#warden!au

[ahshititsarobyn]

Apparently I just show my wife things and forget to show y’all too, here’s some more Warden!AU stuff whilst I continue to work on the proper stuff ((:<

Additional sketch + close ups under the cut

I haven’t drawn Gem much before so I did a few sketches to see how I wanted to draw her :3

[saphylee]

This is still a WIP but here’s some OC kisses featuring @lavellanlove‘s Avira and Talim

[lavellanlove]

(Grey Warden AU) Before she leaves Amaranthine, Beatrix gives Avira a dagger that her mother, Adaia Tabris, gave her: "Fang", a blade that supposedly has history back to the time of the Dales. . .

Avira’s gaze is fixed on the blade, drinking in every detail as Beatrix explains its past. She looks up to meet her idol’s pale eyes, only to find she is uncharacteristically incapable of finding the words, let alone masking how overcome with emotion she is. “I…don’t even know what to say. I have nothing I could possibly give you in return that would be worthy of such a gift. Are you sure you want me to have this?” With her assurance, Avira throws her arms around Beatrix in a tight hug. 

As she pulls back, she grips Fang tighter, as though through the indentations in the leather she can feel the legacy of all those who wielded it before her. “Perhaps the best thing I can offer is the promise that I will spend as many days as I have left trying to do it justice.” 

(re: OC Letters & Gifts)

[lavellanlove]

💭💭💭💭 The Three T's (Thel, Talim, Tam) and one Flower Child from Avi, if you're up for it <3

Thelrand: Creators, I am so proud of him. He has grown so much, and risen to every challenge laid before him. Not only has the Inquisition forged him into an even more formidable warrior, it has given him a chance to become the leader I always knew he could be. Our clan is lucky to have him. I am lucky to have him. Or at least, I was.

Talim: This man is oblivious. Either he is oblivious, or he is making a show of acting like it to try to dissuade me from paying attention to him. I don’t know if he is insecure, or out of practice, or thinks he is unworthy of someone caring about him, but I do. I see his simple gestures: the way he cares for the younger wardens, the thoughtful reverence he shows the fallen. That kind of gentle kindness is hard to come by. One of the Dalish wardens warned me about those scars, that they were the mark of an exile, but I am unafraid. Whoever he was, he’s a Warden now, and a man I would be proud to die alongside.

Tamralan: I don’t exaggerate when I say I don’t know where I would be without Tamralan. He has done so much for me, for Syla, for Thelrand, and for our clan.  I admire how readily he gives of his time, his energy, and his devotion. Gods, I don’t think there’s a selfish bone in that man’s body. I just hope he finds time to do some things solely for himself. He deserves that much, at least.

Sylathi: I wonder sometimes if Syla regrets having met me. She had such a clear, straight path ahead of her, one she took a lot of pride in. She seems happy now - anyone can see it - but it cost her so much. Her home. Her sense of community. And now, with what she and I are uncovering about the ancient elves, perhaps even her faith. I love her so much, and it breaks my heart to think that my desire to see her fulfilled has actually caused her pain.

(re:💭 OC thoughts meme)

[hawkearchive]

I want the K, Big Bird.

21: Then there’s tongue

Since Hawke doesn’t fancy being skinned alive by Amelia, I’m plonking this in the warden!Sparrow verse 8D [also she gon kill you for using that name >8I]

Bedtime came too quickly for the troupe. Weeks of trudging through trees, muddied fields and climbing hill after hill of the undulating lands of Ferelden had began to take their toll on the group. Celebration as they had reached Denerim had been a ruckus. To the tavern, most had shot, for a well deserved drink and relaxation. Even Morrigan had been convinced to come along, though she had spent most of the evening rolling her eyes at the antics of her companions.

Drink had flowed, games had been played, Oghren had passed out under the table and the companions had eventually gone their separate ways, each eager to experience an actual bed for the first time in weeks. It was fortunate, in Hawke’s eyes, that hers and Sparrow’s room had been placed near to one another’s, and the pair took to the stairs together. She had a question she had to ask, and she had a creative way she wanted to ask it.

Ever the lightweight, Sparrow leaned heavily into Hawke as they walked, and the rogue supported her mage friend right up to the door before pressing her against it, bending slightly, their faces a hair’s breadth apart. The action seemed to sober Sparrow enough that her eyes met Hawke’s steely greys as she felt the other woman’s breath against her lips.

"…Hawke! What are you doing?"

"I saw the way you looked at me when I kissed Leliana downstairs. Was there a hint of jealousy in those eyes, little bird?"

Sparrow could feel the warmth of Hawke’s lips as they seemed to approach her own and she stared wordlessly, unable to speak, unable to deny, unable to defend herself in any way. Instead, her lips parted but stopped when no words came out.

"It was only a game, little bird."

With that, her lips closed the meager distance that still separated them. The kiss was tentative at first, awaiting a reaction before she nibbled gently on Sparrow’s lower lip. Feeling no resistance, nor earning any retribution, she pressed herself against the elf, tongue slipping between her tiers to explore the woman’s mouth. It felt like it lasted an eternity, and they were breathless when they parted.

"Well, well, well." Another elf stood behind them and Hawke spun at the sound of the voice before smirking at Zevran.

"What, do you want in? Ladies only, my good man."