#maybe tomorrow night i'll post some excerpts?

[goodluckclove]

I think the thing that stops me from writing is myself. I need to talk about my projects to stay interested but the second I tell anyone about my ideas, the interest is gone and my inner dialogue starts tearing my books apart. So then I end up in the plotting stage forever, or at chapter 3 with no clue how to progress and no interest to start. Doesn’t matter how long I work on the project for, it still happens. I end up in my own head about my projects and it sucks

Hi King. It's late Sunday night for me here in Portland - Wife has started what they call their "pre-sleep" ritual, which they claim is very useful for their specific type of ADHD wiring. I'll be handing off control of my blog to one of my novel's protagonists for the entirety of tomorrow (good luck, Edgar), but I've been thinking about your question since you sent it and I wanted to make a point to answer before dedicating my whole Monday to long-form roleplaying.

So people post about their projects online and it's cool. They talk about what they're working on, and sometimes they get loads of accolades and encouragement from well-meaning strangers online. It's very neat and it's very good, but at it's core it's not really something a writer needs at that stage. In fact, I think there's an argument towards saying that too much involvement in that culture can be actively toxic to a new writer's craft.

This may sound hypocritical coming from someone who's essentially liveblogging their quartet as they write it. But keep in mind that Migration Patterns is my fourteenth book. And in the fifteen years I've been writing I really wouldn't tell people about an idea until I was at least 10k words in. Maybe more. Maybe never. I have entire novels that no one in my life, not even my wife, know anything about.

It's fine. it's lonely and it's fine, and that's kind of the thing about our line of work in my thought.

An idea is a fragile thing. It's like an egg that needs to be supported on some kind of foundation to be displayed properly and safely, and for some people it takes a long time to build that foundation. I run a writing blog where I almost exclusively talk about writing and to writers, but in my Real Human Life I do not act like that.

I think I have two close people in my life that I bounce ideas off of the most - my wife and my best friend - and that's only because they're most likely to be nearby while I'm actively writing. It's helpful to talk out ideas. But what are you looking for when you talk about your ideas? Because people can't praise or critique what you write in any meaningful way until you actually write it, which I could see leading to frustration and ultimately losing interest in the work.

Here are some of the things I say when I talk about my writing:

"Hey give me a name for a person/place/thing."

"How do you think I could get out of [insert plot point here]?"

And that's pretty much it.

A writing blog does help if you don't post expecting feedback. I will screenshot excerpts I'm very proud of and post it with some commentary, something I've never had the courage to do until now, and it feels good just to hang in on the proverbial fridge. Most people just like it and move on, because they don't have the full context of the situation. But just seeing someone liked it is cool.

Ultimately though, if my entire audience despawned right now - well, I'd have some grander existential issues to worry about. But I'd still write. I'd talk about my writing to myself and to my characters. I'd go back to imagining what I'd say in interviews that'll likely never happen. All of that is fun and free and cops hate it.

Maybe the interest leaves when you talk to other people about your projects because they can't see it the way you can. That's not their fault, and it's not your fault. It certainly doesn't mean it's a bad idea. Overall, as much as I enjoy the sense of community here on Writeblr, we should definitely acknowledge the point in which it actually works against us and our craft.

Once you write enough of a project, assuming you've developed a productive work strategy, you will discover motivations to be interested. You are a perpetual motion machine of artistic development and no one else will build a track for you to follow that makes more sense than your own.

Hope that helps, friend.

#writeblr #writing community #on writing #authors of tumblr #writing #actually writing #writing asks

[lightsonparkave]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIGHTS ON PARK AVE! WE’RE OFFICIALLY FOUR YEARS OLD TODAY. Join the celebrations by submitting a work! There’s a little less than a week and a half left until Round 48 closes on August 31, and you have 143 prompts to choose from. There are no minimum work requirements or limit to how many works you can submit.

Not sure you can finish your work in time? Little messages are great presents too. What has the past year of Lights on Park Ave been like for you? Do you have a favorite prompt or round? A favorite LoPA work? Want to make a rec list of your favorites or wax poetic and show some love for a specific work and/or creator? Go for it. Let the Steve/Tony community know! The LoPA askbox is open or if you want to make your own Tumblr post or tweet, you can mention @lightsonparkave​ or tag #lightsonparkave. Whatever method you choose, I’ll make sure to share your message/post on here and Twitter.

Or maybe you’re not up to making anything this time. In that case, let’s take a walk down memory lane. Here are all 15 Lights on Park Ave works for previous rounds this past year.

EDIT

.616

"Now and Forever" - MissionCritical

MCU

Steve finding Tony after losing everything, losing Tony, and then finding his way back to Tony, where he belongs - Steviecpt (on Tumblr)​

Ultimates

“Make Such Fools of Ourselves” - @ralsbecket (see a sneak peek on Tumblr) The one where Tony reminisces on the journey he took with Steve, from professional colleagues to intimate lovers.

FIC

.616

“Puppet Master” - @nostalgicatsea Time flies when you're having fun or so the saying goes, but Tony can't say that he's enjoying himself if he can't remember any of it, even if the way that Steve looks at him now is everything he's dreamed of for years.

616/MCU

“forfeit your fate and watch it pay” - XtaticPearl/@suitofhumour The Civil War seems to be building even though it isn't a war yet but he's starting to believe that Steve won't back down if it came down to it. It's been a long week of longer days and Tony just wants to ignore all the red alerts for one day. Tomorrow he could go back to fighting his friends again. Fittingly, he gets a multiverse hopping Steve dropping into his home in the middle of the night.

AU

Electric Touch - @iam93percentstardust All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever In the heat of your electric touch ~ But with Tony… He looks at him, and he wonders if Tony can bring him back to life. Every lingering touch, every smoldering glance, every knowing smirk makes Steve feel like he’s been lit up inside and they’ve haven’t even kissed. And he’s still scared, but he’s hoping—he’s hoping—that this story has a happy ending.

“Severed Ties” - @ayapandagirl/fluffypanda Severance AU, Cap says goodbye to Iron Man

"Severed Ties" continuation - @ayapandagirl/fluffypanda Severance AU, Cap and Iron Man don’t kiss

“start all over again” - @areiton He’s always wanted to see, what the warm water shoals were like.

“the closest to heaven that i'll ever be” - @tinystark616 Steve is an angel whose job is to take care of the people in New York and take their souls to Heaven when they die. After Maria Stark dies and begs him to please take care of her son, Steve decides it couldn't hurt to keep an eye on Tony. What Steve's not expecting is how easy and inevitable it is to fall in love with him.

MCU

An excerpt from a 1970 Steve/Tony Endgame @marveltrumpshate fic - @nostalgicatsea Most of his life, he had been busy looking over his shoulder or at the horizon. 

“give your heart to no one” - @areiton (also on Tumblr) He wakes up and finds out he’s lost everything.

“Hit and Run” - @nostalgicatsea Here they both were, Steve careening forward, the brakes useless and broken, Tony in the middle of the road. A collision years in the making.

“The End” - @tinystark616 It all started when Steve Rogers fell in love with Tony Stark.

“Together” - @tinystark616 Carol has rescued Tony from space, and now he has to confront his feelings for Steve while processing the trauma of losing the fight to Thanos. Tony realizes that the Steve that came back to him isn't the same Steve he used to know, but that he has changed as well..

#lightsonparkave #stevetony #steve/tony #stony #superhusbands #announcement

[accio-victuuri]

As if all the content from ZZ and Web from today is not enough, here comes LRLG @ Rumor House to feed us. 🌙🥮

I did not provide full translations because i’m not allowed to but these are excerpts from the interesting ones + commentary. people were hoping they would post on 9/5, but there were disasters ( earthquake ) going on at the time so we all understood that they were not gonna share. out of respect for what was going on. anyway, let’s look at this fanfic.

“It will be fine after the rain”

"Is it raining tomorrow, look?"

"Send it, don't send it to me"

"Brother X will watch it, I will watch it myself"

"Then look at it now"

"I don't see the weather interface, it seems that there are still meteors"

"It's partly cloudy and there are stars, maybe it's cloudy, I don't know.

"Come back soon, I have to go to work in a few minutes"

"No need to wear your own clothes"

It starts with a full block of little green ( yibo ) talking on the phone. Random sentences that are out of context and overheard. HAHAHAHA! I love how they talk about the weather ~ and no need to wear your own clothes? Ah sure. because these two can totally share 🤍 A BXG said there was a meteor shower the night of Qixi Festival so it might be what Bobo was talking about.

"You're not working tonight, I should get off early"

"I'm a little tired, I'll finish watching the documentary tonight.”

Another block of text by WYB. I wonder what documentary they are both watching! They are so cute!

There is also a part where one Web’s staff tells him “Mr. Xiao doesn’t think you’re rude..” pertaining to when Web tells people what they did wrong. I love this. Because Web is often mistaken to be arrogant/rude when he’s really just straightforward. ZZ understands this. 🤍

After that is like paragraphs of WYB talking to a co-worker or someone and saying goodbye. Telling them to not drink. Also him sharing that he didn’t sleep well. Another proof that whoever this is, should be someone in close contact with Bobo. Most of the past contributions, had lots of interactions that involve Yibo and other people. back in the day, even people from DDU.

👧 : someone picked up today

🔴"Run errands, deliver to your door with 0 errand fees"

🟢"You said you delivered today"

🔴"This is not for you (...) “

🟢"Why don't you sit down?"

🔴"I'm not going to give you”

🟢"Oh it was really hard work"

I LOVE THIS! to have Xiao Zhan do errands for you and deliver stuff? Wow. Only Wang Yibo! And look at ZZ acting all “mad” and Yibo coaxing 😂😂😂 I see there was no change from their 2018 love language of bickering. ✌🏼

After that, WYB is talking to someone and asking them to take GG to eat. That person said they made an appointment already and that made WYB happy. He really spoils GG when it comes to food. I love the idea of him doing these things for GG even if they are not together.

🔴 "Why do you have to change your clothes to eat?"

🟢 “No. I'm wearing the same clothes as you"

👧: Be sure to eat together before your next mission.

I can’t figure this part out, if they were together or eating while doing a video call. There seems to be a mission of them going out — because GG said “going on a mission”. And them wearing the same clothes when in public together! That’s some ninja moves right there! Even fans get confused with them so wearing the same thing is a good cover. so maybe there were physically together. These rumors can get confusing 🙃

There is also a line here where WYB said it's been a long time since the two of them have eaten together. Like it means it's been a long time since it was just two people in the morning. 🥺

See the moon? Full moon, full of love.

This is the last line and it’s so cheesy! HAHAHAHA! I can imagine Yibo saying it tho and GG being charmed af. 🤣

That’s all folks! I will update and link the full english translation once it’s available.

( adding this art from mugui-laoshi’s recent bobi-zhanbi comic! )

#yizhan #bjyx #all of this is cpn #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #I THINK TODAY IS WHEN I POSTED THE MOST STUFF LOL

[pertinax--loculos]

So, I accidentally re-read Absent That Night yesterday (which is a whole post unto itself, which I'll probably get around to tomorrow), but I thought in honour of its almost-Second-Birthday, I'd pick some choice lines to share. ^_^

This, obviously, continues under the cut, because dude, it got long. Ten excerpts of varying length, for your perusal. ^_^

1.

Latrell managed one final, almost-genuine smile before he turned away. It evaporated almost immediately, his mind racing ahead, the day stretching out in front of him, formless, pointless. He was going to have to think of something to take up his time. Something that hopefully wouldn’t frustrate him as much as most of this morning had. He’d think of something. He just had to be careful he didn’t end up at a bar. [scene break] Latrell ended up at a bar.

2.

"So here's a fun question," Latrell said, leaning back in his chair. Albie looked up at him from where she was comparing two photos on the desk beside her monitor. Her expression was wary. Latrell tapped his pen rapidly against the edge of the desk. "Why didn't [Nox] carve his signature into her?" Albie pulled a face. "Seriously?" "Yeah, seriously." Latrell sat forward again, holding her gaze. "How much is that book worth? Nearly a million? But who could put a price on a human life? Isn't that the most valuable thing in that room?"

3.

Latrell was two and a half blocks from the relative comfort of Ronan’s apartment when a car screeched to a halt at the curb in front of him and Eliza Laurie toppled out. He almost resisted the urge to groan, and then didn’t bother. Laurie’s grin amped up the wattage by about a thousand percent when she heard it. “Agent Latrell,” she called as she click-clacked up the sidewalk to him. “Spare a moment?” Her lipstick today was the colour of arterial blood. Latrell tried to keep walking, but that only allowed her to invade his personal space that much quicker.

4.

What was decidedly not normal was the huge whitewashed domes rising out of the earth directly ahead of the car. There were five of them, varying in size; the smallest maybe twenty feet across, the largest easily more than fifty. They rose out of the ground like humps, three or so feet high at their apex, their edges invisible beyond the scraggly grass and detritus that had collected around them. The bitumen upon which the car was parked extended all the way to the domes, part of the same infrastructure, and Latrell had the insane impression that they were literally stopped in a long-dead parking lot. He was still blinking. It still wasn't helping. "It's an aquarium," Nox said, inexplicably.

5. [deleted scene]

“You good, sunshine?” Nox said, stepping around Latrell to get to the kettle. Latrell really needed to nip that fucking nickname in the bud. He said, “Yeah. Just thinking. Going over what we know.” Nox arched an eyebrow, though his gaze stayed fixed on the water he poured into his mug. His voice lifted a little, carrying to the rest of the room. “You can share with the class, y’know. We don’t bite.” “I do,” Gault called. Nox rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the quirk at the corner of his mouth. “Well, Mark does. But only in certain contexts.”

6.

“What about your Phone Friends?” Latrell managed to keep the wry twist to a minimum. Nox waved a hand. Broad and expansive, far less carefully controlled than usual. Said, "I am unconvinced of the malleability of the people who live in my phone." "How charmingly enigmatic." Latrell didn't bother to modulate the wryness this time. "I am. I also have a proposal." "Ominous." "Look at you, hitting all my major personality traits!" Even in profile, Latrell could see the crinkle at the corner of his mouth, the parting of his lips, the fine lines fanning from his eyes. Nox took a long swallow from his coffee, continued, "We need more people."

7.

“There’s something else I have to tell you.” Albie shot him a quick glance. “Oh?” Latrell pulled his glasses off, pinched a forefinger and thumb across his eyes. “It’s… complicated, alright? And I’ll go into more detail when we get there. Just figured I shouldn’t spring it on you right after you’ve just met our favourite felon.” “Your favourite felon, maybe,” Albie said. The teasing note didn’t quite conceal the apprehension, the disapproval apparent in the downturn of her mouth. She compensated by adding, “I’m yet to form an opinion.”

8.

He didn’t hesitate when he reached the glowing green exit sign. Pushed out the door and emerged into the night. It was cooler still out here. Brighter, too, the moon nearly full, hovering just above the tips of the buildings. The emergency exit opened onto a square of bitumen, bordered on all sides by buildings with their backs turned. Nobody wanted a view of a spit of blacktop. Alleys cut paths between them, leading to… places. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. Nox leant against Ralph’s hood, ankles crossed. He flipped the keys once around his finger as Latrell let the door fall shut behind him. “Where to, sunshine?” he said, voice low, just loud enough to carry across the distance between them.

9.

“Oh no no no, this will not do at all! This is awful! Do you people not have charters against this sort of thing? This is simply inhumane!” Latrell blinked rapidly. His glasses were askew, almost as much as his body, crumpled on the cold hard cot. His limbs screamed as he straightened them, which did nothing for his too-fast breathing or the too-hard slam of his pulse, but at least served to bring him more firmly into the present, into the real and the now. He removed his glasses, wiped savagely at his eyes, replaced them. Surveyed the room in front of him with more mental acuity than the first pass. Wondered if he was still dreaming. Cassandra Nightingale stood in the centre of the room, her back to him. She towered over whoever she was facing, but then she towered over everyone. Filled every space she entered, wall to wall and floor to ceiling, regardless of their relative size. Her dress was different to the one she’d worn at the fundraiser, though would have fit in just as well; layers upon layers of different peach materials, lace and silk and something decidedly poofy, terminating at her ankles in order to show off her terrifyingly high stiletto heels. She shook a finger in the face of whoever she was talking to. Even with her back turned, Latrell had seen the gesture enough to place it. “This is unacceptable! Can you people not see that? Is this some form of passive torture you are trying to inflict upon innocent people? Do I need to remind you that the foundation of our justice system is innocent until proven guilty?”

10.

The thick heavy ball broke free, rising up Latrell’s throat even as he tried to grab it and swallow it back down. [Redacted]’s laugh followed the strangled choked broken sob into the echoing stillness of the room. “Naw, don’t be like that.” [Their] voice was cutting, mocking, coming from every corner and every flat surface of the space. Latrell realised his eyes were still shut. Reluctantly pried them open. For what good it would do him. If [Redaced] didn’t want him to, he’d never see the final blow coming. “What do you say, Latrell? Should we explore more of this old aquarium? I’ll give you a sixty second headstart if you wanna make a run for it.” Beat. A laugh, loud, malicious. “Don’t think you’ll get very far with that amount of time, though. Not on that knee. Let’s say two minutes. What do you think?” “I think,” said a second voice from nowhere and everywhere, “That you talk too fucking much.”

#pockets muses IRL #WIP: ATN #sidenote: weirdly i feel like re-RED needs a hyphen #while reREED doesn't #so that's an interesting discovery #but anyway #LOOK AT MY BOYS #i'll get more into this tomorrow i hope but dude #i'm hoping to spend a month or so with them #and it's making me feel things #i love them sm 😍

[smallblueandloud]

FIRST DRAFT COMPLETED!!! i might actually? finish the fic before 2020?

several comments:

out of the six doctor who fics i’ve published, two of them feature my feelings about the year that never was. that fraction is going to get higher.

gratuitous 50th anniversary references for the win!

random bad wolf bay reference because i CAN

i’ve written clara, amy, rory, martha, mickey, yaz, ryan, graham, and rose. i think literally the only ones i’m missing are my favorites, jack and donna?

i think my next doctor who fic (once i finish this one) is gonna have to be about donna

again, I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL HAVING FEELINGS ABOUT THE YEAR THAT NEVER WAS

murray gold is, as previously established, a GENIUS

#sb and l rambles #sb and l is writing #the 11rose god complex rewrite #dw ideas #eleven x rose #doctor who #the year that never was #why?? am i so emotional?? #why do i feel the need to mention rose helping martha out SO FREQUENTLY?? #also i think i'm building my own continuity here lol. rose is a p&p stan confirmed #yeah so!! i'm so psyched!! #my back is also KILLING me so i am going to bed #maybe tomorrow night i'll post some excerpts? #don't get excited about a fic publishing anytime soon tho #i still have to completely rewrite the story from the first draft i HAVE #hopefully it should be easier but like... still #fic: in blackwater woods

[vellichor-virgo]

manuscript search xli

i'm on a roll! here's another word search from @solipsism-lemonade ! my words are insane, mistake, fair, and beautiful.

the first three excerpts are from night's daughter, and the last one is from my little magic gang project circle of hurt (which i should really work on bc i desperately want to post it on here)

insane:

For a moment, I toy with the idea of telling [Maia] the necklace’s true history. My true history. The reason why it’s so dear to me. How would she react, I wonder?

Not well, and you know it, my mind hisses. She’ll think you’re a liar, or worse, insane. This fragile little friendship will be over before it can even begin.

mistake:

I take in the room with a growing sense of disbelief. There must be some kind of mistake. This can’t be where I am to stay. This is not the sort of room you give to a commoner.

I glance over at the maid. “Are you sure… I mean, is this really my room?”

The young woman nods, her expression placid. “It is, miss. His Highness Prince Aedan ordered that it be prepared for you.”

Well, I suppose I cannot argue with that.

fair (Celena’s “did my crush try to poison me last night/oh god she ordered me to meet her tomorrow is she going to do it again” crisis continues)

“Are you alright?” Concern fills Maia’s voice. “You look a little pale. If you’re worried about the Ashstones—”

“I’m not,” I lie quickly, trying to pull a neutral look over my face. “It’s just a little spooky, the idea of them cooking up potions. Does Lord Lorcas intend for Iliana to run the business after him?”

“I wouldn’t think so, considering he intends for Iliana to focus all her attention on becoming queen. And on being queen, once she gets the throne. But I’ve no doubt she’s had a fair amount of training in cooking up potions, as you put it.”

Excellent. Maybe she’s whipped up a brew of her very own to force down my throat tomorrow. I am looking less and less forward to this meeting with every passing moment.

beautiful:

“Sick of the party already?” [Adreanna] asked him, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. Nik’s gaze flickered to her mouth, lush and inviting, its gloss shimmering in the shadowy light. As nervous as she made him, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find her alluring, too. She was beautiful in the same way Caelan was—otherworldly and untouchable, a reminder of everything Nik had ever wanted. She was just another thing he could never have, another thing to stoke that jealous flame behind his ribs higher.

But here she was, now. Just within reach.

i'll tag @cream-and-tea @josephinegerardywriter @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @ambsthom and @corishadowfang + open tag!

new words: jealous, pale, disbelief, and hiss

#celena: gosh iliana is so scary i cant believe i have to go meet her tomorrow #everyone reading: you know you don't have to go- #celena: no im gonna #also i love writing nik & drea's relationship so much #their dynamic is so complex and interesting #tag games #manuscript search tag #my writing #night's daughter: excerpt #ch: celena #ch: iliana #magic gang #ch: nik #ch: adreanna #friendship: nik x adreanna #i guess we're going w friendship for now?? #they're not romantically involved #(even tho they make out after that excerpt ssh) #but they're like. not exactly friends either #it's a weird vibe #circle of hurt

[succubusphan]

LOCKDOWN LADS

Excerpt: Overwhelmed by the stress of months upon months of being locked at home without a chance to go out other than to get some groceries or the occasional walk, Phil decided that enough was enough. Once a week, after his home office hours, he would log into his new favourite app, Stereo and just start a livestream with a random person. Rating: G

Tags: Non youtuber au, sort of fluff, references, meet-cute, streaming together, strangers to lovers.

Word Count: 689

A/n: This is part of my project 100 fics: I'm posting 7 fics before April 22nd so that my OSPBB fic can be my 100th story posted. I don't have them written so this could fail but I'm pretty set on it, so I hope to do it. PS: I wrote in an hour and a half so I'm sure there are mistakes but I'll catch them later. This is fic 99 so tomorrow expect my most dedicated work to date around 12.30 pm EST. (My interview is going up a few hours later on the @oldschoolpbb blog.)

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Overwhelmed by the stress of months upon months of being locked at home without a chance to go out other than to get some groceries or the occasional walk, Phil decided that enough was enough. If he was going to survive this situation, he was going to have to improvise.

Once a week, after his home office hours, he would log into his new favourite app, Stereo and just start a livestream with a random person. It started as just a way to reach out into the void, like a message in a bottle sent from his deserted island, hoping that someone would answer back, but eventually, he started to get some attention in the rankings which made it fun.

After a few weeks, people started sending him audio messages and opening new topics of conversation, but the broadcast was always with whoever managed to call him at 9 pm sharp.

A fateful June evening he joined the broadcast a guy named Daniel was inviting him to and everything changed. Phil pulled a card from his pile before picking up, his eyebrows shot up when he saw the knight of wands. “Hello? Who do we have here?”

“Hi, I’m Daniel Howell.”

“Hi Daniel, I’m Phil here, aka the Lockdown Lad,” he giggled. “How’s your night going?”

“Uh, well, it’s my birthday and I decided to call a stranger to do a broadcast, so you tell me.”

“Sounds like you made the right choice on how to start a new year. Happy birthday by the way. Do you have cake?”

“No, I was too sad to get one for myself, I thought it was pathetic.”

“You are from the Uk, right? I could send you some.”

“I’m from London but I don’t know how safe I would feel giving my home address to a stranger.”

“I’m in London too! Well, if you change your mind my Twitter handle is @Amazingphil. So… tell me something about yourself.”

“I am a published author. I published my first book three weeks ago.”

“Wow - I was not expecting that. Do you want to tell our small audience of thirty people about your book?”

“It’s a mental health guide. I speak about my personal experiences and my struggles in what I expect it’s a funny way, hoping that people can relate to some of that and maybe find some sort of comfort and use the advice I put there on what helped me. I co-wrote it with a therapist, by the way; or to be more precise, I wrote it and she checked that I wasn’t giving bad advice.”

“That’s very smart and responsible on your part. It sounds like a great book, I’d like to read it. What’s the name?”

“You will get through this night. I also made it into an audiobook, if you are that kind of a guy.”

“Fancy. I feel like I would enjoy your voice talking to me for many hours, Daniel.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Daniel snorted.

“Hey Daniel, I like your avatar’s rainbow halo.”

“I like your rainbow sunglasses, Phil.”

There was a moment of silence and Phil smiled to himself. Recognition in the other some people called it. “Would you be interested in being my lockdown streaming pal again tomorrow? I’ve followed you on Twitter.”

“Yeah, why not? Can I be a lockdown lad too?”

“Lockdown lads it is. Alright, guys, I’m going to order myself a pizza. See you tomorrow for our Lockdown Lads stream at 9 pm London time. Have a good one, and happy birthday Daniel, I hope you end your night on a high.”

Daniel laughed softly, airily. “Yeah, I think I will. I just sent you my address so you can send me cake.”

“Thank you, I’ll send you some gayke right away.”

Sometimes it’s a matter of reaching out in the dark, sometimes someone extends their hand to you too, searching, yearning and your hands come together, pulling each other towards the light. Who knows, six months down the line you might be moving into a bigger apartment with them, thinking of a future together for decades to come.

#phanfiction #phanfic #succubusphan fics #project 100

[theinnernerd]

I got a Twitter and kinda ditched tumblr... :( this is my attempt to change that.

This is Altean Lance from a scene in my fic The Shadow of a Prince ✨🤗✨

I’ll post an excerpt below because I CAN!!!! OmG I MISSSD the tumblr platform. I’m so FREE! I can write HOWEVER MUCH I WANT about this post.

Maybe it’s nostalgia but tumblr>>>>>Twitter. And that’s on that.

It was in the dead of the night when an alarm on Keithek’s suit started beeping.

He had been trying to doze off, not feeling like readying himself for bed, but feeling sleepy enough that if he sat down and rested his eyes for a bit, he could get a decent few minutes of sleep that would sustain him for the day tomorrow. But the beeping pulled him out of the sleepy haze he had managed to sink under in an instant and he was suddenly wide awake again.

Keithek sighed. Lance had left his room.

Standing, he went to go find him. Rounding a few quick corners before he finally got to him, the boy still seeming to glow under the low light of the hall as he walked quietly down the hall.

Keithek sighed again, shaking his head, annoyed. Did the prince really think he was being sly? He knew that this was something his sister had decreed would be strictly forbidden until the threat was neutralized. Clearly, the prince still didn’t care.

He walked up behind him silently and as soon as he was within a foot of him he cleared his throat and tried not to take pleasure in the way the prince squawked with surprise and shot his gaze over to him. As soon as his blue eyes landed on Keithek’s, they instantly narrowed with anger. He let out an annoyed humph and groaned, thrusting his hands into his already tousled hair as he turned back around, clearly annoyed.

He was devoid of any jewelry or other adornments. He wasn't even wearing his crown. Seeing him without his usual get up was... strange. More strange than he thought it would be. The blue marks beneath his eyes were almost more apparent without the usual amount of decoration, and his natural features, in Keithek's opinion, were enhanced.

“I don’t think I need to explain to you that you should be in your room right now your highnesses. You aren’t safe to walk the halls alone at night.”

“How the hell are you even- you’re- it’s literally the ass crack of dawn and you’re in full quiznacking uniform?! Do you sleep? What the hell?”

The questions felt directed more to himself than they were to Keithek or anyone else. He muttered them unhappily, glaring at Keithek with almost as much distaste as the queen herself. Keithek pretended he didn’t notice the similarities in their unhappy facial expressions from the shape of their pointed faces to the curved narrow slits of their eyes. He ignored the feeling of slight discomfort he felt when seeing the queens face resembled so clearly in the princes annoyed and exasperated face.

“I’m alerted whenever you leave your room. It’s my job to be ready to stop you from making stupid decisions.”

It seemed that both the prince and himself were a bit surprised at the forward ness of that comment and the slight lack of professionalism that Keithek had let slip.

The prince brushed it off though and turned around, ignoring him as he pushed forwards where he had been going down the hall. The glare that Keithek received from him when he had stepped in front of him and stopped him from moving forward was vicious.

“Move.” He said shortly. Staring Keithek down, using their slight difference in hight to his advantage.

“You know I can not do that your highness. Keithek replied tiredly.

Lance groaned sliding his hands down his face in demonstration of his irritability. “What's your fucking problem, man?! Can't you just let me go for a walk around my castle at night if I want?”

“No.” Keithek said. “It's still dangerous.”

The prince looked visibly exhausted, running his hands through his hair and sighing. “Fine. You know what? Fine! Asshole! God! My life is the most pathetic…” He kept mumbling as he turned on his heel and began walking down the hallway again to go back to his room, getting far enough away after a while that Keithek couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore, and suddenly Keithek felt guilty.

He could sympathize, in some ways, with the prince, even if what he was doing was irresponsible and they both knew it. He wanted to be left to his own devices. He wanted to live his life. Having someone like Keithek on his back had to be frustrating. So for whatever reason, he took pity on him and blurred out something he really hadn’t expected he would actually say.

“I can accompany you however.” Keithek said to Lance’s back quickly. If you would like.

Lance halted in his steps, pausing a bit before turning back, giving him a skeptical look.

“Technically I am instructed to keep you in your room, but…” Keithek hesitated. He wanted to earn Lance’s trust. To show him that he was on his side, and that he trusted him too. He chose then to drop formalities, letting his spine relax a bit, offering Lance a look of solace.

“Look, I get it.” He said. “Sometimes You need a distraction, and trying to sleep just doesn't work. My job is to keep you safe, and I'll do that. But Nobody has to know about my breaking minor rules if it helps you relax…”

Lance just stared at him seeming as though he didn't believe his words. His eyebrows furrowed, but he turned around.

“Ok....” he said, drawing out the word. “Then I'm going to the kitchens.” He began walking forwards again and Keithek quietly trailed behind him.

Lance stretched, rolling his shoulders and yawning as they reached the entrance. He walked languidly to the counter and began collecting an assortment of food on his plate. Keithek stood at attention by the door, watching him. He filled a glass with some liquid Keithek couldn't name, and took a seat at the table, draping himself over the edge, one arm propping him up.

He was about to lift the glass to his lips when he looked up at Keithek, like he was only just realizing that he hadn't sat down with him.

Lance drew his eyebrows together and gave him a slightly irritated look of confusion.

“What, you're not allowed to sit either?” He asked sarcastically, gesturing to the seat across from him like it was ridiculous that he wasn't already there, his face twisted in annoyance.

“No, I'm allowed but for your safe-“ Keithek began but Lance cut him off, rolling his eyes.

“Oh my god, Just fucking sit down.” He said.

Keithek bristled in surprise but obeyed the prince, walking tentatively to the seat across from him, Lance’s eyes following him as he chewed, seeming to inspect him, looking him up and down.

When Keithek sat, Lance looked back at his plate, chewing and looking to be deep in thought. A long quiet ensued as Lance ate before he spoke up.

“How old are you.” Lance asked unprecedentedly, still watching the food he was pushing around.

Keithek was taken back by his question but answered after a moment of hesitation. “Twenty four,” he responded.

The prince quirked an eyebrow. “Geez, your pretty young to have such a giant stick up your ass.”

For perhaps the umpteenth time that night, Keithek didn't know how to respond to one of the princes unexpected comments.

“Do you ever, like, not take things so seriously?” He asked. Meeting his eyes.

Keithek's heart skipped, without permission when their eyes met, shocked at just how strikingly blue they were under the dim glow of the kitchens lights.

The prince was presenting himself to Keithek in ways that he had never seen him. Away from nobles, citizens of Altea, and even his sister, Lance was incredibly more casual. Almost like how he had been with the big Altean with yellow markings. Just less… friendly. He had a snarky sarcastic sense about him that Keithek hadn't assumed of him when they first met. Rather he seemed to be the professional, stubborn, hard ass that he was accusing Keithek of being now. Why he was choosing to show this side of himself to Keithek of all people, he didn't know.

When he didn't respond, Lance continued. Taking another sip from his glass. “Look. He said. I don't like being smothered, and I don't like unnecessary tension. But if my sister is going to sick you on to me for the rest of time I'd rather get over all these stupid formalities, and tell you that you are the last thing I want in my life right now.”

He paused, allowing himself to chew and swallow his food.

“But, he continued,” I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get out of this, so if you start treating me like a person rather than a fragile little flower, and loosen up a bit, we'll get along fine. Let me live my life and if there's ever someone going to stab me in the back, then you can stop them. But I'm not going to tolerate coddling and whatever other shit rules Allura gave you on how to treat me, got that?”

With his words, Keithek finally felt that he was starting to understand the prince. At least in some ways. What he was asking for was respectable, and Keithek was willing to give him that, as long as he knew that he was going to be with him at all times, like Allura had instructed him to be.

The prince was becoming more real with every interaction they had. Here, in this room, watching him slump over the table and eat his food with the most unamused face Keithek thought he had the ability to make, without his royal attire and glittering adornments, he looked normal.

Keithek nodded. “Yeah. He replied. I get it.”

“Great.” The prince said unenthusiastically, before he lifted himself back up, downing the last of his drink and then walked to put away his dishes. Keithek pushed away the mild surprise he felt upon witnessing an Altean royal wash his own dishes, his hands soapy as he scrubbed the surface of the plate before rinsing it off with water.

When the prince grabbed the entire bottle of the drink he had been sipping on earlier, Keithek looked curiously at him and asked, “what is that stuff.”

The prince frowned, looking down at the bottle. “If it’s any good?” He said, “It will help me forget that we ever had this conversation.” And with that, he took a big swig, right from the bottle, meeting Keithek’s eyes in a deadpan stare before he turned and walked out the doors. Keithek followed him silently back to Lance’s room, watching as he wordlessly scanned his hand to open the doors and walk inside, leaving Keithek in the hallway without another word.

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