Writing fic in my dreams?
I officially have very weird dreams. I started off as a wench on a pirate ship, waiting around and doing stuff all, and then leaving the ship, and as I got to land, it became modern day and I walked into a newsagency to talk to my honours supervisor about my grandmother. *shrugs* And then, I left the newsagency, and as I went out into the rainy carpark, the "camera" as it were, moved off me and onto an oncoming bunch of highschool kids heading towards a rec centre.
More importantly, it focused on two guys, namely, one Jazz and one Prowl. The following fic-written cos I can.
"Okay, off you go," Jazz pushed the other, and began to move off towards the waiting shops, but Prowl caught him around the waist, pulling him back against him and shaking his head.
"No, you're coming too."
"But why?" he mock-whined, allowing Prowl to pull him along.
"Because you have to," was the simple reply.
"But I want to go and make an animal," Jazz pointed to the fast-disappearing sign for Teddy-Bear Factory on the very corner. He turned back to Prowl with a grin. "I want to make a penguin. Come make a penguin with me."
"No, Jazz," Prowl shook his head again, a soft smile playing over his lips.
Jazz sighed, slinging an arm around his lover and giving up his pretense of escaping. "How about when we're married with three kids? Then will you take me to make a penguin?"
Prowl merely laughed. Jazz though, sensed that he'd touched on something, and unentwined himself, dancing around to stand before him and making them both stop.
"I'm joking. You know that. I don't care about tomorrow, or next week, or next year. Just today, here with you." With that, he leant in, pressing his lips against Prowl's, pulling him close when the other reciprocated.
Aaaand, that's all I can clearly remember. The rest is hazy. What I do know is that there was a bunch of guys who didn't like Prowl, and are going to get at him by killing Jazz. ... oh em gee. I write angst and deathfics for Jazz and Prowl in my sleep. I'm not sure if I should be amused or horrified.
Anyhow, I know I'm going to steal the dialogue (minus the penguin, cos I'd rather keep them as mechs, I don't know where to start with TF-as-human fics) for another bunny, but trying to keep that quiet, because Prowl help me if Jazz finds out, then it's just a matter of "I CAN HAS NAO!!!" But.... yeah. PJ deathfic. In my sleep. DX
More importantly, it focused on two guys, namely, one Jazz and one Prowl. The following fic-written cos I can.
"Okay, off you go," Jazz pushed the other, and began to move off towards the waiting shops, but Prowl caught him around the waist, pulling him back against him and shaking his head.
"No, you're coming too."
"But why?" he mock-whined, allowing Prowl to pull him along.
"Because you have to," was the simple reply.
"But I want to go and make an animal," Jazz pointed to the fast-disappearing sign for Teddy-Bear Factory on the very corner. He turned back to Prowl with a grin. "I want to make a penguin. Come make a penguin with me."
"No, Jazz," Prowl shook his head again, a soft smile playing over his lips.
Jazz sighed, slinging an arm around his lover and giving up his pretense of escaping. "How about when we're married with three kids? Then will you take me to make a penguin?"
Prowl merely laughed. Jazz though, sensed that he'd touched on something, and unentwined himself, dancing around to stand before him and making them both stop.
"I'm joking. You know that. I don't care about tomorrow, or next week, or next year. Just today, here with you." With that, he leant in, pressing his lips against Prowl's, pulling him close when the other reciprocated.
Aaaand, that's all I can clearly remember. The rest is hazy. What I do know is that there was a bunch of guys who didn't like Prowl, and are going to get at him by killing Jazz. ... oh em gee. I write angst and deathfics for Jazz and Prowl in my sleep. I'm not sure if I should be amused or horrified.
Anyhow, I know I'm going to steal the dialogue (minus the penguin, cos I'd rather keep them as mechs, I don't know where to start with TF-as-human fics) for another bunny, but trying to keep that quiet, because Prowl help me if Jazz finds out, then it's just a matter of "I CAN HAS NAO!!!" But.... yeah. PJ deathfic. In my sleep. DX