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inkeyjay · 1 year
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He's a little bit tipsy and just saw Dorian Pavus enter the room.
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milton-chamberlain · 1 year
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camillekaze · 11 months
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The look of love, the rush of blood (x)
Another one for @ladymdc‘s Noir/1930′s AU that fully has me in a chokehold cuz what an aesthetic for Cullen x mage Trevelyan. 
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andraste-preserve-us · 6 months
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hi i have cullen thoughts for you <3 do you ever think about a mage trevelyan who had a Bad Time in the circle and how she and Cullen would get past the whole mage/templar mistrust and trauma thing?? it’s one of my fave fic tropes and i’d love to hear your thoughts! :)
Hi! Yes, I do. I actually had a whole fic with my mage inquisitor, Margo Trevelyan (my profile pic), who had that exact situation. I orphaned the fic on AO3 a while back, since it became really big and I just couldn't keep up with it, but I'm thinking of revamping it into a different version where Margo is actually the inquisitor's little sister who shows up at Haven insisting she help.
But anyway. In my original fic, because of her Bad Time at the Circle, she doesn't particularly trust Templars. She doesn't hate them, but isn't usually ready to get cozy super fast either. So she's not very forthcoming with information about her past trauma. However, she and Cullen are still very drawn to each other and become good friends. He does slip up from time to time though and there was one chapter where he made a comment about how she was different because she was more "responsible" with her magic than other mages he'd met and she really let him have it - she did still explain things to him without being rude or insulting, but was very visibly angry as she did so and they struggled a lot in the beginning because Margo would assume he was less and less safe with each comment like that while Cullen's facepalming in his quarters like "why did I have to put my foot in my mouth." With the stress of being the Herald, everything kind of gets to her and she starts isolating a lot and Cullen feels extra guilty.
I think a similar situation would happen with any sort of mage inquisitor, but I also think by this point, Cullen is committed to making a different path for himself. I feel like the "mages cannot be treated like people" comment and sentiments from DA2 probably still haunt him and he's determined not to have a repeat (re: his comment in DAI "the inquisition is my chance to atone"). So I think he would really try to make amends and open up about exactly why he's so jittery around magic, then maybe ask if they'd consider helping him overcome it (which was the plan with Margo before I orphaned the fic and she ends up giving him kind of magic lessons? Obviously he can't do magic, but knowing the mechanics of it really lessons the fear for him).
I think even after that, it would still be something that occasionally triggers him and something a mage inquisitor would have to be mindful of. He would never expect them to not use magic at all in front of him, but he really appreciates when they're able, giving him a heads up before they do any big spells or ask if they can use magic to heal him/help soothe his withdrawal symptoms. I think especially if he was having an episode, respecting his boundaries of not using magic at that time unless they absolutely have to would be a big one.
I think overall, a relationship between him and a mage inquisitor would take a lot of tactful, respectful communication, understanding, and patience - but also that's most healthy adult relationships, and I feel if Cullen really cared for and saw a future with someone, he would be determined to get it right and eventually, I could see him being a lot less triggered by magic in general and actually find it kind of beautiful (sorry this got so long, this is a topic I really enjoy talking about).
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ohmyarda · 10 months
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A lot of variant Draste Trevelyan sketches I was working on for something and then gave up
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ladiemars · 2 years
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what’s even the point of cullen having a desk if not for his girlfriend to lounge on like a cat. paperwork? yeah right
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Hero. Champion. Inquisitor.
Harriet Cousland, Bernadetta Hawke, and Olwyn Trevelyan. It was fun drawing these three again!
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trevelyawn · 3 months
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gwendolyn trevelyan : spirit mage inquisitor
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ariasfandom · 1 year
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Cullen: *Gets sexually harassed*
Cullen: Did you just- grab my bottom?
Noble: *giggles* I couldn’t help myself!/I am a weak man
Alesa, who saw that shit all the time in the circle to her fellow mages and couldn’t do anything about it at the time but can now:
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wildmelon · 1 year
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“let it be my choice to have served and died. let it be nobility rather than the dread hand of fate. destroy my destiny and let this be my decision.”
- the grey warden, fears of the dreamers
i was so happy ppl loved sabine so here’s some more sc 🥺🖤 i swear the fade is one of my favorite parts of da:i (never thought i’d say those words). it’s so. pretty. and spooky. 
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warpedlegacy · 3 months
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Unusual OC Asks
Thanks for the tag @theluckywizard! Tagging @crackinglamb, @ir0n-angel, and @bluewren.
Theresa Trevelyan
Seasoning: Ras el hanout
Weather: Windy, with the rising tension just before the rain
Color(s): Purple, silver, and bronze
Sky: Stormclouds, grey and billowing, with lightning behind them
House Plant: Lemon balm
Weapon: Blade of Tidarion
Subject: Poly-Sci
Social Media: Wattpad or another blog-heavy platform
Make-up Product: Mascara
Candy: Candied cherries
Fear: Losing her identity
Ice cube shape: Sphere
Method of long-distance travel: By horse
Art Style: Frida Kahlo
Mythological Creature: Sphinx
Piece of Stationary: She'd have a set with her initials/sigil embossed across the top, or a leatherbound journal
Celestial Body: Don't know any specific ones, but she'd be a comet
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inkeyjay · 1 year
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About Liros Trevelyan, my Dragon Age Inquisitor.
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He's a mage Trevelyan, proud apostate and actually,,,, not the inquisitor.
What would happen if Bann's Trevelyan son ended up in kirkwall's circle instead of Ostwick's. And if this particular guy hated the circles with all his guts.
Kirkwall is,,, well. Not a good circle to be in. With that in mind Liros escaped when things started to look grim and tension arised with meredith and the templars. But he, of course, was caught by a party of grey wardens (u know which one
And between the circle, death or the deep roads, the choice was (well it wasn't that clear) clear.
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PS: Anders did nothing wrong
PS2: He always seems to find dorian and fall in love w him
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calico-callista · 10 months
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Another older artwork from my mage Trevelyan playthrough of my second world state.
It started as a sketch how did it end up like this-
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camillekaze · 1 year
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I’ve been obsessed with the Dragon Age AU that @ladymdc built and she very graciously let me draw her mage Trevelyan/Cullen being cheeky at a Skyhold Halloween party >:3c
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yesiplaygamez · 1 year
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Holiday kiss 💋
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snippet from my male trevelyan/cullen rutherford angsty longfic:
Chris used to find pride in watching his own magic flame dance in his fireplace. Watching it cast its shadows against his wall, as the sun sets and the wind gets bitter—he could close his windows, draw the curtains in, and curl up on his chair with a book and warm tea that Cullen made, just for him.
Staring into it now, at the unnatural red glow and the flecks of magic that spark off it… he hates it. There’s no pride, there’s no warmth, no safety… no tea. The fire is angry and hot and yet, every time Chris looks into it, he feels as though he’s been doused in cold water. Like he’s fallen through the cracks in the ice.
Cole taps the bottoms of his barefoot heels on the wooden beam supporting Chris’s bed. The repetition is… familiar, and just knowing that he’s not alone in this wide, empty room, is enough. So when the tapping stops, he turns to look, and finds Cole’s eyes fixated on the dark mountaintops outside the windows, with the same distant glaze that he gets when he’s listening and learning.
“Who is it?” Chris asks instinctively. He can’t decipher Cole’s musings most times but Cole likes to talk and gets big, wide eyes when anyone earnestly listens.
Cole opens and shuts his mouth a few times in quick succession. Then, he looks at Chris.
“Heart stops as he says the words. Need him to laugh, but it never comes. Metal hilt burns in my palm like the fire in the hold. Maker, forgive me, I don’t know how to breathe.”
Chris clutches his marked hand in a tight fist. The chain around his neck feels suddenly suffocating. “Please stop, Cole,” he says.
“Stop talking so I can think, stay away, where’s the door? I hate you, I’m sorry, I can’t trust you, why didn’t you tell me? Maker, save me.” Cole shakes his head, as though trying to shake out the thoughts. “Tears in his eyes. This is my fault. Why didn’t you trust me? Why can’t I trust me?” He pauses. Hesitates, then in a low growl; “I should kill him.”
Chris runs his hand over the scab on his throat.
“You tricked me,” Cole says. It doesn’t feel like Cole. “You betrayed me, I loved—”
The rest of the sentence dies on his tongue, and they fall back into silence.
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