#exiler

[creator-of-creativious]

So my friends discord sorry for being inactive suddenly the app is being a butthole to me -_-

Anyways

Have pretty boi

I had the sudden urge to draw my boi exiler with some of his true form in his human form so ah here

[shepcdr-archive]

new msg received @ private terminal —— @exiler subject: re: final fantasy vii remake prompts (open!)

sorry. didn't mean to wake you. - yasna :)

the clatter of metal against the tabletop rings throughout the entire deck, cutting so sharp through the silence that he wouldn't be surprised if garrus could hear it from the main battery. " wasn't sleeping, " comes mumbled from the mess. if shepard made an attempt to disguise the exhaustion in his words, it was a poor one; so is the way he turns his head towards her from his seat, perhaps to hide the upwards snap of his head at the sound of sudden movement nearby.

he came earlier to the mess hall with the intention of getting something in his stomach. he can't remember the last time he's exerted his biotics so entirely and out of such absolute necessity — nothing that novik told his squad while they were in the relative safety of the firefly could have equipped them for what exactly awaited them below on regis 3. he squints down at where his fork bounced across the tabletop and just out of reach, leaving behind it a path of food bits from the cold and mostly uneaten meal sat in front of him. evidently there hadn't been enough energy to get the third bite from the plate to his mouth before his eyes slid shut despite his every effort. ( for just a moment. but a moment was enough in the dark behind his eyelids, in a blackness adjacent to swarms. )

... to say nothing of how the biologist they extracted from the swarm itself must be holding up. ordinarily, they might have returned yasna ali to the firefly, sent a transmission to the nearest alliance outpost with their coordinates, and called it there — but this was no ordinary situation. the firefly was only barely functioning and its power likely too limited to provide any critical care needed. and dr chakwas has a large supply of medical resources, cerberus-funded, at her disposal; it seemed only right to make certain that ali was in good enough shape to weather the next few days in wait for alliance aid.

that she's up and moving about is a good sign. he studies her for a moment, at least the best that he can in the currently low light of the mess hall.

" how are you feeling — doctor...? " he's not sure if that title applies, but she'll have to forgive any gap in his memory. to say it's been a while since their last encounter would be an understatement.

[wineassassin]

"oh. hello." sebastian inelegantly maneuvers all six foot five of himself through the open window and pretends very poorly to be very normal about the act. he flashes @exiler a harmless smile, dusts himself off, and rights himself with a quick cough and a stand at attention. "forgot i gave you a key to my place. you must have just let yourself in when i didn't answer the door. how long were you knocking?" that's when, of course, sebastian remembers today's date — they had plans to spend some friendly catch-up time over a home-cooked meal. he lets out a sigh. "sorry about that, spock. it slipped my mind you were coming over today, and my work... well, you know the drill by now." his vague gesture with his hand tells the lengthy story his tongue doesn't want to tell. spock has heard it before. "since you're here, spock, let me make you dinner anyway? you came all this way and everything, and here i'm the piss-poor friend who forgot we made plans. i'll make it up to you."

[onlyhurtforaminute]

CONSTRUCT OF LETHE-THE CLOT

[creator-of-creativious]

Here some more art of the pretty boi

This art was made a wonderful artist on Instagram!!

Slightly suggestive but here

[creator-of-creativious]

@thatmultifandomartist made this

Look at the two lil gay goobers teehee

I wanna just violently shake these two lil dumb dumbs

Just raaaaah!!

[creator-of-creativious]

Aight ok damn!!

Here he is!!!

Meet Exiler alcer misery (old name was Exiler marangal buto)

He's a 121 year old thresh holder who works hard to help his people achieve the peace they seek with both yokia and humans

He's very much is a humble and kind person who looks out for people he cares for especially his brothers Ben and Dale (the three are triplets) . He works in the royal alchemist court hinted here

By cursed hands he got it because his abusive ex parents punished him for failing some alchemy work (aka they are a evil kingdom running half of the black market Exiler was the head leader of the alchemy district)

They forced him to plunge his hands into unstable alchemy that caused his entire skin on his hands to his elbow . Basaiclly he got amethyst skin that breaks like shattered glass. Yes he basaiclly has glass stabbing into his own flesh 24/7 . He got that when he was 21 Soo 100 fucking yrs he had this pain and he shoved that pain aside to continue on his days to succeed in bringing peace

Here some art of him

Clothes

No clothes

True form

Some of his famous spells he has

Oh and he's got a toxic ex fiance that wants him dead as hinted here