No Orlesian Wallflower

The ocean can be soft and still or rough and rigid. but in the end, it is always beautiful.

[eleanorcousland]

                                         HELLO and welcome!!

UPDATE: moved to @kismetwilled​

     well, my name is salt (she/her 30+) and i cannot confirm nor deny that this isn’t an Eleanor Cousland fan blog that just happens to rp sometimes XDD i kid, i kid... unless >_>

anyway, general rp rules apply; have fun, don’t be a dick, no godmodding or forcing ships, and so on and so forth. i hope you enjoy your stay here at seawolf stan hotel! :3

bio & verses

starters

memes

headcanons

[eleanorcousland]

   ayeeee mama’s home ~

[brycecousland]

Do not reblog/use without permission

[gonemechaniic]

     gonna be out for the next couple of days cause it’s my anniversary/vday EXTRAVANGANZA !!! but i’m still hording vday memes and making a whole week ( or two ) abt it. love you guys. stay safe. and have a happy day of loves!!

   xoxo  – salt 

[eleanorcousland]

                              If my life were a fragrance                               it would smell like the s e a

                           ind. priv. sel. eleanor cousland from bioware’s dragon age                                                               loved by salt

[gothabilly-kitty]

Here’s a song for you… Devil's Dance Floor by Flogging Molly

[eleanorcousland]

Me at 3am (my time at least) : passing out to hoizer (run) thinking of the siblings taking part in all the haunting-esque vocals while ellie sings the main lyrics.

[eleanorcousland]

Me: forever ago randomly places Flogging Molly in Ellie's spotify playlist

Me now: softly smiling whenever it comes up when writing Ellie things.

[eleanorcousland]

meme from forever ago

     @higheverheir​ asked  ❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

     a bright smile instantly blooms across her face, arms out and open for elissa to come near.  ❝ of course, my dear. come sit. ❞        

     smile continues to shines as she brushes and combs, parts and sections out those soft strands of her daughter’s hair. braiding and unbraiding, not really finding a rhyme or reason with her endeavor. in time eleanor becomes a little lost in the casual task, idly humming a shanty or two. eventually she takes to weaving stories. 

            ❝ you know, at times we used to have braiding trains upon the ship; your grandmother, aunt lynn, and i. ❞   there comes a soft laugh.  ❝ your uncle ferdi too. he always kept his hair longer back then.... ❞  she continues, recounting fond memories. even when in the midst of war, the mac eanraig’s and crew would find whatever time they could between the seemingly endless onslaught of fighting to ease themselves from the stress and occasional sorrows of combat. it’s somewhat of a melancholy expression upon the seawolf’s features but gradually would it fade to pride in gazing upon her pup’s crown.  ❝ hmm i do believe there’s a knotting technique i have yet to show you. it actually proves rather unique centered with certain hairstyles. ❞  

[eleanorcousland]

[eleanorcousland]

The Mac Eanraigs

Fearchar Mac Eanraig “The Storm Giant” vessel: The Tempest (( Djimon Hounsou ))

Eldrid Mac Eanraig (née Froste) “The Storm Witch” vessel: The Barracuda (( Lisa Bonet ))

Bernard Mac Eanraig “The Dragon” vessel: Dauntless  (( Idris Elba ))

Evelynn (Lynn) Mac Eanraig “The Misty Maiden” vessel: Aurora (( Thalissa Teixeira ))

Ferdinand (Ferdi) Mac Eanraig “The Reef Shark” vessel: The Maelstrom (( Cykeem White ))

[eleanorcousland]

totally lost the meme, but @manenimittliv​ sent::

     ⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

     i know we hear her voice in da:o and in da2 considering the same VA plays leandra but... naaaah 

from watching more black sails i can see elle having a bit of a max quality to her voice. still carrying the ferelden (english/british) tone but having somewhat of an orlesian (french) twist in the middle/end. 

thinking back to her raider days, there’s probably been some moments of subterfuge where she would have to don a, if not orlesian, a more foreign sounding accent in order to infiltrate certain areas along the coast. it might have been something that just stuck with her over the years; something she’d gotten used to. and considering that i don’t really think the mac eanraig’s fleet were entirely comprised of fereldens, there’s a possibly that all of the siblings were exposed to different accents growing up.

also in my ellie background, her mother was not from ferelden but was a raider growing up and sailing around antiva, rivain, and brandel's reach so even she has a mix to the quality of her voice as well, which no doubt probably carried on to her children.

so yeah to me it doesn’t feel right that a woman, a family, basically born at sea sailing all about the thedas coasts would have just a simple-ish ferelden tone to their voice. 

[eleanorcousland]

Hast thou partaken in the act of fornication?

❝ ah-hmm......  ❞        

     lips tighten into the thinest line. the corner of her mouth just slightly wavering from a cheeky smile. she really wants to give a genuine response. the mind tries to puzzle together some sembelence of an answer... 

     nope. nope. she is just going to errupt in a fit of laughter. 

          that’s it. that’s the answer. 

[angelprompts]

❣️                             VALENTINES   INTERACTIONS !

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) !

[ be my valentine ]  to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine.

[ ring in a box ]  to propose to my muse.

[ box of chocolates ]  to give my muse a box of chocolates.

[ romantic song ]  to serenade my muse with a romantic song.

[ flowers ]  to hand my muse a bouquet of their favourite flowers.

[ smooches ]  to kiss my muse on the lips.

[ cheek kiss ]  to kiss my muse on the cheek.

[ lingerie ]  to gift my muse sexy lingerie.

[ dinner ]  to ask my muse out to a fancy dinner.

[ breakfast ]  to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed.   

[ confession ]  to confess romantic feelings to my muse.

[ love letter ]  to give my muse a love letter.

[ chefs kiss ]  to cook my muse their favourite meal.

[ oversized teddy ]  to gift my muse a giant teddy bear.

[ cheesy ]  to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line ( bonus if you include the line ).   

[ chocolate strawberries ]  to gift my muse chocolate covered strawberries.

[ rom com ]  to have a rom com movie marathon with my muse.

[ jealousy ]  to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine.

[ bake off ]  to challenge my muse to a heart-shaped cake bake off.

[ slow dance ]  to slow dance with my muse.

[ bubble bath ]  to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse.

[ rose petals ]  to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse.

[eleanorcousland]

@mercyburned​ // clare cause i owe u like all the things!! x3

     she naturally wakes before the others. a lifetime at sea made her prime for getting up to watch the sun break through the horizon. what seems to be another lifetime of being a mother has shaped her to practically be up at a moment’s notice with feedings or nightmares. there’s a soft smile recalling the memories however it tenses to a thinning line when pressing her lips together. it seemed like there were more nightmares now-a-days. eleanor lingers upon the thought while sharpening her daggers almost becoming lost in the sound of it. this quiet contemplation is cut short in hearing shuffling nearby, but the smile returns with her daughter’s approach.

          ❝ up already, darling? want to get a bit of morning training in before the day really starts? ❞        

[eleanorcousland]

starter for @brycecousland​ \\  mermaid plot from like 5000 yrs ago <3

     The Mac Eanraig Institute; a marine education and research facility. their overall goal was to gather information and expand oceanic knowledge. it was something that came naturally to this family, practically born at sea, to branch out into maritime professions. of course this was a quality that came with associates occasionally comparing them to literary legends of the sea.

     however myths, fairy tales, magical beings.... they weren't real, right? they're just some flight of fancy to pacify children; parlor tricks and tall tales for entertainment. nothing fully solidified in fact yet simplified and explained with science and strenuous research. inconsequential distractions.

     eleanor mac eanraig knows this but as of late the biologist has nearly consumed herself in unexplainable revelations. strange readings from seismographs and recording interference. it didn't make sense and yet most of her research leaning up to this point leaned more on fantasy than science. 

          ❛ ellie would you listen to yourself... ❜   bernard, the eldest would try to act as some form of reason.

     ❝ look, i know what it sounds like, but i'm not crazy. there's something here! ❞   she insists despite her brother's concern.   ❝ somehow it's messing with our equipment and i'm gonna find it. with or without your help. ❞

          ❛ elle plea-- ❜ 

     ❝ i'm done arguing about this. ❞   eleanor's already backing away, paperwork in tow.   ❝ i'm taking the mistral and figuring out whatever the hell this is. ❞   she wouldn't wait for another protest yet that doesn't stop her brother trying.

          ❛ and what should i tell dad? ❜

     ❝ that i went for a dive, ❞   she answers over her shoulder.   ❝ technically, it's not a lie. ❞   there's the hint of a smirk in her tone regardless of knots of uncertainty tying her stomach all the way to the docks.

     eleanor checks and double checks her equipment, displays, basically anything to delay the inevitable. she tells herself everything is going to be fine. that it's probably nothing. repeats it while starting the vessel and easing it passed the break. murmurs it still getting into her wetsuit and testing her oxygen tank. it finally settles into her thoughts as she dives into the water. 

     she mentally counts the fathoms in her descent, ever so often checking her equipment to make sure things are adding up. a few minor hiccups with the electronics but so far so good.

          until it wasn’t.  

     so lost in her search, randomly documenting any findings, eleanor nearly misses the beeping of her depleting air. frantic she checks her gauges, her watch. she couldn’t have been down that long. however, it’s hard to tell considering there were no readings, nothing was working.

          shit

     little time to panic, she has to get to the surface. with any remaining energy, eleanor heads upward. gradually, she sees the sunlight above getting ever closer yet the seizing hold upon her chest hits first.  don't panic. don't think about it. just keep goi..ng ... u p.  her mind is still willing yet her body cannot respond. her lungs ache and burn for release, kicks become weaker, the light above flickers and dims and she witnesses her own descent.

     i shouldn't have gone by myself.             ... god damnit, i hate when bernard's right.      now i'm gonna die because of a wild goose chase.            well, it's not like a watery grave is so far removed...      way to be on brand, elle.

     at the last bit she actually manages a rather bittersweet smile in these final moments, body slowly drifting downward towards the ocean floor...

[fangirltothefullest]

By the way there’s an official and LONGER Wellerman

There’s also this one if you want to hear the deeper voices a little better: 

[eleanorcousland]

Ok but what if on like the first few weeks that Bryce and company were on the Mistral. They're celebrating a string of victories, all the merriment in the moment and Eleanor is just casually humming this. One by one the crew hears and gets super quiet. It takes her a second to realize what's happening, and ofc she hates being put on the spot like that, but then she takes a shot and starts full on singing anyway. Then little by little the crew brings in the rhythm until it's just this whole awesome collaboration that sweeps through the entire ship. Suddenly she catches Bryce's eye, the gaze holds, and it becomes preeetty obvious she's not entirely singing just for the crew anymore. Again one by one everyone gets quiet, it takes a second for her to realize what's happening, but at the moment she can't find a care over being put on the spot like that...