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TCK Twilight City Part 17

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

“As long as they’re cooperative we shouldn’t have any problems,” he answered. He took a few steps towards her before stopping, feeling fidgety. He still couldn’t look her in the face. He just felt so useless, standing before her and he knew that it was because he was. She had done everything back there and he had been so rigid in saying that The Order was the only way to do things. “I fear that I must apologize for my actions. When we faced the Hunters I was not up to par, not as your partner on this mission nor as a knight.”

She watched him, putting an arm over her stomach as if she would be crossing them if she could. She said nothing and her mouth as unreadable.

“As your superior I should have been the one to put myself in danger, to protect you and to get us past the Hunters. I regret to realize that I was… I was terrified. There’s no pretending that I wasn’t. I could do nothing and all of my instincts were to run. I left too much of the fighting to you.”

He paused then, looking at her, hoping that she would say something, anything, reprimand him or lecture him or tell him that it would be best if they concluded their mission via separate routes because she would be faster and better off without him.

Instead, she said, coldly, “Are you done?”

He turned his attention to the ground. “I could keep going.”

She raised her good hand to stop him. “Don’t. You don’t need to prostrate yourself for this. We’re out on our own against monsters. You’re scared, so am I. It doesn’t matter how many times you train for this shit, when you actually have to deal with it its just so much more. And you did what you could, you fought just as hard as I did. Shit...” It was her turn to look away, to stare at the boarded up windows. “I just about ran off without you. I was scared and before The Order and duty and responsibility and shit that was the way things were. It was stay and fight and die or run away and maybe live. Cowardice was the only way. But we couldn’t have run from them and escaped, not on that bridge. And I wouldn’t have been able to do anything if you hadn’t broken that big guy’s jaw. So we’re both cowards and we’re both brave, and we both saved each other, yeah?”

He gave her what he could, a small smile. “Yes, I suppose we did. Thank you.”

She rolled her eyes.

The Crow Knight went to one of the racks where there was an assortment of scarves and bandannas. He chose a small assortment of them and returned to The Puffin Knight.

“I’m going to make you a sling, alright? You are going to need it for that shoulder,” he explained.

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i didnt realise ao3 was started in response to lj deleting account relating to p//edophi|ia and they explicitly support the posting of such works yikes

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someone straight : u can’t make all the characters queer !

me :

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Attention Management: How to Take Control and Live Intentionally

We live in an age of information, and it’s becoming even more difficult to be in control of our attention. Every second, it seems like there’s something new to be consumed, something new to pay attention to. Because of this, it’s important to take control of our attention and more intentional about how we spend our time, and we can do so by practicing attention management.

Keep reading below for a transcription + some other posts you might be interested in:

Energy Management

Flexible Time Blocking

The Mandatory Midday Break

A Small Guide to Journaling

Staying Focused while Studying

Hope this helps!

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WIP INTRODUCTION | KINDER

genre: dark fantasy

status: brainstorming & drafting

pov: third person limited

themes/tropes: coming of age • magic • mystery • the past • power and corruption • self discovery • steampunk • survival • tragedy

summary

Generations ago, humans were forced to flee into the caves below the ground that they once called home. There was much struggle to adapt, and without some kind of guidance, it would not have been possible for them to survive. But overtime, they managed to build a magnificent city where very few remember the life they once had above. And even fewer know of the atrocities that were committed inside the darkness of the caves in order to keep the peace and preserve the lives of all the citizens living within the underground city of Eldoris.

excerpt

Boots scraped against stone as Kinder ran up the stairs. The guards were in pursuit, but he had a good head start from them. Nayati could only do so much on her end to distract them from spotting him, but luckily there were only two stationed outside the entrance, otherwise this would not have been so easily done, thus far anyways. If he couldn’t manage to find something to slow the guards down at the top, he was surely going to get himself caught.

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me: *writing a smut scene, 2k in*

also me @ me: at some point you’re going to have to admit to the audience that genitals exist and are relevant to the discussion at hand

me: oh yeah

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Writing Theory: Character Description

Character Description can seem to be it all and end of all of being a writer. We are obsessed with getting the character's faces from our mind into the head of the reader. They have to know! They just have to! But how can we make it less clunky and more effortless. @tryingdesperatelytobeawriter

#1. Watch your Word Choice

Sometimes when a description seems forced it's the choice of words. Do your readers need to know that the character's eyes are like ceylon sapphires? Do they need to know your character has a pronounced cupid's bow lip? I honestly don't know how many times I have had to search a colour only to find out that the writer could have just said blue. Word choice can take your reader out of the universe really fast. There is nothing to stop you from using convaluted terms, of course. But be careful choosing your words or your reader might spend more time on Google trying to figure out what exactly is a Grecian Nose than actually reading your book.

#2 How much is too much?

Cutting down the basics gives your writers space to form their own image of what the characters look like. A reader really only needs to know: hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, height/weight. Almost everything else is added detail. The slimmer the description is, the more flow you and your readers have with it.

#3 Ask yourself: Does a character have to be described?

Personally, I think only characters who make an impact on the story or have to last more than a scene deserve to be described. Nobody needs to know that policeman #7 looks like or the colour of the waitress's hair. If you're planning on weighing your readers down with intricate description of everybody, they will get bored.

#4 Avoid Bullet Points

Your description does not need to sound like a list. There is no rhyme nor reason why your character should be described all at once. You're not checking points off a list. A character's eyes can be described at a different time to their skin tone. It doesn't have to come in a lump sum. Really for a more natural description, one should only describe the feature when it is in use.

#5 For the Love of All that is Holy don't let your Character describe themself in a mirror.

I hate this Trope because it is just the worst. It brings one completely out of the story, the reader most likely wondering why your character is stood for so long at a mirror.

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People really need to realise that “media can affect real life” doesn’t mean “this character does bad things so people will read that and start doing bad things” and actually means “ideas in fiction especially stereotypes about minority groups can affect how the reader views those groups, an authors implicit prejudices can be passed on to readers”

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i may not have a “brain” or an “ability to write well” but sometimes i type out a great metaphor and all

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She couldn’t die. After all, she was the only one left who remembered Jana Jelínková’s smile and Ludomir Kučera’s snoring. The only one to remember that Matyáš Veselý hated cheese and loved to listen to the birds sing in the morning. That Cecílie Gregorová had cried when her arthritis got so bad she could no longer pick up her knitting needles. That Martin Brož and Ambrož Macháček had been inseparable from the time they were children and that Irena Mikešová had stared in green envy. Her body had become a temple to the memory of Zadov. If she died, where did they go?

So she forced herself to get up and put food in her body. To look both ways before crossing the street. To stay away from tall buildings and dangerous men. She forced herself to live, no matter how clawing the emptiness inside her became, because they deserved to be remembered.

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Some authors: This is my OC, I have an encyclopedic knowledge of their backstory, personality and character arc. I know everything about them.

Me @ my OC: What was your last name again?

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can we please…get this idea out of your heads that because an artist posts their personal art on the internet that means it’s free to plagiarize it and do whatever you want with it. having your comics and personal work plagiarized is one of the most terrible things that can happen to an artist and it is so much more devastating than you think it is

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i feel like people have forgotten how to be a generous audience when they read/watch something. like sometimes you have to buy into some bullshit plot points or a deus ex machina or a few loopholes as the price of admission for an otherwise fun time. sometimes these things are just gears that get us to where the story really wants to be, and too many people get caught up in those gears. sometimes you gotta meet a story halfway.