#damir cadash

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Look, I'm not writing about Elluin or Solas! Wow, amazing. xD.

This is for Stories of Thedas and the prompt is "Cooking". Damir Cadash thinks about the joy of cooking.

Yes, Damir believed cooking was magic. Maybe he didn’t tapped into the Fade to gather his powers, but he tapped into his mind, into his lifelong memories. Every place he visited in his travels had a special dish, an unique flavour and he tasted them all. He didn’t need the Fade, like his friend Solas required, to understand the beauty of the world. Thedas’ beauty could be found in its dishes, in its ingredients and in the people that understood the joy of cooking. 

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FYV’s Pride Protags

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@musetta3 asked “Unshaken by the darkness of the world” (from the DA-specific list) and perhaps Damir Cadas x Cassandra?

I saw ‘Chant’ and immediately thought of Cassandra. thank you!

Thank you for the prompt Verdi! Tumblr messed up the ask but I wrote for this and I want to share. For @dadrunkwriting

"How do you do it, Cassandra?" asked Damir, whose chest burned with every inhale and exhale. "

After a long battle with the Venatori, his fingertips turned red as he launched arrow after arrow to defeat their enemies. His bow now rested on his shoulder, its weight a pleasant touch on his tense muscles.

"Do what?" The Seeker, she too out of breath.

With blood covering her from the soles of her feet to the tips of her black hair, Cassandra reminded him of an unwavering goddesses, an avatar of war and destruction.

But no fear touched his heart for he knew that while Cassandra fought mighty dragons, the well-crafted armour concealed the soul of a romantic. Still, the strength and conviction she had displayed in front of such a large number of enemies left him speechless.

“How do you withstand the darkness of the world, unshaked and carry on as if nothing had happened? I will have nightmares about this battle for days to come."

Cassandra dropped the sword on the ground and rubbed her face with the back of her hand. For a few seconds Damir saw the cracks in her armour, the kind that come after years of enduring the worst of the world. "I will have nightmares, too," she said in a brittle voice, and Damir heard the pain of a warrior forced to kill. "It never gets easier, Herald, but I must do it. I must persevere when darkness is our enemy."

"But why?" he persisted. "No one is forcing you to do it. Not a Mark or a prophecy. You can run away at any time."

Damir reached into his pocket and fished out a handkerchief. Blood and dirt reached even in there, staining the green fabric, a testament to the violence of their battle. Nevertheless, he handed it to Cassandra for her to wipe her face. Before the blood on her skin hardened and weighed on her conscience.

"I can't run away now, for I must protect you," she said, staring at the hand clutching the handkerchief. "No matter how difficult it is for me, I must fight," their eyes met and Damir saw the determination of a warrior there. The determination fit to fight the tendrils of darkness..

"And me and my bow will be right beside you, Cassandra," he reached for her fist clenching the material as if her life depended on how deeply her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm. "You are not alone. We will fight the darkness together."

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My wonderful friend @jarakrisafis was so kind to draw my Damir Cadash. Look at him! I love this, Jarak, thank you so much! 

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FYV’s Inquisitors: Eyes

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“This reminded me of you.” for whoever you feel like writing ❤

Hello and thank you for the prompt! I'm writing this for Damir Cadash/Cassandra. For @dadrunkwriting

The poem isn't mine. It's called Air Vif by Paul Eluard. I found the English translation here.

Waiting was not Cassandra's forte. Waiting patiently while others travelled Theda's roads to save the world did not appeal to her.

Cassandra moved from one corner of the room to the other, dodging books and scrolls on the floor. She counted the minutes and hours since Damir had left for the Hissing Wastes to face the Venatori who threatened the safety of the world.

Instead of taking her with him to protect him and the rest of the group as best she could, Damir advised rest after days of fighting with the numerous enemies who ambushed them along the way.

"I do not need rest!" she said, still pacing. "I can take care of myself very well."

A sharp pain ran through her thigh, as if contradicting her words. She hissed and sat down on the Inquisitor's bed, biting her lower lip to stifle a whimper.

Of course Damir was right. She knew he was. Even the strongest warrior needs time to recover and reflect. Especially in times of war. But the thought of her lover fighting alone, without another warrior to watch his back, to protect him from the Venatori who wished him dead, only brought anger and frustration to her heart.

Frustration at her own body, at the flesh that ached from days of trecking in the snow, at the scars that burned night after night. In moments like these, she wished the Maker made her as resilient as Andraste.

Cassandra sighed and rubbed her temples. The throbbing headache announcing a long, restless night. How could she sleep in a bed with fresh sheets and a comfortable mattress when the Inquisitor-her lover-roared without her shield to protect him?

With a grunt, she rose to her feet again to continue her nervous walk, her back giving a cry of pain in protest at her decision. Even if Damir would be disappointed in her decision, she could not rest. She refused to rest.

Until a book hidden under the Inquisitor's pillow caught her attention. Damir collected books as if his life depended on the endeavour, and Cassandra learned to recognise each volume just by its cover. The bright red leather piqued her curiosity and though she preferred to respect his privacy, the corner that peeked out from under the pillow called to her.

Careful not to damage the book, Cassandra carefully pulled it out, her fingers brushing over the cracks in the old leather. The title, engraved in gold letters, read "Poems." The simple yet enigmatic title urged her to open the book, the spine cracking.

As soon as she did, a yellow piece of parchment slipped out of the pages and onto the floor, and Cassandra hurried to pick it up, afraid she might ruin the book. A smile formed on her lips at the sight of Damir's neat handwriting, and the small but elegant letters bringing a pleasant warmth in her stomach.

Cassandra, the letter said, I know you will not rest while I'm gone. You're too stubborn for that. I know you too well. But instead of digging a hole in my bedroom's floor with your pacing around, I thought maybe you should read this book.

Please accept the poem on this page as an apology for leaving you behind.

With love,

Damir.

Cassandra chuckled, not surprised by Damir's gift. After all, both had a secret passion for romance and love poems. Curious to read the recommended poem, she slipped the note into her back pocket and opened the book again. A short poem awaited her on page 57, written in green letters:

At the end of all my travels,

At the bottom of all my torments,

At the turn of all the laughter

I saw you.

In my house, I saw you.

In my arms, I saw you.

In my dreams, I saw you.

I will never leave you anymore.

She rarely cried. A warrior had to stay strong, for their sake and for the sake of those they protected. But as Cassandra read the verses over and over, tears ran down her cheeks and stained the pages of the book. And with them, longing and sorrow poured from the heart of a mighty warrior.

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OC Question time! Does your character or their Love Interest ever forget their anniversary?

Hey, thanks for the question.

Elluin Lavellan: ugh she did, when Solas was around. Since I hc that the events of the game takes 2 years, they do get to celebrate one anniversary. One that Elluin completely forgot because of all the madness that comes with being the Inquisitor. She feels extremely bad when Solas reminds her but he just laughs and tells her it's all right. He can't blame her.

Arissa Surana: *sobs in dead warden*

Ase Adaar and Damir Cadash would never forget this. No matter what.

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For the BTV OC ask, I would like to know What is your OC’s favorite food? Why?

Hey, thank you for the question!

Elluin Lavellan doesn't have any favourite foods. She doesn't care that much about it. For her, food is just something that offers the energy to survive.

Arissa Surana loves fruits. Especially sour ones.

Ase Adaar loves sweets. She'd eat those all the time.

Damir Cadash loves cheese. It's one of the things he loves the most about living on the surface. All that delicious cheese.

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No 5 from BTV OC questions :

"If your OC could change something about themselves, what would it be?"

~Ella~

Hey, Ella, thanks for the question.

Elluin Lavellan would change her temper. Sometimes, when she gets angry, she finds it difficult to concentrate and take the best decision.

Arissa Surana would love to be brave, and less shy. Her shyness stopped her from doing a lot of things she dreamed of doing.

Ase Adaar would like to trust people and open up much easier than she does now. It’s hard for her to trust people and make true friends.

Damir Cadash he wishes he had a tougher soul. He has a soft heart and all the terrible things he sees in the world sometimes upsets him very much.

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BTV OC Questions:

What is your OC's full name? Does their name mean anything or have any special significance?

Thank you for the question!

Ahhh sadly, no. I'm shit at naming my characters. I usually just slap some letters until I get a name sounding word and I just go with it. xD

The names of my OCs are:

Elluin Lavellan

Ase Adaar

Damir Cadash

Arissa Surana

Bria Aeducan

Mila Hawke

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OC Kissing Week: Smooch 6 with Damir and Swirliesdominate‘s Ebost.

I’m going to have to extend the smooches past kissing week since I still have three left, but Maverick and Rackyroo‘s Desya are up next.

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Is that beautiful blonde creature in your Inquisitor post a m!Cadash? 'cause he could get it, just saying. good job, yo

Yeeeep, that’s Damir.

Thank you, nonny. He did end up becoming a very handsome gent. You���re welcome, Dorian.

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*casually flexes beefy muscles while out in the Hinterlands*

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Damir Cadash

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FYV’s Adwarfable Inquisitors

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Still need to get him to the BE, so I can adjust his jaw/chin to my liking, but overall Damir is lookin’ pretty foxy.

You’re welcome, Dorian.