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"Where there are men fighting, there are women who are mending."
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He fell onto his knees in front of her presenting the dagger, his head bowed. He looked like a knight offering his services to his queen. "I am at your mercy. You have my life. Do with it whatever you like."
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Today I posted 6 excerpts from the novel I'm writing and the only one that is getting reblogged is the depressive suicidal one??? Come on people!
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"You were kind to me when I thought myself so utterly undeserving of kindness. Your outlook on the world was fascinating to me. In another life we could have been friends.”
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“There were days when I woke up in the morning and wanted to die. It doesn’t get easier but it gets more bearable.”
#writing#fantasy#worldbuilding#writeblr#oc#this is just a snippet from my novel I am not depressed#but my characters are
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"How was it?”, she asked, “The Empire I mean.”
He needed to think for a moment. The memories must be painful to him. “Better than everyone says and probably worse than I remember.”
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He fell onto his knees in front of her presenting the dagger, his head bowed. He looked like a knight offering his services to his queen.
"I am at your mercy. You have my life. Do with it whatever you like."
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Nature knew this was going to be a day in need of a gloomy atmosphere.
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He kneeled down to pay his respects to the ones he’d killed.
#i am writing again#god i lovencharacters with regrets#writing#snippet#fantasy#oc#original fiction#writeblr#worldbuilding#writers
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Shit. Why didn’t anyone warn me? I already fell into that trap.
WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.
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ELVES IN THE 18TH CENTURY ?
What do we think about non-classical fantasy settings? I am writing a fantasy novel containing elves and I kinda wann put them in a world that instead of English middle ages is more like mid-18th century. Think outlander or Pirates of the Caribbean. Opinions?
#writblr#writing#i am sick of medieval high fantasy#kinda wanna put elves in wigs#fantasy#author#worldbuilding#writeblr#writers on tumblr
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As I was ranting to Milena, I did realize something that probably has already been said by people more eloquent than me but I have to get it off my chest here.
DATVG does spend a lot of time trying to get us to forget the problems the world of Thedas was facing, so it can spend its entire runtime bashing the solution a very desperate (and misguided) person proposes. When I played Trespasser, I didn't think that the Veil was about to come down in the next game, but I did believe that it was going to deal with addressing the problems the Veil evidently causes and how to deal with them.
I don't think any DA fan, even Solas' biggest haters, will argue that the blight or spirits being twisted into demons (and becoming a threat in the process) are a great and wonderful thing we want to keep, actually. But even his biggest fans might argue that tearing the Veil down without any preparation or care for the world as it exists now is maybe not an ideal way to deal with all of that?
VG wants us to believe that tearing down the Veil is somehow a personal goal that Solas has that is purely fueled by his own guilt and regrets. But that is not the case. He wants to solve the problem he created (well. as of trespasser, anyway, but it wasn't his fault in the first place uwu), but that is not because his loyalty to Mythal forces him to do it but because he SAW how badly he fucked up. We can only trust him when he claims that any alternative would've been worse... but even if it weren't. Even if this was just one guy fucking up on such a giant cosmic scale that it's almost hilarious if it weren't so bad. The motivation we are getting from him in Trespasser is one of trying to fix what he perceives to be a broken world.
(That is not to say that ALL problems in Thedas are created by the Veil, but interestingly enough those are the issues Solas does react to in Inquisition as well. He is passionate about mage rights and ending slavery and the systematic oppression elves face. And he does try to help with that, even if his priority is more on the cosmic fuck up side.)
VG tries to link the entirety of the Veil (and all problems it causes) to your personal opinion about Solas, and then tries its damn hardest to make him as unsympathetic as possible so that there can never be any doubt that he is an asshole who is wrong about his stupid plan.
Funnily enough, when we meet him for the first time in VG, in the middle of his ritual, it doesn't look all that much like ending the entire world to me. Yes, there is collateral, but he's clearly been adapting his plans, and I would've expected the game to expand on that. Maybe there IS a way to approach things in a better way, after all, and maybe Solas can understand that.
But no. Because that approach would require for the game to address issues instead of bashing one guy's approach to solving them. So what it does is make all issues miraculously disappear, so that Solas is no longer providing a solution but instead just wants to do evil shit for... (checks notes) situationship reasons. Right.
And as I was ranting about that, it came to me.
Maybe, VG never could've been anything different. Because remember another game in this series? A game that spent far too much of its third act discussing the action one very desperate person took after every other option was taken away from him and he feared that every single member of the oppressed group he was in would be eliminated? Remember how the game following that one will only ever speak of this person as a monster - even in the most sympathetic world state - because maybe the DA writers are just afraid of what they had set up.
And maybe VG is a perfect example of a game written by people who are terrified of anything but the status quo.
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something about a caretaker undressing their sickee always gets me. like, i don’t know. how vulnerable do you have to be to let someone take your clothes off? i mean this in the sweetest, non-lascivious way. his fever made him sweat through his shirt and he’s too delirious and/or weak to take it off himself, but caretaker sees him in his damp mess and is compelled to take matters into their own hands.
they’ve bled through their day clothes and are too pained to even move an inch, so caretaker will help them into something fresh.
like that. That’s what i mean.
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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
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Has anyone read VE Schwabs review on her new novel “Bury our bones in the midnight soil” on goodreads? Now I know this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.
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Right now, writing is just me putting every convo my ocs have in one huge google doc. The rest I’ll figure out later.
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Could I get some prompts for an alien and a human falling in love from opposite sides of a war?
Alien x Human (On Different Sides of the War)
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
"Your people would kill me for this," the human whispered, their fingers brushing against the alien’s clawed hand. "So would yours," the alien said quietly. "Maybe we’re both traitors now."
"They told me you were a monster," the human said, their voice breaking. "And they told me you were heartless," the alien replied softly. "Funny how wrong they were."
"Why didn’t you kill me?" the human asked, wincing as the alien bound their wounds. "Because I couldn’t," the alien admitted. "I looked at you, and I saw someone who might understand what it’s like to want peace."
"You’re risking everything just by being here," the alien murmured, their voice laced with a strange blend of fear and tenderness. "So are you," the human replied. "But I’d rather lose it all than never see you again."
"You know this can’t end well for either of us," the human said, tears threatening to fall. "I know," the alien replied, stepping closer. "But for a moment, can we pretend it doesn’t matter?"
"You shouldn’t care about me," the alien said, their voice a strange, musical echo. "Then stop making it so impossible not to," the human replied.
"Do you think they’ll ever let us be together?" the human asked. "No," the alien said, their glowing gaze steady. "But I’d rather fight the whole galaxy than give up on you."
"If I take you back to my people, they’ll see you as a prisoner," the alien warned. "And if I go back to mine, they’ll see you as a trophy," the human replied. "Maybe it’s better if we stay lost together."
"Your touch shouldn’t feel this... natural," the human whispered, their hand resting against the alien’s chest. "And yet it does," the alien replied, their voice trembling with something that could only be described as longing.
"If they find us, they’ll kill us both," the alien said, their tone serious. "Then we’d better make every second count," the human replied, pulling them closer.
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