#da'fen ~ pandora

[crackinglamb]

I posted 7,159 times in 2022

That's 1,391 more posts than 2021!

248 posts created (3%)

6,911 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 5,578 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#sound on - 774 posts

#always reblog - 349 posts

#*snort - 342 posts

#this - 310 posts

#cats - 245 posts

#no lies detected - 241 posts

#awesome art - 239 posts

#hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! - 210 posts

#solas - 151 posts

#lamb writes - 128 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#... & to all y'all that have to watch could have been better spent monies get pissed down the drain of an overblown funeral & coronation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Til It Squeaks, a Series

Today, on the anniversary of its beginning, Da'Fen Carly Mayers Lavellan's story came to an end. Two years, 337,909 words, 7 works. So I thought I would put together a masterpost of the series, with links to AO3, for all of you.

Twist

The fic that started it all. Carly Mayers, a woman from Earth, gets transported to Thedas and becomes the Herald of Andraste. And she decides that canon needs a hammer. A Solavellan fix-it with a happy ending. Rated E for sexual content. Also contains canon typical violence. ~197K words.

The Cutting Room Floor

A snippet fic, full of little bits the main fic had no room for. Includes screenshots of the ensemble cast. Also includes 'deleted scenes' and versions of the first draft that never got off the ground. Rated T for occasional swearing, adult themes and canon typical violence. ~27K words.

Choice, Pride and Trust

A oneshot of Carly and Solas defeating Imshael at Suledin Keep. Rated M for graphic depictions of violence. ~2300 words.

Waiter, There's a Fluff In My Soup!

A multi-ship collection of prompt fills for Fluff-uary 2021. Pairings include Carly and Solas, Varric and Marian Hawke, Dorian and Iron Bull and more. Rated E for sexual content. ~28K words.

Twist Some More

A sequel to Twist. Carly and Solas continue their work rebuilding the Dales, taking down the Veil and having a surprise baby. Incorporates events from Tevinter Nights, but is overall self-indulgent and fluffy. Rated E for sexual content. ~67K words.

Earth Pizza and Qunari Street Food

Takes place four years after the events of TSM. Carly and Solas welcome Dorian and Iron Bull for a visit. Cooking and family fluff ensue. Rated T for some adult themes, but with a happy ending. ~4600 words.

Make It a Good One, Peaches

50 years post-canon, mortality affects Carly's inner circle. A final send off including the generation to follow that of the Inquisition. More sweet than bitter. Rated T for major character death. ~1700 words.

Thank you to everyone who has read these fics and come to love Carly as much as I do. My heart is full. 💕

18 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#4

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you! 💕

Tagging @about2dance, @a11sha11fade, @sinsbymanka, @mrscullensrutherford, @dreadfutures, @mogwaei and @espressocomfort. No pressure!

R&R grabbed the Muse this morning. Have some Lark Cadash in Skyhold.

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Something had happened here, some cataclysm that broke the magic of this place. That sundered it.

The Veil.

What she felt under her fingertips and saw in her mind's eye was like the aftermath of a shockwave. A burst dam of energy, exploding outwards from a central point deeper in the bowels of the Stone. Traces of the spell lingered like a taste on the back of her tongue. She didn't recognize it, but felt like she should.

19 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you!

Tagging @fiadhaisteach, @lilbittymonster, @sinsbymanka, @serial-chillr and @about2dance. No pressure!

It's Fluff-uary, folks. I am neck deep in somft and silly. Have a peek.

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As often happened, a bolt of inspiration hit Varric while he was bathing. He gave a rueful sigh, wrapped himself in a towel and rushed to his desk without even bothering to swipe his dripping hair out of the way as he jotted down the idea before he lost it. He was never more grateful to Imogen than in that moment, since having his own suite meant having his own bathing chamber in it. He didn't have to traipse halfway across the keep to get back to his room, the mad gleam of words in his eyes. He didn't need that kind of blow to his reputation.

He got lost in the idea after a while, eventually snagging his reading glasses so he could see the page better. His hair stopped dripping onto his bare shoulders and he didn't even notice he was getting chilled sitting there in nothing more than a damp towel. He never heard the door open.

He certainly didn't hear the low, needy hum that Hawke made. If he had, he might have been warned.

Her sharp teeth sank into the ball of his shoulder and he jumped, thoroughly startled. “What the...Hawke!”

She cackled, leaning on the back of his chair. At least she'd bitten the off arm, so the only splotch on the page in front of him was his own fault. He glared at her over the rim of his glasses.

“Oh, your face! That's a weighty look, serrah.”

“What are you doing?”

She smiled at him, warm and loving and he almost melted. Almost. Then she spoke. “Haven't you ever just wanted to bite someone? You looked so delicious sitting there, I had to have a taste.”

Half his blood rushed southward. The rest seemed to have taken up residence in his cheeks. Either way, it left none for his brain and he gaped at her like an addled nug. He scrambled to find anything to say, anything at all.

“Andraste's flaming knickers,” was what came out. Hawke laughed again.

“No, I don't think I'd want to bite those.”

21 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you!

Tagging @lilbittymonster, @natsora, @blueboxness-art, @whataboutbugs-art, @espressocomfort and @serial-chillr. No pressure!

While The Fluffs(tm) have been keeping me busy, I've still been working occasionally on new chapters for WG. I made myself very emotional with Cole's personal quest recently. And by emotional, I mean angry. I could rant forever (and will in the author's notes), but here, have a snippet.

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“You!” Cole shouted, advancing on the man. “You killed me!” The Templar scoffed and tried to push him away, but Cole wouldn't be deterred. “You forgot. You locked me in the dungeon in the Spire, and you forgot, and I died in the dark!”

“The Spire?” the man replied. Imogen heard the others behind her.

“Cole, stop,” Solas commanded. The Templar took advantage of his hesitance and ran.

“Cole,” Imogen said gently, reaching out but not quite touching him. “He didn't kill you, he killed the human Cole. You came to him, as a spirit, to give him comfort at the end. He was not you, not the way you are now.”

“A broken body, bloody, banged on the stone. Guts gripping in the dark, dank. A captured apostate. They threw him into the dungeon in the Spire at Val Royeaux. They forgot about him, and he starved to death.”

“Yes,” Imogen said. He turned to her, his watery blue eyes boring into hers with all the power a fully realized spirit possessed. “And you crossed the Veil to help. But you couldn't make food out of nothing, so all you could give him was yourself. Your compassion. You became him when he was gone. Cole.”

“Let me kill him back. I need to.”

Imogen cupped his face in her hands, the Anchor flaring against his skin as it touched the Fade within him. “No, baby. That won't help you.”

“Then what do I do?”

“You need to forgive him.”

“What?” Varric sputtered. “He can't just forgive the man who killed him!”

“You can't,” Solas said. “But Cole is a spirit. His nature works differently.”

“Stop it, both of you,” Imogen snapped. She focused back on Cole. “Make him forget, it will remove the ties that bind you together. You will remain you, and he will no longer carry the pain of his guilt. Can you feel it? Cole, concentrate. Can you feel his pain?”

“'Don't worry, we'll erase his records'. They clap him on the shoulder, smell of oiled metal and blood. They smile at him like Louis did when he made him drown the kittens...”

“Go to him Cole. Help him. He's in pain, and you are a spirit of Compassion.”

She let him go and watched as he disappeared down the path the Templar had run. Varric was staring at her like she'd fallen from the sky – always that look, she thought idly – while Solas looked at her more pensively. She wondered if he guessed that she'd taken his words and spoken them herself.

“I hope you know what you're doing,” Varric muttered.

21 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dash did a thing.

55 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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[dreadwxlf]

 ~    She seems almost embarrassed as she looks up at him. He’s about to reassure her before she seems to work through her nerves and pulls out a small, white cup. Pandora wanted to paint with him. The thought of such a sweet father-daughter activity makes his heart squeeze and his smile broaden. ~

  ~   “ I would love to, Pandora. Perhaps you would like to use my brushes? ” Solas rises to stride to the other side of the room. He opens a wooden drawer of seeming miscellaneous objects before pulling out three brushes of varying sizes. They didn’t get much use anymore; he didn’t exactly have time to paint when leading almost of the Elvhen people. The little free time he had was spent bonding with Pandora. ~

  ~   He sets the brushes down beside the paints on the table before pulling the little girl into his lap. The largest brush is the first chosen, and he helps steady Pandora’s hand as she grasps it. “ Hold it between your thumb and index finger, like so. ” The brush is large in her tiny fingers, and he’ll have to guide her hand at first to get her accustomed to the feeling. “ What color would you like to start with, da’fen? ” ~

she leans into his touch as he comes down, eyes popping up to look up at his face. there’s an UNSURENESS about her, almost EMBARRASSED. shy even. but she pulls through the nerves & holds something up between them, the smallest of somethings, blank & waiting to be decorated. 

❝ will you help me paint this cup, daddy? ❞

@dreadwxlf​ | x

[dreadwxlf]

“ i kissed someone today. ” -panda

  ~   His brows raise in surprise at the statement; it certainly hadn’t been what he had expected to hear when he asked his daughter what she did today. ~

  ~   “ Kissed someone? ” he repeated. Wasn’t Pandora a bit too young for kissing? She certainly wasn’t old enough to have a romantic interest in anyone yet...right? “ ...Whom did you kiss? ” he asked after a pause. ~

[dreadwxlf]

rush -panda

rush ~ tackle them to the ground

 ~    He is surprised at the force Pandora has as she tackles him in a hug - so much so that she knocks him to the ground! Still, there is a broad smile on his face as he holds her tightly to his chest. He had been gone for three weeks on a mission: the longest he had ever left his daughter alone. ~

  ~   “ I have missed you as well, da’fen, ” he says with a small laugh. A sigh leaves his lips as he softly noses her hair; time alone with his daughter was just what he needed after the less-than-pleasant work he has just finished. Solas plants a kiss on the top of her head before sitting up and situating the girl in his lap. “ I apologize for being gone for so long. Tell me, what did you do while I was away? I trust you were on your best behavior. ” ~

[dreadwxlf]

Did you enact a law that if you’re mean to pandora you die

 ~    “ Yes. ” ~

[dreadwxlf]

💀 for pandora

~Send 💀 for my muse to discover your muse’s dead body~

CHILD DEATH TW

  ~   His blood runs cold as he sees the small body lying in the dirt. “ No... ”. In flash he has fade stepped to Pandora’s side, and falls to his knees beside her. No no no no no. She can’t be -- she’s only injured, that’s all. With trembling hands, he reaches out to touch her. An anguished gasp leaves his lips: she is ice cold, even through her fur cloak. She feels so fragile and broken as takes her into his arms. He lets out a choked sob as she falls limp against him. ~

  ~   “ Da’fen...da’fen, viane mar inan! ” he begs. She does not respond. He sobs once more as he squeezes her to his chest, as if trying to will the life back into her. His tears drip onto her pale face, washing away the blood and dirt. There is no shallow breath, no pulse of the Anchor deep within her body...Pandora is dead. His daughter is dead. The realization finally hits him, and he begins to wail, cradling her to him. ~

 ~    “ Pandora...ma'da’sa...ir abelas...ir abelas. ” He repeats the words over and over again. ~

  ~   He is not sure how much time he has spent in the dirt, rocking her small body. Hours, perhaps. It doesn’t matter. He has wrapped her up tight in her little wolf cloak, the one that she loved so. She had been so happy when he had presented it to her. That day she had made him take a walk with her around the entire stronghold so everyone could see their matching cloaks. She wore the little thing everywhere, proud to own something that resembled her father’s. The corners of his lips lift ever so slightly at the memory. The smile is only a flicker though before it is gone. ~

  ~   Solas rises to leave, tucking Pandora’s body under his own wolf’s cloak. He will find the people who had killed her - he would make them suffer. That was his first task. Then, command his agents to find another power source to tear down the Veil, no matter the cost. He already had something in mind. Red lyrium was drastic, yes, but he didn’t care what happened to him anymore. This world would burn. There was nothing good left it it anyway. ~

[dreadwxlf]

💀 for Erin

~Send 💀 for my muse to discover your muse’s dead body~

  ~   Solas rushes through the stone hallways, ignoring the soldier that trails frantically behind him. The young man is attempting to offer him an explanation, but he isn’t really listening.  ~

  ~   “ She overtook three of our guards on the north side of the stronghold! I apologize for acting without your orders, Lord Fen’Harel, but if she hadn’t been stopped...”. ~

  ~   The rest of his words are drowned out as he reaches the room where Erin is held...where is body is held. ~ 

  ~   The former Inquisitor is lain out on a stone slab, her chest bloodstained from where she had been run through with a sword. He finds it hard to breath as he stares down at her corpse, and the other elves in the room quickly scurry out. Finally alone, he leans over Erin’s body and presses two fingers to her neck. Cold. There is no pulse. He sets his jaw as he feels tears prick at his eyes. She was not supposed to die this soon - not yet. A sigh leaves his lips as he bows his head. ~

  ~   “ Ir abelas, my friend...It was not supposed to happen this way. ” She hadn’t even been able to see Pandora one last time...That was why she had come here, after all. The grief of him taking her must have made her reckless enough to come here alone to take her back. If he had sent word that he was planning on coming...Perhaps she would still be alive. Of course - another one of his countless mistakes. Erinye had deserved better. ~

  ~   “ Daddy? ” ~

  ~   He is drawn out of his thoughts by a small voice behind him. Solas whirls around to see Pandora peeking through the doorway. Immediately, he rushes towards her, slamming the door shut after gently guiding her out into the hallway. Her mother’s corpse was not something she needed to see. The girl gives him a curious look. ~

  ~   “ ...What happened? There were people yelling outside. ” He gazes down at her, and it seems the sorrow in his eyes is evident. Pandora is immediately filled with worry and grasps a bit at his cloak. “ Daddy? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? ” As she looks up at him with her wide green eyes, he sees a flash of Erinye in her face. Suddenly, he scoops her up, drawing her to his chest - mostly to hide the anguish on his face. ~ 

  ~   “ Nothing, da’fen, ” he answers, softly nosing her hair. “ Nothing you should concern yourself with. ” ~

[dreadwxlf]

@magicalled​ ~ plotted thread

 ~    Solas’s heart pounded wildly in his chest as he made his way through the crystal corridors. After almost five years, he didn’t dare to hope it could be her -- yet his guards had brought someone with them this time. They were certain they said; she had confessed to being the daughter of the Dread Wolf herself. But he would not believe them until he saw Pandora with his own eyes. ~

 ~    Soon, he reached the room where he had been called. He calmed himself, not allowing his turbulent emotions to show on his face. The door was unlocked with a wave from his hand. ~ 

 ~    Only two guards stood beside the woman in the room -- he supposed there was no need for extra security when she had come voluntarily. She faced away from him, her hair a bit darker and longer than he remembered Pandora’s being. Her rounded ears were immediately noticeable, meaning she was elf-blooded. As the guards stood at attention, the girl seemed to notice he was there and turned around to face him with brilliant green eyes. His heart stopped -- it was her. He was certain now. ~ 

 ~    He said nothing as he simply stared at her, a multitude of emotions running through him. Solas wanted to cry, to wrap his arms around his daughter and never let go. But he would not show that emotion in front of two of his subjects. He gestured to the door, and the guards immediately moved to leave, closing the door behind them. The mantle of Fen’Harel fell, and in that moment, he was simply Solas -- a father that had missed his daughter for far too long. ~ 

  ~   “ Pandora? ” he asked softly, tears misting over his eyes. “ Is it truly you? ” ~