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Ayoo just to preempt the inevitable dumb takes we’re about to start seeing;

I am PRO-WOOL

I am PRO-LEATHER

I am PRO-BEES

Fuck the idea of replacing durable, sustainable animal products with cheap, flimsy plastic that doesn’t bio-degrade. Agave nectar and other artificial sweeteners are expensive, labor-intensive, and destroy the environment to be farmed.

Do not buy into pernicious marketing campaigns pushed by dickhead organizations trying to stay relevant, like PETA.

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Coral fungi

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I found a video about making a forever sims 4 save so i started one today and I’m excited

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Okok I am happy about the pretty portrait but now I wanna do some stuff that will maybe show off Alea as a character more. Which I always struggled with hah

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portrait of a herbalist

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IM KICKING MY FEEEEET GIGGLING

Wrote a late birthday drabble for my amazing friend @kurczakmarty

It is a sequel to this drabble I wrote years ago: https://www.tumblr.com/veirasurana/154498772016/x-mas-exchange-gift-for-shirrill-below-the-cut

Hope you like it! :)

She wondered if flowers in her hair was a little too on the nose.

She was the herbalist after all. This town was as small as a town could be. There really was only one of anything-- one blacksmith, one barkeep, one tailor. She wondered if the blacksmith wore heavy duty gloves on dates, just so everyone would know that yes, this is the blacksmith obsessing over a menu and looking like a nug stuck in a barrel.

Maybe that was just her though.

Alea didn’t even know why this place had a menu at all. Small town, no real opportunity for large numbers of patrons. They served soup. And lamb. That was about it.

She wondered if he would show. He had been rather taken aback by the whole thing. Even if he had flirted and joked about dates the entire time she’d known him... she wondered in horror if it had all been talk and he didn’t actually want to go on a date with her.

Anxiety spiked and she felt her hands start to sweat. It felt like a million eyes were on her, asking why she was even here. Wondering why she was wearing blue flowers in her hair, and why were her eyes so yellow? Weird, weird, weird wei-

“I did not know that the chowder would be so fascinating.”

She nearly fell out of her chair. There he was, her favourite Crow. Sitting across from her, an amused smirk colouring his eyes that, ironically, had lovely crow’s feet. She exhaled shakily. “I didn’t even hear you!”

He laughed. “All part of the job. I hope you have not been waiting too long.”

“N-no, not at all,” Alea lied. Or maybe not. Was thirty minutes a long time?

He leaned on a casual hand, staring at her blatantly. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Not too much?” she stammered, nervously plucking at a flower.

“Not at all.” He looked up. “Those flowers are especially gorgeous. They remind me of an Antivan flower I see in the wilds quite often.”

She suddenly felt so much more confident. “Oh, what are they called? I know a few Antivan flowers, but not a lot.”

His face blanked a little. “Er, couldn’t really say for sure. I’m afraid I don’t pay too much attention to flowers, unless, of course, they are poisonous.”

She took out a journal. “Hm, they look a little like these forget-me-not’s?” She flipped through a few pages. “Maybe your flower is a dropmore? They are blue with a white centre.”

He snapped his fingers. “That is it!”

“They are difficult to cultivate,” she continued, engrossed in her knowledge. “They often die prematurely.”

He shrugged. “Well, so do people. I would know.”

She covered up her giggle with a hand.

They ordered their food-- two orders of soup and lamb, respectively-- talking about very normal, day to day things. Such as the paralyzing effects of certain herbs and what they thought was the prettiest deadliest plant in the world.

After a few bites, she eyed him over. “You are feeling alright then? How is your pain?”

He posed, open armed. “Right as rain, thanks to you.”

He was lying. Those injuries wouldn’t heal that quickly. “Well, stop by the shop before you leave anyway. I’d like to do one more round of healing and whip up some poultices for you to take on your trip back home.”

“Your concern is touching, however, I promise I will be fine. I shall not intrude upon you further.”

Alea shook her head. “You are not intruding! I told you, I want to help.”

The Crow smiled, but it was not a happy smile. It was a mask of many things, things she couldn’t truly know for certain. Her imagination ran wild with what she thought being a Crow would be like, knowing she probably hadn’t a clue. He felt so close and confident. Skilled at the social cues that eluded her so easily. But at the same time...sometimes he felt completely empty.

They finished their meal with nothing further said about it. She hoped she hadn’t ruined the night entirely.

He offered his arm. Ah, it wasn’t over yet.

“Where to next,” she asked, hugging his arm lightly.

“There is a beautiful canopy out in your forest, perfect to watch the stars,” he replied, almost dreamily.

She nodded and smiled. “ I know of it.”

“Oh?” he teased, “I thought you never left your shop.”

She pushed him playfully. “I go there to gather herbs!”

“Alone?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then let me show you how fun it could be with another.”

The sun began to set as they trudged through uneven dirt, the path far more familiar to her then him. She showed him shortcuts well hidden by the brush, pointed out dangers to avoid, such as favourite places the bears liked to sleep.

The canvas of trees muted the world, a welcome respite from the voices of the town. Alea got along with the townsfolk well enough, in that she hadn’t been hunted or accused of being an apostate just yet. Still, the noise was deafening at times. This was the only place to go to get away from it all. She’d gotten very familiar with these trees over time.

Then they reached it-- an opening of the blanket of leaves. Far enough away from the lights of town to get a spectacular view of the stars. They twinkled brighter as the sun finally slept.

They found a nice spot to lay on their backs, mesmerized by the deep blue and black sight of the night sky. They didn’t speak for a long time, just drank in the wonder a view like this could muster.

“It’s breathtaking...” Alea whispered, almost to herself.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied. She turned to him, and saw that he wasn’t looking at the sky, but her.

Her pulse rose as he leaned in. She wasn’t sure why she was compelled to cover his mouth with a few fingers. Then, she knew. “I don’t kiss people whose names I don’t know.”

He chuckled, as if he heard that before. He took her hand gently. “That would be a foolish thing to know.”

“Why, because it would put me in danger?” She shook her head. “It’s an easier secret to keep than being a mage.”

He made a face that said “fair.” But he still turned away, staring back up at the sky. Then quiet, once more. If that was as far as it would go, then that was that. She would be sad, never knowing him. She wanted to be close to someone who had a secret that was just as heavy as hers,who had just as much to lose as her. There was a safety in that. But if he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, be vulnerable with her, it would be a terrible thing to force it.

She smiled sadly, loneliness creeping into-

“Zevran,” he said suddenly. “That is my name.”

Her mouth gaped as she turned to him. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. Something told her he was blushing, as she couldn’t see it in the dark.

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Thank you, Zevran.

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I’m happy whenever I get inspiration to work on Alea again since I love her so much!!!!!!!!

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I saw a picture of Rhea Ripley and I needed to draw karlach like dis!

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I’m really happy with that last portrait! I think looking at a shadow reference helped haha

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portrait of a herbalist

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no dragon age romance will ever compare to zevran arainai. he's bisexual. he was raised in a murder assassin torture cult after being raised in a brothel. he has a bunch of tattoos and even knows how to give them. he tries to murder you when you first meet him and then poses sexily afterwards. he says he's skilled at lockpicking and then never manages to pick a single lock in the entire game. he murdered his last lover after falsely believing that she betrayed the crows. he regularly slept with his marks before killing them to give them one last good night alive. when you ask him to have sex with you he says one liners like "arghhh pirate zevran reporting for duty!" he gets upset and broody when he realizes that he's in love with you after you ask him for more in your relationship. he proposes to you with an earring from a dead guy before he even tells you that he loves you. he's the only companion to almost completely stay with you after origins (besides the dlcs and parts of da2, he presumably stays with you the rest of your lives). if you die, he never gets into a relationship or has sex with anyone ever again. he constantly talks about you when he's away from you (da2). he calls the sword of the dead king of ferelden "sexy" and says that he "must have it". he's a devout andrastian. he loves being an assassin and doesn't feel bad about murdering people. you can have a threesome with him and a woman he used to sleep with and helped save from her abusive husband. he's slept with countless people and you're the first person that he's ever actually loved. he spends the rest of his life when he's not with you devoted to terrorizing the organization that abused him as a child (and adult) and killing of its leaders. when you tell him that you love him, he says that "he knows." he's blonde. and he's perfect in every way possible.

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I don't know if anyone remember her since I created her 10 years ago but! Alea Surana! My og warden :) I still love her lots

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shadowheart 🖤

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Can’t fall asleep because I’m thinking about a book about mushrooms I will get after my paycheck.

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x-mas exchange gift for @shirrill below the cut!

Czytaj dalej

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Thinking about Alea… love her so much I need to think about ways to utilize her better