#wrenbee

[ladylike-foxes]

It was my bestie @wrenbee’s birthday yesterday, so I drew our Fairy Wives, Maple and Jewel, because Jewel is only person who loves her wife as much as I love mine ❤️😭

[thevikingwoman]

Sleepover!! You got plants on my mind 😂 what are some of Iwyn’s favorite plants??

hmm hmmm ... thanks for the ask :)

She is not a herbalist like her mother, but she does like growing things. I think she likes green plants better than growing flowers. I always imagine her having lots of potted plants, especially in a modern AU. 

I think likes plants that grow and spead, like Pothos plants? She’d also like succulents. 

her favorite tree is Birch tress. 

[galadrieljones]

Sleepover weekend art question! What are some of your favorite things to draw/paint??

Hey wren!! Ah, how are you?

I think my favorite things to sketch (idk if I’d ever call what I do “painting” lol) are moments of reprieve for stressed out characters? One of the most cathartic drawings I’ve ever made has actually been this drawing of Sekiro, the one-armed wolf, from Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice.  I like fan art in general because I can take the stressed-out characters I love and force them to rest lol.

Sleepover Weekend! Ask me anything.

[sasshole-for-rent]

Here is sweet flower child Aura Lavellan who belongs to the equally sweet @wrenbee!

[talesfromthefade]

For DWC: “you’re very warm… It’s nice.” :)

Sonja Hawke x Anders, for @dadrunkwriting

Not for the first time, Sonja bites back a shiver. Snow seems to be a much greater rarity in Kirkwall than it was when she lived in Ferelden, but with the approach of Satanalia had come the cold bite of winter. Anders clinic, being near one of the few places in Darktown to see open air and sunlight, is freezing. The thought of the refugees, of Anders, sleeping here in such conditions eats at her. Her elder twin would have her head for trying to ‘bring home strays’, despite his own strange and unlikely collection of companions and friends. More importantly, big as the Amell estate is, it cannot possibly house all the good and impossibly downtrodden people living in squalor here. She can, however, change the fate of one man’s for the better. If she can convince him, the rogue thinks thoughtfully, as she quietly enters the clinic leaning against the nearest wall to watch the healer as he bustles about with his patients.“Oh,” he greets her with surprise, suddenly catching sight of her as he follows the last of the sick or wounded he’s been tending shuffling out the door to extinguish his lantern for the night. “I’m sorry. You were so quiet, I didn’t even see you enter. You haven’t been waiting long, I hope.” Sonja smiles, shaking her head. Not that she would admit as much if she had, though the returning fond but skeptical smile the mage offers her seems to suggest he might know, or at least suspect as much.“I’ve been meaning to thank you, actually,” Anders continues with a nod. “You don’t need to stick your neck out for the mages here. Especially with your brother- and after what happened to Bethany,” he admits, frowning a little. “One day, we’ll make a world where your sister can be free again.”Sonja nods, but only weakly manages to return any kind of smile at the declaration. It seems rather hard to believe. Not that such a world can never exist, but that it might be something she or her sister will ever see. Would Bethany even want such a world? Already in just a few years, her sister’s letters speak of acceptance of her place in the Circle, excuses for various unpleasantries and indignities no one should be made to suffer, certainly not Bethany. Are these truly her thoughts? Does she even want to be free anyone? Or perhaps, a more cynical part of the rogue thinks, this is merely what the Templars tell or allow her to say. The fight for such a world, for a place for her twin, and for her younger sister, in the world beside her, with the same rights and freedoms as her, or anyone else without their gifts seems a long one. An increasingly more wearying one as the years have passed. Are they truly accomplishing anything? Can there really be any peaceful way to settle the differences between mages and templars? Sometimes she envies the way Anders seems to soldier through it all. She’s seen him when events or a certain mage’s plight have gotten to him, of course, but his conviction it seems is forged in dragon’s fire, every setback only pushing him to fight all the harder. Shamefully, she thinks that without Anders, her own will to keep fighting might not be so strong, so inclusive of mages and person outside of the immediate circle of those she loves.“I- It would kill me to see the Templars lock you up,” Sonja confesses. He was there, or rather, she went to him after Knight-Captain Cullen had dragged Bethany away to the Circle. But to see him or Garrett taken away from her now, or something terrible to happen to them… she’s truly not certain she could survive it. She certainly wouldn’t want to. “Come back to the estate with me tonight,” she blurts out before she can lose her nerve, watching the healer’s eyes widen a little at the abrupt invitation. “Please,” she adds.“Sonja,” Anders begins cautiously, worrying his bottom lip, but the rogue shakes her head. He’s keeping her at arm’s length, has been since that terrible day when she’d wept uncontrollably in his arms and later thrown herself at him. He loves her. Or so he had said, even if the words had been an accidental admission, and Sonja has no reason to doubt him. An affection and words she’d returned to him easily and I’m equal measure, but he still hesitates, worries and doubt written all over his face.“Please,” she repeats, not quite begging yet, but already decided that doing so is not off the table. “I’ll only worry if you don’t. It’s getting too cold. You can’t help anyone if you get sick yourself.” She doesn’t mention that she worries about him just as much in the summer with the excessive heat, with the Carta’s and Templar’s activity. It’s in her nature to worry over those she cares about, and she’s come to care for Anders a great deal, and in a way she’s never done for anyone before or since. Disappointed at the prospect of not being able to find or help make a match for her eldest daughter herself, or perhaps fearful of Sonja becoming trapped in the sort of life she herself was, Leandra had initially been quite obvious about her concerns and disapproval, before finally accepting the choice was ultimately no longer hers to make. Sonja’s not nearly naive enough to think that this might mean there won’t still be worried or disapproving looks made her way when she returns with Anders, but she’s a grown woman now, the estate in hers and Garrett’s name, and she’s never been more certain of wanting anything so much as this, as him.“I’ve tried to hold back,” Anders admits frowning. “You saw what I almost did to that girl. You’ve seen what I am, but I- I’m still just a man. You can’t keep teasing me like this and expect me to resist forever.”“I’m not trying to tease you, Anders,” Sonja replies shaking her head. “And I’ve never asked you to hold back. I don’t want you to.” Finally convinced, or perhaps worn down, Anders rushes forward, pulling her into his arms and a passionate kiss that leaves Sonja weak in the knees, before reluctantly disentangling himself enough to meet her gaze once more.“This will end in disaster,” the healer whispers. “But I can’t live without it. We could die tomorrow- I don’t want it to be before I tell you how I feel.”Sonja’s hand reaches out to cup a stubbled cheek in her palm shaking her head. Nothing that he’s saying is untrue, but it’s already understood. Doesn’t need to be said. And, for the moment, for as long as she can make it last, she wants this to be good, as happy as they can make it.“I thought with Justice, this part of my life was over,” the healer admits. “I can’t give you a normal life. If you’re with me, we’ll be hunted, hated. The whole world will be against us. You deserve more than that.”“And you deserve what,” Sonja asks curiously, “to be a martyr? To be alone for the rest of your life?”“I’m never alone,” Anders frowns softly, shaking his head.“Lonely, then,” the rogue corrects herself with a sad frown of her own, thumb gently stroking his cheek. “To the Void with what I deserve, Anders,” she declares vehemently, taking him by surprise. “I don’t care what I deserve. You are what I want. Even if that does come down to the two of us against the whole world.”“Come back home with me,” she tries again, the hand not holding his cheek, gently reaching out to clasp his, and leaning up on tiptoes to press a gentle kiss. “Make it your home too.”

“Do you mean that,” Anders asks, eyes crinkling with emotion. “You would have me there, living with you? You would tell the world, the Knight-Commander, that you love an apostate and you will stand beside him?”

“In a heartbeat,” Sonja nods solemnly, squeezing the hand she holds in hers. “Besides,” she adds cracking a small smile. “It seems it’s something of a family tradition,” the rogue teases lightly, earning her a soft chuckle as Anders shakes his head, before pulling her once more into his arms, this time a simple, but grateful embrace.

“You’re so warm,” she remarks absently, a little surprised.

“Magic,” Anders smiles softly, a soft whisper of energy whispering in the air between them, before he flattens his palms against where he holds her, heat gently seeping in through her clothes and warding off the chill. “Though I hope this doesn’t mean you might be thinking of revoking that invitation, now there’s no imminent threat of me freezing to death.”

“Never,” Sonja replies, burrowing a little more into the healer’s chest with a contented sigh now he’s finally decided to stop trying to push her away.

[roguelioness]

wrenbee replied to your post: peanut butter, chocolate marshmallow, peach :)

YES I love to watch an animated film before going to sleep if I’m really wound up. Its so calming for some reason!

There's nothing a fictional happy ending can't fix! [she says, as she stares at yet another picture of Solas *sobs*]

[humanspectre]

y :)

y – your favorite food

I don’t really have A favorite? I can eat basically anything as long as it tastes remotely yummy. but I’m really partial to anything with cheese. And meat. Cheese with meat? Heaven!

Hmm pizza. And lasagna. And burgers. And stroganoff (no cheese but so good). Also good ol’ Brazilian black beans, rice, steak, french fries and farofa. Yeah.

I’m hungry right now, okay, I’m not thinking straight.

[ladylike-foxes]

I drew @wrenbee’s solo journaling rpg character, Mila, mostly just because I think she’s precious and wanted to draw her foraging mushrooms 🍄❤️