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Sunday Snippet
Dec. 1st, 2019 08:15 amOne Guardian Twitter find:
"I Wish to Lie to Get Out of Trouble But I Can't Lie to Someone This Hot" Scroll up to start at the top of the thread tho.
And one Untamed Tumblr find:
Someone read and wrote down all those Lan Clan rules.
I'm waaaay too many words into the fic currently titled Voyeur (working title but I kinda dig it). Exposition! Exposition as far as the eye can see /o\ I mean, it's a tricky thing to avoid in a story that contains only one person and no dialogue, but 2k words of it? Ha ha ha ha ha NO. I'll be culling that, but here's a paragraph that'll probably stay:
Caught in the too-familiar conflict between his desires and his duties, he groaned into the empty apartment. He was so tired of fighting—fighting to conceal his identity, fighting his own people, fighting his desires. He stepped back toward the bed and flexed his hands, knowing what he was going to do, regardless of ethics or morality. It was wrong, it was a violation—a betrayal of trust. But too many years, too many instances of denial, too much loneliness and loss made him weak. Kneeling on the mattress, he reached for the pillow in the middle of bed, sunk his hands into it, and greedily pulled the memories into his mind.
While I was cleaning art space this weekend, I found transcriptions of the magnetic poetry I wrote on my fridge in the beloved old apartment (the one I used as a base for Ghost Story). Twenty-something me was not all that much different from nearly-fifty me for rolling around in The Feels. I might post those tomorrow.
"I Wish to Lie to Get Out of Trouble But I Can't Lie to Someone This Hot" Scroll up to start at the top of the thread tho.
And one Untamed Tumblr find:
Someone read and wrote down all those Lan Clan rules.
I'm waaaay too many words into the fic currently titled Voyeur (working title but I kinda dig it). Exposition! Exposition as far as the eye can see /o\ I mean, it's a tricky thing to avoid in a story that contains only one person and no dialogue, but 2k words of it? Ha ha ha ha ha NO. I'll be culling that, but here's a paragraph that'll probably stay:
Caught in the too-familiar conflict between his desires and his duties, he groaned into the empty apartment. He was so tired of fighting—fighting to conceal his identity, fighting his own people, fighting his desires. He stepped back toward the bed and flexed his hands, knowing what he was going to do, regardless of ethics or morality. It was wrong, it was a violation—a betrayal of trust. But too many years, too many instances of denial, too much loneliness and loss made him weak. Kneeling on the mattress, he reached for the pillow in the middle of bed, sunk his hands into it, and greedily pulled the memories into his mind.
While I was cleaning art space this weekend, I found transcriptions of the magnetic poetry I wrote on my fridge in the beloved old apartment (the one I used as a base for Ghost Story). Twenty-something me was not all that much different from nearly-fifty me for rolling around in The Feels. I might post those tomorrow.