Randomness
Title: What is art?
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sludge
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: An artist enjoys recognition - sadly, the Ark doesn’t have enough room for all the budding artists.
Prompt: 1. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Sludge would not be moved. “Engraving is art.”
Sunstreaker nodded. “Granted. But painting is better.”
“Anymech can toss paint on a canvas and call it art.” The Dinobot insisted.
The two artists glared at each other, refusing to budge from their stance.
In the background, ignored by the mechs, Tracks raised a cube of high-grade. “Is your brother always this high-strung when it comes to his paintings?”
Sideswipe sipped his cube. “Are you always so narcissist on the wax-brand you use?”
“Touché’” Tracks listened to Sludge and Sunstreaker argue the merits of different art styles and materials. “Engraving is talent.”
Title: Objections or Reassurances
Characters: Silverbolt, Fireflight
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: Do take time to figure out everyone’s opinion before rushing headlong on a path.
Prompt: 2. "If you think he is staying here, you can think again!"
Silverbolt vented. “Fireflight,” he paused, trying to put his question in words.
Fireflight hugged First Aid closer. “Can we keep him?”
“Pretty sure Hot Spot will be missing his medic.” Skydive supported Silverbolt. “You should let Aid return to his team.”
Fireflight walked forward, trying to get into the Aerialbot quarters. “Next orn, please?”
“Fireflight,” Silverbolt vented again, wondering how he could remind his teammate that not everyone liked cuddling.
The Protectobot spoke up, eliminating the need to ask.
He snuggled deeper in Fireflight’s grasp. “I don’t’ mind - Spot’s been trying to get me to take more time off anyway.”
Title: Being the greatest
Characters: OC - original character
Series: Any/All - Pre War
Rating: K+
Summary: Old Hatred rises up, influencing the generations to come
Prompt: 3. Scenario: a private balcony
Convoy, dark blue and steel gray surveyed the world below from his private refuge. He smirked upon seeing the thousands and thousands of ground-pounders below, working to support his lifestyle.
The world was good, with the lower-castes having sufficient means to survive, and the upper castes not needing to work themselves into exhaustion just supporting their basic needs.
The mech looked some more, spotted a flyer coming from beyond the horizon. His face lost all semblance of a smile.
Seekers. Convoy sneered.
How dare they come to his city? There was nothing he could do that others failed able to surpass.
Except for flight. In this one aspect, Seekers had no equal. And that wasn’t right, because HE, Convoy, was THE BEST!
Title: Workaholic
Characters: Prowl
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: There’s a reason some mechs spend every spare moment at work - and it might not be the ‘why’ you think it is.
Prompt: 4. Lazy
Jazz poked his head into Prowl’s office. “You gonna work on the reports all night, again?”
Prowl glared over the top of the current datapad. “They need to be read, filed, and summarized for the other officers.”
“Prowler, the other officers submitted those reports. Come on, all good little mechs and femmes are in bed.”
“Jazz, how many times do I need to remind you that I am not a youngling? That we aren’t humans?”
“As many times as I have to remind you to refuel.” Jazz retorted. “Now, off ta bed, ‘for I sic Ratchet on ya and ya recharge habits. Or lack of.”
Prwol stood up. Stormed out of the office, locking the door behind him. He paused at the threshold to his private quarters.
He didn’t need to recharge in his berth. But, it was easier to do so in the privacy of closed quarters than in a moderately-public office with no comfortable recharge station.
Prowl vented, stepped through. Kept the lights dim, so he didn’t have to see the state of the floor or the mess of mementos covering every flat surface. Jazz was right - he needed to recharge.
Cleaning his quarters could be done when he had a free moment. Right now, it was time to recharge.
Title: Hidden Aspects
Characters: Elita 1, Optimus Prime
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: What everyone knows may not be entirly accurate.
Prompt: 5. Choose a prompt from this master prompt list; 2nd April 2011 “Skillet: The Older I Get”
Optimus Prime gazed into Elita’s optics. “I missed you.”
Elita gazed back. “I missed you too, Optimus.”
Optimus looked away first. “As co-leaders we are great.”
“But as time-and-trial tested bonded mech and femme,” Elita grimaced. “We don’t have the spark.”
Optimus leaned back, grateful that his officers gave him total privacy whenever Elita and her team of femmes managed to visit. He watched her leaned back, wished one of his officers would find an emergency that would interrupt their alone time. “Do we continue the deception about us, that the Autobots have come to expect?”
Elita vented. “If we must.” She stood up. “Optimus, if I can take out Megatron, I would. But I can’t - so you need to end this war, A.S.A.P. Before one of us dies permanently.”
“Agreed.” Optimus spoke with a heavy spark, knowing the opportunity to restore peace with Megatron had passed long before their extremely-long stasis nap. “I am sorry for hurting you with my absence.”
“Get Cybertron repaired, and I’ll be able to forgive you.” Elita felt, did not acknowledge the pain that still impacted her spark, too deep for any medic to fix.
Title: United
Characters: Autobot Ensemble -
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: Some things are best finished - the debate is in HOW it’s supposed to be done.
Prompt: 6. An unsolved mystery
Spike read the last words of The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Cleared his throat. “That’s the official ending.”
“I don’t believe it.” Gears growled. “Dick Datchery’s not properly explained!”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hound asked. “Dick Datchery’s really Edwin Drood.”
Huffer had a question. “Does that mean John Jasper’s been sent on a wild goose chase?”
“Well, where did Neville Landless go, if the uncle’s not guilty of murder?” Windcharger gave his own opinion of the text.
“Guys!” Spike interrupted before the audience could break into a shouting match. “While Charles Dickens didn’t publish a proper ending, there have been several dozen attempts to finish the book.”
“Me Slag ask you, Spike, to read ending.” The metal Triceratops politely told the human storyteller to find one version to read them.
Skids nodded. He didn’t care if it was a proper ‘ending’ or not - so long as the story was finished!
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sludge
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: An artist enjoys recognition - sadly, the Ark doesn’t have enough room for all the budding artists.
Prompt: 1. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Sludge would not be moved. “Engraving is art.”
Sunstreaker nodded. “Granted. But painting is better.”
“Anymech can toss paint on a canvas and call it art.” The Dinobot insisted.
The two artists glared at each other, refusing to budge from their stance.
In the background, ignored by the mechs, Tracks raised a cube of high-grade. “Is your brother always this high-strung when it comes to his paintings?”
Sideswipe sipped his cube. “Are you always so narcissist on the wax-brand you use?”
“Touché’” Tracks listened to Sludge and Sunstreaker argue the merits of different art styles and materials. “Engraving is talent.”
Title: Objections or Reassurances
Characters: Silverbolt, Fireflight
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: Do take time to figure out everyone’s opinion before rushing headlong on a path.
Prompt: 2. "If you think he is staying here, you can think again!"
Silverbolt vented. “Fireflight,” he paused, trying to put his question in words.
Fireflight hugged First Aid closer. “Can we keep him?”
“Pretty sure Hot Spot will be missing his medic.” Skydive supported Silverbolt. “You should let Aid return to his team.”
Fireflight walked forward, trying to get into the Aerialbot quarters. “Next orn, please?”
“Fireflight,” Silverbolt vented again, wondering how he could remind his teammate that not everyone liked cuddling.
The Protectobot spoke up, eliminating the need to ask.
He snuggled deeper in Fireflight’s grasp. “I don’t’ mind - Spot’s been trying to get me to take more time off anyway.”
Title: Being the greatest
Characters: OC - original character
Series: Any/All - Pre War
Rating: K+
Summary: Old Hatred rises up, influencing the generations to come
Prompt: 3. Scenario: a private balcony
Convoy, dark blue and steel gray surveyed the world below from his private refuge. He smirked upon seeing the thousands and thousands of ground-pounders below, working to support his lifestyle.
The world was good, with the lower-castes having sufficient means to survive, and the upper castes not needing to work themselves into exhaustion just supporting their basic needs.
The mech looked some more, spotted a flyer coming from beyond the horizon. His face lost all semblance of a smile.
Seekers. Convoy sneered.
How dare they come to his city? There was nothing he could do that others failed able to surpass.
Except for flight. In this one aspect, Seekers had no equal. And that wasn’t right, because HE, Convoy, was THE BEST!
Title: Workaholic
Characters: Prowl
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: There’s a reason some mechs spend every spare moment at work - and it might not be the ‘why’ you think it is.
Prompt: 4. Lazy
Jazz poked his head into Prowl’s office. “You gonna work on the reports all night, again?”
Prowl glared over the top of the current datapad. “They need to be read, filed, and summarized for the other officers.”
“Prowler, the other officers submitted those reports. Come on, all good little mechs and femmes are in bed.”
“Jazz, how many times do I need to remind you that I am not a youngling? That we aren’t humans?”
“As many times as I have to remind you to refuel.” Jazz retorted. “Now, off ta bed, ‘for I sic Ratchet on ya and ya recharge habits. Or lack of.”
Prwol stood up. Stormed out of the office, locking the door behind him. He paused at the threshold to his private quarters.
He didn’t need to recharge in his berth. But, it was easier to do so in the privacy of closed quarters than in a moderately-public office with no comfortable recharge station.
Prowl vented, stepped through. Kept the lights dim, so he didn’t have to see the state of the floor or the mess of mementos covering every flat surface. Jazz was right - he needed to recharge.
Cleaning his quarters could be done when he had a free moment. Right now, it was time to recharge.
Title: Hidden Aspects
Characters: Elita 1, Optimus Prime
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: What everyone knows may not be entirly accurate.
Prompt: 5. Choose a prompt from this master prompt list; 2nd April 2011 “Skillet: The Older I Get”
Optimus Prime gazed into Elita’s optics. “I missed you.”
Elita gazed back. “I missed you too, Optimus.”
Optimus looked away first. “As co-leaders we are great.”
“But as time-and-trial tested bonded mech and femme,” Elita grimaced. “We don’t have the spark.”
Optimus leaned back, grateful that his officers gave him total privacy whenever Elita and her team of femmes managed to visit. He watched her leaned back, wished one of his officers would find an emergency that would interrupt their alone time. “Do we continue the deception about us, that the Autobots have come to expect?”
Elita vented. “If we must.” She stood up. “Optimus, if I can take out Megatron, I would. But I can’t - so you need to end this war, A.S.A.P. Before one of us dies permanently.”
“Agreed.” Optimus spoke with a heavy spark, knowing the opportunity to restore peace with Megatron had passed long before their extremely-long stasis nap. “I am sorry for hurting you with my absence.”
“Get Cybertron repaired, and I’ll be able to forgive you.” Elita felt, did not acknowledge the pain that still impacted her spark, too deep for any medic to fix.
Title: United
Characters: Autobot Ensemble -
Series: Generation 1
Rating: K
Summary: Some things are best finished - the debate is in HOW it’s supposed to be done.
Prompt: 6. An unsolved mystery
Spike read the last words of The Mystery of Edwin Drood. Cleared his throat. “That’s the official ending.”
“I don’t believe it.” Gears growled. “Dick Datchery’s not properly explained!”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hound asked. “Dick Datchery’s really Edwin Drood.”
Huffer had a question. “Does that mean John Jasper’s been sent on a wild goose chase?”
“Well, where did Neville Landless go, if the uncle’s not guilty of murder?” Windcharger gave his own opinion of the text.
“Guys!” Spike interrupted before the audience could break into a shouting match. “While Charles Dickens didn’t publish a proper ending, there have been several dozen attempts to finish the book.”
“Me Slag ask you, Spike, to read ending.” The metal Triceratops politely told the human storyteller to find one version to read them.
Skids nodded. He didn’t care if it was a proper ‘ending’ or not - so long as the story was finished!