I'm really a man in a woman's body. But it's okay honey, I'm homosexual.
Title: The Nine Rings of Vos: Oppression
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Sometimes you win and... sometimes you don't. You really, really don't.
Timeline: More fic here.
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(In which poor Twister is left to twist in the wind.)
Twister stared awestruck at the black and purple Etesian who finished his dance to a thunderous applause from the patrons of the club. It was a high-end place, populated more by Seekers looking for Art than by those seeking trine. Still, when opportunity knocked… It took some skilful manoeuvring but soon Twister was standing next to the dancer at the bar and turning on the charm.
“Hey, that was an amazing dance. Will you let me buy you a drink to show my admiration?” Twister did not wait for an answer, gesturing smoothly to the Flightless barkeep, who slid a pair of glowing cubes across the bar top with a smirk. The dancer turned slowly to look at Twister curiously, and Twister felt his internals shiver at the life and energy that came with the other Skyborn’s regard. The electric flow of the dancer’s spark emissions was everything Twister had ever hoped for. Leaning in confidently - because a perfect moment like this was meant to be seized - Twister tilted his wings in invitation. “My designation is Twister. What’s yours.”
The dark dancer laughed, a bright, lively sound that made Twister’s circuits tingle. Oh Primus, how had he gotten so lucky? This had to be it. It could not possibly be anything else.
“It’s Skywarp.” The black and violet Skyborn said, and Twister’s spark thrilled at the notes of that name. Leaning in, Twister readied himself to issue an invitation. He politely forestalled his own words though, since Skywarp was not yet finished speaking. Such a lovely voice Skywarp had, Twister could listen to it all cycle. “Sorry mech, but I’m not interested.”
Excellent now he could-
… Wait. What?
Oblivious to the effect of his words, Skywarp stood up and sauntered away, energon cube in hand. Left behind without a second thought, Twister reeled, stung and stunned by the rejection he had never seen coming.
/…/
“That should be everything you ordered.” The blue Euros said, the deep voice rumbling like a physical touch over Twister’s chassis.
“Ah! Yes…” Twister fought to pull himself out of his daze. Just being close to the merchant was making his spark shiver in excitement. This time he was sure he had found his match. Twister shifted closer to the trader with an inviting smile. “Thanks for your help. My designation’s Twister. Do you mind if I ask when you get off shift? Maybe we can go out somewhere.”
“I’m Thundercracker.” The blue Skyborn returned after a long moment, looking amused. “Sorry, but I’ve already got plans for later. Plus, you aren’t really my type.”
Twister made an odd strangled sound as the sickening lurch of being turned down again stole his voice. Not another false alarm!
Thundercracker snorted and shook his head, leaving Twister behind with his order and invoice without making a single look back.
/…/
Twister looked up from his workstation and felt his spark go into delirious spasms of joy as the single most gorgeous Skyborn he had ever seen stalked through the entrance doors. Next to this Euroclydon, everyone else was mere background noise. He moved as if he owned the room, and he knew it. He was heading right for Twister’s desk.
“Hello!” Twister could not stop the stupid grin from forming. “My name is Twister? How can I help you this cycle?”
“I am Starscream.” The other Skyborn rasped sharply as Twister castigated himself for being unable to say anything more interesting than the usual drone-drivel. Starscream - a fitting name for such a glorious Seeker! Starscream did not seem to care that Twister had lost the ability to make decent conversation. Twister’s mind sang rhapsodies of joy, arias of exultation to this destined, pivotal moment of his life when he would finally hear the words he had been longing to hear spoken. Starscream’s intensity was an almost physical sensation as he spoke. “I have come to formally register my intent to bond.”
Twister froze, experience making him cautious, and chose his next words carefully. “Aren’t you moving a little fast? We’ve only just met!”
Or not so carefully… Twister shrank in his seat as Starscream gave his an odd look.
“Are you an idiot or just failing to be humorous?” Starscream demanded, huffing impatiently. “Never mind. I’ve already completed the forms. Just give me the fragging bottle so I can get out of here already.”
Twister had to scramble to catch the data pad that was flung at him. Automatically checking the file, Twister’s mind went blank in shock. Numbly, Twister retrieved the bottle of Blessed Winds and handed it over to a twitchy Starscream.
“Finally!” Snatching the container from the clerk’s hand, the tricoloured Seeker stalked away as quickly as he had arrived.
Twister was alone again with only a data pad for company… a datapad that formally proclaimed the intent of Starscream, Skywarp and Thundercracker to form a trine.
“Aargh!” Twister screamed in frustration and began beating his head against the desktop. It was official. Some malevolent higher power enjoyed tormenting him and laughed at his suffering. The howling torment of his lonely spark was for the twisted amusement of cruel, cruel fate, the four-faced glitch.
Whining pathetically, Twister slumped down in his seat and started counting down the breems until his shift was over and he could go out and get absolutely cratered.
“I hate my life.” Seething in resentment, Twister pouted and shoved the datapad vindictively into the pile of unprocessed files for the next shift. Settling in for a good sulk, Twister began to compose a new batch of badly depressed poetry.
(Word Count: 930)
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Twister is... yeah. Some time ago, when I posted the Courtship of Starscream, someone asked me to write about the guy Screamer got the celebration booze from trying to jump him. Twister is the only one who showed up for the audition. He's kinda cute... in a moronic sort of way. XP
So I'm either going to put some effort into my cosplay and go as some incarnation of Starscream, or I'm going to be my usual lazy self and just buy blue face paint, make a Decepticon patch, and go as a Nebulan Powermaster... It's probably cheaper and less bulky to go as a Nebulan. (Not to mention the costume will be less sweltering. I'm Canadian. Wearing a robot suit in Florida is just asking for heat stroke.) So hey, who feels like being a Nebulan with me? ♥ It'll certainly mean less luggage. My dioramas for the art contest are going to take up enough space as it is.
Speaking of dioramas, I'm doing two. The Flying Citadel of Vos and the Praxus Crystal Gardens. Vos is actually going to rotate, since I'm motorizing it. XP And the crystal gardens will be an exercise in the many uses of gelatin. I'll also be entering statues of Glitterblind and Winbringer into the Original Figure contest. I've yet to decide what to do for the 2D contests, but have been considering submitting Sleepy Seekerlings for the computer generated art category. Opinions? Suggestions? What would you like to see me draw?
Here there be dragons! Remember peeps, giving me an egg means you get extra goodies! XD You all have coriopsis to thank for the double installment this weekend. ♥ Thanks for the egg hun! ♥♥
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A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Sometimes you win and... sometimes you don't. You really, really don't.
Timeline: More fic here.
=/=
(In which poor Twister is left to twist in the wind.)
Twister stared awestruck at the black and purple Etesian who finished his dance to a thunderous applause from the patrons of the club. It was a high-end place, populated more by Seekers looking for Art than by those seeking trine. Still, when opportunity knocked… It took some skilful manoeuvring but soon Twister was standing next to the dancer at the bar and turning on the charm.
“Hey, that was an amazing dance. Will you let me buy you a drink to show my admiration?” Twister did not wait for an answer, gesturing smoothly to the Flightless barkeep, who slid a pair of glowing cubes across the bar top with a smirk. The dancer turned slowly to look at Twister curiously, and Twister felt his internals shiver at the life and energy that came with the other Skyborn’s regard. The electric flow of the dancer’s spark emissions was everything Twister had ever hoped for. Leaning in confidently - because a perfect moment like this was meant to be seized - Twister tilted his wings in invitation. “My designation is Twister. What’s yours.”
The dark dancer laughed, a bright, lively sound that made Twister’s circuits tingle. Oh Primus, how had he gotten so lucky? This had to be it. It could not possibly be anything else.
“It’s Skywarp.” The black and violet Skyborn said, and Twister’s spark thrilled at the notes of that name. Leaning in, Twister readied himself to issue an invitation. He politely forestalled his own words though, since Skywarp was not yet finished speaking. Such a lovely voice Skywarp had, Twister could listen to it all cycle. “Sorry mech, but I’m not interested.”
Excellent now he could-
… Wait. What?
Oblivious to the effect of his words, Skywarp stood up and sauntered away, energon cube in hand. Left behind without a second thought, Twister reeled, stung and stunned by the rejection he had never seen coming.
/…/
“That should be everything you ordered.” The blue Euros said, the deep voice rumbling like a physical touch over Twister’s chassis.
“Ah! Yes…” Twister fought to pull himself out of his daze. Just being close to the merchant was making his spark shiver in excitement. This time he was sure he had found his match. Twister shifted closer to the trader with an inviting smile. “Thanks for your help. My designation’s Twister. Do you mind if I ask when you get off shift? Maybe we can go out somewhere.”
“I’m Thundercracker.” The blue Skyborn returned after a long moment, looking amused. “Sorry, but I’ve already got plans for later. Plus, you aren’t really my type.”
Twister made an odd strangled sound as the sickening lurch of being turned down again stole his voice. Not another false alarm!
Thundercracker snorted and shook his head, leaving Twister behind with his order and invoice without making a single look back.
/…/
Twister looked up from his workstation and felt his spark go into delirious spasms of joy as the single most gorgeous Skyborn he had ever seen stalked through the entrance doors. Next to this Euroclydon, everyone else was mere background noise. He moved as if he owned the room, and he knew it. He was heading right for Twister’s desk.
“Hello!” Twister could not stop the stupid grin from forming. “My name is Twister? How can I help you this cycle?”
“I am Starscream.” The other Skyborn rasped sharply as Twister castigated himself for being unable to say anything more interesting than the usual drone-drivel. Starscream - a fitting name for such a glorious Seeker! Starscream did not seem to care that Twister had lost the ability to make decent conversation. Twister’s mind sang rhapsodies of joy, arias of exultation to this destined, pivotal moment of his life when he would finally hear the words he had been longing to hear spoken. Starscream’s intensity was an almost physical sensation as he spoke. “I have come to formally register my intent to bond.”
Twister froze, experience making him cautious, and chose his next words carefully. “Aren’t you moving a little fast? We’ve only just met!”
Or not so carefully… Twister shrank in his seat as Starscream gave his an odd look.
“Are you an idiot or just failing to be humorous?” Starscream demanded, huffing impatiently. “Never mind. I’ve already completed the forms. Just give me the fragging bottle so I can get out of here already.”
Twister had to scramble to catch the data pad that was flung at him. Automatically checking the file, Twister’s mind went blank in shock. Numbly, Twister retrieved the bottle of Blessed Winds and handed it over to a twitchy Starscream.
“Finally!” Snatching the container from the clerk’s hand, the tricoloured Seeker stalked away as quickly as he had arrived.
Twister was alone again with only a data pad for company… a datapad that formally proclaimed the intent of Starscream, Skywarp and Thundercracker to form a trine.
“Aargh!” Twister screamed in frustration and began beating his head against the desktop. It was official. Some malevolent higher power enjoyed tormenting him and laughed at his suffering. The howling torment of his lonely spark was for the twisted amusement of cruel, cruel fate, the four-faced glitch.
Whining pathetically, Twister slumped down in his seat and started counting down the breems until his shift was over and he could go out and get absolutely cratered.
“I hate my life.” Seething in resentment, Twister pouted and shoved the datapad vindictively into the pile of unprocessed files for the next shift. Settling in for a good sulk, Twister began to compose a new batch of badly depressed poetry.
(Word Count: 930)
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Twister is... yeah. Some time ago, when I posted the Courtship of Starscream, someone asked me to write about the guy Screamer got the celebration booze from trying to jump him. Twister is the only one who showed up for the audition. He's kinda cute... in a moronic sort of way. XP
So I'm either going to put some effort into my cosplay and go as some incarnation of Starscream, or I'm going to be my usual lazy self and just buy blue face paint, make a Decepticon patch, and go as a Nebulan Powermaster... It's probably cheaper and less bulky to go as a Nebulan. (Not to mention the costume will be less sweltering. I'm Canadian. Wearing a robot suit in Florida is just asking for heat stroke.) So hey, who feels like being a Nebulan with me? ♥ It'll certainly mean less luggage. My dioramas for the art contest are going to take up enough space as it is.
Speaking of dioramas, I'm doing two. The Flying Citadel of Vos and the Praxus Crystal Gardens. Vos is actually going to rotate, since I'm motorizing it. XP And the crystal gardens will be an exercise in the many uses of gelatin. I'll also be entering statues of Glitterblind and Winbringer into the Original Figure contest. I've yet to decide what to do for the 2D contests, but have been considering submitting Sleepy Seekerlings for the computer generated art category. Opinions? Suggestions? What would you like to see me draw?
Here there be dragons! Remember peeps, giving me an egg means you get extra goodies! XD You all have coriopsis to thank for the double installment this weekend. ♥ Thanks for the egg hun! ♥♥
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