praise, certainly – but the finality of the tone told her that he would never respect her as anything else. Nothing that came back from the Fade marked would be allowed in his life. In his bed. In his heart.

 

It wasn’t hard to accept, really. At least, it shouldn’t have been. How many times had she lain awake while her comrades slept, accusing herself of being tainted, unclean? What tiny, foolish hope had allowed her to consider, however briefly, that Cullen might see her any differently than she saw herself?

 

She left the books in a neat stack by the door, and left the lovers undisturbed in their private moment. The next time she spoke to Cullen, it was as though nothing had happened; of course, as far as he was concerned, it hadn’t. As always, he was courteous. The man was unfailingly polite. As always, she kept her left hand tucked behind her back as she talked to him, painfully aware that seeing it bothered him.

 

“Have a good evening, Cullen,” she said, and smiled. When he had gone, she took a book of sermons to her chair by the fire and began to read, losing herself in the familiar words and the soft play of the firelight across the page.

 

A test of faith, all of it. It was getting easier.

 

...WHYYYYYY????....................... HE IS A LI IN DAI!!!

[Damate]

So here's the short little fic I promised you guys earlier. As I said, it was intended for the Page 1000 celebration, but as it turned out - well, I don't really want to do it that way, but I thought you might want to read it anyway, so here you go!
 
This somehow came about in thinking about the potential "raunchy" theme and the trailer release.
 
The first paragraph may be mildly NSFW; it's honestly pretty tame but I didn't want to blindside anybody whose grandma might be reading over their shoulder or something. 
 
 
 
Marked and Scarred
 

Spoiler

There were no words in the half-light, at least not coherent ones. Only sharp exhalations, sighs, hastily suppressed moans of pleasure. Cullen’s back was pressed against the bookshelf, and his elbow knocked a few ancient tomes to the floor as he drew her into an embrace and pressed his lips to hers. The only attention he paid to the scattered books was lightly pushing them aside with a booted foot. She paid them no attention at all, focused as she was on opening his shirt and kissing his now-bared chest.
 
The Inquisitor turned the corner and almost dropped the stack of books she was holding. Varric had told her Cullen was in the library, but had neglected to mention that Cullen had not gone there alone. She stood in the doorway, mortified to have stumbled in upon their private embraces, paralyzed in anticipation of the mutually humiliating moment when their eyes met – a moment that never came. Wrapped up as they were in each other, neither Cullen nor his lover noticed the Inquisitor was there.
 
She didn’t feel anything but happy for Cullen, she insisted to herself. He deserved to have this. If anyone deserved love, he did. Cullen was a good man, and one who had been through so much. The emotions that roiled in her own heart – jealousy, envy, desire for him – had to be denied. 
 
“I think it would be best if we kept this professional, Inquisitor,” he had said when she’d made her embarrassingly inexperienced attempt at flirtation. He’d had the grace to try to avoid dropping his gaze to her left hand; he hadn’t quite succeeded, and the meaning was clear. He had added, “You know I respect you highly as a leader.” Praise, certainly – but the finality of the tone told her that he would never respect her as anything else. Nothing that came back from the Fade marked would be allowed in his life. In his bed. In his heart.
 
It wasn’t hard to accept, really. At least, it shouldn’t have been. How many times had she lain awake while her comrades slept, accusing herself of being tainted, unclean? What tiny, foolish hope had allowed her to consider, however briefly, that Cullen might see her any differently than she saw herself?
 
She left the books in a neat stack by the door. The next time she spoke to Cullen, it was as though nothing had happened; of course, as far as he was concerned, it hadn’t. As always, he was courteous. The man was unfailingly polite. As always, she kept her left hand tucked behind her back as she talked to him, painfully aware that seeing it bothered him.
 
“Have a good evening, Cullen,” she said, and smiled. When he had gone, she took a book of sermons to her chair by the fire and began to read, losing herself in the familiar words and the soft play of the firelight across the page.
 
A test of faith, all of it. It was getting easier.

...FOR WHY?!?!

Spoiler

No, but seriously... The FEELS! I love it. How wretched if they did drop a Mage restriction on us, but still... how appropriate, too.
And bravo for getting so much feeling across without rambling frivolity. I say this with envy and respect, as rambling verbosity is a flaw I've struggled with for ages when it comes to writing. Well done!!!

[TreeHuggerHannah]

...WHYYYYYY????....................... HE IS A LI IN DAI!!!

 

Haha, I know, I know, it's just fic! 

 

If it really went that way, it would definitely save on the romance budget, though...

 

Inquisitor: Hey Cullen, want to have a romance?

 

Cullen: Thanks for the offer, but your glowing hand is too creepy.

 

Inquisitor: Well, okay.

 

fin

 

[BioFan (Official)]

That's quite the difference there.

 

 

IKR!

 

 

I wanna be able to change up his outfit, not that I'm protesting either appearances. 

 

 

[TreeHuggerHannah]

...FOR WHY?!?!

 

No, but seriously... The FEELS! I love it. How wretched if they did drop a Mage restriction on us, but still... how appropriate, too.
And bravo for getting so much feeling across without rambling frivolity. I say this with envy and respect, as rambling verbosity is a flaw I've struggled with for ages when it comes to writing. Well done!!!

 

I'm glad you liked it.

 

At risk of you thinking I'm an even worse person than you already do ( ), the Inquisitor in the story isn't necessarily a mage. Your warriors and rogues too can be rejected by Cullen for being marked by the Fade! I wouldn't want to leave anybody out. Um... yay? 

[Adela]

 

Haha, I know, I know, it's just fic! 

 

If it really went that way, it would definitely save on the romance budget, though...

 

Inquisitor: Hey Cullen, want to have a romance?

 

Cullen: Thanks for the offer, but your glowing hand is too creepy.

 

Inquisitor: Well, okay.

 

fin

 

LOL if that were to happen it will be the only time I would actually use the murder knife on him... NO ONE MESSES BEHIND MY INQUISITOR'S BACK

[Jean]

 

So here's the short little fic I promised you guys earlier. As I said, it was intended for the Page 1000 celebration, but as it turned out - well, I don't really want to do it that way, but I thought you might want to read it anyway, so here you go!

 

This somehow came about in thinking about the potential "raunchy" theme and the trailer release.

 

The first paragraph may be mildly NSFW; it's honestly pretty tame but I didn't want to blindside anybody whose grandma might be reading over their shoulder or something. 

 

 

 

Marked and Scarred

 

Spoiler

There were no words in the half-light, at least not coherent ones. Only sharp exhalations, sighs, hastily suppressed moans of pleasure. Cullen’s back was pressed against the bookshelf, and his elbow knocked a few ancient tomes to the floor as he drew her into an embrace and pressed his lips to hers. The only attention he paid to the scattered books was lightly pushing them aside with a booted foot. She paid them no attention at all, focused as she was on opening his shirt and kissing his now-bared chest.

 

The Inquisitor turned the corner and almost dropped the stack of books she was holding. Varric had told her Cullen was in the library, but had neglected to mention that Cullen had not gone there alone. She stood in the doorway, mortified to have stumbled in upon their private embraces, paralyzed in anticipation of the mutually humiliating moment when their eyes met – a moment that never came. Wrapped up as they were in each other, neither Cullen nor his lover noticed the Inquisitor was there.

 

She didn’t feel anything but happy for Cullen, she insisted to herself. He deserved to have this. If anyone deserved love, he did. Cullen was a good man, and one who had been through so much. The emotions that roiled in her own heart – jealousy, envy, desire for him – had to be denied. 

 

“I think it would be best if we kept this professional, Inquisitor,” he had said when she’d made her embarrassingly inexperienced attempt at flirtation. He’d had the grace to try to avoid dropping his gaze to her left hand; he hadn’t quite succeeded, and the meaning was clear. He had added, “You know I respect you highly as a leader.” Praise, certainly – but the finality of the tone told her that he would never respect her as anything else. Nothing that came back from the Fade marked would be allowed in his life. In his bed. In his heart.

 

It wasn’t hard to accept, really. At least, it shouldn’t have been. How many times had she lain awake while her comrades slept, accusing herself of being tainted, unclean? What tiny, foolish hope had allowed her to consider, however briefly, that Cullen might see her any differently than she saw herself?

 

She left the books in a neat stack by the door, and left the lovers undisturbed in their private moment. The next time she spoke to Cullen, it was as though nothing had happened; of course, as far as he was concerned, it hadn’t. As always, he was courteous. The man was unfailingly polite. As always, she kept her left hand tucked behind her back as she talked to him, painfully aware that seeing it bothered him.

 

“Have a good evening, Cullen,” she said, and smiled. When he had gone, she took a book of sermons to her chair by the fire and began to read, losing herself in the familiar words and the soft play of the firelight across the page.

 

A test of faith, all of it. It was getting easier.

 

I'm apparently out of likes, but I thoroughly enjoyed this. 

[Adela]

I'm glad you liked it.

 

At risk of you thinking I'm an even worse person than you already do ( ), the Inquisitor in the story isn't necessarily a mage. Your warriors and rogues too can be rejected by Cullen for being marked by the Fade! I wouldn't want to leave anybody out. Um... yay? 

And here i was about to say that im glad that i will be playing as a rogue....

[TreeHuggerHannah]

And here i was about to say that im glad that i will be playing as a rogue....

 

Yeah, sorry!  I had my mage character loosely in mind when I wrote this, but given the specific thing that put Cullen off, the class wouldn't make any difference. 

[Damate]

I'm glad you liked it.

At risk of you thinking I'm an even worse person than you already do ( ), the Inquisitor in the story isn't necessarily a mage. Your warriors and rogues too can be rejected by Cullen for being marked by the Fade! I wouldn't want to leave anybody out. Um... yay?

I don't think you horrible at all. And yes, I realized my error after posting... I think I assumed Mage because you sometimes speak of a Mage Inquisitor you plan on playing? A sweet one? Or... Am I confusing you with someone else? How embarrassing, if so!

Also, I'm just still somewhat paranoid about a Mage restriction against a Cullen romance, and (obviously!) it shows!

EDIT: read post above mine! Whew! I didn't have you embarrassingly confused with someone else.

[BevH]

 

So here's the short little fic I promised you guys earlier. As I said, it was intended for the Page 1000 celebration, but as it turned out - well, I don't really want to do it that way, but I thought you might want to read it anyway, so here you go!

 

This somehow came about in thinking about the potential "raunchy" theme and the trailer release.

 

The first paragraph may be mildly NSFW; it's honestly pretty tame but I didn't want to blindside anybody whose grandma might be reading over their shoulder or something. 

 

 

 

Marked and Scarred

 

Spoiler

There were no words in the half-light, at least not coherent ones. Only sharp exhalations, sighs, hastily suppressed moans of pleasure. Cullen’s back was pressed against the bookshelf, and his elbow knocked a few ancient tomes to the floor as he drew her into an embrace and pressed his lips to hers. The only attention he paid to the scattered books was lightly pushing them aside with a booted foot. She paid them no attention at all, focused as she was on opening his shirt and kissing his now-bared chest.

 

The Inquisitor turned the corner and almost dropped the stack of books she was holding. Varric had told her Cullen was in the library, but had neglected to mention that Cullen had not gone there alone. She stood in the doorway, mortified to have stumbled in upon their private embraces, paralyzed in anticipation of the mutually humiliating moment when their eyes met – a moment that never came. Wrapped up as they were in each other, neither Cullen nor his lover noticed the Inquisitor was there.

 

She didn’t feel anything but happy for Cullen, she insisted to herself. He deserved to have this. If anyone deserved love, he did. Cullen was a good man, and one who had been through so much. The emotions that roiled in her own heart – jealousy, envy, desire for him – had to be denied. 

 

“I think it would be best if we kept this professional, Inquisitor,” he had said when she’d made her embarrassingly inexperienced attempt at flirtation. He’d had the grace to try to avoid dropping his gaze to her left hand; he hadn’t quite succeeded, and the meaning was clear. He had added, “You know I respect you highly as a leader.” Praise, certainly – but the finality of the tone told her that he would never respect her as anything else. Nothing that came back from the Fade marked would be allowed in his life. In his bed. In his heart.

 

It wasn’t hard to accept, really. At least, it shouldn’t have been. How many times had she lain awake while her comrades slept, accusing herself of being tainted, unclean? What tiny, foolish hope had allowed her to consider, however briefly, that Cullen might see her any differently than she saw herself?

 

She left the books in a neat stack by the door, and left the lovers undisturbed in their private moment. The next time she spoke to Cullen, it was as though nothing had happened; of course, as far as he was concerned, it hadn’t. As always, he was courteous. The man was unfailingly polite. As always, she kept her left hand tucked behind her back as she talked to him, painfully aware that seeing it bothered him.

 

“Have a good evening, Cullen,” she said, and smiled. When he had gone, she took a book of sermons to her chair by the fire and began to read, losing herself in the familiar words and the soft play of the firelight across the page.

 

A test of faith, all of it. It was getting easier.

 

If this actually happens in the game, tables BEWARE!!!!  Well done!