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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!
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Let's see...
1. Ironhide/Optimus/Ratchet OT3
Ironhide huffed a low rumble of laughter. "Sounds like someone's ready for the next round," he drawled, fingers dipping underneath Optimus' exoplates to slide across the sensor net and deeper, brushing the endomass beneath.
Optimus' voice was still static heavy, crackling. "I -- ah!" The deep tone sank impossibly lower into a growl before spiraling up again as Ratchet slid his fingers back home into the other mech's soaked valve, steady strokes activating sensor nodes with an expert touch. Shaking, Prime pushed into the touch, his field swelling hot with incipient charge. ::Please...:: The word was ragged, even over the com, underscored with desperation and saturated through with layer upon layer of frantic need. ::Pleasepleaseplease...::
"Pit," Ironhide breathed heavily, biting back a groan. "I was joking."
2. Ratchet with a side of Optimus
Overload came in a weak, bitter swell that left his sensors aching with a dull discontent but his systems didn’t care and Ratchet gasped, choking on static through the surge. It was only a belated nanoklik later that he realized the external sound hadn’t been his own and had been coupled with the hiss of the door. It was a particular type of self loathing masochism that prompted him to raise his head and meet the startled optics of their Prime where the larger mech stood, frozen, in the open door of the medbay.
Neither of them did anything for a beat until Ratchet straightened with a sharp, angry ventilation and reached for a rag to wipe the lubricant from his fingers. Prime’s optics followed the movement with a sort of horrified fascination that made Ratchet scowl. “That,” he announced, “was exactly what it looked like, so you can stop gaping like a stunned glitchmouse and let the slagging door close.”
3. Unquiet officer meetings on the Ark
Jazz shrugged. "There's a lot of worry about Ratchet. Wonderin' what's gonna happen in Medbay if he's down."
"It's a valid concern," Red Alert sighed, flicking a data pad on to scroll through it. "We're going to have to pull from the Science division to supplement the medical staff and Hoist is going to need to be promoted to Chief Medical Officer..."
Ironhide's fist met the tabletop with a harsh, plate vibrating clang. "Acting," he ground out, meeting Red Alert's startled optics with his own glare. "Ah'm pretty sure you meant acting CMO, Red, 'less you're already votin' to strip a mech in crisis of his rank and stasis lock 'im..."
Red Alert's back struts went stiff, the Security Director's mouth pressed thin in irritation. "That remains to be seen. I only meant..."
“’Remains ta be seen’ my aft!” Ironhide snarled.
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It hadn't, Drift had sighed to himself at the time, been one of his finer moments, but there were far worse things than being unexpectedly grabbed by a mass of prehensile organic tendrils and dangled upside down until he could jerk his sword free and hack himself loose. The only thing that had really suffered had been his dignity, and the laughter of the others was surprisingly comfortable, a joke shared in the re-telling with nothing of the sharp barbs that the Decepticon humor he was used to had had.
The fact that they had soundly trounced a 'Con offensive on the third moon of the Omicron system's lone gas giant the cycle after had raised everyone's spirits considerably, and the good mood had lasted nearly a decacycle. No one had thought to connect the two events.
No one thought about it the second time, either, with the tentacled trees of Pyrsis (no one had even known they were prehensile; Perceptor had been fascinated and had confiscated the resulting organic samples) and the surprise encounter two cycles afterwards with the Decepticon light war cruiser class ship, which had become an ex-Decepticon former cruiser. Kup had broken out the high grade after that one.
Or the third time, with the aggressive and apparently ferrovorous anemones of the unfortunately mostly water world of Yjinth, where they had had to touch down to make repairs to the ship's engine. That had involved both Drift and Springer, though Drift had been grabbed first, and an extensive amount of solvent cleansing afterwards to rinse the mineral heavy ocean water out of their systems. Springer had complained about water logged weaponry for cycles afterwards.
Torchwood - Tosh with Pete's world Torchwood
Some alarm in the machines that are monitoring her must have gone off somewhere because a doctor comes in shortly after that. He is tall and lanky, with a weathered face and a gentle if distracted smile, and he is not Owen. He pats her hand where it lays on pristine white hospital sheeting and assures her that she will be alright and the 'situation' is under control.
Tosh doesn't believe a word of it. Especially not because there is a tastefully embossed T made of interlocking hexagons on the plastic badge that is pinned to the pocket of his scrubs, underscored with an equally tasteful scripted L1, and Torchwood London is gone, gone, GONE.
There are no windows. There is only the one door. She is hurt but has no idea how badly, the sensation and her reflexes numbed by drugs. She is unarmed and has no idea where she is (or why she isn't dead).
She wonders why she ever thought dying would be the end. Torchwood, she thinks, transcends death, and once you belong to it you can't ever leave.
No windows, no doors, no weapons, unknown status, and a Torchwood that can't exist. Tosh puts on her very best harmless smile, the one that says 'geek' and 'innocent' and 'Japanese highschool girl', and asks to speak to Jack.
... And that's just the wip folder on my iPad. ^_^ which is, incidentally, harder to use to post to lj then you'd expect. x_x