I wrote a thing
only sister gets to see the thing for now
it’s a thing with lots of train punching
train does not fare well when I try to do flashfics
sorry train
when did I adopt shockwave
sassy sassy shockwave
you are not like the other boys yet I have taken you under my wing
and surreptitiously thrown you under my bus
welcome to the collective
I think I discovered a fundamental reason why I’m disinterested in writing IZ fanfiction
I discovered this last night, writing down the fanfiction I want to do among the fandoms.
The only surviving ideas, that I actually want to do, are both “epics”. Long action-driven stories that are huge and awesome and read like actual novels.
There’s two remaining parts in a trilogy and then another BIG AWESOME THING involving a leader of a sort of terrorist group who may or may not have ties to the Tallests/other canon characters (not in the long-lost brother hokey sue way though) aiming to take down the Irken Empire and basically take it over.
That’s all that was on the list.
In the Transformers section, however, there’s an ongoing PWP that flows more like a bunch of interconnected or not one-shots devoted to not only exploring methods but also character mindsets, a short hypothetical series possibly spawned from those events (exploring how one character will deal with the responsibility of a kid, the Autobots dealing with that kid, the character dealing with his fellow Decepticons being assholes about his having a kid in the middle of a war, that kid growing up and dealing with the canon parent) which then spawned a sort of rp-type thing with my sister and a version of her OC, an awkward romance spawned directly from the events in the original PWP devoted to learning how to get an emotionally inept and emotionally broken character to actually love each other, another short thing that started out as a PWP but then turned into a sort of tiny awkward romance in 3 “acts”, another PWP exploring how some characters would act during a time when they were more powerful and more than twice their original size, the “epic” which flows a bit more like a survival horror story than an epic action adventure, and then a bunch of one-shots exploring characters and situations and possibly relating to some of the longer stories. And also a couple of PWPs.
The GI Joe section only REALLY has two stories that I’m definitely going to do, but that’s because I’m only interested in one guy and the world/characters around him are kind of boring. :U
But anyway. Character exploration. World-building. What originally got me interested in Invader Zim as a fandom. That’s what’s missing.
The trouble is though, I have no idea how to get it back.
(Judging by the contents of some of the TF stories in the list, though, it sounds like I need copious amounts of random Irken porn to get it back XD)
Neurospasta: a Transformers drabble
I wrote a thing. Posting it here first to force myself to stop sitting on it long enough to throw it at Fanfiction.Net or something. Feel free to ignore this post if you’re not interested in vaguely introspective fanfiction or fun with headcanons.
Related to the G1 episode The God Gambit, in which Astro pretends to be a god and basically fucks with a culture, and after which his characterization is pretty much completely different. That episode is so very easily headcanon-exploitable, and currently four story ideas have sprung up from just that one thing. This is one of them, obviously. Others may or may not follow.
Something hadn’t been right.
It had been a few days since the mission on Titan, and though he probably should have had better things to do, Thrust had volunteered to help refine what remained of the pitiful smattering of energy crystals the Decepticons had obtained.
Refining was all about simple body movements and repetition, after all, leaving the processor free to wander. Despite popular belief, he did indeed have a processor, and today was one of those rare occasions where he didn’t want to let it wander so much as relentlessly run it through its paces, forcing it to replay files of events in his memory banks bit by bit, frame by frame, in the hopes of figuring out what the hell was wrong.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the Titan mission.
More specifically, the driving force behind and throughout the mission, the triple-changer known as Astrotrain.
Even more specifically, what Astrotrain had done.
I just spent the last few hours writing an outline that’s nothing but emotional suffering and some awkward bonding
one half fight between lovers, one half an awkward emotional rebound over the phone (well, comms) with someone else, with an equally awkward snuggle with said someone else at the end
at least one party has no idea how emotions work.. possibly two out of three
actually maybe all of them
does this mean I’m growing as a writer?? or was I not getting enough regular angst so my brain decided domestic angst is fine too
what the hell brain you’re supposed to be working on the fun stuff that causes the angst
I love how re-reading fanfiction you started but stopped looking at or outlines for the same makes the ideas seem more viable
although it is kind of jarring when you come to note to self, right where you stopped, saying “this needs a rewrite”
and you’re just like “asjfajsfjasf… maybe? I DON’T KNOW I WROTE THIS LIKE MAYBE A YEAR OR HALF A YEAR OR A LIGHT-YEAR AGO”
A snippet of in-progress TF fanfiction
“Of course it was. Now get out of here and let me work.” Ratchet grunted, amusement gone from his tone. Now it was just exasperation. “The sooner I get this Decepticon out of my medbay, the better.”
“Come on, doctor. You know my carcass makes a brilliant centerpiece. Totally spruces up the place.”
A hand tightly gripped the torn wing, and he yelped at the added jolt of agony through his burning systems. “From what I understand of centerpieces, you would better ‘spruce up the place’ if your carcass was torn into smaller pieces and artfully arranged on my desk. I’m thinking maybe a swan.”
“I was going to be offended by that, but then I realized, a Decepticon swan sculpture could be a pretty badass addition to this slagheap you call a medbay. Or anywhere on this ship, really.”
“Please don’t turn him into a swan.” Bluestreak’s voice piped up, clearly uncertain as to whether or not they were actually seriously deciding the triple-changer’s fate and obviously indicating the kid hadn’t left yet. He was further away, though. “I doubt he’ll have any value as a prisoner after that and that’s really not what I brought him here for.”
Astrotrain just snorted. “Are you kidding? Megatron loves swans. Especially swans made out of people he hates. I’d totally hold my value.”
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Alternate title: Astrotrain and Ratchet discuss home-decorating
