an independent, selective, and private roleplay blog for WARDEN COUSLAND of dragon age: origins. my name is bean (30s, they/she) and i will be your guide! don’t hesitate to approach with questions or plot ideas. i want it all.
▍ ❝ GENERAL.
SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. this means i’m particular about who i follow and i will only write with mutuals. NOT SPOILER FREE. NO GODMODDING, metagaming, etc. I SHIP CHEMISTRY, and i do not force ships because i’m not a monster. EXCLUSIVITY IS RARE but not unheard of so you can find my mains/exclusives list here
▍ ❝ PLEASE DO.
BREAK YOUR REPLIES FOR ME UP INTO SMALLER PARAGRAPHS if we write together, as my adhd makes hugelong paragraphs difficult to read; ASK ME TO TAG YOUR TRIGGERS if i’ve neglected to do so (whether i’m following you back or not); LIKE MY STARTER CALLS, send me memes, turn my meme replies into threads (if we are mutuals); SHOWER ME IN PLOT IDEAS and ooc chatter; HAVE PATIENCE with me on all of the above; FEEL FREE TO UNFOLLOW ME at any time for any reason, as i will be reserving the right to do so myself
▍ ❝ PLEASE DO NOT.
USE SUBSMALL TEXT or multiple spaces between words in our threads as i find both difficult to read; UNFOLLOW/REFOLLOW to get my attention (it won’t be the kind of attention you’re hoping for); EXPECT ANY KIND OF IMMEDIACY FROM ME IC OR OOC. i love making friends via roleplay, but i’m one smol nerd just trying to have a good time and i won’t stress myself out by trying to keep up with everything at once. just know it’s not personal, and i’ll get back to you as soon as i have the energy.
▍ ❝ I WILL GLADLY.
TAG NSFW AND TRIGGERS appropriately and accommodate those who ask to the best of my abilities; WELCOME LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS; USE MY SHITPOST TAG (#blacklist for less soft nonsense.) on most of my inane ooc content so feel free to block it, that’s what it’s there for
▍ ❝ I WILL TRY.
TO REMEMBER IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO BE REBLOGGED FROM, but please note that I have ADHD and may forget. Often and repeatedly. (A bit more info about this can be found here.) If being reblogged from on the reblogging website really bothers you, please feel free to block me as needed.
▍ ❝ I WILL NOT.
FOLLOW BLOGS THAT DON’T HAVE ANY RULES OR GUIDELINES set up; exceptions to this are reserved for muns i already know aka those whose boundaries i’m already familiar with; FOLLOW MANY BLOGS THAT INCLUDE CHARACTERS from game of thrones and/or house of the dragon, as i’m just not comfortable having a lot of ASOIAF content on my dash; exceptions to this are typically reserved for people i already know and/or multimuse blogs that include other fandoms/muses i’m interested in
▍ ❝ MUNDANE.
MY NAME IS BEAN/BEE. they/she. i’m 33, neurodivergent, and twelve different kinds of anxious but i’m working on it. I’M WHITE. in the event that i fuck up and/or swerve out of my lane, i invite my friends and followers of color—or fellow white folks who are wiser than me—to let me know. i can and will do better.
&& WE CAN MAKE DEVILS OF EACH OTHER, or we can take
that energy and make gods of ourselves. and i’d rather live my
life on a mission of building a heaven than working demolition
in hell. build big the beauty, build big the love. in a world of
JUDGMENT so much depends on the kindness of one friendly
face. so build your compassion, build your grace. build yourself
as beautiful as you want your world to be. for every day you
PAINT THE WAR, take a week and paint the beauty. everybody
knows what you're against; SHOW THEM WHAT YOU’RE FOR.
if you're a Nathaniel Howe lover like me, you probably also subscribe to the belief that he and Cousland definitely hung out as kids (even if only during summers and whatnot)
I firmly stand by the fact that they were besties/worsties when they were babies and then grew apart, only to reunite and sort out their differences later during their time at Vigil's Keep.
❝ naturally, my darling. ❞ zevran hums, brushing her fingertips against his lips and tip of his nose. it's so silent, he tries to hear her heartbeat. ❝ i've said it before, but if i were a better cook, you'd have a taste of antiva city already. alas, we will have to go and let the culinary artists excel at their craft. ❞ his hand finds her hair, and he wraps red curls around his fingers. ❝ it's true that ! everything is alight. i will have to take you through a brothel also. ❞ he wiggles his brow. ❝ not to use a service there. it's the most important part when visiting antiva. you must see a brothel. ❞
“i like your cooking,” elspeth insists, shifting closer to him in the low light, fingertips lightly tracing the curling line of one of his tattoos. “it's certainly more flavorful than mine, or—maker forbid—alistair's.” though it took some time before she felt they could trust him near their food, she's grown fond of zevran's cooking in particular. it simply reached the point where she figured poison would be a lot of trouble when he could have simply snapped her neck as she dozed on his shoulder during watch that one night.
ginger brows lift when he mentions visiting a brothel, and she laughs softly, fingertips moving from swirling ink to trace the hard raised line of a scar. “i mean, if you insist.” she recalls him telling her that he spent his early years living in one, and she wonders what that must have been like. “and i'm sure i'll never have need of their services. i am quite satisfied.” she smiles slightly, eyes warm in the dark.
