I love how if you romance Cullen, he has two voices. The Commander voice that he uses to talk to his troops and everyone else, and then the soft, totally in love voice he reserves just for you.
i still hate y’all bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck y’all haters
nice thighs dude fuck i'm sorry i meant thighs i mean thighs i fuck dude i'm sorry i meant thighs i mean thighs i mean i'm sorry i'm sorry i mean your thighs YOUR THIGHS
Write that fic
Draw your OC
Redesign that blorbo
Plan that comic how you want
Create the content you want to see
Be cringe
Be free
The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!
Okay but shielding Simon’s face with your hands when your make out session gets interrupted !!!
A/N: Short shitty little drabble because I’m obsessed with this idea but life is crazy and I have no energy to write lol.
Warnings: heavy make out sesh, but still pretty sfw. Some swearing. Soft Ghost :,)
You haven’t seen each other in weeks, separate missions keeping you two apart for longer than usual.
Typically you were sent on missions together, but this time Price had sent Ghost out solo, only to send you out on a recon mission just before Ghost’s return, resulting in Simon waiting another two weeks for you to get back. But once he heard word that you were back on base, he sought you out immediately.
He found you in the mess hall, sitting across from Soap, thoroughly engaged in conversation while enjoying the first hot meal you’d had in days.
“So then the bastard says—“ you’re cut off just before the punchline, your words falling flat as you catch Ghost’s eyes from across the room. A subtle nod of his head was all the signal you need to be up and moving, meal long forgotten as a new kind of hunger takes over. You abruptly stand up, leaving behind a half-full plate and a very confused Sergeant. “Wait, what did he say?” Soap shouts out after you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
You two didn’t even make it to the barracks, turning instead down an empty hallway and through an unlocked door. A swift glance around the room told Ghost it was secure and deserted, and that was all he needed before pressing your body up against the shut door, ripping his mask off, and pressing his lips to yours. You two have had your fair share of passionate kisses, but this was something entirely different. Your small gasp of surprise melts into a moan as Simon deepens the kiss, pressing you into the door.
“God I’ve missed ya,” Simon grounds out between kisses, “so fucking much, love.”
You’d never seen Simon this fervent, this unrestrained before. The distance had awakened something in him and it thrilled you to your core. The kiss was frantic, his large hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in as if he couldn’t believe you were actually here in front of him. And then he was lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his thick frame, arms going around his neck to press him closer as he carries you across the dark room to the empty desk before setting you atop it.
“Been waiting too fucking long for this,” Simon’s breathless between kisses, your quickened breaths matching him. “Needed you here, with me.”
Simon stands between your legs, one hand still attached to your waist, the other coming up to cup your cheek as he works your mouth open with his tongue, the kiss deepening even further.
And then, without warning, the door flew open, light flooding the space. One of the newer recruits stood in the doorway, frozen in shock, clearly uncertain just what exactly he was walking in on. Instantly, Simon buries his face in the crook of your neck at the same time that you bring your hands up to help shield Simon’s bare face. You thank every lucky star out there that his back is to the open door as you feel every muscle in his body tense up.
“Get. Out.” Simon growls out between gritted teeth, and a shiver races down your spine at the menacing tone, the threat clear in every syllable.
The poor soldier looked terrified, muttering a jumbled apology before frantically slamming the door shut and taking off.
Silence follows for the next few heartbeats. Simon’s forehead falls against your shoulder as he lets out a few heavy breaths. The intrusion had startled you both. Your hands drift from their protective shield around his face to tangle in his hair, pulling him into you.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him for interrupting us, love.” Simon’s warm breath tickles your sensitive skin and you feel a soft kiss press to your neck.
“I might just let you,” you tease, turning to face Simon and meeting his dark eyes with your own.
“There’s no way he saw anything,” you reassure, still feeling the tension in Simon’s body.
A small hmph is all you got in return though as Simon straightened up and reached across the desk for his mask. You took the mask from his hands, pressing one more kiss to those beloved lips before sliding the balaclava over his head and adjusting it. And just like that, your Ghost is standing in front of you.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head through the mask. “Nuh uh, don’t give me that look, love,” he mutters against your hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” he reassures, one hand trailing up your spine. “Just got to find a room with a bloody lock on it.”
im just a girl who sleeps for 12 hours and still cant get out of bed bc shes imagining romantic scenarios with her favorite comfort character
As I said before, I am not doing every possible combination (PC wise) because I just don’t have that kind of time. I pulled what I thought was relevant out of the few YouTube vids that had other combos. Since this is a royal pain, I thought I would share what I have transcribed for others to use as they please. Also, Origins dialogue is a confusing mess, hopefully how I’ve mapped it out makes sense.
DA: Origins Series: Mage Origin | Broken Circle Part 2 | Broken Circle Part 3
[PC enters room just below Harrowing Chamber to find Cullen stuck within a magical cage on his knee and bowed as if in prayer]
Wynne: “(Gasps) It’s a templar. He’s still alive…I think. We must help him!”
[PC approaches cage, goes to cutscene]
Cullen: “This trick again? I know what you are. It won’t work. I will stay strong…” *Note: He says this no matter the PC, but since Wynne is locked into your party, I suppose the “trick” could be her—in that the demon/mages were using people he recognized during his t*rture. Otherwise, it doesn’t really make sense (imo) for any PC outside of a mage. Unless he was hallucinating and seeing something else before realizing it wasn’t real.
Mage PC Options: A String—
Are you alright?
Cullen! Don’t you recognize me? (Mage only)
A templar, and it seems he is a prisoner.
What won’t work? *Note: The options vary in wording based on the PC, but the general thought behind the options is the same.
Options 1 & 3 & 4 – (To “The boy is exhausted”) Option 2– Cullen: “Only too well…how far they must have delved into my thoughts…”(To “The boy is exhausted”) Wynne: “The boy is exhausted. And this cage…I’ve never seen anything like it. Rest easy…help is here.” Cullen: “Enough visions. If anything in you is human…k*ll me now and stop this game.”
*No Leliana and/or Non-Mage PC— Cullen: “You broke the others, but I will stay strong, for my sake…for their’s…Filthy blood mages…getting in my head…I will not break…I’d rather d*e.”
*With Leliana— Leliana: “He’s delirious. He’s been t*rtured…and has probably been denied food and water. I can tell. Here, I have a skin of—“ Cullen: “—Don’t touch me! Stay away!”
Female Mage Only— Cullen: “Sifting through my thoughts… Tempting me with the one thing I always wanted, but could never have…”* *If Zevran is present— Zevran: “Someone was quite the little heart-breaker when they were an apprentice. My, my.” Cullen: “Using my shame against me… My ill-advised infatuation with her… A mage, of all things.”
Male Mage— Cullen: “Filthy blood mages…getting in my head…I will not break…I’d rather die.”
Cullen: “I am so tired of these cruel jokes… These tricks… these…(sobs)”
PC Options: B String (Female Mage Options)—
Uh…I don’t think I should be hearing this.
Stop it. You’re embarrassing me.
This is no trick. We’re here to help.
(All) Cullen: “Silence! I’ll not listen to anything you say. Now begone! Still here? But that’s always worked before. I close my eyes, but you are still here when I open them.” *Note: This is how he responds to B String no matter the options/PC
Mage PC Options: C String—
Just tell me where the surviving mages are.
Makes you wish you hadn’t said those things, doesn’t it? (Female Mage Only)
I’m real, and I’m here to help you.
I am no trick of the mind.
You’re pretty dense, aren’t you? *Note: Again, options’ wording is different based on PC, but gist is the same.
Option 1– Cullen: “What others? What are talking about?” Option 2 (Female Mage Only)– Cullen: “I am beyond caring what you think. The Maker knows my sin, and I pray that he will forgive me.”
A. There is nothing wrong with liking someone. B. Why does it cause you so much pain? C. I’m sorry if I ever led you on. It would never have worked.
Option 2A/2C— Cullen: “It was the foolish fancy of a naive boy. I know better now.” Option 2B— Cullen: “You are a mage and I, a templar. It is my duty to oppose you and all you are.”
All other options— Cullen: “Don’t blame me for being cautious. The voices…the images…so real” (To “But why have you returned…”)
Cullen (Mage PC): “But why have you returned to the tower? How did you survive?”
Cullen (Non-mage PC): “Did Greagoir send you? How…how did you get here?” (Go to E String)
Mage PC Options: D String—
I defeated everything in my way. Now it’s Uldred’s turn.
Greagoir told me what happened; I knew I had to help.
I survived through quick wit and talent, of course.
Is it so surprising that I’ve returned? This was my home.
Options 1 & 2– Cullen: “Good…k*ll Uldred. K*ll them all for what they’ve done.” Option 3– Cullen: “Yes. How proud you are of your power. Just like Uldred and look what’s become of him now.” Option 4– Cullen: “As it was mine. And look what they’ve done to it. They deserve to d*e. Uldred most of all.”
Cullen: “They caged us like animals….looked for ways to break us. I’m the only one left…”*
Cullen: “They turned some into…monsters. And…there was nothing I could do.”
*(If Oghren is present) Oghren: “I think you need a tall mug of ale to calm you down, lad. I may need one myself, come to think…” Cullen: “That was inappropriate, dwarf. But what more could be expected from an ignorant, cave-dwelling heathen?” Oghren: “‘Ignorant, cave-dwelling heathen’…? (Chuckles) Have we met before?” Cullen: “What do you know about the mages’ evil, anyway? You didn’t see what they did to the others.”
Mage PC Options: D2 String—
Where are Irving and the other mages?
Uldred will pay for what he’s done.
You must stay strong.
Be thankful it wasn’t you.
Option 1– Cullen: “What others? What are you talking about?” Options 2 & 3– Cullen: “And to think I once thought we were too hard on you.” Options 4– Cullen: “Don’t think I’m not grateful…but why should I live when my friends lie dead, their bodies and spirits broken? And to think I once thought we were too hard on you.”
Mage PC Options: E String—
I’ve heard talk of others. Of survivors.
We’re not all evil, Cullen.
Watch what you say to me. I am a mage. (Mage only) *Note: Differs for non-mage, but same gist.
Option 1– Cullen: “What others? What are you talking about?” (To “Irving and the other mages”) Option 2– (To “Only mages”) Option 3– Cullen: “Did a mage not start this? Isn’t one of you to blame? “
Cullen: “Only mages have that much power at their fingertips. Only mages are so susceptible to the infernal whisperings of the demons”.*
Cullen (Non-mage PC): “To think I once felt pity for the Circle. Now, I’d like nothing more than to wipe their taint off the face of Thedas.”*
*Wynne: “This is a discussion for another time!” (Move to “Irving and the other mages…”)
Wynne: “Irving and the other mages who fought Uldred. Where are they?” Cullen: “They are in the Harrowing Chamber. The sounds coming out of there…oh, Maker.” Wynne: “We must hurry. They are in grave danger, I am sure of it.” Cullen: “You can’t save them! You don’t know what they’ve become.”
Mage PC Options: F String—
We can’t just kill them all.
I am a mage too, Cullen.
And you do?
I don’t understand. What are you afraid of?
Options 1 & 3 & 4– (To “They’ve been surrounded…”) Option 2– Cullen: “But you haven’t been up there. You haven’t been under their influence.”
Cullen: “They’ve been surrounded b-by blood mages whose wicked fingers snake into your mind and corrupt your thoughts.”*
*If Alistair is present: “His hatred of mages is so intense…the memory of his friends’ death is still fresh in his mind.”**
Cullen: “You have to end it now before it’s too late!”
**Female Mage Only— Wynne: “He’s suffered pain and anguish like few have had to endure. That and his lust for revenge have confused the issue—“ Cullen: “—Do not presume to judge me, mage! I am thinking clearly—for perhaps the first time in my life.”
Part 2 of Broken Circle Here
(Expressions/Body Language During Conversation)
Addition: He also seems to say these two lines to a female mage—
Cullen: “When you knew me, I was an innocent. I wanted to be a knight, but I never really thought about why we were needed.”
Cullen: “Now, my eyes have been opened. The naivety I once had is gone forever. But I welcome the change as long as it helps me better serve the Chantry.”
I found these in this tumblr post, but could not get them to trigger, so I am not sure what’s required to make Cullen say them. In truth, I’ve never heard these lines in any of my playthroughs of DA:O or any available to watch online. If someone knows how to trigger them, I would greatly appreciate if you could tell me.
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[Sources] Denny Ayard YouTube Enthusiast Gamer YouTube moarinternets YouTube
Note: Had to censor words so tumblr would show it in the main feed.
Broken Circle Part 2 Here
sluttiest thing a man can do is say your name mid conversation
Note: this is only the textures (no hair, lighting, post-processing, etc), so it's going to look a bit uncanny.
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GHOST WHO runs his calloused fingers through the fabrics of the clothes you folded for him: now gingerly placed in his duffle bag for another month of service. Neat and compact just the way he liked it.
GHOST WHO has to push the delectable taste of your cooking another plate away as his taste buds prepare for stale food kept in plastic bags, despite the ache festering in his stomach.
GHOST WHO always drops you off to work the day or two before he leaves: admiring the radiance of your face amongst street lights and the upward curve of your smile like the delicate bend of a crescent moon. He'll squeeze your hand before you slip through his fingers, not before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, not before the wind whirls and spins; taking him away.
GHOST WHOSE tongue festers bitterness because he knows you're assistant and students will smile and laugh at your jokes and come to you for support because of your tenderness to the world: to which he has learned was your highest virtue, a weapon of undoing to his bruised soul. He'll clench his fist and furrow his eyebrows because he knows the cafe's barista will ask you more 'How are you?' than himself, he knows the youth living down the road will banter with you more as you share a cake you can't finish on your own, he knows the woman walking her dog every Saturday will acknowledge you more than he has in a month. He knows he won't be part of the small moments scattered about your life. He knows it damn well.
GHOST WHO seldom mentions you around anyone, even t141. Initially, it was all about your security: to keep the spark in your eyes aflame, it always is of course. However, amongst the dim lights of a bar, the rest drunk on the fleeting rush of victory and memoria, he'll make sure to silence the thrashing beat of his heart and the desperate desire crawling up his throat to join in on the drunken yearning and say: "I miss my wife."
GHOST WHO returns home to either your waking body or sleeping flesh. The cycle repeats anew.
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