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miranita · 2 days
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the cassarric brainrot is back so I’ve been trying to figure out how to draw them again
(sneaking some spicy art in there too 👀)
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the thing about Cassandra and Varric is that they are just SO GOOD, SO CHOICE, SO 👀🥺😳 because like...they hate each others guts, they have so much in common, they’re both the family renegade, they both lost their only brother, they both have grand, outsized public personas that eclipse the people they actually are, brave and stubborn and loyal to a fault, they would very probably - with little sentiment and hardly a second thought - die for each other, but lock them in a room together and you’d return to an icy silence at best, they won’t give each other a single goddamn inch, after their biggest fight both of them will apologise to YOU the Inquisitor and admit they were at least partly wrong but they both point-blank refuse to talk to each other, but Cassandra WILL speak to you earnestly and gently about Varric’s faith and his virtuous heart, and Varric WILL write an entire NOVEL just...for a joke...for the lulz... as if writing an entire smooshily romantic smutty romance novel is an absolutely normal amount of effort to put into a Jape™ for someone who hates you, because of COURSE they hate each other, Varric even tells Dorian outright that just because two people don’t get along doesn’t mean they’re going to kiss, not like in his books, but the thing is his books are EVERYTHING because he believes in stories and so does Cassandra, it’s how they met after all, they’re both romantics, idealists, people who care so much about the world and everyone in it, people who believe deep down in sunsets and roses and happy endings and heroes, she dragged him halfway across the world because she believed he could help and he stayed because he wanted to believe it too, she loves his books but she can’t stand HIM of course she can’t, she’s a Seeker of Truth and he’s a professional liar, and he’ll get along with just about anybody, embrace the rogues and reprobates of the world with open arms but not HER, she expects too little of him and demands too much, she’s got a stick up her ass except when she doesn’t and he takes nothing seriously except when he does, but no they’ll just keep sniping and bickering like an old married couple and fighting side by side as the world falls apart around them, looking everywhere with eyes wide open except at each other
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hextechmaturgy · 1 year
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cassandra's romance is so on brand for these two
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bigturtl · 2 years
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l'auteur et la chercheuse
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Cassandra/Varric, respite, hopeful tone?
“Respite.” It’s not a word that features in many of his novels. There’s enough to get done in two hundred pages without his lead stopping for a cup of tea by the fire, and his publisher didn’t pay him by the word, anyway.
But then again, this shit wasn’t so bad. The sun was warm and the breeze was cool. Shade and sunlight made an intricate web through the trees above him. Below, Sera and Dorian kicked water at each other as the Inquisitor sprinted through the shallows between them, laughing as he’d scarcely seen them do. Maybe he should start writing more scenes with meandering streams, he thought. More moments with the main character’s boots off, their toes tickled by tall grass, and a wide-brimmed had shading their eyes. What harm could it do the good guys to breathe a little?
It certainly wasn’t hurting the Seeker who lay to his left on their shared bank. Her armor was neatly deposited beside her, abandoned for his latest and filthiest work of smut. She breathed easily and turned another page. He checked the number on the corner and marveled at her ability to remain unreadable in the face of complete debauchery. He admired it, truly.
She peeked an eye at him out from behind the cover, and he took the opportunity to give her a knowing wink. “Getting good, huh?”
Cassandra grunted in feigned annoyance, then rolled over to her stomach and shook her head. “The things that you write, Varric.”
“They’re the things that you read, Seeker,” he joked back.
She looked at him again, only for a moment before a deliciously coy smile spread across her lips. She put the novel down, then raised herself to her knees and then to her feet. She towered over him like the tree above, and ran a finger along the scruff on his jawline. “If you behave yourself, dwarf,” she teased in a low murmer, “perhaps I will show you that they are also the things I do.”
… Well, shit, he thought, nearly scrambling to his feet to follow her towards the tents. There was definitely going to be a lot more R and R in his next book.
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thedasphiliasociety · 9 months
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I never shipped Cassarric until this moment and then I was like…oh, I see…
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antivanruffles · 9 months
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❤️ or 💛 for Cassaric?
❤️ first kiss / realization 💛 reunion kiss / relief
.... Why not both?
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It is going to be all right. Everything is going to be all right.
Cassandra repeated it like a mantra.
They had been well prepared for the fight. The Inquisitor's trainer, Kihm, had given them what they needed to complete the task.
So they had been prepared. In theory.
The Pride Demon was expected, as were the wraiths that flanked.
The bear had been a surprise though.
As they stumbled up the path to where the Demon was located, all had been chaos as a bear had managed to get itself involved as well. Cassandra barely remembered much of the fight, everything seemed to have happened so fast.
She did remember being close to the edge of the bluff, the sheer cliff side at her back, and the damned bear charging her instead of the wraith had been attacking it. She also remembered something heavy hitting her side and knocking her off her feet.
Cassandra was dazed as she sprawled on the ground, trying to discern what had happened. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the bear careening off the edge of the cliff, unable to stop itself in time, and a flash of red that she belated realized was Varric.
There had been no time to reach out to try to grab him, only the split second where realization hit and then worry settled like a rock in the pit of her stomach.
She was thankful that the fight was over as the Inquisitor had managed to dispatch the final wraith causing problems. That let her leave and try to and her pick way down the cliff side; the Inquisitor and Dorian not far behind.
It is going to be all right. He is going to be all right.
Cassandra stumbled and slipped her way down, having found a gently worn path several yards back from the point of the bluff and the steepest part of the incline. She circled back around, uncertain and worried for what she would find.
Varric was a heap at the base of the incline. Although he was swearing up a storm so she figured that was a good sign.
"Varric!" she called once she grew close enough.
"I'm here! Oh shit," he swore as he tried to sit up, wincing.
"Is anything broken?" Cassandra sank down beside him, reaching out to check him over for wounds.
He had some superficial cuts and scraps, and probably more bruises than she could count, but over all he looked no worse for the wear.
"All in one piece. You haven't gotten rid of me yet, Seeker." He sat up slowly, favoring his side. He could have broken ribs. Or he could be bleeding internally.
"Seeker, I'm fine," Varric said, and she realized she had been speaking out loud.
"You may feel fine, Varric, but if you hit your head or lost consciousness for even a moment---"
"Cassandra," he said gently, but firm enough to gain her attention. "I'm fine."
She wasn't sure she had ever heard him say her name before. Or if he had, he certainly hadn't ever said it like that. So softly... so fondly. Cassandra looked up at his face then, met his gaze straight on.
He had been incredibly stupid, and beyond reckless... and for what? To save her? She could have easily been the one tumbling over the edge to break a limb or crack open her head.
Then again that could have easily happened to him as well.
"You stupid, dwarf!" She glared at him. "You could have died!"
Varric looked as if she had slapped him. "Well excuse me, next time I'll just let you die instead!"
"Good! I do not wish for you to die, least of all on my behalf!" She felt stricken at the idea of losing Varric; to death or even something less tragic and more mundane. She simply couldn't bear the idea of Varric not being there.
He opened his mouth to argue back or complain or something. Cassandra didn't give him the chance to speak, instead she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward in order to press her lips to his.
The kiss was impulsive and stupid, she knew, but she couldn't regret it. Not when Varric was alive and whole. She didn't intend for the kiss to be anything more than a press of lips, but the moment Varric started to return her kiss all other thoughts went out of her mind.
When they broke apart for air, Cassandra leaned back enough to look him in the eye.
"If you ever die, I will kill you."
"Uh, noted." He laughed and shook his head, incredulous.
Cassandra wasn't entirely sure what else she should say, or if she should apologize? She opened her mouth to say something, but Varric didn't give her the chance.
"Just remember, though, that goes both ways." Then he slipped his hand behind her neck and tugged her down for another kiss.
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amarmeme · 2 years
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The Shelved Works of Varric Tethras
My magnum opus has finally reached its conclusion: over 40K of enemies-to-lovers goodness, filled with angst and pining.
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Beautiful art by @froschkuss, who I commissioned AGES ago. Please go give kacha love.
Time had not worn away the sheen of their relationship, nor made her any less immune to his brand of charm. It was a perfect match for all its imperfections, the pieces fitting together so well Cassandra had to acknowledge she'd been a fool to not see the possibilities at first.
Read from the beginning.
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jahaliel · 1 year
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my love its been a long time coming
white wolf and the worlds ending
but im glad that youre by my side
its been a lifetime dear of loving
we're going to go down swinging
and im glad to have you by my side
there may be grey at our temples
but our weapons are well maintained
and we fight to live we fight to love
we stand firm against the falling veil
(going back to my roots for this one lol)
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dstantstargazer · 1 year
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i finally got to one of my favorite cutscenes in the game. oh, cass... you would've loved fanfiction.
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I love new dilf Varric now show me Cassandra pleaseeee  🙏
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hextechmaturgy · 1 year
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a moment alone
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bigturtl · 2 years
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trophy husband varric. idk. that’s all i have to say
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ziskandra · 1 year
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📓 for the meme, please!
I daydream about writing a multichaptered Hawkedith fic one day wherein it's basically a DA2 rewrite where Hawke and Meredith get together to be the worst world's power couple, and in true DA2 fashion, it's told from Varric's Outsider POV. The framing device is still Cassandra interrogating Varric, and honestly the main scene that lives rent free in my head at this point is Cassandra being just like, 'hey, hey varric, why didn't anyone stop Hawke what the fuck' and Varric just sorta shrugging his hands, smiling and answering, "what can I say it made a good story"
[send me a"📓" and I'll explain the plot of a fic I haven't written but daydream about!]
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INTRO.
Hello! This is a Dragon Age sideblog for @ziskandra. You can find my Dragon Age fanfics here on AO3. If you'd like to know more about my interests outside of my Thoughts on Thedas, feel free to check out my main! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy your stay.
ABOUT THIS BLOG. The most important things to note is I spend a lot of time thinking about fictional villains (or otherwise controversial characters) and what makes them tick: I especially enjoy exploring what causes them to go to the lengths they do to achieve their goals: what price are they willing to pay for victory?
This means that I expect to disagree with others from to time, and enjoy healthy, good-faith discussions: I find bouncing my ideas off others helps them grow!
HOW I FANDOM. Leading on from the above, I tend to stay away from character and/or ship hate (especially if it's untagged): everyone takes something different away from every piece of art and media they engage with, and I personally don't think I'm in a position to criticize how random individuals explore their lives and identity through transformative work. To me, the main joy I get out of fandom is its relative immunity to the effects of capitalism: people (especially marginalised creators) can write and share their stories and experiences and connect with likeminded individuals. I'm basically trying to find my people! I will, however, occasionally post commenting on fandom trends, without mentioning individual fans. These will always be tagged #fandom critical. FAVES.
Disclaimer: there's no DA characters that I genuinely hate: there's ones that are either on permanent rotation in my mental microwave, or characters I just don't have a lot of thoughts on at all (although I can probably refer you to someone who does have lots of thoughts about them! There's someone for everyone!)
Anyway, here's who I'm thinking about the most at this point in time, in (very, very rough) order: Meredith, Orsino, Cullen, Anders, Loghain, Anora, Tassia, Rezaren, Miriam, Hira, Isabela, Merrill, Varric, Aveline, Cassandra, Josephine, Sera, Vivienne
SHIPS. I am a multi-shipper! There's no ships I inherently dislike: I find a well-written fic can convince me of any potential dynamic. I like pretty much any ship that involves one of my faves, but a few of the ships I've been writing/reading/thinking about the most lately are:
Meredith/Orsino (#meresino)
Meredith/Cullen (#culledith)
Hawke/Meredith (#hawkedith)
Hawke/Cullen (#cawke)
Hawke/Anders (#handers)
Hawke/Isabela (#hawkbela)
Hawke/Loghain
Loghain/Morrigan
Loghain/Maric/(Rowan)
Cassandra/Varric (#cassarric) QUESTIONS? Send me an ask!
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