#( && even if i'm not following you - i'd love to write.

[pearlofthewoods]

Oh OKAY JANE ESPENSON with After Life!

So the beautiful scene that begun this whole thread… was written by a woman?

Sounds about right. ↕️🙂

(Thank you thank you Jane Espenson for all you gave to us Spuffy girlies 🥰, we are forever in your debt.)

But honestly, I never even considered that there would be such a gendered split between the healthier Spuffy writing and the more toxic-ish Spuffy writing. I just thought it might be a change in writers in general that created some of the more inconsistent-with-previous-episodes characterisation.

But now I realise it that was that, but it was also probably something to do with the men.

So I now feel very vindicated in questioning it in my earlier post.

Thanks so much for doing the research @aphony-cree. 🙏 This was a very enlightening read.

p.s. And in honour of Jane Espenson, I’m including the two scenes that first made me truly fall in love with Spuffy, all those years ago.

(snippet from the gorgeous Buffyverse Wiki ‘After Life’ transcript since Tumblr won’t let me add 2 videos at once 🥲)

DAWN: Spike? Are *you* okay?

SPIKE: I'm ... what did you do?

DAWN: Me? Nothing.

Buffy clutches the top of her shirt closed, looks up at Spike a little fearfully.

SPIKE: Her hands.

Buffy lowers her hands, puts them behind her back, looks uncomfortable.

DAWN: Um, I was gonna fix 'em. I don't know how they got like that.

SPIKE: I do. Clawed her way out of a coffin, that's how. (to Buffy) Isn't that right?

BUFFY: (quietly) Yeah. That's ... what I had to do.

SPIKE: Done it myself.

Throughout this, Spike continues staring at her as if he thinks he's dreaming. Now he snaps out of it.

SPIKE: Um ... We'll take care of you. Come here.

He puts out his arm and guides Buffy into the living room.

SPIKE: (to Dawn) Get some stuff, uh, mercurochrome, bandages.

DAWN: Okay.

Dawn goes off. Spike follows Buffy into the living room. She sits on the sofa and he sits on the coffee-table facing her. He takes her hands in his and looks at them. Then he looks up at her face and their eyes meet.

BUFFY: How long was I gone?

SPIKE: Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh ... hundred forty-eight today. (smiles a little) 'Cept today doesn't count, does it?

And secondly;

“But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but ... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again ... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways ... (softly) Every night I save you.”

So thank you Jane Espenson, for giving me the version of Spuffy and of Spike that I’ll always carry in my heart.

The gentler, kinder version that I always hoped they’d find their way back to. This was the goal. This was the aim. And by the end of Season 7, I think they were finally getting there again. They just took the long way round.

Buffy wanting some time alone then telling Spike "That's okay. I can be alone with you here" is one of the most romantic lines ever, but then they followed it up with Spike telling her "Buffy, if you're in … if you're in pain … or if you need anything… or if I can do anything for you.." and they really expected us to think they were bad together and shouldn't be a couple

[olderthannetfic]

So I have a bit of a dilemma re: relationship tags on AO3 and I'd like to ask your followers for some help.

I'm writing a plot-heavy smut fanfic with three characters (let's just call them A, B, and C) who have a kinda complicated relationship (at least imo). Character A and Character B are dating, but A has a crush on C (who is also his rival, lol). A and C get into a fight, so to help them get along, B suggests that they have a threesome together. It basically ends with A and C looking longingly into each other's eyes as they screw B at the same time. The fic is A/B and A/C centric.

Here's my question: Do I tag A/B/C and/or just A/B and A/C? If I tag the latter, should I also tag B/C? The reason I'm hesitant to tag A/B/C or B/C is because there's no feelings between B/C, even though there is sex.

Personally, if I were looking for an OT3 A/B/C fic where all of them were in love with/attracted to each other, I think I'd be disappointed to find my fic in the tags. However, on the other end of things, I find it kind of annoying when OT3 fics involving my OTP + another person show up in my OTP's tag on ao3. I know there's no one right way to tag this fic, but I'd really appreciate some insight from more experienced ao3 users.

--

I would definitely not tag B/C.

I think A/B/C is probably the most accurate here, but you could also add some tags for a v-shaped relationship or tag A/B and A/C but add a tag for threesomes or poly (depending on the implications for the future).

I don't think every OT3 fan is disappointed if one leg isn't as emotionally involved. It depends on the fandom and dynamic involved. It also depends how you've left things at the end. Is this going to be an ongoing thing where B and C are friendly and all three have sex even if there's no B/C romance? It really varies by reader and the specific vibes.

[valwrites-stuff]

Hi, I just wanted to say I love your work so much and I was wondering if you can please write about Jason finding out reader is a lead guitarist of a metal band?

Thank you so much, hope this turned out decent and you like it ❤️

Guitar goddess

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, strangers to lovers

After seeing you a few times at parties and at the bar, Jason couldn't help but feel drawn to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you carried yourself with confidence, it all captivated him. He found himself developing a little crush on you, unable to shake the feeling every time he saw you.

One night, at a friend's party, Jason finally mustered up the courage to approach you as he found you sitting there all by yourself, on the steps of the front porch, peacefully enjoying a cigarette. "Hey there, mind if I join you?"

As Jason's voice cut through the crisp evening air, you turned your head to regard him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He looked a bit unsteady on his feet, likely due to the alcohol coursing through his veins. Despite this, there was an undeniable spark of confidence in his eyes as he made his way over, claiming the space beside you.

"Not at all," you replied with a gentle smile, taking another slow drag from your cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray between your feet.

Jason sat down carefully, his thigh brushing against yours in a fleeting touch.

"I've seen you around but never really had a chance to talk," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

"Name's Jason, by the way." He extended a hand towards you, his gaze flicking up to meet yours.

As he spoke, you noticed the way the dim porch light cast a warm glow across his features, the strong jawline, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intensity, and the curly brown hair that framed his face.

"I noticed you too. I'm glad we finally get a chance to talk. It's nice to meet you, Jason," you responded and shook his hand, taking in his ruggedly handsome features.

"You looked like you could use some company out here." Jason said, his deep voice sending a flutter through your chest. "Besides, I couldn't resist the chance to talk to the most intriguing woman at this party."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, a soft blush spreading across your face as you met Jason's gaze. There was something undeniably charming about the way he looked at you, his eyes holding a sincerity that put you at ease.

"Well thanks, I suppose I do stand out from the crowd." You teased and couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

You talked for what felt like hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. Jason's laugh was infectious, and you found yourself smiling wider with each passing moment.

He was enchanted by your looks and aura of mystery. There was something about you that piqued his curiosity, and he found himself wanting to know more about you.

You had a way of keeping people guessing, never revealing too much about yourself. Jason was intrigued by this, and he couldn't help but feel a strong attraction towards you. He needed to unravel the mystery that surrounded you.

Little did Jason know, you were the lead guitarist in a metal band, a fact that you had kept hidden from him, but he would eventually find out by himself, knowing that Metallica would play at the same venue as your band the following weekend.

As the night wore on, Jason's gaze became more intense and you could tell he was interested. "Can I see you again?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for a response.

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I'd like that," you replied and his face lit up with a radiant grin. "Care to give me your phone number?"

You nodded and rummaged through your purse, searching for a pen and paper, but all you could find was a crumpled tissue.

You smiled sheepishly as you scribbled your number on the makeshift paper, handing it to Jason with a laugh.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he took the tissue from you. "Thanks, I'll treasure it," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Just then, one of your friends appeared, tugging on your arm to get you back to the party.

You bid Jason a hasty goodbye, slightly disappointed to leave his side. But as you turned to leave, you caught his eye, and the spark between you ignited once more.

...

The sticky floors of the venue clung to the soles of Jason’s sneakers as he navigated through the crowd the following weekend.

The adrenaline from their show still thrummed beneath his skin, a pleasant buzz accompanying the clinking of beer bottles and loud guitar sounds.

Metallica had just finished their set, that had gone down well with the Friday night crowd. Now, they were in relaxation mode, grabbing well-deserved drinks and watching the next band on stage.

As Jason leaned against the bar, sipping on his beer, he noticed Kirk nudging him as he stared at the stage in front of them. "Hey, isn't that the girl you met at the party?"

Curiosity piqued as Jason looked up, scanning the crowd before his eyes followed Kirk's gaze to the stage.

And that's when he saw you. His jaw hit the floor. You were a vision in black leather and lace, your fingers flying over the strings of your guitar with a skill that left him breathless. Your long, dark hair cascaded down your back, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

Jason was at a loss for words as he stared at you, mind racing to make sense of the situation. How could he have not known that you were the lead guitarist of the band playing tonight? You didn't tell him anything about being the lead guitarist in a metal band.

He watched you in a daze, the initial attraction he felt towards you before exploding into something much, much more powerful.

The way you commanded the stage, the passion that poured from you with every note, it was breathtaking. He felt a primal urge to know you and this raw, untamed energy that pulsed through you.

He knew, with a sudden, startling certainty, that he needed to have you in his life. He needed to call you his. Jason felt a thrill course through him. This was going to be interesting.

...

The moment Jason spotted you backstage, adrenaline surged through his veins. He pushed past crew members and roadies, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached you. You looked up, startled, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into Metallica's dressing room.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone in there. Jason released your arm only to gently pin you against the wall, his body pressing close. "I'm sorry, but how could you keep this from me?" he demanded. "Lead guitarist of a metal band? That's who you really are?"

You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance despite the butterflies ravaging your stomach. "Hi Jason...I think you would have found out eventually, as I can see." You replied with a coy smile.

"Do you know that you just got ten times hotter?" Jason replied with a serious expression, eyes sincere.

You were a bit taken back by Jason's straight forwardness, but you tried not to let it show, as you responded with a smirk. "Ten times, hm?" You mused in a flirty tone as your eyes locked with his.

"Fuck yeah." The corner of Jason's lips tugged up in a smirk. He could feel his heart racing and his palms getting a little sweaty, but he tried his hardest to keep himself cool and collected.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," He said as he rested his hand on the wall just next to your shoulder and leant closer to you.

Your gaze locked with Jason's, a sparkle of mischief dancing in your irises as you felt the warmth of his hand beside you. You tilted your chin slightly, daring him to make the next move.

Jason closed the remaining distance, his mouth crashing against yours in a fervent kiss. His lips were firm, demanding, claiming your own as if staking his ownership. You moaned softly into the embrace, the sound muffled by your sealed mouths.

Your hands came up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you responded with equal fervor. You kissed deeply, passionately, without preamble, lost in the all-consuming need to bridge the gap between you.

Breaking the contact with a gasp, you gazed up at Jason, your pupils blown wide with arousal. A rosy blush painted your cheeks as you searched his features, a hint of wonder and trepidation swirling within your chest.

"God, I've wanted to do this since the night we met." Jason breathed, his voice husky with longing.

Your lips met again in a fierce, desperate kiss, tongues entwining in a sensual dance as you devoured each other's taste. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of lust and longing.

[luzmyway]

Are the people asking for a coaching change really so unreasonable? Many players remain with their longtime coaches out of affection and familiarity and it comes to bite them in the ass. Stef, Felix, Rublev have been/are in the same boat. Stef and FAA took years to realize this because their coaches helped them get to top 10 itw but there comes a time when a player outgrows their coach. Stef is also a good comparison because his coach is also his father. Carlos has called juanki his “second father”.

Hi anon!

Well, first of all, what I'm about to write may be biased because I absolutely love Juanki. I started following Carlitos because Juanki was his coach, and not the other way around.

That said:

With all due respect to the players you listed, none of them got even close to Carlos' achievements so far. We don't know what happens from now on, this season maybe he wins nothing and one of them does... But so far, what we have is a 21 year old who's won 4GS in every surface and has been n1. All that under Juanki and their very familiar team.

Carlos is Spanish, I don't want to stereotype too much but some sterotypes exist for a reason. His blood runs hot and family relationships tend to be strong. Spanish people tend not to leave their family house until a medium age of 30... They usually only get out to live with their eventual significant other. This is to say that Carlos is probably someone who thrives in familiar environments and close family-like relationships.

All this would not be valid if he, for example, failed to win titles last year. If that was the case, I'd totally agree that he should change, because it would be a pity to let his talent go to waste. But that is not the case... I mean, am I crazy? This is the guy who had a 2024 summer 99% of players can't dream of.

I definitely agree he needs to work on his mental part. That doesn't mean he has to change his personality or change a winning team. I was also mad he lost to Novak under those circumstances and I love Novak. But it's something that also come with age. He can't have everything at once. Honestly, what would be the fun in that anyway? He has to "walk the walk".

Anyway, I'm probably digressing a bit much, but I guess I do have a lot to say in what concerns all this. Hope it made some sense.

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[yuseirra]

about marrying...

There was a magazine interview where they had Ai answer a couple of questions, and well, she didn't say no when asked if she had someone she wanted to marry. Seeing how she pictured a cute and loving family with Hikaru... I believe they really could have gotten married if things weren't this messed up.

[writeouswriter]

Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

[dramas-vs-novels]

Yeah... I remember seeing the architectural design majors at my uni having this breakdown each semester...

[orchideae]

My apologies for the short absence, I (still) tend to disappear a bit during the beginning of each month due to every payment in the book coming out of me at that time. So as that happens and I ensure all is tended to, I become a bit of a social hermit on Discord and am mostly hiding in Genshin.But please know that I've seen DMs and will be getting to them as I slowly re-emerge, but please know I'm not ignoring anyone! Also, also, Fontaine's AQ is hands-down my favorite out of all of them.

Focalors (and Furina) is immensely well-written and I'm so, very insanely impressed with Hoyo's writing for her. Holy shit. Also, the fact this happened in the region that's inspired by France and Britain to some extent? Of course, why wouldn't it? But also, the light foreshadowing from previous nations, the continuous and built-on talk of sacrifice for humanity, for the sovereigns? But even on top of that, we're in the nation of hydro. Cryo is obviously the element that pulls on the heartstrings because of obvious characters like Wriothesley and Kaeya, but has no one ever looked at the hydro characters? Dedication and devotion, responsibility, selflessness, and even-sacrifice, they all stand at the very core of each character. Meshing that in with the inspiration used for the nation, the foreshadowing from especially Sumeru— self-sacrifice was kind of in the cards all along.

But honestly, in terms of execution? Chef's kiss, chef's kiss.

[bri-does-art]

Hi, just popping in to say I'm alive, still working on the next chapter and those ask responses, everything's good. |'D In case anyone was worried!

[balladetto]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

help it was difficult not to send most sOB hiiiii i still think of tulin & teba and hold them close to my heart :>

small symbols of kindness / @volcania

[tearing up] apolo i think this may be a bit unfair when the best i can do in the face of it is throw all these sentiments back at you?! HELLO?? thank you dearly, this means so gosh darn much to me!! 🥺 i adore the thought you put into your muses and their backstories and motivations, especially with how time might shape them! tulin and teba are also my beloveds, and i hope we might be able to find some more beloveds in this coming year!!

[monster-noises]

I think it will/would be best for me if, over just posting regularly little snuppets of my OC's, my Comics get popular and I can kinda like.. be a step removed from the people who read them

Because i want people to enjoy my oc's but i don't think i could handle people sending me unsolicited asks and messages about their Headcanons for My little guys

And I realise posting a comic instead of just About my Oc's in sort of contextly chunks won't Stop this behaviour but i feel like i could somehow put up better bounderies that way..

[fridayyy-13th]

siiiiiigh.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too

[skidrowflorist]

hi! i used to write under suddcnlyseymour (i used ethan slater and then later marc antolin as a FC) and i just wanted to say - i really loved writing with you - i went back recently to re-read our threads and it made my heart hurt (in a good way.) i adore your interpretation of audrey, the depth and consideration and care you give to her character. i hope that you're doing okay! i hope life is treating you kindly <3

ooc;; hey!! yes of course i remember you!! i always loved writing with your seymour, and i'm so happy to hear from you!! i'm hanging in there, living life, loving lsoh. i think of you often and hope that you're doing well too. tbh i miss your blog lots! it means so much that you found me out here again and wanted to go back and read our old threads. thank you so much for your kind words, man. i try my best for audrey and it makes me so happy to hear my portrayal has stuck with you in a positive way. :) seconded on the heart hurting - we wrote some pretty tender, sweet stuff if i do say so myself. and listen, if i could ever do anything to spark up the ol' seymour muse for you, i would in a heartbeat lmao

[housederiva]

Here's every version of the letter the Inquisitor gets from their LI plus Varric (which didn't make me cry at all)

If your Inky didn't romance anyone:

Inquisitor, Greetings from miserable, rainy Minrathous! (Don't tell Dorian I called it that.) The rotten weather here is making me nostalgic for Skyhold. The mountains were freezing, but at least the air didn't smell like wet garbage. We'll have to get in another game of Wicked Grace, soon. Harding picked up the trail again. I'd tell you not to worry, but I know how useless that is. Instead, I'll just say: I've got a great team on this. Neve could stare down the Maker, and wait until you meet Rook. He's/She's/They're a natural: Smart, resourceful, completely unpredictable. You'd like him/her/them, as long as you don't try to beat him/her/them at cards. Chuckles'll never know what hit him. I'll write again once we have something solid for you. Drinks at the Hanged Man are on me when this is over. Take care of yourself. Varric

Blackwall:

My love, You have summoned me to Minrathous, and I will answer your call, as soon as responsibilities here in the South allow. I have missed being by your side. Will these troubles be the last we face? The world seems always to conspire, through duty or disaster, to pull you away from me. I do not resent it. You are dedicated to purposes far larger and more significant than myself. I hope you do not think me a fool for hoping that one day, your only concern will be the color you wish our walls to be painted, or the flowers we will plant beside our gate. I'm partial to carnations. Yours always, Thom

Cassandra:

My love, We are no strangers to duty, or the separation it demands of us. You head for Tevinter, and though I want to go with you, there is work we both must do. I will not falter in the tasks that wait before me and I pray my actions, in whatever measure they can, will keep you safe. The others see only confidence in my resolve, but you have always known more than mere appearance. I confess to you, and you alone, that I am afraid. I'm afraid of what may happen, that Thedas will face such turmoil as it did before. I know not what awaits us. Yet even in the face of uncertainty, there are two things I cannot doubt and never will. The first is that our paths are never separated long. That I will find you at my side when I need you, as you will find me at yours. I will play my part in this and follow as soon as I can. The second thing I never doubt is you. Whatever lies before you, trust yourself. Trust your heart as I trust it. It will not lead you astray. Yours, Cassandra

Cullen:

The top of the letter has been punctured by small, sharp teeth, leaving most of a beloved name and a few sentences chewed to read. I fear the puppy started on this letter shortly after I did. I'd start over, but I must send this tonight if it's to reach you. Matters are settled here and I make for Tevinter as soon as possible. I almost believed chaos might spare us this time. I can't say I wished to see Minrathous before now, but I am eager to see you. I long to see your face and know that you are all right. You are I've There's I wish I was better at putting into writing all that's in my mind. For now, simply know that I love you. It is the most cherished constant of my life. The days ahead will not be easy. I know there's much you carry, more than many realize. But whatever you must face, you will not meet it alone. You have my sword, my counsel, my - I could write this list forever when all I mean to say is this - Whatever you need of me, I am yours. Cullen

Dorian:

Amatus, I'm writing. Again. Yes, the sending crystals still work and yes, you'll be in Minrathous in a few short weeks. But a letter, written in blind longing, is real. It can be touched, and it can be held, when ink and paper must substitute for your skin on mine and my breath in your ear. I used to scoff at frequent declarations of affection. Trite, I thought. Save them for rare and precious moments. But time and love are no longer things I care to squander, especially not as we race again toward calamity. And so, in each of these fleeting, ephemeral seconds, I will tell you that I love you. Whether penned or spoken, or conveyed by glance or action, I love you. In this moment, and in all the moments to come, for as long as they do, I love you. I will find you soon. Yours, Dorian

Iron Bull

Hey, Kadan, Not the first time we've marched toward different battles. I know you're keeping the crap from catching fire up in Tevinter. Wish I could be there, but I'll make sure there's a world for you to come back to when you're done dealing with crazy vints and stupid Antaam and whatever other crap Solas kicked up. (Shit, the Antaam. Remember when I was worried what would happen if I went tal-vashoth? That right there!) I know you're gonna be careful, and you've got Morrigan there. Just take care of yourself. If anything happens to you, I'm going to have to take Krem and the Chargers and stomp across all of Tevinter to come get you. It'll be a whole thing, and you know it'll upset Dorian. Being apart from you made me realize something else. I spent so long being whatever the Ben-Hassrath wanted me to be. An investigator. An agent. A mercenary sending reports. These past years, since the Inquisition ended, I've been able to just be what I want to be. And what I really want to be is yours. I like the person I am when I'm with you. So come back safe. Love, The signature appears to be a stylized rendering of the Iron Bull's head.

Josephine:

My Dearest Lord/Lady, I have spoken to friends in Minrathous. They offer us their hospitality, not to mention shelter from the worst intrigues of the Archon's Palace. While you're well acquainted with the roving eyes of grand courts, please take care. Tevinter's regard can be the oldest and cruelest of them all. The family writes the weather back home is beautiful. I do miss our quiet times together. There is a question I've wanted to ask you for so long. I would like to pretend I have been busy, or it was not the proper time. But, if I am being honest, I only waited because I have been afraid of choosing a poor moment. Please, let me make a promise to you here. When we return to Antiva, I will ask you, on the steps of the estate, if you will do me a great honor. And I dream you will say yes. Always yours, Josephine Postscript: I cannot believe it nearly slipped my mind. Yvette and Lord Otranto send their best wishes, and hope to see us back home in time to welcome their third child.

Sera:

(An artistically doodled journal page presumably from the Inquisitor's partner, Sera.) Keep this as close as I need you. (A drawing of a pile of flowers, with lines like it's moving, an arrow pointing to it labeled "us.") - North again, Mini-wrathus still stuck up its own pucker. - Magiturds are scared of us. They don't even know. - We work with Maevaris, right? She's wow. - So many Friends! Jennies in all the walls! - We kill him this time. He took from us twice! (A drawing of a cracked egg scribbled out, with "can't even joke" in letters that tore the page.) - Still thinking of you sideways. - Never mind the Dalish, here's the Veil Jumpers! Tempest-kin! (A drawing of a tall, shorthaired elf (Sera?) and Irelin brandishing two fingers, backflipping as a tree explodes in runes.) - The memory thing makes my head spin. If that Rook doesn't take it, throw it out. - Tell Morrigan ppbbth! for me. - I'll also tell her ppbbth! She knows why. - Tell them to Stripe. Him. Up. I wanted more books. (More heavy scribbles that tear.) - You meet; I'll keep you safe. Then I'm your time off, and you're my time on. (The last section has different colored inks, like Sera has returned to it several times.) New naked names: -Sweet-tits (scribbled out) -Bestest (scribbled out) -Loverly (scribbled out) -Lovey (scribbled out) -My-for-always-and-ever - name's not too long, time's too short. -But "Sweet-tits," though (scribbled out)

Solas:

Vhenan, I do not know if you will see these words. My ritual is ready and will soon be set in motion. Perhaps when you read this the world will be as it once was, and you will see why all I did was necessary. I cannot ask your forgiveness, but I hope you come to understand. That night in Crestwood, when I shared the truth about your vallaslin... you do not know how close I came to breaking. I could have shared the truth, or even put my plans aside and simply stayed with you as Solas... as I wanted. I regret the pain I caused you. What I feel for you will never change. The note is unsigned, but the handwriting is Solas'.