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LONGARM HOW COULD YOU
Ally: Maybe it's like-- you can still get high-ranking jobs with or without becoming Elite Guard, but it probably helps.
Ally: which means Longarm would have had to be BAD. ASS.
L: yesssss. Longarm is just that awesome.
L: Maybe the Elite Guard require background checks
Ally: drug testing
L: NO CYBERCOCAINE
Ally: CYBERCOCAINE IS A HELL OF A DRUG
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The writing front is going remarkably well! The thing with Jazz stalled, but the awesome thing about having a half dozen stories going is that when one stalls, my hindbrain has figured something out on another one. I just gotta poke until I know which one it is. Right now it's Disassembled, which makes me happy. In my pants. Disassembled is just that kind of fic. It needs warnings piled deep enough to drown in, but it makes me happy in my pants.
Yes he's snoring isn't it cute oh god I love them to bits. And yes, he's sleeping standing up. That actually has a lot of reasoning behind it but it basically boils down to the fact that, at some point, one of us turned to the other and said WOULDN'T IT BE NEAT IF-
Oh yeah I was gonna post a bit of that Jazz thing. Totally out of context, because Sunstreaker being the subbiest sub that ever subbed kinda requires some context. I know this is lamely boring but whatever, dudes, you shoulda seen the crap I was writing before this. The second Jazz walked in it got 1000x better.
I am enjoying writing his dialogue. Prowl is all short, clipped facts and orders, Sunstreaker is 100% attitude, and Jazz is just like HEY MY MECH, WHAT'S UP. Also I am enjoying NOT writing the ridiculous accent some people like to force down his throat. Yes, I've heard his accent. It can be indicated with phrasing and tone. There's no need for WRITIN' LIKE THA MOS' RACIST BITCH EVER, YA DIG? ugh never write out an accent unless you want the character to be incomprehensible. PET PEEVE, I CAN HAS IT. I actually am angsting over whether to have him say "nah" at one point, but it's a word as distinct from "no" as "yeah" is from "yes." You would not believe how much time I've spent thinking about that word.
Okay I've rewritten this entry five times now, fuckit I'm posting.
Ally: which means Longarm would have had to be BAD. ASS.
L: yesssss. Longarm is just that awesome.
L: Maybe the Elite Guard require background checks
Ally: drug testing
L: NO CYBERCOCAINE
Ally: CYBERCOCAINE IS A HELL OF A DRUG
reference
The writing front is going remarkably well! The thing with Jazz stalled, but the awesome thing about having a half dozen stories going is that when one stalls, my hindbrain has figured something out on another one. I just gotta poke until I know which one it is. Right now it's Disassembled, which makes me happy. In my pants. Disassembled is just that kind of fic. It needs warnings piled deep enough to drown in, but it makes me happy in my pants.
Blurr couldn't recharge. Shockwave had driven long spikes through an arm and a thigh, pinning him to the worktable, and the other arm and leg were somewhere across the room, but the pain wasn't what kept Blurr conscious. It was the noise. The quiet, humming noise from the far corner, shadowed enough to hide its origin. Blurr wouldn't have heard it over his own systems but for the strange grinding hitch of it. Something not quite aligned, some rough spot cycling around now and then. It was torturous, listening for it. Anticipating it. It didn't occur in a regular pattern, only the most bafflingly random intervals, and it was driving Blurr mad. He stared into that dark corner and tried not to anticipate it. He found himself hushing his own internals anyway, straining to hear.
It came again, a sound better described as a lack of sound, a momentary pause in the hum of a well-kept machine.
Blurr knew what it was.
It was the sound of Shockwave recharging.
Yes he's snoring isn't it cute oh god I love them to bits. And yes, he's sleeping standing up. That actually has a lot of reasoning behind it but it basically boils down to the fact that, at some point, one of us turned to the other and said WOULDN'T IT BE NEAT IF-
Oh yeah I was gonna post a bit of that Jazz thing. Totally out of context, because Sunstreaker being the subbiest sub that ever subbed kinda requires some context. I know this is lamely boring but whatever, dudes, you shoulda seen the crap I was writing before this. The second Jazz walked in it got 1000x better.
Sunstreaker looked up, and for the briefest instant Jazz looked back.
It lasted less than a nanoclick. Jazz came in as if nothing were out of the ordinary, greeting Prowl easily with a little salute of the datapad in his own hand, saying, "Hey, Prowl my mech. Got a few clicks to spare? I wanted a fresh set of optics on this thing."
"Jazz." Prowl nodded a greeting, sitting up straight to accept the datapad. "Hmm. I like the changes you've made."
"Saw the rough draft on Teletraan's systems, did you? Yeah, I wasn't happy with it either. I let Prime know I'd be changing things around a bit." Jazz settled on the edge of Prowl's desk, his back to Sunstreaker.
I am enjoying writing his dialogue. Prowl is all short, clipped facts and orders, Sunstreaker is 100% attitude, and Jazz is just like HEY MY MECH, WHAT'S UP. Also I am enjoying NOT writing the ridiculous accent some people like to force down his throat. Yes, I've heard his accent. It can be indicated with phrasing and tone. There's no need for WRITIN' LIKE THA MOS' RACIST BITCH EVER, YA DIG? ugh never write out an accent unless you want the character to be incomprehensible. PET PEEVE, I CAN HAS IT. I actually am angsting over whether to have him say "nah" at one point, but it's a word as distinct from "no" as "yeah" is from "yes." You would not believe how much time I've spent thinking about that word.
Okay I've rewritten this entry five times now, fuckit I'm posting.