#a notebook can be many things

[beneathsilverstars]

obviously siffrin needs to get into notebooking to help w their memory issues but also i think it should be one of those fluffy sparkly purple journals with the high tech locks that break immediately. if you ask what he's writing he starts explaining romantic and political subplots from plays as if they had happened to him at school the other day. recurring characters start to show up, there are references to the eternal school metaphor, the lore gets very complex even though none of it is set in stone.

(i just think that if they try to take notes discreetly, it'll turn out that the most discreet method is to not ever actually do it. but if they can genuinely turn it into a funny bit then it's easier to fold it into their preexisting sense of self, and everyone else can provide positive feedback to reinforce the habit by playing along with the bit. suddenly any attention the note-taking brings is purposeful and has nothing to do with the notes! and it kinda breaks the conversational ice for if they do want to talk abt smth more serious? eventually the song and dance won't be necessary, but at first it helps him feel normal while still taking care of himself and addressing his issues, and later it's still funny.)

[lucalicatteart]

Cats and Nasturtium Flowers~ something which was going to be a custom sticker sheet (for me to decorate my scrapbook with) until I realized that most sticker printing websites have like Actual Guidelines you're supposed to follow in terms of file type of the image and other things lol.. A nice picture then, I guess at least

[possum-quesadilla]

Do you like Be More Chill?

YES. YES I LOVE BE MORE CHILL!!! It was my favorite musical back when I was in high school, right as it came out!! I still know all the words to “The Squip Song” and “Michael in the Bathroom” and “The Pants Song”!

[sysig]

Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

I do suppose since I called out of work I can finish sorting and putting away my books

[tantumuna]

sometimes i wish i could draw lol. like i wanna make Syril & Astarion content but i feel like. BAD, i guess, for writing short fics (like less than 1k), doesn't feel like a real story so it feels bad to post it like i'm wasting everyone's time. but everyone appreciates fun sketches. i just can't draw

[gaytobymeres]

goodreads is the mind killer

[shivunin]

the high priestess for elowen c:

Thank you so much for asking! For "the high priestess" (magic, dreams, knowledge):

A Storm, Reaching

(Elowen Lavellan/Cullen | 674 Words | CW: References to lyrium addiction)

“What does it feel like?” Cullen asked. 

Elowen’s hand was cupped in his. It was more pleasant, more soothing than she’d thought it would be to hold someone’s hand. Grounding, she supposed. She wouldn’t tell him so, she decided. The words would all come out wrong, like as not. 

“Hmm?” she asked, watching the mist from the lake curl around their feet. She could not say how long they’d been here, sitting on the dock outside of Honnleath. It felt like it had been hours. Not long enough, of course. It could never be long enough for the two of them. Soon, they would have to turn back to find their mounts and ride for Skyhold. There would be responsibilities and patrols and paperwork and neverending rifts to seal, and—

“Magic,” he said after a moment. Her thoughts had wandered so far that Elowen scrambled for a moment before she remembered what he was talking about. 

“I have often wondered,” he went on when she said nothing in response, “what it might feel like. For you.” 

“Oh,” she said, tilting her head back to think. “I’ve—I suppose I’ve never really thought of it before.” 

“You haven’t?” he asked. His profile was lit by the reflection of the moon on the water, a silvery line along his face. “When…I began taking lyrium, I felt the change at once. There are ways to practice how to use it before taking the first draught, of course, but afterward…”

His mouth shaped the next word before he said it, and his mouth twisted into a grimace. 

“What did it feel like?” Elowen asked, and turned her hand until their palms were pressed together. He’d taken off his gloves at some point and his hands were cool to the touch. She wrapped her other hand around his, too, and squeezed lightly until his skin began to warm. 

“I’m not one for—descriptions of…” he hesitated. “It felt strong. Sure. Like it was the answer. When I took it, everything felt clear—but it was never my own clarity. Perhaps that doesn’t make any sense, I don’t���”

“I understand,” Elowen said before he could take the words back. “The Anchor feels the same way sometimes. When I use it, it’s like speaking a language I’ve never learned. Was it like that?”

“Yes,” he said, “I suppose it was.”

They sat in relative silence for a time, accompanied only by the water lapping against the dock and the distant croaking of the frogs. When his hand warmed, Elowen loosened her grip on it and took the other.

“Magic doesn’t feel like that,” she said after a time. “When I used it the first time, it was as easy as breathing. I almost scared the life out of my poor mother. I had climbed to the top of a tree in a storm—”

“Really?” Cullen asked, and she smiled. 

“Really. And they couldn’t find me anywhere in the camp. It was truly a frightening one, winds bending trees to and fro, rain soaking me to the skin. It’s why I hadn’t tried to climb down. In my fear, I reached for the storm. I can’t say what I was trying to do or what I thought would happen. I was so young—but in any case, I reached for the storm and it reached back. I felt the lightning race across my skin, but it didn’t hurt. It felt right, natural. I don’t think I can explain it in any other way, though I wish there were better words.”

She laughed, shaking her head. Cullen’s fingers tangled with hers. 

“I’m sure that doesn’t help,” she said. “It’s all dreadfully vague.” 

“No, no,” Cullen said, squeezing her hand. “Thank you for telling me. When I’d considered it in the past, I thought it would be the same.”

After a moment, voice quieter, he added:

“I am glad to know it’s not the same.” 

So am I, Elowen thought. She squeezed his hand, still warming to hers, and brought the knuckles to her lips one by one.

[azumetapraline]

I COULD have had a favorite character just like me but NOOOOO I HAD to ship him with the protagonist huh??

[loyalhorror]

eight pages and counting… idk how to measure that really though because I always measure by word count which. i can’t do on paper (easily) dkfjdf

i have noticed though that im shying away from writing the explicit parts i actually set out to write, which is kind of funny FKGKDG but i guess i can always add them in later if i want to.

also I keep writing and being like ok I can build towards an ending now and then another scene comes into my head and I’m like FUCK I have to write that too now. it’s interesting how when im writing on a physical page, the scene appears really vividly in my head and the words flow SUPER easily - it feels less like im deliberately creating a narrative and more like im just letting something out that already exists. whereas typing on a computer it feels the opposite! both are fine it’s just like, huh.

[obligatory-name-change]

continuing to sort through my rnm notes and have gotten to the section i did about the character guide and goddamn if i wouldn't kill for a journal 3-style tie-in

[fingertipsmp3]

I haaate when apple pay doesn’t work and I have to type my credit card number in because now I have to actually comprehend the ways in which I am damaging myself financially

[orcelito]

Actually it is SO weird to me to remember that I was an engineering student and that later on I had been pursuing a minor in statistics

I may be a IT & com person in the end, but I do have the foundations of engineering and statistics in my brain too. Wild !

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[altruistic-meme]

Trick or treat! :]

WOO :D

for you my dear, I shall share a picture from my bsd notebook! i chose a page that has more to do with writing than analyzing, so here are some of my thoughts while planning one of my fics :3 ft a genuine look into what all of my fic planning looks like, really, disjointed trains of thought and seemingly random emphasis included

also, in case you were wondering, the fic this is about is "blackhole time fuckery"!

[ its trick or treat month :) ]

[cacklefrendly]

Fountain pen doodle compilation!!! fude nibs are the best nibs and i will fight someone about it