#fergus cousland

[saltlordofold]

ye olde classic messy dao sketch dump which is how you know life is kicking my ass

[illusivesoul]

Knowing the lore of Rendon and Bryce makes the whole human noble origin hit different

[dragonageconfessions]

CONFESSION:

I was so happy to find out that there was a war table operation in Inquisition involving Fergus Cousland.

It's a little disappointing that none of the text changes if the Hero of Ferelden was his sibling, but I was still pleased to see Highever and the Couslands acknowledged outside the Human Noble origin in Origins.

I was even happier to see that it was one of the first war table operations you can do.

[harrycollins]

When Arl Rendon Howe's forces attacked Castle Cousland and murdered most of the Cousland family, the Hero of Ferelden escaped to safety with Warden-Commander Duncan, who then recruited him into the Order.

[it-holic]

Alistair Theirin/Thenia Cousland - their adolescent years.

[tahopo]

do you ever feel soooo emo

[loustica-lucia]

DAO/DAA — Fereldan Nobility

Fergus Cousland & Nathaniel Howe... 🏳️‍🌈👀

I dunno, I had insomnia and thought this was a cute ship and now it's canon in my World State lmao

Hair alt & original sketch

[phantabula-interactive]

I have accumulated enough WIPs over the course of a year or two I felt like I could dump some of them. My little warden commander

HOF hairstyle meme found here!

[sclappin]

A zine I'm contributing to has me thinking a lot about the Couslands, so I've been drawing Fergus and Oriana a bunch just to really get the feel for what they look like to me, because their in-game models look so much like multiple other NPCs.

[jjthebunbun]

A little swordplay among two brothers.

[Fergus and Laertes Cousland]

[lavenderstobins]

i’m thinking so much about amethyne from dragon age origins. her mother died at the cousland estate and nobody tells her. she’s always just waiting in denerim.

my cousland would want her to be safe and to be looked after. i think at first she’d consider adopting her alongside alistair, but the life of a warden is dangerous and the life of a monarch of ferelden is no better, particularly for an elven girl.

so i think fergus would take her in. after all, he lost his wife and child at highever, where she lost her mother. he wouldn’t be able to stand a little girl sitting and waiting for a mother who’ll never come home. she can’t be much older than oren had been, and that in particular grips his heart.

does it cause talk, and issues? obviously. the couslands are a powerful family, after all, and taking in an elven orphan is most unorthodox. but ultimately there’s nothing that could change the couslands’ minds.

[saltlordofold]

messy messy ✌️💕

[edenxrosey]

Aileana was the most annoying little sister ™️ ever. She spent a lot of time chasing Fergus and Nate around, begging them to let her play with them. They were obliging… mostly.

Some other lore bits:

- Aileana is 6 years younger than Fergus (8 for Nate). She somehow was often able to talk her way into being a part of their larking.

- Bryce was entirely too indulgent with his daughter. He allowed her most of whatever she asked for. This was often attending on hunting parties and training with the knights.

- When she was 6 Fergus got her hair caught in the well crank. In a panic, he cut her free with his knife. She has not cut her hair since and is dubious of well cranks.

- She gets violently seasick, much to her mother’s disappointment.

- Is best friends with her brother. Despite their age gap, they managed to get along swimmingly.

- Received her Mabari, Barkspawn, for her 16th birthday. The name was a joke at first, but it stuck.

- Had a MASSIVE crush on Ser Gilmore. One night on a hunting party she snuck away from camp. He followed her in hopes to convince her to return to camp. They ended up having to take shelter in a cave as a massive storm rolled in. The night ended in a kiss that was never spoken of again.

- Her full name is Aileana Muirne Cousland. Her middle name was her father’s grandmothers, who raised him alongside his widowed father.

- Collected “borrowed” spoons from noble dinner parties growing up. She eventually snuck them back as queen, feeling guilty for her past thefts.

- Spent a lot of time in the Highever chantry, per the guidance of her parents. She enjoyed the peace, but grew bored of the stillness.

[ooachilliaoo]

In All But Name - Brothers

“It will all take time to arrange,” Alistair said, poring over the figures littered across his desk. “If we can keep back some of this year’s harvest and next year’s is good, we should have enough to make generous gifts across the city and farmlands.”

“Or,” Teagan suggested, “and I hesitate to say this, given how long we’ve all been waiting for this very moment, but you could have a smaller affair.”

Alistair grinned. “Not a chance. Besides, we’ve all worked hard to make Ferelden prosperous after the blight, and the breach, and the mage rebellion, and the million other things that have tried to destroy or beggar us… It’s high time we all celebrated the fruits of our labours.”

“What a coincidence then that you should happen to get betrothed just as the country is prosperous enough to support such a lavish celebration!”

“Isn’t it? One might almost think it had been planned.”

“Was it though?” Teagan said quickly, immediately taking the opening he had given him. “Come on, Alistair, you’re betrothed to her. Now, surely, you can tell some of us the truth?”

Alistair adopted an air of nonchalance only because he knew it would annoy Teagan the most. “I don’t know what you are referring to.”

“Yes, you do, you little…”

“Careful,” he interrupted, unable to stop grinning broadly again. “Threatening a king is treason, you know.”

Teagan muttered something under his breath that might have sounded like ‘I wasn’t threatening the king, I was threatening an ass’ but Alistair chose to ignore it.

“So, you’ll see about saving the extra from the harvest?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” Teagan said, offering him an exaggerated bow along with the sarcasm.

“Good. Now, let us…”

But before they could return to planning the lavish celebrations that were to accompany the royal wedding – the size and scale of which all needed to be decided before an actual date could be set – they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Sorry,” Fergus said, poking his head into the room. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. But I think Ren mumbled something about you wanting to see me privately as soon as Elissa was out of the way?”

Alistair’s initial smile on seeing the man who had become one of his closest friends over the years quickly faded as he recalled his reason for asking Ren to send Fergus to him in confidence.

“I did,” he said, arranging the papers on his desk into a neat pile just to give his hands something to do. He’d found over the years that it was a particularly useful means of covering any inconvenient nervousness. “Thank you, Teagan. That will be all for now.”

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[harrycollins]

➔ DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS I REPLAY (3/?)

“Don’t worry son. You’ll get to see a sword up close real soon, I promise.”

[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.

---

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!"