Marksley did not stand like a servant. His back was too straight, and though his shoulders remained slouched, there was a certain tenseness there that never appeared with the male servants she interacted with both at Isidore and at the palace. His feet were positioned just so that he would be able to stand completely still without locking his knees, his weight displaced equally between his feet and his arms behind his back.
Marksley did not stand like a servant. He stood like Leda before she adjusted to her new position. He stood like the guards that watched over her at the Manor. He stood like her mother, in some odd way, though Titaniaβs stance never looked as rigid and uniform as the rest of them.
He stood like a soldier.
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anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art
taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make
i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture
just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive
hereβs chapter two! this is dedicated to @stardustsroses , happy (late) birthday my love!! <3
masterlistΒ | ao3 |Β part 1
tags:Β @staticpetrichor @stardustsroses @nalgenewhoreβ @illyrianbeauty @mariamuses @nomattertheoceans @vivorsomething @b00kworm @maastrash @lost-in-fictionn @acourtofabsandillyrians @ladywitchlingΒ
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Cassia.
Her named suited her. Soft. Ethereal.
Awkwardly, Manon extended her hand in an offer to help her up from her cowered position. Cassiaβs stare immediately glued to the razor sharp nails curving wickedly from her pale fingers.
βI wonβt hurt you,β she repeated again, cursing the touch of shame that sent a pang down to her very core. Since when did she feel bad about her terrifying exterior?
Cassia visibly swallowed, nodding hesitantly before accepting Manonβs hand, her body so light Manon barely had to exert any energy pulling her up.
βUm, I-β she stammered, timidly meeting her gaze. βThank you for not killing me.β
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Iβm gonna focus onΒ Dressage Dragons this November, so prepare for a relentless onslaught of Hot Rich Barn Bitch rivalry!
Or, yβknow, radio silence until December. Depending on my spoons.
Some deets about DD!
YA queer urban fantasy - real world with added dragons
Queer rivals-to-friends-to-maybe-more
Dragon riding is basically equestrianismΒ
The sport has a reputation for being populated by spoilt, wealthy young white women (obvs a whole range of folks ride horses IRL, butβ¦ thereβs a reason for the stereotype, and weβre gonna acknowledge elitism where it exists)
Plot revolves around a competition to gain entry to the most prestigious Draconic Dressage Academy in the world
And a developing wlw relationship between a cruel ambitious heiress and a resentful, ruthless stablehand
No soft lovable MCs here guys sorryΒ Except Fareed, heβs perfect
But lots of character growth all around!
Plenty-o diversity
Set in the UK
Vicious rivalries!
Pranks that get WAY OUT OF HAND!!
Dragons!!! Did I mention the dragons??
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Writers face this question at every stage of their creative journey. Whether youβve been writing for two weeks or 20 years, the challenge remains the same. Will the time that I put into this project pay off? Will it do what I need it to do?
When youβre just starting out, most of the uncertainty centres around if you can even finish the story, and if yes, will it be any good? Later on, as a published author, you may wish for your book to hit the bestseller lists. As a best-selling author, you might want to be shortlisted for various awards. And when youβve won everything there is to win, you will worry about your work being at least as good as what came before. The struggle never really ends.
Writing books is particularly uncertain. When starting a novel, youβre months, perhaps even years away from the finish line β more than enough time to question everything about the project. The more words you write, the stronger the voice in your head becomes. Is this the right thing to work on? Is it going anywhere? The majority of would-be authors quit at this stage.
Other writers struggle before they start. They keep analysing and researching, trying to convince themselves that this is going to work. But no matter how good your idea is and how many notebooks you fill with notes, the uncertainty will never go away. How do you deal with that?
The only way to figure out whether a project will work is to start writing. For smaller projects like short stories and novellas, just power through the first draft. The first draft will tell you more about whether the story has legs than any amount of advance research ever can.
Thinking about writing a novel? There are ways to do this too. Take what you expect to be the most dramatic scene of the book and write that first. Get a feel of the characters, the setting. If youβre a pantser, try writing a short story with the same characters. See how you feel about it. Any red flags?
Thinking about writing something and actually writing the thing are two very different things. If you never start or never finish, the question will remain unanswered forever.
Will it work? Writing it is the only way to find out.
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