#fergus cousland

[saltlordofold]

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

#dragon age orgins #dragon age #salt’s art #aedan cousland #dao #fergus cousland #oriana cousland #alistair theirin #Cousland #hof #dragon age:origins #if you thought aedan has handsome prince vibes just wait until you see more of my fergus djdjjdjf I'd kill for him jsyk #every day I want to do a proper highever lore dump but I never have the time or brainpower aaaa

[illusivesoul]

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

#rendon howe #couslands #bryce cousland #dragon age #dragon age memes #dragon age meme #illusivedits #illusivesouledits #eleanor cousland #fergus cousland #human noble origin #highever #amaranthine #ferelden #dragon age origins #dao #da:o #da: o

[ajw-post]

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!

#slugart #dragon age #dao #dragon age origins #warden cousland #tiaret cousland #alistair theirin #zevran arainai #bryce cousland #fergus cousland #eleanor cousland #for their little cameos :] #ages at the bottom are mine with the year of her bigger design updates. she does not de-gingify as she ages. scrapped the ginger concept. #undescribed #sorry 4 that i feel embarrassed talking about it :[ non oc posts ill try harder on that front

[petitelappin]

Mal Cousland + siblings! (and brother-in-law) Some messier sketches, mostly.

His twin sister, Briana, as always belongs to @adhdalistair . Obviously, when she marries Alistair, Mal is the best man, and we've discussed a few times what the bachelor party he'd arrange for Alistair would look like: mostly just a pub crawl through Denerim with Mal, Alistair, and Fergus where even Mal gets uncharacteristically tipsy and there's a great deal of merriment and bad singing.

I haven't settled on a way to draw Fergus that I totally like so you get two different ones.

#my art #sketchbook #dragon age #fan art #ocs #warden cousland #fergus cousland #malcolm cousland #briana cousland #alistair theirin

[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.”

Read the rest on AO3

Read the full series here

#alistair theirin #dragon age origins #alistair x cousland #Fergus Cousland #Bromance #king alistair #alistair x femwarden #Hope you all enjoy #I had to find a way to have ONE other person know the truth!

[terendelev]

➔ DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS I REPLAY (3/?)

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

#fergus cousland #da:o #dragon age origins #userophe #userzahrahydris #userrivensbane #my edits

[puffy-shirt]

The Couslands of Highever

From left to right:

Fergus, Eleanor, Mason, and Bryce Cousland

A family portrait of my Warden Mason's family taken when he was little. Something that was miraculously saved after Castle Cousland was sacked, now it hangs in the Royal Palace at Denerim.

I was trying to do something a little different and out of my comfort zone with this one! I worked on it on and off over a couple months and never really felt great about it but that is OK! I also wanted to redesign the Couslands with a more historical costuming... IDK how I feel that went for poor Bryce x'D

In the future I would like to do an accompanying piece of Mason's family with Anora.

Commission info

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #cousland #cousland family #dragon age oc #dragon age fanart #art #fanart #bryce cousland #eleanor cousland #mason cousland #fergus cousland #digital art #painting #digital painting #reniassance #portriat #family portrait #roarts #my art #grey warden #da #da:o #historical

[laurelsofhighever]

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 3/? Rating: T Warnings: None Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

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Cloudreach, 9:29 Dragon

The Couslands ate breakfast together every morning, by tradition. Compared to the dinners in the great hall it was an informal event taken in the library, at a round, walnut table draped with embroidered linen, with the morning light streaming through windows that looked north over the sea. After setting the places, the servants retreated to have their own meal, and, left to the privacy of each other’s company, the family helped each other to platters of eggs, cooked meat, and fruit. The dogs – Bryce’s Mallard and Rosslyn’s Cuno, still with the gangliness of puppyhood – also had their place, tucking into their own breakfasts on leather mats laid out to save the priceless Rivaini carpets from the ravages of slobber and grease.

If not for their grand surroundings, the Laurel motifs decorating the furniture and the rich weave of their clothes, they might have been any ordinary family, with ordinary squabbles. The battle on this particular morning raged around Oren, who had inherited the strong Cousland jaw and his mother’s onyx-dark eyes. He sat high in his cushioned chair, digging through his bowl of porridge for the dried apple slices hidden in its depths and ignoring the entreaties from both his parents to behave.

“I’m three-and-a-half,” he insisted, when Oriana dipped her own spoon into the bowl to try and coax at least one proper mouthful.

Across the table, Eleanor levelled a disapproving stare at her grandson. “When your father was three-and-a-half he knew the benefit of eating everything on his plate,” she told him. “How do you think he got to be so tall?”

Oren’s eyes went wide, turning on his mother. “Is it true?”

“Yes, pequeño,” Oriana replied, ever-patient. “We want you to grow big and strong.”

“And Aunt Rosslyn too?”

Rosslyn glanced up from her book. She had taken to bringing one to breakfast in recent months to keep her own company while the rest of the family got on with their business – there was no one else to talk to, after all, and if she kept herself occupied with such volumes as The Travels of Ebullient Ser Claremore of Stannis it distracted her from the reason why misery gnawed at her like a mouse, stopped her dwelling on the fact that it was her own bloody fault no letters had come from Denerim since the Landsmeet.

“All Couslands eat their porridge,” she replied mildly. “Haelia and Mather started the tradition when they drove the werewolves out of the North.”  

A white lie, but the renowned twins, heroes even among the famed and fabled ranks of Cousland ancestors, had held Oren’s imagination like little else could since he heard the story, the illuminations in the family book weaving him tales of wild chases through the forest and daring battles waged against fang and claw.

“I wish you wouldn’t read at the table,” her mother chided, as if she had only just noticed.

“Aldous wants me to broaden my horizons.”

Her father’s eyebrow lifted, amused. “I doubt Aldous meant for your studies to get in the way of your table manners, Pup.”

“It’s not like anyone’s here,” Rosslyn pointed out. “And besides –”

The door to the library opened, cutting off the rest of her protest to admit a human page in a woollen surcoat of deep Laurel blue.

“Calmett?” Bryce turned at the intrusion.

Calmett bowed. “Forgive me, Your Lordship, but a letter just arrived by courier. I thought you’d want to read it.” He offered over a square envelope of thick, cream-coloured paper on a silver tray and Rosslyn saw the flash of a scarlet seal on the back when her father took it.

“‘To His Lordship, Bryce Cousland’,” he read.

Fergus, who was closer, peered at the direction. “That’s rather formal for Alistair.”

The air squeezed from her lungs. She did not miss the curious glance her brother sent her across the table, nor how Oriana’s brow furrowed; it would be one thing for the king to write to the teyrn himself, formal and aloof, but Alistair knew them as well as family and had long since grown out of the shrinking need to call his foster-father by his title.

Cheeks warming, she dropped her gaze to her plate of half-eaten jam toast, though not quite fast enough to avoid catching her mother’s eye. It was a steady look, a shared confidence; it reminded her of the noble’s mask she had been taught, the blank face required to stare down your worst enemy and make them flinch first. She straightened her shoulders. As her father read the letter she watched with a face of mild, polite interest, taking in the downward pull of his brows as he went on, the way the corner of his mouth flattened into the greying edges of his beard.

“Well? What does it say?” Fergus asked.

Startled, Bryce looked up. “He’s being sent to Starkhaven. From Denerim. King Cailan wishes him to be an aide to the ambassador.”

Fergus clicked his tongue. “Surely Cailan would have allowed him to travel from Highever if he had asked.”

“It isn’t for you to second-guess the king,” Bryce chided, his voice unusually severe. “There might be any number of reasons why the ship left berth at Denerim.”

For a moment, the table stewed in the tension chafing between the teyrn and his eldest child, until Fergus turned his head away with a nod and a sigh and picked up his spoon again. Unnoticed by either of them, Rosslyn frowned at the paper in her father’s hands, the guilt that churned in her stomach for driving Alistair away aclash with a growing anger at his lack of loyalty, his cowardice. Ever since he had first gone to Denerim, no correspondence had ever come back to Highever without at least a small note addressed to her. Did he think no one would notice the change? Did he fear her so much, or put such value on his injured pride that he would shield himself behind the king’s will to neglect his duty to her family?

“May I see the letter?” she asked.

Her father gave her a long look, but passed it to her all the same, as gently as if the paper itself might bite. Curbing her annoyance, she unfolded it and scanned the lines. The unmistakeable scrawl that Aldous had tried so hard to smooth out in their lessons was unchanged, the words short, signed at the bottom with a formality out of place for the person she knew. Despite this, glimmers of humour shone through the stiff, careful style, pulling a traitorous twitch from her lips as she read:

Your Lordship –

I hope you’ll forgive me for bringing you this news in a letter instead of coming to tell you in person. King Cailan has requested that I go to Starkhaven to assist the ambassador there, and since he requires no delay, I’ll be sailing from Denerim as soon as the ship is loaded and the tide is with us. It’s likely I’ll pass by Highever at the same time this letter reaches you – just in case, I’ll wave from my cabin and keep my eyes towards the castle.

If all goes well and I don’t make a complete fool of myself stepping off the ship at journey’s end, it may be some time before I can return to Ferelden, and so this is – for now – a farewell. This is a great opportunity for me to ‘cut my diplomatic teeth’, as my brother keeps on telling me, but I could not leave without at least writing to thank you for everything you have done for me. Without your kindness I don’t know where I would have been by now, but it certainly wouldn’t be here, and I will be forever grateful for that. I hope in return I’ll be able to do you proud.

In my own hand,

Alistair Theirin

It took two days for a courier to take a message from Denerim along the coast, maybe less if the relay used good horses, but half a day less still to cover the distance by water. He would be out on the open sea by now, with Ferelden a smudge of green on a distant horizon.

Starkhaven. It was a place she knew by reputation and court gossip more than anything else. Nate had spoken of it well enough since leaving to become a squire to one of the knights there, and in his own quiet way had painted a picture of exotic markets and gilded palaces merry with the splash of fountains. At least he would be a familiar face to help Alistair orient himself, such a long way away from home.

She wished he had written to her.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age: origins #alistair x warden #alistair x cousland #alistair theirin #warden cousland #cousland #rosslyn cousland #bryce cousland #eleanor cousland #fergus cousland #oriana cousland #oren cousland #da:o #dragon age fic #dragon age fanfiction #my writing #as the world falls down #highever #cousland feels

[cosmic-darikano]

Cordelia Cousland and her family lets hope nothing bad happens to them! (:

#my art #dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #cordelia cousland #warden cousland #fergus cousland #bryce cousland #eleanor cousland #house cousland #All the origins are very fucked up but i gotta say cousland was one of the saddest for me personally #just losing almost all of your family plus your young nephew being kiiled in your home #fucked up lol

[bisexualalistairtheirin]

Fergus Ally Moments

#Fergus Cousland #I choose to interpret that as Eleanor being amazed that her son's manslut ways landed him a King #Games #DA:O #Warden x Alistair

[varrics-chesthair]

#dragon age #dragon age origins #da:o sexyman #sexyman polls #polls #Bodhan Feddic #fergus cousland

[saltlordofold]

messy messy ✌️💕

#dragon age #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #zevran arainai #fergus cousland #aedan cousland #aliwarden #cousland #dao #zevran #alistair/male warden #alidan #hhhhh Cousland brothers preblight save me save me Cousland brothers

[dragonageconfessions]

CONFESSION:

This is Fergus about an hour after I brought him home. He was four years old and surrendered by his family. I actually did not name him Fergus, that was the name his previous owners gave him so I decided to keep the name not only because of Dragon Age but because it did not feel right to force him to learn a new name.  As I took this photo I was telling him  what a  handsome boy he is, that I love him and that I would never abandon him.

Credit: Photo provided by Confessor

#Dragon Age Confessions #Dragon Age Pets #fergus cousland #DAOrigins #BioWare #CONFESSION

[doodleswithkermit]

POV you’re at a party and the Couslands spot you🤨

#dragon age #dragon age origins #my art 2022 #warden #anette #fergus cousland #fergus

[daughter-of-the-prophet]

When they children, both Fergus and Ilona would sometimes go into the castle's larder while no one was looking to sneaks some sweets or two either before dinner or in the middle of the night as a midnight snack. Sometimes they would managed to succeed and sometimes they would get caught and then end up being scolded and/or punished by their parents for either eating sweets before dinner or being in the castle's larder late at night when they were supposed to be in bed.

Because of this whenever Nan and the kitchen servants made cookies, she would put the cookie jar on the highest shelf in the larder so neither of the Cousland children could reach it, which would never worked as Fergus and Ilona would then work together by having Fergus stand on a stool with Ilona on his shoulders so she could reach into the jar. If there was only one cookie left in the jar, Ilona would always be willing to let her big brother have it and Fergus would always be willing to share the last cookie by breaking it in half and giving the biggest half to his little sister.

#dragon age: origins #dao #Cousland #castle cousland #Cousland origin #human noble origin #fergus cousland #Ilona Cousland #cousland warden #female cousland #headcanon #dragon age #cousland family

[persephoneggsy]

Another AU I think about a lot but haven’t talked about before is my Warden Fergus Cousland AU

Basically he manages to make it to Denerim before the Landsmeet and reunites with his baby sister, and Riordan convinced him to become a Grey Warden bc they need all the help they can get (even though Fiora, Fergus’s sister, doesn’t want him to go through the Joining for several obvious reasons).

And because he’s the newest Warden, Morrigan goes to him about doing the dark ritual. He isn’t sure he trusts this ritual, but Morrigan says it’s a way to save his sister’s life… so he agrees. It probably helps that A) he doesn’t know much about Morrigan but he knows that Fiora considers her a dear friend, and B), homeboy is pretty desperate to save the last bit of family he has left so he’ll do whatever it takes.

He’s not sure about having a child again, so soon after Oren and Oriana. Morrigan says he won’t have to worry about it, but that almost makes him feel worse. He feels like he failed as a father once already, and now he’s not even going to be present in this one’s life?

Anyway, the ritual works, his sister slays the Archdemon, is confused as to why she didn’t die (though she and Alistair are, of course, happy about that), and maybe Fergus will tell them one day. For now, he has to contend with being a Warden and the rightful Teryn of Highever, two things that weren’t meant to coincide. More pressingly, he thinks of Morrigan often, wondering if she had the baby, if she’s truly alright.

When Fiora sends him news that Morrigan’s been spotted, he almost surprises himself with how quickly he volunteers to go find her. After all, Fiora is busy ruling a nation now.

He finds Morrigan, who tells him she’s had the child and that he’s safe, and then Fergus makes a decision: he wants to go with her and meet his child. Morrigan hesitates, but ultimately agrees. Fergus leaves behind some kind of message for Fiora so she knows he’s okay, then he goes through the eluvian with Morrigan.

They’re not quite… together, but as they coparent Kieran, they start to bond. Eventually, they fall in love.

#I know I like to joke I always pick unpopular ships #but straight up I think I’m the only person who ships Fergus x Morrigan #it started as a jokey ‘Morrigan becomes the warden’s sister in law’ and then whoops #which means Morrigan and Alistair are in laws and that’s hilarious #anyway eventually they return to civilization when Fergus reclaims Highever with his secret wife and son which causes a bit of a stir #or Fergus joins Fiora in searching for a cure to the Calling so he can have more time with his family #and Morrigan goes to the Inquisition with Kieran as per usual #fergus cousland #Morrigan