#ALISTIRS: an independent and private roleplay blog for alistair theirin from bioware’s dragon age. written by blythe, 23, mst. doc . interest tracker .

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#ALISTIRS: an independent and private roleplay blog for alistair theirin from bioware’s dragon age. written by blythe, 23, mst. doc . interest tracker .
i just think that alistair
his childhood was different than most —— even before being forced into the chantry, he rarely received anything purely out of the kindness of their heart. his first gift was from duncan —— a sword. your first step away from the path of a templar, he said. and now, alistair had elethea —— the boy experienced many new things with her, things that people would consider vital to the experience of living ( being told i love you. actually feeling loved. being held at night. being kissed. being treated in a way that made him feel worthy of someone like her ).
gifts were something that were slowly being rotated into their relationship, now that the blight that originally confined them to the roads of ferelden was over. first, a new sword to replace the one he’d lost during the fight with the archdemon. in response, he gave her a new dress to restart what had been lost when her home was destroyed. then, she gave him a horse. a horse! in return, he gave her a new saddle. alistair still didn’t quite know how to thank her for them —— this was all new to him —— but nonetheless, he was grateful.
elethea surprised him the next time she wished to gift him with something —— this one came in in a box, neatly wrapped in red paper with a gold bow tied perfectly on the top. as soon as it’s placed in his lap, he starts with the normal aw, come on, thea! you shouldn’t have! but starts to open it after she asks him to. he smiles as he opens the box —— inside is a new cloak, one that’s a higher quality than almost everything he’s ever owned in his 21 years of life. it’s lined with fur, and he can’t tell if it came from a rabbit or a wolf. alistair stands up, letting the cloak fall to its full length so he can observe it better. he almost thinks she bought it from someone until his eyes catch a small yet unmistakeable e stitched at the top. “ you . . . made me a cloak? ” it almost reduces him to tears —— he can’t imagine how long it must have taken, the care put in, the love she poured in this, down to the little e that would rest at the nape of his neck. without setting it down, he pulls her into a hug, a tight one. “ i love you, you know that right? ” after a few moments he pulls back, one hand remaining on her waist while the other cups her cheek. “ i really like it. thank you. ”
@highaevr sent: [ homemade gift ] for your muse to make my muse a gift. from here. accepting.
❣️ SOFT INTERACTIONS !
send one of these in to see my muse’s reaction ( add “ +reverse” for my muse to do the action to yours ) .
[ crawl ] for your muse to crawl into bed with mine .
[ flower ] for your muse to offer my muse their favourite flower .
[ slow dance ] for your muse to ask my muse to slow dance .
[ gift ] for your muse to surprise my muse with a gift ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .
[ homemade gift ] for your muse to make my muse a gift ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .
[ serenade ] for your muse to sing to my muse .
[ embrace ] for your muse to pull my muse into a tight embrace .
[ caress ] for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face .
[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt .
[ love letter ] for your muse to give my muse a love letter they wrote for them
[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose .
[ date? ] for your muse to ask my muse to go on a date .
[ confess ] for your muse to confess their feelings to my muse .
[ sleepy ] for your muse to slowly fall alseep on my muse’s lap .
different ways to say ‘i love you’.
‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’
‘let’s get you back to bed.’
‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’
‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’
‘i drew up a bath for you.’
‘you need rest.’
‘you ought to be asleep.’
‘i bought two.’
‘here. you can have the rest.’
‘i thought of you when i saw this.’
‘i like your smile.’
‘you have a cute laugh.’
‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’
‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’
‘be careful.’
‘look both ways.’
‘you mean so much to me.’
‘i can’t lose you.’
‘i thought i might have lost you.’
‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’
‘it looks good on you.’
‘i’ll make you soup.’
‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’
‘are you okay in there?’
‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’
‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’
‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’
‘i’m worried about you.’
‘what do you want to watch?’
‘where would you like to go for dinner?’
‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’
‘we’ll figure it out.’
‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’
‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’
‘you’re important to me.’
‘this is your favorite song, right?’
‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’
‘good luck!’
‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’
‘don’t say that about yourself.’
‘want to come with?’
“wow! you look really nice.’
‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’
‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’
‘you can have half.’
‘come here. let me fix it.’
‘your tie is crooked.’
‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’
‘i’m not going to hurt you.’
‘can i touch you?’
‘can i kiss you?’
‘can i hug you?’
‘promise.’
‘would i ever lie to you?’
‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’
‘hey, good-looking.’
‘of course i care. you’re my family.’
‘one more chapter.’
‘i love you.’
#when you’re spencer and spencer is you
yeah i could make a new promo but why would i do that when i could rb a meme
Oliver Jackson-Cohen in The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020)
#just for science
pokes my head in
@alistirs. alistair ;
LILY WISHED SHE COULD HAPPILY SAY that arl eamon being alive and well was worth all the trouble they went through to get the ashes. all the lives lost at redcliff. connor’s life. and although she would never say it out loud, it wasn’t. in fact, many times during the trip back from haven she WONDERED if they even needed him that bad. but the worst of it had already been done, why dwell on it? she felt guilty enough already.
more than that, she just didn’t trust the man. then again, lily rarely trusted ANYONE, so what was new? once they had a moment alone, she remembered something. she looked around the arl’s study after a particularly difficult fight in the palace during their chase for connor. she wanted to find a pultice maybe, something to treat small wounds. instead she found an amulet. she remembered alistair describing one just like that, and it belonging to his mother.
❝ alistair, i have something for you. ❞ she didn’t want to keep it for too long and forget she had it. AGAIN. ❝ i found it in arl eamon’s study? i honestly don’t remember what i was even looking for, but i remembered you telling me about it so i kept it. and look, it’s fixed! thought you’d like to keep it. ❞ alistair was one of them. one of the FEW people lily actually felt she could trust. maybe it was the mutual trauma they shared that bonded them, but more than that, he was a good person. and lately lily felt like she was surrounded by darkness, and he was a light. guiding her to try and do better when it would be easier to just be RUTHLESS. leliana and wynne were also like that. ❝ this IS the right one, right? ❞
being back in redcliffe, wandering the halls of the castle again and taking in the sights that were once so familiar to him was strangely discomforting —— rather than the peace he thought he might feel being back in the place he grew up, instead he felt pain —— to everyone in the castle, alistair was the reminder that arl eamon might have been unfaithful. that arl eamon might have let some indiscretion desecrate the bond between himself and isolde. what he expected to be a happy moment —— a reunion, perhaps, between him and his father figure —— it just added to the suffering he was already feeling.
“ let me see that —— ” lily’s voice was a welcome break from his thoughts. if he were in there long enough, it became too depressing, especially now. as soon as the amulet is in his palm, he takes the time to analyze it. it’s silver, with the ever - familiar symbol of the sun that the chantry touts everywhere it goes. it certainly looks like his mother’s amulet, but hers was smashed to pieces by an angry adolescent alistair. however, upon further inspection, he notices sure signs of repair. “ i —— i can’t believe you found this! ” he can’t stop the smile on his face, nor does he want to. “ i can’t believe you even remembered me talking about it —— thank you, lily. ”
INCORRECT QUOTES. @alistirs.
lovecurst, snow white.
“it’s a SHAME that’s true,” snow has finally STOPPED moving. she had been a flurry of finding blankets, making tea, distributing plates of food and then taking the plates back to wash them later, when her impromptu guests have settled themselves for the night. “and there is no need for thanks. i could scarcely leave you out there in the rain.” the crackling from the hearth nearly drowns out the sound of water battering the windows. “this will pass eventually, and it will be beautiful again. i supposed we just have to wait it out.”
he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that his little band is what will make this whole thing pass —— or, maybe they won’t. still, he smiles —— a sign of the most sincere gratitude for the warm meal that rests in front of him. “ how long do you think it will take? for this blight to end. ”
im writing this down so it gets done. i’m doing at least one (1) reply on all my blogs tn
George Mackay as Hamlet in Ophelia. <3