#Cousland origin

[haverdoodles]

the last of her name

— (mannon cousland)

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[edenxroseyposey]

Highever Has Fallen

[fishpuppyofficial]

I'm not ready to let go.

[beetnik-jay]

Lyassandra Cousland

[eshildora]

Only right to start off 2024 with dragon age women

[trashmouth-critter]

Queen of Ferelden, Evelynne Cousland

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We all know Alistair didn’t want to be king, but this woman was not about to pass the chance of ruling a country single-handedly while her husband sits in the back and sips hot chocolate. She might be a bitch, but at least she’s a powerful one now

[xytaes]

reference sheet for Allison! I love her so much 🥹

[wylldebee]

Just a reminder that the Couslands once fought werewolves in the past. Haelia Cousland became a Teyrna after rallying an army against werewolves. You can't tell me the Couslands didn't have trophies from Haelia's time safely tucked away somewhere and brought them out at parties. BONUS: Someone joked about how ironic it is that Bryce went and married someone called the Seawolf. Bryce joked Eleanor infected him with love. She kicked him off her ship and banned him for three days.

[harcove]

Replaying Cousland origin in DAO and it's reminding me how upset I was with Duncan/how much I felt angry with him in the origin lmao.

Like, I don't hate Duncan; I generally like him and his character despite how little we get of him in the game. But in the human noble origin in particular, I did not like him.

He won't recruit the human noble because your father does not want that, and Duncan respects that; sure. But, he decides to use your father dying to his advantage to recruit you in the end. I know the whole, 'grey wardens will do whatever they have to to stop the blight,' thing but this felt so fucking unnecessary and made me angry as fuck lmao.

Like, your father is there, dying on the floor, your home is burning, your nephew and sister-in-law are dead, and your father begs Duncan to get you and your mother out of there safely. And Duncan says "yeah sure, but I must ask for something in return-" and your father says, "anything" because he just wants his family safe. And Duncan pulls out the "what's happening here pales in comparison-" and asks basically to recruit you to the Wardens, which your father says he understands.

And, the best part? If you REFUSE to be a grey warden either way, Duncan will invoke the right of conscription on you; he never needed your fathers permission, he was going to do it no matter what. There was no need to create some sort of ultimatum for your father, or ask for a favour in return, "sure I can save them, but in return I would like this-" because he was going to do it ANYWAYS.

"Oh, but he was just being respectful-" no, he wasn't. He asked for something in return for saving two innocent people, and even that was empty because he will conscript you either way. Using your fathers desperation to get a yes was cruel in those moments and unnecessary. "Oh he's a grey warden-" yeah, he is, but he didn't have to do this. Especially when he uses the right of conscription on you if you say no either way.

He could have gotten you out safely after being asked to by your father, and then, when you were both out of there- asked you to become a Grey Warden. And if you said no, used the right of conscription on you. But no, he decides to use your father dying as some way to get empty permission for something he doesn't need permission for in the end. He makes an already hard situation even harder by giving a dying man some sort of "favour for a favour" ultimatum to save his child, when the permission he's given because your father is desperate, means nothing.

Sorry, this just- always made me feel so upset lmao.

[nurabelmax]

Marisol for @lave_llan

[dragonagechaos]

Their love language is making fun of each other and sarcasm

[haverdoodles]

The Last Cousland

— (Mannon)

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[she/her]

[edenxroseyposey]

Misc moments w/ my beloved Warden, Aileana <3

[fire-and-sparks]

I love you Couslands! I love you Starks! I love you Rocks! I love you families who were so generous and honorable they couldn’t ever imagine betrayal! I love you children who triumphed anyway bc you were raised to be brave and good!

[belljanuary]

tested my new brush pack and drew my babyyyy

[heylavellan]

Hi!!! Happy Friday 💕 Would No. 3 from the fwb prompts work for Ser Gilmore x Cousland? (A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with)

bwah, just realised i forgor to post this last night!! this was so fun to write, just imagining a cheeky cousland slipping away with gilmore and the consequences of that. read under the cut!

(using ramsay cousland, who is genderfluid and uses any pronouns!)

rating: m

words: 694

tags: morning after sex, scratches from sex, bite marks, secret relationship, pre-da:o, genderfluid cousland

part of @dadrunkwriting

"Shit, that was good," Ramsay whined, stretching out now that they were finally disentangled.

Roderick had his back to them, which was perfectly fine because they could admire their handiwork there. Scratches, bites, bruises. He looked pretty all marked up for them. They whistled at him, just to make sure he knew.

He laughed with a huff, before sorting out their clothes. "It better have been. I take pride in my work. My service," he commented, tossing a lacy pair of smalls onto their thighs.

They sat up after they tugged them on. "As you should Ser Gilmore. At least I appreciate your services to Highever," they teased, swiping the tunics off the ground. They tossed one over to Roderick and put the other one on.

"Well, I'm as ever at your service Lady Ramsay," he replied, bowing in an excessive fashion. He'd already tugged on his leggings and was starting to strap on his armour.

"I like marking you up," he added in a husky voice. "Doubt that anyone gets to see it besides me. But it lets anyone else know that you have been thoroughly enjoyed."

Ramsay was glad they were sitting down, lacing up their boots. If they were standing, they expected they would become fast friends with the floor. So instead, they blushed and pretended he hadn't said that.

Before the two set off, they shared a few more kisses. "Find my room tonight? I'm not done with you," Ramsay whispered between kisses.

"For you, my lord? Anything," he murmured in response, placing one last kiss on their lips. He slipped off first, heading back to his shift.

Ramsay slipped out a few minutes later, pretending they had full control of their senses again.

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Today was a quiet reading day for Ramsay. Father was busy hearing from his arls and banns, while Fergus was taking care of logistics. Since Mother was visiting a friend, it left Ramsay to their own devices.

Deep into a saucy book about dragon hunters, they heard someone at the door to Grandfather's study. They should look like they were doing work, but they figured the other person would be more embarrassed than them.

Of course, Ser Gilmore was escorting their brother to find them. His eyes were fixed on their neck, where a small hickey peaked out from their tunic.

"There's my favourite sibling!" announced Fergus. Ramsay threw a nearby wad of paper at Fergus.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm your only sibling asshole," they retorted, standing up and stretching. They felt their tunic drag up and expose skin they knew was all marked up from Roderick earlier.

Any hope their imp of a brother hadn't seen were dashed when he started snickering. "Looks like someone's been enjoying themself recently," he teased, gesturing to their waist.

As confident as they were, they had little desire to tell their brother about their sex life. Especially considering the man warming their bed had escorted Fergus here. They glanced at Gilmore, who was smirking, waiting to see how Ramsay would respond.

"I don't ask what you and Oriana get up to," they responded, tugging their shirt down.

"Yeah, but she's my wife. Everyone knows you've been rejecting proposals for years," he responded, reaching over. He managed to get his finger in their shirt collar and tug it down, revealing a plethora of hickeys.

"You ass!" Ramsay hissed, swatting his hand away. Then, they looked up and made eye contact with Ser Gilmore. "Look, it's fine. He takes good care of me and makes me feel good. That's all you need to know."

Ser Gilmore's smirk softened into a smile, adjusting himself in his armour. A bit like a bird, in that moment. Preening. He was preening.

"Well, good for you whelp. Just, don't make any children because I really don't want to explain that to Mother and Father," Fergus responded, raising up his hands and backing out of the room.

Both Ramsay and Roderick were blushing messes. Ramsay returned to their book, squirming at the fact they had been caught. But their frown quickly warped into a smile when they heard a shout from down the hall.

"RODERICK, YOU DOG!"