Topher Lydon

awww now I have coffee on my screen.... LOL Point to Doc.

Own personal heroin :: shrugs amused at twisting another Twig-let trope ::

I used to do nifty with the Falcon Banner and the early Carter books, just looking to attract more readers in.

I am contemplating how heavilly to lean into the jokes... I admit I am finding writing this one to be a bit of a break from the usual melodrama and whacky... this one's just easy comedy... I've also been writing a strange story about an English Street gang. Which is going rather well. Lot's of short stories lately, again, it's my way of stirring the pot and seeing what works and what doesn't. I did this at Christmas, but with decidedly more Bailey's.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm coffee.... I also bought myself a new present:

I mean, he did get the biggest predator in the woods... and earned his pack status... so half-time at the game wouldn't be much of a stretch.... I am amused at how much Lucas dating Andy is doing for Lucas's street cred. He's earned his strut.

06 The forest was cold, damp, and aggressively, unapologetically woodsy. It smelled of decaying pine needles, wet, loamy earth, and the distinct, musky tang of wild animal life—absolutely none of which appealed to Andy's refined, hyper-urban sensibilities. For three hundred years, he had perfected his existence in the shadows of great cities. He was a creature of cobblestone streets, of thick London fog, of gaslit Parisian alleys, and neon-drenched modern skylines. He thrived

Love that dynamic, there's something special about a short guy... (totally don't have a thing for them, shhhh shutup)

Jason is struggling. At least Andrew now knows what he's struggling with. The question becomes, how long till Marcus finds out, and what Merrick will do with this information.

Good Morning

The house was quiet in the way that only Saturday mornings can be—that particular stillness that comes from everyone sleeping in, from no alarms, no schedules, no demands. Jason had woken early, as he always did, his internal clock still calibrated to a world where sleeping too deeply meant danger. He'd lain in bed for a while, listening to Peter's soft breathing beside him, feeling the warm weight of his boyfriend's arm across his chest. But his bladder had eventually won, and he'd slipped out

He was fibbing

this one is complete

I've been doing a few one off stories, shorts and things... just to get the creative juices flowing.

Those two are chasing each other around town. I thought it was amusing to have them in each other's house trying to act casual and totally smooth.

He is beginning to see the danger, but he doesn't have the big picture, yet. The question is, will he find it in time before the trap closes on Jason.