#ser gilmore

[gweywarden]

„A Cousland and now…nothing”

[corvidkusnos]

The Melancholy of Lady Cousland and Ser Gilmore

A doodle that got carried away

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: if i had to bang a man with red hair during human noble origin, why couldn’t it have been ser gilmore? forbidden love between a knight and his lord’s kid? he’s sneaking into my chambers to fuck me until i can’t even think anymore? he sacrifices himself to save me?

[sweetmage]

Click for full res! ✨️

A little compilation of some of my favorite Dragon Age art I've done this year so far! Can't wait to have a new game full of more sad/funny little guys to draw 🥰

[set-sail-for-the-stars]

I started my second playthrough of dragon age origins a year after my first time playing the game and… I don’t know if the feels are higher now than back then. it’s such a joy to be back to characters you love dearly. the human noble origin broke me *again*, even harder this time because I talked to everyone I could, even all the guards, and I had the Ser Gilmore mod installed to give him a smooch. knowing he lay at Fort Drakon almost made me cry again.

and then there’s Alistair.

[rrredgi]

Ser Gilmore you will be missed.....

[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.

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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!"

[siddunbi]

Two men yearning for the leader /j

I downloaded the Ser Gilmore npc mod and while the va is jarring it's still perfect for the fact it's a gat damn MOD. like my lord. anywho i need a nice outfit for morrigan