#Warden Moon

[bamsara]

Been playing a lot of Minecraft recently so...take this DCA x Minecraft Crossover

Sun is the Blaze King over in the Nether and has a bunch of blazes as his little minions while Moon is straight up the Warden in the deep dark. I dunno where I'm going with this AU but it's been ingrained in my brain for a moment

[skizabaa]

PART 2 OF DCA x Minecraft Crossover: Warden Moon!

Part one is here: Blaze King Sun. Both Warden Moon and Blaze King Sun are inspired/based on this post! by @bamsara

Transferring Warden Moon in game went a lot smoother! (although there was a major initial texture error, but after a few tutorials it was an easy fix!) I did reuse Suns model as a base for Moons so whenever I can get Sun in game they should be about the same height!

Bonus gif of Warden Moon:

[almost-nostalgic]

Never fun to find a bigger fish, or spider, in your pond. @bamsara 's Warden Moon was also really fun to draw! It's a bit harder to translate designs that are centred on colour, when my style focuses on lines. Just makes for more of a push for creativity. It's 1am for me, so I'm going to bed.

He may look like a ferocious lion roaring, but it was a meow that turned into a squeak as he yawned. I feel that if I had a weaker heart, it would've imploded due to cuteness.

[eyenaku]

CELESTIAL WARDS SERIES

4 piece set consisting of Dusk Warden, Dawn Warden, Sun Ward, and Moon Ward.

Hand-sculpted ceramics (Dawn and Sun being mason-stained porcelain + Dusk and Moon being earthenware) with underglaze, slip, and luster accents (as well as minor post-fire additions). Click on their names to go to their individual posts for more details!

[ndostairlyrium]

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[vectorisheree]

3LAF SCULK GANG?

3laf skulk gang!!!!!!!

[ohshitsherry]

Did you guys miss him⁉️ The best-worst doctor in all of donmuska 🫵📺 (and the bad bitch he pulled (?) by being insane)

[moonlight-1108]

Dios!nadie me lo pidió y aún así lo hice,en fin…si no subo nada por ahora,tómenlo como un dibujo de halloween XDD

Esto nunca paso,fue producto de su mente :DD

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God, no one told me do it and I still did it, anyway… if I don't upload anything for now, take it as a Halloween drawing XDD

This never happened, it was a product of his mind :DD

[grismavessel]

The skrunklys

[arcanemoonstudio]

Warden for Newtia

[trainbrothersemmetandingo]

Reach

What are you doing there Emmet?

[dreadfutures]

Death is an Open Door | Dragon Age Fanfic

Rated: T | M!Mahariel & NB!Mahariel | Length: 8k, oneshot.

Art commissioned from @eldrtchmn.

Old Wardens told tales of long-gone companions and how they knew it was time to go. When hair thinned and nails grew sharp; when bone spurs sprouted or muscles began to hunch; when the eyes grew milky and the veins grew dark, and the light of the sun burned like the Maker’s wrath… that was when a Warden was a Warden no longer. Mahariel had never known old Wardens. Mahariel traveled at night.

A gift fic I wrote for @ammoniteflesh <3

Written for the annual Dragon Age Fan Fic (DAFF) discord server's April OC Swap. I was SO excited to receive Ghila to write a fic for and had to place my own Mahariel in stark contrast - and uncanny comparison - to Ghila's experience with the Blight, and vice versa.

We both commissioned @eldrtchmn for our ghoulish Wardens (above). Please keep an eye out for commission openings, and follow on all socials! No one does dark fantasy/souls better IMO.

[arendaes]

7!

Ok...in my defense this part is what I thought of first when I read the prompt was "Silent Fury". Unfortunately this led more to fluff than anything else 😅 Mild Dance of Masks spoilers below!

7. Silent Fury (Ariadne/Woljif, 821 words)

See that dent in his horn? That's my work.

The guard’s irksome brag rang in her head as Ariadne watched the crowd form around Woljif's stall. How often had her fingers run over that dent? How many times had she idly wondered which of his many mishaps had been the cause? Now that she knew the truth, she regretted she hadn’t thought to ask. It would’ve been better to hear it from his lips, rather than that horrid little man’s puffed up prideful boasting.

As she stood there, silently fuming, Woljif held up the crux of his con. A simple circle of iron, rusted over and indistinguishable from anything else one might find in a garbage heap. The tale Woljif spun around it was far-fetched, but he had the bravado, and personal history, to back it up. The skeptical looks of the guards - all of whom deserved a good fleecing, in her opinion - were slowly melting into awe as Woljif wove a tale of a magical artifact that could heal all their aches and ease all their woes.

But just as quickly as the grift came together, it all fell apart with a few well-placed words.

“You’re really ready to part with such a thing? To one of us? And to think, I didn’t think you’d change for the better…” It was the former warden, the only one she’d thought might have been slightly sympathetic, though Ariadne had still had to fight back laughter of her lover’s past antics.

“Change? Who? Me?” Woljif blinked at the woman several times. Even from her vantage point, Ariadne could see his fingers tighten around the chain link.

“Haven’t you? You’re offering us this rare and special item instead of keeping it for yourself.” The other guards nodded, though their focus seemed more directed at the artifact and less at the sentiment their fellow was expressing.

“Yeah, of course!” Woljif was trying his hardest to regain his composure, but it seemed to be a losing battle. He couldn’t bring himself to look his targets in the eyes anymore as he continued, “I’ve changed for the better, so I’m offering you this…this…”

He had no problems meeting her eyes across the alley. Damnit…why’d he have to look to her for moral guidance now? This was one of those times she would’ve been glad to see a scheme of his come to fruition, but judging by the look that had settled over his face, Woljif had decided he knew what her answer would be to his unspoken question.

“You know what? I’ll keep it for myself! You guards don’t deserve it!” And with that, Woljif threw the link into one of the many boxes stacked around him, then proceeded to loudly make a show of closing his stall. “Disperse! We’re closed! It’s all for me!”

Three of the guards mumbled discontentedly, glaring daggers at Woljif before wandering off. The warden, however, merely looked on with clear, bright eyes. When she saw Ariadne approach, she gave both of them a small, subtle nod. “You can’t fool me, Woljif Jefto. You’ve changed, for the better.” The ghost of a smile played on her lips as she turned and walked back in the direction of the square.

Woljif huffed, sheepish gaze sliding to her. “I dunno what came over me, Chief. I just…I just realized I didn’t hold a grudge against those fools anymore.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Ariadne asked, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt him bristle slightly, as he always did whenever she or Daeran roped him into a public display of affection. But it only took a moment for him to relax, one arm wrapping loosely around her as his other rubbed at his eyes.

“I guess. It’s just…what a good story I wasted on that piece of iron!”

“I know!” Ariadne giggled, debating if she should voice her next thought. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she added, “I was actually enjoying watching you swindle them, if I’m being honest. I wouldn’t have minded if you’d gone through with it. They deserved it.” She leaned back far enough to see his horns, running her fingers lightly along the dent there. She wondered if he even remembered it was one of the guards he’d just been talking to that gave it to him, or if that memory was lost in the sea of injustices big and small he’d faced at the hands of Kenabres’ city guard.

“Wait, seriously?” Feverish excitement lit up his eyes. “Well, let’s get ‘em back here! That old geezer was rubbing his back somethin’ fierce, and -”

“Moment’s passed. Let it go and accept you’re a better man for it.” Before he could protest, she leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. He melted into her, pulling her closer to him, all thoughts of cons and righteous retribution forgotten for the time being.

[eyenaku]

They’re all ready to get glazed :3

[sapphim]

Varric: Tell us about Starkhaven, Choir Boy. I'm sure we're all burning with curiosity about your far-away land. Sebastian: My far-away land? It's inland Free Marches, not on the moon. Varric: And here I was hoping…

Suddenly recontextualizing Varric's one-sided feud with Sebastian in light of this early banter. It's not just that Varric has an immediate psychosexual animosity towards the man that he is not going to unpack. He is also... being belligerently coastal elite about it.

[a-onceler-sideblog]

Merry Thneedmas and Happy New Year to @skellietoonz! Heres the Onceler celebrating the holidays with some of the other Tumblr Sexymen. :D