#exiledaltus

[the-iron-fucking-bull-blog]

Dragon Age: The Iron Bull, FF7: Vincent or Barret

Nope actually! I do adore all of those characters though. Bull and vincent are close ones!

1. The Borgias2. Assassin’s Creed series3. Dragon Age4. The Walking Dead5. Harry Potter6. Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood7. Doctor Who8. Hellsing Ultimate9. Final Fantasy 710. Bleach

[wildmageling-archived]

[OC questions] 8, 33, 48

Super detailed questions about your OCs ~ Accepting

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

No pets, exactly, but Birdie did have a horse when he lived with his people in the South. Now, a horse would slow him down since he mostly travel by wing.

Saying Birdie “likes” animals is... untrue. He respects them, admires them too, but he has a pragmatic attitude to it all. He may like individual animals, of course.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Actually Birdie wears underwear, usually between his skin and the wool “pajamas” that cover him neck to ankle. They are cotton stuff, very simple and easy to clean.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

No. Birdie emphatically doesn’t enjoy parties. It is, I think, the only thing mun and muse have in common. Birdie dislikes loud noises and confusion. He has enjoyed some Chasind’s festivities, but these are less like parties and more like “Christmas”, so to speak. A lot of strangers making loud noises and doing stuff? Nope. And dragging Birdie somewhere is simply impossible. He doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t go.

[ostwickjoker]

-smiles innocently from across the room, trying not to snortle at the sight of sleepy Dom covered in paper-balls- Rise and shine, Sleeping beauty! Had a pleasant dream?

[squints at the mage drowsily and then smirks] Oh, yes. An astonishing one in which a dashing Tevinter magister threw paper balls at me for fifteen-- oh, Maker’s breath, look! My dream came true. [hurls one of the paper balls back in Dorian’s direction]

[ostwickjoker]

-waits until Dom is asleep again and then starts tossing small paper-balls at Dom's face snickering- (Yes Dorian. Very mature. Such manner. So adult.)

Mmph-- [snaps more fully awake and looks around blearily] What the hell...

[ostwickjoker]

-casually strolls past Dom and ruffles up Dom's hair in the passing-

[sprawled in the corner of the library, halfway through researching a book on the elven runes they saw in the Emprise, and now dead to the world, asleep in his chair]

[stirs slightly at the unexpected touch, eyes open to vague slits] Hnnn...wha’?

[the-iron-fucking-bull-blog]

More Than A Snack (closed: Incubus AU)

@exiledaltus

It was a common occurrence for The Bull to be awake in the night. Sometimes sleep just wasn’t attainable, nor desirable. Mostly it was no big deal. Other times he had to hike into the mountains to hunt or hit something to get the tension out of his body. Thankfully tonight was not one of those nights, despite awakening from a common nightmare. 

The sweats was the easy part. The hard part was realizing he either had to sleep more or get up right that minute. In such late (or early, depending on how one looked at it) hours, there were few places that The Bull could go within Skyhold without disturbing someone. The Tavern would be long closed and any training would disturb the nearby barracks. What was fairly open to use in the night time was the kitchen. There were still soldiers on the night shifts to feed and so the hearth was always glowing with gentle embers through the night. The Bull had made a habit of going in there when he didn’t see sleeping as an option and just making something sweet. Tonight, the kitchen would be his destination.

The spring evening brought a chill that didn’t bite at the body, but did remind you that it wasn’t quite summer yet. It barely bothered his thick skin, his mind distracted while he trudged up the stairs toward the kitchen door where light was peaking from underneath it.

[thenerasamahl-blog]

Edelweiss had just finished tending to the gardens in Skyhold (If it weren’t obvious with his dirty, sweaty appearance). Walking up the stairs of the mage’s tower, he exhaled roughly. Too much at the moment. He hadn’t even been in Skyhold for a week yet and he’s ready to just sleep for ten days straight. 

His intention was to head to Leliana to see if she had any new news about yet another traitor within the many followers. Something stopped him though, a book about herbs. More or so about elfroot. The elf wasn’t much of a gardener or herbalist out of just making things look pretty in the gardens, so this was a bit of a curiosity he had. Maybe he could actually learn a few things more than just “See something move? Stab it.” type of stuff he’s used to.

Edelweiss walked over, grabbing the book from the book shelf. Oh man, Dorian wasn’t in his seat... Maybe he could grab it for a moment while Dorian wasn’t there. Moving to the seat he just kind of grinned, kicking his feet back. “Look, I’m Dorian Pavus... I have book standards, I only read the highest of quality books.” The elf said in a horrible horrible accent, a smirk on his face to himself. He was quite literally talking to himself. Or at least he thought. Rubbing his invisible mustache between two fingers he just grinned before opening the book.

[alexiusgereon-blog]

@exiledaltus​ liked for a starter.

Alexius held a pile of papers in his hands, making his way toward where Dorian’s nook was. He leaned on the wall near the young altus, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dorian,” he said, “would you like to explain to me what this is?”