#king-of-ferelden

[paragonraptors]

for science (because im curious)

if you have more than one worldstate, pick for the one you consider your "main"/"canon" worldstate or the one you plan to use first for da4! also feel free to lay out your reasoning in the tags gushing about your dragon age runs is accepted and encouraged here.

[haharuspex]

shout out to, like, 5 other people in the entire dragon age community who main aeducans + kill their stupid ass brother trian

anyway my floki aeducan :) she's an ass a rogue and a bastard (literally)

[arlathen]

inquisition's puddle-deep fetch quests and twenty-four-hour wait time war table missions are generally not. awesome game design. BUT one thing they did accomplish, ironically, was adding a lot of depth to the world via so many little background stories that you could completely ignore -- but that were there if you wanted to engage. like you were on this critical path but there were lives happening around you and you could find little traces of them. and with the war table, you got a snapshot of the political landscape beyond the important stuff that the inquisitor got dragged into. i dunno, i almost miss it. it feels like the closest we got were the inquisitor's letters.

[kiivg]

.King’s Council.

[silent-words]

I know that l'm not a politically astute Dragon Age player. When I was presented with a chance to make my (Inquisitor's) boyfriend a leader of the country, I took it. I was giggling and kicking my legs, I was so happy that I can do it. Screw all the narrative that says "oh bad Dorian wants to manipulate and kill someone". I wanted my charming mage to be the Archon.

Pretty much the same reasons I had when I made Alistair the King of Ferelden. Because he was my (Warden's) boyfriend, and I could make him king. In DAO, though, no one was saying "he will be a bad king". The game wasn't implying it.

"I want my little cinnamon roll to rule the country" should be a valid reason for an in-game choice.

[thewardenisonthecase]

Four Years

Alistair x F!Cousland

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Summary: Alistair writes a letter to his love.

A/N: this is based on the @loveofdragonage prompt of A Lifetime of Devotion.

word count: 803

Today marked four years since Anneliese had gone out to look for a cure. 

“I won’t be long gone.” She had told him. “Besides, I’ll keep in touch.” 

It had been months since the last time he heard of her. The crown on Alistair’s head was heavier than ever. He had managed for this long without her but for much more would he have to suffer? 

Eamon had told him he needed to move on and accept that Anneliese had been lost. Alistair refused. He knew his wife well - she could not be dead. 

And even if she was, he would not turn on his vows. Years before, when they were young and with an Archdemon to defeat, he told her that she was the first and only woman he would lay with, if it depended on him. 

Alistair prayed more than he did when he lived in the Chantry. He’d beg for the Maker to keep her safe, for her to return to his side. He did not think the Maker was listening to him, however. 

When day’s like today happened, when he was feeling particularly mellow, Alistair would write letters. He did not know where Anneliese was and thus, he could not send them to her, but they helped alleviate his feelings. 

Sitting down, he began to write on a piece of paper. 

“It’s been four years since you’ve left and I keep thinking about the day we met. 

Duncan had sent me a letter in advance about you, the recruit from Highever. He hadn’t said much, and by the time the two of you arrived, I’d forgotten most of it. 

‘Nothing like a Blight to bring people together’ was the first thing I ever said to you. You had a haunted expression on your face, and yet, I saw a small smirk on your face and you told me you understood. No one had ever liked my jokes before you. 

I didn’t know then how much you would mean to me. I never expected to fall in love, much less to have that reciprocated. 

There was a moment when I thought you hated me. After all, with the way I lashed out after Connor’s death, I wouldn’t blame you if you did not care for me again. But then you returned my mother’s locket to me and I wondered how could you show kindness to someone who had just said the most awful things to you? 

I felt guilty. You had lost your family, your home and Ostagar, and there I was, adding to that burden - either by crying about Duncan or by questioning your decisions, even when I was the one who put you in that position. 

I said that then and I’ll say it again now: I thought I was fooling myself. How could someone like you - strong, charming, beautiful and smart - fall for a poor sucker like me? And yet, despite it being the worst time ever, you loved me back. 

The face you made when I gave you that rose…I won’t forget it. Just as I’ll never forget your smile and laughter when I made a stupid joke. Or how incredibly hot you looked whenever you were on the battlefield. Or the smell of your hair, or the feel of your hands against my skin. 

I’ll never forget the vows we made to each other on our wedding day. How long has it been since then? Ten years? Not a day has gone by where you were not on my mind. 

It’s been four years, Anneliese. I don’t know how your search fares, but please, come back home. 

You were always a fighter. If someone told you there was no other way, you would find one. You always found a way for us to live. But I have made my peace. 

We won’t get forever, my love. Such is the plight of the Wardens. 

We won’t grow old. We are beyond children at this rate. Perhaps one day we’ll have to make our way to the Deep Roads. But I can bear all that as long as I have you at my side. 

Please. Anneliese. I beg of you. Come back to me” 

A few tears had stained the words on the paper. He wiped his face with a handkerchief - the one she had embroidered with a rose. Silently, he folded the letter and placed it on top of the pile with all the other unsent letters and he made himself ready to face the day. 

Anneliese would not want him to give up hope. She especially would not want to stop living because of her. 

‘If she comes back and sees this country in a mess, she’ll feed me to the darkspawn’ Alistair thought and then shook his head. 

When. 

When she comes back. 

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[gift-of-prophecy]

when the polycule has a baby

[vaguely-concerned]

btw my headcanon for sophia amell in veilguard is that she has been 'oh no... I think your letter got lost on its way to me first warden... too bad, I'll just stay here in amaranthine until I hear from you, then.... is this a letter I see before me...... a tragedy. I can't read all of a sudden. my eyes. you sent a messenger? my messenger now I'm adopting them. no message received sadly try again'-ed all summons to go to weisshaupt, so she's in denerim with alistair when stuff starts to go to shit and at least they spend the impromptu superblight together. they may both be right on the edge of the calling (? we just don't know!) and ferelden might be about to fall, but at least they're king arthur and merlin-ing (erotic and romantic connotations) it up together at the end of the world and kissing and holding hands about it. and what more could I hope for for them. that's what beating the odds looks like for wardens I think.

there's a particular incident where she saves his life through the power of spirit healing and. maybe the guiding hand of Something that seems to still reside in the petals of the rose he gave her that she's worn in a little glass vial around her neck and that have not withered all these long years, and it inspires actual myths and romantic literary traditions and folk ballads and all sorts of nonsense that outlast them both. neither of them care tho they're just. hugging right now. drenched in darkspawn blood like the old days. resting their foreheads together. taking every moment they may have left just to be together. whatever you do don't go without me. wherever you go let me go too. and with you let me be buried, and where you go after that let me go with you then as well. (of course. of course. after all of this, where would I ever go without you. the one good thing about the blight is that it brings people together. the one good thing is that it brought me to you.)

[bargu]

So.. I was thinking about this one grave at the Grand Necropolis. He reminds me of.. someone.

Also is that a f*cking arrow in the knee????

[geeks-universe]

Okay but imagine Davrin holding Rook one night after a particularly rough day of trying to save the world. One hand is holding her firmly against his chest, while the other combs through her hair. Assan, the traitor that he is, lays by Rook’s legs, claiming what affection he can. He fell asleep hours ago, and perhaps Rook and Davrin should’ve as well, but the nightmares had grown worse since the blight started to change and they were lucky if they could get a few hours on a calm day, let alone the one they just had.

So they’re just lying in bed, taking comfort in one another’s touch when Davrin starts to speak gently, slowly, as if he were afraid that Rook might’ve fallen asleep between the beats of his heart. She hadn’t. He speaks of a terrible shadow falling over Ferelden, and the desperation of mortality as war ravages the country. Then, he mentions a hero, a young man with as much royal blood as Warden blood. And a young woman, with the heart of a lion and twice as fierce.

He tells Rook of how they face insurmountable odds with little more than hope and determination. And, perhaps his favorite part of the story, he tells her how they fall in love, despite duty threatening to tear them apart.

It’s only been a couple of decades since the Blight that befell Ferelden, so Davrin is sure Rook knows the story as well as he does. (Even more so, considering she was a Grey Warden from Ferelden.) He isn’t aware, however, of the bitter smile on her lips as he recalls the feats of legends. He doesn’t see the tears that swell in her eyes as he explains a love so deep that not even the Blight could sever it. He doesn’t know, not yet, that the story is more than that to her.

He does, however, feel the press of Rook’s lips against his jaw as he finishes the tale, lamenting the beauty these heroes had found in a world torn by horror.

[iamclarex2art]

Dragon Age Parallels

The King of Ferelden and their loyal guard

(King Maric and Loghain ------ King Alistair and The Hero of Ferelden, Ashira Cousland)

A Dragon Age commission for @southern-stark 😊

My commissions are still open if anyone is interested~ feel free to dm or email me!

[ladyhighever]

modern au: stunt actor hawke, theater actress bethany, disgraced former silver screen star leandra amell, and carver who doesn't know what he wants to be but MAKER does he not want to be in the acting industry, wash up in kirkwall, grime-glitter city of sleaze and stardom

and are picked up by rising screenwriter varric tethras for his newest and most ambitious project yet

[a-drama-addict]

“I’ll bash your head in with civility. Easy.”

[vintra-lavellan]

[ocyriss]

Sometimes I lay awake in bed thinking about how I played as an elf in Dragon Age Origins, ended up romancing Alistair and making him king only for him to tell me that I can only, at most, be his mistress.

Me, being as salty as I was at the time, restarted the entire game out of spite and played as a human, romanced him, made him king, again, only to be cuCKED FOR TRYING TO GET MY BEST ENDING.

ABSOLUTELY ATROCIOUS(iloveyoudragonage)

Anyways, it is currently 3:55a.m. and I am going back to sleep 😩