#cadashsmash

[theharellan]

a sketch of @cadashsmash aka cadri cadash, one of mine and solas’s fave dwarves. the first character of joly’s i ever had the pleasure to meet and fall in love with. isn’t she beautiful??

commissioned from @destinyapostasy who is fabulous to commission, as always! thank you so much!  ❤ you can find a link to her ko-fi here.

[ourdawncomes-archive]

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you had a problem with me.”

♛ @cadashsmash

[cloudgazercadash]

☼ @cadashsmash

"Nah, y'know what. Yer right. I'm stoppin' right now. No gossip for you." 8)

“What? No! I meant stop after this. It’s your last hurrah.”

[daxassan-archive]

@cadashsmash

The cave-in had been sudden and jarring. One minute, Feyn and a couple of Inquisition agents had been poking around a cave rumored to be storage for red lyrium smugglers on the Storm Coast, and the next, they were caught up in an explosion. It had taken them all by surprise, throwing Feyn deeper into the cave and knocking the air out of his lungs. When the dust and rubble settled, he slowly began pushing himself up.

Something wet was running down his face, he realized belatedly, eyes squeezing shut again to keep whatever it was out of his eyes. He hoped it wasn’t blood. Settling on his knees, he wiped his face off, coughing as he stirred some of the recently settled dust. When he dared pry his eyes open, Feyn could just barely see in the in the little light that trailed in through the cracks in the rock--which was saying something, as he was normally able to see just fine even on moonless nights. At the sound of something stirring nearby, Feyn tensed. “Someone there?”

[ofrevas-a]

please excuse me for a few days so I can go kill one greyback

[grcywardcn-a-blog]

starter | @cadashsmash

Duncan sighed as he lowered himself slowly to a log near the campfire, rubbing tiredly at his forehead as his mind raced through various to do lists. He almost missed the sound of someone approaching, quiet steps hidden by the crackling logs in the fire.

“You startled me,” Duncan said, a small smile forming on his lips with a bit of a laugh. “Not surprising, given how long today was. Will you join me?”

[booiisms-blog]

It was a good day today. The sun was high, and she could almost not see the terrible green light on the horizon. Almost. It was such a thing of curiosity, the Breach, but Mary wasn't dumb enough to go chasing it. She knew where it led, and she knew what came out of it and those cute little rifts that it created. She knew. And, so, she kept her distance. Far and farther. She was completely fine in her small cottage on the edge of the Hinterlands. No one bothered her.

Sure, there were rumors of a white witch in these parts who sometimes left medicine and instructions on how to administered it on the doorsteps of the sick. A mysterious figure who seemed to keep a constant eye on things going around. What they didn't whisper, however, was apostate. Which she was. She had been for a very long time. She just wanted to exist and do her work and live.

Which is why she was super surprised and wary when she walked back to her small home and there was a whole party of warriors camped on her stoop. It was an icy chill that coursed through her nerves and she stopped, hands clasped around the basket of herbs she had just collected. Hazel eyes flickered between the group and settled on the woman they seemed to be circled around. She knew that symbol. Inquisition.

What were they doing here?

❛  Inquisitor. That is who you are, right? What brings the lot of you to my doorstep?  ❜  Mary pause before brushing her hair out of her eyes and moving forward, knuckles white from holding the band of her basket so tightly. She hated confrontation.  ❛  It seems odd for such an important organization to be at my doorstep.  ❜

@cadashsmash wanted a starter.

[theharellan]

ϟ (cadashsmash)

ϟ random thoughts | not accepting | @cadashsmash

The date comes and goes without note. Agents repeat to him an old name, but the invitation folded inside his armour bears a different one– Solas.

When the Dread Wolf slept, all assume he will dream of the future, of a reality where elves and magic are free. Yet when his eyes close the Fade draws him to fresh memories of earlier that same day, memories that call to him from across a continent.

There, he finds a seat reserved for him, finally filled a day too late. A hush falls over the group when the bride emerges, and when he turns to see her, he cannot help but note how her smile had never looked more beautiful than in that moment–

A grin so broad that spirits had reached across the Veil to preserve its joy, which shone brighter than the mark upon her hand ever could.