Hollllllyyyyy shit. I can't stop staring. This is amazing! What a scene, what a scene... Thank you so much for this fanart and for being such a big fan of Taller Than Titans and for rallying the people! This fic and these dwarves are my heart and soul.
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really love keeping up with my mutuals through their little tags and vent posts. getting updates on how they’re doing is something like: glad to know your job at the library is going well. i’m sorry you haven’t gotten that raise. glad your finals went well. i’m sorry your teacher is so unhelpful. glad your tv show got renewed. i’m sorry they killed your favorite character. glad that you scored tickets to see your favorite artist. i’m sorry they aren’t touring near you at all. glad your cat is doing well. i’m sorry your mom is sick again. glad you’re feeling better now that it’s your favorite season. i’m sorry your meds aren’t working. glad you’re married now. i’m sorry you have to step back for your mental health. glad you’re still here. i’m sorry life is so hard. glad you’re alive, i hope things get easier for you soon
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I saw this when running newpipe. But wait, it gets deeper. I clicked on the details buttons and it said as of today, we have 83 days left until Google rolls out this new requirement for apps inside and outside of the google play store. If any developer disagrees with their new terms and fees, they will be blocked!
I'll share some of the info below:
Looks like they're trying to nuke the remaining privacy and freedoms we have left on the internet.
What to do?
-Get your developer friends to not comply to their new guides
- Sign the open letter on the site and take action by checking out the full resources list on their website as well!
To summarize, this is all daunting especially when you feel all alone with unfair and inhumane regulations comming out faster than improvements but we got this working together!
Share the link with your friends, family and anyone who will listen!
Your phone is about to stop being yours. In September 2026, Google will block every Android app whose developer hasn't registered with them.
hmm im not sure what ships are your favorites!!! how about leliana and josephine? or isabela and merrill? literally any combo of dragon age ladies that you like haha :)
you guys really like this ship huh
tagging @aslinncosplay who also requested leli/josie!
Some people are scared to make their lesbian OCs butch because they worry about falling into stereotypes and we are loosing many beautiful butch OCs because of this #makeitstop
A while back I wrote this which pretty much sums up my feelings about their friendship. So hearing Cass so surprised and so HURT about the reveal made me want to claw my face off.
She believes him capable of doing good things. She sees the sadness in him, that even other members of the Inquisition never really address. She defers to him on matters of the Fade and magic. They grow to respect one another’s opinions, even if they disagree. They respect each other. Cassandra’s respect is not easily won.
…..AND THEN SOLAS GOES AND FUCKS IT UP.
Cassandra is never going to trust him again. She’s going to look back at their conversations and think him a liar. She’s going to think that whatever good he had to say about her was insincere. She’s going to think of him as no better than Corypheus, because her morals are so staunch, because she’s so much for protecting the innocent. I think she’d be able to see his perspective, see the good he wants to do, but ultimately dismiss it because the methods he wants to use would be atrocious to her. HE’S going to be atrocious to her. I just know it.
But Solas, being Solas, would understand her anger, because he believes himself to be atrocious, too, utterly beyond any forgiveness and undeserving of her friendship. She’s one of the people who helped him see the world as real.
Did you know that the companion that Solas easily has the longest amount of banter with is Cassandra? I split the banter into separate audio files for easier listening, and I was shocked to find this out - he doesn’t talk the longest to Cole, he talks the longest with Cassandra. By two minutes. He talks with her twice as long as he talks to Dorian, with whom he speaks the least.
All Solas says to Cassandra is, over and over again, how much he respects and admires her faith, her courage, her willingness to accept hard truths. She (a great Seeker of Truth) humbly asked him (a homeless, powerless elven apostate) for knowledge and guidance and advice. They comforted each other when they were grieving; she went to him about her struggles with faith, not anyone else… oh, it just kills me how Cassandra will think of him now. This was one of my favorite friendships in the whole game. :’(
I’d honestly ship the two of them if Solavellan wasn’t a thing. I kinda ship them anyway. She goes to him with doubts about her faith, about her very soul.
I definitely head canon her as the angriest of the companions at Solas. I can only imagine how much she doubts the comfort he gave her, if any of it was real, if she can trust a single word he said. I imagine her pain as being very close to that of Lavellan’s. This was someone she trusted, someone she loved (platonic), someone she shared her deepest doubts and regrets with. And now what? How can she look back on it the same way?
Cassandra is also a Seeker of Truth, who was unable to see the truth in Solas, the God of Lies. I’ve been thinking about this more in the past couple weeks, and I had forgotten the detail that the only man Cassandra ever loved, the mage Regalyan, died at the Conclave. Her only lover died because of Solas giving Corypheus the orb. Her pain is definitely comparable to Lavellan’s.
Varric and Cassandra are both the characters who Solas had to spend time with and befriend in every worldstate, and it makes me wonder if, in DA4, Varric will be the voice of Inquisitors who want to convince and be peaceful with Solas, and Cassandra will represent Inquisitors who are vengeful and angry with Solas.
"Dust floating in golden sunlight" for Solas and Cassandra?
They're in love.
For @dadrunkwriting, some DAI-era Solas x Cassandra with some slight suggestive themes and casual nudity.
asha'dirthar: she who seeks after wisdom
~~~
In her modest quarters above the blacksmith’s forge, Cassandra Pentaghast sat at the window, a hand mirror propped against the jamb. She hunched, undressed and with the posture of a person utterly at home, peering at her reflection as she carefully braided the long lock of hair at the nape of her neck.
Solas, similarly naked and at home, laid on her unmade bed and watched.
Dust motes hung in the dawning light of day, suspended in time around Cassandra’s muscled frame — they swirled in a sudden shift of the air as the Seeker’s hand passed through them, quickly plaiting a strand of hair and replacing the one she held between her lips. Her method was quick and sure, one born of habit.
Her bent back exposed the bumps of her spine only between her lower ribs. The rest of her was made of muscle upon generous flesh upon more muscle — her shoulders bunched and worked, as did her arms as she braided. The two valleys of strength in the small of her back, Solas noted with fierce pride, were covered with dark marks, kissed there with a biting mouth. His mouth.
The trail wrapped around her waist, along with a few reddened stripes, as if from grasping nails. More kisses marked where her belly folded. More on the underside of her breast. One still glistened in the new light of day — love so recently placed on her neck that it had not had the chance to dry.
“I feel your eyes,” Cassandra chuckled dryly. She wrapped the end of her braid with a strand of waxed thread. “Haven’t you consumed me enough?”
I have not, he thought, sure that he was just shy of starvation.
“Come here, asha’dirthar,” he said, reaching out a hand.
The warrior’s burden she carried dropped away as she tossed the finished braid over her shoulder — instead, a girlish giddiness took over in her scarred smile, in the way she hurried back to bed, in the way she kissed him again with a giggle at the back of her throat.
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ro ro ro I see we're in a solandra sexual tension mood tonight >:] how about some low hanging fruit for those two: [ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
Thank you!!! I took this one in a direction I didn't expect to take it lol but I had fun. For @dadrunkwriting
Pairing: Solas x Cassandra
Rating: T
Tags: Winter Palace, drunk flirting, Cassandra knows at least three languages
~~~
Seeker Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast, Right Hand of the Divine, Hero of Orlais, seventy-eighth in line to the Nevarran throne, was drunk.
Solas, the elven serving man, guided her away from the crowd, presumably to her quarters before she embarrassed herself — or, at least, that's what Cassandra assumed. Solas decided not to tell her that likely no one would notice that the celebration had gotten away from her. There were far more interesting things going on in the wake of the Inquisitor's success in saving Empress Celene.
In the empty hallway on the way to the Inquisition's rooms, flushed and with her jacket half-unbuttoned, Cassandra grasped Solas's hand and held it to her heart.
"Do you feel it thundering?" she asked. "Fit to burst."
When he blinked at her and lowered his eyes to her mouth, she assumed she'd said something shocking by mistake. She said it again — only when he responded in broken Orlesian did she realize what she'd done.
"My heart," she said in Trade, laughing — she cut off with a snort. "I am fit to burst. Je suis désolé, I spent so many years in court that I —"
A fit of hiccups wracked her, and Solas grasped at her hands.
"I did not know you spoke Orlesian."
They tottered down the hallway together, a pair of unsteady friends that leaned harder and harder on the other as they went. Solas was drunker than Cassandra had initially thought.
"Pfft," Cassandra scoffed. "I served Justinia and Beatrix for so long I nearly forgot my native tongue. When I talk in my sleep I am sure it is verse after verse of the Orlesian chant."
"I would like to hear that."
"Would you?" Cassandra giggled.
Solas's sly smile was broader than any she'd seen on him before — his cheeks were ruddy and his eyes were bright when he looked at her. He gestured to invite her through the door to the Inquisition's wing, but she would have to pass close enough to touch him to do so.
She sidled near, almost stumbling on the jamb, and recovered quite smoothly should she say so herself — she only rested her hand on his chest for a moment. He smelled of warm summer grass and heady, sweet wine. His mouth was near enough to kiss.
"I would like that very much," he murmured. When had his hand fallen upon the small of her back? "No matter the language that comes to your lips, asha'dirthar, I would hang upon every word."
Cassandra raised a brow, suddenly bold. She placed her hand back on his chest, near his lapel — she played slightly with a silver button at his collar. "Would you really have me quote scripture to you? I could choose the most abominable verses."
"Must I repeat myself?" he chuckled. "I would hang upon every word."
She raised her hand to his chin. The eyes that had so intently watched her fluttered closed. She traced a fingertip along his jaw, to his chin — the pad of her thumb paused just before she teased his bottom lip. A puff of air passed through his teeth when she let go, as if he'd been holding his breath.
"Come with me," she murmured, speaking now in her Nevarran mother tongue. "If you are as intent as you say, you may hear more than scripture tonight from my lips."
She let him go — she passed through the doorway, leaving only her scent in her wake.
Solas seemed to pause only for a single breath before following close behind her.
GUESS WHO😂😂 this time I bring you some Cass x Solas, maybe?? “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”???
Help Mer they're too cute 😭 thank you for this. For @dadrunkwriting
Rating: M
Pairing: Solas x Cassandra
~~~
"You fidget when I look at you, Solas," Cassandra griped. "Am I that difficult to look back at?"
She held his face between her hands and gently turned it from side to side, laughing to herself at how wholly he'd relaxed into her touch and let himself rest back on the covers and pillows. His brow furrowed, and she raised a calloused thumb to smooth it away.
"None of that," she scolded. "Not when you lay in my bed, apostate."
He grumbled, frowning harder against her hand. “Seeker, you have not called me such since the earliest days of this Inquisition. Do you intend to demean me?”
“Seeker?” she snorted. “You call me by my title even here?”
“If I am a mere apostate, then yes. But there is pride in what you are, Cassandra. Seeker.”
“As you have told me.”
“And have you been told that you have a piercing gaze? I am not the only man to wither before it, I am certain. What is it you peer at so intently?”
Cassandra cleared her throat, glancing almost nervously between his eyes. They were so close like this — her body settled with her thighs around his hips, her forearms now folded on his chest, her chin tucked on top of them — and his face was the center of her attention. She noticed that his freckles had darkened, and that there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from smiling.
“Your eyes,” she finally confessed. “They puzzle me.”
He chuckled suddenly, his dour mood lifted. “Why?”
“I cannot determine their colour.”
He looked back at her now, his brows lowering over those strange, light eyes of his. “They are blue.”
She tutted in disagreement. “No, they are… I cannot decide. Every time I think I have landed on an answer, such as grey or violet or even, yes, blue, the next time I see you I change my mind. But, Solas —” and she smiled and gently flicked his chin — “you did not answer my question.”
“I believe I did.”
“No!” she laughed, then sobered. “Does it… make you nervous when I stare?”
Solas’s gaze softened. The warmth of his broad hands swept up her sides, then came gently to rest at her waist. “I am an apostate mage at the mercy of this Inquisition and its impassioned, courageous Seeker. My compatriots would decry me as a fool to find I have been lured into your bed.”
“And?” she only half-teased.
He looked at her then as if he were cataloguing her face — every scar, every wrinkle, every sunspot — and committing it to memory. She felt laid bare, and suddenly understood why he would look away upon being studied so.
“I am a fool,” he murmured finally, “to allow doubt to creep into your heart. If I seem nervous, it is only because I cannot imagine what must be so fascinating.”
“Well, you are beautiful,” she blurted out without a thought. Her cheeks instantly flushed hot, and her hands snapped up to cover them. “No, that is not — oh Maker, I —”
For once, he did not interrupt her with words. He clasped her face, his hands over hers on her cheeks, and consumed her with a kiss.
They slipped, and Cassandra slid to the side to brace on her elbow. He kissed her back against the covers, twisting until he claimed his place atop her, and traced his deep kisses from her mouth along her jaw, down her neck, towards the shoulder he bared with a tug on her nightshirt.
“You,” he rasped, “are beautiful, Cassandra. Allow me to show you all the ways that I find that true.”
She giggled, delighted, as those warm hands rucked up her shirt and skated along her belly, then the undersides of her breasts. Before he managed to fill his hands with them, she reached over and snuffed out the bedside candle, casting them both into darkness.
happy one year anniversary to this post getting marked as "potentially mature content" and then never leaving content review when i appealed. tumblr's own default loading graphic is considered by their own tos "potentially sexual" it seems.
@support you got any explanations for how this post got flagged? or why it never got reviewed? or what mature content might potentially be happening? believe me i am ALL ears
it's 2026 and this post is officially no longer "potentially mature" and is just "mature". so: either tumblr's own default loading graphic is now confirmed to be explicitly sexual and pornographic
or the concept of a pride flag is considered to be inappropriate for 13 year olds.
happy pride 2026. here's a pride flag for when corporate interests of a site run by dogshit transphobes, handwringing pearlclutchers, and "powerless" "allies" tell you that pride and your gender is no one else's fucking business:
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