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[sacherali]

Zarrow

Wing-it commission done for EyeOfHorus789 over FA of their character Zarrow. A super fun one! Hopefully I can do similar things in the future! 

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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Zarrow Hian, 2023

[liamwilson1125theblog-blog]

Play with Zarrow Ace Fulton turns green tonight #zarrow #zarrowshuffle https://www.instagram.com/p/Bry8ZLghSFT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dcwz1s0ivxrc

[libbypaints]

Medieval Art - projects: castle pop up scenes, illuminated letters, king and queen portraits, dragon sculptures, shields

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Lost in Space - projects: rocket ship collages, astronaut watercolor and photo collage, space craft window collage, name aliens, alien water bottle sculpture, textured moon collage, space ship sculptures

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Crazy for Color - projects: painted cardboard cityscape collages, abstract circle paintings, native pottery inspired scratch art drawings, garden ink drawings, printed monarch butterflies, papier maché bird sculptures

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Animal Collages: African landscape sunset silhouettes, water animals tissue paper collage, bird masks, paper turtles, animal + self portrait photo collages, fish yard and sharpie drawings, yarn + oil pastel chinese dragons, textured porcupines

[dorreajude-blog]

Zarrow Oneshot #2 [Hard at Work]

“My, isn’t someone hard at work?” A melodic, mellow voice drifted into Zack Black’s private office.

Zack had been working an all-nighter in his office; purposely avoiding his friends due to the mysterious blackmailer known as “X”’s last threating letter. Looking up from his mountain of papers, Zack’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Carrow.

He really didn’t have time to mess around with the boy, stacks of work still had to be done and he was wound tightly like a bow string from all of the stress he had been under lately. Zack knew one wrong word and he’d probably rip someone’s throat out. Thus, he did his best to ignore the boy.

“Come, come, now. Is that anyway to treat your friend, darling?” Aimres laughed and sauntered over to where Zack was hard at work behind is large, wooden desk.

Zack’s eye twitched. Darling? That was a new one. Carrow had the most annoy habit of calling him endearing lover-like nicknames.

“We’re not friends. And don’t call me that.” He snapped at the violet eyed boy.

Carrow smirked.

“Hm,” he hummed, “does that mean we are something other than friends?” He sat on the edge of the desk right in front of Zack and stroked the boy’s chin with a single finger, gently tipping it upwards so he could see those dark, fiery eyes.

Exquisite.

Zack’s eyes held fires of irritation and defiance as he glared up at the boy, he pulled his chin away from Aimres’ grasp with a huff.

“I don’t have time for this.” The former Gryffindor intently stared at his paper work in front of him, clutching his quill so hard it might snap.

The Carrow heir frowned, he expected some sort of response other than dismissal.

Time to step it up a notch.

“Did you hear about the bet that Jude and I made recently?” He inspected his fingernails in a bored-like fashion.

Zack perked up at the sound of Jude, he remained silent and scribbled on his papers.

“Whoever can get into the Ravenclaw dorm wins. And the prize…” He paused and waited for Zack to look at him.

The boy glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “You’re mind.” Aimres grinned.

The Black heir snapped his quill in half.

“Excuse me?” He growled in a deep, low voice.

“Mh,” Carrow hummed, “It seems as though Jude doesn’t hold much regard for you for her to be using you in bets.” He taunted.

The healer stood up and slammed his hands on his desk, knocking his chair over.

“Get out.” Zack said coldly, his body trembling as he tried to control himself.

“Really now darling, no need to be so tense-”

“I said get out.” He said in a louder voice, clenching his fists tightly.

Aimres looked the boy up and down, licking his upper lip.

Delicious.

The boy’s reactions were just exquisite. Such raw emotions, it was fascinating.

He wanted more.

The next second Zack found himself pinned to the desk underneath Carrow’s lithe but sturdy boy, their faces a foot apart. Black eyes met violet in a fiery dance of danger, their breaths mixed, the air grew heavy and tense; each waited for the next to make the next move.

“I now own both your mind,” he let his hand trace the boy’s face, “your body,” the hand stroke down his throat, “and soon your heart will be mine.” His hand rested on Zacks chest, above his heart.

“My heart will never be yours.” Zack spat, glaring up at the boy.

“Maybe so, but,” Carrow stroked down the length of Zack’s chest, grinning as he felt the boy shudder beneath him, “that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with the other two, right?” He gave a smirk.

Zack gulped.

Thoughts flashed through the healers mind a mile a minute. Did Carrow count as one of the people he was supposed to avoid in the X note? This was Jude’s fiancé! But that really didn’t matter, right? He had been so stressed lately, he deserved a bit of fun…right?

Aimres cocked his head to the side and watched as thoughts flashed through the boy’s mind. He inched closer, his leg resting between Zacks and his other hand running finger through the boy’s dark, wavy hair. He leaned closer and whispered in the boy’s ear.

“What do you say, lover-boy?” Carrow purred.

Zack’s eyes dilated, his breath grew labored, he unconsciously licked his lips, and he gulped nervously.

Carrow took the boy’s body language as a ‘yes’.

He dove in to take his prize.