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2 years ago

Just in case anyone is wondering how my writing is going, here was today’s intended goals:

Secret Baby - 5,000 words

Virgin Widow - finish

What actually happened was:

Start Secret Baby, remember something I wanted to add onto Happy Endings.  While doing that remember that Halloween fic I’ve been chipping away at and track that down because I didn’t put it in it’s own word file and forgot which one it’s in.  Find it in Warring Houses.  Remember something I wanted to add to that fic.  Remember to put Halloween fic in it’s own file and get distracted by that for a few hundred words.  Go back to Warring Houses.  Inexplicably start plotting Optimus philosophical/horror fic (with happy ending).  Get distracted making chocolate dipped strawberries.

Hopefully the sugar rush (because I can’t abuse caffeine anymore) will help.

Excerpt from today’s clusterfluff: Virgin Widow

Jazz moved onto the next piece in the pile that needed fixing.  On a ship it never ended.  He scooped more grease onto his cloth.

He hadn’t expected to ever bond.  Most bots would see him and run the other way.  It was just that…

Jazz wanted to throw the can across the room.  He wanted to take the wheel and twist it in his servos until it was warped and distorted.

He set everything gently back into place.

He’d known it wasn’t a love match.  He’d just thought that the other mech might have been in the same situation as Jazz. If neither of them had a choice, if they were both being forced into this, then they couldn’t really hate each other.  He’d thought that they could at least try to make each other happy. 

He had wanted to try.

Jazz vented slowly and lifted the next part on the list to be fixed.

He was the Captain. He had led his crew through pirate attacks, gravity wells, and foreign customs.  Sometimes, even in space, the only direction was forward.


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2 years ago
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s DOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!!!

7,925 words.  I am so tired.  I even edited the damn thing.


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2 years ago

omg so i havent been on tumblr in a little while and seeing that u followed me just made my day aaaahhh i love your work so much <3 <3 <3

Thank you! I'm working on everything, but like a cat in a laser disco, I cannot help jumping from place to place. :)

2 years ago

Argh, someone stop me...

Virgin Widow

Prowl got the comm as he was comforting a femme, her sparkling only a few hours old, her bonded still missing in the rubble of the hospital.  The attacks were increasing in frequency as fuel shortages shot up.

:Prowl, report to the temple immediately!:

:I am at the site of the bombing: Prowl explained.  Of course it was his great-grandcreator.  :I will not be able to leave for -:

:Your ceremony is in less than an hour!  If you do not present yourself immediately and I have to arrange another bonded for you, you will be less than pleased.:  There was an unpleasant oiliness to his grandcreator’s voice – less like a warm, smooth oil bath and more like the greasy strings of muck that accumulated in the gutters along the street.  

Prowl looked down at his servos where one were pressing a bandage to the femme’s bleeding helm and the other cupping the whimpering newspark.  The longest scar ran from his elbow joint to the center of his palm.  The palm where a tiny helm rested.

He could take a few more scars.

:I will leave once the scene is secured, grandcreator.:


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3 years ago

I make a lot - perhaps too many - OCs in my Transformers fanfics.  Might be telling though that 80% of them are femmes.


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