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GUESS WHO HAS CREATED ART?! ME! Four versions of it too, I couldn’t decide if I liked him with or without shirt and blush. SO YOU GET ALL OF THEM
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smolpocketsmonsters · 4 years
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I love the cute smirk I imagine Aether to have when he's being a tad cheeky
Aether does have a cute smirk, especially since their right cheek dimples while their left doesn’t 👀
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I'm sorry, this was supposed to be easy, wasnt it? Well not with Aether of all people apparently. ‘take it easy. you hit your head.’ ‘did i say you could get out of bed?’ ‘what happened to you?' ‘sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up.’ ‘you need stitches.’ ‘i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me?’ or ‘wake up! wake up!’ 8D for any character of yours
“Take it easy. You hit your head.”
Cyrus grit his teeth, struggling to sit up, releasing a gasp as the world swam around him.
“Did I say you could get out of bed?” Aether’s voice was an odd mixture of concerned and reprimanding. Cyrus had no idea how he did that. “You need stitches.”
“S… Stitches?” Cyrus went to reach up but Aether seemed to materialise in front of him, catching his wrist, shaking his head sternly.
“Don’t touch. I just cleaned it out and I don’t want to have to do it again.”
Huffing, Cyrus settled back, propped upright against the wall by a couple of hastily arranged pillows. Aether had already dragged over a stool, a tray bearing a needle, thread, alcohol, and some other kind of salve set up ominously beside him. Cyrus tried not to look at it.
“So…” Aether was in the process of daubing some of the salve onto his fingertips. “What happened to you?”
He gave an impotent shrug. “Fell over.”
“Uh huh.” The healer leaned forward, spreading the substance near the wound. There was an almost immediate cooling sensation, and soon Cyrus could see Aether was touching the area, but he couldn’t feel it. Good. He was expecting to just have to grit his teeth and bear it. “You know I don’t believe you,” Aether continued, green eyes flicking up to regard Cyrus for a moment before returning to the injury. “You’re in here too often to be falling over all the time.”
Cyrus just rolled his eyes. “Then stop asking, if you’re not going to believe me.”
The sound Aether could probably be translated to something along the lines of fair enough. On any other day, Cyrus imagined the healer would keep pressing him for details. But this time, he just got to work, stitching the wound closed with deft hands. It was just as well he was fast; by the final stitch feeling was beginning to return to the area. The salve was potent, but short-lived. 
“There.” Aether sat back, wiping the needle with alcohol-soaked cloth, assessing his handiwork from a distance. “That should help with the bleeding, but you might still have a concussion.”
Exhausted, Cyrus just grunted. “Great.”
“I want you to stay awake for a while, just to be safe. Can you do that for me?”
Glancing across, seeing Aether’s genuinely concerned expression, Cyrus just sighed. “Fine. I’ll… do that. You just tell me when I can pass the fuck out, yeah?”
Huffing out a quiet laugh, Aether proceeded to pack away his tools, rising from his stool. “I will.”
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ICONS
Spurred because of the wonderful @fun-sized-owl​ who uses icons in his RP’s
Aether
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Assan
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Blanche
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Erik
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Glandival
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Suledin
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Whistler
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More Icons to Come!
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Beautiful work of Aether and Dael by the marvelous @chimeowrical ! Think about commissioning them!
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Finally finished Aether's Fashion Base!
Anyone have any outfit suggestions?
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Maker here
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I made an Aether, kindly spurred by @kaaras-adaar
Tag yoself, just make sure to tag me if you do it, I wanna see your beautiful childrens
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I wanna give @hamstr a huge shoutout and colossal THANK YOU for these beautiful commissions of Aether, Shanedan, Erik, Ekzaan, and Loriel! Amazing work and yall should totes get commissions from them!
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Kidnapped from @kaaras-adaar
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Plz don't do the last one, he'll have an upset
TAG YO SELF JUST TAG ME SO I CAN SEE ❤
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Aether
Has his own OC blog
@aethereal-flame
Enjoy
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smolpocketsmonsters · 4 years
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47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? - Aether
Aether's the kind of person who even when he isn't the host, he practically hosts the party, he takes care of everyone and their needs, makes sure everyone is enjoying themselves. He'll enjoy the party in bare moments.
He loves formal wear and actually designs most of his own clothing.
As for enjoying parties, he finds them alright, fun in their own way, but when you grow up in a clan that entertains for a living, you enjoy the more somber quiet moments.
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smolpocketsmonsters · 5 years
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Maymay 1: ✓ for Aether about Spiridon. Maymay 2: how does Aether perceive him anyway. Maymay 3: There are three young plants in three plain-looking pots, each growing in a different soil. "My mother carried the ancestors of these from the Anderfels thirty five years ago, and I carried them across the Waking Sea when I left more valuable things behind. I snapped twigs off their branches before they were buried in Haven, and potted them again when I could. (1/2)
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Ya spoil me rotten, my dude
Meme1:Aether drew a breath to speak, and then hesitated before he let it out and smiled weakly to himself. Closing his eyes, he then gave a mild nod and then, he gave his answer. “Some may call this foolish of me, but what I find the most attractive about Spiridon is his honesty. It’s not sweetened to deceive, and he doesn’t mince words to inject what he wants to say into what he feels that he needs to say. If I am to be honest myself, I feel jealous of him for being the kind of person who can say things that way. It’s the sort of honesty I wish I had myself.”
Meme2:“The first time I met Spiridon was not the first time I had heard of him. The Lavellan clan which I was adopted into as their simple tradesmaster offered me little insight about him as a man, only that they had marked him for death for offenses none were willing to tell. Being able to meet him though, that made me question even more the clan’s reasons of casting this dark and miserable path upon him. He is not kind, no, but he is not cruel either. He is reliable when treated fairly, steady as the stones that the rains and winds beat upon, and mostly, he strikes me as someone who doesn’t want to be treated above or below anyone else. It’s men like him who help shape the world, not through great displays of power, manipulation, or money, but who are willing to do what needs to be done, to make decisions that need to be made, and to take responsibility for the consequences of these actions. He’s a good man. And I’m glad to have him, regardless of what the Lavellan clan has said.”
Meme3:Aether’s thoughtful pout was offset by the surprised raise of his blond brows as he read the letter that had accompanied these three potted plants. And slowly, a smile spread, one cheek dimpling as he gazed to his son, watching Da'elgara as he stretched out one fat little hand to tenderly stroke a leaf upon the closest pot to him. The Inquisitor leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his blond curls, “these are for you, da'len,” he told his little boy who looked up to him with eyes more gold than his father’s green, “why don’t we take these to the library? See what they’re called?” he suggested, always pleased to see the way Dael’s eyes lit up at the suggestion of going to the library, and quietly, excitedly, the two-year-old scrambled out of the chair. He watched his son walk carefully ahead of him, one pot securely embraced in tiny arms, the other two in his own, and then cast a glance out the window to where the battlements were being repaired, stone by stone, by the strong hands of a man more thoughtful than many believed.
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Why did Aether pick Mythal’s vallaslin?
Ohoho~ I’ve been waiting for this one~
Alright so, story time!
When Aether was really young, back in the Alerion clan, he was routinely bullied. The main reason he was bullied was because he was the halla keeper’s husband’s bastard son. That was the most prevalent poke at him, something he really couldn’t change. Other things he was antagonized over was because Aether was also a notorious tattle-tale, he’d go crying wolf the moment he found out someone was doing something remotely dangerous, and it’d often get the other person in trouble and then they’d take their anger out on him for telling. But he did it because he didn’t want them to get hurt. He wanted to protect them, even if they didn’t think they needed it. He wanted to keep everyone safe. Maybe that was ingrained into him by his mother, the master archer of the clan? Maybe it wasn’t. All he knew was that as he got older, he was among the best of the hunter apprentices despite being much younger than others who could match him. He had to live up to his mother’s standards after all. He had always admired Mythal, she was the All-Mother and Protector of the People. Deliverer of Justice. She was the best of the Creators, and he wanted to be someone that others could look up to like her. And as he grew stronger, and smarter, and more capable, he viewed his personal growth as an action by Mythal’s hand, as though she was guiding him to become better, to become worthy of doing things in her name. When his magic manifested at the age of 12, he was in shock. Terrified. The Keeper was his stepfather, a not kind man who Aether subtly hated and avoided whenever possible, a man that Aether thought was unworthy of the vallaslin of Elgar'nan on his face. He didn’t want to be a mage, a First or a Second, he didn’t want to have to bear the burden of the expectations of being a mage, but it seemed he had no choice. He had magic, which thankfully had manifested as healing and it was weak and peaceful and soft even when his emotions were out of control, and so he hid it, he hid it to avoid the responsibilities and hardship and having to deal with his asshole stepfather more than absolutely necessary until he was no longer an apprentice hunter to the clan. It took him over two years to reach the conclusion that Mythal had given him his magic. It was a gift. It was up to him to use it accordingly. He didn’t need to be a clan mage in order to do something in her name with it. And the day he earned his rite of passage to receive his vallaslin, he announced with back straight and determination in his voice that the All-Mother guided him. She protected him. She had gifted him with every tool he needed to succeed. And in her name, he would protect the People.
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I Pray For My People
I pray every day now.
Not for myself, but for my people.
Not just my people, the Dalish. Not just my people, the elves. Not just my people, the mages.
I pray for my people.
I pray for the men and women who carry the banners of the Inquisition, these humans and elves and dwarves and qunari, Dalish and Andrastian and Ancestors, Circle and Apostate.
I pray for these people who are going out into the world and fighting with my name on their lips. For the Herald. For the Inquisitor. For the Inquisition.
I pray for their sake.
For their safety.
I pray to the Creators, to Andraste and her Maker, to the Avvar Old Gods, to the Stone, that someone, anyone who might be listening will hear me and protect these people.
I am scared.
My advisors tell me to trust in the people of the Inquisition, the soldiers, spies, and diplomats that are working for me, and I do trust them, but I worry.
Someone, anyone, if you hear me, please shelter these people in the times that my reach is too far. Save your children from the evil I am forced to face. If I am to face this horror, I beg of you, please, let me suffer in their stead.
I will never want to stand at the back of this army on a pedestal while they fall to the arrows and swords of my enemies.
Please, let me stand before them so I might bear the blows in their stead.
Let me kneel as though in worship as I spend myself to the bottoms of my mana well so that I might mend their wounds and wash the blood from their dying lips, so that these people can look me in the eyes and know I did not wish this on their last breaths.
Because we are not a separate people any more.
They are my people.
And I am theirs.
I pray every day for my people.
-Inquisitor Aetherius Lavellan né Alerion
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9, 14 + 16 for Aether? (Inquisitor/Companion meme!)
9. Where in Skyhold would they be found?Aether would be located inside the infirmary area, at an apothecary table. The person closest to his location is Cassandra. When there’s a cutsceen available, he’ll be pacing between patients and crouching down to care for them.
14. What nickname does Varric give them?Pouts. Pouting seems to be his default expression.
16. What would the Fear Demon say to them in the Fade to try and discourage them?‘Ah, the Cardinal, fluttering about, making nests and abandoning the eggs. All those poor da'len you bloody with your hands as you try to keep them breathing. You lie to them. It’s all your fault.’“I still have to try, no matter how many ghosts I carry.”
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Aether Lavellan né Alerion
Bold what applies + tag mutuals to do the same in a new post
DEFENSIVENESS.
arms cross on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE.
hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
SUSPICION.
arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes
CONFIDENCE.
hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands/ baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo
INSECURITY & ANXIETY.
chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat  / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing /rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically
ANGER & FRUSTRATION.
short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
And tagging
@goblin-deity , @biserker-kadan , @raymurata , @lucifers-happy-corner , @riessene , @kaaras-adaar
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