Icon by cathuia. Header by dingoat. SWTOR ♥. Total nerd. Canonically afraid of trains. (Or possibly afraid of canonical trains.) Habitually rolls up Jedi Sentinels on a bimonthly basis. A little too fond of certain galactic spies. Occasionally guesses really strange and cracktastic twists to video games. I guess this is also a Baldur's Gate 3 blog now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Pro-writing tip: if your story doesn't need a number, don't put a fucking number in it.
Nothing, I mean nothing, activates reader pedantry like a number.
I have seen it a thousand times in writing workshops. People just can't resist nitpicking a number. For example, "This scifi story takes place 200 years in the future and they have faster than light travel because it's plot convenient," will immediately drag every armchair scientist out of the woodwork to say why there's no way that technology would exist in only 200 years.
Dates, ages, math, spans of time, I don't know what it is but the second a specific number shows up, your reader is thinking, and they're thinking critically but it's about whether that information is correct. They are now doing the math and have gone off drawing conclusions and getting distracted from your story or worse, putting it down entirely because umm, that sword could not have existed in that Medieval year, or this character couldn't be this old because it means they were an infant when this other story event happened that they're supposed to know about, or these two events now overlap in the timeline, or... etc etc etc.
Unless you are 1000% certain that a specific number is adding to your narrative, and you know rock-solid, backwards and forwards that the information attached to that number is correct and consistent throughout the entire story, do yourself a favor, and don't bring that evil down upon your head.
It's okay to be 8 levels below the suggested level for the plot
all you need is your anime laser sword and to hold your pixel hubby's hand and it'll all turn out okay
It was "take your spouse to plot" day in Sandrock, and it was so disgustingly cute that they'd just start holding hands every few seconds. Sometimes while running down hallways, taking a break long enough for Logan to cackle like a madman as he plows into enemies like a tank, and then when the carnage has cleared is like "where's my wifey? 🥺" before grabbing her hand again.