2) my gods, some people's kids. I'd respond with something like "sure, you can use my stuff after calling me a thief, but only the pronouns he, she and it or the articles a, an and the. they're open source."
3) 1) Give me a pairing. Beachcomber/Bumblebee 2) Give me an AU setting, or non-AU scene or basic mini plot. Space Pirates!
(Okay, it kind of went more than three sentences. Oops.)
The game had started when they had all been very, very young; it branched out from boredom back during peace times and, every once in a while, came back whenever they had some private time to themselves.
The others probably wouldn't understand it, so they never asked anyone but their own to join in on their play; the minibots, after all, almost all came from the same factory line and had always shared a close bond.
"Space pirate swords for everybody!" Beachcomber was more enthusiastic than usual as he tossed out the fake swords he had probably made himself; they had far too much glitter covering them.
Bumblebee made a mental note to ask which human supplier Beachcomber got so much glitter from in the first place. "I call dibs on the captain role!" With that, he grabbed The Hat and took his spot at the imaginary ship's wheel.
Watching Optimus die had been, singularly, the worst thing he had ever seen in his life.
Witnessing the subsequent rampage of Decepticons was a close second; when Megatron not only gave the order to kill but partook in it himself, it came with a flourish.
Body parts and viscera rained from the sky; feeling his own skull crack beneath the grip of the Decepticon Lord, however, came with an odd sense of peace.
Honestly, things had just started to settle down around here; what was starting to happen was just a little too much.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Came from a stunned Skywarp some distance away. "Really? Megs wants to tap THAT?!"
He wasn't alone; Autobots and Decepticons alike -- hiding, because, really, no one wanted to be caught spying on THAT -- gaped and whispered amongst themselves as Megatron openly tried to flirt with a meek and similarly shellshocked Bluestreak.
When hope crashed, it crashed hard; every day, it seemed, someone would hit upon the realization that there was no getting out of this.
In the cells, you could tell when it happened; someone would cry, weep or yell in despair, at the horrid, sudden knowledge that it could only get worse from here.
It took longer than most for Red Alert; when it did, it came only from Starscream standing in front of the open cell door, smirking in a way that could only be described as dark.
Screw it, I'LL WRITE 'EM ALL, BWAHAHAH. I'm so bored.
1: Mirage/Jazz:
This was honestly starting to drive him crazy; it couldn't keep on going like this.
It was absurd, it was unconscionable; it was simply not a way for a noble -- or the potential mate of a noble -- to act!
"Jazz!" Mirage shrieked -- or, rather, spoke at an acceptable level -- as he stalked in to the low-tier bar to drag Jazz out. "What have I told you about 'karaoke night'?!"
Soundwave/Blaster:
It wasn't an every day thing for two carrier types to be involved in a relationship; when they did, it was even less uncommon for it to last this long.
Ordinarily, it was for a very good reason -- or, well, several very good reasons; Blaster was now seeing that for himself.
"Oh, Primus." The red mech gaped as soon as he walked in to the living room; Soundwave sat on the couch, still and unmoving, bearing nothing more than deep resignation and, curiously, glitter, as all twenty-nine cassettes danced, whooped, and made a terrible mess of the furniture.
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2) my gods, some people's kids. I'd respond with something like "sure, you can use my stuff after calling me a thief, but only the pronouns he, she and it or the articles a, an and the. they're open source."
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1) Give me a pairing. Beachcomber/Bumblebee
2) Give me an AU setting, or non-AU scene or basic mini plot. Space Pirates!
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The game had started when they had all been very, very young; it branched out from boredom back during peace times and, every once in a while, came back whenever they had some private time to themselves.
The others probably wouldn't understand it, so they never asked anyone but their own to join in on their play; the minibots, after all, almost all came from the same factory line and had always shared a close bond.
"Space pirate swords for everybody!" Beachcomber was more enthusiastic than usual as he tossed out the fake swords he had probably made himself; they had far too much glitter covering them.
Bumblebee made a mental note to ask which human supplier Beachcomber got so much glitter from in the first place. "I call dibs on the captain role!" With that, he grabbed The Hat and took his spot at the imaginary ship's wheel.
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...i kind of want a glitter pirate sword now.
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2) Definitely see Eerian's answer.
3) Ratchet/Megatron. At the end.
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Witnessing the subsequent rampage of Decepticons was a close second; when Megatron not only gave the order to kill but partook in it himself, it came with a flourish.
Body parts and viscera rained from the sky; feeling his own skull crack beneath the grip of the Decepticon Lord, however, came with an odd sense of peace.
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AU setting: peace has been declared, on with the courting!
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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Came from a stunned Skywarp some distance away. "Really? Megs wants to tap THAT?!"
He wasn't alone; Autobots and Decepticons alike -- hiding, because, really, no one wanted to be caught spying on THAT -- gaped and whispered amongst themselves as Megatron openly tried to flirt with a meek and similarly shellshocked Bluestreak.
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In the cells, you could tell when it happened; someone would cry, weep or yell in despair, at the horrid, sudden knowledge that it could only get worse from here.
It took longer than most for Red Alert; when it did, it came only from Starscream standing in front of the open cell door, smirking in a way that could only be described as dark.
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Soundwave/Blaster
Ratchet/Hook
Steeljaw/Ravage
Red Alert/Dead End
Whichever of those you feel you can write in a war didn't happen scenario.
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1: Mirage/Jazz:
This was honestly starting to drive him crazy; it couldn't keep on going like this.
It was absurd, it was unconscionable; it was simply not a way for a noble -- or the potential mate of a noble -- to act!
"Jazz!" Mirage shrieked -- or, rather, spoke at an acceptable level -- as he stalked in to the low-tier bar to drag Jazz out. "What have I told you about 'karaoke night'?!"
Soundwave/Blaster:
It wasn't an every day thing for two carrier types to be involved in a relationship; when they did, it was even less uncommon for it to last this long.
Ordinarily, it was for a very good reason -- or, well, several very good reasons; Blaster was now seeing that for himself.
"Oh, Primus." The red mech gaped as soon as he walked in to the living room; Soundwave sat on the couch, still and unmoving, bearing nothing more than deep resignation and, curiously, glitter, as all twenty-nine cassettes danced, whooped, and made a terrible mess of the furniture.
Ratchet/Hook: ( ... )
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