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Love Letters

Alistair and Lucy Amell

These letters were written as a collaboration between @callmethebrightness and myself for the lovely @elspethdekarios's birthday. callmethebrightness wrote the AMAZING letter from Alistair (and I'm obsessed with it, she nailed his voice so well) while I wrote Lucy Amell's reply letter <3 This was so much fun to work on and I am in awe of the talent my friends have in this little corner of tumblr. Thank you @elspethdekarios for trusting us with your OC! I hope you have the happiest of birthdays and that you adore these love letters!

Full text under the cut!

Alistair's Letter by @callmethebrightness

To Warden-Commander Lucy Amell, Hero of Ferelden: Lucy, I love you. I know, bad form to start a letter like that; without even a hello and how are you, but it's literally the only thing that comes to mind when I think of you, so I had to write it down first. I love you. There. Now to the rest. We're making strides looking into the Wardens and Corypheus, this "false Calling" he's managed, though it's not the sort of progress I'm particularly excited about. Every time I think I've figured out the worst of it, more bad news rears its ugly head. I'm a bit less skeptical now that we have some proper allies: not only the Champion of Kirkwall, but Inquisitor Sulah Lavellan, who has all her people putting their heads together to do something about all this. We should consider having an army at our disposal for all our problems, it's really marvelously convenient. Skyhold is an amazing place. Not just the fortress itself, where I've gotten into all sorts of places I shouldn't be ("Oh, I haven't seen this door before" -- surprise, it's a dungeon. No, thank you.) but the people and the activity here. It feels like everyone from the servants to the Inquisitor herself is committed to working together. I've met Fereldans, Orlesians, city elves, surface dwarves, ex-Templars, mages, farmers, nobles, Chantry sisters, Dalish spies, qunari, Tevinters...I could go on. If anything might be able to actually unite all of Thedas, the way the Chantry says it does, it's this thing. It's this place. Maker, I wish you could see it. Every time I see something incredible in my travels, I think that, you know. "Lucy would love this, I wish she could see it." And every time I see something horrible I think, "Maker, I wish Lucy was with me." You get the idea, don't you? You, with me, all the time, no matter what. Sometimes you're all I think about. But you knew that already. We're going to figure this thing out, Lucy. I'm going to make sure the Wardens have nothing more to fear from this Elder One, even if I have to fight him myself. And when you return, whether you've found what you're looking for or not, and I see you again -- I'm going to take you in my arms and never let you go. I mean it. That's not an exaggeration. I never want to be apart from you again, Lucy. Nothing is more important to me than that. What else? I love you. I miss you. Leliana is scarier than ever, but in a good way. I've eaten Orlesian cheese and do not care for it. I miss you. I told the Inquisition's ambassador I would include a small note in their missive to the Hero of Ferelden but my letter is now longer than the official one. I hope those creepy ravens of Leliana's can carry a little extra weight. When you see it, write her back and tell her it's creepy; she won't listen to me. There are less terrible birds, Leliana. Maker, I miss you so much I don't want to stop writing to you. Is that odd? Probably. But you wouldn't say odd. "Alistair, you're too sweet." That's what you always say when I'm being a fool, especially a lovestruck fool. Can't say I don't appreciate it, though. I'll write you again soon. There's talk of the fortress at Adamant, a potential siege. All sorts of military talk I do not care for. Whatever happens, you'll hear from me soon. I never can stand to wait long. Yours forever, Alistair

Lucy Amell's Letter (by me)

To Warden Alistair: [In a smaller script] Leliana, don’t be nosy! You’ve got your own letter! My darling, I love you. I don’t care if it’s bad form, just seeing those words at the start of your letter gave me so much joy and comfort that I couldn’t even read the rest of letter at first. I just wanted to linger there on those words and imagine them in your voice. I love you. I love you. I love you. And, Maker’s breath, I miss you, too. As my journey out west bring me farther and farther away from recognizable society, I find myself traveling alone more often than not. There are good people out here, and plenty of interesting distractions, and more than enough danger to keep my mind occupied, but again and again I wish you were at my side. I know taking down the Elder One is important, but these days I wish I had been more selfish and brought you along. But what’s done is done, and it’s good that you’re there, trying to shake some sense into our fellow Wardens. Someone has to.  What you’ve told me about the situation, and what little Inquisitor Lavellan has included in her letter, troubles me. It sounds like Corypheus is more dangerous than we thought…but if the Inquisition has the army and the resources that you say it does, then I trust them to succeed. And I trust you to survive whatever comes your way. We’ve gotten out of worse scrapes, the two of us, haven’t we? Regardless, I’ve asked Inquisitor Lavellan to look after you. I know, I know, you would say I’m fussing over you too much (but I know you love it). But if she’s your ally, then she’s my ally too, and I feel no shame in asking this much of her. I want you in one piece when we meet again, my love. Be good for me. Don’t wander into dungeons that you can’t wander out of. Avoid the Orlesian cheese if you hate it so much. Remind Leliana to eat every now and again. I know her work keeps her busy, and I can only imagine that the death of the Divine has shaken her more than she’s letting on. And take care of yourself, too.  Oh, and I’m not telling Leliana that her birds are creepy. Just be glad she’s not sending missives via nug, or we’d never get letters to one another. I’ll write soon, my darling. I love you. I miss you. Yours always, Lucy [below, in a messier scrawl, as if added to the end of the page in haste] Alistair, I’m glad I didn’t send this letter right away! I’ve got big news. I think I’ve found something, and if I’m right, it means the end of this journey is in sight. I don’t want to say what it is just yet, but…I have a really good feeling about this. This might be the cure we’ve been hoping for.  But if not, I don’t care. If it’s not this, then I’ve got nothing else to investigate out here. If this isn’t our cure, then the silver lining is this—I’m coming home, and nothing is going to stop me. Meet me in Redcliffe when all of this is said and done. Whether I’ve found the cure for our Callings or not, I will be there, in the place we first started to fall in love, at the start of the next summer. And once we are together again, my love, I swear that nothing will ever separate us again. With all my love, Lucy

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Arrow 3x1 | The Rookie 6x6

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Alistair and Lucy Amell

A birthday gift for the lovely @elspethdekarios 💕

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Request by  legends-of-today

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In honor of finishing my first ever DA:O playthrough, here's my Warden, Lucy Amell 🤍

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MY OCs GENDERSWAPPED (shows)

fivel stewart as amelia thompson booboo stewart as emery thompson

elizabeth olsen as astraea collins robert pattinson as asher collins

diana silvers as celia rhodes conan gray as cillian rhodes

adelaide kane as juliet shepherd luke newton as julien shepherd

sarah gadon as lady dove harrison osterfield as lord dante

rose williams as astryn stark harry gilby as aston stark

lucy hale + mark mckenna as riley morris

leighton meester as bianca stirling ross lynch as brandon stirling

nick robinson as bradley stirling katherine langford as brenna stirling

mila kunis as marin quinn hayden christensen as martin quinn

jessica alba as tara winchester tyler hoechlin as tate scott

brenton thwaites as lucas callahan ashley benson as lucia callahan

alycia debnam-carey as celeste lucas cody christian as cristian lucas

cobie smulders as eliza moore ashton kutcher as elijah moore

stephen amell as wyatt moore brie larson as willa moore

natalia dyer as olivia cohen charlie heaton as oliver cohen

holland roden as mila carson sean berdy as miles carson

madelyn cline as rosalind lahey rudy pankow as ross lahey

boyd holbrook as alexander madden rachel mcadams as alexandria madden

rudy pankow as theo barnett madelyn cline as thea barnett

katie douglas as felicity allen matt lintz as finley allen

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Zeus Brundle Ch9 [11~15]

And so they looked down the lake. Deep below in the darkness, fish sparkled like stars in the nigh sky.

creak gigigig

what can I say, feels like her ignition point has been noticeably lowered compared to the previous season I like a boy and girl pair bickering with each other though… but you know, I prefer it when there are no romantic feelings involved in that kind of bickering pair

this mf he made a sudden attack hah dammit I received critical damage and got staggered

woah no wait I'm not ready for this scene yet

but somehow I feel like there might be someone's intervention here

it wasn't

oh yeah right, it was like that I was quite pissed off that I had to suck his ass…….. but just think about your first appearance who would like you if you suddenly walked over and slammed the wall I still can't forget that so plain and boring comment you dumbass

But! Other than that, I honestly liked him from the beginning! I like reckless troublemaker characters

I honestly don't know how did she come to like him they say kids become closer by fighting, I guess that's the case

When she told him how she came to like him, Zeus crossed his arms and as if taking offense to something.

? ?? ????? what how because she was the first girl to rebel against him or something like that? for real??

he's a brat…….. what should I do with him he's an elementary school kiddo…………. I wanna give him a Minecraft diamond pickaxe

huh is it possible if I really seriously consider it: I'd choose the one with better class quality I bet welfare is better in Night Class, but considering that she'll be taking classes at night and her bedtime will change continuously, Night Class might not be the best option

Back at the dormitory, Liz kept giggling like an idiot and talked to Amel about her first date.

haha she already completed that course long ago

Then there came a knock on the door, and the housemother entered their room.

the first guest followed the appropriate procedures then it might be Klaus…? I don't think Zeus or Hiro would choose such a complicated process; they would probably just jump in through the window but what's with 'they can't enter'

(and you know housemother, she's already gone out several times without your permission)

So Liz changed her clothes and made her way outside.

huh I didn't expect them to appear and their atmosphere make me shiver

When Liz asked what was going on, Al told her the news with a serious expression, mentioning it was an emergency.

brooch? I bet she kept that well in her pocket

what missing how erm… what if she thought she put it in her pocket, but it ended up falling on the floor? there are such cases I think she should go in reverse order starting from the most recent location

ouch their gaze is so harsh it hurts,,,

but was the brooch that important if it was that important, shouldn't it just be stored securely…? oh what if this situation itself was what Remb was aiming for what if he had calculated that the brooch would arrive to Luci somehow and handed it to Liz

Anyway, Cae asked Liz to follow them for now as they would explain later. why did the atmosphere suddenly reverse

-Ch9 End-

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Roommates List

SINGLE (BED) ROOMS

Robbie Amell

Karl Urban

Chad Michael Murray

Chase Stokes & Madelyn Cline

Matthew Tkachuk & Suki Waterhouse

Taylor York & Hayley Williams

Josh Dun & Debby Ryan

Joe Keery & Dianna Agron

Glen Powell & Sydney Sweeney

Shane West & Leighton Meester

Chris Evans & Minka Kelly

Chris Pine & Katie Cassidy

Chace Crawford & Ashley Benson

Andy Samberg & Anna Camp

Ryan Gosling & Kelli Berglund

Travis Kelce & Taylor Swift

TWIN (TWO BEDS) ROOMS

Brie Larson & Anna Kendrick

Jensen Ackles & Caity Lotz

Chris Hemsworth & Danneel Harris

Skeet Ulrich & Emmy Rossum

Lucy Hale & Lizzie Olsen

Tyler Hoechlin & Phoebe Tonkin

Andrew Garfield & Alexandra Daddario

Adam Devine & Samara Weaving

Michael B Jordan & Kathryn Winnick

Emma Mackey & Alexander Calvert

Kat McNamara & Ryan Reynolds

Lance Bass & Louis Tomlinson

Zac Efron & Tyler Seguin

Jon Groff & Anthony Mackie

Evan Peters & Kaia Gerber

TRIPPLE (THREE BEDS) ROOMS

Ben Platt & Brittay Snow & Miles Teller

Taylor Kitsch & Aly Michalka & Emma Roberts

Dylan O'Brien & Shelley Henning & Jack Quaid

Sebastian Stan & Margot Robbie & Nico(son)

Bill Skarsgard & Emma Stone & Halsey

Rudy Pankow & Abigail Cowen & Madison Bailey

Cari Fletcher & Cara Delevingne & Empty Bed

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I'll play! :) What was your very first fandom?

Ooh, this is fun. Great question.

I always rooted for the unexpected couple like Chloe + Clark, Chandler + Monica, Carter + Lucy, Carrie + Aiden, Sidney + Will, Joey + Pacey, etc.

But I really wasn’t an active “fandom” participant until ARROW.

I started watching ARROW during the second season in the spring of 2013. I had just been let go from a job I hated (no loss) and had all this free time. I had been scanning Twitter and a tweet popped up by jbuffyangel where she gave an in depth analysis of the latest episode of ARROW - like hard core analysis - down to the lighting and script- with a link to her blog here on tumblr.

I was intrigued. As I have mentioned before, my mom was an English scholar and she edited all my book reports and she always wanted me to “read below the surface” and to “find meaning beyond the obvious metaphors.” I always did very well when I could find a nugget and build a whole argument around it pleading my case with other aspects of the story as supporting evidence. Up until that point, I had never considered turning that critical eye towards a tv show. Jen had taken the teachings of my mom, and applied them to a tv show, with a built in mythology and this thing called “canon.”

I thought ARROW was such a random choice - why do I care about a second tier super hero on a second rate network (CW had just rebranded itself)? And her analysis was breathtaking. I had never seen an episode when I read her critique and I fell in love with Oliver and Tommy and Diggle and Felicity… and I now had a critical filter through which watch the show.

I love movies and tv shows - the idea of dropping out of my current state of existence and “being Andrea” and stepping into a whole new world, letting go of my deeply-rooted in science belief system and just getting sucked in to these new characters and their experiences was and still is like real world magic to me. I don’t care about the lighting or the staging, I just want a story to make me feel something.

I binged ARROW on Netflix and then watched it religiously through the remaining seasons. I was and still am an Olicity super fan. I donated money so an Olicity bench could be put up in a park in Vancouver. I watched every Facebook live with Stephen Amell learning about him and Oliver and the show in general.

I was part of the Olicity army that supported the show through all the show renewals, through the spin-offs, through the building of this whole universe of DC SUPERHeores- which is still a core part of the CW line up almost 10 years later.

The one area I never participated in was writing fan fiction. Oh I read a lot of it (gimme all the Bratva Felicity/Oliver stories please). But Chenford and the Rookie is what triggered in me a desire to actually write about episodes, and answer questions (like this one) and write stories about characters I see in my head. I am so grateful for that.

Chenford & Olicity 4 Ever!

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A Room in Redcliffe

Part 2

Characters: Warden Alistair x Warden Amell (Lucy) Summary: It's 9:42 Dragon and Lucy Amell has finally returned from her quest out west to search for a cure to the Calling. In the last letter she wrote to her husband, Alistair, she asked him to meet her at Redcliffe at the start of summer. She's just arrived to get a room in Redcliffe for the two of them...and hope that he shows up. A/N: A (late-posted) gift for the AWESOME AND TALENTED @elspethdekarios! Glad you've joined me in my DA obsession and that you love Alistair as much as I do! This fic is a continuation of sorts of these Love Letters. Part 1 is here!

Promises, promises. Dangerous currency for a Grey Warden. She’d learned to live with so many little broken promises, they no longer hurt her. How could they, when it was no one person’s fault that the world kept churning out new problems to deal with, new evils to fight, new distractions to keep her and her husband busy?

Sleep finally overtook her sometime in the early hours of the morning, but it was the sleep of muted darkness and little rest. There were no dreams—no more dreams of darkspawn whispers and the song-like call of Old Gods deep below the surface, a blissful difference from the last decade—but neither were there pleasant dreams of home, of houses, of husbands. There was only a strange kind of suspension, until in a blink the night was over.

She awoke when the first stripes of hazy morning light filtered over her face through the shutters, but she kept her eyes shut. If she didn’t open her eyes, perhaps she could imagine his fingers brushing her hair from her face, his lips on her cheek, his voice in her ear, his warmth nearby. If she couldn’t have him in dreams, perhaps she could make-believe he was here now.

Good morning, my love. Ready for another Blight-free day?

Today. They would be back together again today.

The thought snapped her eyes open and set her heart racing. In the morning light, all the dread and anxiety had faded away, leaving only anticipation gripping her chest, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy that was a little like being a child again on a solstice morning. All of a sudden she was a bride again, waking up on the morning of her wedding, anxious to get things over with but eager, excited, giddy at the thought of seeing her love later in the day.

Her love. Alistair. Her husband. The love of her life.

At some point today, he would be waiting at the base of the griffon statue, the one commemorating their deeds in Ferelden. That was where they usually met up, on the rare occasions they were separated for Warden business and reunited here in Redcliffe. She’d counted the steps from the statue to the entrance of the Gull and Lantern yesterday on her way over. 97 steps. If he was there, if he was waiting for her, it would only take 97 steps to reach him again.

That decided it. She tossed the quilt aside and reached for her bag, her mind already three steps ahead as she pulled out her clean clothes and began to get dressed.

Whether he was there bright and early or not, waiting here in this room wasn’t an option.

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By the time the sun was at its highest point in the sky, Lucy had walked every path in Redcliffe at least twice. Up the grassy hills and rocky slopes toward the old windmill, down toward the water and out along the docks, even up to the doors of the Chantry, though she didn’t go inside. She simply walked, because she knew if she sat at the base of the griffon statue, time would slow to a crawl. So she walked. And she watched.

If she kept moving, the villagers took no notice of her, and she was able to watch them as they went about their everyday lives. Fishermen hauling in their latest catch. Old men and women mending nets by the dockside. Mothers chasing down rambunctious children, or carrying them on their hips as they perused the vegetables and goods on display in the market stalls. Gangly apprentices trailing after their masters and mentors, heading into their shops or smithies or fields for the day.

Just normal people going about their normal lives. No obvious anxious expressions, no thoughts of darkspawn or demons or impending armies. Not since Redcliffe was claimed under the protection of the Inquisition. The village had finally settled into a kind of peaceful, everyday bustle.

She remembered when this place was little more than dusty roads and half-solid barricades, when the people cowered in the Chantry, their faces wan and gaunt after days of being attacked by the undead corpses of their friends, their families, the soldiers that were meant to be protecting them. Now those survivors had lived on. Some of them had married and had children.

She watched as a man paused his work mending a fence to accept a mug of water from his son, a child young enough to have no memories of the Blight at all. The man ruffled his son’s sandy hair affectionately and the child complained through smiles about his father messing up his hair.

So life spun on. As if the Fifth Blight were little more than a small boulder in a river, left behind as life and time flowed unerringly forward around it.

She used to envy people like this, so much. These people and their normal lives. These people and their idle worries.

Now…now maybe she could become like them. With the Calling no longer ringing in her skull, maybe she could have something normal now. Or something close.

She glanced at the sky, noting the position of the sun. She’d spent enough time wandering this part of Redcliffe. Time to return to the statue.

And hope that this time, he would be waiting for her.

———

He was here.

He was here.

Alistair.

His name stuck in her throat as she stood rooted to her place at the bottom of a grassy slope, the statue only twenty or so steps away, scarcely daring to believe her eyes. In the dozens of times she had experienced this moment in her dreams, in the hundreds of times she’d daydreamed their reunion, she never pictured herself frozen to the spot while her mind struggled to comprehend that this was reality, this was real, this was him.

But it was.

He stood facing the griffon statue, arms loosely crossed, his face tilted up toward the statue’s carved beak. He wore no cloak or hood nor any Warden armor, but there was no mistaking him, even in simple traveler’s clothing. Even the townspeople glanced and whispered, hovering to get a better look at him, but Lucy barely noticed them.

Move, Lucy. Move! You know it’s him, so go!

She couldn’t. What if this was a dream again? What if she—

Then he turned his head, bringing his profile into view, and all the doubts and second-guesses that had crowded her mind in those brief fifteen seconds suddenly crumbled into dust.

“Alistair,” she gasped. Suddenly she found her voice again as she rushed forward, nearly flying up the slope. “Alistair!”

He turned at her shout, his face lighting up immediately at the sight of her. “Lucy!”

“You’re here!”

He laughed and flung out his arms to catch her as she launched herself into his embrace, lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his shoulder.

This was real. He was real. There in her arms, his nose in her hair, his laughter in her ear.

All at once everything clicked into place again. That the sense of wrong that had followed her ever since she left him behind to journey out west was no longer wrapped around her like a second cloak. Even with him squeezing her so tightly he threatened to force the air from her lungs, she felt as though she could breathe again at last.

“You’re here,” she gasped, tears stinging her eyes and clogging her throat now. “Thank the Maker.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t make it back?” he asked, lowering her back to the ground but not yet letting go. He brushed his lips against her ear in a little kiss. “After all the effort you took to send me that last letter?”

She shook her head, still clinging to him. She didn’t know what she thought. It didn’t matter now.

She pulled away to cradle his face in her hands, searching for hints of what he must have gone through in the last several months away from her. But all she saw looking back at her was her husband, with unshed tears misting over his beautiful brown eyes, the dimple that deepened in his cheek as he smiled down at her, the freckles that dotted his nose, darker than normal. He must have been somewhere with plenty of sun these last few weeks. 

There would be time to ask. There would be all the time in the world to catch up.

She opened her mouth to tell him her news, that she had found it, the cure that would mean no more Calling for him, no more blighted magic in his blood, the thing that spelled out hope and futures and time for the two of them, as much as they dared to make use of. But before she could say any of it, he reached up, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

“Maker’s breath,” he breathed. “You’re even more beautiful than when I last saw you.”

Her lips quivered with barely contained sobs, a torrent of tears that she could scarcely hold back, and then his lips were on hers. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing into him, opening her mouth to his as he kissed her like a man desperate for air.

She had missed this, desperately.

In the back of her mind, she knew they were making a scene. People would talk. People were already talking. But she didn’t care. She’d gone without his lips, his hands, his heart for over a year now, and nothing was going to stop her from savoring this moment.

“I found it, Alistair,” she wept, her mouth against his. “We don’t ever have to be separated again.”

———

“Alistair,” Lucy said quietly, her head on her husband’s shoulder. “Do you remember the first time we were in this room?”

They lay together again at last, their arms around each other, watching the evening sky quickly darkening from shades of deep orange and red to twilight purple, the shutters wide open in hopes of another breeze to cool their heated skin. Outside, the branches of the tree that grew beneath their window swayed gently, the rustling of its summer green leaves almost lost beneath the murmur of conversation one floor below them.

They’d already shared so much in the hours since they’d reunited at the statue, and yet so much was still left unsaid between them. There were scars on his body she still wanted to ask about, questions she had, desires she wanted him to sate. They’d stumbled blindly into this room within an hour of reuniting and lost themselves in the act of relearning each other’s bodies, burning touches meeting new marks and scars, tracing familiar paths, fingers curling into flesh that hadn’t been touched in months. And when they’d reached their limits, sweat-slicked and gasping, hungry for more yet needing to catch their breaths, they talked, filling the silence with everything they couldn’t write in letters.

She told him of the cure she’d found. He told her of the Elder One. They briefly discussed the future of the Wardens, musings that grew heavy with uncertainty until at last they both decided to leave it for later. There would be time to figure out the next big problem. This day was meant for them.

Which was what brought her question, quietly spoken in the lull of silence that followed another worshipful hour of heady pleasure.

“Do you remember the first time we were in this room?”

He tilted his head, resting his cheek on the top of her head where it lay on his shoulder. “Mm…right after the Blight?”

“Mhm.” She settled more comfortably against his side, in the curve of his arm around her, and whispered, “I’m still thinking about that house we talked about.”

He didn’t say anything at first. She listened to him breathe and tried to picture the pattern he was tracing along her arm as he thought.

This was what she had been missing all those months apart from him. His humor, his light, yes, but also these quiet moments that she could only find with him. Soft breaths and idle touches, the beating of his heart beneath her palm, his body firm and real against hers. If she could trade away everything she owned, everything she could lay claim to, for a guarantee that she would never have to leave his side again, she would.

At last he turned his face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “A house in Redcliffe, you mean?”

She shrugged. “A house anywhere. Just…” She trailed off and turned to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, picturing the vision in her mind. “Just you and me and a house of our own. Somewhere quiet and pleasant. Somewhere safe. It doesn’t have to be here. It can be anywhere. Ferelden. The Free Marches.”

“Even Orlais?” he asked, a grin in his voice.

She chuckled. “Okay, maybe not Orlais. I know how you feel about the cheese there.”

He chuckled too and she turned her head to smile up at him. He met her gaze fondly, reaching over to trace the line of her jaw with the back of his fingers. Maker’s breath, she loved him.

“A house in Ferelden or the Free Marches, huh?” he asked softly. “Is that all you want?”

She nodded. “So long as it’s the two of us and a place we can finally call home, I think I could be content.”

“Home,” he repeated in a whisper, playing with her hair. Then he sat up, leaning on one hand and looking down at her. “Just the two of us?”

She bit her lip, fingers picking at the hem of the sheets that lay crumpled over their legs. “Well…maybe the three of us. You know, eventually.”

He arched an eyebrow, grinning slightly. “Just the three of us?”

“The…four of us?” she asked, a little bit of playful hope creeping into her voice.

His grin turned mischievous as he leaned in, dropping his voice with a suggestive, “Hmm, just the four of us?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, propping herself up on one elbow. “How much higher do you want me to count, my love?”

He smirked and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, that depends. Are we counting any dogs? Any stray cats? Do the horses count? I hear breeding mabari is a lucrative trade these days—if we dabble in that, would we count every new litter of puppies?”

She grabbed one of the pillows and smacked him with it. “I’m not talking about animals, Alistair. You know what I mean.”

“Whoa, hey, fine, fine, I know what you mean,” he said, laughing and trying to block her next pillow strike. He managed to wrest the pillow from her grip and tossed it behind him, onto the floor. She went back to resting on her elbow, shaking her head with amused affection.

“So, any preferences?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, reaching out and pulling some of her hair over her shoulder, playing lightly with the ends. “Is it terrible if I say I’d be okay with leaving that number up to chance? Just see what the future holds?”

Maybe it was the soothing way he played with her hair, a habit he’d had since their earliest days, but she couldn’t find any reason to find fault with his answer. “Not terrible at all,” she murmured.

“Then we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

He combed his fingers gently through her hair, looping thick locks around his first finger the way he had done that first morning they’d shared this room. Her hair had been glossy, thick, and dark back then. Now there were strands of gray mixed in, souvenirs of the last ten years as a Warden, of the last year more directly. She watched him capture a lock of hair between his thumb and forefinger, watched as he fanned out the strands with his thumb, letting the light catch two stray threads of silver there amidst the dark brown. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in and kissed the lock of hair before shifting his gaze to meet her own, his expression so painfully full of love and longing that it threatened to bring her to tears.

“Maker’s breath, but you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I am a lucky man.”

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. “Alistair, I—”

“I love you,” he said. “I know I don’t have all the answers, and I can’t predict anything that will happen to us next, but I do know that much.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered. “Whatever the future holds, I know we can get through it, now that we’re together again.”

“The future.” He smiled then, crooked, affectionate, and shook his head as if in awe. “We have one of those now, thanks to you. You’re amazing, do you know that?”

“Alistair—”

“I mean it.” He kissed her, stopping her protests, letting his lips linger and steal any words she might try to say to prove him otherwise. And when he finally pulled away, cradling her cheek, the love and tenderness in his expression was so deep that any further words died on her tongue.

“I love you,” he said again. “More than I ever thought possible. I love you no matter what happens next. I love you whatever the future holds. I love you, and that will never, ever change. I’m yours forever, my love.”

She nodded, unable to speak all the words she wanted to say out loud, not with more tears constricting her throat and threatening to spill from her eyes. She swallowed, reaching for his hand where it cradled her cheek, and gave his fingers a tight squeeze until at last she was able to say once more the words that mattered the most.

“I love you too, Alistair.”

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I posted 574 times in 2022

38 posts created (7%)

536 posts reblogged (93%)

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I tagged 572 of my posts in 2022

#arrow - 331 posts

#felicity smoak - 285 posts

#emily bett rickards - 243 posts

#olicity - 205 posts

#oliver queen - 166 posts

#walker independence - 114 posts

#walker: independence - 102 posts

#katherine mcnamara - 69 posts

#kat mcnamara - 66 posts

#matt barr - 50 posts

Longest Tag: 28 characters

#green arrow and the canaries

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#3

55. Oliver and Felicity Arrow

As most DC Comics fans know, Oliver Queen (Stephen Amell), a.k.a. the Green Arrow, and computer genius Felicity Smoak (Emily Bett Rickards) shouldn't have been endgame on Arrow. In the comics, Oliver is romantically paired with Black Canary, and the show did explore Oliver's connection with Laurel (Katie Cassidy), who would eventually become the black leather-clad vigilante, in season 1. However, it eventually ignored the canon and Olicity became the main love story because of Amell and Rickards' undeniable chemistry, on display from their first scene in Arrow's third episode, and the two characters eventually got married. "They're such opposites. I think that's what draws everyone in a little bit," showrunner Beth Schwartz told EW in 2018. "You don't see the [love story of a] super intelligent woman and the sort of hunky, athletic man very often. She's obviously a gorgeous woman, but what he really loves is her brain." Meanwhile, Amell attributes the couple's success to the fans of Rickards' performance. "She's supremely talented and awesome and carved out a space that no one anticipated," he told EW ahead of the final season. "I don't know that the show works if we don't randomly find her." —C.A.

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FC Opposites:

Aaron Johnson

Aaron Paul

Alberto Rosende

Alexander Skarsgard

Alicia Vikander

Andrew Garfield

Beau Mirchoff

Bill Hader

Bill Skarsgard

Booboo Stewart

Brenton Thwaites

Bryan Greenberg

Charlie Heaton

Claire Holt

Dacre Montgomery

Daisy Edgar-Jones

David Harbour

Dev Patel

Dylan Arnold

Elizabeth Olsen

Felix Mallard

Gael Garcia Bernal

Jack O'Connell

Joe Keery

John Boyega

Jonah Hauer-King

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Kat Graham

Kit Connor

Keanu Reeves

Ki Hong Lee

Krysten Ritter

Lana Condor

Lakeith Stanfield

Lily James

Logan Lerman

Luke Hemmings

Luke Pasqualino

Maitreyi Ramakrishnan

Mia Goth

Michiel Huisman

Milo Ventgimilia 

Nicholas Galitzine

Nick Robinson

Nico Hiraga

Penn Badgley

Peter Gadiot

Renee Rapp

Riz Ahmed

Ross Butler

Taron Egerton

Theo James

Thomas Sangster

Tom Holland

Victoria Pedretti

FC’s I’d like to play:

Alba Baptista

Aly Michalka

Amybeth Mcnulty

AJ Michalka

Alex Saxon

Annasophia Robb

Braeden Lemasters

Carlson Young

Carey Mulligan

Daisy Edgar-Jones

Darren Barnet

Dianna Agron

Emmy Rossum

Hilary Duff

Janel Parrish

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Josh Hutcherson

Lola Tung

Mae Whitman

Michiel Huisman

Miles Heizer

Molly Gordon

Natalie Alyn Lind

Olivia Cooke

Olivia Rodrigo

Owen Teague

Phoebe Bridgers

Phoebe Dynevor

Richa Moorjani

Robbie Amell

Sarah Pidgeon

Shenae Grimes

Skyler Samuels

Sofia Boutella

Victoria Pedretti

Zach Gilford

FC’S of established muses I’d like to play (characters I already have developed):

Abbey Cowen

Auli’i Cravahlo

Bailee Madison

Barbie Ferreria

Bill Hader

Brie Larson

Chase Sui Wonders

Cody Christian

Danielle Rose Russell

Devon Bostick

Dylan Minnette

Dylan O'Brien

Elizabeth Lail

Emily Alyn Lind

Erin Moriarty

Grace Van Dien

Halston Sage

Hayley Orrantia 

Jack O'Connell

James Maslow

Jamie Chung

Jenna Coleman

Jennifer Morrison

Jessica Chastain

Joe Keery

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Julia Garner

Kate Mara

Keira Knightley

Kiernan Shipka

Lana Condor

Liana Liberato

Lucas Jade Zumann

Lucy Boynton

Maika Monroe

Margaret Qualley

Maya Hawke

Maude Apatow

Minka Kelly

Natalia Dyer

Naomi Scott

Oliver Jackson Cohen

Paul Mescal

Phoebe Tonkin

Rachel Sennott

Renee Rapp

Robbie Amell

Rudy Pankow

Sabrina Carpenter

Saoirse Ronan

Shailene Woodley

Sofia Carson

Stefanie Scott

Thomas Sangster

Virginia Gardner

Will Poulter

Willa Fitzgerald

Zendaya

Zoey Deutch

italicized - open for only platonic

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David's OCs Masterpost

FAR CRY SERIES

Deputy Cricket Dawn Rook (FC5) // Matthew Dennis (FC5) // Sister Rizpah “Maggie” Mags (FC5) // Sunny “Bunny” Mizer (FCND) //

DRAGON AGE SERIES

Eve Surana // Bernadette Cousland // Anaise Amell // Darius Tabris // Marrien Amell-Hawke // Neri Lavellan //

FALLOUT SERIES

Ana Catherine Klebitz (Fo3) // Joanne “Joey” Parker [courier 6] // Camilla (F:nv) // Judas Mason (F:nv) // August Royce "Fucker" (Fo4) // Myra Chen (Fo4) //

VAMPIRE THE MASQUERADE

Gwendolyn Graves // Yuri Stewart // Sylvia Sinclaire // Langdon Macaulay // Hatred Bathory // Lucky Morris // Dexter Drayton // Valentino Giovanni // Giorgio Melchiorre // Daphne Sullivan //

GRAND THEFT AUTO SERIES

Ljubica Belić (Lucy Bellic) [GTA IV/V/O] // Tatjana Milić Belić [GTA IV] // Lorna Wilhelmina Howell [GTAO/???] // Thomas Jared “TJ” Bentley Carmichael III [GTAO] // Guadalupe "Lupe" Benitez Garcia Howell [GTA:VC] //

MISCELLANEOUS

Valkyrie Kitagawa (CP2077) // Murphy Butcher "Rat" (Saints Row) // Mars “Duck” Remington (The Outer Worlds) // Sol (Dragon's Dogma) // Faerryn (D:OS2) // Guy/Roach (Postal) // Muiruil Maelair (BG3) // Kristoff Johan Schwartz (AoT) //

*bold are characters I'm currently focused on & open for asks💙

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WELCOME TO THE NASHVILLE OPRYLAND HOTEL! 

Experience the energy and excitement of Nashville, Tennessee – the Music City. On the banks of the Cumberland River, this landmark hotel is just a short drive or riverboat cruise from downtown Nashville’s historic attractions and nightlife. 2 of the city’s most popular attractions - the world-famous Grand Ole Opry and General Jackson Showboat – are conveniently located next door to the resort. Inside lies an extraordinary selection of dining, shopping, live entertainment and recreation options that provide the perfect destination. You'll be amazed at the 9-acres of indoor gardens, cascading waterfalls and indoor river with its very own Delta River flatboats. Discover Gaylord Opryland and make memories. You won't believe what they have under one roof!

UNDER THE CUT, YOU’LL FIND THE LIST OF ROOMMATES!

Due to an issue with the booking system at the hotel, it seems the roommates have all been mixed up. Was it the hotel? Or those pesky gossip blog hosts looking for drama? Guess we will never know... enjoy your stay, partners! 

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