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>> lbr no one in the current generation of the tabris family is Straight

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ONE. NAME / ALIAS. Mal. short for malachi. TWO. BIRTHDAY. may 30th. THREE. ZODIAC SIGN. gemini. FOUR. HEIGHT. 5′5″ FIVE. TIME. 8:06 PM SIX. SLEEP. too much or too little. no inbetween. SEVEN. FAVOURITE BOOKS. harry potter???? i’m not much of a reader where series or books leave impressions on me. EIGHT. FAVOURITE ARTISTS. shinedown, machine head... i can’t think of any actual drawing artists rn. NINE. LAST MOVIE I WATCHED. what’s eating gilbert grape? TEN. COLLEGE. i’m in high school rn but i hope to go to Rio Grande for a Chemistry Major and/or Ohio University and then eventual med school. ELEVEN. DREAM JOB. Neurologist TWELVE. THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. xavien’s from the alienage and is a warden. tadaaaaaaaaa.

#About the Mun #ooc #out of the alienage

Xavien is rather handy when it comes to housework. It’s simply his motivation, attention, and willingness that causes obstructions. Otherwise, he has been taught how to care for himself (and others) with very little. He can catch or scavenge for food (but fails when it comes to cooking,), mend clothes, make clothes if pressed, clean, repair houses, and typically find unique ways to use miscellaneous junk. He learns all of this best verbally or visually. He’s not the best at all of these things, but its enough to be able to survive and when it comes down to it, that’s all that matters.

#Headcanon

ponyvoros-blog

i may seem like an angry person on the surface but deep inside im actually angrier

#About Xavien #ahaha

sandcvstles

five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ”

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

#askbox meme #meme

ostracizedpoodle

I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions

#Musings #About Xavien #alcohol tw

alienageswarden

So, here you are

too foreign for home too foreign for here

never enough for both.

indie warden tabris

#Promo #Self-Promo #hhhh

illustrioxs-archive

Guard duty, why that of all things? Hawke felt himself hardly suited for the position of ‘guard’, not when there were bulking towers of pure muscles available just standing around doing nothing. Like Carver. Carver would have been a perfect match for it, freeing up his own time to go and do something more enjoyable. Just what that was fell a bit short — not many enjoyable things to do when prepared for a war — but Hawke was inventitive. He’d find something.

Except that he wouldn’t. Because he was on guard duty. Alone. They didn’t even have the decency to pair him up with someone, wasn’t that more dangerous? What good would it do to have a single guard stationed somewhere. It was near the edge of the forest, a Darkspawn could easily come and snatch him up and no one would known until nightfall came. Not that the same thing couldn’t easily happen in a pair, but the company would have been nice.

He became acutely aware of someone tailing him halfway to his post. Hawke didn’t let it show, his pace casual as he contemplated his next move. In the end he decided against direct confrontation, as far as he recalled he hadn’t made any enemies ( yet ) and they weren’t going to let shady characters go crawling about the main camp. Hopefully. Hawke increased his steps just a tiny amount, turned, then spotted his next route.

Hoisting himself into the tree was easy, even with the haphazard branches threatening to snap if he adjusted his weight wrong. Not a feat many could accomplished despite how simple he made it look. The new position gave him a better vantage point than before, though a few good hits to the rather pathetic tree would surely send him crashing to the ground if he didn’t move fast enough. He shifted his attention to his follower, 'An elf?’ Color him surprised, as far as he knew elves were supposed to be masters of stealth. Given this ones footsteps that wasn’t the case. Hawke snorted as he watched his very evident bafflement to where the rogue had gone, only to finally figure it out and end the show. Shame, Hawke had been enjoying himself.

“Do what?” He asked, head tipped as he rocked forward ever so slightly. “Oh, you mean get up here? That’s an easy one. I climbed. You do know what that is, don’t you? Or have you never climbed a tree before? Isn’t that, like, blasphemous to your people? A crime against nature lovers everywhere.” His jeering was a bit muted from the distance.

alienageswarden

Well then. The tip of the elf’s ears turned red at the insults, paying no mind to how petty they actually were. All Xavien knew and cared about is that the other’s words insulted him and his people, and thus caused his blood to boil. It coiled into a ball in his gut, and left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. The chance of anything in his reply being friendly was destroyed. Unbelievable, he thought. And to think that for once, he was going to try to be civil to a human. Should have known it was impossible, should have known it could never be. It comforted him to know he could blame it all on the other. His words, his fault.

The elf neared closer to the tree. Partly to try to increase the confrontation between then, but the other part was because he still had trouble hearing despite his sharper senses. Damn distance, damn humans. “I grew up in the city. Maybe you should shut up and quit making jokes about something you know shit about?” Why was he so angry about something so small? Normally, Xavien would be able to brush off things similar to this. Of course, he would cast disrespectful glares and mutter beneath his breath, but confrontation was rare. Used to be rare. Now, he had no fear. It was… it was just too soon after his “wedding”. Ignorance hurt his people, his family. It was hard to let these things slide without a reaction.

In the elf's fit of anger, calloused, muddy hands shot out to give a firm shake to the tree. It quivered at the movement, its maintained balance thrown off by the visitor in the branches and Xavien's brutish act. It still held position, but was now disturbed, and toppling over was a threat that no longer loomed in the distance.

Was he perhaps jealous that a human wielded grace better than he ever could? That he had the ability to chew up what was their stereotype and spit it back?

No, no. He was not jealous of a lowly-

"Shem!" Xavien insulted, his words echoing out to the moons. His teeth glinted in the cool night, and the hands on the tree's curled up into fists against the rough bark.

#illustrioxs #v; hero in the making

Xavien has mistakenly called and thought of Shianni as his sister instead of cousin, particularly when he was younger. While he finally consistently refers to her as his cousin, he still sees her more as a sister.

#Headcanon

alienageswarden

Like this if you want a starter/to plot!

#self-reblog #friendly reminder that i started fresh so if we had anything going that was collecting dust #i dropped it #but yeah i rlly. need to get more going on this account

Like this if you want a starter/to plot!

#Starter call #Plot call

endless-unfolding

you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.

Margaret Atwood, from “Speeches for Dr Frankenstein,” The Animals In That Country (Oxford University Press, 1968)

#Musings #>> this quote explains xavien's flaws p well......

mitski2020

#About Xavien #>> he tries to be the ''i don't give a fuck'' asshole he wants to be but there's a reason why he's so angry when shown disrespect #>> or disliked. or criticized tbh.

@illustrioxs

So, all he had to do was go into a forest and get some blood and dusty paper from Darkspawn. Easy enough, right? Except Xavien didn’t really know anything about Darkspawn, let alone fighting them... If anyone asked, he DID know what he was doing because technically, he didn’t not know what he was doing. It was just more difficult than what his smug smirk and boasts portrayed.

His solution was to ask about Darkspawn from someone who wouldn’t end up telling everyone that the newest Grey-Warden-to-be was a faker, and someone who would definitely not tell Duncan that he chose a poor candidate. This was why he currently trailed after a sentry guard, just rotated in. Looked nice enough. He heard him shout a few jokes earlier which already made Xavien feel a pull towards him. Tragically, a human but no elf was supposedly trusted to guard the camp at Ostagar. He would have to make do.

Xavien’s steps were as quiet as he could possibly have them be, which were easily trumped by the footsteps of the man he currently followed. How could he be so damn quiet? Where does all of that weight go? Not his feet, apparently. Ditching the unnecessary secrecy, he followed with more haste when the man rounded a corner and appeared out of sight. When the elf did the same, he expected to see him again, but his eyes only ended up gazing at the space where the guard should have been.

Confusion was evident when his body twisted in every direction, even made more blatant when he filled the void with a string of mumbled curses. It took him a minute to gain enough to sense to look up. In the tree a few feet away, sat the guard that had “disappeared” on top of a branch that seemed like it should have snapped beneath his weight. Every other branch below that one looked even more weak and feeble, but not even a single one had any signs of being snapped. The tree was obviously dying, if not already dead, and so was brittle. If this was supposed to remedy his confusion, it did so rather poorly, as the other’s placement only served to worsen his puzzlement. In fact, to the point where Xavien momentarily forgot his original purpose.