#askthedraconologiststuff

[altus-dracona-blog]

@ask-the-draconologist-stuff

How long had he been asleep here, slumped over a desk in the corner of Skyhold? Panahasi groaned, rubbing his face where some beautiful bags were making home beneath his eyes. The Tevinter Altus stood and began collecting his books, stashing them in the leather bag usually slung over his shoulder. He had promised Frederic lunch and a session of catching up with one another and now he was almost certain he was late.

His boots echoed in the halls as he hurried along, running his fingers through his hair in attempt to tame any errant strands. He cut through the kitchen, offering his charming smile to the staff, and quickly entered the tavern, plopping into a chair before the Orlesian and sighing heavily, "Sorry, sorry, I got caught up in some research." He murmured, unaware of the blotch of ink marring his jawline.

[altus-dracona-blog]

1. 2. 5. And 15. For valentines question meme

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

A crush? I can’t be certain. There are many people I find attractive - Altus Pavus, that Aclassi fellow, Curly Haired Commander, that stunning dragon woman - Sweet Maker, Frederic have you seen a dragon turn into a woman? It’s amazing!

2: Have you ever been deeply in love?

I can’t say that I have, not with a person at least. I have been deeply in love with concepts, artwork, my own work, and the beasts I study, but never people.

5: How is your relationship with your ex?

My ex? I’ve never truly been in a committed relationship.. So perhaps I could talk about that sweet girl my family tried to arrange a marriage with. She really was darling.. lucky for the two of us we were both of the homosexual persuasion, or similar. I’ve heard she and her partner are expecting to adopt a child soon.

15: Do you believe in the phrase “age is just a number”?

Every situation is different, it is hard to judge the statement without a scenario in mind. To some, they need the guidance someone older can provide and others desire a reminder of more youthful times. As long as no one is being hurt or is in any danger, I simply don’t see a problem with age differences.

[silfrfjodr]

@ask-the-draconologist-stuff

•  5: Firm Kiss It was seldom when their arguments became heated, most of the time ending in jests, abusing of the other’s abashedness and demeanour. But this time was different. She could not possibly copmrehend the man, stumbly by his nature to go and try his luck without any help with the enormous beast that did not at all seem close to docile, it was sheer luck he survived. – I’m not about to allow you to kill yourself while I watch, whatever were you thinking? – There was no consolation in the sudden freight caused shouting at him, nor were there any words that would have her stop. Frederic however had his limitations, neverending with the explanation and possibilities, the elf could not see them at all in full reason. Both being fed up it was not clear who started it. Lips crashed with rushed adrenaline and he was pressed against the wall. There was no softness, no brushes, mere raw emotion. When Tyyne parted she was breathing heavy. – Imbecile.

[unliikelyscholar]

（・□・；）

Headcanons list!

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

The vast, endless sky. Being overtly rude, unless you have a good reason. Horses. Animals that are bigger than her. A lot of animals that are smaller than her. Swimming, riding, being up high places, being out in the open, being surrounded by a lot of people all at once…. yeah, Dagna’s got some fears. At the same time, a lot of stuff that makes other people uncomfortable - going into the Deep Roads, working with the Tranquil, travelling on your own for a long period of time - those she is perfectly comfortable with. But dropping into the sky seems like a viable problem, even after ten+ years of it not happening (yet).

[unliikelyscholar]

ask-the-draconologist-stuff replied to your post: dagna invents the office chair and the entire...

Think of the sound to come out of skyhold as everyone collectively uses them to swivel

literally everyone would get so into it, i believe that wholeheartedly, even like cassandra and blackwall and cullen, goddamn madame de fer would be using her magic to propel herself forward going at mach 5 speed, leaving everyone else in the dust

also now i’m picturing all the ones that get, like, motion sickness from the swivelling. the pukequisition. NO EW

[unliikelyscholar]

Sleepy headcanon, cooking headcanon, rabdom headcanon.

headcanons galore

She sleeps deeply, like all dwarves do, but she sleeps only little. There is too much to do, too much to see, for her to waste it with her eyes shut, her mind far away - she doesn’t even get to visit the Fade when she sleeps. It is a waste of her time: she can sleep when she’s dead.

Cooking is a kind of science, and Dagna loves all kinds of science. She can cook for herself, good enough to eat, but she is no master chef: she is willing to learn. She has managed to set potatoes on fire, though. She is a little too happy with the ‘experimental’ side of things.

She once cooked and ate a giant spider that attacked her. Look, she hadn’t eaten in days, and had spent all her energy slaying the thing. It tasted alright. A bit like chicken.

[silfrfjodrs]

ask-the-draconologist-stuff

He was grateful the woman had found him out in the Approach and even more grateful she could handle a weapon. She was nothing short of salvation, protection, and kind enough to keep him around despite his injuries. Even as night fell she didn’t leave, something that left him relieved, but even with the elf around he felt vulnerable. Though they did end up sharing a bed roll he felt like he was over stepping his boundaries by keeping close. It was comforting, however, and put him at enough ease to drift off.

But he awoke with a start, the haze of sleep fading as he realized this wasn’t a dream. Confusion then set in, if only for a moment, as he was hushed and commanded. He didn’t protest her actions nor language, nor did he comply immediately.

There was a pause for breath, hand sliding along the curve of her hip before he rolled his own, easing into her warmth.

Shame would have washed through her, were there any left of propriety within morning’s daze, the neediness, the firmness of her request, demand, order rather, when it came from her lips. And still she laid at the mercy of their hazed minds, of the man’s unquestioning response, delicious, warm and eager.

A sigh left the elf’s lips, while there was a pull on his hips, a roll, a thrust, a direct of hands under her tunic, she controlled him as she would her own limbs, an empty vessel the faceless figure nights of lonelyness and need brought upon her mind, one materialised within this shem of all people.

And Tyyne moved nevertheless, giving into the slick slip of his cock into her, the pressure it pressed against her walls, wanting, needing more, more. - Yes. - It slipped, an urge for him not to stop. - Harder. 

[felsbells]

‘what?!’ *cackles into the sun*

Felras didn’t waste any time. The moment Frederic stepped through the door he placed his hands on the researcher’s shoulders and pushed until his back hit the wall. Slim fingers, normally steady and sure, fumbled about as he set about removing the complicated layers that Frederic wore. As his hands worked, Fel’s head rested against Frederic’s shoulder. “Stop talking before I lose my nerve.”

Much to the mage’s embarrassment, he found that intelligence was indeed a turn-on.