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Optimus looks up as she enters and offers a smile. It falls at the urgency in her tone, and his gaze softens a moment before becoming more serious.

"Of course I do, Tetra. What is it? Is everything alright?"

Aww man if you do draw something I would love to see it, don't hesitate to @ me or sent it through e-mail (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

you're in luck, I actually made a reference of the pillbug guy back when I was musing doing a comic with these two (still want to, but I'll go back to it later). Sadly I don't have one for the centipede so you'll have to go from the art in the tags…

there's a naked version but you know, don't want tumblr taking me behind the shed to shoot me so. The weird suit is his work clothes btw

tumblr might shoot me for this too but you can kind of get an idea of the scale of the centipede on this drawing I made

+ some color refs under the cut if you need them !

(re: this post) anon I promise you I would never joke about something so sacred as writing pornography on company time.

Panicking about it being good enough or not getting attention when you haven’t even posted anything feels a bit silly ya know? It’s like counting your chickens before they hatch, but instead of expecting a bunch of chickens, you don’t think any will hatch! I 100% believe your fic will be really good, and with how obsessively I check the Spamtenna tags on AO3 I’m sure I’ll end up reading it, but comparing yourself to other fics before even posting isn’t good for you. I’m sure you know that placing so much of yourself self worth on the possible attention of others online is a recipe for disaster, but that can’t be changed overnight. So I’ll give some (unprofessional and uneducated) tips to get attention for your fic instead.

If you want to build excitement for your fic before you post it why not try posting little snippets of writing that will get people’s attention without giving the whole fic away? Give a sneak peak of an intense argument, a cute fluffy moment, or a point that leaves readers on a cliffhanger! Think of the key points you were dying to write, the bits that would play out in your mind nonstop until you wrote it down (and maybe even after that!) and give people a little taste to leave them wanting more! You mentioned making a cover for your fic, so try posting that as well! They Say don’t judge a book by its cover, but the cover IS meant to grab potential readers attention! You could also go the classic route of posting chapter by chapter, that way people will see it pop up on AO3 and check it out, especially if you don’t have it completely written out yet (I would recommend having a bit of a buffer of written chapters in this case). Some may even subscribe to it so they can catch updates right away! (that’s what I do at least)

I’m not a writer, but I have posted fanart that’s gotten lackluster notes on here or other platforms. I’ve also posted some that blew up and still gets the occasional note to this day! A big part of that is luck, the size of the fandom, when it gets posted etc. But your work is never going to get any attention if it’s never put out there to begin with.

I’m too anxious to send this out of anon, so you don’t have to answer at all! I just saw you were kinda beating yourself up over this, and I wanted to let you know that you have one person rooting for you, if nothing else :)

Hoping this anon finds this, because I've legit kept this in my askbox for almost a year because I reread it every time I doubted my fic. I genuinely cannot put into words what this message means to me, especially after Mistaken for Strangers was posted 6+ months later than planned due to my medical emergency and prolonged recovery.

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐠𝐞𝐦   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝   𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤,   a   posture   uncharacteristically   inelegant.   one   hand   spun   around   a   miniature   wand   meant   to   simply   help   her   focus   while   the   other   rested   against   her   forehead.   an   attempt   to   contain   the   irritation   threatening   to   fracture   her   composure   was   letting   out   a   heavy   sigh   to   release   the   tension   yet   that   wasn’t   enough   to   fully   simmer   her   down.   holographic   fragments   of   science   ⸻   her   science   ⸻   stuttered   in   front   of   her   ;   the   puzzle   pieces   were   all   there   yet   were   refusing   to   fit   &   match.   she   had   created   multiple   simulated   universes   from   scratch   many   times   before   with   little   to   nothing   to   go   off   on   but,   for   one   reason   or   another,   this   one   single   phenomenon   had   kept   her   stumped.   

surely,   this   couldn’t   be   that   difficult   .   .   .   could   it?

“   are   you   alright . . .   ?   ” — @stalwartembers

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞   𝐝𝐢𝐝   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐚𝐧   𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡   ⸻   the   question   hanging   in   the   air   like   an   insult   dressed   in   concern.   lips   sealed   further   shut,   amethyst   eyes   sharpened,   &   the   tension   in   the   air   grew   heavy   enough   to   almost   suffocate.   herta   stopped   spinning   her   wand,   the   grip   on   it   tight   enough   to   turn   knuckles   white,   as   she   remained   locked   onto   the   fragmented   strings   of   foreign   logic   suspended   before   her.   for   days   after   his   involvement   against   his   will,   she   had   been   studying   kirito’s   code   which   continuously   failed   to   translate   into   a   language   she   could   understand.   it   did   not   behave,   it   did   not   yield,   it   merely   stared   at   her   straight   to   her   face   with   an   imaginary   mockery   that   she   took   much   offense   in.

&   for   a   moment,   there   was   silence   ⸻   stillness   that   felt   all   too   dangerous.

❝   the   variable   checks   on   the   observer   ⸻   how   quaint.   ❞   

𝐚𝐭   𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭,   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬   𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐜𝐲   𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬,   brittle   irritation   evident   &   known.   the   purple   witch   made   the   move   to   turn   her   head   slightly   to   look   towards   the   anomaly   that   kept   her   up   at   night,   studying   him   like   he   was   not   meant   to   be   “alive”.   the   wrinkles   in   her   furrowed   brows   increased   at   his   appearance   as   if   the   walking   contradiction   purposely   was   in   her   quarters   to   laugh   at   her   &   step   on   her   authority.   but   it   was   then   that   her   neurological   pathways   cleared   for   reason   to   transpire,   causing   herta   to   exhale   softly   in   order   to   recalibrate   herself   before   frustration   took   a   hold   of   the   wheel.   her   attention   snapped   back   to   the   copy   of   the   blueprint   hovering   in   place,   fingers   resuming   the   spinning   action   of   her   concentration   wand.

❝   .   .   .   i   am   perfectly   fine.   what   you’re   witnessing   is   simply   inefficiency   being   corrected.   ❞

It was growing its own brood inside itself too, you were only gonna be bigger from this point on…

@ask-tfone-megatron

"I am, who is asking?"

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