Life is not a paragraph

I have declared WIP amnesty week for myself. My plan is to post a story a day - or at least, what I have of the story - until Friday. Yes, I have that many WIPs I'll never finish. I'm happy to talk about the stories in comments if you'd like! I've just moved on to bigger, better things.

WIP: Transformers, Skywarp/Optimus, explicit robot sex (sticky)

This was meant to be a gift to Pell, but it turns out I was doing it wrong. Dang. I was struggling with it anyway, but now... I can't bring myself to touch it, even to fix it. Ah well.

( Stuff! )

Soooo I was sitting around going DOOT DOOT DOOT and I wrote a thing. A dream-thing! A fic-thing. I honestly don't know if anyone wants to read such a thing but it's here if you want it. I usually get annoyed at such disclaimers but I'm not saying it sucks, I'm saying stories wherein all that happens is a character dreams tend to annoy me so I'm not sure why I wrote this. ANYWAY.

Untitled
Series: Transformers G1
Wordcount: 407
Rating: G
Summary: For millions of years, Skyfire dreamed.

( He saw the infinite spiraling towers of Vos. )

Friends, comrades, fellow humans! Lend me your attention!

I come to pimp a story to you. It is a story about Longarm Prime and Blurr, and it is a sexy story. It is in fact 2k words of sexy. It opens with Blurr in a cradle of Longarm's long arms as he tries to convince Longarm that interfacing in a closet while their coworkers and commanding officers have a party RIGHT OUTSIDE is probably not a very good idea. He is not very convinced of this himself, though. In fact, it might actually be a really good idea. Sexy times ensue.

Finishing Touches by spacehussy

Sooo I have a non-fic journal now, over at lex. Feel free to check it out. I post there sporadically, usually with utterly ridiculous drivel, but sometimes with bits of writing. I'm working on a couple epic stories with spacehussy and it's frustrating to finish a glorious scene and be unable to post it, so I put up little bits over there when I think of it.

I'm still figuring out how personal I want to get with it, but basically I consider swordage to be for finished fic only, so literally everything else will be on lex. Please excuse me if I reply with the wrong one at some point.

I want to tell you a story about Christmas.

When my parents divorced, Dad was left with almost nothing. He had to move out and saw my brother and I only on weekends. I was six or so and sweetly innocent about the world. My mother was not terribly interested in entertaining children for Christmas, so we were with Dad in his little apartment (he'd gotten a three-bedroom so we'd each have our own rooms when we were there overnight, but it was still tiny) and we slept fitfully until finally Christmas morning came and we raced into the living room and found -

A lonely, bare wooden plant stand and a small handful of presents, not a bit of greenery in sight. There was a note taped to it. "This was the closest I could find to a tree," Santa wrote. "It will do just fine! Have a merry Christmas! Love, Santa."

Santa loved me enough to make do. He cared enough to find something that would be tree-like, something he could top with a little tin-foil star. I don't remember what presents I got, but I remember that lonesome little plant stand. And last year, when there was no room for a tree and too much depression in the house to get into the consumerism of the season, I dangled two ornaments from a floor lamp and wrapped it in tinsel. I stayed up all night cleaning enough for us to sit together by it, and I wrapped presents and stacked them so carefully to make them look bigger. I did this not out of a desperate need to fit a certain mental picture of Christmas - I did it because I love my family enough to make do.

I believe in the magic of Christmas. I believe in presents appearing overnight. I believe in the joy of crinkling paper and the smell of pine and pie. I believe in the beauty of carols and snow. And I believe a plant stand or a floor lamp or a ratty old chair can become a beautiful Christmas tree.

Happy holidays, everyone. I hope you find joy in this season.

Happy Halloween! I have a treat, no trick: somewhere between classes and midterms and sleep debt I've managed to find the time to work on a story. At this rate I may have it done by my birthday, but in the meantime have a sample, just a taste...

Series: Transformers (movie-verse, draws from G1 and Animated)
Rating: PG
( The ground was still steaming when they arrived, the comfortable cool of late Canadian autumn condensing even more vapor in great billowing clouds. )

I don't think I've ever done a 100-word drabble before. P.S. This is terrible, I'm just trying to encourage myself to write something more substantial for Transformers. Or to write at all, really.

Title: Duty Born Of
Series: Transformers G1/TFA/whatever
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100

( Duty Born Of )

My friends, I have made a dreadful mistake. In my initial rush through Delicious, I ignored many stories that 1) did not involve Starscream and 2) were hosted on ff.net. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE MISTAKE. I have since realized that Transformers, until very recently, was a small, old fandom and thus was not primarily centered around Livejournal (as my usual fandoms are). I deeply apologize for depriving you of some very excellent recs. To make amends, I present YET MORE TRANSFORMERS RECS. And later, there will be yet more recs! I am not done finding stories. Oh, not by a long shot.

( A little bit louder and a little bit worse! )