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Gonna stick my head in the shit storm for a second here and give some thoughts on the Neil Gaiman situation.

Do I believe that Neil deserves to at the very least be sued and fired from all of his projects? Yes.

Do I think that people should not be allowed to enjoy Good Omens or the Sandman or anything else he makes? Absolutely not.

I get where the people who are insisting that his stuff should be boycotted are coming from. I literally gave away my Harry Potter books because I couldn't read them without remembering what J K Rowling had done. It's a rough emotional spot. However, Neil Gaiman's work means a lot to a lot of people, myself included and I will never judge someone for wanting to keep engaging with them. The same way that I will never judge someone for engaging with Harry Potter. If you don't want to engage with his stuff that's fine too, but don't act like you're morally superior because of it. All the people who have put their heart and soul into the shows based on his work don't deserve to lose their jobs because Neil sucks.

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Emerging from my cage to give you a snippet from my novel. For context, Taka is a half-orc with black hair, violet eyes, and grey skin. Isolda is a halfling with tan skin, shaved black hair, and black eyes. They have recently been at a party thrown by a group of elven nomads. Before this, they were on a quest. They had to pause for spoiler reasons.

As the night wore on Isolda and Taka spun and swayed. Drank and talked. Neither of them had ever cared less about the time that was passing or what the people around them were doing. Though they had known each other for two weeks they both felt as though they were meeting eachother for the first time. Taka discovered that Isolda loved animals and that she was fascinated by all of the new ones she had seen since leaving her family’s boat. Isolda learned that Taka had a fondness for pastries and was determined to learn to cook them even though most of her attempts had ended in failure. In those hours, the world narrowed to a single point that only the two of them lived within. Eventually, giddy with drink and freedom from care, Isolda took Taka’s hand and led her off towards the woods.

“Wait, where are we going?” Taka asked, less because she actually cared and more because it felt like something she should say. 

“You’ll see,” Isolda replied, laughing lightly and tugging Taka’s hand to make her go faster.

It felt like it had been years since she had been this happy. It almost felt inappropriate in the face of everything that had happened and all that was yet to come, but, for once, Isolda did not care. She did not feel the pressures of duty creeping up behind her nor does she fear what her parents will say when she returns to them. Right now, nothing matters, but Taka’s hand in hers. She leads Taka to a grove filled with glowing flowers. Once it was a pet project of the previous clan leader’s, but since his passing it has taken on a new life as a sanctuary to the scant few people who still know it is there. By day it looks like nothing more than a particularly lush piece of the woods. Beautiful, but unassuming. By night, it is like a different world. 

Taka spun around in a slow circle, taking it all in. Her mouth was open in wonder and Isolda’s heart soared knowing that she was the one who put that smile on her face. 

“This is beautiful,” Taka exclaimed. “How did you find this?”

“I couldn’t sleep a few nights ago and I decided to take a walk. I honestly did not want to leave,” she said with a laugh. 

“I don’t blame you,” Taka replied. “I would not want to leave either.”

Isolda smiled.

“It is beautiful isn’t it?” she said, but she was not looking at the flowers.

Instead, she stared at Taka’s smile. That smile is such a rare and beautiful thing, she thought to herself. I would give all my gold to keep that smile on her face. A blush rose to Isolda’s cheeks at the thought. The logical part of her brain knew this was a bad idea. She was not to pursue anyone her parents had not already approved and Taka had definitely not been approved. It would only cause trouble if she went against them even more than she already had. Isolda’s heart did not care and it pushed her forward. 

“Taka?” she asked. 

Taka turned and the light from the flowers caught in her hair like a crown. She directed her smile at Isolda and Isolda felt nervous for perhaps the first time in her life. She stepped closer and took Taka’s hands in hers.

“May I kiss you?” She asked.

Taka’s eyes went wide. If you had asked her two seconds ago what her answer to this question would be she would have said yes, absolutely. Perhaps she would not have answered and simply kissed Isolda as an answer. But now, faced with the chance to actually follow through, all Taka feels is afraid. 

“Uh…I…um..” she stuttered her brain short circeting and freezing any answer she could give.

To Isolda, who was already afraid that this was a bad idea, it is as good as a no. Her mind latches onto the hesitation and immediately tells her to back off. This was a bad idea. It was too fast. For the gods’ sake, she and Taka were hardly even friends yesterday. Suddenly all of the peace and joy she had been feeling was replaced with anger. Anger at herself for even trying this. Anger at Taka for being so pretty. Anger at the world for not being fair. 

“I..I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m going too fast. I shouldn’t have…”

Isolda looked uo to see that Taka was already gone. So overwhelmed that she had fled the woods like a monster was on her tail. 

“Taka wait!” Isolda shoughted at her retreating back. 

But Taka was already gone.

“Minska!” Isolda cursed.

Then she slid down with her back to a tree and began to cry.

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Ok so ahead of Veilgaurd I want to establish where my cannon dragon age characters are for fun.

Centari Mahariel-Arani found the cure for the calling (I refuse to believe she's dead) and she and Zevran have been spending the past few years traveling and making up for lost time with their daughters who were living with Alistair. The oldest, Falcon, is twenty three and her sister Rosa is twenty one.

Evadora Hawke and Merrill Hawke continue to help with both the rebuilding of Kirkwall and the Sabrae clan. They do research and missions for anyone who has need of them. They also breed and train Mabaris

Former Inquisitor Keg Addar and her wife Sera Addar have, on the surface, been living a quiet life pursuing personal projects and raising their adopted daughter Mari who is now thirteen. In secret, however, they have been working with Verric, Hawke, and other former inquisition members to hunt down Solas and the Venetori.

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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

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Alright everybody

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Ok, this is going to be a bit short, but I want to quickly introduce a new character.

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This is Juniper; wizard, alchemist, and pusher of big red buttons. She's snarky, a bit of a loner, and lives in a massive tower with her ghost servant, and friend, Mitalar. It has been a pretty chill life for her, but all of that will change when she meets Talia.

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*Enters a bookstore*

me to myself: be calm

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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I am looking so respectfully at Nemesis right now

INHABITANTS OF THE CROSSROADS in HADES II

The Crossroads: that haven hidden 'twixt the surface and the Underworld conceals those still loyal to Lord Hardes, rightful ruler of the dead

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A piece of writing advice; always have your characters sit down for at least one talk with each other about something that does not have to do with the main plot. Whether it's about their family or some funny anecdote from their past, it doesn't matter. I call it the campfire talk. It allows the audience to learn more about your characters, allows your characters to learn more about each other, and allows your characters to bond. Plus, it can be fun to take a break from the plot every so often.

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oh to sit in a gloomy coffee shop in an oversized sweater, writing heart wrenching stories while it rains

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Adding to this: having people be unconscious/asleep for long periods of time without serious consequences. Like, do I know that, in reality, a person would have severe brain damage if they were unconscious for two days? Yes. Am I knocking a character out for two days in my book anyway? Also yes

Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy