There's So Much Love In Your Smile When I Look At Your Face ~ 💕🎶

Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

You guys remember the epilogue slide from Trespasser if Dorian and the Iron Bull are in a relationship?

"On one occasion, Venatori forces ambushed Dorian, who likely would have died... had not an unnamed mercenary band led by a Tal-Vashoth warrior crossed Tevinter's border and mounted a dangerous rescue operation. The mercenaries left a trail of freed slaves and dead Venatori in their wake, enabling Dorian to escape. When asked about the Tal-Vashoth in question, Magister Pavus declined to comment."

"Far from Home (The Raven)" by Sam Tinnesz has the following lyrics in the second verse:

"I'm sending a raven

With blood on it's wings

Hoping it reaches you in time

And you know what it means

Cause out here in the darkness

And out of the light

If you get to me too late

Just know that I tried"

Dorian knew the attack was coming, but didn't have enough time to get himself out of harm's way. In a last, desperate attempt, he sent a raven to the Charger's last known location, knowing that they would probably not receive the message until well after the ambush was over and he was dead. He didn't have time to write much, so he just wrote "Venatori" and his location. And then all he could do was pray to the Maker for the raven to reach its destination in time.

This is the closest he gets to dying, the most successful plot to stop his efforts to reform Tevinter. He's alone, fighting several Venatori on his own, and he's losing. He's tiring, he's out of mana, and he's hurt.

He thinks of the Iron Bull, how Tevinter is still his homeland, but it isn't his home anymore. His home is in Bull's arms, and he'll never be there again. He tries to keep fighting, as long as he can, but he's slipping. The Venatori know it, they've started penning him in, drawing out the last of his power and aiming to neutralize, not to injure. This is it.

And then he hears "Horns Up!" and watches several familiar figures charge his opponents. One of them, the largest, barrels down the cultist in front of him. Dorian collapses, no longer able to support his own weight, but that's okay, because Bull is there to catch him. And he’s home now.

PREACH IT!!!

a criticism I see of sao is often along the lines of “what’s the message? that video games are better than real life? that being trapped in the game was Good, Actually? that doesn’t apply to real life at all. that’s a useless thought experiment akin to contemplating the ethics of fucking your clone.”

the way the aincrad arc was about how you have to find love and happiness in the here & now, no matter how bleak things are. because when fighting for a cause, it’s so easy to deny yourself joy until that far-off dream is achieved; you tell yourself you’ll rest after you’ve saved enough money for early retirement. or when capitalism is over and homelessness eradicated. or when you’ve finally reached peak physical form. or when the war is over.

but so many people die before that happens. or they live to see it but shortly succumb to trauma or just the ravages of time. all those years spent fighting for your cause, but now you’ve won you’re an adult and you never had a chance to have any semblance of a childhood. or now you’ve grown so accustomed to misery, you don’t know how to treat happiness- so accustomed to pressure and hatred, you’re cruel and harsh to the people around you.

in sao, life went on, in its strange way. people went fishing. they got married. they cooked and ate for pleasure. they did quests and events for fun. people sarcastically say “they’re trapped in a death game and all they can think about is buying a cottage and fucking?” as if there wasn’t a very direct reasoning for this in the plot. them experiencing a sort of burnout, as well as distrust in the system as it was. them realising their own mortality, that they could be killed any day now; that it’s better to die in love than to die miserable.

i dont think i posted these but here i made a little frog pattern to make tiny frog toys with my grandma

this is the first lil guy I made while still learning how i should sew it

just another father-son talks... o.g sound

Just. Mood.

THE FACT THAT PETER HAD TO GO ON HIS TIPPY TOES TO KISS MJ MAKES ME SO SOFT IM-

Date Night in Treviso

...two crows working together on a contract counts as a date, right?...

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