#anora x cousland

[kiivg]

.King’s Council.

#alistair theirin #zevran arainai #cousland #dragon age #artists on tumblr #male cousland #hero of ferelden #andrastopher cousland #dragon age origins #dao #da #zevran x andrastopher #andrastopher x zevran #mxm #.I only just found out you can rule Ferelden behind Alistair as his chancellor. #.and not that this is alistairxmwarden but if i was doing that id be using this as this base for it. #.idk if you can have king alistair and loghain as a warden though with anora just not in the picture bc thats what i want. #.wynne would also be there but i couldnt fit her in nicely.

[camelliagwerm]

ANORA'S CONCERN FOR HER WARDEN

#daedit #dragon age #dragon age origins #anora mac tir #warden x anora #dragon age awakening #pls don't tag as the warden as cousland btw :) #*dao #harper.gif #pair: magni x anora #oc: magni #userophe #usermactir #useransburg #userzahrahydris #katewalker

[frelynart]

Warden and Anora 🌿 for NoirAngelXD

#dragon age #dragon age fanart #warden x anora #dragon age anora #anora mac tir #warden cousland #art commisions #art #illustration #dragon age origins #da:o #myart

[anneapocalypse]

Dragon Age Femslash Recs!

Happy Femslash February! I got thrown off the rec wagon the past couple months for Life Reasons but I'm back and I've got a whole pile for you.

Ordered from shortest to longest. If there are other ships, I have noted those as well. Ratings and major warnings are listed; as always, please check AO3 for the full tag list.

These Moments Given by Mytha. Cassandra/Leliana, 1200 words, rated T. The Left and Right Hand take comfort in one another after the explosion at the Conclave. This fic really brings to life the terrible events we don't see in the game.

Vulnerability by @ziskandra. Isabela/Female Hawke, 1200 words, rated E. Hawke and Isabela deal with the aftermath of the Qunari invasion in their own way. I love how this explores Hawke's insecurities and fear of losing those she loves, lots of complicated emotions and uncertainties.

Right Hand by @ziskandra. Female Trevelyan/Cassandra, 1400 words, rated T. The Inquisitor works to adjust to her disability and a new role at the side of the Divine. I like the way it explores some complicated feelings on the part of Trevelyan about ability and agency.

Coin Tricks by @chocochipbiscuit. Isabela/Merrill, 2200 words, rated G. Merrill and Isabela talk about luck, carrying it with you and making your own. Choco writes both characters and their dynamic so, so well and it's a delight to read.

Arcane Deflection by @settiai. Harding/Dagna, 2600 words, rated T. This charming fic explores a growing relationship between Harding and Dagna while also digging into Harding's inner life and experiences in the Inquisition in ways I love.

Aeducan Pride by Cartadwarfwithaheartofgold. Rica/Female Aeducan, Rica/Bhelan, 2900 words, rated M. Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, power differences, dubious consent. Sereda Aeducan takes everything from her brother: the crown, his son, his plans, and finally, his wife. My favorite thing about this fic is Rica, her cunning and shrewdness and her focus on keeping herself and her son alive, and I also really enjoyed how a conniving and manipulative Sereda not only keeps Rica close but gains her affections as well.

Close at Hand, Friend and Foe by Cryptographic_Delurk. Anora/Cauthrien, 3000 words, rated T. A sharp and incisive character study Anora as well a story as two very different women fleeing the kingdom that has cast them aside. I really enjoyed the tension between Anora and Cauthrien as they struggle to find common ground.

bound up by your thread by @chocochipbiscuit. Isabela/Female Hawke, 3400 words, rated E. Some good old bondage, an old favorite of mine! and Hawke not having to make decisions just for a little while.

Birdsong by @montpahrnah. Isabela/Female Hawke, 6000 words, rated M. Warnings: Major Character Death. Isabela struggles to come to terms with Hawke's death in the Fade. An incredible, moving exploration of grief I'm not ashamed to say I ugly-cried my way through.

Her Beacon and Her Shield by Sheeana. Female Cousland/Anora, 8500 words, rated T. Political marriage to lovers, a trope I adore! I loved watching Anora and Elissa's foundational respect for one another as allies progress to fondness and affection. A bittersweet conclusion, yet with a sense of hope.

Dinner Time series by @fireferns. Dalish/Skinner, six short fics totalling 18000 words, ratings G through E. I love the author's prose style, and the loving attention to both these minor characters, developing their personalities and backstories; a truly wonderful read.

Happy Femslash February, friends, and happy reading! 💜

#dragon age #dragon age fic #dragon age femslash #fic recs #femslash february #cassandra x leliana #isabela x female hawke #cassandra x female trevelyan #isabela x merrill #dagna x harding #rica x female aeducan #anora x cauthrien #anora x female cousland #dalish x skinner #recs post

[forystr]

a commission for my friend @captaintiny ! thank you so dearly!

#dragon age #anora mac tie #dragon age anora #cousland #cousland x anora #loooove couslands and anoraks #*anoras #thank you again ash!

[mxanigel]

after the Battle of Denerim

A bit beyond six sentences for this particular Sunday~ ^_^

Queen Anora Mac Tir learns of the Archdemon's fall and her father's death. Features forced-betrothal awkwardness with Alistair and a vulnerable moment with Heather Cousland.

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“My queen, I bring news regarding the fight against the Archdemon.”

The messenger’s hunched posture and inability to meet Anora’s eyes convey more than enough, but she must hear the truth from the woman’s lips. “Report.”

“The burst of light we saw did mark the creature’s death. The Blight is over.”

Over, at long last. But at what cost? “Who survived?”

“Most forces led into battle by Warden Surana remain with us, though many soldiers are injured.”

It is still strange to hear others refer to that mage as a commander. “What of the Wardens themselves?”

“Warden Riordan was killed mid-battle. Warden Surana yet lives. But Teyrn— Warden Mac Tir…”

Her heart twists. Her throat clenches. Her emotions do not—cannot show on her face. “I said, report.”

The messenger gulps. “According to Warden Surana, Warden Mac Tir died while delivering the final blow that killed the Archdemon.”

Surana did not claim the credit. Anora sets aside that detail for later consideration. “So it is defeated.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

“By my father’s hand.”

“That is what I was told.”

Then he fell protecting the country he loved. A mixture of grief and relief she will not reveal builds pressure behind her eyes. “Thank you for the report. Ensure what we know is recorded. Once Denerim recovers, we will celebrate this victory.”

“Yes, my queen.” The messenger hesitates.

Anora narrows her eyes. “You are dismissed.”

The woman bows and flees the room.

There is much to be done—Denerim still burns, soldiers and civilians alike are injured, and even the healthy will require rations, shelter, a place to sleep. Anora is not so naive as to believe that no hostiles remain within the city walls simply because the Archdemon was slain. And she did not spend nearly every waking moment ruling this nation in Cailan’s absence and after his death to watch it fall apart now.

Hour after hour passes. Only her steward’s intervention ensures she eats meals at reasonable times. It’s long past sunset when a gentle tap on her elbow startles her out of her focus. She glances up to find Alistair’s face creased with concern. “You should rest.”

“Later.”

He grips her shoulder. “I don’t think you’ll enjoy me being the one to remind you of your duty to our people.”

Anora shakes off his grasp. “I accept your point. I will retire for the evening.”

“I’m not sure right now still counts as ‘evening,’ Anora.”

A realization of weariness unexpectedly doubles the weight of her limbs. “I will retire for the night. Alone.”

He exhales and steps back, his hands raised in defense. “We aren’t married yet. I wasn’t going to ask.”

She blames exhaustion for her words, her tone. Exhaustion and repressed sorrow. “Thank you, Alistair. For checking on me.”

He blinks. “Of course I checked on you. And… you’re welcome.”

Anora nods once in acknowledgment. Then she pushes herself away from the desk and wraps herself in a veneer of weary calm en route to her chamber, offering tired greetings and words of thanks to those she meets along the way. But once she closes the door behind her, she slumps backward against it and sliding down to the floor, burying her head in her arms. Yet tears do not fall.

“I knew you wouldn’t relax until you were back here.”

Anora bolts upright, grabbing the nearby bronze candlestick—not much of a weapon, but it is preferable to empty hands. Then her alarm eases enough to recognize the woman seated on her bed. “Maker take you, Heather. When did you sneak into my room?”

Heather Cousland yawns while languidly stretching her arms above her head. “Some time ago. You kept me waiting.”

Anora opens her mouth to protest the absurd claim and then decides against it. Heather is goading her into a retort. “I asked you to support civilians in finding shelter. Why are you here?”

“Because after I heard about your father, I needed to be at your side.”

Admitting her selfishness instead of declaring she did this for my sake is unlike her. Moisture stings Anora’s eyes. “What game are you playing?”

Heather quickly crosses the space between them to grasp her hands. “No game, Anora. You’re hurting, no matter how well you hide it. When you hurt, I hurt. If you don’t want me here, say the word, and I’ll leave. But if there’s anything I can do to support you, name it, and it’s yours.”

Anora stands perfectly still as a battle rages in her mind. She must maintain her own strength. Any cracks will only confirm the belief that she should not be queen. Despite Surana’s surprising machinations, her betrothal to Alistair—and thus her position—is not set in stone, and she will not provide Arl Eamon further reason to argue against it.

But Heather’s gentle, earnest gaze overpowers her weakening defenses. She collapses into her arms, finally releasing her grief.

#dragon age fanfic #queen anora mac tir #heather cousland #cousland x anora #female cousland x anora #I run to these two when I need f/f feels

[ziskandra]

No-pressure writing ask: what's a line or a scene you've written that you still think about because it makes you happy?

‘Happy’ isn’t my usual writing forte, but when I sat down to think for something that actually elicited some of that vibe instead of just like, a passage I was particularly proud of…

… and I immediately thought of this scene near the end of To Find a Cure, an Anora/f!Cousland epistolary fic I wrote a few years ago which takes place during the events of Inquisition!

A flash of hot panic runs through Elissa’s belly. Her hands shift to grasp Anora’s shoulders. “Anora. Anora. Listen to me.”

Anora stares back at Elissa, intently hanging onto her every word. Is this really it? Their final goodbye? There are no words that can truly capture the magnitude of the moment.

Elissa wets her lips. “Anora. When I die…” She takes a deep ragged breath, stopping short. She’d never actually confronted her inevitable death before, like it was something that was absolutely going to happen instead of something she was desperate to prevent.

She’d never been the type for wills or testimonies or succession planning. That had been her wife’s forte. She doesn’t know what to say.

She goes with her gut.

“When I die,” she finally continues, blood roaring in her ears, “I don’t want another fucking statue.”

Cauthrien laughs before Anora even has a chance to process what Elissa's said. There's a moment where they're all laughing, the three of them, and even Dog seems to be joining in.

#my endings are usually more bitter than sweet so I like how this fic is more sweet than bitter!! #elissa and anora are in LOVE!!! #anyway #anora mac tir x cousland #anora mac tir #asha answers #thank you for the fun ask friend! it gave me a good opportunity to reflect on my preferred writing beats #mxanigel

[phillipsgraves]

i was tagged by the lovely @leviiackrman to make some of my clowns in these meikers! [f/f | m/m | m/f ] thank you ❤️

tagging @kourumi, @queennymeria, @chuckhansen, @denerims, @florbelles, @dihardys, @unholymilf, @jackiesarch, @arklay, and anyone else who'd like to do this! no pressure as always and apologies for any double tags 🤧

capt. john price / dr. madeline ortega | cmdr. phillip graves / lt. apollo de rossi

inquisitor antonio trevelyan / dorian pavus | warden andreas cousland / queen anora mac tir

#tag games #yea i know #oc: madeline ortega #oc: apollo de rossi #oc: antonio trevelyan #oc: andreas cousland #x: take my breath away #x: apollo & graves #x: the heart shaped arrow through my chest #i havent had time to think of fancy tags for everyone Okay #x: andreas & anora

[alistairsprayerwarrior]

Listen Before I Go

"It was a love match, you know."

Sereda hesitated as she snatched the handle to Anora's temporary chambers. She'd heard enough of the woman's insistence on being queen, especially her implications with regard to Alistair.

"...What are you talking about?" Sereda asked, humoring her. It had been years since she'd spoken of Cailan, and her last meeting with him was bittersweet, just before his death.

Anora casually ran her fingers along the wood of her sleighbed as she spoke, knowing she'd struck a chord. It was unnerving how well Anora sensed it. "Don't insult my intelligence, Lady Cousland. You know full well as to what I am referring," she said.

She dropped her hand, defeated. All Sereda knew about Cailian ending their brief courtship was his 'duty to the throne'; after his father went missing, and marrying Anora as a result. He never fully explained why, just that he was to do as he was bid - and nothing more. It vexed her for years until she was able to push it into the deep recesses of her heart.

And now the woman who claimed him had the audacity to mention him.

"...Fine, I'll bite," Sereda said softly, still avoiding the woman's hard gaze. Yet, she continued to speak so casually of Cailian, the man she had wed, her dead husband.

"I found him, once..." Anora paused, as if considering her next words. Unbeknownst to Sereda, she was opening her own wounds. Perhaps, she hoped, if she reached out to the Warden, heart to heart, woman to woman, she could convince her that she would be the proper ruler that Ferelden needed, and not the bastard that she was so utterly in love with.

Oh, the irony of it all.

"He was asleep in our bed, from a night of drinking," she scoffed bitterly. "It was supposed to be a night of celebration. I was pregnant, with his first child. He was so happy. The kingdom, was happy..."

Sereda recalled the gossip and rumors, the stories from her mother and father of the announcement. She still remembered how bitter she felt, but did her damnedest to ignore it all the same. Sereda fought to urge to ask her to get to the point.

"He fell asleep, with some missive in his hand, close to his chest. I thought he was in the middle of some last-minute paperwork, some notice. My curiosity got the better of me," Anora had been slowly pacing about the room, consoling her own growing anxiety from the memory.

"It was one of your many letters, from what I learned later on. I knew you both had corresponded in the past, that he once courted you. I accepted that. 'Twas the nature of men and their politics," she paused, her tone changing into something soft; vulnerable.

"But, this letter... it was different. It was worn, unlike the others. As if he'd read it on many ocassion. I knew I'd regret reading it, but I did it anyway. I... I had to know. I had to know what you had that I didn't..."

#anora mac tir #sereda cousland #king cailan #cailan theirin #alistair theirin #dao alistair #female cousland #warden cousland #alistair x cousland #cousland origin #dao #dragon age #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #drabble #writing wip #mood #angst #unrequited love

[pinkfey]

the thing abt rowena and alistair that kills me is how her making him king is (in her head) an act of love in the same way her parents sending her with duncan against her will was

#forcing fate on another bc it’s your only means of protecting them #dooming them to a life they never wanted but at least they’ll live a few years long #*longer #in her head there isn’t even a choice and that is fucked up!! of course there’s a choice!! his choice!! #bc in her head as long as he is alive he’s a threat to the crown and people will never leave him be #and she can’t trust anora because anora is too much like her and she’s already been wounded by the people in power #too much to trust anyone other than herself #so she makes him king and promises she’ll carry all of the burden and he relents only because he loves her #it’s so messed up !! tbqh !! warden alistair is the ideal to me #but it’s just not something rowena would do #there’s commentary about how a deeply traumatized TWENTY YEAR OLD should not be the one deciding the fate of a country #too much power in the hands of a girl so angered at those whose actions put her there #idk why i’m rambling i just. that decision is awful yet so complex. there’s so much going on there and so much that intersects !! #her and alistair her and anora her and eamon and loghain and howe….. #i know ppl hate when alistair isn’t a warden and especially when he’s still softened while made king it’s just !! it’s abt The Narrative 😔 #and they end up okay. they do. they’re okay. he doesn’t hate her for it. they love each other Too Much. it’s just !! u know !! a flaw !! #anyways.txt #ch: rowena cousland #x: a soft epilogue

[juniemoe]

i love nathaniel howe so so much!!!! gimme kith

#i'm thinking about julian/nate 👉👈 #i'm a simple gal i like nathaniel howe x warden cousland #and nate's just not ashara's type #ahh the angst of julian falling for the son of a man who killed his family #he would write so many letters about him to anora and anora would be so exasperated sjlsksks #'please husband just bed him already. it is obvious it's what both of you want' #sjsksjsj #julian and anora are definitely in love but she's cool with him having another partner #but not like. multiple #anyway!!! going insane thinking about this whole night bye #oc: julian #oc tag

[deviousspleen]

Dragon Age: Origins (confession)

Okay so I recently started to play DAO again. I havent touch the game for like... 4 or 5 years and I have to admit, I am conflicted of how I am playing rn. I used to have a perfect state of world as in :

Cousland daughter

side with the mages

side with the elves

side with Harrowmont

romancing Alistair - hardening him - making him a King with the Warden

I mostly kept the originals points in my current game, but the last one... The last one is problematic to me. You see, I decided to play the Cousland at the point "We are Cousland, we do our duty first"... And the Landsmeet is different from what I did. So the Cousland are a noble family that do what needs to be done, including your duty before your love. So as a Cousland, Elissa decided to think about Ferelden first. That is possibly one of the most angsty thing ever for my heart. Alistair is ready to be king but he lacks of perspective. As a warden with the taint in his blood, he has at least 20 years to live, hence him leaving probably until his 40s. After that, Ferelden will have (that's for sure), a crisis of succession. Anora canon told my warden "Cailan had his women"... Bastards ? The point is that I believe Alistair would make a fine king but to have this state of the world a bit... successful, he needs a wife. And yes. Anora. Anora ruled Ferelden. She is untainted by the joining unlike Cousland, she is clever, she knows the way of politics when Alistair's blood is what makes his claim stronger. Tradition and stability, that's what Ferelden needs. Even if there is a small chance Alistair and Anora could have a child, this is a big bet that would secure 20 years of stability and possibly more ! So...

Cousland daughter

side with the mages

side with the elves

side with Harrowmont

romancing Alistair - hardening him - making him a King with Anora and retiring the Warden looks like the better option... (because in time, I learned as a woman to like Anora!)

#dao #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #alistair x cousland #king alistair #queen anora #anora mac tir #warden cousland

[inquisimer]

HELLO MER i come to request some Alistair x Warden based off the poem "Love Is" by Nikki Giovanni (who i got to meet once she's so cool and also very short and powerful love her so much):

Few recognize that love is commitment, responsibility no fun at all unless

Love is You and me

hap late friday ro💜 this felt very king alistair/queen cousland to me, so have some Alistair x Ember in her queenverse :3

725 words for @dadrunkwriting

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Heavy is the head that wears the crown, that’s what they said. They also said it would weigh heavier on their young heads, that they’d taken it in a fit of idealistic passion, that it would all crumble around them.

They didn’t care.

Alistair rose from his throne first, stretching crooked bones and muscles in a decidedly not kingly manner. He pushed his crown up to scratch at where his hair had matted against his skin. With half a smile, Ember propped an elbow against her own throne and used her fist to rest her chin.

“You know, you could always grow you hair out. It helps with the—“ she gestured at her own head, where thick locks of red hair protected her sensitive skin from the thin band of gold, twisted in an ornate pattern that mimicked wheat at its ends.

“It’s not the hair,” Alistair groused, “It’s because they make me wear one that’s three times as thick as yours just because I’m a man.”

“I’ll swap with you. Eamon doesn’t need to know.”

“He’d know,” Alistair said darkly. “He always knows.”

Ember stood and closed the space between them with graceful steps. She lifted Alistair’s crown from his head and held it to her chest as she gently kissed his cheek. As she pulled away, he caught her face with both hands and pulled her back for a proper kiss.

“What are we going to do about Edgehall?” she asked, resting her forehead against his chin. “I feel as though we’ve poured so many restoration efforts into the region, and yet it seems to do no good.”

“Maybe we need to look at Lendon. He always seemed a bit slimy to me.”

“You think all of the Arls are slimy.”

“Not true,” Alistair countered. “The arl of Amaranthine is perfectly lovely.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Now that’s simply untrue.” He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her from their dais, toward the door that would take them to an illusion of privacy. “But as far as Edgehall is concerned, perhaps an independent envoy, rather than money directly to the arl? That would settle the matter of where the breakdown in the funds is happening, at least somewhat.”

“It’s something,” Ember agreed. They passed into their private suites, laying their crowns in the designated cases in the foyer. Beyond that lay their chambers, the closest thing they had to true privacy.

Walking through those doors felt as freeing as loosened hand cuffs, as though the hangman had cut his noose from their necks. It had been nearly a year since they agreed the nation could not be trusted to Anora’s plans, and yet neither relished the power they’d come into, despite what the papers and the rumors said.

“We deserve a break,” Alistair said suddenly.

“Yeah?” Ember snorted. “And we’re about as likely to get it as we were before the archdemon was dead.”

Alistair hummed thoughtfully. “We could come up with a plausible idea….a visit to Highever, maybe?”

Ember’s heart soared and tightened at the same time, as it always did at the mention of her home. She leaned into Alistair’s chest and sighed. His arms encircled her knowingly, stroking soothing motions up and down her shoulder blades.

“You don’t think Eamon would see through that?” she said, voice soft and weak as it could only be when they were alone.

“Who cares,” Alistair said loftily. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “He wanted me to be king so badly, he’ll just have to listen.”

He pulled back slightly, tracing down the line of her cheek and finding a home for his hand at the nape of her neck. “Fergus will have things in hand, I’m sure, and we could have some truly uninterrupted peace.”

“Mmmm been a while since we had that luxury.” It was sorely tempting. All of that and to be surrounded by the childhood home she missed and mourned in equal measures. And her brother.

“Alright,” she agreed. “But only if you tell Eamon. He barely tolerates me as it is.”

Alistair bent his head to kiss her softly. “Almost makes you miss a tent out on the edge of the Wilds, no?”

That made Ember laugh, and huddle a bit closer to Alistair’s fur-lined tunic for memory of the chill. “Almost, indeed.”

#dadwc #my writing #oc: ember cousland #ember x alistair #alistair theirin #king alistair #queen cousland #alistair x cousland #warden cousland #dao #dragon age

[vigilskeep]

Voted Cousland x Morigan because of that one post you made ages ago about Cousland marrying Anora and getting everything, then leaving it all behind following Morigan through the Eluvian

omg i cant believe people remember that, i think that was the first one i did of that original run of dao ship asks... anyway so correct cousland/morrigan is soooooo good

#sometimes u just gotta be a knight slaying dragons for ur beloved #why does this anon have such large text btw im fascinated i feel like im being spoken to very loudly

[sapphim]

hey! just for shits n giggles

#oc blab #why? why not

[mxanigel]

Have a sapphic ballad: "She Keeps Me Warm" by Mary Lambert

Link: https://open.spotify.com/track/4Yb6G9OWgGBmfOpxcFxp6P

[send me a song from your Spotify Wrapped and I'll match it to an OC]

Mary Lambert - She Keeps Me Warm

Heather/Anora FEEEEEELS

*ahem* Specifically Heather toward Anora. She takes time to figure out what it is she feels for Anora. Then she kisses her. Anora doesn't react well. It's bumpy for a bit. Heather essentially runs away. But Anora seeks her out, finding her in the rain, and I mean of course they have to sleep close together because it's cold and and and--

... someday I'll finish this fic. Someday.

#thank you for the ask! #songs for OCs #Heather Cousland #Heather x Anora