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[ifridiot]

yesisaid replied to your post: All right, here's what I'm thinking for that 'I...

I like these lines most: “Sometimes they made him a mechanic, and he was good with his hands. Sometimes they made him their medic, and he was better still. Always, though, they promised death if he ran away, and here he was best, for he escaped every time.”

I love those lines too! thank you so much for saying so!

[ifridiot]

Hello! I have only just met you, and I think that you are swell. Also, I saw that you were hoping to find some nice stuff in your inbox, so I thought it would be an excellent moment to say so. Hope everything went along just dandy for you!

thank you so much for saying so, thats so lovely to come back to!

[pixienorn]

yesisaid replied to your post “transformers smut is a Thing and I always wonder if two robots banging...”

I desperately hope it does.

anyone who argues otherwise is a Coward

[ifridiot]

The excerpt I selected was a little long, but this passage from Dance for the DVD commentary meme: "As they dipped and tumbled through the air ... he started to get the feeling that training was supposed to have been some kind of euphemism. This was exactly the sort of thing that Starscream told him not to engage in ... But it was pretty, he thought ... It was uselessly dangerous, a risk to limb and life, and it suddenly struck him that perhaps that was exactly Starscream’s point."

Full excerpt:

As they dipped and tumbled through the air, the rushing fuel giving Carrion a giddy buzz, he started to get the feeling that training was supposed to have been some kind of euphemism. This was exactly the sort of thing that Starscream told him not to engage in, unworkably complex maneuvers that looked pretty but did nothing but distract you from your goal.

But it was pretty, he thought, especially when his mate shed his alt mode; his long limbs forced back by gravity as he turned a neat flip and plummeted toward the ground. The view was gorgeous, yes, enough so that it sent a shiver of delight from his processor to his spark as he dived down after the other, still in jet form.

Tumbling through the air with the earth swelling faster and faster in view was exhilarating, the sort of pleasure he engaged in when given time on his own. It was uselessly dangerous, a risk to limb and life, and it suddenly struck him that perhaps that was exactly Starscream’s point.

Oh boy, this fic.

Well first of all, my thoughts writing this were basically ‘fliers are super definitely flamboyant bird brains, and they do dumb show-offy flight things to impress each other.’ I was also thinking ‘how can i convey how especially gay for Starscream Carrion is?’ with a smidge of ‘Carrion is young and easily impressed so Starscream doesn’t have to go all out except he totally would.’

Carrion is thinking exactly what I wrote him thinking; very gay thoughts about the love of his stupid life.

Starscream, however, is thinking more calculated thoughts, assessing Carrion’s interest and how to keep him enraptured, how to best make him realize that he’s the best damn flier there is and that he could have picked anyone for a mate, but he picked Carrion, and drive home exactly what that means, what Carrion means to him, so he never ever ever has to utter the words.

Carrion sort of gets it, but is a dense little fucker, so mostly thinks Starscream is kind of jabbing at him, ‘I’m better than you’, yeah?

I originally wanted to have them lock hands during free fall, but decided against it because I wanted to focus more on Starscream being so beautiful and out of Carrion’s league (in his mind). 

[pixienorn]

yesisaid replied to your photo: This is my tiefling Yva and he is so, so excited...

I remember this friend <3

i’m currently using him in a series of one-shot pathfinder adventures.  he’s currently trying to save a town from a giant cat-gorilla monster with eye lasers.  the game plan is that he’s going to put her to magical sleep and shove poisoned cheese down her throat.

[ifridiot]

All right, here's what I'm thinking for that 'I wish you'd write a fic where' meme. I think it would be nifty to see a character study from you of a character of your choice just alone with themselves. Something a little bit introspective, maybe, that asks 'how did I get here?' and 'am I okay with that?' I'm just getting to know your writing or I'd be more specific but here we are.

This just reminds me of a fic i did a while ago SO I’M GONNA POST IT, OC Ramble under the cut!

The man looked atShi, and smiled grimly, a cold, warning expression. Shi alreadythought of it as his biting smile, and knew it was meant to scare.

He was notafraid.

Shi had beenbitten before. He’d been clawed open, whipped, burned, branded.He’d been flayed. He’d had fingers cut off, and toes. Sometimesthey were reattached, other times no. He’d had his head bashedopen, his eyes scratched, his throat slashed.

Even by themeasure of those surviving the wasteland, his had been a violentlife, rough and hard. As a freeman, he had been so many things.Doctor, gunman, mechanic. Advisor. Protector. Son, father, brother.He committed himself to every role he took, and no one word definedwhat he was to the communities he visited and sought to help.

As a captive,he’d been treated harshly by some, like a prize by others. Dependedon what they wanted out of him and how much they valued what he had.His back was a legacy of a dozen captors, mapped with scars andhealed-over brands. Sometimes they made him a mechanic, and he wasgood with his hands. Sometimes they made him their medic, and he wasbetter still. Always, though, they promised death if he ran away, andhere he was best, for he escaped every time.

The secret camein not caring.

Now though, ohnow he had the boy to worry about.

When he’d foundDowel, the plan had been to get him out of the wastes and droppedinto the next suitable settlement he could. Attachment was not Shi’sstrong suit. Good way to end up dead.

He’d doneplenty to keep himself from getting attached to anyone. He was gruff,impersonal, stoic to the point of frustration. He’d sharpened histeeth to ugly points, the better to highlight what came first –survival, not friendship. In the wasteland, people needed help, andhe, uniquely trained and willing to travel, gave it. He did not makefriends.

Making friendsmeant making people suffer when something inevitably happened to himout in the wastes.

But the boy…

He hadn’t beenable to make the boy leave. Now that small voice called him Pa, andhis heart tightened brutally at the sound. He didn’t want thatconnection, but neither would he rid himself of it. Dowel trustedhim, which was clearly rare for the boy, and he would not spoil thattrust.

Somehow, he wouldget the boy out of here. They would heal first, and work at whatevertasks were set for them here in the great fiery elephant, and Shiwould plan.

The thought, ashe meets the eyes of the bastard with the metal in his throat, puts asmile on his own lips. The smile bares his own sharp teeth, and hethinks for a fleeting moment it takes one to know one. Thereis similarity here, a certain like calling to like.

Because Shi couldbite too, and he wasn’t afraid.

[ifridiot]

93 :)

93 - Do you believe in destiny?

Sometimes. Mostly. I think there’s a general nudgery going on but that we get to make a lot of mistakes and choices in life and the gods rejoice when we meet their eyes and demand answers.