Unbearably Deer To Me

writing badly and cringily is actually an essential part of the writing process, both in terms of individual projects and in gaining voice and confidence as a writer in the long term. there is no way around the cringe. there's no way around the work.

To reiterate:

Trump's transphobic Executive Orders regarding healthcare and Federal documents are currently unenforceable and are not current actionable policy of the Federal government.

Do not despair.

Do not panic.

And most importantly: do not comply in advance.

Staying alive is a radical act as a trans person in Trump's America.

Don't forget, Trump was the one who tried to ban TikTok in his first term, and Republicans voted to pass the TikTok Ban Bill.

He didn't save it. He just flipflopped when he realised it made him look bad with young people.

And now TikTok are sucking up to Trump and effectively acting as an ad section for him.

Don't fall for it.

"Despite frequent offers of new bedmates, Zevran never loved again."

#1 davrin enjoyer

Just losing my mind at the implications that the companions have all been trying to help Rook grieve Varric, and Rook doesn’t know

Emmrich, wise and long-familiar with grief, being told by Neve and Harding what happened; understanding why sometimes he overhears Rook’s muffled voice in the Infirmary, talking to no one. He takes Rook to the Memorial Gardens and mentions he talks to his parents, thinking Rook might be comfortable with the same. Rook lights candles and rings bells but Emmrich watches, sorrowed, to see Rook still seems in deep denial.

Neve takes Rook to the Wall of Light; a Shadow Dragon Rook knows just what this means but any Rook can understand the solemnity, the power of remembrance. Neve reenergizes Brom’s light and looks to Rook, hoping Rook will mention wanting to make one for Varric. Rook is kind and comforting to Neve, but Neve is lost in wondering why Rook doesn’t take the chance to open up. She can’t figure it. Maybe Rook just can’t face it, not yet. Maybe Rook does something privately. She isn’t sure but it nags at her.

Davrin’s not big on talking about feelings. He’d rather just move on. But he sees the way Rook seems a little hollow sometimes, a little distant; he sees how Rook takes so quickly to Assan. “Hey Rook,” he says, and invites them to come with him and Assan to safe places in Arlathan, where the woods are clean and green and growing, where real sunlight dapples through the trees. Rook always seems to love these outings, seems lighter afterwards. But Davrin feels a little confused in that Rook never seems to realize the outings are mostly for them.

Taash is another person not big on feelings. But they know how much feelings can twist you up and mess with your head. When Lace tells them about Varric they feel badly for Rook, and think to how they feel when they’re struggling. Epic fights, dragon fights, drinks with the Lords. Taash is perfectly capable of doing all that on their own. But maybe bringing Rook along will help get them out of their head a little bit. Does it help? Taash isn’t sure.

Bellara’s double-versed in grief after what happens to Cyrian. Rook helped her through trying to reach him, and Bellara wonders, in her own pain, if she can help Rook a little bit too. Especially if Rook is elven, teaching Rook about the braziers and the challenges is another tool she can share about her or their people, another way that might help Rook with their grief. Neve’s told her that the Wall of Light didn’t seem to help Rook much, but maybe a different funeral tradition could help them instead. Rook helps her light the braziers and Bellara feels her heart lightening, though she wonders at Rook, who seems more moved by Bellara’s reactions than anything else.

Lucanis is nearly as allergic to dealing with feelings as Davrin is, but he immediately clocks how Neve and Harding are acting, and asks what happened before he joined them. They tell him about Varric and that they’re worried about Rook, that Rook seems to just be shoving those feelings down without dealing with them. Lucanis is no stranger to that, but while it’s fine for him, he doesn’t want to see someone who risked their life to save him share that struggle. He brings Rook to Caterina’s funeral planning to show Rook it’s okay to admit the loss and honor it. When that doesn’t seem to make a dent, he falls back to his standard - lavish meals, small gifts, coffee. He knows it would help him. He just wishes it helped Rook too.

Lace hurts the worst after losing Varric and Lace is where Solas’ magic comes the closest to faltering. Rook can see Lace is down, she’s quiet, she’s afraid after what happens with the gods escaping; but Solas’ magic holds and Rook can still never see quite why. Lace would love to sit over drinks one night and share stories about Varric, but she sees that Rook doesn’t seem ready, and she doesn’t want to push. Instead she writes letters to Ma, to the Inquisitor, to Cassandra, to Aveline, maybe even to Hawke. She writes out her stories with Varric’s old quill and she carries a bolt of Bianca with her. A dozen times she goes to talk to Rook about him, and when she tries Rook turns away or changes the subject. It hurts, but Lace knows she can’t make Rook talk about him, and she hopes in time it will get better.

This just absolutely crushes me the more I think about it 😭

Edit: Varric’s death is Rook’s personal companion quest every other single companion tries to help them with, and can’t 😭😭😭

*Davrin carving his 30th wooden figure of the day* I'm fine.

birdie😩

Who is this Diva!?

btw maybe my favourite bit of dialogue in the whole of veilguard is a random couple of lines between emmrich and davrin. they’re talking about manfred and asaan getting up to mischief and davrin laughs and goes “what’ve we signed up for”

and emmrich in the most heartfelt tone in the world just replies “love, i think”

and just. yeah. that’s what it is. that’s what we sign up for.

Once again we have to do what Bioware doesn't do themselves

//I don't like how I drew this idea, so I'll redo it after a while

Y'know what? I honestly just really fancy all of the companions. The gloriousness of being bisexual.

Forget jack cabot work for me instead babygirl!!!

Thinking about how Sparrow has a found family outside of their hero friends.

The Bower Lake camp is their family. When you start the game if you loiter you can hear people wish you a happy birthday, they immediately believe in you while people outside of it couldn't care less about you. The people captured by Thag know you, if you take too long to let them out the woman goes "You wouldn't do this to us, would you Sparrow?"

Sparrow isn't alone, they're angry and hurt over Rose, but they are loved, and the people of the camp see them as one of their own.

Like yes, Hammer Garth and Reaver understand them on a level the dwellers can't. They understand Sparrows hurt and trauma, Hammer and Sparrow see the most important person die in front of them, Garth and Sprrow experience the spire, and Reaver connects to those darker parts of them.

But at the same time the dwellers understand a part of them those three can't. They raised them, they saw them through the injuries Lucien left, and tried their hardest to fill as much of the hole left behind from Roses death. They're part of why Sparrow maintains the ability to be positive, and funny because that is far from Theresas list of things Sparrow needs to be. Sparrow dances and plays the lute, and you can't convince me that they would be doing those things without the positive influence of the camps inhabitants.

In Sparrow Theresa saw the key to getting the Spire, Lucien saw a road block, but the dwellers saw a child, and fully embraced and loved them. Gave them as much as the possibly could, and kept a home open for them always should they wish to use it.