all together now :)
made all my terraria class-based characters match, they are staring at you menacingly
in order - ranger, mage, melee, summoner
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Ygo Oc time 👉🏻👉🏻
My girly Dessa who’s part salad plant in some way or another.
As always I have a lot of lore and backstory written down and
no idea how to share it without just releasing the whole document for people to read through like it’s the sunday newspaper.
So here’s about 10%
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ZevWarden Week 2023 - Day 1, Tradition and Trying New Things
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Tunas y Xoconostles :: 468 words
tags: antiva, antivan dalish, zevran arainai/male mahariel
Antiva's Drylands are less populated than its coastal cities, and not without reason; here the colors tan and gold overtake green, and the lush climate gives way to a vast expanse of arid landscape. Past all that stand the Hundred Pillars—aptly named for their imposing height—though from where he's standing, they are a mere smudge on the horizon.
But for all their extremes, Zevran has to admit the Drylands are no less beautiful. This evening in particular paints the sky in vibrant reds and oranges, and the world stretches out before him in a thousand colors.
It's all just as he remembers it.
The Antivan Dalish know the Drylands by heart, of course. But he never was one of them. Not really. Those weeks when he'd escaped the Crows in his youth were so brief, and the memories are so painfully tender, thinking of it feels like an old bruise. He doesn't want to dwell on that past.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to. It is a far better focus of his attention to see Hamal experience the Drylands for the first time.
The Warden stands in the midst of all this color, surveying his surroundings in awe. The landscape is so different from the Brecilian Forest, where he grew up; he hardly knows where to turn his focus. Zevran watches as with every few steps, Hamal finds something new to marvel at: an odd plant or a lizard or a curious rock. And though there are no ferns or mosses in sight, spirits walk here too (though none so fearsome as the wild sylvans in Ferelden, thank the Maker!).
At this rate they won't reach Brynnlaw for a week, but Zevran doesn't mind. He just smiles as Hamal draws up to a prickly pear cactus.
"Look at this plant! Incredible. And the little red bulbs on it… is this fruit?"
In response, Zevran quickly produces a dagger. "It is. But it has thorns. Allow me," he says.
Holding the fruit steady with one finger, he uses smooth, quick flicks of his blade to peel a prickly pear right on the cactus. Its juicy and bright red flesh leaves blood-like streaks on his skin as he tugs it free and hands it to Hamal.
"Mind the seeds," he says as Hamal delicately takes it in his fingers. "They're-"
"Elgar'nan!"
Too late.
"It is all seeds! They are so tough! Worse than a pomegranate," Hamal declares. He spits out the little round seeds and then looks at Zevran, unimpressed.
"You are actually supposed to swallow them." Zevran tries to hide a laugh, unsuccessfully. "They are good for you! Sweet and full of water. Do you like them?"
Hamal thinks about it, and at length he lets out a sigh. "This one might have to grow on me, vhenan."
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First art of 2024 aka me trying to get back into the swing of things
And getting back into the swing of things means drawing Them being a bastard--
Axel belongs to @hesfromsomewhere
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