#vivianne

[s1mpid10t]

So funny things I found out while playing Dragon Age Inquisition

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS

• If you piss off Solas enough (like REALLY piss him off) then you get the option to punch him in the face

• Solas is a "sweet talker" as our character calls him in the path of romancing him

• He does end up breaking up with you though so ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

• Also he has a turtle shaped tea pot

• Sera is a lesbian who will literally bark for a qunari woman (but also finds herself attracted to Iron Bull making her question things)

• Speaking of Sera, she doesn't like elves since she was raised by humans, so if you ask her how she feels about Solas she'll say he's "too elfy"

• Cassandra likes cheesy romance

• Iron Bull is very oblivious (you can ask him to fuck you, he will do it, and still think y'all are just friends)

• He also makes a lot of jokes (in the scene where people walk in on him naked he says "actually ___'s the one who's been taking it")

• Vivienne is married and even though you can flirt with her you can't romance her

• Varric named his crossbow after the woman he loves (also he's a famous writer which you find out through Josephine)

• Cullen in the hook up scene literally takes you ON A TABLE

[pronglesart]

Hello everyone! This weekend marks a very special update for Ingress Adventuring Company: the comic's 7th anniversary!

In celebration, I put together some character playlists that are available on spotify.

I had a lot of fun putting this all together, you can check out the entire update through the link below.

[jtownraindancer]

leave my phone alone to take my meds only to come back to whatever-the-fuck my cat just did to my gif

[lucildesrosiers]

Just some random cyberpunk characters that I made.

First 2: Valerie Ashter

Next Two: Vivianne Moore

Last: Vaughn Herrera (Bored corpo lol)

[antifa-anders]

I love youuu

[wipbigbang]

WIP Big Bang 2023 Round Starting April 1st!

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[delianxapollo]

@seeingvivianne​ Location: Dahlia House

Delian had been so polite, it was sickening. He’d waited at the door, allowed himself to be escorted inside, told them that Vivianne was desperate to see him, she’d called him nonstop for days, an entire thing that he clearly thought was the truth – though whether or not that was Vivianne was up in the air. Either way, he leaned back in the chair, propping his feet up as he waited for his little oracle to enter the veranda. He’d gotten a little dressed up for the occasion, he knew they liked to see their gods look good and all, “Vivianne,” he crooned, leaning his head back, “We have loads to catch up on.”

[athenswrites]

Knight of Dawn: The Prologue [Not Your Typical Fairytale]

TW: Runaways. Content below the cut!

After years of watching sunset after sunset through the tiny window of his room, it was relieving to see the start of a new day. Through the winter-barren trees, the sun shone golden, lighting the forest in the prettiest glow. He stood by the big oak they’d agreed to meet at, just a mere half mile from the Hill. Shifting his bag onto his other shoulder, and readjusting the sling around his chest, he waited anxiously for Vivianne. She’d insisted she could get out alone; he could take the baby instead. 

After a few anxious moments, she appeared from behind some trees, running and out of breath. As she approached him, she slowed, looking at him worriedly. Despite being so young, she looked like she’d seen the same horrors as him. 

“Did he see you?” Jackie bent down a little, cupping the side of her face with one hand and using the other to keep the young child in the sling. 

“I was careful like you told me to be. Do you think he’s going to try and follow us?” Vivianne asked.

“Likely. We need to get moving. I promise you’ll be safe. I won’t let him hurt you ever again.” He brushed the curls out of her eyes, before taking her tiny hand in his own. The baby in the sling began to stir, whimpering at the cold. Vivianne peeked at the child, curious and concerned. 

“Are you going to keep her safe too?”

“Both of you. He’ll have to go through me first. We need to go, Vivianne.”

She looked back behind her one more time, towards the Hill, the only home she had ever known, before he gently pulled her along, guiding her through the empty woods. The groans and growls of the plague victims sounded from all around, but they kept quiet, moving quickly through the damp forest, towards the road in the distance. Every breath of theirs hung in the cold winter air.

For hours, they trekked along the old interstate route, heading south. The old pavement, cracked and worn beneath their feet, was their guide, their yellow brick road. After a while, he could finally see the skyline of the Zone, of Atlanta, barely peeking over the trees. At the Perimeter, they could see the deterrent fences and the queue, thousands of people lined up, trying to enter the city, trying to get to safety. He pulled Vivianna out of the way as a bus whizzed past them, which came screeching to a halt, releasing another flood of people towards the gate. The sun hung low on the horizon.

Adele was inside. So was Charoen. They’d be safe with them, they had to be. They had promised. He wouldn’t dare come into the city with Adele still alive. 

As they approached the end of the queue, Vivianne held tight to his hand. 

“I’m scared.” She whispered, burying her face into his side, and he squeezed her hand, glancing around anxiously.

“I know, I am too.”

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[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne​ location: Dahlia Gardens notes: checking in

The peace talks were necessary, Michael was glad to hear that they’d gone on with little incident. Octavian’s appearance remained... Concerning, but the seraphim kept this thought guarded and to himself. Rome was in a state of at least momentary peace, whatever the Asphodel were planning next needed to be circumvented, the Otherworld was weeping, and Michael hoped that Vivianne’s oracular abilities might have distilled something of what they were planning. Beyond that, he had other reasons for visiting her as well. Things had... Transpired between them, then in the morning she’d been gone without a word. Michael wasn’t offended, he just hoped he hadn’t inadvertently injured the mortal woman. 

An adept welcomed him in, expressed some gratitude for what he’d done the night of the wedding and Michael offered a nod in return. The seraphim wasn’t without his reasons and praise had never settled well on his ego, it felt natural, as if the angel had earned it by virtue of creation. Vivianne’s home was more still than he felt she would have liked it, emptier, as he understood it many from her coven still remained in hiding. Tuscany, as she’d told him. 

Directed towards the gardens by her adept, Michael found her there, sketchbook in hand as the sun fell from above. A greenhouse looked out to it and within he sensed the oppressive power of a demon, whose eyes met his own before the creature returned to whatever alchemical task he seemed to be working on. Light framed her hair, her features, and something in the seraphim stilled for a moment before her eyes met his own. Michael rarely minced his words and though he was short on them, he was never at a loss, but for the briefest moment the aspect found himself tongue-tied before he managed to barrel forward. “I heard you were able to come to an agreement with the fey and the lycans.” 

[virgilmoretti]

@senatusstarters location: Ivy Coven's Tower notes: open to Kaan, Viv, and Hazal (we'll just say they're all there but I don't wanna do a 4-way thread)

“There’s a lot of value to what Hazal said, bring the necromancers here, fight them on our own terms. On our turf. They're stronger in the Otherworld, it'd be a mistake to try to take them on there.” It put Rome in danger, but it gave them an advantage, Kaan would be preoccupied, Virgil knew that much. Good for him. “I modified the Amaranthus’ witch’s mark,” the Ivy’s resources were extensive, and like the Amaranthus they were highly skilled in hunting and putting down witches. “As it stands spreading my own mark requires physical contact, but we can enchant a given space to bind the power of those within.” A mass conjuring would take time and magic, but covens from across the globe were flocking to Rome, “we bring them here, seal their magic, and strip them of their power.” It would require someone in necromanteion to draw the runes, it was a principle of conjuration. He'd suggest they execute them from there, but Vivianne had already been vocal on her feelings about all that. Out of respect he didn't press it any further, but still, a witch without magic was still a threat.

[phantom-of-the-booty]

Do you like my new hair?

Blog model:

Vivianne

[alastormanifest]

@seeingvivianne​ location: Dahlia House, Vivianne’s Office notes: only love can hurt like this

For as many who’d left for Tuscany, just as many had stayed behind to fight the good fight. To throw themselves what was to come, wayways witches from across the city moved towards the Dahlia as well: a beacon, refuge, and standing ground for those who did not want to fight on their own. Or those who could not fight but would lend their talents to the cause elsewhere. Alastor had stood by Vivianne when she was under Silas’ thumb, had been there - proud - when she put him in the ground. Three decades was no small thing, even for a familiar and their witch. There were fewer nights now that he slept curled at her feet, less days spent in the greenhouse tending to his plants or his lab. The kids he’d helped raise that had grown into adepts had thumbs just as green as his, much to his chagrin, and his pride. 

So many years he’d been a creature of only one shape, a demon of wrath that burned and scorned and basked in the suffering of others. Pain was still a point of particular interest for him, but there was more to this world than anguish - there was also love. Joy. Friendship, and parenthood. The Dahlia had filled him with each, their mark emblazoned on his forearm like any witch here. Hellfire could never be cold, it scorched, but Vivianne showed him that it could also be warm. 

“I need you to do something for me,” Alastor said as he sat across from the woman who was more than oracle or sovereign to him but friend and platonic soulmate all wrapped into one. There was a part of him that felt as though he was failing her, as if he was somehow letting her down. But no matter what happened it would always be them, he would always answer when she called, Alastor hoped she understood that. “I need you to look into my future and tell me what you see.” 

[pronglesart]

i don't think i ever posted these little character profiles anywhere, and i think these are SO cute

all of these are characters from my webcomic, Ingress Adventuring Company

[jtownraindancer]

The only good thing about being stuck at home with Covid is the overabundance of kitty cuddles

[merylame]

when Vivi is unpacking at her dad's house while Jude is listing all the stuff his sister brought from the mortal world and see that in the bags are a pot of dulce de leche. ah, my country

[archangelsunited]

The thing about Anders in Dragon Age is that you think it is a nice fantasy horror story until you grow up and discover it could actually really happen to you and then suddenly Circle supporters seem like assholes.