Dancing Lions
PG
IDW mid-LSOE, spoilers for Ongoing in general
Prowl/Jazz
none
for the prowlxjazz challenge, prompt 'eskimo kisses'. Yeah it's in there. Somewhere. .__. Thanks to wicked3659, who always is my Prowlguru and my best friend.
"What happened?" Prowl had set it up, of course. Prowl liked control, every aspect, every angle. This room's lighting was precisely dimmed, the temperature just a bit chill. Jazz had learned to read the other mech's mood from these little signs.
Jazz supposed he should be grateful: Prowl was inflecting it as a question.
Almostalmost
PG
IDW including Spotlight: Mirage
Mirage/Hound
spoilers?
The moonlight sliced hard and cold through the frigid air, cast from a silvery coin that hung in the starshot sky, glistering on the still white drifts of snow. The moonlight picked out crystals of ice in the snow, like stars brought to ground, like an inverse mirror of night on white.
A mirror. Mirage shivered at the thought, brought out here in a feeble attempt to escape the dream that taunted him every recharge.
His footplates crunched in the snow, the only sound in the world, it seemed, the only movement in a white devastation, leaving a trail too easil
PG-13
IDW
Drift, Perceptor, Wing
angst
Drift's systems onlined slowly: he was floating in a cloud of hazy nonfeeling. Blissful nonfeeling, and acutely aware that he should be feeling something agonizing. It was a sort of welcomed void, muzzy and warm and bright, yet still...unreal.
And all the more unreal: the face that hovered over his vid feed. "Drift?" Wing's voice, Wing's face, Wing's helm; the same earnest openness.
Drift made some answer, or tried to, some garbled collection of syllables colliding in his vocalizer.
Wing tried to read his mind. "You're here, yes. And your Autobot friends." Wing's optics flicked, briefly, the smile
PG-13
IDW with a ton of canontweaking
Wing, Drift, Perceptor, Dai Atlas, Topspin
first part of kinkmeme response
Prologue:
It took a long moment for his vision to clear, for images to run through their feeds, resolve themselves, for his cortex to begin labeling them: ceiling, light, hand, Dai Atlas.
Wing forced a wan smile, his facial plates feeling cold and unfamiliar. "Dai Atlas," he managed, his voice thin and thready, but his. It sounded like his, vibrated in his chassis with a familiar hum, and for that Wing felt a surge of gratitude.
"Wing," Dai Atlas inclined his head. "We almost lost you." His large hand covered one
Dancing Lions
PG
IDW mid-LSOE, spoilers for Ongoing in general
Prowl/Jazz
none
for the prowlxjazz challenge, prompt 'eskimo kisses'. Yeah it's in there. Somewhere. .__. Thanks to wicked3659, who always is my Prowlguru and my best friend.
"What happened?" Prowl had set it up, of course. Prowl liked control, every aspect, every angle. This room's lighting was precisely dimmed, the temperature just a bit chill. Jazz had learned to read the other mech's mood from these little signs.
Jazz supposed he should be grateful: Prowl was inflecting it as a question.
Almostalmost
PG
IDW including Spotlight: Mirage
Mirage/Hound
spoilers?
The moonlight sliced hard and cold through the frigid air, cast from a silvery coin that hung in the starshot sky, glistering on the still white drifts of snow. The moonlight picked out crystals of ice in the snow, like stars brought to ground, like an inverse mirror of night on white.
A mirror. Mirage shivered at the thought, brought out here in a feeble attempt to escape the dream that taunted him every recharge.
His footplates crunched in the snow, the only sound in the world, it seemed, the only movement in a white devastation, leaving a trail too easil
PG-13
IDW
Drift, Perceptor, Wing
angst
Drift's systems onlined slowly: he was floating in a cloud of hazy nonfeeling. Blissful nonfeeling, and acutely aware that he should be feeling something agonizing. It was a sort of welcomed void, muzzy and warm and bright, yet still...unreal.
And all the more unreal: the face that hovered over his vid feed. "Drift?" Wing's voice, Wing's face, Wing's helm; the same earnest openness.
Drift made some answer, or tried to, some garbled collection of syllables colliding in his vocalizer.
Wing tried to read his mind. "You're here, yes. And your Autobot friends." Wing's optics flicked, briefly, the smile
PG-13
IDW with a ton of canontweaking
Wing, Drift, Perceptor, Dai Atlas, Topspin
first part of kinkmeme response
Prologue:
It took a long moment for his vision to clear, for images to run through their feeds, resolve themselves, for his cortex to begin labeling them: ceiling, light, hand, Dai Atlas.
Wing forced a wan smile, his facial plates feeling cold and unfamiliar. "Dai Atlas," he managed, his voice thin and thready, but his. It sounded like his, vibrated in his chassis with a familiar hum, and for that Wing felt a surge of gratitude.
"Wing," Dai Atlas inclined his head. "We almost lost you." His large hand covered one
Generally untalented but I like doing stuff anyway.
Yes, this is my cat Dorian. Yes, he is grey. Yes, this is a pretentious English Major joke. But he's cute. :P
Current Residence: lawn guyland Favourite genre of music: World Favourite style of art: cartooning Operating System: XP! MP3 player of choice: addicted to my sansa clip! Favourite cartoon character: Starscream, duh.
Dude. Seriously. It's June. What the hell, self? Way to disappear for like...ever?
Spring was not so fun: family issues, work issues, health issues--more issues than the proverbial magazine subscription! And I didn't even want to be living it much less bringing y'all down barfing up about it. One example: I lost my dearest, sweetest feline companion, of 12 years. The world knows no cruelty as hard as watching someone you love suffer from a vile disease like cancer. He died in my arms on 20 Feb 2012.
Anyway, I've learned quite a few lessons about who 'friends' are and who aren't. I am a slow learner, apparently, and there have been many
People, I have real life depressing problems. Like...you do not even want to hear them. Because I am not ready to actually type the words out myself. Let's just say, my life? THE SUCKIEST. The only consolation I have here is that I have done nothing wrong in this. It doesn't help much, but at least I'm not beating myself up about something I did or could have done differently.
I'm sitting in my house, for however long it still is my house, with my old, diabetic cat on my lap. It's amazing how animals seem to know when we need some comfort, and amazing even more, how much it helps, just to have a fat cat purring on your lap. Life sucks,
So. Anyway. Haven't posted the rest of Halcyon because there's like...two sentences before it gets straight into the NSFW stuff. Uhhh, any suggestions how to handle this? I fail at suave.
Been derping around on my LJ fic comm. ....robotpron of course.
Hit a wall--my thyroid tends to just flip me off from time to time so if it seems I've been absent...I have. There have been days when I haven't even talked to my best friends. At all. People I normally IM for hours. Days where it takes more energy than I have to, oh, like...make food.
I suck.
Anyway. I'm back, more or less. Anyone have anything they want me to write? No, not for money