*Cullen walks past the posters*
*Turns to discover his head cut out and pasted atop numerous shirtless men*
Cullen: Sera!
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Cullen: Explain.
Sera: What's got your knob in a knot? *looks at poster he tore down* *snickers loud enough snort* Wha'? That ain't my doing, Captain Jackboot. The Inquisitor won't let me have scissors anymore.
Cullen: *growls* Dorian.
Sera: Can I keep this?
Cullen: No!
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Cullen: Explain!
Dorian: *examines closely the tattered poster covered in raspberry jam courtesy of Sera* Crafting inspiration for yourself after a winter of too many tiny cakes? Though, it does appear as if your robust counterpart skipped leg day.
Cullen: *draws close* *snarls* Dor-I-An!
Dorian: Very well, and please refrain from spraying spittle across my ascot. It's new. No, I am not the cause of your latest temper tantrum. The maiden clinging limply to a bruisers legs is hardly my idea of a fun time.
Cullen:...
Cullen: I don't know who else it could be. *walks away dejectedly*
Dorian: May I keep this?
Cullen: N-! Actually, yes, I have no more use for it.
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*Cullen walks the battlements lost and confused* *He's about to turn in for the night when he spots a candle burning in an abandoned room*
*Peering in through the window, he finds dozens of beefcake posters and a hand furiously cutting out paintings of Cullen's face.*
*When the owner of the hand turns around, Cullen sighs*
Cullen: Scout Jim. I should have known.
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Dragon Age One Shots
FanfictionI've been adding lots of short stories to Tumblr recently and wanted a chance to share them here for anyone who doesn't have tumblr, or hates reading there. Here come all the Dragon Age one shots!
