#AND Stories

[wanderersofeorzea]

LF More FFXIV RP Blogs Hey there, it's one of those posts again asking to like, reblog, comment, or whatever it is peeps ask for(I seriously don't remember) to find more rp blogs to follow, because as much as I love seeing the same four people on my dash, they need a hand!

Looking to follow... - Peeps talking about their character(s). - Sharing solo character(s) writings. - Sharing roleplays. - Prompts & asks. - Screenshots & art.

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Chains of thought

(Sooooo this is a tad bit of a mess but I felt the need to write it, just a peek into the relationship between the twins and Comet. As always, ugh I may come back and brush this up. Little bit of an allusion to violence, nothing really.. maybe some angst. This takes place during the war, before Earth. @quibble-auk :D)

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Standing sentinel, easy and soft. They sit close, optics on either the door to their shared crawl space of a berth room. Or their brother. Sunstreaker sighed deep in his chest at the stillness of it all. Sideswipe was indulging in a data pad that had been downloaded with epics, old stories and legends he was lucky to have saved. All the other copies were probably lost after the archives had been melted and groped. While the glittering hall and it’s swathed passages had been burned, it was ransacked for physical treasures. All the art and soul left to die.

Sideswipe had been lucky enough to have the dented scratched pad as a gift from long ago, it was beyond precious to him now. He only read through the stories one at a time, never allowing himself to over indulge in the tales for fear he would lose a detail or grow tired of them. Not many noticed his gentleness with words, nor how that pad stayed with Sunstreaker’s old tin of brushes. Gilded and gleaming like its owner.

No, they assumed the twins were energon soaked grunts, berserkers, he even heard the word monster thrown once. When Sunstreaker felt himself fall too far from his feet, when the sun couldn’t reach him, Sideswipe would pull out that box and remind them both they had slivers of their old selves still alive. The Artist and the Reader, danced slow bashful steps with the Gladiator and Frontliner. Sideswipe’s optics twitched up as their third huffed softly in his recharge, though long ago they had found the term “sleep,” recharge was fitting enough.

Sunstreaker slowly checked over the youngest on the other berth, scanning his oddly grooved frame. Comet was curled tight within himself, resting from his latest reconnaissance that had almost outed him. Long hours and lack of food had put him in a ditch both mentally and physically. Tired wet optics and a gaunt look had told them everything when they had been reunited at their chosen coordinates. He had succeeded in finding what had needed to be found, locating vents on the underground base and their procedures on maintenance. Lots of sitting, and not moving. No organics existed on that rock of a base so that had left him with no choice but to be hungry. He still hasn't eaten since they returned. He had slept. Comet eater hadn’t twitched till now, tight in his ball. Some would assume that such a position would allude to discomfort, but to the twins it spoke of pure vulnerability. Face tucked into his chest and legs bent close, showed a certain tell that he was not as he seemed. Curled and breathing deeply while his brothers recharged flat on their backs. Comet groaned softly, moving to stretch one leg before rolling up again, now face down. Sunstreaker hardly fought back a smile turning back to his sketch.

Under one of his favorite pens was a soft scribble of Sideswipe enthralled in his Epic. Optics wide as if trying to will the characters out of the text. Below that, was the beginning of a doodle of Comet. Sunstreaker in bold strokes illustrated his young brother sleeping soundly. Sideswipe didn’t try to hold back a soft laugh at the groan that erupted from said organic. A sure sign the male was finally awakening. “Primus, are you choking on something?” Slowly, Comet rolled so his face was at least half visible, opening one optic. Sunstreaker couldn’t help but wince, wrinkling his faceplate, as Comet made a show of opening his wet double lidded optics, knowingly.

That shiny golden eye dilated on Sideswipe, who only smirked at his utter deadpan. “Did you finally try to take a bite out of Jazz? Probably got his visor stuck in your throat Commy.” Sideswipe nudged Sunny with his humor over the bond, Sunstreaker responded with a smirk. The wet optic narrowed, and with a tremendous sense of  damaged pride, joined Comet’s face in flopping back onto the berth. Sunstreaker shook his helm at the display, his brother’s joy and amusement over getting some sort of response out of their little brother flooding the bond. It was warm and bright with relief. Both of them would never admit it, unless to each other, but the organic tended to worry them

He had been hardly more than the equivalent of a newspark when they met him, shiny eyed and scared. It didn’t take long with their once soft sparks, and Comet’s complete and utter lack of malevolence. Their duo in the slums became a trio, and they had been holding on tight ever since. Sunstreaker was still shocked by it, at times when moments get quiet, them allowing that squishy meat shifter into their sparks. 

They probably couldn’t have done that now. 

No. He imagined himself as he is now allowing such a potential threat to live.

How the now Sunstreaker wouldn’t have hesitated to kill Comet.

 He wouldn’t have stuttered when the young thing had let out a sob, his helm falling back on the ground of that old mine, shiny eyes overflowing with fear and pain. Sunstreaker, if he was as brutal as he is now, would have run that blade home.

That thought made his pen stutter. 

Sunstreaker had been so lucky that the organic super predator had a good spark, had not been older. Not been utterly out of his processor with hunger yet. 

He had been lucky that the young mech he was, had been soft sparked.

That even though the damn thing had been inches from killing him, he had let go of Comet’s throat.

Sunstreaker sat with that odd train of dark thoughts, a look of brooding clouding his face plate.

He jolted as Comet rolled onto the floor with a thump, and let out a string of annoyed clicks as Sideswipe chuckled loudly at the male’s miscalculation.

His twin had sensed the dark turn of his thoughts and shoved another gentle reminder over the bond, that they were here and together. That’s all that matters.  Sunny allowed himself to relax slowly from his spiral as Sideswipe goaded Comet and tapped him with his pede. Comet took a claw to the appendage with a hiss, still attached as sideswipe lifted it.

The two bickered and batted at one another as Sunstreaker allowed himself to smile.

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

buckxbucky au idea #2:

Lone-wolf John Egan travels into a small town looking for a place to stay temporarily, the full moon only a few days away. Unbeknownst to him, the town is the territory of an established but discreet pack, led by a powerful alpha, the last of a rare bloodline of white wolves, Gale Cleven.

[wormworker]

some of y'all forget way too often that fictional characters are like... open to interpretation

[ellenofteamcealverse]

I drew this a while back of Star of Team Cealverse's character named Winter for a solo project they're making.

[teitomonogatari]

when people say "enough stories about the human condition" like.

all stories are about the human condition!!!!!!! all art is about the human condition!!!! everything we create is about the human condition because we are so so so desperately human

ancient paintings in caves are about the human condition. the epic of gilgamesh is about the human condition. stories made a million years from now will be about the human condition

we are humans making art and all the art made by humans bleeds of humanity. do you get it? do you fucking get it?????

[justp34chy]

considering writing a Briar fic perhaps

[etfrin]

idk where I got the courage to write an aftg fanfic because Neil and Andrew are both such unique and complex characters and every time I make them talk or make them do something I am like WOULD THEY DO IT!? WOULD THEY? i am so afraid of writing them fr, and I feel so scared whenever I make them interact with my oc because what if it's not like them to do that??? All I can do is suck it up because I am trying my best and idk what else to do— because I want to keep writing my story and I went them in it and I want them to be themselves and it's scary because what if I am changing them to my will?? But characters are up to interpretations because even tho an author writes them, a reader will see what they want to see, so my writing of Neil and Andrew will never be truly accurate so that's scary af because I love them as they're

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[chunkysoup22]

[trekscribbles]

This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

👏 comment 👏 on 👏 old 👏 fics 👏

[horce-divorce]

"I would never jeopardize the beans" pales in comparison to it's newest successor, "beans r not woke. How could u do this?"

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[kzlatkova]

Anyone who's ever done anything creative needs to fucking see this.

[write-on-world]