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keelywolfe) wrote2011-09-08 03:55 pm
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Boredom alert! Come play with me!
I'm bored. Why is everything so boring today? Work has been indescribably busy, kids started school and all the mess that goes with that, and last night was the first night in a week I had more than 5 hours of sleep, so naturally I slept too much and now I am still tired. Ooh, but I just realized that the ten anniversary of my Livejournal is this month. Holy cow, where does the time go?
But I am still bored.
So let's play a game or do a meme or something! Entertain me! Let's do one of those meme's where you post a short section from 5 stories. Don't care if your actively working on them or not, just give me a funny or angsty or smutty little tidbit to give me joy! Give me fragments from the stories you've abandoned, give me your next big hit! Any fandom, any pairing, just hit it!
To be fair, I'll play too:
1. Optimus/Ratchet
Ratchet felt his own anger blossom to life and as always, it quickly overrode his sense, "Would you rather I'd left them for dead?" he snapped out. "I would so hate to inconvenience you!"
"You—" Optimus turned away, a visible tremor running through him. He drew in a long draft of cool air, vented it back out. "Ratchet," he said tightly, "I am aware that our current attachment to each other is disturbing to you. Be that as it may, I would like to think I am allowed to feel something other than simply inconvenienced when I find you injured."
His anger cooled quickly at that and Ratchet smiled, a little. "Point taken."
To his surprised, Optimus quickly turned to the window, gazing outside with intense scrutiny. After a moment, curiosity got the best of him and Ratchet finally asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I was expecting a meteor shower or perhaps a rain of frogs," Optimus answered promptly. "You agreed with me so quickly, the only logical conclusion was a possible apocalypse."
"Oh, very amusing," Ratchet scowled. "Don't get used to it."
Optimus straightened. "I shall flag it in my memory files," he promised.
2. Wyatt/Glitch (Tin Man)
It was still perception, his eyes trying to fit Glitch into what they had seen before. Murder, perhaps, a convict. Criminal.
It was only later that he realized he should have known. He'd seen his fair share of headcases before, too many, and no punishment could change the raw materials it began with. Cruel humans rendered stupid stayed cruel, no sweet innocence in their dull piggish eyes.
It was a testament to how brilliant Glitch must have been before. Forgetful but not stupid, not completely, synapses coming to the severed ends of a lost mind having to find new paths. Memories jumbled, a puzzle with broken pieces but sometimes they still fit, sometimes.
Flicker.
Perception. His eyes dulled for just a moment. Glitch blinked up at Wyatt, his mouth forming a small sound, "Oh." Then Glitch tipped his head up and kissed him.
Soft, cool mouth, almost chaste against his own until Glitch parted his lips, let his tongue press into Wyatt's. A little passive but not rejecting and he let it end on its own.Something he was perfectly capable of doing, Caine admitted wryly. A little forgetful but hardly stupid. Not a child, no, not at all, just a little--
"Lost," Wyatt murmured, his lips brushing Glitch's.
3. Clark and Bruce talking. Clark/Lex
"How can I go back to him and...just pretend everything is fine, that I'm the husband he's had for years and…how can I do that?" Clark burst out.
"I'm not sure you have a choice," Bruce said thoughtfully. He rested his chin on one gloved hand. Minus any judicious use of x-ray vision, his eyes were shielded; not that it mattered. Bruce never showed any true emotions in his eyes, anyway.
"What?" Clark sputtered. "You want me to...what happens when I leave here and go back to my universe?"
"We don't know if this even is an alternate universe and if that's the case, your world is not something we can send you back to." Bruce said bluntly. "From what you've described, a being of almost infinite power has created a place for you to learn some sort of lesson. You told me that Mxyztplk (the name rolled off Bruce's tongue in a way that Clark could only envy) sent you here to teach you something. Resisting the learning isn't going to help you. If you do, there's a chance you could be stuck here for years."
"So what you're saying is--
Bruce turned back to his monitors, effectively dismissing him. "Go home and apologize to your husband."
"But I can't just--" Clark gestured frantically, trying to indicate without saying the myriad of things that he couldn't possibly do to Lex
"I doubt you'll have to concern yourself with it tonight or possibly for the next week. There's a fair chance you'll be sleeping on the sofa."
Clark stared. Had Bruce just made a joke? Suddenly, this universe seemed a great deal more disturbing.
4. Zuko/Sokka (Avatar)
"Why do they keep it up with me, anyway?"
"Hmm, let me see," Zuko paused in his writing. "You're young, strong, attractive, and a war hero. I can certainly see how that wouldn't seem appealing. Frankly, Sokka, the question should be why wouldn't someone want you."
Sokka ignored the little frisson of heat those words sent through him. "I don't care! I just want you to make them stop it!"
Let me see if I understand," Zuko said slowly. "You want me to use my power and position to make people stop hitting on you."
"Yes!"
Long silence and Sokka blew out an impatient breath. How difficult could this be?
"All right," Zuko said finally. Finally! "I'll see what I can do."
5. Sam/Bumblebee with a side order of Optimus
"You find Optimus's optical transmission attractive?"
It took Sam half a minute to even process that, and when he did, he almost swallowed his gum. "No! Why do you--"
Bumblebee paused long enough to glance at him. "Sam, I regulate your systems constantly. When you first saw Optimus this morning, your heart rate soared and your pheromone level increased exponentially." He propped his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "And according to your heart rate at the moment, you totally just lied to me."
Okay, of course he would have a boyfriend who also acted as a walking lie detector.
He let out a breath slowly. How to explain this one with Bumblebee sitting there all innocent, wide green eyes, waiting for his answer. It was possible that the standard 'humans are weird' ploy might work. "Look, it doesn't mean anything--"
"If you find him appealing, you should ask him to join us sometime." Calmly, like he was suggesting having a new paint job done over the weekend.
That time he did swallow his gum, gagging a little before he managed, "You...that is so not funny."
Bumblebee glanced back down to his book. "I wasn't trying to be funny. He may be interested. I don't believe Optimus has attempted to mate with any of the terrestrial entities on this planet."
Sam was fairly sure if Bumblebee kept talking, his eardrums were going to rupture. "Was that even English? The only other language I know is the Spanish I learned in school and that barely lets me find the bathroom."
Bumblebee actually set the book aside, lips pursed as he considered. "He hasn't gotten it on with any of the dudes around here so he might let you hit it," he translated.
C'mon, let me see a few of yours, just a snack? If you do, post it in the comments so I can see!
But I am still bored.
So let's play a game or do a meme or something! Entertain me! Let's do one of those meme's where you post a short section from 5 stories. Don't care if your actively working on them or not, just give me a funny or angsty or smutty little tidbit to give me joy! Give me fragments from the stories you've abandoned, give me your next big hit! Any fandom, any pairing, just hit it!
To be fair, I'll play too:
1. Optimus/Ratchet
Ratchet felt his own anger blossom to life and as always, it quickly overrode his sense, "Would you rather I'd left them for dead?" he snapped out. "I would so hate to inconvenience you!"
"You—" Optimus turned away, a visible tremor running through him. He drew in a long draft of cool air, vented it back out. "Ratchet," he said tightly, "I am aware that our current attachment to each other is disturbing to you. Be that as it may, I would like to think I am allowed to feel something other than simply inconvenienced when I find you injured."
His anger cooled quickly at that and Ratchet smiled, a little. "Point taken."
To his surprised, Optimus quickly turned to the window, gazing outside with intense scrutiny. After a moment, curiosity got the best of him and Ratchet finally asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I was expecting a meteor shower or perhaps a rain of frogs," Optimus answered promptly. "You agreed with me so quickly, the only logical conclusion was a possible apocalypse."
"Oh, very amusing," Ratchet scowled. "Don't get used to it."
Optimus straightened. "I shall flag it in my memory files," he promised.
2. Wyatt/Glitch (Tin Man)
It was still perception, his eyes trying to fit Glitch into what they had seen before. Murder, perhaps, a convict. Criminal.
It was only later that he realized he should have known. He'd seen his fair share of headcases before, too many, and no punishment could change the raw materials it began with. Cruel humans rendered stupid stayed cruel, no sweet innocence in their dull piggish eyes.
It was a testament to how brilliant Glitch must have been before. Forgetful but not stupid, not completely, synapses coming to the severed ends of a lost mind having to find new paths. Memories jumbled, a puzzle with broken pieces but sometimes they still fit, sometimes.
Flicker.
Perception. His eyes dulled for just a moment. Glitch blinked up at Wyatt, his mouth forming a small sound, "Oh." Then Glitch tipped his head up and kissed him.
Soft, cool mouth, almost chaste against his own until Glitch parted his lips, let his tongue press into Wyatt's. A little passive but not rejecting and he let it end on its own.Something he was perfectly capable of doing, Caine admitted wryly. A little forgetful but hardly stupid. Not a child, no, not at all, just a little--
"Lost," Wyatt murmured, his lips brushing Glitch's.
3. Clark and Bruce talking. Clark/Lex
"How can I go back to him and...just pretend everything is fine, that I'm the husband he's had for years and…how can I do that?" Clark burst out.
"I'm not sure you have a choice," Bruce said thoughtfully. He rested his chin on one gloved hand. Minus any judicious use of x-ray vision, his eyes were shielded; not that it mattered. Bruce never showed any true emotions in his eyes, anyway.
"What?" Clark sputtered. "You want me to...what happens when I leave here and go back to my universe?"
"We don't know if this even is an alternate universe and if that's the case, your world is not something we can send you back to." Bruce said bluntly. "From what you've described, a being of almost infinite power has created a place for you to learn some sort of lesson. You told me that Mxyztplk (the name rolled off Bruce's tongue in a way that Clark could only envy) sent you here to teach you something. Resisting the learning isn't going to help you. If you do, there's a chance you could be stuck here for years."
"So what you're saying is--
Bruce turned back to his monitors, effectively dismissing him. "Go home and apologize to your husband."
"But I can't just--" Clark gestured frantically, trying to indicate without saying the myriad of things that he couldn't possibly do to Lex
"I doubt you'll have to concern yourself with it tonight or possibly for the next week. There's a fair chance you'll be sleeping on the sofa."
Clark stared. Had Bruce just made a joke? Suddenly, this universe seemed a great deal more disturbing.
4. Zuko/Sokka (Avatar)
"Why do they keep it up with me, anyway?"
"Hmm, let me see," Zuko paused in his writing. "You're young, strong, attractive, and a war hero. I can certainly see how that wouldn't seem appealing. Frankly, Sokka, the question should be why wouldn't someone want you."
Sokka ignored the little frisson of heat those words sent through him. "I don't care! I just want you to make them stop it!"
Let me see if I understand," Zuko said slowly. "You want me to use my power and position to make people stop hitting on you."
"Yes!"
Long silence and Sokka blew out an impatient breath. How difficult could this be?
"All right," Zuko said finally. Finally! "I'll see what I can do."
5. Sam/Bumblebee with a side order of Optimus
"You find Optimus's optical transmission attractive?"
It took Sam half a minute to even process that, and when he did, he almost swallowed his gum. "No! Why do you--"
Bumblebee paused long enough to glance at him. "Sam, I regulate your systems constantly. When you first saw Optimus this morning, your heart rate soared and your pheromone level increased exponentially." He propped his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "And according to your heart rate at the moment, you totally just lied to me."
Okay, of course he would have a boyfriend who also acted as a walking lie detector.
He let out a breath slowly. How to explain this one with Bumblebee sitting there all innocent, wide green eyes, waiting for his answer. It was possible that the standard 'humans are weird' ploy might work. "Look, it doesn't mean anything--"
"If you find him appealing, you should ask him to join us sometime." Calmly, like he was suggesting having a new paint job done over the weekend.
That time he did swallow his gum, gagging a little before he managed, "You...that is so not funny."
Bumblebee glanced back down to his book. "I wasn't trying to be funny. He may be interested. I don't believe Optimus has attempted to mate with any of the terrestrial entities on this planet."
Sam was fairly sure if Bumblebee kept talking, his eardrums were going to rupture. "Was that even English? The only other language I know is the Spanish I learned in school and that barely lets me find the bathroom."
Bumblebee actually set the book aside, lips pursed as he considered. "He hasn't gotten it on with any of the dudes around here so he might let you hit it," he translated.
C'mon, let me see a few of yours, just a snack? If you do, post it in the comments so I can see!
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Cold worked its way between every line of him, every bit, making every process and subprocess run faster. He felt the change in energy state, felt the wavelength of his circuits run pale. He waited to derezz, waited for the Sea of Simulation to unmake him, to do with him as it did to everything that fell into it. To sublime him as quantum foam on its surface.
He fell a long time in the cold and dark. No one knew what happened this deep, maybe not even Flynn. The pressure forced the pain of reversion/revision into a hard, bright core in his center. He couldn’t move, lost consciousness of everything but the pain. He fell for so long he forgot he had ever been in a state other than falling.
The bottom was rippled with possibility silt. Except for the pain, everything was dark and heavy. This static half-consciousness was as much as he deserved. Megacycles might pass and he would lie here, unable to derezz, unable to rise, unable to scream as the pain intensified.
Light came in a gradual way, like the dawn he had heard described but had never seen. Small things around him glowed. Larger things above him swayed as if dancing to a very slow music he couldn’t hear. He felt different, but could neither qualify the difference nor remember what pervious condition he was comparing his current state to. I am a new thing, he thought. A new…program.