#tpanda073

[amorgignitamore]

Love 👏 seat 👏

i answered it here but i have to add: a reading nook by the window and a big dining table to eat with everyone i love oh and lots of bookshelves 

[choupichoups]

You are a magician with words I adore your writing style thank you for telling these stories ✨

Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️

[moonb-eam]

(me lowkey motivating you to write) 12 & 31 💖

asdfjdks i always appreciate writing motivation!! thank you darling! 🧡

12. favourite place to write

ouuuu i love this question!

i don’t have a particular favourite place, but i dooo have my optimal writing conditions - a place with windows, where i can drink a coffee, and where there’s a certain level of background noise so it’s not just me and my head

i like to write in cafes, in parks, in libraries and in galleries - what i like the most, i think, is discovering new places to write, places that lend themselves well to stories ✨

31. easiest part of writing

for me, the easiest part is getting ideas (and the hardest part is executing them lmao) but i usually don’t have a problem with thinking up concepts and building scenarios/worlds. for example, i have at least a dozen au ideas for elu that definitely won’t see the light of day, just because i won’t have the time (or the skill) to write them all 😬

asks for fanfic writers

[ahomeganeyatsu]

Heyooo saw you wanted some “A” inspo for your fic, which is adorable btw!!, so here’s some random ones Abditive: adj. having the quality of hiding Apprehensive: adj. wary, anxious that something bad will happen Anticipation: noun. an expectation or prediction Audacious: adj. taking bold and surprising risks (bruh this one is Lucas straight up) Allay: verb. To diminish a fear or worry Ascend: verb. (Literal definition is to go up but the word means more if the galaxy brain meme is any proof)

Heellooooo. OMG thank you for this. I got really excited. So here’s the first.

Abditive, adj.

“Who’s your target?” Yann asks me.

“Tonight?” I smirk and turn towards the crowd in Emma’s living room.

“Yeah. Tells us,” Arthur urges as he takes a hit from the joint Yann hands over to him.

I lift the bottle of beer to take a sip, but my hand stills from tipping the contents into my mouth. Instead, the bottle’s lip brushes across my own, back and forth, as my eyes consider the dancing bodies.

They linger on a few faces. The thoughtful hum I make has the boys eyeing me with eagerness. I gesture towards the living-room-turned-dance-floor for a night, the bottle still in my hand.

“The little brunette,” I say, and I finally let myself drink.

The boys clamor over each other, as they picked apart my choice. The music is loud and in this small room it carries over through the space. There are snaps of conversations all over but none of it makes sense unless your close or actively taking part in it (and that means deliberately eaves dropping).

Arthur says something that brings reels back my wandering thoughts.

“Boob size doesn’t matter guys,” I comment, a bit of annoyance bleeding into my voice. It’s a progressive thought for a guy my age whose concepts of beauty, love, and anything really, are influenced by societal standards that’s been fed to us by an increasingly toxic group of people via media, school, and all sorts of institutions our whole lives. (I’m also pretty sure I’m drunk and high if my thoughts are leaning onto one of Yann’s Marx lectures.) Except that isn’t the case.

I don’t tell them the brunette I’m referring to was the one the girl was blocking. The one who’s dancing with his friends and seems to be as lost in the music as I was to my own thoughts.

[theexecutionerssong]

tpanda073 replied to your photoset “J’irai où tu iras”

You really HAD to think of this concept and break our hearts more didn’t you

I’m raising my cup of morning tea to all the “thanks satan” “OP we’re gonna fight” “i’m taking photoshop away from you” and “go back to sleep” i’m already seeing in the tags of this one. you’re welcome

[clumsyssoul]

happy birthdayyyy 👑💖🥰🍰💓🍞

ZHEEN I ONLY SAW THIS TODAY BUT THANK YOU BABY LOVE YOUUUU

[amorgignitamore]

random ask but top five favorite things about your fairytale home

ohh fun!! 

in no particular order:

our burnt wood ceilings with exposed burnt wood beams;

the tiny waterfall that leads to a tiny pond that my father and I built on our garden a long time ago during one summer and is now occupied by a few fish and occasionally by a few frogs;

the  many cherry trees, both in our lands and in my neighbour’s, that are now blossoming and when they are filled with cherries we just stand underneath it and eat as many cherries as our stomach can stand;

the fig tree we have in the middle of our chicken’s field, my parents surrounded these huge rocks and a bit of land with some net and built a chicken coup on it and in the middle of the land there’s a fig tree and we love to go there and eat figs directly from the tree and all the chickens surround us waiting for us to give them the fig peels;

the many flowers my mom keeps in our garden! especially in the summer, with all the different colours and shapes! people stop by our house just to tell us how pretty our garden is;

and i’ll add one more just because:

all our trees, vegetables and animals, there’s nothing more peaceful than hearing no other sound than nature’s heartbeat!

[tawmlinsun]

8 & 29 🌻

ahhh thank you zheen!!!

🌻fic writer asks!!🌻

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oh goodness it’s gotta be this bit of gold to you:

“You said you’d be here!” Eliott yells, so broken yet sofull of fire that it makes Lucas stop in his tracks and whip around. He soundsdesperate. He looks desperate, shoulders tense and lip quivering. “Yousaid you’d be here whenever I came back!”

Lucas thinks of the international terminal, of frosted glassdoors and teary kisses and hands clinging to each other in devastation. And heloves Eliott, he loves Eliott, he loves Eliott.

But then he thinks of I love you and I knowand Lucas’ heart hardens.

“I’m back, Lucas, so be here. Be here andlisten to what I have to say, please.” Eliott’s practically begging, asecond away from falling to his knees, and as much as it kills Lucas to nottake the boy in his arms right here and now, he’s chained to the ground. Lucasis not moving, unless it’s away.

“That was before you left me in the darkfor eighteen fucking months, Eliott,” he digs, voice splintering on the finalfew syllables.

i’m v proud of the whole fight scene from chapter two, really, but i’m really happy with this bit in particular bc it just feels so raw. it’s one of those moments that got me emotional while writing, and i’d like to think i translated that pretty well in the fic. it just hits on a lot of the main images/lines/moments that i call on throughout the rest of the fic. plus, it’s a p solid representation of where both eliott and lucas are in terms of their feelings for each other at this specific moment, with eliott being so ready to throw himself into fixing things with lucas, while lucas is set on maintaining that distance and protecting himself from being hurt further and getting left behind again.

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

oh goodness i’d be too scared to ever do it. i don’t wanna mess with another author’s work!!! but that said, i’d love to dive into @eliottamoureux​‘s prince au bc it’s one of my favorite universes in the elu fic world and it’s one that i return to a lot