Feveeerrrr~
I gots fever, and thus I'm on bed with only the laptop as company. So, I can't draw and my body refuses to sleep anymore, and my brain's more awake than ever and aching to do something, but not feeling quite up to finishing halfway done fics. What to do then? Why, music meme time, of course. Only did six this time, I needs a shower.
I'll upload the songs/link to proper videos when I'm dry and dressed~
01 - Welcome to the Jungle. (2007 Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz. Prowlicade-verse.)
It wouldn't be until Jazz came within vicinity of the planet called Earth that he could find creatures that could equal the zeal of friends left behind when Optimus Prime's elite pursued the All Spark.
Animals. That's how humans would have described the frontline warrior twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were so fierce, so brutal, so reckless and crude. Jazz remembered the first time he saw them in action, it was like watching finely tuned machines created merely for destruction and devastation. Their power was so raw, and destructive. The twins that spoke to him when out of a battle were different to the twins he saw in the battle field. Insane was the word that most seemed to fit with them. The way their optics blazed with unrestrained power and savage need to rip through something always made Jazz feel the tiniest bit of sympathy for the sparkless drones that were victims of the twins' raw power which was difficult to restrain.
The same raw power that had the twins in the waiting list for forced deactivation, as no unit could keep them in line, until Prowl took them under his proverbial wing, and through some careful manipulation --Jazz couldn't think of a better word to express it; of Sunstreaker's protective feelings towards his twin, he managed to tame the 'beasts'. Jazz couldn't help but wonder, if the nearly deranged mechs he saw in battle were very subdued in comparison, just how terrifying the twins were before Prowl got through with them. It did explain the fatherly bond he seemed to share with them, and why Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took his loss to the Decepticons as hard as he did. Explained why they turned their over protectiveness towards Jazz, and were loath to see him go while they had to stay behind. They wanted to protect Jazz, as they felt they owed that to Prowl. Jazz felt he owed them to find Prowl and bring them all together, like that family they turned into in the middle of that jungle that Cybertron had become.
02 - I Saw Her Standing There. (Smokescreen x Chromia. IC-Verse.)
To say their first meeting was rocky was an understatement. She was a proud and well trained military femme, rivaling her brother's skills in the battle field and an excellent sharp shooter. Ascended to nobility through hard work and effort, and no small amount of talent.
He was a wealthy noble, born with a silver sparkplug. A player that fluttered from femme to femme as better fit him, none capable of holding his interest after a couple of interfaces at best, an outing or two at the worst.
She was beautiful in a way other femmes were not, she had a regal air about herself, she knew herself better than other femmes and wasn't afraid to get dirty to prove it. The disdain in her optics when he first approached her made him desire her even more.
To fall in love in the middle of a wrestling match that neither won, had to rank really high in Smokescreen's 'most unusual' romantic endeavors. The interfacing that followed only served to make him want this femme all for himself.
03 - This is Love. (Prowl x Jazz.)
He did not know why he was there again. Prowl couldn't begin to fathom why he was huddled in that dark corner in the local energon bar where mechs and femmes alike sought to inebriate themselves and have a 'slagging good time'. He wasn't exactly having the best time of his life, no.
At least not until he showed up. Prowl watched the visored mech go straight for the dance floor, falling into synchrony with the music right away, dancing away whatever plagued his spark. Dancing away whichever unsavory task he had to perform earlier on that same orn. How many mechs' energon stained his hands that orn?
Prowl smiled, watching from afar the dancing saboteur, admiring the mech that bordered perfection on his optics. The streamlined shape, the beautiful contrast of curves and sharp edges, the attractive face Prowl had seen smiling and scowling in equal measure. Prowl contented himself watching in the shadows, but he was not the only one watching.
Jazz danced his way towards the tables at the far end, making a bee line for the tactician's table. Prowl quickly looked down to his barely touched cube of high-grade, pretending to be deep in thought. A black hand grasped his own white one, and a strong but gentle tug made him stand. He wanted to say something, keep up appearances, but he was given no room for any thoughts.
Jazz's free hand wrapped over the back of Prowl's neck and pulled him down for a lazy kiss, leaving the tactician stunned, completely at loss of words. Jazz beamed a grin at him, and tugged his hand a little harder, dragging him onto the dancing floor. Prowl couldn't remember anything of what happened afterwards, for the world around them dissolved into nothing. All he could see and feel was the saboteur dancing with him, to be pulled down again for another kiss which he returned gladly.
04 - Duele El Amor. (Sunstreaker x Bluestreak. Prowl x Jazz implied, Sideswipe.)
It hurt so much to watch him like this, broken, fragile, that proud warrior curled up on their creators' berth, black helm decorated with golden fins pressed against Jazz's lap, a golden hand gripping Prowl's white one. Curled like a sparkling, seeking his parents' comfort. Comfort Prowl and Jazz dished out without qualms for their sparkling.
Sideswipe watched his twin mourning his loss. Sideswipe knew Sunstreaker had no one to blame but himself. Both of them wanted to be angry with Bluestreak, they both wanted to blame him for this, but neither could do it. Neither could, in all honesty believe their break up was Bluestreak's fault.
Bluestreak hurt, as well, finding solace in Smokescreen's presence, for the gunner couldn't bring himself to seek the comfort of the mechs that took him under their wings. Prowl and Jazz were as much Bluestreak's parents as they were Sunstreaker's and Sideswipe's, but even now, the younger Datsun knew he couldn't seek comfort with them, not when Sunstreaker needed it just as bad.
Sideswipe whispered a quiet prayer, pleading for a reconciliation. All his family was now hurting, and he wanted nothing more than ease the pain his twin felt, to ease the pain Bluestreak felt, and the pain Prowl and Jazz felt due to all their children being unhappy and hurting.
05 - Catch a Fire. (Inferno x Red Alert. 2007verse.)
"Catch me!" Red Alert would never openly admit it, but the thrill of the 'hunt' made him feel so alive, so balanced and well with the universe. He couldn't feel, at all, bothered by those voices in his processors that used to plague him back on Cybertron.
No, here, on earth, speeding up as far as the legal limits would permit him, Red Alert felt nothing but contentment. Swerving from side to side, speeding and spinning, turning twists with a control that few would believe he actually had, the Lamborghini Gallardo smiled inwardly as the sirens blared behind him, and the fire engine chased after him, keeping up with the teasing swerving, as if Red Alert was swaying his spoiler teasingly, beckoning Inferno to catch him and claim his prize.
That was exactly what Inferno intended to do. He chased the slick white and red Lamborghini down a deserted portion of the highway. The sunset light over Red Alert's paint job made his red portion look almost as if on fire. A fire Inferno wanted to catch and contain in his arms, to engulf it and claim as his own. Red Alert was a fire that Inferno did not wish to extinguish, but rather fuel it, let that fire consume his soul. How he loved this side of Red Alert, the side only he was allowed to see, a humbling honor the fire engine was thankful to receive.
06 - Nemo. (Prowl x Jazz. Shattered Glassverse.)
Obsessed. That was the word Ricochet used to describe Jazz's fixation with the mech he owed his life to.
The mech had been in his processors, in every thought cycle after cycle, and soon the thoughts became dreams, dreams that leaked through the weak telepathic link he shared with Ricochet. Jazz was not happy with the revelation, as he made a point to keep himself blissfully and purposefully unaware of Ricochet's liaisons, if he had any. He didn't trust the mech to keep quiet for long about his fascination with Prowl.
Shortly after his return and after being attended, elaborating some careful lie to justify the foreign plating that protected his injury, Jazz began to sneak out of Iacon, trying to distract himself from that mech's presence within his processors and, more recently, his ember.
Prowl was definitely a fine looking mech, so Jazz wasn't surprised he found him attractive and desirable. The feeling of wanting to keep him safe despite their opposing factions, however, the genuine feelings growing within his ember towards him were beginning to upset Optimus Prime's bodyguard. He was certain that, if the mech ever fell upon Autobot hands, Jazz would do anything within his power to convince Prime to let him keep Prowl for himself, just so he'd know nobody would ever harm him.
Was it really just an obsession as Ricochet said? Or was it something else? He couldn't understand it, and it was becoming frustrating, even somewhat scary.
I'll upload the songs/link to proper videos when I'm dry and dressed~
01 - Welcome to the Jungle. (2007 Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz. Prowlicade-verse.)
It wouldn't be until Jazz came within vicinity of the planet called Earth that he could find creatures that could equal the zeal of friends left behind when Optimus Prime's elite pursued the All Spark.
Animals. That's how humans would have described the frontline warrior twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were so fierce, so brutal, so reckless and crude. Jazz remembered the first time he saw them in action, it was like watching finely tuned machines created merely for destruction and devastation. Their power was so raw, and destructive. The twins that spoke to him when out of a battle were different to the twins he saw in the battle field. Insane was the word that most seemed to fit with them. The way their optics blazed with unrestrained power and savage need to rip through something always made Jazz feel the tiniest bit of sympathy for the sparkless drones that were victims of the twins' raw power which was difficult to restrain.
The same raw power that had the twins in the waiting list for forced deactivation, as no unit could keep them in line, until Prowl took them under his proverbial wing, and through some careful manipulation --Jazz couldn't think of a better word to express it; of Sunstreaker's protective feelings towards his twin, he managed to tame the 'beasts'. Jazz couldn't help but wonder, if the nearly deranged mechs he saw in battle were very subdued in comparison, just how terrifying the twins were before Prowl got through with them. It did explain the fatherly bond he seemed to share with them, and why Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took his loss to the Decepticons as hard as he did. Explained why they turned their over protectiveness towards Jazz, and were loath to see him go while they had to stay behind. They wanted to protect Jazz, as they felt they owed that to Prowl. Jazz felt he owed them to find Prowl and bring them all together, like that family they turned into in the middle of that jungle that Cybertron had become.
02 - I Saw Her Standing There. (Smokescreen x Chromia. IC-Verse.)
To say their first meeting was rocky was an understatement. She was a proud and well trained military femme, rivaling her brother's skills in the battle field and an excellent sharp shooter. Ascended to nobility through hard work and effort, and no small amount of talent.
He was a wealthy noble, born with a silver sparkplug. A player that fluttered from femme to femme as better fit him, none capable of holding his interest after a couple of interfaces at best, an outing or two at the worst.
She was beautiful in a way other femmes were not, she had a regal air about herself, she knew herself better than other femmes and wasn't afraid to get dirty to prove it. The disdain in her optics when he first approached her made him desire her even more.
To fall in love in the middle of a wrestling match that neither won, had to rank really high in Smokescreen's 'most unusual' romantic endeavors. The interfacing that followed only served to make him want this femme all for himself.
03 - This is Love. (Prowl x Jazz.)
He did not know why he was there again. Prowl couldn't begin to fathom why he was huddled in that dark corner in the local energon bar where mechs and femmes alike sought to inebriate themselves and have a 'slagging good time'. He wasn't exactly having the best time of his life, no.
At least not until he showed up. Prowl watched the visored mech go straight for the dance floor, falling into synchrony with the music right away, dancing away whatever plagued his spark. Dancing away whichever unsavory task he had to perform earlier on that same orn. How many mechs' energon stained his hands that orn?
Prowl smiled, watching from afar the dancing saboteur, admiring the mech that bordered perfection on his optics. The streamlined shape, the beautiful contrast of curves and sharp edges, the attractive face Prowl had seen smiling and scowling in equal measure. Prowl contented himself watching in the shadows, but he was not the only one watching.
Jazz danced his way towards the tables at the far end, making a bee line for the tactician's table. Prowl quickly looked down to his barely touched cube of high-grade, pretending to be deep in thought. A black hand grasped his own white one, and a strong but gentle tug made him stand. He wanted to say something, keep up appearances, but he was given no room for any thoughts.
Jazz's free hand wrapped over the back of Prowl's neck and pulled him down for a lazy kiss, leaving the tactician stunned, completely at loss of words. Jazz beamed a grin at him, and tugged his hand a little harder, dragging him onto the dancing floor. Prowl couldn't remember anything of what happened afterwards, for the world around them dissolved into nothing. All he could see and feel was the saboteur dancing with him, to be pulled down again for another kiss which he returned gladly.
04 - Duele El Amor. (Sunstreaker x Bluestreak. Prowl x Jazz implied, Sideswipe.)
It hurt so much to watch him like this, broken, fragile, that proud warrior curled up on their creators' berth, black helm decorated with golden fins pressed against Jazz's lap, a golden hand gripping Prowl's white one. Curled like a sparkling, seeking his parents' comfort. Comfort Prowl and Jazz dished out without qualms for their sparkling.
Sideswipe watched his twin mourning his loss. Sideswipe knew Sunstreaker had no one to blame but himself. Both of them wanted to be angry with Bluestreak, they both wanted to blame him for this, but neither could do it. Neither could, in all honesty believe their break up was Bluestreak's fault.
Bluestreak hurt, as well, finding solace in Smokescreen's presence, for the gunner couldn't bring himself to seek the comfort of the mechs that took him under their wings. Prowl and Jazz were as much Bluestreak's parents as they were Sunstreaker's and Sideswipe's, but even now, the younger Datsun knew he couldn't seek comfort with them, not when Sunstreaker needed it just as bad.
Sideswipe whispered a quiet prayer, pleading for a reconciliation. All his family was now hurting, and he wanted nothing more than ease the pain his twin felt, to ease the pain Bluestreak felt, and the pain Prowl and Jazz felt due to all their children being unhappy and hurting.
05 - Catch a Fire. (Inferno x Red Alert. 2007verse.)
"Catch me!" Red Alert would never openly admit it, but the thrill of the 'hunt' made him feel so alive, so balanced and well with the universe. He couldn't feel, at all, bothered by those voices in his processors that used to plague him back on Cybertron.
No, here, on earth, speeding up as far as the legal limits would permit him, Red Alert felt nothing but contentment. Swerving from side to side, speeding and spinning, turning twists with a control that few would believe he actually had, the Lamborghini Gallardo smiled inwardly as the sirens blared behind him, and the fire engine chased after him, keeping up with the teasing swerving, as if Red Alert was swaying his spoiler teasingly, beckoning Inferno to catch him and claim his prize.
That was exactly what Inferno intended to do. He chased the slick white and red Lamborghini down a deserted portion of the highway. The sunset light over Red Alert's paint job made his red portion look almost as if on fire. A fire Inferno wanted to catch and contain in his arms, to engulf it and claim as his own. Red Alert was a fire that Inferno did not wish to extinguish, but rather fuel it, let that fire consume his soul. How he loved this side of Red Alert, the side only he was allowed to see, a humbling honor the fire engine was thankful to receive.
06 - Nemo. (Prowl x Jazz. Shattered Glassverse.)
Obsessed. That was the word Ricochet used to describe Jazz's fixation with the mech he owed his life to.
The mech had been in his processors, in every thought cycle after cycle, and soon the thoughts became dreams, dreams that leaked through the weak telepathic link he shared with Ricochet. Jazz was not happy with the revelation, as he made a point to keep himself blissfully and purposefully unaware of Ricochet's liaisons, if he had any. He didn't trust the mech to keep quiet for long about his fascination with Prowl.
Shortly after his return and after being attended, elaborating some careful lie to justify the foreign plating that protected his injury, Jazz began to sneak out of Iacon, trying to distract himself from that mech's presence within his processors and, more recently, his ember.
Prowl was definitely a fine looking mech, so Jazz wasn't surprised he found him attractive and desirable. The feeling of wanting to keep him safe despite their opposing factions, however, the genuine feelings growing within his ember towards him were beginning to upset Optimus Prime's bodyguard. He was certain that, if the mech ever fell upon Autobot hands, Jazz would do anything within his power to convince Prime to let him keep Prowl for himself, just so he'd know nobody would ever harm him.
Was it really just an obsession as Ricochet said? Or was it something else? He couldn't understand it, and it was becoming frustrating, even somewhat scary.