The Ascent
Prologue: Sleeping Giants
Pairing: f!Cadash & Solas (gen)
Characters: Female Cadash, Solas
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Other Tags: Dwarf Lore, Elvhenan Lore, Cadash Thaig, Cad’halash Thaig
Summary: "Cadash" had always been more than a name for Thora: it was her family, it was her history, it was her.
But the Stone tells no tales of exiles. Although she thanked the ancestors with the same lips that sang the Chant, she never felt she knew them, and feared she never would. When the Titan's song lures them into the depths of the Deep Roads, she finds the chance she's been looking for her whole life. Cadash Thaig is within her grasp, she only has to reach for it.
The earth shakes like the sky before a storm. Weeks beneath the surface, and yet Solas feels the tremors under his feet, as though the source still lies miles beneath them.
It speaks again, softer this time, mumbling in the voice of a Titan. Only a few pairs of eyes lift to watch the ceiling quiver, the rest having acclimated days ago. Varric’s attention, as always, turns to their exit to assure himself it’s still there. Their Inquisitor looks, too, but with different eyes. Not nervous, but inquisitive. Listening with intent to a foreign language she strains to understand, and when the shaking ceases her expression falters, tight with shame as her gaze falls back to her book. For Solas it is an old, familiar sound, the echo of an ancient quarry, newly awakened, and does not distract him long. He turns the wooden spoon around the dinner pot, stirring the pieces that had settled at the bottom before they begin to blacken.
“Do you think it knows we’re here?” Varric asks in a low, nervous tone, deliberately spoken so that Valta does not overhear (although Solas doubts she would pay them any mind, either grief or fascination distracts her from their gossip). He looks and finds her now engaged in conversation with the Inquisitor, though her attention seems divided, suspended between the person before her and a force beyond their sight. Satisfied they will not offend the Shaper, he looks back to Varric, whose eyes now glance furtively around the high ceiling.
“It’s difficult to say,” he muses. “We lie so far beneath its notice it may not be truly aware we are here, and yet the Sha-Brytol greet us like a fever come to burn away the disease.”
“Always with the cheerful observations, Chuckles. I suppose a little reassurance is too much to ask for?”
“You misunderstand,” he says. “A soldier who’s weathered a thousand battles may still succumb to plague— an adversary so small it could pass through the eye of a needle.”
“So we’re what in this scenario, a summer cold?”
A smile tugs at his lip. “If you like.”
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Got to show off my embroidery work at a family party tonight and while it made me indescribably happy to explain my passion project to everyone, I probably looked like this while doing it
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a piece for the wonderful @bcbdrums and the much deserved praise for "Ascent"!
"Nobody's gonna hit your head
Nobody's gonna wish you're dead
Somebody's gonna make it alright
Nobody's gonna knock you down
Nobody's gonna shush your mouth
Somebody's gonna turn on the lights
Nobody's gonna slap your hand
'Cause nobody's any better of a man
Nobody's really got it right
Nobody's ever good enough
Everybody's just covering up
Fumbling around for the lights
Don't you give up here, remember they're just fears
They live between your ears, it's only a nightmare
When the shadows creep at night
There are no monsters here tonight..."
[ x ]
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Make sure to read this chapter first before going forward and reading this:
Double update, baby! I hope you all enjoy it. >:3
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why craig are take over world
essay by me (craig)
As much as Craig may seem like a simple doodle of a cat, his potential for world domination should not be underestimated. Despite his crude appearance, Craig embodies the essence of adaptability and resilience, traits that are essential for any aspiring ruler.
Firstly, Craig's simplicity works to his advantage. Underestimation is a powerful tool in warfare, and many would dismiss Craig as inconsequential. However, this oversight allows Craig to operate in the shadows, biding his time until the perfect moment to strike.
Secondly, Craig's lack of defined features makes him a versatile symbol. He can represent anything from innocence to cunning, depending on the narrative spun around him. This ambiguity allows Craig to appeal to a wide range of followers, from disillusioned citizens seeking change to opportunistic power-seekers.
Thirdly, Craig's handwritten signature adds a personal touch to his endeavors. In a world increasingly dominated by digital signatures and impersonal interactions, Craig's handwritten mark harkens back to a simpler time, fostering a sense of nostalgia and authenticity among his followers.
In conclusion, Craig may appear unassuming at first glance, but beneath his simplistic exterior lies the potential for world domination. Through adaptability, versatility, and a personal touch, Craig has the tools necessary to rally followers and reshape the world in his image. Beware the power of Craig, for his ascent to global dominance may be closer than we think.
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I think the haste in which a mildly bad headache instills an “I don’t give a fuck” mentality in me should be studied extensively
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Unreal Unearth lyrics making me go feral (affectionate)
The heart is too big. The brain too wired. Here are some faves.
When he wrote:
I wanna run against the world that's turnin'
I'd movе so fast that I'd outpace the dawn
I wanna be gonе
I wanna run so far, I'd beat the mornin'
Before the dawn has come, I'd block the sun
If you want it done
and when he speaks:
What you're given, what you live in
Darling, it finds a way to live in you.
And then when he said:
Wish I'd known it was just our turn (We just got by)
Being blamed for a world we had no power in (But we tried)
You and I had nothin' to show (We didn't know)
But the best of the world in the palm of our hands (Anythin', darlin')
And darlin', I haven't felt it since then
I don't know how the feelin' ended
But I know bein' reckless and young
Is not how the damage gets done
And when he sang:
So far from home to have a stranger call you, "Darling"
And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand
In some town that just means 'Home' to them
With no translator left to sound
A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground
and when he spoke:
I'm still glad I met you
the memory hurts
but does me no harm"
and when he told us:
When that part of you was ripped away
A grip taking hold like a cancer that grows
Each piece of your body that it takes
Though I know my heart would break
I'd tell them, "Put me back in it"
Da-darling, I would do it again
If I could hold you for a minute
Da-darling, I'd go through it again
and when he murmurs:
Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I
and when he sings:
I don't wanna be anything
But I would do anything just to run away
and when he admits:
Darling, there's a part of me
I'm afraid will always be
Trapped within an abstract from a
moment of my life.
and when he cries:
I can scarce believe what I'm believing in
could this be how every day begins?
the sky set to burst
the gold and the rust
the colour erupts
you filling my cup
the sun coming up
like I lived my whole life
before the first light
and when he says:
and though I burn, how could I fall
when I am lifted by every word you say to me?
and when he recalls:
the last time I felt your weight on my chest, you said
"we didn't get it right but, love, we did our best"
and we will again
and when he beseeches:
and all things end
all that we intend is scrawled in sand
or slips right through our hands
and just knowin' that everything will end
should not change our plans
when we begin again
and when he comments:
Get some
pull up the ladder when the flood comes
throw enough rope until the legs have swung
seven new ways that you can eat your young
come and get some
skinnin' the children for a war drum
puttin' food on the table, sellin' bombs and guns
it's quicker and easier to eat your young
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okay so i tend to work out my aus best when i think about them like a story so Step One: where the fuck do we start.
jaiden's pov. ofc. maybe alternating chapters. i think it would be mildly confusing until the reader realized that Jaiden Rogue and Jaiden Weapon were the alternating chapters and they were getting alternate viewpoints- one of her Descent, and one of her Ascent.
the descent chapters would be her turning into the sort of person who would follow orders to hurt an egg. her being lead by cucurucho to the living weapon program and being "deceived" by it by fully knowing what it wanted from her. making that choice to drown herself and emerge as someone -something- new. these chapters would Also address the problem that is jaiden becoming so brainwashed that she does whatever the federation wants instead of what she would have wanted, and hurting an egg (probably something via kidnapping/accidental injury she doesn't give a shit about. classic federation egg opinions). also she would have a subtext feud with badboyhalo. it would be the fucking- the annoyance that keeps her connected. the feds dont want her to fuck with him but he keeps fucking with her mission so she's annoyed when he shows up. like she never does anything outward to indicate this feud but there's the Recognition and the aww man not this guy again. the proof that she failed to remake herself because even with mission success she's still like aw MAN fuck that guy. she's still, infuriatingly, more than a tool.
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The Ascent
Chapter One: Second Watch
Pairing: f!Cadash & Solas (gen)
Characters: Female Cadash, Solas
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Other Tags: Dwarf Lore, Elvhenan Lore, Cadash Thaig, Cad’halash Thaig
Summary: Thora has dreamed of visiting Cadash Thaig since she was small. After a chance discovery of a journal in the Deep Roads it seems her moment has finally come.
The question Thora glimpsed in Solas’ eyes the night before their final descent doesn’t fade with time. She’d hoped the hurricane of events that followed in the hours and days after would distract him, but as they rise from the belly of the Titan she sees its lingering shine.
At first it’s easy to pretend she doesn’t notice. With all that had unfolded in the past few days, no one could blame her. Renn dead, Valta gone, and the Titan—
The Titan.
She knows now why Cole calls things ‘knots.’ Everything’s all tangled up inside her, and prying one mess loose from another feels like a task more impossible than every victory that lies behind her, and every mountain that lies ahead. Pull one end and the other pulls tighter.
It doesn’t get easier when they stop. So long as they’re moving, the present is too loud for her to focus on her own ghosts. When she brings her hammer down upon a Darkspawn’s head, she’s not thinking about Valta. When she’s skirting the walls of the Deep Roads to find the right plce to turn, she’s not thinking about Titans.
But as they lay the perimeter of their camp, she lays her arms and armour down in a pile by the fire, and feels the weight of the day settle over her shoulders. It bears down on her heavier than any weapon she carries, speaks louder than the idle conversation that surrounds her, and she can’t outrun it anymore. At least, not for the night.
“Hey, Sunflower.” She barely feels Varric tap her shoulder, turning to see the concern reflected in his eyes. Always worrying about someone’s problems but his own. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine,” she grunts, working her right shoulder muscles. “Just feeling that last fight, you know?”
“Yeah…” For a practised liar, he doesn’t put much effort into sounding convinced, but he lets her have it. She wants to thank him for it. Varric jerks his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing towards their companions. “Listen, one of us’ll take first watch tonight. You get some sleep.”
It takes a sorry amount of effort, but her lips twitch in a smile he won’t buy for a second. “Will do.”
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that post about doing things with your hands when depressed, creating something or making music or whatever? it's so fucking right, i've been in a low mood brainfog all day (started brainspiraling a bit ngl) and i tried learning a new song i like on uke and genuinely felt so much better within minutes. like what kind of witchcraft
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Was she the prey or the hunter?
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not me brainstorming godtier outfits
Aauron gets sparkly moth wings :)
turdel gets a crop top and cermon has a sus amount of safety pins, wtf is that sweetie
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Traveling today in my:
-steel toe boots
-cargo pants
-Bunbuns shirt
-embroidery hoop
I am projecting an image
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