Vivienne De Fer - Tumblr Posts
I think I know why you can´t take your followers to confront Solas ^^
(Comic inspired by this post: http://ymirr-art-blog.tumblr.com/post/129063527434/the-two-deceiving-fucks-i-remember-leaving-solas by ymirr-art-blog)
Those who can tap into the raw energy of the Fade and block the whispering temptations of demons are truly exceptional. When they turn that mental focus onto the field of war, they can be truly terrifying opponents. Rains of fire, walls of ice, or even the ability to heal allies make up a mage’s toolkit. Most employ considerable skills rendering foes not only weakened, but also vulnerable to physical attacks, setting up opportunities for their teammates to exploit.
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Unlike the Empress, we will not be charmed by your parlor tricks. DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION 2014, dev. BioWare
DA companions + flowers: Vivienne & Lillies
This is amazing and a few of these made me almost tear up! Thank you @norroendyrd for making my whole day! I love how you wrote these! If you do a fic like this, imma cry!
I was bored on my way to uni, so I decided to mull over some fake banter between Asala (the elf-blooded teenage daughter of one of my Qunari Inquisitors, Taashath Adaar) and the companions, should she tag along on missions.
***
Asala: So you’re like the Qunari-Qunari, are you? All right and proper?
Bull: [chuckles] Oh, I am seldom proper, kid. But yes, I follow the Qun.
Asala: You know, my Da’s not that different from you.
Bull: [grunts disapprovingly]
Asala: No, but you see: you’d think he’d be able to do anything he wants without you Bennies watching over him? Well, nah! With a face and horns like those, you can only be a merc, and nothing else! It’s like a role - only instead of the Qun, it’s assigned to you by humans, and you can never escape! You can’t be an artist, or a baker, or a tailor… Did you know that my Da is actually great at making lace? He…
Taashath: Asala!
Asala: Fine, fine… Shutting up.
Bull: [thoughtfully to himself] Bennies…
***
Cassandra: When I was your age, I had already spent many years training as a Seeker.
Asala: Is that why you are so uptight? Jealous that I get to have fun and you didn’t?
Cassandra: [disgusted noise] My point is that you could at least try learning to be more disciplined. Your father worries about you; it… it distracts him from his duties.
Asala: Yeah, well, so do you, but you don’t see me prattling to you about discipline, yeah?
Varric (if in party): Hah! Good retort, Braids!
Cassandra: I… I don’t know what you mean… How could I possibly…
Asala: Go discipline your cheekbones, Lady Seeker. They are too distracting.
***
Vivienne: If I were you, my dear, I’d spend less time around that Sera character.
Sera (if in party): She’s not a baby, yeah? She can pick whatever friends she likes, with no help from bossy bitches like you!
Vivienne: All those… unseemly pranks, races around the keep in the middle of the night - and you are picking up some of her mannerisms, too! That is quite unbecoming for the Inquisitor’s daughter.
Asala: But I swear I saw you smile when I did that thing to Cullen!
Vivienne: It was… mildly amusing, yes - but that is not my point, darling.
(If Sera is in party) Asala and Sera together: No breeches!
***
Asala: Hey, can I poke you for a moment?
Solas: Not in the literal sense, I hope?
Sera (if in party): Aww look, Master Egghead is still upset about the tadpoles in his mug!
Asala: No… I just thought you might look at this for me. It’s, um, a bracelet - but I can’t put it on cuz my wrists are too big, so I wear it on a chain like an amulet of sorts. It belonged to my mother.
Solas: It has… Elvhen writing on it.
Asala: Sure it does! My mother was an elf!
Sera (if in party): Eww, I knew you were part elfy, but I never figured you’d be hold-on-to-weird-junk sorta elfy!
Solas: And I suppose you want me to translate it for you? Very well. I shall examine it when we are in a quieter place.
***
Sera (if she was in party during the previous banter): Hey, ‘bout last time. I… I sorta take it back and all. You are all right, even with the elfy junk bits!
Taashath: You make it sound like she should be ashamed of her mother!
Sera: Whoah, don’t go all red-eyed on me!
Asala: Da, she didn’t mean anything by it.
Sera: Sure I did! I meant s'all good!
Taashath: Hmph. All the same, think before you talk next time.
Vivienne (if in party): Sometimes you are impossibly demanding, my dear.
***
Solas: That inscription on your mother’s bracelet - it is a prayer to Mythal. I translated the whole text and sent my notes up to your quarters.
Asala: Oh, thanks Egg… I mean Solas. After all these years, we’ll finally know what it means! Even my mother herself could only make out a couple of words. Right, Da?
Taashath: Yes. Most of the folks in Liliel’s alienage could barely read common, let alone the language of the ancient elves.
Solas: That is… Most unfortunate.
Sera (if in party): Ya know what’s unfortunate? Going this long without food! I think I’ll go shoot a ram or somethin’.
***
Asala: You know, Blackwall, the way you go on, I could make a sport of dangling off a cliff to see who runs faster to catch me, you or Da.
Taashath: Don’t even think about it!
Blackwall: Your safety is not a joking matter!
Asala: Ugh, why do you never loosen up around me? Is it something about my face? My voice? Me being taller than you?
Blackwall: You are the Inquisitor’s child. My first duty is to protect you.
Asala: This child is seven-bloody-teen years old, thank you very much.
Blackwall: I thought your father said you had only turned sixteen recently.
Asala: I’ll get back on that when you’re less boring.
***
Asala: Hey Bull, are there singers under the Qun? Or writers?
Bull: That what you wanna be, kid?
Asala: Yeah, kinda… But have you ever seen a Vashoth singer anywhere?
Bull: Can’t say I have. Unless you count drunken singing in taverns.
Asala: Do you think the Qunari Tama… things would have picked the right role for me? The role that matches what I wanna do with my life?
Taashath: Don’t put any ideas into her head, Bull!
Bull: Wasn’t going to, boss. Like I said, the Qun is not for everyone. That teenage rebellion thing your kid likes doing - probably wouldn’t end well.
***
Varric: These poems you write, Braids - they are pretty good.
Asala: Wow, really?
Varric: You actually make the words rhyme without making the whole thing seem like one of those grating kiddy songs.
Asala: Hah, I don’t suppose there are too many kiddy songs about gravestones and doomed lovers and such.
Taashath: About that… I could never get why you have to make all your stuff so dark!
Varric: She’s a teenager, Floofy. Writing dark poetry is part of her job description. But unlike some teenagers, she is actually good at it.
***
Cassandra: I… I happened to be passing by when Varric was looking at your last poem, and accidentally glanced over his shoulder.
Asala: Oh? So now you’re gonna tell me that poetry’s undisciplined too?
Cassandra: No, I just… Why did that woman’s husband have to die?
Asala: So she’d mourn him and break the reader’s heart?
Varric (if in party): Don’t bother, Braids. The Seeker only accepts happily-ever-afters.
Cassandra: That is… the most ludicrous reasoning I ever heard! Besides, she had plenty of opportunity to come to his aid in that battle! If she had flanked the enemies that he had engaged…
Asala: She isn’t based on you, you know. Because that would mean her hubby’s based on Da, and I can’t kill off my own father!
Cassandra: [disgusted noise]
***
Dorian: I hear you made quite a scene at the execution site.
Asala: Hah, I sure did! Shame you weren’t there to see it!
Dorian: I deemed drinking myself witless to be a far more pleasant pastime than watching your father cut off my former mentor’s head.
Taashath: Dorian, we’ve been over this.
Dorian: With you, yes. But not with the girl. She deserves a personal thank you for standing up to a certain valiant leader.
Asala: I am great at that. Years of practice.
(Some time later)
Dorian: I wonder… What exactly did you say to change his mind?
Asala: Well, Da ranted on and on about how your hooded friend turned me into a dead chunk of red lyrium in the bad future, and how hurt and angry he was. And I said, 'So now you know how he is feeling!’. And then Da made this droopy face he is making now and…
Taashath: Will you two please change the subject?
Dorian: Very well. Pray tell me, young Asala, what are your sentiments towards grapes?
***
Cole: Flowing, rhythmic patterns, cryptic but beautiful, how does he do it? You… You really like the way I talk?
Asala: Of course I do! It’s like you’re brimming over with poetry all the time!
Cole: I just try to sort through things I hear. It’s hard sometimes, when people are so solid and are hurting too loudly. I… may not make a lot of sense.
Asala: Hey, I don’t make a lot of sense either! We can start a club!
***
Blackwall: And then he said: but at least the turkey still has its tail!
Asala: Hah, finally! I knew you were not completely hopeless! What a great un-boring story!
Blackwall: It’s from my old army days.
Asala: Huh, I thought army humour would be dirtier.
Blackwall: It is. I had to censor it somewhat so your father wouldn’t kill me.
(Some time later)
Asala: What about Grey Warden humour? Is it dirty too?
Blackwall: Well… The thing is, by the time I joined the Wardens, I had lost some of my boyish penchant for amusing tales.
Asala: Too bad… Well, army humour it is, then! Do I get to hear the uncensored version when I turn eighteen?
Taashath: Asala!
***
(After the cutscene where Dorian tells Taashath that Felix died)
Dorian: It was you, wasn’t it?
Asala: Salt sprinkles on Josie’s chocolate? Yeah, it was me. But I only added a little!
Dorian: No, I mean that poem on Alexius’ desk. The one about the man who planted a tree and then, when it withered, remembered how he had sat in its shade? He told me about it this morning.
Asala: I have no idea what you’re talking about! Trees! Shade! I’d never write such sappy nonsense!
Dorian: You brought the man who almost destroyed the world to the verge of tears. That is quite an accomplishment, young lady - and I say that as an incredibly accomplished person myself.
***
Asala: So… You and Da - did you do the bnb thing or what?
Cassandra: Bnb? What manner of teenage jargon is this?
Asala: Oh, you know… Birds and bees.
Cassandra: Birds and… Oh! Oh, I see!
Taashath: Asala, leave the Lady Seeker alone!
Asala: Still Lady Seeker, huh? So I guess you didn’t do it… What’s stopping you? I mean, you have the hots for each other - it’s sooo obvious!
Taashath: Asala, stop this - or so help me, when we return to Skyhold, you’re grounded!
***
Cole: Woke up from a nightmare again. Demons, calling, clawing, constricting; Uldred’s eyes, bottomlessly black, suddenly not two but a dozen; Meredith bathed in crimson. And then - soft, soothing, shimmering, rainbows dancing over his bed. It had been so long since he started the morning with a smile.
Taashath: What are you talking about, Cole?
Asala: We put shards of coloured glass into the holes in Cullen’s ceiling. Now they both protect him from the rain and give off pretty light!
Taashath: Wait, have you been climbing the roof?
Cole: She didn’t fall. She didn’t die. Today is another day when she didn’t die.
Asala: Yeah… Thanks for this cheery thought, Cole.
Cole: It wasn’t me. It was your father.
***
Dorian: The books I ordered from Tevinter have finally arrived.
Asala: Does this mean you’ll give me a lesson tonight?
Dorian: Of course. You already have those Orlesian volumes, don’t you? Southern historians are biased against Tevinter; our historians are biased against the rest of the world… It will be educational to pit them against one another.
Asala: And fun!
Taashath: Wait, did my daughter just call learning fun?
Dorian: Why the tone of surprise? What did you try to teach her?
Taashath: How to run a merc company.
Dorian: Well, there you have it!
***
Asala: Um, Cassandra… If you hesitate about Da because of me - please don’t.
Cassandra: Because of you?
Asala: Yeah, like… If you worry that I’ll hate you for stealing him and replacing my mother and all.
Cassandra: Nothing could be further from my mind! Even if my relationship with the Inquisitor wasn’t strictly professional!
Asala: Well, in case it ever stops being 'strictly professional’ - I don’t even remember my mother. Da raised me alone. And I actually think it’d be good for him to have someone in his life. Take care of the stupid old fella and all.
Taashath: I heard that!
***
(After Taashath saves the Chargers)
Asala: Hey, Bull… Don’t look so glum! Remember that time you said the Qun isn’t for everyone? Maybe it wasn’t for you too. It just took you this long to figure out.
Bull: Hmph. And what do you suppose is for me then?
Asala: Maryden put some of my poems to music. She’ll be singing them tonight at the tavern. Krem will come, and the other Chargers. I think if you come too, you’ll understand what is for you.
Bull: Huh, I think you spend too much time round Cole. That cryptic shit is beginning to rub off.
Taashath: Bull, what did I tell you?
Bull: Oh, right, boss - don’t swear in front of the kid! Fuck, I’m sorry!
***
(After Revelations)
Asala: You know, it’s kinda funny.
Blackwall: What is?
Asala: I heard stories about the Grey Wardens plenty of times when I was a kid, with the Blight having recently ended and all. And when I met you, you were just like I imagined the Grey Wardens should be.
Blackwall: And now… I have disappointed you.
Asala: What? No! The Grey Wardens are gonna disappoint me from now on, if they don’t pull off all this amazing noble-warrior-atoning-for-his-past stuff!
Blackwall: You… You don’t know the whole story, do you?
Asala: I know enough to believe that you deserve sticking around with our Inquisition. And you can always tell me the uncensored version when I am eighteen, right?
***
Cassandra: Are you feeling better now? Have you asked Vivienne for a potion?
(If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: She has indeed, my dear. But such things are generally not discussed in public.
(Otherwise) Asala: Sure! But do we… do we have to discuss my darkspawn week in front of everyone?
Cassandra: I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
Asala: Aww, thanks, mom.
Cassandra: You do not have to call me ’m'am’.
Asala: I wasn’t.
***
(After Last Resort of Good Men)
Asala: Damn, Dorian.
Dorian: Was that expletive a sign of admiration for my good looks?
Asala: I mean… My Da yells at me sometimes, and tries to punish me when I mess up… And this makes me think that he is the meanest person in the world… But it’s nothing like what you went through, is it?
Dorian: Oh, there were plenty of temper tantrums on my part too.
Asala: And for good reason! Me, I’m just a selfish teenager who wants attention - but you… You are amazing and you deserve better!
Dorian: You are not exactly worthless yourself, young lady.
***
(After Bring Me the Heart of Snow White)
Vivienne: Bastien’s family shall be holding a musical salon as a tribute to both himself and his wife. I would very much like it if you attended, my dear.
Asala: Whaa- ? Really?
Vivienne: If your father gives you permission, of course. You have such a wonderful singing voice; it is wasted in the courtyards and bath houses of Skyhold.
Asala: But… Won’t they be scared of me being… me? Unless you give me a mask to wear, I suppose.
Vivienne: It will be a half-face mask only; otherwise how would you sing?
Asala: Oh.
Vivienne: Being who you are ought to be a source of strength, not weakness. Always remember that, darling.
!!!!!
A very quick study of John Singer Sargent’s “Portrait of Madame X,” except with Vivienne. Because, you know- fandom trash.
Madame de Fer
drew some viv holding some orb thing or a rly big orange, idk your call ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ