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when comes the dawn |   Fenice vi Aetier, a ‘soulless’ princess and the estranged daughter of the emperor, ignites a dangerous succession game between her and her half-siblings, where losing means death and winning means an empire. But when the remnants of her father’s war rears its head, Fenice must ensure her victory — or else lose far more than just her head. a high fantasy court intrigue novel. [ tag | wip intro  | monthly updates ]

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mobydyke

ship of theseus except it's people joining and leaving the discord. is this anything

server of theseus

no one from the start of the server is left and the entire admin team has turned over at least three times, but all the channel names are still inside jokes that no one remaining was even present for the inception of

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Maddie’s 2024 Writing Progress week sixteen

↳AKA where I try to build good writing habits by challenging myself to write a minimum of 30 minutes a day

this week’s progress: 2,733 words written this week / overall draft word count is 42,728

Camp Nano Progress: 5,268/15,000 words

This week’s excerpt of When Comes the Dawn

Fenice nestled her hands on top of the table, smile as sweet as oleander honey. “Tell me Marius, what did Isandros offer you to poison me?” Marius spat out his tea, fist smacking his chest as he violently coughed. He recovered quickly, placing his palms flat on the table and bowing his head. “I do not know what kind of impression I gave you, your highness, but I implore you to believe that I had nothing to do with that heinous incident.” Fenice hummed, relishing the jolt of fear in the other’s eyes. “Really? So the vineyards in Esconti just naturally fell into your hands, did it? And that book you received a week ago, the one with the false panel that held a satchel of gold, that was merely a gift?” Leda bent down to refill Fenice’s cup. “A satchel of jewels, imperessa.” “Forgive me, a satchel of jewels. How careless of me to make that mistake. I did not mean to offend you.”
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so sad that people got sick of "doomed by the narrative" and decided it was cringe, because fate and free will in fiction has been a major interest of mine for like eight years, but alas so it goes. anything that gets popular is destined to become reviled in short order. it's like some sort of unstoppable, uncompassionate, avaricious cycle of rising and falling and rising again. like whatever happens, no matter the intentions, it will always result in the same tragic ending. you could almost say it was d

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when comes the dawn the principal actors

Fenice Eucleia Titaniae vi Aetier

"I cannot be a threat if I have no fangs to bite."

i. 20 years old. She/Her. Her Imperial Highness the Imperessa, Kaisarim of Isidore.

ii. A princess and the blight of her father's golden age. A girl that's been dead since the day she was born and yet still breathes. Even if the whole world wishes it so, she refuses to live in obscurity, refuses to die forgotten. Calculative and shrewd, she grasps at any opportunity for advancement that she can, clawing her way to power even if she must sacrifice pieces of herself to attain it.

iii. If the gods have seen it fit to let her live, then there must be a reason for it. And if there is not, then she will carve her destiny into the stars with her own hands.

Nikephoros Deominos

Nikephoros’s eyes burned with rage, teeth bared in a blood-stained smile. “No.”

i. 24 years old. He/Him. His Highness the Prince Consort, prince of Hesperia

ii. The once proud prince laid low. Rage runs through his veins like fire, tempered only by the desire to keep his younger sister safe. Charming, witty, and handsome when he isn't spilling vitriol from his mouth. Once upon a time he was a man certain of his place in the world, but now he must continuously spin himself a convoluted web of reasons to justify his ever shifting loyalties.

iii. All that he wants is to protect those who are precious to him.

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