#dragon age fiona

[alistairssock]

Self care is making Maric and his whole polycule in Sims

[u6uuut6rfyjblog]

[lola1b]

"Enchanters! A time has come for battle lines. We will cut these knotted ties, And some may live and some may die."

First Dragon Age Fanart in a while. Not too happy with the result but I do like how Fiona looks.

Psst, you should join my server:

[thedreadfulwolf]

...so is it canon that Maric has a thing for elves?

[eobard-thawne]

FIONA IS ALISTAIR'S MOM???!!!??????!!!

[ealyblu]

She's a legend, she's an icon and she is the moment

[spainkitty]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Part 2 Chapter 2:

Then, there was lightning. Through the jagged spears of lightning, a diminutive form stood with a mutely gleaming staff wrapped in a single snake-like dragon.

A mage with short black hair and long, narrow ears clad in dark teal robes.

“Fiona!” Lanil shouted, ragged and hoarse.

The mage looked towards her for only a second. In the next second, energy burst around her body and knocked aside everyone near her. Snow sprayed through the air, and those that hadn’t been pushed or knocked prone flinched away from the stinging bits of ice and grit. Lanil didn’t so much as wait for the snow to resettle, instead running forward half blind.

Lightning. Fiona's using lightning?

Even as she thought it, Lanil saw another lash of lightning strike Madame du Fer. She stumbled just long enough for another Venatori mage to light Fire Mines under her feet. They exploded, catching Warden Blackwall at the same time, although he didn’t completely lose his footing. He focused on the Venatori converging on them, but Fiona hadn’t stopped. Her gaze had turned towards the Herald.

Lightning filled one hand and crackled along the strange staff she carried now. Lanil intimately knew the movements of the spells Fiona cast, knew exactly where to move to stay out of its range, but she couldn’t understand why. Fiona didn’t cast lightning. When she used Primal magic, she used ice, and sometimes stone. In the past, she’d told Lanil more than once that she preferred the precise control of ice and the obvious strength of stone more than she did fire or lightning, which tended to fight against its caster.

So why was she using lightning now?

As Sera leapt backwards out of sight, and Adaar left the trebuchet’s wheel to dodge the Venatori brute swinging at her only to get caught in Fiona’s spell along with several red templars and Venatori in the chain of lightning, Lanil knew:

It’s for me.

The thought jumped into her head out of nowhere. She raced forward, wheezing breaths clawing at her throat, chest squeezing painfully too tight. Adaar was too close, recovering faster than the others around her. She darted low and fast, hands glinting and sharp. A flurry of arrows distracted Fiona for a fatal second, her hand rising to make an Arcane Shield before the arrows could hit. As they clattered around her feet, and Sera landed on her knees, bow sagging in front of her, bleeding and panting harshly, Adaar leapt and raised her daggers high.

“NO!” Lanil shoved with all her mind, knocking Adaar so hard with pure force that Adaar was flung into a Venatori. Both were sent crashing to the ground. Sera spat curses, bow rising again, but Lanil had already thrown up her own Shield as her boots slid over snow and slick mud.

Fiona startled and turned. Mud splattered her robes’ hem, and something like fear or pain twisted her too pale and weary face. She lifted her staff, lightning sparking. Lanil blocked it, the gleaming, snowy white heartwood of her staff—Fiona’s staff—keeping the strange one out of the way.

The Litany fell from her mouth. Whispered and hoarse, desperate and furious. Fiona’s hand rose, stone materializing around her fist, arm pulling back. Lanil met her wide eyes, the pupils dilated to pinpricks, her mouth pulled into a grim line so taut and thin that her naturally brown skin was nearly white at the corners of her lips. Fiona was shaking, the stone glowing Fade-green encasing her fist and forearm, but Lanil didn’t stutter. Even as Fiona swung, her whole body heaving behind the incoming blow, Lanil didn’t look away.

White light burst around them. Fiona’s brown eyes flashed red.

Stone crumpled and fell, disintegrating before it reached the ground.

Instead of knuckles, cool, slender fingers cupped Lanil’s cheek.

“Mon petite tempête.”

[ishouldgay]

I do not know how much of Alistair’s backstory as it is written in DAO was meant to be a red herring (Knowing Dragon Age; none of it) and how much it was just plan retcon BUT they fumbled it so so incredibly hard.

Alistair has no idea he is half elven. He has no idea that his mother is a mage. He has been dreaming of family and belonging for his entire life and has placed a lot of love onto his mother— who he thought was a dead servant of his father, and that HAD to be part of the negative to neutral feelings he has towards his father and half brother.

Only for the truth to be that Fiona is a powerful mage who, even if she’d wanted too, was powerless to do anything other than give him up. As a mage she has no choice in the matter and even if she did claim him; he would be treated worse twice over for it due to her being a elven mage. She was a warden like he is, she knew Duncan and she can’t even tell him any of it.

Like. Alistair was treated terribly his entire childhood and Fiona not only has no idea but if she’d publicly tried to claim him it’s likely that he’d have been treated even worse. He would have never been in the running for the throne, even with everyone else dead (which he probably would have been more than fine with)

And what have we’ve seen about this absolutely tragic situation? Fucking nothin. Fiona can be in the same castle as her grandson and have no idea. Having the truth come out in DAI and having to deal with the political fallout would have been awesome is all I’m saying.

[deeplord]

idk i just be missing her

[aeide]

ok dragon age: the calling, which so far I like even less than the stolen throne, is somehow making inquisition more nonsensical in retrospect. you're telling me that grand enchanter "fuck the divine" fiona, who literally killed her way out of slavery, and whose greatest fear was being forced back into enslavement, decided to indenture herself and all the mages under her influence to a tevinter magistrate?

no I don't think so. redcliffe fiona is obviously another demon disguise and the real grand enchanter is out there blaspheming the dead divine and blasting her way through templars and sniping at the memory of wynne, thank you.

[alistairssock]

Went on a roll and wanted to make an older looking Alistair, ended up with making the Theirin bloodline, as well as resident emo boy Loghain, my son young Duncan and Katriel

[dalishious]

🙃 🙃 🙃

[lola1b]

WIP of Fiona. Cause she is the revolutionary, ya know. She did decide to end the circles. I just don't know what the fuck I'm doing on the left....

[wyllzel]

VARRIC: Andraste's ass. I'm trying to think of a single worse thing you could've done, and I've got nothing. ↳ IN HUSHED WHISPERS

[maleficore]

local Warden devastated that his boyfriend is not actually elf-blooded

(he doesn't know!!!! 🫢)

[abyssal-ilk]

bioware had to pit vivienne and fiona against each other and invent mage infighting between them because if they were allies they would be wayy too powerful