I've been wanting to do this for a while...
So... I'm off and kid-free tomorrow...
I don't think I have much planned in the afternoon. My muses are lazing about, though they can get moving with motivation. So.... motivation?
Request a character/pairing and a prompt and I will drabble for you...
Requests are open until later tonight, either when I decide I have enough, or before I go to bed. I ( Read more... )
I don't think I have much planned in the afternoon. My muses are lazing about, though they can get moving with motivation. So.... motivation?
Request a character/pairing and a prompt and I will drabble for you...
Requests are open until later tonight, either when I decide I have enough, or before I go to bed. I ( Read more... )
Prowl stopped in front of Ratchet’s desk, his hands full of little pieces of paper mache. “I thought Sideswipe was bad about tickets.”
Ratchet looked up, head canted to the side, brow ridge lifted in surprise.
The XO held out the bundle of paper mache.
Curious, Ratchet picked up one of the stray pieces that had fluttered to his desktop He blinked down at it and refocused his optics. It wasn't a random piece of paper. He put it back down and looked up at Prowl with narrowed optics. “So take care of them.”
Prowl dropped the entire bundle onto Ratchet's desk. “The question I have is just why you, an officer, have so many.”
Ratchet picked the tiny piece of paper up and glared at it in an attempt to focus on the teeny print. He correlated the date in his databanks and harumphed as he picked up another scraplet of paper. Then another. And another.
“These were all days I was aiding troubled humans...” He squinted at the teeny writing. “These are from those hospitals... what the slag...?”
Prowl crossed his arms under his bumper. “Ratchet, would you kindly recall that you are not a licensed medical vehicle. You don't have their permission to park in those spaces.” The officer tilted his head. “Why do you think I don't pursue criminals without express permission from both the human authorities and Optimus?"
Ratchet sputtered. “Of all the stupid, slagging... What the frag do you expect me to do?”
Prowl's doorwings twitched. “They are willing to simply ask that you perform community service rather than force you to pay these fines.”
“Oh, how nice of them.”
“You will be assisting the local squads on your own time, servicing them as an ambulance. You will be given the proper licensing for this as well.”
“...” Ratchet facepalmed.
Jazz/Sideswipe - Window Shopping
Sideswipe always thought he was the childish* one. It never failed to surprise him when Jazz would suddenly squeal like a sparkling and pounce on a display, as though he intended on smashing straight through the holographic device.
“Oh, I've always wanted one'a these!”
Sideswipe eyed the display and rolled his head. “Don't you have enough bass as it is?”
“What? Never! I ain't gonna be happy till these things are weapons!”
Sideswipe blew a burst of static from his vocalizer. “I would think you would be pretty slagging close by now.”
“Nope, still gotta few gigajoules to go before I'm there.”
Sideswipe snorted from his vents and snagged a shoulder mag-plate. “No. I don't have the funds for that right now.” He did however make a note of it for next Primval though.
*translated from the Cybertronian equivalent
:D Of Course you knew I'd take the second one. :D (ZOMG I never knew you liked this pairing!! >.> :P Sorry if the last one seems so lame?)
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Both are so cute!!
Please, continue them both :D MOAR!!!!!
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I forgot to include that the PuRty one is quite likely able to fit in Elita-verse. And JaSSy could possibly fit into the same verse as the other JaSSy prompt. :)
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