#maybeindigo

[natdrinkstea]

Aubreyad for the ask?

THERE ARE MEN NAMED STEPHEN MARTURIN AND JACK AUBREY???? THEY ARE ON BOATS???? IS THERE A WEASEL????

they're books and maybe also a show. cup has tiny versions of them that I want to hold gently.

[wildwood-faun]

41, 11, 17 for the ask?

Thank you! :)

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

Write lots!! When I was younger I wrote everywhere, all the time and tbh I feel like I need to get back to that. Don't worry too much about quality or originality in the beginning (and even when you've been writing a while, remember that the first draft doesn't have to be perfect), just have fun exploring words and worlds. And read lots! Even if you don't consciously study other writers' you will learn a lot just from absorbing what they've done. Not to mention all the grammar and spelling rules you'll tend to pick up without really having to think about it.

Relatedly, I also think trying other writers' styles consciously is a very useful exercise that with time will help you shape your own. Take your favourite writers and try to figure out what makes their writing stand out to you. Or read some stories from a particular era or genre and try to mimic that style. Fanfiction is a good space to play with another writer's style, but you could also try to take just their style and apply it to your own stuff.

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most?

I owe a great deal to Neil Gaiman and Susanna Clarke. Gaiman's "anything goes" fantasy that melds the gritty with the sublime taught me that inspiration and magic can be found everywhere - that you don't have to go back to a pseudo-medieval setting to write great fantasy, how you can blend the new and the old, the crude and the holy, to your hearts desire. And Clarke's grip of language and worldbuilding is just astonishing to me. The more I learn about fairy lore, the more I respect the research that went into Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell - and the way she managed to wrangle such a huge and complex story is just incredibly impressive.

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?

I do most of my first draft writing by hand, with one of two types of pen (either a fountain pen or a pilot rollerball - I need good ink flow!). If I'm at home I'll often light candles. When I'm plotting or brainstorming I'll often listen to music with lyrics that I find suits the themes I'm after (often this will spark new ideas). When I'm actually writing I listen to music as well, but then it's usually instrumental. Sometimes I'll listen to the same song over and over because it's the only thing I can find where the mood is just right.

Some of my best writing sessions have been on long train rides. There's something about being in motion but contained to one spot and unable to really do anything that really works for me.

[ellynneversweet]

⭐️?

In reference to this post, which it took me fucking ages to find again. Thank you! And I’m so sorry for taking so long to reply — I realised that what I wanted to talk about was what I was in the middle of writing, and then I couldn’t find the original post FML.

For my free choice, I’m going to carry on about everything that gets broken (so far) in A Pillar I am of Pride, and why including literal babies as characters in fic is real fucking hard (ie they have next to no character or plot agency), so without further ado, may I present:

Stains and Spills and Smashed Pots, Oh My!

Right, so, Pillar started out as something along the lines of ‘five times the Darcys and the Rushworths had dinner together, and one time they didn’t,’ but because I am bad at sticking to a plan, it evolved into something slightly looser, and then I decided what I really wanted to do was write a something with a very formal and elaborate grammatical structure that was, on the face of it, about a bunch of posh, mostly dignified adults having a series of dull and unpleasant parties, and smuggle in a series of smutty jokes and wink-wink-nudge-nudge moments about which of the characters are getting it on (or failing to) with whom. To that end, everything I can think of gets to be a metaphor, and, by the way, looking back I’m slightly pissed that in the opening scene I missed a trick and wrote the Darcys buttering toast instead of muffins.

So far the list of smashed, stained, and broken items goes:

Item: Mr Darcy’s ornamental orange tree in a chinoiserie pot, and (nearly) his gigantic hallway mirror.  Damage: the former is tripped over by Mr Rushworth while blind drunk, and the latter he catches himself on. All of this is scene-setting ‘rich people showing off’ decor, and what this does on a literal level in-fic is aggravate Elizabeth and Darcy, who do not appreciate their stylish, comfortable home being smashed up by an oafish guest. On another level, it’s building on canon!Darcy’s associations with gardens and gardening, being someone who creates and produces within the community. On the jokey metaphor level, orange blossom is associated with marriage, and (smashed) mirrors with bad luck. The Rushworth marriage isn’t going to last, and they’re going to cause some stress to their married neighbours.

Item: Elizabeth’s evening outfit, and probably her dignity. Damage: stained by leaky breasts as a result of startled-awake-and-crying Darcy baby The cherry on top of the ruined evening. Elizabeth spends the evening watching half her guests delving into a previously unknown family feud and in the process accidentally insulting the other half, then finds out her husband is, unexpectedly, completely wasted (along with five other increasingly-less-decorous gentlemen, two of whom are her overnight guests while the others are theoretically responsible for getting their female family home safely after dark in an city and era not known for being particularly safe) and ends up trying to resolve everything in the middle of a wardrobe emergency while comforting a distressed baby. On the metaphorical level, the point is this: everyone’s body is betraying them. The resident drunks are telling, or at least alluding to, deep dark secrets, and generally making smutty jokes, and Elizabeth, who is trying very hard to be Mrs Darcy v1 (dignified society hostess with the mostess) instead ends the evening as Mrs Darcy v2 (frustrated, upset and hormonal young mother).

Item: Mr Bennet’s letter to Elizabeth, in which he probes her opinions on Maria Rushworth and Henry Crawford. Damage: squirted by breastmilk when Darcy toddler picks a fight with Darcy baby during breakfast. This part is where I got stuck for ages. The Rushworths (Mr and Mrs) have seriously offended Elizabeth, who is a champion grudge holder, but she needs to continue to be around them on some level without overtly influencing the overarching Mansfield Park plot, in order for the fic to progress. Maria in particular has insulted Elizabeth’s parenting, so it makes sense to bring the children in. Only problem is: they’re babies. There’s a limit to what you can do with characters who are babies. In this case, they get to be useful metaphoric sounding boards for the actions and beliefs of the adults around them. Elizabeth is in this scene (and the fic more generally) meant to be set up as Maria’s foil. Elizabeth has a successful-by-regency-standards marriage, which means money, respected social status, and production of a (male) heir and spare. That she gets on with her husband is a cool bonus. So, on the metaphoric level, the kids are representative of the key regency gentlewoman KPI: legitimate fertility (and, by extension, legitimate sexual activity). Elizabeth has children, Maria doesn’t (yet), which puts Elizabeth up a peg on the social pole. Also, Mansfield Park is, among other things, heavily focused on siblings fighting with each other and older siblings in particular fucking things up for their younger siblings. The Darcy kids are having a playful wrestle, not trying to destroy each other’s lives and inheritances — the worst that happens is that Darcy baby gets his breakfast interrupted — but it’s a chibi reflection of the Bertram and Crawford siblings arguing with each other. On a jokey level — a bit of stray bodily fluid gets squirted onto a sheet (of paper), and literally stains Maria’s name. It’s crude, but hey.

Item: Broderie Anglaise table runner. Damage: ripped as a result of Darcy toddler playing racetracks on it with a toy horse. The table runner was originally Elizabeth’s sleeve, but that got changed because it didn’t quite flow, scene-structure wise. Darcy toddler is busy practising being a gentleman’s heir, which for a three year old in a century where hotwheels haven’t been invented yet, means playing with a toy horse. This carries on from the previous two incidents, but it basically boils down to Darcy toddler (and absent Darcy baby) being physical, living proof of Elizabeth having a sex life. Ripping a bit of white lace with a miniature Trojan horse is, again, probably a bit crude, but it is meant to reinforce the previous points made about married (prospective) mothers whose bodies conspire to produce proof of just what(/whom) they’re doing.

Item: baby rattle. Damage: Darcy baby throws it out of his pram, and eventually has his toy-chucking privileges taken away by Elizabeth after it gets dropped in something nasty. Small babies like to drop and throw stuff, which, I am assured, is a normal part of child development that works around concepts like figuring out how their hands/gravity work and engaging in trust exercises with their carers. Darcy toddler — Edward — and Darcy baby — Richard — are pretty deliberately named after Elizabeth’s decent, respectable Uncle Gardiner, and Darcy’s witty and sensible bestie/cousin Colonel Fitzwilliam, who got the standard fandom first name this time round. Darcy baby takes after his (wilful) mother. In canon, pre-fic, Elizabeth Bennet, country girl next door, does a fair bit of damage by failing to consider the consequences of her actions. Obviously, at this point, Darcy baby is...a baby...and a toy accidentally thrown into a pile of horse manure is not, say, a ruined housemaid or pile of gambling debts, but grown up Richard Darcy, wealthy and charming second son of a very important family, exists in potentia as the sort of problem young man that turns up over and over again in Austen (George Wickham, Tom Bertram, Henry Crawford etc). His parents, who are all too aware of what it means to let a man in that social position regard himself as untouchable, are making a point of teaching both their sons that their tiny baby actions have tiny baby consequences. Which leads to 6 and 7:

Item: A red ball. Damage: the ball, offered by Mary Crawford after Richard has had his rattle taken away, meets the same muddy fate. This whole scene was structured around Mary getting to say ‘boys will be boys.’ Mary Crawford is a perennial fave of mine, but I do have one problem with her, and that is her blaming Fanny for Henry’s part in ruining Maria’s life. Mary, who has just been asked not to encourage Richard throwing his toys, goes ahead and does just that. She’s been raised with Henry, and it shows — she sees nothing wrong with indulging privileged kids and encouraging thoughtless behaviour. Darcy baby here also serves as a stand-in for his adult namesake, Colonel Fitz, another second son, whom Elizabeth is considering attempting to throw together with Mary. Mary is playful, charming, and fascinating, but possibly not very reliable. And, of course, because the original sin metaphor is inescapable in western culture, the toy she offers in this show of defiance is red, round, and chewable.

Item: Elizabeth’s redingote. Damage: drooled upon by Darcy baby In keeping with the Elizabeth-as-Maria’s foil theme, Elizabeth suffers a (very minor) public disgrace, and her various female companions attempt to address it. Georgiana Darcy  suffers an acute case of fremdschamen, and immediately informs Elizabeth of the issue before attempting to fix it but becoming overwhelmed, Anne Wentworth actually does fix it quietly and without a lot of fuss, Julia Bertram is completely ineffectual, and Mary Crawford, after ignoring what was going on right in front of her eyes and letting things progress past where they should have been, tries to cover it up by using the gentleman culprit as a shield, and relying on him to do something he is absolutely not going to do, ie, sit still (Not suggesting that Darcy baby is at fault or malicious — he’s just the unfortunate teething stand-in for Mary’s complicity in adult!brat Henry’s bad behaviour).

[temporal-displacement-box]

Maple for the ask?

First ask, thank you! :)

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

Yeah, there’s a lot of things I would love to be able to do! Playing cello is one (I can play the violin) because I love the richness of its sound and how haunting it is. Sword fighting or fencing is another I really want to try at some point in my life because I think being Julie d’Aubingy for a day or four would be cool. I haven’t tried designing clothes yet, but I’m slowly working towards it as I learn more about sewing and whatnot. Doing animation or even little animatics would be cool.

Oh, and sky diving. My great-grandfather did this regularly into old age, and at one point held the world record for the oldest person to jump out of a plane (which has since been broken several times over). I wanna be that badass. My parents think I’m nuts.

[pittrarebooks]

Today is indigo day and as you may have noticed in our captions this week we really have no idea what indigo is. It continues to elude us so we’re just rolling with this copy of A Woman’s World Tour in a Motor, by Harriet White Fisher. Published by J.B. Lipencott in 1911, the book also features illustrations of the motor car traveling. Fisher White was the first woman to circle the globe in a Locomobile, a luxury automobile at the time.

[cedarboots]

changed my url! maybeindigo -> cedarboots

[lacnunga]

@sanguinarysanguinity thanks for the tag this was so fun!

I did all nonfiction bc I basically buy all my fiction books as digital stuff. Also, couldn't find one that took place in spring time specifically, so I substituted one that has ✨spring vibes✨

Book Scavenger Hunt

1. Book that starts with an S

The Subaltern, a chronicle of the Peninsular War, by George Robert Gleig

2. A book with birds on the cover

The Medieval Health Handbook, a discussion of the discovery and history of the Tacuinum Sanitati, by Luisa Arano

3. A book with flowers on the cover

Dark Archives, a librarian's investigation into the science and history of books bound in human skin, by Megan Rosenbloom

4. A book that takes place in spring time A book with spring vibes

The art of Annemieke Mein, wildlife artist in textiles

Tagging @chiropteracupola @fleur-de-paris and @maybeindigo and anyone else who wants to do it. I love to be nosy about people's books 💕

[subsequentibis]

thank you for the loan of your babbies!!

@kitydoodles @simplyirenic @fate-motif @maybeindigo @gigamuffin @steampunkq

[natdrinkstea]

First impression of you: Fellow Oh Hellos liker

Now: Fellow Oh Hellos liker who is a ray of sunshine and deserves an extremely fancy sword, and has good taste in podcasts

oh hellos enjoyers are the best people actually. and what did I do to deserve y'all 😭

[natdrinkstea]

taz balance for the ask!

*cracks knuckles*

blorbo: barry j bluejeans. my favoritest guy. he means so much to me he changed my outlook on life he's a gross old man in denim and I wish he was my dad.

scrunkly: so many of them.....angus? magnus? all of them are so squishable I go cuckoo for the whole cast

scrimblo bimblo: oh, maybe ren??? she's hot <3 or honestly even merle. I feel like outside of stolen century content he doesn't get as much love as taako and mag. I love him.

glup shitto: NO3113!!!!!!!!!!! god I love her sm I wanna cosplay human noelle redcheek so hard. robot wife.

poor little meow meow: LUCAS MILLER. I hate him and want him dead but also??????? gender envy???.

horse plinko: Magnus and or Lup/Taako. can recommend some rad hurt/comfort fics

eeby deeby: THE JUDGES FROM STOLEN CENTURY. REAL NIGHTMARES. FUCK THEM.

[natdrinkstea]

Comics and mulberry for the ask

idk what I'm on about either <3 but !!!!!!!!!!!! thank you indigo my buddy!!!!!

[wildwood-faun]

Lucy + The Moon for the ask?

Thank you!!

🌙 XVIII - The Moon : Fear, illusions, fantasies, delving into the imaginary, loss of direction.

When James disappears, she is angry, hurt. They have been helping one another cope with the aftermath of the war and while it hasn't been perfect (James silent, sullen, drinking too much, Lucy rattled by crowds and hard hit by the smallest of colds - both of them uneasy sleepers now), at least they've had one another.

It's not the first time he has disappeared without saying where he's going, but he always tells her that he's going. He's usually back within a matter of hours, a day at most, bringing money that he refuses to tell her how he's gotten. This time she wakes up at five thirty to find his bed cold and unslept in, with not even a note for her.

Even after she starts receiving letters from James it's hard to know what to believe. Are they even written by him? The contents are vague and strange, telling her mainly that he's well and he's sorry. He does not say when he'll be back. The letters are delivered by a peculiar person calling themselves Moss, who seems to know much but won't tell her anything.

When another stranger shows up, telling her Moss cannot be trusted and she has to act, it's almost a relief. It's clear that no matter what actually is going on, it's something big - and she will use any tool she is given to find out what's happened to her friend.

Tarot character asks

[natdrinkstea]

🍄?

Constellations or The Valley? absolutely no reasoning, these are just the vibes I get

[natdrinkstea]

Cary-mel and salmonella :)

M.... Ms. Frizzle energy?

[chiropteracupola]

You are the aubreyad mutual!

friend... this is genuinely so wonderful of you to say... thank you so much...

[natdrinkstea]

Nat you are my sword and sunflower mutual

this is quite literally the kindest thing I've ever heard /hj