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keelywolfe) wrote2011-09-08 03:55 pm
keelywolfe) wrote2011-09-08 03:55 pm
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!
So much length fail...
(Anonymous) 2011-09-09 07:08 am (UTC)(link)but here is what my writing partner and I have been working on. Mostly bits an pieces of the chapters I'm working on. I rarely write things in order.
1. Jazz/Prowl
“Shhhh....” Jazz admonished, glaring at the rest of the occupants in the room. “I’m not here. Don’t tell Prowl I’m here.” Jazz felt exhausted in truth. He had been running for three human hours. When he got a hold of whoever spiked the energon he was going to string them up. He didn’t know why anyone would think it would be funny to spike the energon supply with high-grade. Jazz didn’t find it funny at all. Prowler certainly didn’t need to drink High-grade. There was a reason he had only had it twice in all the vorns he and Jazz had been together, after all. Each time he had he ended up sparking.
Ratchet frowned, finding Jazz’s behavior more than a little peculiar. Although, it became all too clear when Prowl came into the room. He had known enough Praxians in his time to know that look. Prowl was stalking. No, sauntering would be a better word. His pedes were hitting the floor in a deliberately provocative way that Ratchet had seen in human females during that television show that Sam had had on not that long ago. Victoria Secret’s Angel Collection, if his processor was recalling it correctly. Pede to the floor, deliberate hip sway. Opposite pede to the floor, opposite deliberate hip sway. Prowl’s optics swept the room, a coy smirk on his lips. There was quite a bit of power in that much sensuality and Ratchet felt nothing but bad for the mech who found themselves on the receiving end.
He took a step back, “Hide, William, please...step away from the television. It would be safer over here.”
Will frowned, not liking Ratchet’s tone, but he obeyed after a moment’s thought, easing away from Jazz’s hiding place.
“Oh, Jazz, darling. I know you are in here. Come out, come out where-ever you are.” Prowl said in a sing-song tone.
Jazz shivered at the sound of Prowl’s voice, his fans kicking on high.
“Found you.” Prowl suddenly growled, his voice losing all its playfulness.
2. Optimus/Ratchet. Sunstreaker.
“You should calm down,” Optimus said, “I do not think becoming upset will help you with matters.”
“Can’t you just sedated them?” Sunstreaker asked in a pleading tone. “Or throw them both in the brig and let them ‘face each other until they come out of this?”
“I thought you said you wanted a sparkling,” Ratchet sneered. He’d had an audial full from both Prowl and Jazz about “keeping those slagging twins in check” because their precious Bluestreak wasn’t old enough for sparklings. A little bit funny to hear, all things considered, and it had taken his considerable self control not to point that out..
“Face. Face. Face.” Ariella giggled, quite pleased with herself.
“Oh look, she learned a new word,” Optimus muttered darkly. “Thank you, Sunstreaker.”
“I did. But not like this.” Sunny looked up as someone began to pound on the door. The first set of fists was joined by a second. And, judging by the sounds, a few kicks were being thrown in for good measure.
His back was to Ratchet and suddenly he felt a prick in one of the lines in his neck, and then it burned for a moment. “Sedatives it is.”
“I didn’t mean me,” Sunny mumbled as Ratchet propelled him through the door, opening it only long enough to push Sunstreaker outside and into the waiting arms of his mates.
“Thank you, ‘genitor.”
“Yes, our sincere thanks, Ratchet.”
“You’re welcome, boys. Have fun and stay clear of Jazz and Prowl. Praxians in heat tend to be territorial and react badly to other heated Praxians.” The door shut with a click and Ratchet looked clearly amused.
“Ratchet.” Optimus began.
“What? You said all sparks were precious, didn’t you? We are a dying race, we all need to have sparks? Didn’t you say that?” Ratchet was the picture of owl eyed innocence.
Re: So much length fail. And Sign-in fail as well. :3
“Out of the question.” Optimus rumbled.
Megatron’s optics narrowed dangerously as he watched the two traitorous seekers bristle and move to stand in front of their trine leader, blocking him from view. After a moment Bumblebee stood in front of the seekers, crouching in a protective stance and bristling himself. He reached back to touch Starscream for a moment, a reassuring gesture that was not at all lost on Megatron, and then turn back to his uncle. He stared up at him for a few kliks, the control room silent except for the sounds of Prowl and Jazz still crashing around, and then made a very rude human gesture with his right fist.
4. Jazz/Prowl
The apartment was small as those things go. One berth to share between them. They had indulged in a decent sized one at least. Jazz informed him the place was a small little dump and he didn’t know how Prowl had talked him into it. Prowl only chuckled, it was close to the war academy and the art district so the twins would be close at hand. Did they really need more? Jazz pointed out they could have better. He wasn’t rich but he had more than enough credits for that in his trust. Prowl had always wondered how Jazz had been able to afford the buy the little presents he often found in his rooms. Presents and the upgrades Jazz had helped him procure. He had come to learn that none of it had been cheap as credits went. Jazz had just shrugged, his family was not amazingly wealthy, but they did very well. That had been the end of their credit discussions, Jazz preferring not to talk of such things as long as all the bills were getting paid.
5. Alexis/Skywarp...oddly enough.
“Are you in the army?” She finally asked, clearly dazed, her fingers wound in the chain.
“You could say that.”
He kissed her again, smiling. “Alexis, what else do they call you?”
She gave him a puzzled look, “Oh, you mean my last name.” He laughed, “Black, actually, Alexis Black.”
His lips curled into an amused smile, “Oh, that is perfect.”
Her brows rose, “It is? I always thought it a bit...dull.”
Re: So much length fail. And Sign-in fail as well. :3
Re: So much length fail. And Sign-in fail as well. :3
Re: So much length fail. And Sign-in fail as well. :3
Re: So much length fail. And Sign-in fail as well. :3
On an entirely different note. I totally adore Ratchet.