What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!


Call me MP or Miz


Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.


Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.



Making-up-Mech-Pilots
@Making-up-Mech-Pilots

Mech Pilot who is meeting their comms operator face to face for the first time.


MiserablePileOfWords
@MiserablePileOfWords

"You're a kitty!"

Preeyantha hissed softly and rolled her eyes. Humans.
"Yes, pilot," she began, sounding exasperated. "Macakalians look a lot like your Earth felines, but we'r—"
"Does kitty want scratches? Does she?"

Preeyantha's hiss of frustration was just a smidge louder this time. Her ears went flat against her skull, and she backed away slightly. This was why she didn't do proximity, and preferred communicating with other species through audio or text.
In person encounters were always... awkward.

She cocked her head and considered her pilot. Alexandra "Mayhem" Notas, the scourge of many a blood-stained battlefield, terror of the Five Federated Fiefdoms. Who was currently wiggling her fingers at her and making little kissy noises.
Very awkward.



Willow
@Willow

man they’ve really been making bad halos for a longer period of time than they made good halos. what are we fucking doing here


mcc
@mcc

for a good 20 seconds there i entirely forgot this was the name of a video game and this post was the most incredible thing


MiserablePileOfWords
@MiserablePileOfWords

Back before you were born, your average saint had a halo they could depend on throughout their entire mission. A companion for life.
Bright and golden, a shining beacon of light in the darkness of the soul, strong and sturdy enough to give a slavering demon or insidious impure thought a good whack on the nose and send them scurrying back to the depths they came from.
Rock-hard faith substantialised, forged in the fires of belief, wielded with conviction.

But these days?
They send those poor buggers out with shoddy gold-plated pewter, the best they can do now that the top brass have tarnished all they're supposed to stand for. Abandoned their principles. Let the rot in at the core.
Sure, it sparkles and if you don't look too closely, even looks the same... for about five seconds, until the hapless young saint beset by a rampaging horde of techno-lusts tries to defend themselves and their halo crumples to nothing in their hands, their light winking out forever.

Trust me, kid.
There's no future in it.



MiserablePileOfWords
@MiserablePileOfWords

This bundle of amazing stories has less than 3 days left to go, so if you're in the market for some great writing by queer, mostly trans authors that you'd be supporting by buying this bundle (which is an absolute steal), you know what to do.



when I couldn't find the document for my 2.5 Interlude Story with the like 1600 words I have so far that I haven't been able to progress in months... but luckily I found it before I burst something.

Not to, you know, actually write on it, no, of course not, my muse isn't that nice and generous. She did give me the perfect name for two side characters that will eventually end up in the story though.

Once I, you know, actually manage to start writing the bit they're in.