Rocks Brosca-Cadash

Castless, Legion of the Dead, and determined to become a Paragon.

[rocksbroscacadash]

The saddest Inquisitor Rocks au: one where she was, in fact, the grey warden, but after the final battle she didnt remember anything that happened during the blight. Not fighting the archdemon or saving orzammar, not becoming friemds with a man she'd make king, not falling in love with an ex antivan crow. Just the proving amd knowing she'd be banished, and when she woke up after the battle among the wounded legion members, she just assumed she was one of the same.

Years later, Lelianna is keeping up a lie, that the woman who became Alistair's wife had been the hero, and she comes face to face with this woman and doesn't know what to do. Cadash, though, is the name Rocks gives her, the name the inquisition signs. And by the time Zevran makes contact, Rocks and Bull have started their dance, and Leliana doesn't know if it is crueler to let Zevran believe she's dead, or to tell him she's found, but fallen in love with someone else.

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Of Betrayal (part 1)

Some things, Rocks had been expecting on her trip back to Orzammar. The relief that was stone over her head again, Stone humming against the soles of her feet. The worry and fear of how she would find Rica and Leske after her time away. The disdain of guards and nobles at a “brand” coming back after being exiled. 

She hadn’t been expecting to see her sister in the royal palace, smitten with a prince as shady as any carta boss. She hadn’t been expecting to hear the hum of the Stone clashing with the song that now haunted her sleep.

She had thought the thing that surprised her most was how “warden” was spoken with respect from the same ones that flinched at the brand on her cheek. The way she was allowed where she pleased, and the merchants didn’t sneer at her coin.

That was before she was asked to take care of Jarvia. 

She had been looking forward to it at first, the idea of giving Jarvia her final comeuppance for all the threats she had made to Rocks and her salroka. It didn’t matter that Bhelen had asked for it as a favor, something to push things another inch toward him being on the throne. Taking down Jarvia would be a pleasure.

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“You won’t drive me away. I’m not going to leave you or abandon you.” (for rocks & valargg?)

okay so this took me ages but i do have something at least. here ya go!

The bard is playing sadsongs by the time the Chargers retire for the night. Valargg watches them go,one by one, and exchanges a glance with Krem as he steps toward the bar. Kremseems on edge tonight – he’s had half as much as he usually does, and he’s beenside-eyeing his boss all night. Valargg pretends to drink at his usual pace.Buys tankard after tankard, but it’s the weakest wine they have in Skyhold, andhe’s barely buzzed by the time the Chargers finally depart. He gives Krem atwo-finger wave and a wink as he finishes his chat with the bartender. Bulllaughs and shouts a farewell to his second-in-charge, wobbling in his chair.When Valargg turns, Bull beckons him forward, smile slipping from his face.Valargg goes, taking Krem’s recently-vacated seat. Bull leans in, over the armof his wooden throne, and Valargg ducks to avoid Bull’s horn thwack-ing into his forehead.

‘Look,’ he says, voicedropping in volume, ‘we’re not the closest of friends…’

Valargg snorts. ‘You’dbetter be going somewhere with this,’ he pseudo-growls.

Bull laughs, loud, andValargg ducks again, and the horn scrapes against his hair instead.

‘Bull,’ Valargg says.‘Focus.’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Bull grumbles,and leans in for real this time. Thank the Maker. ‘The other day, Rocksmentioned something. Told me a little bit about how you grew up together. She,uh… she said she thinks you’re gonna leave again. Bet me, actually.’ Bulllaughs, low and fond. His face is softer than Valargg has ever seen, andValargg likes him a little more for it. His sister deserves some happiness.

‘Sounds like her,’ Valargggrins. ‘I’m not leaving,’ he promises, after a few moments of Bull’s eyerolling around the room.

Bull hums and thumps hishead back against his throne. ‘Tell her that.’

Valargg just scoffs, says,‘I will,’ and leaves to track her down.

It doesn’t take him long tofind her. She isn’t in her quarters at this time of night, not without Bull. Heknows her: knows she wouldn’t spend so much time in a place so empty withoutBull. Not when it means nothing for her, and it’s so close to the sky. Instead,he goes straight to the lower levels. Straight to the library In Skyhold, theabandoned mage library there. He spots her in the cellar, sitting propped up bya wine rack and peering into an empty bottle of cheap whiskey. ‘Empty?’

Rocks glances up at him,face serious, and then breaks out into a grin. ‘Another!’ she says, and Valarggpicks up the closest bottle without bothering to check what it is. Opening it,he takes a swig of – ugh –conscription ale. Passes it to Rocks with a grimace. He’s lucky he likes anykind of alcohol, so when he seats himself next to Rocks, he takes the bottle asshe offers it.

‘What’s on your mind?’ heasks, after her next few swigs.

‘Nothn,’ she mumbles, thenfixes him with a ridiculously fake grin. ‘Kay, maybe somethin’…’

‘And?’ he prompts, elbowingher when she takes too long to answer.

‘I know you’re gon’ leaveagain,’ she murmurs, ‘you may s’well go now, save the trouble.’

Valargg shakes his head.‘Oh, Urtok. I know I didn’t come for you, and I should have. I knew youwouldn’t die in the Legion. Sorry I didn’t. But I’m not leaving. I missed mysister. You won’t drive me away, and I know you’ll try. But I’m not going toleave or abandon you, urtok. Not anymore.’

Rocks just smiles at him,and he knows she doesn’t believe it now… yet, he thinks as he watches the wayher shoulders relax and she smiles freely, maybe one day she will.

thanks for the prompt and it was super cute. also ‘urtok’ means dragon in dwarven - i loved the idea that valargg would call her that. 

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[rocksbroscacadash]

I have never had a gifset bring me so quickly to tears.

She never expected the awe. When she set foot through those gates for the first time in over a decade, she hadn’t expected anything like a warm welcome, not from anyone besides Rica.

After all, it was one thing for the king to let a squad of Legionnaires go topside to help a dwarf-run inquisition. It was quite another to expect anyone in the city to be happy about the visit when she hadn’t just left, but instead had been banished.

So, when she stepped through the gates to find an honor guard waiting for her, she had expected it to be there to protect from her, an added protection to ensure she wouldn’t try to go somewhere the nobility didn’t approve.

When the Diamond quarter was lined with faces, children and their parents standing in doorways, quiet whispers following them, she couldn’t help but feel this was something more. “Herald,” she heard whispered. “Chosen by the ancestors.” “She walked the fade.” “She stilled the earthquakes.”

She had nearly come to a stop at that, her quick reflexes the only thing keeping her feet under her in the proper manner. That wasn’t fear or disgust she heard in those whispered voices, but awe, respect. Like the second time she had walked through Haven, when “herald of andraste” had first become her title.

Instead of stumbling, though, she held her head higher. Herald of Andraste had never been a title to sit well with her, but Chosen by the Ancestors was one she could wear quite well.

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The name on everybody’s lips is gonna be~

Rocks(ie)

A tribute to Roxie Hart from the musical Chicago, since Roxie is a song that fits @rocksbroscacadash so very well. 

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Practicing poses, here we have @xanthemage teaching @rocksbroscacadash the fundamentals of magic theory.

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Am I a brilliant artist yet? No! But I do have one face I can do really really well, imo. Each time, it feels like she’s getting easier and easier to draw. 

Which is probably part of that “practice makes perfect” thing. If that rumor is true, I could eventually have at least TWO faces I feel super comfortable drawing!!

[rocksbroscacadash]

Most Vulnerable (I - Love - You)

There weren’t many people Rocks was willing to be open with. Admitting feelings wasn’t her strong suit.

When Bull first told her it was okay to not say it back, to not force the words simply because she felt she ought to, she had shown her appreciation with hard kisses and enthusiasm. 

When she first whispered those words on her own, in a quiet moment when they were simply together, he had kissed her with gentleness, answering her in kind while his lips moved across her skin.

Years passed, the words coming easier to her, murmured softly before falling asleep, and yet -to Bull- they never lost their potency. The words became familiar, yes, but he never forgot the struggle she had had to voice them.

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The Iron Bull, “Kadan”

His face is one of the most challenging faces I’ve tried yet, but for a first attempt, I am Hella Proud.

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Just look at this oh-so-rocks little smirk. You just /know/ she’s about to have fun.

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Bestiary - Nuggalopes (½)

Greater Mountain Nuggalope 

Stubborn and hardy, the Greater Mountain Nuggalope - or “Deth Nug” - makes a statement, and that statement is “hands.”

As far as historians are able to determine, referenced to the greater mountain nuggalope (or “deth nug”) predate the Divine Age. For centuries, the nuggalope remained a creature of myth, with sighting attributed to lunacy or drunkenness. Occasionally, convincing evidence for the nuggalope’s existence would be brought forth. These claims were always proven to be hoaxes, perpetrated for fame or malicious amusement. 

As such, it came as a great shock when tales of the nuggalope were finally proven true. Despite their elusive nature, nuggalopes may be tamed and even ridden, though few have accomplished such a feat. 

One of the nuggalope’s most unexpected features - and one of endless fascination to researchers - is the creature’s hand-like front paws. The nuggalope has been known to dunk its food in water before consuming it. It can also reach high tree branches and pull them down to eat the leaves. While observations of wild nuggalopes are few, some researchers theorise that the creature may also be capable of rudimentary tool use, such as poking stick into trees and dirt mounts to draw the insects out.

It has hands. It handles things. That’s hitting me worse than anything else. What the ever-loving spit? Can’t argue the impressive stature of the thing, and it’s stubborn, like the most entitled charger. It knows how strong it is, and it knows you know. I expected the dull snuffling of its small cousins, but this - it has hands and spirited eyes. Mind where you secure the buckles of your saddle. I expect it’ll let you know when it tires of suffering you on its back. Not that it tires. Hands. Hands. —A Horsemaster’s Notes On Mounts

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Rocks! I really like drawing her face, ok? (not pictured: all the tiny versions as i worked to get a small style I could be happy with.) I am really pleased with how this turned out. ^-^

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A young Roxanne Brosca, one day Cadash, one day Inquisitor, forever and always Rocks.

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I!!! AM SO!!!! PROUD OF THIS!!!!!

Those are EXPRESSIONS in my DRAWINGS holy shit, artist memes are a thing of legend. 

thanks to @bewilderedexaminer for being a wonderfully supportive partner and prompting me <3

[rocksbroscacadash]

Without a doubt, this is my favorite Trespasser moment.

If only they had let her do a two fingered salute as she left. You know she wanted to.

[rocksbroscacadash]

Keep Her (safe)

"I need you." Bull looked up, startled by the words, and the commanding tone they were said in. Rennak was standing there at the foot of the stairs, meeting Bull's eye with a glare before they headed up. All Bull could do was mutter a curse under his breath as he followed them, trying to ignore Krem's snicker as he passed him by. Rennak was quick on their feet, far quicker than Bull had given them credit for. By the time he reached the door to his room, Rennak was leaning against the wall as if they had been waiting more than just a few short moments. "Good, you came." Bull sighed, stepping past the dwarf to unlock his room. "Mind telling me what all this is about?" Rennak gave a huff of laughter, raising an eyebrow as they followed Bull through. "If you can't guess, we need this talk more than I thought." "So it is about Rocks," Bull said as he sat on the edge of his bed, keeping his eye on Rocks' legion friend. They nodded, pulling the chair away from Bull's desk to sit on it backwards, crossed arms resting on the chair's back. "It's always about Rocks. She's salroka. You know what that means." "I do, but usually the 'you hurt her, I'll hurt you' conversation comes before... Things get serious." His response was met with a slight shrug. "Before, she hadn't gotten herself more fucked over, with your urging. An ancient well, that's fucking with her head more than that mark does? And you- you saw what it's done to her. Now, I'm not going to say I know what's best for her. But you might rethink it if you were thinking it would comfort her to get out of her own head. She's hardly left in as is." "Rennak-" "I know, the sex stuff is none of my business. But if something goes wrong and she ends up broken because of it... Just be careful, please." "That I can promise you. She means a lot to me too, you know." Rennak gave one final nod, pushing themselves out of the chair. "Good." They made their way to the door then, only pausing briefly before they left. "And Bull?" "Yeah?" "You should stop pretending you don't know she can't read."

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Some of my favorite shots of Rocks after the Well of Sorrows. It really shows the range of “I can do this” “shouldn’t have done this” “WORTH IT” and “well that rush was short lived”.

Overall, though, she doesn’t have regrets over what happened. (Well, in the moment, she’s kinda wondering if it would have been /that bad/ to let Morrigan drink. Once she meets Mythal/Flemeth, however…. No regrets. Not one bit.)