#For my writing stuff

[regulusstarz]

Random things for my Pran OC's <3

I randomly got the urge to write for my dearest wife Pranala. They're very short due to me being tired, but it's atleast something! Hope you enjoy.

Clementine - Movie night

She's so glad once she has Pran back in her life. She was so alone, her heart aching for that beautiful forest boy, and now he's back. She clings to Pran, never wanting her to leave again.

When she had first saw him again, in the same forest, she knew she wouldn't have been able to deal with Pran getting away again. And her dear girlfriend didn't. Instead, she was there on the couch with Clementine, indulging her on a movie night. Clemmie was eating some M&M's she had bought herself the day before, looking at the stupidly overdramatic romcom she had picked out, resisting a laugh when it got silly.

It was so comfortable like this. Clementine looked up at Pran, she looked back into her eyes. This was the woman she'd love for now and forever. Never to leave again.

Koi - Midnight beauty.

Slowly opening her eyes, Koi looked at the bright light of the TV playing. She hadn't had this great of a sleep in a pretty long time. Jeremy was still battling his insomnia, and she just couldn't bare to leave him alone at night. She knew he'd be fine, he had always dealt with this on his own, but still. Koi was sure Jere appreciated it deep inside.

She felt Pran's warm arms around her, having fallen asleep cuddling on the couch before. They had tended to start doing that quite often for some reason, but she didn't complain. Not at all. Why would she, if it was so comfortable?

Koi took the moment to admire Pran's face and hair. This beautiful woman. She was so glad to have her in her life. And that Pran had accepted them into her own life. Koi couldn't have wished for more from her.

She grabbed the TV remote, praying silently not to wake Pran up, and successfully turned off the TV. She readjusted the blanket around them, Jeremy had probably brought them it, and closed her eyes again. It was too comfortable to get up.

Lyra - Work watching

Lyra had been busy all day helping her wife out in her tattoo parlor, watching her dearest work. It was nice, seeing Pran finally do something she loved agzer working for so long. It made Lyra's heart swell with affection. She had made the right choice choosing to elope with Pran, there wasn't a single moment where she regretted being with her.

Pran had finished for the day, closing up the parlor and stretching her muscular body. Lyra had admired them ever since she was 16, those muscles were still eyecatching, even as Pran's body had gotten softer over the years. Her soft, muscular wife. She could watch her all day.

She Immediately ran over to Pran when she noticed she was done with everything, she got a kiss on the lips. Closing her eyes, enjoying the kiss from her loving wife.

They both deserved a break after working so hard today, even if she had to admit Pran worked harder than her, she had to deal with the customers after all. But she knew there was a pretty good chance Pran wouldn't care about that anyways.

[charbroiledchicken]

"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[noodles-and-tea]

Icons, truly

[artemisdesari-blog]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[sicksadlit]

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[gigireece16]

“how do you plot / plan your book?” very bold of you to assume i do that.

[peaceishim]

[keyboardwhisperer]

Writing is like, type type type, clackity clack clack- and whoops im on social media now

[katarinazurar]

me while writing: ah yes, this character should do this, it feels so natural with what they're saying

me while editing: why the FUCK does he lean on the doorway SEVENTEEN TIMES IN THIS CHAPTER

[quinnjgraham]

I know this is the website where we talk about artists and writers doing anything other than making art or writing, but man, we REALLY undersell how good it feels to actually work on your stuff.

Like you hit your word count for the first time in a week and its like

[charbroiledchicken]

reblog if you're a writer but would rather drink straight cyanide than show any of your family members your work

[autumnillustration]

"Perhaps a lesser-known gift of Kenobi's was his ability to listen."

(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM, strapped with a fundamental distrust of the Jedi, an apocalyptic vision of the future, and a mandate to help Anakin Skywalker. So, in all this, it's nice to have a confidant.)

edit: link to the fic

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.