#roselyn cousland

[loony-lupus]

Roselyn Cousland

[elle-enasalin]

My OC poster in anticipation of DA4~

[blustersquall]

Could I request ♖ for Alistair/Roselyn? I miss them so much! (Though if you don't feel like doing them, Cullen/Nevena would be awesome too!) Thank you so much!

Behind the Throne universe~ Because I like Behind the Throne, still. Even if it really need some tweaking now I look back on it. >.>I hope this is okay~!

“She’s got quite a kick, you know… Our Olivia.” Alistair massaged his chin and the left side of his jaw examining his reflection in the small hand mirror Roselyn passed him. No bruising or visible injury… just some soreness. He stretched over the tub and placed the mirror on the small table nearby. “She’ll break some unlucky boy’s fingers if he gets too close when she’s older.”

Roselyn shrugged a shoulder as she pulled up a stool behind the tub. “At least we won’t need to worry about her too much.” She grabbed a silver jug from the table, dunked it in the water and went about wetting Alistair’s hair, shielding his eyes with her hand on his forehead, cupping his hairline. The water drowned out whatever Alistair said in return. 

It was some time since they had the chance to do this. To indulge in simple pleasures like bathing in each other’s company, and washing one another’s hair. The last few months of summer into autumn were full of festivals and celebration of the birth of the heirs to the throne. Then there were ambassadors coming from every corner of Thedas, offering the congratulations of their master or mistress and just happening to throw in that an alliance of marriage would be amenable. 

With the twins now almost six months old and beginning to get a little more of a grasp on the world around them, Alistair was looking forward to the winter months in Ferelden. The ambassadors would go home to stay warm for the winter. He and Roselyn would be able to simply be for the coming months. They could enjoy their first Wintersend with their children, surrounded by their own court and their friends. Less talk of politics, and more simple pleasures.

Roselyn placed the jug on the floor and retrieved a green glass bottle with a purple stopper. She emptied some sweet smelling blend into her hands, lathered them together and began to work the mixture into Alistair’s hair. He leaned back with a deep sigh, letting his head dangle off the back of the bathtub. 

“Do you think we should go away for the winter?” Roselyn asked after a few moments. Alistair opened his eyes enough so he could see his wife’s face upside-down. She was frowning - at least it looked like she was frowning, but it was difficult to tell from the current angle.

“Why?” asked Alistair, “do you want to go away?”

“I…” Roselyn squeezed her eyes closed, “maybe.” She rinsed her hands of lather, grabbed the jug from the floor and began to rinse Alistair’s hair before he could answer her. This time, instead of shielding his eyes, she ran her fingers back through his hair, gently rubbing over his scalp to thoroughly rid it of soap. The sensation made Alistair’s back and shoulders tingle, and a pleasant shudder rippled up his spine.  

Roselyn patted his hair dry, and got to her feet when she was done. Alistair quickly reached out and closed his hand around her wrist, stopping her from leaving the washroom. 

“Rosie,” Alistair brought her hand to his face and kissed her palm, “why do you want to go away for the winter?”

A gentle tug was all it took for her to relinquish. She settled next to the tub on her knees, resting on arm on the edge and allowing her fingers to dangle in the water. “Ferelden winters are harsh.” Roselyn said, sweeping thick ringlets off her pale shoulders. The thin robe she wore was barely hanging on.

“Yes,” Alistair agreed. He leaned close to her, smiling but able to sense the worry she tried and failed to conceal. 

“Edward and Olivia…” she glanced at the door to the washroom. Beyond that was the royal bed chamber, and beyond that the nursery where the twins slept, watched over by loyal and fearsome Roo, Roselyn’s mabari hound. “They were born a month early, and they were small… What if…”

“Oh, Rose…” Alistair nudged her forehead with his, able to discern from her few words what weighed upon his wife’s mind. “They will have the finest and thickest sheepskin blankets money can buy. We can have specially made cradles commissioned and built to keep them warm. A fire will always be lit in the nursery, and there will always be someone there to keep it fed and to make sure it never goes out of control.”

Roselyn gave a weak smile. “I must sound so…”

“You sound like a mother,” Alistair kissed her forehead, “worried about the well being and health of her children. I understand your worry, I do, but we see it every day; how strong and healthy they are, how much they’re growing all the time, and how they’re starting to see the world. They have the most diligent and wonderful mother who watches over them and will fight any one or any thing - even the weather - to protect them. Their first winter in Ferelden will be fine. Wonderful, even!”

“And if it isn’t?” Roselyn asked with a slight eyebrow raise.

“If it isn’t,” Alistair glanced around before his eyes settled on a long handled brush for scrubbing one’s back. He grabbed it and held it like the royal scepter he held at his coronation, giving his words a more authoritative feel as he said them, “then on my honor as King, we’ll take next winter in Orlais.” He smiled at Roselyn who chuckled behind her hand. He leaned towards her, “does that suit the Queen?”

Roselyn gave a thoughtful sigh, “I suppose.”

“Good,” he kissed her soundly before she could say anything more and dropped the brush into the bath water. He cupped her jaw in both hands, parting from her lips when Roselyn got to her feet. “Now, will the Queen indulge her King and join him?” He extended a hand towards her, tilting his head to one side with a playful grin. 

“Very well, Your Majesty.” Roselyn pushed the straps of her flimsy chemise off her shoulders and the material pooled around her feet. She took Alistair’s hand and stepped into the tub, turning her back to him and reclining against his chest while the water level rose until it was almost spilling over the edge. 

Alistair nuzzled the crown of her head and enveloped her within his arms. “When you’re ready I’ll wash your hair if you like?”

Roselyn sighed, contented. “That would be lovely.”

WHY ARE ENDINGS SO DAMN HARD YOU GUYS???!!

Hope this was okay! Considering Alistair’s character has been … kind of spoiled for me by people, it was nice to revisit him and not… immediately want to recoil. It’s weird how people can make you not like a character you once adored. But I’m hoping this is the first step of healing that damage. 

ANYHOO.

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments/tags/reblogs. MUCH APPRECIATED. FEED YOUR WRITERS. 

(I WILL CATCH UP WITH OTHER PROMPTS OVER THE WEEKEND. ILU GUYS)

[theeighthtitan]

Origins can be kinda bad to look at but I think my Roselyn Cousland turned out pretty good 😜

[greylikeawarden]

Just got the commision of my HoF Roselyn Cousland form @ktlnz, and omg she looks absolutely stunning 😍

Thank you once again for  the amazing art 💖💖💖

[dust-and-fire]

The only dragon age mod I need is one that has female Cousland start the game in a rainbow t shirt with “I’m a lesbian” printed on it in big letters and then every time someone mentions her needing a man in her life or some shit she just stares into the camera likes she’s on the office 

[riverrouter]

From chapter 11 of @blustersquall‘s amazing fic What Lies Behind the Throne. It was so sweet I just had to draw it, and it might be one of my favorite scenes to date. If you’re not reading it you’re missing out on some fantastic writing. 

[greyallison]

The gorgeous Roselyn and her prince, commissioned by @blustersquall! I love these two together. <3

Also, this was the last of my previous commissions, so the ones I took January 1st will be started today!

[actuallybastilashan-blog]

So, changes to my worldstate

- Three wardens are canon now; not two. That’d be the Amell twins and Roselyn “Rosie” Cousland.

- I ended up jokeshipping Rells and Rosie a long time ago, but then it became serious. I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to make it canon. In the long run, Rosie does end up marrying Alistair and they do eventually love each other, but she has a fling with Rells before he falls for Morrigan.

- Serena dies. 

- I have yet to work out Awakening + DLC in this worldstate. Do I go with Rells/Rosie or do I make an Orlesian warden? Decisions, decision. Obvs Rells is the one who does Witch Hunt canonically.

- I decided that my Hawke is ace, demiromantic. I means, she reads that way.

- I’ll do Inquisition later. I mean, I haven’t played yet but I have some ideas.

[loony-lupus]

Roselyn Cousland

[loony-lupus]

[elle-enasalin]

I may have...made another warden... welcome Roselyn Cousland!

[blustersquall]

If you're still taking prompts for stuff that was left out of OMB, I have one that I've always been curious about. :) Was Roselyn waiting for Nev to return from her initial meeting with Cullen? If so, how did that conversation go?

Sorry, I meant to get to this sooner!

I’m glad you asked for this scene, actually. I kind of wanted to write it into the fic, but it seemed unnecessary.

Anyway, this scene is from Chapter One: The Arrangement

There was a flurry of movement as Nevena closed the frontdoor to her apartment. Hands grabbing hers, and a curtain of dark brownringlets smacking her in the face as Roselyn all but dragged her into thekitchen and sat her down at the table.

“So!?” Roselyn sat opposite her, grey-blue eyes gleaming andan eager smile on her face.

Nevena stared at her, and blinked hard to get her bearings.For a moment she was distracted by the fact all the mugs on her top shelf werenow in order of size and colour. “You reorganized…”

“It was bothering me.” Roselyn said with a flippant wave ofher hand. “How was this meet up with this guy?”

“Fine.” Nevena shrugged. She didn’t much want to talk aboutit, or really remember anything about Cullen Rutherford until she really had to. It was still hard for herto really comprehend that not only had she gone to this meeting, but she hadagreed to this bold, long term lie. That she was going to pretend to be in lovewith someone she had known for only a few hours.

It would never work. Her sisters and parents would seethrough the veneer in moments and she would be humiliated. All the walk home shehad considered calling Cullen Rutherford and cancelling. She changed her mind,and changed it back. Worry gnawing her at, making her feel weak and nauseous.

“It was fine.” She reiterated, avoiding Roselyn’s eyes. 

“You were gone for hours.” Said Roselyn, her voice flat. “Thatmeans it went better than fine. Tell me details.”

“Rose…”

“Tell me!” Roselyn shook Nevena’s arm and pouted at her fromacross the table. Bottom lip stuck out as far as it could possibly go, eyeswatering on cue as though she was about to cry. Nevena was sure she could seeRoselyn’s chin beginning to tremble. It was a look that worked on Alistair allthe time… It worked on Nevena too.

“It was… He was…” Nevena shrugged again, and tutted. “Nice.Fine.”

“UGH!” Flopping back in her chair, Roselyn crossed her arms.“Details!”

“What do you want to know?”

“What does he look like? Has he agreed to this wholearrangement? Is he nice? Did you get a weird vibe or anything?” Roselyn listedoff on her fingers, “and that’s just for starters!”

“I…” Nevena choked, pushed her chair out and got to herfeet, “he’s agreed, yes.” She started, removing her jacket and scarf. “He’ll bepretending for the whole time, and I’ll be paying him. He seems… nice. Capable,a little sure of himself perhaps, but… not nasty or unkind.” She continued toremove her boots. Roselyn followed her, leaving the kitchen table. “He’s blondand tall, probably a bit taller than Alistair.”

“Ohhh, he will not like that.” Laughed Roselyn.

“He’s got these eyes though.” Nevena continued, bringinginto her mind the image of Cullen Rutherford’s face. His handsome face. Hisset, squared jaw, the straightness of his nose, and the scruff of his stubble.The way the corner of his mouth quirked when he smiled and the crinkle of thescar on his lip. How the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed and thewarmth of them. “They’re very…” she leaned on the door frame to her bedroom, “hehas very kind eyes.”

“Kind eyes?” Roselyn repeated, coming to Nevena’s side.

“Mhm-hm.” Nodded Nevena, “kind. Maybe a little sad… I didn’tget the sense there was any ulterior motive… He seemed honest.” She shruggedone shoulder, “genuine.”

Roselyn was silent for a few seconds and Nevena could feelher looking at her. “And you got all that justfrom his eyes?”

“I know it sounds stupid…” Nevena laughed, trying to brushoff the strange squirm in her stomach as nerves.

“It sounds like you fell in love with him over a coffee.”Laughed Roselyn.

“Rose…” Nevena rolled her eyes and entered her bedroom. Onher bed was her open suitcase and various clothes folded, ready to be packed. “Youkept yourself busy.”

“Don’t change the subject.” Roselyn wrapped her arms aroundNevena’s waist from behind and perched her chin on her shoulder. “You didn’tfeel unsafe? Like, he didn’t make you scared?”

“No.” Nevena smiled appreciatively and leaned her headagainst Roselyn’s. “Quite the opposite, really.”

“Good,” said Roselyn, her voice firm. “If he scares you, ifhe lashes out… anything. You call me.”

“I will.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.” Nevena gave a little sigh and patted Roselyn’shands. She walked to a dress that was laid out on her bed. A slightly off-whitecolour, adorned with beads and lace, backless and criminally short. Picking upthe garment, she turned to Roselyn who offered a sheepish grin in return. “Why?”

“You’ve never worn it!” Roselyn exclaimed, “and, you neverknow, you and this rent-a-date guy might hit it off!”

“You’re terrible.” Nevena laughed, returning the dress fromwhere she picked it up. “Alright, show me what you’ve decided I should wear…”

[greylikeawarden]

Roselyn Cousland

[greylikeawarden]

3 and 7 for LI asks, please 👀

Thanks for the ask ✨

3. Has their love interest ever made them blush?

Roselyn & Alistair: With Alistair’s adorkable attitude it’s a bit hard to imagine that he could make Roselyn blush. As Teyrn Cousland’s daughter she’s used to the compliments and attention after all. However, Alistair is always so open and sincere in his affection, that she can’t help but blush when he catches her off-guard.

Adriana & Fenris: Nah, she is the one who makes Fenris blush, tho 👀

Evelyn & Cullen: Maker, she and Cullen are both awkward as hell, so there’s been a lot of blushing when they first started flirting with each other. Also, Cullen is a romantic at heart and he tried to properly court Evelyn, so lots of blushing, yeah.

Isera & Solas: Come on, it’s canon that Solas is smooth as fuck, of course he knows how to make her blush and likes to do it, lol.

7. Who ships them the hardest?

Roselyn & Alistair: Leliana and Zevran. Boy, do they enjoy teasing the hell out of Roselyn and Alistair, but they think that they’re adorable together.

Adriana & Fenris:  Isabella, probably. She wouldn’t mind to join the fun, actually (and Adriana would have been 100% into it, tbh).

Evelyn & Cullen: Dorian, hands down. And Cassandra as well (look, it’s like one of her favorite novels came to life, ok?)

Isera & Solas: Cole. He wants them to be happy, cause they fit so perfectly together, answering the earning that was buried so deep inside (even when they break each other’s heart into million little pieces)

[greylikeawarden]

@alicenmax tagged me to recreate my OCs in picrew (1,2). Thanks a lot!

I used the first one for my DA squad and the second one for ME girls.

Not tagging anyone cause I’m once again late for the party, lol