*wolf dribbles everywhere*
I've been writing at work. These are vocabulary-oriented drabbles. So, feel free to nitpick word abuse and misuse. Multi-fandom drabble set: (2) TF G1, (1)TF as Dragons, (2) TMNT.
I feel like I should say more, but my brain is so dead right now. Ehhhh, yeah, I wrote these today, and since they're vocabulary-oriented exercises, I'm not gonna worry so much about polishing these up. (hope I won't regret this...
Oh! and no pairings in this set. Usual suspects. yada yada yada...
#1 (TF)
Sideswipe saw the missile before it hit. Thirty tons of explosive warhead that struck the side of the Tower.
An audio shattering explosion. A flash so bright and searing in its intensity that his relays ran hot and his optics cut off out of reflex. Gritel* and struts rained down on his plating, leaving dents and pockmarks where they struck; long strips of scratched paint.
Terror twisted his systems and he booted up his optics as soon as they let him. The light had already faded, but he could still see the bright rays of his future fading into evanescence.
*concrete-like metal
#2 (TMNT)
Everyone dropped to the ground at the sudden rataplanning of machine guns. Leonardo cursed his shell. He knew it was sticking up over the vent. FUCK! This had so not been on the program tonight!
#3 (TF)
The forest sang around him: small insects chirping, the howl of some wolf, the low calls of owls. The sun had long since sank behind the mountains, and Jazz had started his vespertine routine. The Ark had closed behind him, and even the sensor flowers shut their petals. His comrades rose and fell with the sun of their new home, their alien bodies demanding so different a pattern than their normal megacycle long duty rotations. It left him and Mirage to cover the nightly patrols, and he couldn’t even count on Mirage, in truth. At least, not until they regained the mech-beast’s spark. Still, he supposed he should be grateful for the company every night. Even Bumblebee had succumbed to the other’s diurnal habits.
He supposed he shouldn’t complain. He had his sight back, and since rearranging his recharge schedule to match what his new body demanded, he found his growing temper had evened out, perhaps even returned to normal. Certainly he hadn’t bitten anyone recently, though he still found cause to snarl at Prowl(rival) on occasion. This way, he didn’t have to worry about the sun burning his sensitive skin, or panting in the worst heat of the day (the Ark maintained a constant ambient temperature).
Jazz slunk back to the lookout post, where his black body, and even the white stripe of his crest, blended into the shadow of the mountain. He coiled himself comfortably, while Mirage continued to frolic in the grass.
Primus, he could use someone to talk to.
#4 (TMNT)
"Is everyone okay?”
Raphael missed the replies to Leo’s question as his head went under again, for a brief minute. A stroke of his hands and he broke the surface and spitting out a mouthful of foul sewer water. “Oh, yeah. Everything’s just hunky fuckin’dory.” A pause to catch the edge of the walk way with his uninjured hand. “Think ya can make a bigger explosion next time, Don?”
Donatello’s olive hand wrapped around Raphael’s wrist. More hands appeared on Raphael’s shoulders and shell, and hauled the heaviest turtle out of the water. Shaken and unbalanced by the explosion and resulting fall, they spilled onto their backs, with a loud ‘OOMPH’.
Donatello blinked up at Raph, and he grinned unrepentantly. “Look at is this way, at least the Foot can’t follow us now.”
Raphael and Leonardo both let out long-suffering sighs. Michelangelo did what Mikeys do best. He complained.
“That is so not fair. If I’da said anything like that, you guys would have smacked me. OW!! That was not an invitation, Raph!”
“Heh heh.”
#5 (TF)
SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK
“What the slag is that sound?”
SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK
“Someone's got mud in their feet.”
“You would know, wouldn't you Huffer?”
SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK
“... Sunny? Is that you?”
SQUK SQUK SQUK “Shut up, Sideswipe.” SQUK SQUK
“Where the slag did the prima donna get mud in his feet? He never leaves the roads unless we're in a battle!”
SQUK “What the slag is it to you, shorty?”
“Wouldn't be doing that if I were you, Sunny.”
SQUKSQUKSQUK “ Thought I told you to shut up. And you-”
KLANGUK
"Hey, lookit Huffer. He even squelches on the wall."
I feel like I should say more, but my brain is so dead right now. Ehhhh, yeah, I wrote these today, and since they're vocabulary-oriented exercises, I'm not gonna worry so much about polishing these up. (hope I won't regret this...
Oh! and no pairings in this set. Usual suspects. yada yada yada...
#1 (TF)
Sideswipe saw the missile before it hit. Thirty tons of explosive warhead that struck the side of the Tower.
An audio shattering explosion. A flash so bright and searing in its intensity that his relays ran hot and his optics cut off out of reflex. Gritel* and struts rained down on his plating, leaving dents and pockmarks where they struck; long strips of scratched paint.
Terror twisted his systems and he booted up his optics as soon as they let him. The light had already faded, but he could still see the bright rays of his future fading into evanescence.
*concrete-like metal
#2 (TMNT)
Everyone dropped to the ground at the sudden rataplanning of machine guns. Leonardo cursed his shell. He knew it was sticking up over the vent. FUCK! This had so not been on the program tonight!
#3 (TF)
The forest sang around him: small insects chirping, the howl of some wolf, the low calls of owls. The sun had long since sank behind the mountains, and Jazz had started his vespertine routine. The Ark had closed behind him, and even the sensor flowers shut their petals. His comrades rose and fell with the sun of their new home, their alien bodies demanding so different a pattern than their normal megacycle long duty rotations. It left him and Mirage to cover the nightly patrols, and he couldn’t even count on Mirage, in truth. At least, not until they regained the mech-beast’s spark. Still, he supposed he should be grateful for the company every night. Even Bumblebee had succumbed to the other’s diurnal habits.
He supposed he shouldn’t complain. He had his sight back, and since rearranging his recharge schedule to match what his new body demanded, he found his growing temper had evened out, perhaps even returned to normal. Certainly he hadn’t bitten anyone recently, though he still found cause to snarl at Prowl(rival) on occasion. This way, he didn’t have to worry about the sun burning his sensitive skin, or panting in the worst heat of the day (the Ark maintained a constant ambient temperature).
Jazz slunk back to the lookout post, where his black body, and even the white stripe of his crest, blended into the shadow of the mountain. He coiled himself comfortably, while Mirage continued to frolic in the grass.
Primus, he could use someone to talk to.
#4 (TMNT)
"Is everyone okay?”
Raphael missed the replies to Leo’s question as his head went under again, for a brief minute. A stroke of his hands and he broke the surface and spitting out a mouthful of foul sewer water. “Oh, yeah. Everything’s just hunky fuckin’dory.” A pause to catch the edge of the walk way with his uninjured hand. “Think ya can make a bigger explosion next time, Don?”
Donatello’s olive hand wrapped around Raphael’s wrist. More hands appeared on Raphael’s shoulders and shell, and hauled the heaviest turtle out of the water. Shaken and unbalanced by the explosion and resulting fall, they spilled onto their backs, with a loud ‘OOMPH’.
Donatello blinked up at Raph, and he grinned unrepentantly. “Look at is this way, at least the Foot can’t follow us now.”
Raphael and Leonardo both let out long-suffering sighs. Michelangelo did what Mikeys do best. He complained.
“That is so not fair. If I’da said anything like that, you guys would have smacked me. OW!! That was not an invitation, Raph!”
“Heh heh.”
#5 (TF)
SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK
“What the slag is that sound?”
SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK
“Someone's got mud in their feet.”
“You would know, wouldn't you Huffer?”
SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK SQUK
“... Sunny? Is that you?”
SQUK SQUK SQUK “Shut up, Sideswipe.” SQUK SQUK
“Where the slag did the prima donna get mud in his feet? He never leaves the roads unless we're in a battle!”
SQUK “What the slag is it to you, shorty?”
“Wouldn't be doing that if I were you, Sunny.”
SQUKSQUKSQUK “ Thought I told you to shut up. And you-”
KLANGUK
"Hey, lookit Huffer. He even squelches on the wall."