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Ink and tide.

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new cross stitch pattern available in my shop!~ check my patterns out here

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[ocs] meet the boys of lucky street, a pop rock boy band that will take you right back to the 90s and the early aughts with both their looks and lyrics!

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“why are you so tired all the time” God is killing me! thanks for asking

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One of the vampire sires from our new southern gothic VTM game. He’s a doctor

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ZevWarden Week 2025 Day 4: Loyalty Zevran Arainai × Merab Mahariel

They didn't make it...

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Allison Holt（British）

Against The Rocks 2. On The Rocks 3. Spiral Wave 4. The Seventh Wave Freehand machine embroidery on painted silk via

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Zevwarden week: day 3 // bondage/BDSM

Zev slowly and patiently introduces Cass to light bondage, and it turns out that Cass loves to be claimed. A true W for both

@zevraholics thank u for organizing all this!!

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silver weaver

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ZevWardenweek 2025 Day 2 Family, legacy, etc.

Hiding on the outskirts of Kirkwall from Nuncio, Zevran had the opportunity to get to know Sabrae clan better and to befriend some of its members. Master Ilen even used to share with him some of the craft works Frey had been working on shortly before he had left the clan.

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Raif - Noel - Yren - Kav

Been obsessed with @steamberrystudio's latest VN When Stars Collide lately and had to paint the four routes I've played through so far ✨

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its fara-day. fara-bday?? anyway its his birthday ( aug 20th ) happy birthday to my newest brainrot child heehee commissions are open!!

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ZevWarden Week

Day 2- Family, legacy

The Greatest Treasure

The note had been brief: I need you to come home. Please... it's important. - A

Zevran had dropped everything. Left the Crow safe house in Markham burning behind him, abandoned months of careful planning, and spent three weeks crossing the Waking Sea with nothing but that cryptic message eating away at his gut.

Their cottage sat quiet in the Fereldan countryside, smoke curling from the chimney. He stepped inside the the door, aware of the silence around him.

"Alara?"

She was in bed, propped against the pillows, and she looked... fragile. Exhausted in a way that set his teeth on edge. Her red hair hung loose around her shoulders, and there were shadows under her green eyes that spoke of sleepless nights.

"You came," she said, and there was relief in her voice but something else too. Something careful.

"Of course I came, mi amor. Your message—" He crossed to the bed, scanning her for injuries, illness, anything that might explain why she looked so worn down. "What is wrong? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt, I just..." She shifted slightly, and that's when he saw it. The small bundle tucked against her side, rising and falling with tiny breaths.

Zevran stopped mid-step, staring.

"Is that... that's a baby?"

The words came out confused, disbelieving. A baby was the last thing he'd expected to find in their quiet sanctuary.

Alara's hand moved protectively to the bundle. "Ours."

The word hung in the air between them. He stared at the baby, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Grey Wardens couldn't... they weren't supposed to...

"When?"

"Three days ago." Her voice was quiet. "Shianni helped me through it....she went into the village for supplies this morning, said I needed time alone with her before... well, before I had to explain everything to you. She's been wonderful. Her and her husband both, keeping the secret."

Three days. She'd given birth three days ago, and he'd been halfway across Thedas dealing with Crow business.

"Why didn't you—"

"Tell you I was pregnant?" Alara let out a short laugh, shaking her head at her own blindness. "I didn't know until it was almost too late. I thought I was just tired from all the politics at Amaranthine. Then I started feeling sick, and Shianni took one look at me and told me I was the most oblivious woman in Thedas. And even when she told me what she suspected... I didn't believe it at first. Grey Wardens aren't supposed to be able to have children. I thought it was something we'd never... something that just wouldn't happen for us. By the time I was sure, you were already deep in the Free Marches. I couldn't risk a detailed message."

Zevran moved closer, drawn despite himself. The baby was tiny, smaller than seemed possible, with a shock of dark red hair and delicate elven features.

"She's beautiful," he said softly.

"She's so small." Alara's voice cracked. "She's so small, and I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to... how to be a mother. My mother died years before the Blight... and I'm supposed to just figure this out?"

There it was. The fear he'd heard in her voice, the careful way she'd been holding herself.

"Alara—"

"I can't even get her to stop crying half the time," she continued, the words tumbling out now. "And what if I drop her? What if I'm not feeding her enough? What if she gets sick and I don't know what to do? What if—"

"My dear," Zevran said gently, settling on the edge of the bed. "May I?"

She hesitated, then carefully transferred the sleeping bundle into his arms. The baby was warm and impossibly light, fitting perfectly against his chest. Golden eyes fluttered open for a moment, focused on his face with that unfocused awareness of the very young, then drifted closed again.

"Look at that," he murmured. "She knows her papá already, yes?"

"Zevran." Alara's voice was tight. "I need you to understand something. I know this isn't what you wanted. I know you chose me, but you didn't choose... this." She gestured at the baby. "You fought so hard for your freedom, and now there's a child who'll need protection, who'll make us targets. My position as Arlessa, as the Warden Commander means she'll always be in danger, and I know that's not the life you—"

"Stop." The word was firm but gentle. He looked up from the baby's face to meet Alara's eyes. "What exactly do you think I am going to do, mi amor? Pack my things and disappear into the night?"

"I..." She faltered. "I would understand if you did."

"Would you, now?" There was a hint of that familiar teasing in his voice, but underneath it was something harder. "You think so little of me? After all this time?"

"That's not—"

"You think that Zevran Arainai, who spent months trying to convince you he was more than just a hired blade, would abandon his wife and child the moment things become complicated?"

The baby stirred at the sound of his voice, making a soft sound that wasn't quite crying but demanded attention nonetheless. Zevran adjusted his hold automatically, rocking her gently until she settled.

"See?" he said quietly. "Already I am learning. Just as you are learning, just as she is learning who we are. None of us knows what we are doing, my dear. But we will figure it out together."

"But what if I'm terrible at it?" The question came out small, vulnerable. "What if I don't know how to love her the way she needs?"

"Look at me, my dear." His voice was soft but commanding. When she met his eyes, he smiled. "You have spent the last months protecting her without even knowing it, yes? You came here, to safety, when you realized what was happening. You trusted only those you knew would keep her secret. You went through birth with only Shianni because you knew it was safest for our daughter. Tell me, my dear, how is any of that not exactly what a mother should do?"

Tears gathered in her eyes. "I'm scared, Zev."

"I know. So am I." He looked down at the baby's sleeping face. "I never had a father worth the name, no? The Crows made sure of that. But perhaps that is not such a terrible thing, yes? We get to decide what kind of parents we will be. We are not bound by the failures of those who came before us."

"What if we mess it up?"

"Then we will unmess it, yes? And if we cannot, then we will find those who can help us." He reached out with his free hand to brush a tear from her cheek. "But you will not mess this up, mi amor. I have watched you lead armies, negotiate with nobles, face down an archdemon. You think one tiny baby is going to defeat the Hero of Ferelden?"

That got a small smile from her. "She's more terrifying than the archdemon."

"Infinitely more terrifying," Zevran agreed solemnly. "And infinitely more precious."

The baby's eyes opened again, and this time they focused more clearly on his face. Golden eyes, just like his own, but clearer somehow. Innocent.

"Hello, little one," he said softly. "I am your papá, and this is your mamá, and we are going to love you so much it will probably be embarrassing when you are older."

Alara laughed, a real laugh this time. "What should we call her?"

"What do you think?"

"I was thinking... Zara? It means princess or flower."

"Zara," he repeated, testing the name. The baby made a small sound, as if approving. "Zara Tabris-Arainai. Perfect, no?"

"You're really staying?" The question was barely a whisper.

Zevran looked at her incredulously. "Alara, my dear, wonderful, occasionally infuriating wife, where exactly do you think I would go? This is my family. You are my family. She is my family." He shifted the baby slightly so he could lean forward and press a soft kiss to Alara's forehead. "I spent thirty years of my life belonging to no one and having no one belong to me. Did you truly think I would give that up now, when I finally have everything I never dared to want?"

She reached up to touch his face, her thumb tracing the line of his cheek. "I love you."

"And I love you. Both of you. Always."

Zara chose that moment to wake up properly, her face scrunching in displeasure before she let out a surprisingly loud cry for something so small.

"And now," Zevran said with a grin, "we learn together how to make her stop doing that."

Alara laughed despite herself. "Welcome to parenthood, I suppose."

"Indeed. I suspect it will be the greatest adventure yet."

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freehand character designs based on the songs i was listening to