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jamesdeniscouldnever · 8 months

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Headcanons for Zev and Rolan to tide you all over until I can nail down a plot for the poll winner fic.

How they take care of Tav

🎇Rolan🎇

The grumpy wet cat of a man is a little less grumpy and wet when Tav is tired or hurting.

If they're returning home after a long road full of fights and sleepless nights, Rolan takes a gentle approach.

After making sure they have something to eat and drink in front of them, he's drawing them a hot bath.

If they return with more severe injuries, then God's help Tav.

Scolding and fussing, cursing, and name calling.

He does it out of love, we know this.

Still feeds them and draws them a bath.

Helps remove their armor, all the while tutting and making aggravated comments about "always playing hero" or "can't go a day without a fight" even though tav knows he doesn't mean it.

Once they're in the bath, he sits beside the tub

He'd like to join him, but the tub isn't that big, and when there are two people, his tail gets painfully twisted

He talks them into comfort, what Cal and Lia have been up to, how things are at the tower, and stories about the threw siblings growing up.

Uses his long, glorious nails to really help scrub Tav's hair.

Purposely dumps the water over their head to help rinse without letting them cover their eyes.

Immediately feels bad when they yelp in pain.

Coos and helps rinse it out, pretending be just wasn't thinking.

After the bath wraps them in soft sleeping clothes and puts them to bed (mother hen, who?)

When Tav asks if he's joining them he replies "now now, I've got things to do. You sleep, I'll be back later."

And he does, once Tav is sleeping.

He watches then for a moment before sighing at their bruised Visage and whispering things about "my poor angel'

Curls up behind them, holding them tight.

Tails wrapped around their leg and arms squeezing them.

Falls asleep beside them, holding them like he can protect them from the life they've chosen.

⚜️Zevlor⚜️

Has almost certainly been either on the road with his beloved Tav or staying in their camp

He knows he said he'd like to retire in the city, but once he realized he loved someone who was such a menace to their own health, those plans went right out the window.

Fighting by their side is part of his way of showing care. Watching their back, shielding them from harms way, even if they scold him for it later.

His approach to love and care is so much more obvious than Rolan's.

Constant loving stares and words of affirmation, reverence to the person who dared show him kindness and love that he though he didn't deserve.

And when the day is done and a browbeaten Tav returns to him, he's got a hand on their back or an arm around their waist in an instant, leading them to the fire to eat and relax.

Watches carefully as he makes sure they eat least one full serving of their meal. Tail wagging in pleasure when they do.

Humming old Eltural lullabies while helping them clean up by whatever stream or river is near.

Brushing their hair is his favorite.

Once in their tent, he's pulling blankets over Tav and urging them to sleep. Strokes their hair until they are.

Stays up after they're resting, watching them, watching the camp for danger, enjoying the stars.

When exhaustion finally wins, he's back in the tent, curling up in a protective little ball by their side closer to the tents entrance so if anyone tries to get in they'll trip over him and wake Tav.

If Tav is ever severely injured, Avernus take this man, he is a wreck.

That face he makes when the guy gets shot by goblins in the Grove? That immediately followed by tears and sobs.

Even if it's not life-threatening, he's on this knees at their side and begging them not to go.

The most careful and methodical medical treatment Tav has ever received followed by the most protective and clingy Zev there's ever been.

He insists on doing everything for them now. He won't let them in harms way again.

Just a sad, overprotective, DILF of a paladin who loves his Tav.

#zevlor #bg3 #baulders gate 3 #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan #bg3 tav #zevlor x tav #zevlor/tav #rolan x tav #rolan/tav #bg3 headcanons #sad paladin man #angry fussy wizard

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hellsuwus · 7 months

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I did this at 3 am, threw it in my drafts, and it’s just been sitting there so here we go lmao. Inspired by @ceo-of-sloppy-men tiefling tail headcanons

Exposing myself as that insane anon who said they were drawing zevlor tail charms and also omega fic fanart teehee. Now! Hcs under the cut

Okay so anyway I know nothing about biology BUT I love worldbuilding

I imagine that when tieflings weigh their tails down there's two different types of weights.

The first ones are practical ones. Not every tiefling can just give into their heat. They got jobs to do! Bills to pay! So these ones are more simple and are purely for purpose of weighing down tails. Most of the time it's like, a heavy sleeve and the inside is often filled with heavy beads or rice or pebbles or something ((kind of like a weighted blanket where its inside)) and in the case of stronger tiefs ((like zev 🤭)) they often have heavy metal bracers or cuffs around them as well just to weigh em down a bit more. Some wear em only at the ends of their tails, and some wear em up all the way.

The second one are the decorative ones. Sometimes they start off with the weighted sleeve, like stated above, as a base and then they'll wrap decorations around it. Or sometimes, the decorations are heavy enough that they'll just use those. (( In my brain zev always wears that little sleeve tho, he’s an old man who values comfort over style lol))

And if course the decorations and any meanings vary from tief to tief. Some tiefs wear basic metal charms with some chains and stuff to look cute, others are dramatic as hell and will wrap gold and jewels over their tail.

I dont think there'd really be any specific way to signify being in a relationship or not. A color system wouldn't work since tieflings come in so many colors that they could just be matching their partner. And I love the chains idea but chains are so hot i think everyone deserves them. Maybe they wear a padlock on their tail to symbolize they're taken??

I LOVE the thought of there being a symbol for free use tieflings in heat though. In my mind it would be any sort of bells. Some are more subtle and wear smaller ones on the ends of their tails, others are loud and proud and desperate and will wear large ones and it's a symbol for any other tiefling around to come use em.

I also think it would be really funny if the other races aren't aware that the bells mean free to use and they just think that tieflings are attention seekers lol

#worldbuilding #tiefling hc #zevlor bg3 #bg3 #im so clinically insane i genuinely forgot i wrote this #so uhhhh if any parts seem inconsistent #oops lmao

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ruushes · 10 months

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Would love to hear your Zevran thoughts <3

original and ultimate babygirl 🥺

first impression: so i actually knew he was gay romanceable before starting origins and went in with the intention of gay romancing him pretty much solely bc i thought it was cool you could be gay in a video game. i didn't really know much else about him going into it, so his intro was like, holy shit i'm in love with him 😂😂 and i only liked him more and more as the game went on, I’ll admit I took a lot of his humor and bravado at face value at first and the depth of character that unfolded was unexpected and really cool

impression now: it might seem like i love him a normal and reasonable amount given that i don't draw or post about him that often but that's just bc the more i like something the less and less i talk about it out of embarrassment 😅

favorite moment: so so so hard to choose 😭😭 maybe the dialogue after you kill taliesin if you push him to make the decision of what he'll do next himself:

cautiously testing unfamiliar agency.... the look for validation... 🥺

idea for a story: gestures vaguely at the complete origins novelization and chronicle of whatever weird thing he and ailill have going on that exists perfectly in my mind and materially in unconnected 500-word scraps of dialogue that don't even amount to anything you could call a wip 🤦‍♂️i think the last thing i worked on was a bit about how on the morning after zev's recruited he has another chance to finish the assassination and kind of commits to the idea of staying instead

unpopular opinion: i think understandably and naturally people tend to focus on positives when making fan material (i do it too like 90% of my sketches are cutesy shipping art lol) but i'd also like to see more of him being flawed? like i feel like a big part of the appeal of him as a character is the 'healing from trauma and starting anew' theme, and healing is so difficult and messy and nonlinear, not something that gets resolved by falling in love over the course of like nine months, you know? but i don't really fault people for not exploring that, it's just something i'd be interested to see more of (':

favorite relationship: zevwarden naturally😌 especially in the context of wardens with a similar desire to die, where they can sort of figure out how to want to live again together

favorite headcanon: i've been poking around in the toolset and looking at the differences between the m and f romances and i think there's a case to be made for a reading where there's an element of internalized homophobia and/or trauma impacting how he looks at relationships with men that goes beyond generally preferring women. his gendered dialog with men tends to be more physical than emotional, there are instances where suggestive gendered dialog alludes to violence with m wardens and not f, he makes some skeptical comments abt the idea of being in a relationship with a man. i don't have evidence at hand and i certainly don't think everyone Should think this way or anything, i just find it interesting to think about preferences and how they can be impacted by experience in the context of being bi, and how it could both complicate and enrich an mwarden relationship

#this is quite long just as a warning to the less interested #HOW is there not a crow emoji. devastating.#talkin #dragon age #dao #zevran arainai #my writing #......? i guess we'll see if that tag ever gets used again

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blarrghe · 10 months

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Hey hey hey 10 “You never believe me! If I told you right now that I love you, would you even believe me?” forrrrrr zeviolstair OR pavellan

You always send me prompts that I wind up incorporating into Party Camp I hope you're happy

For @dadrunkwriting and Strange Feelings in the Party Camp, some zeviolstair.

Violet is laughing, clutching Zevran's arm and laughing through her tears.

"Thank you," she says, wiping one away, gaze lingering on Zevran's still-concerned smile and then flicking over to him. "Maker, this is why I love you."

Alistair catches Zevran blushing, but he backs away and makes room when she says that, as though she hadn't said it to him. Violet grips his arm and pulls him back.

"Love you both," she clarifies, and she doesn't need to look Alistair in the eye for him to believe it, and she knows it, so her gaze snaps back to Zevran, defiant.

"Ah," Zevran hesitates. It's...

Is he allowed to be cute?

Alistair thinks it's cute, how he hesitates.

"I... thank you."

Violet's eyes narrow. Alistair almost laughs. Wrong choice, he thinks, that isn't what you say back when Violet Cousland tells you she loves you. He would know.

"You don't believe me?"

"Mi amor, of course I..." Zev swallows like he's choked on the Antivan phrase he's just spun. He says that all the time, mi amor, and Alistair knows just enough Antivan to know it means 'my love', and more than enough about Zevran to know that it's not really supposed to. Except it does.

He's always meant it, just draws it out and purrs over it and spreads it around, thinks they won't notice if he does it like that, which is precisely why he can't say it now.

"We both do, Zev." It's a rare moment for him, to be able to say something so succinct and just be done with it, but that sounded right. His own voice dips low and quiet, both his and Violet's eyes land on him, and he just lets that hang there. He takes Zev's hand. "You know that."

Zevran pulls his hand back. Alistair's never seen him blush so deeply. "Do I, now?"

He's doing a bad job of playing this off. Violet giggles.

"Mm, well, you ought to." Violet bumps her head into his shoulder.

Alistair crosses his arms and nods in agreement. "Sure, we say it enough, right Vi?"

"I've said it," she agrees, kissing Zev's cheek. "And we had that long talk, me and you."

"Mhm," Alistair nods.

"Aye, you've said it..." Zevran sighs like he's contemplating some difficult lock. "When was this talk?"

Alistair shrugs. "Week ago? Days are running together."

"I told him I loved you still, asked if it was alright."

"I just laughed, I was so relieved," Alistair adds in.

"And then we went on about him, didn't we?"

"Oh, into the night."

Zevran looks between them, skeptical eyebrow raising, defensive smirk forming, something almost like annoyance in his eyes, under it all. Alistair's heart sinks just a little, and he does a similar-but-different kind of not showing it.

"Ha ha, very funny," Zevran retorts, sarcastic and a smidge too defensive and so far off base it pangs in Alistair's sinking heart.

"Didn't I tell you he'd never believe you?" Alistair shoots Violet a raised-eyebrow and a look she'll know what to do with.

She nods, and her smile is the only one of theirs that isn't hiding something. She can get through to both of them like no one else can.

"Zevran, look at me," she says.

He does. She doesn't even say anything, and his eyes well up.

"Maker," Alistair sighs into a real smile and just collects him under an arm, draping his weight across Zev's shoulders and taking in the scent of his hair. "Finally."

"I -- this was not to be about me -- I do not need you two to - to..."

"Love you?" Violet finishes for him, not what he was going to say, Alistair knows, but absolutely what he was going to mean. "We've only tried to tell you half a million times each."

"You have not!" Zevran protests.

He's said it plenty of times, actually, thank you very much, Alistair thinks. Zev's just never heard him.

He said it after the very first time he'd ever buried himself inside him, and fine, he supposes he understands why Zev might think that one didn't count. Supposes he gets why Violet mumbling it out sleepily into his naked chest didn't register, either. He's said it when they're both in his arms by the fire, and maybe those times Zevran sat there obliviously considering himself an accessory to it all, but Violet's the one of the two of them that's really shy with the word. Because Alistair? Alistair says it.

He says it when Zevran cooks and brings him a bowl of something that actually tastes like food. He says it when Zev's got him bent forward and cramping with laughter. He says it when he pulls him up after a hard fight, checking him for injuries before letting the rest of his adrenaline out in a crushing embrace.

"Oh, thank the Maker," he remembers saying breathlessly, pulling Zev up from a muddy pit of a narrowly-missed ogre-stomp, just the other day, "Maker, I love you too much for you to get smushed by some giant stinking foot. Don't scare me like that."

So he shoved him after, didn't make it less true.

"You never believe me," Alistair corrects, jostling him now as well, still pulled tight under his arm. "If I told you right now that I loved you, would you even hear me?"

He can't do it quite like Violet does. Whatever surety she puts in a look, he's never had that. He has a goofy smile, eyes that don't like long, important looks into other eyes much. But he presses a rough kiss into the side of Zevran's face and feels just how hot his cheeks have gotten, and he's pretty sure it gets through.

"Mi amor," Zevran breathes. "I... my apologies."

"So we all agree?" Violet asks hopefully, scooching her way closer on the bench to get wrapped up under Alistair's other arm. She pushes her head into Zev's shoulder again.

"It appears that way," Zevran mumbles, and Alistair tastes the salt of his tears when he kisses his cheek again.

"I love you, Zev," Alistair closes his eyes and whispers it into his soft hair, this time.

"We both do," Violet concludes.

#dadwc #my fic #strange feelings in the party camp #might edit it but this will almost definitely fit in there somewhere #zevran x warden #zevran x alistair #alistair x warden #alistair x warden x zevran #polyship #da:o #dragon age fanfic #the sappy sap you asked forrrr

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 3 months

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18 and 19 for va’Renan and Noya!! And also 9 for Noya and June <3

[ask game]

Heyy, thanks for the ask! :]

18. What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Var'renan: That they probably have a kid??? I thought Morri wouldn't have Kieran since Renan refused the ritual but sb told me she still has him when the Warden sleeps with her at any time so uh. Yeah. Haven't sat down and thought about it properly yet though. (also, still need to play Witch Hunt)

Noya: That she and Zev maybe become an item some time after the Blight? Not set in stone but in one version of events it could happen i think

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Var'renan: That since Tamlen was the one with a troublemaker reputation, whenever Renan did something and people automatically assumed it was Tamlen he'd get insufferably smug about it.

Noya: That she is very eager to try out and learn new things

(i don't really have One Favourite Thing about them so i just picked something i like abt them x'd)

9. Are they based off of you, in some way?

Isn't every oc? xdd But to name some things i have in common with them...

Noya: Being short xD Their "the more i fail the more determined i get to succeed" mentality. Their brand of humour. The tendency to talk too loud. Her love for drawing :)

June: The ADHD. Her having a hard time with social graces. Her general logic/way of problem solving. Her vocal range kinda? Also again being short lol. Tho her body type is closest to mine out of the bunch.

#the Actual most recent thing for noya was a bit darker so i opted to not answer with that one fsdfjlk #but yeah idk she and zev werent Super close during the blight but they bonded afterwards over grieving #& zev hanging around a bit before deciding what he wanted to do with himself now #and i can see them meshing well? but havent thought abt it in too much detail #in general i admittedly havent thought out much abt noya (or survives-the-battle timeline renan) in a hot minute #(at least not beyond the timeline of the base game)#but i Will play thru the dlcs at some point and then they will be back on the brain!!#but ye n e ways thank you again! <3 #oc ask game/ my answers #my ocs #oc: noya tabris #oc: var'renan mahariel #oc: june trevelyan

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sulphuryasecretcloset · 10 months

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How Mose stopped worrying and learned to love Leo

“Listen, I need to go do something.” She says.

Mose nods. He knows that means Zev'sonya is off some place where Hutts aren't welcome. While neither of them like it, there are some situations that are just made easier by him staying behind. She will be back. Or he'll come get her. “Understood, Lorda.”

Zev'sonya adjusts her cloak and seems ready to leave right away. He's not surprised. She never did like to waste time. “I'll be back in about five hours, if things go without a hitch.”

“Understood.”

“Have fun watching the kids while I'm gone.”

Now those words do puzzle Mose. Junior has been asleep for over a week now. Without the little green one to keep her company, she tends to sleep a lot more. Mose is aware of how it is far more normal for a Huttlet to sleep for months, even years, rather than be awake and active like Junior has been, mostly due to the strain of their growing bodies and their fragile minds, but he finds himself missing her. The feeling of her breathing and occasionally twitching is reassuring, but he still misses her exploring new places with her innocence and enthusiasm. Why would... Wait, Zev said kids. KidS. Plural. Which means... she does not intend to bring her human.

Mose draws a sharp breath, meaning to object rather harshly, when Zev'sonya has the audacity to wink at him, actually wink at him, and he stares with a slack jaw as she trots off with a far too smug cackle. She has definitely been spending far too much time around humans!

And speaking of which... Mose slowly turns his head and, as dreaded, finds himself looking down at Leo, who is grinning up at him like an excited child about to go out on the most wonderful adventure. While there is no denying that the eternally cheerful blond has had a very positive effect on Zev, easing a lot of the burning anger she had at life, he is also the most talkative and energetic soul Mose has ever met. He sighs. This is going to be a very long day.

Ignoring Leo is what Mose usually does and it works for the first couple of hours: Leo talks while Mose pretends he can't hear him. Others would take the hint, but the blond merely keeps chattering away and tries to get Mose to engage with a wide variety of topics. Humans, such troublesome creatures. How many times in history have they set the Galaxy on fire by now?

“Let's go into town!” Leo declares, very loud and with that eternal grin on his face. Hours of basically talking to himself must finally be getting boring even to him.

Mose scowls. “No.” The ship is parked a safe distance from the small town that seems to be beckoning the blond and Mose is perfectly happy to stay right there and laze about until Zev returns. There is no reason for them to head into town.

“Come onnnnnn, Mose. Pretty please?”

Mose doesn't hesitate. “No.”

Leo's eyes narrow a tiny fraction for the briefest of moments, then he shrugs and smiles. “Well, you can stay here, but I'm going. And going alone, you know I might get into trouble, stuff like that happens, and Zev is not going to be happy that you let me wander into danger by myself, you know. What if I get hurt? Oh, she won't like that at all. She will be quite disappointed in you.”

Once again the audacity of a biped has Mose slack-jawed and staring, then he sighs and has little choice but to trail after Leo marching towards the town with a jaunty whistle. Zev would indeed be very upset if something bad was to happen to her idiot, and Leo is bound to get into some kind of trouble if he is allowed to spend time in town without supervision. Mose toys briefly with the idea of merely grabbing him and holding him down with his tail until she returns, but something tells him that Leo would be whining so loudly his ears would bleed, and punching him unconscious is too risky with that frail human skull of his.

Turns out that heading into town achieves the impossible; Leo turns even more talkative. And determined to use every credit he has in his pockets once he finds the marked place.

“What do you think about this?” “Do you think she'd like these double-bladed ones?” “Hey, this would look cool on you.” “Wow, can you believe the price of these?” “Check this out, I would look awesome in this!” “Maybe we should get some of these for Junior?” “I'm telling you; the ship could use a little colour inside.” “A man, or a Hutt, can never have too many blankets.”

It never ends. Mose is going to get back at Zev for this.

Leo has grabbed a dangerous amount of candy to buy from a horribly decorated cart when he grins up at Mose. “What do you want? My treat.”

Mose glares. “Ylesian white worms.” He deserves tasty snacks for putting up with this.

Minutes later, Mose is rummaging his left hand around in the big glass container he's carrying under his right arm until he has a big haul of worms in his grip. He shoves them into his mouth as he shuffles along after the still talking Leo and wonders how Zev is doing. He knows she can look after herself, but he still worries. She's so awfully impulsive...

Lost in thought, he doesn't notice how Leo turns a corner, freezes and stops talking mid-sentence.

Mose nearly smacks into the man's back due to the sudden and unexpected stop and he's about to ask what the hell is wrong with him when he sees what Leo sees: five stormtrooper helmets on top of wooden sticks stuck in the ground. There are pools of dark, coagulated blood on the ground under the helmets.

Oh.

For a long time they just stand there, staring, until Mose can't handle the tension. Or the complete absence of a smile on Leo's face. “Did you know them...?”

Leo keeps his gaze on the helmets and answers in a too quiet voice. “I don't know. I can't see their operating numbers.” The green eyes that are usually bright with mischief are dark and solemn.

Silence follows his words and Mose awkwardly remembers a time when he'd asked Zev if there wasn't a way to shut Leo up and she had replied that the only thing worse than a talking Leo is a silent one, and he's now inclined to agree. This is making Mose's hide crawl with unease.

“Maybe they deserved this.” Leo suddenly says in that too quiet manner. “Maybe. A lot of them were not good people and they did a lot of bad things.” A hard swallow. “But... not all of them. Mikey only joined because his family told him to. Kiergan joined so he wouldn't end up in jail with his brothers. Hauroko, it was the only way she could go after her dream. Corin, he didn't have a choice at all. Kinnon, Jana, Heiden, Mokae, Cordè, none of them would have deserved this, but the ones hunting down Troopers these days wouldn't have cared and put their heads on spikes anyway.”

Mose had entered a mercenary's hut with Zev once, years ago, and found himself surrounded by eight Hutt skulls mounted on the man's walls. Knowing that the Hutts were probably cruel cretins who deserved it had not made the sight any less unsettling. But this situation does give Mose the opportunity to ask something he's been wondering about for a very long time. “Why did 'you' join?”

Leo, Leave-it, whatever you want to call him, has never struck Mose as an imperial fanatic or a war monger. Why would someone like Leo join the stormtroopers?

“Back home where I grew up, they were portrayed as the heroes.” Leo says, still staring at the helmets. “In the news, everything we saw and read, they were the good guys. They were the ones who saved others from mercs and pirates and all kinds of scum. My dad was in complete awe of them. If it hadn't been for him not wanting to leave my mom and me, he would have joined in a heartbeat. We were mere miners, nobodies, while the guys in white kept everyone in the Galaxy safe.” Leo finally closes his eyes. “After my father died, I decided I wanted to do some good before I followed him into the afterlife. I was already sick by then, my mom too, so I knew I had limited time. Becoming a stormtrooper meant I could afford medicine for my mom, travel the Galaxy and see other planets while helping other people as well. I thought it was the best idea ever. By the time I realized the truth, it was too late. I needed the credits for mom's medicine, I didn't want to leave Kiergan and Hauroko to face danger alone, and after my mom died, they were all the family I had left so I had to keep them safe at least. I couldn't leave.”

Mose doesn't know what to say. He feels bad for asking, but he can definitely relate to wanting to protect your friend even if it means risking your own life.

Leo turns away from the helmets. “I've changed my mind. Let's just go back to the ship.”

Just as Leo walks by him, Mose looks over at the blond. “Are you okay?” It's a stupid question, of course he's not, but he still asks as an awkward gesture to show concern.

Pausing next to him but keeping his gaze on the horizon, Leo sighs. “Yeah. I just forgot.” And before Mose can ask him what he'd forgotten, the human continues. “I forgot for a moment that every single soul on this planet hates me.”

Again, Mose can relate only too well and he knows how bad of a feeling that is. It's the worst kind. It makes you feel endlessly lonely. And worthless. But it's not true. “I don't hate you.” He offers.

That causes Leo to glance up at him with a ghost of a sad smile. “Really?” There is fragile hope in that simple word.

“Yeah.” Mose confirms, shifting the glass container to his other arm to reach out with his right hand and he gives him a couple of worm-free pats on the blond head. “Really.”

Leo's smile turns into something so warm and grateful that it makes Mose's heart clench in a way that usually only happens around Junior and the little green man. Fine, he can be a little nicer to him. After all, Leo's basically a kid too by Hutt standards.

“Higher!” Leo's voice demands.

“Then stop squirming!” Mose snaps back.

“I'm not squirming.”

“Yes, you are.”

Zev'sonya frowns as she approaches the ship and hears her two companions arguing from somewhere on the other side of the craft. What is going on? Rounding the front of the ship, what she sees makes even less sense than anything she could have conjured up as possible scenarios.

Leo and Mose are both frozen, staring at her, but what makes it odd is the fact that Mose has pulled himself as high up as he can, has his hands under Leo's arms and is holding him up to face the panel just under the transparisteel of the cockpit.

Blinking, Zev'sonya only absently registers that the grey panel in front of Leo has the outline of what looks to be a drawing of a yellow twi'lek and that his hands are clutching a can of spray paint each, because she's too startled by the sight of him hastily slurping the tail of what looks to be a white worm into his mouth.

“Lorda, you're back...” Mose says awkwardly, slowly lowering Leo to the ground.

“What is going on here?” Zev'sonya demands to know.

“We're decorating the ship!” Leo declares through some hasty chewing.

“Decorating the...” Zev'sonya echoes, struggling to believe what she's hearing in addition to what she's seeing. At least Mose has the decency to look embarrassed. Leo just looks delighted at the sight of her. “I leave for half a day and you both lose your minds?!”

“Aw, come on!” Leo whines. “All the cool ships have decorations.”

“We got bored.” Mose mumbles.

She stares at them for several long seconds, trying to digest the weirdness of it all until she decides she can't. This is just too weird. Zev'sonya turns on her heel and stalks inside the ship. Starting up the engines, she gives them just enough time to scramble on board before Zev'sonya shuts the doors and takes off towards space.

It is hours later when she allows Leo into the cockpit and only after he has brushed his teeth twice. “I can't believe you ate worms.”

“You know,” her idiot says with a big grin, slouching in the co-pilot seat with one leg over the arm-rest, “if you really want to pull off the act as a culinary expert, you're going to have to be more open to new foods. I'm telling you; Mose is right. They're really good. Spicy with a hint of liquorice.”

Zev'sonya glances over at him without turning her head. “And if you want to pull off the act as a stupid blond, you need to stop using big words like 'culinary'.” Leo laughs, not bothered at all, as usual. He then sits up properly and leans a little forward towards her with a grin. “So, are you going to tell me what you were up to today? It wasn't a job, right? Was it an evil scheme for me and Mose to spend time together so that he'd grow dangerously fond of me and we'd become best buddies? Because if it was, I can tell you it really worked!”

Fighting back a smile, Zev'sonya turns her gaze to the stars ahead. There would be no need to make Mose like Leo because she knows he already likes him just fine. She never would have brought Leo on board the ship if that wasn't the case, her selfish heart be damned. As much as the idiot annoys him at times, Mose has shown Leo far more patience and leniency than most souls they have encountered in their years together. He even gave his approval of their relationship before Zev'sonya could handle mere the thought of it. “It was a private errand.”

“Roger that.” Leo says, instantly backing off by slouching back in his seat and flinging his leg over the arm rest again. “Oh, for your information; once we park some place, me and my buddy are finishing the art work on the ship. Just so you know. We cannot be stopped!”

“I had my chip turned off.” Zev'sonya says, gaze firmly locked straight ahead. Yet, even without looking at him, she senses Leo freezing up before deflating from having inhaled a lot of air to cover a grand speech about his and Mose's plans. “Wh...” He sits up straight again and his reflection in the transparisteel shows his confusion and concern. “What?”

“You heard me.” Zev'sonya feels a clench of unease in her gut. Had it been a mistake? She glares over at him. “Didn't you say last week that you'd always dreamed about having kids?”

“Yeah.” Leo blurts out. “But, like, I wasn't... It's not... Didn't you then tell me it would be crime for me to breed and pass on my stupidity?”

Zev'sonya nods. “It would. Which is why I'm going to make sure our kid inherits my intelligence.”

Eerily enough, Leo goes quiet for a moment. He looks down at where his hands are nervously fidgeting and clears his throat. “Zev. Are you sure? It would change everything. And... I might not be around to-”

“Shut up.” Zev'sonya snaps. She knows he is thinking about the death sentence hanging over his head, is worrying about the thought of her having to raise a child alone, but Leo seriously needs to get through his thick skull that she is not going to let him die.

“No.” Leo counters, his voice firm with unbreakable stubbornness. “Dammit, if you want me to even consider this, I need to know that you have really thought this through. I love how impulsive you are, Zev, but this is the one thing I can't have you decide on a whim. I can't. Okay?”

Zev'sonya takes a calming breath before facing her idiot once more. “Fine. Listen up; I want this too. I know what I'm getting myself into. And even without you, I wouldn't be alone. I've got Mose. I've got Din and Corin. I know Kiergan and the others will love any child that is part you. Happy? I even had the doctor do research on Miner's Lung to make sure it was safe for a kid.” She scowls at him. “But that is just stupid talk because we'll both be there all the way. End of discussion.”

Leo stares at her with disbelief and growing giddiness before he breaks into a wide grin and nods.

“Good.” Zev'sonya leans back in her seat. “Now the only problem is that we have to wait two days before we can get to work on this.” She makes a face. “I can't believe you ate those worms.” “What?” Leo suddenly looks devastated. “But-”

“Your mouth is not getting anywhere near me with worm-breath.”

“I brushed my teeth! Twice!”

“I don't care! Worm-breath!”

“Zev!” “WORM-BREATH!”

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #the one-shots start coming and they don't stop coming #one-shot #Found family #Leo aka Leave-it #Mose the Hutt #Zev'sonya

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shivunin · 10 months

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For the character meme, you know I gotta do Zevran but is it cheating to say Wen and Revka too??

hehehehe well it works out cus I wanted to do Zev c: I did my best with Wen, but I think it's a little fuzzy when she's mine.

(Character Ask thing)

Zevran:

First impression: Ohhhh this is the elf guy! The one everyone is always talking about! ...wait, hold up, I think I just killed him 😬 am I supposed to be able to do that???

Impression now: My fucked up assassin beloved. I have tried to romance others but I was always thinkin bout you. Also:

Favorite moment: "You don't want the earring, you don't get the earring." Lol. But actually, I think the moment during the confrontation with Taliesen where he chooses to defend the Warden is extremely well-written. There is such a genuine regret in his voice when he accepts that telling Taliesen no means that he will have to kill him, and it makes me wonder so much about what the two of them were like before.

Idea for a story: I have literally two whole pages in my fic idea book for Zev haha. But two favorites I haven't started yet are one where Wen is passing judgment as the Arlessa and he is just hanging out behind her throne (ostensibly as a bodyguard) making snarky remarks between hearings so she doesn't snap. Also, a time loop fic, but the concept is still vague (shhh don't look at me holding onto my "one half of the pair watches the other one die a bunch" trope again)

Unpopular opinion: this is technically an opinion on the fandom, and I think others have said it better, but the way people make Zev hypersexual all the time/the way people write and draw him a sex object makes me really uncomfortable. There is an element of the "sexy Latin lover" stereotype in his writing that I...don't think a large section of the fandom is really interested in unpacking or understanding. I think his relationship with sex is actually really fascinating and sad (I wrote my Salshira before I knew much about Zev, but the two of them have a lot in common with the way they feel about/act toward intimacy despite having very different backgrounds) but I don't think it's as clear-cut as "Zevran has a very high libido and constantly wants sex/wants to seduce people." (I wrote like....two more paragraphs of this but I will leave it there I think haha. I don't want to go too hard too early here and I have so many thoughts.)

Favorite relationship: Alistair? It's hard to choose because I think Zev has really interesting dialogue with most of them, but I especially enjoy the dynamic between Zev and Alistair. They have such drastically different views of the world and I think (biased because I always romance him but) Alistair's dialogue with him if the Warden is romancing Zev says a lot about both of them. I also enjoy Leliana and Zev (I like that she is just. not really here for his nonsense) but he and Alistair make me laugh more c:

Favorite headcanon: I feel like they all just flew out of my head. Oops. I do like the headcanon that Zev gives at least some of the others tattoos/he did some of his own tattoos. I think it could be a really interesting thing about reclaiming bodily autonomy for Zev to tattoo himself. Also that he's a bottle blond (but I'm weak for fanart of Zev w dark hair).

Arianwen:

First impression: I first knew who she was going to be when I played through the very beginning of the origin. She was covered in that poor girl's blood and I thought "oh I would snap. All these assholes are dead" and the rest is history!

Impression now: My sweet, murderous baby girl. She is allowed to kill whomever she wants, as a treat.

Favorite moment: Hmm I haven't posted it, but there's a moment when she wakes up with Zevran for the first time (well into their relationship) and she realizes that she...actually wants to live. That she likes being alive, and that she likes that he's a part of her life, and that she doesn't want to have already died anymore. And I think it's really lovely (especially when she continues to be like "But We Don't Have Time to Unpack All of That" for several months)

Idea for a story: Again, so many lol. My favorite unwritten one is her battle with Loghain, because I think choosing to fight him is a turning point for her.

Unpopular opinion: Uhhhhh.....I think by virtue of her being mine, all of my Wen opinions are popular opinions. I guess: it's fucked up that she can't write to her family and tell them she didn't die at Ostagar, because I think at minimum she would have told Shianni. Alas, I also like the idea of them holding a funeral for her, so it will just have to remain fucked up.

Favorite relationship: Torn bw her and Ali and her and Morrigan. Haven't shared any of the latter, but I like their "we are going to sit in complete silence and that is fine with both of us" early-game vibes. Wen misses Morrigan a lot when she takes off, and I think the intensity of the loss took her by surprise.

Favorite headcanon: It's all headcanon c: But I think she visits Soris a lot after he leaves the alienage and she is just the Cool Aunt to his many children. It's one of the few places she is only herself, not the Hero of Ferelden or the Arlessa or anything else. She teaches them how to pick locks and fight, of course, to Soris's chagrin (though he comes to admit it's practical in time)

Revka:

First impression: Oooh pretty! 👀

Impression now: I am holding her gently in my hands, absolute wife material, nobody talk to me

Favorite moment: Her tearing through the Circle Tower to find Ceral is *chef's kiss* one of my favorite tropes! I love how much she loves him.

Idea for a story: Wen and Rev begrudgingly trading off Warden-Commander duties. I think it would be funny and they could always try to bribe each other to get out of things, which offers an absolute wealth of story opportunities.

Unpopular opinion: hmmmm I feel like this doesn't apply?

Favorite relationship: I haven't seen much of her dynamic with the rest of the party, but I like the dynamic you've built between her and Ceral (and of course Wen and Revka's friends to lovers pining thing in our throuple au, but it felt like cheating to say so first c:)

Favorite headcanon: Secret bookshelf room with all her smut in Vigil's Keep. Secret smut library with nice comfy couch and nice convenient fireplace.

#i killed zev so fast in that first fight cus i thought there would be a cutscene when he got to half health #which is why i have written that scene as wen just like. flicking him aside and him laying dazed against a cart #just like rendering the killing blow on everyone the others have begun to fight like 'huh. well. here we are i guess.'#revka tabris #arianwen tabris #ask response #oc ask response #sorry this took so long lol i had to think more than i expected #lilou please give revka a secret me time library where nobody bothers her (except maybe zev. or wen)#da fandom critical #fandom critical #just to be safe

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I'm assuming the Zevran cameo in DA2 went differently in your head? Has Anders ever met Minerva's hubby before this?

i don’t know how differently it would have played!

i think the main difference is intention rather than what actually happens in the cameo. in that, come on, if you think abt it, i think it’s incredibly unlikely this worldstate’s zevran just happened to end up in kirkwall at a time like that. oh and he just happened to draw the champion of kirkwall out, test his skill, see who he fights with, and see how he responds to elves and a simple moral question. much like delilah howe just happened to be in kirkwall and go to the champion, specifically, for help with a grey warden doing a regular grey warden expedition. i don’t imagine the situation in kirkwall is super clear to outsiders; hawke is sharing power with meredith, after all. if minerva is at least politically in league with alistair, which i would say she is here, that’s three sets of eyes to see how the champion acts in different situations and, more personally, what’s the fucking deal with anders. i wouldn’t put any of that past minerva to be arranging from a distance

that’s me reading those quests as they are. there’s also the idea that there was more active conspiracy and varric is maybe cutting some stuff out for cassandra’s benefit. or, you know, maybe keir and varric didn’t know at all! 90% of anders’ entire mage underground plot happens outside of hawke’s canon involvement—there’s an entire group of people we never meet—so it could be that minerva’s people are getting the lay of the land and only after that are one or other of them getting in contact with anders, and by that i mean anders specifically. there’s one (1) person in this party minerva is extending any modicum of trust and allegiance to and it’s not hawke. it would be up to anders whether to involve hawke and he generally refuses to do that

anyway that’s all over complicated. you know, i’m not sure anders DID meet zevran in the context of vigil’s keep. i have written dialogue bits for anders and minerva about zevran, and also one of my oldest snippets of the duckling wardens is essentially the comedy skit of what zev’s introduction to them might look like, but the logistics are that anders was only there for six months at best and it’s a long way to antiva and back. possibly i will allow it just bc the potential interactions are so so funny

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authoruio · 1 year

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Miren Lockhart SSR Birthday Boy!

"Ah! Ah! It's my special day! You're invited and I personally cooked my feast, I promise, they won't be spicy!"

November 10, the day where Miren is most unrestricted, and where he rules the day! Happy birthday Miren and/or @gluttoniscalamity (Night)!

Any wishes and gifts are welcome (in my inbox and apparently not on nights because shy boy :D) I'll try my best to draw a response!

Voicelines

Birthday Login Message

“Heya~ Surprised that I'm inviting you? Err, Well, Crowley doesn't really know about my birthday so I am hosting one myself. Noona and Ao-ku helped. Come to my birthday party later and have fun, alright?”

Summon

“Celebration isn't really my thing but everyone's here to celebrate with me.”

“Wow. Uhh, this is the first time that a lot of people are willing to celebrate my birthday with me. All I can say is, nice! Thank you for coming! Happiness is really radiating here now!”

Groovy

“Celebrating my birthday in this world is not so bad after all. 자, 노래하자! (Come on, let's sing!)”

Set Home

“좋은 시간을 보내자! (Let's have a good time!) Gwek! I'm wearing the rosette wrong!?”

Home Idle 1

“Trey gave me a book for baking... I wonder what more sweets I can make that's from here.”

Home Idle 2

“Cater offered a competition who can eat the spicy best, is he a fool? Of course I can!”

Home Idle 3

“Wow, everyone coming to celebrate with me, how fun!”

Home Login

“당신의 생일 소원, 나는 그것을 기억할 것입니다. (Your birthday wish, I will remember it.) Thank you very much.”

Home Idle Groovy

“Do you have anything you want to eat? If its not on the menu, you can say it to me and I will be more than happy to cook it for you!”

Home Tap 1

“Jiyoon-noona and Schoenheit-shi gave me a tailored uniform, don't ask me how, I don't know too. But I think Crewel-seonsaengnim was part of this.”

Home Tap 2

“Shh, don't let Crowley know that my birthday is today, actually, don't let any of the teachers know of my birthday. ...Oh, they already know excluding Crowley? Kek, good.”

Home Tap 3

“Nothing can beat the special feeling of being gifted. It feels warm. Is this why noona always make and gift people? To give the warm feeling?”

Home Tap 4

“I wonder if Zev was here, is he going to go blatant fancy party for me? Ugh, imagining it gives me the creeps.”

Home Tap 5

“Ruggie's being nice today, not stealing any of my favorite thank god-- wait he's stealing the cookies?”

Home Tap Groovy

“I'd be happy to eat the cake with you, if you need more, you can have more!”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY #fuvjzhgudshgudshg #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #happy birthday!#Glutton Miren #◦❧ ui arts

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mikilavellan · 3 months

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Zevran Playlist Song #4

As Long as I Know I'm Getting Paid by Patrick Stump

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I have brought so many gold bars to Zevran it's not even funny, so the "that's the way I want to be saved" hit for me. He's getting freedom through financial mobility!

I'll believe whatever you say As long as I know I'm getting paid I'll swear upon my mother's grave I'll swear at heaven, saints be praised I'll put my hand to book and pray As long as I know I am getting paid That's the way I want to be saved As long as I know I'm getting paid Whatever my word is worth in trade As long as I know I'm getting paid Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money

//it's absolutely easier for Zev to say that his biggest motivator is money, materialism, or pleasure because that doesn't involve vulnerability and is easily granted by the other party. They are also transactional favors easily repaid if Zevran needs to back out of the situation, which being indebted to the crows taught him to do.///

Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money I'll lay to rest, the bed is made As long as I know I'm getting paid In this life that matters more than death I'll follow till my dying breath And whatever crap you may decree //not SUPER related to Zevran but allow me to draw your attention to that breathy delivery of crap// As long as I know you're paying me That's the way I want to be saved As long as I know I'm getting paid Whatever my word is worth in trade //isn't much but it convinced me not to kill him lmao// As long as I know I'm getting paid As long as I know I'm getting paid When the devil shivers off the dust With welcome breath an acrid gust I'll shake the hand the Lord forbade //it's not like he has a choice of who to work for he might as well enjoy the benefits he reaps// As long as I know I'm getting paid Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money Money, money I'm empty, fill me with some money And that's the way I want to be saved As long as I know I'm getting paid Whatever my word is worth in trade As long as I know I'm getting paid That's the way I want to be saved As long as I know I'm getting paid Whatever my word is worth in trade As long as I know I'm getting paid

TLDR Music industry and the crows got some similarities

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#dragon age #dragon age origins #zevran ariani #dragon age zevran #zevran #knife wife #knife wife playlist #patrick stump #is patrick stump okay #Youtube

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transprincecaspian · 1 year

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How does the relationship between Zev and Mahanon properly start? Who tells who they love them first and what does the other make of it? What do the others around camp make of them as a couple?

ohhh boy do I love to talk about these two (*has barely discussed their relationship on main ever)

Their relationship actually gets off to a really rocky start! And that’s despite the whole, yknow, assassin hired to kill him thing. Zevran (who I have explained in a previous post seems to react from a place of trauma with his hypersexual responses to the Warden), comes on really strong at first in an attempt to endear himself to Mahanon (aka not kill him). Mahanon is… quite repulsed by this at first.

Things are tense between them until Zevran clues in and, rebuffed, draws back. They’re awkwardly dancing around each other until Zevran tries to open up with stories from Antiva and Mahanon gets a chance to see more of his genuine side! Once that dynamic shifts, it’s like they click into place at each others’ side. Soon they can’t shut UP around each other—between Zevran’s witty banter and Mahanon’s dry deadpan, they’re constantly feeding off of each other. At night at camp, they’re up the latest swapping stories that get more and more revealing and intimate before they drag themselves off to bed. Always separate and always alone; Mahanon still shies away from his touch, and Zevran understands the silent boundary that’s been drawn. (Eventually he comes to hear the story as to why that is. It’s not one unfamiliar. It’s saddening all the same).

The rest of the companions can definitely tell that there’s something BETWEEN them, but their defensiveness and their lack of physical intimacy doesn’t give them much to go off of for a while. There’s a moment where Mahanon, coming down off of a reaver-induced blood frenzy, worries that he’s pushed everyone too far. Zevran doesn’t say “I love you”, then, but what he says means the same thing. “I’m not afraid of you.” They do share a kiss but not a night.

And they aren’t afraid of each other; that’s the thing about their relationship. Zevran loves Mahanon because of his tenacity, because of his righteous anger, because he’s willing to do whatever he has to do to reach his goals. Mahanon loves Zevran because he doesn’t have to fear judgment from him—not for the decisions he makes as a Warden, not for the things that he says or does, and certainly not for just being HIM trans. When Mahanon loses his reasoning for a moment and loses an eye because of it, Zevran takes his rightful place covering his blind spot; literally and figuratively. Their relationship is built on TRUST first and foremost.

It isn’t until after the Archdemon is killed and they’re both relieved to be alive that they actually consummate their relationship in any physical way, but that’s fine by them both. They don’t marry, but Zevran’s earring acts as a promise between them both that they don’t need anyone else anyways. Their commitment is born of their mutual trust and mutual love, not a shiny ring. It’s a quiet love that grows in the shadows of a weary world, like a small flower reaching out towards the sun. Nobody really saw it coming.

#this was so fun #oh my god anon I love you #I have so much to say about them #that went on LONG enough though #lmao #mahanon and zevran #zevranon #ask me abt my ocs fr fr #askbox #text post #mahanon tabris #dragon age origins #zevran arainai #bestie

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vacantvisage · 2 months

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i finally got a good portion of the intro to oathbound done (midquel/sequel to oathsworn). while i finally pick away at drawing again, here's a synopsis:

starts off in the underdark where Zevlor & the tiefilngs split up with Yuta & the party in Oathsworn, where Yuta & co. go into the Selunite temple.

It briefs a little character bonding and two fight scenes - the minotaurs and the duergar. I did not write about the myconids or grymforge.

as of current, after defeating the duergar in decrepit village, it skips to Last Light Inn with Yuta finding Raphael and Mol. This includes a bit of a flashback scene of Yuta & Raphael meeting for the first time.

I time skip from Last Light to Rivington.

I have planned a brief scene from Yuta's perspective of waiting in Rivington up to meeting with Zevlor again after Zev brought the colony survivors to Baldur's Gate.

I haven't decided yet but I might include a brief scene about attacking Moonrise Towers & Ketheric. I actually quite enjoy fight scenes.....

I'm not sure if I want to really bother writing anything else about Act 2, though. I'll be honest, it was one of my least favorite areas but if anyone's interested in Yuta & party dealing with Yurgir, Balthezar, Nightsong, or the Thorms, I can give it a go.

After that, the bulk of "new" story finally starts with Zevlor & Yuta exploring the murder at the Open hand temple which I turned into a deeper tiefling murder plot. Zevlor goes on his own for some investigations, fluff & bonding w Yuta in between, and Yuta & co. follow the other half of the tiefling murder plot in baldur's gate.

It's all over the place, I cannot for the life of me write "in order" I always write what comes to mind then just go back in and fill the gaps. I'll try to write a little bit more before I finally start posting chapters.

#wip wednesday #kind of #well. its 30 mintues til but still

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kamoegoi · 9 months

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hello i came back from playing my local store championship last night the format was modern and i dont play that format but the modern burn deck has a lot of cards in common wit the pioneer burn deck so we shuffled some cards around and were off to the races.

so the thing to know about me is that th emajority of my collection was from when i was like 10 and drafted every friday night as a kid and played vintage on tuesdays with the burn and stompy decks i built with my winnings from draft. so funnily enough, i actually own blood stained mires and sacred foundries and over time ive bene building up more of the red/white lands so i can eventually try either the convoke or heroic decks in pioneer, but i havent tracked down any of the actual white cards yet. it didnt make sense to splash white in my list for modern without any boros charms or literally any of the sideboard tools (good or otherwise) so i just put my searing bloods into the boros charm slot and left in eidolons. people love resolving ragavan and scam has plenty of things to searing blaze/blood. this will be great.

round 1 - eldrazi tron

reader all of their creatures are bigger than searing blaze/blood and my eidolons are actually just 2/2s that hurt me. i do not own blood moons, so i bring in smash to smithereens for the inevitable chalices and i bring in the kari zev expertises that i thought would be funny to resolve against murktide. in game 2 i manage to shoot my opponent down to single bolt range, but i forgot that karn can animate the one ring, so my opponent untaps and beats me to death with their ring. womp womp. game 1 i definitely had a chance to win, but i popped my only mire early to double spell, trapping a searing blaze in my hand. i died with that searing blaze in hand, facing down an opponent with a lot of eldrazi in play and 3 life. lesson learned. 0-1

round 2 - boros burn

seems like a nice guy! i stuff him game one with the good ol 7 bolts gameplan and game 2 he gets a little ahead on board against me, so i have to start blocking. my block buys me the turn i need to suspend two rift bolts with him at 12 and me with two more castable bolts in hand for when i untap. i am on 6 bececause of my very inspired choice to leave ramunap ruins in the deck in lieu of the horizon lands i dont own. opponent is only able to suspend a single rift bolt for his turn. i untap and burn him down. opponent saw 0 of his sideboard pieces. i had 0 sideboard pieces to put in. thats magic. 1-1

round 3 - boros burn

i know this opponent! we've drafted at a differet store in the city! anyways he kicks the ever loving shit out of me. this guy is a Burn Player. my last opponent also said he has been a burn player for years, but his deck didnt give him the opportuinity to leverage that experience it seems like. but r3 opponent? he knew when he was free to start shocking his lands in and he held back his creatures when he realized i was playing so many searing bloods/blazes so that i would be able to use all my mana efficiently and all of his turns seems perfect. absolutely stomped. 1-2

round 4- eldrazi tron (how???????)

i also know this opponent! i have like the worst record against this guy. i do what i can, but my bloods/blazes are poorly positioned against even his higher creature desnity version of this deck. he manages to chalice on 1 and 2 in game 2 and my only out is to draw my second copy of kari zevs expertise (drew the first one and used it to attack for lethal that made him trade his stolen thoughtknot seer with his other thoughtknot seer) and for him to resolve a 4 power creature or better that isnt thoughtknot seer, unless i am still in top deck mode wherein he has to play the seer AND THEN i draw expertise off the top the turn after. i was also playing extra mountains instead of sving them for blazes because he had shown me an ulamog in game 1 so i stayed on 4 lands with extra lands in my hand so that if he resolved ulamog, i could play my 3rd land and kari zev immediately if the opportunity presents itself. all of this was while he had an unopposed matter reshaper in play, so i had 4 turns to find the last copy of a card in my deck with about 40 cards left. my opponent even cast an ulamog for the style points so the stars were aligned. reader, they were not that aligned. 1-3

hey what can you do. it was nice getting a lot of opponents i recognized and the event was only 4 rounds (great turnout for modern!!!) so it was way less stressful. bummed i didnt manage to pull down one of those new eidolon promos but hey what can you do. i went in with a janky list and all of the games were p fun in spite of that so no complaints. honestly i spent the majority of the night talking to this guy who had shown up to ask about how to play magic actually, so i tried to be as good as a teacher as i could under the circumstances. in-between rounds he actually brought back a custard bun for me (because i was being so helpful i guess?) from the chinese bakery nearby which was very sweet of him

#personal ramblings #oh apparently my r2 is a known cheater locally #lotta good it did him lmao

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bluerose5 · 2 years

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A Sight to Behold

Every morning that he awoke in Zevran’s arms, all Darrian could think about was how lucky he was.

Even if Zevran wouldn't ever see it that way, Darrian couldn't help but to admire everything about him. Of course, he would like to think that their attraction to each other went beyond the mere physical, but Darrian had to admit that Zevran’s beauty was undeniable.

Even more so when the morning light was trickling into their tent.

Dust motes danced in the air around them while they rested. Wildlife rustled through the forests surrounding their campground, birds soon chirping out the first notes of their songs.

The sharp smell of smoke and firewood mingled with the scent of leather, always a welcome one with Zevran involved.

He was definitely a sight to behold after a night plagued with incessant whispers and terror-filled nightmares.

Taking a few deep breaths, Darrian waited for his racing heart to slow.

Then, he reached out.

Tentative fingertips traced along the now-familiar outline of Zevran’s face, committing every last detail to memory. He caressed the curve of his tattoo, admired the angle of his jaw, and outlined the shape of his lips.

Everything about him, from the moment they met, always managed to draw Darrian in. He was helpless, unable to resist.

Whatever spell Zevran had on him, he didn't want it to ever end.

Warm skin lay bare before him. Every dip and curve was pressed flush against him, their legs tangled beneath their flimsy blanket.

Darrian thought it unnecessary, but he didn't want Zevran catching cold either.

Apparently, such discomforts had a tendency to dampen the mood.

Smiling softly to himself, Darrian continued to tail his fingers along Zevran’s face. From there, he ventured on, exploring his jaw and then his throat. And after that, his shoulders and his back.

When Darrian wrapped an arm around his waist and reeled Zevran in, he felt Zev shift against him, blonde hair splayed out all over their bedroll.

"Ugh." Zevran groaned, burying his face into Darrian’s throat to shield him from the intruding sunlight. "My dear Warden, not that I mean to interrupt whatever it is that you are doing, but why are you up at these dreadful hours?"

Darrian snorted at that.

"Zev, it's morning."

"It's early," Zevran countered, clinging to him tightly. "Much too early to be awake right now."

"Mm-hmm..." Darrian hummed in response. "On the contrary, it's never too early to wake up and admire your beauty."

"Aha! So that is what you were doing." He considered that, then shrugged. "It is to be expected, I guess. You always did have trouble resisting my witty charm and dashing good looks."

"Guess I can't argue with that," Darrian sighed.

He quickly flipped them over without warning, straddling Zevran's hips with a coy smirk.

Bracing his hands on Zevran's chest, the tip of Darrian’s ears warmed, flushed with color just like his cheeks.

He stared down at Zevran, drawing idle patterns along his skin.

"You know, some days I still wonder if this isn't all some elaborate trick." Darrian leaned in to kiss a mole upon his collarbone. When his lips sought out another, Zevran squirmed beneath him. "You seduce me, bring me to your bed—"

"Technically, this is your bed," Zevran corrected, "or lack thereof."

Darrian continued, ignoring the interruption entirely.

"You lure me into a false sense of security until I let my guard down, and then next thing I know, you strike."

Within the blink of an eye, Darrian swooped in and stole a peck.

Zevran scrunched up his nose and stuck out his tongue, feigning disgust.

"Blech," he said, giving an exaggerated shudder. "Morning breath. Yuck."

Darrian glared.

Before he could retort, Zevran cut him off.

"As for 'waiting for my moment to strike,' why should I even bother?" He shrugged, nonchalant. "It wouldn't be beneficial to anyone —myself included— to kill off one of the few Grey Wardens who can actually stop the Blight." Of course, that was only one of the many reasons in favor of keeping Darrian alive. "Plus, I'll not deny it." He eyed Darrian boldly, not even trying to hide his appreciative gaze. "There are certain... benefits to keeping my dear Warden around."

"Oh?" Raising his eyebrow at him, Darrian stretched out on top of Zevran, resting his forehead against his. "And what 'benefits' might those be?"

With his hair forming a curtain around their faces, shielding them from view from the outside world, Darrian’s nose bumped teasingly against Zevran’s.

They both smiled, casting fleeting glances to each other's lips.

"You know," Zevran hummed, "I think that I would rather show you."

"Is that so?" Darrian chuckled. "Bad breath and all?"

"Bad breath and all."

When Darrian shook his head at his antics, Zevran closed the distance between their lips yet again. Warmth blossomed between them, nurtured by their affection.

By the time they broke the kiss, they both pulled away, breathless and panting. Reluctantly, they parted, only for one of them to drag the other back in, some kisses gentler or more passionate than others.

"We really should, um..." Darrian trailed off, distracted by the feel of Zevran’s lips upon his skin.

When Zev delivered a playful nip to Darrian’s earlobe, a shiver shot down Darrian's spine.

"We really should...?"

The moment Zevran fell silent, awaiting his command, Darrian struggled to string together enough words to form a coherent sentence.

"We, uh—" When Zevran rolled them over, Darrian swallowed thickly. Zevran's weight settled down upon him, his hips slotted between Darrian’s parted legs. Darrian could feel every line of his body pressed against his own, savoring their close proximity. "We should probably get ready for the day, you know."

Zevran groaned in protest.

"Do we truly have to?" he asked. "I would much rather stay here for as long as possible with you in my arms."

Darrian melted beneath him. His heart raced with a vengeance.

"I would love nothing more than to lay around in my tent with you all day," Darrian stated.

Zevran grumbled, "I feel a 'but' coming on."

"But..." Darrian smiled sadly. "There's a world out there that needs to be saved, and we have much on our agenda to do before nightfall."

"Of course." Plopping over onto his back, Zevran laid down at Darrian’s side. He angled his face to look him in the eyes, pouting as he did so. "Leave it to you to be the responsible one."

Darrian snorted.

"Someone has to be," he said.

Nevertheless, their hands soon found one another, interlocking their fingers between them.

Darrian stroked his thumb along the back of Zevran’s hand.

"After we're done with our business for the day, I'll make it up to you," Darrian said.

"You promise?" Zevran asked.

"I promise."

"Hmph." Zevran thought it over. "I suppose that will have to do."

With a roll of his eyes, Darrian laughed, Zevran joining in as well.

Eventually, they started to beam at each other within the confines of their tent.

It wasn't long before their gazes softened, both of them turning in tandem to stare at each other.

Zevran reached out first, and when he cupped Darrian’s cheek, the latter leaned eagerly into his touch.

His lashes fluttered, fanning out over his cheekbones when his eyes slid closed.

And when he finally opened them again, Darrian stared at Zevran as if he was a gift from the Maker himself.

He parted his lips in awe, nuzzling into Zevran’s palm.

"Hey, Zev," Darrian whispered.

"Yes, my dear Warden?"

"I know that I don't tell you this a lot, if at all," Darrian admitted, "but I just wanted you to know that I am really, really glad that I spared your life that day."

Zevran’s expression softened.

Unable to resist, he leaned in to seal their lips into a gentle kiss.

Once they separated, he confessed.

"As am I."

#dragon age #dragon age origins #zevran arainai #male warden #male tabris #darrian tabris #zevwarden #zevran x warden #zevran x tabris #bluerose writes #will post to ao3 later

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