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Post a single sentence from each WIP or unfinished fic you have. No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence. (But I'm a Bad Girl, and if you ask, I'll probably explain.)
Meme stolen from minviendha. This is a little embarrassing.
1. It didn't help that at first no one knew that he wasn't Starscream.
2. “You did such a good job of pretending you liked me-that you cared for me,” C2 replied, voice bitter.
3. Soundwave hadn't expected to find an Autobot on the planet he'd retreated to.
4. Nobody would explain why the giant scorpion story mattered at all, why this was so important, what was so secret or even why the hell a village fairytale about monstrous desert wildlife meant that you started shipping expensive, customized cars that then went unused into Iraq.
5. Because he didn’t like interfacing, but he loved the idea, the illusion, of sex.
6. Bonecrusher went to see Mixmaster because there was nothing else to do, and because he needed to yell at the mech for being stupid.
7. “Dead aliens brought me back to life,” Sam said, scrambling to his feet.
8. So he had the personality of a vicious murdering backstabbing weasel, and all the charm and charisma of a brick.
9. As Long Haul's still frame was ferried towards the med bay, the soldiers surrounding the door to the base turned, stood to attention, saluted as he was pulled past.
10. “Stop pacing. You’re too big.”
11. “Don't touch me,” Barricade repeated, and he emphasized the point by pushing, hard, at the other Decepticon.
12. But Ratchet messaged back almost immediately, the reply long and rambling, and he couldn't help but feel how relieved it all felt.
13. She'd been at Mission City, and it had fucked her over, twice.
14. Like two gestalts slamming into each other, moving as they combined.
15. Bec cowered behind the overturned car they'd been riding in just a few minutes before, pressing as close against the wall as she could.
16. Sunstreaker pulled up short as he realized that it wasn't Hound waiting for him outside the Ark.
17. Hope woke up with a start, amazed that she still could.
There are two rather disappointing announcements that need to be made at this time too, I think.
-I will be less productive than I have been in the near future. I just started college, and I have a lot more work to do than I've had in the past. I'll do my best to keep on writing, and to stay engaged with fandom, but if something needs to be cut, it won't be schoolwork and it won't be IRL socialization time.
-Until further notice, Blurred Lines and Who You Are (In High School) are on hiatus. When I started both of these fics, I overestimated my interest in the storyline, and my writing ability--in short, I can't handle the plot and number of characters each of these stories addresses. It's very hard to handle subtle character growth in the midst of whole-cast interactions--and the sociology in Blurred Lines? Whooo, way too much for me. It's been one year and four months for one story, and two months less than that for the other, and it's possible that I could push myself to finish them, but I wouldn't find it enjoyable, and more to the point, I would not do a good job writing them. It shows when I'm not interested in a story--that's not something that I can fake very well--and I owe my readers better.
So I'm sorry, but I just can't handle those two fics in particular right now. All other fics will continue to be updated--hopefully sooner rather than later. I have no plans to abandon anything else at this point.
Meme stolen from minviendha. This is a little embarrassing.
1. It didn't help that at first no one knew that he wasn't Starscream.
2. “You did such a good job of pretending you liked me-that you cared for me,” C2 replied, voice bitter.
3. Soundwave hadn't expected to find an Autobot on the planet he'd retreated to.
4. Nobody would explain why the giant scorpion story mattered at all, why this was so important, what was so secret or even why the hell a village fairytale about monstrous desert wildlife meant that you started shipping expensive, customized cars that then went unused into Iraq.
5. Because he didn’t like interfacing, but he loved the idea, the illusion, of sex.
6. Bonecrusher went to see Mixmaster because there was nothing else to do, and because he needed to yell at the mech for being stupid.
7. “Dead aliens brought me back to life,” Sam said, scrambling to his feet.
8. So he had the personality of a vicious murdering backstabbing weasel, and all the charm and charisma of a brick.
9. As Long Haul's still frame was ferried towards the med bay, the soldiers surrounding the door to the base turned, stood to attention, saluted as he was pulled past.
10. “Stop pacing. You’re too big.”
11. “Don't touch me,” Barricade repeated, and he emphasized the point by pushing, hard, at the other Decepticon.
12. But Ratchet messaged back almost immediately, the reply long and rambling, and he couldn't help but feel how relieved it all felt.
13. She'd been at Mission City, and it had fucked her over, twice.
14. Like two gestalts slamming into each other, moving as they combined.
15. Bec cowered behind the overturned car they'd been riding in just a few minutes before, pressing as close against the wall as she could.
16. Sunstreaker pulled up short as he realized that it wasn't Hound waiting for him outside the Ark.
17. Hope woke up with a start, amazed that she still could.
There are two rather disappointing announcements that need to be made at this time too, I think.
-I will be less productive than I have been in the near future. I just started college, and I have a lot more work to do than I've had in the past. I'll do my best to keep on writing, and to stay engaged with fandom, but if something needs to be cut, it won't be schoolwork and it won't be IRL socialization time.
-Until further notice, Blurred Lines and Who You Are (In High School) are on hiatus. When I started both of these fics, I overestimated my interest in the storyline, and my writing ability--in short, I can't handle the plot and number of characters each of these stories addresses. It's very hard to handle subtle character growth in the midst of whole-cast interactions--and the sociology in Blurred Lines? Whooo, way too much for me. It's been one year and four months for one story, and two months less than that for the other, and it's possible that I could push myself to finish them, but I wouldn't find it enjoyable, and more to the point, I would not do a good job writing them. It shows when I'm not interested in a story--that's not something that I can fake very well--and I owe my readers better.
So I'm sorry, but I just can't handle those two fics in particular right now. All other fics will continue to be updated--hopefully sooner rather than later. I have no plans to abandon anything else at this point.